A Decent Suit
Chase Hanson had come a long way since arriving at the University of Chicago as a freshman football player. Chase had grown up, went to school, and become a highly recruited linebacker in rural Illinois, and the last thing he wanted to do was end up back there teaching high school history, coaching football, and in his free time helping out on his parents' pig farm. In particular, he didn't want to marry his "high school sweetheart," raise a pack of kids, and sneak off to coaching conferences so he could satisfy his need to have sex with men.
So, Chase worked his ass off as an undergrad to get the grades and make the contacts he needed to get into the University of Chicago's law school. For some, it might seem strange to go to the same University for law school as you did to get your undergrad degree, but Chase loved Chicago, both the city and the university. In many ways, Chicago is the definition of exotic: it really doesn't belong in Illinois. The best way to describe Chicago is to imagine Iowa, and then plop Boston down in the middle of it. The culture, the politics, the people were really alien to the rest of the state, but for Chase, Chicago was the perfect fit. Chase had also found a number of male professors and alums who were willing to take an interest in a bright, charming country boy with a smoking hot jock body.
Chase found nothing wrong hooking up with well connected men to advance his educational and career goals. He never asked for anything illegal or unethical, and he never sold himself. He did what he enjoyed, with men he enjoyed, and at the same time they exposed him to culture, food, travel, and experiences he could never have imagined.
Chase knocked on the door of Professor Garvey Macon's office. Professor Macon taught Constitutional Law and had taken a special interest in Chase when he was an L1. Professor Macon had used his contacts to get Chase interviews with the best law firms in Chicago "Good morning Chase," Macon said, "How is my star Constitutional Scholar."
"Never better."
"That's good to hear. I looked over your resume and made a few notes, but all-in-all it's excellent. Be sure to attend some of the interview coaching session the Law School is offering. And, here are the firms I have gotten you interviews with and your contacts at each of them. The people who will be conducting your interviews are either friends of mine or former students. You should do a some research on each of them during the next few weeks. It never hurts to massage their egos with a little praise for work."
Chase looked at the list and his eyes bulged. Not only were the firms big names, but he recognized several of the contact names to be senior partners in their firms, and a fair number were men Professor Macon had already introduced Chase to socially. Macon smiled at his protege's reaction. "I told you I had big plans for you. However, are you sure you don't want to at least do a couple of interviews in New York or D.C. I know I could get you a clerkship with The Court." When Garvey Macon said "The Court" he meant the Supreme Court of the United States.
"I know you think I'm not living up to my potential by wanting to stay in Chicago," Chase said, "but I really just want to be a good lawyer, make partner at a good firm, and build myself a good life."
Macon laughed, and asked, "So define the good life."
Chase smiled and said, "It starts with never having to scrape pig shit off of my boots ever again."
Macon laughed, "I think you will find out that at the end of the day, corporate lawyers have to clean plenty of pig shit off their shoes."
"Maybe so, but law offices don't literally reek. I swear, it took me my entire freshman first semester to get that stink out of my nostrils."
"Well when you can no longer stand the stench of corporate law, come see me. I will get a position where your talents can make a real difference in the lives of real people," Macon said.
Chase wasn't exactly sure just what Macon meant by "make a real difference in the lives of real people." All he knew was that the professor was part of a group of law professors who were grooming promising students to become judges, civil rights advocates, and law professors. They saw themselves as a counterweight to the conservative Federalist Society.
As Chase was getting up, Macon said, "Oh, I almost forgot you're going to need a decent suit for these interviews. This is my tailor." Macon handed Chase a business card. "As the kids say, `he'll get you hooked up'."
Chase looked at the card and said, "I don't really think I can afford a tailored suit."
"Look Chase," Macon said with a serious tone, "the people you will be interviewing with are very image conscious. You will need to look like you can fit in. When you are hands the bill for the suit, ask to see the shop owner. He'll make it work. Trust me; it will be worth it when you get an offer from a top firm."
So, Chase called the shop and made an appointment for that afternoon to get measured and place the order. Unfortunately, Chase was late getting out of his study group, and when he got to the shop, the door was locked. He noticed there was someone sweeping up and he decided to knock on the door. When the door opened Chase saw someone who was close to his own age, probably 24 to 27 years old.
"My name is Chase Hanson. I had an appointment to be measured for a suit, but got hung up at the university. Is there a chance someone is around who could still take my measurements?"
"I don't know..."
"Please," Chase said with a pleading note. "Professor Macon sent me here, and I really don't want to have to explain to him that I fucked up on getting measured."
"Garvey Macon?"
"Yes, do you know him?" Chase said with surprise.
"Sure, my grandfather has made his suits for years. Professor Macon is an old and valued customer. I'll tell you what, I can take your measurements."
Chase looked at the young man a bit skeptical.
"Don't worry, I know how to measure someone for a suit. My grandfather made me his apprentice when I was a freshman in high school. By the way, my name is Isaac Saphir."
Chase looked at the name on the shop: Saphir Custom Tailored Suits, and said "Let's do it."
"So, have you ever been measured for a suit?" Issac asked.
"No, this is my first time."
"I see, we have a virgin," Isaac said, and Chase blushed a little.
Between his classes and study group, Chase had hit the gym, and he was still wearing sweats. Isaac frowned. Finally he said, "Usually we ask that you wear slacks and a shirt you feel fit you well. Did they mention that when you set up the appointment?"
Chase shook his head.
"Well, we can't get a good fit if you are wearing baggy sweats when we take the measurements; so you will either have to come back, or we will have to take the measurements with you in your underwear."
Now Chase really started to blush. "I'm just wearing a jock."
Isaac laughed a bit, then asked, "What's your waist size?"
"32"
Isaac left and soon came back with a pair of white cotton boxers. "Here, put these on. They haven't been worn." Isaac pointed Chase to the changing room. When Chase came back, he was wearing only the boxers.
"Okay, the first thing I need to do is take some pictures of how you stand. We do that so we can fit the suit to your posture. However, if you're not comfortable with that, we can skip the pics. It will just mean the tailor will have to be a bit more generic with his pattern."
"I don't have a problem with a few pics."
"Great," Isaac said, "I need you to stand with your normal posture. You know, the way you would stand in line at Dunkin' Donuts." Then Isaac smiled, and added, "Although, looking at you, I doubt you spend too much time standing in line for donuts."
"Oh, you'd be surprised at how many donuts I eat," Chase replied with a chuckle. "I just have to do penance in the gym for that sin."
"Oh, I see we have a good Catholic boy."
"Yep, alter boy and everything. How about you?"
"Seriously man, my name is Isaac Saphir and I'm a tailor, can I get any more Jewish."
The two laughed and soon were engaged in casual conversation as Isaac began taking measurements. Isaac was measuring Chase's biceps when he whistled and said, "Damn, if that law thing doesn't work out, you could definitely make it as a model: Forty-two inch chest, 32" waist, 18 inch biceps, plus hazel eyes and thick wavy brown hair."
"Thanks," Chase said a little bashfully.
"How tall are you?"
"The football roster listed me as 6"3, 220 pounds, but they alway add little to our size."
"I don't think they were adding anything to you. What position did you play?"
"Middle linebacker."
"Were you any good?"
"Good enough to make All-conference, but not good enough for any serious interest from the NFL."
"Well with that build, you definitely do need a tailored suit. You're never going to find an off-the-rack suit coat that fits you right. Let me double check these jacket measurements then we can see about down below."
"Huh?!"
"Sorry, that came off wrong. I meant to say, `Next, I'll get your pants measurements.' Of course that is always the most awkward part of the fitting for the first timers."
"Especially when the guy taking the measurements is so darn cute," Chase said off-handedly.
Now it was Isaac's turn to blush, but the comment also made Isaac wonder a bit about the hot stud he'd been sizing up for the last half-hour. Isaac walked over to a small refrigerator and opened the door. "Chase, do you want something to drink before we start on the pants? I have Coke, Dr. Pepper, Sprite, and water."
"A Coke would be great."
As they drank their sodas, Isaac asked, "So what are you thinking about for color and fabric."
"Like you said, I'm a virgin when it comes to ordering a tailor-made suit. What do lawyers usually get?"
"The safest color choices are either blue or charcoal. Law firms and courtrooms are still pretty conservative places when it comes to dress. As for fabric, since you haven't made partner yet, I would suggest we avoid splurging on silk."
