My Beautiful Boy Curious Boy

I couldn’t have been gone more than 5 minutes before I returned back to my room to grab my phone when I saw Richie throwing himself down on the bed, face down and grinding like a cat in heat.
I didn’t know what he was doing, but it was clear I stumbled upon a private moment. I playfully asked what he was doing, curious by this behavior. He quickly jumped up and moved himself into a position where he was hiding something behind him. What was I supposed to do? I walked over and asked to see what he had. To my surprise, he was holding my jock in his hand, clutching it like it was some secret, precious thing he didn’t want me to see. My jock. My sweaty, well worn jock that was still covered in the scent of my nuts.