Finally it was Saturday but Steven was entering his third day of the treatment from his father and he now struggled to sleep well. On this particular morning he was battling a cold sweat that accompanied some rather nightmarish dreams about some previous boyfriends of his. One dream sequence in particular had him running in terror from a bunch of naked men who wanted to have sex with him.
"Stay away from me!" Steven would yell inside of his dream. His heart was racing from sudden fear.
Waking up did not eliminate the sudden fear that seem to surround those naked-men visuals. After a shiver Steven vowed that he was taking a break from sex for a few days. The 100% flaccid dick of his agreed. Nowhere in his thought process did he think of his boyfriend and how it might affect the relationship.
There was one additional area of concern as Steven woke up: Never had he had precum so much that it penetrated the outer layer of his underwear. "Ew, what the fuck?" Steven felt rather pissed about the mess and decided to rip off his boxers and throw them in the corner of his room near the hamper. "That's disgusting!" He didn't realize there was an accumulating pile of them on the floor... "Ugh, I'll do laundry eventually." (A far cry from his usual OCD-mentality)
At breakfast Steven received another dose of hetero-medicine in the oatmeal from his father. "Dad is this a new flavor or something? It has a chalky taste to it." Steven's dad just watched intently as his son chowed down the meal. Toward the end of the meal Steven had resorted to shoving his hand down his pants to satisfy an itch. Steven's father was so shocked to see his son acting in such a crude manner that he decided to say something...
"Son, are you okay? Itching a lot?" The question brought Steven out of his daze...
"Oh, sorry!" He yanked his hand out of his crotch area now... "Sorry- I just-"
Steven's dad saw Steven try and justify his actions. "It's alright son, a man's gotta itch..."
At that, Steven smiled and scraped his bowl and headed off to school. As soon as he left his dad took a look in his son's bedroom and smelled a hint of musk that he'd not smelled before from his son's room. As he closed the bedroom door he saw his son's many gay posters hanging on his wall. "Soon enough son, soon enough."