Kasper's Prince Charming

Chapter 34 - Seeing Your Parents

I accidentally saw something I wasn't supposed to see.

Amir had left early for class. He wanted to get some things done so he could be back in time to take me to the photo shoot for the new Hamzi Shoes promotion this afternoon.

He let me sleep in knowing I needed to look nice for the pictures. As uncomfortable as he was with me doing modeling, he was trying his best to be supportive. He wanted to cancel it, but his father had already made the arrangement and things were booked.

I woke up, and the little house I shared with Amir and his family in the sprawling Hamad compound was quiet. I went out to the kitchen and saw there was a bowl of fruit and breakfast things I couldn't readily identify. I knew they would be super healthy and more attuned to the Middle Eastern palate than my own. I was starting to get used to the taste of things here.

I went down to Amir's room and the door was open with no one inside. I checked Ali's room next and the door was slightly ajar. I nudged it gently and saw Ali sprawled out on his back fast asleep.

He had pushed off the covers and was laid out in a small pair of black briefs. I didn't get close enough to see his bulge, though that was the first thought in my head.

I quietly closed his door and went back towards my room. I thought about lying down again, but I had slept enough and my mind was racing with thoughts of what I should wear for the photo shoot.

Just as I thought to go ask Emerson, I heard noises coming from their bedroom. This house has somewhat heavy soundproofing so I couldn't make out what they were saying.

I nudged the door open to see what he was doing. I didn't want to embarrass him if he was doing anything weird like picking his nose or singing. I don't know what he does on his own, but sometimes I do things I don't want other people finding.

And that's when I saw it.

Emerson was in their room along with Mr. Hamad.

The thick, muscled Arab patriarch had his small-framed, pale husband bouncing on his lap. Emerson had his arms around Mr. Hamad's neck and they were making out as the darker man rubbed his back and plowed his ass with a shaft like one of those novelty dildos you think no one would ever be stupid enough to put inside them.

I watched as Emerson's muscled ass, toned from years of yoga, took the endless supply of cock his husband fed him.

I should have quietly closed the door and turned away... I should have. But I froze. It was the hottest thing I'd ever seen and my primal instinct wouldn't let me move my feet.

I heard the smacking of their lips and watched Mr. Hamad grope Emerson's bubbled butt as his cock went in and out of his lover. Mr. Hamad's dark, low-hanging balls swung wildly between his thighs as he seeded his boy.

And then it stopped.

"Kasper!" Mr. Hamad boomed and I turned my head behind me as though I wasn't sure he was talking to me.

"Oh!" Emerson called out and grabbed a fistful of blanket to cover them.

"I... I'm sorry! I'm so! I didn't see anything!" I lied though they were a few feet away.

"It's ok. It's ok, little one. What do you need?" Mr. Hamad took a deep breath and tried to sound parental as he pulled the cover around Emerson's back and kept his on his lap.

"No... I... Amir is gone and I thought everyone else was gone too," I said and backed out of the doorway. I turned my eyes down to look at the floor, not sure where my shame could hide.

"It's all right. Just please knock next time. Are you hungry? There is breakfast prepared. Go and eat. I'll be out in a few minutes." He said as Emerson turned to look at me. He didn't seem embarrassed anymore. They were pretty open with their love for each other, but still.  Felt my pulse quicken as I slowly awoke from the shock.