Taxi Ride

By: Jeff B
(© 2013 by the author)

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I’ve been driving a cab in Denver about five months now, and I’ve had my share of strange passengers; as well as the usual drunks on Friday and Saturday nights, and people who wait until their flight is being called before they decide to leave for the airport. I haven’t delivered any babies yet, but I’m sure it’s only a dispatch call away one of these days. I usually work days, but on the weekends I pick up a night shift because the money is great. Drunk people are pretty free with the cash by 2 am, providing they have any left. I mean, I’m glad people are calling for rides instead of driving drunk, but the tips are usually great.

It’s now Saturday night (or rather Sunday morning) about 1 am. The bars haven’t even begun to close yet, but I get a call from my dispatcher telling me there’s a fare at a country-western gay bar downtown. I’m only about a mile away from the place so I head over there and park out front. I walk into the place and ask the bartender if he knows who called for the cab. He points to this young guy, about 25, sitting by himself by the pool table. I give the guy a once over, thinking to myself, “very cute, but incredibly drunk.” He seems to be having a hard time just sitting up on the stool he’s parked on. I walk over to the guy and tell him I have a taxi waiting for him out front. He looks at me, smiles then tries to stand up. Well, 2 out of 3 ain’t bad, he got the looking and the smiling part accomplished, but the standing isn’t going to happen by himself.

I help him stand up and lead him out the front door, while holding him up by his arm as we walk. When I get him out to the car, I lean him up against the side while I open the back door, then turn him and sit him down inside. After I’ve got his legs in and get him all buckled up, I shut the door then go around and get behind the wheel. I turn around and ask him where he’d like to go.

He smiles at me and says, “Your house.”

I laugh. “Not tonight.”

He looks at me, nods then gives me his address. I start the meter and head toward his place.

Between walking him out to the car, and stealing glances at him through the mirror while at a light, I get a good eye full. He is very cute. Stands about 5’ 9”, probably weighs about 150 or so, has brown curly hair, brown eyes and the beginnings of a beard he’s trying to grow. I also noticed when I was walking him out to the car that he has a really cute ass, which was nice and visible through the snug Levi’s he’s wearing.

As we’re driving along he’s kind of talking/mumbling something, then suddenly, in a clear voice, says, “Gay men in this city suck!”

I chuckle, look in the mirror and say, “It wouldn’t be much fun if we didn’t.”

I guess he didn’t catch the “we” in that statement, because he goes on to say, “Oh, hell, another comedian. Anyway, all they fuckin’ want is to get laid. They don't want to know your name; they don't care about you; just your ass or your cock.”

I can’t say that I disagree with him. I pulled myself out of the dating game about 3 years ago for that very reason. I’m going on the idea of ‘been there and done that’ and I’ve had enough. Now, at 40 years old, I’m happy with the way things are in my life. It get’s lonely sometimes, but I sure as hell don't miss the games.

I look in the mirror at him and say, “You’re sure right about that.”

He looks in the mirror at me, smiles and says, “You’re cute!”

I blush, laugh and tell him, “Thanks, so are you.”

He smiles then kind of nods out again.

After pulling into his apartment complex I ask him to guide me to the building he lives in. He points to the one directly in front of me and says, “That one, right there. Can you find it?”

I look at him and say, “Oh, hell, another comedian.” He laughs and says he’s sorry.

I pull into a parking space at the building he’s pointed to and turn the meter off. I turn around and tell him the price. He leans over in the seat to dig his wallet out and falls all the way over, laughing while doing it. I just look at him and smile. He finally gets his wallet out and hands me a $50.00 bill. I tell him I don't have any change and he waves me away saying, “Keep it.” Now in good conscience I can’t accept that much money for a $12.00 fare and tell him as much. He puts a finger to his lips to shush me then reaches for the door handle. Once he has the door open he climbs out, using the car to hold himself up, but as soon as he closes the door he’s on his ass on the pavement; laughing. I turn the car off, get out and help him up, all the while he’s laughing his ass off. I ask him if he’s ok. He can’t answer just yet. After a couple of minutes, he grabs his ass, rubs it and says, “Owwww!” I can’t help but laugh now.

At this point I’ve pretty much decided he’s never going to make it inside by himself. I lean him up against the car again, tell him, “Stay!” and get back in the driver’s seat to turn the lights off and call dispatch and tell them I’m 10-7 for about 15 minutes. I hit the power lock button and close the door. He’s still standing right where I left him with a look on his face like a hurt puppy.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m waiting for my Scooby snack and you didn’t give me one.”

I look at him like he’s lost his mind, not getting the connection between the “Stay!” command and his statement. He starts laughing again, then says, “Sit! Roll over!” I finally catch on to what he’s talking about and start laughing too.

“Look, I’m sorry about the stay command; I didn’t mean it that way. I just didn’t want you falling down again.”

“No problem. But you should’ve seen your face when I asked for my Scooby snack. That was fuckin’ priceless.” He then starts laughing all over again.

“Jeez, I’m glad I can keep you entertained. Now would you like to try walking again?” I said this while smiling so he didn’t think I was pissed about it.

“If you insist.” He took one step and stumbled, but I was there to catch him and haul him back up. I grabbed his left arm, swung it over my shoulder, then grabbed him by the waist with my right arm and started slowly walking toward the door.

“If you wanted to dance you just had to ask.” He said, giggling some more.

“I didn’t think you’d accept so I just took the lead.”

“Playing butch on me huh?” he says.

“Baby, I’m all butch; I don't have to play at it.” I reply looking at him.

“Damn! You are, aren’t ya?”

“Yep.”

He just looks up at me, smiles again and says, “You’re fuckin’ cute when you’re all butch.”

“Gee thanks. I was hoping you’d tell me I’m cute all the time.”

He looks at me again, with a really serious look on his face, studying mine and says, “You are.”

Now I’m blushing like a school girl and I hope like hell he doesn’t notice. It’s not often I get hit on by a cute twenty-something guy, even though I know he’s drunk off his ass. What can I say, I blush easily.

We finally stagger our way to his door and stop in front of it. I look at him and ask him to get his keys out so we can unlock the door.

“You gotta reach for ‘em.” He tells me.

“Let me guess, you have ‘em hooked to a cock ring.”

He giggles and says, “Damn! I wish I’d thought of that now. But no, they’re in my pocket and you gotta get ‘em out.”

“What, you don't think I will?” I tell him.

“I was hoping you would.”

“What was all of this about guys just wanting in your pants? Now here you are offering me to reach in to your pocket.” I ask him with a smile on my face.

“You’re right, but the difference is I’m offering and they just wanted to take it.”

“OK” I reach into his right jeans pocket searching for his keys, but no dice. So I reach into his left pocket, find them and pull them out. All the while he’s giggling and looking at me.

I look back at him and he asks me, “What’s your name?”

“Jeff, what’s yours?”

“Brody. Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to me you, too, Brody. Let’s get you inside and settled.” Figuring out which key was for the door was a no-brainer; there were only two keys on the ring and one was a car key.

Once I got the door open, I guided him inside, found the light switch and turned it on, and sat him down in a nearby chair. He grabbed my hand as I was straightening back up, looked in my eyes again and said, “Thank you, baby.”

“You’re very welcome Brody.”

“You’re probably as straight as they come, aren’t ya?” he says while still looking into my eyes.

“You’d be surprised. I’m every bit as crooked as you are, Brody.”

He laughs and says, “Yeah, whatever. I see you as married with a house full of kids and 2.5 dogs.”

I laugh and tell him, “I think that’s supposed to be 2.5 kids and a dog. And no, not married, and no rugrats or dogs either. I’m gay, single and my dogs live with my parents. So put that in your pipe and smoke it.”

“No kidding, huh?”

“No Brody; no kidding.”

“Ooooo, speaking of pipes and smoking, I don't remember what I did with my cigs, do you have one by chance?”

“Yeah, I’ve got some.” I pull the pack out of my jacket pocket, pull one out, light it up and then hand it to him. “There ya go, stud.”

He smiles up at me, says, “Thanks baby” and proceeds to take a long drag off of it. After he exhales all the smoke he looks up at me, smiles and says, “That’s fuckin’ great. I haven’t had one all night. What it is with this dumbass no smoking thing y’all got going on around here?”

“What do you mean ‘y’all’, you live here, too?”

He’s still looking at me when he says, “I just moved here 5 months ago from Alabama, this shit isn’t my fault!”

At least I finally had the accent placed. I said, “Well, it isn’t my fault either. Ask the tree hugging smoking Nazis in Boulder to explain it to ya someday.”

He started giggling again and said, “That’s funny. Where’re you from?”

I laughed and said, “I’m from right here, but I don't live in Boulder and I didn’t vote for the damn thing.”

“Well it’s retarded, is all I can say about it.” He then took another deep drag off the cigarette and proceeded to blow the smoke at me. I grabbed my chest and my throat with each hand and played like I was gagging and choking to death. He looked all serious for a second, said, “Oh man, I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to get you all choked up.” He then giggled again at his own comment.

I laughed and told him, “I’m just teasin’ ya. No worries.”

He then got another really serious look on his face and announced, “I really gotta piss! Point me toward the john, would ya?”

I chuckled and said, “I would if I knew where it was. I’ll guide and you steer; we’ll find it.” I reached down and pulled him back up into a standing position and asked him to lead the way.

He went stumbling in the direction of a bedroom and led us to the bathroom, while I’m switching on lights as we “walk”. When we got to the bathroom I stood him up in front of the toilet, lifted the lid for him and then walked back out of the bathroom. He looked kind of unsteady standing there, and he wasn’t making any kind of move toward his zipper.

I was standing at the doorway, and said, “You gotta fish it out before you can use it, or you’re gonna piss your pants.”

He laughed again, took his hand off the vanity to un-do his zipper and just about fell again. I was back inside before he got too far and pulled him back up.

“Damn dude, you’re really wasted; what were you thinking when you started this drunk of yours?”

“I was thinking I wanted to get shit-faced. I think it worked.”

“I have to agree with ya on that one. Ready to try it again?”

“What, getting drunk? I don't think I should in my condition.”

I laughed, and said, “No, not that. Do you want to try taking a piss again?”

He looked at me and said, “You take a piss, I don't think I’m up to it.”

I laughed again and said, “My taking a piss won’t help you at all. You’re the one that said you needed to piss.”

“Oh, fuck, man, I really do. I feel like I’m about to piss my pants. Help!”

“All right, hold on to the vanity while I get in your pants again.”

He giggled and said, “I knew you’d want to. I didn’t know you were into water-sports though.”

“Shut up and hold the sink.” I reached around him, undid the button and zipper on his jeans, pushed them down a little and reached into the leg opening of his boxer-briefs, pulled the material aside and pulled his dick out. Not like I’ve never done that before, but this really wasn’t what I’d pictured I’d being doing when I went to work today. He cut lose before I even had him aimed up with the toilet. The first shot landed on the floor before I got him aimed. He started laughing again. Ever tried to hold someone’s dick while they’re pissing and laughing at the same time? Not an easy task I can tell ya.

Turns out the dick I was holding was a nice one. He was about 4” soft, uncut, average in girth and felt really nice in my fingers. I was starting to get hard standing there holding him, but I didn’t want to go there. Making it with a drunk guy isn’t my idea of a good time, no matter how cute he is.

He must have been pissing out everything he’d had to drink in the last week. It seems like it went on forever. When he finally slowed, then stopped, I gave it a couple of tugs and was ready to shove it back in his underwear. The tugs must’ve felt pretty good because he started to get hard immediately. I steeled myself and put him away, pulled his jeans back up and buttoned and zipped him up. I flushed the toilet and turned him around.

“That was awesome! Damn I needed that. Thanks.”

I smiled and said, “You’re welcome. Now let’s get you back to the chair.”

Before I could get my arm back around him to lead him back, he wrapped his arms around me and locked his lips onto mine. I was a little stunned at first, but it felt too good to do anything but kiss him back. We stood there in that one kiss for about a full minute before he pulled his face back, looked me in the eyes and said, “I love you.”

“I love you, too, baby, now let’s go back to the other room.” I said it in a way that you usually say it to someone’s who either under anesthesia or drunk and says it to you; not too seriously in other words.

He looked at me and said, “I meant it. I love you.”

“Brody, you don't love me, you don't even know me. Now let’s get back to the other room.” I started to guide him back.

He looked kind of sad and asked, “Didn’t that kiss mean anything to you?”

“It meant the world to me Brody, I felt like I was melting while you were kissing me. It was definitely the best kiss I’ve ever had, but it’s a little to quick for declarations of love, baby.”

“Well I do love you anyway, no matter how fast it is. You’re sweet, you’re kind, you’re patient and you’re sexy.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle at the last one. I said, “Well, thank you for the kind words, and I’ll agree with the first 3, but the sexy one is the beer talking.”

“Bullshit! It is not! I may be shit-faced, but I know what I’m saying and what I’m looking at; so just accept it.” He then started to walk away, but stumbled and I was there to hold him up again. We made it as far as the bedroom and he decided he wanted to sit on the bed.

I leaned him back onto the bed and let go of his arms and said, “If you can tell me all of that in the harsh light of a hangover in the daylight, I’ll accept it. Brody, I’m 40 years old, I’m overweight, I’m going bald and I can’t imagine what a hot, young guy like you could possibly see in all of that.”

He just looked at me, then reached up and snatched the ball cap off my head and put it on his own; then said, “You’ll see. Give me your phone number and I’ll call you tomorrow when I wake up and tell you all the same things. Jeff, I know I’m drunk and you have every reason to think I’m full of shit, but believe me, please!”

“OK.”

“You’ll see,” he said, then lay back on the bed. I thought he passed out, but his eyes were still open, and I saw tears in them. Hell, I get misty eyed at sad commercials, now I have this sweet guy in front of me crying, and I’m pretty damn sure I made him do it. Talk about tugging at your heart stings. I now felt like shit. This night is definitely not going the way I had figured it would.

I sat down on the bed next to him, put my hand on his chest and said, “What’s wrong, sweet prince?”

He looked up at me with tears streaming down his face and said, “I hate this damn state, I hate this town and I’m so fucking tired of being all by myself. It just hurts. I miss my mom and dad so much I can’t breathe. It’s just not fucking fair! Why did they die!?! Tell me, please, why God took them away from me? Why would He do that? I’m a good person; I didn’t do anything to deserve this pain. I’m only 24 years old, what could I have done to make God mad at me? Can you tell me that?”

“Brody, I’m so sorry you lost your parents. I can’t even begin to image the pain, but, baby, they weren’t taken away just to cause you pain. I’m not a very religious man, but I do believe in God, and I can’t think that He would do it just to hurt you. You didn’t do anything to deserve the hurt; you are a good person, Brody.” I was rubbing on his chest while saying this, trying to get him to calm down a little. I don't think it was working very well.

“It just hurts so much! I can’t stand it sometimes. Do you want to know what’s really fucked up? They were killed in a car crash by a fuckin’ drunk driver. So what do I do? I go out and get shit faced. How fucked up is that?” He started crying all over again at that.

“Brody, listen to me! You didn’t have anything to do with them getting killed. As for you going out and getting drunk; you did the smart thing – you called for a ride. You didn’t put anyone’s life at risk tonight. You called, and I came and got you and brought you home. Hell, I don't even drink, so you know I wasn’t driving drunk tonight. You’re home safe and sound and once you get some sleep, life won’t seem quite so terrible in the morning. Well, other than the hangover you’re going to have; and I wouldn’t wish that one on anyone.” I smiled at this last part hoping he would get it.

He did. He smiled a little. Then he threw his arms around me and held on like he was drowning. I just held him tight and told him I was here for him. After about 2 or 3 minutes of our hug, he pulled back and looked at me again. He smiled. I smiled right back at him.

“You’re a very sweet man, Brody, and you deserve to be happy. I want you to find all the happiness you have coming to you in life. Now it’s time for you to get some rest, ‘cause when you wake up tomorrow you’re going to be one hung-over puppy.” I smiled down at him then bent down and kissed his forehead.

He smiled back up at me and said, “I really do love you, ya know? You’ve been kinder to me than anyone, other’n my parents, have ever been.”

“Well, you’re very easy to be kind to, Brody. You’re a very sweet, good hearted guy and I can’t imagine anyone ever being mean to you. Now let’s get you tucked in so you can get some sleep, sweet prince.”

He smiled at me and said, “Sweet prince, huh? I like that, but you’re the sweet prince, Jeffrey. And as far as your age, your lack of hair and your weight, I don't give a damn; it’s what’s in your heart that I love.”

“Thank you, Brody.” I then sat up, pulled him up and took his shirt off. I let him lay back down, then proceeded to take his shoes and socks off. Once they were off I undid his jeans again and pulled them off. He just grinned throughout the whole process. When I had him down to his underwear, I walked around the side of the bed and pulled the covers back. The hat he’d snatched from my head was now lying on the bed below his pillow, so I just hung it on the post of his headboard. Not like I didn’t have other hats. I walked back to the end of the bed, grabbed both of his hands and pulled him up off the bed, hugged him, then turned him around and led him to the side that I’d turned down.

As I’m getting ready to let him sit back down, he grins at me and says, “I sleep nekkid, sexy.” I grinned back at him, put his arms on my shoulders while I bent down and pulled his underwear down to his feet. He stepped out of them. I stood back up and took his hands again and sat him on the bed while he slid his legs under the covers and lay his head on the pillow. I pulled the covers up to his chest. He looked so cute lying there all tucked in.

I reached down, kissed him on the lips and said, “Sweet dreams, sweet prince.”

He smiled up at me and said, “You, too, baby. I love you.”

I smiled back at him then asked, “Do you have some aspirin or Tylenol or something I could leave out for you so can take them in the morning?”

“There’s Extra Strength Tylenol in the bathroom.”

“Extra Strength’s probably a good idea.” I left him there and went to the bathroom to look for the Tylenol. I also found some anti-acids while I was in there and got 2 of them as well. I figured his stomach wouldn’t be much happier than his head when he woke up. I grabbed the pills, found the glass he uses when he brushes his teeth, filled it with water and took them back to his room and set them on the nightstand. I turned to look down at him and he was sound asleep, snoring softly. I smiled down at him, bent down and kissed his forehead and whispered, “Sleep well, baby.” I then pulled one of my business cards out of my wallet, used the pen that was sitting on his dresser and wrote my home number on the back of the card. I then wrote, ‘to a Sweet Prince’ above my home number and left it on his nightstand next to the pills. I then took the $50 he had given me and left it next to the card.

I went around his apartment turning out all the lights as I made my way to the front door. When I opened the door I found that we’d left the keys hanging out of the lock, so I took them out and lay them on the table next to his chair. I turned the lock on the pass-through set and left his apartment, making sure the door latched and was locked before I went back to my cab.

When I started the car and the radio came on, I looked at the display and noted it was 2:10 in the morning. I felt emotionally drained and decided I’d call it a night. I called dispatch and told them I was heading home. I guess he’d forgotten I hadn’t called in for a while, because he didn’t have any comment about my extended 10-7; so much the better; that would’ve been hard to explain at this point.

I drove back to the cab company to pick up my own car and headed home. I couldn’t stop thinking about Brody all the way home. I had no idea if he would even remember any of what happened, though I knew I would never forget it. When I finished my shower and got into bed, I couldn’t stop thinking about the kiss he’d given me; it was incredible to say the least. I wasn’t looking for anyone, but I think I found him. I’d just have to wait and see what the cold light of day brought for us both. The last time he said he loved me, I came so close to telling him the same thing, because I’m pretty sure I do, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. I fell asleep that night smiling, thinking about that kiss, thinking about Brody and thinking about what my future might hold.

Sunday morning breaks, for me at any rate, at about 10 am. I’ve had a somewhat restless night, waking up a few times thinking about Brody and the hour I spent with him. It’s still a little early in my day to decide what I want to do about it, if anything. I get out of bed, take a look out the window and see the sun is shining and it looks to be a nice day outside. I head to the bathroom, take care of my usual morning routine then jump in the shower in the hopes it will help to clear a few of the cobwebs out of my head. Once dried off and dressed I wander out to the kitchen and start the coffee maker; the shower hasn’t answered any of my questions, maybe the caffeine will.

While the coffee is brewing I head out front to get the Sunday paper. I sit at the kitchen table sorting through the paper, putting all the ads in one pile, the actual news in another and all the little magazine sections in a third. This is the first time I’ve done this where I’ve actually been conscience of my movements and I start to wonder when I became so anal. I chuckle to myself and then hear the coffee maker spitting out its final breaths, letting me know it’s finally done and I can have a cup. I spend about an hour sitting there reading the paper, drinking coffee and having a few smokes. The morning seems to be dragging by; I can’t concentrate on any one activity long enough to get interested in it. I decide to unload the dishwasher, a job I tend to put off until I need to use it again, in the hopes it will keep me occupied. I manage to consume all of 5 minutes in this task, though just as I’m shutting the door of the dishwasher the phone rings. Uh oh.

I walk to the phone, thinking it could be Brody. Actually hoping it could be Brody? Yeah, I guess I am. I look at the caller id and see that it is my mom calling. I answer the phone. She wants to know if I’d like to come over later in the afternoon. She tells me my brother is coming and they’re going to be watching the Broncos play. I know I’m supposed to be this butch redneck type dude, but seriously, football, or any sports for that matter, bore the living hell out of me. She knows this too, she couldn’t possibly forget it because I’ve told her countless times. I thank her for the invite but beg off telling her I really need to do some laundry and get the house cleaned up. She tells me if I change my mind to just come on over. Not likely, but I thank her again and tell her I’ll give her a call later.

After I hang up I decide I probably should do a little laundry; besides, who lies to their mother when they’re 40 years old? What’s the point in it? I go back into my bedroom and grab my laundry basket out of the closet and take it back to the washer. As I’m sorting clothes I hear the phone ringing again. I drop the clothes I’m holding and run back to get the phone, but the answering machine has beat me to it. I look at caller id and see “unavailable” on it, so I don't give it much credence; I never answer unless I know who it is. I stand there listening to the answering machine and my voice to stop and the caller to tell me about whatever he’s trying to sell me. The next thing I hear is that sweet, southern voice timidly asking, “Jeff, you there?”

I snatch the phone out of the cradle and press the Talk button, but then I’m struck speechless. What the hell’s going on with me; I’m acting like a 16 year old getting their first phone call from the guy they’ve been lusting over all semester. I finally find my voice.

“Hello”

“Jeff?” he asks.

“Yeah, this is Jeff. Sorry about the answering machine. Hold off a second and it will get bored and hang up.”

He giggles and says, “OK.”

The answering machine finally decides it’s done listening in and quits. I’m able to speak again by this time and ask, “Is that you, Brody?”

“Yeah, it’s me. Were you expecting someone else?”

“No! I mean, no, I wasn’t expecting anyone. I was in the back sorting laundry and didn’t hear the phone in time.”

“Wow, you’re domesticated, too?” he chuckles at himself.

“’Fraid so, I finally had to stop dragging my knuckles about 10 years ago; my clothes were getting dirty.”

He laughs out loud and says, “Never too late, huh?”

“Nah… You can teach an old dog new tricks. So how’s the head this afternoon?”

“It’s looking right at me,” he says, laughing again.

“Not that one, you goof! I was asking about the one on your shoulders.” I said.

“Ha ha ha. I know, but I couldn’t resist. It’s actually a lot better than I was expecting. Thank you so much for leaving the Tylenol and the anti-acids. I wasn’t too sure about the anti-acids but my gut let me know what they were for. It was making this rumbling, stuttering, gurgling sound and I thought I’d better take the things before it emptied out all over me.”

“Probably a good idea; tasting the same things a second time just isn’t what it’s cracked up to be.” I said.

“Yeah, no doubt. I do have one problem with something you left on my nightstand though.”

I was curious now. “Really? What would that be?”

“The $50 bucks I gave you in your cab when you got me home.” He actually sounded a little irritated.

“Brody, there’s no way I could possibly accept $50 for a $12 cab ride. Tell ya what, if you still feel the need to throw money at me, you can give me the $12 bucks sometime when you have the change.”

“I will. You’re sure as hell not going to make any money if you don't accept the fares from your cab, now, are ya?”

“I guess not, but I really don't think it calls for a $50 toke.

“Yeah, well you still need to accept it from me. That’s not the only thing you need to accept either,” he said.

“What do you mean?” I’m pretty sure I knew what he meant, but I guess I wanted to hear it.

“I said, ‘you’ll see’ before you left here last night. I remember everything that happened, and everything that was said; and that includes my telling you, ‘I love you’,” he said adamantly.

“Brody, please, I don't doubt that you feel that way, but baby, you can’t go around falling in love with every person that’s nice to you. It’s a damn good way to get hurt, and I couldn’t stand to see you get hurt anymore – it would tear me apart.”

“So you do feel something… And for your information, I don't go falling in love with everyone that helps me; just you. Jeff, it’s a lot more than you helping me when I was down; don't you see that?”

“Yes, I feel something, and I haven’t put a label to it yet, but I do feel it. As for ‘seeing it’ I’m not sure what you’re talking about. I know I felt something while we were together, and I sure as hell felt something when you kissed me, but to base a love on an hour of knowing someone seems a little whacky, doesn’t it?”

“So now I’m whacky, huh? Gee, you sure know how to boost a guy’s ego.”

“Brody! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it to sound that way. It just seems a little fast, doesn’t it?” I’m getting kind of exasperated by this point. I can’t figure out how to tell him what’s going on, and I seem to be hurting him. Damn!

“I know, Jeff, it does sound a little whacky; I do see that. I also see and feel what happened, and I’m tired of denying myself and my feelings. I need to be true to myself for once and go with what my gut tells me. And my gut is telling me you’re the one. It may seem fast but I can’t help that. I guess what I’m trying to say is, I’m willing to take the risk. The question is, are you?” By now he sounds a little disheartened.

“Arrrrrggggg. I wish I knew, Brody. I know what I felt, and to be honest, I’ve been sitting around here all morning hoping like hell you’d call, and you’d remember last night. Now that you have, I’m kinda scared, to be honest. After my last relationship I promised myself I wouldn’t allow myself to fall so easily and so hard. I’ve grown used to my single life and I’m just afraid of venturing into the unknown I guess. I don't know how to love just a little bit, and that seems to get me in trouble. I don't like having my heart broken; it hurts too damn much and I guess I’ve built some walls up to protect myself. Can you understand that, Brody?”

“After what I told you last night you really have to ask if I understand building walls? You weren’t listening as well as I thought you were,” he says.

