Brother-in-Law (Part II)


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Part II


I could feel Shep's eyes on me as he watched me strip down to my underwear and t-shirt. I pulled back the blankets and crawled into bed.

Shep stripped down to his boxers. He paused for a second and stripped them off and tossed them into the basket. I couldn't help but sneak a quick look at his dick, laying soft between his thighs, the foreskin completely covering the head. My eyes drifted up to his furry belly and chest and then his face. He was watching me as he climbed into bed and got under the blankets. He scooted close and laid on his side next to me.

"Why so many clothes?" he asked quietly as he tugged at my t-shirt.

"I'm kind of tired," I said with a shrug, averting my eyes away from him. The way he looked at me made me feel guilty for using such a lame excuse.

"Ah. Okay," he said with sigh as he laid flat on his back. He stared up at the ceiling for a moment, then turned his head to me. "I'm signing the settlement agreement tomorrow, and then I have the hearing."

"All right. I'll come with you."

"You don't need to."

"I want to. Especially since Wendy's going to be there."

Shep was quiet for a moment before he quietly asked, "You don't trust me, do you?"

I sat up on my elbows and looked him in the eyes. "I do trust you, Shep." My words didn't sound too convincing, even to me. I was just afraid of pushing and needing that something more from him, something he might not be able to give me. Shep wasn't stupid, he knew something was up.

"I've been back home for two days. I can tell that you've been a little distant. We haven't even had sex. You let me kiss you, but you won't let me touch you."

He was right. I swallowed nervously and cleared my throat. "I, um, didn't know you wanted to..."

"I'm in bed naked with you. My cock is half bone just from laying next to you. If there's ever a question if I want it, you can always side on 'yes'."

Shep lifted the blankets and I looked down to where he was gazing. His dick was laying semi-erect on his hip, pointing towards me. I watched as it slowly filled and then flipped up against his belly. The sight caused my own body to respond and I felt a tingling in my groin and my dick slowly started to rise.

Shep moved closer to me and rubbed his furry chin on my shoulder. His voice was quiet and pleading slightly, "Tell me what to do, Billy. What do I have to do to make this better?"

I cleared my throat again and stared up at the ceiling. There was one question that I had been dying to ask him, but I was afraid to know the answer. "I have to know, Shep," I whispered. "When we were apart... Did you... Did you have sex with Wendy?"

"What? No! Jesus, Billy. Is that what this is about? I swear to you, Billy. I didn't. I couldn't do it."

"I don't think I could handle it if you cheated on me." That one sentence conveyed irony and fear in one shot. I know I got involved with Shep when he was "separated" from Wendy, but all ties weren't completely cut. Would karma come back and lay me low, laughing at my dreams of a happily ever after?

Shep slid on top of me, half straddling me with his big body. One of his large hands moved up to my face and forced me to look him in the eye. "I'm so sorry, Billy. I know I keep saying it, but I am sorry for what I did. You have to believe me. I was scared and freaked out and I made a mistake... and I regret it. I'm a fucking asshole and I don't deserve you. But I need to know that you forgive me, Billy. I mean, that you can really forgive me if we're going to move on from this. I'm begging, here. Please, Billy."

I let out a soft sigh. "I do forgive you, Shep. I want this to work, Shep. I wouldn't have gone back to claim you if I didn't. What we have is beyond me forgiving you, I have to forgive myself. We didn't do this the easy way and some might even question how right it is but this, right here, is what we both need and deserve. My family might never accept us, but I am moving forward, together with you."

"I love you, Billy. You know that, right?" he said as he twirled his fingers through the soft curls of hair at the back of my neck.

"I love you, too, Shep," I said before I let out a sigh. "We're gonna have to work on our communication, huh?"

Shep let out a snort of laughter. "Yeah."

He leaned down and kissed me gently. I slid my hand behind his neck and pulled him down and I kissed him back, this man of mine that I would sacrifice so much for. Our kissing quickly turned passionate and needy and when his tongue swiped between my lips, I opened up for him. I pulled my leg from under him and slid it out, guiding his body between my legs, giving him the green light.

Trapped under Shep's big body, his heavy weight pushed me down into the mattress. "I missed having you on top of me," I whispered.

I swore I heard my big bear of a man growl in excitement. His eyes told me that he was about to make up for some lost time of loving. My toes curled in anticipation. My bear was hungry for me.

Now that the dam between us was broken, Shep wasn't holding back. He kissed me hard, pushing his tongue into my mouth and stroking it against mine suggestively. He ravaged my mouth fully before turning to my neck. As he sucked and nipped with his teeth, he ground his hips against me, pushing his hard length against mine, still inside my underwear. I moaned and dug my fingers into his back and thrust back against him.

Shep lifted up and pulled my t-shirt off and tossed it onto the floor. His warm rough hands rubbed all over my body, leaving my skin sensitive and tingling. His mouth and tongue attacked one my nipples, sucking and licking it until it was hard and aching. After he moved to the other one and gave it the same treatment, he laved his tongue up my chest and neck to my chin.

"I wanna taste you, Shep," I whispered.

"Oh, fuck yeah, Billy," he husked.

Shep nipped at my chin with his teeth and kissed me one more time before granting me my wish. He crawled up my body, pushing his knees into my armpits. He pushed his hips forward and the wet head of his dick slid up my chin and across my lips. Shep pressed his thumb at the base of his cock to push it down and aim it for my mouth. I let out a moan and flicked my tongue into his piss slit, tasting the sweet nectar that was leaking copiously. God, I loved sucking Shep's dick.

I wrapped my lips around the head and pushed his foreskin back. I swirled my tongue all around the glans and traced the crown. His taste was a sweaty and tangy flavor mixed with his sweet pre-come. I let out a soft moan as I cleaned the spongy head. I lifted my neck up and took Shep deeper into my mouth.

Shep groaned and he grabbed the headboard and jerked his hips forward, pushing his thick length deeper into my mouth. I gripped the back of his thighs and urged him to thrust.

"Aw fuck," he grunted. His hips snapped forward and back. The head of his cock jabbed at the entrance to my throat, bringing tears to my eyes. He grunted harshly as he fucked my mouth. I could tell by his breathing that he was already getting close, so I was surprised when he pulled back with a hiss. I looked up at him questioningly.

Shep looked down at me. He rubbed his thumb along my swollen bottom lip. "I wanna be inside you when I come."

I let out a shuddering breath and my dick jerked and dribbled more pre-come into my already damp briefs. He wasn't getting any arguments from me.

Shep moved down so that he was on his knees between my legs. He pulled off my underwear and threw them across the room. He grabbed my legs and gave a strong tug, bringing me closer to him.

"Yes, Shep," I whispered. "Fuck me."

"Gonna make love to you, Billy. Gonna make you scream."

Shep reached over and grabbed the lube from the nightstand. He poured it onto his fingers, spreading it around with this thumb to warm it up a little. I gasped as Shep breached me with two fingers without warning. I stared into Shep's eyes and panted, trying to bring my breathing under control. The initial pain of surprise quickly faded as Shep moved his fingers in and out, around and around. He quickly found my sweet spot and stroked it until I cried out in pleasure and bucked back against his hand. Oh, god, my man was bringing his "A" game tonight, I thought as I fucked myself on his fingers.

Shep pulled his fingers out and poured lube along the length of his cock and slathered it around with his hand. He bent forward as he lined the tip up with my tight puckered hole. When I felt the hot flesh press against my body, I pulled my hips back, bringing my knees towards my chest, offering myself up to my man. I gripped my knees onto Shep's sides and pushed his ass with my heels, urging him forward.

Shep slowly pushed into me, inch by inch until he was completely buried inside me, and his furry pubic bush rested against my smooth skin. Shep let out a loud moan and shook his head. "You are so fucking tight."

He leaned down and held me in his arms and kissed me. Our tongues rolled and stroked over each other, his wrestling to dominate mine.

I pulled away to tell him, "Move, Shep. Please."

Shep pulled back an inch at a time, then thrust forward just as slow. The head of his cock slid across my gland, sending a wave of pleasure up my spine.

"There, Shep," I gasped.

Shep pumped into me with a slow and steady rhythm, pegging my prostate with every delicious thrust. He stared down at me, never moving his gaze from my eyes.

I pushed back against him with my hips and tugged forward on his ass, wanting him to move faster, to thrust harder. "Shep, please... faster, harder."

