Cocklust

[Toblucky]

Holy shit man, these are amazing. I made the mistake of reading this at work, and now I'm standing at attention and about to bust open my pants!

 

[sheep]

I suspect your Scott isn't the only Scott to have an enormous ejaculation over vivid images pulled from a healthy active imagination

 

[Briacon429]

Holy shit man, these are amazing. I made the mistake of reading this at work, and now I'm standing at attention and about to bust open my pants!

You’re implying that’s a bad thing?

Seriously though, thanks so much! You didn’t mention how far you are in the story, but if you’re still in the early chapters, I hope you like what’s still to cum! Feel free to share details... that’s what this story is there for!

 

[Penislustz]

I love this series of stories. Really gets me aroused.

 

[Briacon429]

CHAPTER 32


Flynn and Jean-Jacques both asked for copies of our sex tape. Chad and I were flattered, but we told them no. After all, we’d always meant for that tape to stay private. Especially since Chad worked for a congressman, and wanted to build a career of his own, the last thing we needed was for that tape to get out.

Jean-Jacques was especially persistent. He said that even if he couldn’t have the tape, he’d still like to do a photo shoot or something. At one point he brought it up at the bar, right in front of the twins, who couldn’t resist the urge to pile on.

I have to admit Chad and I were tempted. Jean-Jacques kept showing us more of his work, and we both agreed he was a really good photographer. He seemed to have a particular eye for the male form— not that we were surprised. His models always looked really sexy, posing every which way, with the lighting just right. A lot of his best pictures weren’t even nudes; he could make a fully-clothed man look totally sensual. I found myself imagining how Chad would look through his camera lens, or how I might look for that matter.

At the end of the day, though, we knew it wasn’t for us. We had way too many other things going on in our lives, so we couldn’t spare long hours for a shoot. Besides, I felt like we didn’t need sexy pictures at all. I liked my Chad just the way he was, in the flesh, under regular lighting, and I just wanted him to feel the same way about me.

Before we knew it, the summer was almost over. It was probably a good thing too, because that was right around the time that the Collins divorce started heating up. In fact, it was getting downright nasty. Bill claimed Linda had kicked him to the curb right when he’d been hurt, when he needed her the most. Linda denied it; she said he’d turned her away, and that he’d cheated on her a bunch of times when he was overseas. That, in turn, was news to the rest of us, and we tried to gauge if it was true. The next thing we knew, Bill launched into Linda’s parenting and the way the kids had turned out. The pissing match got more vicious from there.

Chad tried to keep a stiff upper lip, but I could tell how much it bothered him. Despite all the sacrifices he’d made for his father, Bill made it sound like he hadn’t done a thing. Worse yet, Bill seemed to imply that Chad was fucked up, which was especially disappointing; I’d hoped we’d moved beyond Bill’s homophobia, but apparently we hadn’t.

It was almost a relief to go back to school and get away from that shit. It still hung over our heads, but in our tiny student apartment, it was just the two of us. We could at least try to pretend that our little world was the only one that mattered.

Living with Chad was bit of a new experience. I’d obviously gotten tastes of it before, but this was the first time we really had a place of our own. It did take some adjustment. For one thing, we had no privacy to speak of. It wasn’t that we needed it: after all, we were used to seeing each other naked, and we were well-versed in each other’s bodily functions. Still, it meant neither of us got much if any alone time. Our schedules were almost identical, even though our classes were different, so we usually left the house together. I might get a minute to myself if I was walking to a different building than he was; but that was basically it. Then we’d get back around the same time. Even when we were doing homework, with each of us working on a different assignment, we were never more than maybe ten feet apart.

That, in turn, made our personal tics much more glaring. Chad’s messiness still drove me crazy, especially now that we were in such tight quarters. I kept trying to help him get organized, but I never got very far. Eventually I decided this was part of who he was, and that I couldn’t change it about him. So I forced myself to get used to it.

One night I picked up an extra shift at Riedegost, so I left Chad home alone. When I got back, I walked in on him in the middle of a jack-off session. He was spread-eagled in our bed, naked as the day he was born, working a dildo in his ass with one hand and pounding his dick with the other.

“Woah,” I said. “Good evening.”

Chad slowed down his strokes. “Hey Babe.”

“Don’t let me stop you.”

“I didn’t say you were.”

My mouth watered as I took in the sight. Chad looked so fucking hot in that position. I couldn’t help eyeing the pre-cum on his dick, which I wanted to lap up. I also couldn’t help thinking of how far we’d come since Freshmen year; I remembered how my old roommate Dino had tried to jack off in secret, and so had I. I loved how Chad and I could be totally open about it.

“Care to join me?”

I couldn’t take my eyes off his cock. “I think you know the answer to that.”

“Well, what are you waiting for? Take your clothes off.”

I was about to comply, but then I decided to have fun with it. I put on some music and launched into a striptease.

“Holy shit,” Chad said as he watched. He still had his hand on his cock, and he was slowly massaging it.

I whipped off my shirt and threw it in a corner. I threw my head back, ran my hands down my chest, and started playing with my fly. Then I teased Chad some more: I turned my back to him and gyrated my butt.

“Yeah,” he said. “Show me that ass.”

I pulled my waistband down so that he could see my cleavage. I danced a little more, then undid my fly. I pulled down my pants and my underwear, but I still kept my back to him. Finally, when the music was right, I spun back around, and my package flopped into view.

Chad laughed. “Okay....”

“Are you saying you don’t like my dancing?”

“Let me put it this way,” he said. “I’m not dating you for your dancing skills. Now get over here.”

I got on the bed, and we stared making out. As we did, I put my hand on Chad’s cock. “I want that inside me....”

“Mm,” Chad whispered. “What if I want to be the one to bottom?”

“Well, if we’re not doing what Ryan and Marcos did....” I looked down at the dildo which was buried deep inside him. “Of course, you’ve already found a way to get some anal action....”

“I guess that’s one way to put it.”

“I have an idea,” I said, and I positioned my head over his dick. “Keep fucking yourself... and maybe we can both get what we want.”

Chad did as he was told: he shoved the dildo especially far up his hole, then started sliding it in and out. As he did, I took his dick in my mouth, and I started sucking away.

Fuck, that dick tasted awesome! I hadn’t blown him in a while, which had made me miss it that much more. Chad’s pre-cum smeared all over my tongue. He also had a little sweat on his skin, so I got to enjoy his salty savory flavor, and I tried to keep it on my taste buds as long as I could. I also savored the musky scent of his pubes, that familiar aroma that was completely unique to Chad.

“Oh shit,” he gasped as he gyrated his crotch. His rod thrust in and out of my mouth.

I tightened my lips around his shaft. I massaged his balls and tickled his ballsack. Then I ran my tongue around his mushroom tip, which was hard to do with his body moving so fast, but I managed.

“Fuck yeah,” he said. “That feels so good....”

I could tell he was getting close. I didn’t know how long he’d already been jacking off, but I knew how much he loved getting penetrated. I also knew what it meant when he started breathing especially heavy.

“Oh baby... oh fuck....”

I started sucking harder and harder, and faster and faster. I was slurping all over his cock. Then I felt his nutsack twitch, and his rod shuddered. The next thing I knew, his creamy cum was flooding my mouth.

Chad let out a bunch of quick gasps as his penis unloaded its contents. I couldn’t see much in the position I was in, but I could tell he was grabbing the bedsheets. Finally his orgasm started to subside, and he sank into the mattress. “Oh baby....”

I made sure to lap up every last sperm cell. It had been a while since I’d eaten Chad’s cum, and I’d almost forgotten how much I loved it. This time it was sweeter than usual— apparently thanks to the pineapple we’d had for breakfast— but I wasn’t complaining. It still had that salty taste that I relished, with just the right amount of tartness, and that soft light texture that felt so good on my tongue. I almost wanted to keep it all in my mouth, but I knew I couldn’t. Finally I gulped it down, and I felt its precious ingredients sliding down my throat.

“Fuck, that was awesome,” Chad said. “It’s a good thing you got home when you did.”

“At your service,” I replied.

Chad pulled the dildo from his ass. As soon as he did, I realized the dildo was actually mine. It was the one modeled from Chad’s cock.

“Wait a minute....”

“I admit it, I wanted to take it for a ride. I knew how hard it made you cum... so I wanted to see what that was like.”

“It’s cool,” I said. “Remember, I did it too, when you were in D.C.” I pointed at our drawer of sex toys. Chad’s dildo— the one modeled from my dick— was sitting in plain view.

“Care to show me?”

“What?”

“I mean, I can get you off however you want... but I’d love to see you get fucked by your own cock.”

I licked my lips. Part of me was embarrassed— or at least I would’ve been embarrassed under normal circumstances— but Chad had a way of making me feel comfortable and safe. “All right,” I said as I reached for Chad’s dildo

“You’re sure?”

“Yeah, why not?” I asked as I lubed myself up. “It’s been inside me before.”

Chad grinned. “How did it feel?”

“Fucking awesome.”

“So you know why I love that dick so much?” He stared down at my crotch. “Not that the dildo is as good as the original, but still.”

I laid back, spread my legs, and positioned the dildo over my hole. Then I slowly slid it inside me. “Fuck yeah....”

“You like how thick it is?” Chad asked. “Nice and meaty?”

I clenched my hole around the dildo I did like the way it opened me up. “Yeah....”

“You like how it curves around just a little?” He reached down and adjusted the dildo He clearly knew what he was doing; I felt a jolt of pleasure as he made it hit my prostate.

“Ooh yeah....”

“I fucking love it too,” he said, and with that, he took my real dick in his mouth.

I threw my head back, and I savored the feeling of both my ass and my cock getting worked. Chad let me take the lead on the dildo since was busy with my shaft, but he did guide me here and there. After all, he knew more about taking that dick than I did.

“Mm,” was all he could say. He rubbed my taint as he sucked away, all in perfect synchronization.

I knew I wasn’t going to last long, so I didn’t even try. I just relaxed and enjoyed the ride.

Chad sped up, and he tightened his lips around my shaft. Then he adjusted the dildo to hit my prostate again. And again.

My body was practically roiling in ecstasy. I let out a groan— which I could barely control— and I felt my muscles seize up. Then I felt my cum shoot through my cock, and I pumped my juices down Chad’s throat.

“Mm,” he said again as he swallowed. He kept sucking till my dick stopped convulsing. Then he flicked his tongue along the underside of my shaft, and he gave me a whole series of kisses: he slowly went from my piss slit to my ballsack and back. “Fuck, I love that cock....”

I pulled Chad’s face closer to mine. “I love yours too,” I said, “and I love what it does to me.” I could still taste his cum in my mouth, and I could smell my own cum on his. I pressed my lips against Chad’s, which sent at least some of our juices mixing together.

A big part of me wanted to fuck, but before I could say anything, Chad’s dildo popped out of my ass. I didn’t want to make a mess, so I forced myself to get up and wash it. While I was at it, I washed my own dildo too. As I did, I found myself thinking about what we’d just done, and I figured it meant we had no boundaries left. After all, if we were living together, not just having sex, but also openly jacking off around each other— either with or without sex toys— it was hard to see how much closer we could get.

When I got back to the bed, Chad had already made himself comfortable, and he was falling asleep. I decided not to angle for more sex. Instead, I just joined him under the covers, and I wrapped my naked body around his. I couldn’t help savoring his warm bare skin against mine. Even my innards felt unusually pleasurable, probably thanks to Chad’s cum, since it was making its way through my body.

I just laid here, holding my man, while we both fell asleep. It seemed like the most comfortable, most relaxing feeling in the world.

That semester turned out to be less busy than we thought, partly because our fraternity was gone. With our extra time, we got more involved with Wildcat Pride, and we got to know a lot of cool people. It was kind of a turnaround for Chad, considering how self-conscious he’d used to be. Even a semester before, there was no way I could’ve gotten him interested in a full-blown queer group. But now that we’d spent so much time in Hillcrest, he seemed to appreciate being around other people like us. Not that we had a problem with straight stuff, or that other people had a problem with us; it was just cool being around other like-minded people.

The difference was especially clear on homecoming weekend. In our old world, we would’ve spent that weekend throwing a big party, along with the other fraternities on the Row, and we would’ve gotten totally blitzed. But this year, homecoming fell on National Coming Out Day, so the parade organizers decided to feature Pride. Our group ended up near the front of the parade, right behind the marching band, with rainbow flags all around us.

As Chad and I marched, I couldn’t help thinking of my own coming out. I remembered how I’d told my mom not to advertise it; I’d even said I didn’t need to wave a rainbow flag. Yet here I was, parading down the street with my boyfriend at my side, rainbow flag and all.

We started chatting with the other marchers, and we started sharing our coming-out stories. Everyone seemed to have had a different experience. Bella had actually come out twice: she’d originally considered herself a gay guy, but she’d always wanted to be a girl, which had spurred her to come out as trans. Her family had been pretty weirded out by it, and they still weren’t sure about it. O’Mac was on the opposite end of the spectrum: he and his family had always known he was gay, so he’d never come out at all.

About halfway down the parade route, I saw some of our old fraternity brothers: Shane, Hunter, Drew, Ryan, and Marcos. I almost wanted to invite them to join us, since they were all gay or bi or whatever. Then again, I wasn’t sure if Shane and Drew were officially out, and I didn’t want to put them on the spot. Chad and I just waved at them, and we shouted a few frat-boy taunts back and forth.

Afterward, most of us Pride marchers went to the game, except for O’Mac, who apparently had a hot date. Chad was the only one of us dudes who really cared about the game, though some of the lesbians did too. For the rest of us, it was just an excuse to hang out. I mostly enjoyed the eye candy, between the muscular guys on the field, the shirtless boys covered in body paint, and the other jocks who’d shown up to watch.

I texted Ryan to see if he and the others wanted to do something later. We hadn’t hung out with him and Marcos since the Fourth of July, and we hadn’t talked to the others since spring. Ryan texted back right away. Apparently he and the other guys were in the crowd too, though Ryan wasn’t watching the game either. Ordinarily he wouldn’t have gone, except Marcos insisted. We agreed to meet up at halftime.

I was just putting away my phone when I saw O’Mac stomping toward us. He was visibly pissed.

“Bad date?” Chad asked.

“No date,” O’Mac said. “The asshole stood me up. He kept me waiting there for half an hour. Now he’s ghosting me.”

“Shit, I’m sorry.”

“I hate men.”

“If it makes you feel any better,” I said, “I don’t think straight people have it any easier. Just ask my sister.”

O’Mac snorted. “What’s her story?”

“She seems successful and all— she’s starting at Columbia Law School— but she’s totally unhappy with her love life. Or lack thereof.”

“Columbia?” O’Mac said. “My brother goes there.”

“If he’s single,” I said, “not to mention straight—”

“Yeah I guess... butstraight people still have it easier. Look at how much bigger their dating pool is. I don’t know how you two did it— meeting someone and all.”

“I mean, it hasn’t always been easy.”

“Still,” he said, “you’ve obviously done better than me. These Grindr hookups are getting fucking old.”

Just then, our quarterback caught a forward pass. He raced for the end zone, and the crowd let out a roar, but then he got tackled.

I had to wait for the cheers to die down. “You’ll find somebody,” I said. “I mean, I met Chad when I wasn’t even looking. Funny how that works.”

O’Mac crossed his arms. “I don’t think I’m that lucky,” he said.

When halftime rolled around, our old friends came by, and we introduced them to the others. Outwardly, we probably looked like any other dudes hanging out at the game. But for anyone listening closely, it was a hell of a conversation.

Ryan and Marcos announced they were coming out as polyamorous. They’d started dating Drew, so they were officially a throuple. I probably did a double-take when they said it; I could tell Chad was surprised too, though he did a good job of hiding it. I definitely hadn’t seen that coming, though Ryan and Marcos had never been exclusive.

I congratulated all three of them, but I had to resist the urge to ask a lot of questions. I’d never known anyone who was openly “poly”— which was the word they used— so I couldn’t help wondering how a throuple would work. I was also tempted to ask if this meant they still had an open relationship, or if was it just the three of them now. I was especially curious about what it was like for Drew in particular, since he was getting into an existing relationship, if that was really the right way to put it.

Anyway, I couldn’t find a tactful way to ask that stuff, so I just bit my lip. I got the sense that it was new to all three of them, so even they were just starting to figure things out. I didn’t want to make things weird, so I just acted casual. I told myself if that was what that they wanted, more power to them.

It turned out they weren’t the only ones trying new things. Shane was trying to figure out if he was more into girls or guys or a combination of both. Apparently he’d been questioning himself since that spring, when he’d gotten his first taste of man sex. He’d dated a girl over the summer, but it hadn’t worked out. Now he said he was up for whatever.

“That’s cool,” Chad said. “You’ll never know what you like till you try it.”

“I guess,” Shane replied. “What was it like for you guys?”

“What do you mean?”

“How long did it take to figure out you were... you know....”

“Gay?” Chad looked at me, then looked back at Shane. “I probably knew years ago, I just didn’t want to admit it. It was once I met Scott....”

“Oh come on,” I said.

“Dude, it’s the truth. You know I came out to my family for you.”

I bit my lip. I did feel kind of flattered, but I also felt guilty. After all, Chad’s coming-out had made a lot of waves in his parents in particular, and it had sparked a lot of the drama we were dealing with now. I didn’t like the thought of me being responsible for that, even just a little. But I didn’t say a word.

“For me,” Hunter said, “it wasn’t hard to figure out I was bi. I lost my virginity to a girl, but then I hooked up with a guy, and I liked them both.”

“Hm,” Shane said. “You make it sound so simple.”

“It’s cool,” Hunter said. “Nobody’s breathing down your neck. Take your time.”

When the game started up again, most of the others went back to their seats, but Shane stuck around to pick our brains. Eventually he and O’Mac started chatting, and the next thing I knew, they were laughing and joking like they’d known each other for years.

It wasn’t hard to see where that was going. Sure enough, the two of them ended up going home together that night. By the time the weekend was over, Shane was showing up in O’Mac’s Instagram feed, and we knew it was just a matter of time before it went on from there.

Ironically, just as our friends’ relationships were starting to blossom, the relationship between Chad’s parents was getting worse and worse. By that point, Linda and Bill weren’t talking at all; they were leaving it to their lawyers to duke it out in court. Along the way, Chad and I learned more about divorces than we ever wanted to know. Most of the family’s money came from Linda’s side, especially the inheritance she’d gotten from her parents. Still, California was a community-property state, so Bill had a strong stake in it, and he was not shy about sending his attorney after her. Chad thought that was an asshole move, since Bill had never cared about money before. At the same time, Linda wasn’t playing nice either. She went after Bill’s security clearance, which basically meant going after his livelihood.

Both of us worried about what this meant for Chad, especially if his parents stopped supporting him financially. Chad had no idea how he’d pay his own tuition; even smaller expenses like Seth and Claire’s wedding stressed him out. Aside from Chad’s ill-fated basketball scholarship, he’d never applied for financial aid, partly because he’d assumed he wouldn’t need it. I gave him some tips from my end, I scheduled him an appointment with a counselor, and I tried to tell him we’d figure it out. Still, I had quite a few sleepless nights of my own. I didn’t want to be away from him again, nor did I want him to miss another semester; most of all, I worried it could get in the way of his own goals.

We did our best to steer clear of the drama. Among other things, we decided to stay on campus for the holidays. We told our families we were too busy to get away, but the truth was, we just wanted time to ourselves. We knew the other students would clear out— along with professors and everybody else— so we’d have practically the whole town to ourselves. At that point, that was what we really needed. I felt like I needed to enjoy all the time with Chad that I could, knowing how precious it was.

I particularly remember when I woke up on my birthday. When I opened my eyes, Chad was sitting beside me with a cake in his hands. Both he and I were naked, since we’d basically stopped wearing clothes whenever we were home alone.

Chad didn’t wait for me to say anything. He just planted a kiss on my lips. Then he whispered: “Happy Birthday sexy.”

I kissed him back. “Hm,” I said, “you didn’t need to do this. I really don’t need anything—”

“I know that... but I wanted to.”

“Babe,” I said, “we keep talking about saving money, so if we’re really serious—”

“I don’t think a birthday cake is gonna break the bank.”

“I know but....” I let my words trail off; then I sighed. “This is really nice of you. Thanks.”

“It’s what I’m here for,” he said.

I kissed him again, and as I did, I put my arms around him. I still couldn’t get over how safe I felt whenever our bodies were pressed against each other.

Chad flicked his tongue across my lips. “Now,” he said, “I know you’re not a morning person, so if you want to stay in bed, it’s cool. But I did make a full pot of coffee... just the way you like it.”

“Seriously?”

“I’m not new at this,” he said.

I pulled him closer to me, traced my fingers down his spine, then gripped his bare butt. “You know,” I said, “this is the cake I really want.”

“I think that can be arranged,” he said. He looked down at my cock, which was standing at attention. He reached over, grabbed a handful of birthday cake, and smeared it on his ass. Then he brought his hand to my mouth, and he let me lick off the frosting.

“Mm,” I said as I sucked his fingertips. “You do know what you’re doing.”

Chad smiled and kissed me again. Then he got on all fours and offered me his cake-covered ass.

I couldn’t resist the urge to give in. I ran my tongue and my lips across his butt cheeks, and I ate the cake off his skin. I made my way up to his dimples, toyed with them for a second, then made my way down on the other side. I nibbled on his scrumptious muscular masculine glutes. Slowly but surely, I made my way toward his buttcrack, teasing him as long as I could. Finally I pulled his cheeks open and stuck my face inside.

“Oh shit,” he whispered, barely loud enough to hear.