“I’m sorry; I should never have said that. I was listening – to every word you said. I know you know what hurt is and I guess if you, of all people, are willing to take a chance on it, then I have no excuse not to.” I’m losing the battle here I thought to myself.

“Jeff, don't look for excuses! Listen to your gut. Listen to your heart. What are they telling you? I can hear in your voice that you’re fighting with yourself about this, but I don't want you to feel like it’s a battle. This is one man telling another that he loves him and wants to be with him. I want to get to know you. I want to learn about you. I want to ease your battle and prove to you that it’s OK to let someone love you. Dammit! Why do ya wanna make this so hard?”

“I don't know, Brody, I’m used to making everything hard – don't even go there! (he laughs anyway) I’m just a stubborn man I guess. I still have a hard time figuring out why someone 24 years old, and sexy as hell at that, wants to hang out with an old dude. You have to admit, it’s not the normal course of things in the gay world.”

“So that’s all that’s holding you back, my age? That’s retarded bullshit and you know it! So what, you don't like younger guys?” he asks, almost in disbelief.

“No, it’s not just an age thing. And yes, I do like younger guys; what old queen doesn’t?” I say miserably.

“You’re looking for excuses again. Stop that! And you’re not an ‘old queen’ you stubborn bastard. Aaaarrrrrrrrrggggggggggghhhhhhhhh. You’re killin’ me here, you know that? Tell ya what… I think I’ve figured out what’s bothering you. It’s the way this started. You’re just an old fashioned guy; note I said old fashioned and not old you stubborn bastard, and you like to do things a certain way. So here’s the deal. Let’s start over. We go out on a date. What do ya say?”

“Damn, talk about no respect for your elders. Stubborn bastard this, stubborn bastard that. You’re gonna give me a complex. OK. I’d like that. I’d like that a lot actually. Let’s go out on a date.”

“Sheeeeze!!! Finally! (he laughs). OK. We go out on a date. Can you be here in an hour?”

“Brody! Damn, give me a chance to at least catch my breath. I just made a date with the sweetest guy in town and now I don't even get a chance to go through all of my clothes trying to figure out what to wear.”

He’s laughing and says, “You’re washing them so it shouldn’t be much of a decision. What are you wearing right now?”

“Jeans, a t-shirt and socks.”

“Well put some shoes on and get your ass in the car and head this way. I don't like my man to keep me waiting.” He giggles again.

“Oh, so now you’re giving orders? Is this what my life is going to be like? Being bossed around all the time?” I say in good humor.

“Well, maybe, but I have an ulterior motive right now. I don't have my pickup. It’s still at the bar and I would really appreciate a ride to go get it. Now if you’d really rather do laundry than hang out with a young stud, then I guess I’ll have to accept that.”

“Smart ass! OK. I’ll be there as soon as I get my ass in gear. I didn’t know you were such a cheeky little bastard,” I tell him jokingly.

“Oh admit it, you love my smart ass and you’ll love my cheeks as well. In all seriousness though, I would really, really appreciate it if you would take me to get my truck. I feel kind of lost without it, and I don't have anyone else to ask. Besides, I want to spend more time with you. Time, out of a bottle, so to speak.”

“Damn, another comedian! You know that song was out long before you were even sperm, right?” I ask laughing.

“Again with the age thing. Get over yourself! I do listen to something other than hip hop, cuz!”

“I got your ‘cuz’ hangin. And if you listen to hip hop the deal’s off. I’ll give you the number to RTD.”

He’s laughing at me again. “I already have the number to RTD you stubborn bastard. I don't listen to hip hop, but I think I know where you stand on it now.” He laughs again. “I actually listen to classic rock and country. I am from Alabama you know. We country boys try to stick with our roots.”

“Thank God.” I tell him.

“I’m a country boy!!” he shouts and then starts laughing.

“All right, all right! I get it! God, Denver’s in trouble now. Two rednecks are about to hit the streets.” I tell him chuckling.

“Good, now get those shoes on and head this way. Hell, you don't even need the shoes; you know they’re optional in Bama right?”

“So I’ve heard. Though I have been there several times and everyone I met did have a Sunday go to meetin’ pair they put on when the Yankee boys were around.”

“Hey, we have an image to uphold. Now get over here. After we pick my truck up we can decide where you’re going to take me on our date.”

“I thought you were taking me out?” I ask him.

“There ya go thinkin’ again. I thought you said old dogs can learn new tricks?”

“We have to be trained for extended periods of time. Now shut up and hang up the phone so I can get my shoes on and get over there.”

“OK, baby. I’ll see you in a few,” he said politely, for once.

“Well, it may be more than a few, sweet prince. I don't exactly live in Denver.” I tell him.

“Where the hell do you live? I thought since you were driving a cab in Denver that you actually lived somewhere in Colorado. You got a plane or something?”

“Ha ha. No plane, just an SUV. I live in a little po-dunk town northeast of Denver. I can’t stand the city life, so I moved out to the country about 6 years ago. I’ll be there in about 40 minutes or so.”

“The country, huh? I’m in love all over again, baby! What is it with everyone around here and fuckin’ SUV’s anyway?” he asks me.

“Well, I don't know if you read the brochures before you moved here, baby, but it tends to snow in the winter. We like to be able to get out of our driveway and do things that mere mortals can’t do. Four-wheel-drive lets us do that, and SUVs let us take all the rugrats and their friends with us while they watch DVD’s in the back seat.”

“You have a DVD player in your car? Cool, we can watch porn while we’re at inspiration point making out.”

“Sorry, baby, no DVD player in my SUV, it’s just a little Explorer without the family options. As far as inspiration point, I don't know where the hell it is anyway. We’ll just have to make out the old fashioned way; over the kitchen table.”

“Get your ass over here now! My table’s waitin’!” He then hangs up without so much as a ‘see ya’.

Damn. My mouth is dry. I don't think I’ve talked to anyone that much in a year. He sure doesn’t sound as quiet and shy as I thought he was. I thought alcohol lowered your inhibitions; he’s the opposite. This should prove to be an interesting afternoon to say the least.

Well, at least I didn’t get anything put in the washer before he called. I hate leaving while something’s in there; or worse yet the dryer. Damn, I am anal. I gotta quit that. I go about getting my shoes on and head out the door. During the drive to his apartment I’m still having a small battle taking place between my head and my heart. I keep telling myself this is crazy. Maybe he’s right. Maybe I should just go with my gut and see where it leads me. Easier said than done to be sure.

After my 35-minute drive to the big city, I pull into his apartment complex. I remember his comment from last night about his apartment being right in front of me and asking if I could find it. Smart ass. For some reason, I think I have this parking lot and his building ingrained in my consciousness for all time. Could this really be love? It’s too damn fast to know.

I get out and head to his door, having a small case of nerves as I’m walking. I think he was walking better last night than I am now. I reach out and knock on the door, but I don't hear anything from inside. Great, now he’s found someone else to take him to get his truck and I’m standing here like an idiot. I knock again; still nothing. The door to the adjacent apartment opens, I look up and there he’s standing; giggling. Huh? Maybe I did have something to drink last night. I guess he sees the confused look on my face and breaks out laughing.

“You should see your face right now!” he says between laughs.

“I can only image. What the hell? Did I really just knock on the wrong door?” I ask confused.

He finally gets enough control to answer. “No, baby, you didn’t. I’m sorry. That really is my place. I was just over here talking to my neighbor for a minute.” He turns his head back to the inside of the apartment he’s standing in and says, “I’ll catch ya later, Tina, my knight in shining SUV is here to rescue me again.” He then turns back to me and says, “It’s unlocked, lead on.”

I shake my head and open his door. He’s right behind me, then closes the door with his foot, grabs my arm, spins me around to face him and wraps his arms around me. After a 2-minute hug, he looks up into my eyes.

“Oh man, you feel good. Thank you so much for coming over. I really needed to see your face again to know that I wasn’t dreaming last night. I woke up this morning wondering if I had dreamt the whole thing, then I looked at the nightstand and saw the pills, your card and the money. I felt relieved. And so happy. And so nervous.” His eyes never left mine while he spoke.

“You feel really good, too. I could spend a lifetime standing here looking at you and holding you. It was no dream, though I know what you’re talking about. I woke up thinking the same thing.”

He just smiled, then wrapped his arms around my neck and planted another one of his world classes kisses on my lips. I was defenseless now. No excuses. No battles. Like Cher said, it’s in his kiss. If I ever had any doubts about how I felt, they melted when I melted into his arms and his kiss.

When he pulled his head back, I grabbed his face with my hands and looked into his eyes. I really did see love there. I spoke so softly I wasn’t sure if he’d be able to hear me.

“I love you, too.”

The transformation in his face was incredible to watch. He went from having a concerned, sorta misty look to one of pure joy. His face just lit up. How could anyone not want to see that again and again? He wrapped himself around me like he was never going to let go; and I held him just as tight. All the frustration, all the worry just faded in that one simple act.

After about 5 minutes of holding each other, he pulled back a little and just looked at me. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking, but I’m pretty sure it was good with the look on his face. He just stood there, looking me in the eyes for a few moments. Then the joy was written all over his face all over again. I was mesmerized just watching him. I leaned in toward his face and kissed him again. I pulled out of his arms, grabbed hold of his hand and led him toward the couch. We sat down, facing each other, our eyes still locked. I had to swallow before I could speak, my mouth was so dry.

“Brody, I know I said it was crazy to feel love so quickly, but I’ve also been in love before and I remember what it felt like. I remember how it made me feel inside. I remember it vividly right now, because I’m feeling those same things again. I have butterflies in my stomach that could lift a 747 off the ground and I can’t stop looking at you.”

He started to speak but I put my finger to his sweet lips and went on.

“Let me finish while I can still speak coherently (he smiled at that). I’m not usually one to get all gushy so easily, but right now I feel gushy and I’m gonna go with it. I want you in my life. I want to see the world through your eyes. I want to feel you hold me like that every day. Don't freak, but I also want us to take our time a little bit and really get to know each other. I still want to go out on dates with you, have dinner with you, go to concerts and stuff with you. I want to know everything there is to know about you. You see, I don't only want you to be my lover, but I want us to be friends as well. Is this something you can deal with?” I think I was sweating bullets by this point.

He sat quietly, just looking into my eyes. After a few moments of letting me sweat it out, he finally spoke.

“I agree with everything you just said. I haven’t really been in love before; I’ve had the hots for a few guys, and I thought I was in love a couple of times, but nothing like this. I have way more than the hots for you. What you said about the butterflies, I hear ya. I thought it was part of the hangover, but it couldn’t possibly be with what I’m also feeling in my heart. I really do understand what you said about it being fast, but I do believe in love at first sight. Maybe it wasn’t first sight for us considering I was seeing several of you those first few moments, but by the time I fell asleep last night I was sure of it. Please do me a favor though. Don't let our age difference get in the way. I couldn’t stand to lose you now, but I really couldn’t stand to lose you because of a number on a calendar; that would kill me.”

I started to speak and he did the same thing to me; put his finger to my lips and went on.

“Still my turn (he smiles). I know in my heart what I feel, but I also have a brain. I’m not naïve enough to think it’s always going to be smooth sailing, but that’s what a relationship is; learning from each other, dealing with problems when they come up and having faith in each other that we’ll make the right decisions. I want us to be able to express any doubts we might have to each other and deal with them right then. I also want us to be best friends, just like you. So yeah, we’ll take our time and do this right. I want to know everything about you, too.”

“Now, as far as our age difference, I’m well aware you’re 16 years older than me. Hell, if you were a baby maker, and got an early start, I could be your son. But I’m not, and I don't want to be. I don't want us to have that kind of relationship. I know there are a lot of happy couples out there that do the father-son thing and more power to ‘em. I have a dad and I love him with all my heart. I lost him, but I’m not looking for a replacement. We’re equal partners in this. Please don't ever feed me a ‘generation gap’ line because I’ll call you on it every time. You also said you didn’t understand how a young guy could fall for an older one. It does happen, baby, all the time. I’ll admit I’ve always dated guys my own age, but in dating them I’ve also learned that a lot of ‘em aren’t ready yet to have the kind of relationship and life I want. I really don't give a damn about your age, you height, your weight, your hair or any of the other surface stuff. You showed me in one hour who you are and what you’re about; that’s all I care about.”

“Wow.” I laughed a little to relieve the nervousness I felt.

“Wow, yourself, baby. Or should I say, ‘Wolf’?” he says, giggling again.

“You can say anything you want as long as you’re always as forthright and honest as you were just now. I’m also not looking for a dad-son thing; that’s not my style. Besides, I’d make a lousy top dad considering I’m more versatile/bottom. I don't play roles anyway. I am who I am and I don't put on a show for anybody; what you see is what you get and I always expect the same from you. I don't play games and I expect the same in return. If you feel like I’m feeding you a line of bullshit I expect you to call me on it and I’ll be more than happy to do the same for you. I can’t promise you our age difference will never come up, but I do promise that it will never be a real issue between us. I’ll let the baby maker comment pass for now (he grins). I was grinning on the phone earlier when you called me a stubborn bastard, not because I thought it was funny, though it was, but because I was thinking, ‘finally, someone whose not afraid to speak their mind; I could grow to like this’.

“Well, anytime you want me to call you a stubborn bastard just say the word,” he says, grinning. “And no, I’m not afraid to speak my mind, never have been. I don't understand all this pussy-footin’ around people do; the real meaning gets lost in the pleasantries or the fear of saying what you really mean.”

“You’re a wise man, Charlie Brown. Now kiss me again and let’s go get your truck. We can bring it back here then go get something to eat if your stomach is up to it. If not, we can just go hang out and talk some more.”

“Charlie Brown, huh? Who’s the one with the round head and 3 hairs sticking up?” He’s now smirking, trying so hard not to laugh.

“Baby, I hope we have a long, long life together, because it will be one of my greatest joys when you’re 50 and you’ve lost all of your hair and I can pluck out the remaining 3 myself.”

He laughs. “Eh, never happen. Hell! By then, Rogane will be in dispensers at every corner like newspaper stands. Oh, I forgot to ask, should we get you a prescription for Viagra while we’re out? (I’m glaring at him now). Oh that’s right, you just told me you were a bottom boy. That works out well because I like being on top; and I’m young and full of cum and can fuck enough for both of us.” He’s about to fall off the couch now he’s laughing so hard.

“Yeah, that’s right, tease the old man. You won’t be laughing when you’re bent over something with my cock buried up your ass.”

“Don't tease me like that, you big stud. Besides, talk is cheap. And no, I won’t be laughing, I’ll be moaning like a two dollar whore. So whip it out and let’s get started.”

“Nope, I don't put out on the first date.”

“Damn, you probably don't, do ya?”

“Nope, I sure don't. Now if we happened to have 2 dates in one night, then there’s bargaining room…”

“You slut!” He starts laughing again.

I just reach over, push him down on the couch, climb on top of him and lock my mouth on to his. Not only is it an effective way to get him to shut up, it tastes damn good, too. After a few minutes of probing each other’s mouths with our tongues I’m starting to get really heated and ready for more, but I sit up and just look down at him. He’s smiling up at me and I know I’m still hooked.

I stand up, reach down and grab his hand and pull him up to his feet. After a quick kiss I swat him on the ass and tell him to get moving.

“Get a move on, we have places to go and people to do.”

He just grins at me, grabs the hat off the table he took from me, plants it on his head and walks to the door. I’m right behind him admiring his every movement.

Chapter 2
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It’s been 2 weeks since I took an incredibly drunk Brody home from the bar in my cab. It’s been an interesting couple of weeks to say the least. We’ve been talking a lot on the phone, and we’ve had 2 official dates so far. Between our work schedules it’s been kind of difficult to get together more than that. I’ve noticed I’ve gotten past the puppy-dog stage, and I’ve grown to really like talking to him and spending time with him. He’s a hell of a lot of fun to hang out with; and he’s always ready to listen to me. That’s always been the most difficult thing to find in a partner; someone willing to actually take the time to just shut-up and listen. I guess part of that has always been my fault; I’m an incredibly quiet person and if someone else is always talking I just keep my mouth closed and listen to them; never forcing my way into the conversation. I’ve always thought of it as having good manners, but it’s come back to bite me a few times.

I usually work on Friday and Saturday nights, the tips are good and the fares are plentiful around 2 in the morning, but not this time; Brody and I have a date tonight. I went into work today, but left around 5 so I could get home and get ready. Brody gets off work at 6 and he decided that he’d take me out this time; even coming out to the “country” to see where I lived and go to dinner at a local restaurant. I’m just drying off after my shower when my phone rings. I look at the caller ID and see that it’s him.

“Hey sexy man, how’s it hangin’?”

He smirks. “A little to the left today, you big stud.”

“That’s good to know; it’s always nice to know which side to grab.”

He laughs. “You can grab any side you want, as long as you end up holding him. What’re you doing?”

“Standing here naked, talking to you.”

He laughs again. “Do you always stand around naked, or is this a special occasion?”

“I have a hot date tonight with a very sexy guy; I was just getting out of the shower. I wanted to be all prettied up for my man.”

“Ahhhhh. Well, your man just got home from work. I’m gonna grab a quick shower and I’ll be heading that way. Do you want me to bring anything?”

“Nope, you’re all I need.”

“Damn, you’re a smooth talker. I’ve heard about guys like you.”

“Yeah, well… I’m just excited to see you; I don't need anything else. So you’ll probably be here around 6:45, 7:00?”

“If all the crazy people are off the road, yeah. You said it takes you about 30 to 35 minutes to make the drive. I’ve never been there before, but I did print a map out so I can find you. I expect you to greet me at the door just the way you’re dressed right now.”

I laugh. “Good luck with that. I do have neighbors, you know.”

“Fuck ‘em. I’ve had a long day at work and I expect to be greeted by my man with nothing but a smile and a hard-on.” He laughs at his own joke.

“So you think you wear the pants in this relationship?”

He laughs hard. “Well as a matter of fact, I’m the only one wearing pants at the moment, so yeah.”

I smirk. “Smart ass. Go take your shower and get that sweet ass of yours up here. If you’re nice, I’ll even think about making up for your long day at work.”

“Oooo. That’s the best offer I’ve had all day. OK, baby, I’m outta here; see you in a while. I love you.”

“I love you, too. Drive safely.”

“Will do. Bye, baby.”

“Bye sexy man.”

I hang the phone up and go back to my room to get dressed. I’ve decided on just wearing a comfy pair of 501’s, pull-over shirt and tennis shoes. Restaurants around where I live don't exactly have a dress code, and even if they did, that would probably be it. Besides, comfort trumps fashion any day of the week in my opinion. Once I’m dressed, groomed and ready for my date I just start pacing. I’m nervous as hell for some reason. I feel like this is my first date, but it’s not even my first date with Brody. Maybe it’s the whole third date thing; you know, where sex is on the table. Brody and I still haven’t done it; we’ve just made out and felt each other up so far. That must be it I decided; I’m nervous about having sex with this sexy, young man. It’s been 4 years since I’ve had sex with anyone, so maybe I’m just psyching myself out.

After spending 30 minutes pacing around my house and running different scenarios though my head I open the front door then sit in my recliner so I can see anyone pulling up. About 15 minutes later I see his black F-150 pull into my driveway. I jump out of my chair and stand next to the door, watching him get out. Oh man…. He looks so good. He’s wearing a pair of Wrangler carpenter jeans that really hug his ass, a blue Nike t-shirt, a black ‘Ford Trucks’ baseball cap and a pair of grey/black Sketchers hiking shoes. He actually looks really cute standing next to his truck. He’s not all that tall and the truck kind of dwarfs him. He’s now walking up to the house, smiling at me, and looking around.

I open the screen door to let him in. “Damn boy, you look fuckin’ hot as hell right now.”

He blushes a little and smiles at me as he reaches the door. “Thanks. You’re lookin’ pretty hot too. I love your house. It’s so nice to be out of the damn city.”

He walks into the house and I close the door behind him. He’s standing about 3 feet away from me checking out the living room. I walk up to him.

“Come here. I need a hug from my man.”

He smiles at me as I pull him into me for a nice, long hug. I love holding him; he gives such good hugs; just wrapping himself around me. After about 2 or 3 minutes of holding him close to me, I pull back a little and tilt my head and give him a slow, deep passionate kiss. I can feel him melt into me as his tongue darts into my mouth, searching out my own. His hands are resting on the top of my ass and I’m moving mine around him to reach up and touch his face. After holding the kiss for about a minute or two I pull my face back, still holding his with my hands and just looking into his eyes. He has such deep, brown eyes and I’m always getting lost in them whenever we’re close like this. He finally ends the moment by breaking into a sweet smile and patting me on the ass.

“Damn baby, you sure know how to welcome someone home.”

I smile back at him, still holding his face in my hands. “Well I’ve been thinking about doing that all day; hell all week.”

He blushes a little, then in a very quiet voice. “Me, too…”

We’re still staring into each other’s eyes; both of us with a small smile on our lips. Standing here like this, holding his face in my hands and looking into his eyes, I no longer have any doubts about what I feel for him. I’ve fallen in love with him; completely and totally.

“Damn you’re beautiful… I love you, baby.”

He blushes bright red. “I love you, too.” He smiles at me then turns his head to check out his surroundings. “So give me the two dollar tour; I wanna see the rest.”

I drop my hands from his face and reach out to take his hand. We interlock our fingers together and I start walking towards the back of the house. I get as far as the kitchen and stop, looking at him with a mischievous grin on my face.

“Wait a minute; where’s my two bucks?”

He laughs. “Call it even cheapskate; you think I let just anyone hold my hand like this?”

I smirk. “OK, but only because you’re letting me hold your hand; don't think I’m this easy all the time.”

He laughs again. “For two bucks, you’re not only easy, but cheap, too.” He laughs harder.

“Yeah, laugh it up. I was gonna be nice at dinner and not spend all of your money; forget it now. That prime rib is sounding pretty good.” I give him an evil grin.

“McDonalds doesn’t have prime rib, but you can order a McRib if you want.” He’s still laughing, and I can see the light in his eyes as he’s looking at me. Damn, I’ve got it bad.

“Yeah yeah… Bite me.” He smirks and bends his head down and lightly bites my arm. “Hey vampire; watch the teeth!” He looks up at me, still smiling and I give him a quick kiss.

“Just doing as ordered; get a move-on. I wanna check out the rest of this place; see where I can put my stuff…”

He caught me by surprise with that one; I wasn’t sure if he was being serious or not. “Oh, so now you’re just gonna move in and take over?”

He was quiet for a moment; just looking at me, the light still in his eyes. “I don't know; I haven’t been invited yet… And no, not take over… But my lease is up in about 3 weeks….”

I just looked at him, not knowing what to say. We stared at each other for about a minute, then he broke into a smile. “Relax baby, I’m just kidding….”

I look at him for another few seconds. “No, you’re not….Not really…”

He looks down, then back up at me. “Maybe… kinda.” He’s quiet for a moment, then, “I guess I really wasn’t, but then I saw the look on your face… I’m sorry.”

I reach up and touch his face with my hand. “Don't be sorry. I’m the one that’s sorry. I just…. You took me by surprise; I didn’t know what to say. I haven’t even thought that far ahead… I guess I assumed your lease was for a year, and I didn’t even consider the possibility of us living together this soon.”

“I only signed a 6-month lease; I didn’t know if I wanted to stay here. But don't worry about it; I can sign another lease, it’s not a big deal.”

I looked in his eyes for a moment; he was lying; trying to give me a way out. “Don't do that. You promised me you’d always tell me like it is; no bullshit.”

He looked at me a moment. “Yeah, I did… But I saw the look on your face and I wanted to give you a way out, if you wanted it.”

“I don't want a way out, dammit! I don't know if you’ve noticed yet, but I happen to be very much in love with you! I’m sorry… I’m sorry about the look on my face; I was just taken by surprise.”

He smiled at me. “Well, I have noticed; and I happen to be very much in love with you, too… Look, I don't want to put you on the spot; that really wasn’t my intention, it just sorta slipped out.” He thought for a moment. “But now that the surprise is over…. Tell me what you’re really feeling inside; tell me what you want us to do.”

I looked at him for a moment before speaking. “I’m feeling a little nervous. But I’m also feeling excited; excited at the possibility of sharing my life with you. I really do want this baby; I’m just… It’s been a while since I’ve lived with anyone.” I thought about it for a few more seconds. “You said you hadn’t been invited yet; well… You’re invited now. Brody, would you do me the honor of sharing my home and my life with me?” I smiled at him when I was done talking.

His face lit up. “I would love to, baby. You’re sure though? You really want to do this; no doubts?”

“I’m sure. And maybe a couple of tiny doubts, but that’s more to do with logistics than feelings.”

He laughed. “Logistics..? What do you mean?”

I smiled at him. “Just little things, like where to put everything, work schedules, shit like that… I told you, I’m anal about little stuff. I think about the dumbest things at the dumbest times; then I over-think it until I’ve come up with a solution. Don't sweat it.”

“So let me see if I understand… We’ve just agreed to live together and you’re worried about toothbrush placement and where clothes are going to go?” He grinned at me.

“Basically, yeah… I’m sorry. I don't do this shit intentionally; it’s just the way I am. You should see me with the Sunday paper some time.”

He laughed. “Let me guess, you separate everything into sections before you read it, huh?”

I laughed and turned red. “Yeah, I do… I know I can be a real pain in the ass at times, but it’s just the way I’m built. Follow me to my bedroom and I’ll show you my closet; that’ll give you a really good idea of what I’m talking about.”

He laughed hard. “You coming out of the closet right now?”

I laughed with him. “Shut up… No, just come with me.” I took his hand and led him to my bedroom (I guess our bedroom now) and opened my closet door, standing to the side to let him go in. He just stood there in awe, I guess, and looked around. Then he looked at me with a huge grin on his face.

“Oh my God… You weren’t joking, huh? So do you use a ruler to separate the hangers?”

I turned red. “No…. I just use two fingers, smart ass. So, can you deal with something like this?”

He chuckled. “Damn…. I thought my dad was anal; but you’ve got him beat. And yes, I can deal with this; I spent 19 years with my dad, and he wasn’t quite this obsessive, but he was close. You might have to be a little patient with me. I’m no slob by any means, but I’m not quite up to these standards…”

I laughed. “Baby, I don't think very many people are quite this bad. And like I said, it’s not everything; just some things; and usually just little stuff. But I promise I’ll be patient. I want you here with me, and I’ll do whatever I can to make your life here happy.”

“OK. That’s what I want; for both of us to be happy with each other. I just expect you to point stuff out to me when I don't do it the way you want it. Don't be a dick about it, but just tell me how you want it. I’m a pretty flexible guy.” He gives me an evil grin.

