Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 66516 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66516 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
And that morning, it was a slow, easy fuck. They rocked together, running their hands over each other’s body, licking over each other’s lips, their hips connecting and releasing with every thrust. When Jason knew he was close, he reached between their bodies and took hold of Abe’s cock.
“Going to fill you up, baby,” he said as he pulled on Abe’s dick and pumped into his ass.
“Jase!” Abe cried out. He dug his fingers into Jason’s shoulders and tightened the hold of his legs around Jason’s waist. “Don’t stop,” he said frantically as he pushed up against Jason’s dick, taking him in deeper and harder. “Please don’t stop.”
Though he wanted to stay inside forever, Jason’s balls were drawn up and his belly was tight, telling him the inevitable was coming.
He stroked Abe faster, pounded into him harder, until, with a final gasp, Abe threw his head back and yelled, “Ah! Jase! Yes!”
Abe’s seed shot across Jason’s belly at the same time he came deep inside Abe’s body.
“That was the best present ever,” Abe said breathlessly. He grinned mischievously. “Thanks, Santa.”
Jason rolled to his side and took Abe with him, holding him close. “Ho ho ho.”
A COUPLE of hours later, the gifts were opened, the family room was trashed, Kristen was on the phone with her friend, and Abe was in the kitchen fighting with the fancy espresso machine he’d gotten Jason for his birthday five months earlier.
“Aren’t you going to help him?” Donny asked. He was sitting next to Jason on the sofa watching TV.
“How do you suggest I do that?”
“Show him how to use the machine,” Donny responded, his tone and expression making clear he thought the answer was obvious.
“If I knew how to operate that stupid machine, I wouldn’t have been late to work two days this week.”
“You don’t know how to use it either?” Donny said disbelievingly. “How is that possible? You’re a doctor.”
Jason slowly turned his head toward Donny. “Let’s call a spade a spade here. That machine is ridiculous, and nobody except the manufacturer’s representative knows how to use it.” He refocused on the TV. “Personally, I don’t think she knows, either. I’m convinced they edited the video on their website to make it look like she made the perfect latte when in reality, she just picked it up at Starbucks like the rest of the country.”
“Dad, it’s an espresso machine from Williams-Sonoma, not a space missile. You put in the cup, press the On button, and then, if you want, you can use the milk steamer. That’s it.”
“Jase!” Abe shouted from the kitchen. “It’s making that hissing sound again!”
“Throw it in the trash!” Jason yelled without moving from the couch.
“No. I already told you, we’re not throwing it away. Come help me.”
“Christ,” Jason grumbled as he got up. “Coming.”
He walked into the kitchen to see Abe standing arm’s distance from the machine and holding a cup under the frother. “Do you hear that sound?” Abe asked. “What’s happening?”
“How should I know?” Jason threw his hands over his head. “Maybe it’s finally doing us a favor and exploding.”
Abe looked at him, his eyes wide. “Do you really think it’s exploding?” The machine sputtered loudly, and Abe jumped away. “Oh my God! I think it’s exploding.”
“You guys are embarrassing.” Donny marched into the room, took the mug from Abe’s hand, and stepped over to the machine.
“Donny, don’t!” Abe warned. “We think it’s exploding.”
With a shake of his head and a disgusted sigh, he fiddled with a knob, tapped his foot, and then turned around and thrust the mug at Abe. “Here. All done.”
“Oh.” Abe took the cup and glanced down at it. “That looks… good.” He smiled at Donny. “Thank you.”
The boy grunted and stomped back to the couch, muttering under his breath. “Pathetic.”
“Who’re you calling pathetic?” Jason called out after him. “I had to come up with an alias for the iTunes account because I was too embarrassed to order that ridiculous music you wanted for Christmas.”
“What’s going on in here?” Kristen leaned over the peninsula, her phone still at her ear. “Nothing. I was talking to my dad,” she said to her friend. “I told you the same thing! It’s like my mom always says, once a cheater, always a cheater.” She turned around and walked toward the family room. “Okay. I’ll pick you up in an hour.”
“This is good,” Abe said as he sipped the drink. “Here, try it.”
He handed the mug to Jason, who took it reflexively. His mind was stuck on Kristen’s comment. “Abe?” he said quietly.
“Yeah?” Abe came over and put his hand on Jason’s hip. “What’s wrong?”
“I won’t cheat on you.” He put the mug on the counter, wrapped his hands on either side of Abe’s neck, and gently petted him with his fingertips. “I know they say once a cheater, always a cheater, but that isn’t true, or at least it isn’t for me.” He licked his lips and gazed into Abe’s eyes. “I’m not going to make excuses for what I did before, but I swear to you, I’m not that guy anymore. Not with you.”