Hairy Ever After

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Chapter One Hundred Twenty-Six

It was the Saturday before Thanksgiving, and Bren and Tom were on their way to Tom's sister's home for an early Thanksgiving celebration. Tom was behind the wheel as they drove the fifty mile trip. Elaine, Tom's sister, had first invited them to spend the actual holiday with her family, but Tom had told her they already had plans to spend the day with Bren's brother. Elaine was happy to change her plans, because she was looking forward to having her brother back in her life. When Tom had opened up to his family, his mother immediately disappeared from his life, telling her son she would remain removed until he chose to give "that" lifestyle up. Although slow coming around, Elaine had finally, with some hesitation, reconnected with her brother. Her husband, Erick, had shared his mother-in-law's feelings on the matter until a few months ago, when he and Elaine had met Tom and Bren at a restaurant. By the time the meal was over, Erick had apologized to Tom, and the evening had turned out to be a success.

"I can't wait to see Davey," Tom said. "He was just a baby the last time I was around him."

"He's what, around three?"

"That's right," Tom answered.

"I imagine he's just as good looking as his uncle," Bren teased.

Tom laughed and shrugged his shoulders. "Hey, he is my nephew. When he's older, he's sure to have all the girls chasing after him."

"The same way you did?"

"Girls tried to catch me, but it didn't take them long to see I wasn't interested."

"What about Davey?"

Tom gave his lover a quick look. "What about him?"

"What if he's exactly like you?"

It was a moment before Tom realized what Bren was hinting out. "You mean what if he's gay?"

Bren placed a hand on Tom's shoulder and smiled. "It could happen. Think about Chance and me."

A mental picture of Chance came to Tom and it made him happy. He was glad that Bren had reconnected with his brother, and even happier that the man had confessed to Bren that he was gay, too.

"If he were gay, how do you think his parents would react?"

Tom thought about the question. "I don't know. If that happened, I would hope Erick and Elaine would support him."

"Oh well," Bren said removing his hand, "the little guy's only three. I don't think he'll be announcing anything today."

Tom concentrated on driving, and Bren leaned back against the car seat and allowed his thoughts to mingle around in his head. Several miles had gone by when Bren asked, "Do you think your mom will come?"

Tom shook his head. "I really don't know, but I would think not."

"She's your mom, Babe," Bren encouraged. "She'll eventually come around."

"I do believe in miracles, but that's one miracle I don't see ever happening."

The rest of the trip was made in silence as the car's speedometer ticked off the miles, and before long they were entering the town where Tom's family lived. The main highway went through the middle of town, and Tom drove slowly through what he described to Bren as "the main drag". A few blocks later he made a right turn on a road that ended with in a cul-de-sac. He pulled into the driveway of the last house on the street and shut the car engine off. "Here we are," he announced unnecessarily.

Bren leaned over and gave his lover a quick kiss. "I'm really looking forward to spending time with your family."

"I am, too," Tom agreed. "At least I think I am."

The door suddenly opened, and Tom's sister, Elaine, greeted them warmly. "Tom! Bren! We're so happy you could come!"

As Bren watched Tom give his sister a hug, he saw a short little boy lean past his mother, a look of curiosity on his face. He was about to speak to the little boy when Tom's sister pulled him into a hug.

"We're so glad you could come, Bren," Elaine said.

Erick gave his brother-in-law a hug. "It's great to see you, Bud!"

When Bren stepped inside the house, he smiled at Erick and held out his hand. "Thank you for inviting us over," he told the man.

Erick paused a brief second and then said, "Come here and give me a hug, Bren."

Feeling a bit awkward, Bren let Erick hug him.

Davey stepped around his mother and wrapped his arms around Tom's legs. "Are you my – who is he, Mommy?"

"He's your Uncle Tom, Davey," his mother told him.

When Davey released his uncle's legs he turned to Bren and asked, "Are you my uncle, too?"

Not knowing how to answer, Bren remained silent.