I smirk. “I wouldn’t know… but I hope to find out pretty soon. Let’s go eat; I’m getting really hungry, and that McRib is actually starting to sound good to me.”

Laughing… “Well, I think I can afford more than McDonald’s for you. Let’s go get that prime rib you were talking about. Besides, I’m hoping to need the protein and the calories.” He finishes, leering at me.

I pull him to me, still in the closet, and kiss him. “Hell yeah… let’s go. Oh, do you still want that tour, or just wait until we get back?”

“Well I’m hungry, but I’m really curious now how the rest of the house looks, so let’s go eat, then when we get back you can give me the guided, step-by-step tour; we may need some time for this one.” He grins up at me.

“OK. Let’s go.”

I walk over to the bookcase in my living room and grab my keys, phone and sunglasses; which of course are all neatly arranged on it. He just looks at me, shakes his head and grins at me. When we get out front he asks me if I’m driving since I know where we’re going. I tell him sure, and we get in my Explorer. It’s actually something else I need to work on; I hate being a passenger in a car, it scares the living hell out of me. I need to prove to myself that I trust him enough not to kill me in a collision. I’ll see if I can bring myself to let him drive back; trust has to start somewhere; and riding is my biggest trust issue.

We drive to the next town, about 12 miles away, to the restaurant. The place is pretty busy but we’re able to get a table without waiting. After ordering our drinks and dinner; both of us having the prime rib, we continue our conversation about him moving in.

He’s still grinning at me; I know he thinks I’m slightly crazy by now. “So, just to give me a general idea of what I need to be aware of, give me your top 10 list of things you’re really anal about.”

“Oh, hell…. Like I said, I’m not obsessive about everything, just some, dumb little things. You’ll figure it out as we go along, and I will try to be more flexible about things. I wasn’t always this bad. I have lived with guys before; it’s just the last 4 years that I’ve been alone that I’ve been so aware of it.”

“OK. Well give me a for instance.”

“Fine. Towels in the bathroom. As soon as I’m done drying off it gets folded long-ways, in perfect thirds and hung back up on the rack. The wash cloth get’s shaken out to remove excess water and gets hung back up so it dries soft.”

He laughs. “Really? Wow. So you don't keep the towel with you until you get dressed?”

“Nope. Walk from the bathroom to the bedroom naked. I also dry off while still standing in the shower so water, and any excess body hair, doesn’t drip on the floor.”

“Damn, I could learn a lot from you. What else?” He’s still grinning at me like an idiot.

“Everything always gets put back in the same place; I hate hunting for things. You saw that with the keys and stuff.”

“Yeah, I noticed. OK, that’s all pretty minor so far. What just drives you completely crazy?”

“Dirty, messy kitchen.”

He laughs. “Damn, you didn’t even have to think about that one.”

“Nope. I prepare food and eat out of it; it has to be clean at all times. And when I’m done eating I rinse my dishes off completely and load them in the dishwasher. They’re pretty much clean when they go in; it’s just there to sanitize them. The sink also gets dried out and the faucet wiped dry until it shines.”

“OK. I’m used to that; my mom was the same way. Tell ya what; I’ll just treat the kitchen like I did hers. It’s your domain and I’ll stay the hell out of the way. I don't cook anyway, so it’s all yours baby.”

I laugh. “That would actually be a pretty good idea; save us both the headaches. OK, enough about my obsessive-compulsive behavior. I have a couple of questions. Are you staying the whole weekend and when are you thinking of moving?”

“Am I invited to stay the whole weekend?”

“Hell, yeah.”

“Cool. I’ll stay until Monday morning if that’s OK. I did bring some clothes, just in case.”

“Monday it is. Just think, it gives you 2 whole days and 3 nights to decide if you can stand living with me.” I smirk at him.

“And if you can stand living with me; don't forget that part. As far as moving in, I truthfully hadn’t thought about it in that much detail. I have thought about living with you, but not about the ‘logistics’ as you put it.”

“OK. Tell ya what. If we both survive this weekend without killing each other, how ‘bout next weekend? I’ll even borrow my parent’s truck so we have two of ‘em; it’s not exactly like moving next door.”

He smiles at me. “I’d like that; a lot. Thank you, baby. I know we’ll get along just fine. We’ve gotten along with each other great so far. I know living with someone, especially fresh out of the mental ward, is different, but we’ll make it work.”

“Bite me. I got outta the mental ward 4 years ago.” We both laugh.

“Yeah, you told me about Chad. Sounds like fun. Well, from what you’ve told me about him, I can promise you that I’m nothing like him. I know exactly who I am and what I want. I know I have no business asking, but I’m going to anyway; what the hell ever possessed you to start dating him in the first place? From everything you’ve told me about yourself so far, he just doesn’t sound like someone you’d be willing to put up with for more than a one-night fuck.”

“Believe me, I wish it had been a one-night fuck. And you have every right to ask me about anything. I’ll always tell you whatever you want to know. I still don't know what I was thinking about Chad. I guess I let myself think with the wrong head.”

“Well, we’ve all done that from time to time. Most of us don't turn it into a 5-year relationship though.”

“I know, baby, I know. I guess I just thought he needed me. I think I spent more time playing mommy and daddy to him than being his boyfriend. He always seemed so lost about everything; not just about if he wanted to be gay or straight, but everything. He was like a lost puppy, and I just took him in. I think part of it was I worked so damn hard to get him to open up to me, and to love me the way I loved him, that I wasn’t willing to let it go. I put up with almost anything because of all the time and energy I’d put into it. I know it’s stupid, but I did it anyway.”

“Well, like I told you, I don't have much experience with being in love and in a long-term relationship with someone, but I don't think you’re supposed to have to work that hard at getting someone to love you; and if you do, he’s not the right one. And yeah, it’s a little dumb, but it’s more self-depreciating than anything. You’re better than that dammit, don't ever let anyone treat you that way.”

“Never again, Brody; it ain’t gonna happen. Besides, I have you now, and I have no doubts about your love for me. What you and I are starting is what a relationship is supposed to be; honest, caring, open and loving. I couldn’t be any happier about us.”

“Good, hold on to that thought when you find my underwear hanging off the lamp.” He laughs. “Seriously, baby, I’m just as happy about us as you are. I’m very much in love with you, and I’ll tell you that anytime you want to hear it. I know we kid each other a lot, and I love that; it shows we’re comfortable with each other, but always know that I love you and you are the most important person in my life; I would do anything for you.”

That brought a smile to my face faster than anything he’s ever said to me before. “You’re gonna make me cry if you keep telling me things like that. I know you love me; I can feel it and see it in your eyes. I love you, too, just as much; and there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you either. I couldn’t be more thankful that I have you now.”

“I wish I could kiss you right now.”

“I wish you could, too. I guess you could, but we might have to fight our way outta here if you did.”

“Nah, I’m hungry and I wanna eat; we’ll make up for it when we get in your homogenized truck.”

I bust up laughing. “Oh, so now you’re giving me shit about my ride too? Damn, no respect around here. And it’s not homogenized; it’s based on a Ranger, so it’s still a fucking truck!”

“Just like I said, fuckin’ homogenized; it went from being a Ranger to being a soccer mom ride.”

“Blow me!”

“Not until we get home.” That shut me up. I turned a little red and he started laughing again.

“What? Cat got your tongue?”

“Kinda. This just isn’t the time or place; believe me, if we were home I would have my pants around my ankles by now.” I looked around us to see if anyone was listening to our conversation, but they all seemed oblivious to us. Brody laughed again when he saw me.

“’Fraid the rednecks are gonna get you for what you’re thinkin’ and saying?”

“Little bit, yeah. Just making sure nobody’s listening…”

“Pussy. Grow some fucking balls and pull those jeans down.”

“Hell, I’d get away with that, you’re the one that would have to worry; having my cock buried down your throat.”

He laughed. “I see your point. OK, we’ll save it for later. Sorry about the pussy comment; I really didn’t mean it to be hurtful.”

“No worries, baby; I wasn’t offended. Ooooo, here comes our food.”

“Finally. Fuck, I thought they were out back slaughtering the cow.”

The waitress dropped our food off, asking us if we needed anything else. Brody told her he wanted some A-1 and a couple more napkins. I said I was good, and she went to get the steak sauce and napkins. After she dropped them off we both just tore into our food, not really talking much. We were both hungry and the food was really good; worth the wait even, according to Brody. By the time we were done eating we were both too full for dessert, so the waitress just left the check for us. Brody snatched it up before I could even get my hands up to the table. He looked over at me and grinned.

“I knew I had to be quick; keep your hands away, I’ve got this. I told you I was taking you out, so just let me do it.”

“I wasn’t making a move for it; you said you were taking me out.”

“I know, but every time we go somewhere you snatch the fucking bill. You gotta stop that shit. I have a good job; I can buy things sometimes, too.” He grins at me, knowing he’s won.

“OK. It’s all yours. Want me to leave the tip?”

“No! Would you just stop that? This isn’t a one-sided thing we’ve got goin’ on here.”

“You’re right; I’m sorry. I didn’t realize I’d been doing that.”

“Apology accepted. I just want to be able to do things for you too, baby.”

“I know… Old habits die hard I guess. Thank you. It was a wonderful dinner; and I appreciate it. You ready to get out of here?”

“Hell, yeah; I owe you a kiss. And you’re very welcome. Let’s get the hell outta here and go home.”

“I like the sound of that. Go home; our home.”

He gets a big smile on his face. “Me too, baby.”

After he’s paid the check and we’re walking towards the car I start thinking again about letting him drive. I hadn’t given it a second thought until now. I needed to do this. I pull the keys out of my pocket and hold them out to him.

“I need you to drive, baby.”

He looks concerned. “Are you OK? You feelin’ sick?”

“I’m fine, Brody. I just need to let you drive. I need to show you that trust.”

“What’re you talkin’ about? I know you trust me.”

“Have you ever noticed that you’ve never driven when we’ve been together? It’s because I have huge trust issues about being a passenger. I need to prove to myself that you’re not gonna get us killed in the car. You’re driving.”

He looks confused and skeptical. “I would never do anything to get you hurt, baby. Wow, I guess I never realized you’ve always driven us. Are you sure about this? When’s the last time you were a passenger?”

“About 9 or 10 years I guess. And yeah, I’m sure about this. I need to trust you with this, and I know you’d never hurt me, so jump in and take us home.”

He takes the keys from me and unlocks the doors with the remote. I get in on the passenger side, feeling a little weird; I’ve had this car for 6 years and I’ve never sat over here other than to wash the inside of the windshield. He gets in and buckles up and looks over at me.

“You OK?”

I laugh. “Great; the engine’s not even running yet. Don't let me psych you out about this; it’s not that bad; I just get nervous on this side. Just drive like you normally drive. I’ll keep my mouth shut and my foot off the imaginary brake pedal.”

He smiles at me and then starts the engine. I should actually be pretty good with this ride; hell, it’s on a 2-lane county road at 8:30 at night; not much traffic to deal with. After getting the mirrors and seat adjusted to his liking we leave the restaurant and head back home. I’m watching him drive. I’ve always watched people drive, ever since I was watching the school bus driver when I was 8. I can sense he’s not really driving like he normally does; he looks kinda nervous and uncomfortable. Now I feel bad for making him feel this way.

“Brody, please relax. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable. You’re doing great; I’m not nervous and my heart rate is still normal. Just drive like you normally drive; one handed, two handed, knee, hard cock holding the bottom of the wheel; whatever; just relax.”

He laughs and relaxes a little, then looks over at me for a second and smiles. He reaches up with his left arm, resting his wrist on top of the wheel, then takes his right hand and holds my hand with it. I could get used to this. We make it back home alive in no more than 10 minutes and we’re both talking by the time he pulls into the driveway.

He turns the car off and looks over at me smiling. “How’s the heart rate, baby?”

“Just fine; never felt it go up once. You’ll have to work on that when we get inside though.”

“Oh, hell, yeah… I know several good ways of increasing your heart rate. Get out!”

I laugh and open the door and get out. He still has the keys so I just stand behind him, admiring his sexy ass while he unlocks the front door. Once we’re inside he walks straight over to the bookcase and sets the keys down on it. I laugh.

“Damn, you were paying attention. Now come over here and show me how you plan on raising my heart rate.”

“You’re only getting the kiss I owe ya; I still want that tour before we do anything else.”

“Fuck the tour; it’s dark, we’ll do it tomorrow.” I give him an evil grin.

“So what, you didn’t pay the power bill? Turn on a damn light.”

“I can make it worth your while to wait until tomorrow. Just think, tomorrow you and I will walk through the whole house, and you can sniff every corner and even mark your territory if you want.” I walk up to him and pull him into my arms. “But for right now, I want to sniff you and mark my territory.”

“Mmmmm. OK.” He smiles at me and leans in for a kiss. We kiss for about a minute before he breaks it and pulls back just a few inches. “Damn, you’re very good at that; I love the way you just melt into me; it’s fuckin’ incredible.”

“Glad you like. It’s hard not to just melt into you; you’re very good yourself.” I smile at him and reach up, grabbing the back of his head and pull his face back to my mouth. I love kissing, and I’ve discovered I especially love kissing Brody. He has incredible lips and he’s very good with them.

xxx

We resume our kiss, growing more passionate with each thrust of tongue. My right hand is still holding his head and my left is on his lower back, pulling him into me. He moves both of his hands up around my neck, using his right hand to grab my head and pull me into him even harder. Our passion is starting to overtake us, and our breathing is becoming ragged. We’re standing in the middle of the living room, just kissing, licking and sucking on each other’s tongues, constantly trying to pull the other closer and closer to ourselves. Our make-out session lasts for about 6 or 7 minutes before we decide to come up for air; both of us somewhat breathless. We pull apart a few inches, looking at each other with nothing but lust in our eyes, trying to catch our breath. Brody recovers first.

“Fuck baby…. I want you. I want you now.”

He grabs my hand and takes me into the bedroom. Once we’re there he turns me around and shoves me back up against the wall, holding me there at arm’s length. He pulls his hand off my chest and grabs the bottom of his shirt and rips it up over his head, throwing it behind him. A second later he’s pressed up against me, his lips finding mine and shoving his tongue in my mouth. We resume making out for another minute or so before he pulls back again. He’s standing back about a foot, just looking me in the eyes with nothing but lust and want in his. He then grabs the bottom of my shirt and pulls it up, as I lift my arms up, pulling it over my head and throwing it behind him to meet up with his. He then puts his hands flat against the wall on either side of my head and comes back into my mouth, thrusting his tongue in when he lands.

I’d almost forgotten what it’s like to be taken like this, and I’m loving every second of it. I reach out and grab his waist, pulling him hard into me, then I grab his ass in my hands and just wrench him into me, grinding our hard cocks together as we continue making out. Brody’s like a man possessed, he just can’t seem to get enough. He’s licking my face, kissing me deeply and trying to suck my tongue out of my mouth. Our breathing is ragged and we’re moaning into each other’s mouth; becoming consumed with want and passion.

Brody pulls his hands off the wall, while still burying his tongue down my throat, and brings his hands between us, trying to reach for the buttons on my jeans. I release the death grip I have on his ass a little so he can get between us. He just rips the buttons of my jeans open, then shoves his right hand into the opening and grabs my cock through my boxer-briefs. I moan loudly into his mouth and then shudder. He strokes my cock through the fabric of my underwear for a few moments before pulling his face away from mine.

Just inches from my face he says, “Fuck! I want you! Toe your fuckin’ shoes off; I’ll do the rest.”

I immediately toe my shoes off, and no sooner have I scooted them out of the way he drops to his knees in front of me, pulling my jeans down to my ankles as he drops down. He begins rubbing my aching cock through my now damp shorts with the palm of his right hand; while running his left hand up and down my leg. After rubbing my cock for a few moments he brings his left hand back up and grabs my underwear and yanks em down to meet up with my jeans at my ankles. He looks at my hard, wet cock for just a second before he lowers his head and just engulfs me, while reaching behind me with both hands and grabbing my ass, pulling me deeper into his mouth.

I grunt and yell out, “OH FUCK!! Goddamn boy!!”

I have my hands on both sides of his head as he’s sliding my dick in and out of his hot, wet mouth; my own head pressed back hard against the wall. The only sounds in the room are his slurping, sucking sounds and my moaning. He’s just totally going to town on my hard cock, deep-throating all 7”, then coming back to the head, swirling his tongue around a few times, then going right back down to the base. I’m panting and whimpering, trying to come to terms with the fact this hot, sexy man is sucking my cock like it’s the last one on earth. After he’s sucked and tongued my cock for a few minutes, he pulls his mouth off, lands on my balls, taking each into his wet mouth, sucking and pulling down hard on them. I groan out loud again and still running my hands and fingers through his hair, shove my pelvis out so he can get all of me. I’ve had a lot of blow-jobs in my life, but none like this. He’s so incredibly focused on my cock and balls, he’s like a man possessed; and he’s so damn good at it.

“Oh my God baby! That feels so fuckin’ good…”

He pulls off my balls for a second and looks up at me smiling. “Tastes pretty fuckin’ good too!”

He then goes right back down and takes my aching cock back into his throat. I moan and grunt again. He holds my cock buried in his throat for about 10 seconds then pulls back up and licks all around the head again. He does this 3 more times, then he just starts sucking my dick, up and down, up and down, going balls-deep each time. He’s established a rhythm that both of us seem to love and he just keeps sucking. I know I’m not going to last much longer at this rate. This is my first blow job in over 4 years and it’s the best one I’ve ever had; the end is going to come soon. While he’s doing a masterful job sucking my cock he let’s go of my ass with his right hand and brings it around and grabs my balls and starts massaging them while his mouth is doing incredible things with my dick. I’m moaning and whimpering and he’s moaning on my cock while massaging and tugging on my balls with his hand. After about 5 more minutes of his expert sucking I give him warning.

“Brody I’m fuckin’ close; I’m gonna cum baby.”

He pulls his mouth off my cock, brings his left hand around from my ass, and switching hands with my balls starts jacking me off and tugging on my balls. He’s on his knees in front of me, looking up at me with a devilish grin and stroking my cock. Between the feelings he’s sending through my cock and the look on his face I’m done for.

“Oh fuck….. Here it comes baby.” I let out one loud moan and start shooting all over his neck and chest; with him aiming my dick wherever he wants it to go. I’m panting hard and moaning, trying to stay standing while my balls empty themselves over him. I dump about 5 good size loads of hot cum over his body and I’m done. I’m still panting and whimpering, while looking down at him and smiling just a little. I shiver a couple of times while he still has a grip on my dick and he finally let’s go, while looking at me with a big smile on his face.

“Fuck yeah! That was fuckin’ great baby, I felt your cum smacking into my chest. I like a man that has some power behind his loads.”

I’m just looking down at him, trying to catch my breath and recover. “Oh man…. God, I can’t believe how fucking good that felt. I’ve always cum hard baby, but never that fast before. Damn! I don't know how many times you’ve done that; but you’re a fucking expert!” I smile down at him.

He laughs. “Well it’s definitely not my first time. I got my first taste of cock when I was 16 and I just love the fuck out of it; I try to always do my best.” He looks so damn sexy, sitting on his knees, looking up at me, covered in my load and smiling at me.

“Well you definitely know what you’re doin’. That’s the best fucking blow job I’ve ever had in my life. Thank you baby. Thank you.” I’m finally starting to recover and my breathing has pretty much returned to normal. I reach my hands to him and he puts his hands in mine.

“Come back up here baby. It’s my turn.” He grins big, and taking my help, stands back up in front of me. I let go of his hand and bring mine to the back of his head and pull him to me for a kiss. We kiss for a few moments, our bodies pressed together, my load spreading between us, and his hands on my ass again; pulling me into him. He pulls back from the kiss and looks at me, a sexy grin on his lips. I lower my hand to his neck and begin wiping the cum that’s there down his neck on to his chest. When I’ve got it rubbed into his skin I lean forward and kiss him again. While I’m kissing him, I grab his hips with my hands and start walking him backwards, away from the wall. I’m discovering it’s not that easy walking with my pants down around my ankles, but we’re not going far. I get him to the side of the bed and stop, pulling back from the kiss. I reach down and pull my jeans and underwear completely off then stand back up, looking at him. He’s so cute, and so damn sexy.

I lean my head forward and land on his mouth, engulfing him in another hot, sweaty kiss, while bringing my hands up to his waist. We make out for another 2 or 3 minutes, then I begin lowering my head, licking and kissing his neck and throat, while at the same time running my hands up his sides, bringing them to the front to play with his nipples. I continue kissing and running my tongue around his neck and shoulders, at the same time pinching and rubbing his nipples. He’s breathing hard and moaning, while rubbing the back of my head with his right hand, his left playing with my nipples. After getting his neck and shoulders taken care of, I start running my tongue down the middle of his chest, continue on down his treasure trail to the waist band of his jeans. I sweep my tongue back and forth across his trail and belly button, then come back up to his chest, heading right to his nipple. I move my finger out of the way and lock my mouth over his already hard nipple and just start sucking and running my tongue around in circles. He pulls my head hard against his chest and moans.

“Oh man… Oh baby, that feels really good; suck my fuckin’ nipple baby.”

I work on his left nipple for a couple of minutes then move over to the right one and do the same things to it, biting, kissing and licking all around it. When I’ve decided I’ve got his nipples well taken care off I start heading my tongue south again; running it along his treasure trail, then back up to his belly button. I tongue fuck his belly button a couple of times and he giggles.

“Hey! That tickles!”

I pull my mouth off and look up at him, grinning. “It was supposed to.” He giggles again.

I lean my face back in and resume licking up and down his trail, while at the same time reaching down with my hands to un-tie his shoes. I get both of his shoes un-tied and slip them off his feet, just throwing them over my shoulder. There are times, like this, that I really don't give a damn about messes and order. After I get his shoes off, I come back for his socks and do the same thing, all the while I’m still licking all over his tummy and treasure trail. I love his trail, it’s so soft and fuzzy; and it tastes really good too. I don't know what kind of soap he uses, but he always smells really good.

I pull my face away from his tummy and look up at him, smiling. He looks down at me and winks, then blushes a little and giggles. Damn, he’s cute. I bring my hands up and land on the button to his jeans. I get the button loose, then lower the zipper down. I’ve been waiting for this moment for 2 weeks; I finally get to taste him. I’ve felt him, I’ve held it while he pisses, and I’ve even touched his balls a few times, but this is the first time I get to taste him. I grab both sides of his jeans and lower them down his legs, stopping when I get to his ankles. He lifts his feet up one at a time and I pull his jeans off and sling them behind me, hitting the wall. He giggles again. I’m now face to face with an incredibly hard, leaking cock, hidden behind the pouch of a white jock strap. Oh man…. I look up at him, grinning.

“Oh fuck Brody; that’s just about the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. How’d you know I love a man in a jock?”

“I told you; I listen. You like?”

“I love.”

We smile at each other, then I lower my eyes back to the sight in front of me. I just sit on my knees for a few moments, taking it in. When I’ve got an eye full I lower my head and take a swipe of his cloth covered cock with my tongue. He moans. Oh God, the taste is addictive. I turn my head a little and try to lock my mouth along his cock, running my tongue up and down the length of it, getting the jock even wetter than it already is. While I’m working my mouth and tongue along his cock I’m bringing my hands very slowly up the backs of his legs, barely touching his skin. He shivers and moans; and I can feel it through his cock; it’s incredible. I finally reach the bottom of his ass with my hands and then cup each cheek, while running my tongue up the length of his cock, starting at his balls. He whimpers and moans, then shivers a little. I bring my hands slowly around to the front of him, running my fingers lightly down the front and sides of his pelvis, stopping when I get to his crotch. He shivers again. I run my fingers slowly back and forth around his inner thigh, then over to his balls, then back to his thighs a few times.

Using my right index finger, I slip it inside the pouch and run my finger up and down a couple of times, feeling the wetness and the soft skin of his leaking dick. I then pull the cloth out and to the side, letting his aching cock spring free, watching it sway twice before it settles right in front me, pointed straight at me. Oh hell yeah. The head is damp and his foreskin is pulled back about 2/3 of way, still covering his glans a little. I lean my head forward and take a swipe of his piss slit with my tongue. He moans. I do it again, then I lower my head and stick my tongue out and bring it all the way up the length of his now hard 7”, stopping at the head and giving it a light kiss.

“Oh fuck yeah Jeff, God that felt good!”

Always looking to please my man I do it two more times and he moans each time. Enough fucking around, I grab the base of his cock with my right hand and just lower my mouth onto him; taking about 6” of him in. He moans. I hold him in my mouth for a few moments, then I start swishing my tongue back and forth across the bottom of his cock while it’s still buried in my mouth. He shivers and moans. I slowly pull my mouth back up, letting my tongue drag across the bottom of his cock until I reach the head, where I swirl my tongue around 3 or 4 times, then head right back down. While I’m doing this my left hand is massaging his ass cheek and my right hand is holding his balls. Brody has his hands on my head, running his fingers around my hair while trying to thrust more of his dripping dick into my mouth. I do the deep-throat, tongue swirl thing a few more times, then I pull off his cock, running my fist up the shaft to move the foreskin forward. I’m watching it move and moaning. As someone that’s circumcised, this whole foreskin thing has always fascinated the hell out of me. I love watching it move back and forth, and that’s exactly what I was doing now.

When I’ve played with his foreskin a few times I lean my head forward and stick my tongue out. I pull up on his cock with my fist, bringing his skin forward covering his cock, then stick my tongue in it and start swirling it all around inside. He moans really loudly and then grabs my hair in his hands. I keep doing this for a few minutes, reveling in the taste and texture; it’s a hell of a rush for me. And from the sounds going on above me I think he’s enjoying it just as much. I play with his foreskin for a few minutes then get back down to business. While I have the head of his dick in my lips the last time, I just bury him down my throat and begin sucking him; setting up a really nice rhythm. I go down as far and I can, then slowly come up, then right back down again. I suck his cock like this for about 5 minutes then pull off, taking one last swipe of his head and look up at him, grinning. I know what I want now.

“Sit down on the bed baby, lie down and bring your legs up. I want that ass of yours.”

He gets a huge, shit-eating grin on his face and does as I asked. When he’s in position I just look at the incredible ass in front of me and moan.

“Oh fuck me… Damn boy, you have a fine ass; I gotta taste it.” He giggles once and I get to work.

