Jason （Six Months Later）
Ipump some lube onto my cock and slick it up while watching Gabe get into position on the sling in our bedroom.
I installed it in our apartment overnight—it’s part one of the “Gabe’s turning twenty-one” birthday extravaganza.
Part two will happen tonight.
“Ready, birthday boy?” I sing out.
“Always.”
I saunter over, feeling like an absolute stud, and drop to my knees. “This is the real birthday cake,” I say just before I eat his ass.
“You’re so corny,” Gabe laughs, then gasps when I spread his cheeks and push my tongue further.
“Was that corny?” I ask.
“Yeah, but don’t stop. It’s my birthday,” he says breathlessly.
I spit on his ass and give it a slap. “Fuck, Jason. I love when you smack my ass.”
So, I smack the other cheek to make sure they match. “Your ass is still hot for such an old man.”
“Shut up!” he yells, and I lick his hole some more.
A soft moan leaves his mouth, and I rise to line my cock up with his hole. “You sure you don’t want me to bottom?” I ask. “A little birthday cake for the birthday boy?”
Gabe laughs, then shakes his head. “I love seeing you strong enough to pound me. This is the best gift of all.”
It’s been a long road back to recovery—months of physical therapy. I couldn’t have done it without Gabe. “I love you.”
“I love you so much,” he says with a great, big smile.
Gabe’s eyes roll back as I press my cock inside him, and he pulls his knees closer to his chest. “Fuck me,” he says a little too loudly.
“Shh. Not so loud, babe. We don’t want the other tenants to hear us.”
Gabe bites his lower lip. “Don’t we? Who are they gonna call? The landlord?”
“We want to keep a happy home, now don’t we?”
Gabe rolls his eyes and pouts. “I guess.”
Hmm.
“Well, it is your birthday,” I say, waggling my brows.
Gabe looks puzzled for a moment, then realizes what I’m suggesting. “Yes. I want that.”
I carefully slide out of him and hurry to the drawer where we keep the ball gag. I wave it around as I walk back, and Gabe claps like he’s getting a treat.
“Open wide,” I say in a cheesy voice.
Gabe obeys, and I tie the gag around his head, positioning the ball in his mouth.
“So hot,” I croon.
Gabe gives me his doe eyes, tipping me right over the edge into feral mode.
I slide my cock into his hole again, and watch him lose it when my pelvis hits his ass.
“My little slut likes it rough.”
Gabe eagerly nods, his babbling muffled by the gag.
I move the sling away from me, my cock almost leaving his ass, before pulling him close and slamming it all the way inside him.
His guttural moan is absolutely perfect.
I do it again, slamming my cock as deep as I can, and he wails.
But no one would ever know with that ball gag.
Best purchase ever.
I fuck him relentlessly, pumping his ass hard and fast, and if it weren’t for the gag, Gabe’s screaming would be shaking the walls.
He lets go of the chains, his hands flailing about beside him, and turns to Jell-O as I wreck him.
“I love you so much,” I thrust into him on each word, and suppress a laugh when I hear him try to mumble “I love you, too,” but it comes out as nonsense.
Gabe’s eyes grow wide, and he points at his dick.
Fuck. Yes.
“You gonna come hands-free for me, babe? Shoot your load all over your chest?”
Gabe nods, his eyes impossibly wide, and I pound him even harder.
This has been a wonderful discovery. Once I had the strength to pound the living daylights out of him, we found that if I hit the spot just right, I could make Gabe come just by fucking him.
Top-tier bottom, baby.
The scream from before comes back, rising to a crescendo, and I know he’s close.
“Happy—”
Thrust.
“Fucking—”
Thrust.
“Birthday!”
He blows his load on the last word and his body goes absolutely limp. I pull out and jerk my cock, watching his eyes flutter after such a fucking, and cover my mouth to muffle my scream as I shoot all over his torso.
We’re both panting as I untie the gag and kiss him.
“Happy birthday, babe.”
***
After I fucked the ever loving shit out of Gabe, I dropped him off at Maggie’s Diner to have lunch with his mom. She promised to keep him out for at least a couple of hours, giving me the time I needed to work on part two of his birthday gift.