"Shh." He pressed his mouth against mine to shut me up. Shep didn't pick up his pace. He ignored all of my attempts and kept moving in that excruciatingly slow rhythm. It was clearly taking a toll on his control because his body was trembling. He was sweating heavily and his breathing came in shallow pants.

Just when I thought I couldn't stand it any further, Shep reached between our bodies. He grabbed my cock and started pulling. He leaned down into my face and growled, "Gonna make you come, Billy."

I gripped a handful of his thick hair on the back of his head and stared deep into his eyes. His hand stroked faster and faster and I thrust up into his fist. "Shep!" I cried out and spilled my load all over our stomachs and Shep's fingers.

Shep grunted and growled as my ass milked his fat cock. "Fuck yeah. Oh, I'm gonna fucking come inside you, baby."

Shep lost his careful control and he started to thrust rapidly into me. He screamed out my name as he pumped hard into me and blasted weeks of pent up spunk deep inside my body. He grunted and cursed obscenities as he lost his balance and collapsed on top of me. I wrapped my hands around his back and gripped him tightly. I could feel his cock jerking and pulsing, filling me with his wet heat. I relaxed back into the bed with a soft sigh, enjoying the feeling of Shep's heavy body on top of me.

With a long groan, Shep slid out of me and fell onto his back next to me.

"C'mere, baby," he panted, tugging on my hand.

I rolled over and pushed my leg between his and draped an arm across his body. I laid my head on his shoulder and let out a yawn. "Was so good, Shep."

Shep yawned in reply. "Mm-hmm."

"I love you, Shep."

"Love you, Billy."

"We're a sticky mess. We need to shower," I said as my eyes started to drift shut.

"M'kay. Lemme rest a minute."

"I'm glad you're home."

Shep let out a happy little grunt and then started to snore. I yawned and relaxed into Shep and fell right asleep. We were finally home. Together.

* * *

"That was painless," Shep said quietly as he pushed open the court room door. "Mostly."

I found the whole process of Shep's divorce exhausting, but I was happy that his tie to Wendy was officially cut. "Yeah. I'm glad it's done," I said as I fell in step next to him.

Shep leaned into my ear and whispered, "And now I'm yours."

The fast-paced clicking of heels on the floor behind me had me cringing. Acrylic nails dug into my bicep and pulled me to a stop. I turned to face my older sister, Wendy.

"What do you want?" I asked impatiently.

"I hope you're happy with yourself."

"As a matter of fact, I am quite happy. Thanks for asking."

Wendy put her hand on her hip and rolled her eyes. "You think you're so damn clever."

"Come on, Billy," Shep said. "Let's go."

Wendy shot Shep a dirty look. "This is between me and my brother, so back off, you fat bastard. You're no longer part of this family. Oh, and you can have your name back. I'm changing my name back to Harper."

I let out an exasperated breath. "Wendy, knock it off," I said. Secretly, I was glad she was no longer going to be Wendy Bannister. I didn't want any reminders that she used to be Shep's. Shep was mine now.

Wendy gave a little snort of laughter and her lip curled up in a smirk as she looked at me. "When we were growing up, you were the perfect little angel. You could do no wrong, but now... How the mighty have fallen."

That hit me really hard, harder than when she slapped me across the face. It was totally true. Wendy was the spoiled brat. Wilson was the hyperactive trouble-maker. I was quiet and well-behaved. I never got in trouble and always did well in school. After I came out, none of that really mattered anymore. I was now the disappointment... the embarrassment... the queer.

"It's bad enough that you're queer," she continued. "But now you're a homewrecker, too... stealing your own sister's husband. Poor Mom and Dad. They just can't believe that something so evil grew up in their loving home."

"Ignore her, Billy," Shep said. "She's just a bitter old hag."

Shep put his hand on my back and urged me to start moving.

Wendy got in one last dig before we got to the door, "By the way, Billy... I wouldn't expect an invite from the family for Christmas."

Shep pushed through the doors of the court house and we zipped our coats up. Shep pulled a wool cap from his pocket and pulled it down over the top of his head. We walked in silence side-by-side through the parking lot to his bright red Chevy truck. The restored 1960s pickup truck really stood out and was easy to spot among the other vehicles.

Once we got into Shep's truck, he took my hand and squeezed it. "You okay?"

"She's right, you know," I said.

"About what?"

"I was the angel. And now I'm the devil."

Shep sighed. "I don't want to badmouth the in-laws, but I'll just say that they aren't the most open-minded people. And 'a loving home'? Now, that's just pure bullshit."

"I know. But it still sucks."

"I know, baby. Fuck what they think. You'll always be my angel."

I looked over at Shep's serious face and couldn't help but roll my eyes.

Shep scrunched his nose. "Too much?"

I laughed and nodded my head. "Yeah."

Shep smiled and shrugged his shoulders. "It's the truth. None of us is perfect, you know. That's how I knew you were the one for me. Baby, you accepted and loved me for my perfect imperfections. There was no returning me for an upgrade or a newer model. You took me in as is. Now. How 'bout we grab an early lunch before I have to head in to work? I told Mac I'd be in before noon."

I rested my head back against the seat and turned and looked at him. As I lovingly ran my hands down the back of his neck and his arms, I marveled at how this man never ceased to amaze me. "Yeah. That'd be nice. I'd like that. I told my boss I didn't know when I'd be in, so I got time."

Shep leaned over and kissed the side of my head before starting his truck.

While we were eating lunch, I caught Shep staring off into space with a smile on his face, looking like the cat who ate the canary.

I nudged him under the table with my foot. "What are you grinning at?"

He turned and looked at me and I saw the sparkle in his blue eyes. "I feel free."

He let out a light laugh and I laughed with him. I just watched him and grinned, overjoyed to see him truly happy.

When we got back into the truck, Shep looked at the clock and sighed. "I guess I gotta drop you off and get to work."

Shep started up the truck and turned on the radio. He turned on the heat and let the truck idle to warm up a bit.

I took that opportunity to slide on the bench seat towards Shep. I rubbed my hand back and forth along the inside of his thigh. I kissed his neck, rubbed my nose along his sideburn, then whispered in his ear, "Find some place to pull over on the way." I slowly slid my hand up the inside of his thigh towards his crotch. I bumped into a thick lump hanging towards his right leg. I slid my hand over it and gave the long, flaccid shaft a light squeeze.

"Fuck," Shep muttered.

He started up the truck and put it in gear and drove quickly. I unzipped his Dickies and reached into the fly. I found the opening of his boxers and slid my hand inside. His meaty dick was already responding to my touch. "Nice," I whispered as I stroked his foreskin back and forth across the head. "Mmm... Big..."

Shep pulled over onto a deserted side street. He unbuckled his seat belt and slid closer to me. I unbuckled his pants and bent down and took his dick straight into my mouth without a second thought. He put his arms on the back of the seat and threw his head back with a groan. "Fuck, baby..."

Shep was so damned turned on, his cock was hard as steel. His body was already trembling as he pumped up into my mouth. I held it firmly by the base and bobbed my head up and down, taking him as deep as I could in the confined space while he was still wearing his pants.

He grunted and rubbed his hand on my head. "You love sucking dick, don't you? Yeah, I love it too, baby. Suck me off, baby..."

I was moaning and slobbering all over his dick. I pulled off and swallowed the excess spit, then licked up and down his drooling shaft. His balls were already pulled up to his body. I ran my tongue over the tight skin and kissed each of his balls.

I sat up and kissed Shep. Our mouths opened and we swirled our tongues over each other. I told him in a quiet, seductive voice, "I wanna make you come, Shep. I'm gonna make you come in my mouth."

I put my head back in his lap. Shep's hand moved to the back of my head and he guided me up and down at a fast pace. "Billy... Suck my cock... Fuck yeah..."

I used my thumb and fingers in a twisting, stroking motion while I sucked him harder. I felt Shep's body tensing up and I knew that I was about to get my reward for a job well done.

"Keep going," he hissed. "Just like that... Don't stop..." His hand gripped my hair in a tight fist. "You're gonna make me come. Oh god, I'm gonna fucking come!"

Shep's cock stiffened even harder. I felt it expand and jerk against my tongue and my mouth was suddenly flooded with a burst of hot spunk. He pulsed thick jets of jizz into my mouth over and over and I swallowed down every drop. After he started to go soft, I cleaned him up with my tongue, then sat back up. I wiped my mouth with my hand while Shep put himself away and zipped up his pants.

His face was red and he was breathing hard. He blinked a couple of times and then looked at me. "Jesus Christ, Billy."

