His Best Friend's Brother

Standing in front of his bathroom mirror, Eric Whitmore brushed his teeth for the second time that morning. Part of his routine each morning, he gave his mouth a second, quick cleaning after having his half-cup of heart-smart oatmeal. He smiled big to make sure he hadn’t missed a spot and shuddered at the sight of himself. He checked the mirror again; it was still clean. He rinsed the toothbrush, wiped it dry, and placed it on the tray that held the toothpaste and dental floss. He wiped the counter and made sure everything was in place before snapping off the light. As he walked to the door, he scanned the room. Everything was in place.

He drove the two miles to the office without incident. He walked purposely to his desk. Eric noted the new flowers planted at the edge of the building in diagonal rows. He questioned the randomness of the colors used before scanning his card to enter the building. As usual, he was where he sat all day writing code for the next update of the company’s CRM software.

Eric had been at the company since he was a teenager in high school. He continued working as he earned his computer science degree, and now he was the senior programmer. His life was like an endless loop. His weekdays were the same as his other weekdays. The only variable was the project. The code varied, but he remained true to his goal to write the cleanest self-commented code possible. He always finished on-time.

On weekday evenings, except for Wednesday, Eric went home and prepared his meal according to the day of the week. He always made enough to have some for lunch the next day. He ate his meal at his dining room table while listening to music. After cleaning up the dishes, he scanned TCM for movies he was interested in seeing and scheduled them for the DVR. He would watch a movie that he’d previously recorded. At the end of the movie, he got himself ready for bed, and once in bed, he imagined what life would be like when he found a man to love, one that loved him back. With those thoughts, he drifted off to sleep.

Wednesday evenings were different for Eric Whitmore. He did his grocery shopping on that day. If it happened to be the first Wednesday of the month, he would shop for underwear, socks, shirts, or pants. Each month he shopped for one of these. He rotated through them. After the purchase, he shopped for food. On his way home, he stopped at McDonald’s for chicken nuggets, French fries, a medium Coke, and a strawberry milkshake. It was his one night each week that he went wild. When he got home, he would wash the refrigerator and put everything away. He still watched a movie before bedtime.

On Saturdays, he stripped the beds to change the linens, washed his clothes, scrubbed the floor in the kitchen and bathrooms. He cleaned the windows on the inside. If the weather permitted, he also washed the ones he could reach on the outside. The ceiling fans were dusted as were all his electronics. The last thing on his weekly apartment cleaning list was vacuuming the carpet; then he put newly washed and dried rugs in the bathroom and dining room.

Sundays were Eric’s day to relax. Armed with his Kindle and a packed lunch, he headed out to an observation park near the airport. Between plane spotting, he read and munched on his lunch. If the weather didn’t permit, he spread a blanket on the living room floor and had his picnic lunch there while reading. The evening was spent doing the same thing he did on weekday nights.

Eric Whitmore only varied once from this routine, the week he came down with a respiratory tract infection. He spent that day in bed except for making a brothy soup and eating it. Eric liked knowing what he needed to do and when he needed to do it.

The others in his office found Eric quirky, but trustworthy. They always told newcomers before giving a tour that Eric never smiled. Many believed that there was something wrong with Eric’s upper lip. He never seemed to move it. What people didn’t know was that he had trained himself not to move it. His lip covered his teeth, and he was sorely ashamed of them. While those on the bottom were obviously crowded, the top row was worse. The incisors tilted inward; the lateral incisors, while identical in size, were not symmetrical in placement. One of them pointed back, and the other was set back about two millimeters which was just enough to make it appear that he was missing that tooth. Eric had begged his parents for braces when he was a child. He was willing to forego just about anything to have them, but his parents, who were each missing several teeth themselves, saw it as a frivolous expense.

People who did not know Eric well often had difficulty understanding him, but he was always appropriately friendly. The tone and timbre of his voice were always pleasant. Most people who worked with him liked him, and those who had nothing negative to say about him.