"He is, Davey," Erick said. "He's your Uncle Bren."

Tom sniffed the air and said, "Food smells good, Sis."

Erick hung their coats in a hall closet, and Bren followed Tom and his sister into the kitchen. "Need any help?" he asked.

Elaine shook her head. "Everything's under control. We'll eat in about an hour. I'm just going to take a peek at the turkey. Why don't you guys go into the living room? I'll join you in a sec."

Bren followed Tom through the door and into the living room where they discovered Erick joining them from the hallway. "Take a seat, guys."

Bren and Tom sat down on the couch next to each other. There were two recliners in the room, and Erick landed in one of them. "I'm really glad you guys could come today."

Bren smiled. "Thank you for the invitation. I'm sorry we couldn't come Thanksgiving Day."

"Elaine and I understand perfectly," Erick said. "You have plans with your brother."

"Maybe sometime we can all go out for a meal," Elaine said joining them. She claimed the other recliner. "We'd love to meet him. Chance, right?"

"That's right," Bren answered.

Tom asked his sister, "Is Mom coming?"

Elaine shook her head. "Mom is – well, she's Mom."

Tom shrugged his shoulders. "She believes I chose to be the way I am, and I don't think she will ever believe any differently."

From across the room, Erick cleared his throat. "You can say gay, Tom. You're not a `way', you're a person. And while we're on that subject, I can't apologize to you enough for the way I treated you."

Tom smiled at his brother-in-law. "Nothing to apologize for, Erick. Besides, that's all in the past. Let's concentrate on the future."

"Still, I treated you like shit."

Davey was sitting on the floor near his mother's chair. "Mommy! Daddy said a bad word!"

Erick grinned. "Sorry, Davey." He looked at Bren and Tom and shrugged his shoulders. "I got caught," he mouthed.

"That's okay, Daddy." Davey stood up and walked over to Erick. "It's okay," he repeated crawling up into his father's lap.

"How's school?" Elaine asked.

Bren and Tom looked at each other. "You can go first," Bren said.

Tom talked about his students, the classes he taught, and a little bit of information about their lives. When he finished, Bren took up the story and talked about his students. He finished by asking, "How's second grade coming along for you?"

Elaine sighed. "I think okay. It's been a big adjustment for me."

Tom asked, "How many students do you have?"

"Twenty-six."

Bren leaned forward. "I think second grade is a great place to begin your teaching career. From what I've been told by other teachers, second grade is kind of a catch up year."

Elaine smiled. "I've been told the same thing. I hope it's true."

The next hour passed quickly, and Bren soon found himself sitting down at the table and looking at the food in front of him. "Everything looks delicious, Elaine."

"You always did well in the kitchen," Tom remembered.

"I do enjoy cooking," Elaine admitted. "However, since I've been teaching, the meals have become a lot simpler."

"Davey and I have no complaints," Erick said while carving the turkey.

Later, as they were enjoying the pumpkin pie Elaine had baked for dessert, she asked her brother, "Tom, do you remember our one Thanksgiving tradition we always did after the meal?"

Tom grinned. "I do. We always played Skip Bo, and I always beat you."

Elaine shook her head and said, "You're right about the game, but I was the one beating you."

"I think you're mistaken," Tom said. He swallowed the last bite of pie and smiled at his sister.

Erick had also finished eating, and he pushed away from the table and stood up. "I'll put Davey down for a nap, and then we can play a game or two?"

"But I'm not sleepy," Davey protested, while at the same time, his head fell towards his mostly empty plate. Realizing what just happened, he chuckled and said, "Well, maybe a short one."

Bren and Tom pitched in and helped Elaine with the cleanup. Bren loaded the dishwasher while Tom helped Elaine store the leftovers.

"We'll have plenty later on," Elaine declared.

The kitchen was clean and everything back in place by the time Erick returned. "The kid may claim not to be sleepy, but he's out like a rock. You guys through in here?"

