"I think we should wait, Stephen."
"Don, they'll be totally cool with it. They might even think it's great news."
"But you can't be sure. Let's just wait till after the long drive. OK?"
"For Pete's sake, Don! They're my parents! I have to tell them. They've been very supportive with all of my previous relationships. I can't imagine they'll be any different now. Besides, my parents and I have always been open and honest with each other. I'm not going to wait, Don."
As they had done once before, Stephen's parents, Stan and Terri, picked us up on a Saturday morning in Waynesboro, VA. Stephen had no worries whatsoever about breaking our news to them, but I was nervous, unsure of how they would react. Gay marriage is not a topic one could bring up lightly; some reactions could be downright belligerent. But his parents were thrilled when he told them immediately after hugging them, and both began excitedly to contribute ideas for the wedding. It was the main topic of conversation during the drive from Waynesboro to Manassas, VA, where we stayed at their home for a week.
I enjoyed being in the home where Stephen grew up, seeing his little apartment above his parents' garage, with all the things he had accumulated--his trophies, martial arts paraphernalia, musical instruments, even his stack of bear porn magazines and DVD's--and pouring over all the photos his parents had taken of him. Stephen grinned and laughed as they shared stories--some quite embarrassing--about him over dinner. I laughed with him and was sorely tempted to kiss him.
As we fell into bed that first night in his apartment, he pinched my nipple and said reprovingly, "And you wanted to wait to tell them."
"I deserved that. I'm just not used to being ... gay."
"Still? I guess I'll have to help you along more."
He pushed me onto my back and climbed up my hairy chest. He shoved his long penis into my eager mouth and fucked my face. His cock was hard in my mouth, and he fucked me so aggressively. I was moaning, my body on fire with desire. I caressed his body. In the course of the 2000+ miles he had hiked, his short, buff physique had steadily shed lean body mass. He was too lean. I could see his protruding ribcage above my face, and his hard ass was now bony. Stephen often joked on the trail, "Have you seen my ass somewhere? It seems to have vanished." But his legs were huge and rock-hard, just like his cock at that moment.
I was in similar physical condition. He wasn't as anal about keeping track of his weight, but every pound I lost was a triumph worth celebrating. I was leaner and fitter than I've ever been in my adult life. The weight loss was costly as I had to regularly buy new hiking apparel; I couldn't simply cinch my belt tighter the way Stephen could. The costs were unimportant to me, though. I had money saved up, so I was free to celebrate and shop as needed.
Stephen climbed off me. We positioned ourselves on our sides. I took his cock in my mouth, and he took mine in his. My fingers slipped into his anus, and his into mine. We moaned heavily, loudly, sucking and finger-fucking with abandon, not caring if the noise carried into the main house. We forestalled our orgasms as long as we could, forcing our trembling bodies to let the pressure build. Stephen picked up his pace, and I followed suit. Our moans crescendoed. I felt as though my balls would blow up. My moans were amplified by my desperation: desperate to relief the pressure and desperate not to come before Stephen came. My legs were thrashing now. I could not control my mouth to continue sucking on his cock. Stephen rammed his cock down my throat, and it pulsed, spewing his creamy fluids down my gullet. I gagged trying to cry out in ecstatic release as my own cock blasted Stephen's throat.
"Ass up!" Stephen commanded, his voice deep and rough.
I got onto my knees and stuck my ass up, reaching back with my hands to spread my smooth buns apart. He spit onto my asshole and then homed in with his tongue. I moaned and ground my face into the mattress. I felt like an electrical storm was raging from my ass all the way up my spine, making me tremble and gasp. Stephen pulled back and rammed his fingers into me. His fingers dug around inside my cavity, pressing forward, stretching the hole wide, prodding my prostate. He withdrew his fingers and said, "Nice and clean. Gotta love that shower douche." He had pulled out his shower douche and shown me how to use it when we had come back to his apartment after dinner. Stephen spit on my hole one more time and then plugged me up with all eight inches of his cock.
"Oh, yes, fuck me, Stephen!" The old me would never say such a thing. My parents forbade foul language, and I had always been an obedient son. But I was a new man now. I wanted to be fucked; I had no scruples about it.
