Ed smiled and hugged her. “Mind? He’s my son. Of course I’ll stay with him.
You just go and have all the fun you want. You deserve it. I have an even better idea for
Noah.” Then he jogged over to the car where the others were waiting and said, “Noah,
Lisa and Joel are going to walk around town. How would you like to come back home
with me and camp out for the night? We’ll get Tucker on the way.”
Noah smiled and jumped up and down. “Can Jonathan come, too?” he asked. “We
can all camp out in the living room.”
“Ah well,” Ed said. “It’s up to Jonathan if he wants to come back with us. He
might not want to sleep on the living room floor.”
Jonathan stood there staring at Ed. Noah tugged on his sleeve and said, “Please,
Jonathan? We’ll have fun. C’mon.”
Ed smirked at Jonathan and tilted his head to the side. Jonathan looked down at Noah and said, “I’m not sure, buddy. Can I light a fire
and plug in the Christmas tree?”
Noah looked at Ed for permission, and Ed nodded yes.
“Then let’s go get Tucker,” Jonathan said. “I have a feeling he’s going to love
this.”
Chapter Eleven
The day before Christmas Eve, Jonathan woke up an hour early and drove to Ed’s
house before the film crew and the construction workers arrived. It was a cool and rainy
Tuesday morning. There was a light mist in the air and the sun hadn’t fully risen yet.
Jonathan and Ed hadn’t been together since Friday, and that had only been a quick
blow job for Ed when the workers left for lunch. On Saturday they spent the night
camping out with Noah and Tucker on the living room floor, on Sunday they took Noah
to the zoo because Lisa was still with Joel at the hotel, and on Monday construction ran
into overtime and didn’t end until ten o’clock at night. There had been a problem with the
installation of a bathtub in the second-floor guest bathroom. The antique ball and
clawfoot tub didn’t fit and Ed had another tantrum. They had to rebuild the wall behind
the tub, because Ed had insisted on that particular tub. It was great for the TV show,
though: you couldn’t predict what would happen next with old houses.
So Jonathan decided to surprise Ed in bed that morning before everyone arrived
for work. He knew it might be the last time they could be together for a while. Noah’s
Christmas show was that night, and the next day Noah was off from school until after
New Year’s.
He pulled into the driveway and switched off the engine. He got out of the car
slowly, closing the door with a small click. He crossed to the garage door and found the
hidden house key. It was under a large rock beside a round boxwood bush, where Ed had
showed him one afternoon when he’d picked Noah up from school. Then he slipped in through the back door and crept up the back staircase. He was planning to knock on the
bedroom door first. He didn’t want Ed to think someone had broken into the house.
The house was dark and quiet. When he reached the master bedroom, he removed
all his clothes and left them in a heap beside the door. He stepped into the room on the
tips of his toes and saw the bed was empty. He turned and noticed the bathroom door was
shut. There was a sound of running water. Ed was taking a shower; he probably hadn’t
slept all night. Jonathan decided not to surprise him in the bathroom and scare him to
death, so he crossed to a desk in the corner of the room and found a notepad and a pen. In
bold print he wrote, “Come back to bed!!” Then he slipped the note under the bathroom
door and climbed into Ed’s bed.
The bed was still warm; the pillows smelled like Ed’s spicy deodorant and
woodsy hair product. He buried his face in Ed’s pillow and took a deep breath. He’d
never met a man with such a distinct smell. It was the cologne and deodorant mixed with
his own body oils, creating an individual aroma all its own. It reminded Jonathan of
allspice and cedar and burning leaves in the fall.
A minute later, the water stopped running and he heard the shower door slam shut.
There was a moment of silence, and then the bathroom door opened and Ed stepped into
the bedroom. He had a black bath towel around his neck and his body was dripping with
water. He was holding the note in his left hand and scratching his penis with the right.
“Oh, Jonathan, it’s you,” he said.
Jonathan pulled the covers back, exposing half of his naked body, and said, “Were
you expecting someone else?” “Yeah, Bill the plumber,” he said. He walked toward the bed and smiled. Bill the
plumber was about three hundred pounds and wore his jeans below his waist. Whenever
he bent over to pick up a tool, everyone nearby saw the crack of his ass.
“Sorry,” Jonathan said, spreading his legs wider. “It’s just me.”
Ed pulled the towel off his neck and started to rub his wet head. “I’m glad I didn’t
jerk off in the shower this morning,” he said.
“Don’t do that,” Jonathan said. “Don’t dry your hair or anything else. You look
good all wet.” Jonathan was one of those guys who trimmed their pubic hairs and shaved
their bodies regularly. But Ed wasn’t. The sandy blond patch of hair above his penis was
soaked with water and matted down, and the hair on his legs stuck to his skin. He wasn’t
a hairy man at all, but the hair he had was in all the right places.
Ed dropped the towel and climbed up on the bed. He pulled the covers off
Jonathan and lifted his right leg over his naked body. He remained on his knees. He was
smiling and his penis was almost completely erect. When he rested his weight on his
hands and bent forward to kiss him, a drop of water fell on Jonathan’s cheek. Ed licked it
off, then shoved his tongue into Jonathan’s mouth.
While they kissed, Jonathan grabbed Ed’s penis with one hand and held the back
of his wet head with the other. His thick hair was slippery and cold, but his wide penis
was warm and hot. Jonathan jerked it up and down with slow, careful pulls. The tighter
he held it in his palm, the deeper Ed’s tongue went into his mouth.
