Chapter 41: Tim


I woke up when a quiet beeping noise caused Hank to stir. Hank groaned and rolled over and turned off the alarm.

Hank rolled back over and propped his head up on his hand. "Happy birthday, Timmy."

"Thank you."

He leaned in and kissed me. He pushed me onto my back and moved so he was half on top of me. He kissed me again and then kissed my ear lobe and my neck. His dick was hard and he was grinding it onto my leg. I wrapped my arms around him and moaned softly.

"I don't have a lot of time before I need to get ready for work," Hank whispered in my ear.

I moved my leg under him so that his body was between my legs. He looked down at me with lust in his eyes. I held his face in my hands and scratched my fingers on his beard stubble and gave him a sly grin. "It's okay. Do what you need to do."

Hank grabbed the lube and slicked his dick up. He pushed my legs back and I locked my knees around his waist. He sunk into me in one slow motion.

"Oh, fuck, baby, you feel so hot inside, so wet..."

Hank leaned down and kissed me hard, shoving his tongue into my mouth. He started moving inside me slowly, his thrusting quickly building up speed and getting harder and faster. I was panting and whimpering underneath him, while running my hands up and down his chest, sides and back. My fingers traced the contours of his furred muscles. It was like electricity bolted from my fingertips straight to my groin.

Hank moved so that he was crouching over me, resting on his hands. He was really slamming into me hard and fast. His rhythm started to falter and I knew he was about to explode.

"Tim... You feel so good, I can't hold back, baby...."

I locked eyes with Hank and brought my right hand to my dick and furiously jerked it. A few more hard jabs to my prostate and I was there with him.

"Oh! Hank!" I groaned. My body arched and went rigid and I clamped down around his shaft and climaxed.

"Oh, fuck, I'm coming!" Hank shouted as he thrust into me one last time.

I could feel his cock jerking and pulsing inside me as it painted my walls with his hot semen.

Hank collapsed on top of me, panting and out of breath. He looked at the time and muttered under his breath. He pulled out of me and sat up on the edge of the bed. He took a deep breath and exhaled and then got up and walked out of the bedroom to the bathroom. I pushed myself up and followed him.

I climbed into the shower with him and he pulled me back to him so that my back was against his chest. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my neck as we stood under the hot water and closed our eyes and relaxed. I felt the warm trickle of Hank's come dripping down the inside of my left leg and it made me shudder.

"I can feel you dripping down my leg," I whispered.

"I think I got you pregnant last night," Hank said with a chuckle.

"After last night and this morning, I wouldn't be surprised," I said with a giggle.

Hank was silent for a few seconds. He kissed the side of my neck and asked, "Do you ever think you might want a kid or two some day?"

"Yeah. I would love a little boy. A little dark haired, blue-eyed 'Hank Junior'. I'd watch you teach him to play football in the back yard. You could coach his pee wee football team and I'd sit in the stands and say 'that's my boy, the quarterback -- and my husband, the coach'."

I smiled and giggled to myself.

Hank tightened his arms around me. I felt him tremble slightly and then he sniffled. He kissed up the side of my neck. "I love you so much, Timmy. God, you make me so fucking happy."

I turned around and looked up at him. His eyes were brimming with tears. I stood up on my tip toes and kissed his whiskered chin.

"I love you too, Hank."

I grabbed the shower gel and washed the front of his hairy body up and down. I squirted the shampoo into my hand and told him to bend down. We both giggled as I washed his hair. He rinsed off his hair and turned around and I washed his back and his butt. Then he did the same for me. We got out of the shower and dried off. I left Hank in the bathroom to shave and get dressed for work, while I went and threw on some shorts.

I headed into the kitchen and started a pot of coffee. I cooked some breakfast sausage patties, scrambled some eggs and toasted some bread. Hank walked in as I was plating his food.

I turned around and checked him out. Damn, he was a stud in his uniform.

"Here you go," I said as I handed him the plate.

"Man, you are too good to me," he said.

He grabbed a cup of coffee and a fork and sat down at the table. I followed him with my own cup of coffee and plate.

Hank looked at his watch and quickly ate, then stood and finished his coffee.

