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"The Psychic Seducer"

By Paul S. Stevens

Chapter #14

I was so glad to finally be away from that hospital that I felt like kissing the ground beneath my feet the way the pope does when he returns to the Vatican.

The first thing I did was jump on top of my own comfortable and familiar bed. I clutched at the soft sheets and blankets that felt like heaven between my fingers. I luxuriated in the sweet surroundings of my room, allowing me to finally relax in the safety of my own home.

The next thing I knew, I was throwing off my clothes so I could jump into the shower. I wanted to wash off the hospital stench that I felt was irradiating from my body. I let the warm water caress my skin for a long time as I watched all my stress and anguish of the last several days just roll off me and slowly slip down the drain. Once I was finally satisfied that I had purged all of the objectionable hospital remnants off of me, I returned to my bed to relax and air dry my naked body in the cool of the late afternoon breeze that was gently drifting in from my open window. Before I knew it, I fell into a blissful sleep as my mind embraced a series of pleasant dreams that didn't involve running away from an army of crazed, scalpel wielding doctors looking to dissect my brain.

It struck me as strange that I should fall asleep though. Logically, I was restricted to the hospital bed for so long that in my mind, I should have been celebrating and doing something a lot more active or physical like getting out and doing something fun or going somewhere with my friends. However, the stress and strain of the hospital environment had totally wiped me out. That, coupled with the fact that all of the I.V. drugs and medications they pumped into my poor little body had not yet run their full course, leaving me somewhat weak and listless.

My quiet and slightly darkened room was so welcoming and calming that I slept long and hard for the whole rest of the day.

I woke the next morning with a full, aching bladder and the hardest case of morning wood I'd ever had in my life. It was then that I remembered lying down to air dry my naked body, not at all intending to fall asleep that way. My mom had apparently come into my room later that evening to check on me and have me come downstairs to join her and my dad for dinner, but I was completely out. She decided to cover me up and leave me undisturbed, allowing me to sleep for as long as I needed too.

The thought of my mom having seen me sprawled out on my bed and naked that way rattled me a little until I remembered it wasn't the first time. I remembered how she and my dad had discovered me naked in the empty corridor of the hospital operating wing as I tried to escape the restraints of the portable bed that I had been shackled too. I remember that she picked up the thin sheet that had fallen to the floor and lovingly covered me with it as my dad turned me loose from my restraints. Rescuing me that way made me bond with my mom and dad in a way that made me realize that I was truly loved. My mom and dad had grown to love me like real parents do, especially now that the number of secrets that stood as barriers between us continued to shrink in number.

My dear brother Xavier had come to my house, bright and early, anxious to visit me now that I was at home. My mom, after having encouraged me to sleep as much as she did, allowed Xavier to visit, knowing it was time for me to start getting up for the day anyway. She knew she had covered me up the night before and figured it was safe enough to send him upstairs to rouse me. He sprang up the stairs and gently knocked on my door.

Thinking it was my mom knocking, I clutched the blanket she had covered me with the night before and pulled it taught under my chin as I called out, "Come in!"

Xavier entered, took one good look at me, and smiled broadly.

"What are you smiling about?" I questioned as I let loose of the blanket I was clutching.

"Looks like you're very happy to see me!" Xavier grinned as he pointed to my very obvious tent protruding high from the middle of my blanket.

"Oh yeah," I said. "About that... it's time to take care of that right now!"

I threw off my blanket and sat there for a moment.

"Wow, you sleep in the nude?" Xavier exclaimed with surprise.

"Ah, yeah," I responded as I got up off the bed and then headed for the bathroom. Xavier followed me to the bathroom without thinking twice about it.

"Cool! Aren't you afraid you're mom or dad will catch you like that?" Xavier whispered as we walked down the hallway together to the bathroom.

Xavier and I entered the bathroom and Xavier closed the door behind him.

"I'm afraid they already have," I revealed. "But the first time wasn't here, it was in the hospital. What about you?"

