Too Hard(7)

“Oh.”

“Oh?” Maybe it meant more than I thought and a spark of hope dies inside of me.

“God, I don’t know. That can go either way. We’ll have to feel him out tomorrow.”

I want to feel him out, but in the dirtiest ways possible. I could tell under his simple black shirt he was hard all over. He might not really be a Navy SEAL, but it was clear the man did manual labor.

“I think he’s twice my age.” I throw that out there, too. If she’s going to show up here tomorrow, she’ll likely see him anyway.

“You like older men? Maybe that’s where I’ve gone wrong when I’ve tried to hook you up.”

I swear I can hear her going through her catalogue of people to set me up with, but I think she’s only half right. I have a thing for one older man and that’s Butch. I just don’t think he has a thing for younger women.





Chapter Four





Butch





“You keep staying up so late I’m going to give you a bedtime again,” I say to Owen, who yawns for the third time while eating his breakfast.

“I was playing with BlackoutBomb last night until like three in the morning.” He yawns again and wipes a hand down his face. “She’s incredible.”

“Who?” I ask, only half listening to him as I scramble some eggs for Elijah. I hear his heavy footsteps coming down the stairs and he’s always starving first thing.

“Oh sorry, Harlow.”

At the sound of her name I turn around. “You were doing what with her?”

“Playing a video game,” Elijah answers for him as he comes into the kitchen, takes the plate I just made him and grabs some juice from the fridge. “Should have been jerking off like I was because that was not time wasted.”

I put the pan in the sink a little too hard and water splashes out onto the floor. “You guys need to get a better sleep schedule.” It’s the only thing I can think of to come back with. I can’t tell them not to play video games or jerk off. I might as well tell them to stop breathing.

“Dad, I saw your light on when I got up at two. Don’t you think maybe you should listen to your own advice?”

I grumble something about basketball practice after school and how they need to remember their gym bags. It’s true, I was up late last night as well, but that was because I got a text from Harlow asking to me to come over this morning and I couldn’t sleep. I kept thinking about being alone with her and what might happen.

My hand was rough on my cock last night as I stroked it thinking about her and those goddamn shorts. When I came it was so fucking good, but it was immediately followed with guilt. I shouldn’t be having thoughts about someone so young. It’s not right for an old man like me to be thinking about how puffy and soft her pussy is and how sweet it tastes. I got hard all over again and kept rubbing my cock. It had been so long since I’d taken care of myself that I must have been backed up. I came four times last night and still woke up with wood so hard I could’ve used it to build a house.

“We’ll be late tonight,” Owen says as he puts his dishes away. “Coach is having us scrimmage with South Side at eight.”

“I should be finished up with work by then,” I say, thinking about how I can move my day around so I can be there.

“It’s not a big deal if you don’t,” Elijah says, grabbing his bag. “We should be back around ten. We’re going to grab dinner after.”

“Okay, but I want you both in bed by midnight.” I give them my dad stare that used to scare them, but now they just shake their heads and smile. “Love you boys, be careful.”

I make them both give me a hug every morning even though they fight it. Every now and then I can wrestle them still long enough to kiss them on the head, but I hear complaints about it the whole time. One day they’ll miss it, and I will too. But I’ve only got them for another three months and then it’s off to college. Thankfully they’ve both been accepted at the same college in-state, so it’s not like I’ll never see them. But it’s been the three of us since they were two and I don’t know that I’m ready for an empty nest.

As I watch them get into Owen’s car my pocket vibrates. I pull it out to see a text from Harlow.

Harlow: Stop trying to set me up with your old man friends. There’s only one gray fox I’m after and last night I dreamed he was giving me the dick.

I stare at my phone in shock and realize she must have meant this for someone else. The boys honk as they pull away and I absentmindedly wave as I go back in the house. Can she be talking about me? I put my hand over the front of my jeans and rub myself. Shit, I can’t know this information. Even if she’s not talking about me she’s talking about wanting to fuck an older man, and that’s enough to make me want to cum on myself. I rush upstairs because I’m supposed to be at her place soon and I can’t walk around like this. I’m not supposed to want this, but she’s put a steak in front of a starving man.

When I shut the door to my bedroom I push my jeans down and grab the lotion I used last night on the bedside table. I squirt a little into my hand and rub it all over my cock before I start jacking it.

Me: How big was it?

Even if she doesn’t respond the image of her taking my dick is enough for me. The fantasy of her begging me to cum inside her so she knows what it feels like.