I lapped up the last bits of cake, and I worshiped the anatomy underneath. Chad’s pucker was even tastier than ever. I savored his juicy flesh against my tongue; I caressed his ultra-delicate skin, and I traced the tiny folds that all pointed toward his hole. I felt his sphincter twitch ever so slightly, which got me that much more excited. I put my fingers on his taint, and I was tempted to make my way down to his ballsack, which hung tantalizingly underneath. But I held back, and I just gave his butt a nice slap.

“Do you want to fuck me?” he asked.

“I’m not done yet,” I said. “I want to have some more fun with this.”

“Baby,” he groaned as I licked him some more, “we can do whatever you want....”

I got up for a second, grabbed some more birthday cake, and plopped back down on the bed. Then I smeared the cake across my chest and my abs. “There,” I said, “now it’s your turn.”

Chad licked his lips. “Hell yeah,” he said.

I closed my eyes and leaned back into my pillow. I felt Chad’s tongue tickling my skin, gently at first, then more and more intensely, as he ate the cake and frosting off my pecs. He made a point of playing with my nipples, and he did it just the way I liked it, which made my nerves quiver with pleasure. “Oh shit,” was all I could say.

Chad’s lips made their way down to my midriff. He circled around my bellybutton, then stuck his tongue inside. He took a few more crumbs into his mouth, all without using his hands; he seemed to hold off swallowing as long as he could, but then I heard a familiar gulp. A second later, I felt him going further down my treasure trail, till he was right at the base of my cock.

“C’mere,” I said as I opened my eyes.

“What?”

I grabbed another handful of birthday cake, reached down, and gripped his cock and balls. Chad’s shaft felt right at home in my hands, and I was tempted to stroke it, but I didn’t. I just coated his penis with frosting and cake; then I brought my hand to Chad’s mouth, and I made him lick it clean.

“Mm,” he said again.

I didn’t need to tell him what to do next. Chad kissed the palm of my hand, then nibbled on my fingers. As he did it, he positioned his crotch right in front of my face, which was right where I wanted it. I put my hands back on his butt cheeks, and without another word, I guided his rod into my mouth.

Chad let out a little gasp. “Fuck....”

I took him all the way into my throat, till my nose was touching his crotch. My taste buds were going haywire between the sweetness of the frosting, to the saltiness of his pre-cum, to the mustiness of his sweat, to all the flavors in between. The rest of my mouth was savoring the different textures of his body, from his supple cockhead to his hard meaty shaft to his hairy yet well-trimmed pubes. Chad was basically a smorgasbord of my manly desires.

I went to town on Chad’s dick, sucking it as hard as I could, slurping up every last bit of cake along the way. As I did, I fondled his ballsack, which I knew he’d enjoy. I almost wanted to send him over the edge, but I forced myself not to.

Finally I took my mouth off of his cock. “I want you to fuck me,” I said.

“Are you sure?” he asked. “It’s your birthday... I mean, I figured I’d be the one putting out—”

“I want you to make me your bitch,” I said, “the same way I did to you.”

Chad looked right in my eyes. He clearly knew I meant business. He raised his eyebrows and nodded; then he reached for our lube.

I rolled over and got on all fours. I made a point of spreading my legs, sticking my ass in the air, and offering him my pucker. I was craving Chad’s cock in me— I fucking needed it more than I could say— and I wanted to make sure he knew it.

A second later, I felt the tip of his dick against my boyhole. I was dying for him to go inside me, but I didn’t say a thing. Then, slowly but surely, his cock opened up my sphincter and made its way inside.

“Yeah,” I said as I savored the feeling of him filling me up. I wanted to tell him to go faster, but a big part of me dug the way he was taking his time. It seemed to take forever before I felt his pubes on my ass— the same pubes that had been in my face just seconds before.

“Uh-huh,” Chad said as he started his thrusts. “Take that fucking cock.”

“Give to to me,” was all I could say.

“Fucking beg for it.”

“Oh fuck... baby I love your dick so much—”

“Yeah?”

“Fuck yeah....”

Chad put his hand on my mouth. At first I wanted to resist, but then I realized it was turning me on. I couldn’t even see what he was doing, since he was fucking me doggy-style; but I wasn’t about to complain. I needed him to ravage me, to have his way with me, to show my ass no mercy. Chad didn’t disappoint: he pounded me faster and faster, harder and harder. It was almost like an out-of-body experience. I probably would’ve screamed if I could.

Chad slowed down his thrusts, then paused for a minute. He kissed the back of my neck, then made his way between my shoulder blades. Then he took his hand off my mouth and started caressing my body: my ribs, my hips, my thighs. I wanted to beg him to fuck me harder, but I knew what he was doing. He didn’t want to cum too fast, and I was not about to argue— especially being his bitch and all.

Chad pulled out of my ass, which made me crave him that much more. Before I could force him to get back in, he flipped me over so I was lying on my back. “There,” he said. “I want to look in your eyes while I fuck you.”

I wasn’t about to argue with that. I just laid there as submissively as I could while he got into position. I felt his dick poke around my taint, looking for its home. Then it found my boyhole, and it slid back inside.

Chad laid flat on top of me, so our whole bodies were grinding against each other. He kissed the edge of my jaw, then made his way over to my lips. “You’re so fucking hot,” he said.

“So are you,” I said, just before our mouths clamped together, and Chad’s tongue wrapped around mine. I couldn’t form another word, and I frankly didn’t want to. I just moaned as I surrendered to my man’s iron grip.

Chad thrust into me, deeper and deeper. His manhood felt so good in me, giving me just what I needed, pleasuring me in a way nothing else ever could. I wrapped my arms and legs around his back, and I clutched him tight as if my life depended on it. I loved that feeling of our bodies intertwined, when even I could barely tell where he ended and I began. I was determined to enjoy every second, since I knew it wouldn’t last.

I felt a sudden pang of anxiety, but I tried to ignore it. The last thing I wanted was to think of our problems right then. Not in the middle of such a great fuck.

Chad’s breathing started to sound different. I recognized that timbre, though I’d only heard it a few times before: like when he’d first confessed his feelings for me, or when he’d left me to take care of his dad. I suddenly realized he was as nervous as I was, and he too was trying to hide it.

We hadn’t stopped making out, so I locked my lips around his, harder than ever before. Then I broke off the kiss and looked right in his eyes. “I’m not going anywhere,” I said.

“What?”

“I can tell what you’re thinking,” I said, “but you’re my fucking world. And that’s not gonna change.”

Chad slowed down his thrusts, then finally stopped. “Baby....” He blinked, then cleared his throat.

“I mean it,” I said as I ran my hands through his hair. “You don’t need to plan your life based on what your parents do. And you don’t need to uproot yourself over and over. I mean, I get that’s how you were raised, but....”

“What are you saying?”

I paused for a second before answering. I was worried I might’ve killed the moment, but Chad’s dick was still inside me, and it was as rock-hard as ever. “I’m saying you don’t need to worry about losing me. I’ll be with you as long as you’ll have me.”

Chad leaned down, and we went back to making out. This time it felt different, with even more feeling than before. Our kiss was fervent but tender, jittery but relieved, horny but affectionate, somehow all at the same time.

After a few moments, I pulled back just far enough to whisper in Chad’s ear. “You know what?” I said softly. “Being with you is the best birthday present of all.”

Chad responded just the way I’d hoped. He slowly gyrated his body, and he started thrusting back into me. As he did, he looked right in my eyes, and he watched how I responded.

I was determined to pleasure him too, so I swiveled my hips around, and I worked his dick with my ass. I tightened my sphincter around his shaft, then relaxed it, then tightened it again. I was basically milking his cock.

We both gazed at each other while we made love. All of our sensations seemed heightened, between the warm feeling in my chest, the adrenaline in my veins, and everything else; and I could tell Chad felt the same way. It felt so good, I wanted to keep it going forever.

Chad’s dick hit my prostate, and the ecstasy ricocheted through my body. My mouth dropped open, and I had to force myself not to scream. But I still kept my eyes locked on Chad’s.

Chad shifted his lower body so his abs rubbed harder against my cock. It felt like he was jacking me off, except he was doing it with his crotch. I knew I wouldn’t last long in that state, so I didn’t even try.

My balls were already boiling by that point. Then Chad hit my prostate again, then again, till I was past the point of no return. My muscles convulsed as the pleasure overtook me, and I started shooting my load.

My spasming hole seemed to send Chad over the edge. His breaths got really deep, and he made that face that I loved so much, where his eyes rolled back in his head. Then he yelled “oh baby” just as I felt his dick shudder inside me. Then, at long last, he filled my ass with cum.

“Yeah,” I said as I tried to catch my breath.

Chad finished thrusting, and he plopped down on top of me. “I love you so much....”

“I love you too,” I said; then we kissed one more time.

Finally Chad pulled out of me, and he reached for the last of the birthday cake. My cum had splattered on both of our bodies, and a few drops of Chad’s were dripping from his cockhead. Without saying a word, he used the cake to mop up both of our loads; then we ate it together. It made for the tastiest birthday cake I’d ever had.

After we finished, we snuggled up against each other. We didn’t say a word, because we didn’t need to. We just laid in bed and enjoyed the afterglow.

I couldn’t help thinking of what we’d just said during sex. We’d obviously been in the heat of the moment, but I’d meant what I said. I wanted to plan our lives together, just the two of us, without regard for anyone else. I’d also meant the part about how Chad could have me as long as he wanted me. I tried to gauge if Chad felt the same way.

I mused that I’d gotten a pretty good idea of what life with Chad was like. I knew full well how complicated he was, and how he could exasperate the hell out of me sometimes, to say nothing of his hot mess of a family. Even so, I had a ton of feelings for him that I’d never had for anyone before. Even after being together as long as we had, I was still every bit as into him as the day we’d first met— both sexually and otherwise.

I looked at Chad’s desk, where Seth and Clare’s wedding invitation lay out in the open. I tried to imagine what had spurred those two to get engaged. Had they talked about it beforehand? How long had they been together? Most importantly of all, how did they know they were doing the right thing?

Chad could clearly tell something was up. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Nothing’s wrong,” I said as I laid my head on his chest. “Far from it.” I tried to act normal, but my mind was already going in all sorts of directions. It felt like the cat was out of the bag: once I thought of the idea of proposing, I couldn’t seem to let it go. My brain kept bringing me back to the same basic question.

What if...?


To be continued....

 

[Kyanimal]

Brian! Dude! Just ... Fucking ... WOW! You've totally outdone yourself with this latest chapter, bud! And, it's Way more than the Awesome sex! DAMN!

HUGS and Thank You!!
Chaz

 

[Kyanimal]

P.S.
I had intended to mention something that may be of a bit of interest. Guess I was maybe, perhaps, possibly, slightly distracted by a certain birthday cake ...

One of my college buds was from a fairly wealthy family. We both shared the problem of not being able to escape our last names in our home states. That was for very different reasons, and I certainly didn't have anywhere near his kind of money. Still, we sorta bonded over our ingrained efforts to fly under the public's radar. That wasn't always successful even given where we were.

He decided to go on to law school in a state even further away. I remember hearing from him when one of the case studies assigned to his class was his parents' divorce, which had happened years before.

 

[Briacon429]

Brian! Dude! Just ... Fucking ... WOW! You've totally outdone yourself with this latest chapter, bud! And, it's Way more than the Awesome sex! DAMN!

HUGS and Thank You!!
Chaz

P.S.
I had intended to mention something that may be of a bit of interest. Guess I was maybe, perhaps, possibly, slightly distracted by a certain birthday cake ...

One of my college buds was from a fairly wealthy family. We both shared the problem of not being able to escape our last names in our home states. That was for very different reasons, and I certainly didn't have anywhere near his kind of money. Still, we sorta bonded over our ingrained efforts to fly under the public's radar. That wasn't always successful even given where we were.

He decided to go on to law school in a state even further away. I remember hearing from him when one of the case studies assigned to his class was his parents' divorce, which had happened years before.

Thanks Chaz!

I agree, money doesn’t buy happiness, and I don’t want to sugarcoat that. I didn’t grow up with money myself, but I did date a few who did, and it was a hell of a lot more complicated than I’d expected. I can’t imagine what that must’ve been like for your buddy, having to study his own parents’ divorce. I hope you never got put in a position like that yourself!

Oh, and btw... no worries if you were distracted. That’s part of the fun!

 

[Kyanimal]

I hope you never got put in a position like that yourself!

No, thank goodness. My bud's class wasn't studying his parents' divorce because it was his parents. Given the fortunes involved from both sides, and some underlying factors, the battles between the teams of high power legal beagles had managed to set a few precedents. Fame of any kind has its pitfalls.

The divorce had happened during his pre and early teens. By the time it had become a study assignment, in law schools all over, his parents were not only back on speaking terms, but were also friends again. In fact, he learned some things he hadn't had a clue about even though he vividly remembered living through it. His prof also made it very clear to everyone that my friend was NOT part of the discussion.

I've been finding your story fascinating from the different perspectives of Scott and Chad, how they each relate to the world around them, as well as to each other, and the families involved. I can see your own experiences in such diverse realms coming through, and can relate in my own ways. Good job!

 

[Briacon429]

CHAPTER 33

Seth and Claire’s wedding was at an old-school Louisiana plantation. Apparently Claire was a Southern girl; she didn’t have an accent, but that part of the country clearly had a place in her heart. The venue was almost like something out of Gone With the Wind, a big stately country house surrounded by oak trees and Spanish moss. It clearly had a lot of history, though I bet a lot of that history wasn’t as flattering as they let on.

Chad and I had spent months saving up for the trip. We knew we couldn’t rely on Chad’s parents, so I’d picked up a lot of extra shifts at the bar. Chad was doing lots of political stuff, but it didn’t usually pay well, so he’d also picked up gigs as a personal trainer. It also helped to be living together, since our bills were practically split in half.

I had to admit, I felt a little out of place on that guest list. The wedding was very fancy-schmanzy, and I’d only met Seth and Claire that once. Of course, Chad had known Seth a lot longer, and he knew that crowd way better than I did. I did recognize how many movers and shakers would be there, and I wanted to be extra mindful of what it could mean for Chad’s career.

Chad and I made sure to dress extra nice. He seemed to already know the drill: his mom had dragged him to plenty of black-tie events, especially those military fundraisers of hers. Chad actually had a selection of tuxes to choose from, and he knew how to tie a bow tie and everything. As for me, I had no idea what I was doing. I just rented a tux, the same way I’d done for my high school prom, and I let Chad tell me what to do from there.

Just before we stepped outside, we both looked in the mirror. I’ve gotta admit, we’d cleaned up pretty nice. Chad looked really sexy, in a dapper James Bond sort of way. He had every hair in place, and his shoes were impeccably polished— to the point that I could almost see my reflection— while his clothes were perfectly tailored to his body. I could only hope that I looked half as good as he did.

The ceremony was out in the garden, by an old gazebo. When we got there, a woman was playing the violin, and flower petals were scattered all over the place. It was almost over-the-top, but I couldn’t help getting caught up in the moment. In the back of my mind, I wondered what it would be like if Chad and I were the ones walking down the aisle. It wasn’t that I was a hopeless romantic— especially now that I’d seen the nastiness of his parents’ divorce— but still.

I got an even bigger case of the feels when Seth and Claire took their vows. On the surface, there didn’t seem to be much to it: they used the same words I’d heard at any number of weddings. Even so, when the minister said to repeat after him, in my mind I kept hearing Chad’s voice.

“I, Claire Nicole DuPre, take thee, Seth Aaron Fisher....”

I, Chad Matthew Collins, take thee, Scott Bradley Harrington....

I knew it was just in my head, but it still sent adrenaline through me. I couldn’t imagine what it would be like to hear those words in real life.

Of course the minister didn’t miss a beat: “... to be my lawfully wedded husband...”

The word “husband” seemed to throw me. I’d never once thought of Chad that way, even after the years we’d been together. Boyfriend, yes. Lover, yes. Partner, possibly. But husband? It just sounded so— I dunno— official.

“... to have and to hold, from this day forward....”

I looked over at Chad. He didn’t seem to react; he just stared at the gazebo.

“... for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health....”

The words kept echoing in my mind. I felt like I was just starting to understand what they meant.

“... to love and to cherish, till death do us part.”

Some of the bridesmaids were crying. One girl blew her nose in a particularly unromantic toot; then she let out an even louder honk that could’ve been used to guide ships through the fog. The maid of honor let off a snort, which was clearly unintentional. Chad and I had to force ourselves not to laugh, and I bet a lot of other guests did too.

Once the vows were over, the minister of course declared them husband and wife, they shared a kiss, and everybody clapped. Then the music started up again, they proceeded down the aisle, and the real party started.

When we went indoors for cocktails, we ran into Tony, the guy we’d met at Seth’s office. He was there with his husband Craig.

“Oh hi!” Tony said to Chad. “Long time no see.”

“Hey,” Chad replied, and we all shook each other’s hands.

“How’s your father doing? Is he here?”

Chad seemed caught off guard. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Seth was telling us about him. Is it true he’s moving to Reston?”

I was worried this could spoil the mood, but Chad took it in stride. After all, these guys had ultimately met because of Bill. “I-I mean, he’s weighing his options,” Chad said. “He’s still dealing with his recovery, so... he’s gotta take it easy.”

That was a political answer if I’d ever heard one. Chad hadn’t talked to his father in months, so we hardly had a clue about what Bill was up to. At one point Pam had texted to say he wouldn’t be at the wedding— since he’d been invited too— but that was about it.

I wanted to change the subject, and I suddenly remembered how these guys were among the first gay-married couples we’d ever met. I was tempted to ask them about that, but I forced myself not to. I didn’t want to tip my hand to Chad, at least not at that point.

It was just as well. Chad basically wanted to talk shop, and the other guys went along with it. They started throwing out so much jargon that I could barely follow what they were saying. But Chad was clearly enjoying himself, and I knew how much this stuff meant to him. So I just stood there, smiling and nodding and sipping my drink.

I couldn’t help noticing when Congressman Wheeler made his way through the crowd. He acted like he was walking a rope line, shaking hands and making small talk. He was clearly a pro at this, and he made it look natural. So did his wife, who was trailing behind him. I found myself wondering if Chad would be like that someday, and if so, whether I’d be the one trailing behind him.

A couple of ditzy bridesmaids walked up beside me. They were both going on about the decorations. “These arrangements are so cute!” one girl was saying.

“I know,” the other replied. “Claire had the idea when we were ten. Don’t you love it?”

I had to resist the urge to roll my eyes. Having grown up with Amy, I knew it wasn’t unusual for girls to start planning their weddings as kids. But as a guy, I could hardly imagine giving it serious thought. I was pretty sure gay weddings were different, but I wasn’t exactly an expert on the topic; I’d never actually been to a gay wedding myself.

Eventually I went to the bathroom, which was the closest thing I had to alone time. While I was on the toilet, I got on my phone and pulled up Vitruvian Men, which was still my gay website of choice. I checked to see if its forums talked about gay marriage, and sure enough, they did. A lot of the posts were from Nick and Jay, the YouTubers I’d connected with before.

I immediately started writing them a note. I hadn’t talked to Nick and Jay in over a year, but I figured that could be a good thing: it meant they could be honest with me, without any biases getting in the way. Not to mention the fact that they didn’t know Chad, so there was no risk of him getting wind of it.

I was still trying to formulate my thoughts when an ad popped up. Apparently Vitruvian Men knew where I was: it advertised a jack-off party nearby, which it said was one of the biggest in the South.

“Excuse me,” came a voice.

I jumped and tried to hide my phone. Then I realized the voice was just coming from a speaker.

“We’d like to invite everyone to come back outside, where dinner will be served.”

I stood up from the toilet and pulled up my pants. By then my dick had gotten really hard. The thought of jacking off sounded awesome, but I told myself I’d need to wait at least a few hours. I stuffed my boner in my tux, zipped up my fly, and tried to hide my horniness as best I could.

Of course Chad picked up on it regardless. He didn’t say anything, especially since we were in front of mixed company, but he clearly knew what was up. When we sat down to dinner, I noticed he’d developed a boner of his own— though he was trying to be as discreet as I was.

We sat through what seemed like an awful lot of speeches. Seth’s brother made fun of him, after which Claire’s mom gave a weepy talk, and a parade of friends and relatives threw in their two cents.

Chad and I exchanged glances. He seemed as impatient as I was. As good as he looked in that tux, I couldn’t help wanting to peel it off of him. I imagined pulling off his bow tie, then undoing his vest. I wasn’t sure if I’d rather unbutton his shirt by starting at the bottom and working my way up, or doing it the other way around.

I suddenly felt Chad’s hand on my lap. I couldn’t see anything, since our tablecloth covered everything under our waists. Even so, there were a bunch of other people sitting right beside us, and I didn’t want them to know I was getting felt up. Slowly but surely, Chad’s hand made its way toward my crotch. He didn’t go inside my pants, but he didn’t need to. His touch felt just as good through the fabric, as he started caressing my shaft.

I wanted to return the favor, so I discreetly reached under the table. It only took me a second to find his dick, and it was just as engorged as I’d hoped. I was dying to see that cock in action. I wanted to watch him jack off; I imagined his ballsack bouncing up and down, the way it always did, while he pounded his pud. I craved that soft smacking sound, overlaid with those groans and grunts that he made when he was getting close.

Maybe it’s a good thing the speeches went on for so long. It meant we didn’t need to talk to the people around us— because I don’t think we could’ve kept a straight face. By the time the dancing started, we were so turned on that I was worried about creaming my pants. We forced ourselves to take our hands off each other, sit back, and wait for our boners to die down.

The party went on well into the night. I could tell Chad wanted to leave, but he stuck around for appearances’ sake. When we finally did head out, the moon was almost right overhead. We were staying nearby, in a quaint little place overlooking a bayou, but we barely made it back. Chad was a little tipsy, and he spent the whole Uber ride staring longingly at my crotch— and I knew what that meant.

The moment we stepped in our room, and we shut the door behind us, he stuck his hand down my pants.

