“Alright!” Renz says to me, placing the final potted plant on his shelf. We’ve spent all afternoon moving in boxes, putting away clothes, and struggling with the fitted sheet, and now we’ve finally got his dorm room all set up. His side of the room is practically overflowing compared to the blank other side. Apparently his roommate is running late.
Renz takes a seat on the bed. “Thank you, Dad.”
There’s a moment of silence, a small awkwardness as both of us are unsure what to do. Without his mother around, our relationship has been filled with many silences, but this is perhaps the ultimate one. The shared realization that everything is going to be different from now on.
“I should get out of your fur now, huh?” I finally blurt.
“No no, you don’t need to” he responds bashfully.
“I should let my son go experience Buchanan, huh? You don’t want your embarrassing old dad tagging along.”
He looks down and fumbles with his hooves. “Yeah, but you’re gonna head back to Idaho tomorrow…”
“You go out and make some friends, alright? I’ll go veg out in the hotel room and we’ll get breakfast tomorrow morning.”
His face lights up. “Okay, yeah.”
Renz stands and gives me a hug and I hold on extra tight, knowing this is the last moment I will understand my son in this capacity. I won’t see him again until winter break, and by that point who knows how much will happen that I won’t be privy to?
I wish I could hold onto this moment forever, but Renz finally pulls away with a grin. “Alright, dad. I’ll see you tomorrow?”
“I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
I smile until I head out the door, then I shuffle back to my car so I don’t start crying in front of all the other families moving in. It’s been a rocky road for Renz and I, but standing here on the other side of it, I wish I could do it all over again.
I managed to book a stay at the motel room on the side of town, every other room being filled with Buchanan parents holding on too tight to their children just like me. I step in, undo my button up, and lay down on the bed. The air conditioning makes it feel like the Arctic in here.
Pulling out my phone, I swipe through an old photo album of when Renz was 14. He was such a free child, happy and wild and a little unfiltered, but this is around when he started getting really insecure. In this photo from a family reunion, my tall, lithe son is standing with an arm on his shoulder, like he’s trying to shrink himself out of existence. That’s what all of these photos were. Whenever I wanted to go to the beach he’d stay home because he wouldn’t want to be shirtless in front of other people.
I’m so proud of where Renz is now. Going to college by himself, ready to make friends and face the world as an adult. He’s still my son, but he’s also his own confident man now.
I swipe down on the photo app and stare at my homescreen, planning my next move. I could get steak from the place next door and eat it in my underwear while watching whatever they have on TV, which doesn’t sound half bad. And then my thumb finds Grindr and that plan goes out the door.
Looking at the screen of blank profiles and ab photos, the field is generally younger than I expected. Back home in Idaho, it’s the same handful of old guys (and I’m an old guy too, so I’m not complaining) who are always 30+ miles away. Here, there are a few 18-22 year olds, who must be new Buchanan students, and then a couple of “daddies” who must be their fathers.
I click on one profile that’s 0 feet away from me (probably a dad in the room right next to me) and send a message to no response. I click around a little more before I find the profile for an adorable little borzoi. He’s only 18 years old, brown and white with a gorgeous thin body and a pair of white briefs that gets me hard before I even message him.
hey there
Hiii
You are so hot
heh thank you
you’re a pretty little dog yourself
Hehehehe
what are you looking to do?
Just looking to have some fun
I’m a little inexperienced so I want someone who will take it slow
ok ok so no anal?
No if that’s okay
yeah that’s ok
frotting?
Yyyes I would like that
a little kissing?
Yes please
sounds like you found the right mule
Hehehehe I think I did
Can you host?
yup i’m at a motel on the edge of town
Bet
Can I come over at 9ish?
yes please
Ok!
See you then :3
see you then doggy
So. It’s a plan.
I head out to the one restaurant in town and wait in a massive line with every other Buchanan parent, then head home with a takeout box of steak, fries, and a side salad. I sit on my freezing bed, strip down to my boxers and sweaty tank top, and skim through the channels until I see some vaguely interesting reality TV show about a bunch of people in a house. I let that play in the background as I ruminate on my fries, thinking about what Renz is getting up to right now. Knowing him, he probably headed to the food hall to get dinner, found a group of nice-looking kids to eat with, and is making best friends already.
Eventually, 9 rolls around and I don’t bother getting myself any more cleaned up. The kid saw my musty pictures on Grindr and he wanted to take a bite, so he can handle a few crumbs on my chest. There’s a knock at the door.
“Let yourself in!” I yell out.
The door opens and in steps just about the most adorable borzoi in the world.
“Hey, beautiful,” I say grinning,
He shuts the door behind him and then just stands there nervously, arms gripping one another. He’s wearing a black tee-shirt over a green long-sleeved shirt and is adorned in silver jewelry. His face is already bright pink and there’s a distinct protrusion in his long, oversized pants. “Hi.”
“I’m Marco,” I say, sensing his nervousness. “What’s your name, son?”
“Olin.”
“Olin. It’s very nice to meet you.”
He nods.
“Do you wanna take a seat?”
“Sure.” He waddles over to me and takes a seat on the other side of the bed. He puts a paw over his muzzle. “Sorry…”
“What are you sorry about, little dog?”
“Nevermind, nothing.”
“Olin.”
He looks at me. “I just… I’ve never really done this before.”
“Ohhhhh,” I say. “Ever?”
“Um… I…” He swallows. “Yeah, ever.”
“Ohh. So not just a ‘little’ inexperienced.”
“I’m sorry, I thought you wouldn’t want to if I didn’t–” He fumbles with his paws. “Sorry, sorry. I should just go.”