I snickered and he grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me in for a steamy kiss. When we broke apart, he groped my crotch and squeezed my hard-on.

"I promise I'll take care of you tonight," he said with a leering grin.

I smiled back. "Don't worry, I'll remind you."

* * *

After I got off work that Friday, I drove to meet up with Shep. I pulled into the Midtown Auto parking lot and parked my car. I let out a nervous breath and got out of the car. This was going to be my first time hanging out with Shep and his work buddies, so I was a little bit nervous. But they wanted to go out drinking and celebrate his divorce. Shep wanted me there and I couldn't say no.

I stepped into the customer lobby just before seven. The door dinged and Dirk stepped in from the shop floor. "Hiya, Billy," he said as he unzipped the front of his navy blue coveralls about halfway down, exposing his white undershirt.

"Hi," I said as I unzipped my coat.

The burly man stepped around me and locked the front door and turned off the open sign. I had only met Dirk once before, when I came in and embarrassed myself after Shep broke up with me. Dirk was the assistant manager of the shop. He was a big, husky man with a bushy beard. He kind of had a 'Grizzly Adams' thing going on. He seemed like a nice guy, though. Shep never had anything bad to say about him.

"We're just finishing up," he said. "Then we'll be ready to go. I'm glad you could make it."

"Okay. Thanks," I said as I gave him a nervous smile. I walked over to the wide window that overlooked the shop floor. I watched Shep slide from under a car. He pushed up onto his feet and pulled a rag out of his pocket and wiped his hands. He looked up and saw me and gave me a wave, then headed over to the sink. I watched him talking and laughing with his co-workers and it brought a smile to my face.

"Shep's happy these days."

I was startled by Dirk's gruff voice behind me. He moved up next to me and gave me a pat me on the back. "I'm not gonna bite ya, kid."

"Sorry," I muttered.

"The difference is night and day. You're good for him. You make him happy. And it shows in his work."

"He makes me happy, too."

I looked up at Dirk and he nodded. He looked down at me and his mouth curled up in a smile, but there was a sadness in his eyes that I knew all too well. The big man was lonely.

"Where's the boss?" I asked.

"Mac took Mike up to his cabin for the weekend. He left me in charge of these misfits while he goes and goofs off," he grumbled, but the twinkle in his eye said that he didn't mind it.

"Nice. It pays to be the boss, huh?"

"Yup. It's good for him, though. He works too much. I'm gonna close up shop. You can go out onto the floor and talk to Shep if you want. Just don't touch anything."

"Okay. Thanks."

Dirk nodded and I pushed open the shop door and stepped out onto the floor.

"Hey, Billy," Shep said with a grin on his face. "Come meet the guys."

Shep introduced me to a group of six other mechanics. They all seemed like nice, down-to-earth guys. I really liked that they were comfortable with me and Shep even though they were all straight guys. At least I assumed they were. My gaydar wasn't the best, but I knew that Dirk was gay though. I guess the guys who worked here would have to be comfortable with gay guys since they had both a gay owner and an assistant manager.

I rode with Shep in his truck to the restaurant. The bar and grill had TVs all over the walls and had a definite sports bar feel to it. We pushed together a couple of tables and ordered pitchers of beers. Dirk stocked us up with wing platters for everyone to share.

The whole evening was way out of my comfort zone, but I had a really good time. The best part was seeing Shep interact with his co-workers. They laughed and joked and treated him no different than before he came out. There was a bit of ribbing about the divorce and some gay-related teasing, but neither Shep nor I took offense. I think the positive support of his co-workers will really benefit Shep as he comes to terms with being open about his sexuality.

* * *

"You okay, Billy?"

His voice snapped me out of my daydream. I looked up and focused my eyes on Shep, sitting across the table from me. "Oh. Yeah. I'm fine," I said with a shrug while I pushed my lemon chicken around my plate with my fork.

Shep reached across the table and took my hand. "Talk to me, Billy. We gotta talk if we want this to work. Communication, remember?"

I put down my fork and let out a sigh and laced my fingers with Shep's. "You're right, Shep."

"I want this to work, Billy. You and me. Whatever it takes."

I nodded. "Me too, Shep. I was thinking about Christmas. What are we going to do? I don't think I'm particularly welcome at my parents house. And you haven't come out to yours yet."

Shep sighed and closed his eyes. "I know. I've been avoiding it."

"Well, it's only been two weeks since you've moved back in. I don't want you to rush things if you're not ready. Really, it's probably not a good idea. I just wish things could be different... You'll probably go to your parents... I guess I'll stay here..."

"You're not going to be alone on Christmas, Billy. I'll be here with you. Will this be the first Christmas you spent away from your family?"

"Yeah," I said with a nod. "It seems like we always got on each other's nerves or got into fights, but we were together."

"Why don't you go take a warm shower and relax. I'll clean up in here, okay?"

"That sounds good right now."

I stood up and Shep pulled me into a hug. He leaned down and kissed me tenderly. "I love you, Billy."

"I love you too, Shep."

He gave me a smack on the ass and turned me around and pushed me towards the door. I went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Once it got nice and steamy, I stripped and stepped inside. I closed my eyes and stood under the hot water, letting it run all over me. I stood there for a few minutes just slowly breathing. I grabbed the soap and washed myself until I was good and clean all over.

I heard the water running in the sink and I peeked out from behind the curtain. Shep was stripped down to his boxer shorts, brushing his teeth at the sink.

I rinsed my hair, then turned off the shower and stepped out. Shep quickly spit and set his toothbrush down. He grabbed a bath towel and wrapped me up and began drying me off. While he rubbed the towel all over me, he peppered my face and head with little mint-flavored kisses.

"That's nice, Shep," I said with a sigh, leaning into his arms, and letting him pamper me.

He moved around in front of me and squatted down. He rubbed the towel all over my legs, then my cock and balls. I looked down at him squatting in front of me. The sight of my big, hairy man inches from my dick was a total turn-on. My dick jerked and began to slowly rise.

"Well, what do we have here?" Shep said with a snicker.

Shep leaned forward and swiped his tongue along the underside of my dick. I let out a soft moan as warm wetness circled around the head. I reached down and rubbed my hands through Shep's thick blond hair. Shep took me deeper into his mouth.

"Shep... feels so good..."

His meaty fingers stroked the base as Shep slowly bobbed his mouth up and down. His lips formed a tight seal while his mouth gently sucked. He couldn't take me all the way down to the base, but his hand action made up for it.

"God, you do that so good," I whispered. "Just like I like it..."

Shep's other hand rolled and fondled my balls. It wasn't long before they tightened up and drew into my body.

"Shep," I moaned. I pushed my hips forward, urging Shep to take more into his mouth. His eyes looked up at me and I stared into those deep blue pools as I pumped in and out of his mouth, taking care not to choke him. Shep's hand circled my shaft, keeping it from going too deep, sliding up and down with his mouth. Shep's combination handjob/blowjob took me right over the edge.

My body went tight and I let out a soft moan. "I'm gonna come..."

I tried to step back, but Shep grabbed my hips and pulled me forward. Oh, god, he wanted to take my load. It was just too much. I pushed my hips back and forth twice more and cried out, "I'm coming, Shep!"

My knees buckled and the muscles in my groin contracted and I came. Over and over, I spurted hot jizz into Shep's sucking mouth. I gripped his shoulders to keep myself from slumping to the floor.

Shep let my wet dick fall from his mouth. He looked up at me proudly as he made a show of swallowing. He wanted me to see what he was doing. I tightened my hands on his shoulders and looked down at him in amazement and surprise and lust. He licked his red, swollen lips and then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. I helped him up to his feet and I wrapped my arms around his beefy body.

"I love you so much," I whispered huskily as I reached into the fly of his boxer shorts and found his throbbing cock, dripping wet with pre-come.

"I wanted this to be all for you, Billy," Shep said quietly.

"If you don't want me to--"

"I didn't say that," he said with a laugh.

I smiled and planted kisses down his furry chest and belly as I dropped to my knees. I pulled Shep's shorts down and grabbed his dick. He was so rock hard, all ready to go. I pulled the foreskin back and stared at the purple helmet, swollen with need. I skinned it back and forth and a drip of pearly liquid leaked out of the slit. I took him into my mouth and slowly descended inch after inch until my nose was buried in his furry bush. That got him growling again. If I could have smiled, I would have, but my mouth was full. Very full.

