Barry Lowe

Their secret passion will lead them to hell. Will they be able to find their way back?

A chance sexual encounter at the airport with a hot college twink leads to nothing but trouble for the older Buzz, especially when Cal moves in with him until he find can suitable accommodation at the university he is to attend. Buzz attempts to fight the attraction the two men feel, Cal upping the ante when he offers to sleep with all Buzz’s friends just to make him jealous. But when the erstwhile friends take up the offer it leads Cal down the path toward self-destruction, becoming more degraded as he deserts Buzz and his real friends for the new ones who see him as little more than a sex slave for their gratification. When Buzz discovers their plans for Cal’s final humiliation could lead to his death, he realizes how much he loves Cal and sets about fighting back with everything at his disposal. In so doing he might reveal the illicit secret he and Cal have hidden from all but their closest allies.

A Touch of the Son was originally published by loveyoudivine Alterotica and includes – Man Of The Hour, Like Father Like Son, Sonny & Shared, Sonny Side Up, Eclipse Of The Son, Son & Games, Where the Son Don’t Shine, The Son Shines Out of His Ass, and Have Son, Will Travel – all previously published as individual eBooks by loveyoudivine Alterotica.

A Touch of the Son

Excerpt from: Man of the Hour

I was at the airport; to meet my estranged son, Jason, grinding my teeth after discovering his flight had been delayed. I rang his mobile but it was switched off so I left a message asking him to call me to let me know if he was on the next flight. I decided to have a coffee and ring the office to see if there was anything urgent that required my attention.

There was a small café nearby that sold my favorite brand of heart starter and the tables gave me a perfect view of the Arrivals board. My secretary informed me, with the sort of superiority to her voice that suggested a raise in pay would be welcome, that she was perfectly capable of holding down the fort in my absence, and that there was nothing urgent that needed my attention. To while away the time, I got myself a coffee and some sort of non-descript pastry that hadn’t seen the inside of an oven for days and which, at airport prices, cost the equivalent of a meal downtown. I took one bite of the flavorless sawdust before pushing it across the table, to concentrate on the coffee, which was as good as the pastry was stale. No point in wishing I’d thought to bring my laptop with me. Instead, I settled for a newspaper, yesterday’s as it turned out, flipping to the business opportunities at the back. I still had ninety minutes or more to fill in.

I was engrossed in the comics when a shadow fell across the table.

“Personally, I don’t think comics have survived the retirement of Bill Watterson. I miss Calvin and Hobbes.”

My interest was piqued. Watterson’s strip had been a guilty pleasure and I had a bookshelf lined with his comic omnibuses at home. I’d always wished Jason had been more like Calvin.

“Is this seat taken?” he asked.

He took my lack of a response as a rejection. But he was wrong. I’d been gobsmacked by his beauty.

“Sorry, man, I didn’t mean to disturb you.” He began to move away.

He hadn’t disturbed me. Well, perhaps, my libido had been disturbed.

“Sorry, where are my manners. Please, sit down.”

He smiled, pulled out the chair, and sat gracefully, giving me an eyeful of a packed crotch that promised nirvana, and a body scarcely contained by a tight T-shirt that strained around his biceps and across his chest. My cock hardened instantly.

I folded my paper and leaned across the table, offering my hand. “My friends call me Buzz,” I said.

His handshake was firm, without that aggression that some men feel they need to exude authority.

“I hope you’ll count me as one of your friends, Buzz,” he purred. If I wasn’t an old cynic, I would have thought he was flirting with me. “I’m Cal. I guess my parents liked the strip as well.”

“You want a coffee, Cal? I was about to get a refill.”

He appeared embarrassed. “Look, I gotta be honest,” he said. “One of the reasons I sat here was that neglected pastry. I thought I might be able to snatch it while you weren’t looking.”

I laughed. “You’re either very poor or very hungry.”

“Both,” he interrupted.

“Be my guest,” I said, pushing the plate toward him. “But let me warn you, it has seen better days. If it was a horse, they would have shot it.”

He laughed then began to wolf it down. I guess I was a little disappointed that his interest was in my leftovers rather than in me, but I would never have followed up anyway.