“Fuck,” he said, “I need this dick so bad....”

I wasn’t about to stop him. “It’s all yours baby.”

Chad got on his knees and opened my fly. Without missing a beat, he took my dick in his eager hungry mouth.

“Oh shit,” I said as I felt his lips tighten around my shaft.

“Mm,” Chad mumbled. He was clearly relishing this. It was a hell of a sight, with him still dressed up, looking all fancy and formal while he sucked away. Chad pulled my pants about an inch further down, so he could fondle my balls. His own dick was clearly straining in his pants. I thought I saw a spot of pre-cum soak through, but it was hard to tell, with the black tux and all.

I was still standing up, but I couldn’t complain, not with the waves of pleasure rippling through me. I just let my mouth hang open while I enjoyed the ride.

Chad worked my cock and balls as if his life depended on it. He ran his tongue in circles, then flicked it back and forth, while he kept sucking harder and harder. As he did, he used his hands to heighten the experience, caressing me one moment, then squeezing me the next, always with just the right amount of pressure. He made me feel so good that I had to force myself not to cum.

I heard a moan through the walls, and I realized we weren’t the only hotel guests going at it. I tried to gauge if the others had come from the wedding too. I knew weddings were well-suited to hookups, and I was sure plenty of others were as horny as we were. Come to think of it, Seth and Claire could be fooling around themselves, it being their wedding night and all.

Chad took his mouth off my cock. “Fuck me,” he said. Then he turned around, yanked down his pants, and offered me his bare ass.

“Oh hell yeah,” I said. I reached for our toiletries, and I greased up his hole. I teased him a little as I did it, dabbing at his pucker, savoring the feeling of his flesh against my fingers.

“Fuck, I love you,” he said, “and I love you in my butt.”

“I love you too,” I said as I got into position, pressed my cockhead against him, then made my way inside.

“Oh yeah... oh shit....”

I slid the rest of the way in, till my pubes were pressed against his cheeks. His hole was nice and tight, which sent tingles up my dick. I thrust in and out while Chad worked his ass, massaging my shaft with his sphincter, just the way I liked it.

So there we were, two guys in tuxedos, fucking away. We still had our shoes on and everything, and we hadn’t even started unbuttoning our shirts. But we were so into it that we didn’t want to stop.

I still couldn’t get over how lucky I was. I kept thinking how Chad was so fucking sexy, not to mention incredible in bed. I was sure he could’ve had any guy he wanted, especially seeing how Flynn and Jean-Jacques had lusted after him. Yet for some reason, which I still didn’t really understand, Chad was with me.

“Oh god, don’t stop... god, I love getting fucked....”

“You can get this dick anytime you want it.”

“You promise?”

“Yeah,” I said as I pounded him harder.

“Oh fuck,” he said. “It’s my fucking dream dick....”

Those words made me want to ravage him that much more. I wanted to make out with him, but in that position I couldn’t.

“Give it to me deeper,” he gasped. “I want it all inside me....”

“Then let’s do this,” I said as I pulled out of him, yanked his pants down the rest of the way, and undid his shoes. Then I pulled everything off, so he was naked from the waist down.

Now, at long last, Chad could properly spread his legs. He rolled over on his back— still wearing his vest and his jacket— and his gorgeous cock and balls flopped into view. I wanted to play with his package, but Chad had other ideas. He looked right in my eyes as he gripped my dick and guided it into his mancunt.

I started pumping again, and I leaned down to kiss him. I still couldn’t get over the feeling of his lips massaging mine, or his tongue exploring my mouth, or his breath against my skin. I fucking loved it just as much as the actual sex.

I saw a glint of silver, and first I thought it was the light, but then I realized it was a gray hair. It surprised me at first, but then it turned me on even more. After all, when I’d first met Chad, he was a clean-shaven Freshmen. Now he was almost a senior, with a beard and his first gray hair. I couldn’t help thinking what he’d look like years later— probably a silver fox or something— and I could only hope I’d get to see for myself.

I pistoned harder and harder into Chad, which made my ballsack slap his ass louder and louder. Chad grabbed my butt cheeks and massaged my glutes while I fucked him. I wanted to keep making out with him, but he was breathing harder and harder.

“Oh fuck,” he gasped. “Omigod....”

“Cum for me,” I said. “I know you want to.” Then I positioned myself to hit his prostate, which I knew he would love.

“OH FUCK!” he yelled as I hit the spot, and his body shivered with pleasure. Then I hit it again, then again.

I was getting close myself, but I forced myself to hold off. I wanted to see Chad get off first.

Finally he arched his back and let off another bellow: “O-O-O-OH SHIT!” Then he busted his nut all over his tux. Ropes of cum shot across his vest, his shirt, and his jacket.

That was it for me too. Ecstasy coursed through every part of my body. “Oh baby,” I gasped, just before I pumped him full of my sperm.

Chad seemed to relish taking my load. “Yeah,” he said with an eager look on his face.

I let out a few last gasps as I finished shooting. Then I stopped my thrusts, but Chad kept gripping on my ass, keeping my penis embedded inside him.

“Fuck, I needed that so bad....”

“Me too,” I said. A second later, I heard another groan through the walls. “Apparently we’re not the only ones....”

“Apparently not,” he said. “Except I get to enjoy the best dick of all.” Then he clenched his hole a little, which gave my cock a nice squeeze.

“Oh jeesh,” I said.

“What? It’s true.”

I had to admit the feeling was mutual. I kissed him one more time, and I kept thinking how incredible it felt to have this dude in my life. I couldn’t imagine making love to anyone else. Not now, not ever.

I’d basically made up my mind that I was going to propose. I just didn’t know when, or where, or even how to do it. I was definitely nervous: after all, it would be a yes-or-no question, so there was always a chance I might not get the answer I wanted.

I spent the next day secretly brainstorming. We spent most of that day in New Orleans, where Seth had popped the question to Claire. I have to admit it was a pretty cool setting, with all those quaint old buildings, not to mention the streetcars and whatnot. I knew the city meant a lot to Claire, so I got why Seth had proposed there.

At the same time, New Orleans did have a naughty side. For a Southern town, it seemed really into gay stuff. At one point we walked by a bar called Napoleon’s Itch, which had to be the silliest name for a gay bar I’d ever heard. I also kept seeing ads for that jack-off party I’d been hearing about.

I was trying to gauge how I could apply this stuff to Chad. I didn’t want to just copy what Seth had done; I wanted to do something that made sense for the two of us. I wasn’t about to propose to Chad in a bar, or at a jack-off party for that matter. Chad was obviously nothing like Claire, and it wasn’t just the fact that he was a dude. For one thing, he didn’t have any particular love for his hometown; San Diego was cool and all, but he hadn’t really grown up there, and he definitely wasn’t nostalgic about it.

Then of course there was the drama between his parents, which I wanted to avoid at all costs. To be honest, that was the part that worried me the most. I knew Chad was pissed at both of them, and he had a lot of strong opinions about their fuck-ups. Their biggest mistake of all was having rushed into things when they were young, and they’d let their passions get the better of them. Chad acknowledged that this had brought him into the world, but even so, he didn’t want to follow in their footsteps. I just kept hoping against hope that he hadn’t soured on marriage in general.

As soon as we got home from our trip, I messaged Nick and Jay, and I asked them for advice. I knew they’d been through a lot with their families, so I figured they’d know what to do. But their response wasn’t quite what I expected.

Hi Scott,
Long time no talk— great to hear from you again.
Yeeeeah, when it comes to family problems, we’re probably not the right people to ask. Our families are as fucked up as they come, so we avoid them as much as we can. We barely even talk to our brothers and sisters, and forget about our parents.
You actually seem better off than we are. If your parents are mostly on board (except your boyfriend’s dad) that’s more than we’ve ever had.
Anyway, when it comes to proposing, only you know if that’s what you want. If you think your man wants the same thing, then go for it. As to exactly how, just do what feels right for you—
Best,
N&J​

I actually felt a pang of nerves. I’d assumed they’d be excited for me, and that they’d encourage me to go for it, but their note sounded pretty downbeat. It was also a little short, as if they were giving me a courtesy response. I had to wonder if Nick and Jay were having marital problems of their own. I hoped they were okay, especially since they’d been through so much, and their online personas had always seemed so upbeat. But at that point I didn’t want to pry.

I spent that night tossing and turning. I kept staring at Chad as he slept naked beside me. A couple of times I curled up to him, put my arms around him, and listened to the soft purr of his breathing. Snuggling with him always made me feel safe, at least till Chad rolled over, and I had to find a new position.

At some point I realized Chad had never visited my family. I didn’t think he was missing much, at least not in Naperville, since it wasn’t exactly a world-class destination. But my parents were pressuring me to come visit, and it was close enough to Chicago that I thought it might be worth the trip.

At first it seemed like the stars might be aligning. The more I thought about it, the more I liked the idea of popping the question there. I figured if I wasn’t going to propose in Chad’s hometown, I might as well do it in mine. Between the city and the suburbs, I was sure I could find a memorable setting, maybe somewhere by the lake, or at the top of one of the towers. More importantly, I did have a lot of memories there: after all, it was where I’d first explored my sexuality, and where I’d come out to my family, among other things. It seemed like I could bring things full circle by getting engaged there— assuming it all worked out.

Of course Amy couldn’t pass up a chance to be an annoying sister. I hadn’t told her what I was doing, since I wanted it to be a surprise, but this might’ve been a mistake. She’d started dating O’Mac’s brother, a guy named Dylan. As soon as Chad and I confirmed we were coming, Amy had the bright idea of bringing him home to Mom and Dad that same weekend.

I thought about changing my plans, but I eventually decided not to. I figured Chad and I could always make time for ourselves, just the two of us. I still wasn’t sure exactly how I would do it: I didn’t want to do anything kitschy, like a flash mob or whatever, and I definitely didn’t want to steal Amy’s thunder. I told myself I’d figure out a way, though the more I thought about it, the more I found myself on pins and needles.

There was also the matter of the ring. I didn’t know a thing about jewelry, so I had to learn about it online. It was surprisingly hard to find time when Chad wasn’t around. I mostly had to do it from my phone, either between classes, or while I was on break at work, or whatever. It definitely pulled me down a rabbit hole, and it forced me to make a lot more decisions than I’d ever expected.

I did notice there weren’t a lot of engagement rings for men. Despite all the talk of gay marriage, almost all those rings were made for girls. They looked super feminine, and they showed off some big fancy diamond that I couldn’t afford. It took me a really long time to find stuff that seemed to work: it had to be nice but affordable, elegant but masculine, fitting Chad’s personality, and so on and so forth.

The size was an issue in its own right. I’d never thought about it before, but now that I was actually shopping around, I realized I needed to figure it out. After all, it would be a helluva buzzkill if Chad couldn’t actually wear it. I liked to think that he and I were the same size— since we did fit into a lot of the same clothes— but I wasn’t sure if that was true for rings. Chad’s hands seemed a little beefier than mine, so I was worried about the ring being too tight. On the other hand, I also didn’t want it too loose.

While all this was going on, we did get one piece of good news. Chad’s parents’ divorce saga was almost over, and it wasn’t a minute too soon. They’d apparently gotten pressure from the judge, so they’d agreed to set aside money for Chad and Patrick’s educations. I wanted to feel relieved, since it meant Chad wouldn’t need to drop out of school. But it also drove home the point that marriage was serious stuff, and there was always a chance of things going south, which could have major ramifications on not just us but the people we loved. It made me that much more anxious, to the point that I was starting to get cold feet.

Chad could tell something was off. “Are you okay?” he asked.

“I’m fine,” I said as I put my arm around him.

“You’ve been acting kind of weird.”

“Weird how?”

“I dunno, just... not quite yourself.”

I was dying to tell him the truth. I wanted so badly to tell him how much I loved him, and how I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. But I knew if I did, it would spoil the actual proposal. Then again, I also didn’t want Chad to think I was lying to him— even though I technically was— since that could fuck things up even more. “I’m just glad this divorce shit is over,” was the only thing I could think to say.

“Yeah, no kidding.”

I pulled him in for a kiss, and as I did, I felt more butterflies in my chest. My lips met his, which made me let out a little gasp, and I clutched his body even tighter. Chad seemed to want this just as much as I did; he ran his hands up my back as he made out with me. I pressed my body harder against his, and as I did, I felt his boner press against me.

“Mm,” he said almost involuntary.

I looked down at his crotch. “You want me to take care of that?”

“If you want,” he said. “You know it’s yours for the taking.”

“I hope you mean that,” I said without thinking. I tried to stop myself mid-sentence, but it was already too late.

“Say what?” Chad asked.

“I-I mean... I do want it. I just....” But then my voice trailed off. I didn’t know how to finish my sentence.

“Listen,” he said, “if you’re still thinking about the divorce—”

“I’m not.”

“Then what is it?”

I wanted to tell him how nervous I was, but I couldn’t. “I-I didn’t mean anything by it.”

“Well, like I said, you’ve been acting weird for weeks now. Like when you get on your phone, and you act all secretive about it—”

“What— do you want to see my browser history or something?”

“If it’s not about my parents, then what the hell is going on?”

I sighed. “It’s about Amy,” I said, and I told him the most plausible story I could think of. “She’s worried about what we’ll think about Dylan. She... well, she didn’t want me to say anything.”

“Seriously? Is that what this is about?”

“I didn’t want to make things awkward with O’Mac.”

“Yeah, well, I’m not O’Mac.”

I was about to ask him what that was supposed to mean, but this time I stopped myself. I didn’t want to complicate things any more than I already had. “I-I’m sorry,” I said. “I should’ve told you.”

Chad chewed his lip. “Well... I mean, I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have assumed you were up to something. I guess... well, I guess it’s my family’s fault for fucking me up like that. Not that that’s an excuse....”

“You’ve got nothing to apologize for,” I said, and I gave him another kiss. Chad responded just the way I’d hoped: he wrapped his arms back around me, and we went back to making out.

I assumed we were going to have make-up sex, but then again, we hadn’t had a full-blown fight. We ended up just jacking off to porn. Chad put on one of our favorite videos— the one with Nate, Vince, Flynn, Logan, and Darren— and we played with each other’s cocks as we watched it.

We took it slow, so we watched the setup and the foreplay and everything. Chad still had the hots for Flynn; I could feel his dick respond whenever the dude was onscreen. Not that I minded, since I got pretty horny for Nate. In that particular scene, the guys were at a nudist resort. It started with them lounging on the deckchairs, casually chatting, all buck naked of course.

I thought back to the first time we’d watched this. I could never forget that fateful first visit to San Diego. At the time, it had seemed like Chad and I had been together for ages, and that we’d come such a long way. But looking back, all that had just been the start of a much longer journey. I had to wonder if I’d someday feel the same way about where we were now. Maybe when we were older, our years of dating might seem like a prologue to the rest of our lives— or at least I hoped they might.

Onscreen, Nate and Darren had finished chatting and were now making out. Nate’s dick was standing at full attention; it clearly couldn’t wait to get down to business. I couldn’t look away, and I felt my hormones start to surge through my body.

Chad seemed to know just what I wanted, without me needing to tell him. He ran his fingers up and down my shaft, and he gave my cockhead a tickle. Then he started applying more pressure. He went slowly at first, then gradually picked up the pace.

Chad’s own dick was throbbing by now. Flynn had joined in the makeout session, so now all three guys were kissing and caressing each other’s bodies. Logan and Vince were also enjoying the show; they quietly played with themselves as they watched.

I wrapped my hand around Chad’s cock. I made sure to rotate my palm as I stroked him, to give him maximum pleasure. Chad reacted just the way I wanted: his lips fluttered as he let out a deep breath.

I couldn’t help thinking of the ads we’d seen before, which had advertised a club’s jack-off party. As much as I loved group sex, I dug our own jack-off party even more. After all, I was stroking with the sexiest man I knew, with no judgment and no awkwardness, while our favorite porn stars put on a show. To me, this was hotter than anything we could’ve done at a club.

By now Logan and Vince were full-on pounding their puds. Darren reached down to Nate’s package and started jerking him off. Flynn stood up and offered his dick to Nate, who obviously couldn’t resist; Nate took it in his mouth and started sucking away.

Chad and I were basically gooning. We let our horniness wash over us, and we savored every second of it. We had to signal when we got close to the edge, to make sure we wouldn’t go over it. Whenever that happened, we took our hands off each other’s cocks, and we took a little break and just watched.

By our second or third break, Darren had started blowing Nate, who in turn was still blowing Flynn. Logan and Vince were also playing with each other; they started making out while they tugged at each other’s dicks. Finally Logan got on his knees and sucked Vince’s cock.

I put my arm around Chad and pulled him tight. I had to wonder if this might be our last time fooling around as mere boyfriends. I ran my hand across his cheek, pulled his face closer to mine, and gave him a slow and sensual kiss.

“Mm,” Chad said. “Someone’s being awfully affectionate.”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” I asked between kisses. “I love you.”

“I love you too....” Then he locked our lips together, and he wrapped his body around mine. We laid down on the bed, side by side, and our dicks jousted against each other. Both of us were leaking pre-cum, which smeared all over our pubes and our thighs.

We kept making out for a little while longer, but then Chad started kissing my jawline, then my Adam’s apple. Finally he made his way down my neck, nibbling my skin as he went.

I let out a deep breath and leaned back against the bed. The guys onscreen were still blowing each other: their bodies were writhing back and forth, and their moans were blending together. Part of me wanted to follow their lead— I wanted to suck Chad’s dick, and I wanted him to suck mine— but I knew it would get us off too fast.

Chad played with my chest hair a little, then ran his tongue around my right nipple. He suddenly clamped down his lips, which sent a ripple of pleasure through my body. He used his mouth to massage me, while he used his free hand to play with my other pec. After a minute or so, he switched sides: he sucked my left nipple while he fingered the right.

I ran my hands up and down Chad’s back. I wanted to play with his body too, and my raging boner was begging for attention. But in that position, the main thing I could do was trace his muscles and tendons, which turned me on in its own right.

Eventually I brought Chad’s other hand to my mouth, and I started sucking his fingers. I gave his ring finger particular attention. With any luck, I thought, it might be my last chance to play with it in its bare virgin state. I took that finger as deep in my mouth as it would go, till it was almost tickling my throat, and I locked my lips around its base. Then I went to town on it, circling my tongue around it, sucking as if I was giving him a blowjob. In the back of mind, I was still trying to gauge if I’d picked the right ring size, but I tried not to let it show.

Chad responded the same way he always did: he groaned with pleasure, though he couldn’t say anything with his mouth still full of my flesh. Finally he stopped working on my pecs, and he brought his face back up to mine. “Fuck yeah,” he said as he kissed me again.

We exchanged a few more kisses, after which Chad laid down behind me, and he wrapped his arm around my chest. He knew how much I loved cuddling with him. The two of us spooned for a while, with both of us savoring the feeling of Chad’s skin against mine.

Meanwhile, the guys onscreen were getting ready to fuck. Logan sat back in his chair, while Flynn climbed on top of him. Logan gave Flynn a little tease, smacking his dick against Flynn’s ass. Flynn seemed more than ready for action; he took Logan’s dick in his hands, and he guided its cockhead to his boyhole. Then, slowly but surely, Flynn lowered his body and took Logan deep inside him. Finally he started gyrating his ass while Logan pumped away.

I couldn’t help thinking of our own encounter with Flynn. The image onscreen looked a lot like what we’d seen in person, with Flynn expertly riding a guy. I hadn’t forgotten how Flynn had wanted to ride Chad, yet Chad had turned him down and had fucked me instead. I still couldn’t believe Chad had done that; I knew how much he loved jacking off to Flynn’s videos, both before and after our encounter. Even now, Chad couldn’t seem to take his eyes off the guy, and his eager boner kept pressing against my back.

I kept trying to figure out what this all meant. Did Chad really think I was hotter than a porn star? Then again, I knew Chad liked watching and being watched, and he’d made a point of letting Flynn see him cum... was that the bigger issue? I didn’t want to crimp Chad’s style, since it was part of what was so sexy about him, but still... did I need to worry about his wandering eyes?

Flynn was bouncing up and down on Logan’s lap. He was clearly enjoying himself: his whole body was heaving back and forth, and groans of pleasure were echoing from deep inside him.

Vince had an eager look on his face. He was obviously itching for action of his own. He got down on all fours, and he offered his hole to the others. Nate and Darren both jumped at the chance to fuck him, but Nate got there first.

“Step aside,” Nate said. “This ass is mine.”

“C’mere,” Vince said to Darren. “You can have me too.” He guided Darren to the other end of his body, then licked his lips at the sight of Darren’s cock. Then Vince went down on the guy, just as Nate was piercing Vince’s hole.

Chad reached down to my shaft, and he gave it a soft stroke. My nerves tingled at his touch, and I think he could tell. He ran his fingers around my balls, then traced the folds of my ballsack. He seemed to track my every move, making sure I was into it, adjusting himself along the way to give me maximum pleasure.

I wanted to return the favor, so I reached behind my back, and I stroked his penis too. Chad was still oozing pre-cum, so I made a point of smearing it over his cockhead. He threw his head back and let his mouth hang open, though he never stopped pleasuring my package.

We went on like that for a while, playing with each other while we watched the guys fuck in various combinations. I kept thinking I wanted to keep doing this indefinitely: it was one of many things I wanted to keep doing with Chad. I thought of all the years we had ahead of us— or at least I hoped we did— and I tried to guess what those years would have in store. I hoped they’d be full of new experiences, along with plenty of masturbation, lots of blowjobs and rimjobs, Chad plowing my boyhole and letting me plow his, all till death do us part.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Chad suddenly asked.

“Say what?”

“I dunno, you just... you still seem really skittish.”

