Tom the Fireman Part 52
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As Steven entered the bedroom after his shower with Tom, Steven noticed Mason silently sitting on the edge of the bed looking glum, he knew Mason didn't understand his feelings about what almost happened. Sighing from what transpired and seeing the naked teen sitting there, he tried to figure out how to explain the situation. Steven knew he was the adult, realizing Mason might be too young to understand fully, but with time Mason would recognize what Steven meant as he emotionally matured. Steven sat down next to Mason on the bed, putting his arm around Mason's shoulders, Steven pulled him close kissing him on the top of his head. Mason turned with his puppy dog eyes, looking confused. Steven tried to comfort him, but he knew Mason was feeling rejected.
Tom walked out of the bathroom, seeing the two having a private moment Tom knew he needed to support Steven by giving the two their required space. Wanting to show his support, he walked up to Steven kissing him on the head, turning toward Mason he gave him a buddy tap on the chest. Tom walked out of the room, giving the two the much-needed space. Trying to find the delicate words to broach the subject, Steven didn't know what to say, but he started out, "I don't want you to take this the wrong way, but I love you. It's emotional love, not the physical love you were seeking. I don't expect you to understand this at this moment, but I think one day you'll understand. I know you got caught up in the moment downstairs. But that was as a group having fun and can be confusing to most people your age. While we did engage in sexual activities while making the pies, it was all in fun, not leading to an emotional tie beyond our friendship, not leaving everyone thinking we want to have sex with everyone. There's love, and then there is sex, what we did downstairs was sex. I viewed you coming into the shower as someone who wanted love. Mason, you're young, you should be experiencing it with guys your age, have fun exploring. I love your father, and you're his son, but the love for your father is different from my love for you. I hope you can see that it's why I didn't want you alone in the shower with me. It's not because you're ugly or unattractive, but I don't think it's right for someone my age to be with someone your age. Yes, you are thinking with your other head, we all do that, but with maturity, you learn to sort that out. I just don't think it would be right to play with your emotions, as you need to gain experience, but with guys your age. Older guys can take advantage of you, hurt you worse than me rejecting you. I just wish you could see it from my point. Right now, it's your hormones that overpower you. The two people have to consent to what you wanted to do, I'm not consenting, which is a violation of me. With love, we all go home to our partners at the end of the day. This morning we knew that it was just sex, our way of releasing pent-up energy. Yes, we held each other's cocks, but it was in the moment, I just hope you understand."
Mason fidgeted as he listened, his eyes were watering, and he just didn't understand how downstairs was `OK', and the shower wasn't, especially when he saw his father with Steven's friends. Thinking about this morning in the kitchen, touching Steven's cock, Steven touched his. He just didn't understand why Steven didn't want to play in the shower. Mason saw how scared Steven got in his father's arms, the younger version of Tom didn't mean to do that to him. He just wanted to have fun like all the other guys were. He heard all the moaning and just thought he wanted in on it.
Mason looked down at the floor as he spoke, "I don't think I'm as fragile as you think, I just wanted a good time with you. I think I can handle that, I've been with other older men, and I like the experience, they showed me many wonderful things. I just wanted to experience that with you. "
Mason continued, "When dad was in the shower with the other two, and you walked back to your bedroom, I asked if it would be `OK' if I had fun with you. He gave his approval."
Steven looked at him with big eyes, "You asked your father?"
Mason shook his head, "Yes."
Steven shook his head, not knowing what to say, "But you didn't ask me."
Mason hung his head, he wrung his hands together, as he slowly kicked his feet from the bed; nervous about what didn't transpire, knowing he should have asked.
Steven sat there quietly with his arms around Mason, pondering what he just heard. Steven still thought Mason might be a little more emotionally attached than he realized. Steven looked over asking, "Are you OK'." Mason silently shook his head yes', continuing to look down at the floor towards his feet. Steven reached for his chin, pulling Mason's face to look at him. He asked, "Are we ok'?" as he pointed to Mason and himself. A small attempt of a smile appeared on Mason's face, as a younger man shook his head yes'. Steven hugged him, whispering he should get dressed. Mason nodded in agreement, getting up to walk out of the bedroom. Steven watched as he exited, looking at Mason's beautiful ass. He knew he shouldn't be looking at Mason that way, but he viewed Mason as eye candy.
