I tried not to get too sloppy with these latest chapters. But if I did, just tell me 
Chapter 29: Big Ceremony Part 1.
The following months were occupied by the work-eat-sleep lifestyle, as we were both ‘under the pump’ at our companies. Brad had been promoted to executive, as had I in my department and we had both celebrated. One night, sitting down watching Television after work the subject came around to our proper wedding ceremony. We both did want the big todo, with the weeping family, grinning friends and shit-loads of flowers. We had our first argument that evening, over who would be wearing white. At first I thought he was joking. When he mentioned “So who’s gonna be in the white?” A vivid picture of one of us in a flowing white dress and a veil strolled into my mind fully formed. I had burst out laughing before turning to him and saying “You can’t be serious babe? One of us in white? You DON’T want to know what I just pictured...” He had laughed too, but returned to serious mode all too soon. “You know, one of us in a White Tuxedo, the other in a Black Tuxedo.” He said and that made me sober up. The issue was indeed something to ponder.
Okay, so argue might have been the wrong word. We disagreed with each other. I wanted the Black Tuxedo. He wanted it too. There was only one that I really wanted to wear, and we had settled on one White & one Black. I stumbled across a solution at about eight in the evening. I ran to my room and yanked the Black and White Tuxedo’s from my Robe. I kept several variations on the classic suit in there, not that they ever got any wear. I ran downstairs to Brad and told him to strip down to the bare-essentials. He did so, and I threw him the White Tuxedo. He made a face of complaint, but I said “It’s not definite, just do it please!” in between putting on the Black version. We were both done in about ten minutes. Brad straightened mine, and I straightened his to make them look perfect.
“Well, you look beautiful...” Brad said, clearly on the verge of tears. “Likewise, there’s really no other word I can use to describe you except “Mine”” I said, and he actually sobbed before jogging across the short space to hug me. “I don’t like the white though...” He said, rubbing my back. I pulled away and appraised him, giving him the elevator. “Hmm..” I said, then began to strip off again. Taking the hint, he did the same. When I was unbuttoning my shirt, I could almost hear the click in his brain meaning that he perfectly understood what I was doing. When I was back down to the bare-essentials, I stared at Brad’s body waiting for him to finish. It took me about five whole seconds to realize that he was doing it too slowly. He very slowly let his shirt drop and spent a good minute on unzipping the trousers. I grinned, then pulled them down for him. My face at his crotch made him hard in an instant, so snatching at the opportunity I began to suck him off. “Oooh, I like spontaneity!” He said before moaning in pure ecstasy. He released into my mouth, this time with no hesitation in a little over ten minutes. I swear I could see his balls changing color with the brute force of holding back trying to let me enjoy it. I groaned when I felt the hot seed hit my tongue. I got every drop, not a single bit wasted. I was ready to blow by the time I pulled away, so I looked at him. As if I could influence his mind, he bent down and began to take mine. I only managed to last four of his ten minutes before I came, he enjoyed it perhaps more than me. I will never know as he didn’t ever discuss this with anyone.
“Okay” I said once I he was devoid of the tuxedo. “Put this one on.” I said, and I took his, passing the Black one.
<Brad>
I dressed up into the Tuxedo that Ben had passed, my preference had always been Black. I had learned that it suited me at a very young age, about 9. I was half Spanish/Italian and Native American. My Father was the Spanish/Italian, and my mother the native. I was very tanned, but White never looked so good on me. Ben walked over to me and straightened my Tuxedo before stepping back and giving me that awful elevator again. “You look..........utterly, heartbreakingly perfect.” Ben said to me and I grinned. “Told you...” I said and poked my tongue at him before moving to straighten his White one and give him the elevator in return. “You look........” I began, but I started to cry. I have absolutely no idea why I did this, but I just did. “What’s wrong?” Ben asked me, but I shook my head. He moved down until his face was in mine, and he kissed me. “Tell me....” He suggested, making it not a question, not an order, just an option. I respected him now, more than I ever had in my life. “I just can’t believe you’re all mine. Seeing you in a suit again, but this time it being for US....I just can’t believe this...” I said and I sobbed into his jacket. By the time I was done, Ben laughed. I raised my head and frowned at him. “What are you laughing about?”
“Well...” Ben began, laughing harder. “So much for White and Black, you pretty much ruined that. Accidentally I know....”
I was completely baffled. He pointed to the massive wet patch on his shoulder where I had been crying. “Oh, shit. Salt water...Damn.” I said and he just rolled his eyes before running upstairs. He returned with another Black one and dressed into it in a matter of seconds. I appraised him, trying my utmost to avoid giving the elevator. “Wonderful!” I exclaimed and we kissed. We had them back in Ben’s robe in about twenty minutes. He cleared a rack for them and kept only those two on it. “We’ll be seeing each other in these quite soon I expect” He said, before returning to the sofa with me.
