On the way back from my hookup, I found myself reeling from the intense anal sex I'd just enjoyed. I really needed to calm down and give my boy pussy time to stop throbbing. My taint was jerking spastically and hot cum was running into the seat of my undies. In the pouch of my tighty whities, my boner was sizzling and still leaking precum, soaking the white cotton fabric while my heart raced from the intense fuck I'd enjoyed so much.
So instead of heading straight to the apartment, I texted mom to see if her or Gary wanted anything from the gas station. I hadn't mentioned where I was going when I dipped out, just that I was “going for a walk” and that I wouldn't be long. So when I asked if she wanted something, I hoped it would give me a little bit of cover in case she wondered if I was meeting someone for sex.
My stepdad wasn't home from work yet, but I know he loves Almond Joy. So I grabbed one for him, a Milky Way for mom and some Sweet Tarts for me, then I walked back to the apartment. As I was making my approach, I saw the same trio of guys from earlier and blushed. They were standing around a parked car, all of them shirtless and looking hot! The youngest looking guy smiled at me and it took my breath away. He was so much cuter up close than he looked when we drove past earlier. I smiled back and kept walking, not sure what I should do or if I should say anything at all.
Luckily, I got a welcome distraction when my stepdad drove by and pulled into his parking space. With an excited gasp, I made a beeline to him as soon as he got out of his car.
“Gary!” I said excitedly, throwing my arms around my stepdad's torso and burying my face in his shoulder.
“Hey buddy,” he said with a smile in his voice, giving my frame a tight squeeze. “I missed you.”
“Missed you too,” I said shyly, picking my head up and giving him a grin.
He smiled back and caressed my cheek, then he kissed me on the forehead and playfully said, “I missed you more.”
With that, he put his arm around my shoulders and I felt a confusing tremble in my just serviced rear end. Disregarding that, I told him, “I got you an Almond Joy.”
“Thanks buddy,” he said, giving my shoulders as firm hug as we walked inside. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the trio of cuties watching us and felt a little bashful, but didn't fret too much.
When we went inside, the aroma of sauteing onion and garlic told me mom was cooking spaghetti for dinner. It smelled amazing.
“Smells like mom's got dinner on the stove,” Gary said, giving my shoulder a squeeze before setting his laptop bag down and joining her in the kitchen while I dumped our candy out on the dining room table. I watched from the corner of my eye as they shared a kiss on the lips, then my stepdad stole a peak at the frying pan while mom busied herself with opening a can of stewed tomatoes.
Gary jumped in the shower while I got comfy on the couch and surfed channels until mom joined me. As soon as she sat beside me, I curled my legs up and leaned into her for some affection.
“You still planning to talk to Gary tonight?” she asked, and I nodded with my head on her shoulder. “Right away? Or would you like to wait until we've had supper?”
“After supper is good,” I said quietly, then I let her dote on me while I thought about how to tell him.
When Gary got out of the shower, he joined us on the couch in a pair of track pants and a tank top. He looked really good! He works out a few times a week, mainly by running and lifting weights, and it shows on him. When he saw me hiding in mom's embrace he gave us a warm smile and took the spot beside her, then he wrapped his arms around us both and gave us a hug. I smiled back, taking the time to admire his handsome features in a whole new way.
It's not that I haven't checked him out before – I've checked him out a lot of times. He's hot! But for some reason, his arms and chest seemed to be better defined than any other time I'd seen him. His face had a more rugged, handsome quality that I was just noticing. His trim midsection seemed to flow effortlessly into his waist and pubic region. As I was checking out my stepdad, I felt my anus glowing with sexual energy and realized just how aroused I was by him.
Before things got out of hand, I diverted my horny gaze away from him and to the floor, prompting him to caress my cheek.
“You okay, buddy?” he asked, and I nodded without meeting his eyes. “Mom said you wanted to have a talk tonight.”
“Yeah, I wanted to tell you something,” I confirmed, and he used his fingertips to brush my bangs out of my forehead.
“You wanna do it now?” he asked, and I bashfully shook my head no. Giving me an easy smile, he said, “Whenever you're ready, bud.”
“Thanks,” I almost whispered, then I laid my head down in mom's lap and listened to them talk about their respective days at work and our plan for the weekend.
“I was thinking maybe we could take a drive out to Waverly,” Gary mentioned, and my ears perked up.
Waverly is a little town out in the country, about an hour drive from where we live. It's mostly known for the adult shop that sits right on Highway 460 between Norfolk and Richmond. Everyone calls it the book store, but it's really a place where people go to buy porn, find sex toys and hookup with horny guys. There's a 7-11 right next to it, so the parking lot is always full. Mom likes to eat at Virginia Diner, so we always drive past the book store when we go that way.
