Tim and Hank: Chapter 39
Chapter 39
Tim
What was that tapping noise?
I opened my eyes. It was still dark. I was cuddled up with my head on Hank's chest. He was laying on his back, his arm around me while softly snoring.
The bedroom door opened slowly and I lifted my head slightly.
"Tim," Dad whispered. "Sorry. I tried to knock, but you didn't answer. Hank has about an hour before he has to be at work."
Hank stirred under me and sat up on his elbows. His eyes widened and he shifted uncomfortably. "Mr. M. I--"
"It's okay, Hank," Dad said. "I don't mind that you stayed over. I just wanted to make sure you knew the time."
Hank looked over at the clock.
"Shit! Thanks, Mr. Matth-- er, Jack."
Hank jumped out of my bed, wearing only his boxer shorts and a wife beater. He looked slightly embarrassed and it made me want to giggle.
"You don't mind if I take a shower before I head out?" he asked Dad.
"Of course not, son. Tim will show you where everything is, if you don't already know."
"Thanks."
Dad closed the door.
"Shit," Hank said to me. "I felt like I was 16 years old, getting caught in your bed like that."
I laughed and Hank smacked me with a pillow.
"He doesn't care. Dad really likes you, Hank," I told him. "He's always liked you."
"The way we went at it back then, I'm surprised he never caught us."
"God, it was bad enough that Jeff did."
We both laughed and I pushed myself out of bed with a grunt.
Hank followed me across the hall to the bathroom. I got him a clean towel and washcloth from the linen closet. I dug around under the sink and I found a new toothbrush and a pack of disposable razors.
"You can have these," I said. "And there's shower gel and shampoo. I'll go make you some coffee."
Hank leaned down and kissed me. I watched him turn on the shower and then get undressed. He threw his boxers at me and they hit me in the face.
"Perv," he snickered.
"Jerk," I laughed back.
I left the bathroom laughing to myself and went back to my room and threw on a pair of shorts. I hurried downstairs to the kitchen where Dad was sitting at the table, reading a newspaper and drinking a mug of coffee. I poured the last of the coffee into a cup for myself and brewed a new pot for Hank.
I poured some milk into my coffee and then sat down at the table with Dad. He looked up from the paper and smiled at me.
"So, I take it you and Hank are back together for good?"
"Yes."
"Good."
He returned to the paper and continued reading. Hank came down freshly showered a few minutes later wearing his uniform. I poured him a cup of coffee and offered him some something to eat. He took a banana and an apple. I ate a banana as well.
After he finished, he looked at his watch and stood up.
"I gotta go, baby. I'll call you tonight when I get off duty," he said.
He bent down and kissed me and then walked to the front door. Dad was watching us over the top of his paper and I smiled as he chuckled to himself. I got up and walked Hank out to his truck. He lit up a smoke and took a deep drag and held it for a second before exhaling and relaxing.
"I probably won't be able to see you tonight because I think Ma is having my brothers over for dinner. Lor is bringing his new baby. But tomorrow, I got you all day, right?"
"Yeah. We have the thing with the lawyer in the morning, and then I don't have anything planned."
"I'd invite you tonight, but Lor's gonna be there... And I don't want you to have to put up with his bullshit."
"That's okay. I'd be too embarrassed for your family to see me like this."
"I'm not ashamed of you, Tim. Ma and Dad know we're back together. And your bruises will be gone before you know it."
"I know you're not ashamed of me."
"Good."
"Bye, Hank. I love you."
He winked at me and climbed into the truck. He rolled down the window and held his cigarette outside the window as he backed out. He waved his hand to me and drove off.
I returned inside, took a pain pill and got the ice pack and held it over my eye as I laid back down on my bed.
I didn't get to see Hank that night, but he did call to talk to me.
"You're not done with your family already are you?" I asked.
"Nah. Everyone is in the living room. Ma is getting dessert ready. Lor and his wife are pissing me off. She's talking about Jesus and quoting the bible. Someone needs to tell her to shut the fuck up. I need some comforting from my baby."
I laughed. "Aww, you're so sweet. You shouldn't let him bother you. And speaking of baby, how's their baby?"
"He's actually really cute, even though he looks like Lor."
I laughed again. "Lor looks like your dad. And so do you. Of course he's cute."
"Theresa let everyone hold him," he said, before adding quietly, "Everyone but me."
"Don't let them get to you, Hank."
"Whatever," he said dismissively. "I don't care."