<Ben>
I was more than a little excited. Over the moon was putting it lightly. Our wedding in Vegas had gone by quicker than blinking. And I was happy it was official. But the idea of a real, massive ceremony with our friends and family there. My family wouldn’t be allowed to come, I would call on Sarah and Steve to act as my tie to my family in Australia.
Brad was probably more excited as me. He pretty much skipped down the corridor when he got home at night, as he got home later than myself. He was doing his best to get back in full shape for the ceremony as was I. We hadn’t touched the cars in months, walking everywhere we could, except for those weekly visits to his parent’s house. I think we had lost a total of 44 pounds combined. 22 between us. I did the math, never actually bothering to learn how to measure in pounds. I had lost 10KG, which made me happy. I was now much more defined, more like I was when I met him. The fact that he was thinner, meant that his muscle bulk showed up much more. This in turn meant that cuddling up into the crook of his arm provided a big turn on, as not licking or kissing his Pec was almost an insult to him. At the moment, we were having both kinds of Sex every single night.
He suggested, that after the ceremony we try unprotected sex just once. I had agreed, but with the sole-bravado that we had an AIDS test prior. He was eager to comply. Christmas Break for the both of us was in three days. We had planned the ceremony for two days into it. Sarah and Steve were flying over tomorrow, and Steve was going to be our Best Man, along with Sarah as our Maid Of Honor -- although she was married, she still insisted. We were going to hold the ceremony at a winery far north of L.A. We had visited the venue before choosing it and all I had to do was gaze at my love and he looked back, feeling the same.
You know when you have planned something super exciting in your horizon, and the days just seem to eat away like Pac-Man dots until you reach it? Well that’s how it felt for the both of us when we awoke on the big day. Sarah and Steve were staying with us in Brad’s old room, which he had mercifully vacated. I had silently pleaded with him to stay in my room permanently and he didn’t object, in fact he dove at me and pushed me onto the bed, kissing me furiously. “OF COURSE!” He had exclaimed, and since then, we had spent every single night in the same bed together, sometimes waking up in the middle of the night in strange positions which got us started. One evening I had woken to find my face a centimeter from his alert penis which was leaking pre-cum. I had begun to suck it and jumped violently when he said “Finally...” from above my head. He had moaned, signaling for me to continue, so I did so. After our little midnight escapades, we slept like the dead further perpetuating the “Man-falls-asleep-after-masturbation” story. We only stopped these little events after a manic looking Sarah and Steve had practically begged. “We can hear you, but not much. You’re getting more than ME! And that’s just sick!” She had pleaded and Steve had just rolled his eyes. “Does being gay make your balls go into hyperdrive?” He said, making all three of laugh. Sarah was late to the table, laughing after we had all finished. “No, too late hun!” I said, holding my finger to her lips when she began to complain.
<Brad>
I was thoroughly enjoying having sex with Ben every night, but now that we knew how Sarah and Brad felt, we wouldn’t be doing it again. Sarah and Steve had promised we would regret it if we did it again while they were there, and I knew we would do it sooner or later, so I shuddered at the thought.
We only managed to last two nights, before we both woke up and began to engage in penetration. We continued on for about half an hour, then fell on the bed trying to control our breathing. When we finally fell silent, we knew how loud we’d been. I lay there, ready for the explosion from Sarah, but it didn’t come. Instead we heard a loud call from my old Bedroom, and a loud grunt. I sat bolt upright in bed, Ben did too listening intently. “Oh yes, Oh my god, DO ME STEVE!” She screamed and we both cringed. Sarah definitely wasn’t one sandwich short of a picnic, she knew that two gay men would be disgusted hearing a hetero couple going at it. “What do you want to do about this?” I whispered to him, and he shrugged before whispering “Dunno, but I wanna get some new sheets tomorrow...” I laughed, then we fell back onto the mattress. We didn’t get a good night sleep, we kept waking up to the sounds of fucking from Sarah and Steve. “I DREAMT!!!!” Ben began, and I laughed, before he looked at me and shuddered violently. I collapsed into a fit of laughter on the bed. Ben suddenly bounded from the bed, then ran down the corridor on hid tip toes, I followed.
<Ben>
I opened the door to the guest room ever so slightly and I saw Sarah and Steve lying there, on opposite sides of the Bed, making sex sounds. I let the door open fully. “You BITCH” I said before diving on her and tickling her into oblivion. “We told you...” She said in between her giggles. “You’re lucky you two are gay, or I would be killing you for touching my wife. And how you can take it up there, EEEEESSSSSH!” Steve said, giggling also. “Let us get some sleep..Please?” I asked Sarah and she nodded. “G’night love” She called after I ran back down the corridor.
The following morning came, and true to my word I ran down to the Mall and bought a whole new set of sheets for the bed, because Sarah did admit the first lot of noises were indeed one of their sessions. She stripped the bed for me, as I wouldn’t touch them and did the honors of throwing out the sheets and putting them down the garbage chute. I disinfected, then remade the bed. “No sex!” I commanded, and she mimicked me making me laugh. We shook hands.
