Henri

HENRI

Chapter 6

by

Ben Ezra Jacobson

Tom's animated spirit took the whole family by surprise. All during supper, he cracked jokes and laughed about everything. Even when he accidently knocked over his water glass and it went into his lap...he laughed it off as if it were nothing.

"What ever he's on...let's keep him on it," Maurice whispered to Maggie.

"It may just be that he has caught the spirit Maury...don't go and piss him off. I like him better this way," she responded.

The pork roast was a success as was the blackberry cobbler that they had for dessert. After the kitchen was cleared, the family settled down to watch some seasonal television.

Tom set next to Hank with Pete on Hank's other side. Tom leaned over casually and whispered into Hank's ear... "So...is someone going to get laid tonight?"

Hank choked on his glass of tea. "What?"

"You heard me," Tom responded.

Hank turned his head cautiously and being sure no one was watching, whispered into Tom's ear... "Damn right and more than once." He chuckled as he got up and went to the kitchen to refill his class.

Tom burst out laughing. When his dad asked what was so funny...Tom faked it and said something about what was being said on television. He got up and headed for the stairs...whistling Jingle Bells all the way to the third floor.

Around 10 PM...Hank and Pete excused themselves from the room and also headed up the stairs to the second level. Once inside Hank's bedroom, with the door locked...and the lights still out...they embraced in each other's arms. They held the hug for some time...kissing each other on the lips and then on the side of the face and then back into a long embrace. They quickly stepped out of their clothes and standing naked before each other...turned back the blankets and sheet on the bed. Slipping between the sheets, they again kissed each other and touched one another's face, neck and shoulders.

"I've waited weeks for this," Pete said as his head went under the sheet.

Christmas Day arrived quietly with layers of snow. Pete and Hank saw each other every day. Maggie wondered if Pete's family would feel like they had kidnapped him...but somehow it all worked out. Friends and family came in for Christmas dinner and the day was busy and full. Pete wanted Hank to go home with him and stay a couple of days after Christmas Day was over. Maurice and Maggie were ok with it. While he was there, Maurice would take Tom to the train station to pick up Andrew who was coming in the next day.

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The train was forty five minutes late because of the inclement weather. Tom was jumpy for fear that something would go wrong...but when the train came to a stop...they were on the platform to get him. Down the steps came this ruggedly handsome young man in a brown parka with brown jeans and brown suede boots. He had a brown felt hat turned down all the way around and was wearing dark glasses. He carried a white cane in his hand as the conductor took his arm and told him how many steps to descend to the platform.

Tom could hear his voice and called out to him. "Andrew...we're over here."

The conductor took his arm and guided him to where the Chateau family stood to receive him.

"Dad, Maggie...may I introduce you to my friend, Andrew Flextner. Andrew, this is my Dad Maurice Chateau and my step-mother, Maggie Chateau."

Sticking out his hand to shake, he said, "Mr. and Mrs. Chateau...I am pleased to meet you."

"Welcome to our community, Andrew," Maurice said to him.

"Welcome, Andrew dear," said Maggie in her perpetual kind and warm manner. "We are so glad you could come for a visit."

"Thank you ma'am...I am pleased to be here."

Tom and Andrew sat in the backseat of the SUV and Maurice and Maggie climbed back into the front. They headed for home. It was about a twenty minute drive and the roads were snow packed. Neither Andrew nor Tom could see the landscape covered with snow..but they talked about it as if they could see every flake. Both were very animated about being together for this visit and had Maurice watched the back seat as much as he did the road...he would have noticed Tom reach over and hold Andrew's hand.

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Hank put his back pack on the floor by the desk in Pete's bedroom. He smiled as he reflected on his first night in this room last summer. He and Pete had come a long way since that night. Hank thought that he had never been happier than he was in spending time with Pete.

"Come on Hank...let's get the layers on and get to the snowmobiles."

"Your dad already has them gassed up and ready to go," he asked?

"Yeah...Dad said we could ride them anywhere we want... as long as we stay off the ice at the lake or on the river," Pete answered back.

Hank laughed, "That is just so cool. This is going to be one fun day.

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"Andrew, there are six steps going up to the porch and once on top...there are twelve steps to the front door," Tom advised.

"Cool, thanks."

Both men had made it through the door without any problems. Tom tried to explain the lay of the furniture and where the bathrooms were. With white cane in hand...they made their way around the house to get a feel for the placement of the rooms.

"Tom...your house feels very well laid out. I don't believe I will have any trouble getting around."

Maurice walked over and took Andrew's arm. "Tom is on the third floor but if you would feel more comfortable in the guest room on the main floor, we can arrange it."

