Happy Easter everyone (who celebrates it)!

Chapter 36

Penguin had taken his bicycle to school that Monday, with the intention of going to Killer's home straight after. He didn't feel like walking at least twenty minutes. He had even packed his biology book, to make it look more convincing they would be working on biology.

He parked his bike in front of Killer's house and walked up to the door. Taking a deep breath, he rang the doorbell. There was the sound of footsteps on the stairs, stopping halfway, and then the sound of footsteps in the hallway. Penguin could hear the key turn in the lock, and the next moment the door was opened.

Kid looked annoyed at him. "You again?"

'It's just casual sex,' Law's words echoed through Penguin's head. Well, fuck his father for making him unable to look Kid in the eyes anymore. He tried to push the thought away. This wasn't his father's fuck buddy standing before him, it was Killer's dad. Just Killer's dad. God, this was so awkward.

"Uhm… yeah, me again," Penguin eventually managed to bring out. He heard some more footsteps on the stairs, and then Killer appeared next to his father.

Kid stuck out his arm as if to stop Killer from going outside. "Killer is grounded," he said to Penguin. "That means no visitors either."

"Oh, yeah." Penguin looked at Killer, who didn't say a thing, but stared back at him, waiting to see what would happen. "I was just wondering if we could work on our biology project. You don't want Killer to get behind on school, do you?" Penguin asked. It was unusually bold of him, but he felt like it was an argument Kid had to agree on.

"No," Kid said, looking deadpanned at him. It sounded like there was no discussion possible. "As in 'no, you cannot come in to work on your project.'"

"What? Dad!" Killer protested. "Just because I can't be at school, doesn't mean I can't do schoolwork! I don't wanna get behind too much!"

Penguin saw Kid roll his eyes, before he looked at his son. "Killer, go back to your room."

"You're not just punishing me with this, you're punishing Penguin as well!" Killer stayed where he was. "He'll get behind on the project too!"

Kid huffed. "I don't doubt that it's a punishment for him too. So, you should think about what consequences your actions have for others as well."

"That's not fair!" Penguin said, before he realized it. Shit, what was he doing, talking to Killer's dad like that?

Kid's head snapped back at him. "Well, my word is final. Do I have to call your dad or will you leave on your own?"

Penguin's face twisted in disgust. "Ugh, no, please don't call my dad. I'll leave." He threw Killer an apologetic look.

Killer looked back at him with a sad smile, and a look that said, 'thank you for trying.'

"I'll, eh, see you at school again then, I guess…" Penguin said, and he threw a slightly annoyed look at Kid, before turning to leave.

But Kid just smirked at him. "Give your father my regards."

Penguin took a slight detour when he went home, to get rid of his disappointment and embarrassment. He had been sure Kid would let him in, but apparently not. He sighed when he parked his bike. Maybe Killer would come up with something so they could meet later this week.

He opened the door and after hanging up his coat, he kicked off his shoes. He walked towards the living room and dropped his backpack on the first couch, like he usually did.

"Ah, you're finally home," his father said. He was sitting on the opposite couch, looking as if he'd been waiting for his son. On the table were two cups of tea, together with a cloth that was obviously covering some objects. "Come sit with me for a moment."

Penguin raised his eyebrows at the serious tone of his father's voice and eyed the contents of the table suspiciously. What was his father so obviously hiding?

"What's going on?" he asked, while he sat down next to his dad.

Law handed him one of the cups of tea and sighed. "Listen, we've gotta talk about something." He sat back with his own tea and gently blew on it. "And I know this is not something you want to talk to me about, and believe me, I'd rather not talk to you about either, but it's important."

"Oh God," Penguin said, beginning to get an idea where this was headed. He wondered if there was a way out of it.

"Promise me you won't walk away."

Penguin shook his head. "I will promise no such thing."

"Penguin, please." Law looked at him seriously.

Penguin turned his head away from his father. "Fine. Say whatever you have to say, but know that we get sex ed at school."