I suddenly realized that the ceremony was the following day. I collapsed onto the sofa with my head in my hands, thoroughly overwhelmed by it all.
Chapter 30: Big Ceremony, Part 2.
“Babe?” I asked Ben as I saw him on our sofa. “What’s wrong!?” I said in alarm when I realized his head was in his hands and he was shaking his head. “Nothing” he said, and stood up and began to move into the kitchen. “No dice!” I said, grabbing his arm and pulling him back to the sofa. “Spill.” I ordered and he rolled his eyes, but the sarcasm was marred by his obvious frustration. “It’s tomorrow, i’m so damn happy, excited and everything. I’m just feeling a little overwhelmed. Don’t worry, I won’t leave you at the pseudo-altar.” He said and I grinned at our previously coined term.
We’d come up with Pseudo-Altar when we were discussing what to call this event. We settled on “Ceremony” instead of “Wedding” or “Re-Wedding” since we were actually getting married again, just this time we we’re making it a show. It was decided that Pseudo-Altar would be used whenever we referenced the place where the Groom and Groom (or Bitch and Butch as Sarah had put it, poking her tongue and sprinting upstairs and locking herself in her room) stood. We’d done it before, so any real regard for the place again felt silly to us both, although I secretly used the term ‘altar’ in my Diary.
We ventured off to bed after a night of Car Racing. We’d made two teams on the PS5 game, “Gay” and “Straight”. We won by a landslide, using out new found weapon -- “Shock Tactics” to beat them in nearly every race. One race got us all rolling around with laughter on the couch. We’d turned on the feminine gay voice and started to make rude remarks or say things like “OMG You Bitch!” when they overtook us on the track. We started to laugh when Sarah began screaming a barrage of insults at us which included but weren’t limited to “Bloody Hell”, “Strewth”, “Crikey”, “Holy Shit” and “Queen!”.
On the way upstairs, Sarah was still visibly fuming over the tragic loss. Steve had beaten her by a margin of 98% and was just behind Ben. I won first place, something I dared to rub in. Afterwards, Sarah communicated mainly via pointed silences and filthy looks across the room, although I could see the glint of humor in her eyes. Ben and I cuddled into each other, kissed passionately then fell asleep eagerly anticipating the following day.
<Ben>
I was up at three-thirty in the morning. I was much to geared up to sleep any longer. I silently vacated the bedroom and walked to the kitchen, flicking on the neo-halogen lights which wouldn’t cast any light upstairs. “Good” I said to myself, gazing upstairs where it was still black as pitch. I turned on the TV, immediately muting it and flicking to the PlayStation Channel where I would brush up my Car Racing skills before I got ready at around four a.m.
I quickly got tired of the game, as my slow moving morning brain couldn’t take in the mind-blowing graphics well enough to enjoy them. I stood, turned off the TV and darted back to my bedroom as silently as I could, to retrieve my suit. I succeeded in not waking a quietly snoring Brad, and ran back downstairs to get ready.
I was looking at the stairs again with a very disgruntled face when I realized I would need to use the en-suite bathroom in my bedroom. “Yay!” I whispered under my breath when I remembered the bathroom downstairs, hidden in the security room, was always stocked with emergency supplies. Entering it, I began to get myself ready.
<Brad>
I awoke when my arm hit cold mattress where Ben should be. I turned to look and he wasn’t anywhere in the bed. I turned back, gazing at the alarm clock until the numbers came into focus. “4:13AM?” I asked myself, then rolling my eyes. I was as excited as Ben, just a little more keen to stay awake during the Ceremony. I was sure, however, that he had a backup plan. Like several caffeine filled energy drinks to down before the long day ahead of us? Maybe. I sat up stretching. I made my way across the dark room to the robe where my suit was. Ben’s wasn’t there, so I assumed he’d already taken it. I walked into our en-suite bathroom and began to polish every aspect of my face for the day’s adventures.
I pondered for a moment, gazing at my electric shaver. “Should I?” I asked myself, then answering my own question, turned it off and found the wax I hid from my husband. I lathered it on my face once it was hot enough and used the strips to rip out every single inch of my stubble which I had carefully maintained as a five-o’clock shadow for about a month. I winced every single time I felt the hair ripped from the follicle. Once I was done, I did my hair, washed my face with cleanser and tweezed my eyebrows a bit. Finally satisfied, I exited the bathroom and walked downstairs to find my husband, undoubtedly cooking something delicious for breakfast.
When I hit the stairwell, I found the whole of downstairs pitch black like the rest of the place. I surmised that he knew his way around so damn well he didn’t need his lights to see. I walked into the kitchen and turned the dimmer switch to halfway, activating the lights in the ceiling. I opened the drapes covering the windows and turned the TV to Sunrise on Channel 7 Australia. It was on extremely low volume, so it wouldn’t wake Sarah and Steve for quite sometime.
