14. Ben
FOURTEEN
BEN
“What are you doing for Christmas?”
We had just finished showering together and Richard was drying off my chest.
I figured we’d just gone on a pretty serious date and it went well. We even met my uncles and despite Eli’s initial reaction – probably more surprise than disapproval – I thought now was a good enough time to ask.
“I’m…not sure yet. I don’t plan things like that in advance. I usually just see how I’m feeling.”
“Oh.”
Although he had just plowed me full of his seed only an hour before, Richard seemed like more of a planner than that. Maybe it was the holidays?
Shit. That’s it.
How could I not see it? Of course the holidays would be worse for him. Even after years.
“Sorry, I’m assuming you asked for a reason.” He wrapped the towel around me and pulled us together.
“I was curious if you wanted to come home with me…for Christmas. It was hard enough at Thanksgiving to not see you for that long.”
“Really?” Richard interrupted. “You missed me that much?”
“Wasn’t it obvious?” I looked him straight in the eyes. “I like spending time with you. I’m over here every weekend and it’s not just because I’m sleeping on my best friend’s couch. I want to be here.”
“You think your parents will be as cool with us as your uncles were?”
I rested my cheek against his hairy chest, breathing in the fresh scent of his body wash, and said, “If I know Gareth, he’s already trying to convince Eli to talk to my dad about it.”
“He’d tell your dad about us?”
“No, it would be more subtle than that. Maybe he’d mention something positive about how the age gap in his relationship has helped Gareth or something like that.”
“Has our age gap helped you?”
“Well, your experience”–I reached down to grab his shaft–“has certainly increased my pleasure.”
“That’s not quite what I meant.”
I let go of his cock and put my hand on his chest instead. “Your maturity makes me feel secure in us. I trust you not to break my heart.”
I hadn’t meant to say something so serious but it was too late now. I was falling for Richard and it would only make things better if he knew about my feelings.
“I wouldn’t do that to you,” he said, his chin rubbing into the top of my head as he talked. “I…we…are seeing where this goes.”
I knew that was his way of saying he was committed to me but it was still hard for him. To say things. To admit to himself that he could love again.
I wasn’t deluded enough to think that I was some magical twunk that was going to fix him. As if my butthole had magical, healing properties.
Richard had to figure out his own feelings. But I was cognizant enough that my support could help him through whatever he needed to work through. That, and my patience.
“If you think your parents would be okay with it, I would love to spend Christmas with you.”
“I got you an early Christmas present.”
“Really?”
I wondered what it could be. I hadn’t figured out what to get Richard yet and the clock was ticking.
“It’s on my bed.”
I couldn’t help it – I ran to his bedroom as he followed, trying to catch me. He leapt onto the bed and the little package in the middle bounced. I climbed onto the bed and picked it up to shake it.
“That’s not gonna work,” he said, pulling out his phone. “But this might.”
Suddenly, the present made a noise. A low-pitched thrumming. Like a…
“Is this a dildo?”
“Unwrap it and find out.”
“The Hush Two?”
It wasn’t a dildo, it was a butt plug. According to the packaging, a completely waterproof, app-controlled, wearable, and discreet butt plug. A “perfect anal play buddy” for at home, work, clubs, or any other public locations.
“I got you the large one. Figured it would be the most like me.”
“Of course you did.”
“Want to try it out?”
“Is this a Christmas present for you or for me?” I asked.
“Why can’t it be both? It’ll be the gift that keeps on giving…you orgasms.”
I started to unbutton my jeans.
“I’ll get your hole ready for you,” Richard said, reaching toward the nightstand for the lube.
“Just a little bit more. You can take it.”
I was pushing out as much as I could, trying to relax, but fuck, it sure felt a lot bigger than Richard. It was probably just the shape.
“There!”
Fuck!
It must’ve passed the point of no return.
“It’s all the way in?” I asked.
“Yup. Once it got around the thick part, you just sucked it right in.”
That sounded hot. I couldn’t see it at all and was tempted to go to the bathroom and look in the mirror.
“How’s it look?”
“Fucking amazing.”
“You gonna turn it on?”
“Why don’t you stand up for me?” Richard asked, getting himself comfortable against the headboard. “I want to watch how you react.”
I did as requested and–
Oh my God!
I almost fell over.
“That’s the highest setting,” Richard said.
I had to grab the bed for stability, and my up-til-now shrunken nub of a penis was lengthening into full erection mode.
“Jesus. You like it.”
“I fucking love it,” I said, arching my back, trying to somehow get it deeper inside of me.
“Yeah?”
I was practically fucking the air in front of me, desperate for contact.
“Come here.”
“If you don’t turn it down, I can’t walk.”
The pulses slowed until it was only a low vibration, a little more conducive to doing anything other than blissing out in prostate-stimulative heaven.
I crawled across the bed towards Richard.
“Straddle me.”
Phone in one hand and lube in the other, he teased and stroked my dick while the plug hammered my hole like a symphonic percussionist.
In a matter of minutes, I was blasting my jizz all over Richard and his bed. It was an embarrassingly fast orgasm but I couldn’t help it.
With each change in the pattern of vibrations, my body twitched. Even after cumming what felt like buckets, I was still rock hard. And as perfect as Richard’s cock was, getting fucked by him had never felt like this.
