Gerry Point 5: A Transformation of Words
"Wow, look at you with the beard!" My mother exclaimed in excitement. "You're starting to resemble your father more and more. And Gerry, you still look as handsome as ever! Give me a hug." She happily slid past me and embraced Gerry. We had returned to my parents' house for the Christmas break, and this time, Gerry was eager to join us.
After all the hugs had been exchanged, my father said, "Come on, let me show you something!" He led us down the hallway to my room. "We've done a bit of redecorating since Thanksgiving."
I was taken aback by the sudden transformation of my room. Furniture had been replaced, and all my belongings had vanished, making it seem like I'd never existed in that space before.
My father beamed with pride, "We wanted to make this room comfortable for both of you, so we got a bigger bed. Now you two can sleep together up here, no one needs to sleep downstairs on the couch."
I remained speechless, still stunned by the change in my room.
Gerry stepped in, "Thanks so much, Mr. C! This is incredibly thoughtful and kind of you."
I finally found my voice, "What happened to my stuff?"
"Oh, it's in the basement, in boxes," my father replied. "Everything is still there."
"We just thought this would be better for us, as a family," he added.
We noticed a photo of the four of us displayed on the dresser. It was taken at a restaurant after Thanksgiving.
I was emotionally overwhelmed. My father was 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 through the tears. "Thanks." I hugged him tightly.
My father revealed, "Your mom had this idea. I just helped make it happen. Now, let's go get your stuff so you can get settled in."
Gerry gave me a brief hug, "Your parents... They're amazing."
"They have certainly taken you in," I replied, kissing Gerry passionately.
"I love it!" he said, kissing me back, his hands roaming over me.
I stopped him, "Later."
"I promise," he assured me, planting another kiss on my lips.
The next morning at breakfast, I remained asleep at the table. The night before wasn't a good sleep due to Gerry being so close behind me, unable to satisfy my desires. His consistent poking and prodding, despite the thin fabric of his boxer shorts and my underwear, only made it worse. I wanted to give in, let him fuck me, but the thin walls and proximity to my parents' room made that impossible.
"How was the new bed?" My mom asked.
"It was great!" Gerry replied cheerfully. "Really comfortable."
"I'm glad," my mother said, sounding relieved. "I was afraid it might be too hard."
I shot Gerry a warning glance, not wanting him to continue. He gave me a mischievous smile and made a sad face. Luckily, he didn't say anything further. I knew I'd need another cup of coffee to make it through the day.
"I need to split some wood this morning and load it up in the truck for old man Tomlinson," my father announced. "It's what I do every Christmas."
"We'd love to help," Gerry offered eagerly. "Always happy to lend a hand."
I felt an eye roll coming on, as this behavior was so typical of Gerry. Always willing to impress others, even in situations where it wasn't necessary.
"Sure, we can help," I added, attempting to hide my annoyance.
It was a chilly day, but sunny. My father showed Gerry how to split wood, as he had taught me years ago. Then he handed Gerry an axe and positioned himself behind him, assisting him with his grip and guiding him through the technique. Both seemed to enjoy each other's company, tussling back and forth, competing against each other like men. I hurried to keep up, gathering the split wood and loading it into the truck, attempting to ignore their friendly competition.
Father and Gerry Boast About Their Bodies While Chopping Wood
Shortly, their flannel shirts were off, and they chopped with their t-shirts, clinging closely to their bodies. My dad wore a timeless white crew neck while Gerry donned a gray tank top. Tight jeans and work boots rounded out their lumberjack outfits. I couldn't deny they both looked good. My father had a fit and lean physique, and Gerry had an impressive superhero body. From time to time, my father would stop chopping to observe Gerry, feigning rest while checking out his physique. Occasionally, Gerry would flirt with me, winking and showing a bit of his toned stomach. He likely believed it would arouse me, and it did. He could be quite mischievous.
"You're fantastic with the axe, and your endurance is impressive," Gerry commented to my father as he took a break to catch his breath. "You have a good technique."
"It's all about the hips," my father replied, demonstrating the motion of his hips as he chopped. Moving in a provocative and sensual manner. A smile on his face.
Gerry was loving it. I was becoming fed up with both of them.
"With your strength, you can chop through steel beams with ease," my father said to Gerry. "Hardly a fair competition."
"In high school, I just got tired of being bullied," Gerry shared. "So I started working out to protect myself."
"Well, you did a fantastic job." My father said with admiration.
"Thanks, Mr. C," Gerry replied with a touch of embarrassment, then added, "Now the only one who bullies me is Aaron."
"That's not accurate!" I exclaimed. "So not accurate. Don't believe him."