“OH!” I heard from behind me, and I saw Ben standing there in Black, looking so beautiful. “Hi there!” I said and he moved to embrace me.
<Ben>
I was in shock, the thought of the days events, and seeing Brad looking so perfect had melted me entirely. “Let’s elope again..” I suggested in a bored voice which made him laugh. “We both want this, right?” He asked and I nodded, vigorously. “Hypocritical, I know..” I said and Brad grinned before turning around and pulling eight eggs from the refrigerator. “What the hell are you making?” I asked and he just smiled absentmindedly, humming to himself while he broke the eggs and stirred, giving subtle threats under his breath that sounded like “if you come in here, I will hurt you...” over at me, which kept me naturally stationary. I rolled my eyes when Sarah flew down the stairs in her bedclothes once she had smelled the eggs, bacon and buttered toast that Brad had served up for the lot of us. I had just put her plate on her chair, when she walked to the table. “Mornin!” she called and we both winced.
“Sorry, too early to be so loud....” She whispered, then I pulled her steaming hot plate onto the table and slapped the nearest chair. “Thanks hun..” She said before digging in with gusto. “He’s a keeper!” She mumbled in between mouthfuls. After a few more shovels full of the food, she was finished. “Sorry, I’m just so hungry...Dunno why....anyway” She said and I just shrugged, remembering how she used to eat when we were in school together.
We heard a heavy slow walk coming down the stairs. “Morning Honey!” Sarah called, making Steve groan. “Damn lady why you so loud hun?” I giggled and she just glared at me before continuing. “YOU! WAKE UP! Get into your clothes!” She shouted at him, and after a quick glance at us, he bolted back upstairs with a look of determination on his face. “Morning Steve!” I called, and received no reply. “He really hates the idea of us having sex doesn’t he?” I asked her and she just gave me the look that plainly said I’d guessed it in one.
He arrived back downstairs in his own immaculate tuxedo in about two minutes. He pulverized a granola bar before downing it and politely refused any of the eggs. He mumbled something about eggs which I didn’t quite understand, and Sarah slapped him giving him a “don’t start” look. I was intrigued despite myself.
Once we were done, Brad and I stood shoulder to shoulder while Sarah gave us the elevator. Steve had bowed out gracefully as he “hadn’t the slightest inkling of know-how in the fashion department”. “All good, let’s move” she said happily, with a contrasting businesslike expression on her face. I decided to drive the Lamborghini again, and we made it up to the winery after a 45 minute drive. It was a rather fun experience, but it got extremely annoying when Steve had to stop at an outhouse half way. “Why didn’t you go before we left?” Sarah had asked, to no avail as he had bolted from the Car.
“Thanks guys...” He said, bright red in the face, and I just nodded and we continued on our way. When we arrived, Sarah dived right into the marquee and helped set up, while Steve, Brad and Myself waited in the back for the ceremony to start. We’d decided on silence as our ‘wedding music’. It supposedly added a nice “BANG” to everything, something I agreed upon after the loud and raucous Elvis impersonator at the chapel in Vegas.
The man who would be presiding over the ceremony, and saying the oh-so-important words was a fully licensed (to my utter relief) gay marriage something. I couldn’t remember his exact title, due to my relief of course. There wasn’t anything traditional about us, so we walked together down the aisle, to no music. We chose our own pace, walking faster and slower, making Sarah edgier my the nanosecond that passed. We finally made to the altar, and the man -- well I suppose you could call him the minister, or administer -- began instantly, as if a gun had been fired the second we arrived.
Our vows weren’t anything traditional either, we’d written them from scratch. But we also hadn’t thought of all of them ourselves. We’d snatched lines from our favorite songs until they went as follows:
For as long as you are, here on this earth
I will feel alive.
I smile through the tears, so the way that I see it,
We cannot be defeated.
I feel it in my bones, the love we share
Something I will never challenge,
Not even if I am dared.
I promise you, that I will be always near
Because no matter what I do,
I can’t get over you.
I have always lived my life alone,
And I found my place called home with you.
So don’t leave me crying at the discotheque,
I need you, I want you. Forever.
We both said them in sync, eliminating the need to write two versions. We’d both pooled our favorite songs, and that was the most we could come up with. “Cheesy, I know!” I called over my shoulder at the small gathering of our friends and family. They laughed, and I turned back to Brad. He was beaming, so brightly I could’ve sworn he was about to guide a cargo ship to port. “I now pronounce you bonded for life!” The minister proclaimed, and Brad moved in for the kiss. He began it, but I had to end it. “I love you” Brad said to me, “I love you too, I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”
<Brad>
I was flying. We had done the big to do with the faux-wedding, and we were off to start the rest of our lives together. “What do you say to another honeymoon?”. I turned to Ben, in plain shock at his question, with my mouth wide open in shock.