I lower my face down, and sticking my tongue out, take a swipe of his crack, running my tongue all the way from his lower back to his balls. He shivers. I repeat this 5 or 6 times, then I just clamp my mouth over his hole and start swirling my tongue around in circles, occasionally jabbing in, then doing it all over again. I have my hands on the sides of his ass and my face buried in what is the sexiest ass I’ve ever had the pleasure of eating. The scent and the taste are just overwhelming and I can’t get enough. I run my mouth and tongue around his ass for about 10 minutes; just so hungry for it I can’t satisfy myself. When I have his ass dripping wet, I decide it’s time to go deeper. I lock my mouth over his hole again and just shove my tongue in at far as I can get it and begin just fucking the hell out of him with my tongue.

“OH FUCK!! God that feels fuckin’ great! Eat my fuckin’ ass!! Yeah baby, slam that tongue in my ass. Oh God….”

I just keep eating his ass like a starving man. I tongue fuck it, bite it, swirl my tongue around it, kiss it, lick it and just go to town on it. I was in heaven and I wasn’t about to stop anytime soon. He is moaning, panting and swearing above me but I can barely hear him I’m so engrossed in the ass laid out in front of me. I just keep at it; I can’t get enough. After about 30 minutes or so I decide to up the ante a little and I bring my finger into play. I stick my right index finger in my mouth to get it wet, and bring it to his hole. I rest it there for a second, slightly rubbing it around, feeling my tongue wash over it a couple of times, then I gently ease it in his hole. He moans really loud again and when I’m about half-way in his ass muscles clamp down on it and he moans again.

“Oh God yes. That feels soooo good. Finger my ass dude. Finger my fuckin’ hole.”

He relaxes his ass a little and I finish pushing my finger the rest of the way in. He grunts and moans. I leave my finger buried for a few seconds then very slowly withdraw it. He moans the entire time I’m pulling out. When I get to my nail I wiggle my finger a couple of times then slide it right back in. He clamps down again and moans. I turn my finger side to side a couple of times, then wiggle a couple, then draw it back. I do this 2 or 3 times, then I just start sliding my finger in and out of his ass, setting up a nice rhythm, wiggling a little when on the outbound, then sliding right back in again. He’s moaning and panting and I’m just glued to the action in front of me. It’s a hell of a lot of fun watching my finger slide in and out of his ass. I know he’s primarily a top, but he seems to love having his ass licked, played with and finger fucked. He’s constantly panting and swearing above me while I finger his hole. I’m getting incredibly turned on doing this and I want more; I need to feel him inside of me. I continue finger fucking him for another couple of minutes, then I pull my finger out, lick around his ass a couple of times, pull my face out and look up at him.

He is sweating, the liquid glowing on his sexy body. He looks so hot to me right now. I reach up and take his ankles in my hands and lower his legs back down, him releasing the hold he has under his knees. He opens his eyes and looks up at me, grinning.

I smile down at him. “Hey sexy. Move up on the bed some more; like all the way.”

He giggles. “You gonna fuck me now that you’ve worked my ass over?”

I grin. “Nope. I’m gonna suck your cock some more, but I’m tired of being on the floor.”

“Oooo. OK. Go for it; I love the way you make my cock feel; you’re pretty fuckin’ excellent at that yourself. And don't even get me started on the ass eating. My God. I’ve never had anyone go down on my ass like that before. You’re like a fucking animal down there. I get the impression you really like doing that.”

“Oh baby, you don't know the half of it; I fucking love doing that. That is my all time favorite sport.”

He laughed. “I never knew it was a sport, but yeah, fuck Jeff, you’re amazing. You can do that any time you feel like it. That was mind blowing.”

“I’m glad you like it; I plan on doing it as much as you’ll let me. Now spread your legs a little; I want good access to everything.” I crawled up on the bed and took my position over his cock.

“Hell yeah baby; whenever you want; go for it.”

He spreads his legs and I go back down and swallow his cock. He’d gone down just a little while we’d been talking but sprang right back to life when I had him in my mouth. I needed to get him back into the swing of things, and I needed him rock hard for my next trick. I wanted him in me. I began sucking his cock; this time being able to take him all the way to his balls because of the better angle and he loved it. I sucked his cock for about 5 minutes, making sure I got his balls a few times while I was down there. When I had him rock hard and throbbing again I pulled off, jumped off the bed and reached into the nightstand for the goodies.

He looked over at me. “Whatcha doin’?”

“Gettin’ you a present.” I pulled out the lube and a couple of condoms, turned around and showed them to him. He got a big grin on his face.

“Those are for me?” he asked.

“Well, they’re for you to use; on me.”

“Ooooo. I like. Christmas in September; fuck yeah!” He giggled and I laughed.

“Well, if you wanna look at it that way, yeah. I want to feel you inside me. I need to feel you inside me.” I smiled down at him while climbing back up on the bed.

“Oh hell yeah; I’d love that.”

I opened the lube up and grabbed a finger full and smeared it all over his cock. When I had it ready, I ripped the condom wrapper off, pulled it out and placed it on the head of his cock. I’d never put a condom on an un-cut cock before, but I figured it worked the same, so I just held the tip and rolled it down his dick. He was watching me the whole time; a sexy smile on his lips and lust in his eyes. I took some more lube and slathered up his rubber bound cock, making sure he was all greased up. Then I took some more on my fingers and took care of myself. It had been a long time since anything was up there; I wanted to be as lubed up as possible without dripping. When I was ready, I wiped my hands off on the blanket that was at the end of the bed, then I straddled him, my ass right over his throbbing dick.

“I love it on my back sexy man, but we’re starting this way because I’ve been ‘exit-only’ for 4 years. I have all the control this way, but take it easy on me for a few.” I smiled down at him.

“Oh God baby, I’d never do anything to hurt you. Take all the time you need; go as slow as you need. Believe me, I’ll stay hard; don't worry about that. Hell, I’m still a little shocked you’re letting me do this.”

“Damn you’re sweet. Thank you baby; I love you.”

“I love you too; with all my heart.”

I smile down at him and begin to lower myself down, while holding his cock; aiming it for him. I feel the head of his cock at my hole; it feels really good there too. I push down a little and I feel him slip inside. Oh yeah… I go down as far as my sphincter and stop, looking at him and smiling. I take a few moments to breathe and relax, then apply more pressure and slip past. OH. He’s not exactly little down there. I’ve had bigger, but not in a long, long time. I let my ass adjust a little then lower myself down the rest of the way. He’s all the way in and I feel really full. I stop again and relax; trying to let my ass adjust to the invasion.

He was watching me, my face, rather than what was happening below. He is sweet. “You OK baby?”

“I’m good; just lettin’ things adjust. You’re big; I feel kinda full.” I giggled.

He giggled too then smiled at me. “Well I’m not exactly huge, but I’ve never had any complaints. Take your time; whenever you’re ready. I’m enjoying the feelings going through my cock right now. You are definitely tight; it’s like being in a virgin.”

I laughed. Ooo, that feels kinda good on my ass. “I’m a long way from being a virgin baby, but thank you anyway.”

I pull my ass up the entire length of his cock, hold it there for a moment, then sit back down. Once I’m down I flex my ass muscles a couple of times.

“Oh fuck! That was nice. Do that again.”

I flex my ass again and he moans and then smiles at me. I pull myself back up, flex one more time, then sit back down on him. It’s starting to come back to me and I love feeling him inside of me. I raise up again then sit back down hard. We both grunt. I bring my hands down on the bed by his shoulders and lean forward, raising off him just a little, and kiss him. He grabs my head and thrusts his tongue into my mouth and starts making out with me. God, he tastes good; and he’s so good at making out. I pull away from the kiss after a few moments and pull myself a little higher off his cock. When I feel like he’s about to pop out, I slide right back down, going balls-deep again. This is starting to feel really good. The pain is gone and I’m getting more and more into it. I start fucking myself on him with a good, steady pace for about 3 or 4 minutes, finally stopping with him buried in me. I look down at him. He is so sexy, lying there, kinda spread-eagle, with a look of pure satisfaction on his face.

“You look like you’re enjoying this.” I say to him.

“Oh God; you have no idea how much.” He smiles up at me.

“Well, how would you like to change it up a little?”

“What’d you have in mind, sexy?”

“You get to do all the work from here on out, but starting with you behind me; doggie style. Sound good?”

“Oh fuck yeah.” He makes his cock jump in me then giggles.

“Show off.” He laughed.

I pull myself off of him, swing my leg over and kinda sit on my legs while he gets up and off to the side. I line myself up with the headboard and assume the position; arms and knees, ass in the air, back arched. He gets in behind me and rubs my ass a couple of times then runs his hands up and down my back a couple of times.

“You ready baby?” He asks.

“I’m ready, willing and able. Get back to work you sexy motherfucker.”

He giggles then lines his cock up with my hole, holding my hips in his hands and slowly slides himself back into me, going steady and strong. When he bottoms out we both groan.

“Oh fuck me... God you feel so good in there. I love the way your cock fills my ass; it’s so good. Fuck me baby; I’m all yours.”

He pulls himself out to the edge then slides right back in. We both moan again. He makes his cock jump in me a couple of times then does it again; pulling out to the edge and driving himself back in. He does this 4 or 5 times; just getting a feel for things, then begins to ride my ass in earnest. He holds on to my hips and pulls himself out, then shoves right back in, but pulling back again before he hits bottom. He just keeps doing this over and over, fucking himself into me, but just sliding his cock along my ass, never bottoming out. It feel’s incredible. He fucks me this way for about 7 or 8 minutes, just sliding his cock in and out of me, over and over again. We’re both moaning and panting. I haven’t been fucked in a long time, and he is fucking me better than most ever had. It feels so good. Then as I’m really getting into it, and I’m kinda off in my own little world, he pulls all the way out.

“Hey, put that back in there!”

He giggles. “Hold on a sec. If I keep going like that I’m gonna cum, and I don't want to yet; I’m enjoying the hell outta this.”

“Oh, OK. I thought you were just teasin’ me. I don't want you cumming yet either; take all the time you need.”

“Gee thanks.” We both start laughing.

“Any time.”

“Smart ass! Keep making me laugh and you’ll have to be punished.”

“Ooooo. What’d you have in mind?”

He laughs again. “Fucker… I’ll slap your fucking ass if you keep that up.”

“Don't let me stop ya.”

He pulls his right hand off my hip and slaps me lightly on the ass.

“Oh please… My 92 year old grandmother spanks harder than that; you big pussy.”

He busts up laughing. “Goddman you!! That’s just wrong on so many levels.” We’re both laughing now. He finally manages a little control. “Oh fuck…. You’re evil. Thanks a lot for that mental image.”

“You’re welcome. Bet you’re not about to bust a nut, are ya?” I start laughing again.

Now he’s laughing again. “Fuck you. I may never bust another one.”

“I hear ya sayin’ it, but I don't feel ya doin’ it. Get back to fucking work! And slap my ass like a real man for chrissake!”

He’s still laughing. He finally regains some control and slaps my ass again; only harder this time.

“That’s more like it; do it again, then shove that fucking cock back in me.”

He slaps my ass again, even harder this time.

“Fuck yeah! There ya go. Now stick that meat back in there!”

He line’s his cock up with my ass and, holding it because he went a little soft, shoves it back in me. When he’s buried, I flex my ass a few times to try to bring him back to life. He moans and I feel him get harder inside me. Damn, that worked better than I thought; nothing like being 24 I think to myself. He starts fucking himself in and out of me again, setting up the same pace he was using before. Within a couple of minutes he’s back in the groove and I hear him moaning again. A couple of minutes later he pulls himself completely out again and smacks my ass, then shoves his cock back in.

“Oh fuck yes!! Hell yeah boy, that’s what I’m talkin’ about.”

He fucks into me a few more times then does it again. He repeats this about 7 or 8 times then grabs my hips and starts slamming into my ass, making us both grunt each time.

“Fuck yeah baby! Go to town on my ass! I love it!”

He fucks me hard and fast for about 5 more minutes, then stops, balls-deep in my ass. I wonder if he’s busting. Doesn’t feel like he’s having an orgasm, maybe he’s just taking a break again. He makes his cock jump in me 3 times, then pulls out and slaps my ass again.

“Roll over!”

“Yes Sir!” I drop down on the bed and roll over, pulling my legs up and holding them under my knees with my forearms. “Go for it!”

He line’s his cock back up with my ass and drives forward, filling me up to the hilt. We both groan and he stays buried in me for a few moments. He’s looking down at me with lust in his eyes and a sexy smile. He then makes his cock jump a couple of times and pulls back up. He makes his cock jump again, then slides himself back in. Before he reaches bottom he’s back on the up-stroke, then just starts fucking me with hard, powerful strokes, never quite bottoming out. He fucks me this way for another 4 or 5 minutes, then begins using short jabs, followed by long, power strokes, then back to the short jabs. I’m in fuckin’ heaven.

“Oh God…. Oh God…. That feels so good baby. Fuck yeah. Keep doing that!”

“Oh hell yeah, it’s fuckin’ great! I’m not gonna last much longer like this, but its fuckin’ great!”

He continues fucking me with the short jab, long stroke, rinse and repeat method for another 7 or 8 minutes. From time to time he leans his head down for a nice, wet sloppy kiss, then pulls his head back and keeps right on fucking. He feels so good inside of me, and I still have trouble believing this sexy, 24 year old man is here with me, fucking me like an animal. I’m beginning to wish I had a view of this from behind; I’d love to see his incredible ass flexing as he fucks me.

As soon as I finished that thought he calls out his warning.

“I’m gonna fuckin’ cum baby. Goddamn! I’m gonna cum.”

“Do it! Cum in my ass, you sexy fucker!”

“Arrrggghhhhh Here it is! Oh fuck….. Yeah!!!”

He thrusts himself into me one last time, burying himself balls-deep, and unloads into the condom. He’s grunting and shaking and swearing the whole time. It’s incredible to watch; to see the different expressions on his face, to see his body convulse and to feel him unloading into me. He’s holding himself over me with his arms while he has his orgasm, I feel the sweat from his face dripping down onto me, and I’m just in awe of the whole thing.

He finishes his orgasm, still buried in me, and calls out one last time. “FUCK!!!”

He looks down at me, breaking into a smile, then lowers himself down on top of me, his head going to the side of mine. I pull my arms around him, lower my legs a little, and just wrap him up; letting him relax and come back down. I feel and hear him panting in my ear, while feeling his chest rise and fall on top of mine. It’s an awesome feeling, having this man lying on top of me, coming down from his orgasm, holding him tight against me, feeling his cock still in my ass. I don't remember ever feeling more content and happy. We stay like that for about 5 minutes, with me occasionally kissing the side of his face, while he recovers. I felt his cock slip out of me a couple of minutes ago, but I’m still loving the feeling of having him on top of me. He feels so good right there. When he’s completely recovered, he lift’s his head up and looks at me with a huge smile on his face. I smile right back at him, then he lowers his face to mine and kisses me; a nice, warm, sexy kiss. I could easily do this every day. He pulls his head up and looks down at me again.

“That was fuckin’ incredible baby… Damn… Thank you baby; that was awesome!”

I giggle. “You’re welcome. That was awesome. I loved every minute of it. I hope you take your vitamins, because we’ll be doing that a lot.”

He smiles big. “We will huh?”

“Yeah… I may be 40, but I’m a horny 40; get used to it.”

He laughs. “Horny 40 huh? I can deal with that. I’m a horny 24; we should get along great!”

“Hell yeah. I have no doubts about my ability or desire to keep up with you. You’ve just rocked my world; expect to have yours rocked as often as possible.”

He laughs again. “Fuck yeah!! Bring it on….” He leans down and kisses me one last time then rolls off, making sure to keep hold of the condom while he does. Once he’s on his back he pulls the condom off and holds it up to tie it off. I’m looking at the gift he left in it.

“Fuck baby; that’s a nice load. I’m impressed!”

Giggling, “Well I had great motivation.” He jumps off the bed and walks into the bathroom to dump the used condom in the toilet. I was expecting to hear the toilet flush; instead I hear a long, loud stream of piss hitting it. While he’s in there pissing I’m thinking about the whole condom thing. I know I’m clean; it’s been 4 years and I’ve been tested twice a year. I mean, condoms definitely make for easier clean up and safety; but I’d like to be able to taste him and feel him unload in me. I hear the toilet flush and then the water run while he washes his hands. After he’s dried off and back in bed I look over at him and smile.

“Hey sexy. All cleaned up and ready to go again?”

He laughs. “All cleaned up, but not quite ready to go again; give me about 30 minutes, then I’m all yours again.”

“Well, you’re all mine now, but I was actually joking about going again.”

“You’re right; I am all yours now; anytime – always.”

“Me too baby, me too.” He leans his head to mine and gives me a sweet kiss. Mmmm. I love this man more every moment. “Hey baby, I have a question. Probably not the best time to ask it; and I’ve never asked it before, but here goes. About the whole condom thing…. As you know, it’s been 4 years for me, and I get tested twice a year; I’m clean as a whistle. Can we do away with the rubbers? I mean, I know they’re great for quick and easy clean up, but I want to taste you and feel you unload in me.”

“I guess we could… I haven’t been with anyone since I’ve moved here; they’re all such dickheads, and not in a good way, that I didn’t hook up with anyone. The last guy I was with was about 8 months ago, in Alabama, and we used condoms. I have been tested, and I’m clean as a whistle too.” He smiles at me. “I guess if you want to do away with the latex I’m all for it. I’ve only had un-protected sex once, so being able to do away with the rubbers will be a nice change for me.”

“Cool. Thanks. It’s not that I have anything against them; they definitely serve their purpose, but since we’re in a committed relationship I thought we’d do away with ‘em. Like I said, they’re great for easy clean-up, but they kinda get in the way sometimes.”

“Sure. I agree with you completely. The rubbers are gone!” He laughs. “Just outta curiosity though, why get tested every six months if you’re living like a priest?”

I laugh. “Hell, from what I read, priest’s get more action than I’ve had. No, it’s just that I get a physical every 6 months, and they do a complete blood and urine work-up. The only thing that’s ever been questionable was I’ve been told I was dehydrated. I know what caused that so I took care of it.”

“Not enough jizz in your diet?”

Laughing. “No… smart-ass! Not enough water. I was a major Pepsi-holic; that’s all I drank besides coffee. I hate drinking water though, so I switched it up to Gatorade; only having a diet-Pepsi about once or twice a month. It took me a while to get off them too; I couldn’t believe I’d become addicted to soda pop.”

“Well it is just as addictive as smoking or drugs. Speaking of smoking addictions, I’d like to have one now. You know, the whole post-orgasm smoke?”

“Me too; you got it baby. Let’s go have one; there’s no smoking in our bed.”

“Fair ‘nuff. I don't smoke in bed anyway. And thanks, for calling it ‘our bed’, that meant a lot to me, believe it or not.”

I smiled and winked at him. “It is our bed now. So let’s go have a smoke in our living-room, in our house.” I kissed him then jumped out of bed, grabbing my t-shirt and throwing it on.

“You got it. Why the t-shirt? You’re nipples get cold and hard being outta bed?”

I turned red. “No, not that… You’ll just think it’s dumb.”

“No I won’t; tell me. And if you tell me it’s a body-image thing you’re in for a fight.”

“Well, it is, and please just don't go there right now. Let’s just go have a smoke. OK?”

“For you… Anything. Come on, sexy man…” He got up and grabbed my hand in his and led me out to the kitchen. We get to the kitchen table and he grabs the pack of cigarettes and light’s two of ‘em up, handing me one with a smile. “Have a seat baby. You want that diet Pepsi now?” He gives me an evil grin.

I laughed. “Fuck it, why not? It’s in the fridge. Thank you.” He laughed and grabbed two bottles and came and sat with me. We had our smoke and drank our Pepsi. He was looking at me with a lopsided grin.”

“What?”

He laughed. “I experienced a first tonight; and it kinda blew me away.”

“What was that?”

“Well, two of ‘em actually….” He turned a little pink. “The first was laughing my ass off while having sex. That was a fucking trip.”

I laughed. “Yeah, but it’s not a bad thing. It accomplished the goal of ending your impending orgasm and it lightened the mood. Besides, it was funny as hell. There’s nothing wrong with laughing or giggling during sex baby.”

“No, there definitely isn’t; it was funny. It’s just something I’ve never done before. You’re right though, it was good. It made the whole night even better.”

“Good. I’m glad… What’s the other first for you?”

He turned bright red. “Spanking you.”

I smirked. “Spanking me specifically, or spanking anyone?”

“Both. I guess they kinda tie into each other, don't they? Anyway, I’ve never done that before either. That was a trip.”

“Did you like it?”

He turned redder. “Yeah, I did. It was kind of a rush; a power rush I guess, and it shocked the hell outta me that you wanted me to do it.”

“Well I’m glad you liked it; I know I did. Baby, there’s a lot more to sex than just busting a nut. It’s where you can let yourself go. You can laugh, you can yell and cuss, you can cry, you can spank and hold and grab things, you can just cut loose. Why hold back? Why limit yourself? Have as much fun with it as you can.”

“That all sounds great. It’s just I’ve never been with anyone that wanted to do those things. I’ve been with about 12 guys, but by comparison they all seem kinda boring now.” He laughs.

“They were. Don't limit yourself; don't let yourself be afraid to explore new things. You never know what you’ll try that will just turn you the fuck on. If you have fantasies, please, tell me about them. I’ll do whatever I can to make ‘em happen. Don't let yourself get stuck in the same ole rut of kiss, fuck, cum, sleep. I mean, it’s good, but there’s so much more to try.”

“So you’re basically telling me you’re a kinky perv?”

I laughed. “No not at all. I’m actually probably the most passionate, romantic, loving, cuddly guy you’ve ever met. But I do like to change things up during sex, and I like to try new things. That’s my time to cut loose. As you’ve noticed, I’m very button-down and quiet most of the time, but sex is my time to let it out.”

He smirked. “Yes you are; all those things. I just never knew, or even suspected, about your ‘wild’ side.” We both laugh. “Those are all the reasons I’ve fallen so much in love with you; your passion, your romanticism and definitely your cuddliness. I’m just surprised, I guess, to find out about the other side of you; it’s such a huge departure from the outside you. I like it though.” He grins at me.

I smile at him. “I’m glad. Like I said, if you ever have a fantasy, or have an on-going one, you’d like to fulfill, please tell me about it. We’ll make it happen. Well, OK, there are a couple of caveats to that. First is, no 3-ways; I don't want anyone else, I have you. And two, I can’t see myself doing the whole S&M, breath control thing. Other than those, I’m pretty open-minded about stuff.”

“Well I’ve done the whole 3-way thing, so it’s not a fantasy anymore. It definitely was at one time, but I fulfilled it and moved on. And I agree about the breath-control thing; sounds scary as hell and I want nothing to do with it.”

“I think everyone has the 3-way fantasy, and yes I’ve fulfilled mine as well. It was hot as hell, but I’m not very good at sharing someone I’m in love with, so no worries there. So…. What other fantasies do you have?”

He turned red again and looked down.

“Come on baby, spill it! I promise you, I won’t make light of it, I won’t laugh, and I won’t think you’re weird or kinky.”

He was still a little red, but looked up at me and smiled a little. “I’ve…. I’ve…. Fuck…. You’re gonna think this is gross. I can’t say it.”

“Water-sports?”

He turned bright red. I think I guessed right first try.

He looked down at the table, and in a quiet voice, “Yeah….”

I got a big grin on my face. “Really!? Fuckin’ A! Me too!”

His head snapped up and he looked at me kinda shocked. “No way! You?”

“Yeah me, why not? I’ve thought about it several times. I’ve watched videos that had it and got really turned on. I didn’t really understand why I was getting turned on, but I did. And yeah, I’d like to try it some time.”

He shook his head, smiling. “You’re fuckin’ with me. I heard everything you said about cutting loose during sex, but I still can’t picture you doing water-sports. It’s just not you.”

“Well, I haven’t done them, but I want to try it. So no, I’m not fuckin’ with you; I’m dead serious. Tell ya what, I’ll tell you what I’d like to try; what I’ve thought about, and then you can tell me yours. Sound like a plan?”

“OK. Sure. Lay it on me.” He grins

“I haven’t really thought about someone pissing down my throat, and I’m not sure I wanna try it, but I have thought about, and would like to try, someone, well you actually, pissing on me while we’re in the shower sometime. I’d also like to have you piss in my ass after you’ve busted a nut in there. Your turn.” I grinned at him.

He was a little pink again. “Wow…” I smirk. “You’d really want to do those things with me huh?”

“Hell yeah! I can’t think of anyone I’d rather do them with.”

“Cool… I could get into that. I mean, hell yeah, that’s like really fuckin’ close to the things I’ve thought about. I have thought about someone pissing all over me, and I’ve also thought about taking it in my mouth, just to get the full experience.” He turned a little pink. “I’ve also… I’ve done it to myself in the bathtub. I just reclined back in the tub and pissed all over myself.”

“How’d you like it?”

“It was actually really hot. I got hard immediately afterward, then I jerked off and came all over my stomach, adding it to the pee. It was kind of a rush actually, and it only took me like 2 minutes to get off.”

“Fuckin’ A! Sounds hot; I’d love to watch you do it some time.”

He laughed. “I don't think I could do that with someone watching me.”

I grinned at him. “Oh, I think under the right circumstances, and after enough motivation, you could make it happen. It would be hot as fuck to watch you do that.” I grinned at him again, then paused a second. “OK, I’ve done the same thing. Actually I’ve done it about 5 or 6 times. So yeah, I know exactly what you’re talking about; it’s hot. I also have a pair of old 501’s that I’ve ‘broken in’ Actually, the first piss video I ever watched was guys pissing in their Levi’s, so that’s the first thing I tried. It took me a long time to cut loose; after all those years of knowing it was wrong to piss your pants, it’s hard to do it on purpose.”

He laughed. “I bet… OK, I’ve never done that one, but I’d be willing to give it a try. So, are you willing to let me watch you do these things? Piss all over yourself and wet your pants?”

“Sure, but you gotta help a little bit, by washing me down too. I’d say we could do it together, but I don't think we could both lie down in the tub at the same time.”

He laughed. “Probably not, but I would be willing to try it. I’d like to try everything we’ve talked about.” He paused for a minute, looking at me with a goofy grin on his face. “Let me see if I get this… You’re willing to let me piss all over you, cum all over you and piss in your ass, but you won’t walk around the house without a shirt on?”

I turned red again and groaned. “Yeah, pretty much… Arrggghhhh You just don't understand what it’s like; you’re fucking sexy as all hell; you’ve probably been showing your body off since you were 2 years old. I was wearing a fucking t-shirt in the swimming pool when I was 8 because I had boy boobies.”