"Not at all Mr. Chateau. I can do stairs just fine." He grinned a big grin.

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"Give it more throttle as you pull into a curve Hank," Pete shouted above the roar of the engine. "That way you won't be so inclined to slide out of the path."

Hank did as he was instructed and came around the corner just fine. He held up a thumb to signal Pete that he understood. It was fun to buzz around the field and to travel the pathways through the woods. They stopped to refuel twice before riding the snowmobiles back to the house and parking them in the shed behind the garage.

"That was sure great fun. I hate to see the sunlight disappearing," Hank hollered at Pete.

"You did a lot better than I expected. You've never ridden a snowmobile before..?"

"No, not at all. I have ridden behind Tom a couple of times on one of his friends snowmobiles...but never by myself...and done my own steering," Hank responded.

"Are you cold?"

"A little...yeah."

"The folks will be gone for another hour," he said. "How about a nice hot shower to warm up..?"

"Sounds like a great idea to me," Hank answered back.

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The hot water cascade over Pete and Hank as they lathered each other with soap. The shower was big enough for four people so maneuvering with in was not a problem. Pete lathered Hanks back and then held him close to him. Hank leaned his head back onto Pete's shoulder. Pete reached around him and lathered up his chest...gently massaging his nipples...then moved down and lathered his pubic hair...and finally moving out onto his erect cock. It was hard and standing straight out with a slight curve upwards. Tom turned him around to face him and then kneeled down...and put Hank's cock into his mouth after rinsing off the soap.

It tasted good. He knew he should stop and let him quiet down...but the taste and texture was too much. Hank kept lunging forward. His cock began to swell and in just a couple more strokes erupted into Pete's mouth. Hank could feel all the semen empty from his groin. It was fantastic...but he felt tired afterwards. He kissed Pete on the side of the face and said, "front door or back door?"

"If you don't mind...I'd like to do back door."

Hank smiled. Turning around, he lathered his anus and then lathered Pete's cock...and bent towards the side of the shower so Pete could make a forceful entry. Pete placed the head of his dick on Hank's sphincter and gently pushed in about an inch. Hank flinched and pulled away.

"Hurts a little. Let me stretch it a bit." Inserting his own fingers...he spread them in small increments until the orifice was stretched. When Pete pushed in a second time...there was no pain. He pushed in as far as he could go and then pulled out. Hank was panting.

"Damn Pete...that feels so fucking good."

"It does for me too." He pushed in again and again and got a nice rhythmic pattern going. The head of his dick was pummeling Hank's prostate which was exciting him again. A few more pumps and Pete discharged into Hank's rectum just as Hank stroked his own cock and had a second orgasm. The sensation was just as good as the first but the ejaculation was smaller.

"We had better rinse off and get dried. It would be best if my parents didn't find us in the shower together," Pete suggested.

They patted each other dry and played with each other a bit, kissing and fondling. Finally dressed in sweat pants and shirts...they came back into the common room and turned on the television to catch the news. Pete's family arrived about thirty minutes later.

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"Describe your room for me Tom so I can get a mental picture of it."

"Ok...the room is about fifteen feet square with a bank of windows on the east and west walls. The bathroom is next to the door you just entered."

"This room was used as a store room before I came to live here...and there are a lot of pieces of furniture stacked around the south end...so watch your step if you go over to that side of the room," Tom explained.

"What about the bed," Andrew asked. "Two or one big one?"

"There is one bed but it is a king size. Do you mind sharing," he asked.

"Not at all. I like having a bed partner. I have spent most of my life alone," Andrew commented. "I mean, sure my family has always watched over me...and when I was married, I had my own apartment...but I have never been totally independent to any great extent."

Tom reached out for him...and after a couple of tries...touched his shoulder. "You will not be alone here buddy. He hugged Andrew and to his surprise...Andrew hugged him back. "We need to go down stairs for supper...but we'll talk more when we come back up here for the night."

With their canes, they found the hand railing and slowly made their way down to the living room. Maggie had supper on the table and she was adding the water glasses when Maurice took Andrew's arm and helped him to a kitchen chair. They visited amicably during the meal. Andrew told them that at home, his family called him Drew and he preferred the short cut. He told them about having been married and now divorced. He was a year younger than Tom and had graduated from college with a degree in Special Education so he could work with the blind and visually impaired. He told them that he longed to have a home of his own...but at the moment...lacked sufficient means to do so. He hoped that would improve in the future. On the whole, he made a favorable impression with the Chateau family. Under the cover of the table scarf...Tom reached over and patted Drew's knee. Drew returned the touch. Neither wanted to own it...but each had an erection during supper from all the knee tapping.