"Get the cards out and we'll join you at the table," Elaine told her husband.

"I don't even know if Bren knows how to play Skip Bo," Tom said as they took seats around the dining room table."

"Chance and I used to play the game when we were kids."

"Living around so many adults, do you guys play any games?" Elaine asked.

"Not very often," Tom answered his sister. He grinned at Bren and explained, "Between teaching and working on various projects, we don't have much time for any game playing." He grinned at Bren.

Bren returned the grin, thinking of the projects Tom might be talking about. A loud said, "The community where we live owns a campground close by. We spent all last summer there. There were volley ball games every day, with a little softball thrown into the schedule".

As Erick shuffled the cards, he asked, "You spent the entire summer sleeping in tents?"

Tom laughed. "Of course not. There are two large sleeping cabins on the grounds. The students were separated into two groups. I slept in the cabin with one group and Bren slept in the other cabin with his group."

"Both cabins have an excellent heating and air conditioning system," Bren added.

"There's also a state of the art kitchen where Bren's brother, Chance, planned and prepared the meals. The kitchen connects with a large dining room, furnished with long tables and benches."

"That sounds like my kind of camping," Erick said. "Let's play cards!"

They were half way through their second game of Skip Bo when the front door could be heard opening and then shutting.

"Hello?" Erick called out.

Footsteps could be heard coming down the hallway. "I thought I'd see how your dinner – "

"Hi, Mom," Tom said when the new comer stopped in the doorway.

Bren eyed Tom first and then focused his eyes on the small petite brown haired woman his partner had called "Mom". He held his breath, anxious to see what might happen next.

Elaine pushed her chair back and stood up. `Hi, Mom. I thought you had plans today."

Ruby Varney ignored her son's greeting and turned around. "I can see you're busy, Elaine. I'll come back later."

"Would you like something to eat, Mom?" Elaine asked. "There's plenty of food left."

"I suppose Davey's taking his afternoon nap?"

"He is." Elaine followed her mother into the kitchen. "Let me fix you a plate, Mom."

"I'm not hungry."

Elaine began pulling containers from the refrigerator. "Fix yourself a plate and take home for later." She handed Ruby Varney a large paper plate.

"Well, alright, if you insist."

Elaine wrapped her arm around her mother's waist. "I do insist. It will take us days to eat what's left as it is."

Ruby leaned close to her daughter and whispered rather loudly, "Just how long is he and that man going to be here?"

"That man has a name, Mom. It's Bren, and your son loves that man."

"Elaine, you amaze me. How in the world can you allow this type of behavior inside your home? How can you expose Davey to such filth?"

"I'm not going to argue with you, Mom." Elaine reached for the roll of aluminum foil and ripped off a long piece. "Use this to cover your plate."

"I know there's a lot of perversion in the world, but I don't understand why you're so willing to allow it inside your home. Think of little Davey."

Erick joined his wife and mother-in-law in the kitchen. Choosing to remain calm, he asked, "Did you get plenty of food? There was a lot left over from our meal."

Ruby picked up the covered plate of food and shook her head. "I certainly hope the two of you don't regret this." She walked toward the door with Elaine and Erick following behind her.

As Elaine opened the door, she said, "Mom, I love my brother. He will always be my brother, and I'll continue loving him the way I always have."

"You'll regret this. You both will," Ruby said. "Mark my words."

Erick said, "Ruby, I don't usually butt into your family affairs, but I feel I need to say this. I love Tom like a brother, and I've always respected him. I may not understand everything about his relationship with Bren, but I'm going to try."

"Erick, you're so level headed. Can't you see that Tom is choosing to live the way he does? He's making a choice, and it's a very bad one."

Erick shook his head. "I'm sorry you feel that way, Ruby, I truly am. I will respect your way of thinking, but in my house, you need to respect my guests. Our guests," he added smiling at his wife.

