Gerry

"Look at you with the beard!" My mother exclaimed. "Just like your father. You're looking more like him every day. And Gerry, you look as handsome as ever! Give me a hug." She said, sliding past me, and wrapping her arms around Gerry. We were back at my parents for Christmas break. This time Gerry was eager to visit.

Once all the hugs were out of the way, my father said excitedly, "Come with me guys, I have something to show you." And led us down the hallway to my room. "Since Thanksgiving we've done a little redecorating."

I was in shock. My room was completely changed. The furniture had all been replaced and my things were gone. It was like I never existed.

"We thought we should make this room comfortable for both of you, so we got a bigger bed. This way you two can sleep together, up here. No one has to be downstairs on the couch." He said proudly.

I was still too shocked to speak. Gerry glanced at me, smiled, then jumped in, "Thank you Mr C. I don't know what to say...this is so thoughtful... so kind. Thank you."

I recovered enough to ask, "What happened to my stuff?"

"Oh it's in the basement, in boxes. Don't worry it's all there, every bit of it." My father said. "We just thought this made better sense for us now... as a family."

Sitting on the dresser was the photo of the four of us, taken at the restaurant after Thanksgiving.

I looked at Gerry, tearing up, overcome with emotion. My father, so proud of himself, so accepting of us. I knew I was being selfish, upset because it wasn't all about me.

"Dad," I managed. "Thanks." Giving him a hug, and tearing up myself.

"Thank your mother too. This was her idea. I just helped make it happen. Now let's get your stuff so you can get settled in." My father said as he left the room, in pursuit of our backpacks and bags.

Once he was gone, Gerry gave me a quick hug. "Your parents... " he said. "They're amazing."

"Well, like it or not, they seem to be your parents now too," I replied, with a kiss on his lips.

"I like it," he said, kissing back. "And that sexy scratchy beard of yours, and that cute butt of yours, and that big cock."

"Stop," I interrupted him. "Later."

"Promises, promises," he teased, with one last kiss.

The next morning at breakfast, I was still asleep at the table. I didn't get any sleep the night before. It wasn't the bed. That was fine. It was Gerry. All night long I could feel him, curled up behind me. I'd fall asleep, then minutes later, wake up with his stiff cock poking against my butt. Neither the thin fabric of the loose boxer shorts that he slept in, nor my flimsy underwear were any help at all. The worst part, was that I wanted to have Gerry slide right in and fuck me. But the house was old and the walls thin, my parents bedroom was just next door. I half suspected that Gerry was doing it all on purpose, playing with me, knowing that I didn't want to have sex at my parent's house.

"How was the new bed?" My mom asked.

"Just fine," Gerry replied. "Really nice."

"Oh that's good, I was afraid it might be too hard."

I shot Gerry an unmistakable look, that clearly said don't go there. He gave me a devilish little smile, then made a frowny face. Fortunately for him, he didn't say another word. I could tell I was going to need more coffee, much more, to make it through the day.

"This morning I need to split some wood and load it up in the truck for old man Tomlinson." My father announced. "I usually drop some off for him as a Christmas present."

"We'd be glad to help," Gerry replied, a little too upbeat for my liking. Besides, what was wrong with taking it easy, especially after last night. Of course, this was typical Gerry, always eager to get what he wants. Making a good impression on my dad and spending time with him, was just the sort of thing that would appeal to him. Personally, I had split enough wood over the years to last a lifetime, a very long lifetime.

"Yeah, sounds like fun," I added, trying not to sound too sarcastic.

It was a cold day, but sunny. Dad gave Gerry a quick demonstration on splitting wood, just as he had done for me years ago. Then he gave Gerry an axe and moved in behind him, helping him with his grip and walking him through the technique. Very hands on, perhaps a bit too hands on for my liking. Predictably, neither of them seemed to mind. Soon they each had an axe and started chopping, slowly at first, but gradually increasing the pace, trying to out do each other, competing man to man. I had to scurry to keep up, collecting the split wood and loading the truck, trying my best to ignore their silly macho competition.

Before long, their flannel shirts were off and they were chopping in their t-shirts, clinging tightly to their bodies. My dad wearing a classic white crew neck, Gerry with a gray tank top. Tight jeans and work boots on booth of them completed the lumberjack look. I had to admit, they both looked good. Dad's body was fit and lean. Gerry, with his superhero body. Occasionally my dad would stop to watch him chop, pretending to rest, while eyeing his physique. Every now and then Gerry would give me a wink, and lift up his shirt to expose a little bit of chiseled stomach. He probably figured it would turn me on, and it did. He could be such a tease.

