A/N -- Hey guys, apologies for the issue regarding whatever happened before. Submitted what you'll read below but something clearly went wrong!
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Tom chuckled to himself as he watched Steven slowly freaking out as zero hour approached, the moment his mother and sister were to arrive for their visit. He'd been out of the house for two months now, and apart from meeting for lunch a couple of times, they had spent their time communicating by phone calls and messaging.
"Sweetheart," he finally called, Steven stopping to look at him, smiling at his pet name, one of many he had in the house, "Calm down. Your mother and sister are just coming for lunch to say hello and we'll also let them know the slight change in circumstance. Otherwise, it's life as usual, except we won't be naked. The guys will be by the pool, so we'll have a little privacy, but your mother certainly won't mind them being around."
Steven walked towards him, wrapping his arms around his broad frame. "Just nervous. I'm about to introduce my boyfriend to my mother and sister. I'm a nervous wreck. I'm sorry."
"No need to apologise. Do you need to cum to calm down?"
"No, it's not that."
"Want to make me cum?"
Steven laughed. "You just want a blowjob!"
"Can you blame me for wanting your soft lips wrapped around my cock, eager to cum in your mouth again?"
Tom was smiling within thirty seconds, the fly of his trousers pulled down with soft lips wrapped around his cock. Steven gazed up at him, eager to please his lover, and also desperate to make him cum. Steven had told him all about his experience at the gloryhole that first time, and they'd been back twice more. The second time, he stood in the stall and watched him, smiling as he was ever so happy. But when he saw the sparkle in his eyes as he was called a 'slut', 'little slut' or 'cum slut', he knew this was language he could perhaps use from time to time with him.
"Yeah, you love my cock, don't you, my little slut?" he asked Steven. His eyes lit up as he took more of his cock in his mouth. "You want my cum, don't you?"
"God yes," he replied, lips immediately wrapped around his shaft again.
"Good boy. Suck my cock. Earn my cum. Fucking love you, by the way."
Steven definitely smiled at him, hearing those words from him. Tom would admit he loved hearing them in return, and he knew how much it meant to Steven to hear those words from him. Quickly enough, his head was bobbing up and down, hands working his shaft and balls at the same time, doing all he could to milk his cock of cum, desperate to taste his seed.
"That's my little cum slut, you'll get it soon," he said softly.
"Your cum slut," Steven whispered.
Steven earned his cum within a couple more minutes. The young man was now skilled at blowjobs, particularly when it came to pleasing Tom, though he knew his seven housemates thought he was fantastic. Helped that Steven was ever so eager to take a cock in his mouth, never leaving the house each morning during the week before classes without bringing at least one of them to climax. More than once, he'd done things like add cum to his morning coffee, spread it on toast, or added it to cereal. When he wasn't swallowing it, he loved taking loads on the face, and each of their phones had photos of his face, chest, back and arse covered in their seed. The only thing they hadn't done yet was film themselves. He knew Steven wanted that, wanted to see a thick cock pounding his tight little arse.
His new boyfriend was completely and utterly open-minded, willing to try nearly anything at least once. "I'm making up for lost time," Steven admitted, "Nearly my entire year group at school was having sex. Suzy and I seemed to be one of only a few who'd gone entirely untouched during our entire time. Now I can try all the things I've wanted to do with people I respect and love."
Tom admitted he'd do anything for Steven in return. He wanted him to have all the experiences he'd already been fortunate enough to participate in.
Helping Steven up to his feet, he put his cock back inside his underwear as Steven wiped his mouth, checking to see he didn't have any cum left on his face. Checking his breath, he shrugged and giggled to himself. "Well, let's hope my mother doesn't recognise cum breath," he stated. Tom laughed. He couldn't help it.
Hearing the intercom buzz, Tom opened the gate and asked Angela to park where she'd done so last time. Taking Steven's hand, they walked outside as the car was parked, Steven walking and then jogging as his mother appeared. As he watched him hug his mother, seeing her squeeze him tightly, able to see she was almost sobbing, Tom had to look away from such a private moment. He knew Steven still missed his mother. He admitted bluntly that he'd always be a 'mummy's boy'.
Clearly wiping his cheeks, he then hugged his little sister tightly. Seeing the smile on her face and glee in seeing her big brother, it was obvious the affection they also shared. Taking each of them by the hand, he led them towards Tom. "Mum, you've already met Tom. Becky, this is Tom. He's my boyfriend."
Tom enjoyed the shocked glance from Angela. Becky giggled and offered her hand. Tom hugged her instead, earning an even louder giggle. "You love my brother?" she asked softly.
"I do. A lot."
"Good. Look after him for us."
"I will. I promise."
"Boyfriend?" Angela asked.
"Yes, Mum. Boyfriend. I love him."
More tears as Angela hugged her son tightly, and he was soon roped in to hug the both of them, and Becky joined in to make it a proper group hug. "Tom, I'd love to say welcome to the family but... ugh... Becky and myself will certainly adore any man who loves my son and her brother."
"Does Dad suspect anything?"
"Oh, he's pretty much convinced you're a 'sissy' and a 'little poof'." Angela sighed. "I'm tired of it, sweetie. The twins are even worse. My husband and two of my children are narrow-minded bigots."
"Let's head inside and chat. The guys have prepared some lunch for us."
As the family sat at the table, Tom grabbed some drinks for them before he started plating up some fresh lasagna made by Jim, who had categorically stated it was just like mother used to make. Tom didn't know whether to believe that, but he certainly did produce fresh, authentic Italian food without a problem. A side salad was also provided as he joined Steven and his family.
"Mum, were you going to suggest something earlier? About Dad..."