"Drew, dear, perhaps you can help Tom get a better feel for his cane. The first month he was home with us...he broke four of them over his knee."

Drew laughed, "I did the same thing Mrs. Chateau...when I started using a cane...," as he elbowed Tom in the ribs, "But I was four years old."

Everyone at the table laughed.

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Pete's sister Marietta arrived home with her girl friend. She walked over and hugged both her brother and Hank.

"Hank, it is so good to see you. Are you enjoying Christmas break?"

"I am. It is good to have Pete with us here again. We sure had a good time with the snowmobiles this afternoon."

"I'm glad. You know since I introduced the two of you...you have become almost inseparable," she responded.

"I've noticed that too," said Pete's mom. "Pete seems better contented since he became friends with you."

"Mom," Pete said with a blush. "It's just that Hank has the country, clean spirit that you are always talking about. No pretenses...what you see is what you get."

"You're embarrassing the boy...you two.., give him a break," said Pete's dad.

"Sorry, Hank...we didn't mean to embarrass you," said Pete's mom... "it's just that you don't find as many clean cut people in the world today as you used to."

"He was my friend first, remember," said Marietta with a laugh.

"You'll always be my best friend Marietta," said Hank, "even when you become Sister Mary Marietta."

She reached out and took his hand. "Thank You Hank...I appreciate that."

"OK you guys...who is ready for some hot apple pie...right out of the oven," Mrs. Loggins asked as she arose from her chair to cut the pie and to dip the ice cream for the top.

Later in Pete's room, Hank hugged him after he was sure the door was locked and told him that he had such a neat family.

"They think the world of you too Hank. I am one lucky son of a..."

"Apple Pie eater," Hank interjected. They both burst into laughter.

Tom and Drew did not turn on the hall light as they ascended the stairs, nor did they turn on any lights when they got to Tom's attic room. There was no reason to do so. Tom did not lock the bedroom door because Maurice nor Maggie came into the attic without first clearing it with Tom. After all a man in his mid twenties needed his own privacy.

Tom helped Drew find the chair near his side of the bed. Drew began to undress and place his clothing as he removed it over the back of the chair in a systematic manner so he could find it the next day. Tom listened as he removed his clothing. He heard him remove his socks, his shirt...evidently no tee shirt underneath and then he removed his jeans. Then very carefully, he heard him slide out of his boxers. Tom did the same. They crawled into bed...each to his own side...and gently scooted to the middle.

Tom felt Drew's skin next to his shoulder. He rolled over to face him. They were close enough to touch each other easily. Tom took his hand and touched the side of Drew's face...then moving over his eyes, the bridge of his nose, and then over his lips. As he did so...Drew kissed his fingers. Tom chuckled.

"What...can't I kiss the hand of a good looking guy," Drew asked?

"How do you know I am good looking," Tom answered back, " I might have pock marked skin and warts with hairs sticking out all over me."

"No you don't...I can tell by your voice that you are a handsome guy," Tom responded.

"Damn...you must have ESP," Tom chided.

"Naw...I never watch that sports network." Both laughed and reached out for each other.

Tom touched Drew's face as Drew touched his face.

"Yes," said Drew, "Definitely a handsome face.

Tom leaned forward and kissed the side of Drew's face. Drew returned the gesture. They lay in each other's arms for a while just to enjoy.

Tom and Drew drifted off to sleep in each others arms until about midnight. They woke up when the grandfather clock in the second floor hall struck twelve.

Tom ran his hand over Drew's chest and made him purr. Drew had a hairy chest and as he moved lower...his pubic area was even more so with a lot of thick hair. Tom moved lower. When he touched Drew's dick..it immediately started to grow until it was a massive hard shaft.

"Shit Drew...how big is that sucker? It feels like it is a foot long."

"The last time the doctor measured it...he said it was nine and a quarter inches."

Tom wanted to contradict that measurement...but holding it in his hands...he knew it was pretty damn close.

"Your wife gave up this for some other dude..?"

Drew laughed, "Yeah...she said money was worth more to her. She was demented." He laughed again.

"This is the biggest dick I have ever seen...well the biggest one I have ever touched," Hank added.

"Let's see what you have there Tom." Drew reached out and felt it grow in his hands. It wasn't as big as his own...but that was ok. It was thick and firm in his hands and it felt warm.

"Tom. Get up here in front of my face. Straddle my chest. I want to taste you."

Tom did as he was asked and straddled Drew's chest. Drew pulled Tom's cock down in front of his mouth...and engulfed it. He ran his tongue under the base of his cock...then ran his tongue over Tom's scrotum.