"You're great with the axe, and stamina too," Gerry commented to my dad, while he took a breather to catch his breath. "You've got a nice technique."

"It's all in the hips," my dad shot back, emphasizing the motion of his hips as he chopped. Thrusting, sexual and suggestive. A grin on his face.

Gerry was eating it up. I was quickly becoming annoyed with both of them.

"With your strength, you could chop steel beams and make it look easy," my dad said to Gerry in return. "Hardly a fair competition."

"In high school I was tired of getting beat up," Gerry explained. "Started working out so I could defend myself."

"Well you did a fine job," my father said, with admiration.

"Thanks Mr C," Gerry managed, in an embarrassed sort of way. Then added, "Now the only one that bullies me is Aaron."

"Not true!" I blurted out. "So, not true. Don't listen to him."

"I put up with it though," Gerry went on. "He's got one or two other qualities that make it all worthwhile."

"I haven't noticed any," my dad said dryly.

"Oh please. If I get my hands on an axe, you better start running." I threatened jokingly, "Both of you." We laughed, as they pretended to be frightened.

Finally we were done. The wood was split, and the truck loaded.

"I'll go in and check on mom and lunch," I offered. Leaving the two of them to admire their work, and each other.

In the kitchen mom already had everything ready. Diligent and prepared as always.

"Your dad's taken quite a shine to Gerry," she said.

"I hadn't noticed," I replied sarcastically.

"Your father and I always planned on having more children. We wanted a big family. For whatever reason, it just never worked out." I had never heard her say that before. "You know your dad, he's a good man. His heart is big enough for the both of you."

I suppose she was right.

That night, Gerry climbed in to bed wearing his loose boxers, and curled up behind me, grinding into me, ever so softly. I felt his cock growing hard, wedged up against my ass. It felt good, but I wasn't going to play that game, at least not tonight.

"I have a better idea, why don't you roll over, let me see what I've been missing," I insisted. Gerry played along, we rolled onto our sides, my groin snuggled up to his ass, my hand resting on his hip, my chest up against his back.

As we laid there, I whispered into Gerry's ear, "Mom said that since Thanksgiving, dad's been going to the gym. Working out, like he used to when he was younger."

"Really?" Gerry murmured as I gently rocked against him, my cock sliding along his ass.

"He's bought new tight fitting clothes," I continued. Then added for a bit of fun "And new underwear too. Very sexy stuff that shows off his great big bulge." I figured that would get a rise out of Gerry, as I kept grinding against him.

After a few moments Gerry responded, "You're a naughty tease. That's what you are."

Well, maybe I was.

"She said he wants to take you to the gym, so you two can work out together. Take a shower together. Soap each other up." I reached around and ran my hand along Gerry's cock. Definitely hard and liking what it was hearing.

"Umm, I should probably tell you, that after we were done chopping wood and you went into the house, your dad and I went into the shed, and gave each other hand jobs. Man his cock is big. Maybe not as big as yours. But close. And the way he worked his hand..."

I quit grinding. Gerry could be such a prick.

"I hate you," I whispered.

"I hate you too," Gerry replied, kiddingly.

"Goodnight," I said, reluctantly. Disappointed I couldn't get the better of him, but looking forward to some rest. It had been a long day. I gave him a tender kiss on his shoulder.

"Sweet dreams," Gerry answered back, with a wiggle of his ass against my big cock. I could tell it was going to be another long night.

The next morning I woke up with Gerry curled up behind me, naked. His cock pressed up against my ass. His right hand gently sliding back and forth across the top of my hip, toying with the waistband of my underwear. It was light out, too light, and the house was quiet.

Gerry whispered, "Good morning," into my ear as he felt me stir. He smelled good, soapy and clean.

"Did you take a shower already?"

"Yep."

"What time is it?" I asked.

"Late."

"Why didn't you wake me up earlier?"

"You seemed so peaceful, sleeping so deeply. I figured you could use the rest." He explained, as he kept working his hand along my hip, tugging on the waistband, arousing me, making me grow hard. "It's a perfect morning for sex."

"Yeah, but my parents..."

"They're not here." Gerry interrupted.

"They're not?"