As Mason was walking out, Tom was walking back in, sitting next to Steven. Placing his arm around his partner, Tom pulled Steven to his side, leaning in to kiss him on the cheek, asking, "You `OK'?" Steven still in a trance, looked down at the floor and shook his head. Tom reached for his face, turning Steven to face him, as he kissed him on the lips before he told him he loved him. Steven turned to look at him, embracing Tom for a hug tears formed in his eyes. He reiterated what Tom stated that, "I love you too." The two sat there for several moments before Tom broke the embrace, stating it was time to get ready.
Steven looked down at his naked body, realizing the guests will be arriving soon and needed to get dressed, though he preferred natural. Steven walked over to his dresser, sliding the drawer open, he sorted through his assortment of socks before deciding when he pulled out a pair of grey boot socks, throwing them on the bed. Wandering over to the edge of the bed Steven scratched his chest, taking the article to scrunch up; placing it on his foot; pulling it up over his calf. Picking up the other sock, he repeated the same procedure. Sitting in his socks, Steven sat there scratching his balls, thinking about the dinner. Snapping out of his daze, he laughed at himself, wearing only socks before heading back to the dresser to get a pair of clean boxers. Unfolding them, Steven searched for the front making sure the fly was positioned in the front stepping into the pair of boxers one leg at a time. Still bent over, he pulled the loose boxers up to his knees. Looking in the mirror, Steven pulled the underwear up to his waist, reaching in to adjust the boys out of habit, but realizing, it was just like free-balling. Realizing they were a little loose around the legs, he pulled waistband from his waist, as he reached for the talc, pouring on the boys, making sure it doesn't get sticky down below, so he didn't have to adjust himself in front of all the guests. Not liking the sticky feeling when he was in mixed company, as his clean shaved balls like to stick to his legs as well as his cock.
Wearing his socks and boxers, Steven joined Tom in the closet, Tom was standing in his dark socks, and Black Square cut underwear. Tom's fury chest was a distraction, as Steven looked for his shirt and pants. Steven reached over pulling Tom's nipple as they found their shirts for the evening. Tom reached for his tight black tee-shirt, inspecting before fluffing. Steven watched as Tom stuck his arms through the sleeves, his biceps filling out the short sleeves beautifully. Before he pulled the dark tee-shirt over his head, covering his furry chest as the material stretched between his pecs, the chest stuck out proudly from the rest of the muscular torso. It was a scene out of a fashion magazine for an underwear ad, Tom modeling his all-black look, topped off with his perfectly groomed hair, blue eyes, that Mediterranean look. Looking at the closet mirror, he pulled at his waist adjust the shirt, making sure his pecs and shoulders filled the tight shirt.
Breaking from his staring, Steven found his shirt, placing his arms through the perfectly pressed shirt, Steven made sure his shoulders were sitting correctly. He turned to Tom smiling, who was entranced in watching Steven put on his shirt. Smiling, Tom walked up to him, grabbing the shirt tails, as he gave Steven a kiss. Starting from the bottom of the shirt, Tom, worked the white buttons through the matching holes. Slowly closing Steven's shirt, leaving the top buttons undone, not unlike a Romeo, looking handsomely presentable for the guests. Laughing to himself, he looked at Steven asking if he was going to wear a tie. Steven smirked knowing what Tom meant by that statement, he thought tonight was not the night to be bound with a house full of guests.
Satisfied helping Steven with his shirt, Tom stood there in his underwear before pulling a pair of jeans from the shelf, he quickly snapped them in the air, so that he could slide his legs into the tight jeans. Standing up, he pulled the jeans to his waist, tucking his tee-shirt into the waistband, as adjust the boys, before buttoning up his pants. Steven watched as Tom poured himself into the obscene jeans. Stepping closer, Steven knocked Tom's hands away. Steven buttoned the fly as well as the waist. When Tom turned around, his butt looked perfect. Steven felt himself drooling, the site of his husband was sure alluring.
