DEATH BY HEART ATTACK BROUGHT ON BY SEXUAL AROUSAL—that was what my headstone would say. He was going to kill me.

He’d teased and flirted and said the most outrageous things all night. I’d been hard since we left his house and now that work was over, I was afraid I wasn’t going to get to come. That just made me even hornier, and knowing I would have to ask about it made the desire worse. Then you had the humiliation factor, and that was pushing me right to the edge.

As we walked out to his car, I broke. “Um, Sir, I…um…I…can I…” The stupid words wouldn’t come out.

Kyle got this wicked grin and gestured to the car. “Get in, slut.”

God, the way he sneered out the words had me dripping precum in my briefs. If I couldn’t get a hold of myself I was going to come in my pants. And that idea was humiliating enough to make the problem even worse. “Yes, Sir.”

He hadn’t answered my question, but his expression shouted that he had something up his sleeve. Kyle always had the best ideas. He made me crazy. Climbing in, I shoved my bag down to the floor and buckled myself in, trying not to shift around and look like a kid with ants in his pants.

With naughty thoughts flashing in his eyes, Kyle hopped in and pulled away from the building. When we were almost to the road, he stopped the car and turned to me. “You have about five minutes until we get to your house. If you can come before then, good, but if you can’t then you’re going to be stuck with that hard-on until I let you orgasm, slut.”

Reaching out, he gave my crotch a pat that had my brain rattling around. Between the physical sensation and the almost dismissive tap, I was shaking. I didn’t care that we were in the car or that he was going to watch, I just went for it. I had to come.

The idea that he might change his mind teased at the edges of my senses, making it hard to get my pants open. Once I managed, I shoved them down enough to free my cock. When it was out, I looked over to Kyle. “I can…I can touch it?”

He’d already given me permission but asking felt unbelievable; arousal surged through me, making my dick jump. Kyle reached out and grabbed the back of my neck while he started to drive. “Do it, slut. You’re running out of time.”

“Yes, Sir.” Wrapping my hand around my hard-on, I started jerking it off. Moaning, I arched up and thrust harder into my hand, pretending it was him touching me. His hand tightened on my neck, giving me that trapped feeling which was so perfect.

Even knowing he was watching me play with myself, it wasn’t enough to push me over the edge, I wanted the words—I needed them. “Please, Sir.”

Kyle either took pity on me, which was hot, or he didn’t want to hold back his dirty words any longer. “Look at you, slut. Tugging on the little guy. You like being watched, don’t you? Knowing I can see how needy and horny you are? Go faster. Show me how you want me to touch your cock. That’s what you want isn’t it, slut?”

Delicious waves of humiliating pleasure rolled through me. Needing the demeaning words made me even more turned on.

“You liked it when I let you come in the hall before. You loved the feel of being trapped, exposed. Used. Harder, slut, you know I wouldn’t go that easy on you.” He growled out the words, his hand clamped on my neck.

Shaking and humping my hand, I knew we were almost there. In seconds, he wasn’t going to let me come. He’d make me stop, and I’d have to go inside with a hard-on and—

“Do it, slut.” The words were husky and demanding. I exploded; cum shot out into my hand and the orgasm was so powerful it made me light-headed. When the pleasure faded, I looked around and saw we were just down the street. Looking down at my hand, I peeked up at Kyle.

He glanced over at me, a steely expression on his face. He looked like what he wanted to do was bend me over something and fuck me hard. Pushing the tempting thought to the side, I looked around for something to clean up with.

“You know what you’re supposed to do. Clean it up, slut. We’re running out of time, and you don’t want to have to lick it up while we’re sitting in the driveway.” Rough and demanding, his voice sent new waves of need through me.

He watched as I brought my hand up to my mouth and started licking. The taste wasn’t bad, but this wasn’t something I would have ever done on my own. The fact that Kyle was making me do it made it erotic and arousing.

“Look at my cum slut. I can see how much you like that. Your little cock’s even trying to get hard again, isn’t he? He can’t yet though. Finish up. You don’t want to have the little guy waving around when we pull in, do you?” His voice was husky, and it did crazy things to my insides but he was right. I had to put it away.

Hurrying, feeling dirty and ridiculous, which didn’t help my fluttering stomach, I managed to look reasonably normal by the time he pulled up to the house. I hated to leave him, but my bed was calling and I couldn’t fight back a yawn.

