In the Shadow of Our Lives

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In the Shadows of Our Lives Part 2 - Wings of Tomorrow IX ~ Goodbye Paradise [Tigger's Last Bounce] ~

"Now as sure as the sun is gonna shine, the day will come, Now I'm waitin' for the day, there'll be no more sayin' goodbye paradise, My sweet paradise, you are the reason why it tears me up inside And I break down and cry, didn't want to say goodbye paradise."

Paradise, by Tesla

"Just like prisoners in paradise, so close but yet so far, There will come a time no matter who you are, When you ask yourself was it right or wrong for me to turn away, But hey, we're just children of tomorrow, hangin' on to yesterday."

Prisoners in Paradise, by Europe

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PAUL

It's Wednesday night. I'm at the casual backyard Christmas party for Jon's store. Strangely, I'm not here as Jon's boyfriend, but rather because my friend, Jackie, works at Jon's store. Jackie insisted I come with him so that he isn't totally alone with his co-workers, joking that I can be his plus-one. I'm not sure if he asked his girlfriend Shannon or not, and if so, why she's not his plus-one. I don't really care to be honest, because if she came, I would have otherwise had to stay away. So at least I'm here by indirect invitation, and no one is the wiser that I am actually Jon's boyfriend.

I feel strange with so many worlds colliding. Jon's Ma and Tim know the score, as does Coach Maynes. Nat is here with Tim, and Chris is here as Bobbie-Sue's plus one. With some people here knowing about Jon and I, we just need to make sure it doesn't get around to my friend Jackie, who thinks I'm straight like him, or to his sister Nat. The other people I don't care about, it's not like I know them.

Anyhow, here I am at the party and it's even more tense for me because Chris is here. While he's actually nice, and I don't feel threatened by him, I don't exactly love the guy either. It seems that everybody knows that Chris is gay; just not that he is Jon's friend and ex-lover. Hence the gay spotlight is on. All the same, thrust into this situation Chris must feel as out of sorts as I do. He's met Tim a couple times, and me once now, but we act like it is our first meeting. Too many worlds are colliding here, all I can do is hope for the best. To keep myself occupied just in case, I brought Cannonball along as my plus-one and do what comes natural to me in a group setting.

As I play with the intro to a song Tim let me in on as one of Jon's favourites, Jackie and Nat are both occupied on their cell phones and a woman that looks unmistakably like Jon comes up to me and laughs. In fact she looks remarkably familiar and then it hits me, the weird lady that asked me about the sweater at work, "Hey, I'm Deanna. Dee for short. I don't see your halo, but I still know you're Paul, not Frank Hannon."

"Yean, I borrowed the name from the guitarist of this song that I'm learning," I offer.

"I sure love me a little Frank Hannon too. Love Song, huh? Moody's got you listening to Tesla already? The boy must really love you to reveal that to you!"

Realizing her relationship to Jon I nod my head and pull a my hand away from one of the double necks to put my finger in front of my lips, to signal it's a secret.

"A left-handed double neck Gibson SG? That has to be a knock-off," She eggs me on, "Probably can't make that beast sing anyway. It takes some good chops to hack it with that one. Can you even play?"

"Sing? I can make this baby cry," I defend.

"Oh yeah? Show me. Make it cry and I'll dish all the dirt you ever want to know on my little bro."

I remember once thinking it was odd that Charlene had referred to her three daughters, assuming that she was including Jon in that. I guess I was wrong; Deanna is Jon's third, and oldest sister. From my lazy position I sit up and sling Cannonball's strap over my neck and shoulder. Once I'm comfortable I start to finger pick the intro to `Stairway to Heaven' on the upper acoustic neck.

Deanna skoffs, "Any tone-deaf beginner can peddle that shit."

I grab a pick from the neck stock and start to play Simon and Garfunfel's `The Boxer'. She nods slight approval.

"Come with me," I signal Deanna and lead her upstairs to Jon's room.

I plug into an amp, flip on the electric neck, and set the dials to one. I start the acoustic intro into Metallica's `Fade to Black' and switch to electric and back as the minute and a half into necessitates. I notice her smile and lips are near identical to Jon's as her eyes take on a distant look. Nailed it, she's a Metal Queen just like Jon!

The setup I have on the electric neck always sounds to me of a progressive rock band called Queensriche, so I switch to the acoustic lead into the bridge of `Silent Lucidity', and then perfectly nail the electric solo I've practiced countless times.

She completely gives up the game and hits me with a warm smile, "Shit, man! Who taught you to play and where did you get a sweet rig like that?"

"I'm self-taught mostly, aside from what I first learned from Daddy and my brothers. I just listen and play. This guy has great tone, and his frets are so smooth. One of my uncles works for Gibson and hand-makes guitars. He custom makes the occasional leftie just for me. Always a faithful replication of a different model, so I have some choice. No branding to get him in trouble though, just his initials. Have a feel of this guy; both fingerboards are sweet actually," I offer, realizing that she does in fact look like an older female version of Jon, and if I were into women, older women, she'd be hot.

Before I even have Cannonball stowed back in his case Deanna suggests that we need to go for a walk. I oblige and we make our way out to the street. Turning right, we start walking towards Freed Park.

"Did you hear the commotion with Moody this weekend?" Says the woman who I didn't fully know existed until she took me by surprise few minutes ago.

"He filled me in Monday," I confirm, keeping out that it took him three days.

She nods her head, "That's just it. You have to understand. He grew up too fast. He always had it in his head that he had to mature before his time, and along the way he never got to go through just being a kid or a teenager. He's always tried to keep his feelings guarded, but he's not so good at it. He's a tightly wound spring. He broods and doesn't let things out, but he never sees how much it shows. That's why we call him Moody. I just wanted to make sure he opens up to you."

"I know. I've seen it for a long time. He has a hard shell, but he's cracked it open for me. Tim a lot more than me so far actually, but he's uncoiled that spring and given me access to the soft marshmallow inside," I relate.

Deanna grabs my hand, "Well, when he commits, he does it with his every fiber. Give him some time. I saw the way he was with that other boy, Daniel. That's nothing to how he is with you. This weekend was a setback and it has Ma worried, but not me. After you came along, I've never seen him so relaxed since before our Dad died. I'd almost swear he's finally at peace with himself."

We've circled the park and are heading back to Jon's house. I don't fully follow what she's saying. I mean I do, but I don't get why we're having this talk. Is it her way of giving her approval? Or is she trying to provide damage control for him? So not following what she is saying, as soon as she stops talking I say, "Sorry?"

"The devil's in the details. Now that he's come to terms with himself it shows. He's finally at peace with his sexuality, and us knowing. He was starting to come around with Daniel, and was even better with that last boy, but he'd still censor himself with us. Like if he was smiling and we'd make eye contact, he'd stop. Tim somehow made him whole. Now, he goes on smiling. He finally doesn't care that other people can see he's happy. And let me tell you, he doesn't even try to censor that he's been on a cloud since you two got together," She explains.

Well he makes me happy too. I have to tell her this, "He makes my heart jump too! I'm thankful every day I revealed my attraction to him."

"Oh my! That was smooth. Rubbing his leg on the zipper at a county fair."

"Smooth," I question, "Nah, definitely not smooth. Bold, brave, daring, reckless, stupid. Trying to get us both killed by doing something so gay in public. Those I'd take. Smooth? I was hardly smooth. Heck, I'd even settle for corny!"

"I'll give you corny, but also romantic. Even if he hadn't had a crush on you, making that move, you'd have stolen his heart," She laughs.

I can't help but laugh too, but I defend my position, "I know. And very spur of the moment. The day was over, and I had to know. So if there was a chance, I had to throw all caution to the wind. I'm so happy he figured out my obscure first move."

"Well he never told me any of that story directly. I got some of it from Tim and most of it from Candace. Next to Tim, she's his other confident by the way. Things he won't tell Tim, like the apparent prize between your legs, he'll tell her. There may be another sister between those two, but they are like one person at times, more than either would admit. Anyway, he told her it was electric. When you touched him, his heart fluttered. When you two made that knowing eye contact, he told her his breath caught with excitement for so long he almost fainted. So yeah, I think he figured out your move."

I can agree with his assessment, "It was definitely a charged moment. I've had a plan I've lived by for years. But I threw it all away on that ride just for the hope that he might be my future. And he is. I've never felt love this strongly since I first held Belinda. Instead of derailing my plan, he's picked it up and we're going to make it happen. Together."

Turning into the driveway she puts a hand on my shoulder, "Paul, I know he doesn't give his heart freely, but when he does, he hands it all over. I've talked with Tim about this. You and Tim, you two have his whole heart. I'm happy it's safe in your hands."

After the pizza is all gone and a secret-Santa exchange has concluded, most of the staff I don't recognize disperse. Nat and Jackie get into a discussion with Chris and Bobbie-Sue as they prepare to leave, so I get a few minutes with just Tim and my friend Wayne who showed up when I was on my walk with Deanna. Tim and Wayne have been catching up after years of letting a friendship whither. Wayne it appears is getting ready to cut out also.

Since Neil and Tim's fight, Jackie, Wayne and I have actually started hanging out with Jon and Tim publicly. Jon doesn't know yet that I'm also getting Tim a job with me at Walmart, to repay him for the kindness and friendship he's extended to me on Jon's behalf. He says he needs to cough up some money to cover his long distance calls. Not that Tim should be overly thankful to me for helping him get a Saturday and Sunday morning buggy pushing job anyway, but it's the thought that counts, and it hasn't gone unnoticed or thankless from him. Plus, as far as things go with Jackie and Wayne, going over to see Tim now is at least 95 % of the time a cover for actually seeing Jon, so it's like further payment in advance.