Standing in his shirt and boxers, Steven grabbed a pair of Khakis from the hanger, inspecting them first, he made sure they were the right size. Bending over, he stepped into the legs pulling them up to his knees, standing up to hoist them up the rest of the way, sucking in his stomach, as he tucked in his pressed shirt into his pants. Buttoning the waist, Steven pulled up the zipper, checking himself in the mirror. Tom stood behind him, placing his hands on Steven's hips saying, "You look smart," as he kissed Steven on the neck. Steven smiled as the two reflected in the mirror, causing a slight stir seeing Tom touching him as he kissed his neck.
They simultaneously reached for their perspective belts, Tom doubling it over, slapped it against Steven's booty, as Steven stuck it out for another slap. Steven turned to kiss Tom on the lips before they both started looping the belts before fastening them. Tom reached for his dark cowboy books, walking over to the bed. He crossed his leg as he pulled the boot onto his foot. Standing up, Tom did a little dance, making sure his foot was all the way in. He sat back down, crossing his legs again, to pull on the other boot, doing the same dance ritual as the previous. Tom sat and waited for Steven to put on his shoes, crossing each leg as he placed his foot in the boot before tying.
Once they were dressed, they looked at each other, Tom winked at Steven Saying once again, "You look smart. If only you realize." Steven stood up in front of Tom, putting his hands on his shoulders saying, "And you look hot", as he bent down to kiss him. Stepping back, Steven reached for Tom's hands, asking if he was ready, as he was pulling Tom from the bed as they turned to head downstairs.
Walking side by side down the steps to the first floor they were greeted by Sean, Ephraim, Fred, Wayne, and Mason. Ephraim whistled commenting they looked sharp. Tom and Steven checked on their food, as they made the final preparations. Everything was in the ovens as Tom removed the tin foil from the birds for their last half hour. Bev was first to arrive, wearing a slinky black dress while carrying her savory dish, she made her grand entrance putting her bowl on the counter, as she hugged her guys. Stan dressed in grey slacks, and light blue oxford was next behind her, carrying the other dish. Seeing the houseful of handsome men, Bev got the guys to stand together, snapping a picture before the other guests arrive.
When they finished their group pictures, the back door opened, Herb and Lois walked in with Horace and Tonya following behind. All were carrying the remaining dishes they diligently worked on. Tom and Steven helped them with the dishes, kissing them as they wished each other a Happy Thanksgiving. Ephraim already had a bottle of wine opened, offering glasses to the guest and grape juice to the pregnant Tonya. They politely thanked him, as he poured them drinks.
The men were congregating in the kitchen except for Herb, he joined the ladies in the den. Steven was peaking at all the food, admiring how delicious it all looked, he slapped Tom's hands, as he claimed to be test tasting. The guys basted the turkey one last time, as they checked on the other dishes, making sure they were done to perfection. Sean walked around serving hors-d'oeuvres, offering to the women in the Den. Bev was looking at him saying, "How handsome you look in clothing." Lois overheard giving him a disproving look, knowing full well that the guys just recently got dressed.
A car was heard coming up the driveway, Tom quickly looked out to see his brother's car. When the doorbell rang Tom went to the front door, greeting Ken, April and Laura as they walked in. Tom hugged his brother, re-introducing everyone to his brother, his wife April and daughter Laura. Tom took their coats hanging them in the foyer closest. Standing behind Tom, Bev was the first to greet them with a warm hug, asking Laura if she was going to have the pleasure to listen to her sing. Laura turned red not knowing what to say, didn't even consider she would be asked to sing. Bev kept pressing her when she reluctantly agreed to sing. Bev was happy saying, "How marvelous this Thanksgiving is going to be."
Ken looked at the table, seeing all the seating he asked, "Is there more coming?" Not knowing how to the break the news to his brother, Tom looked at Ken saying very quickly, "Heather, her parents, sister and her friend were coming." Ken just rolled his eyes, looking at Ephraim, saying, "You better hide that stuff." As Ken pointed to the wine bottle. Ken then rethought, asking for a glass, "I know I'll need some now just to deal with her." Ephraim raised his eyebrows, hoping she was a fun drunk, not really knowing her from the brief encounter in the hot tub.