"I've endured it nevertheless," Gerry continued. "He's got one or two other qualities that make it all worthwhile."
"I haven't noticed any," my dad said dryly.
"Oh, please," I said jokingly. "If I can get my hands on an axe, you'd better start running. Both of you." We all laughed, feigning fear.
Finally, we finished. The wood was cut, and the truck was loaded.
"I'll go in and check on mom and prepare lunch," I offered, leaving the two of them to admire their work and each other.
In the kitchen, mom already had everything prepared. Busy and organized as usual.
"Your dad has really taken a liking to Gerry," she said.
"I was unaware," I replied sarcastically.
"Your father and I always dreamed of having a large family. We intended for there to be more children. For whatever reason, it never happened." I had never heard her say that before. "You know your dad, his heart is big enough for the both of you."
I supposed she was right.
That night, Gerry climbed into bed wearing his casual boxers, snuggling up behind me, moving against me, softly. I felt his hard cock press against my ass. I enjoyed the sensation, but I wasn't going to engage in that game tonight.
"I have a better suggestion, why don't you turn over so I can see what I've been missing?" I commanded. Gerry played along, we rolled onto our sides, my groin pressed against his, my hand resting on his hip, my chest against his back.
As we lay there, I whispered into Gerry's ear, "My mother said that since Thanksgiving, Dad has been back at the gym, working out like he used to when he was younger."
"Really?" Gerry murmured as I gently rubbed my body against him, my cock sliding across his ass.
"He's bought new form-fitting clothes," I continued. I mentioned, "And he's bought new underwear as well. Very sexily-designed pieces highlighting his impressive bulge." I thought that would excite Gerry, so I kept grinding against him.
In response, Gerry said, "You're a naughty little tease. That's what you are."
Perhaps that was true.
"Let me tell you," I shared with Gerry, "After we were done splitting wood and you went into the house, Dad and I went into the shed, and gave each other handjobs." I was pleased to see Gerry's cock grow hard at the thought. "Your Dad has a large, incredible cock. Not as large as yours, but close. And the way he handled himself..."
I stopped grinding. Gerry could be so annoying.
"I despise you," I whispered.
"I detest you too," Gerry replied, kiddingly.
"Goodnight," I said, hesitantly. Disappointed that I couldn't get the better of him, but eager for some rest. It had been a long day. I gave him a tender kiss on his shoulder.
"Sweet dreams," Gerry answered back, wiggling his ass against my large cock. I could tell it was going to be another challenging night.
In the morning, after waking up, I found Gerry cuddling with me, bare-naked. He was rubbing his hand back and forth on my hips, playing with the waistband of my underwear. It was bright outside, and the house was quiet.
Gerry whispered a "Good morning" in my ear and I smelled his clean smell of shower soap.
"Did you already take a shower?" I asked.
"Yeah, early," he replied.
"What's the time?" I inquired.
"Later," he stated.
"Why didn't you wake me up earlier?" I asked confused.
"You were sleeping so deeply," he said, still massaging my hips. "I thought you'd enjoy resting." He slid my underwear further down, making me hard. "Today is a perfect day for some fun," he spoke, exhaling sensually.
"But my parents..."
"They aren't here," he responded calmly.
"Aren't they?" I double-checked.
"No, they took logs to the Tomlinson's yesterday and went shopping. Then they were going to buy some meats from the butcher for a Christmas meal, plus a few other odd jobs. They mentioned they'll return this evening."
"How did you know all this?" I became doubtful.
"They told me yesterday," he reassured me. "They asked me to inform you."
"Why didn't you tell me?" I got irritated.
"Now I am," he replied, still caressing my hips as he nibbled my neck.
"So are you suggesting that we engage in some activity here, with my parents gone?" I asked hesitantly.
"It's possible." He teased while continuing to caress me. He then pressed his hard cock against my butt and caressed me through my bikini briefs.
"Did you check the whole house to be sure no one was home?" I inquired.
"Yes, yes - quite faithfully, I did," he answered with a nod and a kiss. He rubbed against my ass cheeks, his cock teasing my buttocks. "All I wanted to do was enjoy a perfect morning filled with sex," he uttered, as I started to feel aroused.
"Are you absolutely certain that my parents are gone?" I asked.
"Absolutely positive," he whispered deeply. His hands moved around my waistband, tugging on it to help arouse me.
"OK, possibly," I consented hesitantly.
"Possibly what?" He teased me as I started feeling horny. "C'mon, just try it, give this a shot." He teased and accompanied this with the sight of his ass, waiting for my entry. I couldn't help but give in to his charms.
