His Stepson Wears Lace

by Kelex

  “Indeed,” Jane said, searching the display. “Would you also like the matching robe?”

  “Of course we would,” Anson answered.

  By the time they were done ringing everything up, Jereme had enough lingerie to wear something every day… the nightgown and robe… and some extra men’s lace panties for every day. The price nearly had him passing out, but Anson paid it without qualms. He reminded himself these things were just as much for his daddy as they were for him.

  “Just so you know, we are opening a location on Kent Street in the near future. Shopping there might be a little comfier.”

  “Kent Street?” Anson asked.

  “You two aren’t from around here, are you?” Jane asked.

  “I’m not,” Anson said. “He’s still fairly new to the area.”

  “Kent Street is an LGBT neighborhood in old downtown. They have shops, restaurants, clubs, and homes—all focused on inclusivity. We’re opening our new location there in a couple of months—and I’ll be the manager, in fact. That box of men’s panties were supposed to go there, but ended up here instead. But seems that was a good thing, hmm?”

  Anson eyed Jereme. “Sounds like we should go check it out.”

  Jereme nodded tightly. He’d heard of the neighborhood, but he’d avoided it. The trip into the store was as close to him being open about himself as he’d ever gotten—and he was still a bit shaken from that.

  “I also put a few samples in a bag for you,” Jane said as she handed one over.

  “Samples?” Anson asked.

  “Items you might be interested in using once these end up tossed on the floor,” Jane said with a grin.

  “Ah. Thank you,” Anson said, taking the bag with a smirk.

  She handed the other large bag to Jereme. “Hopefully I’ll see you at our other location once we open.”

  “Maybe we will,” Anson said as he ushered them both out. Once they were outside, he turned to Jereme. “You ever hear of that place before?”

  “Yeah,” Jereme replied.

  “Ever been there?”

  “No.”

  Anson frowned. “Is there a problem?”

  Jereme eyed Anson as they walked down the sidewalk. “I’ve spent my life hiding who I was, terrified to be myself.” He paused, realizing something. “I mean… I’ve never told anyone anything about my sexuality. Except you. I guess I just basically came out to Jane back there.”

  Anson stopped and grabbed Jereme’s arm. “Fuck… did I cross a line asking you to go in there? I’m sorry if I did.”

  “You didn’t force me inside. You asked, I accepted… knowing what probably would be assumed. I never would’ve done something like that without you urging me to, though. Happily, it was nowhere near as frightening as I expected it to be. I’d seen that store before… and I’ve wanted to go inside for months. I was afraid they’d laugh me out. But they didn’t. Jane was amazing. Thank god she was amazing.”

  “The commission she just earned likely helped, too.”

  “Don’t think like that,” Jereme said before grinning. “But it also helped that you were willing to stand beside me. To hold my hand without worrying who might see. I didn’t expect that. That you would be this open to being with me. Without shame.”

  “Just what do we have to be ashamed about?” He moved in close and pressed a kiss to Jereme’s lips.

  Jereme smiled… but noticed a few people close watching them with odd looks. He took a step back, worried.

  Anson watched him closely. “Want to go have some lunch on Kent Street? Check this place out and see if it might be a little more comfortable, as Jane seems to think?”

  Jereme nodded. Like the lingerie store, he had wanted to go… but feared it, too. It was a little easier to be brave with someone at his side. Another step towards me. “Yeah.”

  After a kiss to his forehead, Anson led them back to the car. After punching in the destination on his phone and connecting it to Apple CarPlay, his daddy pulled out and they went in search of Kent Street.

  * * * *

  Anson parked in front of a colorful Mediterranean-themed restaurant with a huge outdoor patio. Since it was such an unseasonably warm day, they might as well enjoy the outside as much as possible. Others seemed to be, too, as almost every table was being used. And they were mostly full of men… obviously enjoying one another’s company.

  Jereme’s words came to him… how his boy didn’t expect him to be so comfortable being open in his regard. He simply hadn’t thought about it. The fact he was away from home helped, but it wasn’t like they were a world away. He could easily come face to face with someone he knew, and he really didn’t care if they saw him with a guy.

