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.He’d never been out all night before, not even in college.Len filled two martini glasses and walked back to where Jim was standing.His shirt had opened wider and most of his torso was exposed.Jim said, “No,” to the martini, but Len handed him the drink anyway, and then walked over to a bookshelf beside a huge flat screen television.As Len lit up another cigarette, Jim sighed and said, “Are you always this terrified to be alone? Seriously, Mr.Mayfield.I’m starting to think you’re kidding around with me.”Len took a long drag and said, “I’m kind of quirky.We all have our quirks, Jim.I’m sure you have your quirks, too.” Then he winked and said, “I’ll bet I can think of at least one thing you’re terrified of.”Jim let that remark go; he wasn’t sure what Len was talking about.When Jim sat down on a black leather chair next to a marble fireplace, Len turned to the bookcase next to the TV and pulled out a pile of magazines.He sifted through them for a moment and picked one magazine out of the pile.He opened it up without having to search long and set the magazine down on a glass table next to Jim’s chair.When Jim glanced down at the magazine, he pressed his palm to his chest and gasped out loud.“Mr.Mayfield,” Jim said.It was an old copy of a Playgirl magazine.Len had opened it to the infamous nude centerfold he’d done when he was in college.He could have been Cain’s identical twin brother back then.They had the same slightly hairy legs and large round biceps.Len must have been about Jim’s age when he posed for the photo.He was stretched out on black sheets, stark naked, holding an erection in his fist that was so large there had to be four inches sticking out of the top of his fist.Len ignored Jim’s reaction.He took a long drag and asked, “I’m curious, Jim.What’s your impression of me? What do you see when you look at me?” He opened his shirt all the way and pulled it out of his pants.Jim glanced at the large chest muscles and the ripples on his abdomen.This was the kind of body Jim had always wished he had.He looked down at the naked photo and took a deep breath.“I don’t understand, Mr.Mayfield.” Aside from a few wrinkles that only gave him more character now, Len looked almost exactly as he did when he’d posed nude in college.“I want to know what you see when you look at me.”Jim shrugged.He took a large gulp of martini and said, “You’re a cool dad.”“Would you be surprised if I told you my wife and I haven’t had sex in more than ten years? I know she’s been seeing the tennis instructor and I turn my head the other way.”Jim gulped his martini that time.“I think that’s too much information, Mr.Mayfield.You’re my best friend’s dad.I’m not sure I should be privy to that kind of personal information.” The martini was kicking in and he tried hard not to stare at Len’s naked torso.He tried even harder not to gape at the bulge between his legs.Len had hiked up his tight stucco chinos and his dick was pointing to the right.If Jim looked close enough he could see the outline of the head.Len spread his legs wider and leaned back.“Did you know my wife is having an affair with her tennis instructor? Would you have guessed that I can fully understand why my wife finds her tennis instructor so appealing? I can’t blame her at all.You should see what he looks like in those tight white tennis shorts.He’s got an ass you could bury your face in for a week without coming up for air.” He laughed.“Of course he doesn’t have a brain in his head, which is a shame.He’s not smart and adorable like you, Jim.”Jim’s chest tightened and he heard his heart beating in his ears.He stood up fast and said, “I think it’s time for me to leave, Mr.Mayfield.You’re starting to really freak me out now.” Though he wasn’t completely certain, he had a feeling Len Mayfield, his best friend’s father, was trying to seduce him.Or worse, maybe he was trying to find out if Jim was gay so he could make fun of him.“We have the entire house to ourselves, Jim.It’s just you and me, two grown men, consenting legal adults who find each other attractive.”Jim felt his face flush; he did find Len Mayfield attractive.He started to perspire at his temples.“Ah well, Mr.Mayfield.I think I know what you’re doing.This is wrong.You’ve been friends with my parents for years.We can’t do something like that.You’re a married man.I’m best friends with your son.My God, we went to baseball bible camp together.” Len felt like running out the door with his arms in the air.Of all the things he could have predicted that night, he never thought his best friend’s dad would do something like this.Len rubbed his crotch and laughed.“I’m not sure I know what you’re talking about, Jim.”“Oh, you know,” Jim said.“I’m not an idiot.Please stop playing with me.I might not be the most experienced guy in the world.But I think I know what you’re doing right now.”Len shrugged.“I’m lost.You’re not making sense anymore.” Then he unbuckled his belt and opened his pants until his pubic hair was exposed.He couldn’t stop laughing; he seemed amused at Jim’s reaction.When Jim saw that Len’s penis was almost fully erect and ready to tent out of his slacks, he looked up at the ceiling and said, “Give me a break, Mr.Mayfield.You know what you’re doing and I’ve never been so embarrassed in my life.You tell me all kinds of things.You’re all like, ‘My wife is having an affair with the tennis instructor.’ And then you’re all like, ‘I think the tennis instructor is a hot guy.’ I think you’re trying to get into my pants, Mr.Mayfield.And I have to tell you that I’m stunned, simply stunned.”“Would that offend you?” Len asked.“Would you be disgusted if I were trying to get into your pants? Do you find the thought of making love to me that repulsive?”“Well, I’m not offended,” Jim said.“I’d be shocked.You’ve known me since I was a child.”“Would it make a difference if we’d just met for the first time?”Jim didn’t think this time before he spoke.“In that case, it wouldn’t make a difference.And yes, I’d find you very attractive.But that’s not the point, Mr.Mayfield.What would Cain think? What would my mom and dad think?”“Such drama,” Len said.“Of course I’m not trying to get into your pants, Jim.Would I do something like that to you?”It dawned on Jim that he may have overreacted.Maybe he was so confused about everything in his life he’d assumed the worse about Len Mayfield.He lowered his voice and stared down at the floor.“Now I feel awful.Please forgive me, Mr.Mayfield.I don’t know what I was thinking
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