Then Ed pressed his wet body against Jonathan. He went down hard and wrapped
his strong arms around him. Jonathan wrapped his arms around Ed’s neck and spread his
legs as wide as they would go. Ed felt different that morning: stronger and sharper. His movements were calculated and connected. When they rolled back and forth on the
mattress and kissed, he pressed his palm against the small of Jonathan’s back with such
force, Jonathan felt completely overpowered. When he grabbed Jonathan’s ass hard and
spread it apart, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. Jonathan felt both helpless and
protected in his strapping arms. The rougher Ed handled him, the more he wanted to
submit.
Ed had always been aggressive with him. But this time it was different. This time
it felt as if Ed was purposely taking control—without asking for permission. And
Jonathan didn’t want him to stop. He could have remained on his back all day, kissing
Ed’s lips and squeezing the muscles in his arms.
When Ed finally did stop kissing him, he said, “Get up on your knees and spread
your legs.” Jonathan grabbed his hand and followed his directions. Ed’s voice even
sounded different. It had a deep, dark tone Jonathan hadn’t heard before.
When Jonathan arched his back, Ed grabbed both sides of his ass and buried his
face in the trenches. It happened so unexpectedly fast, Jonathan moaned out loud. His
eyes opened wide and his head went back. Ed started to lick and chew the lips of his
opening. Jonathan swallowed and gasped for air. He clutched the sheets to keep his
balance.
But it was futile for him to fight such a strong force. Ed’s face pushed into his ass
so hard that Jonathan wound up flat on his stomach, facing the foot of the bed. Ed only
lifted his head to take deep breaths. He continued to chew and lick; he squeezed and
massaged Jonathan’s ass cheeks until he thought they turned red. Then, just when Jonathan thought it couldn’t get any better, Ed stuck his tongue into Jonathan’s body and
rolled it in circles.
When he finally stopped, Jonathan’s ass was numb with pleasure and his body
vibrated with pre-orgasmic sensations. “Are you ready for more?” Ed asked.
“Uh-huh,” Jonathan said, nodding his head up and down at the foot of the bed.
Ed stretched across the bed and pulled a tube of lubricant from the nightstand. He
lathered his erection fast, then coated Jonathan’s opening. He shoved two fingers into his
hole and poked them around a few times to make sure it was slick. Jonathan closed his
eyes and moaned again. Then Ed pulled his fingers out and shoved his penis inside
Jonathan’s body with one hard, deep thrust.
“Ah,” Ed sighed, “this is my favorite position. Is it okay like this?”
Jonathan nodded yes. He could barely open his mouth to speak. “Yes. Don’t
stop,” he said. This was Jonathan’s favorite position, too. He didn’t have to do anything
but lie there and concentrate on tightening his sphincter muscle while Ed nailed him to
the mattress.
Ed assumed a position that looked as if he were going to do pushups on
Jonathan’s back, then started bucking his hips and sliding his penis in and out of
Jonathan’s body. Ed supported the weight of his upper body with his arms and locked his
elbows tight. His large hands made deep indentations in the mattress and the sheets
gathered at his fingertips. The only part of Ed’s body that moved was his pelvis. It rocked
and hammered with a constant rhythm that increased with speed and intensity.
Fifteen minutes later, while the mattress bounced and Jonathan’s head jerked up
and down, Ed groaned and said, “I’m close, man.” Jonathan spread his legs wider. He bent his legs at the knee and his calves went
up. His own penis was rubbing against the sheets and Ed’s penis was hitting his most
sensitive spot, a deep place inside his body that rocked his world. His orgasm had been
building from the minute Ed had entered him. “Me too,” he shouted. “Harder, Ed.” Then
he curled his toes and bit the sheets.
They climaxed together, and Jonathan never touched his own erection once.
When Ed’s penis erupted, something deep in Jonathan’s body jumped and he came all
over the sheets beneath him. It wasn’t something that happened to Jonathan often.
Ed remained inside. He fell on Jonathan’s back and kissed the nape of his neck.
“Damn,” he said, “that was intense.”
Jonathan sighed and stretched his arms over the end of the bed. His body was still
filled with Ed’s penis and his own strong post-orgasmic sensations. “I’m glad I came
over here this morning,” he said.
Ed was rocking his hips in slow circles now. “I’m glad you did, too. I’ve been
dying to sink my teeth into that ass.”
“Then why didn’t you do it sooner?” Jonathan asked. He turned to look back at
Ed.
Ed shrugged. “I can get kind of rough sometimes. I didn’t want to scare you away,
I guess.”
Jonathan clamped down on Ed’s semi-erect penis so it wouldn’t slide out. He
gripped it so hard Ed’s head jerked to the left. Ed’s voice sounded innocent now, almost
apologetic. So Jonathan smiled and said, “You’re an excellent lover, Ed. The best I’ve
ever known.” Ed tilted his head and made a face. “Really?”
But Jonathan didn’t have a chance to answer. There was a loud knock on the front
door and Ed turned to see what time it was. It was after eight and the workers were
coming in to lay marble in one of the second-floor bathrooms.
Jonathan released his grip and Ed slid out of his body. Ed jumped off his back and
said, “I’ll go wash up and get dressed fast, then I’ll go down and stall them until you
come down.”
Jonathan smiled and stretched his legs. “Okay,” he said.
Ed stood up and said, “And stop looking that way.”
“What way?”
“As if you just got fucked,” Ed said. “It’s all over your face. You always have a
ridiculous expression after you’ve been fucked.”
Jonathan forced a frown and said, “How’s this?”
Ed put his hands on his hips and shook his head. “Not very convincing. You still
look like you just got nailed.”
He looked at Ed and stared between his legs. “Well, this is the best I can do.”
* * * *
That night Noah sang his solo in the Christmas show. A classmate of his, Katie
Lungwort, fawned over him on the way out to the parking lot. “You were just wonderful,
Noah,” she said. “You were better than everyone else.” She had long blond hair, bright
