After all the excitement of my birthday, things went back to 'normal'. Sex with Steve on Sundays, and with my mates in the Portacabin Saturdays and some evenings. One evening, I was laying on my bed, staring at the centrefold of a gay magazine, when my mum came in with some laundry without knocking. It was too late to put my dick away. She looked at me and the picture, went red in the face, and turned tail, slamming the door. Oh shit! A few minutes later, dad knocked and came in. He sat on the bed and put his arm around me, "Tell me honestly Ewan, are you gay?" I saw little point in denying it, so nodded my head, I have a boyfriend, James. "Don't worry, we both love you regardless. It's just come as a shock to your mum, she wants grandkids." "Give her a week or two and she'll come round", he assured me. I didn't feel like masturbating anymore, so went to sleep.
In the pub next day, neither James or Timmy thought they could come out yet, so we had to keep it quiet. Two weeks later, we were sat at the dinner table. Mum cleared her throat, I wondered if I was about to be chucked out, "I've been reading up on homosexuality, thinking it may be the way I've brought you up. Seems that some people are just born that way. I apologise for my outburst. Maybe I could invite your friend for tea." I ignored the fact that she didn't say boyfriend and thanked her. The following week, James came to tea and mum laid on a lovely spread. We mentioned Timmy, and they both said they'd like to meet any friends of mine. A huge bridge had been crossed. I advised James and Timmy to come out before they were found out.
Working in the convenience shop was all well and good, but it was shit wages. I was also putting on weight by snacking on rubbish food. I began to wish I'd paid more attention at school. It wasn't that I was thick, just that in typical adolescence style, I couldn't be bothered. I knew that if I wanted to better myself, I would have to train more. I enrolled for maths and English at night school, and did extra online to pass my exams quickly. I actually enjoyed it. I also bought a jockstrap to hold my junk and started jogging to lose the pounds. I then applied for better jobs. From most, I didn't even hear back, and I'd all but given up, then I had two interviews. The first was delivering goods bought online, the second, in an office, inputting data onto a computer, with prospects. I knew it would be boring, but the pay was more than double the shop wages. The interview went well, and I got the job, and was put on a three month probationary period. Steve was heartbroken, but knew it was for the best. I assured him that I'd pop in Sunday evenings for a shag, and maybe hook up with Ryan, and that cheered him up.
I had to wear a suit for my new job, so headed an old fashioned department store. I immediately recognised one of the assistants as a guy I regularly flirted with at the shop. I chose three suits, and he accompanied me to the changing room. Out of devilment, I'd gone commando. I kicked off my shoes, and when I dropped my jeans, everything was on show. "Wow, you're a big boy", and cupped my balls. We kissed, then he knelt and gave me a quick blow job. In the dangerous position, I didn't take long to cum. He wiped his mouth on his shirt sleeve. I bought a light brown suit, and we exchange numbers.
The three months flew by. I still saw James and Timmy in the cabin on Saturdays, and occasionally felt Ryan's weapon inside me, so life was good. At the end of the three months, I was called into the manager's office at knocking off time, as everyone else was leaving. "Take a seat, while I put these papers away." "Ah", he said, looking down at some notes, "You seem to have settled in very well, are you enjoying it?" 'Enjoying' was probably the wrong word, but I played along. He left his seat, locked the door, and stood behind me. "You know, Ewan, you really are a very handsome young man." I thanked him for the compliment, and he went on, "I know you're gay, do you like older men?" "Yes", I said in all honesty, thinking of Steve. He loosened my tie and undid a few shirt buttons. Knowing exactly where this was leading, I asked, "Do you want a blow job?". He unbuckled his trousers and came around the front of me. I unzipped him, allowing his trousers to fall to his knees. A semi hard dick was already out of the fly of his loose boxers, so I half sucked, half wanked. When my finger found his hole it sent him over the top, giving me a surprising amount of cum to swallow. "Thank you Ewan, the wife isn't interested these days". We left it at that, and I went on my way.
In the pub again, Timmy had started college to become a plumber, and James was driving a taxi, so meeting for sex was less frequent. However, all the parents now knew and were supportive, to the point where we could share a bed.
I had a pay rise, more to do with my 'helping him out', than my brilliance at work. Friday afternoons became 'our time'. It started with blow jobs, both ways, but soon he had me over or on his desk. I didn't care, as long as the money was rolling in. Six months later, James and I rented an apartment together, and we sometimes entertained. Timmy quite often, and even Ryan when we got lucky. I do most of the cooking, and we share the housework. James knew I was having sex with my boss, but he didn't mind as it helped pay the bills.
