Someone to Watch over Me, Chapter 7
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Someone to Watch over Me, Chapter 7
Christmas Day dawned looking like a holiday greeting card. The ground was covered in snow, and big flakes were falling from the sky to join their brothers who'd descended during the night.
The adults would gladly have spent a few more hours in bed, but they were awakened by two very excited children who were eager to see what Santa had left them. There was no chance that the youngsters would have breakfast before checking their stockings. They were allowed to open the gifts from Santa before eating, but the main unwrapping of presents came after. They would have lots of them because all the grownups had bought something.
Since the adults had drawn names, there were fewer packages for them to
open. The dollar limit they'd decided on kept the gift-giving from getting out of hand. No one really needed anything, except Paul perhaps, and he wasn't nearly as needy as people in third-world countries.
Gwen had spent an extra $25 on each person, including the children, in the form of a donation to Heifer International which would be used to provide livestock for people in impoverished countries. Her on-line teaching, in addition to her work as a school district consultant, gave her the extra funds to be rather generous. The adults all appreciated it and felt it was a good tool for teaching the next generation the true meaning of the holiday.
In an attempt to help Tara from having too much additional work in the kitchen, Paul had brought pies for desert that he'd ordered from Vicenza's. He got an employee discount, but his cost was still as high as what many places would charge retail because of the superior quality of the desserts. It was his way of contributing the best he could, and his thoughtfulness didn't go unnoticed.
Dinner was fabulous! In an effort to have plenty of leftovers, Tara had roasted a large turkey. Along with it, she served yams, mashed potatoes, green bean casserole with onion ring topping, and enough stuffing to feed several families. Gwen had brought fresh cranberry relish and a large veggie tray. Combined with Doug's fruit salad and the pies Paul had purchased, it was a fine feast indeed.
Thomas Hartke, Gwen's ex-husband and father of her children, dropped by in the afternoon as planned. He brought several bottles of fine wine for Dakota and Tara since they were hosting. He also had small gifts for his grandchildren and cards for all.
Paul was surprised to be included. Inside the envelope was a Discover gift card for $50. Paul felt rather emotional inside knowing that a man he'd never met before would include him as if he belonged.
Tom also gave Dakota and Tara cards for the children explaining that he had put money in the little ones' college accounts rather than spending it on lots of expensive toys that they'd soon tire of. Dakota, especially, appreciated it, since he was the major bread-winner.
If Paul was favorably impressed with Doug's father, Gwen seemed to be more so. It was interesting to see how she took on a kind of glow in his presence. Paul wondered if it was all in his imagination or if anyone else got the same vibes. He'd have to ask Doug later.
When it got closer to supper time, Gwen insisted that Tom stay to eat with them. Dakota opened one of the bottles of white wine his father had brought, and all sat down to enjoy leftovers together.
By the time Tom was ready to leave, the snow had piled up considerably; therefore, his family asked him to stay over with them. He was hesitant until Gwen insisted that it was the wise thing to do. Katelyn could sleep with her, and Tom could have her bed. Tom gracefully accepted; Katelyn was elated with the opportunity to share with her grandma.
It was late when Doug and Paul got home the day after Christmas. They had planned to have a little celebration of their own, but put it off until the following afternoon. Both had a couple of gifts that they'd purchased for each other.
They were content to take a quick shower before going to bed and then they cuddled. As their relationship grew, it became more about love than sex as such. Had they not been tired, they would no doubt have seen to each other's needs, but they had decided to save their lovemaking for later.
The next morning, they went to the public health clinic to be tested for STD's. Both came up negative on all of them and were looking forward to being able to make love without using protection.
The nurse at the clinic was very into safe-sex behavior and gave them a free supply of condoms. Some were flavored and some had special ribs to heighten the pleasure if used in anal sex. The guys graciously accepted them, but knew they weren't likely to get much use because they had no plans to be anything but monogamous.
They celebrated their good fortune by going out to lunch. Paul insisted on paying and Doug didn't argue. Doug understood that Paul needed to feel he was contributing, and he appreciated it. Paul was obviously not looking for a sugar daddy. That made Doug hopeful their relationship would last.
For dinner, they worked together making the chicken and artichoke meal like the one Doug had served on their first night together. The significance wasn't lost on Paul.
After they were finished eating, they opened the small boxes under their tiny artificial tree. Doug was pleased with the DVD versions of several old movies that Paul had purchased for him after thoroughly checking his collection to avoid duplication.
Paul was stunned with the ring Doug presented him.