Down the road I'll also make a point of visiting Tim on days when Jackie is working with Jon, partly so that it really appears that it is singularly Tim that I am visiting with all of the time, and partly because we are again becoming good friends on our own.

As the night goes on we light a small fire in the fire pit Coach Maynes created in Jon's back yard. At Nat and Jackie's insistence I go to my car and pull out my black acoustic, Baroness, from the trunk. For the record, she was my brother J's attempt at being ambidextrous in more than baseball, and he named her after the character from the old G.I. Joe cartoons. I think Baroness and Destro were an evil couple on that show or something.

Nat and Jackie are disappointed in this as they actually figured I'd have my mainstay acoustic, Windy, in the trunk. Windy and Baroness have way different tones, and if either of them were southpaws, Nat or Jackie would always be borrowing Windy. I probably could have run up to Jon's room and grabbed her with no one being the wiser, but thought better of it just in case. I don't dare let them know that I actually have Windy here in Jon's closet for the obvious reasons of not getting found out.

With Baroness, I play a few of the songs from the set my Dad and I play, the same set that we did at the Thanksgiving Festival at Moody Park when Jon and I hooked up. Windy has a warn tone, Baroness has a more sharp tone because I use nylon strings on Windy and James had steel strings on Baroness. The songs have a different quality as a result, so I switch away from folk music to more modern songs.

I again try out the acoustic intro to Love Song by Tesla. I only have about half of it worked out so far with Jackie's help, so I use it to lead into White Lion's When the Children Cry. Another favourite of Jon's that Tim filled me in on. The obvious elation in Jon's eyes that I'm working on that song makes me so giddy that I almost can't sing.

At everyone's insistence I switch to more current stuff. Jackie slips away and returns with his maple-top Gibson, so we play and acoustic version of Red Hot Chilli Peppers' Californication, then Nat borrows Baroness and flips her upside down to attempt American Pie, which Madonna recently covered. While Nat is playing I sneak do upstairs and bring Windy outside with me. Jackie and I play a few Hollies songs we've worked on for a school contest with Wayne as our drummer and a guy we know named Juan on bass. Jackie and I make our way through The Air That I Breathe, Bus Stop, and He Ain't Heavy He's My Brother.

The night flies by and almost all the staff from Jon's store are long gone. After I finish Def Leppard's `From The Inside' everyone else takes the cue to leave. I tell Jackie that I am going to stay and smoke one with Jon before I go. He doesn't do drugs, nor do I or anyone else on the baseball team for that matter. I lie because it's my only excuse to stay behind without him or Nat staying too.

Jackie pulls me aside and we head to the road out front and stand by his car, "Did Jon tell you about our talk last night?"

Yes he did. But do I let that on to Jackie? As I act cool and try to decide how to respond, Jackie lets go, "Paul, drop the act for me. You're giving me the slip again to be with your boyfriend. That's cool. I just want you to know that Nat and I are there for you bud, and we're not going to out you. Same goes for Wayne. We know where you're head's at and we're on your side."

"Kay," I say, as Jon would. I don't know what else to say.

"See, that was easy," he smiles, "Now, are you going to be at your parents when we visit Christmas Day or should I give you your gift now?"

I sigh, "Nah, I'll be there. One last Christmas with the 'rents, Jackie-boy. Next year I'll be somewhere where my kind is accepted, or at least physically expressing my sexuality isn't illegal, so I don't have to fear my parents turning me in for it."

Jackie nods, "That's a stupid fucking law anyway man, made up by repressed homosexuals that break it all the time with dudes that they pay off or blackmail, or by secretly sodomizing their wives and call-girls while they fantasize about the hot guy they saw earlier in the day."

"Probably," I distantly agree. I know sodomy is the right term for it, but I'd prefer Jackie understood that it's not cold and cruel like the word sounds, it's just as intimate love-making as vaginal intercourse with a girl. At least I intend for it to be, and Jon sure gives me that impression.

A long pause lets Jackie knows I'm shying away from the subject. He wraps an arm around my shoulders and playfully swats at my crotch, "At least when you see a hot ass on a guy, you admit you want to tap it. Although Jon still has a boney little no-ass. He needs to work out some more and give you some cushioning so you don't always have bruised hips. Unless you're the one bending over and spreading them for him. That's cool too, by the way."

"I want to do both with him, I think," I blurt out for some bizarre reason, "If practice tells me anything."

Jackie smiles and laughs, "Dude! P-Man, it's oaky to say! Hell, I can bone up just thinking about my doctor's finger. To be able to give and get the real thing where you're not worried about being harassed or punished by the law for it, or just for whom you love? I get why you're leaving. Farrows mentioned Canada?"

I fill him in, "Yeah. We're looking into Vancouver. I'd like to try Toronto really. I hear it's really liberal there, but Vancouver is the school that is recruiting kids from around here. And just for the record, I haven't broken that law yet. Not that I don't plan on it!"

"You'll have to tell me when you do. Just don't feel the need to share with the whole world when you do, and no one can charge you," Jackie advises, "Anyway, I pulled you aside for something else. You know how my uncle always gives me spring break tickets to the Dallas Stars when I see him for Christmas? This year Jeff won't be going with us, so we can have the extra ticket if we want."

"Why isn't your cousin coming?"

"Rather than the army, he signed on for missionary work in Haiti."

Wow, that's a 180."

"I know, eh? Tell me about it! So anyway, instead of Wayne, you, and I making the road trip this time, how would you feel if I took you, your boyfriend, and his boyfriend?"

"Matthews is actually straight, you know he wanted Nat badly," I start.

Jackie fakes a maniacal laugh, "That's exactly why I told her he was gay. Nothing personal, but I still know him too well to let him have her. P-man, we all grew up together. That would be like you letting him diddle your little brother James."

Ha, my little brother is hardly little anymore, "Little? Man, when's the last time you came over?"

He reminds me, "It was B.B. Remember? Your mother threw a fit saying that my parents' democratic ways must have been what influenced you to knock up Stacey? I can still feel the hair on the back of my neck rise when I think about it. With aim like that, she should have been a pitcher! I've never seen a bible fly as fast as it did from her hand to my head!"

B.B. stands for Before Belinda. It's a term Wayne and Jackie use, "Oh right. She was throwing those at everyone for a while! Sorry."

"Hey, it's her immortal soul that she tarnishing by being the way she is, not mine. So, Dallas?"

"Thanks for thinking of me. As far as Jon and Tim go, I like the idea. It's too bad Jeff won't be there this year. Not that I feel sorry for him, since the Stars moved to Dallas he's had 40 chances a year to grab you're Uncle's season tickets anyhow. Nah, this'll be cool, Tim and Jon play NHL 01 on playstation, and Jon knows a surprising amount about the Stars. He hopped on their bandwagon when they won the cup."

"Cool, cool. Well, ask them. The game Uncle Bill's giving me is March tenth, so see what they say. I'm only putting up the cash for one room though, so you and Jon will have to abide the law while we're in Big D. 'Specially if I'm sharing a bed or the floor with Matthews. I don't want him getting any ideas. No way, no how, am I standing in as my twin sister for him. He can just keep it in his pants."

"Speaking of standing in, Wayne said something about playing for you next week?"

"Oh shit, yeah! P-Man, we have this tournament. Coach said it's cool if I miss it seeing as I have no choice, but I can't let the guys down. If any of us can't make it, you know, work, vacation, whatever, it's an unspoken expectation that we get someone to fill in for us, so that the team doesn't have to forfeit for too few players. I'm going to play our first game 'cause we don't leave until the next day, but I have to work that night, so you'll have to grab my jersey and socks off me that afternoon for the late game. Don't make me look too good. After not scoring all that many goals in the last two years, it won't look right if I go out and get a hat trick. You still have everything, or should I just lend you my whole bag?"

"Don't know. I think I still gots all my stuff. As long as it fits and the warden didn't throw it out on me. Besides wearing yours would be gay. I'll leave it to Wayne and you to swap sweat-soaked gear."

"Har, har, har. Hunter you homo, you only get away with calling me gay this one time cause you just came out. Seriously, have a blast. Too bad you can't play anymore. Wayne's alright, but I haven't scored much since you stopped setting me up with sweet passes. Not that you were all that good. I mean, I did do all the work."

"Coulda, shoulda, woulda. What can I do? Don't worry, I seriously doubt I could make you look good now if I tried. You were only good because we were linemates for what, 11 years? I carried you! I definitely do miss it. Just make sure you wash your shit for me. After two years I may stink out on the ice, but I don't need to do it stinking like you."

"No time dude, I play at two, work at four. You'll just have to deal with it. Thought you weren't borrowing my stuff?"

"I'll grab it all off of you just in case, but I definitely at least need your team socks and jersey if I'm gonna pretend to be you."

We shoot the breeze for a few minutes before we see that Nat is coming out front, saying her final goodbyes to Jon and Tim, so Jackie and I say our goodbye too. I have an uneasy feeling in my stomach. I guess it will take time to see where our friendship goes now. If I had made the joke about him and Wayne an hour ago he would have laughed and said something to top me, but with the change is situation he didn't touch it with a 10 foot pole. I wonder how long before he's on the phone telling Wayne everything.

