The next few weeks were difficult; we held to our promise to date but not give in to any anal fun. Avoiding anal activities was not difficult since we had barely any free time.
Ethan started his job and discovered that his department was in complete disarray. He was working twelve to fourteen hour days. So we got to see one another for dinner, a little snuggle time, a kiss good-bye, and then he went home to sleep.
I spent my day getting my apartment put together; my dad and I rented a U-Haul and retrieved my things. We unloaded everything into the garage so we could get the UHaul back to the dealer; then the rains began. My stuff was stuck in the garage.
While the sky let loose, I traveled to look at office space. I knew I didn’t have to take just anything, so I was looking for the perfect space. While I was still looking, I was contacted to draw up a will and two powers of attorney, so I wasn’t completely destitute. The week before Christmas, I was contacted by Mr. Murphy, a lawyer in his late 80s who still kept his office on the corner of Brown Avenue and 3rd Street. He told me that he hadn’t done any real lawyering in years, and he wanted to know if I would like to buy his building. He told me it would be owner-financed, and he was more interested in having another lawyer take the place than making money on it. He told me he would sell it to me for $12K, the price he had paid for it, and I could take 10 years to pay him at zero percent.
I met Mr. Murphy there that afternoon. I couldn’t believe my luck. The building was in great shape. The offices inside were clean although a little out-dated. He had an old IBM PC in his office and two Selectric Typewriters that worked. I’d scored a jackpot. My father joined us a little later. He told Mr. Murphy that as a gift to me, he wanted me to start as debt-free as possible. Mr. Murphy agreed to sell me the place for 12K cash. I went to the title company and initiated a title search. I could occupy the building immediately and by the new year, all the paperwork would be filed.
It took me to Christmas Eve to get everything the way I wanted. Ethan was working a half-day, and I planned to have him meet me at the office with some chicken tenders waiting for us. The Chicken Place was just up the street, so I decided to walk. It was just a little chilly, so I took a jacket. I was on my way back when I noticed an unfamiliar car parked in front of my new place with someone in the front seat. As I got nearer, I saw Elliot Hart get out of the car.
I’m not sure why, but I got angry. He walked up to me. “Jeff, it’s been a long time.”
I took a breath. “Yes, it has. Have you been doing OK?”
“Doesn’t Ethan keep you filled in?” He sounded angry.
“I don’t talk about you with Ethan. He’s been so busy that we barely have time to talk about ourselves. So, have you been doing OK?”
“Cut the shit, Jeff. I know what you’re doing?”
“And that is?” I asked.
“You couldn’t have me, so you went after Ethan. Tell me, do you call out my name while he’s fucking you.”
“I don’t even think about you. I haven’t in years.”
“But you’ve thought about my brother?”
“Yes. I have. Since two days after Thanksgiving and every day since. He’s an awesome human being, and I think about him all day long. I wonder what he’s doing and what I can do to make him smile. I think about what it felt like when he kissed me good-bye, and I’m wondering what all that has to do with you.”
“I love my brother.”
“And I’m falling in love with your brother.”
“You told me once that you loved me.”
“That was different. I was different.”
“You’re not in love with me?”
“No, Elliot, I’m not.”
Elliot’s demeanor changed. “I’m glad. Ethan deserves someone who loves him for him. I just needed to make sure.”
“You could have asked me,” I responded.
“I just did,” Elliot replied. “My mother told me today that she knows that Ethan is serious about you; I needed to know.” He got back in the car and drove off. I stood there watching his car disappear.
A voice startled me. “Are you letting the chicken get cold?”
I turned and looked into Ethan’s eyes. “Yeah. I am.”
“Jeff? What’s wrong?”
“I love you, Ethan Hart.”
“Well, it’s about time you realized that. Let’s go in and have some chicken. I want to see this office I’ve had to pretend I knew nothing about.” He laughed.
After eating, we snuggled on the old leather couch in my office. “I’ve got a surprise for you.”
“Yeah? What is it?”
“It’s in the trunk of my car. It’s for the apartment.”
“What is it, Shorty?” I demanded.
“It’s a surprise. You’ll see it once we’re there.”
I kissed him. “Then let’s go.”
We got up and headed to our cars. I had the leftover chicken in a bag. We got to my house in less than ten minutes.
“I’ll bring the surprise down,” Ethan advised me.
I took the exterior steps down to my apartment and put the chicken in the refrigerator and turned to see Ethan bringing in a large box. He put it in front of the wall next to the TV. “There’s more, I’ll be back. Stay away from the box.”
“Yes, sir,” I answered.
A few moments later, he brought in several bags.
“You’re going to explain this, right?” I asked.
He put the bags down, put his hands on my shoulders. “It’s our first Christmas tree.” He kissed my forehead and went over to open the box. “I couldn’t decide on the color, and your comments are so ambivalent that I didn’t know if you preferred white or multicolor.
“I think that Jesus appreciates both.”
“And then you talked about blue having replaced purple as the church season color, so I bought a tree that can do all those colors, and you can change it with your phone.”
“That sounds expensive, Shortstuff.”
He looked up at me. “It’s our first Christmas.”
“And I love you,” I told him.
His eyes misted up. “You can’t tell me that until we get the tree up. Oh fuck. Tears ran down his face. I’m so in love with you.” He stood up and hugged me. “Will you help me get the tree up and then make love to me under the lights?”
“Anything you ask,” I told him.