"Thanks, babe," he said as he bent down and gave me a kiss. "I love you. Happy birthday."

"I love you, too. I'll see you at my parents for dinner. Be safe."

I got up and followed Hank out the front door as he grabbed his hat and put on his 'utility belt'. I watched from the front porch as he climbed into the truck and rolled down the window. He lit a smoke and waved to me as he pulled out of the driveway.

I went inside and put our dishes in the dishwasher and cleaned up the kitchen. After yawning and stretching, I went back in the bedroom and laid back down. I buried my face in Hank's pillow and inhaled his wonderful scent. I held his pillow as I fell asleep.


I woke up later and did some laundry and cleaned the house. I went to the hardware store and made a copy of my keys for Hank, then hit the grocery store and stocked up on some groceries. I was running really low on cash and I hoped I could make it to next Friday. Hopefully, I'd get a little bit of cash for my birthday.

I headed over to Mom and Dad's a couple of hours early, just after 4:00. Mom was in the kitchen making potato salad and I gave her a hug and she kissed my cheek and wished me happy birthday. Mom was wearing a yellow sundress and it showed off her nice figure. She had curled her blond hair and it framed her face nicely. It was really nice to see her in something besides hospital scrubs and her hair in a ponytail.

"You look really pretty today," I told her.

"Thank you, sweetie," she said and gave me another kiss on the cheek.

"Is that my birthday boy?" Dad asked as he came down the stairs.

"Hi, Dad."

He had just taken a shower and he was wearing cargo shorts and a t-shirt with the Matthews Contracting Company logo on it. His brawny build stretched the shirt a little bit and brown hair spilled out of the top of the shirt collar. He was freshly shaved and had trimmed his bushy moustache a bit. He grinned at me, flashing his teeth.

He put his arm around my shoulders and I followed him out to the back yard. The lawn was freshly mowed and smelled really good like freshly cut grass does. Dad opened the grill and began cleaning the grates with a wire scrubber.

"Tim, get me a beer, will ya? Get yourself one, too," Dad said.

I went inside and opened the fridge and pulled out two bottles of beer and returned outside. We opened the bottles and tossed the caps into a bucket on the deck. Dad took a big swig of the beer and turned back to the grates.

I shifted nervously between my feet for a few seconds while I debated telling him about Hank moving in with me.

"Dad? Can I talk to you for a minute?"

"Sure, sport. What's up?"

"Um... I, um... I asked Hank to move in with me. Are you okay with that? I really need you to be okay with it."

My eyes welled with tears and I took a deep breath. Dad turned and looked at me and set the brush down.

"Come here, kiddo."

Dad pulled me to him and hugged me.

"I'm sorry, Dad. I just don't want to be a disappointment to you," I said as I cried on his chest.

"Tim, you're not a disappointment. I'm so very proud of you. We should have talked about this sooner. Sit down."

I reluctantly let go and Dad and I sat down in the patio chairs.

"Tim, I'm not proud of the way I behaved when I found out about you and Pete. I said some hurtful things and turned my back on you. If I hadn't done that, I would've seen what was happening and I would have ran that bastard out of town before he had a chance to hurt you. I know you forgave me, because that's the kind of boy -- man -- you are. Yes, I was disappointed that you were with Pete. I felt that you were settling. He was using you for your money, your home and for-- well, I don't want to think about that."

Dad sighed and continued. "Jeff and I couldn't get you to see it. I knew you weren't in love with him, and he sure as hell didn't love you. You deserved better than that bastard. But you were so stubborn and mouthy, I just lost my temper. So, I was maybe disappointed in your choices, but never, ever disappointed in you. Do you understand?"

I nodded. "Yes."

"Now, about Hank. You know your mother and I have always loved Hank. He's a good man and you couldn't have found a better mate. And I know he loves you. I see it in the way he looks at you. And I see the way you look at him. It's the same way your mother looks at me. So you have my blessing, son. I just want for you to be happy."

"I am, Dad."

"Good. Now, go talk to your mother so I can get this grill ready."

I stood up, then paused and turned back around. "I love you, Dad."

"I love you, Tim."

