by Kelex
“Have at it,” Anson replied.
Jereme eyed the man. “You’re going to spoil me, Daddy.”
Anson’s smile widened. “Oh… I think you might deserve to be spoiled.”
Jereme rose and rounded the table before seating himself in Anson’s lap. He could almost immediately feel his daddy’s body respond to him. “Why waste one minute? We’re here… alone… in this amazing room. I want you, Daddy.”
“And I want you. More than you can know.” Anson captured Jereme’s wrist before he moved it down to his daddy’s cock. “But you’ve had a rough week and deserve to rest and recoup. I didn’t come here simply because I wanted to fuck you.”
“Oh?” Jereme asked, yanking back his hand.
“I mean, I do want to fuck you. But that wasn’t the whole point of this trip. I came because I was worried and I wanted to see you. Make sure you were okay. So let me take care of you.”
Anson caressed Jereme’s cheek with his palm. Jereme turned his face and pressed a kiss into the middle of it before snuggling against his daddy. He rested his head on Anson’s shoulder and inhaled the tantalizing scent of the man. Warm arms surrounded him and made him feel even safer. Protected.
“I know I’ve said this already… but thank you for this. For coming. For worrying about me.”
“You’re welcome,” Anson answered before pressing a kiss to his forehead. “How about we curl up on the couch and watch a movie… I think we might be more comfortable there.”
“Sure,” Jereme said before yawning.
Anson chuckled. “If you can make it through one.”
“Let’s make it something I’ve seen and something you haven’t, eh?”
Anson led him to the couch and sat down. Jereme slid beside him and snuggled close. His daddy handed him the remote. “You decide.”
Jereme flipped on the television and after a bit of searching, they found an old favorite of his that Anson had never seen. He started it and laid his head on his daddy’s lap. Anson curled his fingers through Jereme’s hair and massaged his scalp. It didn’t take long before Jereme felt himself drifting.
And drifting…
* * * *
Anson laughed at one of the movie’s many sight gags. “This was a good choice, baby.”
Jereme didn’t answer. Anson tilted his head and saw his boy’s eyes were closed. A smile played over his lips and he ran his fingers through Jereme’s still slightly damp hair. After turning off the television, he carefully disentangled himself from under Jereme’s arms and head before he rose. He lifted his stepson into his arms and carried him across the room and into the bedroom portion of the suite. Once he tucked Jereme into bed, Anson cleared the room service dishes and set them outside in the hallway… and then climbed into bed himself.
As soon as he was beside Jereme, his stepson turned and cuddled into his arms.
He stared up at the ceiling, still in shock that this kid had lived in a car for a week without reaching out for help. Anson wanted to be the one Jereme came to when he was in need. He wanted to take care of his boy.
Anson brushed his hand over Jereme’s back and up into his dark brown locks. He smelled of the hotel’s soap and shampoo—it wasn’t Jereme’s normal scent—and he found he didn’t like it as much. The aroma was too strong and masked the part that was Jereme himself.
Masked or not, he had his boy in his arms. Safe.
He smiled to himself and finally allowed himself to close his eyes, sure it wouldn’t all be gone when he opened them again.
Chapter Seven
After a quick breakfast, Anson drove Jereme to the local outdoor mall. They entered the first store and immediately, Jereme felt as if he wanted to turn around and run out. His stepfather began to search through the racks while Jereme could only watch. Finally, Anson lifted his stare and eyed Jereme.
“Aren’t you going to look for something?”
“Maybe this is a bad idea,” Jereme murmured.
Anson turned to fully face Jereme. “Why?”
“You shouldn’t have to do this.”
Anson frowned.
Jereme looked at a shirt nearby and grabbed the tag. His eyed widened. “I normally buy my clothes from Wally World or Target. Maybe we should go there.” He could buy a whole closet full for the price of a couple of shirts here.
Anson cocked his head to the side. “Just pick out some damned clothes, Jereme.”