He laughed. The fucker. “Boy boobies?” He laughs again. “I’m sorry. I’m really sorry baby, I am. I didn’t mean to laugh; it’s just I’ve never heard anyone say boy boobies before. You gotta admit, it’s kind of a funny word.”

I laughed. “Yeah, it is. But it does give you an indication of what I went through, and what I still feel about myself. I’ve lost the boy boobies, but I’m still chubby, and I’m not comfortable walking around without a shirt on. Hell, I won’t even wear shorts out in public. I wear ‘em all the time around here, but I will not walk out that door without putting pants on.”

“God, why not? You have great fuckin’ legs! I’d kill to have solid ass fuckin’ legs like yours. Your calf muscles alone are bigger and more solid than my thighs. I’d be proud of those fuckers and showin’ ‘em off to everyone!”

“Because fat people shouldn’t wear shorts in public. And definitely not halter tops if you’re a fat woman in Wal-mart.”

He laughed again. “Well I agree with ya on the fat halter tops at Wal-mart, but you’re not fat baby, and you have great fuckin’ legs that you should be showin’ off.”

“They’re only solid from haulin’ my ass around all these years. OK, I’ll admit, I like my legs, they are solid and pretty good lookin’ actually. That’s why I can sit here with nothing on from the waist down and not worry about it. I like my cock, I like my ass and I like my legs, it’s just from the waist up to my neck I’m not happy with.”

He’s shaking his head. “Damn you’re hard on yourself. Stop that!! You know there’s a way to make yourself feel better about yourself, right?”

“Yeah, yeah; diet and exercise.”

“Don't say it like that. OK. How much do you weigh, and how much do you wanna weigh?”

“I’m at 242; I’d like to be at most 180.”

“And you’re 5-11?”

“Yep.”

“OK. 175-180 would be right for you; you’re a big guy no matter what. You don't need to be at 150 or something skinny; you wouldn’t look right. You’re a fuckin’ bear of a man, and a scrawny you wouldn’t look right. I love you just the way you are, but you don't, and we need to help you feel better about yourself.” I roll my eyes. “Don't fuckin’ roll your eyes at me! I’m here for you, you stubborn bastard, and I’ll do whatever you want me too to help you!”

“I’m sorry…. I didn’t mean to offend you; I’ve just been through this before.”

“Well you haven’t been through it with me ridin’ your ass. And I don't mean that in a fun way either.” He gives me an evil grin. “If you wanna do this, if you’re serious about it and you want to make yourself feel better about yourself, I’m with you every fucking step of the way. You can yell at me, rant and rave, whine and cry and call me every name in the book for workin’ your ass, but I will not back down. Always keep in mind though; this is for you, NOT me! I love you just the way you are. I think you’re sexy as all hell and I would very proudly show you off to anyone. So tell me now. You want my help with this?”

I looked at him, kinda shocked that he’d gone off on me, but loving him even more that he cared so much. I wasn’t sure what to say. I believed him when he told me I was sexy to him, but I wasn’t to myself, and I guess I really needed to change that. “OK. Yes. I want your help. I will follow your instructions and do what you want me to do. I hate diets, and I really hate so called healthy food, but I’ll do what it takes.”

He smiled at me. “Good. I’m here with you, every step of the way. Answer me honestly about something though. Are you doing this for you, or me?”

I smiled at him. “Honestly, 40% for you and 60% for me.”

He smiled. “Good enough, as long as the for you is bigger than the for me. So what don't you like about ‘so called healthy food’?”

“Everything. It has no taste. I feel like a cow grazing in the pasture. It’s like eating outta the garbage disposal after you’ve peeled the potatoes.”

He laughed out loud. “That’s some funny shit Jeffrey. OK…. No salads for you…. Honestly though baby, you really don't have to eat salads and vegetables the rest of your life, you just have to cut back on the good shit. Like dinner tonight. It was great, and we both ate like pigs at the trough, but we should throttle it back. We can still eat the exact same dinner, just less of it. And exercise. Exercise, exercise, exercise. And the exercise doesn’t have to be boring either. You have any idea how many calories are burned while having sex? Think of it that way. And since we’ve discovered we’re both kinky pervs, we can crank up the acrobatics and burn a few more calories.”

I laughed. “Yeah, I could deal with that kind of exercise. I don't mind exercise. I like to walk, and I’ve even worked out before, but I don't like doing it alone. I do a lot of things alone, and I don't mind it at all, but not exercise or walking. So, now that you’re here with me, I think I’ll enjoy getting out and burning some fat and calories.”

“Good. I’ll be right there beside you. What about this cookie fetish you have goin’ on? You told me about it, and I see a Rubbermaid container sittin’ on the counter with what looks like cookies in it. Don't I get one, by the way? I mean, jeez, you tell me you’re an expert cookie maker and you don't even offer me one.” He grins at me. I jump up and grab the container and set it down in front of him.

“Help yourself. And yes, I have a killer cookie fetish; I love ‘em.”

He opens the container and looks in. “Oh fuck… Toll House, my faves. My mom used to bake these for me all the time.” He takes one, bites half of it off and chews, starting to moan as he’s chewing. He finally swallows and looks at me grinning. “Fuck baby, you weren’t joking. You are an expert cookie dude. These are fuckin’ delicious. Give mom a run for her money.” He pops the rest of the cookie in his mouth and then closes the container and pulls it away from me.

“Don't be takin’ my cookies anywhere now.”

He laughs with cookie in his mouth. He gets it all swallowed and looks at me. “They’re not your cookies anymore. They’re ours, and I will let you know when you can have one. And yeah, just one. How many of these do you bake at a time and how often?”

“Six dozen, once a week.”

“Holy crap batman! That’s a lot of fuckin’ cookies; you weren’t joking about a fetish. Well no more, baby. I’m sorry. I know you love them, and I know you’re damn good at baking them, but no more. You can bake one dozen a week if you really want to, but no more than that. Well OK, maybe 2 dozen, that way we both get 12 a week; and that’s only a little less than 2 a day if it helps to think of it that way.”

“Yeah, but the recipe, and the bag of chocolate chips makes 6 dozen.”

“Freeze the cookie dough. Just think, you won’t have to make a new batch all the time; just pull ‘em outta the freezer.”

“Yeah, but that’s cheating. That’s why I don't buy the crappy, already made dough in the first place. The only true Toll House cookie comes from making them from scratch; fresh. And if you think they’re good now, try ‘em as they’re coming outta the oven.”

He laughs again. “Believe me, I know what they’re like coming outta the oven; I’ve eaten hundreds of ‘em that way. Damn, you do take this whole cookie thing seriously, don't you?”

“Before I met you it was my one and only pleasure in life.”

“Wow baby, that’s actually a little sad. Well, you have me now, and I don't know about you, but I think I’m a lot tastier than even your cookies. You willing to let ‘em go?”

“You are tastier than the cookies. Yeah, I’ll let ‘em go... Well, I’ll let ‘em be ‘throttled back’. You may have to wean me off ‘em.”

“Like I said, you can still have ‘em and still bake ‘em, but you just can’t eat 6 dozen of ‘em in a week. That’s just not healthy anyway. I want you around for a long, long time. I know we said we’d never bring age into this, but you do have 16 years on me, so my time with you is already limited a little bit; don't shorten it any more, OK?”

“OK. I want to spend as much time with you as I possibly can; so you can take the cookies. It does however seem a bit retarded to worry about eating cookies when both of us smoke.” I grinned at him.

“You raise a very good point. But believe me baby, quitting smoking and starting a diet and exercise gig at the same time is not a good idea. It would defeat the purpose because we’d kill each other anyway over a cigarette and a cookie. Let’s worry about the smoking after we get used to eating better and exercising. I know I don't look it to you, but I need to do this too. I’m skinny, but I’m not that healthy; so this is good for both of us.”

“OK. I’m sick of talking about this and I’m getting tired. Let’s say we each have one more cookie” I give him a shit-eating grin “then go take a shower together and go to bed?”

“You got it, sexy fucker. Here’s your cookie; chew slowly it has to last you a while.” He opens the container and hands me a cookie, taking another for himself. And yes, I have noticed he’s one up on me. That’s what love is; letting him have more cookies.

When we’re done with our cookies and have one last sip of Pepsi he takes my hand and leads me back to the bedroom, making sure we’ve turned off the lights and checked the locks on the way. Once we reach the bedroom, he grabs the bottom of my shirt and pulls it over my head, throwing it on the floor behind me. He smiles at me, gives me a quick kiss, takes my hand again and leads me into the bathroom. I turn the exhaust fan on and he gets the water going, adjusting it to nice, warm temperature. He jumps in the shower first, then holds his hand out for me and pulls me in with him, grinning the whole time. After getting himself all wet and rinsed down, he steps aside and pulls me under the water. As I’m standing there getting wet I feel something warm hitting my balls. I look over and he’s got a shit-eating grin on his face, and I look down and watch the piss shooting out of his cock, heading right for my balls. I get hard almost instantly. I look back up at him and I have my own shit-eating grin.

“Aim a little higher sexy, I wanna feel it hit my chest and stomach.”

He laughs and aims his dick higher, pelting my chest with warm piss. I can feel it running down my body, through my crotch and down my legs. It is actually a hell of a turn on; and a complete surprise. I really wasn’t expecting this so soon. I start rubbing my hands around my body, splashing his warm piss all around me, then I reach down and grab my cock and start stroking it, feeling the warm fluid run through my fingers. He finally runs out of ammo and finishes off down the drain. He just looks at me with a goofy smile on his face, and somewhat pink tint to his cheeks.

“That was fuckin’ hot baby. And a hell of surprise; you been savin’ that up since we talked about it?”

He laughs. “Not saving it up, but did think about while we were headin’ in here. I was hoping you’d enjoy it; I was a little nervous about doing it.”

“I fuckin’ loved it baby. That was great!! You can do that anytime you want, as long as we’re in here. Come over here.”

He walks up to me and slips his arms around me and pulls me in tight, his mouth landing on mine, slamming his tongue in. I can feel his cock growing against mine; I guess it felt left out after finding mine already hard.

Brody breaks the kiss and looks at me, still with the goofy grin. “You liked that huh?”

“I did. Definitely!” I smile back at him.

“Good. Now it’s your turn. Cut loose baby.”

I laugh. “Well there’s a couple of problems with that. I’m rock hard and I really don't need to piss right now. We’ll try again when we’re about done; I can always wash you again if I’m successful.” I leer at him.

“Yeah, I can feel it; you made me hard. OK, we’ll try later. You owe me a piss!!” We both laugh and then start actually taking a shower. There is a limited supply of hot water and I hate cold showers. We each wash our own body, but end up washing each other’s hair, which is actually kind of erotic in itself for some reason. I guess I like it because I love running my hands through his hair. We get all rinsed off and he’s looking at me, the goofy grin back on his face. I look down at his cock, which is still semi-hard, then I look at mine, which is still rock hard. I look back up at him, grinning.

“I’m still rock hard baby; it’s all your fault too.”

“How is it my fault, I’ve haven’t touched him?”

“You’re within a 10 mile radius of me.”

He laughs. “Damn, is that all it takes? OK, I take back what I said about the Viagra; you definitely don't need any. I guess we’ll get out of here before the hot water’s gone, but you owe me boy!”

“You got it; I’ll start saving up now.”

He reaches down and turns off the water, then grabs the wash cloth from me, turns around and shakes it out to within an inch of its life. I start laughing. At this rate it’ll be dry before we even step out. I step up behind him and pull him into my arms, looking over his shoulder, grinning.

“I think its dry enough baby; leave some cotton in it.” I start laughing again.

“Hey, watch where you’re pointin’ that thing; I’m not lubed up!” I squeeze him tighter and thrust my cock into his ass. He squeals and giggles. I kiss his neck and release him, then open the shower door, letting the steam escape. He walks up by me and reaches out for the towel.

“We didn’t plan ahead baby; there’s still only one bath towel in here. You wanna share with me?” He asks grinning at me.

“I’ll share anything with you sexy man. Go for it, I’ll wait until you’re done. I’ll just watch; this could be fun. And you really can dry off out of the shower if you want; there is a rug there.”

“Nope. You said inside, so I’m doin’ it inside. Besides, I can kinda see your point, and running back to the bedroom naked has its advantages too.”

“Well since the bedroom’s only 3 feet away, it’s not exactly the same as streaking during a football game, but yeah, I’d like to watch.”

He laughs again, and then starts drying off. When he’s done he steps out of the shower and hands me the towel. I dry myself off, noticing he’s still standing right there, watching me. I smile at him.

“Watching to make sure I do this right?” I ask him, grinning.

“No, actually waiting to watch you fold it.” We both laugh.

“You’re giving me a complex about my obsessive behavior.”

He nods his head to the side and grins at me. “Maybe that’s my plan. If you’re always really self-conscience of your actions, knowing I’m watching your every move, you might learn to relax a little.”

“Hold on to that thought….”

I take the towel, fold it in half, since I have to do this in the shower, then turn and snap it several times, getting any excess water off it. I then grab the edges, holding it high in the air, and let the other end drop down. I make sure the tag is on the inside, then fold it into perfect thirds and hand it to him.

He busts up laughing and takes the towel from me. I just look at him, grinning, waiting to watch him hang it up. He shakes his head, turns and hangs it up perfectly. I laugh again.

“Turn the damn fan off and let’s get outta here. I’m ready for bed; I can’t wait to cuddle up with you.”

He turns around, shuts the fan off and heads into the bedroom; I’m right behind him, watching his ass as he walks. He does that well too. He’s now standing at the end of the bed, looking at me.

“Which side is yours?”

“It doesn’t really matter; I actually sleep in the middle most of the time. Make yourself happy.”

“I guess I should’ve realized that; your reading lamp is right in the middle of the headboard. Don't you need to be near the clock or anything?”

“I’m not waking up with any damn alarm. You might need it when you move in, so you can be sure to be up on time to go to work; I make my own hours. You just take that side, OK?”

“OK. That is actually ‘my’ side anyway; at my place. Just like the night you tucked me in; remember?”

I smiled. “I do actually. I remember every single moment of that night.”

He grinned, and then really softly, “So do I…”

“Jump into bed, flip the reading lamp on and I’ll kill the overhead and join you.”

“You’re not reading tonight, are you?”

“No! I just wanted to be able to see your face for a while, while I’m snuggled up with you.”

He grins. “OH! OK.”

We get the lights all situated and we’re both lying in bed, holding each other, nose to nose. It’s really nice, though really strange to be lying in bed with someone again. I guess he’s taken the place of my hug pillow. I smile at the thought. Never did really love that pillow anyway…And now his head is on it. That’ll work. He’s looking at me, grinning, like he can tell what I’m thinking. I turn red. He laughs.

“What on earth are you thinkin’ about that made you blush like that?”

I flush crimson and he laughs again. “Nothing…”

“Bullshit! Nobody get’s embarrassed thinking about ‘nothing’, what is it?”

“Arrrgghhh. I was just thinking about you’re taking the place of my hug pillow; and it made me happy, especially knowing it was your head that’s on it now. It was just something that ran through my head when I was looking at you.”

“Ahhhhh. Thank you baby; that’s actually really sweet; why get embarrassed?”

“’Cause you busted me thinking about it.”

He laughs again. “Well baby, it’s not like I busted you beating off in the bathroom, looking at your brother’s Playboy. It is sweet that you were thinking that; don't be embarrassed about it.”

I just look at him for a minute. Now he’s probably wondering what I’m thinking again. This is a vicious circle. I smile at him. “I love you.”

He smiles back. “I love you too.”

“You comfy?”

“Very!”

We lie there a few moments, just looking at each other. I lean in and kiss him softly. He brings his hand up to my face and rests it on my cheek while we’re kissing, then I pull back a few inches and resume staring at his eyes. We smile at each other; he’s still holding my face and it feels wonderful.

“You have no idea how great that feels to me…”

“I’m pretty sure I do; it feels great to me too. Jeff, I think I can safely say that everything you’re feeling right now are the same things I’m feeling. I’m very, very happy right now. I feel so loved and so great being here with you; looking at you, feeling you. You’re not alone baby.”

I almost feel like crying. He always seems to know what to say and when to say it. I just close my eyes, while turning my face a little to kiss his hand, then open my eyes again, finding him still there, looking at me, a beautiful smile on his face. I smile back at him.

“Damn… You have a beautiful smile, you know that?” He asks me.

I flush crimson and look at him for a second, wondering how he knew. “Oh Brody… That’s almost scary; I was just thinking the exact same thing about you…” He smiles bigger.

“It’s not scary, my love, it’s because we love each other, we can kinda see what the other is feeling. I can’t even put into words what you’re doing to me. The more time I get to spend looking at you and being with you, the more I fall in love with you. It’s anything but scary though; it makes me very, very happy.”

If he keeps talking I know I’m gonna start crying. I’m feeling overwhelmed with emotions and love at the moment and I’m feeling on the edge. I decide the best defense is a good offense. I wrap myself around him and pull him into me, holding him as tight as I can. He pulls his hand from my face and wraps his arms around me, holding me just as tight. I don't ever want to let go of him. We hold on to each other, our bodies wrapped around the other, just breathing in each other’s essence. It’s probably 10 minutes or more before we pull back from each other. I’m feeling weak and breathless and all I’ve done is hug him. I pull my head back and look into his eyes again. I see nothing but love and caring in them. An incredible feeling of warmth spreads throughout me. I pull my hand back and place it on his face, still looking at him.

“You’re my man. I love you with all my heart and soul, and I will never let you go…”

I thought I was going be the one to start crying, but he won. He has tears streaming down his face, and he’s just looking at me, staring deeply into my eyes. I use my hand to wipe his tears away, give him a gentle smile and lean forward and kiss him. He shudders and pulls me tight into him. I pull back from the kiss after a minute or so. He gives me a small smile.

I’m still looking into his eyes. “Are you all right love?”

He nods his head a little, the faint smile still there. “I’m much more than all right…”

I nod and smile; knowing how he’s feeling right now; the same way I am. I leave my hand on his face, wiping the last of his tears away, then just resting my hand there, feeling the warmth of his skin. We stay that way for about 10 more minutes; never breaking the connection our eyes have with each other. I finally look down, and then back up.

“You ready to get some sleep, my love?”

He smiles. “Yeah… I guess we should, huh?”

“It might be a good idea at some point; although I guess we’d just pass out after awhile.”

He smirks and grins. “Yeah, I guess we would huh?” That’d be good too; just passing out while looking at you…”

“Yeah, but then we don't get to tell each other goodnight. I don't want to ever miss being able to tell you goodnight, ever again.”

He smiles. “You’re gonna make me cry again.”

“I’m sorry. It’s ok though… You have no idea how close I am… I’ve been fighting like hell…”

He smiles at me. “Why are you fighting? Just let it go…”

“Nah… I’m better now. Now I’m just very, very happy. I was happy before, but really overwhelmed with emotion and love. It was either start bawling or wrap myself around you; I chose the hug.”

He chuckled. “I kinda had a feeling that’s what prompted it. That’s OK though; I love holding you; and being held by you.”

“That’s really good, because I love to hug, and you give good hug.”

He smirked. “Thanks. You give pretty damn good hug too.” He smiled again. “I love you… God, how I love you…”

“I love you too; more than I know how to say with just 3 words…”

Another beautiful smile from him. “I know… I can feel it. I’m ready now…”

I nod and smile at him. “Goodnight my love. Sweet dreams.”

“Goodnight lover. Sleep well. I love you.”

“I love you.”

I reach up and turn off the reading light, then lean in to him for a goodnight kiss. We share a sweet, warm kiss then pull back from each other, though still with our arms over the other. I close my eyes, feeling the warmth again, and fall asleep within minutes.

Chapter 3
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It’s Sunday, just after 1 o’clock, and we’re standing in the living room of his almost empty apartment taking a smoke break from our moving duties. We’ve spent pretty much the entire week living together already, with just a couple of days spent at his place to pack. He looks over at me and smiles.

“This should be the last load, don't you think?”

“Yeah, I don't even think it’d take both trucks to fit it all. We’ve done pretty good but then you really didn’t have a whole lot.”

“I have more; but it’s still in Alabama. I guess one of these days I should get it, but I haven’t felt like it since I moved here. When do you have to take your parent’s truck back to ‘em?”

“No particular time; I guess when we’re done with it.”

“So do I get to come along to meet them?”

“Sure, if you want to. I guess introducing you to them would be a good time to tell them about you.”

“What? You haven’t told them we’re together? Why not?”

“Don't panic. It’s not about you; it’s more about them never having shown any interest in anyone I’m with.”

“I thought you said they were OK with you being gay?” He’s looking a little concerned now.

“They are; in theory. It’s kind of like they’re good with me identifying as gay; as long as I don't really practice it.” I give him a lopsided grin.

“You’re kidding… How the fuck does someone identify as something but never practice it? It’s like being ‘sorta pregnant’ isn’t it?”

I laugh. “In a way, yeah. I don't know baby; they’ve just never really been all that interested in learning anything about my personal life. Hell, maybe they’ve just never liked who I was with before. You never know, they could love you like the gay son they’ve always wanted.” I grin at him.

“Shut up… I guess if I go with you we’ll find out, huh? I know they’re gonna give you shit about my age. Are you gonna tell me what they say when I’m outta ear shot, when we’re alone?”

“Of course... No secrets baby.”

“Good. So, what happens on holidays and shit, when everyone is together with spouses and kids? Didn’t you ever bring anyone?”

“Nope. Well my sister is the only one with rugrats. She has two; a boy and a girl. My oldest brother is married and has a step-son, but my other brother is single, though probably has several kids floatin’ around somewhere. I just always go stag; and it’s always worked out before because my partners at the time went to their family shindigs.”

“That’s just weird. So are they like a bunch of redneck homophobes or something?”

I laugh. “No baby, not at all. Hell, my sister and her husband are like this hip, new-age, yuppie-couple; I know they wouldn’t have any issues. My middle brother definitely doesn’t have any issues with it; it’s just my oldest brother that might be a problem. He’s just a general kind of dickhead. He’s never said anything out and out mean about me being gay; but I know he’s not real happy about it.”

“Kind of makes me glad I’m an only child. My parents were always really supportive and great about it. Hell, I think they knew before I did; they didn’t seem at all surprised or worried about it when I came out to them. They were really great about it actually.”

“That’s awesome; I envy you. How old were you when you came out to them?”

“15. How old were you when you came out?”

I laugh again. “21. I’m a late bloomer.”

“Fuck… Why did you wait so long? Well, when did you know?”

“I’ve known, or at least had an inkling of it since I was about 14 or 15. I waited so long because I was terrified of how they’d react. You have to remember, it was the 80’s, and things weren’t nearly as open and accepted as they are now. I went through hell for several years thinking I was the only one on the damn planet that felt this way. No internet back then.”

“True. But, what about going to the library? You could’ve checked out some books on it; I’m sure they had books about it back then, didn’t they?”

“Yeah, they had books. I was afraid of even looking at them on the shelves for fear someone would figure out I was a fag and tell my family; much less taking one up to the desk to check-out. I did finally get one, one day when I was like 16-1/2, and I actually stole the damn thing. I took it back when I was done, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to take it up to the front desk to check out.”

“You’re shittin’ me… It was really that bad back then?”

“It wasn’t a walk in the park, that’s for sure. I mean it was probably better than in the 50’s or 60’s, but still, outside of San Francisco or New York, it just wasn’t what you wanted your family and friends knowing about you.”

“That’s just too fucked up. I guess I should be more thankful for all the gay rights activists; they’ve definitely made it a lot easier; well them and the internet. So what book did you steal; like a science or sociology book?”

“No, I wanted to know it was okay to be who I was, and that I wasn’t alone. I found a book about a kid coming to terms with it and coming out, called, ‘The Best Little Boy In The World’. I read that damn book like 10 times before I took it back to the library and slipped it back on the shelf. It just felt so good knowing there were other’s out there going through what I was; and that it wasn’t a bad thing.”

“That’s good that you found that book, but didn’t they even have like youth groups or PFLAG or something like that?”

“I found out later they had PFLAG, but I didn’t know about it then. I grew up in the suburbs, we didn’t have anything like that there; you had to be downtown. And they sure as hell didn’t have anything at my high school about it; and I wasn’t about to tell anyone there, like a counselor, that I thought I was gay.”

“So you had absolutely nobody to talk to about it? What about your best friend in high-school, the one you told me you fooled around with the first time? Why not talk to him about it?”

“He didn’t want to deal with it. For him, our mutual jack-off session was nothing more than 2 horny 16 year olds giving each other a helping hand; just being curious. It happened one time; he wouldn’t let me near him after that night. I mean, we were still friends, but he was kinda freaked out about it. I guess it ultimately killed our friendship too; we stayed friends for about another year, but he kept pulling back more and more; and we’d been best friends for 6 years.”

“That sucks… So when you were 21 and finally decided to bite the bullet and tell your parents, was it as bad as you thought it was going to be?”

“Pretty much… I definitely didn’t get the response I was hoping for; or even one I thought was in the realm of possibilities. I told my mom first. I actually didn’t tell my dad until about 8 years ago; under orders from my mom to never tell him. And her first response cut through me like a chainsaw. When I was finally able to get it out she told me she would rather I had told her I had murdered someone.”

He stood there in stunned silence for a full minute; his eyes getting wet. I felt bad for telling him. He was shaking his head and looking at me, finally finding his voice. “Oh my God baby… Oh man…. That’s like… Oh baby, I’m so sorry. How could anyone say that to their child? What did you say after she said that?” He took my hands in his, squeezing them tight.

“I let a sob escape and then told her, ‘thanks for that; it’s nice to know how you feel about me.’ Then I turned around and walked out the door, got in my car and drove home. I didn’t talk to her or see her for about a month afterwards.”

He pulled me into him and just held me tight. I wrapped my arms around him, holding just as tight, and wishing I’d never said anything; hadn’t brought this up, hadn’t remembered it all again. He pulled back from me after 2 or 3 minutes, tears streaming down his face and looking at me; looking so sad. He finally spoke. “I don't want to go with you; I don't want to meet them. I know me, I would say something, and it wouldn’t be nice.”

I reach up and wipe the tears from his face and give him a smile. “It’s not like that anymore baby. She’s changed, she accepts me now. I think my sister may have had a lot to do with that, but it’s still true. I mean she’s no PFLAG mom by any stretch, but she does actually support gay rights and gay marriage now. It was 20 years ago baby; people change.”

“I know they do, but how could any parent ever say something like that to their son? How could you ever forgive someone for saying that? Did she even tell you she was sorry?”