He said that he didn't care, but I knew that he did. It broke my heart that his brother and his wife hurt him like that and I struggled to not get angry and not start crying.
I let out a sigh. "For someone who throws her Christianity in your face, she doesn't seem very Christ-like."
"Yeah," he scoffed. "I should get back downstairs," he said with a sigh. "Thanks for cheering me up, babe."
"You're welcome. I love you, Hank."
"Love you, too. I'll call you before I go to bed, okay? Bye."
I hung up the phone and laid back down.
I laid back down and thought about Hank's brother and sister-in-law. It's so pathetic that some people try to disguise their hate and bigotry by hiding behind religion. They would never accept me, but I didn't care. Everyone else in Hank's family liked me. And my family loved me. That was all that mattered.
***
Monday morning I went down to the courthouse with Dad. We were meeting Dad's lawyer there and I had to talk to the prosecutor.
I thought Dad was going to go through the roof when the prosecutor told me that because Pete was my live-in lover and I had consented to rough sex with him in the past, they were dropping the rape charge. He made it sound like I liked it and said that it would be argued that 'simulated rape was part of our sex play'. I was so embarrassed and ashamed that I covered my face in my hands and started to sob right there in the office.
Dad was absolutely livid. He held his arm around my shoulders as he called them every name in the book. I had never heard him so mad as he was that morning.
While we were there, we overheard that Pete didn't show up in court. He apparently skipped bail.
When we met privately with Dad's lawyer, he said if Pete skipped out of town, he'd probably be able to get Dad's charges dropped. I was so relieved. At least there was some good news.
Dad fumed the whole ride home at the way the lawyers treated me. I told him it was okay and that I just wanted Pete gone and out of my life.
When we got home, Dad helped me get settled on the couch.
"I'm fine, Dad," I said as he tucked the afghan around me.
"Do you want me to stay home with you, Tim?" Dad asked.
"No, that's okay. I'm okay, Dad. Really."
"Well, you're gonna take this week off to get better. And next week, too, if you need it."
"I've already been off a whole week. I should probably go back in next week. I have a lot of work to do."
"I can manage without you for a few more days. I just want you to get better. Okay?"
He patted my shoulders and then headed in to work.
I went upstairs and laid on my bed and called Hank and told him that we were done at the courthouse. He asked what they said. I told him about Pete not showing up and then I hesitatingly told him what they said about the charges and why. I started to get mad and I told Hank that it wasn't true. He was really pissed off.
"God damned fucking lawyers!" was his response.
He said he'd be over in a few minutes and we hung up the phone. I got up and went to the bathroom and washed my face and headed downstairs to wait for Hank. When I heard his truck pull into the driveway, I went outside to meet him.
He opened the door and jumped out of the truck and I gasped. He was wearing a sleeveless t-shirt with 'MARINES' across the front that showed off his beefy chest and stomach and muscular arms. The shirt was tucked into a pair of old, faded Levis. I could see the outline of his dick bulging in the crotch. He was wearing his favorite cowboy boots. He had on a ratty hunting camouflage patterned baseball cap and sunglasses.
My knees got weak and my dick instantly became erect in my jeans.
Hank laughed and pulled off the sunglasses and looked down at my crotch. "Nice to see you too, babe," he said.
I blushed and covered my crotch with my hands. "You look really hot."
"And you are so fucking cute I might have to kiss you right here in front of the neighbors."
I finally got a chance to really see the new tattoo on his right upper arm. "You got a new tattoo."
He flexed and held up his right arm. "I got this a couple years in. You like it?"
It was the Marines eagle, globe, and anchor emblem and it said 'USMC' under it.
"I love it. It looks good on you."
Hank grinned. "Come on, let's go get some lunch."
"I still have bruises and a black eye..."
"The bruises are almost faded away, baby. It's not nearly as bad as you think."
"I guess. Can we get it to go?"
"Sure. If that's what you want."
We went downtown to the deli and Hank bought both of us sandwiches and chips and a coke. We drove to the park and ate in the truck. We had the windows rolled down and there was a nice breeze going.
"I think I'm ready to sleep at home now," I said as I took a bite of my sandwich.
"Tim, I don't think it'd be a good idea for you to be alone right now."
"But if Pete skipped town, then he won't come back, don't you think?"
"I won't feel comfortable until he's behind bars. I worry about you, Timmy."
"I know, Hank."
"Just until the end of the week, okay?"