With everyone finally gone, Jon's Ma brings a wide-awake Belinda outside. The foreign lady that lives next door to Jon helped sitting her for me through the evening. As soon as I have Belinda, Deanna falls in right next to me and gets down to business where we left off while we went for a walk. As I try to rock Belinda to sleep, we have a good discussion about who I am and what my plans are while everyone else cleans up the mess after the party. I don't hide any truth from her, even when she asks if I've slept with Jon. I tell her honestly that tonight will be the third time sharing bed, and that we haven't `slept' together yet.

It's nearing eleven when we the party is cleaned up. It's been a long day and Belinda is restless. I need to get her on a proper sleep routine already. Rocking her has had no effect. Singing to her and playing music always seems to put her to sleep, so that's what I do.

I've already put Windy and Cannonball away back in Jon's room so I grab Baroness from her case as she hadn't yet made it back into my car. I play the Rolling Stone's Angie'. It's strange, I hardly know Jon's family, but I feel more comfortable with his make-shift family than I do with my own family. Tim, Deanna and her fiance Scott, Coach Maynes, Jon, and his mother Charlene are gathered around the fire pit now. Using the Rolling Stones connection I play a song called The Messenger'. The song I play is a cover the Tea Party did on their `best of' CD, which also has a cover of the Stones' Paint It Black.

Charlene and Coach turn in and I figure it is a good time to end the night so that I can put Belinda to bed. Tim will be sleeping on the couch so that Deanna and Scott can use his bed, and thus both have somewhere to sleep. He whispers to me that if things end up going bump in the night to keep it quiet; the wall between us and Jon's sister is quite thin. I think it also has something to do with the fact that he'll be almost directly below us. I tell him I would never do anything with Belinda in the same room anyways!

Changed and in the crib, I have to soothe Belinda to sleep again, this time playing one of my all-time favourite songs, `Time', by the Alan Parson's Project. I don't know why, but I have early memories that I can't even place of that song, and that song along with Woman by John Lennon always bring on a sense of deja vu.

With Belinda as an excuse, I have the security of not having to be sexual tonight. A part of my mind has been operating beyond overload ever since Jackie left, worrying about how it will change us. Another part of my mind has been screaming to get the night over and get my boyfriend naked in bed! I have so much desire inside, and so many pent up hormones raging inside me, but I also am quite unsure of myself when it comes to sex with Jon. I am still somewhat a virgin with guys. Stating the obvious, aside from what Jon and I have done so far, I have no experience at all.

I worry a ton about being inadequate, or unable to perform. We fooled around with Belinda in the room a couple nights ago so Jon sees clear through the veiled deception, but thankfully he understands fully that nothing is going to happen tonight. Soon, but not tonight.

Instead tonight I will again get to share his embrace and fall asleep in his arms with a smile on my face and wake with him under the same covers. Everyone in the house is being extremely non-confrontational about us sleeping together, if not downright supportive. As I strip down to boxer briefs I borrowed from him, and Jon's khakis fall off him to reveal another sexy little thong of his, I can only think that in my house Daddy wound be driving me to reform church with the barrel of his shotgun locked on me if we were to try this there, or if I were to even own a thong underwear.

Under the sheet we start to quietly make out. One thing leads to another and before I know it we are both petting each other. I have my one hand deep under the waistband of the thong he is wearing, cupping his shaved balls, and the other playing with the material that joins near the top of his crevice. He is slowly jacking me. This is not at all what I had planned.

I'm faced with a dilemma. I honestly don't want to do anything with Belinda in the room, sleeping or not. I know she's only a year old and not going to comprehend what we're doing. I also know that at some point in the future, if Jon and I are going to live together is the same room during university, that we are going to be having quiet sex while she's sleeping. I use that justification to let things continue. We're not going all the way tonight, but I like the gentle firmness of his hand and its attention to me.

Before I'd like, I am almost there, ready to blow. I stop his hand. He slides down my body, tickling me with his tongue from my chest on down until I feel his mouth envelop me. He's hooked the waistband under my balls and expertly gives me head. His knee is near my elbow, I twist carefully so as not to make any noise, but so that I can 69 him. It's a moment of truth as I hesitate after freeing his erection, and then part my lips with the head of his tool. He flexes his stomach and adjusts his balance, never taking his attention from my nearing ejaculation.

I have his penis in my mouth and am trying to give my second blow job. It's quite a turn on. I actually have him in my mouth and I quite like the feeling. I rhythmically start to bob up and down an inch or two of him. I flick my tongue along the underside, trying to create the stimulus that I personally enjoy. We are barely into the dual action and I am about to let loose already. I put my hand on his shoulder to pull him off, so that I can finish myself off. He slides my hand off his shoulder. One hand is around the base of my dick, jacking me while his mouth works my entire length. The hand that brushed mine away slides through my crotch and I feel a finger at my back door just like two nights ago. The very contact to that sensitive area has my back arching, my hips thrusting upward and my seed spilling into his throat.

He cleans me good with his mouth and wipes his residual saliva off with the pouch of his thong. As I enjoy the afterglow he pulls his borrowed boxer-briefs down and off my legs, and brings them to his face before he starts jerking himself. Shortly thereafter he wraps his penis with the silky pouch of his thong, and masturbates with it. For the last few strokes he stops huffing the boxer briefs I'd worn all day and uses them as a cum rag. With a devilish grin he tosses them across the room, followed by the messed thong which he also launches. He seems to love forcing me to leave my underwear here for him to wash. Tim gave me the heads up that it's a fetish of Jon's. I sort of like it too in some perverted way. It's rather harmless as far as proclivities go. I drift off to sleep with him behind me, his arm around me and his penis nestled between my thighs.

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JON

Thursday morning I get up early to take Tim to the airport and send him off to New Orleans. Before I hop out of bed, I try to process the last three nights. I platonically spooned with Tim two nights ago, but did have my erection between his thighs and pushing at his clothed opening. In contrast, I had sex and slept with Paul the nights before and after. It's messed up beyond my comprehension so I push it to the back of my mind, just hoping against hope that the night with Tim wasn't in fact a parting gift, contrary to his professions otherwise.

I bite my lip all the way to the airport and try not to get emotional. After we've dropped Tim off, Paul heads home and then to work. On more than one occasion he makes sure I am aware that he has appropriated a fresh thong from my underwear drawer and is proudly wearing it to work today. I too work through the day. Once all the night staff are on and things are running smoothly, I leave for home.

Tania is having a party and Tim and I were both invited. Obviously Tim isn't going, but he did instruct me not to let his fight with Neil stop me from going. Likewise Paul, along with Wayne, Jackie, and the rest of the varsity baseball team has been invited. With Jackie working, Paul and I figure to avoid rumours we shouldn't show up together, so we play it smart and arrive separately. I'm already there, exchanging gifts with Neil and Tania when Paul arrives with Drew Butler. With all that's gone on lately among my friends I have yet to tell Neil and Tania about me and Paul. Neil has thought it for a lot longer than Paul and I have actually been together, so at least with Paul arriving with Drew, Neil can't draw the conclusion that he would love to; that Paul and I are obviously having sex.

Paul spends time with his friends from the baseball team at first, before peeling away from them to sit with me and a few others who are playing beer pong. He's only had a cherry coke to drink all night. When he moves on again after a few games, I try to follow him but he's leaving early to get back home and take Belinda off of his brother, who also has a party to get to. As soon as she sees the opportunity, Stacey Smith moves in. She dangles mistletoe over me, "There you go Natalie, Merry Christmas from me! Now he finally has to kiss you!"

I kiss Nat quickly to keep up appearances, and she seems startled. Way to play along Nat!

Aside from that, Neil corners me, "Hey man, how pissed is Tim at me."

"Pretty pissed."

"Do you think it'll pass? He's never been this way before, do you think there's still a friendship there to try and save?"

"Yeah, otherwise it wouldn't bother either of you guys. Just tone it down with Tania. For real. You guys always fight and make-up and it's too much drama."

"So like, keep things with Tania on the down-low, like you do with that boy of yours?"

"I don't know what you're talking about, 'kay. Which boy would that be?"

"The one that left here a little while back. The one you've been in love with for a while. The one that's complicated, and has a kid."

"Oh that one."

"Yeah, that one. I'm not stupid you know."

"Never said you were. I figured you knew. And uh, yeah. If you kept things a little closer to the vest, like I do, Tim and I really miss you."

"I miss you too buddy. Merry Christmas, and if you talk with Tim over the holidays, tell him Tania and I wish him a merry Christmas too."

My idea was to wait an hour after Paul before leaving to keep up appearances, as Paul and I both leaving at 10:00 would cause suspicion. When some of the guys from the football team arrive there is no commotion. The guys know that I live with Larry now, who happens to be their head coach. And yet, even that doesn't seem to matter. Aside from a `hey' here or there with the guys I know well, they don't really pay me any attention at all. There's no tension between the teams either. One way or another, everyone at the party are all pretty much friends. Still, you can call me chicken-shit, I don't care, but with Nat in tow less than ten minutes after the football guys arrive, I duck out as soon as we can find my shoes and hoodie, and her shoes and coat.

It looks like we're not the only ones with avoiding trouble on the brain. As Nat heads across the street to her house which is just down the block, I get flagged down by Mickey, "Yo Farrows. Over here. I'll give you ride."

I keep on walking, "No thanks Mickey. No offence but I don't even know you really. The sooner I'm outta here the better."

He catches up and stops me, "Farrows, buddy, you're getting in the car and I'm not taking no for an answer. I remember the Rice incident here all too well. I don't want your death on my conscience if anyone were out here waiting for you. Plus, Matthews would kick my ass if I ever let you get fucked up."

I accept his offer. It's really only a few blocks to my place, so we don't even talk on the way over.