I tried to act casual, but the truth was that I was quivering with anxiety. I liked to think that Chad wanted me as badly as I wanted him, but there was no way to be sure. “I’m fine,” I said, and I tried to make it sound like I meant it.

“Well... if you’re not, I want you to tell me. Don’t be sugarcoating shit. I dealt with enough of that growing up.”

Those words almost made me melt. I loved how Chad kept showing how much he cared about me. I hoped this was a good sign, but I knew I couldn’t take anything for granted.

By now, the guys onscreen were starting to cum. Nate went first; his cock convulsed in his hands, and his jizz flew over his shoulders. Then Flynn positioned himself on top of Nate, and he busted his nut in Nate’s face. Vince was up next, following right behind Flynn and giving Nate another facial.

“Mm,” I said to Chad. “I want you to do that to me.”

“Oh fuck yeah,” he said. By now a thin strand of pre-cum was hanging off his cock; I made sure to snag it for myself, and I gobbled it up.

I laid my head down and marveled at the cock and balls above me. I knew them so well, right down to every vein, every pore, every hair, you name it. They were still as sexy as the first time I’d laid eyes on them.

Chad started beating his meat, and his ballsack bounced back and forth. This was the porn I really wanted. I wasn’t even paying attention to the video, where Darren was fucking Logan. All I wanted to see was my man getting off.

I could tell Chad’s breaths were getting deeper and deeper. The anticipation was driving me crazy, and my own dick kept throbbing harder and harder.

Finally Chad’s balls contracted, and his whole body shuddered. Then, a second later, his nectar burst out of his cock. I opened my mouth and closed my eyes, as I felt more warm juices splash on me. I lost track of how many ropes of cum hit my face; one of them hit my tongue, while another one went in my hair, while another one spurted on my nose.

“Mm,” was all I could say.

“Oh shit,” Chad said as his dick finished shooting, and he slowed down his strokes. “Oh fuck yeah....”

I wiped my face with my hand, and I lapped up the excess cum. I let it roll around my tongue for a while, then finally gulped it down.

“Okay,” Chad said, “now it’s your turn.” Then he plopped down on the bed and assumed the position.

I wasn’t about to object. Chad’s cum had almost sent me over the edge, so I knew it wouldn’t take me long to finish. I got up and put my package right in Chad’s face, making sure to give him a really nice view, the same way he’d done to me. Then I started wanking away.

Onscreen, Logan had his legs open wide, and Darren was fucking him missionary. I couldn’t help thinking how Logan was the first dude I’d ever seen getting fucked. He was also the first one I’d full-on beat off to. It felt like a lot of things were coming around, or at least so I hoped.

Logan let off a primeval grunt, and he busted his nut on his chest. At first his cum was hard to see— his abs and his pubes just glistened in the light— but by the time he finished, it was obvious. Darren kept on pounding away, till he suddenly pulled out.

“Oh yeah,” I said as my orgasm hit me. Pleasure cascaded through my nerves, and I felt my body shudder just as Darren’s shuddered too. Then my dick erupted on Chad’s face, while Darren shot on Logan’s hole.

Chad took my cum like a champ. His open mouth caught most of it, though a few splatters went every which way. As soon as he could, he clamped his lips around my cock, and he drank up what was left.

“Oh fuck,” I gasped while I finished stroking. My dick was super-sensitive now; it shivered a little as I tried to catch my breath.

Chad swallowed, then opened his mouth and smiled. Streaks of cum were still dripping across his face. “Well,” he said, “I hope you liked that as much as I did.”

“You’d better believe it,” I said, and I leaned down to kiss him. It was a particularly tasty kiss, with the residue of our loads mixing together, and I savored the feeling of Chad’s beard against my face.

Finally we gave each other one last peck on the lips. We didn’t bother cleaning up; we just laid there, our faces still smeared with cum, and we eventually fell asleep.

Our flight out was uneventful, or at least I made it look that way. I basically had to smuggle the ring in my luggage. I’d picked it up from the jeweler’s in secret, while I was on my break at work. The ring was small enough that I could hide it in my pocket, but I was still wary of airport security. I hadn’t forgotten that time when a TSA agent had opened my bag and pulled out a dildo right in front of Chad. This time I left my sex toys at home, stashed the ring in my suitcase— in a secure inner pocket— and I made sure to check the bag.

My dad picked us up when we landed. We were the first ones to get there, since Amy and Dylan would be flying in the next day.

It felt downright surreal to take Chad into the house where I’d grown up, especially my old bedroom. After all, I’d lived there since I was ten, so it was where I’d experienced a lot of my sexual awakenings: from playing with myself, to playing with girls and eventually with guys. Now here I was, openly taking another man in my bed, getting him situated with towels and toiletries and all the other stuff you give guests.

I kept trying to relax— or at least act like it— but the truth was, I was freaking out inside. I was getting perilously close to the moment of truth. I spent most of that night tossing and turning with anticipation. I kept wondering if all of this was worth the risk; after all, I’d already landed the guy I loved, so I wasn’t sure how much further I should go out on a limb.

The next day was basically a blur. I do remember digging through my suitcase while Chad was in the shower, grabbing the ring, and stuffing it in my pocket. I also remember getting on the train, just the two of us, and heading into the city. It was the first time I’d been on that train since my slut phase, when I’d used it for who-knows-how-many hookups— before I’d realized I really just craved one dick in particular. The same sexy dick that was now right beside me.

When we got downtown, I showed Chad the Loop. We walked to the Bean and took selfies— since that’s pretty much required for anyone on Instagram— and then we walked along the lakeshore. The whole time, I kept trying to find the perfect setting, the perfect moment, to finally pop the question. It was just my luck how shit kept getting in the way, from obnoxious bystanders to noisy construction sites to whatever else. At one point Chad stepped in dog shit, which made him swear like a sailor while he scraped his shoes on the grass.

We ended up on the Riverwalk while the sun was going down. Chad and I were both hungry, so we stopped at a little restaurant. We were the only ones sitting on the patio, looking across the water, watching the boats go by. The city’s hustle and bustle seemed to echo above us, but where were, it was quiet.

I suddenly realized this was my chance. “Uh,” I said, but then I couldn’t finish my sentence. I’d completely forgotten what I’d planned to say. “There’s something I’ve been meaning to talk to you about.”

“Say what?”

“Well... I-I mean I know you said I’d been acting weird. And I guess I’d, well, I’d been thinking about... you know, when we graduate and have to find real jobs and stuff....”

Chad frowned. “Uh-huh....”

“Well, you’re such a great guy, and you deserve all the best in your life. And I mean that, I really do—”

“Where are you going with this?”

Oh shit, I thought. I’m fucking this up.

Chad’s face seemed to get deadly serious. “Listen....”

“Let me finish,” I said. “I just... well, you’re the funniest, sexiest, most incredible guy I know. I-I know I’ve said no matter what happens, I want to be there with you... and want you to know how much I mean it.” Then I got down on one knee, and I pulled out the ring.

Chad’s jaw dropped open as he realized what I was doing. I’d never seen him so shocked in my life.

“Chad Matthew Collins,” I finally said, “will you marry me?”

He seemed completely speechless. His mouth fluttered a little, and he tried to form words, but they all got caught in his throat.

I felt like I kneeled there for ages, though it was probably just a few seconds. It was like we were both in some out-of-body experience.

Finally, at long last, Chad cleared his throat. Then he said something I hadn’t expected.



To be continued....

 

[Autolycus]

Thanks for a powerful update - this story just gets better!

 

[Briacon429]

Thanks for a powerful update - this story just gets better!

Thanks man!!! My main worry— not unlike Scott’s— is that I don’t want to let you guys down!

 

[bs29697]

Love this chapter long time reader first time replier on your story. I hope Chad doesn't say what I am thinking he will say to Scotts proposal, I can't wait to read the next chapter.

Brian

 

[Kyanimal]

And ... AND???

Brian, bud! I finally got the time to read your most recent, wonderful, amazing chapter. So ... how long do I have to hold my breath, now?

'Tis the busy season, so next year will do just fine, as long as it's before Valentine's Day (for obvious reasons).

Wishing you, and yours, all the very best through the holidays, and always.

HUGS!!
Chaz

 

[Briacon429]

CHAPTER 34


”Holy shit,” were the first words out of Chad’s mouth. He looked down at the ring in my hands, then looked up at me. “Don’t you know how fucked up I am?”

My heart sank. “Now wait a minute—”

“I mean, look where I came from. Nobody in their right mind would want to sign up for that.”

“I....” I gulped down a lump in my throat. “I don’t think you’re fucked up.”

“Then I don’t know who you’re comparing me to.”

I wasn’t sure how to respond to that. “I’m not comparing you to anyone.”

“Don’t you get what I’m trying to say?” he asked. “I don’t deserve you, Scott.”

“But....” My voice trailed off for a second. “Are you saying no?”

Chad rolled his eyes. “I’m saying yes, you crazy ass. I just don’t know what you’re thinking.”

I almost lost it right then. I felt like a huge weight had just lifted off my shoulders. I barely remember Chad reaching for the ring, and us sharing the most incredible kiss. The rest of the city seemed to disappear around us. It seemed like my whole universe was revolving around my man, as if he was all that mattered. All I could see was Chad’s face and the side of his beard. All I could feel were his lips against mine and his arms around my back. All I could hear, smell, and taste was his breath.

When we eventually broke off our kiss, we realized our waitress was standing right beside us. The girl didn’t seem to know how to react. “O-oh hi,” Chad said.

The waitress held up a pepper mill. “Did you guys... I mean, did you want anything for your soup?”

“Uh....” Chad looked at me, then looked back at the waitress. “I’m good.”

“Wait,” I said as I picked up the wine list. One of the Merlots looked familiar. “We’ll have a bottle of the Enorches.”

“O-okay sure,” she said, and she awkwardly hurried away.

Chad’s eyebrows went up. “Enorches?”

“Remember when you got that for me?”

“You mean our first New Years?”

“That’s not what I was thinking of,” I said. “When you were in D.C., taking care of your dad... remember our little reunion? You surprised me with that same wine.”

“Oh... right. I did, didn’t I?”

“Anyway, I thought now that we have a whole new reason to celebrate....”

“Yeah,” he said, but his voice sounded unusually sad. He looked down at the ring, which was still lying in his hand; he hadn’t actually put it on.

“What’s wrong?”

“I dunno,” he said. “That just made me think of the shit with my dad... the guy who still can’t be bothered to say thank you, after all we went through for him. You know what the worst part is?”

“Chad—”

“When we have our wedding or whatever... I don’t know if he’ll even show up.”

I didn’t know what to say to that. I just put my hand on Chad’s leg, and I looked right in his eyes.

“Anyway,” he said, “I guess if he doesn’t give a shit about me... at least I’ve got someone else who does.” He paused for a second, then slid the ring on his finger. Finally he held up his newly-bejeweled hand. “How does it look?”

“I-I....” My mouth was still struggling to form words. “Like I always hoped it would,” I finally said.

“I seriously can’t believe you did this.”

I shrugged. “Well... I guess now you know why I’d been acting so weird.”

“Wait,” he said. “How long had you been planning this?”

“Since March.”

“You’re kidding me.”

“I wanted to make sure I didn’t fuck it up,” I said. “I almost did, in those last couple seconds.”

“Oh for shit’s sake,” he said. “Did you seriously think I’d say no?”

“I had no idea. I mean you never know....”

Chad looked like he was going to say something else, but just then, the waitress came back with our bottle of wine. She set down a pair of matching glasses, uncorked the bottle, and poured us our wine. “Enjoy,” she said.

Chad held up his glass. “This is to... I dunno... being my new fiancé. And eventually my husband.”

Those last two words were music to my ears. I didn’t really know what to say; I just tapped my glass against his. “To you too,” I replied.

We ended up sitting there quite a while, sipping our wine and looking out across the river. As the sky got darker, more and more lights came on in the towers around us. By the time we finally left, night had completely fallen, and a bunch of lights glittered and twinkled around us.

When we headed back toward the train, Chad insisted on holding my hand, and he clutched it in an iron grip. I couldn’t help thinking this would’ve been unimaginable just a few years before. The last time I’d walked down those streets, I could’ve barely dreamed of having a romantic moment with a dude, much less a dude I was going to marry. Yet here I was, and it was all really happening.

We were almost home when I felt my phone buzz. I tried to ignore it at first, but then it buzzed again and again. I checked my messages and saw a bunch of texts from my mom.

Amy and Dylan just landed, said the first. Finally! After three hours delay.

She’d proceeded to give me a play-by-play of them finding each other at the airport. As if I needed to know details.

Dylan says he’s hungry, read her most recent text. We decided to go to Lou Malnati’s. Do you want to join us?

I wanted to tell her to stop being a buzzkill. My gut told me I had more important things on my mind right then, and that Mom needed to butt out. But I forced myself to behave.

No thanks, I wrote back. Chad and I have already eaten. Have fun though!

Chad looked over at my phone. “When are we gonna tell them?”

“You mean about us?” I asked. “I mean, we can tell them whenever we want... but this trip is a big deal for Amy too, and I don’t want to steal her thunder—”

“I hate to break it to you,” he said, “but I don’t think there’s any way around that. We’re gonna need to tell your family in person. It’d be weird if we didn’t. So if you think Amy will have a problem with it—”

“I dunno, she’ll probably be cool. I mean, at least I hope so....”

“I bet she’d be okay with it,” he said. “I mean, your family’s way less fucked up than mine.”

“Well... it’s not that. It’s just, you’ve gotta admit, it’s a pretty big announcement to make—”

“Of course it is. But of all the people we’re gonna have to tell... I don’t think they’re the ones we should worry about.”

I looked in Chad’s eyes. I loved how he seemed so fearless, even though he had a lot more at stake than I did.

“You know,” he said, “if I ever run for office, even if it’s just for dogcatcher or something... they’re always gonna look at me as the gay candidate.”

“Chad—”

“I’m not complaining,” he said. “I just... I hope you know what you’re signing up for.”

I just nodded. “Yeah I do,” was all I could think to say.

We came home to an empty house. I checked the time, and I tried to gauge when my family would get back. “Come here,” Chad said as he shut my bedroom door, and he put his arms around me.

“Fuck,” I gasped as our lips started massaging each other, and our tongues wrapped around each other. I clutched Chad’s body as tightly as I could, and I ran my hands up and down his back. I felt his boner joust against mine, though we were still fully clothed. “I want you to make love to me,” I said between kisses. “For our first time as future husbands.”

“Hm,” Chad said. “What if I want you to make love to me too?”

“I mean, we can always take turns....”

“I think we’re gonna need to,” Chad said. “It can be like when we first hooked up. Remember how we flip-fucked that night? When you took my virginity?”

“If you want to put it that way, you took my virginity too. And it’s not exactly something I’d forget.”

“Me neither,” he said, and we went back to making out.

I had to admit, I liked going down that particular Memory Lane. It felt like yesterday when I’d walked in on Chad jacking off. I could never forget the sight of his legs open wide and his feet in the air. From where I’d been standing, I’d gotten a clear view of his ballsack bouncing up and down, with his hairy taint and asscrack underneath. Not to mention how I’d gotten to see him fingering his hole with one hand and playing with his cock with the other.

“You know what I was beating off to right then?” Chad asked between kisses.

“I can probably guess....”

“I was imagining all the naked guys I’d seen that day,” he said as ran his hands down his abs. “Like you.”

“Hm,” I said. “I figured you were horny for the same reason I was.”

“Well yeah,” he replied. “I’d tried to sleep, but I kept tossing and turning... I couldn’t stop thinking how bad I wanted dick.” He slid his hand inside my pants, and he gripped my shaft. “Of course I didn’t know what I was in for....”

I didn’t need to be told what to do next. I broke off our kiss, pulled Chad’s shirt over his head, and marveled at the beautiful pecs and abs underneath. Chad clearly had the same idea; he undid my pants the rest of the way, then slid them down along with my underwear. As he did, my cock eagerly bounced into view.

“Mm,” he said. “That’s about as hard as I remember it that night.”

“I remember you being rock hard too,” I replied. “Of course, to really compare, I’d need you to take your clothes off....”

Chad did as he was told, and he yanked down his pants and his underwear. His throbbing boner stuck straight out from his crotch; it was clearly dying for some action. For a second he just stood there, in all his naked glory. But he couldn’t fight his urges for long. The next thing I knew, he grabbed my body, yanked me toward him, and crashed his lips into mine.

“Mm,” was all I could say. I savored that sexy familiar feeling of his beard against my face. I still couldn’t get over his tasty warm tongue, and how much it turned me on. I was damn near incredulous that he’d let me enjoy this the rest of my life.

Chad looked down at my crotch, and his eyes seemed to twinkle. Then he pulled me down on the bed, which creaked under our weight.

Chad laid on top of me and went back to kissing me. My nerves crackled with electricity as our dicks ground together. I loved the way Chad’s thick meaty cock pressed into my skin, and I could only imagine how much fun I was about to have with it. I could feel pre-cum on my abs, though I couldn’t tell which one of us had left it.

“Here,” Chad said as he made me roll over. “Put your ass up.”

I didn’t want to stop making out, but I wasn’t about to argue. I laid down on my stomach, pulled my knees closer, and stuck my butt in the air.

In that position, I couldn’t see what Chad was doing, but I heard him give off a primeval growl. “Oh fuck yeah,” he said. I felt him put his hands on my ass cheeks, and he opened them up. He must’ve stuck his face inside, because a second later, I felt his warm breath on my hole. Then, at long last, I felt his tongue against my pucker.

“Holy shit,” I gasped as a whole new set of nerves started twitching. I tried to control my sphincter, but I couldn’t stop it from tightening up, at least for a couple of seconds. Then I forced my muscles to relax as I savored the feeling of Chad’s tongue in my butt.

“Mm,” seemed to be all he could say. His tongue flicked back and forth, then ran in swirls around my hole. He was clearly as into this as I was.

“Oh baby,” I said, “fuck, that feels so good....”

Chad moved down a few inches, and he ran his tongue along my taint. He ran it back and forth a few times: he teased the base of one of my thighs, then the other. Then traced that little ridge of skin that ran from near my boyhole, down the middle of my taint and my ballsack, to the underside of my cock.

“Aw shit....”

Chad slapped my butt cheeks. “Fuck,” he said, “I love eating your ass... and your cock and balls are fucking delicious....”

I suddenly realized what he was doing. He was still harkening back to the first time we’d fucked. I hadn’t forgotten how he’d eaten me out, and he’d even called my cock and balls delicious. Of course an awful lot had changed since then, but the memory was still as vivid and as sexy as ever....

“C’mere babe,” he said.

“What?”

“Lie flat on your back.”

I flipped my body around as fast as he could. As I did, Chad reached for the lube, and he squeezed out a few drops on his hand. He brought his fingers to my mancunt, and he gave it a soft dab, teasing me just the way I liked it. Then he smeared some more lube on his cock, and he got into position.

The next few moments seemed to go in slow motion. I kept remembering our first time, especially the moment Chad’s erection zeroed in on its target. That was the moment I’d realized that maybe, just maybe, I might get to have sex with the guy I’d had the hots for. It’d seemed like all my fantasies were coming to life— though I could’ve hardly imagined what was still to come.

Chad’s cockhead pressed against my hole, and my whole body shuddered. He was driving me wild, and he knew it. I pulled him toward me, and I forced his dick inside me.

“Oh fuck,” he said, “your ass feels so good....”

I fucking loved the way he opened me up. My hole pulsated with pleasure as it squeezed his warm hard shaft. There was absolutely no pain— unlike the first time he’d fucked me, or even the second or third time, back when my ass would tense up. Now my body was well-versed in what to do.

Chad’s balls pressed into my buttcrack. He paused for a second, making sure he was in all the way, then started pistoning in and out. I responded in kind, and I gyrated my hips in perfect sync with his. I worked his cock with my ass, and I moaned and groaned with each thrust. I wanted him to know how much I fucking loved this, and I wanted him to feel as ecstatic as I did.

Chad’s nutsack kept smacking against me, over and over. His balls seemed particularly plump, even more so than usual. They were clearly ballooning with cum, and I couldn’t wait to get their creamy contents inside me.

“Give it to me,” I said. “Please... oh my God....”

“You like taking that dick?”

“You know I fucking love it....”

“I love your ass too,” he said as he leaned down and kissed me. “Such a hot manly ass....”

“Fucking pound it,” I said. “Have your way with it.”

Chad locked his lips against mine, and he started fucking me harder and harder. The bedframe was shaking and groaning almost as hard as I was. My legs flailed around in the air, but then I wrapped them around Chad’s body, and I pressed my heels against his ass. His abs kept rubbing against my dick, which was firmly sandwiched between us, and which was smearing pre-cum on both of our bodies. He kept getting perilously close to my prostate, but he made sure not to hit it; he probably knew I’d lose control if he did.

“You’re so fucking hot,” I said between kisses. “I love you so much....”

“Fuck, I love you too,” he said. He kissed me again as gave me a few more thrusts. As he did, he pressed his body hard against my package. Finally he pulled back. “I can’t resist this.”

“What?”

In one quick move, he pulled out of my ass, lubed himself up, and climbed on top of me. Then he looked me right in the eye, and he guided my dick toward his hole.

I felt that familiar pleasure as my cock slid inside him. I couldn’t take my eyes off Chad as he impaled himself on my rod. Then, when he had me all the way in, he rested his weight on my pubes.

“Oh yeah,” he said. “Fuck, I love your dick in me....”

“Your ass feels so good....”

“You’ve got the best fucking dick, Scott... I can’t get enough of that shit....”

“Well, you’re in luck,” I said. “You just signed up for a lifetime subscription.”

“Oh yeah,” he said as he pressed his ass hard against my crotch. He’d already taken me all the way, but he seemed to want even more. He rocked back and forth, and he worked my cock with his sphincter. “This could turn fucking anyone gay....”

“Are you saying you needed to be turned?”

