Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction which may contain descriptions of sexual interaction between adults and minors. All characters and scenarios only exist in the author's imagination. If this type of story is not allowed by law or other reason, please stop reading.

 

 

Our little Italian American friend Nino got his cherry picked last night. And he loved every minute of it. Submerged in a pool of hormones and emotions 13 year old Nino was initiated by motel guest Mike.

 

Discoveries on Saturday Part 1

 

The alarm woke me up at 05.30AM the next morning. I had a throbbing hard-on. Sleeping naked as usual, the cyclops beneath the sheets was once again able to wonder around freely this morning. Half-awake I pressed the snooze button.

Hovering in my sleepy twilight zone, reminiscing on the wild sex I had with Mike last night. Memories of his lithe body, the taste and texture of his cock and feeling his finger up my ass got me excited all over again.

I started tossing and turning grabbing my dick with my right hand while fondling my nuggets with my left. I longed for the next cock.

The alarm clock woke me up a second time, now from my erotic reminiscences, and I had to get out of bed. Time to take over from dad at the front desk, so he could get a couple of hours of decent sleep in his own bed.

 

I got up and started my daily routine of morning stretch exercises and gymnastic positions in front of the cheval glass. I turned my back to it, looked over my shoulder and admired my bum. No wonder everybody was looking at it. It was a real piece of art!

For stretching my hamstrings I widened my stand a bit and bend so far as to touch the floor flat handed. With my head upside down I had a nice view of the little pink puckered crater in the valley of my two `almost ripe mangoes' as Mike had put it. My pene which, was flaccid by now, was pointing downwards together with my nuggets that I could easily tell apart in their silky hairless pouch.

 

Next I did my splits and straddles, I planked and did my 50 sit-ups ending in the candlestick and the broken candlestick where I was able to kiss my own dickhead if I wanted, while counting to 30.

There was no time to fool around though.

 

I got a fresh t-shirt and a pair of shorts from the wardrobe and dressed myself. My flip flops were still sticky from the cum that had ran down my legs last night.

Knowing I would see Rosario later on, I combed my hair and brushed my teeth. To cover the scent of sleep and cum, I sprayed lots of deodorant.

I took the fellatio book and covered it with a comic.

 

I found my father half-awake watching the TV-screen at the frontdesk. Routinely I went directly to the backoffice to make fresh coffee. There at the table was my homework neatly stacked.

 

" I thought we agreed you'd clean up your homework when you're done, Nino? " dad said.

 

" Yes dad, we did, I'm sorry. I was tired and forgot about it. " I said but dad raised his hand and shushed me gently.

 

" Before you go on, come here and have a seat, pulcino. We need to talk. Hear me out, and don't interrupt me. " he told me in a parental quiet voice.

 

" It's just homework dad, I'm sorry, ok? Won't happen again. Like I sa..." I started, but he looked stern at me so I stopped talking. I walked over and took a seat. "What...? "

 

" Nino, we need to have a serious talk, you and I. " and he paused for a moment. " I was wondering what took you so long last night so around 22.30PM I went looking for you. "

 

" Oh my God, this is not going well. " I thought.

 

" When I reached the top of the stairs I just saw you leaving Fourteen. You were walking on air, your body was wet and shimmering in the neon light. And seeing the big smile on your face, I just knew you must have had sex with that guy Mike. "

There he paused again for a moment.

"Seeing how happy you were, I didn't want to confront you there and then, so I waited a while before I went in and talked to this Mike-guy. He confirmed you two had sex. Even though I had seen you walking off happy I told him I didn't want him around in the morning. He told me he was exhausted, but I told him to leave as soon as possible. He got the message `why' I guess. "

 

I wanted to run away but was totally frozen in my seat and held my breath, my head flushed.

 

" I'm not gonna make a big thing about it this time, ok? Listen, if you prefer boys over girls, I'm totally fine with that. I will NEVER judge you on that. All I want for you is to be safe and happy, ok? "

 

Slowly I exhaled sounding like a deflating tire.