"Man, I love having my balls licked," Tom told him. Drew continued to roll Tom's balls around the inside of his mouth. Tom's dick was getting harder. Drew continued to suck it. "Man you taste so good." He continued to slide on his shaft when Tom began to have involuntary movements. He was like full of static

electricity. His penis began to pulsate with the sucking Drew was giving it.

"You had better pull out Drew or I am going to cum in your mouth."

Drew mumbled, " I want you to cum."

With a couple of good blasts...he ejaculated a huge load into the back of Drew's throat. Drew swallowed it.

"Man, I am weak as a kitten after that," Tom said...as he reached out and touched Drew's cock. "I'll be glad to do the same for you...but I need a few minutes to catch my breath."

"Tom...do you like to get fucked?"

"Yes...but unless I was really stretched...you would tear me up," he replied.

"Let me stretch you...it won't hurt, I promise," Drew answered back.

Tom thought about it for a few seconds and then said, " I trust you Drew...but you have to go slow.

"Do you have a towel to put under you?"

"Yes, right here."

Tom put the large bath towel under him...and Drew took some petroleum jelly he had brought with him...and slowly began to play with Toms orifice...slowly inserting one finger, then two, and then three. He pushed three fingers in and then spread them apart slowly. True to his word...Tom felt a little pressure but no pain. After nearly an hour of stretching his sphincter...Drew lubed his own shaft and slowly began to penetrate. It took about twenty minutes to get all the way in and when he began to gyrate a little...Tom moaned with delight. Drew's dick was giving his prostate a complete work out. Drew pushed in and then pulled back...pushed in again and then pulled back. This motion continued for sometime. Drew pulled out and reapplied more petroleum jelly and had Tom get up on his hands and knees. This time, he penetrated him really deep.

"Oh my Gosh...that feels so fucking good...harder Drew...harder."

Tom's knees and elbows were getting tired...but the electric feeling with in was too good to stop.

Drew massaged Tom's back as he continued to hump him. "Did I tell you I could go all night?"

"No you didn't, but I believe you. I'm getting tired in this position..but it feels too good to quit," Tom answered him back.

"I'm getting close, Tom. Can you stand just a little bit more..?"

"Yes if you don't dawdle," Tom replied.

Drew began to shake with spasms in his groin. " It's going to cum, Tom...hang on."

The thrusting brought on an intense orgasm and a huge ejaculation. Drew thrust with all his might. Tom thought he was going to loose his balance and hit his head on the head board. Two or three more hard jabs and it was over. When he pulled out...his dick hung, long and limp...like a horse who has just given his all to the mare in front of him. He was still huge. Tom passed the towel to him and he started to wipe the residue off. Tom jumped out of his side of the bed and felt his way to the bathroom. When he sat down on the toilet..copious amounts of semen began to drain into the bathroom bowl. Even that sensation was erotic.

He crawled back into bed as Drew made his way slowly and cautiously to the bathroom. Tom heard him raise the seat and take a long piss into the bowl. He too, found his way back to the bed and took hold of Tom's hand.

"Tom, that was fantastic. If I wake up in the night and can't go back to sleep...want to do it again?"

"Hell yes," said Tom, "And maybe another time after that, before breakfast."

They kissed each other on the lips...and scooting up next to each other...like spoons...with Drew behind him and his dick resting between his legs...just in case.

The clock on Pete's cell phone showed 11:00PM. He was cold and climbed out of bed to hurry to the bathroom to take a pee. The floors were cold. When he snapped on the bath room light switch...nothing happened.

"Oh Shit...the power must be off," he moaned.

"What," said Hank...coming out of a deep sleep. "Why is it so cold in here?"

"The power is out. If you want to stay under the covers...I'll go see if the whole house is out," he replied.

"Like that," Hank asked? He laughed.

"Yeah, I had better put on a pair of sweat pants and a top. Mom would not appreciate me going through the house naked," he chuckled.

Down stairs, he found his parents building a fire in the wood stove in the kitchen.

"Dad...What has happened to our power?"

Mrs. Loggins answered first, "Pete...you need some socks and shoes on...the house is really getting cold."

"Yeah mom...I'll do that shortly."

"You might go get Hank...and the two of you bed down in front of the fireplace in the living room. Your dad has already lit the fire in there. As soon as we get the old wood stove going here...we'll be a lot more comfortable," she answered back.

"Ok Mom," he said.

Back in his bedroom, Hank was already putting on sweats and insulated socks.

"Dad and Mom are lighting the wood stove and the fireplace is already going. Let's grab some of the heavier blankets and go down stairs. It's anybody's guess how long the power will be out. The rural power company is surely on the task...I hope."