Lance froze, listening. There was whistling coming from outside his house. The tune was easily recognizable, and he began singing along as he headed for his door.
“Just what makes that little old ant think he can move a rubber tree plant? Anyone knows an ant can't move a rubber tree plant. But he's got High Hopes. He's got High Hopes. He's got High apple pie in the sky Hopes. So anytime you're getting low, 'stead of letting go, just remember that ant. Whoops there goes another rubber tree. Whoops there goes another rubber tree. Whoops there goes another rubber tree plant.”
Opening his door, Lance froze again. Chris was struggling to drag something large and blanket covered across Lance’s driveway. “Do you need help with that?” Lance asked, chuckling as he thought of Chris as an ant with high hopes trying to drag around a rubber tree plant by himself. “And don’t tell me that’s a rubber tree plant!” Lance called out as he crossed the front porch.
Setting down his load, Chris straightened up and glanced over at Lance as he caught his breath. “Of course it’s a rubber tree plant,” Chris scoffed as if it was obvious.
“Are you sure it’s not a gigantic dildo for my birthday?”
Running full speed toward Lance, Chris tackled him, knocking him to the ground before smothering him with kisses. “I got you a gigantic something for your birthday,” Chris promised, rubbing his cock against Lance’s thigh. “Are your parents home?”
“No, but they’ll be back soon.”
“Good. Help me get that up to your room.”
“Can I look at it first?” Lance asked, curiously tugging at the blanket.
“No,” insisted Chris, slapping Lance’s hands away from the covering. “Grab the other side.”
Still curious, Lance tried to find a way to sneak a peek as they carried the object up to his room. By the time they got it upstairs, he was convinced it was just a plant. “You’re not trying to sneak a pot plant past my mom are you? She’ll know what it is.”
“No way!” exclaimed Chris. Once they had the plant settled on the floor, he motioned to the plant. “Now you can open it.” Moving back, Chris flopped onto the bed, waiting for Lance to uncover the gift.
“Now? Shouldn’t I wait for my family?”
“Open it now. I’m not sure your family needs to know about this.”
High Hopes (part one)
High Hopes
Lance froze, listening. There was whistling coming from outside his house. The tune was easily recognizable, and he began singing along as he headed for his door.
“Just what makes that little old ant think he can move a rubber tree plant? Anyone knows an ant can't move a rubber tree plant. But he's got High Hopes. He's got High Hopes. He's got High apple pie in the sky Hopes. So anytime you're getting low, 'stead of letting go, just remember that ant. Whoops there goes another rubber tree. Whoops there goes another rubber tree. Whoops there goes another rubber tree plant.”
Opening his door, Lance froze again. Chris was struggling to drag something large and blanket covered across Lance’s driveway. “Do you need help with that?” Lance asked, chuckling as he thought of Chris as an ant with high hopes trying to drag around a rubber tree plant by himself. “And don’t tell me that’s a rubber tree plant!” Lance called out as he crossed the front porch.
Setting down his load, Chris straightened up and glanced over at Lance as he caught his breath. “Of course it’s a rubber tree plant,” Chris scoffed as if it was obvious.
“Are you sure it’s not a gigantic dildo for my birthday?”
Running full speed toward Lance, Chris tackled him, knocking him to the ground before smothering him with kisses. “I got you a gigantic something for your birthday,” Chris promised, rubbing his cock against Lance’s thigh. “Are your parents home?”
“No, but they’ll be back soon.”
“Good. Help me get that up to your room.”
“Can I look at it first?” Lance asked, curiously tugging at the blanket.
“No,” insisted Chris, slapping Lance’s hands away from the covering. “Grab the other side.”
Still curious, Lance tried to find a way to sneak a peek as they carried the object up to his room. By the time they got it upstairs, he was convinced it was just a plant. “You’re not trying to sneak a pot plant past my mom are you? She’ll know what it is.”
“No way!” exclaimed Chris. Once they had the plant settled on the floor, he motioned to the plant. “Now you can open it.” Moving back, Chris flopped onto the bed, waiting for Lance to uncover the gift.
“Now? Shouldn’t I wait for my family?”
“Open it now. I’m not sure your family needs to know about this.”