Since my boner was still hard as a rock, I stared at the toilet bowl in agony until I got soft enough to pee.

"No way," Xavier squealed. "My foster mom and dad have never seen me naked. Maybe it's still too soon with them. I used to walk around naked all the time in front of Doctor Vincas. I thought nothing of it, and I kind of got used to it. I didn't care if the doctor saw me naked or not, but it's different with my foster mom and dad."

"Same with me," I confessed. "With the doctor though, it was more... clinical. At least for me it was. Back then, I didn't know how much the good doctor thrived on looking at us butt naked little boys."

I continued to stare at my boner, trying to will it to go down. The thought of Doctor Vincas perving on Xavier and I, as well as all the other young boys at the facility was enough to turn me off and make me lose my boner. I pointed my shrinking cock down towards the toilet and fired away. A wave of relief washed over me as the aching pressure of my full bladder finally began to subside as I released the pressure.

"Well, I can't blame him," Xavier said. "I love looking at hot young naked boys too, don't you?"

"Sure!" I agreed. "But when an adult does it, it's kind of creepy."

I shook the last few drops of urine from my penis. I flushed the toilet, washed my hands, and headed back to my room. Xavier continued to follow me and he closed my bedroom door behind us. Once the door was closed, we continued our conversation without skipping a beat.

"Speaking of `pretty naked boys', our fantasy group wants to throw you a `getting out of the hospital and get well party'," Xavier informed me.

"Gee whiz, didn't we just have a steaming hot, male nurse fantasy in the hospital waiting room yesterday?" I declared.

"Yeah, but as far as I'm concerned, the guys of our fantasy group shouldn't need an excuse to get together," Xavier explained. "Every one of them are horny all the time and don't need a reason to want to share orgasms with each other, me included."

"True!" I agreed. "Maybe I just don't have all my strength back yet from being in the hospital."

"That's perfectly okay, I can run most of it and you can do as much, or as little as you want," Xavier said. "And by the size of that boner you had just a minute ago, I know you want too every bit as much as the rest of us."

"Yeah, you're right," I said. "Well, seeing that this party is your baby, what's the theme going to be for this little fantasy of yours?"

"Fiesta in Puerto Vallarta," he said. "I came up with the idea when I asked my mom if we can have the party up in my room. My mom not only agreed to have the party their, she volunteered to make homemade Quesadildos and Salsa for the party."

"Quesa-what?" I questioned.

"Quesadillas and Salsa," he said.

"No way! I'm sure I heard you say `Quesa... Dildos!"

"So then... you understand what I mean?" he grinned.

"I guess," I said as I shrugged my shoulders.

"The party will be up in my bedroom at my house with my mom's blessing, my dad will be at work for half a day. The psychic fantasy will take place at a private mythical nude beach in Puerto Vallarta Mexico. It's a paradise filled with pristine blue ocean views, white sands and tropical breezes filled with warm summer sunshine."

"Sounds beautiful," I said. "But not at all sexy."

"Wait, I haven't finished yet," Xavier explained. "It's not just a nude beach; it's a hands-on nude beach. Every member is responsible for bringing the sexy part with them to the party."

"How will they do that?" I questioned.

"Everyone will be asked to bring their favorite secret boy toy with them that they like to play with when they're all alone and super horny. They'll disguise their toy as a `get well' party gift to get them past my mom. Each member will have a chance to play with their toy on themselves, demonstrating to the group why their toy turns them on. Then, with our help, we'll telepathically pass on the sensations they get when they play with themselves. Everyone in the group will get to sense and feel how much fun a sex toy can be."

"Okay," I said. "I get the idea."

"They can bring things like vibrators, dildos, Fleshjacks, nip suckers, cock rings, ball stretchers, penis pumps, that kind of thing. Get the idea?"

"That all sounds great, but I have a question, Xavier," I said. "Our fantasy group is made up of a bunch of guys who are our age. Where are they going to get their hands on stuff like that?"