I went back inside and asked Mom if she needed any help. She was now making a big batch of baked beans.

"This sure is a lot of food," I said.

"It'll be fine, sweetie," she said with a shrug.

"Mom... I asked Hank to move in with me."

Mom wiped her hands on a towel and then gave me a hug.

"I'm so glad you finally figured it out, Tim. I want so much for you to be happy. You've been so sad for the longest time. I missed seeing that smile and those dimples."

Mom laughed and pinched my cheek.

"Mom," I whined and blushed, but I was grinning.

Jeff burst into the front door carrying a big cooler. A blond girl followed him in carrying a case of beer. She looked to be in her early 20's. She had long blond hair pulled back into a pony tail. She was very pretty and athletic looking.

"Hey, birthday boy!" he shouted.

"Hi, Jeff."

Jeff set the cooler down. "Tim, this is Jen. Jen, this is my brother, Tim. And this is my Mom."

"Hi, Jen, it's nice to meet you," I said and took the beer from her.

Mom greeted her similarly.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" Jen asked Mom.

"If you could help me chop these vegetables for a salad, that would be perfect."

While they got to work, I followed Jeff onto the back deck.

"Hey, Dad," Jeff said and he and Dad shook hands and hugged.

Jeff opened the cooler and pulled out two big bags of ice. He broke them up and dumped them into the cooler. He took the case of beer from me and put the bottles into the cooler.

"I got a couple more in the truck," he said.

I followed him around the house to the driveway.

"I hope you don't mind me bringing, Jen," Jeff said. "I think you'll like her."

"I don't mind."

Actually, I did mind a little bit. It was supposed to be just the family and Hank. I didn't want to have to explain why I had a black eye. Even though it was fading, it was still very visible. I also didn't want to be looked on with pity.

"We've been seeing each other for about a month. She's really great, Tim. I really hope you and Mom and Dad like her."

I then felt a little bit guilty. In that time we had stopped talking, he had starting dating someone I didn't even know it. And obviously it was serious enough that he was bringing her to my birthday dinner.

I put a smile on my face and told him, "If you like her, I'm sure we'll like her. Don't worry about it."

We grabbed the beer and sodas from Jeff's truck and took them to the back deck and loaded up the cooler.

"This is a lot of drinks for just us," I said.

Jeff simply shrugged. I was beginning to get suspicious and I didn't like it.

Jeff walked down the small wooden deck steps to the yard and I followed him down. He pulled out a pack of smokes and lit one.

"Jeff, I asked Hank to move in with me."

"Good. I was getting sick of listening to the both of you complaining to me about missing each other."


Jeff laughed.

I heard some commotion and looked up to see Mr. Ballatori walking out onto the deck. He and Dad were loudly greeting each other and patting each other on the back.

I looked at Jeff.

"Mom might have invited the Ballatoris," Jeff said.

I started to get upset. "I don't want them to see me like this, Jeff."

"Tim, the bruises on your face are all gone. You got a purple bruise under your left eye. So what?"

"I don't want anyone to know what happened to me. They're gonna look at me and know."

A tear fell down my cheek. Jeff exhaled his smoke and dropped his cigarette on the ground and stomped it out. He pulled me to him. He put his arm around my shoulder and walked me towards the back of the property away from the house.

"Relax, Tim. It's okay. They care about you. You can't keep avoiding them. Okay?"

I nodded and took a deep breath. "Okay."


I wiped my face with my hands and Jeff and I walked back to the house, Jeff's arm still around my shoulder. Dad looked at me with a concerned look on his face. I smiled back at him to let him know that I was okay.

Mr. Ballatori gave he me a big bear hug. He held me tight for a few seconds. When he pulled away he looked at me and smiled lovingly and gently stroked the back of my head. It was a very caring gesture and it reminded me of Hank. He looked at me so sympathetically. I started to get emotional and when the tears fell down my cheeks, he pulled me to his chest and hugged me tight.

"I'm so sorry, son," he whispered in my ear. "You're okay now. We're not gonna let anyone hurt you."

When I calmed down, he let me go and I smiled at him and then wiped my face with my hand. He smiled back at me and winked.