When Mickey drops me off, Paul's car is already on the street in front of my house. He jokes, "Look, there's Paul. You two screwing or something?"

I can feel an instant flow of blood to my neck and cheeks. Maybe it's too dark for him to see me blush? My voice cracks as I say, "Yeah, whatever. Tim, Paul and I, all the time. Want to make it a foursome? Oh wait, I'll just spread the rumour that tonight I took your virginity in the back seat of your, your? What kind of car is this anyway? That's the story I'm telling anyhow."

Mickey pauses for too long, working out my sarcasm, "Ooooh! So you guys aren't together? So you're what, just friends then? I guess it's gotta annoy you guys, that just because you're both gay, that people assume you're together."

Getting out of the car I sacrifice myself in order to defend Paul, "Look Mickey. It's not like that 'kay? Paul isn't gay. He just crashes with us or Jackie a lot lately because his parents rip into him whenever they see him."

"Whoa there Farrows. C'mon. I was just kidding. You, we all kinda figured anyway. I know Tim enough to know all too well which girl he's after, and no, I can't tell you if you don't know. You don't have to cover for Paul though. Last year the whole team basically knew about him being bisexual or a closet gay. I think the only ones on the whole baseball team with a problem with him are Neil and Wayne, and neither say anything really. Hell, as long as Paul denies it, Wayne's fine with believing him. Shit, Jackie and Wayne are Paul's wingmen, and Neil just wanted you two to get together. Believe it or not, most of us are not like that Michael Edwards asshole."

"You're wrong about Paul," I interject.

Mickey answers my earlier sarcasm with his own, "Yeah, sure! You're more than a little obvious in the weight room, and too uptight in the change room. Just like Paul has always been. If anything, you gave him away. Anyhow, Ray and I know about you, and that's the bottom line, 'cause Stone Cold said so! If it bothered either of us, we wouldn't let Tim bring you by every day at lunch to work out, or let him drag you along to play pick-up ball with us. So it's no big deal to me if you and Hunter are bed buddies."

"Fine. Good. You know what Mickey? Fuck-it, 'kay? I don't really care what anyone thinks anymore to tell you the truth. We're not as deaf as we pretend. I do in fact hear people call me Faggot Farrows behind my back at school. And Paul knows that more than a few of you guys called him Homo Hunter when he supposedly got caught checking out Andy's goods."

"A bunch of u saw it, it happened," Mickey matter-of-factly offers.

"Whatever. You know, lucky for you all, we have such easy names to manipulate. What ever would you guys do if Paul's or my last name was Smith? But still. Paul and I? We're actually in love Mickey. Real honest-to-God love. Now that you know for sure, if you tell the wrong person, we'll be as good as dead. The call's yours. If you and Ray really are cool with it, just leave us to our secret lives, and keep our deaths off your conscience like you said earlier."

As I get out of his car he's too flip in his answer, "Whatever. Let me talk to him for a minute."

Paul can see the shit-eating grin on Mickey's face as I bring Mickey into the house, "What's going on?"

I gulp, "Well, Babe, Mickey just found out about us. For sure."

"Is that so?" He nervously asks.

I just don't trust the smile on his face as Mickey placates us, "Yeah, no worries Paulie, it's all good. It's not like either of you are a surprise. Farrows here has undressed you with his eyes while Matthews makes him pump iron with us since September, but says he doesn't know me well enough. Paul, you and I? We know each other well, so I wanted to say this to you."

Paul's back is up, just like mine. His voice is icy cold and yet unbelievably calm, "What's that?"

Mickey pulls Paul into a half hug, "I'm not going to go screaming to the whole world about you guys if that's what you're worried about. Just because Jackie, Wayne, and Tim said no, didn't make me stop thinking you two were doing it. We were good before any of it, we're still good now, and we're gonna be just fine. Both of you guys, I'm not out to get you."

"Thanks," is all Paul can muster.

Mickey cocks his hand at me like a gun, "You two have a Merry Christmas, and I better see ya'll in the weight room first day back like usual Jon. In order to have your back, you have to be there in the first place. We good?"

Paul says what my frozen mouth can't, "Look Mickey. It's not all good. O.K. We seriously don't want the word spreading. I'm begging you not to tell anyone, please."

"Nuh-uh. How could I have gay friends if I went and outed ya'll. That wouldn't be being a friend. And you guys really are together and in love. This is so cool," Mickey says as he heads back to his car.

"Until the novelty wears off," I say under my breath as he starts his car and I close the front door.

Paul and I make out at the front door for a moment until Larry interrupts us.

"So, what's tonight's story?" Larry asks with his steel gaze that I haven't seen since I was just another kid loitering in his halls at school or slouching in his gym class.

"Can Paul stay?" I ask.

I can see the cracks in Larry's facade that most kids at school can't thanks to having him live with us. He knows this too and drops the big bad wolf act, "It's your house, not mine, even if your Ma's gone to Austin and technically left me in charge of you tonight. This is the third night this week however. I don't think she'll be happy but you've already decided, and I'm not going to veto that."

"Uh, thanks, I guess." I shrug my shoulders and shoot a look at Paul.

Larry suggests a seat, "Having said that, Paul, you need somewhere stable. I still want you to move into my house, or at least start using it as your safe house when the shit hits the fan at home. Charlene agreed to let Tim live here because Jon was depressed, and she thought that Tim would be a good thing. You on the other hand are sleeping with her son. She only lets you stay over because she'd prefer you two be comfortable in one of your own homes rather than getting arrested in some public place. But you boys shouldn't abuse it."

I gasp, "Larry, we haven't even gone there yet."

Getting up from the table he claps one of his behemoth hands on my shoulder, "Well, when you do, just don't let your mother hear you or catch you. Not like the other night. Ignorance truly is bliss. Seriously Paul, if you can't stay at home then stay at my house. I'll get you a key tomorrow."

Up in my room Paul pulls out a candle, "I found out you love vanilla. This one's buttercream-vanilla."

With the candle lit we undress and slip into bed, me in my boxer briefs and Paul in the thong he absconded from me. We tangle our bodies and make out for a bit, lose the underwear and snuggle until I fall asleep.

In the morning I have to race to work for 9:00. Paul on the other hand doesn't have to start work until noon, although he is already up with Belinda. After dropping Belinda at a sitter's he stops in and visits me at work, showing me the key to Larry's house that Larry had promised. I get busy with a customer so he waves good bye and heads to his 12 to 6 shift at Walmart.

After work Chris stops by for a half an hour and we exchange gifts. He knows I'm far from Ritchie Rich, and I actually think he likes the hoop earrings I got him. He got me a copy of Guns N Roses Use Your Illusion I signed by all 5 band members that played on it except for Izzy, but Gilby's signature is there instead. Pretty damn thoughtful of him!

Christmas Eve is pretty fun. Larry and his son Dave were putting together a crib for Paul over at Larry's during the afternoon, and after Chris leaves, Ma tells me we're going over to Larry's. Scott and Deanna arrived back in Houston with Ma earlier in the day and spent the day visiting friends, so when they finally get home, Deanna comes upstairs to find me. She walks in on me in Tim's room. I am staring at the poster he loves, deciding just where to sign it. Dee offers her input. After I've signed, it I tell her what Tim said about it. I can see the gears working in her head. She tells Scott to take Ma over to Larry's and we'll join them shortly. On the way over Dee has me swing by the mall.

At first I think she wants to give here two cents worth in the empty parking lot towards my driver's education, or lack thereof. Instead she has me stop by a delivery door and gets out, motioning for me to come with her. She lets us into a back hallway of the mall and stops to page the security office. I've been in the back hall of the store before, but I never really travelled through the guts of the mall. We weave up and down and around, left and right, and end up behind our store.

For fire safety reasons we are supposed to keep the hallway clear. Around Christmas, with so much extra stock most stores end up leaving crap in the hallways like excess shelving, carts, racks and the like. We are no different, I moved a lot of ad holders out into the hallway from the store room area and this is what interests Dee. She picks out the best 3x5 poster holder and tells me to take it while she pops into the store. On the way back to the van a security guy I know (and check out all the time in the mall) runs into us. He makes sure we are in fact not stealing anything and Dee flashes him a copy of the recent Almost Famous that she took form the store. He walks us all the way back to the van and we exchange Christmas pleasantries. With the frame in the van, Dee lets me drive over to Larry's.

Around 10:30 we hear a key in the door. Paul comes in, apologizing profusely for crashing. He assumed Dave would be over at his mother's, and we all would be over at my place. The movie is almost over and it looks like I'm going to miss the end for the second time, but I really don't mind helping get Paul's stuff while he settles Belinda in. Before we get much inside, Larry stops us and tells us to sit down and watch the rest of the paused movie. He says that my Ma spent all afternoon washing sheets and setting the house up, so we're just going to have to go with it. We're not going to let Paul be alone on Christmas Eve, and everyone knows I'll want to stay here with Paul and Belinda instead of going home tonight, so once the movie is over we'll lock up and all head over to my house. Ma just nods her head in agreement.

While everyone watches the end of the movie in the family room, in the kitchen Paul fills me in on the big fight with his mother. She actually threw him out on Christmas Eve! After the movie finishes we all tidy up and head to my place.