"You'd be surprised!" Xavier said. "Some of them snatch them from their parents or older brothers or even their sisters, which now that I think about it, is kind of gross. Some of them risk getting caught and buy them online using their parent's PayPal account, hoping they won't get caught. Sometimes they pay an older friend to buy it for them at the drug store or local sex shop. A real horny boy will find a way to get his hands on what he wants, one way or another."

"I guess you're right. How do you know all this stuff anyway?" I asked.

"Since you made me a kind of `Vice President' of our group," Xavier began, "I've been organizing things and learning new things about our group. The guys are starting to trust me more now, sometimes telling me their most intimate horny secrets. I've been asking them serious questions, and they've actually begun to confide in me. Since you went into the hospital, I've learned a lot about our members, things that they've kept to themselves all this time. I've found out things about our guys that you'd never believe, and I think our group is stronger than either of us realized. We have something special with our group. They're an amazing group of guys. These guys are capable of so much more than just getting together once or twice a week to bust a nut together. I think we should explore those possibilities within them and expand everyone's potential. It's not just the guys I've been interested in either. I've also learned a lot about you and me and our powers as well. I think you and me have powers we haven't even considered before. We need to do more experimenting."

"Okay," I said. "Just not today, okay? I'm not up to it yet."

"Okay," Xavier pointed out. "I'm just saying..."

"Thanks for taking care of things while I was unable to," I said. "So, when is this dildo party?"

"On Saturday, at one o'clock, at my house," he said. "Oh yeah, and bring your favorite toy with you to psychically share with the group."

I didn't say anything to Xavier, but I'm pretty sure he knew that I didn't own a sex toy. I didn't know how I was going to get my hands on one by Saturday either. I had no idea what to choose or how I was going to afford to even buy one. I think my only option was to find out if my dad had something I could borrow. I'm not sure my relationship with dad was that open that I could ask for something like that without him flipping out. Maybe I could peek in some of his drawers and see what I could find when nobody was home. I don't like the idea of snooping around my dad's belongings and I'm not even sure I have the courage to outright ask him for it, although that is probably the best way. Besides, I really needed something to take to the party and I didn't know where else to turn.

"Wow!" Xavier yelped. "You've got some huge cojones on you, man, and I should know, I could see them for myself.

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

"Are you actually thinking about asking your dad if you could borrow one of his sex toys for you to play with?" he gasped. "I don't think I could ever get up enough nerve to do that with my dad. You must have nerves of steel. Like Superman!"

I had forgotten that Xavier could hear my thoughts as he stood next to me.

"Will you please stop reading my mind," I huffed. "So, now you know. I don't have a sex toy to bring to the party. Are you happy now?"

"Don't worry," Xavier psychically projected to me in silence. "Neither do I!"

We both laughed at that. Then I got this amazing idea. I didn't know if it would work or not, but perhaps I could psychically get my dad sexually aroused enough before I ask him my question. That way, he might be more receptive and willing to share something with me, assuming of course, that he had something to share in the first place. My powers don't work outright on adults, bet I know that I've been able to make my dad horny on occasions, and I was willing to give it a try.

Xavier continued to read my mind as I formulated a plan to get my dad to help me with my dilemma.

"I got an idea," I said.

"I know," Xavier agreed. "I heard the whole thing. Now get dressed or we'll be late for school."

"Oh my god! School!" I shrieked. "I forgot all about it."

Xavier watched intently as I hurriedly dressed for school. I combed my hair, collected my book bag and then raced downstairs. Mom, noticing my book bag in hand, made her suddenly realize it was a school day and offered to give Xavier and me a ride so we wouldn't be late. Bringing up school so early in the morning was a rude reminder to come back to reality, but I was ready for things to return to normal. I didn't even consider trying to get out of going to school for even one more day, which I could've gotten away with if I had wanted too.