Since he always brought his lunch and ate in the shade of the building at a picnic table near the parking lot, or at his desk during bad weather, he never went out with anyone during the lunch hour. He had done this from the first time he was scheduled for a full shift. No one ever asked him to go to lunch. They did when he first started working full-time, but they soon tired of being told no.

During office parties, such as Christmas and the Fourth of July, Eric always participated in activities when he was expected to. Otherwise, he was almost like a wallflower except that he preferred to remain unnoticed. And no one made an effort to notice him. Most people believed him to be a loner, so they let him alone.

But, like most people who are alone, Eric yearned for the day when he would have someone by his side. Anytime a new man came to the office, Eric would wonder if he were the someone. So far, no one had attracted him, but he continued to hope and to practice for that time.

A secret that Eric guarded with his life was his practice session during his Saturday morning shower. He told himself that he was practicing for the day that he and his newfound love would have their first shared sexual experience. He prepared by cleaning his favorite dildo and placing it on the edge of the bathtub alongside some lubricant. He set his laptop on the bathroom counter in a tent configuration and pulled up his favorite video. Next, he stepped into the shower and made sure he was clean.

While the video played, he wrapped his mouth around the dildo. He imagined it was a real penis. He always treated it gently. As he moved up and down the shaft, he would push it past his mouth and into his throat. He had been able to do it without gagging for over a year. When the men in the video moved to rimming, Eric lubed the dildo and his ass. He pushed the suction cup firmly against the tile and turned around. He would massage his ass with his fingers until the male in the video pushed his cock against the other’s rosebud. At that moment, Eric moved the head of the dildo against his ass and began to lean back. He always found it interesting that there was always the same strange uncomfortable pressure for about five seconds. At that point, he pushed back until his ass cheeks were against the tile.

The full feeling always made him feel dizzy. He heard the men in the video. The receiver told his partner to give him the entire dick, and the partner responded with how tight the hole was. After about a minute, Eric would move forward; the sensation forced him to close his eyes every time. From that point on, he would move back and forth. The sensation of the penis moving into him always made his own dick get hard. Sometimes, he would come from that sensation; other times, he grabbed it and moved his fingers up and down to stimulate himself to completion. So, every Saturday morning, Eric made love to his future, unknown lover. Then he cleaned up the mess. On Wednesdays, at the grocery store, he would look at each man hoping that he might finally meet him. But he never smiled at any of them.

For Eric’s twenty-third birthday, the head of HR, who had started just two weeks earlier, brought a birthday cake to celebrate his birthday. The activity was part of her plan to make all employees feel that they were on the same team rather than just a collection of teams. His birthday fell on the same day that Thomas Seelig began working for the company. Usually, introductions were brief and took place as the new employee was given a tour, but today there was a rather large gathering of people in the conference room.

Eric watched Thomas as he was being introduced and found his stance and ease in front of people to be attractive. Thomas was also physically attractive. At just under six feet tall and around one hundred eighty pounds, he was a fit specimen. He had short, layered brown hair, green eyes, a strong jawline with a nose that was the correct size for his face. His clothes, though not the most expensive, were well suited to his frame. His jacket and trousers were altered professionally.

Thomas smiled as he spoke; he thanked everyone for the warm welcome. Eric felt drawn to his eyes and his smile. He found the shape of his mouth attractive. He took a bite of cake and studied Thomas some more, and he wondered whether this could be the man he was looking for. He’d always dreamed of love at first sight, a man who would make his blood boil from the start.

Thomas had noticed Eric from the start. He found Eric’s personality to be calming, albeit, they had only spent a few minutes together. He wondered whether Eric would make a perfect wingman. And he needed a wingman, someone who would keep him from drinking too much or getting too loud on outings. He also wondered whether Eric might be a really close friend. He hadn’t had any of those since his high school buddy Greg moved away. Thomas searched for Eric with his eyes and found him eating cake in the far corner of the room. I wonder how wild and crazy he gets, thought Thomas.

Every day that week, Thomas Seelig asked Eric Whitmore to join him and the others from the accounting department for lunch. People tried to convince Thomas that Eric never went anywhere for lunch.