Her husband's words encouraged Elaine to say, "I know you disagree, Mom, but I really believe that Tom didn't choose to fall in love with Bren. He didn't choose to love a man over a woman. My brother is who he is, and in this house, we will show him the respect he deserves. Bye, Mom. Drive safely."

Elaine turned around and walked into the dining room, leaving Erick to see her mother out the door.

"Think about it, Ruby. If Tom and Bren really love each other, and I believe they do, you're not going to change who they are. The only thing to change will be the loss of your son. Please promise me you will think about it." Erick slowly pushed the door shut and went to join the others.

When Elaine returned to the dining room, she discovered Tom and Bren leaving the table. "Where are you two going? We're in the middle of a game."

Tom shook his head. "I think it's best if we head home, Sis. We've created a rift between you and Mom, and I don't like that."

"Please don't leave." Elaine's eyes were suddenly filled with tears.

"What's going on in here?" Erick asked stepping into the room.

"Tom and Bren are leaving," his wife answered.

"Nonsense! Let's play cards."

Tom shook his head. "I think we've lost interest in the game."

Bren had been standing silently next to his partner. He took Tom's hand and said, "Tom's right. It wasn't our intention to ruin your day, but that's exactly what we've done."

"I'll get our coats," Tom said pulling his hand away from Bren. He walked toward the hall.

"Wait!" Erick spoke the command harshly. In a softer tone he said, "Please wait. I want to have a talk."

When he saw that Tom was determined to leave, Bren placed a hand on his lover's shoulder. "Let's listen to Erick. Please, Babe."

"Thank you, Bren. Please, guys, have a seat. Give me five minutes, and if you still want to leave, you're free to do so."

Bren guided his lover back to the couch, and the two sat down next to each other. Erick and Elaine sat in the recliners, and all four of them were wrapped in a blanket of silence.

Erick was the first to speak. "Guys, I want to talk first. Although not nearly as stubborn as my mother-in-law can be, I experienced some of the same feelings early on that she's feeling now. Look at me. I came around. It took me a while, and I can't apologize enough that it did. I'm hoping Ruby will, too. It's just going to take time."

"How much damned time does she need? She didn't find out about me yesterday, or even last year. No, I don't think Mom will ever accept me for who I am." Tom's words were full of bitterness.

Elaine got out of her recliner and walked over to the couch. She sat down next to Bren. "I want you both to know something. It makes me sad to hear Mom talk about the two of you the way she did just now, but only she can make the change. There's nothing any of us can do to make her change her way of thinking. Erick, I heard what you told Mom just before closing the door, and I agree completely with you."

Tom asked, "What did Erick tell her?"

Erick answered the question. "I told her she could keep her son in her life, or she could push him away for good. The choice was hers to make."

"We don't want to put you guys in the middle of anything," Bren declared.

"I'm going to say one last thing, and then you can leave if you still want to," Erick said. "I've been in this family long enough that I love Tom like a brother. Bren, while it's true that I don't know you all that well, I intend on changing that. Tom is a member of our family, and now you are as well. What do you say? Will you let me get to know you? Grow to love you?"

"But what about Tom and Elaine's mother?" Bren still had doubts.

Erick looked at his wife. "Elaine?"

"I will admit, the situation makes me sad. However," she paused and smiled at Bren and Tom, "I want my brother back in my life. And I want you, too," Elaine assured Bren.

Erick asked, "So, do you still want to leave?"

Bren looked at Tom and waited for an answer.

Tom was quiet for a moment. Then, "We do need to finish that game, don't we?"

"We certainly do," Erick declared jumping to his feet. "I think I'm going to win this time."

They finished the game, as well as two more, and it was during the last game that Erick made a suggestion. "So, tell me, is there any reason you guys have to return home tonight?"

Startled, Tom asked, "Why?"

"I just thought it would be nice to have you guys spend the night."

"Of course it would," Elaine chimed in. "I'm sorry I didn't think of it first."