The misinformation that I had survived cancer spread throughout the school and I was bombarded with stares, questions and well wishers. Even the teachers treated me with kid gloves making it a strange day all around. It would have been much too difficult to put everyone straight, so I just let everyone think what they did and let it go at that.

As Xavier and I walked home, I got nervous just thinking about how my plan was going to work out with dad. It was a good plan, but it was also a calculated risk.

When I got home, Xavier continued on to his house and I shot directly up to my room. I stripped down to just a single pair of tight shorts and looked at a hidden porn video I had saved on my computer. Then I proceeded to make myself as horny as I could, intently watching the video and gently rubbing my cock through my shorts. I kept this up until I heard my dad come home from work. By then, I was highly aroused and ready for operation `sex toy'.

My dad came upstairs, and as he passed my room, I got his attention.

"Hey dad," I called out. "Could I talk to you for a sec?"

"Yeah, Simon," he answered. "What is it sport? Are you feeling all right?"

"Oh, yeah. I'm fine." I said, and then hesitated for a second before I began.

He had stopped at my doorway to give me his full attention and I projected my hot horny thoughts at him with as much strength as I dared. As he leaned against the door jam, I noticed my efforts begin to take effect almost immediately. My psychic influence, coupled with my nearly naked body and my obvious boner that noticeably tented up from my shorts, got his horny imagination rocking. I spread my legs as far apart as possible and rested my hands over my crotch just for the added effect. As quick as a wink, he was as ready as he was going to get. Then I noticed his boner protruding from inside his slacks and he got a pleasant, far away look in his eyes. It was then that I knew I had him right were I wanted him.

"Dad," I began. "I wonder if you could help me. I have a question."

"Sure," he said. "What is it?"

"Well..." I hesitated again. "Never mind."

"What do you mean, never mind?" he asked.

"Well, it's kinda awkward," I stated.

"Don't worry Simon," he said. "You can ask me anything. Oh wait! Is it about sex? I love sex. I love to do it. I love to watch it. I love to talk about it."

"I told you it was awkward," I said.

That's when he moved away from the doorway, closed my bedroom door and sat down on my bed and I could plainly see his woody sticking straight up inside his pants. I swiveled in my computer chair to face him as I continued to slowly rub my cock through my shorts while I administered my psychic stimulation. He tried to keep from staring at my crotch, but his horniness got the better of him. I could easily read his thoughts as he tried to determine how big my boner was as I sensuously rubbed it shamelessly.

"How fantastic!" he excitedly said. "I've always dreamt about the day that my son and I could sit down together and have... `the talk'!"

"Ah, no dad," I said, trying to let him down easy. "That's not it. Doctor Vincas beat you to it years ago."

"Oh, than what is it that's so awkward then?" he asked. "You know you can always ask me anything."

"Well... it is about sex. Can you tell me about... `sex toys'?" I asked, finally coming straight out with it.

"Oookaaay!" he skeptically said. "What did you want to know about them?"

"Do you have any," I boldly questioned with great enthusiasm.

"Ah, yeah... I've got a couple stashed away for a rainy day," he somewhat admitted.

"Could... could I... could I try one?" I asked, turning away as if I was embarrassed for asking.

"Oh sure," he said with delight as he got up, readjusted his trouser snake and headed for the door. "Follow me."

I followed him into my parent's master bedroom and sat on their bed while my dad opened the closet door. He reached up to the top shelf and pulled down a box labeled `bowling shoes' and set it on the dresser. He then opened it up and started to lay his treasures out onto the bed next to me. He proudly displayed them all for me as my mouth fell open. He told me their correct and clinical names for each one as my eyes bugged out. When he was done, there was a collection of items so diverse that my imagination went crazy. I tried to guess the purpose and function of even the simplest looking items as I wondered what kind of glorious sensations they would offer.

"See anything you like?" he asked as he smiled broadly, sensuously waving the biggest, floppiest dildo he had in the box.

"I don't know," I fearfully groaned. "What are these things? How do they work? Which one is the best one?"