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PAUL

I can't believe my mother. It's been really building ever since I started dating Jon. The more nights that I spend over at his place or at Jackie's, the more the bitch likes it and pushes me out even harder. I thought a mother's love was supposed to be unconditional. Like you see the mothers of mass murders; crying when their sons are put to death. They didn't know the monster; they only knew their son, their flesh and blood. Well my mama would like to sever any notion that I am her flesh and blood because I shamed her by being a teenage father. If I didn't want to cry so badly right now I'd contemplate getting even with her by telling her that not only have I disgraced her that way, but that I quite happily am a homosexual too. Nothing more could hurt her inside than that. It would be like stabbing her to death every day for the rest of her life. But somehow I still love her enough to spare her that pain and just quietly get myself out of her angry presence.

My car is totally packed. With Jackie's hockey bag in the trunk with Belinda's crib/stroller, my back seat is occupied by my hockey bag, a couple sticks, and two bags for Belinda filled with food and clothes and change supplies. Sooner than later I better have another bag with some of my clothes ready for nights like tonight. Jackie and Jon only have so much clothes that they will want to share before I get on their nerves. I never even got a chance to grab my presents for everyone, so that will necessitate a trip home tomorrow.

After only one block he can't help but mention, "It smells like something died in here."

"Have you ever played hockey?" I ask, knowing the answer.

"No, why?"

"Cause that's the intoxicating smell of a hockey locker room."

"Kay," He says, letting it slide.

I know he doesn't follow me, "That's my hockey bag in the back. I played a game for Jackie tonight and haven't had a chance to air it out. Wayne's bag is in the trunk and it smells way worse 'cause he still plays regularly."

Jon's sounds almost excited before trying to cover it up, "So that's your sweaty gear? I thought you weren't playing until after Christmas."

"Yeah, sorta. Wayne's going to miss the rest of the whole tournament, so the one game he could make tonight, he played as Jackie. My schedules all work, so I'm playing the whole tournament as Wayne," I explain.

He's quick to deduce the reality of my situation, "Is that what your fight with your Mom was really over?"

"Yeah, partly. Stupid cow doesn't want me to be able to do anything remotely fun anymore."

"Sorry Babes. Why can't she see how wonderful you are?"

"It's ok Hun. Tonight wasn't just about me blowing them off to play hockey. I was home and had more than enough time to clean up and have Belinda ready to go to midnight mass. But that just set her off even more. Tonight was about the disappointment I see in her eyes when she even looks me in the eyes. Which she hardly does anymore. She avoids it. She just really hates the shame I brought her and can't get over her disappointment in me. I couldn't take it Jon. I just can't take it anymore."

He can see I'm fighting to keep from crying so he lightens the mood, "Well fuck her. You're right, the smell is intoxicating. I thought you smelled kinda funky too earlier, but I didn't want to say anything. Rather than hate you for sweating it up on the ice, I on the other hand appreciate your sexy, manly smell. The only downside of it was trying to figure out how I was going to keep from jumping your bones in front of my whole family back there. Clearly you didn't have a gay shower scene after the game. Not that it was intentional, but I'm happy you saved your sweaty scent for me. Poor Queen B though, having to breathe next to her daddy's stinky hockey gear back there."

"Poor you when I lay it out all over your floor to dry too."

"Nuh uh, that's all good. Poor you when I rape you because the smell of your equipment, and the image in my head of you in it has given me a raging hard on."

"You didn't even ask how I did?"

"How'd you do?"

"I could hardly keep from falling the first shift, but I scored a goal in the second period and we won."

"Can I watch you play? My former next door neighbor, slash former best friend, Phil, and I used to always go to Houston Aeros games with his Dad, and sometimes Michael Edwards, who is Phil's cousin. I can give Belinda the play by play as her sexy daddy rubs up against other guys and gets me all hot and bothered!"

"We don't rub up against each other. The straight boys don't like that. We hit each other. And the gay boys probably try to cop the occasional feel. Totally accidental of course."

"Same difference. You guys press your bodies together, pat each other's padded butts, and hug and whatnot in sexy gear and then you all strip down naked and shower together. That's the one sport I wish I could play."

When we get to Jon's house he unpacks the car while I hop in the shower, and surprises me by joining me for a brief minute under the water, but aside from a quick make-out we keep it to just showering.

Scott and Dee used to sleep in the converted dining room, but Jon's Ma and Larry use that now, so they were supposed to crash in Jon's room instead. Jon was going to use Tim's bed. Now with me staying over, Scott and Dee are in Tim's room again just like the night of the Christmas party, because Belinda's crib is at the foot of Jon's bed. Larry's son Dave is set up on the couch. Poor Bandit has to sleep on the floor. By the time I am out of the shower Jon has dressed and Dee is watching Belinda while Scott and Larry have the poster Jon doctored up in a frame and are mounting it on the wall in Tim's room. I agree with Jon, I just know Tim's going to love it.

Just before Midnight Candace calls. She's docked in Rio de Janeiro and still working so can't talk long. Charlene, Dee, and Jon talk with her for less than 5 minutes when she has to go. She wishes all the rest of us a Merry Christmas. At midnight we all toast each other with spiced rum and eggnog and head off to bed.

I sure was right. My equipment has stunk up Jon's room. He jokes that it smells uncontrollably like a sexy guy he sleeps with, and he finds it beyond erotic. I can see him scan over all my equipment and try to figure out what the hell it all is. Apologetically he points out that he got the fetish from Daniel's football gear, but with that he could easily figure out what was what. He asks me to show him things like how my elbow pads work, and then laughs at me as that was just a diversion, so that he can slip his Calvin's off and try on my black pants. They are still wet and somewhat cold but I push Jon onto the bed with them on. Damn, my boy is sexy in them! He slides around in the slippery lining as I work on the lace up front, cinching them as tight to his waist as they'll go. With my elbow pads still on, I lift his legs on my shoulders, then lean in and we make out. As I grind against his hips, he wrap his legs around me.

I find the whole moment extremely erotic too. I smile as I stop and take in my boyfriend. He' looking me back in the eyes. I could lose myself alone in those pools of amber-brown. He has such a cute smile beaming from his gorgeous face. I want to run my fingers all over his tanned and lean upper body with his slight, developing pecks. His breath seems to have caught as I look further down his hairless front. He doesn't have bulging abs, but he does have definition when he holds his stomach tight. And I gotta say, seeing his slender torso disappear into my Mission hockey pants, his crotch wide open to me and his erection noticeable in the unpadded material in the centre does elicit a animalistic desire in me. His sexy legs wrapped around my hips, squeezing me on purpose, are also driving me insane as we stare into each other's eyes with lust and passion. Amid our desire, we both realize the nylon of the pants is making a little too much noise so we stop. I pull the pants down until his knees are trapped and he can't move. I've clued in a little that he likes to be dominated, at least I think so. The thought of finally connecting our bodies and souls together is too strong to deny tonight.

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JON

I should probably feel bad that I am leaving a trail of pre-cum in Paul's pants as he slides them down, but I feel so sexy in them I can't help it. I mean they're just hockey pants that he wears, but the feel fucking amazing actually, and what's more is the desire I see them burn into Paul's eyes. I can clearly see that this is really turning him on, and that is what is making me feel sexy. Daniel gave me a gear fetish and now I'm giving it to Paul. He leans down to give me head and I warn him that I'll last one second. He nods his understanding and then takes me into his mouth. I feel like a twelve year old with no control all over again as it can't be even a full minute before I am raising my hips, letting him know I'm gonna blow. Having my legs constricted with my knees still trapped in his pants just adds to it. He lets me release in his mouth and swallows some. Then he straddles me and feeds some to me through a kiss. We playfully share it back and forth from tongue to tongue until it's gone.

I quite like the taste of my personal brand of cum, and the taste of Tim's certainly is not disagreeable to me either. But Paul is a whole other story. Maybe it is my mind just telling me I love the taste of his seed because I love him, kind of like transference, and it's nature and sexual urges that trick me to think the taste is awesome. I don't know whether it's mind over matter or not but I don't give a care, I really love his penis in my mouth and the dessert that comes out of it tastes like coconut pie to me. I'll suck his nuts dry any and every chance I get.

I pull the pants back up and sit up, urging him to make love to my mouth. Caressing the plastic thigh pads where they meet in my crotch, he doesn't last much longer than I did. Maybe a minute later he is unloading his love in my hungry mouth. After he removes the elbow pads and then takes his contacts out and turns off the light I snuggle with him, still wearing the hockey pants. He suggests if I want to sleep in them they're too noisy and I should put his hockey underwear on instead. I jump at the idea, so he hands me a grey mesh pair of shorts with his jockstrap sewn inside them and velvro tabs on the front and back of the legs. I slide the pants off and step into his jock, tying the lace to make it tight. It too is still damp from him, and by the time I have it on the cup is tented because I am beyond excited to wear his holy grail. He spoons me with his erection between my legs. We fall asleep that way.

Sometime in the middle of the night Paul undoes the lace and starts to pull the jock shorts down my legs. I stop him, pull the shorts back up and retie the waist, getting hard again in the process. He knows of my excitement too because he is massaging the ridged plastic bulge in my crotch. Again he lifts my legs and starts humping me. I grab his penis and direct it between my cheeks. I want him in me so badly. I want to feel him make love to me. I try to manipulate the hockey underwear so that I can get his penis in them through a leg hole and his head sliding against my bare skin. He gets the idea and goes with it.

"Paul. I love you. I want you to make love to me. I want you to wrap and then slide your Christmas gift inside me."

"I love you too Jon. I so fucking want to make love to you too. Let's kick this Christmas off with the most personal gift we can give. Our very first time. Do you have any condoms?"

I slip my legs off his shoulders and navigate poorly through the hockey equipment on the floor on my way to my dresser. Quiet as I can be, I grab a couple condoms and my lube out of the tin I keep hidden, and make it back to my bed.