"Are you certain they left?" I asked.
"1000 percent." He assured me as he got on his knees above me, facing my crotch. His head hovered at my cock, his balls and hard dick in my face. I could only see his glistening manhood, the moisture reflecting the light. "I ran around the house naked to make sure," he boasted.
"So you want me to wear some of your dad's clothes?" I joked.
"I would. I think a flannel shirt and a t-shirt would be sexy," he suggested while I tried to focus on something else.
"And what about that other request about using their bed?" I continued the teasing.
"That would be extra kinky, wouldn't it?" he agreed. "Who am I? What kind of pervert, what kind of beast?" He asked, alluding to his desires.
As my body began arousing, Gerry requested a certain dress code and location, arousing me further.
"How would it feel for me to lick your ass?" He suggested suavely.
"And you want me to lick yours first?" I joked in return.
"Has that occurred to you?" He whispered softly, already getting on all fours, his wet nose inches from my puckered anus. He paused before asking, "What kind of a man am I?"
I used both hands to separate his cheeks and expose his ass. His anus was smirking at me, testing me. "I can do this," I affirmed.
I teased it with the tip of my tongue, his moans escalated. My finger started to glide across the tight opening. My dick was throbbing. The more I worked his anus, the more desperate he became. When he lifted his head to concentrate on sucking and pumping my cock, my focus slowly shifted to his anus, needing to possess him. I nibbled and teased his cheeks. Circling his opening with my tongue the feeling of warmth, tenderness increased. He was gasping, moaning and begging me, "Oh, fuck... I love my beard, don't stop."
As I played with his anus, his moans grew louder. My head was covered in a canvas of ever-circles and edger licks. I dived in with my tongue, dancing around his anus, then squished my tongue down deeper. Gerry was grunting out his own rhythm. I felt my mouth too hot, exhausted. His moans grew louder and his movements more urgent, so I decided to find a different route. I focused on using his fingers to please him, but I struggled to keep up with his intensity. He wrapped his lips around my dick and continued to stroke.
It became hard to concentrate on anything but my own pleasure. I could sense he was close to completion, and so was I. The more he sucked and pumped my cock, the more I wanted to make love and do just that. However, I decided to put my desires on pause and focus on his anus. I completely ignored my raging dick and forced my concentration on him. True to his quote, "It's a perfect morning for sex." And in all honesty? I completely agreed.
I delved deeper, my tongue venturing as far as it could go. My lips brushing against his. My nose pressed against his crevice. After some vigorous thrusts, I forced him open, making him slick and messy. He couldn't contain his constant low moans and utterances of pleasure.
I drew my hand closer to his orifice, just brushing the surface, then coating it with spit. I moved it back to the opening, gently pushing it inward. He didn't push me away. Within seconds, his sphincter relaxed, allowing my finger to slip in a little ways.
"Oh fuck!" He cried out as he collapsed, his raised ass in my reach, open and exposed, still with my finger inside him. I drew back slightly, then pushed in again, the wetness and saliva aiding me. I probed in and out, venturing deeper until my finger was fully inside of him, bringing him immense pleasure.
I was having a fantastic time fingering this hunk. I loved listening to him moan, watching him move around. After a few short moments, he took charge, getting off the bed and straddling my torso, facing me, his erect penis pointing at my face, his bum against my straining penis.
"Wow, you're fantastic," he exclaimed, "Everything about you." As he leaned in for a passionate kiss, my brain was buzzing, enjoying the heated embrace, the rough masculinity, the weight of his strong body on me.
"You're more than fantastic," I uttered, between our kisses.
His buttocks grinded over my stomach, rubbing his testicles into me. His cock left streaks of wetness on my skin. My large penis slid up and down his ass crack.
"Do you think I could fit your cock in my ass?" he softly pondered.
My penis throbbed. For quite a while now, I'd secretly desired this very thought, but never thought it would become a reality. He was so straight. At first, he wouldn't even touch my cock. Now he was talking about riding it.
"Are you sure?" I inquired, genuinely curious and aware of his boundaries. "There's no need to..."
"Aaron," he affirmed. "I want it to be you, now, here. I think I can do it. I really want to try it." He leaned forward, nuzzling my lips in another kiss. "I think I can take it. I'm craving this. Just allow me to be on top, so I can control it."
"I'm yours to command," I said, encouraging him. "Just let me know if it becomes too much."
Rising from the bed, Gerry searched for the lube. A gleam of happiness on his face. Soon, I found that my member was covered in the stuff, and Gerry lathered up his hole with it. He then climbed back on top of me.
