Looking the gift up and down, Lance was certain it was over four feet tall. “It’s not like I can hide it from them.”
Kicking his feet against the bed in anticipation, Chris leaned over to push Lance toward the gift. “Open it now!”
Lance worked methodically, pulling the blanket from the plant carefully, not wanting to damage any foliage in the process. Seeing the plant uncovered, Lance grinned first, then blushed.
Chris rushed over to hug him, then tugged him backwards to the bed, settling them both on top of it with his arms still wrapped around Lance. “Do you like it? Your mom said we couldn’t have sex until you were eighteen and then it had to be safe sex, remember?”
Lance nodded, remembering the night he and Chris had told his parents they were dating and madly in love. His parents certainly weren’t happy about his choice, mostly because Chris was eight years older than he was. He had been sixteen and Chris was twenty-four back then, but he knew it was right and he was determined to date Chris with or without his parents permission. Refusing to let his parents break them up, the pair had only promised that they wouldn’t have sex until Lance was eighteen.
“I was afraid you wouldn’t wait.”
“I’ve waited and now I’m a horny old man. Do you like it?” he asked nodded toward the plant. “It’s a rubber tree. Get it?” Chris laughed, tickling Lance’s ribs.
Lance’s eyes were wide as he looked over the tree. “How many condoms are on that thing?”
“Three hundred and sixty-five. So we can have sex every day of the year,” promised Chris, now rolling on top of his boyfriend, kissing him. “When are your parents getting home?”
Wrapping his arms around Chris’ back, Lance smiled. “Soon.”
With his lips still pressed against Lance’s, Chris rubbed his hand over the jeans covering Lance’s crotch, then unbuttoned and unzipped Lance’s pants, so he could stroke Lance’s cock as they kissed.
A half hour later, Lance’s mom cracked the door open, saw her son and his boyfriend on top of the covers of his bed, kissing, Lance’s pants obviously undone, and Chris’ hands now beneath Lance’s shirt. Before speaking, she looked at the plant across the room, with all the condoms carefully attached to the branches and the pot filled with tubes of lube. After clearing her throat, she offered, “Chris, will you be staying for Lance’s birthday dinner tonight?”
Chris’ hand cupped Lance’s jaw, his eyes focused on Lance’s eyes. “Yes, Ma’am. I’ll be sticking around for a long, long time.”
As she left the room, Lance began singing again, “He's got High Hopes. He's got High Hopes He's got High apple pie in the sky Hopes.”
High Hopes (part two)
Kicking his feet against the bed in anticipation, Chris leaned over to push Lance toward the gift. “Open it now!”
Lance worked methodically, pulling the blanket from the plant carefully, not wanting to damage any foliage in the process. Seeing the plant uncovered, Lance grinned first, then blushed.
Chris rushed over to hug him, then tugged him backwards to the bed, settling them both on top of it with his arms still wrapped around Lance. “Do you like it? Your mom said we couldn’t have sex until you were eighteen and then it had to be safe sex, remember?”
Lance nodded, remembering the night he and Chris had told his parents they were dating and madly in love. His parents certainly weren’t happy about his choice, mostly because Chris was eight years older than he was. He had been sixteen and Chris was twenty-four back then, but he knew it was right and he was determined to date Chris with or without his parents permission. Refusing to let his parents break them up, the pair had only promised that they wouldn’t have sex until Lance was eighteen.
“I was afraid you wouldn’t wait.”
“I’ve waited and now I’m a horny old man. Do you like it?” he asked nodded toward the plant. “It’s a rubber tree. Get it?” Chris laughed, tickling Lance’s ribs.
Lance’s eyes were wide as he looked over the tree. “How many condoms are on that thing?”
“Three hundred and sixty-five. So we can have sex every day of the year,” promised Chris, now rolling on top of his boyfriend, kissing him. “When are your parents getting home?”
Wrapping his arms around Chris’ back, Lance smiled. “Soon.”
With his lips still pressed against Lance’s, Chris rubbed his hand over the jeans covering Lance’s crotch, then unbuttoned and unzipped Lance’s pants, so he could stroke Lance’s cock as they kissed.
A half hour later, Lance’s mom cracked the door open, saw her son and his boyfriend on top of the covers of his bed, kissing, Lance’s pants obviously undone, and Chris’ hands now beneath Lance’s shirt. Before speaking, she looked at the plant across the room, with all the condoms carefully attached to the branches and the pot filled with tubes of lube. After clearing her throat, she offered, “Chris, will you be staying for Lance’s birthday dinner tonight?”
Chris’ hand cupped Lance’s jaw, his eyes focused on Lance’s eyes. “Yes, Ma’am. I’ll be sticking around for a long, long time.”
As she left the room, Lance began singing again, “He's got High Hopes. He's got High Hopes He's got High apple pie in the sky Hopes.”