We Have Till Dawn

The guy behind the counter stuttered a quick direction to the vibrators, and I felt his stare burning a hole in the back of my skull as Gideon ushered me toward the rear of the store section.

The half-dozen men in the shop weren’t hiding their curiosity for shit.

“Go on, then,” Gideon said. “Pick out a vibrator.”

I gulped and reverted to some clueless teenager, and I stepped forward and glanced at the wall of silicone dicks. Dildos next to vibrators of all shapes and, um, species. If I wanted to get probed by an alien dick, this store had me covered.

I’d owned a single sex toy in my life, a J-shaped prostate massager, though I’d been around plenty of other toys provided by former clients.

“It’s past midnight, son. Pick up the pace a bit.”

Fuck me.

I swallowed and grabbed the first prostate massager I could find. “Uh, this one?”

“I’ll go grab a basket.” He left me. He fucking left. And I stared after him, only to spot everyone who was having trouble minding their own business. Except, this was what Gideon wanted. He wanted an audience.

Christ, so did I. I wanted to see how far he’d take it, and the other men sure as hell didn’t seem to mind either. Unless it was a coincidence they were suddenly checking out toys and movies that were closer to where I was standing.

I heard Gideon speak to someone, presumably the guy at the register, but I couldn’t make out the words.

I turned back to the vibrator selection and gave it more than a cursory glance this time.

If this was gonna turn into a shopping spree, I could think of a toy or two to keep after Gideon moved on and married a woman. I’d need a dick that felt and looked like his, ’cause it wasn’t a gay pity party until there was miserable masturbation involved.

I’d just grabbed an eight-inch dildo when Gideon returned with the guy from before.

“This young man offered to assist us,” Gideon told me. “He’ll write down what we put in the basket, and then we can open the boxes if needed.”

Fuck me twice.

Okay, so that guy was just gonna stand there with his little notepad and the basket at his feet. And stare at us.

He didn’t look so uncomfortable anymore. Quite the fucking opposite.

“Pretend I’m not here,” he said.

Uh-huh.

“What’ve you got there, boy?” Gideon grabbed the boxed-up dildo from me and smirked a little. “You and your mother have the same taste.”

Just when I thought my face couldn’t turn redder.

I exhaled unsteadily and tried to say something, to move my goddamn feet, to do anything, but I was rooted in place. I was waiting for instructions. I was watching him like I watched porn.

Who was this filthy god?

“You’ll need some type of lube if you’re going to fit this one inside you, yes?”

I managed to nod, and I crept closer to his body as if he were going to protect me from himself. It couldn’t be normal to sneak toward the danger, but damn if his danger wasn’t making me hard.

He smiled down at me. “Have you gone mute?”

“N-no.” I flushed and kicked myself mentally. Time to get my shit together. “It’s just embarrassing, Dad.”

“Nonsense. There’s nothing embarrassing about exploring yourself.” He dropped the dildo and the massager into the basket on the floor, then gestured toward the lube section. “Come on. Let’s find you a bottle of lube.”

I followed obediently and did my best to block out everyone else. How ironic, I’d been on his ass the first week about wanting to participate more, and now I’d lost my marbles.

“Wait. These look like fun, don’t they?” He stopped at a display with cock rings. “They’re supposed to make you last longer. Is that a problem you have?”

“Um. Maybe? I don’t know. Sometimes I come fast.” Like when he fucked me mercilessly and whispered what a dirty boy I was.

It didn’t take much around this man, what could I say.

“It’s nothing to worry about. I came fast at your age too.” He draped an arm around my shoulders and pulled me to him. “What do you think? You want to try one of these?”

I eyed the black silicone ring inside its little plastic wrap, and I nodded. I remembered enjoying those before. “Could be fun, I guess.”

He kissed my temple and held up the cock ring. “We’ll take one of these, Steven.” Then he started unwrapping it. “Unzip your pants, son. We don’t know if it fits. There are three different sizes.”

Oh my God.

“Here?” I squeaked.

Squeaked. Like a child.

He furrowed his brow, confused. “What’s the problem? We’re twenty feet away from men who are watching porn and getting each other off—we’re surrounded by toys and dog collars. Do you think anyone’s going to be offended if you try out a cock ring?”