Kisses,
momoman
TTYL!
Chapter 29: Big Ceremony Part 1.
The following months were occupied by the work-eat-sleep lifestyle, as we were both ‘under the pump’ at our companies. Brad had been promoted to executive, as had I in my department and we had both celebrated. One night, sitting down watching Television after work the subject came around to our proper wedding ceremony. We both did want the big todo, with the weeping family, grinning friends and shit-loads of flowers. We had our first argument that evening, over who would be wearing white. At first I thought he was joking. When he mentioned “So who’s gonna be in the white?” A vivid picture of one of us in a flowing white dress and a veil strolled into my mind fully formed. I had burst out laughing before turning to him and saying “You can’t be serious babe? One of us in white? You DON’T want to know what I just pictured...” He had laughed too, but returned to serious mode all too soon. “You know, one of us in a White Tuxedo, the other in a Black Tuxedo.” He said and that made me sober up. The issue was indeed something to ponder.
Okay, so argue might have been the wrong word. We disagreed with each other. I wanted the Black Tuxedo. He wanted it too. There was only one that I really wanted to wear, and we had settled on one White & one Black. I stumbled across a solution at about eight in the evening. I ran to my room and yanked the Black and White Tuxedo’s from my Robe. I kept several variations on the classic suit in there, not that they ever got any wear. I ran downstairs to Brad and told him to strip down to the bare-essentials. He did so, and I threw him the White Tuxedo. He made a face of complaint, but I said “It’s not definite, just do it please!” in between putting on the Black version. We were both done in about ten minutes. Brad straightened mine, and I straightened his to make them look perfect.
“Well, you look beautiful...” Brad said, clearly on the verge of tears. “Likewise, there’s really no other word I can use to describe you except “Mine”” I said, and he actually sobbed before jogging across the short space to hug me. “I don’t like the white though...” He said, rubbing my back. I pulled away and appraised him, giving him the elevator. “Hmm..” I said, then began to strip off again. Taking the hint, he did the same. When I was unbuttoning my shirt, I could almost hear the click in his brain meaning that he perfectly understood what I was doing. When I was back down to the bare-essentials, I stared at Brad’s body waiting for him to finish. It took me about five whole seconds to realize that he was doing it too slowly. He very slowly let his shirt drop and spent a good minute on unzipping the trousers. I grinned, then pulled them down for him. My face at his crotch made him hard in an instant, so snatching at the opportunity I began to suck him off. “Oooh, I like spontaneity!” He said before moaning in pure ecstasy. He released into my mouth, this time with no hesitation in a little over ten minutes. I swear I could see his balls changing color with the brute force of holding back trying to let me enjoy it. I groaned when I felt the hot seed hit my tongue. I got every drop, not a single bit wasted. I was ready to blow by the time I pulled away, so I looked at him. As if I could influence his mind, he bent down and began to take mine. I only managed to last four of his ten minutes before I came, he enjoyed it perhaps more than me. I will never know as he didn’t ever discuss this with anyone.
“Okay” I said once I he was devoid of the tuxedo. “Put this one on.” I said, and I took his, passing the Black one.
<Brad>
I dressed up into the Tuxedo that Ben had passed, my preference had always been Black. I had learned that it suited me at a very young age, about 9. I was half Spanish/Italian and Native American. My Father was the Spanish/Italian, and my mother the native. I was very tanned, but White never looked so good on me. Ben walked over to me and straightened my Tuxedo before stepping back and giving me that awful elevator again. “You look..........utterly, heartbreakingly perfect.” Ben said to me and I grinned. “Told you...” I said and poked my tongue at him before moving to straighten his White one and give him the elevator in return. “You look........” I began, but I started to cry. I have absolutely no idea why I did this, but I just did. “What’s wrong?” Ben asked me, but I shook my head. He moved down until his face was in mine, and he kissed me. “Tell me....” He suggested, making it not a question, not an order, just an option. I respected him now, more than I ever had in my life. “I just can’t believe you’re all mine. Seeing you in a suit again, but this time it being for US....I just can’t believe this...” I said and I sobbed into his jacket. By the time I was done, Ben laughed. I raised my head and frowned at him. “What are you laughing about?”
“Well...” Ben began, laughing harder. “So much for White and Black, you pretty much ruined that. Accidentally I know....”
I was completely baffled. He pointed to the massive wet patch on his shoulder where I had been crying. “Oh, shit. Salt water...Damn.” I said and he just rolled his eyes before running upstairs. He returned with another Black one and dressed into it in a matter of seconds. I appraised him, trying my utmost to avoid giving the elevator. “Wonderful!” I exclaimed and we kissed. We had them back in Ben’s robe in about twenty minutes. He cleared a rack for them and kept only those two on it. “We’ll be seeing each other in these quite soon I expect” He said, before returning to the sofa with me.