Chase said, "Yeah, we'd better stick with work clothes. Do they make denim suits?"
Isaac laughed and said, "Not in this shop. However, I would recommend a wool twill. It's very durable and will stand up to a lot of use. As for color, I think you would look stunning in a dark blue. It's hard to go wrong with blue. Plus, change up the shirt and tie and you can have a different look for every day of the week. My suggestion is get the blue suit for your interviews, then when you land the job we can make you a matching charcoal suit. Then all you have to do is get a half dozen white shirts, a couple of colored shirts, and a variety of ties and you are set."
"You are quite that salesman. I hope your grandfather has financing."
Issac laughed, then said, "Yeah, it can be tough getting started, that's why this shop has always catered to the top professional prospects graduating from Chicago's universities. My grandfather always figured that if you can help a struggling student afford a good suit at the beginning of his career, you are building a loyal customer base."
"That makes sense. So did you go to college?"
"Yep, I have a BA in Fashion Studies from Columbia College of Chicago. It's not as prestigious as "The" University of Chicago and it doesn't have a football team, but it had the degree I wanted."
"Hey, I hope you are not thinking I am some kind of preppy jock. I am from rural Illinois. Have you ever heard of Kewanee, Ill.?"
"I don't think so."
"It's about two and a half hours West of here. Its claim to fame is that in 1948 the Illinois Legislature bestowed on it the title of `Hog Capital of the World,' although I heard now there is some city on China that is claiming the title."
"Either way it doesn't sound like I would find many of my people there."
Huh?!"
Isaac pointed his thumbs back at himself and said with a bit of sass, "Hello...Jewish boy...Just say no to pork."
"Oh, yeah I get it," Chase said.
"I bet you thought I was making a reference to being gay, didn't you?"
"No, I... There are gay guys... That's not what I mean... I mean, I wasn't think that you... fuck... I... shit you probably are thinking I'm some kind of anti-semitic homophobe."
"Well, you've already told me that you're Catholic."
"Ouch," Chase said, "that is really harsh."
Isaac smiled and said, So was the Spanish Inquisition"
"Double ouch."
"Come on alter boy, let's finish up with getting you measured."
When Chase was back on his feet. Isaac said, "We might as well get the most awkward measurements out of the way first. So, the first measurement I am going to take is the crotch. What I need you to do is to position the waistband of the boxers where you like to wear your pants. ... Good, now I need you to hold the end of this tape measure here at the top of the waistband, and I will get the measurement."
Isaac passed the tape between Chase's legs and brought it up to the waistband in back. "Okay, I am going to adjust the length of the tape, and I want you to tell me where you find it most comfortable." Isaac slowly took the slack out of tape until it was just under Chase's balls then backed it off a bit. "So, how is that?"
"Maybe, just a bit more room." Isaac let out another inch, and Chase said, "That seems right."
"Good, now let's get your inseam. How are you hanging?"
"Huh?"
"I need to put my tape in your crotch. We ask which way you're hanging, i.e. where are your balls and cock, so we can avoid any comfortable touching."
"I see. Left."
Isaac slid his tape up Chase's leg and got his measurement, 34 inches. Just before he removed his hand from Chase's inseam, he thought he noticed a slight twitch in the boxers.
"Well, last measurement," Isaac said. "Let's find out how big this butt is." Isaac wrapped the tape around Chase's hips and across his firm glutes. Thirty-eight inches, and again Isaac could have sworn he saw Chase's cock move.
"That's it, I've got all the measurements to make you a very nice suit. I hope this wasn't too awkward of an experience for you."
"Not at all. You were very gentle" Chase said and gave Isaac a wink.
That night both young men jerked off while reliving the measuring session that afternoon.
Over the next few weeks, Chase would stop into the shop for fittings. He kept an eye out for Isaac, but never seemed to spot him. The fittings were done by one of the older tailors. From what Chase could tell, there were two tailors, a couple of apprentices, and a clerk in the shop most days. In addition to the tailor shop, Chase learned that Saphir's also owned a ready to wear store next door that sold high-end men's casual and sports wear.
In addition to not running into Isaac, he also never saw his grandfather, Abraham Saphir. It disappointed Chase that Isaac was never in the shop when he was in for a fitting. Chase began to wonder if that was intentional and whether he had done something to offend Isaac.
In January, Chase and his roommate received a letter for their landlord informing them he was raising the rent. Chase's roommate decided to just move home with his parents to finish the year. However, that left Chase scrounging for temporary digs until the end of the term. He finally found an ad posted by an older lady with a room to rent, so he decided to check it out. After meeting the lady and seeing the room Chase decided it would be better than living in his truck until graduation.
Chase was in the middle of packing up his apartment to move when he got the call that his suit was ready. He immediately stopped packing and headed to the shop. His first interview was in two days and he was beginning to worry he wouldn't have a suit to wear.
When Chase arrived at the shop, he was greeted by the tailor that had been doing the fittings. He pointed to one of the changing rooms and said, "Your suit is in there. Also, you'll find a white shirt and a tie. That way we can see how it will all fit together."
Chase couldn't believe how good he looked in the suit. Chase had always looked a bit awkward in a suit. His body always seemed better built for sportswear than business attire, but this suit was different. It fit him perfectly and almost seemed to capture his personality. When Chase stepped out of the changing room, he smiled and said, "Damn Ezra, you are amazing."
Ezra said, "I wish I could take credit for your suit, but Mr. Saphir was the tailor. I just did the fittings for him." Ezra checked the fit of the coat and the pants, and finally said, "I can't see anything that needs even the slightest alteration. If you are satisfied with the suit, I can put it in a garment bag and you can settle up with Bernice, our shop business manager.
This was the moment Chase was dreading, he had ten one hundred dollar bills in his pocket and hoped he'd gotten enough out of his bank account. Chase knew this was going to be a short month for him, and he didn't want to ask his parents for money to pay for a suit. They weren't the sort of people who would understand the need to dress to impress.
"So, Mr. Hanson, are you satisfied with your suit?" Bernice asked.
"More than satisfied," Chase said. "I have never looked so good in a suit before."
Bernice resisted the impulse to wager that Chase's birthday suit would give it run for the money. Instead, she just handed Chase the invoice. His face immediately changed from delight to distress. The invoice said "Custom Tailored suit, $6,456: University Student discount, $2,000: Balance due $4,456."
"Is there a problem Mr. Hanson?"
"It's the price. It's more than I was expecting. I brought $1000, and I can get another $500 out of my account. Is there a way to make payments or something?"
"We don't really do payment plans Mr, Hanson," Bernice said. "Didn't anyone tell you what to expect by way of cost for a suit like this?"
"Not really. Professor Macon just told me to come here to get a suit, and to ask to see Mr. Saphir when I was given the bill."
Bernice smiled and said, "I see, you're one of Garvey's proteges. Let me give Mr. Saphir a call."
She talked to someone on the phone and Chase tried not to eavesdrop. Finally Chase heard Bernice say, "Yes, he can pay $1,000 dollars today. That will leave a balance of $3,456. .... Yes, I'll send him up."
When she hung up, she said, "Mr Saphir lives above the shop. There is a staircase at the end of the hall that will take you up to his apartment. If you will leave me your payment, I will see you get a receipt and an adjusted invoice that reflects whatever arrangements you and Mr. Saphir make."
Chase's stomach was doing loops as he walked up the stairs. At the top of the stairs was a door and in front of the door was a mat that said, "The Saphirs."
Chase knocked on the door and after a minute or so, the door opened. Chase was surprised to be greeted by Isaac.
"Chase," Isaac said with a smile, "long time no see. So did you like the suit?"
"It's amazing," but Isaac noticed that Chase's demeanor didn't match his words.
"Is there something wrong?"
"I guess I didn't have any idea how much a suit like that would cost. I need to see your grandfather about working out a payment plan."
"He's in Florida. He and my grandmother are enjoying the good life."
"But, Bernice sent me up here to see Mr. Saphir."
Isaac smiled big, and finally Chase caught on. "Wait! You're Mr. Saphir! You're the owner?"
"Yes, a year ago my grandparents decided they were tired of the Chicago winters. So they decided to give me my inheritance early and flew south to the Promised Land."
