Colin and Bobby just left Jake's place, after forcing their way into his livingroom under false pretenses. Okay, now you can say it! "Poor Jake"! His self enforced ostracisation was invaded, and now he has to deal with the reality that he has been trying to deny: He still has very deep feelings for out hero!
Well, what ABOUT our hero? Do you think he may be a bit torn? Let's see!
Please comment! I love your comments! Even now that I have been getting some less than complimentary notes! Address them to s4d@hotmail.com with "Colin" in the subject line. Thnaks!
Chapter 38
I had Bobby drop me off at the beach. I was so confused! My emotions were in turmoil. I was so fond of Joy. I loved Jake so much! I left my shoes and the top to my sweats in the car, and ran in the sand. I find that is good therapy. The sand is fine and deep, and it takes some amount of concentration to keep up a good pace. I ran a good three miles south, then ran back. I sprinted the last 200 yards, and fell exhausted on the sand. I needed to catch my breath before heading home. I lay down for just a moment.
"Hello - Colin isn't it?"
I looked up and there was Carries brother, Jake, standing over me. I was almost blinded by the sun. Damn! He looks good! "Oh, hi! Jake, Right? Dang, how can it be this hot, this early in the morning? Where did you come from? Damn, I'm hot!"
"I was running. I like to run here early mornings - clears my head. You know my sis never told me you were so - - -so - so -"
His voice faded away like an echo, and then I heard, at first coming on top of Jake's echo, "Sir? Sir!" A stranger, gently tapping, shaking my head, awakened me. "Wake up, sir!"
Something didn't feel right. I groaned.
"Sir, I hate to wake you," he said, "but you look awfully red. I think you-"
"Ohhhh- ggg-gg" was about all I could say, as I tried to get up. I had fallen asleep in the sun, and was burned to a crisp. I cried out in pain, and collapsed again on the sand. The stranger used his cell phone to call 911 for help. He stood over me to shield me from more burning. The paramedics came and slathered aloe on my back and feet, and determined there was nothing more that could be accomplished at a hospital, so they drove me home.
"Colin, what happened? Oh little brother, you look -"
"Better make a place for him to lay on his stomach." The paramedic said as he helped me into the apartment. He told Bobby to give me some aspirin, and to gently daub my back with a wet cloth every 15 minutes to 1 hour, as I needed it, for pain, and also said it would relieve the actual burn symptoms. Bobby knew to add some crushed aspirin to the water, to further reduce the pain. The paramedic asked if we had any aloe, and we did not so he left some, with instructions to carefully apply it all over the burn area later in the evening. He said that if I could make it into the bathroom and take a cool, short bath before the aloe, it would be best, to keep it hydrated.
By Sunday afternoon, I was still pretty sore. But I could get up without help, and run my own cool bath. Bobby stayed with me until late in the afternoon. He left for some fast food. While he was gone, there was a knock at the door. I was not feeling too good at the time, so I just croaked out, "Who is it?!"
The door opened and a hand, then a face appeared around the edge of the door. It was pretty dark in the room because all the drapes were drawn. "Can I come in?" Jake said. I gave him the "duh!" look. I started to get up and moaned because of the pain. "Don't get up for me, silly boy!" He came over and sat on the floor next to me. "Bobby told me you fell asleep at the beach. Oh, Baby Boy, I am so - It hurts me to see you in pain!"
"I know. Hurts me too." I said sarcastically.
"Why in the world did you fall asleep in the sun?"
"Um - because I'm an idiot? It wasn't something I planned to do! I was running really hard, and when I finished, I just laid down momentarily - I thought - until this guy woke me up. Thank God he came along when he did. If he had come any earlier, I might not have looked so red, and any later, I would probably be in the hospital burn unit."
"You were running that hard? You must have been pretty stressed!" He knew me well! "What time did you go running?"
I did not answer immediately. He looked at me, and saw it in my face. I was pretty weak, and I started to cry. "It was right after you left me, wasn't it?" I nodded. "Oh sweetie, tell me about it! I am so sorry. This must be my fault!"