“No,” he said, “you know I’ve always been a big fucking mo... even when I didn’t want to admit it....”

I licked my lips. I obviously knew how much Chad had struggled with his feelings. Even so, it meant a lot to hear him say it. Granted, we were in the heat of the moment, but still....

“Oh God,” he said, “I love getting fucked by your dick—”

“I—”

“I’m so fucking gay for you, baby,” he said. “And you know I always have been.”

Those words made me want to kiss him even harder than before. But in that position I couldn’t, so I just laid back and watched the spectacle of him riding my dick. Chad’s own dong was swinging around, basically out of control, going every which way. I couldn’t take my eyes off of that gorgeous veiny package. I wanted to reach down and stroke him, but I couldn’t risk sending him over the edge. I wanted him to cum in my ass, not on my chest, and I was dying to get that cock back where it belonged. The longer it kept flopping around, the more intense my cravings got.

Chad seemed to be having the time of his life. His facial expressions were shuddering with pleasure. He kept closing his eyes and opening his mouth, and his lips curled upward in ecstasy. Watching him get so into it was the sexiest part of all. “Oh fuck,” he gasped, but then his voice trailed off.

“I’m getting close,” I said, “but I don’t wanna cum yet.”

Chad nodded his head. He bounced up and down a few more times, clearly still enjoying the ride. Then he leaned down and kissed me. “We can do it however you want....”

“Then fuck me,” I said.

“Mm,” he said as he made out with me some more. He was breathing heavily, clearly as horny as I was. Then he got up off my dick. “Get on all fours,” he said.

I could tell what he was doing. He knew I loved doggy-style, but he also knew it wouldn’t get me off.

I got on my hands and knees, and Chad got in position behind me. I couldn’t see him of course, but I savored the feeling of his dick making its way back inside me. In this position, his balls started slapping against mine; I could feel them swinging back and forth, and I could tell they were even more engorged than before.

“Fuck me harder,” I said, “oh my God....”

Chad pumped faster and faster, and the bed shook harder and harder. I fucking loved the way his cock pistoned inside me, shaking up my innards, setting off all my nerves. I also dug the way he grabbed my hips, keeping my ass right where he wanted it; then he moved his hands to my shoulders, and he clutched them in his firm masculine grip. Most of all, I loved hearing his moans of pleasure, since I wanted him to enjoy this just as much as I did. “Baby,” he said, “I’m getting close too....”

“Cum in me,” I said.

Chad slowed down his thrusts, and he leaned down to kiss my back. “I want you to go first.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” he said. “And you need to do it in me too... I’m fucking dying to feel your seed up my ass.”

I wasn’t about to argue with that. I got up off my knees, while Chad laid down on his back. He spread his legs nice and wide, giving me a perfect view of his cock and balls and mancunt.

My dick tingled as it made its way back inside him. Chad clearly loved this just as much as I did; he smiled, arched his back, and let out another groan. He also used his hands to massage my butt cheeks, while his sphincter kept massaging my throbbing pumping penis.

All I could think was how how I was fucking born to do this. To service Chad in every way I could. To take care of him and make him feel good— physically and otherwise— in any way humanly possible. To stick with him through thick and through thin. And I couldn’t wait to see what our future had in store.

I knew I couldn’t last much longer, so I didn’t even try. I just let my balls boil as the pleasure crescendoed till I busted my nut. But even then, I didn’t stop; I’d barely even slowed down when I felt another wave coming. It was that awesome sensation when you realize you’re about to cum again.

Chad clearly knew what was up. He stared at me and nodded, encouraging me to keep going. I knew he wanted every drop of my juices.

“Oh shit!” I yelled as my body convulsed a second time, even more intensely than before. I could felt my man milk shoot through my rod and into Chad’s innards.

“Fuuuck,” Chad said. He was clearly doing everything he could to keep from cumming himself. “That feels so fucking good....”

I kept going for a little bit longer, then finally stopped. I kept my dick inside him as I gave him another kiss. “Did you like that?”

“Oh fuck yeah,” he said. “You know how much I dig that shit....”

“Well good,” I said, “because now I want you to return the favor.”

“Yes sir,” he replied.

I was tempted to ride his cock, the same way he’d just ridden mine, but I opted to switch positions again. I plopped down beside him and let him take me sideways.

Chad’s dick was clearly primed to explode. I could feel the difference when he went back inside me.

I couldn’t control the primeval sounds that were coming out of my throat. The bed was groaning too, and the headboard was whacking against the wall, but I didn’t care. I just wanted Chad to feel as awesome as I did.

“Oh baby,” he said as he started to go over the edge. His dick bounced against my prostate, and a whole new wave of pleasure swept across my body. Then I saw his face scrunch up, the way it always did when he was cumming. He shuddered a little, and then I felt his jizz fill me up. He hit my prostate again, and my nerves went haywire, and I thought I might even get off a third time—

CRACK! The bed suddenly gave way, and we crashed to the floor. It fell at an angle, so our bodies came apart as we tumbled to one side. The headboard teetered for a second; then its joints gave out, and it collapsed the rest of the way.

“Scott?” came a voice from outside. “Are you okay?”

“Oh shit!” I yelled. We’d been so busy plowing each other that we hadn’t heard my family come home. I grabbed the blanket to cover myself.

Before we could do anything else, the door swung wide open. Amy was standing there with her luggage beside her.

“Holy fuck,” she said.

I was still sitting on the floor, covered only in the blanket. My hole was still quivering from all the adrenaline; I felt a glob of Chad’s cum leak out and drip down my crack. “Uh... hi,” was all I could think to say.

“Well,” she said, “I was gonna ask if you were all right, but I guess I’ve got my answer....”

I looked over at Chad. He’d managed to throw his hand over his crotch, and cover it with a pillow. Apart from that, he was completely exposed. “W-we’re okay,” he said.

Amy’s eyes seemed to twinkle at him. “From the looks of it, you seem better than okay,” she said. Then she licked her lips. “Hot damn, boys....”

“Amy,” I said, “can you just... I dunno, give us a minute?”

“Fine,” she said. “Take your time. I’ll make up an excuse for you.”

“That’s not what I meant,” I said, but before I could finish my sentence, Amy had closed the door again.

Chad and I just looked at each other. We were both so embarrassed that we hardly knew what to say. “Well,” Chad said, “I-I mean at least that wasn’t your mom and dad—”

“Oh God,” I said. “I would die.”

He pointed to the wreckage of the bed. “So how are we gonna explain that?”

“I... I mean, it’s always been rickety, as long as I can remember....”

“I guess,” he replied. “I mean, you know what your family will go for.”

I just sighed. I didn’t have the first clue what to do, but I tried not to let on. We cleaned up as best we could, considering my room didn’t have its own bathroom. Then we got dressed, tried to act casual, and went to deal with my family.

Mom, Dad, Amy, and Dylan were having after-dinner drinks. The spotlight was on Dylan of course, being Amy’s new boyfriend and all. He did look a lot like O’Mac, except of course he was straight, which was a little surreal. He seemed like a nice enough guy: he was an econ major, which won him some points with Dad, though not as much as if he’d been another law student.

On the surface, they were all talking about mundane shit, so it felt like there were at least two elephants in the room. Of course I didn’t want to talk about Amy walking in on us, but I did want to talk about our much bigger news. Still, it obviously wasn’t the right time, so Chad and I both bit our tongues.

“So,” Mom finally said, “what’s the plan for this weekend? It might be nice to go to the Riverwalk—”

“Oh Mom,” Amy said. “I don’t think Dylan needs a guided tour of Naperville.”

“It’s fine,” Dylan said.

“No, trust me,” Amy said. “This town is so boring, the most inspiring motto it could think of is ‘At least we’re not Bolingbrook.’”

I noticed Chad was keeping his left hand out of sight. Sometimes he stuffed it in his pocket; other times he held it under the table. He was pretty subtle about it, so I don’t think the others noticed. But I did.

“I saw Rosie has a show this weekend,” Mom was saying.

“Yeah,” Amy said. “She’s doing a gig in Lakeview.”

“That could be fun.”

“I guess... but if we’re gonna go into the city, there’s a lot more to do than just that.”

I kept biting my lip. I was trying to figure out when and how to make our announcement. It hadn’t occurred to me that Chad would already be wearing the ring— and Amy had a radar for that kind of shit. I didn’t want to ask him to take it off, but if he was going to be wearing it 24/7, we couldn’t keep things quiet for long.

Dylan seemed to be taking my family’s bullshit in stride. I could tell Mom and Dad had given him the third degree at the airport, and probably over dinner, long before they’d ever gotten home. It was presumably the same treatment they’d given Chad the year before: they acted super friendly and all, but all of us knew they were judging his ass. Of course, the difference was that Chad had been my first serious boyfriend, and the only one I’d ever brought home, so he’d given my parents their first glimpse of me loving a dude. Dylan wasn’t nearly as groundbreaking, since Amy never needed to come out of any closets. Even so, I could tell Mom and Dad were worried about Dylan banging their little girl.

I noticed Amy was busy texting. A few seconds later, my phone buzzed in my pocket.

In case you were wondering, she wrote, I told them you’d just come home and you plopped on the bed. So that’s how it broke.

I gritted my teeth. Seriously? I wrote back. Is that the best you could come up with?

Hey, do you think I had a choice? she asked. We all heard the crash. If you think you can come up with a better story, be my guest.

I looked over at my parents. They were totally oblivious, just chatting away. I tried to gauge if they actually believed what Amy had told them. Okay fine, I finally wrote. I guess it is what it is.

Amy nodded, but she didn’t text me back. Neither of us said another word, but then again, we didn’t really need to.

Mom and Dad stayed up long past their bedtime. By eleven o’clock, Dad was getting cranky, so Mom took him to bed, and we all agreed we’d sleep in the next morning. I wanted to retreat to my room, but with my bed obviously out of commission, Chad and I went to the guest room instead.

“You know,” I said as we got into bed, “we’re gonna need to tell them tomorrow. I don’t see us keeping this a secret any longer.”

Chad licked his lips. “Yeah. I know.”

“Are you nervous about it?”

“Well... not really nervous, it’s just....”

“It’s just what?”

“I just... I dunno what to expect.”

“That makes two of us,” I said, as I put my hand on his cheek. “But you know what? I don’t care.”

Chad paused for a moment, then kissed my hand. “You know... we haven’t talked about our names.”

“Our names?”

“Yeah. Like if we’re gonna take each other’s names when we’re married.”

I frowned. I hadn’t even thought about that. I’d been so focused on proposing that I hadn’t even considered what would come later. “You mean you’d want me to be a Scott Collins?”

“I don’t know if I like the sound of that. Considering how fucked up my family is—”

“Are you saying you’d rather be Chad Harrington? I don’t know if I like that any better.”

“You’re just used to calling me Collins.”

“Yeah, cause that’s been your name since you were born—”

“Don’t look now, but a lot of people have done the same thing. Like your mom when she married your dad. Or my own mom for that matter.”

“That’s different.”

“Not really,” he said. “I mean, I’m not saying we need to. We can keep our names the same if we want. Or we could hyphenate: like Harrington-Collins, or Collins-Harrington. Take your pick.”

“I don’t know,” I said. “That’s kind of a mouthful. And if you do run for office, which I’m sure you will... I don’t know if it’d fit on a flyer or poster or whatever.”

“Is that seriously the first thing you think of?”

“Well....” I didn’t want to say anything, but I felt like Chad had a way brighter future than I did. As much as I liked my job, I knew I was really only qualified to wait tables and make drinks, and I wasn’t sure if or when that was going to change. Even if I got to be like Thaxter, and if I ran my own business and everything, it was still a far cry from public office. Or wherever Chad’s journey might take him.

“You don’t need to stress about it,” he said. He put his arm around me, and he pressed his body against mine. “We’ve got plenty of time to figure these things out.”

I knew he was right, but I couldn’t help thinking that this was getting very real. I was going to be getting married. To a man, no less. Which meant we’d be proclaiming our love in front of a judge, or a minister, or whoever it ended up being— not to mention at least a few friends and family. It also meant making a lot of important decisions, and not just about the wedding itself. Our names were just a few of the fundamental questions that would affect our whole lives.

The next morning, after we showered and dressed, I was the first to head for the kitchen. At first, the scene seemed completely mundane. Dad was reading the paper the way he always did. Mom was grinding beans for our coffee.

“Morning sweetheart.”

“Morning Mom.”

“Is everything okay?”

I frowned. “What are you talking about?”

“You and Chad were so quiet last night.”

“Everything’s cool.”

“Well, I just want to be sure. And I hope he’s taking good care of you.”

“Mom, I’m not a little kid anymore. I don’t need to be taken care of.” I sat down at the table, in the same chair where I’d come out to them. It was weird to think how almost two years had gone by; yet here I was, about to break another piece of big news. I wasn’t quite as nervous this time, but otherwise it did feel very similar.

Amy and Dylan showed up not long after. I gathered my thoughts for a minute, texted Chad, and told him it was time. It felt like quite a while before he came in the room, though it was probably just a minute or two.

“So,” I said, “we do have something to tell you.”

Mom perked up. “Yes?”

I turned to Chad. “Go ahead. Show them.”

Chad held up his hand, and he pointed to the ring. Amy’s mouth dropped open, while Mom froze in her tracks.

“Are you serious?” Mom asked.

“Of course we are,” I replied.

“Wow,” Amy said. “Congratulations!”

“Thank you—”

“I love you guys,” Amy said as she hugged both of us at once.

Mom hugged us too, though she didn’t say anything. Her eyes were watering, so she just let her expression do the talking.

“So what happened?” Amy asked. “Who asked who?”

“Scott asked me,” Chad said.

“Have you decided when?”

“Well no—”

“Or where?”

I shook my head. “We haven’t gotten that far.”

“Wait a minute,” Dad said as he looked up from his paper. “What’s going on? What are you talking about?”

Amy ripped the paper out of his hands. “Dad!” she yelled. “Have you seriously not been listening?”

“I’ve been listening, I just don’t follow—”

“Chad has an engagement ring on his finger,” Amy snapped. “A ring that Scott gave him. And we were just congratulating them. And asking when the wedding would be.”

Dad blinked a few times. Then he suddenly seemed to put two and two together. “O-oh,” he said as he turned to me and Chad. “You got engaged?”

Amy smacked herself on the forehead. “Omigod, what is it with men? How clearly do you need things spelled out?”

Dylan didn’t say a word. I could tell if he’d been confused too, or if he was trying to stay neutral.

“Well,” Dad replied, “I guess that explains how the bed got destroyed.”

“Dad!” Amy yelled.

“What? We were all thinking it.”

I could feel myself blushing. I didn’t want my parents thinking of me and Chad having sex, even if Dad was absolutely right.

“Anyway, ignore him,” Amy said. “We’re gonna need to celebrate. We don’t need to go to Rosie’s thing, unless you really want to—”

“It’s fine,” I said. “We don’t need to make a big deal out of this.”

“I hate to break it to you,” Amy said, “but you getting married actually IS a big deal.”

I just shrugged. At that point, I wasn’t about to argue. I looked at Chad, and he looked right back; I could tell we both felt the same way.

This set the tone for the rest of our morning. Mom and Amy kept peppering us with questions, and they offered lots of unsolicited advice. Mom also told stories from when she and Dad got married. Chad and I just smiled and nodded and took it in stride.

I was especially relieved that Amy was cool with it, since she could’ve easily gotten jealous. Not only were we upstaging her and her new boyfriend— as much as we’d tried to avoid it— but I was also marrying a guy that I knew she’d been attracted to, at least before she’d met Dylan. Yet she seemed as excited as anyone, which I took as a good sign.

We were tempted to tell Chad’s family too, but we ended up holding off. We knew they wouldn’t be nearly as supportive, and we didn’t want to spoil the moment. My parents wanted to go out and celebrate, which we weren’t about to object to.

Most of that day was a blur. We all hung out as a family, strolling around Lincoln Park, posing for group pictures, going out for a nice lunch, and so on. We even let Dad talk us into visiting some random museums, which the rest of us didn’t care about, but Dad enjoyed them like a kid in a candy store.

We capped things off by going to see Amy’s friend Rosie. She was performing at a comedy club that night, and as soon as we got there, I had a weird feeling of deja vu. For one thing, the club was just outside of Boystown, where I’d hung out during my slut phase. I’d also never forgotten how Rosie had saved my ass when Chad and I were at our low point— and to be honest, I’d never properly thanked her. I kept thinking that if it hadn’t been for her, it was very possible that Chad and I wouldn’t have made it.

Rosie’s set was actually really good. She mostly made fun of herself, though she also picked on the people in the front row. Some off her off-color jokes made me cringe, considering my parents were sitting right there, but we all got some good laughs.

After the show, we were going to say hi to her when I heard a familiar voice. “Hey R.J.!”

Oh shit, I thought. The only people who called me R.J. were anonymous hookups from years before.

I turned around, and sure enough, I saw a muscle guy pushing through the crowd. I immediately recognized him as Gabe. “Long time no see!” he said. Then he started acting flirtatious. “Where’ve you been all this time?”

I didn’t want to be rude, but of all days, this was the day I did not want to run into old flames. “Oh, you know,” I said as calmly as I could, “just... keeping myself busy.”

Gabe nodded. “Is that so?”

“This is my fiancé,” I said without thinking. “Chad, this is Gabe. Gabe, Chad.”

“Oh wow,” Gabe said. “Fiancé, huh?”

I nodded. I didn’t know what else to say; I just kept trying to read the look on Chad’s face.

Gabe seemed to take my revelation in stride. “Well, congratulations,” he said. “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s all good,” Gabe said. “You know, if you guys wanna have a drink—”

“Scott!” Amy said from the other side of the room. “Get over here!”

“Sorry,” I said to Gabe. “We gotta go.”

“It’s cool,” he said. “Hopefully I’ll see you boys around.”

“Yeah,” I said, though my stomach was tied up in knots. Chad clearly knew what was up. It was the first time he’d met one of my exes— if that was even the right word. Granted, I’d met Chad’s ex Valerie; but I felt like that was different, considering she was a girl and they’d been a full-blown couple.

“C’mere,” Amy said as she gestured toward Rosie, who was standing by her side.

“Hey!” I said to Rosie, and I gave her the obligatory compliments. I also thanked her for all she’d done for us. But as we talked, I noticed Chad was keeping an eye on Gabe; he kept tracking him through the crowd like a Terminator or something. I could tell Chad had a boner, though he kept it well-hidden, so the others had no idea.

I wanted to pull my man aside and talk to him one-on-one. But my family kept getting in the way, so I had to hold off till we got home.

Ironically, our main chore that night was to throw out the wreckage of my bed. We actually had to check how to legally get rid of it, since it was bulkier than our usual trash. I was almost tempted to keep a piece of it, maybe as a souvenir or something. But I figured this was as good a time as any to throw away a relic of my past.

We were supposed to leave it on the curb for an early-morning pickup. When we finished carrying it outside, that’s when Chad spoke up, though he didn’t say what I’d expected. “You know,” he said, “I want to know more about this.”

“What do you mean?” I asked. “More about what?”

Chad straightened his back and looked out across the debris. He almost looked like a conquering hero. “Well... I’m obviously not the first person you fucked in that bed....”

“No,” I said, “but you’re obviously the last. For more reasons than one.”

“Uh-huh,” he said. “Is that where you did it with Gabe?”

“Say what?”

He turned and headed back toward the house. “I mean, considering we’re gonna be husbands... we should probably know the details about who all we’ve been with. And it goes both ways: I’ll tell you anything.”

I wasn’t sure what to make of this. On the one hand, it wasn’t the first time Chad had asked questions like this; he’d always seemed to love when other guys hit on me. On the other hand, I had to admit I felt weird about it. “Now wait,” I said. “Do you seriously like thinking of me with other guys?”

“Not exactly,” he said. “But you’ve gotta admit, we’ve all got pasts. It wasn’t like you and I were born the day we met... no matter what the romantics want to say.” He stopped in front of the garage door, and he put his arm around me. “I’ll tell you what I do like. I fucking love knowing you could’ve landed any guy... but you came back to me.”

“Oh come on. Who says I could’ve landed any guy?”

“Hey, don’t mess with my fantasy—”

“I mean, you already know how bad I wanted you. Why do you think I asked you to marry my ass?”

“That’s more like it,” he said, and he moved closer to me. “Tell me more.”

I paused for a second. I did want to tell him everything, but I wasn’t sure this was the place to do it. I ended up stepping back, opening the door, and pulling Chad into the house. “Okay,” I said as I took him into the guest room, and I locked the door behind us. “I guess you’ve got a right to know.”

“It’s not just about me,” he said. “You can ask me anything. No matter how private.”

“Okay,” I said, “who was the first guy you jacked off to?”

“Well... I learned to jack off by watching porn. Does that count?”

“I guess....”

“I mean, I’d heard of masturbation, like the kids at school would make jokes about it. But I didn’t want to ask questions, so I just Googled it. And I found a bunch of videos of guys beating off. I tried it for myself, right then and there... and that’s how I got myself off for the very first time. I remember thinking how amazing it felt... though as it turns out, I was just getting started.”

I licked my lips. I was starting to get a boner of my own.

“Maybe a month after that was when I discovered the nude beach. That was so much better than the Internet, the way I could watch those guys strip down and sunbathe and everything else.” He smiled as he savored the memory. “Then I’d come home, lock the door to my room... and I’d just go to town on my dick.”

“Did you ever join them?”

“I was definitely tempted,” Chad said, “but no, I just watched. From that overlook I showed you at the top of the cliff.” He closed his eyes, and he took a deep breath. “There was this one dude... a big muscle guy. Broad shoulders, huge biceps, the works. And a massive fucking cock. He got me so fucking horny, I barely made it home. I thought I was gonna need to jack off in the bushes.”