“Note to self, don’t turn the plug on if you’re cooking.”
“Not unless you want me to throw a knife across the room or spill a pot of boiling water.”
“Let’s clean you up.”
As Richard led me to the bathroom, I said, “It feels like we spend most of our time together showering.”
“Well, unless you want to smell like cum all the time, that’s just how it is.”
I certainly wouldn’t mind that, but it was probably something that would be frowned upon by the general public.
If they even recognized the smell.
The second I mentioned I wanted to bring my new boyfriend home for Christmas, my mom got my dad on the line.
“He’ll have to stay in the guest room,” my dad said.
“Seriously, Lane? Don’t you remember what we were doing in high school?”
“Yeah, I do, Raquel. That’s exactly why he needs to stay in the guest room.”
“Do you really think he’s gonna”–she must’ve covered the phone because I couldn’t hear exactly what she said–“in the next room?”
“I don’t want to think about that.”
“I’m still here, guys,” I said. “I think I can keep my hormones in check for one night.”
“See? Our son can be reasonable.”
I was happy my mother was defending me, but I couldn’t help but push my dad’s buttons.
“It’s not like I’m still a virgin, by the way. Keeping us from sleeping together for one weekend is only delaying the inevitable.”
“We don’t need your entire sexual history,” my dad said.
“Though we’re glad what’s-his-name is much more attentive to your physical needs than Corey ever was.”
Okay, maybe she was being too supportive.
“His name’s Richard, and don’t make a dick joke,” I interrupted my dad before he could.
“I wasn’t going to,” he said.
“Sure.”
“Alright, I was going to but since you asked so nicely, I’ll refrain.”
“Thank you. I know it’s a huge effort.”
“When should we expect him?” my mom asked.
“Ah, I hadn’t talked about that quite yet with him. Maybe Christmas Eve? The family dinner?”
“That sounds lovely. Right, Lane?”
“Oh, yes. Lovely.”
I hoped to God my dad’s sarcasm went on vacation for the holiday. I wasn’t sure how Richard would take it.
“I should probably let you know something so you don’t make a scene when he gets there.”
“Is it tattoos? Piercings? Is he a convicted criminal?”
My dad’s imagination was truly wondrous.
“I thought Gen-Xers were cool,” I teased.
“Well, we didn’t exactly meet Corey, honey, so this is the first guy you’ve ever brought home.”
“I bet he’s hideous.”
“Richard isn’t hideous, Dad.”
“Should I call him Dick?”
“I knew you couldn’t hold it in. This is such a bad idea.”
“No, honey, it will be fine. What were you going to tell us?”
Just spit it out. End the torment.
“He’s a lot older than me. He owns his own business and runs a financial firm, and we’re not engaged, but it is serious. He’s been married before.”
“Oh really?”
“Is his ex a bastard like Corey?”
“Can you guys stop saying Corey’s name? And no, he doesn’t have an ex per se. His husband passed away years ago.”
There was a long pause and then my mom asked, “How old is he?”
“I haven’t actually asked him.”
“So he’s a lot older. Okay.”
“We can deal with that, right?”
“We’re cool parents.”
“You sure you want to do this?”
“Yes.” I put my hand on Richard’s thigh. “It will be fine.”
Richard's expression hadn't changed. “I’ll take your word for it.”
“Are you nervous?” I asked. Glancing at his GPS, we were only a few minutes away.
“Of course I’m nervous. If your father’s reaction is like Eli’s, this isn’t going to go well.”
“Eli came around.”
“Only because Gareth convinced him to,” Richard said.
“Well, Eli and Gareth will both be here today, and you’re meeting my sister too. She’ll probably think you’re handsome. Or ignore you. She’s sixteen, I don’t know what she does anymore.”
“Maybe Eli already told your dad about me?”
“Maybe?”
I doubted it. My dad would’ve had something to say about it. Truth be told, I wasn’t sure how this was going to go, but it needed to be done. We hadn’t said how serious this was, but knowing Richard hadn’t dated anyone seriously since Elliot’s death was enough of an indication to me that it was very serious.
In my own way, maybe bringing him home was my way of showing how serious I was about us.
“Nice neighborhood. Did you grow up here?”
“Yup, my parents moved in when I was like two. I learned to ride a bike on this street.” We were almost there. “It’s the white colonial with the purple mailbox.”
“Purple?” Richard asked, slowing down to turn..
“It’s my mom’’s favorite color.”
“Oh good!”
“You can park in front of the garage,” I said. “Why is that good?”
“I got her a wisteria candle for Christmas. It’s purple.”
“Aw, I didn’t realize you got my parents presents. That’s so sweet.”
“What? Did you think all the presents we brought to my car were for you?”
Maybe I did.
“I wasn’t sure .”
“I thought it would be a nice gesture.”
Richard popped the trunk and we grabbed what we could. As I predicted, my mom ran out the front door before we could even knock. She must’ve been watching the driveway.
“My baby!”
“Aren’t you freezing?”
“I’m filled with love. It’s keeping me all warm and cosy.” She let go of me and turned to my boyfriend. “And you must be Richard.”
“That’s me.”
“Are you a hugger? I’m a hugger.”
Well, this was going well so far.
“I will gladly accept a hug.”