"Now, where's all this beer I keep hearing about?" Mr. Ballatori asked.

Jeff stepped up and opened the cooler. "What'll you have, Mr. B?"

Dad walked up behind me and squeezed the back of my neck. "You okay, son?" he whispered in my ear.

"Yeah. I'm okay. Just a little emotional today, I guess."

Dad clapped his hand on my back a couple times.

Mom and Mrs. Ballatori stepped out onto the deck, followed by Jen and Hank's little sister, Marie. I hadn't seen her in a while. She really had a growth spurt since I last saw her. She was very cute with a nice little figure.

Mrs. Ballatori gave me a warm hug and said, "Happy birthday, sweetie."

"Thank you," I said with a smile.

Marie hugged me and said, "Happy Birthday, Tim."

"Thanks," I said. "It's good to see you. You're all grown up."

"You, too."

"Do you want something to drink?"

"Yeah, a Diet Coke or Sprite would be great."

I opened the cooler and got a Diet Coke for Marie and Sprite for myself. The deck was getting crowded, so Jeff and Jen stepped down into the yard. Marie and I followed. The four of us sat down at the wooden picnic table and sipped our drinks and made small talk.

I was shocked when Marie told us she was getting ready to go to Michigan State in the fall. It's hard for me to not think of her as a little girl.

Jen told us that she worked at her family's landscaping business, mostly doing landscape and yard designs. She met Jeff at the gym where they worked out. Jeff was right, she seemed like a very nice person, and I did like her.

"Who's that?" Jen asked, nodding behind me towards the deck.

"That's my brother, Hank," Marie answered. "Tim's boyfriend."

I turned around and saw Hank on the deck talking to our parents. He was still wearing his uniform, looking so sexy with a pair of sunglasses. I jumped up and walked up to the deck.

"Hey, baby. Happy birthday," Hank said. He wrapped his arm around me and bent down and kissed me.

"Hi, Hank," I said, my face red from having been kissed in front of both of our parents.

"I'm gonna go get changed," he said. I followed him inside. He grabbed his gym bag which was sitting on the foot of the stairs and I followed him up to my bedroom. He gave me a quick kiss and I sat on the bed and watched him change out of his uniform. As I watched him, I noticed his dick starting to plump up.

"I'd let you have this if we didn't have all those people waiting downstairs," he said with a leer as he grabbed his crotch.

"They can wait," I joked.

He laughed and pulled on a sleeveless t-shirt with the Marines emblem and a pair of camouflage cargo shorts. We walked downstairs to the deck holding hands.

Dad had pulled out a huge platter of bratwurst and burgers and started grilling. He and Mr. Ballatori were standing around the grill, drinking beer and talking about sports. Mom and Mrs. Ballatori were sitting at the patio table gossiping. I saw that Hank's older brother Vince had arrived and he was standing next to the picnic table talking to Jeff. Jen and Marie were sitting at the picnic table giggling and laughing.

Hank walked over to the cooler and grabbed a bottle of beer. He put his arm around my shoulders and chugged half of the beer down. He looked around the deck and the yard.

"This is our family, babe," he said quietly. "Great, isn't it?"

"Yeah. Everyone's getting along and enjoying themselves. It's perfect."

"They're all here for you. Happy birthday, sweetheart."

Hank kissed the top of my head then took another swig of beer. Everyone did enjoy themselves and have a good time. The food was great and I was really glad that Mom invited the Ballatoris over.

Mom had made my favorite cake, yellow with fudge icing. I was relieved that she didn't try to fit 22 candles onto it, but had two "2" candles instead.

I got some nice gifts. Mom and Dad got me a new iPod touch, which was awesome. They also gave me $100 cash, which I desperately needed. Jeff and Jen got me an iTunes gift card card. The Ballatoris gave me a $100 Target gift card.

I opened Hank's gifts last. He gave me a pair of Levi 501's. I blushed when I saw the smirk on his face. He had said my ass looked good in 501's. The other gift was a pair of cowboy boots, very similar to the style he wore. I loved them and I grinned wide and big.

I thanked and hugged everyone for the gifts and told them how much I appreciated everyone coming to my birthday dinner.

