The sales clerk who approached was not swishy but carried himself in way that his sexual preferences were no doubt. He closed on Carter, placed a hand familiarly on his elbow, smiled broadly and said:
“What can I do for you?”
Carter smiled. The man was professional but the invitation was obvious. “Could I look around for a bit? We are having a Halloween party and I am more looking for ideas than ready to purchase!”
The salesman beamed at him. “Certainly! My name is Allen. I and the other salesman will be here to help you. If you see something you want to try on, the dressing rooms are behind the curtains!”
The emphasis on the word try caused Carter’s smile to broaden. “Thank you, Allen!”
Carter wandered through the store, touching and feeling the costumes. He had no real idea of what he wanted. He wandered into the dimly lit BDSM room. Some of the costumes looked interesting. He and Caitlin tended to play a little rough sometime. Maybe they could work on a BDSM theme together.
He saw a leather female jerkin. It was little more than a leather bra with shoulder straps. The leather panty was bikini style. His in initial mental image of Caitlin in that suggestive outfit faded to be replaced by his mother’s image.
Out of the corner of his eye, he thought he saw a familiar figure move past the door of the BDSM room toward the back of the shop. He stepped to the door just in time to see Allen lead Tom Crafton into the dressing rooms.
A chill moved over his body. He glanced around and saw the other sales clerk was busy with customers. He moved quickly and quietly to the hall leading to the dressing rooms. Soft moans emanated from the furthest one. He stealthily moved toward the sound, his stomach tied in knots.
He stopped just outside the curtained dressing room. He could hear wet slurping sounds. He reached slowly out with his hand. He used his fingertips to create a small opening.
Allen’s back was partially to him. His starched and pressed jeans lay at his ankle. His enormous cock stuck out from his white cotton jockeys. At the end of that tool, on his knees, was his father, hungrily sucking Allen’s cock.
Carter felt a cold sweat break out all over him. He knew now what he suspected before. His dad was bisexual.
Frozen, Carter watched his father expertly bob on Allen’s cock. Somehow, he always knew. Little niggling bits of life’s scenes flooded into his mind. Johnny used to work at the costume shop. He recalled Caitlin’s husband, Johnny, and dad were unusually close. It was dad who suggested, nay, insisted they live in the coach house after they got married. The fact that Johnny had not fought marrying Caitlin. He suspected it was not his baby. However, that would get him closer to his lover, Tom Crafton.
Carter was a twenty first century person. What his father did was his business as long as it did not damage the family. Being bisexual was a life style choice. Maybe dad was gay. If so, in fairness to mom, he needed to let her know. What had Miss Curry said to him once? “You can’t run with the foxes and lay with the hounds!”