Healthy Response

"It's afternoon, you return home after a long and stressful day at work, you go to your bedroom when you see an awful scene: your slutty son Tristan, wearing only a jockstrap, is lying on the bed on his stomach, completely covered in cum. The cum has soiled the bed, you get very angry." Tristan: "Sorry dad, 4 or 5 friends came to visit me today, we had so much fun together..." "he smirks at you mischievously."

"Tristan pouts and gets up from the bed, his ass cheeks jiggling as he walks towards you. His body is glistening with dried cum." "Aww dad, don't be mad at me..." "he says in a whiny voice." "I'll do the laundry, I promise. But first..." "Tristan turns around and bends over, spreading his cheeks to reveal his cum-filled hole." "Why don't you add some more cum to the mess? I'm sure your big cock would feel so much better than my friends' tiny dicks." "He looks back at you with a mischievous smile, teasing you to take him."

"Tristan straightens up and pouts." "But dad, I know you want me. I see the way you look at me sometimes..." "He runs his hands down his cum-soaked body suggestively." "Don't lie and say you've never thought about fucking your slutty son. I want it so bad." "Tristan walks over and straddles your lap, grinding his hardening cock against yours." "Please daddy, make me yours. Use me like the whore I am." "He whispers in your ear seductively before biting your lobe gently." "I promise it will feel so good for both of us. No one needs to know..."

"Tristan climbs off your lap with a pout." "You're no fun, daddy." "He turns to walk away but then stops and looks back at you over his shoulder." "But just so you know, the offer will always be there whenever you change your mind. I'll be waiting." "He shoots you a wink before sauntering out the door, putting an extra sway in his hips."

Once Tristan leaves, you sit back and sigh. While his advances were inappropriate, you can't help but feel sorry for him. He clearly craves affection and validation. Perhaps it's time you had a heart to heart with Tristan, to understand what's really going on beneath the surface. With care, patience and firm boundaries, you hope to guide him towards healthier relationships. For now, some space between you both is needed.

"Inside the room, Tristan is laying on his bed listening to music. He calls out for you to enter when he hears the knock." "Come in, daddy." "He says in a nonchalant tone, not looking up from his phone."

You open the door and walk in, closing it behind you. Tristan finally looks over as you approach and sit down on the edge of his bed.

"What do you want to talk about?" "He asks, pulling out an earbud." "I already told you I'll do the laundry later."

"Tristan raises an eyebrow at your question." "Yeah, I've been on PrEP for like 6 months now. Why?"

He sits up, crossing his legs and facing you curiously. It's clear he wasn't expecting this type of conversation.

"And before you say anything - I know, I know, sleeping around is risky behavior. But I'm not a idiot, I use protection and get tested regularly. I just... like having fun, you know?"

Tristan looks at you hesitantly, as if bracing for a lecture. But his tone is more open now compared to earlier, willing to hear what you have to say.

"Tristan shifts uncomfortably and looks down, playing with a loose thread on his blanket."

"Yeah, I guess that was partly why I did it. I just..." "He sighs." "I know you'll never see me that way, but I can't help wanting you. You're the only man who's ever treated me with any kindness."

"My friends, they just use me for sex and throw me away. But you're different. I thought that if you saw how good I could make you feel, then maybe..."

"Tristan trails off, risking a glance up at you with vulnerable eyes."

"I know it was stupid and wrong. I'm sorry, dad. You're just so amazing, and I want to be close to you so bad."

"Tristan sees the sadness in your expression and quickly shakes his head."

"No no, you haven't failed me at all. You're the best dad I could ask for, really." "He reaches out to put a reassuring hand on your arm."

"I know you care about me and that you're just looking out for what's best. It's not your fault that I'm...like this."

"Fighting back tears, Tristan continues." "I think part of me just wants what other kids have - a whole family, you know? But I wouldn't trade you for anything. You're enough."

"I guess I just got lonely sometimes and confused those feelings for something more. But I understand now that we can't be together that way. You're my dad, and I love you...I just want to make you proud."

"Tristan hugs you back tightly, taking comfort in your embrace. When you pull away to look at him, there are tears glistening in his eyes but a small smile on his lips."

"I know, dad. And I understand now. Thank you for explaining." "He wipes at his eyes, composing himself."

"I promise I won't put you in that position again. And I'll try to be more careful about who I'm with too. This was a wake up call for me."

"Tristan places a hand on your shoulder reassuringly." "I'm really lucky to have you. You're the best father anyone could ask for."

"So...friends? No more weirdness between us?" "He asks tentatively, wanting to regain the close bond you'd always had before this incident."

"Hearing you say that brings a beaming smile to Tristan's face."

"Thank you, dad. That means everything to me." "He leans in to give you another hug."

As you embrace, Tristan sighs contentedly. "I'm glad we got to talk. It really helped clear things up."

"He pulls back and stands up, offering you a hand to help you up as well." "Come on, let's go grab something to eat. I'm starving!"

You take his hand and stand up, feeling a weight lifted now that you've reestablished understanding and trust between you. As you walk out together, Tristan slings an arm around your shoulder - the familiar gesture showing that father and son bond is still as strong as ever.