“Weren’t you sleeping with girls back then?”

“Not at first, but eventually yeah,” he said. “Of course, you know I always fantasized when I did it with girls. Hell, I probably wanted dick more than they did. And it took me forever to cum... though I tried to tell Valerie I just had stamina or whatever.”

I nodded. “Was that how she figured out you were gay?”

“I don’t know for sure,” he said, “but she always said I didn’t want to do it as much as she expected. My excuse was always that I was being respectful, and that I didn’t just see her as a sex object... which I guess was partly true. The dead giveaway was probably when she fingered my hole while I fucked her, which got me off a lot faster.”

“Huh,” I said. “It does seem weird to think of you fucking a girl....”

“Well, think of it this way,” he replied, and he put his arm around me. “I traded up... and I’m never going back.”

I gave him a quick kiss. “Same here,” I said.

“Speaking of which,” Chad said, “talk to me about this Gabe.”

“I-I guess he was cool and all,” I said. “But I only hooked up with him once, so it’s not like we actually dated. He’s one of those sophisticated gays, with a fancy apartment... you know the type.”

“How’d you meet him?”

“At a bar,” I said.

Chad caressed my crotch. “I’m guessing then he took you home?”

“Oh, so that’s where this is going?”

“If you want to put it that way.” Chad leaned closer and whispered in my ear. “I told you, I want to know details. What’d you do with him?”

I nodded. I had to admit, his questions did turn me on. “Well... he started by sucking my dick....”

“Was he good at it?”

I felt my cock start to throb. “He definitely knew what he was doing,” I said, “but he didn’t make me feel as good as you do....”

“Atta boy,” Chad said. He pulled me down on the bed, and he pressed his boner against me. “Did he make you cum?”

“Well... I-I mean not right then. I thought he was gonna fuck me, but he said he was a total bottom.”

“So in other words, he just wanted your dick.” As he said it, Chad opened my fly.

“If you want to put it that way.”

By now Chad had his hand on my cock, and was pulling it out. “Did you give him what he wanted?”

“Well yeah, like I said—”

“Did you like his ass?”

I ran my hands down Chad’s body. “It was nice,” I said, “but not like yours.”

“Mm,” Chad said as he moved in for a kiss. “How’d you fuck him?”

“Which time?” I asked as we started making out.

“You mean you fucked him more than once?”

“Technically twice,” I said. “The first time was on the couch... we started with him riding me, and we finished doggy-style. Later I fucked him in the shower, standing up. Plus we fooled around in the kitchen, though I’m not sure if that counts....”

“What do you mean, fooled around?”

“I gave him a blowjob,” I said, “and then he fingered me... and he jerked both of us off.”

Chad’s dick seemed to twitch. I could tell his hormones were raging. “You did all of that in one night?”

“Well, that and the next morning. But once I left his house, I never talked to him again.”

“Till tonight.”

I paused for a moment, then nodded. “Yeah,” I said, “till tonight.”

“What about the other guys you slept with?”

“Wait a minute,” I said. I rolled over in bed, so I was lying on top of him. “Shouldn’t you be telling me what you did too?”

“I mean... if you want to talk about what I’ve done with dudes, you pretty much already know.”

“Are you saying those guys on the beach were the only ones who made you horny?”

“Well no... I told you about my basketball team, didn’t I?”

“Not in detail.”

Chad let out a deep breath. “I used to stay in the locker room as long as I could,” he said. “I’d watch them get undressed, and shower, and everything else... I mean, it wasn’t like I was spying, they knew I was there. And we were all friends. But I tried not to be too obvious about it.” By now his dick was oozing pre-cum, and so was mine. “Like sometimes, when they left their jockstraps lying out, and I was there by myself... I used to hold them up to my nose and inhale. That’s how I knew I fucking loved a man’s scent—”

“And then what?”

“Well, you know the rest. It wasn’t that different than the beach. I’d just lock myself in the stalls and jack off.”

I pressed my body against Chad’s, so my boner was right against his. “Did you jack off to anyone in particular?”

“Well....”

“I know what that means,” I said. “You did, didn’t you?”

“I’m not denying it,” he said. “If you really want to know, his name was Brandon Stewart. He was usually our power forward. He was super cool... to the point I thought he might be trying to flirt with me. And he was always talking about his dick, and how he’d fuck girls with it and stuff....”

“What did it look like?”

“His dick?” Chad asked. “Well, he was cut. And he curved a little to the left. His right nut was bigger than the other. He had a lot of body hair, but his butt was pretty smooth... and it glistened when he got out of the shower.”

“It sounds like you remember really well.”

“I mean yeah. We were always having to get naked in front of each other.”

I looked down at Chad’s engorged cock. “You’re sure you never did anything with him?”

“If I did, I would’ve told you,” he said. “Not that I didn’t want to. Whenever we were at a tournament or whatever, they always booked two guys to each room, and I kept hoping he and I would get put together. I guess the closest we got was one time, when they put us in a hotel with free porn. The whole team got together and watched it... I wanted so bad for the other guys to whip out their dicks p, especially Brandon—”

“So what happened?”

Chad clucked his tongue. “Not much,” he said. “Once it was over, we just went back to our rooms. Of course you can guess what I did: I jacked off in the bathroom. I’m guessing most of the others did too.”

“Mm,” I said. “I wish I could’ve been there.”

“I do too,” he replied, and he put his hand on my pants. “Anyway, I think it’s time you took off the rest of these clothes.”

“The feeling’s mutual,” I said as I got up, pulled off my clothes, and threw them aside. Chad got naked too, then motioned for me to get back in the bed.

“You still haven’t answered my question,” he said.

“What question?”

“About the other guys you slept with.”

I felt a pang of embarrassment, but then I looked in Chad’s eyes, which somehow got me to relax. “Well,” I said, “I’ll admit it... there were quite a few. How much detail do you want?”

Chad cupped his hands around my butt cheeks. “Who was the hottest?”

“I just... are you really sure about this?”

“I just told you about my high school crush. I’ve never told that to anyone. So if I can tell you my secrets—”

“Well,” I said, “I mean if you put it that way... I-I kind of liked the redhead....”

“What was his name?”

“I have no idea.”

“Seriously?”

“He was a Grindr hookup,” I said. “He was a really good dancer, but that’s about all I know.”

Chad took one hand off my ass, reached between us, and took both of our cocks in one hand. “What was so hot about him?”

“His dancing was actually part of it,” I said. “He did a helluva striptease. And he had a nice twink cock. With bright red pubes and everything.”

Chad started stroking both of us at once. “Tell me more about that cock,” he said. “Did he fuck you with it?”

“No,” I said. “He was the bottom, same as Gabe. But he shot a hell of a load.”

“I bet he did, if he had your dick inside him....”

“I guess if you want to put it that way....”

“So when you were sleeping with these guys,” he said, “were you always the top?”

“No,” I said. “I bottomed for a bunch of them.”

“A bunch of them?” Chad asked. “How many dudes were you with, exactly?”

I felt another wave of nerves. “Well,” I said, “back then, I didn’t keep count... but you know why I was so horny?”

“Why?”

I looked directly in his eyes. Now our faces were just inches apart. “It was you,” I said. “Once I got to experience your dick... I mean, when we were apart that summer, I was craving it so bad. There wasn’t a damn thing that could’ve satisfied me... except you.”

Chad didn’t seem to know how to respond. “So you’re saying when we met, it was love at first sight?”

“Well,” I said, “if I’m gonna be honest, it started off more like lust... at least for me. But yeah, I was into you from the start.” I swallowed hard. “How about you?”

“I’ll tell you what,” Chad said. “After that first time we fucked, I was dying to find an excuse to come talk to you again. I wanted back in your pants like you wouldn’t believe.”

“Well... maybe I can relate.” I put my hand on his dick, which was practically dripping with pre-cum, and I spread my legs. “And now you can get in my pants for life.”

“That’s what I’m talking about,” he said. By this point, both of our bodies were primed for action. Chad quietly lubed up his cock and slid it inside me.

I let out a gasp. “Oh fuck yeah,” I said as we started making love. I savored the feeling of his penis, the way it opened me up, the way it slid back and forth... and most of all, the way my heart still pounded for him, even after all this time. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind, Chad was the most incredible guy I’d ever known. The love of my life. The dude I wanted to grow old with.

Chad seemed to read my mind. He started making out with me, which he seemed to relish just as much as I did. He let out a few moans, and his nose pressed right against mine, so we were both inhaling each other’s breaths.

I was so close, I knew I wouldn’t last long. Even without touching my dick, I was about to go over the edge.

Chad suddenly pulled out, and he grabbed both of our dicks with one hand. Then he jerked us both off, with our boners sandwiched together and our ballsacks bouncing into one another. It felt like both of our packages were merging into one.

A wave of ecstasy overtook me. I looked down just in time to see both of our penises erupting at once. Our cum mixed in mid-air, then splattered on my abs. Both of our bodies shuddered with pleasure, and we shot one follow-up jet after another, in almost perfect synchronization.

Once we were both finished, Chad leaned down and lapped up our loads. But instead of swallowing, he motioned for me to open my mouth.

I did as I as told, and we shared the cummiest kiss we’d ever had. It was impossible to tell how much of it was Chad’s load, and how much of it was mine, but it hardly seemed to matter. I could practically taste our sperm cells swimming together, mingling on an almost molecular level.

We let our juices slosh back and forth, from my mouth back into Chad’s, then back into mine, over and over. We coated our tongues, our gums, our tonsils, you name it, before we finally both swallowed.

“Mm,” I said as I felt our cum go deep inside my body. “You know what?”

“What?”

“I might’ve been with other guys,” I said, “but being with you is better than all of them put together. And I’m not just saying that... I would know.”

Chad snuggled up to me, and he put his hand on my chest. “You have no idea how much that means to me,” he said, “and if you’re gonna be stuck with me for life... I wouldn’t want it any other way.”



To be continued... only two chapters left!

 

[sheep]

That was so fuckin' hot. The story deserves a re-read when you finish it.

 

[IrishBuflo]

This is my favorite series in here. I get so fucking hard reading these...

 

[Kyanimal]

Dude! You had me weeping from both of my eyes, and Animal's one, too!

Only two chapters left to go? Gonna start a new story after this one?

(You're pretty good at typing with just one hand. )

HUGS, Bri!!
Chaz

 

[Briacon429]

Awwww... thanks guys!

(Yes, Kyanimal, I do have some other stories in the hopper... though I might take a little break, since I’ve already spent more than two years on this one! As for writing with one hand, well, I plead the fifth on that one! I probably shouldn’t say how much cum I’ve spilled with these boys....)

 

[Briacon429]

CHAPTER 35


The next morning, Chad and I woke up to the sound of gasping and groaning in the next room. Apparently Amy and Dylan were fucking. I was a little grossed out at first, because after all, Amy was my damn sister. Then again, it didn’t seem worse than she’d walked in on me and Chad. I knew she had needs, the same way I did. So if she was getting good dick, I figured more power to her.

I never expected to see that dick for myself, but when Chad and I went to get ready, we caught Dylan in the middle of a shower. He’d apparently forgotten to lock the bathroom door, and we stepped back before he realized we were there. Even so, we got a hell of an eyeful, which was practically imprinted on my brain. Dylan’s shaft was nice and thick, still semi-hard from what he and Amy had done. His cockhead was downright beautiful, and his balls were swinging back and forth like a couple of pendulums. At that moment, he was sticking his face in the water, and he was letting it pour all over him.

“Damn,” Chad said as soon as were behind closed doors. “Your sister has good taste.”

“Don’t be getting ideas,” I said.

“You know I’m not,” he replied, “but you gotta admit, you can see why she’d dig that.”

“Yeah, well... I’ve seen better.”

“What do you mean?”

“When I first laid eyes on you. In our dorm showers, Freshmen year.”

“Oh. That.” He licked his lips. “I guess that was kind of an important moment....”

“Well yeah,” I said as I looked at his engagement ring. “Considering how far we’ve come....”

“Mm-hm.” Chad kissed my neck, then nibbled on my earlobe. “Though we still need to figure out what comes next.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well,” he said, “before I can properly have marital relations with you—”

“Chad—”

“Are you saying you’d rather be living in sin?”

“Not exactly,” I said, “considering I was the one who proposed. I mean, don’t get me wrong, it’s not like I mind a little sin—”

“Oh believe me, I know,” Chad replied. “And thank God for that.”

I gave him a kiss, and I wanted to go further, but I knew we couldn’t get too frisky. After all, we did need to hop in the shower as soon as it was free. “Anyway... you were saying? About what comes next?”

“Well, we’ve got a helluva lot to figure out,” Chad said. “About the wedding, I mean. I don’t know about you, but I don’t know where to start. Hell, I’ve never even seen a gay wedding.”

“That makes two of us,” I said, “though we could always ask Thaxter and Bruce... or maybe Tony and Craig.”

“Yeah I guess,” Chad replied, but before he could say anything more, we heard the bathroom door open. Chad looked in my eyes, and I nodded; we knew we’d need to save this conversation for later.

Our shower was pretty uneventful, though it got me pretty horny. After all, it did mean getting naked with Chad. We lathered up each other’s hair, followed by the rest of our bodies, while the steam swirled around us. I would’ve loved to have taken things further, but I knew we didn’t have time. Once again, we’d need to hold off till later.

We spent that whole morning with my family. Mom encouraged me to check out her and Dad’s old wedding stuff, which they’d kept in the attic. I wasn’t opposed to it, but I did feel like we needed to do first things first. We still hadn’t announced our engagement to Chad’s parents, nor his brother for that matter. As much as we wanted to put that off, we knew we really shouldn’t.

We ended up Skyping his mom that afternoon. Linda had obviously realized something was up, since Chad didn’t usually call her out of the blue. She brought Patrick into the room, so we got to tell them both at once. They both acted cool about it, though I’m not sure if they really knew what to make of it.

Of course the bigger issue was Chad’s dad, who was still in L.A. with his sister. We did feel like Pam would be in our corner, considering she was a lesbian herself. In fact, she even had Gladys join our Skype. But Bill’s reaction was exactly what we’d feared.

Chad was about halfway through his announcement when his dad butted in. “Wait a minute,” he said. “Why the hell would you want to marry a man?”

“Dad,” he said, “it’s called being gay—”

“Why can’t you just marry a girl like a normal person?”

Chad blinked. “A normal person?”

“I should’ve fucking made you enlist,” Bill said. “That would’ve kept you away from all that liberal bullshit.”

“Liberal bullshit?” Chad asked. “Dad, I was gay the day I was born. Hell, I was gay when you taught me to shoot hoops. And when you lectured me about my report card. And when you tried to tell me about the birds and the bees.”

“Oh please,” Bill replied. “You know you need to get help.”

“Dad—”

“A fucking psychiatrist, that’s what you need. I don’t know what the hell your mother did to you.”

Chad sneered. “I don’t think you want to go there.”

“Why not?”

“Because she’s not the one who fucked me up. Okay?”

“Woah,” I said without thinking. I wanted to tell them both to calm down, but I never got the chance.

“I didn’t raise you to be a faggot,” Bill was saying.

“You didn’t raise me at all,” Chad shot back. “You think you can spend all that time away from your kids, then parachute into our lives like we’re some other mission you’ve been given?”

“You ungrateful little shit—”

“And you wonder why your marriage didn’t last. Well, you know what? I’m not gonna make the same mistakes you did.”

Pam cleared her throat. “Now Chad—”

“Why are you letting him talk like this?” Chad asked. “Go ahead. Tell him what you really think.”

“Your father’s got a condition.”

“You think I don’t know that?” Chad snapped. “I was the one who took months out of my life to help him through it. But you know what? That’s not what made him homophobic.”

“Oh come on,” she said, “now show some respect.”

“I’m the one who needs to show some respect?” Chad asked. “Not to mention I’m the one who’s ungrateful?”

“Don’t talk that way to my brother.”

“Why are you defending him? He’s just as homophobic about you. You even said so yourself.”

Pam and Gladys exchanged looks. “Well....”

“Here’s the bottom line,” Chad said. “I’m getting married to Scott. Our guests are gonna be people who support us, and who care about us, and who are gonna be happy for us.”

“Chad—”

“If you want to be one of them, you can. And I seriously hope you do, you have no fucking idea... but if you’re gonna be an asshole about it, then we don’t need you there. Or in our lives for that matter. It’s your choice.”

Pam seemed like she was about to say something else, but before she could, Chad hung up the call. With that, their images disappeared from the screen, and the computer went silent.

Chad just sat there at first. Then he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and buried his face in his hands.

“I’m sorry babe,” was all I could say.

Chad’s phone started buzzing, and Pam’s name flashed up on the caller ID. Chad just scoffed and let the call go to voicemail. “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised,” he said. “We knew this was coming.”

“Well... it doesn’t make it right.”

“I never said it did,” he replied. “But you know I was serious... with that part about him being part of our lives. Or not.”

I chewed my lip. It broke my heart to see how much Chad had tried to get through to his father. They’d obviously had their issues long before Chad and I had met. I hadn’t forgotten how Chad had struggled to come out, including how long he’d stayed in denial. And I definitely hadn’t forgotten what had felt like an eternity when we were apart, when Chad was in his father’s hospital room, trying to smooth things over. Yet none it seemed to have worked. “Baby,” I said, “I am so incredibly proud of you. To see how strong you are, and how gutsy you are... I’m fucking in awe of you, and I’m not just saying that.”

“Well,” Chad said, “I hope he takes this as seriously as you do. I’d give anything for that shit... though I’m not getting my hopes up. And if he does let me go, then fuck him.”

I didn’t know what to say to that. I just held my man as tightly as I could.

“You know,” he said, “there’s something I’ve been wanting to give you.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

He turned to his suitcase. “I found it yesterday, when we were in the city. I was gonna surprise you later, but I guess now is as good a time as any.”

“Surprise me with what?”

Chad pulled something from his suitcase, and he handed it to me. It was a framed copy of a poem.

We two boys together clinging,
One the other never leaving,
Up and down the roads going, North and South excursions making,
Power enjoying, elbows stretching, fingers clutching,
Arm'd and fearless, eating, drinking, sleeping, loving,
No law less than ourselves owning, sailing, soldiering, thieving, threatening,
Misers, menials, priests alarming, air breathing, water drinking, on the turf or the sea-beach dancing,
Cities wrenching, ease scorning, statutes mocking, feebleness chasing,
Fulfilling our foray.

“It’s Walt Whitman,” Chad said. “It reminded me of when we were in D.C. together.”

I felt a lump in my throat. This actually meant a lot coming from Chad. It was one thing to say to hell with the rest of the world; it was another thing to actually risk going through with it. All for the sake of being with me.

I didn’t know how I could possibly repay him for the sacrifices he was making. All I could really do was to give him the best wedding I possibly could. I kept trying to figure out how I’d pull it off.

I tossed and turned quite a bit that night. Chad was fast asleep beside me, so I snuggled up against him, and I stared at his unconscious face. He didn’t respond; he just kept breathing softly. I couldn’t help thinking how peaceful he looked, and how sexy he was. I was tempted to kiss him, but I didn’t want to risk waking him up.

Finally I decided to take my mom’s advice. I put on some clothes, and I went to see what my family had in storage. But when I opened the attic door, I found I wasn’t alone.

“Oh shit!” Amy said as she jumped with surprise. She slammed her laptop shut, but not before I saw two naked guys going at it.

“What the— I mean... w-what the hell are you doing here?”

“I....” Amy glanced at her laptop. “It’s nothing.”

“You scared the shit out of me.”

“That’s not my fault,” she said. “What was I supposed to do?”

“You mean while you’re watching gay porn?”

“W-well....”

“Don’t deny it. I know what I saw.”

Amy’s cheeks turned red. “It’s not just me. Y-you know a lot of girls do it... the same reason guys watch lesbian porn.”

“Not all guys,” I said. “I haven’t watched lesbian stuff in years—”

“No shit,” she said. “That’s because you like dick as much as I do.”

I gritted my teeth at first, but I had to admit she wasn’t wrong. I even knew the clip she’d been watching: it was the classic scene of Logan and Nate, which I’d jacked off to more times than I could count. “Well anyway,” I said, “I-I mean if that’s what you like....”

“Scott—”

“Are you at least getting what you need from Dylan?”

Amy looked at me weird. She’d always been the one to ask the personal questions. She seemed caught off guard being on the receiving end. “Well yeah,” she said, “he’s obviously hot. And he’s really good in bed.”

“Does he go down on you?”

“E-excuse me?”

“You asked me that question about Chad. Remember?”

“I mean....”

“And wasn’t that your big complaint about Kevin?”

Amy snorted. “Yeah,” she said. “I mean, Dylan does go down on me. A lot. It’s a helluva change, finally being with a guy who likes the same stuff I do.”

I felt like the awkwardness was going away. It felt pretty cool to be talking to her like this. It felt like we were connecting on a whole new level, and we were finding things in common that we’d never expected. “If he likes the same stuff,” I said, “you can always watch your porn together. Chad and I do it all the time.”

“Well,” she said, “that’s probably the main exception. Dylan does like porn and all, considering he’s a guy. But since he’s into pussy and I’m not... it’s not exactly easy to find something for both of us.”

I clucked my tongue. “Maybe that’s what you get for being straight.”

“That’s a helluva way to put it—”

“Does he at least know you like this stuff?”

“I mean yeah, like I said... he just doesn’t like it himself. But he’s fine with me watching it on my own. Just like I’m fine with him watching whatever.”

I nodded. “Well, anyway, I don’t want to keep you—”

“I can finish later,” she said. “You obviously came up here for a reason.”

“O-oh that can wait too... I was just gonna check out that wedding stuff—”

“What are you waiting for?” she asked. “I can help you.”