"No, they took the wood over to Mr Tomlinson, then they were going to do some shopping in town, and ride out to the butcher's to pick some things up for Christmas, and there might have been one or two other errands. Anyway, they said they'd be back later this afternoon."

"How do you know all this?" I asked.

"They told me yesterday, and asked me to let you know."

"And you didn't tell me?" I was getting irritated.

"I'm telling you now." Gerry whispered as he pressed his hard cock against my ass, and reached around, tickling the length of my stiff cock through my briefs. The fabric stretched to its limits. "It's a perfect morning for sex," he repeated.

I was mad at Gerry, but my body wasn't. My cock was hard, too big for my briefs, starting to poke out, exposed and craving attention. My ass was rocking in rhythm to his thrusts. My breathing was heavy. I knew there was only one way to resolve this.

"Are you sure they're gone?"

"Yes," he answered with a kiss against my neck. "After I took my shower, I ran around the house naked, just to make sure." His hand now wrapped around the top half of my cock shaft. My briefs wedged up my ass, his cock grinding into my cheeks.

"OK, maybe," I said, reluctantly.

"Maybe yes?" He murmured, knowing the more he worked me, the less likely I would be able to resist. He certainly knew how to get what he wanted, and my body was his willing accomplice.

"You know what would be really fun?" Gerry asked in a quiet voice. "If you were to put on your father's flannel shirt and t-shirt from yesterday. Oh, and his sweaty underwear too. That would be so sexy. Grrrr."

"And I suppose you'd also want to do this in their bed? Is that going to be your next request?" I played along.

"Now that would be just downright kinky. What kind of guy do you think I am." He whispered as our bodies pressed together. His hard cock still grinding against my ass. My big cock dripping precum as he stroked it.

"Do you really want me to answer that?" I teased.

"How about I show you," he whispered, as he positioned himself over me, on all fours, his head at my crotch, his big balls and cock in my face. I could feel his tongue dart across the tip of my cock, tasting my precum. His moans letting me know how much he enjoyed it.

My body shuddered as I lifted my head up and started licking his balls, heavy and full. His firm cock dangling down, brushing against my chin and beard. At the other end, Gerry had both hands wrapped around my cock shaft, one atop the other. His lips wrapped around my cock head. His tongue swirling, exploring, tickling.

"My ass, you know I love it when you work my ass," he encouraged me, as he moved forward slightly his puckered hole now right in front of my face. I didn't need any encouragement, I loved working his ass. Those wrinkled lips, that sensitive pinkness. He smelled sweet and soapy. I used both hands to spread his muscular cheeks, clearing the way.

The first tease of my tongue, and his moans increased. Tender soft licks, swirls around his hole. Whispers of, "Oh fuck," as he continued pumping my cock with both hands. Nothing could stop me at this point, I was going to savage that hole, lick it, nibble it, force my tongue inside, maybe even slip a finger in. Worship it and make love to it.

The more I worked it, the more aggressive he became sucking and pumping my cock. It felt good, too good. I wanted to make this last as long as possible. I focused on his ass instead of my own pleasure, hoping for distraction.

I nibbled the tender skin, playing with him, teasing him. Then focused on the opening, sliding the tip of my tongue in and out, in subtle strokes, teasing him.

"Oh fuck, that beard. I love it, don't stop." He begged.

I pressed farther inside, as far as my tongue would go. My lips up against his. My nose smashed into his crack. Then hard thrusts, in and out. Opening him up, wet and sloppy. He couldn't stop mumbling and moaning. He was worked up, over taken with desire.

I inched a finger closer to his hole, just touching it, feeling the softness. I dipped it in spit, then repositioned it at the entrance, gently pressing forward. He didn't resist. Soon his sphincter gave way as my finger slipped in slightly, tenderly.

"Oh fuck!" He screamed as he fell forward. His upturned ass within reach, vulnerable and exposed, my finger still inside. I withdrew slightly, easing back in, the wetness and spit accommodating. In and out I probed, deeper and deeper until it was all the way in, bringing him pleasure, loud moaning pleasure.

I was enjoying this so much. Fingering the muscle stud. Listening to him moan, watching him squirm. After a couple of brief minutes, he surprised me by getting up and repositioning himself, straddling my chest, facing me, his hard cock pointing at my face, his ass nestled against my big cock.

"You're amazing," he said, "Everything about you." As he leaned down kissing me on the lips, passionately. My head was spinning as I kissed back, enjoying the embrace, the masculine roughness, the weight of his muscular body on top of me.