Eric, on the other hand, wanted to go out with Thomas for lunch more than he could ever articulate. On Friday, after Eric’s final refusal for the week, Thomas tried to make a deal with him. “Next Tuesday, I can’t on Monday--lunch meeting. But next Tuesday, you and me, we are going for burgers. We’ll eat in my car, and you’ll tell me your deepest, darkest secrets.”

Eric turned bright red. He could never tell Thomas his darkest secret.

Thomas saw Eric’s immediate embarrassment. “Well, not your darkest secret, just something I don’t know about you, yet.

And you cannot refuse. I will have the other guys from accounting carry you to my car.” Thomas’ smile disarmed him.

Eric nodded. “On Tuesday.”

Thomas patted him on the shoulder and went back to his department.

“Why are you wasting your time on him?” Claude, the head accountant, asked. “He obviously wants to be alone.”

“Maybe he does, but something about him tells me he’d be a great friend. If after I talk to him, he still wants to be alone, then I’ll know I gave it a try.”

“You know,” Claude whispered, “some of us think he might be… you know…” Claude made a limp wrist sign with his right hand. He nodded his head, “You know, gay.”

“Yeah? Well, my favorite uncle is gay. And for all you know, I am, too.” Thomas’ tone was flat, demonstrative of his annoyance and disgust.

“Sorry, dude. I wasn’t trying to offend you.”

“I’m going back to work now, Claude.”

Tuesday did not arrive without Eric’s spending time worrying about everything. Should he wear something different? What if Thomas tried to kiss him? What if Thomas decides he doesn’t like him and kicks him out of the car? What if there were a bomb threat and everyone were sent home early? Tuesday morning proved very unproductive for Eric. Although no one could tell by his demeanor, his mind went through myriad permutations of the conversation that could take place between the two men. Several scenarios ended with Eric’s being slapped, punched, or kicked. Eric never had been an optimist.

At 11:30, Thomas came by Eric’s desk. “It’s time to go eat.” He laughed.

Eric secured his desktop and stood. “I’m ready.”

They walked out of the building. Thomas was in his usual good mood, telling people he would see them after lunch. Eric looked as though he were going to a funeral. On the way to the Hamburger Heaven restaurant, Eric gazed out the window. This was his first opportunity in quite a long time to view everything from the passenger seat.

“From the looks of things,” Thomas commented, “you’ve never been here before.”

“It’s just a new vantage point for me.”

Thomas pulled into the parking lot and up to the window to order. “Hamburger or Cheeseburger?”

“Cheeseburger.”

Once they had the order, it was off to a small park at the edge of the river. Thomas parked under a tree with a great view of a slow-moving mass of clear water. Eric took small bites of his burger making sure that his teeth weren’t exposed. He gazed out at the water.

“So, Eric, don’t you like this better than eating in the office.”

“Sometimes, a lot of times, I eat outside.”

“But this is better, isn’t it? More intimate. We can get to know each other without being bothered.”

“More intimate,” Eric murmured under his breath. Eric glanced down at the knees of the man sitting in the driver’s seat. The center console prevented them from touching knees or thighs. He glanced farther up to Thomas’ inner thigh.

“Tell me something about yourself that I don’t know. Where were you born, for instance.”

“Outside of town, about five miles. You?” Eric took another bite of his sandwich.

“My parents have a small place near Castroville. My brother still lives there. He’s thinking about transferring here for his junior year. So, do you live with your parents?”

“No. I have my own place. They moved away.”

“Where to?”

“I don’t know. They didn’t tell me.”

Thomas wasn’t sure what to say. He was in disbelief. “So what happened? How did you find out? I’m sorry. I don’t mean to pry.”

“No. It’s ok. I went to get some of my old books and things from the house one Saturday, and someone else was living in the house. It was embarrassing. I used my key to open the door, and the people in the living room weren’t my parents.”

“I’m really sorry, man.” Empathy filled Thomas’ voice.

Eric took another bite of his sandwich. He pondered telling Thomas everything. He seemed to care. Eric decided to share, to tell things to Thomas he had only said to himself or to his parents.

