Adulting

Brad’s story

I woke up on Christmas morning in a Wisconsin hotel room with Scotty wrapped in my arms. Last night we both said “I love you” for the first time. I know it’s early in the relationship, but I’ve been wanting to say it since our first date but was scared shitless I’d freak him out. Then, he said it first! I couldn’t contain my smile when I heard the words come out of his mouth. Last night was unbelievably romantic and I never wanted it to end.

Kev and Randy are picking us up in a couple of hours to go to the Nicholls’ house for Christmas. I still can’t freaking believe that his parents sent me a plane ticket. We’ve only been dating for like a month and they welcomed me like I was their own son. I was torn. I’ve been so lonely for the last couple of years and wanted to be with Scotty for Christmas so bad, but the relationship is still new, and I felt like I’d be crashing a family thing. Scotty, Kev, and Randy all tried to tell me I was welcome, but I still felt out of place. But then his parents called me… I’ve never even met these people and they called me to invite me to their home and tried to convince me that I should be there, and THEN they e-mailed me a ticket. I agreed to go, but I was extremely reluctant. But when I saw Scotty’s face at the airport I knew I made the right choice. He was so fucking happy just because I was there. That is where I belonged… wherever Scotty was.

“Hey” I whispered in his ear “Merry Christmas.”

Scotty stretched, then reached back and ran his fingers through my bedhead. “Hey” he garbled out in a gruff morning voice, I could actually hear his smile. He rolled over onto his other side, so we were facing each other then, touched my face with the back of his hand. “Merry Christmas… you’re the best fucking gift I’ve ever gotten. Last night was awesome.”

“For me too. I meant what I said” I whispered

The words “So did I” seemed to just flow out of his mouth without thought or hesitation “I really do love you. You’re all I think about.” He kissed me gently on the lips. I pulled him closer and the gentle kiss turned into a passionate one.

Scotty’s hand moved down to my soft cock and it sprang into action at his touch. I did the same to him, he was already semi-hard, and I could feel him growing in my hand. I squeezed my encouragement and stroked him slowly as our kiss became harder and more passionate.

He rolled on top of me, his hot fleshy manhood rubbed against mine and an electric shock shot through my body. “oh god” I moaned involuntarily as I exhaled and threw my arms around him. I ran my nails lightly down his back. Damn his body was so muscular and tight and felt so good against mine. He started grinding his crotch against me as I pushed hard against him pulling him down on top of me even harder. We were in full-on lust mode now. We wanted each other badly and weren’t holding back anything.

Our tongues probed each other’s mouths… morning breath be damned. We were together and nothing else was important. His hands were on my ass pulling my cheeks apart, so his fingers could probe my hole. He moved them around his tight pucker, it twitched, taunting him. He tapped it with his fingers and my moans filled his mouth. Damn he turned me on so much.

As he moved between my legs, he pushed them up towards my chest, I stretched them straight up to the sky and moved my hands under my knees holding them there, so he had full access to my tight hole. My eyes were closed as his wet tongue entered me, opening me up, preparing me for what I really wanted. His mouth and tongue expertly worked my hole for a good fifteen minutes as I just laid there holding my legs up and enjoying every fucking second of it.

Scotty came up from eating my ass out and licked his way up my body to my face and kissed me passionately. I was tasting my own ass, it was masty as fuck and it turned me on so much. While I was distracted by the dirty kiss, Scotty was lining his manhood up with my slick pucker. Before I knew it he pushed through my ass ring and was in me. He didn’t stop to let me adjust, he just pushed forward slowly but steadily. He hit a little resistance at one point and just plowed through until he was all the way in me. OH MY GOD it felt awesome. He pulled out and pushed in deep again, moving harder and faster with each thrust driving me to intense heights of pleasure FUCK he felt so good in me! By now I had grabbed his ass and was guiding him in and out of my passage.

I could feel Scotty’s breathing getting heavier as he put more power behind his thrusts. Suddenly I just shot. I wasn’t even touching my dick and I’m not even sure I was aware of what was happening until I felt my own hot cum hit my abs and my chest. “Fuck did you cum?!” Scotty asked. I gave a breathy yes in response. He smile broadly and pumped harder until I felt his warm cum spray my guts and heard him moan in ecstasy. Sex with Scotty was so amazing. Every fucking time was like the first, an exciting new experience and I loved it.