As the need to sleep rolled a fog over my brain, I had a thought. We didn’t have to work the next day. Kyle had somehow gotten us on the same work schedule but the following evening was a night off. I hated the idea that we wouldn’t see each other. Would it be crazy needy to ask him out?

“Hey—”

“You want—”

We both laughed, but I wanted to ask before I lost my nerve. “You want to do something tomorrow since we don’t have to work?”

He smiled; the heat was still there but so was the sweeter side that he’d shown me earlier. “That’s what I was going to say. How about I pick you up around five? Do you have a curfew or anything?”

I sighed. “Maybe. I’ll have to talk to my dad. My mom’s overprotective and doesn’t even like me staying out late for work. But with college in the fall, my dad’s trying to get her to loosen up. I’ll text you later and let you know.”

“So no avoiding your dad.” He laughed and shook his head. “Let me know if you need backup or just to escape. Parents can be weird even if they’re okay with the whole gay thing.”

I leaned over and gave him a quick kiss. “Thanks.”

He ran a hand through my hair and pulled me in for another deeper kiss. “Now go before you get us distracted.”

“Yes, Sir.” Wearing a stupid grin, I climbed out of the car and headed inside.

* * *

My brain was foggy and I couldn’t figure what the noise was. I opened one eye but quickly closed it and buried myself under the covers. If I was going to work nights, I needed darker curtains.

“Nick?”

The noise was back but this time my brain was working enough to realize what it was. “Yes, Dad?”

Why wasn’t he at work? There was no way it was early enough that he’d still be home. Braving the light again, I pushed off the covers enough to see the clock. What was he doing home at lunch? Usually, I was up before this, but in my defense, I was worn out last night.

“Can you come downstairs? I’d like to talk to you for a few minutes before I head back to work.” His voice was cautious like he was trying not to worry me.

That made the worry worse.

“Um, sure. Give me a minute.”

“I’ll meet you downstairs.”

Sitting up, I pushed the covers off and looked down at myself. I didn’t remember putting on different clothes when I got home last night but evidently, I did. Flannel pants and a T-shirt weren’t exactly summer sleepwear, but at least I didn’t have to think about it at the moment.

Standing and stretching, I wished for a bathroom that was attached to my room. I headed out to the one in the hall and made a quick stop before going downstairs. I was hoping this was about work or a family vacation or that I’d screwed up and pissed them off somehow but I had a feeling I already knew what was going on.

Not seeing him in the living room, I went into the kitchen. Yup, and Mom too. Lovely. I headed straight for the coffeemaker, and frowned when I saw it was empty. Starting to make a new pot, I ignored Mom’s frown. She didn’t like me drinking it, but this was clearly going to be a coffee day.

“Morning.” I thought I might as well try to start off on the right foot.

They mumbled greetings while I found some cereal and doctored up my coffee. By the time I was sitting down at the table, the tension could have been cut with a knife. Was I supposed to say something? I’d thought this was their show but maybe not?

Ignoring the stress coming from my parents, I kept eating and focused on my coffee. Maybe if I played stupid, they’d give up. When they were still watching me awkwardly as I finished my cereal, I decided that maybe I needed to start things off.

“I don’t have to work tonight, but I’m heading out with a friend. Not sure what the plans are, but are we still doing the whole curfew thing? I mean, with college and all coming up it seems a little silly.” Getting up to refill my mug, I waited to see if that would at least get things going.

“I don’t see why—”

Mom interrupted him before he could even finish his sentence. “But, Gary, going out with someone is very different from working.”

“He’s going to be in college this fall. He won’t have a curfew then and will have to make his own decisions.” My dad actually sounded like he wasn’t going to let her suffocate me. I was impressed.

“I guess so.” Mom’s voice was low and skeptical. We all knew she’d rather have me home and not off goofing around.

“What time are you going out?” Dad’s voice was calm and I could tell there were other things he wanted to know.

“About five.” Then charging ahead, I kept going. “Kyle’s going to pick me up.”

“And that’s the boy who dropped you off?” He shared a look with Mom that was full of meaning. He’d told her. It shouldn’t have surprised me; they were married and all, but I wasn’t sure I was ready to wade through the minefield of overprotection bombs that were waiting in that discussion.

