It took Barry about twenty minutes before he dared to open the door. His stepfather - who he just unknowingly gave a blowjob - tried talking to him a couple more times, to no avail, before he told Barry that he was going to give him some space and meet him outside. Then, he left. Barry sat there alone, processing what just happened before he felt ready to step outside.
Of course, he had to wait for five additional minutes anyway before leaving the building - as, for some stupid reason, his damn cock wouldn't go down!
The sunlight felt intrusive in his eyes after leaving the dark restroom. It didn't take Barry long to find his stepfather's truck - it was the only car parked in the deserted parking lot. Slowly, he started walking towards the car. As he reached it, he saw his stepfather sitting behind the wheel, staring blankly into the distance.
Barry gathered up the courage to step inside. Then, he joined his father for another minute of silence.
"I'm sorry," Stavros said, in a trembling voice, "I know I'm probably going to say those words a million times more, but... I am so, so sorry, Barry. Oh god. What the fuck did we just... oh god!"
Something about seeing his stepfather like that made Barry soften up. They were distant - he had never seen Stavros in distress before. This was very unfamiliar to him, but it didn't feel unpleasant or weird. He felt selfish as he realized how much he had been ignoring his stepfather's emotions. After all, this was the same person Barry kept opening up to over the phone for the last couple of days.
"Stavros, don't," he said, putting his hand on his stepfather's shoulders, "You didn't know. I didn't know either. It was just... an accident."
"No, Barry, bumping a stranger's car with yours is an accident, this is just... crazy," Stavros said, as he rubbed his forehead with his fingers. Then he turned to Barry, his eyes glassy.
"I didn't hurt you, did I?"
"No!" Barry said confidently, "No, Stavros, come on! I mean, before I knew it was you, it actually felt... Never mind, don't worry. You didn't hurt me. You definitely didn't hurt me, Stavros."
"It was you the entire time," Stavros said, shaking his head, "I should have figured it out. I feel so stupid."
"Well," Barry replied calmly, "If it makes you feel any better... I feel a little stupid too."
Another moment of silence.
"You told me so many things," Stavros said, "So many things I had never heard you say. I would never imagine you being so... like you were."
He turned to Barry slowly.
"Is that... why you were being so closed off with me? Because you like men?"
Barry stared back at him. Then he looked forward again. He never imagined talking to his stepfather like this, but at that point, he had no choice. It was the same man he texted. The man he texted was a total stranger, and yet telling this stuff to Stavros felt so... weird.
"I'm sorry about that," Barry said, trying as hard as possible to keep his emotions together, "I'm sorry about everything. I know how I was. And I didn't like how I was. But I didn't know what was gonna happen if I said anything... I felt trapped and hopeless and alone."
Stavros's hand wrapped around his shoulders and pulled him closer. Barry leaned on Stavros's shoulder and buried his face into his shirt. Stavros's hand gently stroked his hair.
"Don't be sorry about that, Barry," Stavros said calmly, "These things are never easy. During the last couple of days, when I was texting... well, you, I also felt very strange. Good, but strange. You've been carrying this secret for a long time, I can't imagine how you felt."
He pulled him closer into a stronger grip.
"You don't have to be afraid to tell me anything," Stavros said, "Seriously. Nothing is going to change the way I feel about you, okay? We're a family. And I'll always be here for you."
Barry nodded slowly, unable to let go. He felt so emotional and confused... but so warm at the same time. It felt good. Talking to Stavros like this felt like the huge weight from his back was finally gone. After all those years... And he had never felt so free.
The two of them hugged for a while longer before they pulled themselves away. Barry wiped his eyes and looked at Stavros. They both smiled at each other genuinely, knowing that a wall had just been torn down. The sudden emotions they felt mixed together with the panic they experienced only a few moments ago were exhausting. But at that moment, they knew that everything was going to be alright.
"Let's go home," Stavros said, "It's not that late yet but I think we can both agree it was a long day."
"Sure, dad," Barry said, still smiling as he fastened his seatbelt. When he finished, he found Stavros looking at him with a bewildered look.
"You just called me 'dad'," he said, looking surprised, "You've never called me that before!"