“Actually, no, she never has. But, as my brother’s will tell you, she has selective memory about a lot of things that happened in the past; and she would just deny ever having said it now. We’ve moved on. I don't bring it up, and I just chose to let it go. Nothing would be gained by re-hashing it. I still had it better than a lot of gay kids. I wasn’t kicked out of the house or told that I no longer existed to them; or worse. There are a lot of gay kids that go through terrible hell when coming out. I got a hurtful comment; I can deal with that.”

“Yeah, but you were already an adult and out of the house before you told her. Is that part of why you waited so long; you were afraid they’d kick you out?”

“The thought had crossed my mind. My having found that particular book when I was 16 was kind of providence; I presented myself to the world as the best little boy in the world. I always did what I was told without question or comment; I maintained a 3.5 GPA all through school, I never drank or did drugs, I never gave anyone reason to mistrust or worry about me. I wasn’t about to tell them I thought I was gay and destroy all of that in one simple sentence.”

He stood looking at me, still kind of sad, but also frustrated looking. He shook his head slowly again and spoke. “I’m still not sure I’d like to meet them anytime soon. I do have a better understanding of why you are the way you are though. Why you’re so willing to please the people that are important to you; and so un-willing to rock the boat for fear of pissing someone off. You’re still trying to be the best little boy in the world; to not disappoint anyone. But what about you baby? Where are you in all of this? I love you, and I love that you’re so kind and so loving and caring and so willing to do anything to please me; but where are you? Don't you ever just want to yell and tell the world to go fuck itself sometime; just to get it outta your system?”

I grin. “Every once in a while… I’m right here though; this is me. Yeah, I probably do still try to be everyone’s best little boy, but that’s not necessarily a bad thing.”

“So why don't you? So the fuck what if it pisses someone off. And you don't always have to be everything to everyone; just be yourself.”

“Because yelling to the world to go fuck itself wouldn’t accomplish anything. And I am myself; I’m not hiding anything.”

“I hate to disagree, but you’re two very different people; I’ve seen it. You told me that when having sex you get to just cut loose, that you can just let go, and go for it. And I’ve seen it in action; you’re incredible when we’re alone together having sex; you’re so alive and so bold. Then there’s the outside to the world you; quiet and shy, never getting angry, never allowing yourself to just cut loose; analyzing every move, every word so you don't piss anyone off. You won’t even argue; you just give in. Either that or you take what’s been said, analyze the crap out of it, then you come back with 4 or 5 logical reasons why it will or won’t work.”

“So you just want me to argue with you more? I’m not good at it; it’s not my way. Besides, what are we arguing about?”

“Arrrrgggghhhh!” He looks at me and smiles. “No dammit! I don't want to just argue with you; I want you to just say what’s on your mind when it jumps in there; without fear. I’m not gonna hit ya, or scream and yell; I just want you to let it out without analyzing it and checking for piss-off factor. I want you to be the guy that fucks my brains out; the bold, forward, tell me what you want and how you want it guy that’s in bed with me; but all the time. And not just with me; with everyone. Even when someone pisses you off on the highway you just call them a dickhead or a dildo and let it pass; and even then you don't say it very loud.”

I laugh. “Well it’s not like they’re gonna hear me anyway; what’s the point in yelling it out? I’m just not a loud, boisterous kinda guy; it’s not my way.”

“Because it lets you get it outta your system, instead of keeping it in there to analyze later. And yes, you are a boisterous kinda guy, when you’re having sex; so why not when you’re not having sex? See baby, that’s what I’m saying, you don't have to be something else to the outside world; you can be the guy that fucks me like a locomotive and yells out when he blows a load in my ass. You don't always have to be the good boy. The real you is the guy in bed; the one you show to the world is the guy that’s afraid of hurting anyone’s feelings or pissing them off.”

I’m looking at him, and I am analyzing everything he just said. The thing is, he’s right. I am like that. Everything he’s said about me is true. But I’ve lived my life this way for 40 years and it’s worked well for me so far.

He’s looking at me and breaks into a big grin. “You’re analyzing what I’ve just said, huh?”

I turn red and grin. “Yeah….”

He shakes his head, still grinning at me. “Baby, I’m not trying to change you; I love you just the way you are. I’m trying to get you to see that you don't have to be afraid anymore. You don't have to be the good boy all the time. You really can speak your mind, or do what you want to do, without fear of being rejected or getting hurt.”

“It’s not that easy. I’ve been this way my whole life; I can’t just decide I’m suddenly going to be a completely different person. I know I said people change; and they do, but it’s an on-going, life-long process.”

“You’re right, it is a life-long process, but the question is, are you willing to take the chance and come out of your shell? You’re an incredible person, and I guess I just want the world to see what I’ve had a glimpse of; the real you. Maybe a good place to start would be with your family. Show them that you’re not only a gay man, but a practicing one at that. Don't hide yourself and your personal life just to protect them.”

“I thought you said you didn’t want to meet them; or at least mom, now?”

“Well, not right this minute; or even today, but I would really like to meet all of them at some point; and not 10 years from now. I think it would be nice if you’d at least tell them about me; tell them you’re in a relationship and that you’re living with your boyfriend; and yeah, use the word boyfriend. If I was a girl you’d say girlfriend without hesitation, so don't hesitate in telling them the truth.”

“OK. I can do that. I would like you to be there though. And no, not for moral support, but so they can meet you and see how wonderful and incredible you are; to show them that I have very good taste in men.”

He grins at me. “Thank you baby; I think I have pretty damn good taste too. OK. I’ll go with you. Like I said, there’s nothing I won’t do for you.”

I smile at him and give him a quick kiss. “Thank you Brody. I know you’ve already kind of pre-judged mom, but please keep an open mind. All of that was 20 years ago; she really has changed. She’s changed in almost every way actually. I guess there’s nothing like becoming a grandma to make you chill out.”

“How old is your mom?”

“She’s 70, but you’d never believe it. She looks 50, acts 30 and can out-work most 20 year olds. She has more energy than any 2 people I’ve ever met. Try to imagine a 70 year old woman that will ride her 5 year old grandson’s scooter while he’s on his bike, racing around the park. Hell, when they bought that truck out there, she was helping my brother work on it; even getting under it on a creeper to see something he was telling her about. She retired from an airline where she was a baggage handler; spending 8 hours a day loading airplanes. She makes me tired just watching her.”

“Sounds like a really great mom; and an awesome grandma to have around. So I guess you guys get along pretty well now?”

“We get along great. We talk on the phone all the time; I spend time over there about once a week. We don't hang out together like we used to, she has grandkids now, but that’s great too.”

“But you still don't rock the boat by being yourself, huh?”

I look at him and grin a little. “No, not really. I never discuss my personal life with her; well with any of my family.”

He shakes his head again, grinning at me. “See baby, that’s what I’m trying to tell you. Let them meet and get to know the real you; you might be surprised at how much they love that guy just as much as they love the guy you present to them.” He looks away for a second. “Nobody ever asks you when you’re gonna find someone and settle down?”

I laugh. “Baby, if I were any more settled I’d be six feet under. But no, they don't. I guess we’ve established our own don't ask-don't tell policy.”

He’s shaking his head again. “You gotta stop that shit! Quit trying to protect everyone!” He pulls away from me and makes a couple of laps around the room and is back in front of me. “Come on. Grab the keys to that truck and get your ass in it; we’re going over there now.”

I smirk. I know he hates it when I do that, but I couldn’t help it. He raises his eyebrows at me. “Sorry baby, didn’t mean to smirk, it just slipped out. But ok, let’s go.”

He gives me a quick kiss. “Just don't let it happen again.” He grins. “I know you’re worried I’m gonna say something, but I’ll be good; I promise. I’m going into this with a completely open-mind, and you have to also. Let’s go.”

We get in the truck and drive across town to my parent’s house. When I pull up I see my sister’s car parked in the driveway. Oh hell, this is going to be most of the family all at once. Well, out of my siblings I would choose her over my brother’s to be there when I introduce Brody to the family. I park the truck out on the street, behind my Explorer and we get out and head to the front door. We walk in the house and there’s no one there. About 10 seconds later my sister walks into the living room from the somewhere down the hall.

“Hey Jeffrey! I didn’t know you were coming. The kids will be so thrilled to see you.” We hug each other.

“Well I’m thrilled to see them too; where is everyone?”

“Out in the back yard playing; they’ve got mom riding around in one those electric cars.”

I laugh. “Sounds normal. Anyway, Susan I’d like you to meet my boyfriend; Brody. Brody, this is my baby sister Susan.”

Susan breaks into a huge grin. “Oh my God, it’s about time you finally bring someone home. Brody, it’s really great to meet you.” She wraps him up in a hug. He’s looking over her shoulder giving me an ‘I told you so’ look and grinning.

“It’s really great to meet you too, Susan.” They break the hug and just look at each other, and then back at me, both smiling.

Susan looks at me. “So how long have you been keeping this guy hidden?” Brody laughs.

Turning slightly red, I tell her, “We’ve been together for about a month now. Actually we just moved Brody into my house today; that’s why I needed mom and dad’s truck.”

She shakes her head, smiling. “Jesus, you’ve been together for a month and this is the first anyone’s hearing about it? Do mom and dad know?” Brody laughs again.

He tries to explain his laughter. “I’m sorry Susan, it’s not that it’s funny, it’s just you wouldn’t believe the conversation I had with your brother, not 30 minutes ago, about this.”

“Oh yes I can. He’s never brought anyone home; I thought he’d turned into a monk. You must be pretty persuasive, to get him to bring you here.” She smiles at him.

“Let’s just say I won’t let him put any bullshit over on me.”

“Good for you! Damn… cute and not afraid to speak your mind.” Brody blushes and Susan looks at me. “You better not let this one go, he’s perfect for you; keep you honest about yourself.”

I blush again. “I’m not letting him out of my sight. And no, mom and dad don't know yet. Actually, could you go get them and bring them in here, please?”

“No. You’re going to go out back, and take your boyfriend out there to meet your family. Granted, it’s gonna take awhile before Daniel and Grace let you get a word in, but you will.”

Brody laughs again. “I like her! She won’t let you hide yourself either! Come on baby, pull yourself up by your balls and take me to meet your family.” Susan laughs then turns to look at me.

“It’ll be OK Jeffrey. Don't look like you’re going into battle. Keep your head held high and just be yourself for once. Mom and dad really do want you to find someone and be happy; we’ve talked about it and they worry about you. Get out there!”

Brody turns to me, grinning. “I didn’t wanna say it, but yep, told ya so! I’ll be right by your side baby; let’s go meet the parents.”

I turn to Susan. “What about Daniel and Grace? You think they’re ready to deal with Uncle Jeffrey having a boyfriend?”

“Well I’m gonna have to explain being gay to them afterwards, but yeah, they love you as much as they love James and I; they’ll be great with it. Go!”

Brody and I walk through the house to the back door, Susan bringing up the rear. I’m the first one out the back door and see mom driving around in a Barbie Jeep, with Daniel and Grace right on her tail in a G.I. Joe Jeep. They’re all laughing their asses off. Dad and James are standing on the patio watching them, trying to keep from falling over laughing. I hear Brody break out laughing behind me.

“Oh my God, you weren’t joking! That’s fuckin’ awesome!! Damn I wish my grandma had been that much fun when I was 5.” Susan laughs too.

“Yeah, well, not everyone gets to have a little kid for a grandma. Hell, I can’t even drive that stupid Jeep like that. They keeping telling me, ‘Mommy, grandma can do this or do that, why won’t you?’” Brody laughs again.

James, Susan’s husband, and my dad turn around, hearing our voices behind them. Brody nudges my shoulder forward and we walk over to them. I shake hands with dad and James and turn to Brody, then back to my dad.

“Dad. James. I’d like you to meet my boyfriend; Brody. Brody, this is Susan’s husband James, and this is my dad, David.”

James sticks his hand out first, shaking with my boyfriend. “Brody. It’s a pleasure to meet you. Welcome to the family. If you need any tips come and talk to me. I was the last new guy, so I’ve learned a few secrets.”

Brody laughs again. “It’s a pleasure to meet you too James; and thanks, I may take you up on it sometime.” Brody reaches out to shake dad’s hand, smiling at him.

“David, it’s an honor to meet you.”

Dad smiles at him and takes his hand to shake. “Brody... It’s nice to meet you.”

Just then I’ve been spotted by my nephew and niece, who proceed to go ape crazy trying to get the Jeep stopped and jump out of it.

Simultaneously, they’re both screaming, “Uncle Jeffrey!!!”

I drop to my knees because I know what’s coming. They both come skidding to a halt in front of me, but not quite, and just throw themselves on me. I find myself wrapped around two giggling, screaming, laughing little kids who can’t decide if they’d rather talk or scream. Daniel finally pulls himself together.

“Uncle Jeffrey! Did you see us chasing grandma? We almost had her, but I think that stupid Barbie Jeep is faster than mine. Can you make mine go faster?”

“I don't know buddy, maybe you can have uncle Kevin check it out; he’s the mechanic in the family; I’m just the computer dude.” He laughs.

“Well then put a computer in it; maybe it’ll go faster!” We all laugh.

“I don't think it works that way buddy. We’ll have uncle Kevin check it out for ya; he’s good at getting cars to go faster.” Grace’s standing right next to her brother, just giggling and looking at us; like please, what’s with the boy talk. I grab her and pull her into me.

“Hey sweet girl, are you having fun playing with Daniel and grandma?”

“Yeah! We’ve been chasing grandma, but she keeps getting away! I don't think Daniel knows how to drive.” We all bust up laughing.

“Well he’s only 5 give him some time to learn better; grandma has a few years more driving practice than he does. You could always just drive.” I knew what that meant; the last time I saw her driving her Barbie Jeep she was sitting on the passenger side, play-talking on a cell phone and looking behind her while she was hammer down; going around in circles and eventually running into the fence. I notice Daniel looking over my shoulder at the stranger standing behind me. I turn around and motion for Brody to come down and join me. He gets on his knees right next to me.

Daniel looked at both of us, then back at me. “Uncle Jeffrey, who’s that?”

“Daniel, that’s my boyfriend. His name is Brody, and he’s a really nice guy; I think you’ll like him a lot.”

Brody sticks his hand out to Daniel. “Hi Daniel. It’s really nice to get to meet you.”

Daniel takes his hand, just looking at him with a shy smile. “Hi Brody.” Not to be outdone by her brother, Grace jumps off my lap and goes to Brody and just wraps him in a hug.

“Hi uncle Brody!” I smirk, and I hear Susan and James laugh. I think Grace just jumped right into Brody’s heart. He has his eyes closed and is just holding her tight.

“Hi Grace….” He’s just reveling in the hug right now and doesn’t seem able to say much. I kind of know how he’s feeling; there’s nothing like a hug from a little kid; especially these two, but then I’m just a tad biased. I notice my mom has joined us on the patio now; and looking kind of curious who the stranger is that’s hugging her granddaughter. Grace breaks the hug and just looks at Brody, smiling.

“Wow, thank you Grace; that was a great hug. I needed that.”

She giggles. “You’re welcome. Uncle Jeffrey was right; you’re nice; I like the way you hug.”

Brody looks like he’s about to cry. I decide to move forward with this before he does. “Hey mom! I see you’ve been out drivin’ again. You really should let them catch you one of these days.”

She’s just looking down at Brody and I. “What’s the fun in that? It’s all about the chase. Are you going to introduce me to the young man next to you?”

“Sorry.” Brody and I stand up, and I give my mom a hug. “Mom, this is my boyfriend; Brody Wakefield. Brody, this is my mom; Linda. They both stick their hands out at the same time. Brody speaks first.

“It’s an honor to meet you ma’am.” He gives her a shy smile. In a very morbid way I guess I’m lucky I don't have to go through this; I can’t even begin to image how uncomfortable he is right now.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Brody. And please, don't call me ma’am, it makes me seem old; did I look like a ma’am driving a Barbie Jeep?” He flushes red and smiles; the rest of us chuckle.

“No ma’am; just showing due respect.”

“Well I go buy three things around here; mom, grandma or Linda; just choose one. Relax Brody; it’s really nice to meet you; I’m glad you’re here.”

“Thank you ma’am.” Susan and I smirk. Susan saves him, sort of.

“Brody, you gotta stop that. You’re family now; just accept it and move on. We’ve all had our rabies shots so even if someone bites you, it won’t put you in the hospital. Relax. Mom, Brody’s actually the one responsible for your son being here with him in the first place. He told Jeffrey he wasn’t going to put up with any BS from him about not meeting the family.”

Mom laughs. “Well then, you can just call me mom. It’s nice to see somebody’s finally able to get him to quit hiding. You’re staying for dinner; we’re just going to throw some hamburger’s on the grill.”

“Thank you. That’s nice of you to offer. We’re not quite finished moving yet, but there’s only one truck-load left, so it can be done later.”

Mom looks over at me. “Why didn’t you tell me you were helping him move; we would’ve helped? There are plenty of us; we could’ve had him moved in a few hours. It really is OK to ask for help Jeffrey.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t think about it. It… I just… We got it handled; no big deal.” Susan’s shaking her head again.

“Mom, they’ve been together for a month; he wasn’t even going to tell us until Brody made him. They moved Brody up to Jeffrey’s place.”

Mom looks back at me. “Why wouldn’t you tell us you’re with him? That doesn’t make any sense. You think I want you to spend the rest of your life alone? I just want you to be happy; that’s all I want for my kids, and my grandbabies; to be happy. Are you happy?”

“I couldn’t be any happier.”

“Then pull your head out of your ass and share your life with the people that love you and care about you.” Brody smirks.

“Grandma said a bad word!” This from Grace.

Everyone laughs. She gets embarrassed and hugs Brody’s leg; trying to hide behind him. He reaches down to hold her head, smiling at her. Daniel had had enough of the grown-up talk and was looking under his Jeep; trying to figure out how to supercharge it or something.

“Yes, grandma did; I’m sorry. I shouldn’t do that.” She looks at Brody. “And your stock just went up. My granddaughter and my son seem to think you’re pretty special; I trust their judgment. And you were able to get him to finally stop hiding from us. Thank you.”

He turned red again. “Well it wasn’t easy, but I think it was worth the effort. I’m really happy I got to meet all of you. And I think your grandchildren, and your son, are pretty special too.”

“I think so too. Do you love him?”

Brody smiles. “With all my heart.”

“That’s all I needed to hear. And you didn’t get to just meet us; you’re family, I expect you to behave as such. How old are you?” He and I both turned beat red.

“I’m 24.”

She raised her eyebrows. “Well there’s nothing like a few years difference to keep things interesting. I’m not worried about your age Brody; I was just curious. You look really young, but you don't act it. When’s your birthday?”

 

“November 8^th.”

“Really? Mine is on the 5^th. Where are you from; I hear a deep, southern drawl in your voice?”

“I was born and raised in Auburn, Alabama; it’s about 50 miles northeast of Montgomery. I moved up here 7 months ago for my job.”

“What do you do?”

“I’m a biomedical science intern; I basically spend my days looking into microscopes. I graduated and got my B.S. from Auburn University in 2010, and started working for a biomedical research facility in Auburn. About 8 months ago they offered me an internship up here; so after I got things squared away at home I moved here.”

“Wow, I’m impressed. I guess I should’ve known you were smart; my son doesn’t like hanging around stupid people much. So are you going to go for your doctorate, or just continue with research?”

He grins. “Well I don't know how smart I am, but if he sees something, then OK. I’m just going to do the research for now. I want to have the best background I can before I go for my doctorate; I want practical experience, not just book learnin’”

“It sounds like you know exactly what you want. You’ve met my son, the cab driver with the IT degree, right?”

He laughs hard. “Yeah, we’ve been introduced. Give me time; I’ll get him out of that stupid cab; although if it hadn’t been for that cab I would never have met him.”

“You met in the cab?”

He turns red. “Yeah, he had to give me a ride home one night; and then helped me into my apartment. I was a few sheets to the wind that night. Another good thing is I haven’t had a single drink since that night. He won’t let me; it’s like living in a dry county.”

They all laughed, knowing my feelings about alcohol. Mom soldiered on. “Yeah, he’s not a real big fan of drinking. So tell me how you plan to get him to get a real job?”

“Hey! I have a real job. It’s just not in my chosen field at the moment. I’m just biding my time until the right company gives me a job without co-workers.”

Brody rolls his eyes; I jump on it. “Hey! You! If I can’t roll my eyes at you; the same thing works the other way around.” They all laugh.

“Yeah, OK. I’m sorry. But seriously, do you really expect to find a job in networking and communications without having co-workers?”

“Eventually… It doesn’t even have to be without co-workers; just without co-workers who are constantly bickering and playing the whole office politics game. If they can put me with a group of people who can mind their own business we’ll get along just great.”

Brody, James and my sister are all shaking their head. Susan’s first to speak. “You know that’s never going to happen. It’s just a way of life at work. It’s no different that it was in school; everyone’s just older.”

“Exactly! They are older; why do they still act like 10^th graders?”

Brody jumped on that one. “Because that’s how people interact with each other; the way they always have. You just have to accept it and move on.”

“No I don't. I have a perfectly good job. I’m pretty much my own boss and I don't have to put up with the water cooler gossip. Somebody pisses me off I just throw them out of my cab.”

He grinned at me. “OK. Start your own business then. You’ll be the boss all the time. You can work the hours you want to work, pay yourself whatever you want to make, not have anyone around that you don't like and you get the satisfaction of being independent.”

“There aren’t enough hours in the day to drive for 8 or 10 hours plus get a business going. I have to make a living.”

He gives me an evil grin. This might not be what I want to hear. “Work full-time on the business; give the cab back to them. I can’t believe you pay that much money for a lease for that worn out, P.O.S. as it is. Just quit the cab business and start your own company. I can keep us going while you get the business started.”

“I can’t spend your money while I’m not working; that’s just not gonna happen. Besides, would you even be able to support both of us being an intern?”

Another evil grin. “I bet I make more money than you do; what do you make after expenses?”

I furrow my brow at him. “I cleared just over 28 grand last year.”

My mom and sister speak together. “That’s it?”

“Hey, I don't like to work nights; give me a break. Besides, I’ve narrowed my expenses down to the bone.” I look at Brody. “How ‘bout you?”

He grins big. “I’ll pull in 43 this year. Next excuse?” Everyone but me laughs.

“I don't know how to start a business.”

My sister jumps in. “We do. We’ll help you however you need us to; just say the word. You have to get out of that stupid cab before you get shot or stabbed. Listen to your better half and just do it!”

“Susan’s right about that part. You’re gonna get hurt one of these nights; I couldn’t handle that. This is ends here and now. You’re going to take them their keys tomorrow morning and tell them to shove them. I’m tired of being scared every time you leave for work; it’s almost like being married to a cop. Start the damn business; we’re all here to help.” He had an incredibly smug look of satisfaction on his face.

I looked around at everyone; and they all had the same look. I was doomed. My mom looked at me, kind of urging me with her eyes. I looked over at my sister. She smiled.

“I like him more and more every minute. He doesn’t take your B.S. Now listen to the man, and do what you know is right. You’re actually willing to sludge around all day in a taxi, making a fast 28k a year, when you have the education and the opportunity to do so much more?”

“No, I’d just never considered starting my own business before. I never thought it would be doable; never had the time or money to do it.”

My Dad spoke for the first time. “You only had to tell us what you wanted to do; we’re always here for you. But you never talk to us about what’s going on in your life. You keep everything to yourself, fight your own battles, and never let anyone in. I was so proud when you went back to school and graduated. Then you turn up driving a cab; and I was just speechless. All of that time and energy you put into getting your degree and you piss it away to drive a cab.”

I look at him. It’s probably the most he’s said to me at one time in 10 years. “I’m sorry. I never meant to disappoint you; it’s just after that first IT job I just couldn’t take the games that went on. I had to find something that I thought I’d enjoy more.”

“No, you found something that would let you be by yourself. Goddammit son, quit hiding from everyone! If you need help; ask. If you want to do something; tell us. If you need to talk; we’re always here or just a phone call away. I know you better than you think I do; you keep people at arm’s length because you assume they won’t accept you for who you are. Do you know what it says to me when my own son waits until he’s 32 years old to tell me who he is? And then to wait another 8 years before you feel like it’s safe to bring someone home? We love you. We love you for who you are; not who you think we want you to be. And I’m with your sister on this one; I like him! I like him a hell of a lot. Don't you ever feel that you can’t bring him with you; anytime! Brody!”

“Yessir.”

“You are hereby officially invited for every holiday meal, every family get-together, every birthday. You are welcome in our home anytime you feel like just dropping in. And if he doesn’t want to come, just leave him home to sulk.”

Brody chuckled. “Thank you sir. That means a hell of a lot to me, but I’m not leaving him behind anywhere; I belong by his side.”

“Good answer.” He looks back at me. “You’re going to do what your partner said, and you’re going to take those keys back to them and tell ‘em to shove ‘em high. I will give you whatever you need to make this work. Note, I said give, not loan. You need money, you tell me. You need an ear to bend; it’s on the side of my head and always open for you. I’m 71 years old Jeffrey; just when did you think you’d get around to letting me be your dad?”

I had tears streaming down my face. I was in shock and I was overwhelmed. I felt like I needed to say I was sorry, yet again, for being me; but I at least knew better than that with my dad. He didn’t want apologies; he wanted action and results. I could only think of one action. I went over and hugged him; it was the first time I’ve hugged him since I was 13 years old. He held me tightly and told me he loved me. I did the same. It felt kinda weird being in his arms; but it also felt really, really good.

“Why did Papa make Uncle Jeffrey cry?” This from Daniel.

Susan answered. “He told him he loved him.” Daniel just got a weird look on his face and threw his arms up, shaking his head.

“That’s weird; I smile when Papa tells me he loves me.” My dad and I both snorted into each other’s shoulder. I broke the hug and looked over at Daniel.

“It’s a good kind of crying buddy; I just really needed to hear Papa tell me that right now.”

He looked at me like I was pulling his leg. “All you have to do is tell him, he always says it right back; you don't have to cry.” Outta the mouths…. My dad and I snorted again, then my dad tapped my shoulder; I turned to look at him.

“He has a really good point; it always works for him, you might wanna give it a try sometime.”

I smile at him. “OK. I love you Dad. Always have. Always will.”

“I love you too. Always have. Always will. See how simple that was college boy?”

All of the adults laughed. I turned and looked at my mom. She smiled at me.

“Everything your father just said goes double for me.” I walked over and gave her a hug.

“I love you Mom.”

“I’ve always loved you.”

“I know…” We broke the hug and looked at each other for a moment; smiling.