Then I had a frightening thought. In my dad's aroused state, I thought he might throw off his pants and demonstrate them for me right then and there, or even worse, have me try them out right in front of him! My heart began to race and I started sweating across my forehead.

"I mean," as I rephrased the questions. "Can you explain some of these briefly?"

"Sure! What are you going to use them for?" he queried.

I started to panic. Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined that he'd ask me that question. I couldn't outright tell him that I needed it to psychically demonstrate the sensations they create to my fantasy boy club members at our next meeting.

"Ahhh..." I froze. "There's the awkward question I was afraid if."

"This is so fantastic. My son is becoming a man," he boasted, getting very excited. "That's okay Simon. You don't have to answer. What you want to do with them is your business."

He put down the big floppy dildo he was holding onto and picked up a rather feminine looking pink contraption that looked like a smaller dildo adorned with a pair of rubber ears.

"I only asked because, if it's for your girlfriend, I recommend this one called the `Jack Rabbit'," he continued. "I use this one on your mom. It drives her utterly insane. You see, first, it has multi-speed vibrating action. The soft jelly shaft undulates to her body's rhythm. It even has reverse rotation capability too. The vibrating rabbit ears are perfectly placed for that hot clitoral action that drives women crazy, you know what I mean? The rotating pleasure beads on its shaft, finishes off its unique versatility making it the sex toy of choice for the ladies!"

The thought of dad using this thing on mom was strangely titillating, yet really creeped me out at the same time.

"If you want something for yourself, you could try one of these," he said, pointing to his collection of male masturbators and stimulators. "This one is called the Fleshjack. It's become pretty popular lately. When your mom and I get in the mood to pull out our toy box, she likes to use this one on me. It's the `All American Fleshjack'. There are several different models to this bad boy, but I like this one because it's the original and offers a wider canal which makes it a perfect fit for guys who tend to fill the chamber with their larger and wider manhood, if you know what I'm saying. Let me tell you, when she gets a hold of this thing, she pounds me straight into the stratosphere and out into orbit."

Again, dad had given me way more information than I needed, and I was picturing mom maniacally making dad squirt loads of his steamy hot cum at will. I had made my decision and stopped dad from relaying anymore creepy details of my parent's sex life before I got psychologically scared for life.

"I think I've made my choice," I declared. "Can I try the `All American Fleshjack'?"

He paused for a moment, and for a second, I thought he was going to refuse me my choice.

 

"I'll tell you what, Simon," he said. "I've never cum inside of it, and I've always kept it clean. Like a real sex toy connoisseur, you've chosen the most expensive item out of all these choices. But that's okay. If it doesn't creep you out that it's not brand new, then I'll give it to you. I've wanted to buy one of the newer, more erotic models anyway. Even though I love this model, it will give me a reason to go ahead and try something new. If I give this to you, we'll both benefit. So, do you want it?"

"Oh hell yes... I mean, thanks dad," I said as I held my new acquisition in my hands and looked it over with wicked curiosity.

"You probably want to try it out right away, don't you?" he grinned.

"Dad!" I complained. "Awkward!"

"Oh yeah, you're going to need some lube to go with that," he pointed out. He dug around in his toy box and pulled out a fairly small bottle of lube from the bottom of the box and handed it to me. "Here's some good quality water based lube you can have. It's a brand new bottle that your mother picked up recently at the drug store. It's a plain, water based type. I'd give you one of my fancy designer bottles, but they're almost empty. With this, you should be able to get a decent number of orgasms out of it."

He grinned at me again and then got very serious for a moment.

"Even though it's considered a sex toy, it is a serious piece of erotic equipment," he instructed. "It comes completely apart so you can keep it clean. Wash it before and after each use. Just before you use it, run the sleeve under some hot water and it will come to life. It gets soft and warm and will feel just like the real thing. Any questions?"

"No!" I flatly answered.

"Okay then. Go try it out!"

"Thanks dad!" I said as I left the room, trying not to appear too eager.