Jereme let out an exasperated sigh before roaming around investigating. Finally, he found the sales racks in the back and starting picking through those. Anson sidled up behind him. He turned and showed off the two shirts he’d found. “They’re on sale… and reduced even more, so they’re not too pricey.”
“I know you’re not like her.”
Jereme lifted his stare to Anson.
“You didn’t ask for any of this, and I can clearly see you’re uncomfortable with me buying things for you.” He moved closer. “Your stuff was destroyed, and you need these things. It’s not whim. You’re not buying something just to buy it.”
Jereme didn’t know how to respond. “Yeah, but if I just arbitrarily spend money, I might turn into her.”
“Impossible,” Anson replied. “You don’t have to go digging through the sale items for your clothes. I want you to pick out items you like. Things you want. Let me do this for you.”
Eventually, Anson convinced him into a couple of pairs of pants, shirts, a sweater, a jacket, and a new pair of shoes at a neighboring store. After those purchases were complete, they walked outside and put their bags in the back of Anson’s SUV. It was a warm day. While it was always fairly mild in their area, a seventy-five-degree day on December 12th wasn’t the norm, either. They were roaming around in short sleeves—all while Christmas carols played over the outdoor PA system.
“I don’t need anything else,” Jereme decreed. “But it’s nice out. Feel like walking around a bit? Maybe do some window shopping?”
“Sure,” Anson replied.
Walking side by side, they quietly made their way down the row of shops. Anson eyed a watch in one window, and Jereme scoped out a bookstore. It was nice, just hanging out. Talking. Just being together. Jereme hadn’t really spent much time with his stepfather in the year or so he’d known the man, but the more time he did, the more he liked Anson.
Talking was easy.
Comfortable.
Being together felt relaxed. He didn’t have to work to impress or pretend to be anyone else other than himself. No one had ever made him feel so content to be around.
Tension returned, though.
When they approached a high-end lingerie store—they both paused. Jereme spied the mannequin in the window, decked out in an outfit very similar to the one he’d worn for Anson the week before.
“Let’s go in,” Anson murmured.
Fear slammed into Jereme. Walking inside that store was tantamount to outing himself in public. “Together? No.”
Anson spun to face him. “Don’t you want more? I’d love to see you in something new tonight.”
Jereme lifted his wide-eyed gaze to Anson. “I do want to go in… but what about… online shopping?”
“You don’t like the idea of trying something on for me?”
Of course Jereme wanted to go inside. He’d grown excited simply from looking at the samples in the window. It wasn’t the first time he’d noticed this store, but he’d given it a wide berth. He wanted to try things on and splurge on it all. But he was afraid… of the stares and the possible shame the women inside might provide.
Anson moved closer. He looked up into his stepfather’s concerned face. “You’re afraid,” He shook his head. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t even thinking. You don’t have to go in… We can browse online back at the hotel, if you want.”
Jereme let out a shuddering breath, knowing this was a crossroads for him. Either he let fear continue to rule his life or he made a step toward being who he really was. “No… I want to go inside.”
He nodded.
Anson slid a hand into his. “I’m here. Right beside you. We can both be stared at.” He tilted his head and smiled. “And guess what… they can stare all they want. It doesn’t matter.”
His daddy’s hand squeezed his. Jereme took a deep breath… “Okay…”
Anson gave him a grin.
“But if I want to leave, we leave. No questions.”
“Absolutely,” Anson replied. “You say the word and we’re gone.”
They strode in, hand in hand. As soon as he was inside, he felt like he was enveloped in silk and lace. It was everywhere… from the ceiling to the floors. Inwardly, he gasped… falling in love with many of the things he saw. But as his gaze swept the store, he saw a couple of female customers staring their way with odd looks on their faces.
Looks that said, ‘you don’t belong.’
He felt the panic rising and was about to turn away when a woman approached. “How can I help you today?”