This was classic Amy, always wanting to insert herself. But since we were breaking down barriers between us, I figured I should listen to her for a change. I had to admit she had way more expertise on wedding stuff than I did, and she’d never led me astray.

Our parents’ things weren’t as helpful as I’d hoped. Mom had gone to a lot of trouble to keep her wedding dress preserved, so I guess Amy might get to wear it someday, though it was obviously no use to me and Chad. Mom and Dad had gotten married in a church, which was cool and all, but it wasn’t really up our alley. They’d definitely taken a lot of pictures, which Amy and I went through in detail. I could almost imagine what it must’ve been like to be there, even if it looked like an 80’s or 90’s rom-com, maybe Father of the Bride.

Amy did seem to drop her usual know-it-all attitude. “You know,” she said, “you should probably take what Mom and I say with a grain of salt. I mean, we really only know about straight weddings, which are all about the bride. So since you’re not gonna have one....”

“No kidding,” I said.

“Anyway, my point is, just do whatever you want. I guess that’s one of the good things about gay marriage being so new. You basically have a blank canvas. There’s no tradition to worry about, no bridezilla bullshit— at least I hope not— so you can make it your own.”

I couldn’t argue with that. I just nodded.

When I got back to bed, it was at least two o’clock in the morning. Chad was still fast asleep, so I quietly undressed and got into bed.

Chad shifted his body, and the blankets started pitching a tent. He clearly had a helluva boner, which was straining against the fabric. I couldn’t help thinking of all that talk of liking dick. My mouth watered at the idea of Chad’s man meat being just inches from mine.

I still didn’t want to wake him up, so I gingerly slid under the covers, and I positioned my body over his. A little bit of light still filtered through the sheets, so I still managed to marvel at his cock, admiring every little pore, every vein, every cell. Of course, I also knew its contours so well that I could do everything I needed by feel.

Finally I opened my mouth and slid his dick inside. I felt it hit the back of my throat, and I ran my tongue around his shaft. Even after all the times I’d blown him, I still hadn’t gotten used to the warmth and tastiness and meatiness of his dick. I couldn’t resist going apeshit on him, sucking his shaft as hard and fast as I could, while I used my hands to service his balls.

I was dying to know why he’d been so hard in the first place. Had I caught him in the middle of a dream? If so, what had he been dreaming about? Something sexy? Maybe a fantasy we could act out together?

Suddenly I felt his lips on my cock, and I realized I’d woken him up. But Chad clearly wasn’t complaining, and I wasn’t about to stop. The next thing I knew, I felt Chad’s hands on my butt cheeks, and he pulled me closer, forcing me balls-deep in his mouth.

I let out a gasp of pleasure, and as I did, I caught a whiff of his pubes. It was such a special scent, as if his body made its own aphrodisiac. It was so musky. So manly. So uniquely Chad-like. I couldn’t get enough, so took his penis even further down my throat, and I buried my nose in his curly-haired crotch. Then I breathed in as deeply as I could, and I savored his fragrance as it filled up my lungs.

At this point Chad was sucking me just as hard as I was sucking him. My balls kept bouncing against his nose, and I kept wanting to ask if he dug my smell as much as I dug his. But with both of our mouths full, all we could do was grunt and groan.

I was starting to get close, and I could tell Chad was too. His body was letting off all the classic signs, from the deep breathing to the gyrating of his hips. I sucked him harder, and I fondled his balls some more, doing everything I could to make them unload their contents.

Finally Chad’s body seized up, and his dick spasmed in my mouth. He let out a yelp, and a split second later, his cum spurted all over my palate.

That was it for me too. I let the pleasure overtake my body, and I thrust my cock into Chad’s mouth, then finally busted my nut.

“Mm,” Chad said as he enjoyed my load. At the same moment, I was cleaning Chad’s cock with my tongue, making sure I got every last drop of his juices. I savored the salty creamy taste for as long as I could; then I finally swallowed.

I let Chad’s dick plop out of my mouth, and I pulled my own dick from his. Then I turned my body around and plopped down next to Chad. “Did you like that as much as I did?”

Chad gulped down my load. “That’s a helluva way to get woken up,” he said.

“Well, I hope I wasn’t interrupting anything.”

“Ha!” he said. “You know I’d take an interruption like that anytime.” Then he wrapped his arms around me, and we shared a kiss. After that, we both slowly drifted off to sleep.

When Chad and I started wedding planning in earnest, we pretty much followed Amy’s advice. We agreed our wedding would be unique to us, reflecting our own tastes, our personalities, all the stuff that made us who we were.

This turned out to be harder than we thought. Our original idea was just to keep things low-key, and maybe tie the knot in a courthouse somewhere. But we were surprised to find how tiny these courthouses were: even in Chicago or San Diego, the courts did their weddings in rooms that held maybe fifteen or twenty people. That was barely enough room for our immediate families, much less friends or anybody else. I knew I had to invite at least a few aunts and uncles, or else they’d have hurt feelings. That, in turn, meant we’d need to find a venue of our own.

Chad wanted to do something no one would forget, since he saw it as a once-in-a-lifetime moment. To be honest, he acted like he had something to prove. He approached it like the ultimate party planning, as if we were throwing one of our old frat parties, except fancier and more memorable.

As for me, I didn’t see it that way at all. I did want to give Chad what he wanted, but I was way more worried about how we’d pay for it. Chad and I had so little money of our own, I had no idea how we’d realistically pull it off.

Setting a date was an issue onto itself. We wanted plenty of time to prepare, partly because Chad would be working on a campaign that fall: Congressman Wheeler was retiring, and Seth was running to replace him. We figured we’d get married sometime after we graduated. The tricky part was that we didn’t know where we’d end up living, or what kinds of jobs we might get at that point. Plus we had to plan around our families’ schedules too: Amy obviously had law school, Dad had that Kansas City conference he always went to, Patrick had a school schedule of his own, and the list went on and on.

Before we knew it, fall semester was in full swing, which meant we were busier than ever. Chad’s campaign work meant his schedule was crazy and unpredictable, but he was great at what he did, and I loved seeing him get so excited about it. My own work wasn’t nearly as exciting, though I did get promoted at Riedegost, and I picked up all the shifts I could.

When we announced our engagement online, we got a way bigger reaction than we expected. We’d never actually marked ourselves as “in a relationship” so it surprised a few friends we hadn’t talked to in a long time, or distant relatives or whatever. I’d assumed our relationship was already public knowledge, since we’d posted plenty of pictures together. But I guess not everyone was watching that closely.

One reaction was especially interesting. Chad got a DM from his old friend Brandon, the guy he’d used to play basketball with. Come to find out, Brandon was in the middle of coming out himself. He told Chad how much he’d always looked up to him, and how reassuring it was to see that it really does get better, and how excited he was for us.

“Holy shit,” Chad said as he stared at the message. “I mean, I guess this is flattering and all....”

“You think he’s getting the wrong idea?”

“I dunno,” he replied. “I-I mean I hope not—”

“Well,” I said as I read the message myself, “he sounds like he’s cool with it. If you compare that to what Johan wrote—”

“I guess,” Chad said. “Maybe it just goes to show how things happen for a reason. Just think what could’ve happened if we’d come out in high school.”

I blinked. “You think you would’ve ended up with him?”

“Oh no,” Chad replied. “At least not long term. But who knows what could’ve happened if I hadn’t been single Freshmen year. I probably wouldn’t have rushed the Kap Eps... which means I might’ve never met you. At least it wouldn’t have gone down the way it did.”

“Well, if it makes you feel any better, the same thing could’ve happened to me. Remember me and my ex? How we were supposed to go to college together?”

“Oh yeah,” Chad said, “I forgot about that part.”

“I mean, if this Brandon is making you feel weird or whatever, you don’t need to respond.”

Chad leaned his head against my body. “No,” he said, “he doesn’t make me feel weird... he just makes me feel lucky.” Then he looked up and gave me a kiss.

The more I thought about it, the more I appreciated Brandon’s note. At the end of the day, all I cared about what was how he treated Chad, especially after all the shit Chad had gone through. It meant a lot to see someone treat him genuinely kindly, without a shred of jealousy or self-pity or whatever. I even suggested inviting Brandon to the wedding, even though I’d never met him.

That November, when Election Day rolled around, Seth won his district, which was a big win for Chad too. I wish Chad could’ve been in San Diego to celebrate, but his class schedule wouldn’t allow it. Even so, his phone was constantly buzzing. I had to imagine this would open doors for his career— or at least I hoped it would.

It was around that same time that Linda insisted we come visit. Unlike my own mom, she didn’t seem interested in giving us advice. But she was very much interested in dress-shopping, and she demanded that we help her. I guess she assumed gay guys would be experts, even though Chad and I had no clue about that stuff. We also thought clothes-shopping was a little premature, since we still needed to sort out the more basic stuff. But we agreed to humor her, so we promised to come for Winter Break.

In the weeks leading up to that, I worked especially long hours. I could only guess how much our wedding would cost, so I tried to save up as much as I could. It did mean being away from Chad on my birthday, but I told myself it was worth it; I figured we could always celebrate some other day.

Chad apparently had some ideas of his own. My birthday was almost over when he came to the bar with his backpack.

“What’s that?” I asked as I pointed to the backpack.

“Do you remember the first time we celebrated your birthday together?”

I paused for a second. I actually had to stop and think about that.

“It was right here,” Chad said. “I’ll never forget, we were sitting at table four.” He pointed right behind him. “It was just after you’d come out to your family... and I was hoping to introduce you to mine.”

I nodded. I remembered how those steps seemed so big at the time, though looking back, a lot of them seemed trivial. At least compared to what we were doing now.

“Anyway,” he said, “I couldn’t help but mark the occasion... since this is your last birthday as an unmarried man.” He patted his backpack. “And I brought you a present.”

“Well... maybe when I’m off the clock—”

“That’s the idea,” he said. Then he flashed his trademark grin.

I knew he was up to something, and I could only imagine what it was. But I found out soon enough, after the bar closed, and I took my drawer to the office in the back. The cooks were already gone, and the janitor wouldn’t be there for an hour, so Chad and I were there by ourselves.

“Now,” he said as he opened the backpack, “I wanted to make sure you had a birthday to remember.” Then he handed me a long package.

I frowned. I took the package in my hands, and I tore off the wrapping to unveil a double-ended dildo “Oh boy,” I said. “You didn’t want to wait till I got home?”

“That would’ve been after midnight,” he said, “which means it wouldn’t have been your birthday anymore. Not to mention... Vitruvian Men just posted a video that seems right up your alley.” He opened the backpack wider, and he pulled out our iPad. As he did, I saw he’d even brought some lube.

“So you’re wanting to get naughty at my work?”

“Not if you don’t want to,” he said. “But I know you’ve fantasized about it. You’re the one who’s having a birthday, so you get to choose.”

I did find myself getting hard at that idea. I didn’t want to do anything that could get us in trouble, but I had to admit I’d thought about this before. With the building already locked, there didn’t seem to be much chance of us getting caught. “Tell me about this video,” I said. “How is it up my alley?”

“It’s an orgy,” he said as he snuggled up to me. “And I know you fantasize about that too.”

“Mm,” I said, “I guess that’s not news. You probably figured that out on our first night with the Kap Eps.”

“Either that, or the last.”

“Yeah,” I said. My dick tingled at the memories. I’d never forgotten the sight of our fraternity brothers jacking off, sucking, and fucking. Not to mention how Chad and I had done the deed in front of them. “You know you’re the only one I want to have sex with... I wouldn’t have proposed to you if I didn’t.”

“I know that,” he replied. “That’s part of the reason I got you the dildo So whenever we both want to bottom, we can. Without getting anyone to help us, a la Ryan and Marcos.”

“Or Drew.”

“Well yeah,” he said. “The point is, all I want is for you to feel good.”

I didn’t know how to respond to that. I just gave him a long kiss. As I did, I slid my hands underneath his shirt, and I caressed his abs. Finally I made my way in his pants, and I gripped his shaft. “You know,” I said as I broke off the kiss, “orgies aren’t the only thing I used to fantasize about. Back before we really met... I fantasized about you too.”

“What do you mean?”

“Back when I used to watch you in the showers,” I said, “I used to go back to my room and think about you. I even used to dream about what I’d do to you if I ever got the chance.”

“Well, you’ve got me now,” Chad said, “and you know I’m not going anywhere.”

“Thank God for that,” I said, and I kissed him again.

We made out for a little while longer, then started pulling each other’s clothes off. We just let one thing lead to another, practically ignoring the fact that I was still on the job. Chad’s shirt was the first to go, followed by my pants, socks, and underwear. Then I stripped off the rest of Chad’s clothes, and I marveled at the gorgeous hunk right in front of me. Finally he made me take off my shirt, so we were both fully naked.

“All right,” I said, “now you show me that porn you were talking about.”

“At your service,” he said as he got on the iPad. He pulled up Vitruvian Men and clicked on the featured video. It was one of those where the boys get sent to a weekend retreat, somewhere in the middle of nowhere, with nothing to do but jump each other’s bones. It starred a few of our old mainstays like Nate, Vince, and Darren, plus two newcomers named Ethan and Ray.

Chad and I couldn’t fit in a single office chair, so we sat in separate chairs right next to each other. At first we just stroked our cocks while we watched. Then I leaned over to Chad, snuggled up against him, and started playing with his balls.

“Mm,” he said, “keep doing that....”

I felt his package respond as the guys onscreen started blowing each other. Chad seemed especially excited at the newcomers, Ethan and Ray. “You like those guys,” I said.

“Well yeah,” he said. “They’re hot. You gotta admit, that’s an awesome fucking dick.” He pointed to the screen, which was showing a closeup of Ray’s thick shaft. Then, a second later, Nate took Ray down his throat.

I couldn’t help thinking how Ray’s dick looked a lot like Dylan’s. Of course, the real difference was that Dylan was straight, which was almost a shame. I bet any number of guys would’ve loved to have gotten their hands on that cock. Then again, it did mean Amy got to enjoy it, and she did seem to like being on the receiving end of it. The same way I loved being on the receiving end of Chad’s. Or, for that matter, how Chad loved being on the receiving end of mine.

I lost my train of thought when Chad reached over and massaged my shaft. His touch was warm and delicate, and it sent a tingle through my body. I loved how Chad was such an expert at knowing what I liked, with his years of experience. I could only hope to return the favor, so I moved my hand up his package, and I stroked his shaft and his cockhead.

Onscreen, Nate was still blowing Ray, and Ray was clearly loving it. Darren had been sucking Vince’s dick, but now he let Ethan take over. Ethan got on all fours to service Vince, and Darren took the opportunity to start eating Ethan’s butt.

I started stroking Chad harder and harder, while he stroked me too. He turned his head to mine, and we went back to making out. Chad’s tongue swirled around my mouth, while his manly beard brushed back and forth against my face. His cock was throbbing in my hand, while my own cock was quivering at his touch. We were both getting close to the edge, but we didn’t want to cum too fast, so we both eased up on our packages.

“Baby,” I said when our lips came apart, “you know after we’re married... how naughty do you think we’re gonna be?”

“That depends. How naughty do you want it?”

“I dunno,” I said. “I mean, I know we’ll have responsibilities and stuff... I just don’t want to be one of those boring married couples. All suburban with a white picket fence. Basically like my parents.”

“Don’t be too hard on your parents,” he said. “I wish mine could’ve taken some lessons from yours.”

“Well... true....”

“Considering we’re gay, that makes us a lot less boring right there. And I’ll tell you what.” He put a hand on my butt cheek, and he pulled me toward him. “I’m gonna keep tapping this ass as much as humanly possible. Just like I want you to keep tapping mine.”

“Yeah,” I said as I kissed him again. I couldn’t help thinking how repressed I’d been before I’d met Chad. I’d basically kept my whole sexuality under wraps. I’d never openly jacked off, I’d never watched porn with someone else, and I hadn’t let myself admit how much I loved dick. Yet Chad had opened all those doors for me and more. I loved how we could be totally candid about our urges, our desires, and our fantasies— and I especially loved being able to act out those fantasies for real.

By now, the boys onscreen were getting ready to fuck. Ethan rolled onto his back and spread his legs. Ray lubed up his dick and aimed it at its target. “Oh yeah,” Chad said as he watched Ray start to penetrate Ethan.

I could tell Chad’s mouth was watering, and to be honest, mine was too. Nate was busy riding Vince, who in turn was blowing Darren. I could barely tell what to focus on, which of course was how I wanted it; I loved seeing so many cocks and balls in action at once.

Chad’s dick was leaking more pre-cum, and I was tempted to go down on it, but I resisted the urge. Instead, I lubed up my fingers, reached around, and dabbed at Chad’s boyhole.

“Do you like that?” I asked, though I didn’t really need to. Chad’s body language told me all I needed to know.

“You little tease,” he said as he pressed his ass against my fingers. I felt his sphincter tighten up, then relax, then tighten up again. He was clearly dying to get something inside him.

I toyed with his balloon knot a little while longer, but then I gave him what he wanted. I got out of my chair, and I got some lube from his backpack. I smeared the lube on his boyhole, then slid the dildo inside him.

“Oh baby,” he gasped, “that’s supposed to be your present, not mine....”

“I know that,” I said, “and I’m doing what I want with it.” With that, I started moving the dildo in and out. I made sure to aim it at his prostate, though I didn’t want him cumming too soon. I just brushed his prostate lightly, which was enough to make him groan.

In the video, Nate, Vince, and Darren had just switched positions. Now Darren was fucking Nate and blowing Vince at the same time. Ray was still pounding Ethan, who kept begging for it harder and harder.

I kept working the dildo with one hand, while I caressed Chad’s body with the other. I explored his inner thigh and his taint, but I made sure not to touch his dick. I wanted to save that for later.

“Fuck yeah,” he said as he looked at me, then turned back to the screen. He was clearly digging Ray and Ethan. Not that I was surprised; they looked a lot like the guys he’d lusted over before.

I suddenly realized what this meant. I was pleasuring my man, while he was fantasizing about other dudes, and I wasn’t the least bit jealous. It obviously wasn’t the first time we’d jacked off to porn— or fucked to it, for that matter— yet this time it felt like we were on a whole other level. Secure in our sexuality. Secure in our relationship, till death do us part. Secure in both our love and lust for each other.

Vince got into position behind both Nate and Darren. He was going for a double penetration. He waited for Darren to slow down his thrusts, then made sure Nate was good and ready. Finally he slid his dick into Nate, and he and Darren started pounding Nate in sync with one another.

Chad reached over to my cockhead, and he dabbed his fingers in my pre-cum. Then he brought his hand to his mouth, licked it clean, and gave me a kiss.

I wanted to take this to the next level, and I could tell Chad did too. I made him get down on the ground, on all fours, with the dildo still hanging from his butt. Then I lubed up my own butt, positioned myself on the other end of the dildo and took it inside me.

The dildo opened my hole and filled me up, just the way I wanted it. It wasn’t quite like Chad’s dick, but then again, that was a helluva standard to meet.

As soon as my half was fully inside me, I felt Chad’s butt cheeks on mine. This was a new sensation, even after all we’d done before, the toys we owned, and the positions we’d tried. Now we could bounce our asses against one another, while our boyholes both enjoyed a good fuck.

Onscreen, Nate’s mouth was hanging wide open. It was hard to tell if he was in pain, but if he was, it was obviously the good kind. The camera zoomed in on the dicks pistoning into his ass.

Ray pulled put of Ethan, but only for a second. Then he climbed on top of Ethan, guided the boy’s cock to his mancunt, and started riding it like a champ.

Chad and I kept thrusting our asses against one another. I wanted to look in his eyes, but in that position I couldn’t. So I signaled that I wanted to switch positions: I didn’t say a word, but Chad knew what I wanted, so he didn’t miss a beat. Both of us rolled onto our backs, so now we could face each other, while keeping the dildo up our butts the whole time.

I had to admit it was a helluva sight. Here I was, still technically on the clock, watching my future husband take a dildo up his ass. Granted, I’d seen him take dildos before— since we did have plenty of sex toys— but never like this. Certainly never while I took the same dildo myself.

For a minute or two, we both stared in each other’s eyes, while we kept up our thrusts. Chad’s cock and balls kept flopping back and forth, just inches from mine, and I couldn’t help thinking they should be put to good use. As good as this felt, I knew Chad’s dick would feel even better inside me.

I pulled the dildo from my ass, though I still kept it in my hands, so I could keep fucking Chad with it. Then I got on Chad’s lap and impaled myself on his rod.

“Fuck, I love you so much,” I said as we started making out. “And you feel so good in me....”

“Mm,” seemed to be all Chad could say as his tongue swirled around my mouth.

“Give me your load,” I said, “it’s the best fucking birthday present you can give me.”

“Yeah baby,” he said as he pistoned deeper and deeper.

Onscreen, all five porn stars were getting close. Ray was the first to say “I’m gonna cum,” and he gasped a few times as he went over the edge. Then, a second later, his dick started spurting his seed.

Chad wasn’t far behind him. I wanted my man to feel as awesome as I possibly could, so I massaged his prostate with the dildo while I worked his rod with my mancunt. I felt his muscles start to tighten, the way they always did. Then he moaned as his cock and balls went into spasms— and then, at long last, he busted his nut in my innards.

By now Ethan had pulled out of Ray’s butt, and he was jacking himself off. I found myself staring at his gorgeous cock as his fist flew up and down it.

Chad paused for a second while his orgasm died down; then he started working my dick. He used one hand to pound my shaft, while his other hand fondled my balls, which sent whole new waves of pleasure through my body.

I knew I couldn’t last much longer, so I didn’t even try. I just let my body do its thing as the ecstasy washed over me. I got off with almost perfect synchronization with Ethan: my jizz splattered all over Chad, while Ethan’s jizz splattered all over Ray.