"So you made my suit?! Why didn't you do the fittings?"
"The first fitting, I was in London meeting with some potential business partners, and I was sick during the second fitting. So after that, I decided to keep it a bit of a secret that I was making your suit."
"I can't believe you are so talented, and so...." Chase's phone rang. He looked at the number and said, "I need to take this call."
"Sure," Isaac said, "I need to run down to the shop and check on everything before the shop closes."
When Isaac got back, Chase was sitting on the couch and slumped down like the weight of the world was crashing down on him.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Isaac asked.
Chase told Isaac about his apartment situation, then said that the phone call was from the son of the lady he was planning to rent a room from. Her son explained that she had fallen and cracked several ribs and was in the hospital. Also, when released, she would be moving in with his family, so the room wasn't available. "So, in addition to not being able to pay for my suit, I just found out I'm homeless," Isaac said with a note of despair.
Isaac sat quietly for a moment, then said, "If you want, you can stay here until you find a new place."
"How much?"
"Ouch," Isaac said with a laugh.
"I'm sorry, that was unnecessary. It is my fault I have gotten in over my head. Fuck, I'm going to make some kind of attorney."
"Hey, this is not the time for self-pity," Isaac said, trying to be cheerful.
"Oh, what time is it then?"
"It's time to get something to eat, then we can go get your stuff."
"Are you sure? I still have a couple of days before I am sleeping in my truck. I already owe you for the suit, and I don't know how I'm going to pay for that. I don't want you to think I'm some sort of freeloader. I usually..."
"Damn Chase, you do like to ramble."
"I'm sorry. I'm not usually like that. It's just when I am around a cute... shit!"
Chase was totally red with embarrassment, and Isaac smiled and said, "That's the second time you've said I'm cute. If you say it again, you know what that means?"
Case was too embarrassed to say any more than, "No."
"It means we are boyfriends." Chase half cringed and half smiled, and Isaac burst into laughter then said "Let's go, I think you need a beer to wash the taste of shoe leather out of our mouth."
Isaac took Chase to a neighborhood deli down the street. Isaac ordered a pastrami on rye, chips, a piece of baklava, and a Samual Adams. When it was Chase's turn to order he said, "I'll have the same except can you put Swiss cheese on my sandwich?"
The guy behind the counter looked at Isaac and asked, "Who's your goy friend?"
"Be nice Marty, and just give him the same as me." Isaac said while giving a stern look in's direction. Marty just laughed.
When they sat down, Chase asked, "Did I say something wrong?"
"I should have warned you, this is a kosher deli. They won't mix meat and dairy."
"So why did he ask if I was your goy friend?"
"Goy is a Yiddish term for a non-Jew... Wait, you thought Marty was asking if you are my boyfriend. That is so cute."
"Will you stop trying to embarrass me. ... Hey, did you just call me cute?"
"You're not cute. It was your misunderstanding of goy friend that was cute. ... Oh, and for the record, you're too hot to be cute."
"While we're on the subject, I am kosher," Chase said, "... well at least my cock is kosher."
"Just because you are circumcised does not mean you are kosher, silly goy boy." Isaac retorted.
Chase smiled, and said, "So Isaac Saphir, for the record, are you declaring that you are indeed gay. I want to remind you that in Illinois anyone convicted of perjury can receive 2-5 years in prison and a fine up to $25,000."
"On the advice of counsel I exercise my 5th Amendment Rights."
"Do you acknowledge having at some time in the past referred to one Chase Hanson as hot?"
"Perhaps in a country bumpkin, pig farmer sort of way, some people might say he is okay looking."
"Your honor, the witness is non responsive. Yes or no Mr. Saphir did you not tell Mr. Hanson that he is, quote, `too hot to be cute," unquote.
"Yes."
"And Mr. Saphir, is it not true that you have masturbated to fantasies of Mr. Hanson."
"I object," Isaac protested, `the question assumes facts not in evidence, specifically that one Isaac Saphir masturbates."
"Your honor, Mr, Saphir is a healthy 25-year-old male, of course we can assume he masturbates."
"Well in that case, on the advice of counsel I exercise my 5th Amendment Rights."
Isaac and Chase broke into laughter and didn't stop until Marty brought them their meals.
When Marty set down Chase's plate, he also set down a small plate with two slices of Swiss cheese. "We are calling this the goy melt."
"Thanks Marty, but you know the cheese isn't melted," Chase said.
Marty winked, and said, "Based on what Isaac has been saying about you every time he's been in here over the last four weeks, you are hot enough to melt a couple of slices of cheese."
Chase slammed his hand on the table, and said "Case closed."
"Fine, fine, Perry Mason you got me. I think you're hot."
Marty laughed and walked away.
After taking a few moments to recover his coolness, Isaac said, "Okay, counselor it's my turn to interrogate you."
"Go ahead, give it your best shot."
"So Chase Hanson, how many times have you jacked off thinking of me."
Chase was about to offer an evasive response when Issac extended his leg under the table, slid a shoeless foot between Chase's legs, and began massaging his cock. "Oh, fuuuck," was all Chase could get out.
"Remember counselor, you're under oath."
"I protest, you can't use coercion to extract a confession."
"Oh, so the Catholic boy has had to unburden his conscience in confession?"
"You're twisting my words. That's not what... Oooh Fuuuck. That feels so good."
"Should I ask Marty to make these to-go orders?"
Chase smiled and nodded.
"But what about getting your stuff from the apartment?"
"It can wait until tomorrow." Chase said.
When Isaac and Chase got back to Isaac's apartment, it didn't take long for the two to shed their clothes. Isaac was absolutely in awe of Chase's muscular body. It was clear that even though Chase was no longer playing football, he hadn't cut back on this time in the gym. Chase's chest looked like plates of steel armor and his arms were cannons. Isaac couldn't resist licking Chase's firm nipples and was rewarded with a deep and hungry moan.
Chase grabbed Isaac and lifted him up so that they were eye to eye, and asked, "Can I kiss you?" Isaac smiled and nodded his assent. The moment their lips met, it was electric. Chase could have sworn he actually felt a small jolt. Finally, Isaac looked across the living room and said, "My bedroom is that way."
Chase lay Isaac on the bed and stood up to admire the lean, tight body sprawled out in front of him. While Chase knew men drooled for his jock body, what he craved was a man with the sinewy physique of a dancer. Isaac's body was tight without being stiff or bound up. Then there was Isaac's cock. Chase had spent years showering and dressing with jock's dripping testosterone, but he had never seen anyone with as magnificent of penis as Isaac had. It wasn't just that it was large, but that it was beautiful. It was perfectly proportioned and shaped. Chase couldn't resist the temptation and dropped down to worship the ideal phallus. Chase has always considered himself an average cock sucker. It wasn't that he lacked skills, or disliked the act, it was that he had never really been turned on giving oral sex. However, now sucking Isaac, his own cock was so hard it was almost painful, and precum was dripping from the slit.
As for Isaac, he was in heaven. He'd receive blow jobs before, but never with such eagerness and attentiveness. Chase's tongue was magic, and he was driving Isaac ever closer to the edge. Isaac was certain he couldn't hold out much longer, but then Chase suddenly stopped, and things went in a direction Isaac was not at all expecting. Chase pulled Isaac to his feet, and lay down where he had just been. Chase grabbed his ankles and pulled them back and said, "Fuck me."
Isaac was caught completely off guard, he was expecting to be the one getting fucked. It just seemed natural for the former football captain to take control and breed the smaller, artistic man. However, now Isaac was being called on to rise to the occasion. Isaac reached out and touched the soft pink pucker framed by two muscular mounds, Chase moaned, and his hole twitched.
Isaac was suddenly a man possessed and he buried his face in Chase's ass. This was his first time engaging in such intimate ass play, yet it seemed the most naturally erotic thing in the world to do. When Isaac gently touched the hole with the tip of his tongue, Chase moaned with surprise and delight. Chase had never been rimmed, and the first lick almost made Chase shoot his load prematurely. Soon, Isaac's tongue and fingers were buried in the sensitive hole and driving Chase insane.
Finally, Chase summoned the will power to push Isaac's face out of his ass and demand to be fucked. Isaac placed the large head of his cock at the entrance to Chase's bussy and smeared it with the precum dripping from his cock. Then Isaac grabbed a bottle of lube from the nightstand and prepped Chase for an attempt to take a long and thick cock.