I sighed. "Okay. Only because I love you."
"I love you too, babe."
"Can we stop by my house so that I can get some of my clothes? I'm sick of sweatpants and t-shirts."
"Sure."
We drove over to the house and Hank pulled in behind my jeep. We got out and went inside. The living room was a mess. When I saw the blood and piss stains on the rug, I started trembling. Hank stepped up behind me and wrapped his arms around me. I grabbed his arms and squeezed them. I took a deep breath and let it out.
I pulled myself together and we headed back to the bedroom. The dresser drawers were open and stuff was spilled all over the floor.
"It wasn't like this when you left, was it?" Hank asked.
"No."
"Stay here."
Hank walked out into the hallway. I looked at the closet. The side that held Pete's clothes was empty. I realized then that all of Pete's stuff was gone from the closet and the drawers.
Hank walked back in. "A window pane on the back door is broken and the door is unlocked."
"All of Pete's stuff is gone. I guess he came and got his stuff."
While Hank pulled out his cellphone and called the police, I sat on the bed dejected.
"This is why I don't want you here alone, baby," Hank said as he sat down on the bed next to me. "What if you had been here?"
"I know," I sighed. "You're right, Hank."
Hank gave me a hug and a kiss and we walked through the house to see if anything else was missing. It looked like only his clothes and his tools were gone as far as I could tell. We walked out to the front yard to wait for the cops. We sat down on the front porch steps.
"Do you anything valuable in the house that you can think of?" Hank asked.
"No. I mean, I don't really have much stuff."
"Your house is really cute, Tim. It's a good size for you."
"Thanks. I really like it here."
"When Pete was staying here... Did he help you with the bills and rent?"
I shook my head no. Hank pulled out his pack of smokes and lit a cigarette. He stared at it as he rolled it between his thumb and finger, seemingly deep in thought.
"I don't understand why you were with him, Timmy. I'm not judging you, okay? I just want to understand."
"I was lonely... He seemed to be the only one interested. He came into the trailer one day and it just happened. He kept coming around... and then suddenly he was moving in. And then everything just... I knew that it wasn't right, but I couldn't stop myself. You must think I'm pathetic."
My eyes teared up and Hank pulled me to him for a hug.
"Timmy, I'm not judging you and it doesn't change my feelings for you. I understand being lonely. After I joined the Marines, I didn't have sex with anyone for four years. I'd jerk off in the head thinking about fucking you or you sucking me off. After I got out, I joined a gym near my apartments. I used to get my dick sucked in the showers at the gym. Now, who's pathetic?"
I couldn't help it. I laughed. And Hank laughed with me and we were soon both doubled over with laughter.
"Well, I still win," I said with a smile.
A black and white police car pulled up and two policemen got out, an older African-American guy and a short muscular guy. Hank and I stood up and walked up to them.
"Ballatori, what are you doing here?" the older guy asked.
"Hey, Lee. I made the call. This is Tim Matthews."
They both nodded their heads like they knew who I was.
"Tim's staying with his parents for the week. We stopped by to get some clothes and noticed the bedroom had been ransacked. He got through the back door by breaking a window."
We walked through the house with the policemen and they took notes and filled out a report. After they left, I picked up the mess in the bedroom. I put the drawers back and changed the sheets on the bed. Hank tried to clean up the mess in the living room.
Hank returned to the bedroom. "Baby, I think you're gonna need to get the carpet professionally cleaned."
"Okay. I'll try to get someone to do it this week."
Hank wrapped his arms around me and I hugged him and rubbed his arms.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"Yeah. I feel safe when I'm with you."
Hank and I kissed passionately and I moved my hand down to his crotch and rubbed the bulge growing there.
"Hank, I want you..."
I dropped to my knees and unbuckled his belt. I slowly unzipped his jeans and pulled them down with his boxers to the top of his cowboy boots. I took his big, heavy dick in my hand and stroked it up and down. I glided the foreskin back and forth over the head as his dick rapidly grew to full size. I licked along his shaft and took his balls into my mouth one at a time while stroking him. When he was fully erect, I ran my tongue up the bottom and took him into my mouth.
I sucked and bobbed up and down. I used my hand on him at the same time, stroking the shaft while I twisted it back and forth.
Hank pulled out of my mouth and pulled me to my feet. He pulled off his boots and pants, then pulled down my pants and pushed me onto the bed. He tossed his baseball hat onto the nightstand and then crawled onto the bed facing my feet and pulled me onto my side so that we were in a 69 position.