“I’m not sure they ever liked me. They hit me a lot for doing stupid kid stuff. I know that when you do things that can hurt you, that’s different.”

“I’m not sure what you mean. My parents never hit me,” said Thomas.

“For instance, when I climbed up on the edge of the well. I was really little, but I remember being screamed at and swatted on the bottom. I didn’t do it again. But I remember being spanked and slapped when I dropped a piece of bread on the floor. It was for a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. My mom spread the peanut butter on my hands after spanking me. She made me eat the peanut-butter from my hands.”

Thomas thought he might start to cry. His parents were loving, caring people. Who could do things like that?

“When I was in high school, my father broke the lock on my desk drawer--probably to steal money because it was missing, but he also took my journal and read it. He found out I had a crush on a football player named Randy. He called me all sorts of names. He kept saying, ‘So you like things stuffed up your ass.’ I didn’t say anything, so he hit me with his belt. I finally told him I didn’t know. He said, ‘Let’s find out.’”

Horror filled Thomas’ mind. He wanted to stop Eric, but the words wouldn’t come. It seemed to Thomas that Eric was going through some type of catharsis.

“So my father grabbed a plunger, and he raped me with the handle. He kept yelling, ‘Tell me you like it!’ and then he’d push it in me again.” Eric paused. A tear ran down his cheek and into his lap. “That’s not love,” said Eric.

“No,” agreed Thomas. “It’s not.”

Eric reached over and grabbed Thomas’ hand. He held it tightly. Thomas wrapped his fingers around Eric’s hand. “Thanks,” said Eric. The warmth of the hand-holding comforted Eric, but there was no electricity. There was a connection, the connection of one friend holding another, but Eric knew that Thomas was not the one he was waiting for.

“When you persisted in asking me to come with you to lunch, there was part of me that hoped it was because you might have been interested in more. I realize now that what I’m feeling for you is friendship. And the sense I got when you held my hand is that friendship is all you were seeking.”

“That’s true, Eric. I hope I didn’t mislead you.”

“No, you didn’t. It was my mind working overtime. I know it’s going to take a lot for any guy to be able to overlook a face like mine.”

“What are you talking about? There’s nothing wrong with your face.”

“That’s what friends are supposed to say.”

“Fuck that, Eric. I’ve never been a friend who says what he ‘supposed’ to say. I lay it out there.”

“Really? My ears are too big, and they stick out too much. One eyebrow is higher than the other.”

“You’ll have to do better than that. Lots of people find those qualities to be adorable. Next.”

“My lips are too big.”

“Nope. Your future boyfriend will love those lips when you go down on him. Plus, they are probably soft, making you a good kisser.”

“My nose is crooked.”

“Join the club; you’re not unique.”

“And there’s this.” Eric drew his lips back, exposing the textbook picture of malocclusion.

“That…” Thomas was at a loss for words.

“That’s why I’ll always be alone.”

“That can be fixed.”

“I’m a grown-up now, Thomas. They could have put braces on me when I was a kid. That’s what the dentist said, but my parents wouldn’t spend the money. I have to live with it now.”

“No.” Thomas started the car and drove back toward work. Eric sat in the passenger seat and said nothing. Parking the car in front of an orthodontics office, Thomas grabbed Eric’s arm and led him into the office.

He found the orthodontist standing next to the receptionist. “Please help this man," Thomas pleaded. "He was told when he was little this couldn’t be fixed once he grew up. You can help him, right?”

The orthodontist looked a little pale, but she walked up to the counter. “Show me.”

Eric was embarrassed and angry. He spread his lips open.

“Oh, sweetie,” said the doctor. “That’s not so bad, I’m sure we can do something. We’ll need to get some measurements and some other data, but I bet there’s a good chance to get them all straight. Why don’t you fill out some paperwork.”

“But what about work?” Eric turned to Thomas.

“This is more important.”