When Isaac was sure Chase was lubed and as relaxed as possible, he slowly began pushing his cock against Chase's resistant hole. Isaac leaned forward and took hold of Chase's nipples and slowly twisted them. Chase moaned as he danced on the border of pain and pleasure. Suddenly, his hole relaxed and Isaac slipped inside.
"Fuuuck, you are so big."
Isaac released Chase's nipples and kissed him. As the kissing became more intense, Isaac slid further into Chase. Inch by inch Chase was being impaled on a ten inch cock. Each time Isaac pushed his cock deeper, Chase experienced new levels of arousal and pleasure.
Issac began slowly fucking Chase. Isaac's cock slid in and out, and as Chase became accustomed to Isaac's size he relaxed. Then it happened, Chase's eyes rolled back and he released a low masculine groan. Isaac knew this was an indication that his cock was massaging Chase's prostate. Isaac continued to slowly and methodically fuck Chase, knowing that over time the farm boy's arousal and sensitivity would build. Isaac make sure the entire length of his monster rubbed across the increasingly excited prostate with each thrust. Fifteen minutes later. Chase grabbed the sheet above his head and his entire body spasmed with the most intense orgasm he had ever experienced.
When Chase grabbed the sheet, he exposed his moist, deep, hairy pits to Isaac. Isaac was incredibly turned on and he bent down to inhale the rich, masculine aroma. Now it was Isaac who lost control and he pumped load after load of thick, warm cum deep inside Chase.
When Isaac was finally spent, Chase pulled him down to his chest and began to kiss and caress the man who had just rocked his world. The two held and massaged each other for the longest time. Finally, Isaac said, "That was so amazing, and I don't want to ever get up, but I have to eat or I will pass out."
Chase smiled and said, "I was thinking the same thing."
Isaac and Chase quickly rinsed off the residual cum in the shower, then headed for the kitchen. Isaac popped the sandwiches in the microwave and grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge. At first they were too hungry to do anything but eat: however, they eventually began to talk.
Chase said, "I appreciate your letting me stay here, and I know we have to talk about how I can pay for the suit, but I want you to know what we just did was not some kind of negotiation tactic or an effort to pay you off with sex. I really wanted to have sex with you, and I really, really enjoyed it. I just don't want the sex to have strings attached."
"I know. I also want you to know that my offer for a place to crash is not contingent on sex. If we never have sex again, you are welcome to stay with me until you decide you are ready to leave. As for the suit, we will figure out what you owe me when you accept a position. However, you will be wearing that suit to your interviews."
Isaac made some coffee to go with their baklava. As they started eating dessert, Chase smiled and said, "I know you said I don't have to have sex with you to stay, but can I still stay if I want to have sex with you every night, and most of the mornings."
Isaac jumped out of his seat and gave Chase a big kiss. "You don't know how glad I am to hear you say that. I didn't know how to bring it up, but I want the same thing. However, I do have one question and a request."
"What's that?" Chase said a bit concerned.
"Are you always a bottom?"
"Most of the time. It just seems that's the way I'm made. So what's your request?"
"I also need to indulge my submissive side sometime. Can you....I don't know...."
"Yes, I will see you get whatever you need. If you need me fuck you, I can do that. If you want me to be a power bottom, I can do that too."
Isaac smiled and said, "Let's finish up dessert, because I really want to cuddle up with you."
After they finished eating, they turned on the TV to catch the second half of the Bull's game. They cuddled on the couch and savored the physical contact. When the game was over, Chase asked, "Where do you want me to sleep?"
Isaac turned so he could look Chase eye to eye and said, "I really would like it if you slept with me."
Chase smiled and said, "I really would like that as well."
The next morning Isaac helped Chase move his things from his old place to his new home. While both men continued to speak of the move as temporary, the reality was it felt more and more long term, perhaps even permanent.
Most of Chase's furniture and household stuff was put into storage, and room was found in the master bedroom closet and dresser for his clothes. What was left were his books, computer, and desk accessories.
Chase looked at the stuff and asked, "Is there some place I can put a small desk. I still have to finish my classes, and I might need some place to work in the evenings. It doesn't have to be big. I can make it work."
Isaac smiled and led Chase to a door and opened it. Behind the door was an office with a large oak desk and floor to ceiling bookcases on the walls. "This was my grandfather's hobby room," Isaac said. "He collected stamps and coins, and whenever he was under foot, Bobe would banish him to this room. It was really "his" room because it was Bobe's house; Zedye and I were merely boarders that she was forced to tolerate."
"Really!"
"Oh it wasn't bad," Issac said with a smile. "It's just that Bobe liked to entertain and she wanted the house as she said `Rabbi ready' at all times. She could close the doors to the office and my bedroom and not be embarrassed by our messes. When they moved to Florida, Zedye took his stamps and coins, and my hobby is video games, so this room is empty."
"This is so amazing," Chase said, and gave Isaac a kiss. Then feeling a bit embarrassed, added, "I hope that was okay."
"Oh yeah, that was more than okay," Isaac said and then returned Chase's kiss. Then he said, "I have some work to do, so I'll leave you to setting up your office." Isaac had converted his old bedroom into his studio where he did most of his work and projects. That gave more space for the rest of the staff to work in the shop. Isaac was working on designing his own line of tuxedos and dinner jackets. Actually, he was collaborating with another designer he'd met in class. Her focus was on women's clothing, and they were creating complementary, and affordable formalwear for the young power couple on the rise. The project was called `The Power of Two."
Around six in the evening, Isaac decided to call it quits for the day. He found Chase sitting behind the desk in his new office and staring at the ceiling.
"Is there something wrong?" Isaac asked.
"I'm just thinking about this week and my interviews. What if no one wants me?"
"First of all, I want you...."
"You just want me for my ass," Chase said with a note of dejection.
"Hey counselor, don't go putting words in my mouth. Yes I want your ass and all the rest of your hot body. However, in the short time I've known you, I have found plenty of reasons beyond sexual reasons for why I want you."
"Sure you have," Chase said, growing increasingly sullen. "What reasons?"
"Let's start with, you are nice."
"Nice! That's what you've got? I'm nice!"
"Don't go around dismissing how important it is to be nice. Believe me, I have seen plenty of not nice people, people like my ex. He cheated on me, and stole from me, and treated me like I was lucky he even bothered to spend time with me. He was also a selfish asshole in bed. So let me tell you, I put nice at the top of my list of wants."
"Unfortunately, no one is hiring attorney's because they're nice."
"No, they hire attorneys because they are smart and fight for their clients best interests. I know you are smart, and I am pretty sure you are a fighter. I read some of the things the sports writers said about you when you played football. They said things like team leader,' relentless,' and `no-quit'."
"What if I don't fit in? What if they can still smell the pig shit on my boots?"
"You won't be wearing your work boots; you will be wearing very nice Italian dress shoes."
"That was a metaphor and you know it. You saw that I couldn't order in a Kosher Deli without saying something stupid, and then there is that whole thing of ordering a suit I can't afford. Sometimes I just feel like such a hayseed."
Isaac smiled and said those happened because you didn't know something, not because you're socially awkward. You won't make those mistakes again because you have learned and will adapt. Fitting in does not mean you won't make mistakes, it means that you will adapt to the expectations of your new culture."
"So, if no one will hire me," Chase said with the start of a smile, "will you teach me how to be a tailor?"
Isaac took hold of Chase's hands and examined them, then said, "I think your fingers are too thick to be a tailor. Intricate needlework needs precision and dexterity. However, I could put you in the window as a human manikin."
"Sweet, I could model suits."
"I was thinking more like a line of custom jocks and thongs."
Chase's face now had a big smile, and he stood up, dropped his athletic shorts, flexed his arms, and then asked, "Do you think I have what it takes?"
"Oh yeah, we might have to take some measurements tonight, so I can get started on the designs."
Eventually, Chase pulled out of his funk and Isaac made sure to keep his spirits--and other things--up for the rest of the evening.
The next morning, Isaac woke up, rolled over, and said, "Good morning sexy boy. How did you sleep?"
"Actually, pretty well, Chase said. "Apparently an ass full of cum is a sleeping aid."