Scotty pulled his still throbbing cock out of me and rolled to my side. We both just lie there with huge smiles looking at the ceiling. “I want to say I love you again, but I don’t want you to think it’s because of the sex. It’s because of you. You’re perfect.” Scotty said catching me by surprise.

He was still looking upward, then he turned to look at me I kissed him and said “Say it”

“I love you” he said and kissed me. I said it back. After just holding each other for a few minutes we got up and jumped into the shower.

We ordered breakfast from room service since we knew Randy and Kev were having breakfast with Randy’s family. At 9AM on the dot we were packed up, and in the lobby. Scotty was talking to the manager singing the praises of Jake the desk clerk who arranged for our carriage ride when I saw Kev pull up to the door “Our ride’s here” I yelled to Scotty. I heard him call out Merry Christmasto the manager as he bound over to me and grab his luggage, then we headed toward the exit. Kev and Randy were standing by the SUV waiting for us.

“So….?” Kev said, “did you guys have fun?” Scotty walked up to him, dropped his bags on the frozen ground and gave him a huge bear hug, squeezing the air out of the poor guy.

“You guys are the best brothers ever. I can’t believe you did all this for me.” He just held on to Kev for a minute then moved over to Randy giving him the same treatment. Meanwhile I started loading our luggage into the rental. We all piled into the SUV and hit the road to the Nicholls’ place. For the next forty five minutes I sat in the backseat with Scotty’s head on my shoulder as we held hands and he told the guys about our romantic night. “I can honestly say that this was one of the best, if not THEE best night of my entire life you guys. Everything fell into place. I loved it!”

Randy turned back to look at us and asked “Brad, you’re pretty quiet, did you have fun?”

“Who can get a word in edge wise with this guy?” I asked as Scotty punched my arm and the others laughed “But he’s right. It was one of the most incredible nights of my life. That steak….”

“Oh my god it was a freaking roast” Scotty interrupted.

“The place is legendary for their huge steaks and desserts.” Kev said

“It was all awesome” I said, “The room, the restaurant, the carriage ride, the hot chocolate and Peppermint Schnapps that the desk clerk sent us for the ride. All of it! Thank you both so much!”

“And the sex…?” Kev asked

“Shut the fuck up you perv” Scotty snapped back laughing as he lightly hit the back of Kev’s head. The rest of the ride they told us about their night with Randy’s family. His nieces and nephews sounded like loads of fun and they seemed to have had a great time.

As they talked about their night with family my mind drifted to my own family. I truly loved and missed my siblings. My sisters used to call me every couple of weeks, but I haven’t heard from them in over a month… right about the same time I started getting the constant phone calls from the unknown numbers. I’m pretty sure my dad found out they were in touch with me, took their phones away and got my number. I assume he’s been trying to track me, or maybe just make me think he was. He liked to keep his kids guessing and fearful. I also loved and missed my mom, even though she enabled my father to be a tyrant. As for my father I didn’t love him, I feared him. The trip went by fast. As we pulled up to the house and parked in the long driveway I snapped out of my thoughts and back to reality.

Oh my god, it was only about 10AM but the place was lit up with a million lights! Every size and color with inflatables all over the yard. It was like Christmas threw up on the house and I loved it. It felt like Christmas. Growing up my father would put out a few strings of white lights, a cross, and a manger scene. We didn’t talk about Santa and any gifts were very practical like clothes or school supplies. Christmas was a very formal, somber holiday in our house where we honored the birth of Jesus and spent half the day at church. Nothing else was tolerated. But this… THIS was a freaking celebration of Christmas.

Before the SUV even stopped his mother came running out into the bitter Wisconsin cold with no coat on to greet us. She was followed by his dad, and sister. Dave, his sister’s boyfriend was standing in the doorway staying warm. Mrs. Nicholls ran up to Scotty and hugged him tight, fixing his hair as she did. Mr. Nicholls greeted Kev with a hug then went over to Randy. Once Mrs. Nicholls was done with Scotty she came over to me and embraced me “Brad I am so happy you’re here. I was worried you wouldn’t come.” and she held me for a while. My being there was important to her. What the fuck? This family was so loving and sincere. They obviously loved their kids unconditionally and whatever made them happy was good with them. WowI It was so different than what I grew up with. In our home we honored the Lord by Honoring and obeying my father. If not, then my father had license to do whatever he deemed necessary to get us in line. But here… loving your kids came first. I expected to feel awkward here, instead I was in awe of it all.