The next month brought about big changes for Eric. He wore a mouth appliance to make his mouth wider. Two teeth on the bottom were pulled to reduce the overcrowding. Braces went on, and he learned how to attach the rubber bands. Eric had to learn to relax his upper lip and in doing so, he began to smile. Because the problem was so severe, the procedures were considered medically necessary; however, the copayments were still something he hadn’t budgeted. The office took up a collection to help defray the costs, and Eric realized how his officemates did care about him.

Eric adjusted his home schedule so that he could join Thomas and his friends one night a week for movies or clubbing or ‘some such frivolity’ as he called it. Eric could feel the change in his life. He was happier and he was much less driven to clean on Saturdays. While he still wasn’t interested in watching ball games, he gave serious consideration to a schedule adjustment to free up his Saturdays.

On a Friday during lunch, Eric sat on the picnic table in the cool shade offered by the building. A cool breeze from the north and Eric studied the changes to the trees lining the edge of the property. He heard the engine of the Ford F-350 before he saw it. The driver parked the truck at the outer boundary of the lot. He watched as the driver stood on the running board and stepped down to the ground. Even from that distance, he could tell that the man had a slim, but muscular build. He was wearing cowboy boots and jeans, but on his head, he wore an A&M University cap. The plaid shirt was short-sleeved, but the sleeves were still rolled up. The top three buttons of the shirt were open as were the bottom two buttons. A nice package moved from side to side as the man approached the picnic table.

The man’s hair curled up at the boundaries of the cap. The sheen on his hair gave Eric the impression that his hair would be soft, just the kind of hair he’d like to run his fingers through. As soon as Eric saw that his eyes were green, he noted the other similarities to Thomas. He felt a response similar to the one he felt when first meeting Thomas, except that there was a stirring between his legs. That didn’t happen when he met Thomas.

“Hey,” the man said to him. “How are you doing?”

“I’m doing great. I’m Eric. Could you be related to Thomas?”

“We do favor a bit. He’s my brother. My name’s Timothy.”

The two men held out their hands at the same time. Eric made sure he gave a firm shake. There was an excitement that passed between them. Eric smiled. Timothy tried to ignore it, but he felt his cheeks redden.

Eric noted the discomfort and told him, “Thomas is in a meeting right now. He said that he’d be out as soon as it’s over. It probably won’t be much longer. Why don’t you have a seat?”

Timothy tried to look down. His eyes were locked with those of Eric. He continued looking at him as he sat. Eric smiled at him, exposing so much metal in his mouth that it seemed to glint even though they weren’t in the direct sunlight.

Timothy was reminded of a friend in middle school named Adam. Adam also had braces. Timothy had grown close to him, and then one day, he started thinking about kissing Adam, running his tongue over Adam’s metalworks. Timothy hated himself for feeling that way. He broke off his friendship with Adam. He felt guilty about it. He still felt guilty about it. Adam moved away in their sophomore year. He never saw him again.

“Are you just here to spend the weekend with Thomas?”

“Maybe, I need Tom to help me with a problem.”

“He’s good at that.”

“Yeah, he’s been doing it for me all my life. You’d think I’d learn and stop fucking things up. Oh, sorry about that.”

“Hey, it’s ok. There are mess-ups, screw-ups, and f-ups, right. Different levels. Thomas is the f-up.”

“What’s that?” It was Thomas. Eric jumped a little, and Timothy chuckled.

“He wasn’t calling you an f-up,” Timothy smiled a huge broad smile. “He was saying that you’re great at helping people solve f-ups. Although, I don’t know how you can help me with this one.”

“So, what’s up, little brother?”

Timothy reached into his pocket and pulled out an ultrasound picture of a baby. Thomas picked it up and scanned it; then without thinking, he passed it to Eric.

“So, I take it that you got someone pregnant?” Thomas asked.

Timothy looked down at the ground.

“That surprises me on more than one level,” continued Thomas.

“What do you mean?” Timothy’s voice was angry and defensive.

“I’ll tell you exactly what I mean if you promise to remain seated right where you are.”

Timothy began breathing harder. Anyone looking at him could tell that he was getting angry. “Say whatever you have to say. I can take it.”

