Chapter 13
Richard went inside, snatched up the shopping bags he’d brought home and hurried to his room, ignoring his mother’s call. He went in, and locked the door, bound for the en suite bathroom. Though his mother didn’t follow, the precaution of locking her out wasn’t lost on him. He might as well be a stranger in his own home, or a teenager again—locking his mother out in case she caught him m**********g.
Following a quick ablution, he changed into his new clothes and headed back out, thoughts preoccupied. When had he last resorted to stroking his own c**k? No longer needed to. He had Ethan. Least, for now. When, again, would they have time and opportunity? Now? This evening? Because it would be evening if Rich took Ethan to see what he wanted to show the man, fetched a tree, and th