"If that's true, you're never going to have any problem getting a good night's rest," Isaac said and gave Chase a kiss. "Go grab a shower and I'll make you breakfast. Then we'll get you ready for that interview."
After eating, shaving, and brushing his teeth, it was time for Chase to put on his suit. Isaac made sure the suit hung right, straightened Chase's ties, and stepped back to admire the suit on the man and the man in the suit. "Fuck you are hot. If you didn't have some place to be, I would be stripping that suit off of you right now."
Chase looked in the full length mirror, and he still couldn't get over how good that suit made him look, and feel. Isaac handed Chase a slim leather portfolio and said, "Put your phone in here, not in the pants pockets, there's only one bulge anyone should see in your pants. Also, don't put ink pens in your shirt or coat pockets. Now go wow them!"
Isaac was on pins and needles all day. He resisted calling Chase to see how the interview was going. Around three, he decided to go down to the shop to see whether there was anything that needed his attention.
The truth was Chase wasn't comfortable being the boss, and particularly with being called Mr. Saphir by Ezra, Levi, and Bernice. They had worked for his grandfather for years. Growing up in the shop the three had been like his uncles and aunt. He tried to get them to call him Isaac, but they were old school and insisted that the master of the shop be referred to with respect.
Isaac was closer in age to the shops two apprentices and would occasionally invite them out for drinks. However, they were afraid that being too familiar with the boss would be considered inappropriate by the older members of the staff.
The only people in the shop Isaac felt he could be friends with were Jimmy and Jimmy's nephew, Chip. They ran the casual clothing shop. Jimmy and Chip weren't Jewish and hadn't grown up in the garment industry, so shop etiquette was lost on them. Abraham Saphir had particularly hired them because they weren't Jewish. Most of the store's customers were Gentiles who went shopping on Saturday, so Abraham hired Christians who had no problem working on the Jewish Sabbath. Jimmy and Chip were of Irish descent and they dramatically expanded the business's customer base in Chicago's Irish-Catholic demographic.
Isaac talked to Ezra and Levi about how far behind the shop was getting or orders. The problem was business was too good, they weren't keeping up. "Mr. Saphir," Ezra said, "Levi and I are getting older and slowing down. We need some more help."
"I know. I've been spending too much time on the Power of Two project and not holding up my end of the load," Isaac said apologetically.
"You shouldn't blame yourself, Mr. Saphir," Levi said. "You are working hard and your reputation and youth are part of the reason we are so busy. The customers seem to be getting younger, and that is not just because I am getting older." Isaac and Ezra both laughed.
Then Ezra spoke up, "Levi is right, and then there is Chase."
"Huh, what's wrong with Chase!?"
"Nothing," Ezra said. "But with him walking around wearing one of your suits that's great advertising. I am sure we will see a significant increase in orders from younger professional men."
"So what are you suggesting?"
Levi said, "Ezra and I can handle the older customers. Especially, as they retire and won't be placing as many orders, but we need some younger tailors. We think Benjamin should be made a journeyman and Aaron should work with him. You, Benjamin and Aaron should be able to handle the new customers and still get the Power of Two off the ground."
"Also, I have a grandson who wants to be a tailor," Ezra said. "So, I would like to take him on as an apprentice before I get too old."
"It sounds like you two have given this some thought, and I like your ideas. I guess I never thought that either of you would ever retire. Of course, I didn't think Zedye and Bobe would ever really move to Florida. I always thought that was just a threat to get me to do my chores."
"Everyone was shocked," Levi said.
"Well, I guess we all have to get used to change. So Levi, do you have an apprentice in mind? Ezra is finding his replacement, so you need to find yours."
Levi laughed, and said he would look around. Bernice, who had been standing at the door and listening, jumped in and asked, "Should I find my replacement as well?"
"Bernice, you are irreplaceable," Isaac said, and Ezra and Levi laughed.
"I know Bernice said with a note of sass, " but Edgar is retiring from the accounting firm next year, and we want to travel."
"Do you have someone in mind?" Isaac asked.
"Well, my granddaughter and her husband want to start a family. She works in the same firm as Edgar, but is wanting something more flexible. I was thinking that if we computerized all of the accounts, she could do my job and work from home at least part of the time."
"That sounds like a plan, plus when she can't figure out your system, she will know who to call," Isaac said. "So, is the shop making enough to expand the payroll."
"Boy, you are a great tailor, but a lousy business owner," Bernice said. She had been scolding him for months that he wasn't keeping up on the state of the company, and he always countered that's why he had her.
"I know, I know. Maybe while you train your replacement, you can train me. Now answer the question, can we afford it?"
"Of course you can afford to hire three more people. You can afford to hire six more people if you'd agree to expand the shop and store, or if you'd use your money from the trust."
Isaac was actually considering expanding the business, but he never really felt right about his trust money. The trust had actually been set up for his mother, but when she died of complications from Isaac's birth the Trust became his. For his entire life, the trust had grown, but he refused to use it. In some way, he felt he'd caused his mother's death, and he would be profiting from that.
Actually, Isaac's trust was part of the larger Saphir Family Trust controlled by his grandparents. It was because of the trust that his grandparents could retire in style in Florida. In the 1980s, the neighborhood around the shop was in decline and property values were very low. Abraham had started to buy up buildings in the area to keep them from becoming a blight. It wasn't long before his real estate holdings were significant. Then urban gentrification happened and it became fashionable to return to the city. Abraham had connections with developers who he partnered with to turn the upper floors of his commercial properties into lofts. The lofts appealed to the Yuppies and they helped turn the area into a hot fashion and food district.
Saphir Holding Company was a gold mine of rental properties. In addition to Isaac's grandparents retirement and his personal trust, the larger trust funded the employee's health and retirement benefits, an apprenticeship program at the shop, and made significant contributions to a number of Jewish and Civil Rights charities and organizations.
As Isaac was having his impromptu staff meeting the bell on the front door rang and Chase came bouncing into the shop. "This suit is magic," he said.
Isaac looked at Ezra and said, "Did you sprinkle some fairy dust on that suit when I wasn't looking."
"No boss," Ezra said, "I think you must have used some of the new Leprechaun cloth we had shipped in from Ireland."
"Well whatever you did to this suit, thanks. I've never felt so confident and sure of myself as I did today. Plus, I couldn't count the number of people who checked me out today when they thought I wasn't looking." Chase lifted the back of his coat, stuck out his butt, and said, "I bet if I wore this suit to the state fair, they'd create a special grand champion ribbon for this ass."
Isaac gave a faint look of concern, and asked, "Were any of the people checking out you ass good looking guys?"
"Maybe one or two."
"That's it, before you can wear that suit again, I'm stitching `This ass is taken' on the seat of the pants."
Everyone but Isaac laughed.
"So," Bernice said, "I gather your interview went well."
"Yep, I had a good chat with several of the partners, including the head of litigation and the head of civil and labor rights. Both seemed to like me. When I was talking to the head of civil litigation one of the associates said he was having a tough time finding a precedent to support one of their filings. The lead partner didn't have one either, so I suggested one I came across while working for the Law Review. It was an obscure decision but it was right on point. They were impressed and took me out for drinks after my interview."
"That's great," Isaac said, "I think this calls for a celebration. Go get changed and I take you out to dinner."
"Okay, what should I wear?"
"Put on a nice pair of jeans and a solid color T-shirt. I'll take care of the rest," Isaac said.
When Chase was gone, Isaac said to his staff, "I want to take him to The Buenos Aires Steakhouse, but he doesn't really have a casual sport coat. What do we have?"
Levi smiled and said, "I have this. He then went next door to the casual wear shop. When he came back, he was carrying two black leather jackets. "Here, you and Chase will make a statement in these."
"Nice," Isaac said. "I love the food at "The Buenos Aires," but their crowd is a bit conservative. We will definitely stand out. Do you think Eli will be okay with this?"
"Levi took out his phone and dialed a number, "Eli, this is Levi. My boss and a friend are wanting a table tonight at around seven. Can you do it?...Good. Also, they are good looking young men, and will be dressed a bit more hip than your usual crowd. Will that be a problem.... Jeans, T-shirts, and leather jackets. .... Good, I'll let them know .... Yes, yes. Your grandson's Bar Mitzvah suit will be ready at the end of the week. You know, that's the fifth suit I've made for one of your grandson's. And, you haven't paid for a single one, so I better hear good reviews from my boss about their experience tonight."
