May in December (11 page)

“That way, we can plant it somewhere special to celebrate your last Christmas in your home,” Jorry said.

“Or to commemorate our first Christmas together.” Bruce noticed how Jorry beamed at the idea.

They had the tree home and in the house when Bruce realized he only had a handful of ornaments and a couple of strands of lights he’d kept out from the donation blitz he had been on. So back out to the truck they went for a trip to a local superstore to pick out more decorations.

Jorry lit up like a child, helping Bruce choose the new ornaments for the tree. Afterward, they stopped by a restaurant. It was Fresh Fish Fry Friday at One Fish, Two Fish, the steak-and-seafood place. They had a wonderful time over their dinner and drinks.

When they got home, they started decorating the tree. Lights, then the garland went on, followed by the new ornaments. Bruce dug through his stash of boxes he had kept and pulled out a heavy plastic container filled with his keepsake decorations.

“This one was my mother’s favorite,” Bruce said, handing it to Jorry to hang. It was a Victorian angel china doll with silk hair, a red velvet robe, and white feathers. “It was hers when she was a little girl.”

Bruce pulled out another one and laughed. “This one Gail and I bought on our honeymoon.” It was a bare-chested Santa on a beach towel, wearing sunglasses and swim trunks.

Jorry picked up a colorful decoration with moving parts. “This is neat. What’s the story behind this one?” It had gears and clockwork and was made of brass. It looked very steampunk.

“Kelley and Kerri bought it for me on their class trip to Disney World.”

“And this one?” Jorry asked. It was a Superman figure with Bruce’s face painted on it.

“Robert picked that up for me as a practical joke, and… Oh, wait a minute.” Bruce spied an unusual ornament and carefully picked it up. It was a Styrofoam ball split in two, with a clear, flexible plastic tube separating the halves. Inside were a couple of plastic pine trees and two little plastic deer standing in cotton and micro foam beads, which were supposed to represent snow. The outside was decorated with metallic rickrack. “This one… Do you remember it, Jorry?”

At first Jorry shook his head, but in midshake he stopped and his eyes grew wide. “Y-you kept it? After all these years?”

Bruce put his arm around Jorry’s slender waist. “Yes. It’s one of my favorite pieces.”

Jorry stumbled with his words. “I made this in art class in the eighth grade. It was the year you and Mr. Bennett…errr, I mean, Robert, took me and Kelley to deer camp. It was our first hunting season.”

“Yeah. I remember,” Bruce said softly.

“I had to make a project, and so I made this. Since I never had a Christmas tree growing up, I gave it to you.” Jorry stared at the ornament in wonder. “I never thought you’d keep it. I mean, it was a dumb project a kid made.”

“Of course we kept it. It went on the tree every year. It’s beautiful. You put a lot of thought into making it.” Bruce placed it front and center on the tree. “And it was a special memory for me too.”

After all the decorations were up, Bruce shut off the lights, and both men sank down on the quilt on the floor left over from Thanksgiving. With their arms around each other, they soaked in the ambience of the twinkling tree.

Bruce examined the living room. Though the walls were bare and the room empty, save for the boxes and some throw pillows, he was overwhelmed with a feeling of all the years of love the room had seen. Yes, it was sad to know he was moving out, but on the other hand, he was also moving on, which left him believing anything was possible. Burning tears threatened to spill from Bruce’s eyes, and he quickly nudged his nose in the hollow of Jorry’s neck.

Jorry pushed into the nuzzle and moaned. “God, I love the feel of your beard against my neck. It does something for me.”

“If it does something for you now, just wait until I get you where I want you.”

“Why wait?”

“Why indeed.” Bruce laughed as Jorry pushed him down and lay on top of him. “There’s something said for spontaneity.”

“There’s something to be said for two horny hard-ons seeking satisfaction.” Jorry made swift work of unbuttoning Bruce’s shirt. Afterward, his fingers twined in Bruce’s coarse chest hairs, seeking out the dark pebbles of his nipples.

It was Bruce’s turn to groan. Cool, slender fingers tugged and twisted just so. “Oh, the things you do to me.”

“I do?” Jorry sat up, straddling Bruce’s hips and continuing rubbing their clothed cocks together. “Like what?”

“Like making me so hot I want to make love to you right here, right now.”

Jorry’s eyes grew hazy in the glow of the tree lights. “I’ve never made love in front of a Christmas tree.”

“Then let’s pop your cherry.” Bruce threaded his fingers through Jorry’s shaggy hair and pulled him back down. “Or, should I say, your holly berry.”

