Chapter 2
457 Words
Dinner was awkward.... well for me because I was hard through it all. Shame on me. I seriously don't know what's going on with my body, more precisely, my d**k.
I know I'm eighteen and hormonal and s**t, but getting a hard on because of my dad? That's just crazy.
Mom called me downstairs to eat, I sat down in the table and as soon as dad appeared my d**k went rock hard. I don't get why because I'm straight, I've always been attracted to girls and I love having s*x with them.
Never have I gotten hard because of a guy, never.... Until now.
"Leonardo!"
"Huh? What?" I look at my mom.
"I said if you can please do the dishes?" She says standing up.
"Yes, I'll do them." I start standing up, but I remember there's an obvious bulge in front of my pants and sit back down. "Later." I say. "I'll do them later cause right now I'm too full to stand up."
She laughs. "Okay, I'm going to sleep because I have to wake up early tomorrow."
"Buenas noches, mamá." (Goodnight mom.)
"Que descances, Leo." (Sleep tight, Leo.)
She gives dad a kiss that makes me cringe. Mom is twenty years older than him, the age difference is not what bothers me. What bothers me is that mom already has wrinkles while dad looks younger than thirty-four.
I have never understood why dad started dating my mother at the age of seventeen when she was thirty-seven. I haven't asked him because I don't want to hurt my mother's feelings, but I'm sure there must be a reason... or maybe it was because she was a good looking woman back in the day, who knows.
"You bearly touched your food." Dad says. "You feeling okay?"
"Si." (Yes.) I answer.
"Te veo que estás un poco incomodo." (I've noticed you are a bit uncomfortable.) He says. "If it's because of the incident this afternoon, we can act like nothing happened."
I wish I could.
"I mean, it wasn't that big of a deal." He says.
Oh, it was big.
"We're men, plus you're in football team (soccer) don't tell me you haven't seen your team mates dicks."
"Oh God! Dad! I'd rather not talk about d***s with you." I say.
He laughs. He look younger when he laughs... and cute. Wait, what the hell?
Up until now I have never seen him in a s****l way because for one, he's my dad... step-dad and second, I'm straight. I'm not attracted to men so why am I now noticing how good he looks?
Stupid boner! Calm the f**k down!
DING!
I check my phone. A message from Caroline, I open the text: I miss you baby
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