<Ben>
I was more than a little excited. Over the moon was putting it lightly. Our wedding in Vegas had gone by quicker than blinking. And I was happy it was official. But the idea of a real, massive ceremony with our friends and family there. My family wouldn’t be allowed to come, I would call on Sarah and Steve to act as my tie to my family in Australia.
Brad was probably more excited as me. He pretty much skipped down the corridor when he got home at night, as he got home later than myself. He was doing his best to get back in full shape for the ceremony as was I. We hadn’t touched the cars in months, walking everywhere we could, except for those weekly visits to his parent’s house. I think we had lost a total of 44 pounds combined. 22 between us. I did the math, never actually bothering to learn how to measure in pounds. I had lost 10KG, which made me happy. I was now much more defined, more like I was when I met him. The fact that he was thinner, meant that his muscle bulk showed up much more. This in turn meant that cuddling up into the crook of his arm provided a big turn on, as not licking or kissing his Pec was almost an insult to him. At the moment, we were having both kinds of Sex every single night.
He suggested, that after the ceremony we try unprotected sex just once. I had agreed, but with the sole-bravado that we had an AIDS test prior. He was eager to comply. Christmas Break for the both of us was in three days. We had planned the ceremony for two days into it. Sarah and Steve were flying over tomorrow, and Steve was going to be our Best Man, along with Sarah as our Maid Of Honor -- although she was married, she still insisted. We were going to hold the ceremony at a winery far north of L.A. We had visited the venue before choosing it and all I had to do was gaze at my love and he looked back, feeling the same.
You know when you have planned something super exciting in your horizon, and the days just seem to eat away like Pac-Man dots until you reach it? Well that’s how it felt for the both of us when we awoke on the big day. Sarah and Steve were staying with us in Brad’s old room, which he had mercifully vacated. I had silently pleaded with him to stay in my room permanently and he didn’t object, in fact he dove at me and pushed me onto the bed, kissing me furiously. “OF COURSE!” He had exclaimed, and since then, we had spent every single night in the same bed together, sometimes waking up in the middle of the night in strange positions which got us started. One evening I had woken to find my face a centimeter from his alert penis which was leaking pre-cum. I had begun to suck it and jumped violently when he said “Finally...” from above my head. He had moaned, signaling for me to continue, so I did so. After our little midnight escapades, we slept like the dead further perpetuating the “Man-falls-asleep-after-masturbation” story. We only stopped these little events after a manic looking Sarah and Steve had practically begged. “We can hear you, but not much. You’re getting more than ME! And that’s just sick!” She had pleaded and Steve had just rolled his eyes. “Does being gay make your balls go into hyperdrive?” He said, making all three of laugh. Sarah was late to the table, laughing after we had all finished. “No, too late hun!” I said, holding my finger to her lips when she began to complain.
<Brad>
I was thoroughly enjoying having sex with Ben every night, but now that we knew how Sarah and Brad felt, we wouldn’t be doing it again. Sarah and Steve had promised we would regret it if we did it again while they were there, and I knew we would do it sooner or later, so I shuddered at the thought.
We only managed to last two nights, before we both woke up and began to engage in penetration. We continued on for about half an hour, then fell on the bed trying to control our breathing. When we finally fell silent, we knew how loud we’d been. I lay there, ready for the explosion from Sarah, but it didn’t come. Instead we heard a loud call from my old Bedroom, and a loud grunt. I sat bolt upright in bed, Ben did too listening intently. “Oh yes, Oh my god, DO ME STEVE!” She screamed and we both cringed. Sarah definitely wasn’t one sandwich short of a picnic, she knew that two gay men would be disgusted hearing a hetero couple going at it. “What do you want to do about this?” I whispered to him, and he shrugged before whispering “Dunno, but I wanna get some new sheets tomorrow...” I laughed, then we fell back onto the mattress. We didn’t get a good night sleep, we kept waking up to the sounds of fucking from Sarah and Steve. “I DREAMT!!!!” Ben began, and I laughed, before he looked at me and shuddered violently. I collapsed into a fit of laughter on the bed. Ben suddenly bounded from the bed, then ran down the corridor on hid tip toes, I followed.
<Ben>
I opened the door to the guest room ever so slightly and I saw Sarah and Steve lying there, on opposite sides of the Bed, making sex sounds. I let the door open fully. “You BITCH” I said before diving on her and tickling her into oblivion. “We told you...” She said in between her giggles. “You’re lucky you two are gay, or I would be killing you for touching my wife. And how you can take it up there, EEEEESSSSSH!” Steve said, giggling also. “Let us get some sleep..Please?” I asked Sarah and she nodded. “G’night love” She called after I ran back down the corridor.
The following morning came, and true to my word I ran down to the Mall and bought a whole new set of sheets for the bed, because Sarah did admit the first lot of noises were indeed one of their sessions. She stripped the bed for me, as I wouldn’t touch them and did the honors of throwing out the sheets and putting them down the garbage chute. I disinfected, then remade the bed. “No sex!” I commanded, and she mimicked me making me laugh. We shook hands.