We snapped the tree together, and I was fluffing the branches when Ethan came out of the bathroom with a beach towel. He disappeared again and came back with a small black bottle and turned off the room lights.
“It’s already beautiful, and we haven’t put any ornaments or anything on it,” I said.
“I only bought the garland. I think we should buy ornaments together that mean something.” He leaned in and kissed me.
His hand ran over my chest. I felt my nipples perk up even though they were covered by my t-shirt and polo. His kisses were deeper, and he pulled me closer to him before unbuttoning his shirt and throwing it on the other side of the tree. The lights on the tree cycled to multi-color random blinking. They reflected in Ethan’s eyes and drew me in. His hands moved to my belt, and after unbuckling it, it pulled it from its loops and dropped it behind him.
Taking a deep breath, I pulled my shirts over my head, and we faced each other bare-chested. While his fingers worked my zipper, his tongue moved from my mouth to my nipples and back again. He played with my chest before, but this time was more intense. I felt my pants get pushed down, and he kissed down to my stomach and abs as he got me to lift my legs to remove them completely.
Once I stood only in my underwear, I pushed him down onto the towel and then onto his back. I proceeded to get him entirely naked. For the first time, I saw his manhood, half erect. I touched it, squeezed it, rubbed it between my thumb and index finger. It filled and stood a hard shaft over seven inches long. His balls inside a loose sack invited me. He certainly didn’t fit the name I had chosen for him.
I lowered my face and licked the shaft from base to tip. He shuddered and moaned in response. I used my hand to lift a testicle to my lips and I sucked it into my mouth. It barely fit, but the sensation was so pleasurable to me that I pushed it out with my tongue and then sucked it back in.
A drawn-out ‘fuck’ from Ethan told me I was doing OK. I moved back up and kissed his chin. He did a playful bite on my chin, and I felt a surge of hardness between my legs. I pulled my head back, and I saw the lights reflected again in his eyes.
Ethan lifted his hand and touched my temple. “I love you, Jeff Monroe.” I kissed him again and then moved again to suck his dick. I slid my lips up and down. Spittle ran down the sides of his shaft, and I used my finger to move it to his ass crack where I lubricated his hole.
“Shit,” said Ethan. “Fuck, Jeff. You’re going to make me come.” He grabbed my head and emptied his balls into my mouth. Unlike mine, his cum was thin and only slightly salty. I swallowed what he had given me.
“Wow, that was a lot,” I said as I slipped a finger into him. He gasped.
“More, do it again,” he pleaded as I moved my finger in and out of his tight hole. I could feel my cock get harder. Ethan wrapped his fingers around my erection. I heard the snap of the lid of the lubricant as he opened it. A squirt from the bottle gave enough to lube both my dick and his hole. Ethan looked at me and raised his eyebrows. The look on his face begged me to push inside him.
I rubbed the head of my cock against his pucker. He sucked air in sharply. “I love you,” I whispered, and I pushed.
His hole resisted me, and my dick slipped down. Ethan moved his knees farther apart. The glow of the lights on his body changed as they randomly flashed. I pulled my dick up, and the head slipped into him.
“Oh, fuck, Jeff,” he whimpered. “I feel you in me. Your dick is huge. You’re fucking huge, man. I love you so much.”
I leaned in to kiss him, and my cock slid farther inside him.
“Don’t move. Let me catch my breath.” I felt him lock his ankles behind me. “Show me how much you love me.”
I began to rock back and forth. His tunnel held my dick tightly as I pushed in and pulled out. Both of us moaned at the pleasure of it. I wrapped my arms to his shoulders and pulled his face close enough to kiss as we moved together as one.
Ethan’s moans would occasionally resemble a squeak, and that would cause my dick to throb and pitch up. I could tell I was getting close to a release, but I didn’t want to stop.
I heard a whisper. “I want you to fill me.”
His desire set me off. I came hard with two forceful thrusts. I lay on top of him, my penis still inside him, breathing heavily. I looked into his eyes and saw his desire.
I simply said, “Yes.” I moved to my side and he slipped from under me.
“Stay face down.”
As I lay there, I felt him move my cheeks apart and bury his face in my crack. His tongue circled my hole. I felt my eyelids flutter, and my eyes rolled back into my head. I didn’t want the sensation to stop. I felt a cold liquid across my back.
“Sorry babe, the bottle was upside down.”
I laughed, and he squirted some lube around my hole and wiped up the lube from my back. I heard the wet sound of his lubing his dick and then felt the pressure as he pushed it down and in.
I took a breath and relaxed. He pushed his shaft into me as I pushed to meet him, and he slipped right inside. The friction against my prostate made me gasp, and I started to flex my hips to fuck him with my manhole.
He responded in kind and put me in paradise. Each thrust of his cock was ecstasy, and we fucked in that position for several minutes before I heard a grunt that told me he was coming. I felt an incredible pressure build within me as his grunts and thrusts vibrated through me.
With a huge exhale, Ethan slid out and to the side of me. “I love you forever,” he said.
I kissed him. “I love you, too.” I felt his cum drip from my ass. “There’s only one problem I see here,” I told him.
Even in the dim light of the tree, I could see his face get serious. “What?”
“After having that monster inside me, I’m going to have to get a better nickname for you. That thing is anything but short.”
Ethan looked at me with his eyebrows pulled together. “But I like it when you call me shorty.”
-The End-
