“Oh, come on! That’s not even a word!” Alycia shouted, startling me.
“Yes it is!” Wesley answered, equally loud.
“Wow, sounds lively over there,” Dad commented with a chuckle.
“Yeah, right! Pabst? What’s it mean?” Alycia demanded.
“Um, yeah. Just another vicious game of Scrabble,” I said with a laugh.
“It’s a brand of beer!” Wesley answered, folding his arms on his chest defiantly.
“Is someone else there? I thought I heard another voice,” Dad asked.
“Proper names don’t count!” Alycia stated authoritatively.
“Ah, um…,” I mumbled, hesitating and looking at the floor.
“Says who?” Wesley demanded.
“I see. So your mom finally found herself a boyfriend, huh?” Dad asked.
“Me and the rule book!” Alycia countered.
“Um, he’s not Mom’s boyfriend. He’s actually, um, my boyfriend,” I murmured, feeling my cheeks burn.
“Oh. Oh. Is that so?” Dad said. Somehow, I knew he was smiling. “Good for you, Tor. So tell me about him. What’s his name?”
“Wesley,” I answered, blushing even deeper. Mom, Alycia, and Wesley were staring at me with wide eyes. I felt my ears get hot and I looked away quickly.
“Oh, your roommate?” Dad asked, thinking for a moment. “Were you seeing each other before you moved in together?”
“Yeah.”
“Sounds pretty serious. Good for you, Toren. You’ll have to email me a picture of the two of you.”
“Yeah, I will. Definitely,” I answered with a smile. I could feel everyone still staring at me and I turned my back to them.
“You sound really happy. And that makes me happy. So, email me and tell me all about him, okay?”
“Yeah, I sure will. You wanna talk to Mom?”
“Yeah, put her on. Merry Christmas. I love you, Tor, and I’ll be waiting for your email!”
“Merry Christmas, Dad. I love you too,” I answered and handed the phone to Mom.
“Did you just tell Dad?” Alycia asked eagerly, nearly tackling me.
“Yeah. I guess so,” I said, glancing shyly at Wesley. He smiled warmly and gave me a tight hug and I felt really happy. Everyone who was important to me now knew about Wesley and me. It was a good feeling, a liberating feeling.
Alycia threw her hands up in celebration and grinned from ear to ear. “Good for you, big brother! Nothing says Merry Christmas like ‘Hi, Dad! I’m gay!’”
WE SPENT the rest of the day playing games, talking, and laughing. We ate a delicious dinner and then watched A Christmas Story, the last of our family traditions. Wesley and I got home around nine thirty, our arms full of boxes and bags.
“Don’t forget to put the leftovers in the fridge,” I said, dropping my load on the sofa.
“Yeah, yeah,” he answered, and I heard the refrigerator door open and close. “So, you ready for bed?” he asked, sticking his hands deep in his pockets.
“Nah. I’m not really sleepy yet,” I answered, stacking up clothes boxes to take into the bedroom.
“Who said anything about sleeping?” he asked with his notorious grin. He laced his hands around my back and kissed me softly.
“All right, let’s go,” I agreed and licked his lips before leading him into the bedroom.
I sat Wesley down on the edge of the bed and he wrapped his arms around my waist as I took his face in my hands and kissed him. His hands dropped to my backside and I knelt down in front of him. He leaned back on his hands while I unzipped his pants. He was beginning to respond and I stroked the shaft and lowered my mouth to his tightening balls. Following the vein underneath with my tongue, I slipped the head between my lips, circling the slit with the tip of my tongue. I sucked hard and felt Wesley’s body tremble when I swallowed him as far as I was able.
“Damn. I can’t believe you actually got me a grill. That is just so cool! I’m so excited!” he breathed, closing his eyes.
I hesitated, and then pulled my lips away. “I’m sorry. Am I boring you?” I asked with a hint of a grin. “You’re more excited about a grill,” I said, flicking the tip with a moist finger, “than you are about me?”
“What? No. Not at all. I’m always hot for you,” he said grinningly and gestured toward his lap as an invitation to continue.
I laughed and kissed the head where I had just flicked my finger. Grabbing hold of his balls and dropping my mouth, I began again where I had left off. Wesley moaned, but it didn’t sound like genuine excitement.
“Ooh… charcoal/gas option… yeah,” he murmured with a slight smirk.
“What? That’s it!” I teased, standing up and pushing him back on the bed. I straddled his thighs and unzipped my pants.
“I was kidding!” he laughed, though he closely watched my hands.
“Just for that, you have to make me cum before you’re allowed to.”
“And how is that any different from any other time?” He smirked, reaching forward and kneading the tip in his palm.
He was right. I always went before him, except for the times when he was really horny or when we came together. Suddenly, Wesley sat up and pushed me down onto the bed on my back. He took hold of my jeans, yanked them down around my ankles, and parted my knees. He smiled as though a grand meal was set