  Especially if that guy was Jereme.

  None of the men he’d been with before had spurred on this need to claim someone as his. Sure, he’d toyed with BDSM, particularly submission and domination, in the bedroom from time to time, but it had been easy to move from partner to partner. Now it wasn’t so easy. He wanted this male to be his—mind, body, and soul.

  He already felt as if he belonged to Jereme, too.

  Holding hands with the man who was quickly stealing his heart seemed like a no-brainer. Kissing Jereme, so all others knew that his boy belonged to him? Easy. But he knew Jereme was still trying to accept himself and be free. He needed to be gentle with the kid.

  He gazed at Jereme before shutting off the engine. “This place looks busy… might be a sign of good food.”

  “Yeah,” his boy answered before offering a nervous smile.

  That nervous smile undid him every time. Watching his boy challenging himself and learning to live in his skin was beautiful to watch. They were coming out together in some regards, but his journey was nothing compared to the way Jereme already seemed to be blossoming.

  His stepson’s face while dressed in lingerie… staring at the reflection in the mirror…

  It had taken Anson’s breath away.

  The joy he’d seen there had filled him with pride. Maybe he’d gone overboard, but if a little scrap of lace brought happiness into his boy’s life, then so be it.

  Anson got out, as did Jereme. He made his way to the other side of the car and offered a hand. Jereme eyed it a second before smiling and sliding his palm into Anson’s. They walked in, side by side, and hand in hand. Anson felt as if there were eyes on them and he liked it… he liked that everyone who saw them knew they were a couple.

  Anson lifted his chin, his chest puffing out… and he laughed to himself. He felt pride that this male was his, and there was nothing wrong with that.

  They entered, and a host escorted them to an empty table outside. Anson sat across from Jereme, surrounded by lively conversation. He scanned the menu before checking out the street outside. There were rainbow flags waving on every light post and in the windows of just about every store. People walked the streets, hand in hand, in every possible combination. “I like the vibe here.”

  Jereme looked up and nodded. “I think I do, too.” He gazed back down at the menu. “What’re you having?”

  “Hell, I was so curious about the neighborhood that I barely looked at the menu,” he said, looking back down.

  Eventually, they ordered and had a lovely meal. They shared their plates with one another and discussed the many interesting shops they saw lining the street.

  “There’s a leather shop on the end of the block,” Anson noted.

  “I think we have shopped enough today.”

  “Maybe you have, but I think I’d look pretty damned awesome in one of those leather harnesses like that guy over there.”

  Jereme looked over his shoulder and gasped. “Damn. Yes, you would.”

  “Then I think we need to make a stop after lunch.”

  “We’ll have to do some walking,” Jereme agreed. “I ate way too much.”

  “Nothing wrong with a healthy appetite.”

  “He says after buying me clothes. You won’t be happy if I need to get the ne
xt size up.”

  Anson smiled. “I can think of a few ways to burn off some calories.”

  Jereme grinned. “And I am rested and relaxed.”

  Anson tossed his napkin onto the middle of his nearly empty plate and raised a hand. “Check, please.”

  Chapter Eight

  The anticipation burning in Anson’s veins when they finally made their way back to the hotel room was enough to set fire to his entire world. Cock hard, he had spent the last hour or so adjusting himself and praying he didn’t end up with blue balls. Between his sweet boy and the fun they had shopping along Kent Street, he hadn’t been sure he’d survive long enough to reach the hotel suite.

  They’d made two more stops amongst a lot of window shopping—the leather shop and the drugstore for a few key items. Anson had plans for almost everything in those bags.

  Before he could barely shut the door, Jereme began to strip out of his clothes… leaving on the sexy as hell bustier and silk panties. “I’ve been waiting to get out of that stuff and show off for you, Daddy.”

  Anson gnashed his teeth, trying to control himself. “Why don’t you peel those off and get into that big tub in the bathroom.”

  Jereme’s pout was enough to do him in.

  He moved in close, palms splayed over Anson’s chest. “I need you, Daddy.”