"What did you mean the other night about being clean? I don't have any STD's or AIDS or anything. I was tested when Belinda was born, and her conception is the last time I had sex."

Pushing Paul on his back I explain, "I'm disease free too. I was referring to my not having umm, sat on a toilet lets say, since I had a shower and last cleaned that area. That's why I hopped in the shower with you tonight. While we were making out under the water I was washing there, just in case. So I'm clean again."

He answers with an "Ah."

"Kay Babes. I know you've done this before but instead of visualizing it's me while you conceived a baby, it really will be me. It's probably a little different with me. So I'm going to get you started and then you can take over."

I can sense him nod.

I start whispering instructions to Paul as I enact them inside me with his finger, "Go nice and slow Babes. It's been a while, and you've got some nice length there. At first to get in, point a bit down, like this to my belly button. But don't push hard. Just let me take you in. Once you feel the slightest bit inside me, point more up, towards my spine and slowly bottom out. Then grab my hips and hold me tight to you. Stay as deep as you can in me and start rocking us gently back and forth a bit before you start sliding in and out. Keep that up until I give you the green light to pump away, 'kay? Once you get going it's easier for me on my back than all fours. You'll slide right in again easily when we get to that point. Wear a Jimmy, and the more lube the better."

I open up a condom packet and grab it from the tip. I squirt a drop of lube into the condom and press it to his tip. He gasps. I roll the condom down his length in one smooth, fluid motion and wish it was caught on film. I put that sucker on him smoother than I've ever seen in any amateur porn damnit! I shudder with excitement that my boyfriend is about to penetrate me for the first time. I slather on a good amount of lube and jerk him to keep him rock hard. I undo the knot in the waist of the hockey jock I am wearing and slip his garment off, putting it by my pillows so that it is in arms reach on the bed. I straddle my boyfriend and sit my bare ass on his stomach.

"Still want to do this?" I ask.

"With all my heart," he answers.

"Kay, me too. Don't let me know if you change your mind. I'm going to give myself to you now even if I have to rape you," I suggest as I start rubbing the tip of his manhood against my anus.

I can't get a good angle while on my knees so I squat on the balls of my feet. He is rock hard still so I don't have to work at masturbating him. I add some lube directly on my hole and then sit so that he is touching me again at my entrance. I push down gently a couple times until I feel relaxed down there and then impale the head of his amazing meat inside me. He has some good girth to him so I don't stop to adjust to him, I keep going until he hits a wall. I don't feel too much pain at my sphincter, and overall his thickness feels wonderful. I wiggle around on him until I find the right angle to keep on going. I sit down until I feel his scrotum in the crack of my cheeks. `Baby's home', I think and start riding up and down his pole. I'm very comfortable with him in me from the get-go, so I lean down and kiss him.

I pull off him and lay down beside him, "I wasn't sure how I'd adjust, but you feel fucking amazing. I'm all yours Babes. Make love to me!"

I am shaking in anticipation as I feel the light hair of his thighs slide around my hips. Paul pushes my knees to my chest and kisses me. I wedge a pillow under my lower back to raise myself and allow Paul easier access. Then I feel pressure as he tries to find my entrance. With my help he finds it and pushes forward. Slowly, slowly I feel him enter me and keep going until his we are pressed tightly, skin to skin. I can't help but moan quietly. He feels do damn good inside. Then he gets started. In and out he slides and he hits my g-spot every stroke.

"Ungh, ungh ahhhh," I can't keep quiet.

This is why I kept his jock nearby. I grab a handful of the material of the seat of his shorts and stuff it into my mouth. God I hope he wore this against his bare skin like I did! I can taste a hint of ass and the saltiness his sweat has deposited in the material. I arrange the remainder of the jock so that my nose is buried in the damp cup and criss-cross the leg straps behind my head. Fuck it smells amazing. He's got to be like Tim and prefers not to wash after every use. As he spreads my legs wide his hands are like vice grips around the narrowest part of my ankles. He changes his thrusts. With my make-shift gag in place only he can hear the pleasure this new technique is eliciting in me. He grabs one leg and holds it tight against him and lets the other one loose. What a fucking sex machine! I don't dare touch myself or else I will shoot early. Having no idea of his stamina I don't want to cum now and find that he can make love to me for another hour.

He makes only the slightest grunts as he pounds away, I can hear the sloppy noise from my rectum a lot more clearly as our skin slickens with perspiration. I use my elbows to press my knees to the mattress beside me and he slows his pace. Now he starts to really make love to me, long and slow. I have a mini-orgasm and bite down on the material that like a soft outer gasket around his cup. I catch my clock out of the corner of my eye when he starts to feel a little uncomfortable in me. He's been pounding my ass for roughly 18 minutes, I think. I don't know if that is really long or not, but I am sure I have never rode another guy's penis for this long. After a few more minutes I nod off while he is sodomizing me.

I wake when he presses the cup tighter over my face and he pulls out of me. "You like that, huh?" he whispers as he drops the used condom on me and slips his unsheathed penis back inside me, "The funk of our crotches in your face. That is so fucking hot. You are so fucking hot."

I grab the condom that has been inside me and put it on my penis. I start jerking wildly as his pace is picking up. He leans his face to mine and rips the jock out of my mouth so that we can kiss. In between his final thrusts as he cums inside me he states, "I love you so much Jonathan Farrows."

Well he's done it. While he's shooting his seed into my body and I likewise am filling the condom, he brings a tear of joy to my eye. Collapsing on top of me I focus on the clock again. 32 minutes. 32 thrilling minutes of him pumping his wonderful love organ in me. I hope down the road, when it happens that he isn't disappointed when I only last 5 minutes before sperming in him. I hug him tightly and wrap my legs around his sweaty torso.

I realize how cheesy I sound as I say it, but I don't care if I sound a fool or not, "Paul Hunter, I am the luckiest guy in the world to hear that. I love your gentle soul with all of my heart. Merry Christmas my lover!"

"Merry Christmas my love," He kisses me and pulls out. He gets up and rustles in Belinda's bag for a moment and returns with a couple baby wipes. After we clean up as quietly and best we can, he pulls my blind down for me and hops back into bed. We spoon with him in front and my semi sandwiched between his cheeks.

The next time I wake I find myself painfully hard. I look at the clock and it's almost 7:00 am. Paul is awake and presses himself against me. My erection is jammed against his rosebud and he is grinding a bit. I start rocking with him and try to push inside. He fishes the bottle of lube off the floor beside the head of the bed and reaches back to lube me up, "I've seen your toy in that box when I snooped around one morning. I plan on borrowing it because as awesome as it felt making love to you, you looked so euphoric. By the way, I don't even know how to tell you how amazing it felt to fuck you. I was afraid I wasn't maybe gonna like it after all the buildup, but you are one hot little fucker. And on top of that, I love you. But for now, other than your finger hun, where my new best friend is pushing is still going to be virgin territory for now. I can see I need a little more realistic self-practice, something thicker. That, and it's Christmas morning, we've got lots to do today."

"Well then, change of plan," I suggest as I turn him onto his back. I draw his legs up so that he is holding his knees. I love the definition of his muscles in his thighs and butt. Looking at the sheets and his penis I'm relieved to see we don't have any cleaning up to do from earlier, the baby wipes took care of everything, if there was anything. Sometimes it's messy, and I always feel self-conscious about that, but such is gay sex I suppose. At any rate, the target I have in mind is pink and cute as a button. I dive right in and attack it with my tongue. Paul writhes under my ministrations. Soon my tongue is expanding his hole and he starts pumping away furiously. A good couple minutes later he picks up the condom we slept on and spills its contents onto his choda so that it dribbles down into his hole and onto my tongue. I lick up the seed I spent last night and push into him further. He takes the already twice used condom and slips it on to jerk himself off to climax. My tongue gets forced out as he tenses up, so I suck on his hole instead as he orgasms. He pulls me up to him and kisses me madly. All the while I am jerking myself, so when he decides to penetrate me right after cumming, I don't take much longer than him.

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PAUL

I remain one with my boyfriend's body as long as I can until I lose some girth and his body forces me out. Beneath the scent of the candle that's still burning, the room smells a little like man on man sex for sure, but on top of that there is the manly scent of pheromones that drives me nuts too. I can't believe how good it feels to have sex with Jon! I am definitely not going to tire of this. It's like watching a porno; some guy writhing on the bed, really getting off while a hard cock is satisfying his desire. Only instead of watching two actors on my computer, the scene is me looking down my chest and past my stomach to my penis pumping in and out of my sweet boyfriend. It is my actions that are giving my boyfriend the orgasm.

"Fuck that's awesome. You are so gorgeous Hun. I want to express this with you and only you, every single day for the rest of my life," I say and kiss him.

"Oh yeah! Please do Babes, please do!"

I get up and throw on a pair of Jon's shorts and a wife-beater so that I can sneak downstairs and warn up some food for Belinda while Jon tidies up our sex scene. Belinda's not awake yet, but if I wake her with food first thing in the morning most times she has a pretty calm day. Today is going to be chaos as it is, so I want to get her off on the right foot.

Somehow I figure that no one else is up yet as I quietly wake my way downstairs. It would appear that I am wrong as I round the corner to Larry straightening out the living room and Charlene humming and stuffing a turkey in the kitchen. I can see Deanna, Scott and Dave outside the patio door, all having a cigarette. To look into Charlene's eyes I can't see if I am exactly welcome or not, so I try to think on the spot for something to say that will appease her. Instead she calls me over and loosely hugs me a Merry Christmas. After warming up a jar of food slightly in the microwave, I try to make my escape back upstairs from Charlene's gaze but I get told to sit.

