I was nearly out of town before I realized that I'd left my blueprints at the house. I swore under my breath as I turned around and headed back. That would be just great, showing up at the work site without the blueprints. I pulled into the alley and walked by the pool to let myself in the back door. The heavy tube was laying on the table right where I'd left it. As I picked it up I heard a noise. It sounded like it came form upstairs, a moan, as if someone were in pain. I laid the tube down and made my way upstairs. I don't know why I didn't call out to Ryan. I normally would have. Half way down the hallway I froze at my son's half-opened bedroom door. There was the moan again, only it wasn't from being in pain. There was Ryan standing reared back, holding onto the railing of the top bunk, naked, thrusting his hips at someone on the bottom bunk. His back was to me and I couldn't make out who it was on the bottom. I took it all in, in a matter of a couple of seconds; the sharp taper of Ryan's upper body, from his broad, heavily muscled shoulders down to his lean hips and his tight bubble butt flexing and his thighs bulging as he thrust. I wasn't particularly upset, mostly shocked, and I wondered how he'd gotten her in the house so quick for I'd only been gone a few minutes. As I turned away from the door and leaned back against the wall to regain control of my breathing it suddenly hit me between the eyes. The pair of legs held up wide on either side of Ryan's hips, and the upturned butt had hair on them! Ryan wasn't fucking a girl; he was fucking another guy!
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