Erick smiled at his wife. "That's why you have me around, Sweetheart. Together, we make a great team."

It was Bren who answered Erick's question. "We're out of school until Monday morning."

"And we're both off work until Monday as well," Elaine said.

Tom smiled at Bren and said, "I think I would like to. How do you feel?"

Bren laughed as he answered, "I think I'd like that, too. It will give me a chance to win my honor back and beat Erick this time."

"What ya doin'?"

The four adults discovered Davey staggering into the living room, still a little sleepy from his afternoon nap.

Erick swept his son off his feet and pulled him close. "Your uncles are spending the night with us."

"Goodie!" the little boy squealed. He looked over at Tom and grinned. "Uncle Tom." Next he cast his eyes on Bren and said, "Uncle Bren."

When the game ended, with Bren the winner, Elaine said, "I think we should pause our game playing and eat a snack. There's plenty of food left. I'm going to sit it out on the counter and everyone can pick and choose what they want to eat."

"Turkey, please," Davey said. "Put me down, Daddy. I'm hungry."

Bren offered to help Elaine, and working together, they soon had the kitchen counter loaded down with Thanksgiving food leftovers. Following her suggestion, everyone except Davey picked and chose what they wanted to eat. Davy asked for turkey and "smashed potatoes" to be put on his plate.

As they sat around the dining room table eating, Elaine reminded Tom of one particular memory when they were kids.

"Seriously?" Tom shook his head. "Did I really do that?"

"You certainly did. I'm surprised that you don't remember."

"I bet you were so cute," Bren laughed.

"There's a picture to prove it," Elaine remembered. "After we're through eating, I'll show you, Bren."

"Oh, I don't think so," Tom told his sister.

Bren grinned. "Can't wait."

"Bren, was your family big on celebrating the holidays?" Erick asked.

"We were while my parents were living. After they died, not so much."

"How long have they been gone?" Elaine was sitting next to Bren. She placed a hand over his.

"A few years," Tom answered, hoping to make things easier for his lover.

"After their death, Chance and I drifted apart for a time. Well, that's not exactly true. I was still in school when they died, and Chance moved back home. After I graduated from college and had my first teaching job, we sold my parent's home and went our separate ways."

"They reconnected about a year ago, and things are really good between them now," Tom explained.

Elaine removed her hand and said, "I know how happy that has to make you. I'm much happier now that Tom's back in my life. That you both are," she added.

"Here here." Erick raised his tea glass. "To family."

"To family," they all echoed.

"Family," Davey said. His "tippy cup" held milk, and he picked it up and took a drink.

During the meal conversation was tossed back and forth, mainly between the four adults, and by the time it was over, the feeling of sadness had vanished completely. Bren and Tom helped Elaine with the cleanup, and Erick entertained Davey in the living room.

When Elaine and her helpers joined Erick and Davey, Bren said, "Okay, Elaine, I'm ready. Show me the pictures."

Tom shook his head. "Seriously?" He turned to his sister and said, "Elaine, no one wants to be bored looking at some old photographs."

Elaine laughed and said, "I don't think Bren will be bored at all."

Tom eyed his brother-in-law sitting across the room and said, "Erick?"

Erick shrugged his shoulders. "Don't look at me. I'm a little curious to see Bren's reaction, too."

Elaine pulled a drawer out from the coffee table and brought out three heavy picture albums. One looked fairly new, but the other two were definitely much older.

The next hour passed quickly as Bren looked at pictures showing Tom growing out of babyhood all the way into adulthood. The ones Bren enjoyed the most made Tom's face turn red.

"I can't believe some of these pictures are still around." Tom flipped the page in the album Bren was holding. "Moving on."

Bren turned the page back. "Excuse me." He grinned and said, "You were such a cute little guy. I don't want to miss any of your previous little life."

Bren looked at each page that displayed his lover's life, and treasured each picture. The last album Elaine showed him were recent years of not only Tom, but his family as well. Bren studied each picture carefully.