I suddenly realized that the ceremony was the following day. I collapsed onto the sofa with my head in my hands, thoroughly overwhelmed by it all.
Chapter 30: Big Ceremony, Part 2.
“Babe?” I asked Ben as I saw him on our sofa. “What’s wrong!?” I said in alarm when I realized his head was in his hands and he was shaking his head. “Nothing” he said, and stood up and began to move into the kitchen. “No dice!” I said, grabbing his arm and pulling him back to the sofa. “Spill.” I ordered and he rolled his eyes, but the sarcasm was marred by his obvious frustration. “It’s tomorrow, i’m so damn happy, excited and everything. I’m just feeling a little overwhelmed. Don’t worry, I won’t leave you at the pseudo-altar.” He said and I grinned at our previously coined term.
We’d come up with Pseudo-Altar when we were discussing what to call this event. We settled on “Ceremony” instead of “Wedding” or “Re-Wedding” since we were actually getting married again, just this time we we’re making it a show. It was decided that Pseudo-Altar would be used whenever we referenced the place where the Groom and Groom (or Bitch and Butch as Sarah had put it, poking her tongue and sprinting upstairs and locking herself in her room) stood. We’d done it before, so any real regard for the place again felt silly to us both, although I secretly used the term ‘altar’ in my Diary.
We ventured off to bed after a night of Car Racing. We’d made two teams on the PS5 game, “Gay” and “Straight”. We won by a landslide, using out new found weapon -- “Shock Tactics” to beat them in nearly every race. One race got us all rolling around with laughter on the couch. We’d turned on the feminine gay voice and started to make rude remarks or say things like “OMG You Bitch!” when they overtook us on the track. We started to laugh when Sarah began screaming a barrage of insults at us which included but weren’t limited to “Bloody Hell”, “Strewth”, “Crikey”, “Holy Shit” and “Queen!”.
On the way upstairs, Sarah was still visibly fuming over the tragic loss. Steve had beaten her by a margin of 98% and was just behind Ben. I won first place, something I dared to rub in. Afterwards, Sarah communicated mainly via pointed silences and filthy looks across the room, although I could see the glint of humor in her eyes. Ben and I cuddled into each other, kissed passionately then fell asleep eagerly anticipating the following day.
<Ben>
I was up at three-thirty in the morning. I was much to geared up to sleep any longer. I silently vacated the bedroom and walked to the kitchen, flicking on the neo-halogen lights which wouldn’t cast any light upstairs. “Good” I said to myself, gazing upstairs where it was still black as pitch. I turned on the TV, immediately muting it and flicking to the PlayStation Channel where I would brush up my Car Racing skills before I got ready at around four a.m.
I quickly got tired of the game, as my slow moving morning brain couldn’t take in the mind-blowing graphics well enough to enjoy them. I stood, turned off the TV and darted back to my bedroom as silently as I could, to retrieve my suit. I succeeded in not waking a quietly snoring Brad, and ran back downstairs to get ready.
I was looking at the stairs again with a very disgruntled face when I realized I would need to use the en-suite bathroom in my bedroom. “Yay!” I whispered under my breath when I remembered the bathroom downstairs, hidden in the security room, was always stocked with emergency supplies. Entering it, I began to get myself ready.
<Brad>
I awoke when my arm hit cold mattress where Ben should be. I turned to look and he wasn’t anywhere in the bed. I turned back, gazing at the alarm clock until the numbers came into focus. “4:13AM?” I asked myself, then rolling my eyes. I was as excited as Ben, just a little more keen to stay awake during the Ceremony. I was sure, however, that he had a backup plan. Like several caffeine filled energy drinks to down before the long day ahead of us? Maybe. I sat up stretching. I made my way across the dark room to the robe where my suit was. Ben’s wasn’t there, so I assumed he’d already taken it. I walked into our en-suite bathroom and began to polish every aspect of my face for the day’s adventures.
I pondered for a moment, gazing at my electric shaver. “Should I?” I asked myself, then answering my own question, turned it off and found the wax I hid from my husband. I lathered it on my face once it was hot enough and used the strips to rip out every single inch of my stubble which I had carefully maintained as a five-o’clock shadow for about a month. I winced every single time I felt the hair ripped from the follicle. Once I was done, I did my hair, washed my face with cleanser and tweezed my eyebrows a bit. Finally satisfied, I exited the bathroom and walked downstairs to find my husband, undoubtedly cooking something delicious for breakfast.
When I hit the stairwell, I found the whole of downstairs pitch black like the rest of the place. I surmised that he knew his way around so damn well he didn’t need his lights to see. I walked into the kitchen and turned the dimmer switch to halfway, activating the lights in the ceiling. I opened the drapes covering the windows and turned the TV to Sunrise on Channel 7 Australia. It was on extremely low volume, so it wouldn’t wake Sarah and Steve for quite sometime.