She smiled warmly at Jereme, her eyes kind.
“We were hoping to have a look around. Maybe… try some things on?” Anson replied. “If that’s possible?”
Jereme wanted to die right then and there on the spot.
“Of course it is. Will both of you be trying things on?” she asked without a trace of judgment in her voice.
“I can do the picking, but I don’t know how good I’d look in any of this,” Anson said before eyeing Jereme.
She turned a brilliant smile on Jereme. “Well, how about this? We have a large fitting room in the back for our shier customers… there’s a seat back there for your friend here, if you’d like him to see how you look. You can let me know what things you like and the colors you prefer… and I can bring you some things to try on. How’s that sound?”
“Perfect,” Jereme said on a sigh.
“Great,” she said before taking his arm from Anson and tucking it over her own. They slowly strode through the store, and she pointed an outfit out to him. “How about something like this? It would really help give you some curves—if that’s something you’re interested in.”
“Yes,” he whispered, eyeing the bright blue bustier and panties set on a partial mannequin. He swallowed past the feeling of his heart throbbing right in his throat. “But maybe in black?”
“I believe we have that in black. If not, I’ll pick out some other darker shades for you to look at. Assuming you prefer darker colors?”
“I don’t mind color… I just like black.”
“You can never go wrong with black,” she agreed. “But white can be fun, too.” She then pointed to another item—a pale ivory corset with tiny pink flowers embroidered around the décolletage—and he sighed with delight. “I suppose that’s a yes?”
“Yes. Very much yes,” he murmured, trying to avoid the stares coming from one of the customers as they passed.
“Don’t mind her. You have every right to be in here,” the clerk said. “My name’s Jane, by the way. Yours?”
“Jereme.”
“Nice to meet you, Jereme,” she said with a smile before stopping before a heavy drape. She pushed the velvet curtain out of the way and escorted him inside. After getting Anson seated, she took a few quick measurements on Jereme while asking him more about what colors he liked best. Once she was done, she offered a smile. “Go ahead and get undressed down to your underwear. Then hang out here a minute and I’ll bring you a few somethings to try on.”
Jereme finally had a moment to let his butterflies truly fly. He gazed at Anson, who watched him closely.
“You okay?”
“Yeah,” he answered breathlessly, still too wound to enjoy the moment as much as he wanted to. But that didn’t last long.
Once Jane returned with two corsets for him to try on, he was in heaven. The material was both soft and rigid, and pulled him in tight in the most amazing way. Jane even gave Anson a crash course in properly tightening the ties.
Jereme watched in the mirror as his daddy cinched his waist a little tighter—and felt a wave of lust crashing over him. Anson lifted his stare and looked at their reflection, too, and it was obvious his daddy was just as effected as he was by what they were doing.
“Now this style comes with garters and without. As you can see, this one doesn’t have any. Do you like silk stockings?”
“Yes,” Jereme whispered, never taking his eyes off Anson’s reflection.
“Perfect. Let me go grab a few more items and I’ll be right back,” Jane said before leaving them alone for a moment.
Anson trailed his hand up the front of the corset before lowering his head to press a kiss on Jereme’s shoulder. Jereme watched every moment in the mirror, aching to be able to do more than steal a few kisses and caresses—especially after the anticipation he’d had from the night before that was still left unfulfilled.
“You look incredible,” Anson said, his voice low and full of lust.
“I feel incredible,” Jereme said, loving the sensation of being held tight.
Anson pressed another kiss to his shoulder. “I think we need this. The type with garters. Can’t miss the stockings.”
“And the matching panties?” Jereme asked.
“Of course,” Anson replied.
Jane returned, stockings and a different corset in hand—the one with garters. “Here we are. This is the identical corset, in the same size… it only has the garters added to the bottom.”
“Perfect,” Anson said. “Add them, panties, and the stockings to match to the buy pile.”