It’s January, and there’s snow on the ground.
It’s not ideal, but the battery-powered heater should do the trick.
I complete the finishing touches on his gift, then check my phone.
“Shit.”
I scamper back to his Mom’s trailer to get the cake and everything ready. When I walk inside, Felix and Torren are there. “They’re going to be here in a moment,” I tell them.
“Oh shit.” Felix turns off the lights, and Torren looks around cluelessly.
“Where the hell am I supposed to hide in this place?” Torren asks.
“Just yell surprise when they walk in, babe.”
Thank God for Felix.
I can tell Torren’s not a birthday guy—he’s looked uncomfortable the entire time.
“They’re coming,” I yell when I see Linda’s text.
We all get into position, and when the door opens, we all scream, “Surprise!”
“Holy shit,” Gabe yells as his hand rests over his chest. “That almost gave me a heart attack!”
“Happy birthday to you…” I begin singing, and everyone else chimes in.
Gabe’s face is everything I imagined it would be, and it’s breathtaking. To see him this happy after the year—
Well…
To see him like this after the last three years we’ve had is the best thing ever.
When Gabe blows out the candles, Felix asks, “What did you wish for?”
“You’re not supposed to tell,” Linda scolds playfully.
Gabe looks at me and says, “It already came true.”
***
I’d say the party was a hit. Even Doug showed up with a gift.
He’s trying.
Really trying.
He’s stepped in quite a few times to help when shit went haywire with the building.
He’s still emotionally constipated, but he’s not an asshole, and the work he’s putting into helping me means a lot.
I’ve gotten better at controlling my anger. There are things about my life that I couldn’t control—that’s the shitty part about being a kid in a broken home.
There’s nowhere to go.
Now, I try to focus on the things I can control, and the gifts that life has given me.
Am I angry that my mom is absent from my life?
Sometimes.
But I’ve accepted the fact that Linda is a better mom to me than mine was. It’s not fair, but life isn’t fair.
And I have Gabe.
So, as far as families go, I feel really lucky right now.
Everyone’s left, and Gabe and I sit on the couch while his mom sips a glass of wine at the kitchen table.
“Thank you both so much,” Gabe says as he sips a Diet Coke. “That was a perfect birthday.”
Linda glances at me, smiling, and I ask Gabe if he wants to take a walk.
When we leave the trailer, Gabe says, “Damn, it’s cold. Why did I have to be born in January?”
“It fits you,” I say. “You’re kind of like the dude version of Snow White. January is a perfect month.”
Gabe looks at me for a second, then laughs. “Thanks, babe.”
I hold his hand as we walk along the snow-covered ground. “This is a long walk,” Gabe says suspiciously.
I see it up ahead, so I wrap my arm around his shoulder and cover his eyes. “Don’t look and don’t trip,” I tell him.
“Duly noted,” he says sarcastically.
We reach the gift, and I uncover his eyes.
If I thought the look on Gabe’s face was great at the party, I was mistaken.
His expression right now?
It makes everything we went through to get here worth it.
“Jason…”
I rebuilt the fort, but better and stronger.
Battery-powered fairy lights are strung along the top of the tarp, and the frame is built from sturdy lumber. I even shoveled snow and used a pickaxe to dig holes for the posts.
I made a makeshift floor with a tarp and laid thick blankets and sleeping bags over it so we could spend the night out here.
And the heater is proving it's worth every penny I spent on it.
“You like it?” I ask.
Gabe says nothing as he gazes at our fort. Then, he turns to me with tears in his eyes. He tries to speak, but he can’t get the words out, so instead, he just rushes into my arms and wraps his arms around me.
“Thank you,” he whispers.
“I’d do anything for you, Gabe.”
I swear I can see the stars in his eyes. “I feel so lucky right now,” he says.
“It’s a new feeling, huh?”
Gabe smiles. “Actually, I’ve been feeling it a lot lately. I’m just afraid it’ll go away.”
I kiss him and say, “So let’s not let it.”
The End