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“Come for me,” he whispers in my ear, just loud enough that I can hear him over the music. My body shudders with my release only seconds later. His next words have me sobbing. “That’s it, my good boy.”
Chapter Twenty-One
ROME
PRESENT DAY
It’s been a month since we told our friends about us, and as well as that went, we still haven’t said anything to our parents. But we know it’s time. We can’t avoid it forever and we want to be able to be ourselves around them when we’re home, and not keep avoiding the questions about whether either of us are seeing someone.
We set up a time to talk to both of them over Skype, which wasn’t easy with everyone’s schedules, but we’re here now.
“So what is it you boys wanted to tell us?” Gwen asks, her smile ever present. “Must be big if it requires a family meeting.”
“Yeah, I uh, I guess you could say that,” I say.
“Nothing bad is it?” she asks. Dad still hasn’t spoken from his place next to her.
“No, um, we don’t think so,” I say. Then I clear my throat. “You guys know Sebastian and I are close.” They exchange looks, nodding and Gwen bites her lip as she faces us again, her hand on Dad’s leg.
“Well, we’ve come to realize that what we feel for each other is more than just a familial love or a platonic love.” Gwen’s eyes fill with tears and I can’t tell if that’s good or bad, so I keep going. “We’re together, romantically, and we’re very much in love. We didn’t plan it, but we’re both really, really happy.” I take his hand and bring it to my lips, kissing it and he beams.
“I think Gwen is going to need a minute,” Dad says as she cries, “but all I can say is, it’s about damn time.”
I blink. “What?”
“I’ll be honest, son, I thought there might have been something more going on between you two years ago, and so did Gwen, but we didn’t want to say anything in case we were wrong. And we wanted you to share it with us on your own terms.”
I blink again. “What?” I repeat, starting to sound like a broken record. He laughs.
“You two were, like you said, incredibly close, and we just wondered.”
“You mean, you don’t mind?” Sebastian says, and both of our parents shake their heads.
“You’re not related. You only lived together for a year and the only reason for that was because of us. You're not breaking any laws or hurting anyone. If being together is what makes you happy, then so be it. I’m not saying it will be easy for everyone here at home to accept, but we’ll be there for you guys no matter what, okay? You have our support. And we’re happy for you.”
Gwen nods. “We love you both so much.”
Sebastian and I both have tears filling our eyes as we say goodbye.
Then I grip his face and kiss him, filled with so much joy and relief. We make love on the sofa, me buried inside him, his slender legs wrapped around me, and I know that he will be my home forever.
“You good?” I ask as Sebastian and I pause outside of the large Victorian style home. The week after we got back from Sebastian’s birthday celebration with Dad and Gwen, I started looking up sex parties and clubs. I wanted to find a safe place where Sebastian and I could explore our exhibitionist sides. I did some google searches and came across a few in our area that cater specifically to the LGBTQ community, and read reviews. This one had great reviews and when I went to talk to the receptionist at the front desk, she was very welcoming and informative. She explained that no one is required to have sex at all, that many people come as voyeurs or just out of curiosity. Consent is paramount and that includes any photos or videos.
I wanted to surprise Sebastian with the gift, but since he had to fill out his own application I had to tell him what I was planning. He was so excited at the idea of his first sex party and has been waiting on pins and needles ever since. We finally got contacted a week ago and were told our applications had been approved. It took us some time to find a night that would work for both of us and our schedules, but we’re here now.
Sebastian is bouncing on his heels, dressed in a leather skirt and a sheer black top that showcases his mouth watering torso. His hair is in a partial updo and he has black combat boots on his feet. I’m dressed in leather pants and a vest. “We don’t have to stay. And we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, remember? Nothing has to happen at all. We can just hang out and visit if you want. Or we can watch.”
He nods. We’ve been over all of this before, including the main rule, which is that no one touches him but me, and I don’t touch anyone else either. He’s mine and I’m his, period.
“I’m good,” he says, clearly eager to get inside and see what a sex party is all about. “Come on.” He grabs my hand and tugs me up the stairs. We show our cards to the man just inside the door and get waved in.
“Enjoy yourselves,” he says.
Upon entering the main room of the house, we’re greeted with R & B music and the sounds and smells of sex. The lights are dimmed, giving the room a sensual feel. Some participants are completely nude already, fucking on the furniture or up against the wall, while others watch, some clothed, some not. There’s a woman on one of the sofas being fucked by a man who is in turn being fucked by another man. A crowd is gathered around them, some touching themselves. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen, and I’ve watched my share of porn.
“Fuck,” Sebastian murmurs, looking around and taking it all in. I thought he might be nervous his first time at a sex party, but he is soaking it all up, mesmerized.
“Hello,” a young woman says, making her way up to us in the crowd. She’s dressed in a lacy black bra and matching panties and has long blonde hair falling down her back. “I’m Theresa.” She holds her hand out and we take turns shaking it, introducing ourselves.
