The sight

Bruce saw in horror Rod and Will, naked, their bodies intertwined, cum dripping from Rod's gaping hole. Rod got up quickly, grabbing a blanket to rap it around his waist, and ran to shut the door behind Bruce, although with a slight limp.

"What..." Bruce starts, "Are you...fucking my dad?" Bruce stared at, Will who looked away.

"It's not what you think Bruce." He said.

"Then what is it Will." Bruce said, his voice starting to get louder.

"Calm down Bruce...Will and I...We've been seeing each other for a while now." Rod put a hand on Will's shoulder, "I...We didn't like going behind your back like this so I told...we agreed that Will should break things off with you."

"So you used me Will? You fucked me over so you could fuck my dad?" Bruce was steaming.

"I do love you, Bruce...I just..." Will took Rod's hand and held it, "I just love your dad more." Never in his life had Bruce felt so betrayed. Sure he was hurt by his mother never accepting him as gay, but at least she had never stolen his boyfriend before.

"How long?" Bruce asked.

"Eight inches," Will said, but Rod punched his arm.

"It all started when we watched the season premiere of our show," Rod said and Bruce stumbled backward.

"But the premiere star...that was six months...oh god I think I'm gonna be sick..." Bruce said his vision spiraling. He felt dizzy.

"I'll catch'm" Will says getting up, running over to catch Bruce as he faints. However, Bruce was heavier then Will expected and in the suprise, Will fell as well. In the process banging his head on the coffee table. So Rod stood there watching the seen. His son and lover unconscious on the floor.