"Christ, that's good," he groaned. "Suck it. Suck my cock... Take it down your throat, baby..."

I flicked my tongue around the underside as I stared sliding up, applying firm suction. I slowly slid back down, repeating it over and over. With each upstroke, my tongue swirled around the head and tickled the little area where his foreskin joined under the crown. Shep groaned and grabbed my head in his big hands.

"Gotta fuck you, Billy," he said with a grunt.

Shep's fingers twisted in my hair and he pulled me to my feet. He turned me around roughly and pushed against my back, bending me over the sink. I braced myself as Shep kicked my feet apart. He opened one of the drawers and pulled out a beat-up tube of lube. I stared at him through the mirror, watching him squeeze and then smear the cold gel between my cheeks. He squeezed it along his swollen and aching length, then pressed the head against my opening. His eyes met mine in the mirror as he pushed forward.

I gripped the sink as he grabbed my hips and started to thrust. He took me hard and fast. I braced myself and took it, pushing back at him, squeezing him with my muscles, trying to get him off good and hard. It didn't take him long to get there.

Shep grunted and growled, "I'm gonna fucking come!"

Shep's hands tightened on my waist and with a roar, he filled me with his wet heat. He slumped down across my back and tried to catch his breath. He planted kisses along my neck and shoulder. "Good, baby... So damn good..."

He let out a deep breath and his cock went soft enough to slide out of me. As he stepped back, a trail of warm spunk dripped down my leg.

"Well, so much for that shower," I said. "I'm all sweaty and dirty again."

"Oops. I guess that's my fault," he said with a chuckle. "Come on. I'll scrub you clean."

* * *

"Are you sure about this?" I asked as I got out of Shep's truck.

"I'm sure. It's time, Billy. I can't keep hiding."

He shut the truck door and I stepped up next to him as we walked up the sidewalk to his parents' house. I had never been to the house where Shep grew up. It was an older home in a cookie cutter subdivision. All of the houses looked very similar.

I looked back at Shep, stopping him on the sidewalk before we got to the porch. "Shep. I don't want you to do this because you think I want you to. I wasn't trying to pressure you."

"I know that, baby. The fact of the matter is, we're not really a secret anymore. More and more people know about us. Your family, the guys at work... Mom and Dad are gonna find out sooner or later, if Wendy didn't already tell them out of spite."

"Maybe it would be better if it was just you and your parents."


"Damn right I'm chicken!"

I took a deep breath as we stepped onto the porch of the small ranch home. The house was decorated country style, white with blue trim. A ceramic rooster by the front door caught my attention and I concentrated on it as I fought to keep my nerves in check.

Shep knocked on the door as he pushed it open. "Hello?"

Mrs. Bannister rushed to the front door to greet us. "Shep, honey." She gave Shep a kiss on the cheek and then turned to me. "Hello."

"Mom, you remember Billy Harper."

"Right. The middle brother."

I nodded and gave her a smile, in hopes that my nervousness didn't show. "Yes, ma'am. It's good to see you again."

Mrs. Bannister cut her eyes between Shep and me. She quickly looked away. "I have coffee brewing," she mumbled as she disappeared.

Oh shit. She knows something is up.

I looked up at Shep and he shrugged. I grabbed his arm and whispered in his ear, "This is a bad idea."

I followed Shep to the kitchen and we each got a mug of coffee. I followed Shep to the living room where his father was leaned back in his La-Z-Boy recliner watching TV.

"Hey, Dad," Shep said as he walked up and held out his hand.

The older man looked up and shook his hand. "Sit down. Watch the game."

He turned back to the TV, ignoring me and I stepped back, moving slightly behind Shep. I didn't pick up any warm and fuzzy feelings from Mr. Bannister.

Mrs. Bannister sat down in the other chair while Shep and I sat on the sofa. My leg twitched nervously and I grabbed it in an effort to steady my nerves. I took a sip of my coffee and put the mug back on the coffee table.

"So," Shep said. He took a deep breath. "I wanted to come by to talk to you about something important."

Mr. Bannister looked up from the TV, his eyes moving between the two of us.

Shep cleared his throat. "So, you know I've been living with Billy since Wendy and I split up..."

Mr. Bannister frowned and shook his head. The disappointment was all over his face.

"Shep," I interrupted quietly. I shook my head at him.

Shep ignored me. He took my hand in his and squeezed it tight. "Billy and I... We're a couple."

Mrs. Bannister gasped. Mr. Bannister furrowed his brow and looked at us as if he was confused.

"Mom. Dad. I'm gay."

Mr. Bannister's face went red.


"I think you should go now."

I looked at Shep and started to get up. Shep pushed me back down. "Listen, Dad. I know you don't want to hear this, but you're gonna have to."

Mr. Bannister glared at me while he spoke to Shep. "You don't ever fucking listen, do you? I told you to stay away from him. And now you let him turn you into a god damn--"

I couldn't sit there and take it anymore and before I could censor myself, I blurted out, "I didn't make Shep gay. He was born gay."

Time stood still and everything seemed frozen in place before all hell broke loose.

Mr. Bannister leapt to his feet. "What did you say? Are you trying to say this is our fault? You little cocksucker-- I won't stand for this-- Not in my own house!"

Shep's dad clenched his fists and moved towards me and I jumped up and started to back away.

"Dad!" Shep shouted. "Come on. Let's talk about this--"

Mr. Bannister pushed Shep's hand away and stepped towards me. Before he could grab me, Shep shoved his dad against the wall. He pushed his forearm against his throat and got in his face. "Dad! Calm down! I don't want to hurt you, but you will not put your hands on him... ever."

Mr. Bannister brought his arms up and knocked Shep backward. "Get the fuck out!" he spat.

Shep swiped at his chin, clearing off his dad's spittle. Shep then held his head up and he grabbed my hand. "Come on, Billy." He yanked open the front door, then turned back to his parents. His dad stood there red-faced and fuming while Mrs. Bannister stood behind him in shock.

Shep shook his head in disappointment. "I'm the same man I always was. I just... I thought you'd want to know the real me."

As Mr. Bannister slammed his front door shut, Shep tugged at my hand and practically dragged me back to his truck. He opened the passenger door for me and I got in and buckled my seat belt. I watched him walk around the front of the truck, then get into the driver's seat. He seemed way too calm.

"Shep? Are you okay?"

"What? I'm fine, Billy. That actually went better than I thought it would. Let's go home."

I looked at Shep in shock and wondered 'went better than what?', but I let it go. If Shep needed to believe the words he just uttered then I would support him.

He started up the truck and put it in gear and drove us home without another word.

* * *

"Fuck, you make my cock hard," Shep growled as he pushed me back onto the bed.

I had just asked again if he wanted to talk about what happened this afternoon at his parents. He was deflecting the question. Again. But seeing him standing there in all his naked glory, all big and hairy and hard...

We could talk later. I could tell Shep needed this. And quite frankly, I needed to reconnect with him after that scene at his parents' house.

I pushed off my boxer briefs and pulled my t-shirt over my head and tossed them onto the floor. I rolled over onto my hands and knees and looked back over my shoulder and gave him my best "come and get me, big boy" face.

Shep grabbed the base of his cock and groaned. "Oh fuck. You make my body ache."

He slid onto his knees behind me and leaned over me, kissing a trail down my spine while his hands rubbed up and down my smooth skin.

I looked back at him with complete love and adoration, emotions welling up inside me. My body felt like it was on fire wherever his rough, calloused hands touched me. "You make my heart and my body burn, Shep."

Shep swallowed and closed his eyes. "I just love you so fucking much," he whispered. "I've never felt this level of emotion with anyone. Ever. That's why I got so freaked out. But I don't want to hide from it or run from it. I want it all with you, Billy."

I tilted my head back and we kissed hard and deep, both of us pouring all of our emotions into the kiss.

Shep moved back, kissing his way to my ass, planting kisses on each cheek. His hands rubbed down my back, and squeezed my ass. He kicked my knees further apart with his. His big hands gripped my cheeks and pulled them apart.

"Christ, Billy," he whispered.

Shep grabbed the lube and rubbed it into my crack. He rubbed his slippery fingers around my tight flesh, tracing a circle, closing in until he pressed a pair of fingers into me.

I hissed as he breached me. "Give it to me, Shep. Please."

Shep moved closer on his knees. He grabbed his dick and slapped it against my ass. My body quivered and I let out a whimper.

"This what you want, Billy? Huh?" He slapped the head of his hot cock against my hole twice. "You want this fat cock inside your tight little butt?"