Heather was the first to walk through the door wearing her military green tank top, which was just a little too low cut for a family function, the black faux leather Spanx hugged her body, showing off her sensual curves. Bypassing Tom, she headed directly to Steven hugging him as she thanked him for saving Thanksgiving. Handing Steven a bottle of wine, Heather turned to look at all the guests to see if they were looking at her. Recognizing Sean or Ephraim, she walked up and re-introduced herself, putting her arm around Ephraim saying she wouldn't mind having a glass, as long as it's as sweet as you, as she pointed to the open bottle in his hand. Sean abandoning Ephraim. Ephraim politely excused himself to find a 'sweet' bottle of wine in the wine frig. Tom quickly handed him what he was looking for. Returning to the spot where Heather was waiting, Ephraim poured her a glass, when she turned and walked up to Tonya, hugging her with "classy" drama. Tonya stood there hoping the wine wouldn't end down her back, as her mother kissed her on the side of the face, before turning to Mason to pinch his cheeks saying, "How handsome you look. "
Under his breath, Tom muttered about Heather on her mother of the year' performance. The guys in the kitchen turned to keep Heather from seeing that they were laughing at her. Steven grabbed Tom by the balls, warning him to stay civil. Tom straightened up, wiping the smile from his face as the guys gave him the who's-in-charge' eyes.
Trying to behave Tom shook his head as he looked at his ex-wife trying not to get embarrassed, he politely asked, "Where is the rest of the family?" She walked past him as she looked at the hors-d'oeuvres Sean was serving mumbling, "They are on their way." Tom just turned, walking into the kitchen.
Wayne announced he thought Warren was arriving. When the doorbell rang Tonya ran to answer the door, putting her arms around her grandfather. She was excited to see him, and he wrapped his arms around her giving her a big hug. Tonya turned to Luann, "Grandma" as she hugged her. Luann stepped back, holding Tonya by the arms saying, "How beautiful you look."
Heather walked past and remarked, "She's not keeping it," as she stuffed her face with the hors-d'oeuvres and wine. They both ignored her like they usually do. Tonya commenting to her grandmother, "She's starting early." Luann shook her head as she looked at Tonya. Not realizing two people were standing behind her grandparents, Tonya looked up to see Aunt Brandy and her friend, Ian. Apologizing, she hugged her aunt saying, "It is so good to see you." Heather ignored her sister as she looked in the well-stocked wine refrigerator while eyeing up tonight's entertainment as well as the man standing next to her sister.
Heather seeing the new gentleman, walked over with her hand out, introducing herself to the newcomer. Shaking his hand, a little too long, Ian pulled his hand back trying to break free from Heather's grip. Once released, Ian placed his arm around Brandy making sure Heather knew he was with her. Brandy looked over with a smile, "You were warned." Ian laughed back, "I know." Brandy turned to Tonya asking, "Would you do the honor of introducing us to these beautiful people?" With a smile on her face Tonya introduced her aunt and Ian to the guests, all giving her a warm welcoming hug, while he received a firm handshake. Tonya fell in love with Ian's English accent.
All the guest have arrived, Tom stood next to Steven seeing everyone having a good time chatting. Tom placed his arm around Steven's shoulder giving him a hug. He knew how proud Steven was to have a house full of guests. The men stayed near the kitchen, as the women continued to congregate in the Den. The women commented how relaxing it was for the men to be in charge of the holiday cooking. They all laughed agreeing it was quite lovely to be so pampered. Heather quickly mentioned, "Why is it all the good-looking men are gay or married?" The room got quiet as the women looked at each other, wondering where that came from. Bev was going to point out that Stan wasn't gay, but realized it wasn't a good idea.
The women were elated that Ephraim was being the perfect server, making sure everyone had a full glass. Bev held her wine glass as she pretended to sip her wine when no one was looking, she would make her way to the one vase, pouring a little each time so it seemed like her glass was going down.
Lois was watching Bev and saw what she was doing. One time when Bev looked up she saw Lois staring at her, Bev held the glass and smiled. Lois just beamed back at her, before returning to her husband who was chatting with Warren about the upcoming weekend games.
