Blake puts the bag I gave him and one of the bottles of beer on the table. He shuts the door into the hall, probably to keep our voices from drifting upstairs to Lexi’s room. He sits sideways on Cal’s lap, an arm looped around the bigger man’s neck. Cal takes the beer from him and hands him a small package, which our boy opens eagerly.
His eyes grow wide. “Anal plugs?”
“It’s a training set,” Cal says. “You start small and work up to the largest size you’re comfortable with. You said you were open to using them.”
“They’re sparkly purple,” Blake says, pulling one out of the box.
“I thought you’d appreciate that, princess.”
Blake grins and hugs Cal. “I do. Thank you, Sir.”
“You’ll need to warm up before you use one,” Cal instructs. “And use plenty of lube. And don’t try to wear it for too long. A few minutes a day is fine to start with. You can work up to wearing it for longer.” He puts his hand on Blake’s thigh. “If you enjoy wearing one, I’ll want you to wear one for longer.”
“Yes, Sir. But…” Blake looks at Cal, eyes sparkling with mischief. “How am I supposed to warm myself up to using an anal plug if I’m not allowed to touch myself.”
“He’s got a point,” I say, taking another swig of beer.
“You have my permission to finger yourself for this purpose only,” Cal says. “But no touching your cock or balls and no making yourself come.”
Blake pouts. “So I get to turn myself on and then get blue balls?”
Cal thinks about that for a moment. “Yes.”
Blake juts his lower lip out even farther. “You’re mean.”
Cal taps him on the nose. “I know. Now, go upstairs and put them in your room where Lexi can’t find them.”
Blake puts the plug back in the box and scurries out of the room.
“I think he liked that present,” Cal says.
“I think so too.”
I sit beside him, and we drink our beer as we wait for Blake to return. He doesn’t take long, although his face is slightly flushed when he joins us.
He picks up his beer and has a drink. “Film or Monopoly?”
“Film,” Cal says decisively. He glances at me, and I nod. I’m more than happy to watch a film.
Blake grabs the remote and holds it out to us. I let Cal take it, smiling at Blake deferring to us. He sits on the floor between us and loops an arm around our calves.
“You know you don’t have to sit on the floor, baby boy,” I say. “We can make room.”
He tips his head back, so it’s resting on the sofa, and he’s staring up at us. “I know, Daddy, but I like it here.”
“What do we want to watch?” Cal asks. “Romance?”
“There aren’t enough gay romance movies,” I bemoan.
“I enjoy watching people fall in love,” Blake says. “I agree there needs to be much better representation, though.”
I stroke his shoulder. “You said your first kiss was with a girl?”
“Yeah.”
“Are you bisexual?”
Blake drinks some beer. “I’m pansexual. I don’t care about gender or identity. If I see someone I find attractive, I fall for them.”