I grabbed handfuls of the sheets and pushed back against Shep. "Yes, Shep. I want it."

Shep's big hands squeezed and kneaded my ass cheeks. He spread them apart and I heard him take in a sharp breath. "Fuck, that's nice," he whispered. "Tight little hole..."

I felt the calloused pad of his thumb run over my twitching hole. Shep leaned down, pressing his hairy torso against my back. He pressed his lips to the back of my neck, kissing along to my ear. His tongue flicked along the edge. "You ever had anyone eat your ass before?"

I gasped a ragged breath. "No," I squeaked.

"I've been told I'm quite skilled with my tongue," he whispered huskily as his tongue snaked out and flicked across my ear lobe.

I closed my eyes and held my breath. My hands clenched around the sheets in anticipation as Shep laid kisses down my spine.

Shep's warm, wet tongue slid across my hole and I swear I almost came. His tongue swirled around my puckered flesh, darting in and around. I dropped my head down to my shoulders and moaned. My entire body shuddered as Shep ate my ass. When he pressed his tongue into my opening, my dick lurched and dripped a strand of pre-come onto the sheets. He tongue fucked me until I couldn't stand it anymore.

I lifted my head and looked back at him. "Now, Shep," I begged. "Put it in me. I need your cock inside me."

Shep got onto his knees, poured lube onto his cock and pressed the wide head against my wet and relaxed opening. He rubbed the tip up and down and around my hole. Then with a firm push forward, he slid into me. He paused for a couple of seconds and then slid in until he was buried to the root. I closed my eyes and breathed slowly and deeply, working through the burn of his quick entry. His heavy balls swung free between his legs, and were now resting against mine. I could feel his furry bush tickling my sensitive skin. I felt so full, so full of Shep.

"This is gonna be hard and fast, Billy," Shep said huskily. "Get ready."

Shep grabbed my shoulder with one hand. The other grabbed my waist. I fisted the sheets as he pulled his hips back. I held my breath, bracing myself for the pounding that I knew was coming. He snapped forward and jabbed the head of his cock hard into my prostate gland.

I drew in a sharp breath and moaned. "Shep! Yes!"

He pumped long and steady strokes, rapidly increasing speed and power. He held me in place with his hands as his hips hammered into me. My cries of pleasure and his guttural grunts were drowned out by the sound of his big body slapping against mine with the sound of the bed creaking and the headboard hitting the wall.

With Shep holding onto me so tightly, I wasn't going anywhere. I reached down and grabbed my throbbing dick. I stroked it furiously in pace with Shep's thrusts.

"Shep! Oh god, I'm so close! Please..."

Shep shoved hard into me and nearly threw me off balance. I let go of my cock and gripped the sheets with both hands to keep myself upright. Shep never stopped, never let up. His girth pounded fiercely into my prostate over and over. I was completely overcome. My dick lurched and I cried out Shep's name as I erupted and pumped jets of thick juice onto the sheets below me.

As my ass muscles contracted around Shep's girth, he let out a roar and shoved hard into me three more times.

"Billy! Fuck! Fuck!"

His body convulsed on top of my back as he unloaded ropes of hot semen into my quivering body, bathing my channel in his juices.

When I could no longer hold myself upright, I pulled forward, rolled over and collapsed onto my back, panting, trying to catch my breath. Shep fell down next to me. He grabbed me and tugged me to him so that my head was lying in its proper and rightful place on his shoulder. He tightened his arm around me and just held me.

As I twirled my fingers through the fur on his chest, I could hear his breathing slowing and I knew he'd be asleep soon.


Shep sniffed and turned his head. "Yeah?"

I lifted my head up and looked at him. His eyes were half shut and he had a look of total and utter satisfaction on his face.

"No matter what, me and you... we're a family now. I love you. That's what's important."

Shep swallowed hard. I watched his eyes brim with tears and he blinked a couple of times. He nodded his head and wrapped his arm around my neck and pulled me close. I buried my face in his neck and laid a tender kiss there. "You're right, babe," he whispered.

"How does it feel to be 'out'?" I asked quietly.

"I don't feel any different," he said as he shifted so that we could look at each other. "The thing is, we're together, you know? I can't not be out and be in a relationship with you, Billy. I spent those last months hiding what we had, and you deserved better than that. I won't ever deny you again. I promise."

"Don't promise that Shep," I said as I blinked back tears. "You just came out and you're still coping with it. It might be harder than you think."

"If someone doesn't like it, they can fuck off. I can handle myself."

I leaned in and gave Shep a quick kiss. "I know you can."

Shep ran his fingers along my jaw and pinched my chin. "Was it hard for you when you came out?"

"Yeah. I was sixteen. I was stupid. I blurted it out at dinner one night... on national coming out day, no less. I thought I was making this grand statement. It was a bad idea. I wasn't ready for the fallout. I should have waited, at least until I had moved out of my parents house."

"Sixteen? Christ. Well, okay, I guess I was fifteen when I lost my virginity. I was so far in the closet back then. I was a jock. I dated cheerleaders. I did anything I could so people wouldn't suspect something was different about me. You're a whole lot braver than me."

"Oh, I didn't have sex until I was twenty. With my first boyfriend, Dave."

Shep ran his fingers through my hair, twirling a curly lock at the nape of my neck around his finger. "Did he treat you good?"

"Yeah. He was... insistent... but he was gentle. He didn't hurt me. Well, not until he dumped me, and that wasn't physical."

Shep leaned closer and brushed his lips against mine. "He's an asshole then. Lucky for me."

Shep and I chuckled as we brought our lips together and kissed.

* * *

"Hey, guess what?" Shep asked.

I picked up the package of ground beef and shut the fridge door. I looked over at him scrubbing his greasy hands and nails with his orange soap. "What?"

"My boss invited us over to their place for Christmas dinner."


"Yeah. We got to talking. We're restoring this classic 1970 Torino. It's a real beaut'. Mac's been working with me on the engine. It's got--"

"Yeah, okay, but what did he say?" I interrupted, knowing that Shep could talk about classic cars and trucks for hours.

"Oh, sorry. We got to talking about coming out. He said we should give our parents time. He said it took me 32 years to get used to the fact that I was gay. I needed to give my parents the same consideration."

I watched Shep continue to scrub at his fingernails with his brush. "Huh. I never thought about it that way. I guess that makes sense. What did you tell him about dinner?"

"Yeah. He's pretty smart about this kind of stuff. I felt weird talking to him about it at first, but he's easy to talk to. I told him I'd ask you about dinner."

"I've been thinking about that. I thought maybe we could have supper here, just the two of us. It'll be our first Christmas together. We can start our own traditions."

Shep rinsed his hands and looked at me. He grabbed a paper towel and nodded as he dried off his hands. "You know, that sounds good. I think I'd like that."

I walked over and put my arms around Shep and stood up on my tip-toes to give him a kiss.

"Mm," I hummed against his lips. "You're so tall."

He smiled, then slipped his tongue into my mouth. I leaned my head back and let him kiss me deeply.

I stepped back and put my hands on his chest. "Okay, let me cook dinner before we get carried away."

After we finished eating, Shep did the dishes while I packed the leftovers for him to take to lunch in the morning.

"Hey. You wanna put up the Christmas tree?" I asked.

"Yeah," he nodded. "Sounds good."

I grabbed the key to the storage closet. The apartment had a small storage closet located outside off the tiny balcony. I kept all of my boxes and bins there.

I opened the balcony door and unlocked the storage room and Shep walked up behind me. "What you got in here?"

"I have a bunch of crap in here," I said. "But all of my Christmas decorations are here." I turned on the light and glanced around. The tiny room had big plastic bins stacked on top of each other, as well as the original packing boxes for things like my computer and printer.

The Christmas decorations were luckily on top. I pulled out the three large, red plastic tubs and pushed them to Shep. I tugged at the tall box containing the Christmas tree. It was wedged in tight between the wall and the stack of bins. Shep reached around me and helped me pull the box out of its spot. I locked up the closet and we dragged everything into the apartment.

We cleared a spot in the corner of the living room next to the couch and began setting up the tree. I untangled the strands of white lights while Shep figured out the order the tree branches needed to be put together.

"Maybe if I sort these by size," Shep muttered to himself as he began piling tree branches.

"I think I'm going to make Christmas cookies," I said. "I haven't done it in a few years."

"Like sugar cookies with icing?" Shep asked, his eyes lighting up.