I grabbed his cock and pulled it towards my mouth and resumed sucking him off. I moaned when I felt his warm wet mouth on me. He would stop when I got close so that we could come together. When he finally got there, he took me back in his mouth and bobbed up and down and we moaned and blasted into each other's mouths at the same time.
After we relaxed and cuddled on the bed for a while, we got up and cleaned up in the bathroom.
I called Jeff and told him what happened and to ask about the glass on the back door and the carpet. He told me he'd take care of all of it for me, which was really nice of him and I thanked him for his help.
I locked up the house so we could go pick up dinner and Hank put on his baseball cap and sunglasses while we walked to his truck. We went down to the barbecue place and grabbed a couple of slabs of ribs and sides to go and then headed back to my house.
Hank set out the food on the table. I had a couple bottles of beer and some pop in the fridge, so I pulled out a beer for Hank and Coke for myself. I grabbed a couple of plates and we sat down and ate dinner together at the table.
"This is nice," I said between bites. "I could get used to this."
"Me too, babe."
"I guess you're gonna make me go back to my parents tonight," I said with a sigh.
"Yup."
"Would you stay with me again?"
Hank thought about it for a bit before replying. "If it's okay with your parents."
"It's okay, I'm sure. Dad asked if you staying over the other night meant we were back together."
We drove to Hank's house and he packed an overnight bag and grabbed one of his dry-cleaned uniforms. I grabbed a pair of his boots, his belt and his hat. He pulled his gun out of a safe in his closet and locked it in a box under the seat in his truck. We headed back to my parents house and he took his stuff up to my room. I walked into the living room where Dad was watching a baseball game and I sat down on the couch.
"Dad? Hank is going to spend the night with me, if it's okay."
He just said, "That's fine, sport. You're an adult. You don't need my permission."
He returned to his baseball game.
Hank came downstairs and gave me a questioning look. I nodded and smiled and he greeted and shook Dad's hand, then sat down on the couch next to me. He and Dad watched the game, both of them cheering and yelling at the TV.
I looked between the two of them and smiled to myself. I felt like the luckiest guy in the world.
After the game, Dad told us goodnight and headed up to bed. I went out on the back deck with Hank so he could have a smoke and then we went up to bed, too.
We stripped down to our underwear and I climbed into bed while Hank set an alarm on his watch.
"I don't want your dad to have to come in here and wake me up again," he said before crawling into bed.
I cuddled up to Hank and ran my hand over his furry chest.
"You're a lot hairier," I whispered.
"I was only 18 when you last saw my chest. It filled in quite a bit since. You like it?"
"I love it... it's so manly," I said as I ran my fingers through it.
I slid my fingers up his pecs and onto his shoulders then down his arms. I traced the Marines tattoo with my fingers.
"God, you're so freakin' hot."
"Yeah?" Hank growled. "You like my body?" he asked with a grin. He knew I did.
"Oh, yeah, I love it. I thought you were perfect back when you were the high school football jock. And now you're a Marine and a cop and all grown up..."
I moaned and kissed up his chest and gave him a gentle nip on his neck with my teeth.
Hank groaned. "Jesus Christ, babe, you're making me crazy."
We rolled onto our sides to face each other and began making out. As Hank sucked on the base of my neck, I grabbed at his boxers and pulled them down. Hank helped me and pulled them off and tossed them onto the floor. He pulled my underwear down and tossed them as well.
Hank grabbed me and rolled onto his back, pulling me on top of him. I straddled his hips and bent down and kissed him. Hank shifted me so that his dick was curved up my back against my ass crack and began licking and sucking my nipples. I whimpered and rubbed my ass against his cock.
"Oh, fuck, baby," he groaned quietly.
"Hank... I need you. Please make love to me."
"Are you sure, Tim? Are you sure you're ready for that?"
"Yeah. I'm fine. I'm not using the medicine anymore."
"Well, I know you're physically fine... I just don't want to move too fast."
"I'm okay, Hank. I feel so good when I'm with you. I love you so much. I want to be with you again. In every way."
I reached over and pulled open the nightstand drawer. I fished around and found an old bottle of lube.
"Do you think it's still good?" I asked.
"I'm sure it's fine. You have any rubbers?"
I dug through the drawer. "No."
"Shit," he grumbled.
"We did it without the last time. And I just got tested."