“Are you gonna help me with dinner? Daniel and Grace always tell me they like you’re cooking more; so I guess you’d better snap to it.”

“Yeah, whatever… Grace will eat anything with cheese on it and Daniel just likes to have people wait on him. But yeah, I’ll help with dinner.”

“Does Brody cook or bake?”

Brody and I laugh. “No Mom, he’s not allowed in the kitchen; ever!”

“Well maybe not your kitchen, but I’m not as anal as you are.” She gives me a big shit-eating grin; Brody about falls over laughing.

“Why do I feel like I’m being mocked?”

“Self conscience maybe?”

I grin. “Could be…”

“Well come on, and bring my son-in-law with you, we have things to do.”

I walk over and grab James’ hand and start pulling him with me. Susan and Brody howl with laughter. My mom just shakes her head, laughing. She walks over to Brody.

“I guess you got the brains in this relationship. Let’s go; you’re allowed in my kitchen anytime you want.”

Brody grins. “Thanks. Was he this anal when he was a kid?”

“Let’s just say I never had to tell him to clean his room. Except for his bed; he never made it except after his sheets were washed.”

He laughs. “He still doesn’t. He tells me it’s pointless because he’ll be back in it later.”

She laughs. “He’s been using that same line since he was 6 years old.” They both laugh and walk off to the house together.

Once dinner was over; with Brody taking care of the grilling; and being pretty good at it to my surprise, we decided to head back to his place to finish up. My parents had offered to lend a hand but Brody convinced them that we just had one more load and could handle it ourselves. It really wasn’t even a full load, and we had it in his truck within 30 minutes and headed home; me following Brody in my Explorer. After we got the last load moved inside, I was standing in the living room just looking around. I think he saw the look on my face.

“Don't panic just yet baby; we’ll get it all put away and it won’t look like a bomb went off in here.”

“I didn’t say anything…”

He laughs. “I saw the look on your face; kinda like PTSD.”

I laugh and pull him to me. “It wasn’t that bad; just… Never mind; just kiss me, please.”

“Mmmmm” He takes my face in his hands and leans in for a very nice kiss. I wrap my arms around him and just melt into him. He feels so good, and it’s been one hell of a stressful day for me. We stay like that for about 2 minutes; I just need to be held by him right now. When I finally break the kiss and release the pressure of the hug I look at him and smile.

“Thank you. I needed that more than you know.”

“I kinda figured that out, you felt like you were hanging on for life. You know you can do that anytime baby; that’s why I’m here. Are you OK?”

“Better now. It’s just been a very weird day. Good; but kind of strange and stressful.”

“I know baby… Are you doing OK with everything that happened?”

I smile at him. “I’m still trying to take in everything that happened. I couldn’t be more happy that things went that way, but I’ve gotta tell ya, I really didn’t expect them too. I thought it would just be a bunch of wordless stares, short comments and the occasional glare.”

He laughs. “I guess it just proves you don't really know your family as well as you thought you did.”

I nod. “I guess so. Maybe if I’d let them know me a little better I wouldn’t have been surprised.” I pause a moment, grinning. “I wouldn’t mind being you right now; they seem to think the sun shines out of your ass.”

He laughs hard. “I thought we’d already established that it does! Seriously though baby, I think it’s more that they’re just really, really happy that you have someone; and that you finally trusted them enough to bring someone home. It just happened to be me that you showed up with.”

I frown at him. “Don't even try that shit! It’s you; not just ‘someone’ I brought home. They were able to see all the wonderful things I see in you. My Dad and I haven’t talked that much in over 10 years; and we did today because of you. He sees in you someone that will always have my back, but at the same time never take any shit off of me. He talked more to you today than he did James the first 2 months Susan and him were dating. He respects you; and that’s a very big deal for my dad.”

Brody blushed and grinned. “I respect him too. He doesn’t talk a lot, but when he does he doesn’t pull any punches. Kind of reminded me of my grandfather, he was the same way. But anyway, I like all of them too; especially your sister; she’s awesome! And damn dude, fuckin’ hot too! If I were a breeder I might have to get rid of James.” He laughs.

I laugh with him. “Yeah, OK. I’ve been told by a lot of guys that they’d do my sister in a heartbeat, but never expected to hear it from my boyfriend.”

“Well I’m gay, not blind. I know hot when I see it. Just how much younger than you is she?”

“10 years; she’ll be 30 on the 25^th of this month. I guess that January must’ve been a cold one and mom and dad hooked up some snowy night.”

He busts up laughing. “Dude! You’re not supposed to think about that kinda shit about your parents! That’s just wrong… So, she wasn’t planned?”

I’m just grinning at him. “No, she really was planned. I’m just fuckin’ with ya. Yeah, they decided they’d try for another one before the clock had run out. I think they just really, really wanted a girl, and this time it worked. I guess after having 3 boys, you kind of want to see what it’s like to have a daughter.”

He’s grinning at me. “You’re mom was showing me some pictures of you and your brothers; what happened? I don't mean any disrespect, but you and your sister are blond, cute and sexy; what the fuck happened to your brothers? I mean, they’re OK lookin’, but brown hair, blue eyes and kinda average lookin’, why so different?”

I laugh. “I couldn’t tell ya baby. I’ve kind of wondered the same thing. Maybe it just took ‘em a while to get it right. Before my sister was born I was starting to wonder if mom had been hookin’ up with the mailman or something when she had me.”

He bursts out laughing again. “Fuck baby, that’s not a good thing to think! Damn…. But yeah, I can kinda see how you might think that; even with your sister, you’re the only one with blond hair and brown eyes. She’s blond with blue eyes; or is the blond out of a bottle?”

I laugh. “Well that particular shade of blond does come from a bottle; but yeah, she’s a natural blond. Her natural hair color is almost the exact same as mine; not quite as blond as it is now.”

“Oh OK. Still… Anyway baby, I had a good time today. Yeah, it was stressful as hell when we first got there, but it went really great. I’m happy. And I’m incredibly happy for you, baby. You made some huge strides today and it turned out really well. I’m glad I was there to share it with you.”

“Well it wouldn’t have happened without you there, but yeah, I’m very glad you were there too. Can we put some of this stuff away somewhere? I’m sorry, but I’m going to just look at it the rest of the night if it stays right there. I’m sorry I’m such a pain in the ass, but…”

He giggles. “Sure thing baby. Let’s figure out where we should put this crap. Why don't we just put my furniture in that big-assed shed you have out back?”

“Because I don't want it to get bugs or mice in it; it’s really nice furniture. Actually, if you’re willing, I’d be happy to have your stuff in here; we’ll just put my crap out in the shed.”

“Sure, if that’s what you want. Why don't we save the furniture moving for tomorrow? I’m kinda worn out from all the moving. I mean, we’ll put the boxes and crap away, but let’s hold off on heavy lifting ‘til we recover, OK?”

“You got it, sexy man. I do have a really nice idea planned on easing some of your muscle aches later…”

He grins. “Is that so…? I can’t wait to see what you have in mind.”

I smile at him. “You’ll like it, I promise.”

We spent about an hour and a half getting boxes and loose stuff all put away. I had spent several days last week moving everything out of the middle bedroom to give him his own space, and we were using it now. It had actually been good that I’d done that; it gave me the excuse to finally go through a bunch of crap and chuck most of it out. I also had another surprise for him; I’d actually bought a 12-pack of beer; I knew he’d probably like to have one after spending a day and a half moving, so I thought I’d be a nice guy and get him some. When we got the last box put away I took his hand and let him out to the mud-room, where I had a cooler full of ice with the beer in it. I didn’t want him finding it in the fridge so I’d hid it out here.

He was watching me and smiling at me. “Whatcha doin’?”

“I have a small surprise for ya”

He grins big. “Really? We’re gonna do it out on the back porch? You perv!”

I laugh hard. “No! Jeez, get your mind out of the gutter. I don't put on shows for the neighbors to see. Now close your eyes.”

He closes his eyes, but the grin get’s bigger. I reach into the cooler and pull out a couple of ice-cold beers. I place one against his arm and he yelps and opens his eyes.”

“Holy crap! You got beer!”

“Just for you, baby. Well I do plan on having one with you, but yeah, I thought you’d like to have a nice cold one after all our hard work.”

“Fuck yeah! Thank you baby! Wait a minute; I thought you didn’t drink?”

“Well I normally don't, but it’s not like I’ve never had a beer before. I really do kinda like one every once in a while. I don't know what kind you like, but I’m a cheap drunk and I like Michelob, so that’s what I got.”

“Hey, I’ve never complained about a free beer in my life. This is fine baby. I’ve put a few 12-packs of these away before.”

“Well drink up, this is just part one of your relaxation program for the evening.”

He opens the top as I open mine, then he holds his bottle up and I clink with him. He has a huge grin on his face for some reason.

“Here’s to us baby. I love you with all my heart, and I don't remember ever being this happy with someone. I wanna grow old with you.”

There’s no way in hell I could ever match that, so I just say, “To us. I love you Brody.”

We go out back and sit on the steps, drinking our beer and looking out at the back yard. This is nice; these are the moments that I really enjoy when I’m with someone special; and I couldn’t imagine anyone more special to me than him. We downed our first beer and I went and grabbed us each another one. As I was opening my second, he looked over at me and grinned.

“Better watch yourself, you could get drunk and I’d take advantage of ya.” He grins.

“Well I hope it takes more than 2 beers to get me drunk; I don't think I’m that much of a light weight. And baby, you don't have to get me drunk to take advantage of me…”

He chuckles. “Yeah, well, I would never really take advantage of you anyway. So, just out of curiosity, have you ever been drunk?”

I look over at him. “Yeah… Once.” He laughs. “Hey, give me a break; I’m just not into partying.”

“OK, so tell me about your one time only drunk.”

I start laughing and he looks at me quizzically. “Sorry. It’s just that it actually started at the bar I picked you up from.”

“Ooooo. Do tell.”

“This was like 12 or 13 years ago; I’d been going there a couple of times a month. I was trying to be more out-going and meet people. Well OK, I was horny and I was looking to get laid.” He laughs. “Anyway, I’d had a couple of beers and was actually getting ready to leave when this guy sits down next to me and tells me I’m cute and he’d like to buy me a beer. We have a couple more beers, then he gets a shot of Schnapps for himself and downs it. The next time, he orders one for both of us. We end up having 3 shots together. I can tell I’m kind of buzzed by this point, but not really what I thought of as drunk.”

“Had you tried standing up or walking after the shots?”

“No, but I just didn’t feel like I thought drunk should feel. Anyway, he asks me if I want to go back to his place and continue the party. I tell him if the party includes his cock, then hell yeah.”

“You slut! Go on….” He’s grinning from ear to ear.

“Anyway…! We end up back at his place and he brings me a rum and Coke. I try it and decide it’s not too bad. We start making out and groping each other; then he asks me if I want to get high with him. I told him I didn’t do drugs, and he said it was just weed, and it would get me even more turned on and horny.”

“Baby, I’ve only known you a month, but you definitely don't need anything to make you horny; you’re as much of a sex hound as I am.”

“What can I say; you turn me the fuck on… Anyway, I agree to smoke a joint with him. I take a hit off it, then he takes it back, takes a hit and blows it out; then he takes another hit and comes at me like he’s about to kiss me again. He blows the smoke in my mouth instead. A shotgun, I find out later, but I liked it because it brought his lips back to mine. We finish the joint, and I’ve finished my rum and Coke by then, and he brings me another one. Then he lights up another joint and we share it. I was definitely feeling fucked up by this point. I knew I was drunk, and I was stoned on top of it. I was laughing my ass off, I was talking a mile a minute and I was practically trying to rape him. We never really had sex, but I gave him a nice, sloppy blowjob and we made out a lot. We both ended up passed out on his living room floor. I woke up the next morning, he was still sleeping, and I left his place and walked back to the bar to get my car. I didn’t even feel hung over. I just felt kind of stupid.”

Brody’s laughing and looking at me, amazed. “Oh my God! When you try something new, you really go all out, huh? Damn baby! I would’ve loved to see you all fucked up. That would be great! So even after all that, you never did it again?”

“Nope. Never had the urge to do it again. I had my one night of getting shit-faced and high and that was enough for me. I didn’t like not being in control.”

“Yeah, but baby, it’s only for a little while that you’re not really in control. There’s nothing wrong with cutting loose and letting go every once in a while. Just like you said about sex; it’s a chance to just let it all hang out.”

“Yeah, but I can do that without getting drunk or stoned. Besides, I know me, and I know I have a very addictive personality. I never wanted to get started for fear I wouldn’t ever stop. Both of my brothers were borderline alcoholics, and so was my mom, for that matter. I don't want to go down that road.”

“OK, I can see your point there… I don't want you going down that road either. But I would love to see you fucked up just once; that would be so cool! Just to watch you let go… And you can rape and molest me all you want while you’re at it!” He grins at me.

“Well it’s not likely to happen… I mean, yeah, I’m loving this; sitting out here on the porch, having a beer with you, but I have no desire to get drunk. And I can molest you without the alcohol…” I give him a lewd grin.

“Yes, you can; anytime you want too. I promise to not even put up a fight. Actually, speaking of which… Remember what you said about fulfilling my fantasies?”

“Of course!” I grin. “What’s your fantasy, baby?”

He grins and turns a little pink. “Well… I’ve thought a few times about being taken by force. You know, like, having a burglar or someone like that, come into my room and just take me. Not hurt me or anything, but just like be robbing the house, find me in bed, and take me.” We’re both grinning when he finishes talking.

“That sounds really hot! I think that could be arranged. You want this to be a surprise, right? Unexpected?”

“Yeah! I think that would be fuckin’ hot as hell. But yeah, definitely unexpected, so this can’t happen for a little while. But fuck yeah, I’d love to do that with you sometime!”

“You got it baby! I told ya; anything for you! You about done with that beer; I’d like to do something expected right now?” I grin.

“Hell yeah! Just let me down the last of it. For a non-drinker, you sure slam the fuckin’ beer down baby!”

“I can’t stand it once it gets the slightest bit warm; so I just down it while it’s cold. Drink up, you light weight!”

He laughs. “I got your ‘light weight’ hangin’!” He laughs and turns red. “Maybe that didn’t come out right! Fuck!” We both laugh.

“Well there ain’t nothin’ light about him. So, forget about it and just finish that damn beer.”

He drains the bottle, burps, laughs, then looks over at me grinning like a fool. “All done! So show me what you have planned for me next.”

“Come with me…”

I stand up and take his hand in mine, leading him back in the house. We lock the door and drop the bottles in the trash on our way back in. We make sure the lights are off in the back of the house and I take his hand again and lead him to our bedroom. I turn him facing me at the side of the bed.

“Strip.”

He laughs. “You’re not gonna help?”

I grin. “No, I wanna watch you strip. And you don't have to do a striptease, or anything, I just wanna watch you get out of your clothes.”

He laughs. “You’ve seen me get outta my clothes several times; what’s different about now?”

“I don't know, I just wanted to see you strip down.”

He grins. “Sure. OK.” He leans forward and gives me a wet, sloppy kiss and then pushes me back with his hand about 2 feet. “Stay right there; don't move.”

He starts by pulling his shirt off over his head. While still holding it by the collar with one hand, he tosses it at my head, landing right on target, and covering my face in the process. He laughs.

“Ah, my bad, now you can’t see me strip.” He laughs again.

He walks over to me, takes the shirt off my head and wraps it around my neck, pulling me into him for another wet, hard, sloppy kiss. He let’s go of the shirt and pushes me back again with his hand. He’s now standing about 3 feet away from me, grinning, and brings his feet up to take his shoes off, and chucking them off to the side. Using the palm of his right hand, he starts rubbing his crotch, being sure to show me that he’s rock hard. I smile and wink at him. He then begins using both hands, palms flat, and starts fucking between his hands, while at the same time, running them up and down his hard-on. After he’s done this for a couple of minutes, he grabs the button of his jeans, pops it open, then slides his zipper down; all while giving me a ‘come fuck me’ look and grinning.

“Like what you see baby?”

“Oh yeah… Keep going.”

He runs his fingers inside the waist band of his jeans; starting in the middle and working to the side a couple of times, then back to the middle. He then grabs the tops of his jeans on either side of the button and pulls them open wide; showing me his hard cock. I notice he’s wearing cammo boxer-briefs. Nice. They look really sexy on him. He looks at me and runs his tongue around his lips a couple of times. I moan. I feel my cock growing in my jeans. This wasn’t really what I had in mind, but it was very, very nice. He pushes his jeans down over his hips, all while looking at me and running his tongue around his lips again. I can see a wet spot on his boxer-briefs where the head of his dick is; look’s damn tasty too. He smiles at me.

“Want more?” he asks me.

“Oh fuck yeah…” He giggles.

He then turns around; showing me his ass, then grabs his jeans again, and while lowering them down, bends over. I moan loudly. I love looking at his ass, and for him to just show it to me like this is a hell of a turn-on. He giggles again. He get’s his jeans down to his feet, then lifting one foot at a time, pulls them off and drops them on the floor. He takes his hands and runs them up the backs of his legs, stopping when he gets to his ass. He swats his right cheek kind of hard. I moan again. He continues running his hands up, then over to the side and grabs the waistband of his underwear. He shakes his ass at me and giggles. I moan. Sticking his thumbs into the sides of this waistband, he very slowly lowers his underwear over this ass. As I see it come more and more into view, my cock jumps and I moan again.

“Looks pretty tasty, huh baby?”

I moan again. “Oh fuck…. “

Now that his sexy little ass is exposed, he stops lowering his underwear. He stands perfectly still for about 10 seconds, then he raises his right hand and slaps his ass again. I groan. After slapping the right cheek, he decides the left is jealous so he slaps that one too. I can see that he’s left a little bit of hand print on his ass. It looks sexy as hell. Now he’s lowering his boxer-briefs again. After getting them to his feet he lifts his legs again and pulls them off; but he doesn’t throw them on the floor. While he’s still holding his underwear in his right hand, he turns around, while still bent over, and slowly starts to stand back up. The only problem is, he’s bringing the underwear up as he stands, running them up his leg then covering his crotch with them. He’s now standing back up, looking like the sexiest man I’ve ever seen, but hiding the goodies from me.

“Don't I get to see the boys?”

He gives me a dirty smile. “Gotta dollar?”

I yank my wallet out of my back pocket and pull a 20 out and hold it out to him. He looks at the bill and starts laughing.

“Damn big spender, what do you expect for that 20? I don't just go home with anybody.”

“I’m just paying for you to drop the drawers; anything else can be negotiated later.”

He gives me another dirty, sexy smile and walks up to me. He then pulls the underwear up between our bodies and holds them under my nose. I take a big whiff of them and grin. He laughs. I reach up and grab them out of his hand, hold them tight against my face and breathe deep. God, they smell good; just like him, only sweaty. Fuck yeah… He’s looking at me, a huge grin on his face. I pull his underwear away from my face and shove them in my back pocket. He laughs again.

“These are mine now; I just paid 20 bucks for ‘em.”

“You coulda had ‘em for free… Actually, maybe you do need to pay; you keep taking my damn underwear and jocks from me; I’m gonna be goin’ commando pretty soon when I run out.” He giggles again.

“Eh, quit yer bitchin’; I get far more use out of them than you do.”

“What the hell? What’re you doing with all my underwear, you perv?”

I laugh. “I ain’t tellin’ ya. That’s between me and your underwear.” I reach down and grab his hard cock. He moans. “I don't want this guy gettin’ cold though; I’ll get you some new ones.”

“You don't have too; he loves the way you’re keepin’ him warm right now.” He grins at me.

I lean forward and kiss him. We hold the kiss for about a minute, running our tongues in and out of each other’s mouths. I break the kiss and look into his eyes. Yep, this is the guy; my guy. I still have his hard cock in my hand, kind of milking it. He moans and looks like he’s really enjoying this.

“Damn baby… This really wasn’t what I had planned, but I’m not ready to stop this.”

He grins. “What were you plannin’?”

“I was going to give you a massage. I was going to have you lie down on the bed while I worked your body over. Watchin’ you strip kinda got me sidetracked.”

He grins big. “Well…. I don't know about you, but I’d be more than willing to forego the massage this time. The massage you’re givin’ my dick right now is feelin’ really good. Can I get a rain check on the body massage?”

“That can be arranged… I wanted to spend about an hour rubbing my hands all over your body; now I’m horny and I just want to taste you and feel you.”

He grins big. “Sounds damn good to me…”

I lean forward and kiss him again, while grabbing his waist and pulling myself into him. I feel his cock press into me and I moan into his mouth. I love making out with him; he’s so good at it, and he gets so into it. He reaches up and grabs the sides of my head in his hands and just starts licking, kissing and sucking on my mouth, using his hands to turn my head whatever direction he wants too. I still have my hands on his waist and I pull him tighter into me, then I reach down and grab his ass in my hands, pulling him even closer and up into me. He moans into my mouth, then lifts his right foot up and puts it on the bed, opening his ass for me. I immediately head for his trench with my hands, feeling the hair and sweat within. I moan loudly into his mouth. He’s running his tongue all over my mouth then he starts biting my lips, then back to licking me, then biting again. We’re both moaning really loud now, and just trying to envelop each other’s mouth. After licking and biting me several more times, he yanks my head away from his face.

“Oh God…. Fuck baby... You taste so fuckin’ good… I want you; I want you fuckin’ now baby!”

He yanks my face back into his and starts licking and kissing again. I have my right hand running up and down his ass trench, while my left is holding the taught cheek above his raised leg. I then move my right hand over to his other cheek and pull him hard into me again. He raises his foot off the bed and wraps his leg behind me, while pulling my head in tighter and force feeding me his tongue. We both moan. I grab his ass hard and lift up; he pulls his left leg up and wraps it around me too. I’m holding him up by the ass, his legs now wrapped around me; his hands with a firm grip on my head, and our mouths in overdrive on each other. I can’t remember ever being this turned on before. I feel like I just can’t get enough of him. We’re moaning, licking, kissing and biting each other’s mouth. I can feel his leaking cock pressing into my stomach as he rubs his pelvis up and down on me, kind of rocking himself up and down in my grasp. I’m starting to feel like I’ve just left the planet and I’m off in another world; he and I are the only ones that exist right now.

I’m not really having a problem holding him up; he’s not all that heavy, but I want to try something; and I kind of want the leverage. I start walking forward, carrying him, and when I get close to the wall, I just shove both of us up against it. He pulls his face away.

“Oh fuck yeah!!! Throw my ass up against the wall! Take me baby!”

He lands back on my mouth and continues licking, kissing and biting. I know our mouths are going to be sore after tonight, but I don't think either of us cares right now. I’m pressing myself into him against the wall, still with a nice, firm grip on his ass, kind of running him up and down the wall a little bit. The only bad part about all of this is I’m still fucking dressed; and I can’t do anything about it in this position. I pull my head back, looking at him with nothing but lust.

“I gotta get out of these fuckin’ clothes baby! Stand up for just a minute, please.”

He un-wraps his legs and stands up, reaching for my shirt and yanking it up over my head. I’m ripping the buttons of my jeans open and shoving them down my legs. I toe my shoes off and kick them away towards the door. I get my jeans and underwear off in less than 15 seconds. Between the two of us, we had me standing naked in less than thirty seconds. I reach behind and grab his ass again, pulling him up into me, while he throws his legs around me again. We’re back on each other’s mouths, my hands under his ass; his hands around my head, and I’ve shoved him back up against the wall. My cock is under his balls, rubbing against his ass, while his is sliding up and down my stomach leaving a trail of pre-cum wherever it moves. I can actually feel his foreskin moving back and forth and it’s turning me on even more. He pulls his face back from mine again.

“Oh fuck…. (he whimpers) Oh God baby, I need you. I can feel you cock rubbing my ass. I need you (whimpering again), I need to feel you in me baby, please!!”

He pulls his face back down, but landing on the side of my head, whimpering and moaning into my ear, his arms wrapped around my head and neck. I pull us off the wall and turn around, heading for the bed. When I reach the bed, I bend over and lay him down on it, his legs still wrapped around me. I reach behind me and pull his legs back; I need access to his sweet ass. He opens his legs, but instead of laying them down, brings them up and grabs behind his knees, lifting his ass up for me. I stick my finger in my mouth and get it as wet as I can, then rub it along his crack a couple of times, picking up some of his ass sweat. I head for his hole and stop, rubbing my finger around a couple of times. He pants and moans. I stick my finger in, feeling the warmth and wetness enveloping it. He moans again. I drive my finger up as far as I can and stop for a second. His ass clamps down on it for a second, then after releasing it, I start sliding my finger in and out of his hungry ass. He starts whimpering again. I’ve never seen him this turned on and horny before; it’s an incredible sight.

“Oh… God yes!! Fuck my hot little ass! I need you to fuck me baby! Please!”

I slide my finger in and out of him several more times, then start twisting and tugging on his hole. He moans and whimpers again. I continue finger fucking him for a couple more minutes, but I need him as badly as he needs me right now. I pull my finger out, run over to the nightstand and grab the lube. I’m back at his sexy little ass within seconds. I squeeze some lube onto my finger and shove it back in his hole. He groans hard. I finger fuck him another few seconds then pull out. I get some more lube and slather my aching cock with it, then squeeze a little glob onto his hole. I drop the lube on the bed next to him and line my cock up with his hole. I look up at him, but his eyes are closed. He has the most intense look of lust on his face I’ve ever seen, and he’s just moaning and whimpering. Incredible...

I line up my cock with his hole and push in just a little. He whimpers louder. I push in a little more and break through his ring. We both moan. His ass clamps down on me for a couple of seconds. Once he relaxes I continue pushing into him, slowly; but steady and strong. When I bottom out we both groan.

“Oh fuck…. Oh baby, your ass feels so fuckin’ good! Goddamn, that’s so good….”

“Mmmm… Fuck yeah baby… I can feel your cock in me. Oh God yes. Fuck me baby; fuck me now. I’m ready…”

I pull my dick back out to the head, hold it for a second, make it jump a couple of times and then push myself back into him. He moans really loud. I make my cock jump a couple of times and pull out again. I wait for about 2 seconds then plunge back into him. Oh damn, he feels so good and so fuckin’ tight. I start sliding my cock in and out of his ass for a few minutes, just enjoying the feeling of his velvety ass rubbing against me. I’m leaning over him a little, my hands on his calves, just feeding him my cock, while looking down at his sexy body and face. I continue fucking him in this position for about 6 or 7 minutes, occasionally changing the rhythm, going from slow and steady to strong and fast, then back to slow and steady. He’s been continually whimpering and moaning the whole time. I bury myself in him, balls-deep and stop. I look down at him. After a few seconds he opens his eyes and looks up at me.

