Staring up at Jeff's genuinely puzzled face, I cursed inwardly. The boy hadn't even stopped cooking while I was sucking him off — the stove was turned off now, scrambled eggs and pancakes laid artfully across two plates. How'd he stayed so level headed, even while he was moaning like that? I didn't even notice him move. Whatever was going on, it was so normal to Jeff that a morning blowjob didn't even phase him.
If I wanted any chance at figuring out what had happened, I had to play along.
"What's wrong?" Jeff said, bending down and giving me a look of real concern, "You look so worried."
I was so tall that he barely had to bend over to be at eye level with me while I was on my knees. I tried to calm my face, and looked down.
"I'm...just not used to this, I guess. It's all a bit overwhelming, sir."
I hoped that was vague enough that he wouldn't notice anything was wrong.
"What is? The new house?"
"I..." I began, fumbling for words. Fuck, I didn't know what to say. I shifted uncomfortably, and the friction of my shirt against my nipples sent another wave of arousal into my head. I gritted my teeth, and tried to hold onto the thought I was having.
"I don't know, it's just...god, why is it so hard to think..."
To my surprise, Jeff laughed.
"With a dick that big I'm surprised you can even form words when you're around me."
My confusion jolted me out of my arousal.
"I...what? What do you mean, sir?"
"Don't worry, I'm not complaining," Jeff went on, straightening up and leaning back against the counter, "I like the conversation. That's part of why I picked you. But come on, you're crazy hung. All the boys in the neighborhood are jealous."
His answer just confused me more.
"I...but, si- I mean, Jeff. What does that have to do with anything?"
At this, his expression turned genuinely concerned.
"Did your father never teach you? I mean, I know he was a bit of a shithead, leaving your dad and all that, but I assumed..."
He trailed off, and his gaze softened.
"Here," he said, "let's get that shirt off. You've had enough clothes for one morning, you should be comfortable."
As he reached down and pulled my shirt off, I didn't even care that I instinctually raised my arms and shifted my body to help him. I was lost in thought. So, even in this crazy world, my dad was still...what had Jeff called him? A shithead? Well, that was about right. In the back of my mind, I found myself thinking for a moment that maybe it was worth all this insanity to get out of the house, away from him.
"There," Jeff said, folding the shirt carefully, "feel better?"
I nodded gloomily. I did feel better, or at least less distractingly horny. But now I was kneeling on the floor, face covered in come, naked and bulging with so much muscle I felt like a freak show.
"I didn't realize your father never gave you the talk," Jeff said sympathetically, reaching down and wiping his cum off my face with the folded shirt, "I mean, we hooked up enough in high school I figured you knew the basics, but I guess for men it comes pretty naturally. Let me know if you need to take a minute. I'll keep your food warm."
I hated how grateful I felt that he sounded so kind.