I've always wondered what was inside. A few month ago, we stopped at the 7-11 in the same parking lot and I tried to dare myself to wander inside while mom and Gary were buying snacks. But I chickened out at the last minute.
They must have noticed the change in my body language because mom rubbed my chest while they continued their conversation.
“Maybe we can get dinner out there, then stop at the bookstore on the way back,” mom casually suggested, and I felt a jolt of excitement run through me.
Then, without warning, they turned the conversation back to their work while my mind raced with the possibilities of visiting the bookstore I'd always wanted to see.
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One thing about being at mom's house is that we've never had dinner at the table. Even on holidays like Thanksgiving or Christmas, we always eat in the living room. It doesn't seem to matter if we're watching TV or not, either. We just always have dinner in the living room. Breakfast and lunch almost always happen at the table, but never supper.
So it was no surprise when we settled around the coffee table for dinner. Mom and Gary sat on the sofa while I took my usual spot on the floor, sitting on the back of my legs while I dug into a mound of mom's spaghetti. While I was slurping up a mouthful of noodles, Gary took an oversized bite of his garlic bread. He chewed it up, gave me a mischievous grin, then opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out, showing off his chewed up food. I giggled around my own mouthful, then reciprocated while mom rolled her eyes.
Normally she'd be on our asses about manners, but I think she knew Gary was trying to lighten the mood so I'd be more relaxed about coming out.
After dinner, mom and Gary made room for me on the couch so I could sit between them and talk. I was a little nervous, but mom held my hand while my stepdad gently scrubbed the hair on the back of my head.
“You comfy, bud?” he asked, and I nodded. “We're gonna have a great weekend, Casey. I promise.”
“Thanks,” I said quietly. “If we go to the bookstore in Waverly, can I go in too?”
“Of course, silly,” he told me. “I want you to pick a couple things out while we're there.”
“Really?” I asked excitedly, and he gave me a wink. I blushed, then I promised, “I won't pick out anything expensive.”
“I want you to pick out whatever catches your eye,” he said, and I gave him a warm smile.
“Is it okay if I get a toy?” I asked shyly, and mom gave my paw a squeeze.
“Anything you want, Casey,” he reminded me. “Do you know what kind of toy you want?”
“Kinda, but I don't want you to think I'm being gross,” I said cautiously.
“We won't think that, bud,” he tried to assure me, then he gave me a mischievous grin. “Besides, it would be a pretty big task to gross me out after all these years. I've wiped up everything from your piss to your throw up. And don't even get me started on your dirty britches.”
I gave him a wry smile and he winked at me, so I relaxed enough to blurt out, “I want a dildo.”
With that, I gave mom a panicked look but she simply kissed my cheek, then I felt Gary's hand move to my shoulder and he gave it a squeeze.
“Then we'll get you a dildo, buddy,” he said with an easy tone.
“Thanks,” I said shyly. Then I asked, “Did I just come out to you?”
“You might have,” he surmised. “Is there anything else you want to tell me?”
“Kinda,” I said. Then I announced, “I've been seeing guys.”
“Just guys? Or guys and girls?”
I made a face.
“Just guys,” I clarified. “I'm not bi.”
“Thanks for letting me know, buddy,” he said softly. “Can I have a hug?”
“Okay,” I sang, then I leaned against his chest and he wrapped me in a tight embrace. He gave me a kiss on the head and asked, “You feel better now?”
“A lot better,” I said, relieved that it was finally over. “You still love me?”
“More than anything, Casey,” he assured me. “Don't forget that.”
I craned my neck so I could smile at him and said, “I promise.”
With that, we nested on the sofa and watched TV in a cuddle puddle. The whole time, my mind was racing with thoughts of going inside the bookstore to see what all the hype was about. I really wanted a dildo, especially a vibrating one. I was also thinking about a butt plug. Or maybe a thrusting dildo. As I pondered the possibilities, my asshole started to tremble and I felt an overwhelming urge to get fucked in the ass. The warmth of Gary's body heat and the feel of his touch as he rubbed my back was only intensifying my urgent need.
Mom and Gary must have picked up on my mood because he rested his palm against the small of my back and asked, “Is everything okay, buddy?”
I avoided eye contact and simply nodded, prompting mom to ask, “Do you need a little privacy?”
I wanted to dig a hole and hide in it. Instead, I shrugged.
“Well, we need to run to Kroger and pick up a few things for breakfast tomorrow,” Gary remarked. “Do you feel like tagging along, or do you want to hang out here?”
“I'll hang out here,” I said, my voice husky with desire. Then I smiled at mom and said, “Thanks, mama.”
Five minutes later, they were out the door and I was on Grindr, looking for a top to satisfy my rear end. Almost as soon as I logged in, I saw a profile that was 300 feet away with a familiar looking trio of cuties in the profile pic. With a shiver running through my horny body, I opened the profile and tapped it.