“Thank you for inviting me and convincing me to come. I’m glad I came Mrs. Nicholl’s” I said still wrapped in her arms.

“Call me Joyce or Mom, or whatever you’re comfortable with.” She said as she let me go turning her attention to Kevin. “Let’s get in the house, it’s cold as heck out here” she wrapped her arm around her eldest son’s waist and led the way into the house. The inside of the house matched the outside with Christmas covering every inch. It was so awesome. I’m sure every knickknack held a special memory. I just took it all in, loving it all. I saw that there were stockings hanging over the fireplace, including one with my name in glitter. That made me smile.

Scotty’s dad came up behind me and said “I’m so glad to finally meet you Brad, make yourself at home here. Help yourself to anything you want to eat or drink… consider yourself home.” And I did. They made me feel so damn welcome in their home. More welcome than my father ever made me feel in my own home growing up. I felt like a Nicholls.

“Thank you for reaching out to me Mr. Nicholls, it was very kind of you to bring me here.”

“You can call me Paul or Pop, whatever works” he said, “And now that you found us, don’t be a stranger. You’re welcome here anytime,”

We were interrupted by a voice coming up from behind us “So you’re the hot gay guy who finally pulled whoops out of the closet” It was his sister Joanie. Randy warned me about her. He said she was awesome but would give me a lot of shit, and all I had to do to win her over was give her shit right back.

“Nah, I’m straight. I just told him I was gay to get to his hot sister.” I shot back. Joanie laughed, grabbed my hand and dragged me into the kitchen to introduce me to her boyfriend and pour me a drink. I saw Randy looking over at me laughing. He just nodded.

“Dave, this is Whoops’ new boyfriend. He’s straight and really into me… so you better treat me right or I’m going home with him.” Dave and I shook hands. The next thing I knew the three of us were talking and joking like we were family. I had only been there a few minutes, but I felt so comfortable and at home. Randy, Kev, and Scotty came up and joined the conversation, Scotty put his arm around my waist. We were all laughing and joking as the siblings caught up with each other.

I snuck away from the crowd and moved up next to Joyce at the kitchen counter “What can I do?”

She looked at me and smiled as she handed me a potato peeler “Can you peel a potato?” She said smiling.

“Like a pro” I responded. Still smiling, she pointed to the pantry door and told me to put on an apron. I donned the “kiss the cook” apron with pride as I picked up a potato and went to work.

“I’m so glad you’re here Brad” she said as we worked. Then she raised her voice, so the others could hear “I hear that boss of your is a real tyrant. I was afraid he wouldn’t give you time off.”

I heard Kev laugh and yell back “Yeah, he’s an ass.”

Then Randy (the boss she was referring to) yelled “I gotta work these people hard to keep your son living the lavish lifestyle he’s become accustom to.” Everyone chuckled then went back to their conversations while Joyce and I worked and talked. She asked with genuine interest about my job, college, my time on the swim team, etc. I could tell she really wanted to know me… she wanted to know the guy her son was falling in love with. Conversation with her flowed easily.

Then she entered rough terrain “Can I ask about your family?” I felt comfortable with her, so I told her. I told her everything, more than I even told Scotty. I told her about my rigid father, how he controlled my mother, and how my entire family feared him and his “wrath.” I went on about how he cut me off in the name of the Lord and won’t let the family contact me. I even told her that I hadn’t talked to my sisters in over a month… I hadn’t event told Scotty that. I almost told her about the unknown calls and my suspicions that it was my father, but I was afraid I’d worry her too much. We talked for quite a while, at some point we had finished peeling, and prepping and her full attention was on me. For the first time during the conversation we made eye contact. I could see the look in her eyes. It wasn’t pity, or sadness. It was empathy, she was feeling my pain. She reached over and hugged me whispering in my ear “I am so happy you found us, I love having you here.” Her words were sincere and comforting. I didn’t cry, I just enjoyed the warmth of her loving embrace.