"I'm not going to make ground rules for you two to feel guilty breaking. I've accepted you as Jon's boyfriend. I'll accept you as one of mine just like Tim. But you have to accept this. Jon's told me you are going to cut your family out of your life. I did that. Not intentionally, but indirectly by the choices I made. My parents live in New York. In the 25 years since I left them to live here I've seen them a handful of times. Jon met them for the first time this summer. It gets hard and lonely. I lost sleep last night, thinking what would drive a mother to kick you out on Christmas Eve, Paul. Aside from you two keeping the whole house up for a while last night, you are caring and considerate, and I can't see a single thing to not like about you.

My parents never understood why I packed up Deanna and followed my heart and my husband here when I was 18. They thought I abandoned them and looking back I may have. You two are going to Canada. That's just as far, further even, but the two of you and darling little Belinda are taking my heart with you. It's just too early for me to think of you as my son in law, but so long as my Jonny loves you, you can live here permanently if it helps. And neither of you are going to be out of my reach for a smack or a hug while you are gone. Figuratively. Just like they never understood, in all the years since, my parents have never been here. I, on the other hand, will be visiting Vancouver, and will be on the next plane if you boys ever need me. Family is family, and if I know my son at all, you and Belinda are permanently family. So Merry Christmas Paul."

"Merry Christmas, Charlene," I offer back, knowing Jon is going to say he told me so when I mention that his mother just gave me what he considers to be one of here long-winded lectures.

"Now feed little Belinda before she gets cranky. It's Christmas. Her first no less, make it a good day for her."

"Yes ma'am."

"And wake my son. He'll sleep the day away on us otherwise."

"He's actually up, believe it or not."

"In no small part to you I'll wager. I'm almost ready to put the turkey in the oven, we should be set to open gifts in 20 minutes."

With that I take my leave and head upstairs to collect Belinda and send Jon to the showers. Once he has showered and dressed I hand Belinda off to Jon to wipe up after breakfast so that I can do my 5 minutes in the shower too. Emerging from the bathroom, I use the towel to wrap myself, and rifle through Jon's dresser for some clothes to wear. I come up with a combination I love on him; a well worked-in pair of jeans that show off his magnificent bulge and butt, and his green and white A&F long sleeve rugby top that he wore to the April Fool's Beach Bash. I've never done one before yesterday, but underneath I have his red 2xist thong on as it's the only thing Christmas in his overstuffed drawer of now perfectly folded underwear. I also have his cute little no-show ankle socks on too. Dressed head to toe in Jon, I finish it off by using his deodorant and put on some of his Polo Sport. Here's hoping he doesn't mistake me for his clone!

After Jon's attempt to clean up Belinda we decide to quickly bathe and dress her. I was given a little elf suit for her by Jackie and Nat's mother, and chose to keep it for today. She's the star attraction as we cram into Jon's living room. I feel awkward getting gifts from his family when I don't have gifts for any for them at the moment. Even more so when I didn't expect to be here for their gift exchange, didn't buy anything for Jon's sister, and the fact that they all bought for both Belinda and me.

Scott and Deanna got me an instructional guitar video from Kee Marcello. I don't recognize the name, so Deanna fills me in that he is one of the axe slingers from Jon's favourite band Europe. I did get that yellow adidas sweater Deanna asked about, only from Charlene and Larry. I save Jon's gift for last, curious as to what he may have gotten me but not having my gift with me to give him, I don't want to exchange yet.

The big winner is Belinda having gotten something from everyone save for Larry's son. She got a jolly-jumper from Larry and Charlene, some clothes from Deanna, an age 1-3 educational game from Tim Matthews and a Build-a-Bear from Jon.

Around 10:00 a.m. I leave Belinda with Jon and chance a run home. I call my brother James and he helps me out by sneaking my presents out into the garage. All save one person's. I left my presents for Wayne, Nat, Jackie, and their parents as well as Coach Maynes and Charlene, all under the tree along with a few for Belinda, James and my parents. The ones that I didn't put under the tree are for Jon. They're hidden in my closet with Belinda's diapers and clothes, without nametags on them. So I ask James if he can sneak those ones out for me too. Ten minutes after I pull up, he gives our parents and brothers Peter and Matthew the slip and meets me around the corner from the house with a laundry basket full of the presents.

"Merry Christmas J," I say as he hops in the car with me.

"You too bro. I can't fucking believe her. Look at you, borrowing other people's clothes on Christmas day all because of her. I swear P, I hate her for you, acting like all's fine and good and you're not here. Yo, thanks for the new controller, they had me open it without you. Here, open this," James says while handing me a box.

I had bought a video game controller for James that has little motors that vibrate to simulate impact and such in the games. I open his present to find a Dallas Stars hat. James explains, "I know Jackie will be getting tickets like usual for you guys, so I figured seeing as how I lost your other one I'd get you a new hat for the game."

I don't bother to mention that it was my L.A. Kings hat he lost, and that I'm a fan of them, not Dallas. I'll just exchange it. Instead I thank my kid brother, and he's all smiles as he hops out of the car and pretends to shoot himself before walking back to the house.

My next stop is at the Harris's where I exchange gifts with Wayne. I got him a model toy from his favourite Final Fantasy video game and he got me a long guitar strap like the one Steve Clark from Def Leppard used. He always bugs me that I like to sit the guitar down too low to play it well, and I always tease him that he's a drummer because he holds a guitar too high and plays it like a banjo.

When I get to the Wilson's I visit for an hour. Nat and Jackie went together and bought me an expensive pair of headphones so that I can play my electric guitars again at home after I accidentally busted my last pair. Mrs. Wilson bought some sleepers for Belinda and a colour-matching toy similar to the one Tim gave. She wished I brought Belinda by, but is delighted that I saved the elf dress for today, and makes me promise to show her Belinda in it at the concert tonight.

Right before I leave Jackie gives me a book. As I unwrap a Steven Underhill book of photography titled Boy Next Door he explains, "I went to a bookstore in Montrose for that. I wanted to get you something from the heart, and the guy there kept pushing me to this. He thought I was shopping for myself. I would never have gotten it, except for this one picture. The pic could be us. The one guy even looks a lot like you. That's for you and Jon to enjoy together."

"Thanks Jackie. That's uh, thoughtful," I don't know what to say. It's cool that he's cool with me, but to buy me a soft-core pornographic book full of teenage guys at the peak of their sexuality making love to the camera. What's next, he takes me to a live sex show?

He winks, "You're welcome buddy. I guess I'll catch you tonight at the show? By the way, we need to get together soon and finish working out that song of yours, I assume by the way he nearly shot his load when you played the intro the other day that it's for your boy?"

I have to get going, "Yeah. Thanks. We'll have to leave that to the New Year some time, though. See you tonight."

When I get back to Jon's a little past noon I'm in a bad mood. I try not to let it show though. I'm company, and as such, I should be good company. Only thing is right now, kicked out of home by my own family on Christmas Eve, I'm coming up a little short on the Merry-hoho and am instead trying to keep my head above a small flood of personal despair. I try to busy myself with my boy. He's actually having a good time with Belinda, playing and keeping her entertained. Dave has taken off to go with his mother to visit her family, but Scott and Deanna are still here. I grab Jon's gifts from my car and bring it inside.

Jon has dug up his rollerblades and he eagerly shows me when I come back inside. He has a pair of hockey style blades, says he was told that they are more durable, and wants me to know he's pretty good on them as they were his only mode of transportation other than two feet and a heartbeat, before Tim became his chauffer. He's so damn cute I can't help but smile. He adds that he and an old friend Phil used to play a lot of roller hockey. Hmm, something to consider.

When Charlene takes a break from the kitchen I ask her and Larry to the living room so that I can give them my Christmas gift. The gift isn't anything special really. I put together a couple sets of matching picture frames of varied sizes that stood out to me at Wal-Mart as better quality than we usually get, and with my employee discount, the price was right. I tried to explain that as they are heading down a new road together that they need something to display the milestones. Larry seems unaffected but thanks me, and Charlene is more expressive and seems quite happy with them.

Next on the list is Belinda. I finally get a chance to have her open up a couple gifts from her `ole dad. I bought Belinda her very first doll. At her age, the doll can't have any pieces that can be torn off and choked on, so essentially it is a cloth doll much like a stuffed chew toy for dogs. She doesn't give it much attention. The build-a-bear is what she had fixated on, but she won't get her hands in it for a few years at least. Jon didn't know the choking hazards and is overly apologetic about it. Jon and I decide to exchange our gifts later tonight when I pick Belinda up after the concert to head home. Hopefully my parents will have cooled off by the time I go home.

A while later we watch as his sister Lacey shows up. She just walks right in, looks from him to me and back to him as she takes off her shoes, shakes her head and passes us on her way to the kitchen. Charlene starts off all excited and they talk for a few minutes before breaking into an argument. Deanna joins them and also gets into it with Lacey.

Before storming out the front door and walking off she says, "Merry fucking Christmas Moody. Merry Christmas Jon's boyfriend. C-ya."

After Lacey's gone, Deanna vents to Jon, almost right up until Charlene announces that dinner is ready. It's a tight fit around the table and Jon had to round up a couple desk chairs so that we all can sit and eat. It would be helpful to have a high-chair to stick Belinda in so that I can eat too, but I have to manage with her in my lap. When everyone is done I've barely touched my plate so Jon takes Belinda in order that I can eat.