“You’re laughing now.” Jorry kissed Bruce’s bearded jaw. “In minutes I’ll have you screaming my name.”

“You love it when you’re in charge, don’t you?”

Jorry paused. “Am I doing it wrong?”

“No,” Bruce insisted. “You need to do what feels good to you.”

“And you like this? Me being dominant.”

“Yes. But sometimes I’m gonna give you a run for your money. Like now.” Within seconds, Jorry was divested of his clothes.

Bruce kissed Jorry’s hairless chest, nibbling on a nipple. He licked his way down to his belly button, circled it, and then nuzzled the shaved pubic mound. Jorry’s cock stretched out to greet him, but no matter how hard it tried, Bruce managed to avoid it.

“Oh, you tease.”

“You just wait. There is more to come.” Bruce winked. “Or should I say cum…”

Bruce rolled Jorry over and licked from the base of his neck, down his spine, and into the crack of his buttocks. Jorry rose, trying to guide Bruce’s tongue down farther, but all Bruce did was glide his tongue back up and repeat the process over and over and over until Jorry was in a frenzy.

“Oh, Bruce, please,” panted Jorry. “I need.”

“You need what? This?” Bruce gripped a handful of butt cheek in each hand and spread them apart. He stared at the little brown rosebud pulsing at him. Bruce blew on the hole and watched as Jorry raised his ass higher, wordlessly demanding more.

“You like this?”

“Uhh-huh.”

“What about this?” Bruce curled his fingers around the slender cock, squeezing it and rubbing it in slow short strokes.

“Aughhh.” Jorry’s cock grew hard, dripping pearls of precum.

“Oh, you like this too? Well, this seems to be a dilemma, because I was going to try this.” With his hand still on Jorry’s cock, he used his other hand and spread a butt cheek aside. He bent his neck down and started licking right in the bull’s-eye.

Jorry whimpered his delight. “Too much. Not enough.”

“Oh, my dear, sweet lover. I can’t have you all torn up over this. Which one do you like the best?”

“Your tongue. No. Your hand. No. Both…”

“Such a decision. I’ll make it easy on you. I’ll stop—”

“Don’t you dare!”

But stop Bruce did. He also flipped Jorry around and sat him on his lap. Bruce loved staring at the flushed, dazed expression on Jorry’s face. He trapped Jorry’s lips in his mouth and sucked while jacking him off with his hand.

Bruce swallowed every moan Jorry produced, the sound being music to his ears. Jorry continued to squirm in Bruce’s lap. Within no time, a fountain of cum sprang forth from Jorry’s cock, and it sprayed all over the front of Bruce’s shirt.

Jorry lay panting for air for several seconds. He sat up and, with trembling knees, got off Bruce.

Bruce watched Jorry with a bit of apprehension. Had he awakened a monster? Jorry had an animalistic glaze to his eyes. Bruce was in trouble. Jorry was out to give Bruce tit for tat.

Never taking his eyes off Jorry, Bruce drew his clothes off, laying them carefully aside while he waited for the younger man to pounce. After the last sock came off, Jorry launched himself onto Bruce, and he went down with an
oof.

Jorry was relentless in his loving attack. He kissed and licked Bruce all over, paying special attention to the sensitive treasure trail leading down to the family jewels. Jorry did not take time to tease his prey; he aimed to please and, without any games, popped the head of Bruce’s cock into his mouth and slathered the shaft with his saliva. He then opened his throat and went down on Bruce, all the way to the balls.

Jorry sucked down and pulled back up, teeth nipping. “Bruce…Bruce, I need you.”

“I’m here. Tell me what you need.”

“I need…I want you inside me.”

Bruce almost exploded with the request. “Wait. Do you have condoms?”

“No. I lost them in the car fire. Don’t you have any?”

Bruce snorted. “I just bought some but left them out in the truck. We’ll just have to make do.”

“But I want you inside me. Bad.”

“I’ll be inside you. I have fingers, and I know how to use them.”

Jorry sucked on Bruce’s waggling fingers. “I’ll suck you off while you finger fuck me?”

“You got it.”

Bruce started sucking his fingers along with Jorry. They shared several sloppy kisses before pulling away. Jorry bent over Bruce’s crotch and began to suck his mushroom head again. Bruce slipped in one wet finger, planning to go slow, but Jorry rammed his ass up and greedily took the finger in without wincing. One finger was replaced by two, and after a few minutes of steady stimulation, Jorry was begging for three.

