Strange Jason

When I woke up, my dad was gone. There was a note.

"Sorry I left so early, son. I hope you enjoyed yourself. I also hope I get to see you again soon. Maybe next time I can get fucked. I want your cock inside me sometimes too.... Love, Dad."

I had to go to school, so I left my dad a note in return. I wrote:

"Thanks for last night, dad. I loved it. You feel so good in me. Can't wait to put my cock inside you!"

I taped the note above his and my bedroom door, and went off to school. I was horny all day, and my dick started to grow.

In the end, I got to school late. But there was one guy who was waiting outside the building. He caught my eye, and I waved at him. He grinned and walked toward me. He wore a black hoodie, and shorts.

"Hey, Jason!" I said. "I haven't seen you since Friday! How are you?"

"Pretty good," he said. "I'm doing better."

We talked for a bit, and then we decided to go out to lunch. We went to a nice Italian place near campus. I ordered a meatball sub, and Jason had some kind of pasta dish.

"So, how are things?" I asked him.

"They're going well," Jason replied. "I'm looking forward to being done with this class. I don't know why my professor is such a jerk."

"Yeah, I know what you mean," I said. "There are a lot of jerks in college."

Jason laughed, and then so did I.

"So, uh," he said. "How about you? How are things with... your dad?"

I blushed.

"I'm doing okay," I said. "Why do you ask about my dad?" I hadn't told anyone about what happened. It felt so private.

"Well, I was just curious," he said. "It's kinda cool that you have a dad that's, ya know, open minded."

He chuckled, and I laughed along with him. I wasn't sure what to do.

"I mean," Jason said, "I could be your daddy sometimes too, maybe..."

I was worried now. What did he know? Had he heard about my dad? Could he have overheard us talking?

"No, no," I said quickly. "Nothing like that. My dad isn't like that, I'm not..."

I trailed off, unable to finish my sentence. Jason seemed to pick up on my hesitation.

"What?" he asked me. "Something wrong?"

"Uh, no," I stammered. "I'm just... I don't know. It's complicated."

Jason leaned forward.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I shouldn't have asked. If my dad looked like yours, uhm, I would be into him too."

I nodded. He was right. My dad was hot. Even hotter than a lot of guys my age.

"Oh, and I'm sorry for saying that," Jason added. "I thought we were past it."