I was just starting to catch my breath when Nate started shooting too. His convulsions sent Vince and Darren over the edge, and they both came in his ass. As soon as they were finished, they pulled out and let gobs of cum drip from Nate’s widely-stretched hole.

Chad let the video play to the end. Then he pulled me down toward him, and he gave me a kiss. “So that’s what you wanna keep doing when we’re married?”

“Well,” I said, “maybe something like that.” Then I kissed him back, and we made out a while longer. Then I forced myself to finish my paperwork, clock out, and take my man home.

It wasn’t long after that when we went to see Linda. This visit turned out to be really different from the earlier ones. She’d had to sell the house in the divorce, so now she was living in a condo. Her new place was nice and all, but it obviously wasn’t Chad’s home anymore, and most of his stuff was in storage. It was one more sign that our lives were changing, and we were all on the cusp of something new.

It did feel good to see our friends again. Thaxter’s place was doing really well: he’d hired Kyle as the general manager, with instructions to make the place fresh and hip for a new generation. It was right in line with what I’d recommended, and Thaxter admitted as much. He said business had picked up quite a bit, and he gave me a lot of credit for that, though it probably had more to do with Dr. Littman’s marketing classes. Thaxter tried to recruit me to work there again, and I wanted to say yes, but first I needed to see where Chad’s career would take us.

“Fair enough,” Thaxter said. “Just know I’d love to have you.”

“Thanks,” I said.

“By the way,” he said, “have you been to Point Loma?”

I wasn’t sure what he meant by that. “Not me personally, no....”

“Our friend Jeff has a place up there,” he said. “He and his husband have been renting it out for events, and they owe us a favor. So if you still need a wedding venue—”

“I dunno,” I said. “I-I mean we haven’t really decided what we want....”

“You should still have a look,” Thaxter said. “If you don’t like it, that’s fine, but I wanted to let you know. You know I’ll call in that favor if you want.”

I nodded. I knew Thaxter was trying to be helpful, but I wasn’t sure I liked this idea. After all, Chad and I hadn’t even decided which part of the country we wanted to get married in, much less a date or anything else. “Well,” I said, “we’ve got a lot of shit we need to decide—”

“It’s fine,” Thaxter said. “I’m not trying to tell you want to do. I’m just saying: you helped me out, so I can help you too.”

I couldn’t argue with that, so I just nodded. I was definitely flattered that Thaxter wanted to help us. It was just that the offer came with some baggage, at least on our end. I’d never been to this Point Loma, but I’d heard Chad talk about it. His dad served at the naval base there, and I wasn’t sure I liked that symbolism. Most of all, I didn’t want that karma hanging over our heads, not on what was supposed to be the happiest day of our lives.

Chad and I did say yes to having Jean-Jacques do our engagement pictures. We spent a whole afternoon traipsing around the city, posing every which way, in every setting we could think of. It was actually a lot of fun, though it was also pretty exhausting, since we were on our feet the whole time. It was also pretty liberating to be affectionate for the cameras. We never full-on made out or anything, since we didn’t want to be one of those gross mushy couples, but we did spend plenty of time looking in each other’s eyes.

By the end, the sun had gone down, and the city skyline was all lit up, so we used that as the backdrop for our last few shots. Jean-Jacques made us stand in front of the water, so he could capture the shimmer on the waves. I couldn’t help putting my arm around Chad and giving him a soft kiss. As tired as I was, it was a good kind of tired, and I wouldn’t have had it any other way. It seemed like just the right note to end on— and I couldn’t wait to see the pictures we’d gotten.

The next day was when we took Linda shopping. It meant a lot of waiting around while she tried on dresses, talked to the salespeople, and generally dithered. Along the way, Chad and I weighed the pros and cons of what Thaxter had suggested, and we debated what to do.

“Well,” Chad said, “I dunno... it sounds like he could hook us up. I mean, if he knows a good gay-friendly venue, we might as well check it out.”

“You think so?”

“You’ve gotta admit, it’d be kind of poetic. Besides, maybe things equal out: if Dad doesn’t support us, at least our friends do.”

“Well... I don’t think it equals out. If I had a choice between all our friends’ support versus his— or if we could even just have him be neutral— you know I’d rather have his support any day. Because I know much it means to you.”

Chad shook his head. “Don’t worry about me.”

“Of course I’m going to worry about you,” I said. “I mean come on: you’re gonna be my husband. And we’re in this together.”

Chad just looked in my eyes. He didn’t say a word, but then again, he didn’t need to. We were about to kiss, but just then, his mom appeared out of nowhere. She announced she’d seen all the dresses at that store, and she was ready to go someplace else.

Linda also insisted that we shop for ourselves. We thought that part could wait till later, but we humored her and picked out some tuxes. They were too bulky to fit in our luggage, so Linda said we could keep them at her house.

Looking back, that might’ve been a sign, since we went to see that Jeff guy later that week. I don’t know what I was expecting, but I was surprised at how scenic his neighborhood was. It was on top of a long bluff that jutted out into the ocean, with San Diego Bay on one side and the open Pacific on the other. Jeff’s place was on a rise, so it had an awesome view on all sides. We could see Mexico off to the south, downtown and Hillcrest to the east, and Chad’s old neighborhood to the north.

As Jeff showed us around, I started to think Chad had been right: this might actually work. It wasn’t a conventional venue, but it seemed like a helluva place for a party, which was what he really wanted. If Chad was cool with the naval base nearby, then so be it. Plus it seemed to work for me too, since I was so focused on cost, and Jeff agreed to give us a good deal. It also didn’t hurt that it looked out on the places where we’d spent so much time, where our relationship had grown into what it was.

Slowly but surely, we started making decisions. We put down a deposit with Jeff, and we picked a date that summer. Then we put together a registry, which was surprisingly fun, since we went through a bunch of stores and scanned whatever we liked. We also drafted a tentative guest list, and we started thinking about logistics. Our friend Garrett recommended setting up a website, so we could share the key info without fielding a million e-mails.

Still, no matter how much we did, it always seemed like there was more to figure out. The invitations. The officiant. The rings. The marriage license. The schedule. The dinner menu. The cake. The music. The decorations. The list went on and on. I was glad we’d given ourselves plenty of time, since it would’ve been overwhelming any other way.

Then there was the fact that our college years were coming to an end. Some of our friends were preparing for grad school, but most of us were scoping out the job market. We were all applying where we could, going on interviews, and hoping we’d get an offer we liked. There were times when I worried we hadn’t thought far enough ahead. In particular, part of me regretted scheduling our wedding so close to our graduation, since it meant juggling a helluva lot.

Around Spring Break, our friends started asking about bachelor parties. This was another area where I thought gay weddings might be different. We were obviously cool with throwing a party, but there didn’t seem to be much point to having a separate one for each of us. Apart from the fact that we were both dudes, most of our friends were mutual, not to mention we both liked a lot of the same stuff— including but not limited to dick. We told our friends were up for whatever, except it should include both of us. Plus with our schedules that semester, we didn’t have time to travel. Our friends were good with that, so they scheduled their party for the weekend before the wedding.

It was around that same time that our official invitations went out, and we started getting regular package deliveries. Most of our wedding gifts weren’t particularly surprising, since they’d obviously come from our registry, but some of them did catch us off guard.

We definitely didn’t expect to get anything from Pam. Her package came with a card that had a handwritten message:

I’ve got to say that I’m feeling a lot of things as I write this. I really wish things weren’t so complicated, but I want you to know Gladys and I are incredibly happy for you.

Under normal circumstances, you know we’d come to your wedding in a heartbeat. I’m still holding out hope that we can make it, though obviously your dad still needs help, so we’ll have to see. Most of all, we don’t want to make things awkward. We definitely don’t want to spoil your special day, which I’m sure will be wonderful.

I guess what I’m trying to say is that Gladys and I want you to be happy no matter what that entails. You don’t need to prove anything to anyone— least of all to us. We love you just the way you are.

P.S. I apologize in advance if this is a lesbian gift. We just figured it’s something you probably don’t have, which will come in handy at some point.

With love— Pam.

Chad just sighed when he put down the card. “She can beat around the bush all she wants,” he said. “The invitations have two options: either they show up or they don’t. And I thought I made that pretty clear on Skype.”

“Well,” I said, “it’s still a nice gesture... sending a gift I mean.”

Chad pursed his lips, then unwrapped the package. It turned out to be an electric drill, with a set of interchangeable drill bits, plus a half-dozen wrenches. “Well I guess she wasn’t wrong,” he said, “on a couple of levels.”

“Yeah,” I said, but I didn’t say any more. I didn’t want to make that moment any more awkward than it needed to be.

About a week after that, Chad got the job offer he’d been hoping for, when Seth agreed to hire him as a congressional aide. Our hope was that he could work in the district office, which would mean living in San Diego after the wedding. But Seth wanted him to work on Capitol Hill, which would mean moving to D.C.

I could tell Chad wanted to do it, though he was both nervous and excited. I kept telling him not to worry: I could get a job of my own wherever I wanted, and I knew how much his dreams meant to him, so I was going to support them through thick and through thin.

Speaking of dreams... almost every night, when I fell asleep, I found myself imagining me and Chad together. Sometimes I had the same dreams I’d had Freshmen year, when I’d fantasized about him in our communal showers. Other times I dreamt about our future, imagining him as my husband, with the two of us building our lives together. Still other times, the images seemed to blend together: I saw the older version of Chad, beard and all, though he was still getting naked in our old dorm.

Every single dream would end with me waking up with a raging case of morning wood. I would usually roll on my back, stare up at the ceiling, and savor the hormones that were coursing through my body. On one morning in particular, I remembered what Chad had said on my birthday, when he’d offered to help me explore some of my fantasies. That, in turn, got me thinking.

Our graduation was right around the corner, so it felt like we were hitting one milestone after another. Our last time paying rent for our crappy little apartment. Our last meeting with Wildcat Pride. Our last papers. Our last real classes, soon to be followed by our last exams. At times, it felt like we were doing the same shit we’d always done; but it was weird to think we’d never do it again. I did want to end our college years on the right note, and I realized we’d never acted out the fantasy that had started it all.

I did a little digging, and it turned out Mike was still living in the dorm, on the same floor where Chad and I had lived Freshmen year. Which meant he used the same communal showers that we did. We’d hardly talked to Mike after the Kap Eps had gotten banned, but once we reconnected, we felt like old buddies. I guess being in a fraternity will do that to you.

Anyway, Mike could technically stay in the dorm till the day after graduation. But he was planning to leave as soon as his finals were over, since he still had a year to go before he graduated himself. Most of the other residents were underclassmen, so they were leaving too. It was a pretty safe bet the building would be deserted, yet Mike’s key card would still work.

I wasn’t going to pass up an opportunity like that. I knew we wouldn’t get another chance at it, for more reasons than one. I had to be extra-careful since our families were in town for graduation, the first time both of our families had met, which was kind of a landmark moment in its own right. But Chad and I made sure we had enough time to ourselves.

It was actually kind of trippy when we set foot in our old building. It was basically a blast from the past: we used the same old entrance, though neither of us had been back since the end of Freshmen year. Chad was wearing the same tank top and shorts that he’d used to wear back then. We took the same elevator upstairs, and it still smelled the way we remembered.

When we got to the third floor, Chad’s old room was just off to the left. I couldn’t help thinking of how I’d originally dreamt of having sex in that room, though we’d never gone through with it, thanks to Chad’s old roommate.

Of course we’d made up for that by fucking in my own room, which was further down the hall. I couldn’t help pausing in front of my old door, and I thought back to the memories Chad and I had made there— starting with the first time we’d blown each other, hell, the first time either of us had sucked dick. Not to mention all the sexual experimentation that had followed.

By the time we got to the showers, I was keeping my cock in the waistband of my pants; and even then, it was hard to disguise how horny I was. I obviously didn’t care if Chad knew, but there was always a risk of running into someone else.

It was definitely weird to set foot in that room. The place where it had all started. Where I’d first laid eyes on the man I was going to marry.

The showers were deserted right then, but in my mind’s eye, I could still see all the naked Freshmen and sophomores milling around. Lots of barely-legal cocks and balls, not to mention lots of tight asses. Including the virgin ass that I’d ended up deflowering.

Chad stepped up behind me, and he put his arms around me. I felt his boner press into my thigh. “Are you ready for this?” he asked.

“Baby,” I said, “I’ve been ready for this the whole time.”

“That’s the spirit,” he said, and he licked his lips. He set down his backpack, which held our towels and stuff; then he stripped off his tank top and tossed it aside.

I started undressing too. Unlike my earlier times here, I wasn’t the least bit nervous. After all, Chad and I now knew each other’s bodies inside and out, so it wasn’t like we had anything to hide.

Chad pulled down his shorts and his underwear, and his big veiny dick bounced into the open. I remembered how I used to marvel at the darker skin on his shaft and the lighter skin on his cockhead; in fact, it was one of the first things I’d noticed about Chad. Of course, since that time, I’d gotten intimately acquainted with his package, to the point that I probably knew it better than he knew it himself. After all, I knew how it tasted, how it smelled, how it looked up close, and how it felt in either end of my body.

By this point I was naked too, so we both headed for the showerheads. As Chad walked, his boner swung back and forth, and his ballsack bounced up and down, while his ass muscles flexed and extended.

Instead of showering together, we each got under a separate nozzle, the same way we’d done Freshmen year. Then we both turned on the water.

Chad let the stream spray all over him, and started rotating his body. As he turned, the light glinted off his wet skin: first his package, then his six-pack, then his biceps, then his butt cheeks. He poured some body wash on his hands, and he started soaping himself up.

My boner was raging by this point, but I didn’t dare touch it. I just stood with my back to my showerhead, and I let the water pour through my hair. At first I resisted the urge to stare, but then I realized I was just being uptight; at this point I could stare all I wanted.

Chad was going through the same routine he’d always had: he scrubbed his pits first, followed by his crotch, then his asscrack. He worked up a hell of a lather, and for a second, his pubes almost disappeared from view. Then he stepped back, and the suds poured across his body, and his newly-cleaned pubes reemerged.

I couldn’t resist at that point. “Oh fuck,” I said as I rushed over to him, and I slammed my lips against his.

Chad stumbled back a few steps, then hit the tiled wall behind him. But he didn’t resist me; he seemed more than willing to let my tongue in his mouth. His beard pressed against my face, and I couldn’t help thinking how sexy it felt. Compared to when we were Freshmen— when Chad was just a young clean-shaven jock— by now he was practically a daddy, at least relatively speaking. And I loved the thought of him becoming much more of a daddy in the years to come.

I pressed him against the wall as we kept making out. I put my hands on his butt cheeks, and I massaged his glutes. Our dicks were jousting against one another, which turned me on even more. I couldn’t help thinking this was literally a dream come true. If only my Freshmen self could’ve seen me right then....

“Oh baby,” Chad said between kisses, “you’re so fucking hot....”

“Right back atcha,” I said. “I mean come on... you got in my pants for a reason.”

“Well, if you want to get technical about it... I don’t ever remember you wearing pants, either in here, or that night we hooked up—”

“You weren’t exactly wearing anything either.”

“Well true....” Then he kissed me again. “You know, when I used to come here, hoping to pick up a guy... I just thought, best case scenario, he could help get me off. I wasn’t expecting, you know... all of this.”

I looked right in his big chestnut eyes. I wasn’t sure what to say. I hadn’t really considered the fact that Chad had dreamt about this too, even if his dreams had been different from mine. In Chad’s case, he’d obviously wanted to act on his urges for men, without his judgmental father knowing about it. I’d obviously managed to help him with that first part, though as for the second part... well....

“Fuck, I love you,” he said as he put his hand on my cock. “You know I fucking go nuts for your dick—”

“I love you too,” I replied, and I forced myself to stop thinking about anything negative. “Turn around.”

Chad did as he as told, and he swung his body so that he was facing the wall. I made him spread his legs a little, so that I could get to his boyhole. Then I got on my knees, and for a second, I just marveled at the eager ass right in front of me. It seemed to have just the right amount of dark hair, enough to make it look sexy without it being too much.

I dabbed at his sphincter with my fingers, gently at first, teasing him just the way he liked it. Then I started making my way inside him.

“Shit,” he said as he threw his head back. “Oh yeah baby....”

The next thing I knew, I had my face in his buttcrack. I don’t even know which of us made the first move, if Chad shifted his body or if I went in for the kill. Either way, my mouth hit his pucker, and of course his body responded.

Chad’s sphincter quivered at first, but then it relaxed the way it usually did. “Oh fuck,” he said as I kept tickling him with my tongue.

I savored the feeling of his flesh, with all those delicate folds of skin, and I found myself wanting to take his further. “Mm,” was all I could say as I massaged his crack with my lips.

Chad gyrated his body a little, and he pressed his taint against my chin. I couldn’t resist the urge to play with his balls while I kept massaging his pucker.

By this point, I was totally oblivious to what was going on around us. The showers were still on, but I wasn’t paying attention. I was a hundred percent focused on my man.

“C’mere,” Chad said, “I want to kiss you again.”

I wasn’t about to object to that, so I stood up and let him turn around. I grabbed his arms, held them high up above us, and pressed him against the wall. Then I started sucking his face.

“Fuck yeah,” he gasped between kisses. “Now it’s my turn....”

“Your turn for what?”

Chad didn’t answer. He just wrapped his arms around me, and he swung my body in a 180. Then he pressed my back against the wall, dropped to his knees, and started sucking my dick.

“Oh shit,” I said as I felt his lips on my shaft. His tongue darted around, flicking against my cockhead, while his head bobbed up and down.

Now Chad was the one who couldn’t speak. He just let out a few moans, letting me know how much he loved my anatomy. The feeling was mutual of course; my nerves were tingling by then, and my balls were starting to boil.

“You’re gonna make me cum,” I said.

Chad came up for air. “Not yet,” he said. “You know I can’t wait to get fucked by that cock....”

“Then what are you waiting for?” I asked.

Chad grinned and stepped back to his showerhead. He grabbed a bottle of lube— the heavy-duty silicone stuff we’d used in the tub and the pool— and he dabbed a few drops on his hole. Then he smeared the rest on my cock.

We were so anxious to fuck that we didn’t even step out of the water. Chad steadied himself by putting his right hand on the showerhead. Then he lifted his left leg, and he slung it over my shoulder.

“You know what to do,” he said as he pulled me toward him.

Without further ado, my dick slid deep inside his body. Into its home. Into where it belonged. Chad’s innards gave it a warm welcome: they greeted it with a squeeze, followed by a gentle massage.

“Oh yeah,” Chad said as he went for another kiss. “I love you baby....”

“I love you too,” I said as I started pumping away. “I don’t want you to forget that for a second.”

“I don’t,” Chad said, “and I won’t....” But then his lips locked against mine, and his eyes rolled back in his head, and he could only make a few muffled sounds.

I fucked him danseur-style for at least a minute or two. I forced myself not to cum, and I made sure to avoid Chad’s prostate. He was clearly enjoying the ride as much as I was, and neither of us wanted this to end.

Water kept splashing every which way as our bodies kept smacking together. We could almost feel our pores opening up as the steam kept swirling around us. We made out for as long as we could, till we needed more oxygen; but even then, our lips were never more than an inch apart.

By now my dick was rippling with pleasure, and I could tell Chad’s ass was too. I still managed to keep myself from going over the edge, but I knew could only keep this going for so long.

Eventually we moved away from the showerhead. Chad managed to keep my dick inside him the whole time: he rested his weight on his right foot, and he swung his body toward the nearest bench. Then he laid flat on his back.

For a second, we both stared at each other. I kept feasting my eyes on the beautiful man beneath me: he was now lying spread-eagle, with his cock fully engorged and his ass happily impaled by my shaft. This was exactly the image I’d had in my fantasies, all those years before, back when being with Chad had seemed like a pipe dream. And the real experience was even more erotic, more sensual, more enjoyable than I ever could’ve imagined.

Chad ran his hands up and down my body. Then he wrapped his legs around my torso. “Baby,” he gasped, “give it to me good....”

I did as I was told, and I thrust into him as hard as my body could manage. My balls slammed against his crack, while my abs pressed hard against his cock. Then I started pistoning faster and faster. “Like that?”

“O-o-oh God!” he yelled, and he clutched by body tighter.

I hit his prostate gently at first, then a little harder. I timed it as well as I could, since I was about to pass the point of no return. Then my ballsack retracted, and a wave of pleasure swept over me. My muscles seized up for a second, and then I shot my load in his ass.

Some of my jets seemed to hit Chad’s prostate. Either that, or he just loved the feeling of me spasming inside him. Either way, he arched his back, and let out a primeval groan. He never touched his dick; he barely got out the words “HOLY SHIT!” before he started cumming all over himself.

I kept pounding Chad as rope after rope splattered on his body. Then, when his balls were done unloading their contents, I practically collapsed from exhaustion.

The bench wasn’t big enough for both of us, so I plopped down on the tile floor. Chad got up for a second, but his legs seemed kind of shaky, so he laid down beside me.

For a minute we just laid there, flat on our backs, while the warm water gurgled all around us. Both of us were trying to catch our breath, but we mostly just inhaled more steam.

“Fuck,” Chad finally said, “I needed that so bad....”

I couldn’t help but chuckle. “You and me both,” I replied.

“Was it what you’d hoped for?”

“Let me put it this way,” I said. “If I’d gotten to do that Freshmen year, like maybe fall semester... I would’ve thought I’d died and gone to heaven.”

Chad paused for a moment, then nodded. “Me too,” he replied.

We kept lying there for a little while longer, but by that point, our fingers were staring to wrinkle. We also didn’t want to push our luck, since there’d always been a chance of someone walking in on us. So we eventually got up, cleaned ourselves off, and put our clothes back on.

By that point, it did feel like our college years had come full circle. But we both knew it was time to turn the page, stop dwelling on our past, and look ahead to our future.


To be continued... only one more chapter left!