“Time to open gifts” Joyce yelled after she kissed me on the cheek and let me go “Someone go get dad.” Everyone refreshed their drinks and headed toward the family room as Randy yelled out the door for Paul to come in. Randy and Dave both seemed like they had been part of the family forever. I was starting to feel that way too.

The Christmas tree was in the corner of the homey room, it was the most beautiful tree I’d ever seen. It was imperfectly perfect! Adorned with big multi-covered bulbs and mismatched ornaments, each undoubtedly with its own memory, story, or tradition attached to it. It wreaked of family history and I loved it. We all sat down on the couches, chairs, floor… wherever we could fit. Underneath… the tree was bulging with wrapped gifts, including several with my name on them. Some wrapped beautifully, some haphazardly, all put there with love. Kev and Randy shipped my gifts for Scotty’s parents along with theirs. I didn’t get Scotty anything, we had decided that our Vegas trip would be our gift to each other. Honestly, our relationship was so new that I was relieved… I had no clue what to get him. We were at that point where it was too soon for jewelry or rings, but we were way beyond generic coffee mugs or scented candles. I really was stumped. One of the things I love about Scotty is that we could talk about this stuff and decide together, I didn’t have to guess.

Once we were all gathered around the tree we went around the room and everyone opened one gift, then we moved on to the next person. His mom opened her gift from me first. Kev told me she collected Hummel figurines and that she had accidentally broken one of her favorites while getting the house ready for Christmas. I found a replacement on eBay. When she opened it she shrieked with excitement and came over to hug me. His dad was next. Knowing he had a thing for classic cars, and a special connection to Rambler’s I gave him a coffee table book with the history of Rambler and a lot of beautiful car photos, as well as, several pictures of employee’s on the line. He picked out his father in one of the photo’s instantly. I got a bear hug from him too.

We kept going around the room opening gifts. I opened the last one addressed to me, it was from “Mom.” I ripped through the beautiful wrapping, opened the box and was greeted with a big, bulky, handmade sweater “WE’RE SWEATER TWINS” Randy yelled out “SWEATER TRIPLETS” yelled Dave having opened one of his own earlier. I put it on with pride. I have never loved a gift more. A virtual stranger took days of her life to knit this for ME. God these people were amazing.

When all the gifts were opened Joanie said “Hey, look what Dave gave me!” and held up her hand showing off a diamond engagement ring. Joyce screamed with joy and the noise level of the room went up a few notches as everyone congratulated the couple. After Scotty hugged his sister and welcomed Dave to the family he grabbed my hand, lifted me off the floor and snuck me out of the room and into the empty kitchen.

He hugged me, kissed me and said, “I like that sweater” and lightly stroked the bulky garment “I am so damn happy you’re here. Are you having fun?” I was doing my damnedest to keep my composure, inside I was an emotional mess. I was missing my family… well most of them and feeling loved all at the same time.

“I am having the second best time of my life” I said. Scotty smiled knowing that the best time of my life was last night with him. Just then the others came pouring into the kitchen and suddenly the little room was a flurry of activity as Joyce led the charge to get dinner on the table.

About ten minutes later dinner was ready. Everyone grabbed a plate and filled it then filed into the dining room where the table was set flawlessly. After everyone sat down Paul started with a prayer of thanks, it caught me a little off guard. It wasn’t like when my Father prayed all Bible quotes, damnation, and basically begging the god he believed in to show mercy on us for being horrible people. Paul’s prayer was one of thanks for his family all being together and for the new additions to his table. It wasn’t just bullshit words, it was a heartfelt appreciation for those around him. He truly loved his family. With all my Fathers preaching and showboating about god and the bible, he would NEVER in a million years welcomed a complete stranger like me (especially a homosexual) to his table at Christmas. Mom and Pop Nicholls didn’t thin twice about it.

I couldn’t believe how loved I felt. Seriously, these people, most of whom I met just a couple of hours ago and all of whom were strangers to me barely a month ago have made me feel loved again for the first time in two years. I felt like I was part of the family.

I dreaded leaving the next day and being alone again.

To be continued…