Top Son For Married Man

He never actually meant to get swept up in the maelstrom of popularity that he found himself caught up in.  He wasn’t even interested in any of the girls he constantly found himself on dates with.  He just did it to fiercely protect the secret that would destroy not only his popularity, but ruin any chance at a career in the NFL if it got out.  The secret isn’t that he’s gay.  No.  His family and those in his life that he’s closest to have long known that he’ll one day marry, give his heart to, and spend his life with a man.  And truthfully, the direction society was moving in, he was pretty sure that people finding out he’s gay wouldn’t have a totally negative effect.

There was an even darker secret that he held.  As he stood naked in the hotel bathroom, looking at himself in the mirror, admiring his own musculature and beating himself up over the double life he’d saddled himself with leading, that darker secret stepped into the bathroom - just as naked as he was - and placed his hand on his shoulder.  He turned around to face the salt-and-pepper haired man in his mid-50s.  “What are you in here thinking about, Cap?  You have such a serious look on your face.”

It made him laugh to hear even a non-student refer to him by one of the nicknames his peers had given him.  “Just thinking…”

“About what?”

“About you…me…us.  But mostly about me…and how fucked up my life is.”

The man slipped his arms around Cap’s waist and pulled him close.  “It doesn’t have to be, you know.  If it would make things easier for you, you know I’ll walk out that door and never look back.  I don’t want to do it.  But for your own good, I’ll give you up…give up what we have.”

He placed his hands on the older man’s meaty pecs and ran them through his chest hair.  “No.  My life would still be fucked up.  But instead, it would be fucked up because what we had is over.  I don’t want you going anywhere.”  Cap turned back to look at himself in the mirror, seeing he and the older man in the mirror…so much alike.  Even the pained expressions on their faces were similar.

The older man placed his hands on the younger man’s copious ass…one of the things he loved the most about the kid.  “Selfishly, I’m glad you said that.  I’d try to walk away for you.  But, I’m not sure I could stand not being with you like this again.  I wish I could take your pain away.  I hate to see you like this.”

“Just having you here is more help than you know.”  He turned and kissed the older man.  The innocent kiss, which was supposed to be quick, turned into a full-on make out session.

When both of their cocks began to react to the passion, the older man broke them apart.  “We’d better not get into doing that again.  We’ve got to get ready to meet the reps from the Dolphins for dinner.  Then, we’ve got that meeting with Vikings staff over drinks.  And then the reps from the Rams for breakfast in the morning.  Got a full twelve hours ahead of us!”

Cap reached down and placed the older man’s hand back on his ass as their cocks touched between them.  “We’re gonna fit time in for this later on before bedtime, though, right?”

The older man grinned sensually when he picked up on the kid’s double entendre use of the term “fit time in for this” with his hand placed on the kid’s ass.  “Of course.  I may try to sound all business-like when the situation warrants it.  But I AM still a man, after all.  A full-blooded man who has a hard time keeping it down when you’re in the room.”

Cap grinned at the older man and punched him lightly and playfully on the arm.  “Now WHO’S the one getting caught up in ‘doing that’, Mr. Business-like?”

They both had a good laugh and, as Cap turned to walk out of the bathroom, the older man called out to him.  “I’m glad to see that smile on your face and see you laughing again.  I don’t like seeing you depressed like you looked when I walked in here a minute ago.”

“I can’t possibly be depressed when I’m sharing my bed with the sexiest stud on the planet, can I?”

The older man blushed.  “You flatter me…”

“As often as I possibly can.”  The younger man started to turn back toward the bedroom when he turned around again to face the older man.  “Thanks, Dad….for everything.  I love ya, bud.”  He gave his father a quick kiss.

“Love you too, kid.” his father replied and, as he watched his son walk back into the bedroom to get ready for their meeting with the NFL team executives, he leaned against the bathroom counter, trying in vain to make his cock deflate.  The paternal side of him hated himself for the part he was playing in the misery of the double life that his son was cornered into leading.  But all the masculine, sensual side of him wanted to do was go into the bedroom and push the kid on the bed for Round 2 before dinner.