“Why? Come and relax. I won’t bite.”
“Hoooo. Okay.”
“Do you wanna scoot up a little closer?”
He nods and then sheepishly scoots in right next to me. I put a hoof on his shoulder all friendly and let him tuck his head into my shoulder.
“There, not so scary, right?”
“No,” he whispers. “Hoo. Okay.”
“We don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
“Well…” He motions down to the obvious erection in his pants and then giggles.
“Point made, son.”
“Yeah… I want to, uh… lose my virginity before college starts.”
“You’re at Buchanan?”
“Mmhmm. And I didn’t lose my virginity at high school and I just want to get it out of the way so I can feel less pressure.”
“That makes a lot of sense,” I nod.
“Yeah. The whole thing makes me kind of anxious and I figure… don’t make a big deal out of it, right?”
“Yeah, definitely.” I put a hoof on his lower thigh. “You’re a pretty dog. You’re gonna be a hit at college, huh?”
“Oh, don’t say that,” he says, his face going bright red again.
“Don’t call you pretty? You are.”
“Oh my god.”
“You’re gonna show up and everyone’s gonna be asking for your number, everyone’s gonna wanna get a little bite of you, and you aren’t going to be nervous at all because you got it out of the way already.”
He giggles so cutely as he cups his paws to his face. His tail is wagging like crazy.
“Do you wanna lay down?”
He does. I stand over him and look at the little pile of fluff in front of me.
“May I take your pants off?”
He nods. “Yes, please.”
I get onto my knees, hooves on his belt buckle, wrist pressed into his erection, and look up at him. “Hey, you’re going to tell me if you want me to stop, right?”
“I will,” he says, eyes shut tight, paws fumbling around nervously.
“Hey, look me in the eyes.”
He does so.
“Promise me.”
“I promise.”
“Good.”
I get back to work, undoing his belt and letting his pants fall to the floor. His erection is already poking out of the tip of his white briefs, the sight of which makes a stream of precum jet right out of me. I look down and realize my dick escaped the fly of my boxers long ago, so that precum is now on the bedsheets in between his thin legs.
“Yeah,” I nod, giving him a onceover. “You’re going to be popular.”
I move back up and we make out for a little bit. He’s remarkably adept at it for such an inexperienced dog. “Not so deep,” I have to tell him once, but otherwise we fall into a little trance as we lap at each other’s tongues. His paws feel wonderful on the small of my back, my belly pressed into his bony body.
“Can you breathe down there?” I chuckle.
“Mmhmm,” he whispers. “I like that.”
“You’re gonna be getting a lot of that, aren’t you?”
He nods. “I am.”
“You’re gonna be so popular, Olin.”
“Nooo…”
I push up and try to look him in the eyes, but he once again covers his face with his paw. “What do you mean no?”
“I’m just… I’m just a dog.”
“You’re beautiful.”
“No I’m not.”
“Look me in the eyes, son.”
He does.
“You’re beautiful.”
And looking him right in the eyes, I know he means it when he responds.
“I’m beautiful,” he whispers.
“You are so beautiful.”
He giggles. “Thank you.”
We spend about 20 minutes frotting, Olin getting more and more red the whole time. He keeps his face covered with his paw as he starts whimpering into it. As I start to get into the motion, my weight makes the bed start rocking with me. The poor downstairs neighbors bang on the ceiling which makes Olin let out an embarrassed whine.
Besides that minor distraction, the rest of our time together goes well. I rock the little borzoi’s world until he’s a whimpering sweating whining mess. I grab hold of his dick and give him five strokes before he lets out a massive load that hits his face. He gives me a loose handjob for a few minutes until I take over and do the rest of the work for him, cumming into his briefs. It is a magnificent feeling seeing how happy and calm he was when he walked in here so nervous.
As we sit up, I give him a kiss on the forehead. “Are you feeling good?”
“That was really lovely.”
“And not scary at all, right?”
“Not at all.” He smiles and squeezes his paws tight. “Um, Marco?”
“Yeah, son?
“I assume you don’t live here?”
“I live in Idaho.”
“Ah.”
“But… I’ll be up here to visit my kid every so often.”
He smiles. “Can I give you my number?”
“Of course.”
“Okay,” he says, raising his cum-soaked briefs and getting his pants back on. “I’ll text you on Grindr.”
“Okay! Are you heading back to campus now?”
“Mmhmm. Should be a short walk.”
“Nice night.”
And there’s a moment of silence.
“Alright, Olin. Have a nice school year.”
“Thank you, Marco.”
The borzoi leaves my motel room. I go to the bathroom to wipe up the cum on my boxers and then lay down, satisfied. If anything, I know that boost of confidence will help him in the upcoming year.
I’ve only been away from Renz for a few hours now, but I feel that pang of sadness thinking about him by himself and I decide to give him a call. He won’t pick up, anyway, because he’s probably out at a party. I’ll send him some dumb meme and text him that I was thinking of him, and we’ll get breakfast in the morning like we planned.
But he picks up. “Dad?”
“Renz.”
“Hi, Dad.”
And it’s so nice to hear his voice.
We chat for a little bit about the food in the cafeteria, how he didn’t know how to use his swipe card. We talk about the literature meeting he went to and the student union party he went to (with a bouncy castle!) I’m just about to let him go for the night when he brings up one last thing.
“Oh, and my roommate finally arrived.”
“That’s so awesome. Do you like him?”
“He’s a little quiet but he seems nice.”
“What’s his name?”
“Olin.”
I drop my phone to the bed. I can hear his muffled voice on the other side but I just about go slack in horror.
I just fucked my son’s roommate.