With one hand keeping my 10-inch cock steady, Gerry lined everything up. His anus hugged my cock head. His eyes shut tight while leaning onto me, my penis tip nestled near his lubed anus.
"Go slowly," I advised him, feeling his hot opening meet my large head.
He pushed back, rubbing his rear against me, my penis head entering his dark recesses. He then exerted a more focused push, propelling the head even further in.
"Holy shit, that's gigantic," he said in disbelief.
"Slow down, just relax," I said calmly.
"Maybe your father's is less huge," he teased.
"Be mindful, or I might shove my entire length inside," I joked, smiling.
"I love when you talk dirty," he murmured, leaning over for a kiss. He then rubbed his chin against my beard. I stroked his ass cheeks as we kissed, noting their firm muscles. My fingers explored his anus, checking to see if it was still moist.
Again, he tried, pushing back. This time, his anus received most of my head. The encircling muscles squeezed me. He tensed up his leg muscles.
"That's it. Keep it there. Move back and forth gently. Give your body time to adjust. To enjoy the pleasure." I instructed him, while I touched his erection. I slid my hand up and down his member, delivered seemingly effortless jerks.
At first, he went slow, but once his body adjusted, Gerry started to grind with more enthusiasm. My hand continued squeezing his cock, his vocalisations and breaths indicating how much he enjoyed the new feeling.
"I'm not sure I can handle it all. Right now, but it feels fantastic deep within me." He grabbed my nipples, which was a big no-no, causing my body to involuntarily jerk, inserting him more, making him cry out before I could pull back.
"You like that, huh?" Gerry asked with a mischievous grin. "You like fucking my ass?" As he started moving back and forth, pleasuring himself.
"Yep," I nodded my head.
"That huge cock of yours, finding its place deep inside, spreading me, owning me like no one ever has." He panted, really getting into it, smiling as he twisted my nipples even harder, causing my body to jerk again. He moved back and forth forcefully, using me and my cock to please himself, even though it was only halfway in. If that's all he could take today, that's perfectly fine with me.
I had never seen him so worked up. We started hip-thrusting together. Increasing the friction, the enjoyment. My hand on his cock stroking faster, pushing him to the brink. Animalistic lovemaking.
I knew I couldn't keep this up for long. He's way too attractive, too passionate, too mind-blowing. Fortunately, he couldn't either. Suddenly, his cock exploded. I could feel it burst in my hand. Cum shot over my chest, on my face, in my beard, everywhere. His ass gripping my cock forcefully, continuing to ride back and forth, taking every inch the way he wanted it, and in control.
As he calmed down, coming off his high. He whispered, "God, my ass is going to be sore, but it's worth it." I smiled as he leaned down, his tongue tasting the cum on my face, kissing me. Then he whispered in my ear, "Release your seed, all over my ass, on my hole, then slide it back in. Mark me as yours."
I didn't need any more encouragement as I reached down for my huge cock. We started kissing again, and in 30 seconds, I was spilling my load all over his ass. I could feel the heavy drops falling back onto me. I ran my hand over his ass and along his crack, collecting cum, then ran my hand over my cock head, providing it with a helping of wet cum.
I quickly lined myself up, and I slid my wet, slime-covered cock back in, not deep, just enough to claim my territory, for now and forever.
A deep breath from Gerry, then a smile as he worked his ass up and down my wet cock. Leaning in close, he whispered, "I love you so much."
"I love you too," I responded just before we began kissing once more. Gerry slumped onto the bed beside me.
As we lay there, drained. Tired. I glanced at Gerry, to check on him. A tear was running down the side of his face.
"Are you okay?" I asked softly. He held my hand.
"I'm happy. I'm just happy." He said slowly. "You, this room, your parents, everything... I can't really explain it..." He trailed off. Another tear rolled down his cheek.
I squeezed his hand. "It's fine. I understand." All I could think to say, and we lay there. Holding hands and not speaking for a long time, because we didn't need to say anything more.
The silence was eventually broken by Gerry:
"I should take these sheets downstairs and wash them. Clean up after ourselves so it's not obvious what we've been up to."
"Good idea," I replied. "I'll take a shower while you get that started."
We were stripping down the bed sheets and gathering them up in a pile, when a thought crossed my mind.
"Hang on, you're not offering to take these downstairs as an excuse, so you can look through the filthy clothes. My dad's sweat-soaked t-shirt and underwear." I questioned Gerry, suspiciously. "I seem to recall the last time we were here..."
"Dammit," he cut me off. "What type of person do you think I am?" He responded with sarcastic mockery and a sly smile.
"That's the issue. I know the exact kind of person you are. And I wouldn't want it any other way."