Steven pulled the two birds out of the oven and placed them on the rack to cool. Wayne gathered everyone to sit at the table, reminding them to bring their wine glass. As the plates were being prepared by Tom, Steven, and Sean; Fred brought out the dishes filled with food and sat them in front of each guest, placing their napkins in their laps if they had forgotten. Once everyone was served Tom carried the plate of the remaining carved bird, setting it at the center of the table. Everyone looked at their plate saying, "How good everything looked and smelled." Steven was chosen to say grace. He graciously sat down at the end of the table quickly yelped, "Grace, Let's dig in." The table roared in laughter, with some inappropriate comments about Grace.
Lois gave him the evil eye, so Steven knew he had to be serious. As everyone bowed their head Steven gave, "Thanks for everyone arriving safely! May their weekend travels be safe." He continued with, "How I am blessed to have a houseful of wonderful guests, family, friends, and new acquaintances. Everyone welcome to our home." Adding a personal touch he said, "Lastly, I am thankful for how the year turned out; meeting the man of my dreams; how business turned out; and getting married. If it wasn't for all those things we all wouldn't be enjoying each other's company today, for that I'm thankful." He followed with a little prayer before there was an `Amen'. At this time everyone started to dig in. Lois was so proud of Steven, she had tears running down her eyes, as she commented on how beautiful and delicious everything looked. Herb turned to her, using his napkins, wiping the tears away for her.
Tonya being emotional got all choked up in their tenderness. She smiled at the happy couple wishing that was her when she was their age. She smiled more when she felt Horace hand on her leg causing her to glance at him to find him smiling at her. She thought about how special he made her feel.
Being the last to sit down, Ephraim made sure everyone's glass were filled, with wine or water. They made a toast to family and friends as they reached across the table to clink their wine glasses as they thanked Steven for inviting them into their home. Tom explained everything on their plate when he mentioned the oyster pudding, a few faces were made as they never heard of it, and it sounded disgusting. It had to do since it replaced the stuffing/dressing with the bird.
As the guest finished with the dinner, more wine was supplied. Some went for seconds, seeing the kitchen counter full of all the holiday goodies. Filling plates a second time, they returned to the table, to continue to enjoy the feast, as they talked about the upcoming weekend. After everyone was done with Thanksgiving Dinner, Sean, Ephraim, Wayne, and Fred, cleaned up as Tom and Steven put the extra food away. Making doggy bags for the guests to get rid of the extra food. The others went into the living room and continued talking about their weekend plans. Ephraim was checking to make sure everyone had enough wine, as they kept to the chore of cleaning up.
Laughter pursued! Suddenly the doorbell rang and Tom went to answer the door. Excitedly Tom hugged Dirk picking him up off the ground before ushering him in and introducing him to everyone. Sean, Wayne, Fred, and Ephraim eyed up the short guy, wondering who he was. They gave Steven the questioning eye, as Steven ignore them as he continued divvying up the food. Dirk joined the conversation, telling the guest how they met at the pantry a few weeks ago, and how it was kind to be invited over for dessert.
Dirk mentioned he was a chef and had been serving Turkey since noon. He was glad to get away and join some friends to celebrate the holiday. He extended his regrets that Karen couldn't make it, but began chatting up with the guys about his latest kayaking adventures.
While they were talking, the doorbell rang again. Tom and Steven were puzzled who it could be. Tom thought it might be Jake and Sam, but they had a houseful of guests as well. Jake's family had come in for the Thanksgiving holiday. Tom opened the door to see Jackson standing there, joking he didn't recognize him with all the clothes. Tom made Jackson blush as Jackson asked, "Is Mason here?" Tom called to Mason to come to the door, Mason's eyes lit up. He kissed Jackson before inviting him in. Steven knew there was enough dessert for everyone. Steven was glad Mason appeared happy seeing his friend. Heather just rolled her eyes muttering, "Not another one."
Herb placed another log into the fireplace, the house filled for Thanksgiving dinner and the fire added a nice touch to the evening. Heather eyed Herb, noting how good looking he was. She turned toward the kitchen looking at Steven, then looked back at Herb. She looked at Sean and Stan and back at Herb, she was discovering how they all looked alike. Heather with a slur in her voice commented, "How the four all looked the same." She was trying to find the word for `quadruplets' but couldn't pronounce the word. Bev helped by saying, Qua-drup-lets. Heather staggering just slightly said, "Yeah, that's the word, I couldn't think of it, thanks hon."
