Chapter 11
Justin was sure his face was still bright red after he dried himself and dressed and came downstairs to eat. He’d thought, when he’d almost dozed off in the tub, that slipping into a relationship with Del was just like slipping into a hot bath: easy, relaxing, and it felt so good. He hadn’t been expecting Del to come and check on him. To touch him like that. There had been nothing relaxing about that touch, that was for sure. Even jerking off quickly once Del had left hadn’t put the fire out. Justin had been left simmering instead, like one of Del’s pots on the stovetop.
The kids were still sitting around the table, eating ice cream for dessert. Justin was pretty sure it wasn’t even store bought—of course Del would make his own ice cream. There was probably nothing he couldn’t