“You want a coffee to go with that snack?” I said as I stood preparing to move to the counter. “My treat.”

He mumbled something between crumbs which I took to be the affirmative.

When I got back to the table, he was picking up the last of the pastry flakes on the end of his spit slicked finger. I wondered how it would feel if it were my cock being pushed between his soft lips. I sat down as my cock tented in my jeans.

I pushed the coffee toward him. With a plate of sandwiches.

He looked at me.

“As I said, my treat.”

He opened the cardboard packet and began to devour them greedily. “Thanks, man. Um… Buzz.”

I wanted to soften the burden of accepting food from a stranger. “If you want to pay me back…”

I saw him stop chewing.

“Then maybe some time in the future when you find yourself in a similar situation, then remember this and be charitable to that someone who’s down on his luck.”

He relaxed, polishing off the sandwiches in record time, burping his appreciation.

“Sorry. Habit, I suppose. But they sure tasted fine.”

He watched me closely as he sipped his coffee, leaning back contentedly. I was uncomfortable under his inquisitive gaze and glanced at the Arrivals board. “You waiting for someone?” he asked.

“Yeah. The plane has been delayed.”

“How long?”

“I’ve got over an hour to fill in.”

“That’s good,” he smiled, leaning closer. “There was another reason I wanted to sit here.”

“What was that?” I asked.

“You’re hot.”

I spluttered my coffee. I’d never had a young man proposition me so openly. He pressed his knee against mine so I could feel his heat.

“And you’re fuckin’ gorgeous,” I replied.

“So the only dilemma is where do we go to fill in a very pleasurable hour? They’re not likely to let us into the First Class Lounge. Your car is probably too public. Right here on the table would get us arrested although I have been known to do it for an audience.”

I groaned at the fantasy.

“You like that, eh?”

I nodded my head enthusiastically.

“In that case, follow me.”

He was up from the table, shucking on his backpack, and striding away before I caught up with him.

“It was only a sandwich and a coffee. You don’t have to do this,” I said, taking his arm to slow him down.

He turned on me, his eyes flashing anger. “You think I’d fuck you for a crappy sandwich and stale Danish?”

I mumbled an apology. He calmed down.

“I get off on older dudes,” he said. “Not ancients. But Daddy types. You know?”

I nodded.

“I thought you might get off on guys my age. I was hoping you were up for a bit of adventure. I guess I was wrong.”

Fuck! I was going to lose him. My cock was screaming what a foolish old man I was.

“Nah,” I said warmly. “I love fucking the ass off guys your age till they can’t stand up. Just not used to them coming on so strong.”

He smiled. “Life’s too short to beat around the bush. You up for that adventure then?”

“Fuck, yeah,” I said as he took off again.

I kept pace with him as I knew where he was headed. When we got there, he didn’t even bother to look around but just opened the door as if he had every right to use it.

“Live dangerously, daddy,” he said as he pulled open the door to the disabled toilet and ducked inside.

Following him without thinking, I locked the door behind us. The stall was much more spacious than an ordinary men’s room cubicle and we had total privacy – unless someone came knocking on the door. I’d worry about that when it happened. Right now, I had more on my mind, like the handsome young man who wrapped me in his arms, thrusting his warm tongue into my mouth, sucking gently as he ground his crotch against mine. It was difficult to determine who was harder.

I glanced at my watch, remembering Jason was arriving shortly.

“Plenty of time, old man,” Cal said as he sat on the toilet seat spreading his legs to reveal a very substantial bulge. “Come on, daddy. Strip for me. Show me what you’ve got.”

I fumbled nervously with my shirt until he put his hand up for me to stop. “Come on, man. Tease me. Don’t play this like some back-alley whore who wants it over and done with.” He spoke like we had all the time in the world. I looked at my watch again. “Whoever it is you’re meeting. Let them wait.”

Print ISBN 978-1-911478-19-5  272 pages  Cover Price: 13.99

eBook ISBN 978-1-911478-20-1  Cover Price: 8.99

Length: 334 pdf Pages / 66482 words

Group / Orgy / Ménage, Family and Relationships, Gay Erotica,

Heat rating: 5