"Paul, I'm giving this as a promise ring. I know you're skittish about getting married and I'm sure you'll say it's too early to make `forever' vows, but I want to give you this as a token of my love for you. Will you wear it?"
"I will if you let me buy you a matching one."
"Uh, well, I sorta got one for me hoping you'd say that." Doug blushed, pulling a mate from his pocket.
They slipped the rings on each other's fingers and sealed their love with a long kiss.
"Come shower with me and show me how you'll treat me when you become my husband," Doug requested.
After they were squeaky clean, Doug and Paul climbed into the large bed and made out for several minutes. Doug reached into the nightstand drawer to retrieve a special tube of lubrication he'd purchased at an adult store.
"I want you to make love to me without the `raincoat' tonight," he grinned. "I've been waiting for this day since I met you."
Paul used the applicator to launch lubrication deeply inside his lover. He used more on his fingers to loosen up Doug's anal passage. When he was satisfied that he wouldn't hurt Doug, Paul applied lube on his own pulsing cock before attempting to enter.
There was a bit of resistance initially, but that soon gave way allowing Paul to enter smoothly without any grimace of pain on Doug's face.
"This is slick!" he commented.
"Yeah, and I love feeing your flesh inside me," Doug said, licking his lips.
Making love bareback was an experience neither had ever had. There was something exciting about it – especially since they didn't have a worry lurking in the backs of their heads as to whether or not it was safe.
Part of the way through, Paul raised Doug's butt and slid a pillow under it. Doug was surprised at what the slight adjustment did by way of maximizing the stimulation of his prostate. Paul was now massaging it with every stroke and Doug was heading higher into the stratosphere than he'd ever been transported before. His breath came in gasps and pants.
"I'm gonna cum!" he exclaimed at the top of his lungs. "Come with me. Fill me with your hot juice!"
As Doug's orgasm began, the muscles in his chute began to spasm. That was the last bit of stimulation Paul needed to put him over the edge. He began to pump before Doug had finished.
Both men gasped and moaned in their pleasure. Paul stayed hard inside of Doug for several minutes before he went soft and slipped out. When he did, he had to grab a towel to catch the flood.
"May I ask a favor of you?" Doug said.
"Right now, I'd grant you anything in my power," Paul replied, lying with his head on Doug's chest.
"I've set up an appointment with my attorney and I want you to come with me. I want us to have legal papers drawn up to protect our right as partners. I know you're gonna say I'm rushing things, but it's not a wedding. If you landed in the hospital, I'd want to be able to be there for you. If I died, I'd want you to carry out my last wishes. Does that make sense?"
"Yeah, I guess so. I suppose my parents could show up if I died and not let you have any say. I don't expect to see either of them again, but it would be like them to interfere in a situation like that." Paul agreed.
The following day as Paul was helping take down the few Christmas decorations they'd put up, his phone rang. The number wasn't one he recognized, but he decided to answer anyway.
"Paul, this is Mike."
"Mike, aren't you afraid our father will catch you talking to your perverted brother?"
"Nope, he's dead. He died last week after a massive heart attack. You know how violent his temper was. I think it finally got him. Mom and I debated about when to tell you. I convinced her to wait until now since I figured his obit wouldn't be in your local paper."
"No, I didn't know about it and I can't force myself to care. You don't exactly sound broken up either."
"I'm not. You know what a son of a bitch he was. I've lived in fear that he'd do to me what he did to you, and worse, when he found out."
"Found out?"
"Yeah, I'm gay like you. Can I come to your dorm and visit you. I need to talk to someone who knows how I feel. Mom is easing up on the rules because I've kept my grades up and haven't had any traffic tickets. She doesn't know about me, but she thinks Dad was too hard on you. She wants to know if you'll come to the memorial service. It's in two weeks. He wanted to be cremated and that's done already."
"I don't think I could come to a service where people are going to say nice things about him that aren't true. Probably no one outside the family had a clue."
"I know. I'm gonna have a difficult time with it, but it would help me if you were there. It's been dreadful playing the sorrowing son when people have come to visit this past week. I should be enjoying the time off from school instead of pretending to be sad. Please consider coming to the memorial service."
"I'll think about it.
Now, about coming to visit, I'll have to check with my roommate," Paul chuckled.
"I thought you had a single."
"Well, I've sorta moved in with a guy,"
"Wow! Congratulations! Is he cute? Can I meet him?"
"Whoa, hang on a minute. Let me talk to Doug."
Doug had overheard enough of the Paul's part of the conversation to get the gist of it. He readily agreed to have Mike come over to visit.