There was no hiding the fact that I really wanted to take my new Fleshjack and bottle of lube straight to my room and take it on a rocking hard test drive. Dad knew without a doubt what I was about to do, and with all his sex toys laid out on his bed to tempt him, I pretty much knew what he was about to do as well, and knowing that made us both even hornier. As I returned to my room with my prize, dad and I both had a nice hard boner to contend with. We closed our individual doors and took advantage of a little private alone time.

Before I took even two steps into my room, I dropped my shorts to the floor and unleashed my boner in anticipation for what was to cum. I was about to jump on my bed and put my toy through its paces, when I stopped myself and remembered what dad said about washing my new Fleshjack before and after each use. I did an `about face' and with my Fleshjack in one hand and the bottle of lube in the other, I headed down the hall to the bathroom to wash my new toy and run some hot water through the sleeve as he recommended.

I didn't bother putting my shorts back on. I knew mom was busy downstairs preparing dinner and I assumed that dad was going to be occupied in his bedroom for a while. I stepped into the bathroom and took apart my new possession and washed it thoroughly, inside and out. Then I ran some hot water through the sleeve for a few seconds and then curiously stuck my finger inside. A chill ran down my spine as the lifelike feel of its heavenly sensations caused my cock to twitch. I shook off the excess water and reassembled the device before heading back to my room.

As I passed my parent's room, I heard some muffled thumping. I paused and stepped closer. Then I heard my dad fervently moaning in ecstasy through the closed door. My cock twitched again as he totally ensnared my attention, making my boner harden and pulsate with uncontrollable expectation. His personal adulations got me so horny that I threw caution to the wind and silently knelt outside his doorway to intently listen to him making love to himself.

With the sound of my dad working his way up to an explosive climax, it had me so enraptured that I didn't care if I got caught listening in on him or not. I squirted a bit of the lube I was still holding onto and lubed up the opening of my Fleshjack. Then, without thinking, I plunged my cock all the way down to the base of my nuts, utterly taking my breath away as I almost lost control, completely unaware of the awesome potential of this powerful device.

The feeling was so intense, I almost gave myself away. I didn't dare move for a couple of seconds for fear of breaking the Fleshjack record for cumming in one stroke. I'm glad that Xavier had this sex toy idea or I might have never discovered the amazing benefits that these ingenious devices have to offer.

After I calmed down for a minute, I continued to manipulate my toy, ever so slowly. Even at that slower speed, the smallest movements created a huge surge of sensations throughout my entire body.

Dad's breathing started to quicken and I could tell he was getting close to shooting his load. My imagination began to kick into high gear as I too felt the rumblings of a far off orgasm becoming imminent. I closed my eyes and imagined I was lying next to dad on his bed and we were having a race to see who could shoot their load first. Then I wondered which one of us would shoot the farthest and how much more cum my dad's full grown testicles could produce compared to my still growing and maturing adolescent balls. I was getting so turned on that I forgot where I was and what I was doing, pretending I was doing the unthinkable.

Then, as dad moved into the final stages of his orgasm, a sense of erotic euphoria took over my senses. I began to feel him begin to climax from the other side of the door, and suddenly, I locked on to him psychically, feeling what he was feeling and thinking what he was thinking. It took me by surprise as the two of us got psychically locked together in sync.

All of a sudden, I became acutely aware of everything dad was experiencing. I began to feel his cock as if it were attached to my body. I could tell how long it was, how much girth and substance it had. I could sense how much pressure he was applying to himself as his hand stroked his cock, squeezing the head and shaft as he pounded himself like a piston. I didn't realize that I started to stroke myself faster and faster as I gripped my Fleshjack with equal strength and passion, pushing myself over the edge.

