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The boys fell into a comfortable silence, the music playing softly as they pointed out the occasional weird billboard. They didn’t go far, just one town over to Lakefield. It was only about an hour drive from their home in Hartford, Florida, but Cory texted his mom that he might be out late just in case.
Cory had been to Lakefield a few times over the years. It was a little quieter than home but not by much. It wasn’t unheard of for Derek or Nic to hear of a good house party and drag Cory along. Cory didn’t know the place well enough to know where they were going, but it became apparent when Derek rolled his car into the parking space in front of a particular storefront.
“Good Vibrations” proclaimed the sign. A little on the nose, but it served its purpose.
“We’re going to a sex toy shop?” Cory asked aloud.
“Surprise,” Nic answered. “We figured if we wanted to get any ‘training implements,’ it would be better to do it here instead of Hartford. No one here knows us.”
That was smart reasoning. Cory remembered buying his toy online… The anxiety of having to check the mail before his mom got home, just in case the packaging gave anything away or she got nosy and opened it herself. Just the thought made Cory shudder.
“You coming, boy?” Derek and Nic were waiting for him on the sidewalk.
Cory shook off the thoughts of his mother and opened the car door to join them. Derek led the way into the shop. Rock music played softly over the store’s speakers, and the faint scent of leather was in the air.
“Can I please see your IDs, boys?” a girl seated behind a counter by the door called them over.
Her hair was dyed red and black, and she wore a very revealing low-cut top. As they presented their IDs, Nic couldn’t stop staring at her tits. If she noticed, she didn’t seem to mind.
“Oooooo, fresh meat,” she giggled before handing back the cards. “Daddy Carl’s gonna like you. Have fun, boys!”
The boys pocketed their IDs and moved through a doorway onto the main floor of the store. It was sparsely populated, which was probably normal for a Tuesday night. The room was big—there was even a staircase leading to a second floor—and there were racks of clothing from wall to wall. Well, clothing was a strong word… These were more like costumes. Derek walked over and began looking through them, pointing out the stereotypical “sexy nurse” costume he found.
“Who the hell is Daddy Carl?” Nic asked no one in particular.
Cory tapped him on the shoulder and then pointed to an upstairs balcony where a large bear of a man was talking to a couple of women who looked very excited about purchasing whatever it was they were holding. He looked tall, taller than any of the boys, and he had a large barrel of a chest underneath a t-shirt and leather vest he had on. A full beard, shaved head, and leather gloves rounded out the rest of his outfit.
“I’m guessing it’s him,” Cory reasoned. “He looks like a daddy if I ever saw one.”
“And you would know, right?” Nic teased but was still staring at Daddy Carl. The older man must have felt the eyes on him because a second later, he turned and met Nic’s gaze. Nic looked away quickly, blushing, though he wasn’t sure why. Luckily a side room with wall-to-wall porn DVDs caught his eye next. He headed inside wordlessly.
That left Cory with Derek, who was still perusing the racks. Most of the costumes seemed to be for women—there were even some that were nothing but lingerie—but there were a few things for men, like a cop or Tarzan. Nothing Cory would want to wear though.
“So, sir,” Cory asked as he looked through the racks with Derek, “why a sex store?”
“Well, your little revelation the other night about your toy got me thinking.” Derek smirked without looking up. “A place like this would haveall kindsof useful stuff to help with your ‘training.’”
Cory wanted to roll his eyes at the word “training,” as if this wasn’t just as much about the two of them getting all the blowjobs they wanted, but he managed to restrain himself. “Useful stuff like what, sir?”
“Well, for starters,” Derek led Cory to a rack with men’s underwear—notably, a lot of jockstraps—and thumbed through a few, “we should probably get you up a few more of these. I think weallenjoy having your ass easily accessible. Pick out a few you like. This whole shopping trip is on my parents. I’m gonna go find out whatever it is Nic is doing so I can make fun of him for it later.” He patted Cory on the back and made his way to the side room.
He must still be really pissed off at his parents, Cory thought as he perused the hanging jockstraps.Not gonna complain though. Free jockstraps!
Cory had a thing for jockstraps. He always thought they looked so hot on the guys in the porn he watched. Like when some daddy would shove a boy’s face right into his musky jock before pulling his dick out or the way they would frame a bottom’s ass as he was getting pounded by that same daddy… Cory felt himself getting hard and tried to focus on the underwear.
“And who might you be?” A deep voice from behind startled him, making him drop the jockstrap in his hands to the floor. “Shit. Sorry, boy, didn’t mean to scare you.”
Cory bent down to grab it before turning around. “It’s okay, just an accident…” Cory trailed off as he looked up, now face to face with Daddy Carl himself. “…Sir.”
“Knew I had you pegged when I saw you walk in.” Carl smiled at that. “What brings a cute thing like you in here?”
“I c-came in with some friends.” Great, now he was stuttering. And the warm but hungry look on Carl’s face was not helping with his erection issues. “Just looking around.”
“Friends. Right.” Carl just kept smiling. “Well, when you and your ‘friends’ are ready, we keep all the good stuff upstairs. I’m sure I’ll see you up there in a bit, boy.”
Cory watched as Carl walked away, still holding onto the underwear he dropped. Gathering his wits and the jockstraps, he made a beeline for the porn room. Derek was flipping through a rack of DVDs when he saw Cory walk in and waved him over.
“Find anything good?” he asked.