"Do you think your mother would let him come New Year's Eve and stay over if she lets him come to the big city alone?" Doug asked.
"We could try it and see!" Paul said enthusiastically. "Since he's playing by the rules and kept his nose clean, he said that she's lengthened the leash a bit."
Back on the phone, Paul and Mike made plans to at least meet at the mall if their mother put the kibosh on an overnight stay.
After he'd clicked off, he told Doug the part he hadn't overheard.
"Wow! There's so much that's happened all at once. My father is dead,
Mike is gay, and Mom is softening up toward me a little. I know I'm gonna get my little brother back at least. He's in his senior year and will be 18 in about a month. There's not a lot Mom can do to him if he decides to bail."
"He might be wise not to rock the boat too much until he gets some of his college paid for. We'd better warn him about how bad the fallout can be."
"Yeah, I wouldn't want him to be a whore like me."
"Come here, damn it! How many times do I have to tell you that you're not a whore? I love you, Baby, more than anything or anyone else in the world! I'm so glad you were out on the street that night hustling a buck or I'd never have met you. You are my pure, sweet prince. Never put yourself down again. You're a redeemed child of God!"
"Thanks," Paul said, tears flowing down his cheeks. "I'm sure I'm not a bad guy in my heart. If you say I'm pure, then I am. But I think you should stop buying my time. It makes me feel like I'm still selling my body. I've only wanted to be what you want me to be since our first weekend together. I'm looking forward to being your husband after I graduate and get a job."
"You're gonna make me wait that long?"
"Yup. I want to feel like I can be an equal partner in our marriage. I know I don't have much to bring to this relationship. You're well off and I'm struggling."
"If you want me to stop paying you, I will. But I'd like to set up a trust fund for you to have half the royalties on my invention when it's put into production. Now that I hold the patent on it, we can make serious money."
"But you'd still be taking care of me."
"Is that so hard for you to accept? You've really earned half anyway. You're my muse. You've given me a reason to work on it. Besides if you hadn't come home raving about the report you heard on graphene, I might not have thought to use it. It's made the unit many times smaller than my first prototype."
"You're exaggerating the importance of my contribution to the project."
"I'm not! You've inspired me and helped me."
"Okay, but what's your hang-up about waiting to get married?" Paul asked. "You've got us covered for emergencies with legal documents and I'm not gonna withhold my tight ass," he snickered while running his hand under Doug's shirt to tweak his nipples.
"You're being a naughty boy again," Doug said with mock sternness as he sat down on a kitchen chair and motioned him to come over.
"I'm sorry. Please don't punish me too hard," Paul pleaded in a child-like voice, trying to keep a straight face.
Then he pulled his jeans and underwear down exposing his butt and lay across Doug's lap awaiting his spanking.
Doug laughed. "You are such a tease! You know how I love handling your firm buns."
Paul pretended to cry as Doug playfully swatted his ass. Then Paul stood so Doug could kiss away his owies.
By now, Paul was completely hard. When he turned back facing Doug, his erection wasn't far from Doug's face. Seizing the opportunity, Doug sucked most of that lovely piece of flesh into his mouth and throat in one gulp. Paul gasped in response.
Doug rose to kiss his lover on the mouth. After a minute or two of making out, Paul undid Doug's sweatpants and went down on him.
"This looks like something that needs to be finished in the bedroom," Doug smiled. "You wanna be pitcher or catcher?"
"I'd like to catch this time."
"I'm happy to oblige." Doug said as he literally swept Paul off his feet and carried him to their bed.
Author's notes: Thanks to all who wrote to me since last week's posting: Jim C, Rutabaga, Ozzy B, Bill T, Bill K, Steve, Bruce W, Richard
G, Walt S, Big B, Tony W, Ott H, Tom A, Trish R, Bobb, Paul R, Mike P, Paul F, Jim W, John McD, and Carroll. I hope I haven't left anyone out!
Thanks for the invitation to your open house, Ott. Since I haven't a clue as to where you live, I suspect you didn't intend to send it to me!
The incoming governor of our state wants a constitutional amendment to make same-sex marriage illegal in Iowa. However, the leader of the senate, where there's a Democratic majority says he won't bring it up. The Republican governor elect referred to him as a dictator, to which the House Leader replied that dictators were people who tried to take away people's rights. He had no intention of doing so!
There should be another posting or two before Christmas. However, I wish everyone celebrating holiday this month a lot of happiness and prosperity. Happy Hanukah and Merry Christmas.
David