When Levi hung up he turned to Isaac and said, "You will get the best, and if you don't, let me know. My brother-in-law owes me big time. Of course, I did have to agree that you and Chase would let him take some selfies with you. He's trying to attract a younger crowd and pics of a couple of handsome young guys on his social media can only help."
"Thank's Levi."
Up in the apartment Chase was already in jeans and a charcoal T-shirt. Isaac handed him the black leather jacket and said, "Here put this on." Then he went to get changed himself. Isaac opted for jeans and a maroon T-shirt. Then he slipped on his matching jacket and took a quick look in the mirror, and couldn't help saying, "Fuck that's hot." When he got back to the living room he found Chase was also checking himself out in the hall mirror.
The bottom of Chase's jacket seemed to be resting on his well built glutes, and Isaac couldn't help saying, "Hey stud, nice ass," and then giving it a quick swat.
"You're not bad yourself, Isaac Saphir."
They both stood in front of the mirror and couldn't help but smile at the sexy couple smiling back at them.
When Isaac and Case were led to a table in the middle of The Buenos Aires dining room, there was a definite murmur from the other guests. After they were seated and their orders were taken, an older gentleman walked up and said, "Isaac, I'm sorry to bother you."
"Think nothing of it. Timothy, You are one of our oldest and best customers. What can I do for you?"
Timothy pointed to a table where his wife and what looked like a high school boy were seated. That's my grandson. We call him Little Timmy, although a 6'2" basketball player has outgrown the name Little Timmy."
"Yeah, he looks to be quite the athlete."
"Well, it's hard to get him to wear anything but athletic gear. However, he is in love with the look you guys have on. Do you sell this at your shop?"
"We sell the jackets in casual wear. The rest is from other shops in the area."
"Do you think you could fit Timmy? His birthday is next month and we don't really know what to get him."
"I'm sure we can. If we don't have one in stock, Jimmy, the store manager, can get one from our supplier."
"That would be great, I'll bring Timmy around next week. Also, while I have him there, I'd like to get him measured for a suit. He's still growing so I'm not investing in an expensive custom job, but whatever we settle on is going to need a lot of altering to fit decently on him."
"Not a problem," Isaac said. "We'll make sure the suit looks as good as he does."
Just then the waiter arrived with a bottle of wine. "Again, I'm sorry for bothering you," Timothy said, "Enjoy your meal." Isaac watched Timothy return to his table and say something to his grandson who looked over and then smiled.
After being served the wine, Chase said, "I don't want to come off as stupid about you faith again, but can you eat here?"
Issac said, "Yes, this is a Kosher steakhouse." Chase looked confused, and Isaac asked, "What has you confused: the fact that we are in a steakhouse, or the fact that The Buenos Aires is an Argentinian steakhouse."
The latter."
"Actually, the owner of this steakhouse is Jewish, and he's married to Levi's sister. They met while she was doing some graduate work on the history of the Argentinian Jewish diaspora. I once asked her about why she chose that as an area of study, and she said that Argentina had the third largest Jewish community in the Americas and the largest in Latin America. In fact, it is the seventh largest community living outside of Israel."
Chase was so excited about his job interview that he couldn't stop talking, and Isaac was perfectly willing to sit and listen. When he was excited, Chase's eyes seemed to become almost jewel-like. After a while Chase realized he been monopolizing the conversation and apologized. Isaac smile and dismissed the apology saying he was very interested in knowing every detail of the interview.
When the food came, it finally dawned on Chase he hadn't eaten much during the day. They had ordered ribeyes and they were amazing. Chase couldn't believe how flavorful the streaks were. By the time dinner was over, both Chase and Isaac were stuffed and a bit tipsy from a second bottle of wine. Fortunately ,The Buenos Aires was within walking distance of the shop and apartment.
When they got back to the apartment, Chase was in a playful mood, and soon was trying to undress Isaac. Isaac resisted his efforts, but Chase wasn't playing fair. He began tickling Isaac who soon lost the ability to resist. Finally, when Isaac was completely naked, he said. "Okay stud, you win, but you are going to have fuck me tonight."
Chase stopped, and said, "I haven't topped in a while."
"No time like the present to bone up on those skills."
Chase still looked a bit uncertain, and Isaac said, "Let's talk this out. I have the perfect place for this conversation. Get out of those clothes and follow me." Isaac then walked into the master bathroom.
When Chase was naked, he walked into the bathroom where Isaac was filling a large soaking tub. When Isaac turned to look at Chase he audibly gasped. Chase was an Adonis. Everything about him screamed Alpha male, so the fact that this Uber-stud was a bottom boy seemed totally incongruous.
Isaac motioned to Chase to get in the tub, and when he was leaning against the end of the tup, Isaac crawled in between his legs and lay back on Chase's massive chest.
"You're really a bottom?" Isaac said incredulously.
"Yeah, we've fuck like three times since the met; every time you've been the top and I've been the bottom, is that a problem?"
"No, but of all the ways I thought you would defy the stereotype of a football jock, that was not one I even considered... So you really don't want to fuck me?" Then Isaac pushed his ass back into Chase's crotch.
"Of course when you put it that way, I can fuck you." Chase said and wrapped his arms around Isaac. "It's just that if I am given the choice, 99 times out of 100, I will choose bottom. I know it's weird that I am a natural bottom, but that's just how I was made. On the football field and in the gym, I'm a beast. I hope I'm a beast in the courtroom. However, in the bedroom, I am just a pussycat--emphasis on pussy."
While the thought of fucking a Greek god every night was hot, Isaac wondered how he would satisfy his own submissive persona in a relationship with Chase. Chase seemed to sense Isaac's question and said, "I said I would usually choose bottom, but that doesn't mean I won't fuck your tight ass when you need it... or when I need it. If we decide to be more than just friends with benefits, I expect we will be exclusive and that means we have to fulfill each other's needs within the relationship. I'm old fashioned that way."
After the pain of being cheated on by his last boyfriend, those were just the words Isaac needed to hear, and he snuggled back into the security of Chase's strong arms. Chase held Isaac and he knew he wanted the smart, cute, generous man in his arms as more than just a friend with benefits. He wondered if that was smart, after all he'd only known the guy for a few weeks, well really a few days. However, as much as his inner lawyer kept cautioning, "Do your due diligence:" the linebacker kept yelling "It's time to go for broke." The linebacker was winning.
Eventually, the water started to cool and Isaac turned around to face Chase, and said, "I really am curious about what your cock feels like in me. How about tonight, you fuck me, then I fuck you."
"Isaac Saphir, you drive a hard bargain, but I can agree to your terms." So it was that after a steamy session of foreplay, Chase was sliding his jock cock into Isaac's willing hole. Chase wasn't as big as Isaac, but he knew how to use it, even if he didn't give it much practice.
Between rounds, Isaac curled up next to Chase and used a pec for a pillow. "You know stud," Chase said, "That was too good. I might just need that more now that I gotten a sample of your talent."
Chase chuckled, and said, "I was just thinking the same thing. However, don't you go forgetting your part of the bargain."
"You don't need to worry about that. I've taken a real liking to your ass. Are you ready to play the second half?"
"Absolutely."
This time there wasn't much need to warm up, and it wasn't long before Isaac was pounding Chase like a bass drum. Because they'd recently cum this half went into overtime. Soon they were both sweating and moaning. Isaac could feel Chase getting close, so he drove his cock in deep then grabbed Chase and stroked him to a tremendous orgasm. Chase's entire body shook as he came, and it triggered Isaac to cum as well. The two pumped out their second load of the evening. Finally, a hot, sweaty, tired Isaac rolled off on Chase and onto the bed. They both lay taking deep breaths as their cocks oozed the final drips of cum.
The air in the room was heavy with the scent of musk, and Isaac got up and opened a window. A cool breeze blew in, and it wasn't long before Isaac and Chase were snuggled naked under a blanket. Chase kissed Isaac on the forehead and said, "You know, if you keep feeding me good food, dressing me in hot clothes, and giving me amazing sex, you may never get rid of me."
Isaac smiled and said, "That's the plan."
"So, on the scale of one to ten, with one being a one night stand and ten being getting married without a prenup, where would you put us?" Chase asked.
"Interesting, so you see a difference in commitment between getting married, and getting married without a prenup."