"Yeah. I have some Christmas cookie cutters somewhere in one of these bins. There's also some Christmas dishes and placemats."

"You always decorate like this at Christmas?"

"No. I used to, but I haven't bothered the past couple years."

Shep nodded as he put the top of the tree on. He dug through two of the red bins until he found a ziploc bag. "Here are the cookie cutters. Maybe if you start the cookies now, they'll be ready by the time we're done decorating."

I laughed at his eagerness. He had a smile on his face as he started placing the lower tree branches on the center pole. I took the bag with the cookie cutters and went to the kitchen. I quickly made the cookie dough, covered the bowl and put it in the fridge to cool.

"That was quick," Shep said when I returned. He had all of the branches on the tree now and was bending them into shape and fluffing them up.

"The dough has to chill for an hour," I said.

"Oh," Shep said with a disappointed frown.

"You'll still get cookies tonight."


"I should get one of those trees with the built-in lights," I said as I picked up the light strands. "Maybe they'll be cheap after Christmas."

"This is just fine, Billy."

Shep moved to the back of the tree and I handed him the strings of lights and between the two of us, we got them wound around the tree just the way I wanted them.

I dug through the bins and I set out all of the ornaments that I wanted to use. I carefully placed ornaments around the tree, while Shep just tossed them on randomly. When he wasn't looking, I would move them around to distribute them more evenly until they were all perfect.

I let Shep put the angel on top and then I plugged in the lights. The tree was absolutely perfect. It was beautiful. The lights were sparkling white and the ornaments were all shades of light blue or silver.

Shep slipped behind me and wrapped his arms around my chest and pulled me back to him. He nibbled on the side of my neck. "This is great, Billy."

"I think so, too."

"I usually like multi-color lights. But this is really pretty. It's coordinated and matched. You do know that you decorate the tree like your sister, don't you?"

I jabbed my elbow lightly into his gut. "Them's fightin' words. You better take it back or you won't get any cookies. Or anything else, if you know what I mean."

Shep laughed into my neck. "She always wanted the tree to be 'just right'."

I groaned and rolled my eyes. "We get that from our mom."

"The difference is that Wendy wouldn't let me touch the tree. Hell, she wouldn't let me be in the same room when she's decorating. But you just happily swap the ornaments around when you think I'm not looking. And I love you for that."

I couldn't help the big grin that spread across my face. I pulled Shep's hand up to my mouth and kissed it. I tilted my head back and he leaned down and kissed me nice and slow.

Shep broke the kiss and stared deeply into my eyes. His lips brushed against mine as he erotically whispered, "It's been an hour..."

I rolled my eyes and laughed. "You have a one track mind. Always thinking with your stomach."

"Not always," he said as he nibbled my neck.

My eyes fluttered closed and I let out a little moan as his beard whiskers tickled my sensitive skin. "I take it back. You have a two track mind. When you aren't thinking with your stomach, you're thinking with your dick."

"Hm. I think that's the first time you've complained about my dick."

"Oh, I'm not complaining. Just making an observation. I'm quite fond of your dick."

Shep snorted. "I'd say you're more than 'fond' of it, the way you gobble it up."

"Don't be such a pig."

I pressed my ass back against Shep, knocking him back a step. I left him laughing as I went back to the kitchen. I preheated the oven and grabbed the dough from the fridge. I rolled out the dough and then cut out shapes with the cookie cutters until there was no more dough left.

While the cookies baked in the oven, I made several batches of simple icing with powdered sugar and milk and various food colorings. After the cookies cooled a bit, Shep and I stood together at the table and we frosted the cookies.

Naturally, all of mine were impeccably and precisely decorated. Shep's were sloppy, but they were cute.

"You can't make the snowman red, Shep," I said as I rolled my eyes. "Use the white."

"You are so anal. It's my cookie. I can make him however I want."

Shep pushed against me with his hip, nearly knocking me off balance.

"Hey," I exclaimed as I pushed him back. "Watch it, you big bully."

He leaned down and kissed the side of my neck and then nipped with his teeth. A shudder ran up my spine and he grinned and wiggled his eyebrows at me.

"You know, babe, this has been the funnest day ever," he said as he frosted a red Christmas tree.

I turned my head and looked up at him and smiled. "For me, too."

Shep leaned down and kissed me properly. I opened my eyes and sighed as I looked into his eyes. His hand swiped in front of my face and I felt a wet blob on the end of my nose.

As Shep started to sing 'Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer' in his off-key baritone, I wiped the red frosting off my nose. "Very funny."

Shep laughed and I smeared the frosting on his bottom lip. Before he could wipe it away, I stood on my toes and sucked his lip into my mouth. He returned my kiss with passion until we were breathless.

"Love you, baby," he whispered against my lips.

"Love you, too."

* * *

"This is fucking perfect," Shep said with a happy moan.

He took a bite of his cookie, a green snowflake. All of the lights in the living room were off, except for the white lights of the Christmas tree. The room twinkled with the dim light of the miniature lights.

We were sitting together on the floor, with our backs against the sofa just staring at the tree and eating Christmas cookies.

"Mm-hmm," I agreed as I swallowed the last bite of the pink tree that Shep frosted. I finished up my milk and put the empty glass on the coffee table.

I leaned my head on Shep's shoulder and he lifted his arm and put it around me.

"You were right," he said quietly.

"About what?"

"We don't need anyone as long as we got each other. Being here with you, like this... All that other shit doesn't matter. You're my family now, Billy. I finally feel like myself, like I belong."

I sat up and straddled Shep's lap. I held his scruffy face in my hands, rubbing my thumbs on the wiry whiskers of his thick goatee. The way he looked at me sent shudders down my spine and made my dick hard.

"I want you, big guy," I whispered huskily.

"Want you, too."

I ground my ass onto the hardening bulge in Shep's shorts.

I grabbed the hem of Shep's wifebeater and pulled it off and threw it aside. I lifted up and Shep pushed his boxer shorts down and kicked them away. I rubbed my hands all over his beefy body. I raked my fingers through his chest hair, then ran my hands over his inked arms.

"You're so damn sexy, Shep. I love you so much."

I stood up and slowly pulled my clothes off. Shep stared at me as I bared my body to him. He lightly gripped his cock and slowly slid his fingers up and down. "Fuck, you're so fucking hot," he growled huskily.

I sat back down on Shep's lap, straddling him with my knees on either side of him. "Sometimes I still can't believe you're mine," I whispered. "I've wanted you for so long."

"I know," he whispered back.

"I used to..." I swallowed nervously, then quietly admitted, "I used to jerk off thinking about you. From the first time I met you."

"Yeah? When you were still in college?"

"Yeah. You were so nice to me. You didn't treat me like a nerdy kid. And I thought you were so hot. Do you remember I ran into you once when you were coming out of the bathroom?"

Shep snickered. "Yeah. You ran smack into me."

"Yeah. You weren't wearing a shirt and my face and hands smacked right into your hairy chest. As soon as I got into the bathroom and pulled my dick out, I shot all over the toilet. My legs buckled and I banged my knee on the rim of the toilet. I limped for two days."

I pushed my glasses up my nose and blushed a bit at my embarrassing memory. Shep laughed loudly and shook his head. "I thought you were cute," he said with a little smile.


"Yeah. Not in a sexual way. I was deep in denial back then."

"How about now?" I asked seductively. The tip of my tongue wet my lips.

"Now all I have to do is think about you or hear your name and I pop a boner."

I couldn't help but smile proudly while I rubbed his beefy arms. "Good."

"You like that ink?" he asked.

"Yeah. It's hot," I said as I traced the large cross on his left arm, then the flame-engulfed phoenix on his right.

Shep's hands slid down my back and grabbed my ass. He cupped and squeezed. "I'm gonna get you inked. 'Property of Sheppard Bannister'. Right here," he said with a hard smack on my right ass cheek.

I shuddered and let out a small whimper.

Shep growled in his throat as he nibbled on my neck. "Oh, you like that. You wanna wear my ink, don't you?"

"Yes," I moaned.

Shep reached over and pulled out a small bottle of lube from under the couch cushion. He snickered and wiggled his eyebrows at me. He popped open the top of the lube and poured some onto his fingers. I lifted up as his hand slid underneath me. I stared deep into his eyes as he pushed two fingers into me.

I groaned and started to ride his fingers. "Love you," I moaned. I gripped his shoulders. "I need it Shep. I need it so bad."

"Gonna give it to you, babe. Gonna give you my big dick."