“OK, bro. First of all, I love you. I’ll help you with this no matter what, but I don't see how you got a girl knocked up when you are as gay as the day is long.”

“What the fuck, man. Why would you say that?” Timothy clenched his fists into tight balls.

“Because it’s true. You know it, and I know it. So why are you fucking girls?”

Timothy’s eyes filled with tears. They spilled down his face. “To prove I’m not.”

Eric spoke up. “And all that it proved is that you are, didn’t it.”

Timothy looked at Eric through blurry eyes. “Yeah.”

“I tried to do the same thing in college, but it turned out I couldn’t even get hard, so I just embarrassed myself.”

Thomas blew out a hard breath between his lips. “So what has she told you?”

“She told me she doesn’t want it. She told me that if I give her two thousand dollars, she’ll kill it, and I won’t ever have to see her again.”

“Other options?” said Eric and Thomas at the same time.

“You mean like adoption? That’s what her parents want, but she’s bitching about her figure.”

“So,” said Thomas. “How much is she trying to extort you for if she gives the baby up for adoption?”

Timothy bit his bottom lip. “She says the bills will be between eight and nine thousand dollars.”

Eric saw himself holding a baby. He looked over at Timothy and thought, ‘I bet his baby will be super cute.’ He noticed Timothy glancing over at him.

“Wow, well, I don’t see at this point that we have a choice here,” Thomas said, a little somberly.

“Tell her that you want the baby,” interjected Eric. “Then give the baby to me.”

Timothy continued to look at Eric. He didn’t seem surprised by what he’d just heard.

Thomas, on the other hand, was incredulous. “What?” He shook his head. “What are you going to do with a baby?”

“Love him; raise him; give him a chance for a good life.”

Timothy smiled and nodded.

“What if the baby is a she?”

“Then I’ll love her and give her a chance for a good life.”

Thomas sighed and then stood up. “I’m going to find a lawyer who deals with this stuff.” He turned and went inside.

Eric looked over at Timothy. “Timothy.”

“Call me Tim.”

“Tim, would you like to go out to dinner with me? Just the two of us?”

“Yeah, I would.”

Two months later, the paperwork had been signed. The baby’s mother had given up parental rights; although, she had the right to reverse her decision up to one week after the birth of the baby. Additional ultrasound tests revealed the baby to be a boy. Eric had rented a two-bedroom apartment and turned one of the bedrooms into a baby’s room. Tim had traveled to town to help him, and while he often spent Friday and Saturday night at Eric’s apartment, they had both maintained a platonic friendship. Each man told himself it was in the best interest of the child to do so.

While they spent many Saturdays looking for a baby bed, Eric refused to buy one. He said that he remembered his grandmother once saying, ‘Buy a crib, buy a coffin.’ Although he wasn’t superstitious, he decided to be cautious with this one. Tim found this to be ‘cute.’

One Saturday, Tim wanted to shop for some new clothes for the upcoming fall semester. He would be a freshman at the local university and planned to live with Thomas. Eric was bored, but he attentively helped Tim as he picked out just the right shirts. The two of them grabbed filet-o-fish sandwiches and fries at a McDonald’s as they headed home.

The rain began as a gentle mist before the sky opened up. Tim wished he’d let Eric drive because his truck didn’t fit in the parking garage. Eric wished they had taken his car because he hated climbing up so high to get into the seat. They were both glad to be in the truck as they made their way through the flooding streets back to Eric’s apartment. As they sat in the truck once it was parked, they hoped the rain would let up just a bit before they had to run to get under the protection of the parking garage.

The rain did not let up, and they were both soaked through. Eric was surprised that even his underwear was sopping wet. Large puddles formed under them as they rode the elevator to the top floor.

“Should we strip off in the hall before going in?” Tim joked.

“We’ll go into the kitchen and put our clothes in the sink, and then run to the bathroom for some towels. Be sure to kick off your shoes by the door.”

