Bit strict, but always willing to help sort out a problem with the wages.”“He was a bit ... distant. But, the rest were nice, even got me playing ...he piano,” Sam grinned.“Sam’s got a girlfriend,” Gregory began mocking in the background.“Not quite yet, short stuff,” Sam hit back, making his brother grimace as he had yet to hit any sort of growth spurt yet, unlike Sam.“Behave the pair of you,” Ronald warned. “Dinner’s just about ready, so go and wash.”Sam nodded; since the death of his mother. ”“At Nigella’s wake.”“Yep. I thought it was about him distracting me from my devastation, and maybe part of it was. But looking back at it, there was more intimacy. Like casual touches.”“Like flirting.”“Yeah. Maybe he was disappointed when I didn’t get it. Or maybe he was relieved. I would never have crossed that line, Joe.”“I know.”“But you were afraid I would.”“I was being stupid and prejudiced.”“You were. But your little experiment seems to have opened him up.”“Not an experiment. I think he. The slight chill from leaving the warm bed made me suddenly need to use the toilet badly. Master stepped to the toilet and noticed me squeezing my thighs together as I waited."Here," he said, stepping back, "sit." No, you go first." Sit, slave" he ordered, pointing at the toilet. I sat."Scoot back and spread your legs."When I had, Master levered his still hard cock down and began to pee into the gap between my legs. Unable to resist, I reached down with one hand, and spreading my labia, joined. I worked on changing the situation after a while.First – I started to be more suggestive and open around him. My actions changed some, I picked up some more femme clothes and began to (gently at first) flaunt my sexuality when he was around. Nothing changed but…I did catch him looking once in a while. That was a start.The big move came when, on a Saturday night, I picked-up a nice married guy about twice my age. I’d gone to a bar that was known as a gay hangout (this was before it was a common.