Shep pushed three fingers into me, stretching me and preparing me. I threw my head back and moaned. He pulled his hand out and squeezed lube all over his dick. I gripped it and ran my hand up and down, twisting and stroking. I held it firm in my grasp and lifted up. I lined up the head with my ass and slowly lowered myself down.

Shep groaned and grabbed my waist tightly. "Fuck yeah."

"Love your big dick," I moaned. "So big and thick."

"Fuck yourself on my cock, baby. Ride me. Ride my fat cock."

"Oh god, you turned me into a slut," I moaned as I started to move.

"You're my slut," he growled. "Nobody else's. All mine."

Shep dug his fingers into my waist. He growled and grunted as he thrust up into me. I threw my head back and whimpered, taking everything he had to give me.

"All yours, Shep."

Shep pumped up into me. His body slapped against mine. I gripped him tightly, holding myself steady against him while he fucked me fast and furious. His furry belly rubbed against my dick, which was aching with need. I pushed back against him, whimpering and begging for more.

"So close... Touch me, Shep!" I cried out. "Please!"

Shep grabbed my aching cock and squeezed it. "Come for me, baby. Come! Now!"

I screamed as my body exploded. Shep let out a roar and thrust up into me, pulling me down at the same time, burying himself to the root.

My ass contracted rhythmically around Shep's pulsing thickness. As I sprayed hot juices all over our chests and stomachs, Shep's cock pulsed and filled my ass with jet after jet of his thick load until it overflowed around his jerking shaft.

I slumped forward and laid my head on Shep's shoulder and tried to catch my breath.

Shep hands slid down my back and squeezed my ass cheeks. He panted against my neck. "Fucking amazing... I don't think I'll ever get enough of you."

"Thank god for that."

I rested against Shep, and we held each other while we came down from our high.

Shep shifted and slapped my ass cheek. "Okay. Get up. We need a shower. You're leaking spunk all over me."

"Way to ruin the moment," I said as I smacked his arm. "And don't blame me. It's all your fault."

We both laughed. As I tried to sit up, Shep's semen ran down the back of my balls and the inside of my leg. I swiped my hand up my thigh and then wiped it on his sweaty chest.

"Oh, I'm gonna get you for that," Shep growled.

He tried to tickle me, but I squirmed away and jumped up to my feet. I ran through the apartment laughing as he chased me into the bathroom. I made it to the shower, where I let him 'catch' me and kiss me senseless.

Life doesn't get any better than this.

* * *

I was sitting at my desk flipping through spreadsheets when my cell phone rang. I picked it up and saw my little brother's face on the screen. "Hello?"

"Hi, Billy. It's me. Am I interrupting anything?"

"Hi, Wilson. I'm at work, but I got a minute. What's up?"

Wilson sighed over the phone. "I just got into a fight with mom."

"What happened?"

"I told her that Tera is moving in with me."

"Really? Wait. That's good. Isn't it?"

"I thought it would make her happy, but she starts in on how we should be married first. I told her that we weren't looking at getting married. At least not yet."

"Well, you did kind of get it backwards. You are supposed to have the baby after you get married."

We both laughed, then Wilson said, "Hey, at least I'm not shacked up with our sister's husband."

"They're officially divorced, you little brat. Thank god. He told his parents about us, by the way. They didn't take it well."

"I'm not surprised. They don't strike me as being the most open and loving people. Hm. Kind of like our parents. Wendy is so pissed and bitter that I'm really surprised she didn't tell Shep's parents before."

"Yeah. I kind of wondered that myself. But she never really got along with Shep's mom."

"She's been over at Mom and Dad's almost every day. She's milking the sympathy for all it's worth and Dad is eating it up. 'His poor baby girl'. It makes me sick. Mom let it slip that they paid Wendy's rent."

I shook my head and sighed. "That's bullshit. Shep gave the first alimony check to the lawyer. That whole thing annoys me. Wendy makes nearly just as much money as Shep does."

"Knowing Wendy, I'm sure she came up with a sob story and Shep just wanted to get it over and done with."


"I asked Mom how long they were going to be mad at you."

"Yeah? What did she say?"

"She said I wasn't to speak your name, especially around Dad."

I let out a sigh. "I'm not holding my breath for either of them to come around."

"I told her that as long as she and Dad were going to act so hateful that I didn't want them anywhere near my baby. I told her that I didn't want my son or daughter exposed to that kind of hate."

A lump formed in my throat and my eyes got a little misty. "Wow. Thanks, Wilson. That means a lot to me."

"Yeah, well, I think that really hit her hard. I'm having her first grandchild. We'll see. Anyway.... So what are your plans for Christmas?"

"I'm going to make dinner for me and Shep. It's just gonna be the two of us."

"Oh... Do you have room for one more?"

"Of course, Wils. I would love it if you spent Christmas with us."

"Sweet. Can Tera come too?"

"Of course! So you're really not going to go to Mom and Dad's?"

"No. I told you, Billy. I won't let my kid grow up around that. I mean it, and Tera supports me a hundred percent."

"Well, then we'll see both of you on Christmas. I'd better get going. I love you, Wils."

"Yeah, yeah. You better get me something good for Christmas. Bye."

I hung up my phone and smiled to myself. I shut down my PC and packed up to go home for the night.

By the time Shep got home from work, I was already in the kitchen cooking dinner.

"Hey, baby," he said as he leaned in and kissed my cheek.

While he scrubbed his hands in the sink, I told him about my phone call with Wilson.

"Are you okay with that?" I asked. "With Wilson and his girlfriend coming over? I know we talked about it being just the two of us."

"I'm happy to have them over here, Billy. You know that."

He gave me a quick kiss and a slap on the ass.

* * *

I woke Shep on Christmas morning with a nice sloppy blowjob. I just couldn't resist. I woke up cuddled up against Shep. He was on his back, one arm flung across his eyes, the other around my back. His mouth was open and he was snoring. I lifted my head from his furry chest. I could see the tell-tale bulge of his morning wood even through the comforter. I lifted up the covers and saw him and I just had to have it.

I slid under the blankets and I deep-throated him, taking him all the way from the head to the root over and over. While I sucked him, I fondled his balls and rubbed my fingers through the hair on his belly and chest.

I knew when he woke up by the change in his breathing, but I didn't stop. Shep pushed the blankets down so that he could see me. I glanced up at him and he was staring at me through half-closed eyes, his mouth hanging open.

"Fuck, baby... You look good with my cock down your throat. Oh shit... Yeah... Suck that dick..."

I closed my eyes and continued to work on Shep, getting him closer and closer until he just couldn't hold back.

"Oh, fuck, I'm gonna fucking blow!" Shep grunted as his hands gripped my head tight.

I groaned as my mouth filled with a burst of thick liquid. I swallowed down every drop, then licked him clean. "Mm," I hummed. "Good."

"Merry Christmas to me," Shep said with a chuckle.

I crawled up and straddled his body with my knees on either side of his hips, then bent down and kissed him.

I rubbed my aching dick against his furry belly, needing to come. "Shep, touch me," I whispered against his lips.

Shep spit into his hand and I lifted myself up to a sitting position. He wrapped his hand around my shaft, smearing his saliva all over. I closed my eyes and held onto him as his hand slid up and down. He twisted and stroked using a steady rhythm and a firm grip. His other hand rubbed up my chest and pinched one of my nipples. I moaned and whimpered while I thrust up into Shep's hand. God, Shep gave the best handjobs.

"I'm gonna come," I quivered. "Shep!" My dick lurched in Shep's hand and a pearly white rope of semen arced out and splattered across Shep's chin and cheek. Shep kept stroking me until I had shot the rest of my load all over his chest and belly.

"Fuck, baby, that's hot," he said as he licked his lips.

I leaned down and licked my jizz from Shep's face, sucking and slurping on his goatee. I slid down and flicked my tongue through his chest and belly hair, cleaning up my mess. I sat back down on his crotch, leaned down and kissed him slow and deep.

"So fucking hot," he said with a grunt.

"Yeah," I panted. "That was awesome. We should get cleaned up. Then we can eat breakfast, then open presents."

We got up and took a shower together, then went into the kitchen. Shep sat me down at the table.

"Sit down, baby. I'm gonna make you breakfast for once."

"Okay," I said with a skeptical eye. "Just don't burn down the kitchen."

"Be quiet or I'm gonna whoop your ass with this spatula."