Law chuckled. "You're such a smart boy. But I'm guessing they don't teach you a whole lot about gay sex at school. And I don't know – nor do I want to know – how far you and Killer have gone already, but I want you to be prepared for whenever you're ready to go there. Unless… you've already gone all the way with Killer? In that case, just tell me, so we can skip this."

Penguin had never felt his face become so hot so fast. "No! We haven't… And they actually do tell something about gay sex at school… if you ask for it."

"Really?" Law asked surprised. "Did you ask for it?"

"Yeah," Penguin said, not daring to look his father in the face.

"Huh." Law sounded impressed. "So, what did they tell you?"

Penguin's face felt so hot he was sure it was on fire. "I'm not gonna repeat that to you."

Law sighed. "Okay… Did they tell you about lube?"

"Yeah." Penguin cast a look at the table, wondering, or rather dreading, what was underneath the cloth.

"Did they tell you to use a condom?" His father continued his interrogation.

"Yeah, of course."

"Why?"

Penguin rolled his eyes. "To prevent STDs."

Law hummed shortly, as if he wasn't completely pleased with that answer, but went on anyway. "Did they talk about the importance of stretching?"

"Yes!" Pengun said embarrassed. "Are we done now?"

"Not nearly," his father answered. "Did they talk about douching?"

Penguin stayed silent as he tried to think of what his father could mean by 'douching'. He hadn't had a clue. "I… don't think so," he admitted at last, looking at his father from the corner of his eyes.

Law looked victorious. "Did they say anything about positions?"

"No, of course not!" Penguin couldn't fathom why they would talk about sex positions at school, or why his father even wanted to talk about that.

Law shrugged. "Might be more important than you'd think." He leaned forward to place his cup on the table. "Okay, it's good to hear they teach you some basics, but there is certainly more to it." He looked at his son. "Fortunately, you've got an expert in the house."

Penguin clenched his teeth together. "How fortunate," he said sarcastically.

Law grabbed the piece of fabric and carefully lifted it from the table.

Penguin's eyes widened as he looked at the objects that had appeared from underneath the cloth. Sure, it didn't compare to what he'd found in his father's nightstand, but he was still shocked that Law would show him all this – even if he couldn't identify all the objects.

Law picked up a small box and threw it to his son. "These are for you to try out. Try one on yourself when you're alone. If they don't fit, you need to measure yourself and buy other ones. Just order them online if you're embarrassed to go to a shop."

Penguin looked mortified at the box in his hand, containing eight condoms.

"Of course, you need to buy your own when you've worked your way through that box. Never reuse one," Law warned him. "I take it they taught you how to put one on at school?"

Penguin nodded, but wondered why his father had told him where his own stash of condoms was, if he was going to give him this anyway. It could have saved him a trauma.

"Good," Law said. "Like you said, condoms can help prevent STDs, but they also help against bacteria, and they have some lubricant on them, to make everything work more smoothly. So, always use a condom."

Penguin didn't dare to look at his father, as he remembered how Killer had given him head twice, without condom. He wondered if it would still make a difference if they started using condoms now… Sure, okay, bacteria seemed like a good reason, but for STD's… would it make a difference? He had tried a quick Google search, a few days back, but hadn't been able to find a good answer.

He collected all his courage and opened his mouth. "So, dad…"

"Hm?" Law looked at him.

Penguin stared at the box in his hands. "I was wondering… just purely hypothetical…" Penguin felt the heat rise in his face again and already regretted starting this question. But he couldn't stop now. "Just imagine you had like… oral sex… without a condom, once…. Would it still make a difference if you started using a condom the next time?"

Law closed his eyes and buried his face in his hand. "Oh, Penguin…" he said in a disappointed tone.

"Purely hypothetical!" Penguin defended himself, though his head had the color of a tomato.

Law looked him in the eyes and sighed. "Yes. Still use a condom the next times. But also get an STD test, please. You can easily make an appointment with the doctor. They won't judge you. I can go with you, if you're nervous."

"Dad, no!" Penguin exclaimed. God, he wished the ground would just swallow him up. "It was a hypothetical question, it didn't happen!"

