Nothing much, but watch TV

"Nah." Shaking his head. "Let's watch some TV princess." Rolling my eyes, I walk around and plop my ass onto the cushions. I settle in and lean into Pops, placing my head onto his shoulder. He pats my head and puts a hand on my thigh. I flinch, thinking back on what happened earlier.

Noticing this, Pops asks, "What's wrong Tristan?" Using my full name, he asks in worry, probably thinking that he may have done something bad to me. "Nothing, just, um, your hands feel kind of cold." I giggle a bit, hoping that he doesn't push. Frowning, he turns back to the TV.

I may have enjoyed the foursome with those two guys and Thomas, but I am starting to feel a bit used. That mischievous side of Mr. Gardener tends to annoy me. So, I'm questioning the circumstances of him seducing me earlier.

As we sit there quietly, I start to doze off. Closing my eyes, drifting off. I feel someone rubbing my thigh, but my eyes stay close as I fall asleep. Though I soon jolt up, feeling a finger slide over my bulge. Now fully back awake, I turn and see... Pops napping again. "Huh, what was that?" I question wondering if it was just my imagination.

I wonder if I should tell Pops what happened to me, but at the same time I wanted to keep it hidden. Well the fact that I had sex with Thomas and two strangers. I would like to admit that I realize that I am gay, but not how I came to that conclusion.