Elaine pointed to a picture of the family and said, "That was the last picture of Dad. He died a month after this was taken."

Bren studied it for a time. A big smile was on each face. He looked at Tom's mother. Ruby had the best smile of all. "What a difference from the woman I saw today," he thought.

As if reading his lover's thoughts, Tom remarked, "Look how happy Mom is in that picture."

"It's a wonderful family picture," Bren praised.

"Let me see it," Erick said.

Bren held the album up.

"That's how the family looked when I first met Elaine.

"It was a happy time," Elaine agreed.

"Not so much now," Tom sighed.

Erick stood to his feet, carrying Davey with him and said, "Alright, Davey boy, "it's bedtime for you, sir. Give everyone a goodnight kiss."

"But I'm not tired," Davey objected.

"Do you want to finish the story we started this afternoon?" he dad asked.

"Story. Yes, story."

Davey kissed his mother and then said, "Want a kiss, Uncle Bren?"

The little boy gave both of "uncles" a slobbery kiss and followed his dad down the hall.

Elaine returned the photo albums to the drawer and pushed it shut. "Davey may claim not to be tired, but I can guarantee you, he'll be asleep before the story is over."

When Erick returned, he smiled. "The kid's out for the count. Do we feel like playing another game of Skip Bo?"

They returned to the dining table and played two more games. After Tom had won both, Erick pushed his chair back and stood up. "I think I'm ready for bed. You guys stay up as long as you like."

Tom smiled at Bren. "I think I'm ready to call it a night as well. How about you, Babe?"

Bren sighed. It had indeed been a stressful day. Smiling back, he answered, "I am a little tired."

Elaine stood up and said, "Let me show you your bedroom."

They followed her down the hall. She stopped at a doorway and flipped the light switch on in a bathroom. "This is yours to use," she told them. She pointed at a small, but rather tall hutch. "There are towels and wash cloths in that cabinet. Feel free to use anything in there you need. There are packages of new tooth brushes and plenty of tooth paste as well."

Elaine took them a little futher down the hall and said, "Here's your room." She turned the light on. "I hope you find it comfortable."

Bren looked inside the room. An old antique bed and matching dresser, along with a very old bedside table took up most of the room. In one corner was a wooden rocker that looked just as old as the rest of the furniture."

Tom stepped inside the bedroom. "Elaine. This is Gramps and Gran's stuff, isn't it?"

Elaine smiled. "It is."

"I didn't think Mom would ever part with any of their things."

Elaine shrugged her shoulders. "I thought so, too, but about a year ago she suddenly decided that I should have it."

Tom sat down on one corner of the bed. Looking at Bren, he said, "I can remember taking lots of naps in this bed with Gramps."

"Everything is the same, with the exception of the mattress and springs. When Mom gave the furniture to me, Erick and I went out and bought a new set. I think you'll find the bed way more comfortable than when you last slept in it."

Erick walked passed the door and called out, "Good night, guys. See you in the morning."

"If you need anything, let me know." Elaine gave them each a kiss on the cheek. "I'm really glad you both are here. See you in the morning."

"Night, Sis," Tom said.

Tom closed the door and turned around. Grinning, he said, "I hope my sister is okay with the two of us having sex in her guest room."

Bren looked at the closed door. "Do you think that's wise?"

Tom shrugged his shoulders. "Why should she mind? I have a feeling she and Erick will be doing the same thing. I do have one request."

Bren pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it on the rocker. "And that would be?"

Tom removed his shirt as well. "You might try to be a little quieter while I'm fucking you."

In less than a minute both men were naked as they stood before each other. Tom stepped forward and placed a hand in the middle of Bren's hairy chest. He ran his fingers through the curly black hair and said, "I thought we'd never get these fucking clothes off."

Bren agreed. Eyeing the screen on his phone, he said, "We've been dressed for nearly twelve hours. Definitely the longest day of wearing clothes since I moved into the Community."

