You and Kyle have been boyfriends for awhile now and everything was perfect, sure a few annoying kids picked on you at school for being gay but it didnt go further than small little comments the two of you could just block out. But it was good. You were both eachothers first love so everything was new to the pair of you, kissing, cuddling and other things.. all new and fresh just waiting to be explored.

A few months into your relationship, you started to have more sleepovers around Kyle's for your own personal family matters that Kyle never pressured you to speak about unless you want to. However, at Kyle's house, you two had to act like you were just bestfriends since Kyle hasn't come out to his dad yet. Here's the thing about Kyle's dad, he's religious and has somewhat traditional views- which is why his mother left, but Kyle has never heard him speak badly of the LGBTQ+, though he was too scared to come out and ask so he kept silent.

You were of course fine with this since you mostly spent your time up in Kyle's room, forced to share a bed since there wasnt room elsewhere which was just a bonus more than anything, laying in Kyle's bed whilst his dad was downstairs oblivious to what was going on in the room above him. It was paradise. And tonight was another night where you came round to Kyle's, bag in hand, face drained and body droopy.

Kyle's dad invited you in and then Kyle ran down the stairs having to lift you up in his arms to get you to his room, though luckily his father didnt speak of it and once Kyle rested you down on his bed, he didnt manage to get far before one of your arms came out and wrapped round his waist bringing him down and into a cuddle. Kyle returned it willingly, smiling as he layed there just feeling your head on his chest and the sounds of your soft breathing, he couldnt ask nor want more.

However, after awhile of laying there you started to become restless and wanted more of your boyfriend's attention. Eventually throwing yourself over so you were strandling his lap, leaning down to kiss him passionately and slowly until it became too much and the kiss intensified. You and Kyle had never gone any further than just kisses before but something must've been in the air tonight as you found your hand running down his body gently to touch him in more intimate places and he let you even returning the touches.

It was all above clothes but a step into a more intimate relationship between the two of you and it felt great being this close to Kyle, hearing his breath hitch in your ear and the small grunts. It was all intoxicating and addictive. The two of you were too caught up with one another to hear the door open but as the light from the hallway poured over your face, it suddenly dawned on you and your head snapped over to the door, where Kyle's dad was standing, a shocked look upon his face.

Kyle immediately retracted from you, hands leaving and you had to force back a whine at the loss of contact whilst Kyle tried to make himself appear normal infront of his dad. "It's not what it looks like, dad-" He spoke but his voice was shaky a mixture of nerves and left over pleasure. It was hard to make out the expression on his dad's face but you felt yourself folding up, wishing the ground would swallow you whole just so you wouldn't need to face this embarrassing moment between father and son.