Law sighed again. "Fine. But please, if it did happen, you should both get tested. Anyway, still use a condom next time." He seemed to think about something. "Technically… if you'd both get tested and you're both clean, you could perform fellatio without a condom, as long as you are exclusive, of course. But I got the impression that you were."

"Yes, of course we're exclusive!" Penguin said, his face still red. "But… ehm… what's fellatio?"

Law chuckled. "A blowjob. But… using a condom is never a bad idea. Especially with anal sex, even if you have been tested."

Penguin nodded. Fuck, this was so embarrassing. He so didn't want to talk about this to his father.

"Good." Law seemed to accept that as enough talk about condoms, and picked up a bottle next. He showed it to Penguin, who could only stare. "Lubricant," Law explained. "This is a great water-based one. You don't want to use oil-based lubricants, as they break down the latex in the condom." He put the bottle down again. "Use lots of it. The more you use, the easier and more pleasurable it will be."

Penguin tried really hard to push his embarrassment aside and take in everything his father said. Because even though he didn't want to hear all this from his dad, he did want to know all this information.

Law picked up the next item. It was a bulb-like object with a long, thin end. "Do you know what this is?"

Penguin looked horrified at it. "No…" he said quietly.

Law snorted. "Don't look so scared, it's nothing bad." He seemed to think about how to continue for a moment. "I'm guessing it will be the first time for both you and Killer, when - if you're going to do it. That probably means you don't know whether you want to be a top or a bottom yet, or if you're a vers, and want to change positions."

"Dad, what the hell!" Penguin exclaimed, embarrassed. He did not want to talk about that at all with his father.

"Listen," Law said in a soothing tone. "You've got to figure that out for yourselves. That's none of my business. But," he continued, "this is for the person who is going to be the bottom, the receiving party."

He took a deep breath. "Before you start having sex, you want to make sure everything is clean down there, right? This is a douching bulb, or enema bulb, whatever you want to call it. It helps you with the cleaning. In short, you fill this with water, put it up your ass, and squeeze it."

Penguin put his empty teacup and the box of condoms on the table with a face of disgust. "That's the least sexy thing I've ever heard."

"Good," Law said. "It isn't meant to be sexy. The sexy part is what comes after it. This is just meant to get you clean. Now the end is hard, and you'll want to stretch yourself a bit first, before you use this. And lube up everything. Put lube on your finger when stretching, and put lube on the nozzle when you put this in. Make sure you're either in the shower or on the toilet when you're doing this. The best position is to put one leg up, letting it rest on the toilet or the bathtub or whatever, before you put it in."

"Yeah, this is TMI," Penguin said. "I don't want to hear this."

Law rolled his eyes and put down the douching bulb. "Fine, figure it out yourself."

He stood up and was going to walk away, but then he stopped himself and sighed. "You know what? No." He sat back down. "I don't want to have to bring you to the hospital because something went wrong, so you're gonna listen until I'm done."

He picked up the bulb again. "Form your hands into a bowl and hold them above your teacup," he ordered.

Slightly scared by his father's mention of the hospital, Penguin did as he said. Law put the nozzle in the bowl his son formed with his hands, and squeezed the bulb. Lukewarm water spurted out of it.

"This is how warm it should be," Law said. "Not warmer, or you'll risk burning your insides. So, it has to be a lot cooler than the water you use to shower." He put the bulb back on the table. "Just tab water is fine, but even better is when you add a little bit of salt. Half a teaspoon per cup of water. Now, when you've inserted the nozzle, squeeze as much water inside as feels comfortable. The bulb is designed so you won't be able to do too much, which could happen if you'd use a shower hose." He looked at Penguin to see if he was still listening. "So, once you've squeezed it, take the nozzle out and try to hold the water in for a little bit. Then release it. Check to see if the water is clean. If not, repeat it until the water comes out clean."

The last bit of water had dripped off Penguin's hands into the previously empty teacup, and he stared at it with a sour face. That did not sound appealing at all.

"You don't have to do this," Law commented. "You can have sex without douching, but it might get messy. Besides, douching also helps fight off bacteria, so I do recommend it. However, doing this too much can cause some health problems, so keep it at a three times a week maximum. And honestly, as long as you're eating enough fibers, things will usually go pretty smooth anyway, and you won't need to clean too much."