Stephen plowed me roughly, tenderizing the exterior of my ass with his palms as he tenderized the interior with his cock. I was in heaven, and it lasted a good while. When he was ready to shoot, he climbed completely onto my back, ramming his swelling cock all the way in. I roared into the mattress as he shot his load inside me and I shot mine into my cupped hand. He climbed off, and I rolled to my side. Stephen took my cupped hand in his and lifted it to his face. His eyes met mine as his tongue lapped at the shallow pool of semen in my hand. Whatever inhibitions I may have had evaporated completely. I scooted close to him and took his cock into my mouth. It was coated with a mixture of his come and my anal juices, but there was no brown shit on it, not even the smell of shit. Frankly, I didn't care that his cock was relatively clean. I would have sucked it no matter what. I sucked his cock clean and said, "I want more."
"My, aren't we being raunchy tonight." Stephen slapped my ass, climbed over my hips, shoved his cock back into my juicy ass, and then climbed over again, bringing his sodden cock to my mouth. "You're such a piggy!" he declared as I slurped the juices off his cock. He leaned over my side and pulled on the back of my thigh. I curled up into a fetal position, my ass big and round. He rummaged about in my ass with his fingers, then fed me his wet fingers. I mewled like a happy baby sucking on a mother's teat.
Stephen fucked me once more. This time he fucked me on my back with my thick, hairy legs up in the air, his grip strong on my ankles. I coated the soft black fur on my chest and belly with my white cream. He fed me my own semen with his fingers before he fed me his cock and his semen from my well-fucked hole.
He moved till we were face to face. We kissed, tasting each other. Stephen turned and curled up on his side, his smooth cheek on my outstretched arm, his back to my chest, my moist, diminishing cock against his bony ass. I wrapped an arm and a leg around him, holding him tight to me.
We slept late into the morning and arrived freshly showered but still groggy into his parents' kitchen.
"It's a wonder you got any sleep," Stan said to us.
"You mean it's a wonder we got any sleep," Terri corrected her husband.
"What are you going on about?" Stephen asked.
"You two! That's what! Moaning and moaning and moaning."
"Your father and I had to make our own moans to drown yours out."
Then the three of them broke down into hysterical fits of laughter, doubling over and clutching their guts when they weren't pointing at me. "Oh, Don, my poor bear! Your face is all red!" Stephen finally blurted out when his laughter subsided sufficiently.
"Don, as you can see, we're quite open about sex," Stan said, clarifying the obvious.
I smiled weakly at them, still uncomfortable and embarrassed. "I see," I said lamely.
"Oh, Don! You're so cute!" Stephen said and kissed me smack on the lips right in front of his parents. He wasn't making it any easier for me; but he was smiling broadly at me, and I couldn't help but smile back.
For the next few days, we took trips into the greater DC metropolitan area to visit some museums and monuments and meet up with some of his friends. Many of his friends were young, gay men like himself. A few of his friends actually flirted with me, to which Stephen declared, "He's all mine! You may look, but hands off!" His aggressive and possessive tone stirred something within me. It aroused me, sent titillating ripples down my back. Again, I smiled weakly, though this time I had to suppress an erection. The day before Thanksgiving, Stephen took me to Old Town Alexandria and introduced me to his former co-workers. On our way back to Manassas, we stopped in at George Mason University, where he had gone for his undergraduate.
The week ended with a tremendous Thanksgiving meal. I've never been very helpful in the kitchen, so I kept out of the way as Stephen and his parents cooked. They worked together harmoniously, communicating with simple words, gestures, or just a look. However busy he was, he never forgot me. He'd steal glances at me and smile. He'd come over to me with a spoon full of whatever they were making and say, "What d'you think?" My answer was always an appreciative "Delicious!"
His Aunt Lucy and her husband David arrived with their twin twelve-year-old daughters, Stephanie and Bethany. His grandparents on both sides of the family arrived shortly thereafter. Stephen would introduce me to them as his husband-to-be. His grandfather Dwight rolled his eyes at this and walked off without shaking my hand, but everyone else seemed genuinely pleased with our engagement. The food was extremely satisfying, and the conversations were jovial and energetic. Stephen and I ate as though we could pad our skins and bones with enough protein and fat all in one meal. Everyone at the table marveled as we ate and ate and ate. They called us "ravenous beasts" and "bottomless pits."
Stephen and I were fortunate to complete our thru-hike of the Appalachian Trail in time to celebrate Thanksgiving with his family. It was a chance to see him in his home environment, completely open and at ease with his family. My love for him grew.