I laughed and sat back and watched him cook. He made us scrambled eggs with shredded cheese and fried potato slices. It needed a little salt, but otherwise it was delicious. The fact that Shep made it special for me made it even better.

After we cleaned up the kitchen, we went to the living room. I turned on the lights on the Christmas tree and we sat down on the floor.

"Merry Christmas, Shep."

"Merry Christmas, Billy."

We kissed tenderly for a few moments, then we got our presents out from under the tree. We were both as excited as two little kids. Shep picked up the Santa hat that was laying on the coffee table and put it on his head.

"Ho ho ho," he said with a grin.

I laughed my ass off. "Oh my god, you are so cute I can't stand it."

I jumped up and got my digital camera and took several pictures. He grabbed the camera and held it at arms length and took a few shots of the two of us. He started to pull off the hat, but I grabbed his arm. "No, keep it on."

Shep narrowed his eyes at me. "You got a Santa fetish or something?"

"Nope. Just you."

Shep shook his head and sat back down on the floor, leaving the hat on his head.

Shep really wanted a new car polisher and buffer, so I got him that along with a new bucket filled with car wash supplies. I also got Shep a new pair of boots. His old work boots were starting to wear out and he really needed a new pair. I also got him a bunch of little gifts, like a calendar of classic cars, and some new socks, boxer shorts and wifebeaters.

When I picked up my first present from Shep, I already knew what it was going to be: a DVD that I had asked for. I had no idea what the second box was. When I tore it open, I was surprised to find an iPad. I had mentioned how cool I thought the gadget was, but I never expected Shep to buy me one. It was too expensive.

"That's the thing you wanted right?" Shep asked, with a hopeful look on his face.

"Yeah. I... Wow," I said. "Thank you. I love it."

I gave Shep a quick kiss on the cheek. Shep grinned and handed me my final gift. It was a thin box and I didn't have a clue as to what it was. I opened the flat box to find a file folder. Shep was nervously chewing his bottom lip as I opened up the folder to find a small three-inch square drawing. It was a heart surrounded by flames that said Shep in a banner across it. Despite it being a heart, it was actually very masculine.

"It's a stencil," Shep said. His voice was nervous and he licked his dry lips. "For a tattoo. A buddy of mine drew it, the same one who did my phoenix. I thought maybe... You seemed like you wanted to..."

I was stunned speechless. I remembered in the heat of passion telling Shep that my heart burned for him. That he remembered my words and had it drawn... I could only nod at him and I threw my arms around his neck and buried my face against his shoulder.

"Yeah?" he asked.

"Yeah," I managed to whisper with another nod.

"Cool," he whispered in reply as he tightened his arms around me.

He sniffled against my neck and his hand moved up and swiped at his face. I lifted my head to see his glassy eyes and a wet streak on his cheek.

That he became emotional over me agreeing to ink his name on my body was as good as the gift itself. I took his face in my hands and leaned in and kissed him with as much passion as I could. Open mouthed. Lots of tongue.

Our kiss was interrupted by the ringing and buzzing of Shep's cell phone. He pulled away with one last peck on the lips, then grabbed his phone. He held it up to me to show his mom's picture. He answered the phone with a hesitant "Hello?"

I couldn't make out what she was saying, but Shep responded with a "Merry Christmas to you too, Mom... Yes, we're fine... I'll tell him. Bye."

He hung up the phone and stared at it for a moment. When he looked up, he had a little smile on his face and his eyes were a little misty. "Mom says Merry Christmas."

He blinked a few times and let out a deep breath. I took Shep's hand and we sat down on the sofa together.

"She said she'd call soon... when Dad wasn't around."

"Well, that's something," I said. "I'm so happy for you."

Shep nodded and he took my head in his hands and kissed me. We sat together kissing and making out for a while, then we reluctantly got up so that I could get the ham ready and put it in the oven.

Afterward, Shep and I returned to the couch and cuddled up. We laid together side by side touching and kissing each other just leisurely making out until there was a knock on the apartment door. Shep crawled over me and pushed up to his feet. He looked down at the obscene bulge in his crotch and gave the head a flick to help it go down. "Down, boy," he mumbled to himself.

He adjusted the Santa hat on his head, and opened the door with a deep and throaty "Merry Christmas! Ho ho ho!"

Wilson and his girlfriend Tera walked in carrying presents, a covered baking pan and a bottle of wine. Shep and I gave them both hugs and wished them "Merry Christmas".

I took the wine and the cake pan and peeked into it. Apple cobbler. Yum. "Did you make this?" I asked Tera.

"Yeah. It's my grandmother's recipe. It's pretty easy."

"Nice hat," Wilson said to Shep. "Did Billy sit in your lap and tell you his Christmas wishes?"

"He sure did. You want a turn?"

"Hell no I don't," Wilson replied with a laugh.

Shep hung their coats in the hall closet and we sat down in the living room.

After we exchanged gifts, we sat around and talked. Shep and Wilson drank beer and talked about football and trucks. I got to know Tera a little better while the two of us sipped eggnog. She was great and I could see why Wilson was attracted to her. Not only was she hot, but she had a strong and confident personality that really fit with Wilson's wild streak.

The only topic that never came up was our parents and Wendy. Until Wilson's cell phone rang. He looked at the phone and hit 'ignore' and put it back into his pocket.

"Who was that?" Tera asked.

"Dad. Again," he said. He looked over at me. "We got into it this morning. He had the nerve to call me a selfish brat. Can you believe that? Well, Mom and Dad and Wendy can have their own Christmas. I'd rather be with you guys any day of the week."

Shep and Wilson clinked their beer bottles together and drank.

I heard my phone vibrating and ringing and I looked at Shep and then Wilson. I got up and picked it up. Yep. It was Dad.

"It's Dad," I said. "You think he's...?" My voice trailed off. I didn't have to finish the question. A feeling of hope bubbled in my heart. As happy as I was, I still wished we could all be together. After Shep's call from his mother, I hoped that maybe my parents would come around too.

I let out a breath and answered. "Hello?"

"Put your brother on the phone," he growled.

And like that, the hope was gone. I held out the phone to Wilson. "He wants to talk to you."

Wilson shook his head. "I don't have anything to say to him."

I put the phone back to my ear. "He's uh... not available."

"You tell that little ingrate that he is ruining his mother's Christmas. I don't know what you've been telling him, but I won't have you spreading your filth to my son--"

Shep took the phone from me and ended the call. I looked up at him and realized that I was trembling.

"I'm gonna check on the ham," I said as I hurried to the kitchen.

I leaned against the stove and closed my eyes, trying to breathe deeply and calmly.

A pair of large hands moved around me. They pulled me back until I was resting against a big, warm body.

Shep kissed my shoulder and my neck. "You okay, baby?"

"I'm fine. For a second I thought..." I sniffled and wiped my nose with my hand, then continued. "I thought he was going to say he was sorry." I let out a breath and shook my head. "That was so stupid of me. Well, I'm not gonna let him ruin our day."

I turned around and Shep gently cradled my face in his hands. He leaned his head down and kissed me softly, then pulled me into a hug and just held me until I felt better.

* * *

I set the sweet potatoes and basket of rolls on the table. "Okay. That's everything. I think." I scanned the table and went over my mental checklist. The small table was overflowing with food. There wasn't a bit of space left with all of the food in addition to our four place settings. "Maybe we should put the stuff on the kitchen counters and then eat buffet style," I said as I scratched my head.

"Sit down, baby," Shep said. "It's perfect." He reached over and pushed my chair out for me. I sat down and looked at the table one last time.

"Everything looks great, Billy," Wilson said. "Better than Mom's."

I knew he was just saying that to make me feel better, but it worked. It made me feel really good.

"I guess we should say grace?" Tera said.

"Sure," Wilson agreed.

"Go ahead, Wilson," Shep said.

Wilson cleared his throat and pushed his black frames up the bridge of his nose. The four of us joined hands and bowed our heads.

"Uhh... Umm... Bless us, o Lord, and these gifts, which we are about to receive from your bounty through Christ our Lord."

We all said "Amen," and started filling our plates with food.

I looked around at the happy faces sitting at my little table and smiled. This was my family. I was with the people I loved, who loved me back unconditionally.

I lifted my wine glass. "I just want to make a quick toast. To family and new traditions."

We all tapped glasses with a "cheers" and sipped our wine. Wilson and Tera kissed, and Shep leaned over and gave me a kiss.

"Merry Christmas, Billy. I love you."

"I love you, too, Shep."