 

" But what I don't want, is for you to have regrets of feel ashamed about it, ok? Please be honest to me and ESPECIALLY to yourself when I ask you: Did you go voluntarily? For all I know he lured you in there and made you do things you didn't want, having regrets and pain afterwards."

 

Captured in my father's eyes, I was semi hypnotized when I started answering his question timid.

 

" Ehh, well dad, I guess I went voluntary. He didn't force me or anything. And I kinda liked it... Or maybe even a lot. Yeah, I loved it, you know? We kissed and I loved that. And I loved the touch of his hands all over my body. And I really loved to hold his..," I continued, widening my dark eyes, raising my eyebrows in my enthusiasm and speaking increasingly rapid.

I was getting more and more excited as I wanted to tell him all about last night. I really had a feeling I could share this with him.

 

But dad raised his hand and continued in the same soothing tone of voice.

 

" I appreciate your honesty, really, but you don't have to share all the details with me, pulcino. I'm glad to hear he didn't force you, or anything. He seemed like a nice guy and seeing how happy you get talking about it, I guess you're gonna be just fine. Just know that he's gone by now.

Your mother and I prepared ourself for this moment. Your interest in boys and your feminine side have always been predominate and it was just a matter of time you went and acted on it. Trust me, parents see these things and your mom and I are totally okay with it. All we want for you is to be happy, ok? We don't want you to be a prisoner of your true self, you hear?

But what I DO want, is for you to be more careful. Like I said, you went along and acted on it last night. God knows what could have happen. Next time, before you're gonna have sex, please try to ask yourself: `Do I REALLY want this, is it safe?' Will you promise me that? "

 

Waking up this morning I had only one thing on my mind: Sex! Of course I REALLY wanted sex!

But with a obedient look in my eyes I nodded.

 

" 'Kay dad, I promise. I'll try. "

 

" That's all I can ask from you, ok? And I don't wanna judge you in your choice for partner bud I'd rather have it you find yourself a nice boy your own age. "

 

I was completely dumbstruck. Dad smiled.

 

" Now come over here and give your father a big hug. Yesterday you left me as a boy, today I welcome you as a man. "

 

I got up and walked over to my dad falling into his strong arms. His fatherly smell and warmth had never felt so good to me.

 

" Know that we'll always love you, pulcino. Know, you can always come to me or your mother if you have questions or need help. We might not have all the answers but we will always be there for you. And if you don't want to talk to us, I'm sure Rosie would be glad to help you out," he said grinning and winked.

 

" Wouldn't she like that! Thanks dad, I love you too. " Was all I could say.

 

Dad took a deep breath.

 

" Nino, son... " he said, " You smell like a whorehouse on a Sunday morning. I can't have you walking around like that. You take a quick shower and we'll have a cup of coffee after."

 

He smiled and I could see in his eyes he was genuinely proud and happy.

He turned me around and tapped me on my perky ass.

 

" Now go! " He said.

 

" Daaad? Now how would you do know the smell of a whorehouse on a Sunday morning?" I asked cheeky.

 

" Go! " he added with a smile.

 

I looked over my shoulder and smiled back. I ran back to my own en suite bathroom, stripped off, and took a quick shower. The sensation of the warm water washing away the innocence of my childhood was liberating. I even remembered to wash and clean my sticky flip flops.

When I got back in the lobby dad was just about to pour my coffee. On the table in the backoffice the fellatio book was on top of the comic now.

 

" So he even gave you homework, I see? " Dad asked me with a big smile. " I'm sure you don't mind doing this kind of homework... "

 

I blushed.

" Yeah, well, I was curious you know. And he had this book in his suitcase. He sorto' offered it to me as I left last night... " I replied, my head turning red like a tomato.

 

" Pulcino, don't worry about it. I'm glad you immerse yourself in it and read a book about it instead of getting your information from the internet. It was nice of him to give you the book, but be careful of strangers bearing gifts. Remember that! " Warning me with his index finger.

 

" Well now, I'm almost off to bed, Rosario will be her around 09.00AM. Make sure you're ready when she arrives. I already cleaned Fourteen last night, but you might wanna check it anyway. It was late, you know? The guests in room three left in a hurry in the middle of the night. It might be messy in there again like last time. Just so you know. I made them pay double for the last time they made such a mess in there. "

 

All he was telling me kind of went by me. I was still baffled by the way he handled The Talk.