Barry looked at him, only realizing that at that moment as well. He didn't know why he did it. Suddenly, it just felt natural to say it.
"Huh... I guess I did," he said, "It just kind of felt right... I hope you don't mind?"
Stavros sighed as he reached for the keys to start the car. Barry noticed that he blushed in the face.
"Of course, it is, son," he shook his head as he slowly pulled out of the parking space, "I just wish you picked a day when you didn't give me a blowjob to first call me that."
They both laughed, as the truck drove away and merged onto the road.
***
The atmosphere on the way back was surprisingly pleasant. There were no awkward silences, Barry and Stavros just kept talking. Now that the barrier wasn't there anymore, they could share all the things they had to keep only to their texts before while remaining anonymous. Intimate, but not sexual.
Stavros confided to Barry that his dating life hasn't been going well, and he wasn't feeling fulfilled at his job. Barry found it easy to listen to him and even try to say helpful things. He didn't have to feel bad about hiding from him anymore - he could just be his honest self. And Stavros was glad that he had someone to tell those things. The two of them probably spoke more during the drive back home than they did during the last couple of months.
As Stavros promised, he made dinner that night, but this time, Barry joined him and helped him with the preparation, instead of locking himself away in his room. They haven't really talked about anything that happened in the restroom yet or any of the sexting. But it didn't really seem to matter. The two of them were bonding, and they were both craving that for such a long time that it was the only thing they could focus on.
Barry opened up to his stepdad during dinner as well - telling him all about how his studies have been weighing on him and how he was too shy to go after any of the boys. His stepdad gave him a pat on the back and was happy to give him some fatherly advice. He assured him everything was going to be okay - and if it wasn't, he could come to him anytime. By the end of dinner, they shared a long look and smiled - knowing that no matter how crazily that afternoon went, things were now better than they could possibly imagine.
"It's been... a lot," Stavros said, feeling exhausted from the intense emotions of that day, "I think I'm gonna hit the hay. You should too, boy."
"Okay, dad," Barry nodded, "I'm just going to fill the dishwasher before going to sleep."
"Thanks for that, son," Stavros said, feeling warm at the fact that they were now close enough to call each other like that, "Good night."
He left the table and slowly went up the stairs, alone for the first time since that blowjob happened. He knew it wasn't anyone's fault, but he still felt a little guilty about it. But what he felt even more guilty about was the fact how much he enjoyed it... He now knew that Barry was the one on the other side, but that didn't really make the memory any less hot.
Frustrated with himself, he decided to take a long, cold shower. His dick kept springing up and he tried to calm it down, but it wasn't easy. His thoughts were racing the whole time. How did Barry learn to be that good? It was his first time... was it really so easy to suck a cock?
No, it wasn't. It wasn't Stavros's first blowjob, but it was the best one he ever got, hands down. He grunted and set the temperature of the shower to the absolute coldest, trying to get the thoughts out of his head. But even though he felt like he was going to freeze in that shower, he was still fully hard when he was exiting it.
"I'm just tired," he whispered to himself, as he did his evening routine, his cock still fully hard and throbbing in his underwear, creating a little precum stain at the tip, "I just need a good night's sleep. That's all."
But when he finally got to bed and turned the lights off, he found out that sleep wouldn't come. No matter how many times he turned over, his cock was aching, remembering that afternoon. When he closed his eyes, he still saw Barry's horny texts - telling him what he was going to do to him, all the slutty nicknames he had for him, not to mention the photos...
Barry's hard cock and tight little asshole were still imprinted in Stavros's mind - no matter how much he tried to chase them away. Except now they were paired with a face, and the full image was haunting Stavros' horny mind.
"Fuck..." he whispered quietly, as he reached below his blanket. He felt like a pervert, fantasizing about his stepson, but he knew there was no other way to get it out of his head. He just needed to jerk off, that would fix it for sure. Even though he had just come that afternoon, he already felt like it's been weeks since his last orgasm.
His body relaxed as his hand wrapped around his throbbing cock. He sighed and let his hand do the work, running along his shaft, his mind picturing Barry doing that for him. Or perhaps, he could be doing, even more, moving that insanely skilled mouth to his cock. Or maybe even...
