Left alone

As it turned out I was wrong. Tony was leaving town that night and had no idea when he would be back. We sat in the car outside my place, his hand still on my knee as he said.

"Now, we both know you're my good boy, right?"

I simply nodded so he continued, "And I will come to visit you and take you whenever and however I choose, and you will give yourself to me willingly, correct?"

I nodded again. "Good boy." he said warmly, patting my knee before continuing. "But that doesn't mean you can't try out new things on your own. It's a big, wide world out there boy and I've shown you the ropes but it's up to you to go and find yourself."

Just then my parents car pulled in next to us, Tony's hand lingering on my knee long enough to make me squirm in embarrassment and fear but also, something else. He only removed his hand as my dad stepped out of the car, bending down to greet us through the window.

"Hey guys, whatcha doing?" he asked jovially.

"Just back from some ice cream, nothing special." Tony replied, equally jovially as we stepped from the car.

"I hope it won't spoil your appetite." Dad said slapping my on the shoulder, then he looked a little closer at my shirt. "Looks like you dripped a little... you should go clean yourself up before dinner. Your mother has a feast fit for kings planned for tonight."

I cringed as I realised I was still covered in dried semen but dad didn't seem to notice, already moving toward the house. I hung back a bit before heading inside and quickly showering off.

Dinner was an awkward affair, Tony toying me with knowing glances and risque remarks from across the table, my painful erection making it difficult to participate meaningfully in the conversation. Then, just like that, Tony was gone.

Part of me felt incredibly sad that I was now alone, but when I remembered his words a spark of something glowed inside. He was right, he had given me the tools to find my path. It was up to me to use them. My mind began to tick... what did I want to try next?