 

" Right. There's a list of things I need you to do today. I left it next to the coffee machine. First you have to call Ms. Dubcek and tell her you won't attending any ballet lessons this week." He continued.

 

I tried to interrupt, but dad stopped me by raising his hand.

 

"NO, I will NOT. You can call her yourself. You're a man now. A man with responsibilities. Act on it. Your gymnastics practice is at 11.00AM and after that the hairdressers at 13.30PM. I can't have you going to your mother looking like this. "

" Also you have to go to the bus station and get a bus ticket for your bus trip tomorrow. And don't forget to call your mother to let her know what time you'll arrive. "

" And finally you have to buy yourself a new pair of swimming briefs or trunks. Whatever you like. The speedo you wore the other day wasn't able to cover everything anymore, I noticed. I know you like to show off but I can't have you parading `round like that. You keep your candy to yourself, you hear? " And he had a big smile as he said that.

 

" I left you money next to the list. Make sure you're ready when Rosario gets here."

 

Dad got up and kissed me on the top of my wet hair and left.

 

I remained alone, standing in the lobby and turned off the TV. I was still completely dumbstruck by what happened and had a lot to process.

So..., so, both my parents KNEW!? And my dad acted like it was the most normal thing in the world! Which was a good thing, I guess. At least I could be frank with him and didn't have to hide anything from him.

Except `my candy', as he called it.

 

And then there was mom. How was I gonna bring it to her? She already had strong suspicions, dad said. Do I call her now or shall I pick a moment in the coming week when I'm down in the Keys with her anyway?

 

I took the cellphone next to the register and was ready to call her as I realized it was probably too early in the day to call her.

I noticed there was a new message from her though and it read: `Of course I was right. Just bring it to him gently, he's such a sweet boy'.

 

I wondered what she was talking about.

 

I opened the message my dad had sent to her before and it read:

`Our boy got a visit last night from that sex-therapist Mike we talked to. He looked exhausted and happy! And so did our pulcino. You were right all along 😊'.

I'd just finished reading the text as a new message form my mother arrived. It read: 'Mike just texted me what a great performer Nino is. #ProudMom'.

 

WHAT!?! It was a set-up, and Mike was in on it!?

My happiness disappeared. I felt completely betrayed, patronized, belittled and angry too.

Tears welled up in my eyes.

 

But..., but last night felt truly sincere.

It felt wonderful.

And I loved it.

And it got me out.

 

I never realized the closet you had to get out off as a gay-boy could have a two-way-door.

I always thought it could only be opened by me, from the inside, to let myself out.

But my closet was opened by my parents, from the outside, to let me come out guided by them.

That was actually pretty cool, thinking about it.

 

This wasn't so bad after all, I thought, and the frustrations ebbed away. I'd heard stories of guys being in their closets for years. At least towards my parents I was out!

 

I wiped away the tears and took a deep breath. I was a man now, so my father told me!

 

I decided to keep this text-info to myself and marked the messages as `unread'.

No need to bring this up. They cooked up this plan and it worked out fine, as far as I was concerned. Having Mike as my first sex partner wasn't such a bad thing. Whatever therapist he was.

Bringing this all up again to my parents would only give awkwardness. I decided to call mom later that day, after I completed my other chores and bought the bus ticket. Going to the Key's and spend the week at moms during spring break, I bet there would be a moment to talk to her.

Even though I knew she already knew.

 

I looked at the board and noticed the key-card from room fourteen was back in its slot.

So Mike had really left. Of course he was gone. He'd done what he'd came here to do.

Too bad, though. I really loved having sex with him.

At least I got the fellatio-instruction manual. I wouldn't be surprised if he had my dad pay for it!

 

And then there was Danny. Oh my god, there was Danny.

He turned me on like an energizing bunny lately. How was I gonna bring it to him? How could I still act normal with him around?

Maybe Rosario would know how to handle this. She wouldn't mind sticking her nose in my affaires, the little nosy Parker she is...

 

 

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