"Look at you with the beard!" My mother exclaimed. "Just like your father. You're looking more like him every day. And Gerry, you look as handsome as ever! Give me a hug." She said, sliding past me, and wrapping her arms around Gerry. We were back at my parents for Christmas break. This time Gerry was eager to visit.
Once all the hugs were out of the way, my father said excitedly, "Come with me guys, I have something to show you." And led us down the hallway to my room. "Since Thanksgiving we've done a little redecorating."
I was in shock. My room was completely changed. The furniture had all been replaced and my things were gone. It was like I never existed.
"We thought we should make this room comfortable for both of you, so we got a bigger bed. This way you two can sleep together, up here. No one has to be downstairs on the couch." He said proudly.
I was still too shocked to speak. Gerry glanced at me, smiled, then jumped in, "Thank you Mr C. I don't know what to say...this is so thoughtful... so kind. Thank you."
I recovered enough to ask, "What happened to my stuff?"
"Oh it's in the basement, in boxes. Don't worry it's all there, every bit of it." My father said. "We just thought this made better sense for us now... as a family."
Sitting on the dresser was the photo of the four of us, taken at the restaurant after Thanksgiving.
I looked at Gerry, tearing up, overcome with emotion. My father, so proud of himself, so accepting of us. I knew I was being selfish, upset because it wasn't all about me.
"Dad," I managed. "Thanks." Giving him a hug, and tearing up myself.
"Thank your mother too. This was her idea. I just helped make it happen. Now let's get your stuff so you can get settled in." My father said as he left the room, in pursuit of our backpacks and bags.
Once he was gone, Gerry gave me a quick hug. "Your parents... " he said. "They're amazing."
"Well, like it or not, they seem to be your parents now too," I replied, with a kiss on his lips.
"I like it," he said, kissing back. "And that sexy scratchy beard of yours, and that cute butt of yours, and that big cock."
"Stop," I interrupted him. "Later."
"Promises, promises," he teased, with one last kiss.
The next morning at breakfast, I was still asleep at the table. I didn't get any sleep the night before. It wasn't the bed. That was fine. It was Gerry. All night long I could feel him, curled up behind me. I'd fall asleep, then minutes later, wake up with his stiff cock poking against my butt. Neither the thin fabric of the loose boxer shorts that he slept in, nor my flimsy underwear were any help at all. The worst part, was that I wanted to have Gerry slide right in and fuck me. But the house was old and the walls thin, my parents bedroom was just next door. I half suspected that Gerry was doing it all on purpose, playing with me, knowing that I didn't want to have sex at my parent's house.
"How was the new bed?" My mom asked.
"Just fine," Gerry replied. "Really nice."
"Oh that's good, I was afraid it might be too hard."
I shot Gerry an unmistakable look, that clearly said don't go there. He gave me a devilish little smile, then made a frowny face. Fortunately for him, he didn't say another word. I could tell I was going to need more coffee, much more, to make it through the day.
"This morning I need to split some wood and load it up in the truck for old man Tomlinson." My father announced. "I usually drop some off for him as a Christmas present."
"We'd be glad to help," Gerry replied, a little too upbeat for my liking. Besides, what was wrong with taking it easy, especially after last night. Of course, this was typical Gerry, always eager to get what he wants. Making a good impression on my dad and spending time with him, was just the sort of thing that would appeal to him. Personally, I had split enough wood over the years to last a lifetime, a very long lifetime.
"Yeah, sounds like fun," I added, trying not to sound too sarcastic.
It was a cold day, but sunny. Dad gave Gerry a quick demonstration on splitting wood, just as he had done for me years ago. Then he gave Gerry an axe and moved in behind him, helping him with his grip and walking him through the technique. Very hands on, perhaps a bit too hands on for my liking. Predictably, neither of them seemed to mind. Soon they each had an axe and started chopping, slowly at first, but gradually increasing the pace, trying to out do each other, competing man to man. I had to scurry to keep up, collecting the split wood and loading the truck, trying my best to ignore their silly macho competition.
Before long, their flannel shirts were off and they were chopping in their t-shirts, clinging tightly to their bodies. My dad wearing a classic white crew neck, Gerry with a gray tank top. Tight jeans and work boots on booth of them completed the lumberjack look. I had to admit, they both looked good. Dad's body was fit and lean. Gerry, with his superhero body. Occasionally my dad would stop to watch him chop, pretending to rest, while eyeing his physique. Every now and then Gerry would give me a wink, and lift up his shirt to expose a little bit of chiseled stomach. He probably figured it would turn me on, and it did. He could be such a tease.
"You're great with the axe, and stamina too," Gerry commented to my dad, while he took a breather to catch his breath. "You've got a nice technique."
"It's all in the hips," my dad shot back, emphasizing the motion of his hips as he chopped. Thrusting, sexual and suggestive. A grin on his face.
Gerry was eating it up. I was quickly becoming annoyed with both of them.
"With your strength, you could chop steel beams and make it look easy," my dad said to Gerry in return. "Hardly a fair competition."
"In high school I was tired of getting beat up," Gerry explained. "Started working out so I could defend myself."
"Well you did a fine job," my father said, with admiration.
"Thanks Mr C," Gerry managed, in an embarrassed sort of way. Then added, "Now the only one that bullies me is Aaron."
"Not true!" I blurted out. "So, not true. Don't listen to him."
"I put up with it though," Gerry went on. "He's got one or two other qualities that make it all worthwhile."
"I haven't noticed any," my dad said dryly.
"Oh please. If I get my hands on an axe, you better start running." I threatened jokingly, "Both of you." We laughed, as they pretended to be frightened.
Finally we were done. The wood was split, and the truck loaded.
"I'll go in and check on mom and lunch," I offered. Leaving the two of them to admire their work, and each other.
In the kitchen mom already had everything ready. Diligent and prepared as always.
"Your dad's taken quite a shine to Gerry," she said.
"I hadn't noticed," I replied sarcastically.