“Yes, sir.” Tim was still laughing from his earlier attempt at humor when the door to the elevator opened. The two of them hurried to the apartment and within moments were at the sink removing their clothing. A naked Tim was first to head to the bathroom to get a towel. He was drying his hair when Eric came in. Eric put his towel around his neck and then began to rub Tim’s towel rapidly back and forth.

“You’re gonna rip out all my hair,” Tim hollered.

Eric stopped but was still holding the towel when Tim’s head popped free of the towel. His curly hair stuck out as though it were filled with static electricity. Eric stared straight into Tim’s eyes.

Without warning the two of them began to kiss. The softness of Eric’s full lips sent an erotic bolt through Tim. Both men began to grow erections. Tim’s tongue forced its way into Eric’s mouth. He tried to push the tip under the wire strung across Eric’s top teeth.

Tim grabbed Eric’s dick and pulled it to his. He held the two of them together and moved his hands up and down.

“Fuck, yes,” exclaimed Eric. “Oh, I wanted you from the first time I saw you. Fucking make me come.”

“I want your load in my ass. Stick your dick in me.” Tim grabbed some lotion from the counter and covered their dicks with it. Then he reached behind himself and spread it over his ass pucker. “Push it in me. I need it now.”

Caught up in the frenzy, Eric turned Tim and aligned his cock with Tim’s hole. Without thinking, running on desire only, he shoved his rod into Tim with one motion.

Tim gasped but was unable to catch his breath before Eric began to pound him. Tim tried to grab the counter with his hand, but the lotion made it difficult to hold on. Somewhere inside him, Eric had reached the place that sent waves of pleasure through him. Tim wanted to stop and catch his breath, but he wanted Eric to continue to ram him and fill him.

A grunt filled the room. Eric grabbed onto Tim the way a tiger holds its prey. Eric slammed into his lover with enough force to lift him from the ground as he emptied his sperm into him.

Tim could maintain his balance no longer, and he tumbled to the floor. Eric fell with him. They lay together for a moment before Eric’s still hard dick slid from Tim’s hole. Tim rolled onto his back.

“More,” he pleaded. “Don’t stop fucking me.” He pulled Eric between his legs. More gently this time, Eric entered Tim. As he moved slowly back and forth, he kissed Tim’s face. Tim moaned with the forward motion of Eric’s penis. Tim reached up and grabbed his feet and pulled them apart. Eric was able to slide farther into him.

“Love me, Eric. Show me you love me, Eric. I love you so much.”

“I love you, Tim.”

Tim’s cock stiffened each time Eric said, “I love you.” At one point, Eric pushed in, and Tim released in a spray of ejaculated that arced up and over his head. The visual caused Eric to pull out and spew his seed all over Tim’s chest. Tim pulled him down and kissed him.

“Eric, your bathroom’s a mess.”

“Yeah. So are we.”

“I think you’re going to need a man around here to help you keep things in order.” Tim pulled him closer. “Especially once the baby gets here. I’ve been looking at the course schedule, and I can do a lot of the classes at night.”

“Have you been thinking that one of us should be at home with our son?”

“Don’t you think that’s a good idea? I could take one less class each semester and make it up in the summer.”

“I think it’s a great plan.” Eric stood up and pulled Tim to his feet. “Let’s shower off. We can eat dinner and talk some more about your plan.” Eric turned the water on and held his hand in the spray. It wasn’t long before the water warmed up.

“Tell me something, Eric.” Tim nuzzled his face against Eric’s. Will you say yes when I ask you to marry me?”

“When I get out of school and have a decent job.”

Eric laughed. “That’s so you.”

“What?” Tim brought his eyebrows together.

“We’re going to have a baby. I think we should get married right away.”

Tim nuzzled his lover’s neck. “Am I going to have to wait until the wedding night to get laid?”

Eric pushed him against the shower wall. “Hell no. You’re going to fuck me right after dinner. And you’re going to come inside me.” He pressed his mouth against Tim’s.

Tim felt the metalwork with his tongue, and his dick began to swell and harden in response. Eric grabbed Tim’s rigid cock and looked into his eyes.

“Well, maybe we’ll have dinner after.”