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I wasn’t hard anymore, but my balls ached. I wanted that dick so badly, and there was no way I’d ever have it now.

THREE

ELI

“Why are you home, Trey?”

“Nancy and Sam both fell asleep. I got bored. Did you have a meeting with no clothes on?”

I pinched the bridge of my nose and grabbed a beer out of the fridge. “No, the meeting’s over. And don’t change the subject.”

I grabbed my phone off the island and texted Nancy and Sam that I picked up Trey from their house, and thanked them for watching him. Even though they kind of didn’t. Maybe it was time for a new sitter?

“Whose pants are these?”

I looked over at Trey, who was holding up Jayden’s heather gray sweats.

Fuck.

“They’re mine.” Duh.

“They’re super small, they’re not yours.”

“Are you a sweatpants expert now?”

I watched in disbelief as he pulled them on over his jeans. “They almost fit me, Dad. There’s no way they’re yours.” He pulled them back off. “Put them on then.”

“I don’t have to prove it to you, you twerp.”

He looked suspicious. “Did you have a date tonight? Is he still here?”

Trey made a move for my bedroom, so I, of course, tried to put the sweatpants on. In just my flimsy sleep shorts, it was a massive mistake.

I knew as soon as I pulled one leg on that they were not going to fit, but it stopped Trey from heading towards Jayden and the garage, so I kept going.

After watching me squeeze into them, Trey said, “You can never wear those outside of this house.”

“Why not?”

“I can see your dick, Dad.” And then he pointed down my leg to the right. “Did you even try them on?”

I grabbed my robe off the stool, thankful I had left it there earlier, to cover what my son had so bluntly pointed out. Trey wasn’t wrong. They were like lycra on me and I was thankful I hadn’t leaked through them.

I think.

Trey shook his head and shrugged. “I’m gonna hit the sack.”

I scoffed. “Okay, old man. Don’t hit the sack too hard.”

“See you tomorrow. Love you.”

“Love you too, kiddo.”

* * *

I was about mid-sip when I heard Trey tell my brother Lane, “Dad had someone over last night.”

It almost went down the wrong way, but I managed to swallow, though a coughing fit quickly followed.