“Yes. We knew each other at school and because we’re working together, we’re getting to know each other.”

“So you didn’t…hang out with him in school?” Dad tilted his head and tried to make the question seem innocent.

“No. Just recently.”

He nodded and relaxed back in his seat a little. “But he’s nice?”

“Yes.” And he was bossy and had a wickedly dirty mouth, but I wasn’t going to say that part.

“That’s good.” Now my mother had finally decided to jump in. “Now your dad said that you boys were…close?”

“Yes.” Maybe I should have said more, but it was all I could do to sit quietly at the table.

“We’d like to know—”

“Maurine, you know what the site—”

“Nonsense. I’m his mother I have a right to know things about his…preferences.”

They were researching shit online. I hated that Kyle was right. I’m not sure where the sarcasm came from, maybe not enough sleep. “Pretty sure you don’t. I think some of this falls under basic privacy.”

Dad coughed, and it seemed like he was trying not to laugh. Mom didn’t think it was funny. “Nicholas! That’s not how you talk to an adult.”

“This isn’t about being polite or having good manners. This is about what feels like an invasion of my privacy. If I’d wanted to talk about it, I would have. It’s no one’s business who I…date.” I might not have come right out and said I was gay but if I didn’t want to I shouldn’t have to. Wasn’t this supposed to be on my schedule? “And I start college in the fall. The whole adult thing is stupid. I’m young but I’m not a kid.”

Dad broke in. “He’s right. This is a discussion that should happen when he’s ready. But we knew that already.” His voice was tight, and it looked like he was fighting the urge to say more. Just that he was disagreeing with her like this let me know how frustrated he was. He usually tried to do that whole united parents deal.

“I don’t think—”

“Nick, why don’t you finish your coffee upstairs and give us a minute. I’ll come find you before I head back to work.” He tried to sound reassuring, but I was still worked up over everything.

I’d take the reprieve though. “Sure, Dad.”

I headed back upstairs taking my half-full cup with me. Setting the coffee on my dresser, I wandered around the room, trying to find anything to keep my mind occupied. I cleaned up a little then went over to the closet and tried to figure out what to wear that night.

Jeans made the most sense. I didn’t do shorts that often. I thought they made me look even smaller which, in the right situation, made things awkward. Throwing a pair of my typical baggy ones onto the bed, I started sifting through shirts when a knock came at the door.

“Come in.” I turned from the closet to see my dad entering my room.

He stepped in cautiously like he wasn’t sure of his welcome. It wasn’t him I was frustrated with, so I smiled and tried to let him know I wasn’t mad. It seemed to relax him some, and he came in, shutting it carefully. “I’m sorry about that. It wasn’t how I wanted to handle things.”

“It’s okay.”

“When you are ready to talk about…things, let us know. You’re right; you’re almost an adult and you have a right to privacy.” He took a deep breath before continuing, “I’m here if you need to talk or if you have questions. I’m not going to judge.”

Maybe not about the gay part but if he found out the rest, I wasn’t sure he could keep that promise. “Thanks.”

“All right, then. I have to head back to work and your mother should be heading out to run some errands right about now.”

“Thanks.” She might have needed to go do some stuff, but I had a feeling it was Dad’s idea to do them now and give me some space.

He shook his head and sighed. “Least I could do. Have fun tonight and don’t worry about a curfew. Just let me know if there’s a night that you plan on staying over at someone else’s house. You not coming home at all might be more than she can handle without me preparing her some.” He gave me a conspiratorial grin. “Or figuring out that I need to hide it.”

“Deal.” Not that we were ready for that, but I wasn’t going to say I hadn’t thought about it.

He looked down at his watch. “I’m probably not going to be home before you leave, so drive safe and I love you.”

“Love you too, Dad.” And I did. Even if things were weird for a while. Eventually, I’d talk to them about it, but I wanted to be more sure of everything first. Not being gay…but the rest of it. Figuring out who I was and accepting what I wanted. Then I thought I’d feel more confident about opening up—just about being gay. I was pretty sure that I’d never bring up the more interesting pieces.

As he walked out of the room and closed the door again, I threw myself on the bed. I felt like I’d run a marathon. Was it too early to go back to sleep?