"Yeah, but I haven't. I mean, I've been safe, but... I'll get tested this week."
"You could pull out before you come. I trust you, Hank."
Hank opened the lube and poured it out onto his fingers. "Lift up a little bit."
I moved up so he could get his hand under me. He rubbed around my hole and slowly pushed his finger into me. I threw my head back and bit my lip to stifle a groan. Hank slowly and gently moved his finger in and out. When he saw that I wasn't hurting, he pushed a second finger into me and I began slowly riding his hand. Hank grabbed my hips and lifted me up. His dick flopped down onto his belly. He poured a generous amount of lube on his shaft. I reached down and stroked it and spread the lube around. I held it up and Hank poured more lube onto the head. He held it straight up with one hand at the base and held my waist and guided me with the other. I slowly sat down on it. I closed my eyes and relaxed and the head pushed into me.
I gasped, "Oh, Jesus..."
Hank hissed and gripped my waist. He helped hold myself still and I slowly sank down another two inches.
"Oh, god, Hank... You're so big..."
"Yeah, you like my dick, baby?" he growled.
"I love it. It's the best and biggest I've ever had."
I sank further down and then raised back up. I slowly sank back down, going down further. When I finally had it buried completely linside me, my body shuddered and I leaned down and Hank and I kissed.
"Ride me, baby," Hank growled.
I leaned forward and put my hands on Hank's body. He gripped my waist harder and helped me slide up and down on his cock. I raked my fingers through the hair on Hank's torso. I threw my head back and moaned softly as I slowly made love to Hank.
"Let me get on top, Timmy."
I pulled off Hank and he grabbed me and flipped me onto my back. He pushed my legs back and I locked my knees around his waist as he pushed his dick into me.
"Oh, god," I whispered. "Fuck me, Hank."
I pushed my heels into Hank's ass, urging him to move. Hank bent down and kissed me hard.
"Oh, fuck, I missed your ass, baby," Hank growled.
He wrapped his arms around my back and pumped his hips harder and faster. He pounded into me using long strokes, then short jabs, then long strokes again. The bed creaked under us. Hank was so amazing. He felt so good inside me. I ran my hands up and down his body, feeling the strong, flexing muscles covered in soft fur.
I pushed back against him, rubbing my weeping dick against his thrusting abs. He expertly pushed and prodded my prostate with every thrust. He held me tight to his body as he thrust even harder into me. The pleasure was so intense, I couldn't hold back anymore.
"I'm gonna come!" I cried out as quietly as I could.
I gripped Hank's back and my back arched. My body stiffened and shuddered as I blasted my load between our bodies. I felt my hot come pulsing between our bodies, coating our chests and stomachs. The intensity of my climax had me gasping for air.
"Oh god, oh god, I'm close, baby," Hank grunted.
Hank's thrusting grew harder and more uneven and the bed springs groaned under us.
"Oh, fuck," he grunted as he pulled his cock out of me and leaned back on his heels and jerked it. I pushed up onto my elbow and grabbed his dick out of his hand. I glided my right hand over his slippery shaft with a fast and firm grip. Hank bucked his hips forward and grunted.
"Timmy!"
Hot ropes of come exploded out of his cock and the first blast spattered across my face, causing me to gasp in surprise. Hank grunted with each subsequent shot that sprayed my chest and then my stomach. It seemed like it would never stop shooting until it was finally just dribbling out down his shaft onto my hand.
"Oh fuck, oh Jesus," he whispered.
Hank's chest heaved up and down and his body shuddered.
I looked down at my chest and stomach. "Oh my god. You soaked me."
I giggled and Hank slumped over me onto his arms and laughed.
I wiped the sperm off my chin and licked it off my fingers.
"Let me get something to clean us up," Hank said.
He got up and pulled on his boxer shorts. He opened the door and peeked into the hallway, then quietly went across the hall to the bathroom. He returned with a warm, damp washcloth. He wiped my cheek, chin, neck and body. He pulled off his boxers and climbed into bed.
He laid down on his back and I cuddled up to him and he wrapped his arm around my back. I laid my head on his chest and wrapped my arm around him.
"I love you, Hank."
"I love you, Tim."
Hank kissed my head and started snoring softly. I listened to him snore while quietly thinking.
I couldn't believe that I was really back with Hank after all of these years. After so many screw ups and wrong turns, my life finally felt like it was back on track.
I tightened my hold on Hank and fell asleep in his arms.