A while later, Hank pulled his parents aside and told them that he was moving in with me. His dad clapped him on the back and his mother hugged him. His dad looked up at me and motioned me to come over with his finger. I walked up to them and they both hugged me.

It was the best birthday I had had in a long time. No, it was the best birthday ever.


Though Hank spent the night at my house on Saturday and Sunday, he was officially moving in on Monday.

I called my landlord, Grant, that morning and let him know that Hank was moving in and I wanted to get the lease amended. He was happy to know that a cop would be moving into the house. He brought the updated lease over to the office and I told him I'd get it back to him after Hank signed it.

Dad was nice enough to let Jeff and me off work a couple hours early so that we could move Hank's stuff.

When I pulled up in my driveway, Hank was mowing the lawn. He was wearing work boots and running shorts and no shirt. His muscular, hairy chest glistened with sweat.

"Hi!" I shouted above the lawnmower noise.

Hank let go of the handle and the lawnmower shut off. He wiped his brow with his forearm. "Hey, Timmy."

"Are you trying to make my neighbors jealous?" I asked with a sly grin as I looked up and down his body.

He shook his head and laughed. "I'm almost done. Give me a few minutes."

I thanked him for mowing the lawn and went inside as Hank started the lawnmower back up. I went to the bedroom and changed from my shirt, tie, and jeans to a t-shirt and cargo shorts.

As I walked to the kitchen to get a glass of water, I noticed there there was a check sitting on the counter. It was made out to me for half of the rent from Hank's bank account. When I opened the freezer to get some ice cubes, I noticed that there was a lot more stuff in it. I opened the fridge and saw that it was packed with food. Hank had gone shopping. I smiled to myself and went outside.

Jeff pulled up just as Hank was finishing up. Hank put the mower away, then came inside and went to the bathroom and splashed water on his face and chest and dried off and pulled on a t-shirt. The three of us headed over to Hank's parents' house and used Hank's truck and Jeff's truck to load up his things. He already had a lot of stuff boxed up and that made it easier.

He also had some furniture stored in the basement. He had a twin sized bed, which we decided to put in the second bedroom, which currently held my desk and computer. We also brought his desk and a leather chair. He also had a TV stand and a 42" LCD TV, which was obviously nicer than my 27" tube TV. We decided to move my old TV to the bedroom and use Hank's TV in the living room. There was a large wooden bookshelf, which we decided would go in the guest room as well. On that, we'd put all of his trophies and memorabilia from school and the Marines. His teddy bear would return to its rightful place on that shelf.

Between the three of us, we got everything moved quicker than I thought. Once everything was put in its proper spot, we ordered a couple of large pizzas and took turns showering.

We ate and watched TV for a while until Jeff got up to leave. I hugged him and thanked him for his help and Hank shook his hand.


Hank and I sat on the couch watching TV with his arm around my shoulders. After all the moving activity, we were both tired and we decided to go to bed a little early.

That night, Hank and I laid in bed while he whispered sweet words to me, telling me how much he loved me and how this was the beginning of our life together.

When Hank climbed on top of me, I readily spread and lifted my legs for him. I wanted him so badly that when he slowly lubed and stretched me with his fingers, I nearly came more than once. When he finally pushed into me and stabbed my prostate, I cried out his name and bucked under his body and coated our bodies with my load.

He pumped in and out of me in a hard and steady rhythm, not too fast and not too slow. I was soon erect and throbbing again. I begged for him to go harder and faster, but he wouldn't listen. The slow steady build up as he repeatedly rubbed my prostate made me crazy. My body was writhing underneath him. I moaned and whimpered and grabbed and pulled at his body, trying to make him go faster. I cried out his name over and over while he whispered in my ear, "Come for me, Timmy. Let go, baby."

"Oh god, Hank!"


We both came together and it was intense. I felt Hank's hot load filling me to the brim and then dripping out of me onto the bed. I held on tight to his shoulders as my body shuddered underneath him. Hank collapsed on me and his arms wrapped around me tightly as we kissed passionately. He finally laid his head next to mine and kissed my collar bone.

"Welcome home, Hank," I whispered.