Naughty Gay Stories 1: Sleeping with My Son's Best Friend

By Lucas Loveless

I was divorced, horny, and wanting to try something new. And I never knew that my son's best friend would grow up into such a stud. On a camping trip with my son and his friend, I would find out just how hot and dirty my son's best friend is. Warning: explicit gay sex ahead for mature readers!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lucas Loveless
• Release date: Feb 19, 2019
• ISBN: 9781005594572

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Naughty Gay Stories 1

Sleeping with My Son’s Best Friend

Written by Lucas Loveless

Check out more stories from the Naught Gay Stories series:

Naughty Gay Stories

1. Sleeping with My Son’s Friend

2. Used by My Dad’s Friends

3. Seduced by My Mom’s Ex-Boyfriend

4. Sleeping with My Stepdad

5. Screwing the Boss

I was divorced then. Just a single guy in his forties. I had a son who was 19, and his best friend was a year older. One weekend we went on a camping trip that would change everything. I would sleep with my son's best friend.

Chapter One

Berry, come on, we're already running behind schedule. I checked my watch again. Its three in the afternoon, Berry. We're running late.

My son Berry came out of the house casually with sunglasses on. Dad, will you relax? It's not like the woods are going to anywhere.

That's not the point, Berry, I sighed. Hands on my hips, I waited impatiently for my son to get into the jeep. And where's Levi? You said he would show up by now.

Berry threw his backpack into the back of the jeep. He came to me and put his hand on my shoulder. Dad, look. Don't take this the wrong way, but ever since you and mom split, you've been kind of, how do I say this...

On time?

Neurotic.

I groaned. Son, I'm not neurotic. I just like being on time. I like it when things go to plan.

Dad, relax. This is supposed to be a fun trip. Look at you. You're already stressing yourself out over nothing.

My son was right. Ever since I split with my ex wife a year ago, I hadn't been anything but stressed out. My life was work and come home. I would hit the gym, but even after I got back in shape, I was always wound up tight. My back muscles hadn't felt relaxed in months.

Dad, come on, Berry said. I mean, look at you. We're going camping and you look like you're going to a boardroom meeting.

I looked down. Yeah, I was dressed in khaki pants and a button up shirt. I'll change when we get to the park, Berry.

I'm just saying, Dad, you should relax. You're not at work. You're on vacation. Berry looked down at his feet and rubbed the back of his neck. "Oh, and there's one other