After cleaning up, the guys joined the group in the living room, Heather turned to April slurring, "Tom got the better end of the deal, look how handsome Herb is at his age compared to our husbands' father." April nervously smiled knowing she was giving Tom a dig about their father not aging well. Noticing her wine glass was empty, April excused herself to go find Ephraim. April warned Ephraim to watch how much he is pouring her. Ephraim smiled and continued his duties.
Feeling some of the tension, Bev turned to Laura, asking Laura if she could sing something for us. Bev was trying to remember the songs they sang in school, and requested "America." Bev thought it was a fitting Thanksgiving song. Laura was nervous at first as she tried to remember the lyrics. Bev sang the opening lines to her, and Laura nodded her head that she knew it. Bev looked around the room, telling the guests they are going to be in for a treat.
Laura commented, "I am nervous and don't have any music, but Bev is going to hum the tune and I will sing along." Bev started to hum the first part as a solo with Dirk and Ephraim joining next to Bev in the humming of the melody for the second time, suddenly Laura started to sing. The room got quiet as they heard her amazing, beautiful voice coming out of the small girl. All eyes were on Laura as most of the guest jaws dropped. When she was done, Bev stood up and clapped her hands. "Laura that was fabulous," Bev stated. The others got up to applaud, telling Laura it was just beautiful.
Ephraim had tears in his eyes, telling her how beautiful it was. It meant so much to him. As he cried, Ephraim confided it will be the best Thanksgiving memory for him personally. He thanked her by giving her a hug. When suddenly Laura burst into song again, learning a song her grandmother played for her. She saw Ephraim crying and thought the song was fitting as she sang "Track of my Tears."
The room got all emotional, as they praised her talent. On an aside, Heather looked at Ken, "How could you produce something that beautiful, it certainly didn't come from your side of the family." She looked at her two kids with disappointment, as she picked up her wine glass and bottoms up.
Tom was seeing the signs decided to keep an eye on his ex-wife, making sure she wasn't going to cause trouble. The guests continue their laughter and conversations before dessert was announced. Steven mentioned what desserts were available before walking into the kitchen. They all walked back into the dining area sitting in their respective seats. As they were sitting down, Steven mentioned that Dirk could sit in his chair, and Jackson at the other end of the table near Mason. With everyone seated, Wayne and Fred acted as servers while Steven cut the pies. Ephraim offered coffee, as he brought them cups.
Heather was feeling no pain, forgetting about the encounter at the hot tub, she looked at Ephraim to ask, "Why are you limping?" The room went silent, when Ephraim smiled at her, saying it was a sacrifice for serving his country so we all can enjoy our holiday together. Heather looked confused until Ephraim raised his pant leg to show the metal prosthetic. Heather looked down saying, "Wow, what a bummer." Ephraim ignored her comment asking, "Anyone for more coffee?" Tom wanted to tell her to go home when Ephraim motioned it was `OK'.
As they sat down for dessert, Bev asked for a slice of pumpkin pie. Steven prepared her a slice and served as the company sat around the table chatting while drinking coffee. Bev cut into the pumpkin pie with her fork, reveling in the creamy richness of the pumpkin flavor, she noticed the grins developing on the men's faces as they watched out of the side of their faces. Bev wanted to be part of the boys' party... well, she was enjoying the fruits of partying with the boys. Bev was deciding if it was a good idea to continue. Though tasty, the guys' grins made herself conscious of something she could not pinpoint.
Heather sat next to Bev, saying pumpkin sounded good. Tom stood in the doorway of the kitchen as he watched her scarf it down, snickering he quickly glanced over to Mason, who put his hand over his mouth to keep from laughing. Bev was noticing Tom's stare immediately knew what it was. She pushed the plate further back onto the table. Lois had seen it, thought it was confirming the possibility of Bev being pregnant. Tom asked Heather if she would like another slice, Bev knew that was the pie made with love, as Mason almost choked when she said, "Yes."
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