Immediately after dinner I start getting ready for the Christmas concert down at City Hall tonight, borrowing Jon's Sunday suit as my dress clothes are at my parent's house. I catch myself saying that; trying to not dwell on the fact that I see it as such, and not as my home anymore. As I am getting ready Deanna and Scott extend holiday greetings once again, and get going to be home at a decent time in Austin tonight. Once I am ready Larry gives me his keys so that I take his truck and that way he, Jon, and Charlene can use my car and not have to worry about swapping Belinda's car seat in Charlene's van for when they all come to the concert tonight.

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JON

An hour after Paul left I get Belinda ready in the elf suite that's already been worn, messed, and washed today, and change her one last time before heading out. I get to drive Paul's car, and manage alright until we get into heavy traffic the closer we get to the busy area. Larry can drive stick, so thankfully he takes over for me as we inch into a parking lot.

I transfer a sleeping Belinda from the car seat to her stroller and she never wakes. My mom takes over Belinda duty at this point, so that it truly looks like she and Larry are just helping out Paul, rather than allow the image that Paul's involvement with them is that he is sexing it up with me. I'm rather grateful that my mother is so cool with this.

As we walk to the back of City Hall where the people are gathering I get a call from Tim on my cell phone. We've already exchanged Christmas wishes when Paul was out earlier and I called Tim, so this call is more of a he's bored and wants to get away from his brothers for a minute kind of call. He again chides me, "You shouldn't have bought me so much, A&F jeans and boxers, and socks. Especially the boxers!"

I remind him, "As gay as my buying you nice clothes is, I still owed you for a certain borrowed something you lent me in the summer at your place."

He draws a blank so I elaborate, "You were hoping they were going to be your lucky pair."

He finally remembers, "Oh right! That new pair of boxers I gave you to wear; complete with tags still. I was joking when I said you better replace them with a good pair. Although, they were really going to be my getting-laid underwear."

He laughs even more and jokingly asks, "Is there is anything I don't want to know about these boxers? My unmentionables are a fetish of yours."

I want to mindfuck him and say that I only fool around with his unwashed jocks and prefer all of his underwear still fresh and warm from his body, but my mother is already shooting me death stares so I instead deflect, "Um, nope. Ma is about to assert her ownership of me and scold me in public if I don't get off the phone with you, 'kay. Merry Christmas again, see you in a few."

By sheer luck we are close enough to Jackie Wilson that his mother spots my mother holding Belinda. The Harris's are with them. They come over and start talking with Ma and Larry about Paul and the situation with his parents. Jackie literally pulls me aside, and along with Wayne we duck out on our parents for half an hour while not much is going on. Jackie is cool with me, but Wayne is definitely not my biggest fan. He is at least cordial which I appreciate, if a little icy. He either doesn't like me personally, or is a homophobe. I know Paul hasn't come out to him yet or told him that we're boyfriends, so it's probably that he doesn't like me because he suspects I am gay.

While we are walking Jackie steers us towards a group of guys and introduces me as a friend to the guys, and as he makes a couple introductions he indicates that this guy or that guy is related to Paul if he knows the guy. I learn just how big Paul's extended family is, and it's big! In all, there are a handful of Paul's cousins around our age in the group that all look like they could be brothers. Wayne starts chatting with two guys, and Jackie fills me in that these two guys are the cousins that Paul hangs with most. He further gives me the explanation that the two are in fact cousins themselves, but you would think they were twins.

I get really nervous when Paul's brother, James, comes up and starts talking to us. Wayne actually introduces me as a friend. After we leave the Hunter clan to head closer to the stage, Wayne snidely points out, "You just met 24 feet all named Hunter, that will gladly dirt-kick you to death if they found out you even liked Paul, let alone are his boyfriend."

As Jackie shakes his head dismissively, for emphasis Wayne adds, "On top of that, two more of Paul's brothers are also here somewhere too. And at least another two of his cousins are performing with him. Throw in all of their dads, who would all definitely join in on shit kicking the fag that turned Paul, and you'd have way more than twenty guys all named Hunter beating your homo ass to death."

Gee, how touching.

The concert is meh. It's not really my scene, but when Paul gets to his solo parts Jackie sees me perk up and jokes dog commands in my ear, "Down boy. Sit. Stay. Good boy!"

Around 10:30 Paul meets us and asks if I think it will fly if he crashes the night with me again. It breaks my heart that his only other option for Christmas night is Larry's empty house with Belinda. Apparently it does the same to my mother, who insists that he is staying the night with us. Having talked with Mrs. Wilson tonight, she is even more sympathetic to Paul's situation and reveals she told him this morning that he can move in if he wants or needs to. Not to be outdone, Mrs. Wilson shares that Paul's always had the option with them as well.

Finally back at my house, with Belinda asleep in her crib, Paul and I get a chance to exchange gifts. Paul has two boxes for me while I only have one for him. He insists that I open the smaller one first. I unwrap a box to find a pair of Abercrombie and Fitch boxer shorts used as an extra wrapping around an object. My boy bought me underwear, he knows me pretty well! I love his inhibition in giving me them too. Unwrapping the boxers from the actual gift, I uncover a watch box. How the hell did he know? Tim must have orchestrated this! Paul takes the silver Fossil watch out of the watch box and puts it on me. I love it. I haven't worn a watch for many years and it feels awkward, but I love it. I hug and kiss my love.

It's my turn and I am relieved now that I didn't cheap out. Tim really pushed me hard to get this for Paul, I guess he knew what Paul had gotten me. I wasn't sure at first about it, thinking it was too much, but now I feel relieved and a little played by Tim. I hand Paul his gift and he smiles knowingly as he unwraps the box and opens it to find a similar watch to the one he gave me; different watch box, same brand, same design, only the watch I bought him is all black gun-metal despite Tim's efforts to get me to buy the exact silver one Paul had picked out for me. Like he did for me, I take it out of the box and put it on his wrist.

I start kissing his neck and he pushes me a way, and blushes as he hands me his other gift. The box is small and light. After removing the wrapping paper I lift the lid to uncover an empty box. He all cute when says I'll find the real gift soon enough. I have no idea what that means, but I'll play along. I kiss him some more and we start groping each other. After a passionate make-out session we end up cuddling on my bed before Paul excuses himself to the bathroom. In his absence I fall asleep with my clothes on.

Paul starts to undress me and in the process I wake up, but let him keep going. It turns out he's changed into the second present he got for me, and watching as my near naked boyfriend clad only in studded leather strips me, wakes my dick up too! This doesn't go unnoticed, and he only smiles as I lift my hips so that he can slide my button-fly Calvins off me. He starts giving me head until I am rock hard.

"Looks like you found your other gift. But Christmas isn't over yet Hun," He says while motioning to my clock which shows 11:40, "I have one last gift to give you."

With me rock hard, he works some lube all over my cock, and then adds a lot more for good measure. He then goes to sit down on my raised cock. I pull back, "Babes, you mentioned I'm a little bit thicker than whatever you've played with. If you wanna do this, let me work you over a bit first, 'kay."

"Already did that while you were snoring silly, and if you're too much then you can use that funstick on me instead," Paul says, referring to my dildo that he has out.

"Let me put on a condom. Just for the first bit. It'll make things easier," I suggest to his agreement.

He repositions himself and slowly rubs my bare head against his rosebud until it loosens up some. He digs his thumb in good to my dick and rams me just inside. His face is a little surprise, a lot desire. He starts rocking back and forth a little, trying to wiggle more of me into him. I feel myself slipping out so I push in a couple inches and hold his hips in place. Once the pained expression fades from his face, he inflicts the same on himself and lets his whole weight fall, driving me completely inside him.

"Holy shit Hun. It feels like a football in there, but it feels fuckin great! Time to mark me as forever yours!"

We keep it a quiet as possible as we change positions a couple times, until I am smiling down at the hottie in my bed. When he seems comfortable I try to moderate the tempo and the length of my thrusts, trying to give him the best sexual experience of his life. I'm not inclined to be a top often, especially after our tryst in the wee hours of the morning this Christmas Day. He is one helluva a top. But I will gladly perform the role tonight. As my heart pounds in my chest from the physical activity, it also flutters from the emotional side. I manage to last longer than I thought I could probably because of the condom, and it's officially December 26th when I feel him reaching his orgasm. I pull out, rip the condom off, and let it fly somewhere as I quickly re-enter him and pick up the pace and release in him as quickly as I can to time it with him. I snuggle up to him and we cuddle for a few minutes. Maybe Tim is right, maybe I am an emotional retard as he put it, or F.I.N.E. F'd up, Insecure, Neurotic, Emotional. I don't care. I love this boy with all my heart.

"How are you Babes?" I ask.

"Kinda sore now, but it was great while you were making love to me. Love ya Hun. You up for more?"

"More? Damn you're a tiger!"

"Yeah, that was a mini orgasm. If you're up to it I, uh, wouldn't mind um, finishing in you."

I give my answer by removing the studded leather jock strap portion of his garment and lubing him up. Sometimes it's hours before I can enjoy penetration after orgasm, sometimes I manage to be ready to go right away. Fortunately today I'm good to go, and am left as satisfied as he is when he finishes. In the afterglow Paul holds me tight and I fall asleep all warm and cozy in his embrace.

In the morning I get up with Belinda to change her. Paul is gone for an early morning hockey game. He has one more this afternoon that I am going to take Belinda to. The rest of our holidays will be hit and miss with our work schedules, but tonight and every night he and Belinda aren't staying at their home, I plan to be intimate with him.

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