Jane grinned. “Absolutely. And you’re in luck. We received a shipment for our new store. I’ve got men’s lace panties that should be a little more comfortable for you to wear.”
“Oh?” Jereme asked.
Jane smiled. “They have a little more room, if you get my meaning. I’ll pull out a selection and let you look at what I have. Would you like to look at more sets?”
“Oh, we’re not done,” Anson replied.
“Anson! One is enough.”
Anson shook his head. “Not hardly.”
They spent a good hour there, with Jereme trying on several more pieces. Most took some time to get in and out of, but it was all well worth the time. Anson’s stare never left him… and he could see his daddy getting more and more excited. As was he. When Jereme was sure he couldn’t wait another moment, he eyed Anson. “I think I’ve tried on enough for today. Which did you like best?”
“All of them?” Anson asked.
Jane’s smile widened. “All?”
“Anson? That’s too much,” Jereme said. “Way too much.”
Anson eyed Jane and smiled. “He’s going to wear that one out under his clothes… but he needs panties, too. For this one and the rest.” He fished out his wallet and handed her the card. “Then you can go ring everything up for us.”
Jane plucked the card from his hand. “My pleasure.”
Anson moved closer to Jereme. He tugged on the navy blue bustier. “These aren’t just for you. They’re for me, too. I’m the one who gets to see you in them, writhing in my bed. Crying out when you come.” Jereme trembled at Anson’s words. His daddy lifted his hand and caressed Jereme’s cheek. “I get just as much satisfaction seeing you in them as you have wearing them… so no complaints. I’ll spend my money the way I see fit.”
Jereme nodded. “When you put it that way… I guess I’ll keep my mouth shut.”
“Shut? Nah.” Anson leaned in and captured Jereme’s lips just as Jane slipped in with a pair of lace panties in her hands.
“Sorry… here’s a pair that should be close in color. I’ll go start preparing your purchases right now.”
Anson reached out and took the tiny scrap of material. After a wink, she left them again, and they both chuckled. His daddy grabbed the sides of his briefs and tugged them down. Jereme kicked out of them as Anson went to his knees.
Jereme was already semi-erect. He had been through all of i
t. But looking down at his daddy like that, it was the final straw. He was rock-hard in seconds.
But they weren’t somewhere they could play. Not without being caught.
Yet Anson still drew a few inches of Jereme’s cock between his lips. He sighed in pleasure, his stare going to the heavy curtains. “She could come back.”
“Yep,” Anson whispered before taking him down to the root.
“Jesus, Anson,” he cried, digging his fingers through his daddy’s thick hair.
He held on tight while Anson suckled him deep… the strokes quickening rapidly. It only took a few minutes to push him over the edge. He cried out into his arm as he came, trying to muffle the sound a little.
Anson rose, kissing him. He could taste his seed on his daddy’s lips, and it made him hungry to have his own treat. Before he could move down, Anson stopped him.
“No way I’ll be good with just a blowjob,” he whispered. “We don’t want to cause a scene in here after they’ve been so nice.”
“Not fair,” Jereme whispered.
“Well, I owed you one. A blowjob in a closet for a blowjob in a closet.”
Jereme chuckled. “Ah. I don’t know if this can be considered a closet.”
Anson knelt again, but this time he helped Jereme into the silk panties that nearly matched his bustier. “Close enough.”
Jereme adjusted himself a little in the panties before sighing. They fit well, giving him room for his junk. “These are amazing.”
“Then you need more,” Anson whispered.
Shaking his head, he got dressed—almost hating to cover up the fine, lacy things. On their way out of the dressing room, Jereme paused by a beautiful floor-length pale silver nightgown. He reached out and caressed the silky fabric and smiled.
“What size?” Anson asked.
“You’ve done enough,” Jereme said, yanking his hand away.
“What. Size?”
“No,” Jereme said. “No more.”
Anson waved Jane over. “Can we add this to our pile? He won’t tell me his size.”
