David got himself off in record time, letting himself lay on the couch for a few moments, remembering it, playing it over and over. He gave a soft, moaned sigh and sat up, looking in the direction of Andrew's room. He went over, pressing his ear against the door.
What he heard made him freeze, and two parts of his mind battled for dominance. One part, the part that was Andrew's father first and nothing else second, felt guilt, shame. He wanted to beg Andrew's forgiveness. But that part of him was so horrified by what he had done, that one particularly loud sob simply broke it.
His mind couldn't cope with the idea that Andrew was this upset, especially over something he himself had done. So his mind refused it completely, and with the protestation now firmly dead in a ditch, he just gave a soft hum, moving away and into his own room.
A few hours later, there would be a knock on the door. David went to answer it eagerly, accepting the packages and taking them to his room. He unwrapped them with a grin. An Anal fleshlight and a dildo. It was much bigger than Andrew, undoubtedly, but it was the smallest he could get.
He looked at them for a while, trying to decide before figuring he could just do both. He pulled himself out, using the bottle of lube that had come with his purchases, and pushed into the fleshlight. He groaned loudly, not trying to hide the sound from his son's hearing, and shuddered deeply. He almost came in that moment, but he held back, shifting to start jerking himself off with it as he took the head of the dildo into his mouth.