All Chapters of The Slaved Virgin Offering: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Both parents looked at him expectantly, and the silence threatened to swallow up all of Paul's practiced words. He fought to get the next words out."The thing is," he said, "there isn't going to be a nice girl for me. Ever." He let that sink in.Helen was still confused, but Paul could see understanding dawn in his father's face."You mean you broke up with somebody?" Helen guessed."Not exactly, no."Holly squeezed his leg under the table and gave him a bolstering smile.Paul tried again. "The thing is --""You're queer," Jack said flatly. The air left Paul in one big breath and he looked at his dad warily. The face he found was filled with comprehension, yes, but also incredulity and thinly masked disappointment.Helen smacked her husband's arm. "Jack! How can you say that about your son! That's not what he means! Paul, tell him that's not what you meant."Paul swallowed heavily. "It is what I meant. I'm gay, mom."This time Helen had no alternate explanation. Only silence.At that

This is such a bad romantic comedy move.Ace sat in his truck in a nondescript little strip mall, waiting for a reasonable time to arrive for his fake appointment with a real chiropractor. He had been in the parking lot for nearly an hour, having grown too antsy to stay home any longer.The weekend had been agonizing, three days of limbo knowing that Paul was just a couple miles away -- close enough to potentially see and touch, but so far away in every other respect.Now Ace was even closer to his goal, and he still had no idea what he was going to say once he saw Paul again. That was assuming, of course, that Paul would listen to him.He braced himself for the possibility that Paul might not, in fact, want anything to do with him anymore. And even though Ace knew it was all based on a stupid misunderstanding, if Paul wasn't willing to listen to him when he was standing right in front of him, he was probably going to give up. Masochism was never his thing. But pride certainly was.Co

"It's all yours," Paul rasped. He pulled away to retrieve a condom and quickly sheathed himself. With more lube slathered on his straining erection, Paul finally, finally pushed into Ace.Ace struggled to keep from crying out and sharing his bone-filling pleasure with the world -- or, at least, with the receptionist just outside the door.Soon, though, all thoughts of being discovered melted from his mind, replaced with the overwhelming, blinding relief of having Paul inside him.Their lovemaking turned frenzied and hungry, like they hadn't eaten for days, like this was a dream and they were racing the dawn."Not gonna last," Paul groaned. "So tight ... so fucking good ...""Do it," Ace grunted. "Fill me up." He reached down to his own painful erection, determined to join Paul in this release."Awww, fuck!" Paul moaned, entirely too loud. "Love you so much!"Ace tripped over into ecstasy at that moment, in the most ferocious orgasm he'd ever known.He was so out of it that he didn't r

Drayton's was a block off the busy Mass Street traffic, and on a warm midsummer Friday night, it was filled with people eager to relax and imbibe -- married couples who had wrangled babysitters for one evening's escape, groups of recent college grads flush with proper paychecks, professionals still in business suits letting deep glasses of wine loosen their neckties. This was not a place to bring kids, but it definitely was a place to bring a date.Paul gave his name to the hostess, then paused. "Is there any way we could get a table on the outside patio?" He cut his eyes to Ace in time to catch a delighted smile."It might be a few minutes longer," the hostess warned."We'll wait," he decided.They each picked up a glass of wine from the bar and settled into a plush loveseat in an open, artful -- and rapidly filling - waiting area. Paul bravely draped an arm along the back of the seat and encouraged Ace to settle in closer to him."How did you know I wanted to sit outside?" Ace smile

Ace followed Paul's gesture and saw Erik sitting outside of an ice cream parlor on Ninth. He was at a small table on a tiny patio, slowly picking at his sundae and watching the crowds stream by.Ace bit his bottom lip, thinking. "Do you mind if we- I mean, I know we're on a date and all, but-""We should say hi," Paul said."I really really want you two to be friends. Good friends.""I want that too."Ace kissed him quickly and bounded over to Erik's table. He and Paul soon settled in with their desserts on either side of Erik."It's good to see that you're not at work, Mr. Overachiever," Ace said."It was just too pretty outside to waste the night at home alone," Erik said, somewhat wistfully.That tempered some of Ace's overflowing happiness. Now that Ace no longer needed a bitching buddy on Sundays, his best friend probably felt even more left out of life.Paul looked slyly at Ace. "Think we should?"Ace's eyes widened. He didn't mean that, right? Did Tanner make him think-"Send h