"Yep, going sans prenup is like going all-in in poker."
"Well, I'd say we are past friends with benefits, and headed to a four," Isaac said with a wink.
"What's a four?"
"Boyfriends?"
"Why do you think we aren't boyfriends?"
"Because you haven't asked me?"
Chase jumped on top of Isaac, straddled his waist, and pinned his hands above his head, then said, "Isaac... what's your middle name?"
"Mortamor."
"Mortamor!?"
"Yes, it's a family name." Isaac said defensively, "What's your middle name?"
"Thomas."
"Chase Thomas Hanson, farm boy, football star, alter boy, and homecoming king, from Kewanee, Illinois."
"I was the prom king, not the homecoming king, but your description just sounds like it's dripping with pig shit."
"No, it doesn't. It sounds sweet, wholesome, and All-American." Isaac tried to kiss Chase, but with his hands pinned, he could only reach the middle of Chase's chest.
"Okay, back to the question. Isaac Mortamor Saphir, will you be my boyfriend?"
"I guess we're at number four," Isaac said, "Yes, Chase Thomas Hanson, I will be your boyfriend."
Chase released Isaac's arms and the two shared their first kiss as boyfriends.
Chase had four more interviews that week and all of them went well.
The first Friday after officially becoming boyfriends, Isaac decided to introduce Chase to Shabbat, or the Jewish Sabbath. While not particularly devout, Isaac did have a spiritual nature, and he appreciated the traditions he was taught by his grandparents. That afternoon, Isaac made maple salmon, asparagus, and bought Challah and honey cakes from the local Kosher bakery.
At the Friday evening meal, Isaac conducted the traditional Shabbat service he was taught growing up. He also took time to explain each part of the ritual. "I know this can seem complicated and strange, but a primary rule of Shabbat is to welcome guests and to make them feel comfortable. So don't worry about getting something wrong."
"Now I know how my Protestant friends must have felt when they would stay over and we would take them to Saturday evening Mass," Chase said. "Although I don't think Father Dave cared whether any, including the parish members, felt comfortable under his stern gaze. It was like he knew all of the sins we had forgotten or were to embarrassed to confess."
"Well, I am glad you are willing to learn about Shabbat. Not only does it make me happy to share it with you, but the people who work at the Saphir shop are like my family, and they often invite me to join them for Shabbat. I hope you will feel comfortable joining us."
"I think I would like that. Of course, you are welcome to go to mass with me, but I understand you might not be comfortable with that."
"Maybe we can start with the Knights of Columbus pancake feed?" Isaac said with a smile.
"That's a deal, of course I can't guarantee it to be Kosher."
"Don't worry, I am not strictly Kosher or really that religious. My grandparents are, but once I got the taste of my first cheeseburger I was lost in the wilderness Actually, outside of the Orthodox most American Jews are not strictly Kosher. I would say in an average week, I'm 50 to 60 percent Kosher."
"Wait, so you're saying we can have meat on our pizza?"
"Yeah, I was just testing you, but I do draw the line at pork. It's not like I haven't tasted bacon, and damn it is good, but I decided that would be like my constant reminder that I am Jewish, even if my father was actually a gentile."
"Oh so you're half goy?" Chase said with a smile.
"Nope, I'm a full child of Abraham. In the Jewish tradition Jewishness passes through the mother. So my father, whoever he may be, is irrelevant."
"I don't want to sound judgy or insensitive, but you've never met your father?" Chase asked with surprise.
"No, my mother took that secret with her to the grave. Bobe said that my mother knew there was a risk to her life carrying me to term, and she decided not to identify the father out of fear that he or his family might try to gain custody if she died. While she and my grandparents had issues, she was absolutely determined that if something happened, they would raise me."
"Wow, your grandparents sound like great people."
"I couldn't have asked for any better childhood. They even put up with my teenage rebellion."
Chase laughed, and said, "Somehow I don't see you as the rebellious kid."
"I was," Isaac said defensively, "I even dated a Catholic school girl."
"Well that's certainly not very Kosher," Chase said with a note of sexual innuendo.
"Nothing happened. At least nothing happened with her."
"Oh, do I detect something naughty in this story?"
"After I would bring her back from a date, her brother would sneak out and we would meet up and make out in the alley behind the shop. It never went any farther than kissing and giving each other hand jobs, but that was when I definitely knew I was gay."
"Do your grandparents know you are gay."
"Yeah, Bobe caught me and that Catholic boy one night when she and Zedye came home early from their bridge party. She thought I was still out, and she had just finished folding my clothes and decided to put them in my room. I'm not sure who screamed louder, Bobe or Eric, when she turned on the light and saw each of us holding the other's hard cock."
"What did she do?"
"She yelled `Abraham, Isaac has a friend over for a visit. Can you make us all a Pepsi?' Poor Eric got so nervous that he started to cum right then. He grabbed his clothes and ran out of the apartment. I never saw him or his sister again."
Chase was laughing so hard he almost fell out of his chair.
Isaac continued, "The next day Zedye had his maintenance guy put a lock on my bedroom door."
"That's it? There was no crying or yelling? No, drama about what they had done wrong? No, are you sure this isn't just a phase, you might grow out of it? No, what will we tell our friends and family?"
"Sorry, the only thing Zedye said was the Rabbi told him there are 613 Commandments in the Torah, and when we get the other 612 down perfectly, then we should focus on whether my being gay is a sin."
"Wow. That's amazing."
"So," Isaac said, "I take it your parents don't know you are gay."
"No, and I don't know how to break it to them that their son is a fucking fairy."
"I hope that isn't your approach."
"Seriously, I don't think it will matter how or what I tell them, they are Catholic, and the Church isn't welcoming the fags in anytime soon."
"You don't know how your parents will react when they find out it is their son that is gay. It's always easy to be dogmatic when it isn't someone you love that you're condemning to hell, but when you know and love that person, it's a lot different."
"I don't know, my dad is pretty the Bishop's way or the highway."
"Well, if you aren't sure, then why change things? You don't have to tell them you are gay."
"Graduation is in three weeks. I think they will get the idea I'm gay when I say, `Mom, Dad, let me introduce you to my boyfriend, Isaac Saphir."
"So don't introduce me to them."
"No," Chase said so firmly that it surprised Isaac. "I am done hiding who I am, and I am certainly not hiding my boyfriend. It's time I tell them the truth about who I am."
The conversation eventually turned to less stressful topics and by the end of the meal, Chase was again calm and settled. "So what do you do on Shabbat to pass the time? "Chase asked. "You can't watch TV or use your phone, you can't go to the gym, you can go shopping. What can you do?"
"You can have sex," Isaac said.
"What!? You can't flip on the TV, but you can have sex?"
"Actually, many Jews believe that giving sexual pleasure to your partner is not only encouraged, but required by the law, especially during Shabbat."
So after dessert, Isaac led Chase to the bedroom, and the two passes some time together.
The next morning while Isaac slept, Chase resolved it was time to tell his parents that he was gay. He decided to write a letter and send it to them, well to his mom, as an email attachment. He knew it was a bit of a chicken-shit cowardly move to tell them in a letter, but he just wasn't emotionally up for face to face, or a phone call.
Dear Mom and Dad,
I have something I need to tell you, and there is no easy way to say this, other than to simply say, I'm gay.
I realize this will be a shock to you. I had not intended to tell you the truth at this time and in this way, but I have a boyfriend, and I didn't want you to be surprised at my graduation. Isaac offered not to be a part of the celebration, but I will not hide him, or act like I am ashamed of our relationship.
I realize that you might not feel comfortable in this situation and may choose not to attend graduation. In fact you may not ever want to see me again, but I just need to tell you the truth, and that also includes how much I love my family.
Love, Chase
P.S. I am also attaching a picture of myself and Isaac.
Chase looked at the letter one more time, took a deep breath, and hit send. He then went back to the bedroom and cuddled up next to Isaac. When Chase told Isaac what he had done, Isaac knew for the stories of too many of his friends, that Chase just crossed the Rubicon. Isaac tried his best to lessen Chase's anxiety, but how do you ease the dread that you may have just lost your family?
"Come on big boy, let's get you in the shower." Isaac said.
"I don't want to get up. Just let me wallow in my self-pity."