"Me, too." Tom gave his lover a kiss.

Both men felt their cocks jerk between them as they kissed. Tom pulled away and threw the covers back on the bed. "I wonder how much fucking has taken place on this bed."

"I don't know about the bed, but your sister did say the mattress was about a year old."

Tom pulled his lover close. "Maybe Erick and Elaine tried it out when it was new. Let's make our own history on the bed." He pulled Bren to the bed, and they fell down next to each other.

"Wait," Bren said when he felt Tom kissing his way down his body.

"Now what?"

"I know how things get when we fuck," Bren worried. "I really don't want to leave cum on the bed covers for your sister to find."

Tom slid off the bed. "I have an idea." He pulled his jeans on and headed for the bedroom door. "I'll be right back."

He returned almost immediately carrying a large bath towel. "We'll use this for protection. If any cum gets on it, I'll use it in the morning when I take my shower."

Bren raised his legs and watched Tom spread the towel on the bed.

"Feel better now?" Tom asked falling between his partner's legs.

"Much." Bren pulled the man up his body and began kissing him. He planted a wet kiss on each cheek and then worked his tongue inside Tom's mouth.

Tom moaned and broke the kiss. "I love you, Babe." His body began moving back down, and he left a wet trail of kisses in Bren's curly body fur.

"Oh, God," Bren whispered. "Fuck me. Please. Get my ass ready for your cock."

Tom licked his way down into Bren's mass of black pubes and continued leaving a wet trail as he tongued his way to the base of his lover's hard cock. He made several trips around the hairy root until he had the thick mat of hair saturated with his saliva. He teased Bren's furry nut sac and had the man groaning. "Remember, we're not at home," he reminded.

Bren moaned again, this time much softer. Tom's touch was driving him crazy. A short time later he said, "Let me get your cock ready to fuck me, Babe."

"No need," Tom assured him. "My dick's ready to slam inside you. Get on your hands and knees. We don't have any lube, so I've got to get you good and wet inside."

The old fashioned bed made a noise when Bren moved. "Shit, a squeaky bed. That will definitely let Erick and Elaine know what we're doing."

Tom moved on his knees until he was directly behind Bren. He pulled his lover's ass cheeks apart and eyed the snake of black hair that filled Bren's trench. His eyes followed it down to where it met up with his partner's furry entrance. "God, I love looking at your hole," he whispered softly.

Bren wiggled his ass. "It's winking at you."

Tom spent several minutes teasing Bren's asshole with his tongue, working as much saliva inside as he could. When he was satisfied it was wet enough, Tom spit in the palm of his hand and covered his dick with saliva. He placed his slippery cockhead against Bren ass and said, "Get read. I'm going in."

It had been a long time since a cock had entered Bren without lube, and he caught his breath. He concentrated on relaxing, hoping it would help.

"Are you alright?" Tom could feel his partner's resistance.

Bren took a deep breath and slowly let it out. "Yes. It just feels so different without lube."

Tom's cock was about half way inside. "I can pull out. I refuse to hurt you."

Bren pushed back and felt Tom go a bit deeper. "Don't pull out. You aren't going to hurt me."

Tom placed both hands on Bren's ass and slowly slid the rest of the way in. He watched his dick disappear, leaving his wiry pubes pressed tightly against Bren's flesh.

Bren felt his ass walls suddenly relax. "There," he said and sighed. "Fuck me, Babe."

Tom's body tingled when he felt his cock pressed next to his Bren's love nut. The feeling went all the way to his toes. "Your ass feels so fucking good."

Bren felt his lover pull his cock back and then shove it once more in. He could feel Tom's hairy nut sac rubbing against him as his lover pushed in. Pull back. In. Back. In a little harder. Slowly back and right back in. Tom began a gentle fucking, and Bren felt the head of his dick shake a bit, forcing a thick drop of pre cum out its pee slit. "Faster," he pleaded.