“OH!” I heard from behind me, and I saw Ben standing there in Black, looking so beautiful. “Hi there!” I said and he moved to embrace me.
<Ben>
I was in shock, the thought of the days events, and seeing Brad looking so perfect had melted me entirely. “Let’s elope again..” I suggested in a bored voice which made him laugh. “We both want this, right?” He asked and I nodded, vigorously. “Hypocritical, I know..” I said and Brad grinned before turning around and pulling eight eggs from the refrigerator. “What the hell are you making?” I asked and he just smiled absentmindedly, humming to himself while he broke the eggs and stirred, giving subtle threats under his breath that sounded like “if you come in here, I will hurt you...” over at me, which kept me naturally stationary. I rolled my eyes when Sarah flew down the stairs in her bedclothes once she had smelled the eggs, bacon and buttered toast that Brad had served up for the lot of us. I had just put her plate on her chair, when she walked to the table. “Mornin!” she called and we both winced.
“Sorry, too early to be so loud....” She whispered, then I pulled her steaming hot plate onto the table and slapped the nearest chair. “Thanks hun..” She said before digging in with gusto. “He’s a keeper!” She mumbled in between mouthfuls. After a few more shovels full of the food, she was finished. “Sorry, I’m just so hungry...Dunno why....anyway” She said and I just shrugged, remembering how she used to eat when we were in school together.
We heard a heavy slow walk coming down the stairs. “Morning Honey!” Sarah called, making Steve groan. “Damn lady why you so loud hun?” I giggled and she just glared at me before continuing. “YOU! WAKE UP! Get into your clothes!” She shouted at him, and after a quick glance at us, he bolted back upstairs with a look of determination on his face. “Morning Steve!” I called, and received no reply. “He really hates the idea of us having sex doesn’t he?” I asked her and she just gave me the look that plainly said I’d guessed it in one.
He arrived back downstairs in his own immaculate tuxedo in about two minutes. He pulverized a granola bar before downing it and politely refused any of the eggs. He mumbled something about eggs which I didn’t quite understand, and Sarah slapped him giving him a “don’t start” look. I was intrigued despite myself.
Once we were done, Brad and I stood shoulder to shoulder while Sarah gave us the elevator. Steve had bowed out gracefully as he “hadn’t the slightest inkling of know-how in the fashion department”. “All good, let’s move” she said happily, with a contrasting businesslike expression on her face. I decided to drive the Lamborghini again, and we made it up to the winery after a 45 minute drive. It was a rather fun experience, but it got extremely annoying when Steve had to stop at an outhouse half way. “Why didn’t you go before we left?” Sarah had asked, to no avail as he had bolted from the Car.
“Thanks guys...” He said, bright red in the face, and I just nodded and we continued on our way. When we arrived, Sarah dived right into the marquee and helped set up, while Steve, Brad and Myself waited in the back for the ceremony to start. We’d decided on silence as our ‘wedding music’. It supposedly added a nice “BANG” to everything, something I agreed upon after the loud and raucous Elvis impersonator at the chapel in Vegas.
The man who would be presiding over the ceremony, and saying the oh-so-important words was a fully licensed (to my utter relief) gay marriage something. I couldn’t remember his exact title, due to my relief of course. There wasn’t anything traditional about us, so we walked together down the aisle, to no music. We chose our own pace, walking faster and slower, making Sarah edgier my the nanosecond that passed. We finally made to the altar, and the man -- well I suppose you could call him the minister, or administer -- began instantly, as if a gun had been fired the second we arrived.
Our vows weren’t anything traditional either, we’d written them from scratch. But we also hadn’t thought of all of them ourselves. We’d snatched lines from our favorite songs until they went as follows:
For as long as you are, here on this earth
I will feel alive.
I smile through the tears, so the way that I see it,
We cannot be defeated.
I feel it in my bones, the love we share
Something I will never challenge,
Not even if I am dared.
I promise you, that I will be always near
Because no matter what I do,
I can’t get over you.
I have always lived my life alone,
And I found my place called home with you.
So don’t leave me crying at the discotheque,
I need you, I want you. Forever.
We both said them in sync, eliminating the need to write two versions. We’d both pooled our favorite songs, and that was the most we could come up with. “Cheesy, I know!” I called over my shoulder at the small gathering of our friends and family. They laughed, and I turned back to Brad. He was beaming, so brightly I could’ve sworn he was about to guide a cargo ship to port. “I now pronounce you bonded for life!” The minister proclaimed, and Brad moved in for the kiss. He began it, but I had to end it. “I love you” Brad said to me, “I love you too, I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”
<Brad>
I was flying. We had done the big to do with the faux-wedding, and we were off to start the rest of our lives together. “What do you say to another honeymoon?”. I turned to Ben, in plain shock at his question, with my mouth wide open in shock.
Kisses,
momoman
TTYL!
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