Don’t Tell My Son: A Taboo MM age gap

He’s Nineteen. Built like a Greek god. And my son’s best friend.
He’s also crashing on our couch for the summer.
I told myself it was innocent.
That I was just being friendly.
That a man my age wouldn’t possibly get worked up over a nineteen year old..

But when he leans over my shoulder, shirtless and smirking,
when he eats a juicy peach and then wipes the juice from his chest without breaking eye contact,
when he asks if I’ve ever thought about it…about being with a man….

…I can’t lie.
Not to him.
Not to myself.

What starts with a look turns into something neither of us can take back.

A forbidden MM age gap short story about temptation, obsession, and the line between curiosity and surrender.

*This cover was made with the help of AI