  Anson bit the inside of his cheek and willed his hard-on to calm down. “I know you do, baby… but I told you to get your sweet little ass into that tub.”

  Jereme didn’t look pleased. “Can’t we do that later?”

  Anson grabbed Jereme and swatted his ass. “I said… in the tub.”

  Jereme squealed at the hard spank on his ass and backed up, rubbing that spot. “Fine.”

  Anson smiled as his boy padded barefoot toward the bathroom. While listening to the water running, he pulled out the handful of items he’d picked up and waited to hear Jereme in the tub. As soon as he was ready, Anson walked in and placed the can of shaving cream and the pink razors on the narrow edge of the tub. It was barely thick enough to hold them, but seemed to do the trick.

  Jereme lifted his stare to Anson. “Ah.”

  “You really want to feel those silk stockings against your skin. I hear this is the best way.”

  Jereme reached for the can, but Anson swatted his hand away gently.

  “Allow me.”

  A small smile stretched Jereme’s lips some as he lay back in the tub. The warm water was steamy, creating a hazy fog in the bathroom. Before he got busy, he peeled off his shirt and dropped it on the floor.

  “Oh yeah, Daddy,” Jereme whispered hotly, his small smile upgraded to a smirk.

  Anson chuckled before filling one palm with a mountain of foam. Once he put the can down on the edge, he motioned for Jereme to offer a leg. Jereme lifted it elegantly from the water as he watched Anson closely.

  He grasped Jereme’s foot and just that simple touch got his neurons sparking. Tingling all over, he smeared the shaving cream along his boy’s calf and shin before roaming up past the knee and onto Jereme’s thigh. Stopping at the water’s edge, he saw the head of his stepson’s hard cock just peeking from the water.

  Ignoring it… until later, of course, he reached for one of the razors and began to shave his boy smooth. He made long, fluid strokes along Jereme’s leg. Once done, he repeated the same task with the other leg.

  “All done,” he murmured.

  “What about my chest hair?” Jereme asked.

  “The three little hairs you have?” Anson joked.

  Jereme narrowed his eyes. “There’s more than three. I counted six, thank you very much.”

  Anson laughed. “Well, come over here and we’ll take care of them if you want.”

  Jereme rose to his knees and crawled closer. Anson met his stare before spreading a little more foam to the space between his boy’s pecs. With a couple of swipes, the hair there was gone, too.

  Rising, he eyed Anson. Water cascaded down his body to splash on the surface. He reached for the base of his hard cock and smiled knowingly. He was baiting Anson in the best way possible. “And this?”

  “I like the hair there,” Anson murmured hotly.

  “But maybe it needs a little trimming? I wouldn’t want an overgrown bush for my daddy.”

  Anson lifted a brow and reached for the can. He sat down on the edge of the tub and prayed his hands weren’t shaking too much for such an intimate spot. He ignored the eager cock pointed in his direction. After swiping at a few key places, Anson carefully neatened up the patch. “How’s that?”

  “I don’t know… am I good, Daddy?”

  “Very good,” Anson said, his voice sounding raw to his own ears.

  Jereme pressed a gentle kiss to Anson’s cheek. “Thank you, Daddy.”

  Anson grabbed the back of his boy’s head and stole a more enjoyable kiss. Jereme mewled against his lips before moaning a few moments later. He ran a hand down his body and reached for his cock.

  “No,” Anson said, pulling back and grabbing Jereme’s wrist. “I told you that was mine. Didn’t you listen?”

  Jereme groaned, his lips parted. He panted for air… obviously excited.

  Good thing. I’m about to come in my fucking pants. “I bought something in the leather shop. Something you apparently need.”

  “Oh?” Jereme asked, his voice sounding a little airy and languid.

  “We’d better get you good and clean first.” Anson washed off the most important areas himself, refusing to let Jereme touch his cock—but then realized he needed his boy soft for his plans. Switching gears, he began to stroke Jereme’s hard cock slowly, his hand soapy wet.