"You're more than amazing," I managed, between kisses.

He rocked back and forth on my stomach, pressing his balls into me. His cock leaving wet streaks on my skin. My big cock riding up and down his ass crack.

"I think if we lube up that big cock of yours, I can take it... in my ass," he whispered softly.

My cock pulsed. I had imagined this, from the first moment I met him, but never expected it. He was so straight. In the beginning he wouldn't even touch my cock. Now he was talking about riding it.

"Are you sure?" I asked, serious and respectful. "Because we don't have to..."

"Aaron," he responded. "I want it to be you, to be now, to be here." He leaned over for another kiss. "I think I can take it. I want to try. Just let me be on top, so I can control it."

"OK. You call the shots. Just let me know if it's too much."

Gerry got up off the bed, rummaged through his overnight bag, and found the lube. A smile on his face. Soon my big cock was covered in lube, and Gerry rubbed a good bit around his hole before climbing back on top of me.

With one hand holding my 10 inch cock in place, Gerry lined everything up. He closed his eyes leaned back, my cock head nestled up against his slippery hole.

"Just go slow," I cautioned, as I felt his slippery warm hole up against my cock head.

He pushed back, slow soft bounces as my cock head introduced itself to his hole. Then a more deliberate push, the head inching forward, pressing into him.

"Damn, that's big."

"Just relax, be patient," I offered.

"Maybe your dad's isn't so big," he said with grin.

"Be careful, or I might just shove the whole thing in, all the way," I shot back, smiling.

"I love when you talk dirty," he whispered, as he leaned forward, kissing me, rubbing his chin across my scratchy beard. I ran my hands over his ass as we kissed, feeling his muscular cheeks, my fingers gently probing his hole, making sure it was slippery, and adequately lubed.

He tried again, pushing back. This time the head made it in, slipping inside as he clamped down on my shaft. His legs tensed up.

"That's it. That's it baby. I'm in." I whispered.

He rocked gently back and forth, trying to relax, trying to take more in. His eyes were closed. All his focus on his stretched hole.

"Oh fuck you're big," he managed on an exhale.

Slowly, ever so slowly, his tightness eased, and more of my cock managed to find its way inside.

"You're doing great," I encouraged him, while still holding on to his ass cheeks. It kept going in further, several inches deep at this point.

Suddenly he jerked upright. "Oh fuck, I don't know what you hit, but...wow."

"Keep it there. Lean back. Grind back and forth, slowly. Let your body get used to the size. The pleasure." I instructed, while I took hold of his cock. Stroking it, slowly back and forth, up and down the shaft, around the head.

Tentative at first, but once he adjusted to the sensation, Gerry got into it, rocking and grinding. His hard cock still in my hand as I stroked it. Moans and heavy breaths coming from him. Reacting to this new experience.

"I don't know if I can take the whole thing. At least today, but it feels amazing, inside me." He reached down and tweaked my nipples, which was the wrong thing to do, as I bucked my hips involuntarily, sending another inch of cock into him, causing him to yelp, before I managed to slide it back out.

"You like that, do you?" Gerry said with a devilish grin. "You like fucking my ass?" As he began rocking back and forth, pleasuring himself.

"Uh huh," I nodded my head.

"That big cock of yours, finding its way deep inside, stretching me, claiming me like no one has before." He panted, really getting into it, smiling, as he pinched my nipples again, harder, causing me to buck my hips again. He rode back, aggressively, grinding into me, using me and my cock to pleasure himself, even though it was only half in. If that was all he could take today, that was more than fine with me.

I had never seen him so worked up. I started thrusting my hips as well. Contributing to the friction, the pleasure. My hand on his cock stroking harder, driving him to the edge. Fucking like animals.

I knew I couldn't last at this frenzied pace. He was too handsome, too passionate, too incredible. Fortunately, he couldn't last either. Without fanfare or warning, his cock started erupting. I could feel it explode in my hand. Cum shot over my chest, on my face, in my beard, everywhere. His ass gripping my cock with incredible force, as he kept riding back and forth, taking every thrust the way he wanted it, and in control.

As he slowed, coming down off his high. He whispered, "Oh my ass is going to hurt, but it was so worth it." I smiled as he bent down, his tongue tasting the cum on my face, kissing me. Then he whispered in my ear, "Pull out, I want you to shoot your load all over my ass, on my hole, then slide it back in. Make me yours."