Page 71 of Collin: Episodes 1-3
Snack finished and hydration accomplished, Mr. Reevesworth led Collin across the central hall of the museum and into the traveling exhibit on aqueducts. Collin lost himself in the artifacts and diagrams for an unknown amount of time before Mr. Reevesworth’s hand on his elbow brought him back.
“Collin, do you have something to ask?”
Collin blushed. He glanced over his shoulder. Although there were two couples and a lone teenager in the large room, they were all quite separate from them.
“I just forgot, sir. Like I wasn’t in my body. Does that still count as…” He dropped his eyes, unable to say the rest of his thought.
“That very much depends on what you do next.”
Collin shifted his weight between his feet. “Would you, please, help me in the men’s room, sir?” His voice sounded strangled and barely there to his own ears. He glanced up. Evidently it had been loud enough to be heard by his dom but, thankfully, no one else.
Mr. Reevesworth looked indulgent and pleased. Collin gripped the bottom of his shirt. How was he supposed to stay respectable and “normal” when someone was looking at him in a way that made him want to melt or go to his knees? He dropped his eyes.
Mr. Reevesworth put his hand on Collin’s shoulder. “Of course. This way.”
How are we going to pull this off in public? Surely, he knows what he’s doing? Will we even both fit inside a stall?
They entered the restroom together. Mr. Reevesworth held out the key to the cage. “Tell me if you have a problem.” And then he entered one of the stalls himself.
Collin blinked, standing in the middle of the room, the small key warm in his hand from where it had lain against Mr. Reevesworth’s skin.
That’s it?
You seriously made this into a bigger issue than you needed to.
Collin laughed out loud and clutched the small key in his hand. It wasn’t something he wanted to drop here.
From having Mr. Reevesworth help him several times already, Collin was able to somewhat easily release the plug at the end of his dick without issue. It still felt odd–the rod sliding out of him–but the urge to release his bladder was strong.
It was only when he had to reinsert the rod into himself that his stomach rebelled. He leaned against the side of the stall and squeezed his eyes shut.
Just do it. Come on, get it together. You’re an adult. You can do this.
Not that most adult men did do this to themselves.
He sighed and rubbed his face.
“Problem?” Mr. Reevesworth’s voice came from just outside his stall. “We’re alone.”
“I can’t put it back in. Like, my hands are shaking.”
“Open the door.”
Collin obeyed.
In an instant, Mr. Reevesworth was in front of him with an arm around his waist, holding him. “Let me see.”
Collin pushed back against the side of the stall so Mr. Reevesworth could reach down and take his dick in hand. He caught the key from Collin’s shaking fingers between two of his own and plucked the plug from Collin’s other fist.
“It takes time to learn. Here.” He slid the plug in at once and secured the lock. “Done. Good boy.”
He kissed Collin on the forehead and stepped away. Collin zipped up his pants and flushed. The things he was willing to do to hear Mr. Reevesworth say those words again were not fit for mixed company.
A knock came at the door. Collin flinched and looked over. There was a small plastic wedge under the door, keeping it shut.
Mr. Reevesworth smiled and checked Collin over, then slowly went to the door, and picked up the wedge. He placed it into his pocket and opened the door. No one was outside. Collin looked left and right. At the end, a man in a big brown jacket was hustling away. Collin started toward him. Mr. Reevesworth caught him by the arm.
“It won’t hurt him to go to the other bathroom, and then you don’t have to come up with an explanation.”