  Jereme sighed, his hips beginning to move in time to Anson’s motions. “Oh, Daddy.”

  “Are you gonna come for me, baby?”

  Jereme began to pant and slid a hand onto Anson’s shoulder to hold on. “Yeah… I’m gonna come if you keep doing that. Oh yeah… that feels so good.”

  Anson watched Jereme’s beautiful face, as need blossomed. He loved seeing the desire mounting… and feeling the tension in Jereme’s body grow. After a couple more moments, he was eager to see Jereme explode. Moving his other hand around to Jereme’s backside, he pressed his middle finger against the tight band of nerves before slowly sinking inside.

  “Oh fuck,” Jereme cried as he began to tremble.

  “Be a good boy and come for Daddy.”

  Jereme’s body tensed up completely before he screamed Anson’s name. Seed shot from his body and down over Anson’s hand as Jereme finally came.

  When he’d come down off his release, he leaned onto Anson’s shoulder.

  “That was beautiful,” Anson whispered before cleaning both his hands and then his boy.

  Jereme smiled down at him. “What’s next?”

  “You need to be dry for stage two,” Anson said with a chuckle before helping Jereme out of the bath. He grabbed one of the massive bath sheets and began to dry his boy off. Once he was fairly sure Jereme was good, he led his boy out into the bedroom.

  He grabbed the bag and took a couple of things out first. Then he handed what was left to Jereme.

  “I got you some makeup. Not sure if it’s right, but I figure it’s better than nothing. You can buy whatever you want later.”

  Jereme eyed the contents and smiled. He raced back to the bathroom and began working his magic. Anson had seen women putting on makeup before and barely paid any attention. But this was different. He couldn’t get enough of watching Jereme doing anything. Leaning on the bathroom doorframe, he watched as his boy applied the little vials and tubes of things to his face.

  “How’d you know to get all this stuff?”

  “I didn’t. I walked in and said my teenager is just starting to wear makeup. What should I buy?”

  Jereme laughed in the mirror. “Not far from the truth.”

  Anson smiled.

  Once made up, Anson helped his boy into one of the corsets—the pretty one that he’d seemed s
o excited about. He tightened the ties and watched as Jereme’s body changed. It created a slight curve to the waist… which Jereme seemed to enjoy. He ran his hands up and down the corset, around his cinched waist. “Tighter.”

  “Are you sure?” Anson asked. He had little experience with corsets and didn’t want to make Jereme’s breathing too difficult.

  “Yes,” Jereme pleaded over one shoulder. “Just a little tighter… please, Daddy.”

  He searched the bit of Jereme’s face he could see and sensed his boy needed this. Anson drew on the ties more, the curve sharpening a little.

  Jereme’s breath caught, and he was almost sure it was more from the feeling of constriction than the corset itself. The atmosphere around Jereme had changed… his narrowed eye, his lips parted, the almost visible trembling of his stepson’s whole body. The air was charged with Jereme’s need, and all they needed was one match set to his flame before he was ignited.

  Anson reached for a pair of the silky stockings, only to be chided.

  “Not the black ones. I’m wearing cream with pink rosebuds. Cream or pink…”

  Anson shrugged and dropped the black ones. He lifted out another pair.

  “Those are white. Cream is off-white.”

  He peeked in the bag again and saw a pair in pale pink and figured he was safe there. Lifting them, he finally got the nod of approval. Smiling, he dropped to his knees at the side of the bed and began to open the package. He wanted to be the one to draw the sexy stockings up Jereme’s freshly shaven legs.

  Jereme stared down at him from his perch on the corner of the mattress. “I never expected anyone to ever be as excited as I am for me to wear this stuff. I figured I might have to hide it for the rest of my life.”

  Anson met Jereme’s gaze. “You had to have seen other men in lacy things online.”

  “Yeah… but how do you broach the subject with someone you’re with? I’ve literally avoided dating guys because I was terrified of the prospect—enough that the anxiety made my stomach hurt. At just the thought. To get up the nerve to actually do it?” He shook his head. “I spent my entire dating life afraid to be with anyone. How sad is that?”