Tom began fucking faster, driving his cock deep each time he thrust in. He fucked fast. He fucked deep. Slammed his balls hard against his lover's skin. His dick had deposited enough pre inside his lover's ass, making it easier and pleasurable for them both.

Tom's fucking was driving Bren crazy, and he began jacking his cock, using his pre for lube. Tom was hitting all the right places, and Bren knew it wouldn't be long before he fell over the edge.

Tom pulled his lover close and slammed hard between the man's ass walls. It wasn't long until he felt the familiar tingling in his balls. "Close," he warned.

"Fill my ass," Bren groaned.

Tom's cock shook between the walls of Bren's ass and fired the first spurt of cum out. His dick continued erupting as wave after wave of pleasure traveled through his body.

Bren felt his orgasm quickly approaching. He pulled his hand away from his dick. There was no place for his load to land except the towel. Tom's cock felt so good inside him that for a moment Bren thought he was going to cum anyway.

Tom realized that Bren hadn't come, so he quickly pulled out, bringing some of his cum with him. He caught most of it with his hand, but some fell on the towel anyway. "Roll over, and I'll suck you off."

Bren fell to his back and spread his legs. "Fuck," he moaned when he felt Tom's working his cock inside his mouth.

Tom ran his mouth down until his lips and nose were buried in his lover's wiry pubes. They tickled, and for a moment, he thought he might sneeze. He fought the urge off and concentrated on fucking Bren's cock with his mouth. The faster he worked it, the louder Bren moaned. Tom thought about reminding the man and then thought, "Fuck it. The goddamned springs probably gave us away." He felt Bren's cock thicken up and knew his lover was about to fire cum down his throat. He prepared for the creamy flood he knew was coming.

"Fuck," Bren muttered just before he shot the first jet of cream to the back of Tom's throat. His lover swallowed it all, and when he pulled away, all Bren saw was a little drop trying to leak from one corner of Tom's mouth. He wiped it off with a finger and fed it to his lover.

Tom sucked the finger clean. "Good to the last drop," he said grinning.

They lay next to each other for a few minutes basking in the afterglow of an intense orgasm and enjoyed the silent room. When Bren felt himself growing sleepy, he said, "I really should do something about the cum in my ass. I don't want to make a mess on the bed."

"I'm sure my sister's seen cum plenty of times."

"She may have, but she hasn't seen mine," Bren objected.

"Oh, alright. I'll go get a wash cloth."

Tom rolled off the bed. "Give me the towel."

"No. If I move, it will all leak out of my ass."

Tom hesitated a minute and then finally shook his head. "Fuck it. Everyone's asleep anyway."

He opened the door and stuck his head out into the hall. Everything was quiet, so he quickly crossed the hall and entered the bathroom. He shut the door and turned on the light. He opened the hutch and found a wash cloth. He wet it and washed the splattered cum out of his pubes. Then rewetting it, he turned the light off and opened the door. He checked the dark hallway out and hurried toward the bedroom door.

"You guys should bring some WD40 on your next visit."

Tom froze in his tracks. He turned his head slowly around and discovered Erick coming down the hall from the living room. He felt his face turn hot. It had to be so red that even in the dark Erick could see it. He automatically tried to use the wash cloth to cover his crotch. "Oh, God, Erick. I am so, so sorry."

"Lucky for you Elaine is a heavy sleeper. You can rest easy. She didn't hear you."

Tom slowly moved toward the bedroom door. "I don't know what to say, other than I'm sorry, Erick."

Erick laughed. "I hope you don't think I'm so closed minded about you guys fucking. I know how much you love each other. Don't worry, this will be our little secret. Now, go into the bedroom. I'll wait until you close the door."

Tom hurried in the bedroom and shut the door after him. He looked at Bren's naked body on the bed and made a quick decision. He would tell his lover about his conversation with Erick, but it wouldn't be tonight. "Here you go," he said handing the wet cloth to Bren.