Then, dad did something that took me by surprise. He stopped short of cumming and began to edge himself. It never occurred to me to do that to myself, but it was an interesting and electrifying sensation. Even though I was furiously pounding myself with my new Fleshjack, my orgasm got caught in suspended animation as dad played a game of `how close can I come without crossing the line' with his orgasm. He would bring it to the brink of explosion, only to pull it back again. He did this several times as I got caught in his wake, being denied the release of an earth shattering climax that made me crave and desire a release more intensely each time he repeated the escalating maneuver.

Somehow, sharing an orgasm with a full grown man like my dad was remarkably more sexually intense than the familiar orgasms of my teenage fantasy group friends. It elicited a more mature and potent fertility and masculinity that so far, my fantasy boys couldn't deliver. It made me realize that, contrary to what I believed to be true up to now, I didn't have to look forward to a future of impotency, erectile dysfunction and prostatism. Instead, my sexuality can actually mature and grow into a stronger, deeper and much more fulfilling experience as I become a man.

As my dad's orgasm began to surge once again, I prepared myself for another round of edging, when he unexpectedly allowed his climax to subtlety, and expertly slip past the point of no return. The flow of cum juices started to overflow as my balls pulled up tightly against my body. The pressure continued to build until we both unleashed the flood gates. I couldn't hold back another second as we escalated into a massive cum drenching that built up to an immense explosion. I pulled my Fleshjack off as my eyes got locked onto my squirting cock. I was spewing a huge downpour of totally hands-free cum cream that splattered across the entire hardwood floor, spreading all across the threshold of my parent's bedroom.

I froze for a second, enjoying the overwhelming elation of experiencing my first shared adult orgasm, thanks to my dad's amazing sexual prowess, not to mention my new Fleshjack. Then, I panicked. I couldn't let my dad know I had been parked outside his door, reading his thoughts and intimate feelings as we both blew our loads together as one. I didn't know what to do. First, I didn't want to be found lurking outside the door, looking like I had been spying on him. I had no clue how much time I had before he would be coming out of his room. Second, I couldn't leave all my wet, sticky cum pools across the doorway for him to possibly step in.

As I was kneeling and naked at dad's door, frozen with uncertainty, the only thing I could think of to do was to race back into the bathroom and grab a towel to wipe up my mess. With the Fleshjack and lube still in my hands, I grabbed the first towel I saw and raced back. Halfway through mopping up my incriminating evidence, I heard the bed creak and knew my dad was on the move. I gave the floor a couple more wipes and then, as quietly as I could, raced to my room and silently closed the door. It was only a second later when I heard the tell-tale sounds of his door opening and closing. Then, a second later, the bathroom door closed and the water began running. I knew he was probably washing whatever toy he decided to use that he had laid out on his bed. I waited until I heard my dad go downstairs before I slipped my shorts back on and followed my dad's example, washing my new toy and keeping it clean for the next time.

A few minutes later, dinner was ready and I joined mom and dad downstairs.

"You two were upstairs for a long time," my mom said as she put dinner on the table in front of us. "What were you two doing?"

"Oh, just taking care of business," my dad answered for the both of us as he shot me a quick wink.

I had discovered a side of my dad that most boys never get to see and I had the advantage of my unplanned involvement in it occurring completely anonymously. Other than giving me his Fleshjack, he was unaware of the rest of it. Now that I was given a look into the world of mature man sex, I wanted more. A lot more! Unfortunately, the set of random events that took place that led up to me sharing my first psychic encounter with my dad would probably never happen again.

Nevertheless, I did have my upcoming `get well party', "Fiesta in Puerto Vallarta" to look forward to, even though I knew it wouldn't come close to the experience I just had with my dad. The good news was, I now owned my own sex toy that I could share with the guys at our `bring your own toy' fantasy gathering. The diverse possibilities that could take place with the different kinds of toys that the guys were likely to bring with them at the party was going to make this meeting a very unusual and unique get-together. The more I thought about it, the more excited I became. I sprang another boner at the thought of doing a whole lot of practicing with my new Fleshjack before the party on Saturday so I can become proficient with it when it comes to be my turn to share.

End of Chapter #14

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