GENRE: Gay Spicy Romance
LENGTH: 20,572 words
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When Benny returns home after his first year of college, he hopes to spend time with David, his mom's friend and housemate, an older man who had been a father figure during his youth. But when he discovers David is involved with his own best friend, Brit, he's torn about his feelings of jealousy. And to complicate matters even further, Brit lets it slip that David is not only attracted to both sexes, but he's actually interested in Benny also. To learn that this older man has had a mutual crush on him, now that he's no longer a boy, but a college man, Benny doesn't know how to handle it.

Yet this exciting truth lights up Benny's life in a way he never experienced, and he soon discovers that an older man makes him feel more alive, especially when they explore a sexual relationship with room for romance.

But one major obstacle threatens their path to happiness -- Benny's mother, who has no problems with her son's sexuality, but does have a major aversion to age-gap relationships. Benny is wracked with guilt for sneaking around with David behind her back, and knows he should come clean with her. But how will she take the news? Will she throw David, her long-time friend and boarder, out of the house? Will her feelings for Benny forever change? Or should they risk not telling her at all?

EXCERPT:
Note: may contain sexually explicit scenes of a homoerotic nature.

I marched upstairs and stopped in front of David's door. I hoped we could forget about whatever had happened between him and Brit. I hoped he at least enjoyed the wine I'd accidentally dropped at this very spot. It had been gone ever since, so he probably still had it with him if he hadn't drunk it all yet.

I knocked on his door, and I lowered my eyebrows at the sound of a small squeak from the bed and clothes being scrambled. My heart raced at the thought of Brit possibly being there in secret, but then again, I hadn't seen her come inside. Though, she could've arrived here while Mom and I had been at the beach and just stayed the whole time.

The door opened, and David appeared with a tight smile and the door not wide open. He wore only his house shorts and nothing else. He looked freshly showered, too. "Hey, Benny… didn't think you'd be around. What's up?"

I tried so hard not to peek through his door space, but I couldn't help it. My eyes wandered nonchalantly. Ugh, I was stupidly jealous with absolutely no reason to be. Why? Why couldn't I just accept that he had his own freedom to do whatever he pleased? I was never like this with any of my hookups. Though, they were also my age, so there was that.

David tried to mask a grin and opened his door wide open. "See? No one's here. I was just taking care of some stuff."

"Oh ... I ..."

"I saw you trying to peek inside, so don't think you can fool me." He had the most gorgeous of smiles, or maybe I was just that infatuated. He never failed to make me turn into goo at every sight and interaction with him. My cock grew into a bulge, and I tried to close my legs without seeming obvious.

David looked below and shook his head with a grin. "Maybe it's time you want to be honest with me."

"Honest about what?" If only these shorts weren't the soft kind that made any boner poke right through like a tent more visibly, and my cock continued to grow at the sight of his face and just by being this near him. Being coy was ridiculously futile, and I kicked myself for it.

He exhaled and bit his lower lip hard, his face becoming more serious. "Maybe we should talk about this."

I froze with no idea what else to say. Maybe we should, indeed. But what exactly would we say? How would we go about it? It was so much easier with guys my age. With an older man like David, I felt more intimidated by his presence when it came to confronting sexual issues. My mom raised me to respect my elders, and I'd kept that respect as much as I could throughout my life. My biological dad was the only exception, which also made me hate Rosado as a last name to be stuck with.

"So, Benny, let's talk. Because I can't take this ignoring game any longer. You're going to have to talk to me at some point, and it's starting to get awkward when your mom's around."

Seeing his concerned face and his eyes focused on me hit me hard. My lips quivered at the thought of our relationship changing forever. He'd been the perfect father figure aside from the rough times he'd gone through, and I'd helped him cope through it all. Why did I have to feel this way about him? Why couldn't I have looked at him as a father instead of a potential lover? It only further complicated everything between us.