Say You Love Me: Alden & Harrison

The house is empty—dark and silent by the time I get out of the shower—which is for the best. The last thing I want is my son questioning me. How would I even explain myself to Alden when I’m not entirely sure what I’m doing?  Meeting people online is dangerous but . . . how else am I supposed to meet people when my whole life consists of work and home? As if my pathetic social life doesn’t make it hard enough to meet people, I live in the middle of nowhere. If Alden was meeting some guy he didn’t...

Maybe being caught finger fucking myself while naked on a motel room bed is divine justice. A well stretched and perfectly lubed asshole for no reason. Because . . . holy shit, my dad is JustAHarmlessPotato.  My low moan of distress is drowned out by the falling water as I scrub between my silicone slick cheeks.  The username he chose fits. Sort of. Dad is anything but a potato. But harmless—yeah.  What was he thinking? Agreeing to meet a stranger in a motel room for his first gay experience? If I wasn’t me this night could have gone a lot...

The first two drinks go down easy. Normally, I’d never be in a bar on a Tuesday night but today’s events call for weeknight drinking. Anything to get the memory of my son—Jesus fucking Christ. I tip my bottle back and swallow the contents. Maybe if I drink enough, I’ll forget. Alden seems to have the same idea. We’re talking in circles, about anything but the elephant in the room. Neither of us want to address it and, honestly, I’m still too sober to try.  We have an open tab and are lucky enough that the waiter is working hard...

A little embarrassment. A lot of alcohol.  I’m drunk as shit as Dad and I stumble from the bar sometime around midnight. We sway together. His arm is around my shoulder, mine around his waist as we steady one another. If not for his counterweight, I’d probably be facedown in the snow. Him too. The alcohol we consumed was absolutely necessary to have the conversation we did.  And I thought the first time I talked to my dad about sex was horrifying. Though, to be fair, it wasn’t nearly as traumatizing this time.  Thank you, tequila.  “Key is in my...