“Wrap your legs around me again, you sexy ass motherfucker; we’re goin’ back up against the wall.”

He just looks at me with lust and nods his head. He wraps his legs around me while I reach down and put my arms under him, pulling him up. He wraps his arms around my neck and pulls himself tight against me, his legs getting tighter around my middle. I’m still buried in him, and I pull him towards the edge of the bed, then lift both of us up and stand. He moans and my cock drives even deeper into him. I move my hands down, one at time to grab his ass again, while I’m walking back over to the wall. I kind of slam him up against the wall and bury myself against him. He groans and whimpers.

“Oh fuck!! Yeah you sexy fucker, fuck me on the wall! Fuck my ass baby!”

I’ve never done this before and I’m not real sure of how it works, but I figure it out and we’re soon rocking and slamming into the wall. We’re moaning, panting, cussing and whimpering. His face is back in front of me and he has his tongue buried down my throat again; fucking my throat with it as I fuck his hot little ass. I can feel his cock rubbing me, leaving trails of pre-cum all along my stomach. I’m not real sure how long my legs are going to hold out, but I’m willing to go until I collapse. I start thrusting hard into him, his back rubbing against the wall, his ass swallowing my cock and his mouth all over my mouth and face. I get a nice rhythm set up and just keep running my cock in his ass, trying to bury it as much as possible on each thrust. We’ve been fucking like this for about 15 minutes when he starts panting and moaning really loud.

“Oh God!! Oh fucking God baby, I’m gonna fuckin” cum!!”

“Fuck yeah!! Come on my fuckin stomach baby. Shoot that fuckin’ load over us!”

“Oh God… Oh fuck me… Oh yeah!!! I’m fuckin’ cummin’ baby!!”

I feel his load shoot up between us, coving both of our stomachs in milky white boy juice. I’m still thrusting into him, his ass contracting and relaxing on my cock as he shoots his load on us. He’s panting and moaning, his body convulsing just a little as his orgasm takes him.

“Oh fuck!!! Oh my God…. Oh God… Oh…. Man, that’s fuckin’ good.”

“Fuck yeah Brody; that was fuckin’ hot as hell! Yeah baby!”

When he’s finally spent he pulls his face against the side of mine for a few moments. I’ve stopped thrusting, but still buried deep in him. His breathing is a little ragged, but he’s coming back down a little. After about 2 minutes his breathing is pretty much back to normal and I start thrusting into him again.

“Oh fuck…. Yeah, baby, keep fuckin’ my ass. Go!”

I get back into my rhythm and fuck his sexy little ass for another 10 minutes before I feel my own orgasm building.

“I’m gettin’ close baby; you ready?”

“Oh fuck yeah! Cum in my fuckin’ ass you fuckin’ stud! Blow that fuckin’ load in me!”

I keep pumping my cock into him for another minute or so and it’s time.

“Oh fuck me… Here it is baby! Yeah… fuckin’ take it!”

My orgasm starts and I can feel my balls contract and my cock pulse as I unload into him. I have him shoved hard up against the wall, my legs locked, and I’m just pumping about 6 loads of hot cum into him. My mouth finds his as I’m cumming and I shove my tongue down his throat, my mouth pressed hard against his; panting and moaning into him. As my orgasm starts to subside I pull my mouth away and just look into his eyes as I finish filling him up. He looks so incredibly hot and sexy, shoved up against the wall like this. This has definitely been the hottest fuck of my life; I’ll never forget this one. A thought pops into my head. Only one thing could possibly make this any hotter, and I feel the need at the moment.

“Oh fuck baby! That was fuckin’ hot as hell. Can your legs hold you up right now?”

“Yeah baby; you need me to stand up?”

I give him an evil grin. “Yeah, I do. I’m gonna pull out, but I want you to turn around after you’re on your feet.”

“OK.”

I pull out of him and lower my arms as he gets his feet under him. When he’s standing I pull my hands away from his ass, grab his hips and turn him around. I get right back up against him, pushing my still semi-hard cock back in his ass. He moans again.

“Oh fuck yeah baby! You goin’ for round 2?”

I don't say anything, but relax myself as much as possible. I feel it start. Oh hell yeah, this is kinda hot. I start filling his ass with warm piss. It doesn’t take him long to figure it out.

“OH FUCK YEAH!!! That’s like the hottest fuckin’ thing I’ve ever felt before. Fuck yeah baby, piss in my fuckin’ ass!”

I’m buried in him as far as I can with a pissing, semi-hard cock, and I’m just emptying myself into him; filling him up. After what feels like a quart has left me I’m finally finished. Now we have to figure out how to get him to the bathroom without losing any of it.

“Uh… Baby, we need to get you into the bathroom. Do you want me to pull out and you can clamp your ass closed, or do you wanna try to go in there together, like this?”

He giggles. “I think I can hold it in there; go ahead and pull out. God, this feels so fuckin’ hot. I’ve never felt this full before, and it’s warm; it feels incredible.”

“I’m glad you like it; I fuckin’ loved it when you did it to me. OK, I’m gonna pull out. I’m gonna do it fast so you can clench your ass tight. Ready in 3.”

“Just pull out baby. I’m ready.” He giggles again.

I pull my hips back, my cock pulling out of him. Not a single drop follows. I’m kind of amazed. He kind of waddles, stiff walks into the bathroom. I’m trying not to smirk or giggle. He makes it to the toilet and sits down. I can hear everything shooting out of him. I walk over to the door and look in at him. He looks over at me and giggles again. I smirk.

“Damn baby, you’ve dropped some pretty big loads up my ass, but this is fuckin’ unbelievable!” We both laugh.

“I aim to please baby!”

I just look at him, sitting on the toilet expelling everything I’ve left in him. I know it’s a very weird time to think this, but I feel such love and longing for him right now. And even in this circumstance he looks so incredibly cute and sexy to me. I mean, he’s covered in sweat, he’s sitting on the toilet, his hair looks like he’s been in a 6-sided wind tunnel, but he’s never looked better to me.

He looks over at me, a sly grin on his face. “What on earth are you thinkin’ about? You have a kind of lusty, weird, goofy look on your face.”

I blush crimson and laugh. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told ya.”

“Try me. I mean come one, I’m sittin’ on the can shittin’ out your cum and piss; we have no secrets at this point.” He laughs.

“I was just thinking how cute and sexy you look right now.”

He laughs. “Damn! You couldn’t pick a better time to think I’m cute?”

“What can I say? I got it bad baby. I am so in love with you, that even just like that, you are everything to me.”

He blushes and smiles at me. “Oh man….”

Chapter 4
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Brody and I have lived together for a little over 3 weeks now, and we’ve joined a damn gym. He’s really gung-ho about getting me to eat right and exercise, and now going to the gym 3 or 4 times a week. He wasn’t really kidding about riding my ass about this; he’s been really watching the things I eat and then works me to the brink of exhaustion when we go to the gym. And I’ll admit there have been some results, however small, in the 2 weeks we’ve been going. I’ve managed to drop a whole 5 pounds. I guess I’m being kind of a brat about this, thinking I could’ve lost 5 pounds just sitting in a steam room, but like he told me, he hasn’t backed down; even putting up with my griping and whining about having to work at it.

I’ve also quit driving the cab, and I’ve been running around trying to get everything going on my new business venture. My sister has been a huge help with this, at least as far as what needs to happen to even get a business off the ground. I’ve been doing a lot of research and pavement pounding to get an idea of how to get clients, what to charge and what kind of tools and equipment I’ll need. I spent a full day just running to the city, county and state offices getting the legal stuff taken care of. One would think that in the 21^st Century; the age of the internet, that this could have all been taken care of on-line. First lesson learned; government agencies still like to do things the old fashioned way, with pen, paper, and those big stamp things that swing down and print something official looking on the page. As of 4 days ago I’m an official business, with a tax license and everything.

Two days ago my trusty Explorer decided it had had enough and quit running; while I was sitting at a traffic light in downtown Denver, of all places. I spend seventy-five percent of my time out in the boonies and the damn thing decides to have a stroke the one time I’m downtown. After pissing off countless motorists behind me, I start pushing the car over to the curb, getting it fairly close and out of everyone’s way. Not one person has offered to help, re-affirming my opinion about people, and I’m now standing on the sidewalk next to a dead SUV wondering who the hell I’m going to call to come and get it. Now I was mad at myself; I used to have towing with my car insurance, but in trimming my bills down to survive, I’d dropped it. Brody’s at work and I don't want to bother him there. I guess I’ll call ‘Uncle Kevin’, my brother Kevin. Like I told Daniel, he’s the mechanic in the family, let him fix it. I scroll through the numbers in my cell phone looking for his. Ah, there it is. Press Send. Recorded message telling me this voice mail account has never been set-up. Great. Call Mom. She’ll know where he is.

She answers on the third ring. “Hello.”

“Hey Mom… Do you know where Kevin is?”

“I’m fine… How are you?”

“Sorry. I’ve been better. My car just killed over at a traffic light.”

“Where at; I’ll come and get you?” She sounds concerned now.

I look up at the street signs. “I’m at 22^nd and California in downtown.”

She chuckles. “What the hell are you doing downtown?”

“I had an appointment to get some business headed my way.”

“Oh. Well I don't know where Kevin is, but I’ll be there in about 20 minutes. Just stay by your car.”

“OK. Thank you. I’ll be here. I’m on the northeast corner; you’ll see my car.”

“You’re welcome. See you in a bit.”

We hang up. I’ve just set my phone down on the seat when it starts ringing. I just assume it’s her calling back so I don't bother looking at the caller-id.

“Let me guess; your car won’t start.” I say chuckling.

“I don't know if it will or not, I haven’t tried it; it did this morning.” Brody says laughing.

I laugh. “I’m sorry baby; I didn’t know it was you. HI!”

“Hi yourself. How did the meeting go?”

I moan. “It probably would’ve gone a lot better if I’d made it there. My car just took a dump. My mom is on her way here to rescue me; that’s who I thought was calling…”

“Oh man… I’m sorry baby. Why didn’t you call me; I would’ve come and rescued you?”

“I didn’t want to pull you away from work. I was trying to find my brother, and called Mom looking for him; that’s why she’s coming. We don't know where he is and he’s never learned how use his damn phone.”

“Don't do that; that’s why I’m here… I can get away from work if I need to. Where are you?”

I sigh and groan. “I’m at 22^nd and California.”

“Jesus Jeff, that’s like 5 minutes away from me; you should’ve called.”

“Well let’s not get into this right now; I’ve called my mom and she’s on her way.”

“Well call her back and tell her I’m coming to get you. I’m leaving now. Bye.”

The little shit hangs up before I have a chance to protest. I stab the End key on my phone and call my mom back.

“Hey Mom, you can turn around; Brody’s on his way. He called right after I hung up with you.”

“Oh, OK. What’s wrong; you sound different?”

“Oh, it’s just Brody’s upset that I didn’t call him first, and I know I’m in for a lecture.”

She laughs. “Well if the lecture goes on for more than an hour tell him he’s using cruel and unusual punishment.”

I laugh. “Gee thanks… I thought married women weren’t supposed to give out trade secrets?”

“That one’s not a secret; more like the Geneva Convention.” She chuckles at her own joke.

“I’ll keep that in mind… I hope you haven’t gone too far from home; sorry about all this.”

“Don't apologize for asking for help. And I’ve only made it down to the interstate. Now I can just head over to Habitat for Humanity and browse around for something I probably don't need. Don't worry about it.”

“OK. Well, have fun at the outlet store. I’ll let you know when I’m home safe and sound. I love you.”

“I love you too. Bye.”

We hang up and I toss the phone back on the seat. I’m standing next to my car watching all of the people walking, and the traffic. Damn…. I’ll never be a city boy I decide. I spot a Starbucks across the street. Too bad they don't sell Irish Coffee I thought to myself, I could use one right now. I slam my door shut and walk over to grab a coffee. After standing in what I considered a short line of 3, I’m walking out the door 10 minutes later. I look across the street and see Brody’s truck parked behind my car. He’s standing outside his truck, talking on his cell phone. The walk sign comes on and I walk across the street, coming up behind him. He turns around just as I approach. He brings the phone away from his ear, scowling at me.

“Where the fuck were you? I was trying to call; I thought you’d been arrested or something!”

“I’m sorry; I was getting a coffee. I didn’t expect to wait in line so long.”

“Jesus, I tell you I’m on my way and you go for coffee?”

“I told you, I didn’t expect it to take more than a minute!”

He looks frustrated and he’s standing there looking at me, then at my coffee. I try to lighten the mood.

I smile at him. “Wanna sip?”

He shakes his head. “No! I wanna know why you just walked away from your car to take a fuckin’ coffee break.”

Even I have my breaking point. “Yeah, well I wanna know why you’re being a dick about this!”

It kind of brought him up short, but he soldiered on. “I’m not being a dick; I just thought you’d wait by your car until I got here. Never mind… What the fuck happened to it, anyway?”

I look at him, shake my head once and tell him, “I was sitting at that light and it just stopped running. I tried for 10 minutes to get it started, but it didn’t even sound like it was going to catch; it just kept turning over and over; like it wasn’t getting any fuel.”

“Maybe it’s not; you have fuel in the tank?”

I shake my head again. “Yes, it has ¾ of a tank; I never let it drop below half. How stupid do you think I am, anyway?”

“I didn’t say that! I was just asking…. Well, what do you want to do with it?”

“Shoot it, and put it out of its misery.”

He shakes his head and rolls his eyes. “Yeah, whatever… Be serious.”

“Don't roll your eyes at me… Tell ya what, you just go back to work; I’ll deal with this.”

“Now who’s being a dick?”

“I am! But you started it, and I’m tired of it! This hasn’t exactly been fun for me; pushing that fucking thing over here, sitting here like a fucking bum on the side of the street, and then being yelled at because I went to grab a fucking cup of coffee!”

“OK OK. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to jump your shit; I was just worried when I got here and you weren’t around. I got scared, and then I got mad. I’m sorry.” Then he grins, the little shit.

“What the fuck are you grinning about?”

He laughs. “You do have some fight in ya… Damn baby!”

“Fuck you. I’m not in the mood to be teased.”

He grins at me again. “I’m sorry… I’m just a little shocked, that’s all. Anyway, seriously, what would you like to do? Do you want me to just take you home? Or do you want to tow the car to a shop? Anything you want; I’m at your service.” He smiles at me and tilts his head to the side; playing the puppy card.

I smirk. “How ‘bout I just knock you on your ass and fuck you right here on the sidewalk?”

He bursts out laughing. When he finally calm down… “I thought you weren’t into giving free shows?” He smirks. “Anyway, I don't wanna be fucked out here on the street; but I’ll take a hug and kiss. And now that your balls are hangin’ out, that shouldn’t be a problem for ya…” He grins.

“Shut up jackass, and come here.”

He smirks again and pulls me into a hug. We hug for about 30 seconds, then he pulls his head back and plants a very passionate kiss on me. We’ve been kissing for about 30 seconds or so when I hear someone whistle at us. I pull back immediately, embarrassed.

He looks at me, smiling, and says, “Beotch…”

“Jackass….”

He laughs and gives me another quick kiss. He pulls his head back, but he still has his hands on my hips. I just look at him; thinking… I guess we’ve had our first real argument, and now we’re standing in the middle of downtown doing the whole public displays of affection thing; two firsts for us.

“So what do you want to do about your car?”

“I guess we have to at least get it away from here; before it gets towed.”

“OK. There’s a garage about 8 blocks from here; I pass it every day on my way to work. I have a tow rope in my truck. You ever been towed with a rope before?”

I laugh; my mind going in the gutter. He smirks. “Sorry, my mind went elsewhere for a second… I’ve the done whole rope towing thing several times with my brother, but I’ve always been the one in the lead vehicle; I’ve never had to do the whole stopping for both of us thing.”

“OK. You drive the truck and I’ll ride along behind you. I’m versatile; I’ve done it both ways…” He wags his eyebrows at me and starts laughing.

“Slut! Yeah, but I don't know where we’re going; that might pose a problem.”

“It’s really easy from here. Just stay on 22^nd for about 6 or 7 blocks, it’ll turn into Pennsylvania, and just keep following it to 17^th Avenue. Hook a left at 17^th and go to Downing; the garage is right there on the right side. I pass it on Park Avenue every day.”

“Damn…. If you think about it, that’s actually kinda sad. I’ve lived here my whole life, and you know your way around better than I do.”

“Eh, I just work down here every day; I’ve gotten used to it. Now let’s get this fucker hooked up and get over there.”

We get my car towed to the garage without killing anyone, and without damaging his truck. The mechanic tells us that it will be well into tomorrow before he can even look at it. Great… I’ll be without a vehicle for at least 2 days. I have no choice right now and leave him the key and our home number and my cell number. We walk back out to Brody’s truck; with him getting in on the passenger side. I just look at him, shaking my head. He laughs and jumps in the truck. I get in on the driver’s side, looking over at him.

“What?”

“Why am I driving your truck?”

“You already have the seat and mirrors adjusted. Just shut up and take us home.”

“Don't you have to go back to work?”

“Nope. I told them I was outta there for the rest of the day. Drive.”

We make it back home in about 35 minutes, running 80 to 85 once I’m out on I-76. He keeps looking at the speedo, then at me, and grinning.

“You like my truck, huh?”

“I love your truck, but why do you ask?

“You just look like you’re enjoying the drive; and hauling ass while you’re at it.” He laughs.

I look down at the speedometer. “Oops. Sorry about that.”

“Don't worry about it, it’s been faster; I’ve had it up against the governor, doing 102.”

“Damn… You weren’t in a hurry, were ya?”

“Nah… I just wanted to try it. Well, and I did it several times on the drive up here from home; I was getting bored.”

I grin to myself, jump out in the left lane and push the gas harder. In about a half a minute or so I feel it cut out, then back on, then cut out again. I look down; sure enough 102. He’s in the passenger seat, laughing his ass off. I let off the gas, slowing back down to 75 and jump back in the right lane.

“Damn… Not bad for a full sized truck; didn’t even feel like we were going that fast. I’m impressed. I tried that in my Explorer and it kinda scared me; I thought it was gonna take flight.”

“See? It does just fine…”

We’re both quiet for the rest of the ride. After pulling in the driveway and getting in the house, he pulls me into him and kisses me. After he breaks the kiss, he’s looking at me, lost in thought.

“Whatcha thinkin’ ‘bout?”

He grins. “About earlier… You realize that was our first real fight?”

“Yeah, I do. I was thinking about it while you were holding me on the sidewalk. I guess it really doesn’t count as a fight, but it was our first real argument.”

He grins. “You actually called me a jackass and told me ‘fuck you’.”

I flush red. “I’m sorry baby… I was just getting angry; it just seemed like the thing to say at the time.”

“You weren’t getting angry; you were angry. I’m sorry I made you mad. You were right; I was being a dick. But don't apologize for getting mad back at me. Believe me, if the roles had been reversed, I would’ve been just as pissed off.”

“Why were you being a dick when I first walked up? It had to be about more than the coffee. Speaking of which, I never got so much as a sip from it, and now I don't even remember where it is.”

He laughs. “It’s sitting on the phone box on the corner of 22^nd and California. I don't know why I was being such a shit when you walked up. I guess I was a little upset when I left work, thinking I hadn’t been the first one you called when you were in trouble. Then when I got there and you were gone I just got mad. I’m sorry.”

“I should have called you first. I didn’t want to pull you away from work; I didn’t know if you’d get in trouble for having to leave. I still should have called to let you know what was going on. I am sorry about that. I won’t do it again; you’ll always be my first phone call.”

He grins. “Thank you. And I’m not teasin’ ya, but it was a trip watching you go off on me. I’ve never seen you mad before; that was a new one for me.”

“Well don't get used to it. I rarely let myself lose control like that, and I still can’t believe I did it on you.”

“Well I’m a big boy, I can handle it. If I do something to piss you off, you had damn well better let me know about it. But think about it… Didn’t it feel good? Just saying what you were thinking, without analyzing it, just getting it out; letting me have it for pissing you off.”

“I’ll admit it felt good at the time, but then I just felt guilty later.”

He shakes his head. “That’s the whole idea behind getting it off your chest; to get rid of it and not feel guilty about it after. There’s nothing to feel guilty about. I pissed you off, you went off on me, we kissed and made up; and we’re standing here in our living room, still together. That’s how it’s supposed to work.”

“Yeah, well, I’ve always been nervous about getting things off my chest; worried I’ll go too far and the other person will either just hit me or leave.”

“Oh man… Baby, I would never, never hit you; never! And I sure as hell ain’t leavin’ just because I’m gettin yelled at; especially for something I started. That’s like a total chicken-shit thing to do anyway… I’m not going anywhere.” He thought for a minute and continued. “Hey, have you been in an abusive relationship?”

“No. I’ve never been struck by anyone; other than a few spankings when I was a kid. I have been tormented unmercifully, smothered, shoved, twisted into a pretzel shape, and a few attempted drownings, but never actually punched.”

“Holy shit Jeffrey! Who the fuck did all of that to you?”

“My oldest brother, when we were kids.”

“What a dirty motherfucker! That explains why you don't like him. I wouldn’t either if he’d done all of that to me. He actually tried to drown you?”

“Well I don't know if there was malice aforethought, but he seem to enjoy holding my head underwater for extended periods of time. I gave up the swimming lessons when I turned 11.”

“Don't make light of that shit baby; that’s just fucked up, what he did to you. Goddamn… Where the hell were your parents when all of this was going on?”

“It only happened when he was left to babysit my brother and I; he was in charge, and he took it very seriously. When I’d tell my parents about it later they’d just say he was just awnry, he didn’t mean anything by it.”

“Wow….“ He shakes his head again. “Talk about turning a blind eye… Do they believe you now? And didn’t your brother Kevin ever back you up?”

“Yes and yes. Kevin took a lot of shit from him to try and protect me. And yes, they believe both of us now about all the shit that went on. Not much they can do about it now, though.”

“Yeah, I guess so. That was good of Kevin to try and protect you. I’m now in complete understanding of your family dynamic. You adore Susan, you like and respect Kevin, but you have absolutely no use for Mike. It all makes sense too. I’d feel the same way as you. I’m not looking forward to meeting Mike; I’ll be fighting like hell to hold my tongue.”

“Well the odds of meeting him aren’t all that great; I only see him maybe twice a year, and no, not at holiday dinners; they always go to her family’s place for those. Just when he happens to drop in if I’m at my parent’s house.”

“Good. I was kinda lookin’ forward to my first holiday meal with your family; don't want it fucked up by dipshit.”

I laugh. “Yeah, I have those same thoughts every time I think about him showing up. Speaking of Kevin though, I need to give him a call; see if he can loan me one of his many cars. I don't want to be without wheels for God only knows how long.”

“Fuck that. Just take me to work tomorrow and keep the truck with you. I don't go anywhere during the day; it just sits there, and you may as well be using it. And don't give me any shit about it being my truck and you won’t do that!”

I’m thinking of a rebuttal while he’s looking at me, challenging me to come up with one. He laughs.

“You can’t think of an argument to that one, can ya? Ha! Let me ask you this. If the positions were reversed, would you let me use the Explorer?”

“Without hesitation…”

He grins. “So what’s the fucking difference? Use the damn truck!”

“OK. Thank you baby.”

“You’re more than welcome. So, what’re you gonna do if it turns out the ‘sploder is really dead?”

“I don't know… I have about 4 grand sitting in a savings account, but that’s not enough for a new ride. It’s enough for major repairs, but that’s about all I was planning it for. I’ve already replaced the transmission and the transfer case in it; I figured the engine might be next.”

“Damn, the tranny and the transfer case went out? You take it out mud-boggin every weekend?”

I laugh. “No, it’s never been off-road. It seems to be an Explorer thing; at around 120k miles you just have to replace/rebuild the drive-train. I don't know why.”

“It’s a fuckin’ soccer-mom vehicle, that’s why…They never expected it to do more than get groceries and haul the kiddies to practice. How many miles are on that thing, anyway?”

“Just under 179k”

“Damn baby, don't you think it’s time for a new vehicle?”

“I don't think 4 grand will get me any better than what I have now. Who knows, maybe it’s something minor, like a fuel pump or clogged fuel filter.”

“That’s why they have financing baby; so poor people can drive vehicles beyond their means. How do you think I bought a forty-thousand dollar truck at 21 years old?”

“Ah, the easy monthly, payment-plan… That’s just it though; I just finished paying that damn thing off about a year and half ago. I thought to myself, finally, I get to drive it without making payments on it…”

“Well, I think it’s done it bit for the war effort, it’s time for a new one. It’s only gonna start costing you more and more cash to keep it going; at close to 180k miles, it’s just going to get more and more problems.”

“Yeah, but in case you forgot, I’m officially un-employed; nobody’s going to finance so much as a condom for me.”

He laughs. “We don't use condoms anymore; remember? OK, I see your point though. Ask your dad; he said he’d do anything he could to help. He just has to co-sign, not buy the dumb thing. You can make the payments; you just need his income on the paper-work. Or hell, I’ll fuckin’ co-sign for ya.”

“No, you won’t!”

“Why not? Would you co-sign for me?”

Shit! He fuckin’ had me again. “Goddamn you! Quit doin’ that shit! Yes, I would…”

He shakes his head, grinning from ear to ear. “So let me see if I understand this correctly… You can do anything for me, but I can’t do squat for you, is that about right?”

I look down at the floor, shaking my head. After about a minute I lift my head back up. “You’re pretty good at this, you know that?”

“Yep. Answer the damn question.”

“No, that’s not right. You can do whatever pleases you; just like I do. I’m just not used to this Brody; I’m sorry. I mean it’s a really wonderful change, but I’ve never been in a relationship that I wasn’t the one who gave, while they took. This is just new territory for me; be patient with me, please.”

“You gave and you let them take. But that’s not what we’re talking about… OK, so you’ll let me help you? You’ll let me be there for you; for everything? You’ll allow me to do things for you, to please you; because I want to, and it makes me happy to do it?”

“Yes, to all of those things; including the little jibe.”

“I’m sorry I said that; I shouldn’t have. It’s that whole thought-speak thing I keep tellin’ you about. But anyway… So you really will let me do things for you; without bitching about it?”

I shake my head. “Yes, I really will. And don't apologize for the comment; you were right.”

“Good. That makes me happy; thank you. Now, could I interest you in jumping in the shower with me? I wanna play a little, but I also need to get cleaned up; towin’s dirty work.”

I smile at him. “Hell yeah!”

Posted: 03/08/13