Penguin looked at him. That was the reason his father was always so focused on eating enough fibers?! He felt like throwing up.

Law leaned back into the couch and crossed his arms, while looking at Penguin with a slight smirk on his lips. "Do you know what the last items are?"

Penguin stared at the three black items. They had the same shape but varied in size. Penguin had seen items like that before. He knew what they were. What he didn't know, was why the fuck his father had put them on the table. He took a deep breath. "They're butt plugs."

Law's smirk grew bigger. "Oh, so you know, huh? Yes, they're sex toys. But that's not necessarily why I got them for you. I've talked about stretching before. You've got to realize that you can't just go for the big prize right away. Both of you, whoever is going to be the bottom. At least not if you don't want any tears in your anus. If you want to be safe, it's best to build up, to get used to the feeling. Start with a finger, maybe two, and then you can move on to these guys." He nodded towards the butt plugs. "These are made especially for beginners, so you can get used to it. I just wanted to make sure you wouldn't start putting things up your ass that aren't specifically made for it. Because before you know it, it gets sucked in and you'll need to have surgery. These plugs are shaped for anal use, so that can't happen."

Penguin looked at his father with raised eyebrows. "Did you buy them for me?"

Law shrugged. "I bought all of these things for you. You don't think I'm letting you use my stuff?"

"Ew, gross."

"My thoughts exactly," Law said. "But let's make one thing clear; I didn't buy them to encourage you to have sex. You're still a little boy in my eyes, and if it were up to me, you wouldn't have sex for at least three more years." He sighed. "But I also know that you're fifteen, almost sixteen, and now that you have a boyfriend, it's bound to happen anyway, whether I like it or not. So, put them away in your room or whatever and use them only when you're ready to go there. I know Killer is a little older than you, so don't force yourself to do things you're not ready for, just because he wants it. You should be able to tell him that. Communication is the key. Thumb rule: if you can't talk about sex with your partner, you're not ready for the act itself."

Penguin stared at the items on the table and a short silence followed, indicating to Penguin that his father was done talking. "Okay. Great talk," he said, as he stood up and retrieved his bag from the other couch. He opened it and put the items from the table in it as quickly as possible.

"Oh, I almost forgot." Law reached into the pocket of his hoody. "I said something about positions earlier. I won't tell you the details myself, but read this instead." He handed a flyer to Penguin. "I got that from the sex clinic at the hospital."

The flyer read 'Best Positions for Anal Sex – Without Hitting that Wall'. Penguin quickly tucked it away in his bag. He would read that later.

"I'm going to my room," he announced.

"Sure." Law smiled. "And Penguin… if you ever have any questions, please just ask me."

Penguin took a deep breath. "Fine," he said, and he walked upstairs. He'd rather ask the internet before ever having to talk to his dad about sex again. Still, there was one thing he was actually kind of curious about, that he couldn't ask the internet.

He put his bag down on the ground, and walked back. Halfway down the stairs, he sat down. "Dad?"

When Law looked up at him, he continued. "How old were you when you first had sex?"

Law smiled. "Twenty-one," he said without blinking.

It took Penguin only two seconds to do the math and know that that was a lie by at least two years. He looked at his father, deadpanned. "Is that your way of telling me I'm adopted?"

Law chuckled. "No, but you're sharp." Then he took a deep breath. "I wish I could say I was at least eighteen, but I won't lie. I was sixteen when I had sex for the first time."

"And… your first gay sex?" Penguin asked, but he was somehow afraid of the answer.

His father chuckled again. "Sixteen. Believe it or not, I actually had gay sex before I had straight sex. It was awful, though. It might have been part of why I switched to straight sex for a while. Besides the whole hiding-in-the-closet thing."

"Why?" Penguin asked, before he realized he might not want to hear the answer. "Why was it awful?"

But Law just smiled. "Because I didn't have a father who told me about these things. I had to figure everything out for myself. And sometimes you learn the hard way then."

TBC~!