“Make me believe it’s your cock in there,” Jorry breathed. “That’s it. You hit the spot. Fuck me, Bruce. Fuck me so I’ll remember it forever.” Jorry started to deep throat Bruce.

“Whoa. That’s…that’s…oh, God, so intense!” Jorry’s hot mouth was wrapped around Bruce’s cock, Jorry’s throat opening up, taking him deep. “I’m coming…” White light zoomed through Bruce and sliced him in two.

Jorry tensed as he came for the second time, and he fell across Bruce, totally spent. Several minutes later, they moved to hold one other.

“Wow,” Jorry sighed. “Just wow.”

“You can say that again.”

“Wow. Just wow.”

Bruce smacked Jorry’s butt. “Smart-ass.”

“I just don’t believe what you made me feel.”

Bruce cocked his head. “I know this wasn’t your first time.”

“In a sense, it was. You see, this was my first time with a guy I have feelings for.”

“I am honored.” Bruce pulled Jorry closer. “You were excellent.”

Jorry giggled. “Can you imagine what it’s gonna feel like when we actually have sex?”

“I’m hoping you’ll get tested soon so we can find out.”

Jorry stiffened. “Why? Do you think I have—”

“Shhh. No, I was tested the other day. You know, just for peace of mind.” Bruce sat up to fluff a throw pillow and leaned back down. “I think, in this day and age, we owe each other that before we become more serious.”

“Yeah, you’re right.”

“So come here, you.”

Jorry laid his head back down on Bruce’s chest, and Bruce watched him stare at the twinkling lights on the Christmas tree. He decided this was the best place ever to be and he never wanted to leave it.

Chapter Ten

For some strange reason, Jorry knew he was having a weird dream. From somewhere, he heard a door slam, a chorus of voices, and with it, the stamping of boots and the patter of little dog feet.

“Yoo-hoo? Anyone home?”

“Daddy? We let ourselves in.”

Jorry snuggled deeper into his pillow. Why would he be dreaming of females and dogs?

“Dear, are you here?”

“Mom, he’s probably still sleep— Oh, shit!”

A gasp, a cough, and a snicker filtered into the room with the daylight. Dogs started licking Jorry’s face.

“I’m scarred for life,” a familiar male voice intoned.

“You? What about me? I really didn’t need to see that,” said an equally familiar female voice.

“It makes my day.”

“Eeeww. Mother,” the male and female voice said in unison.

Oh no!
It dawned on Jorry who was in the house.

Jerking up, he blinked his eyes and grabbed the nearest pillow to hide his crotch. Bruce was still sleeping, naked and unaware Gail, Kelley, and Kerri, in their winter coats, were standing in the archway of the living room.

“Bruce. Wake up.”

Bruce smiled sleepily and reached for Jorry. “Come here so we can have an instant replay of last night.”

Jorry threw a pillow on top of the naked form next to him. “Bruce, stop it. Your family is here.”

“What?”

Kerri shielded her eyes. “We’ll discreetly step into the kitchen.”

“You go.” Gail held her ground. “I’m enjoying the view.”

“Come on, Mother.” Kelley grabbed her by the elbow. “You’re embarrassing Bill.”

Bruce woke quickly, jumped up, and threw on his pants.

“Bill, hell. He’s still outside,” Gail said. “Besides, if he’s gonna be a part of this family, he ought to get used to things like this.” Reluctantly, she followed her son.

“Where are my clothes?” Jorry looked around. He vaguely remembered them being ripped off and tossed about the night before.

“No time. Here, wear this.” Bruce tossed his sperm-crusted shirt to Jorry.

“It has dried cum on it.”

“It’s better than nothing.”

Jorry twisted his face as he put on the dirty garment.

“Are you decent?” Gail asked from the kitchen.

“Yes,” Bruce grumbled.

When Gail, Kelley, and Kerri walked back in, Kerri was glowing several shades of red. “Daddy. How could you?”

Bruce puffed up. “Last time I checked, this is my house and I do what I want. Besides, you guys weren’t due for another couple of days.”

“I must have forgotten to tell you,” Gail said.

“How convenient,” Bruce uttered. He then opened his arms up to hug and kiss his children. “Good to see you.”

“It’s good to see you too,” Kelley said. “Well, certain parts I could have done without.”

Jorry stepped up behind Bruce. “Hi,” he said meekly.

“Dude! You should have told us you and the old man have something going on.” Kelley slapped Jorry across the shoulders in a friendly gesture.

“For real,” Kerri said, kissing Jorry on the cheek. “We wouldn’t have used our keys to let ourselves in.”