"Nope, we are going to enjoy the day. The weather is great and a walk will do both of us some good."
Isaac finally got Chase into the shower and the two took turns soaping and washing each other. Then they ate a quick bite before getting ready to head to the park. "Hold up a minute," Isaac said just before they opened the front door. Your phone, give me your phone."
"Why do you want my phone?"
"Because you're not taking it with us."
"What if someone is trying to get in contact with me."
"Well, they will just have to wait until Shabbat is over."
"When is that?"
"An hour after sunset."
Isaac picked up a frisbee on the way out and when they got to the park they started tossing it around. Soon a group of guys asked if they wanted to join in on a game of Ultimate. They agreed and for the next couple of hours Chase was so caught up in the game he forgot about his parents. After the game Isaac and Chase were invited to join their new friends for beers. Chase looked at Isaac, who nodded and smiled. While strictly not allowed under the Shabbat rules, making friends was definitely in the spirit of Shabbat.
It turned out their new friends were in the process of organizing an Ultimate Frisbee team to play in a summer league, and they still needed players. When asked to join Chase and Isaac took only a moment to consider before saying yes. On the walk home, Isaac observed that the sun was going down and there were only a couple of hours left in Shabbat, and asked if there was anything Chase wanted to do before technology again ruled their lives.
Chase leaned over and kissed Isaac, the first time they had kissed in public, and asked, "Is taking a warm bath with your boyfriend on Shabbat allowed?"
"Not only is it allowed, I think it is encouraged, maybe even commanded."
Once home, Chase and Isaac were quickly in the tub. Again Isaac climbed between Chase's legs and nestled back against his chest. Soon Chase was casually playing with one of Isaac's nipples, and asked, "Do you like my chest hair? I used to shave it in college because it gave me better muscular definition."
"Don't you even think about it! I love how masculine you look, and the chest hair is a large part of that."
"Wow, I didn't realize you felt that strongly about chest hair."
"I think this should be the rule on changing our look significantly: boyfriends get absolute vetos over changes to the exterior facade. So any major renovation to the exterior requires a permit from the Style Preservation District, i.e. me."
"So are there any changes you would like me to make," Chase asked.
"Nope, you're perfect. Although I do reserve the right to upgrade your wardrobe."
"What's wrong with how I dress? I think I might be a bit insulted that you think I don't have good taste. Granted, I'm not a professional clothier, but...."
Isaac cut Chase off with a kiss, and said, "There is nothing wrong with how you dress, and this might sound a bit exploitative, but you are hot and look good in a variety of clothes. So, I plan to see that you show off the best of my collection to the power elites of Chicago. You're my man and the face and body of the House of Saphir."
"Oh, so now you're my official clothing sponsor," Chase said, "Do I have to wear a decal on my chest that says, `Saphir Menswear is the official clothing sponsor of Chase Hanson."
"Don't be ridiculous, ... that decal goes on your ass, where everyone will see it."
Chase and Isaac both laughed. Then Isaac asked, "So is there anything you want to change about me."
"Hell no!"
"Well that settles that; although..." Isaac said.
"Yes?"
"I've always wanted to be a bit more defined. Not like some muscle guy, but I would like to be proud to take my shirt off on the beach."
"You have nothing to be ashamed of; your body in and out of clothes is smoking hot. However, I get it. You want a little pop in the pecs."
"Yeah and maybe some bang in the biceps," Isaac added with a smile.
"I've been using the University fitness facilities, but I thinking I need to find something closer to the apartment, preferably walking distance and 24 hours. I really don't know what my hours will be like as a new associate in a law firm. We could find a gym for the two of us, and then we can be workout partners."
"I would like that, plus I can beat off any poachers who've set their sights on my man."
There was a skylight above the tub, and when Chase lean back in the tub, he noticed the shy was black and asked, "So does this mean I can have my phone back?"
"I guess, what's your rush?" Isaac asked, although he knew the answer. Chase was both anxious and afraid to get a reaction from his family about his coming out letter.
Chase got out of the tub, got his phone, and crawled back in; however this time he was between Isaac's legs, and Isaac was holding him to give his support. When Chase opened his email, he screamed, "What the fuck?"
"What's wrong?" Isaac said with alarm.
"My mom said I owe my dad an apology! He may not like that I'm gay, but I also didn't choose to be gay. I will be damned if I will ever apologize for being me." Chase began to type furiously on his phone, and Isaac quickly snatched the phone from his hands. "Why did you take my phone?" Chase demanded.
"Because you're not in a good state of mind right now to respond to your mother. I'm holding on to this until you aren't seeing red."
"Give me back my phone!"
"No! Not until you cool down."
"Give me my phone or I swear I'll...."
"Hurt me?"
Chase was totally caught off guard by Isaac's question, and tears filled his eyes. Isaac pulled Chase back against his own body and began to slowly massage Chase as the built up emotion came pouring out.
After some time for Chase to regain control of his emotions, Isaac asked,"Do you mind if I send a message to your mother for you?"
"What kind of message?"
"I think we need to find out for sure why your mother thinks you owe your father an apology."
Chase nodded yes. Isaac typed, "Why do you think I need to apologize to dad?"; then read the message to Chase for approval, and sent the message.
While they waited for a reply, Isaac dried off Chase and then himself. They put on soft fluffy robes and went to the living room to watch a little TV. As they were cruising through Netflix, Chase's phone signaled he'd received a message, and Isaac asked, "Do you want to read it, or do you want me to read it?"
"You, I don't think I can."
Isaac started, "Actually, Chase we both owe him an apology for believing he would react anyway but with love and support for you. FYI, your brother Barry and his wife feel the same way. We all love you and are so proud of you. And of course we will be at your graduation to watch our son get his law degree. We also hope we can meet Isaac. Love mom. P.S. I am sending you a post from your father's Facebook page."
When Isaac opened the link there was a the selfie of Isaac and himself that Chase had taken when they were out at The Buenos Aires. Under the picture was a caption that said, "My son and his new boyfriend."
Chase completely broke down, but now the tears were overwhelmingly joyful. When Chase finally cried out, he looked at Isaac and said "He called you my boyfriend." Then Chase gave Isaac a big kiss, but added, "Of course, I don't know what he will say when he finds out my new boyfriend won't be eating any of the Easter Sunday ham."
On the day of Graduation, Chase was one big ball of excitement. What Chase had once looked to with dread, introducing Isaac to his family, he now could hardly wait to do. After the ceremony, there Chase's mother went crazy with the pictures. She took pictures of Chase, Chase and Isaac, Chase and his parents, Chase with his brother, sister-in-law and nephews. Isaac's grandparents had also come to join in the celebration, so of course there were pictures of Chase, Isaac and Zedye and Bobe Saphir. She even shanghaied an passerby to take a whole group picture.
After the graduation, Isaac had all the Hansons and his grandparents over for a celebration. The apartment was decorated with UoC maroon, and a variety of photos of various stages in Chase's life. Chase's mother made sure Isaac had some of the most embarrassing ones from Chase's youth, including one from when he was in the eight grade and just started working out. In the picture Chase was wearing only his tighty-whities and showing off his guns, BB guns. Chase had tried to get the picture removed from the display, but Isaac refused to budge.
Isaac had also ordered a massive spread from Marty at the deli. Chase was afraid his father would say something embarrassing, and said to him, "Don't ask about ham or why there isn't any cheese." Chase's dad popped Chase on the back the head, and said, "Didn't you pay any attention in Sunday School. Of course not, this is a Kosher spread." Then his dad put an arm around Chase's neck and pulled him close and whispered in his ear, "Your mother put the entire family through a manners boot camp so we wouldn't look like a bunch of country bumpkins." The two broke into laughter.
Eventually, there were toasts to the newly minted lawyer, of course Chase pointed out he still had to pass the bar. Chase also said he had received five job offers, and he announced that he was starting at Carter, Bask, and Evans in two weeks. While Chase received congratulations on his new job, Isaac slipped into the bedroom and returned with a garment bag.
"This is my graduation present for you," Isaac said.
When Chase unzipped the bag, he found a charcoal suit with the identical cut of his blue suit. Chase grabbed Isaac and kissed him to the hoots of the gathered guests. What the guests didn't hear was Chase saying to Isaac, "I was just looking for a decent suit, but I found the most perfect man, and what I hope will be the love of my life."
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