"Not your fault. I was - am so - confused! I really like Joy a LOT. But I was reminded yesterday how much I love you, Jakey. I just feel like I don't want to live without you. Can't you understand that?"
"Sweet, sweet Colin, do you think I feel any different? He touched my face.
I raised up a little and put my hand around the back of his neck and pulled him down into my lips. He pulled away slightly, but I pulled harder, and probed his mouth with my tongue. He then relented and kissed me back, so gently - so tenderly. We did not hear the door open.
"Hi, Colin. Bobby told me to stop in on you today. You were pretty - OH! Hello, - Jake!" She had seen us in a very passionate kiss. "Looks like you already have company. I'll just-" and she backed out the door. The door closed before I said, "NO!! Don't - shit!"
"Maybe I better go."
"NO! Please! Not again!" I begged.
"But-"
"Don't leave me again, Jakey. Don't ever leave me - please!"
"Sweetheart, I can't - I mean I don't-"
"I will take care of you, no matter what!" The irony of what I said, in light of the current scene didn't escape either of us. We both laughed. Then he kissed me, this time more forcefully and deeply. This time it was Bobby who walked in on us. "Shit," Jake said, "Doesn't anyone knock around here?"
"You guys better be careful. I told Joy to stop over."
"She's already been here." I said flatly.
"Oh. OH! you mean-?"
"Yeah, she caught us too!" I said. "Will you go over and talk to her for me, Bobby. I just can't!"
"Sure little brother. But can't I just call?"
"Dammit, she isn't that far away! Just go over there"
"What do I tell her?"
"Tell her - that - Tell her I am getting back with Jake." I looked questioning at Jake. He nodded. I knew I should go to her myself, but I was feeling very weak and terrible at the time.
Bobby said, "Well, I will not be too long. You guys behave yourselves. Guess there's not much danger in your condition!" He left without another word.
"Alone at last!" Jake said. He got up and walked over to the door, reached out his hand and with his fingers, turned the lock. The he put the chain lock on. He walked over to me, pulled down my sweats, turned me onto my side and started kissing all around my genital area. He buried his nose in my pubes, and kissed and licked my lower abdomen. He tugged my balls out and slathered them with his wet tongue. From there, he worked his way up from the bottom of my penis to the very tender corona, and what was left of my foreskin. I momentarily forgot about my burns, as he encircled the head with his mouth. He clamped his lips down under the corona, and probed the opening with his tongue, and teased the head with his tongue and teeth. He then went deeper, but gradually. I forgot how tender the sides of my dick were! He would graze it with his teeth, ever so gently, then suck with all he had. Then he went deeper by millimeters, until his nose was again tickling the hair on my testicles, and the head was deep in his throat. He then started a slow pumping. I grabbed his head, signaling that I was very close, so he backed off and came back to my mouth. I could taste the precum in his mouth. I loved this boy so DAMNED much! I looked deep into his eyes and again started to push his head down. He said, "Okay."
He then again swallowed my whole length, and then started to pump as fast as he could. I was so close already that it did not take more than a few seconds. I was screaming out in ecstasy! He took most of my serum down his throat, but saved a little to give back to me in a deep, sweet kiss. I looked down at his pants and they were soaked. I just rubbed it from the outside. "I love you so much, Little One!"
I fell asleep almost immediately. It was the first good sleep I had since I got burned. Bobby came home sometime later and fixed dinner for the three of us. He did not mention how things went with Joy. I did not really want to know, but I asked. "Pretty good, actually. She took it pretty well." He said. It was all I wanted to hear.
Notwithstanding my regrets about Joy, I was anxious to get my stuff back to Jake's - our - place. "So Jakey," I said, "do you want to take a load home with you?"
"I believe I already did!" He said. Bobby just looked at us and shook his head - and smiled. "Oh! You mean your stuff! Yeah. What should I take?"
"I don't care. I don't have all that much. Just be sure to leave me some clothes to go to school and work in tomorrow."
"Are you sure you are ready to go back to work already?"
"No, but I have to try."
And I did try. It was very uncomfortable - even painful - but I did it. The next night we (well `they') moved the rest of my stuff over to Jake's guesthouse behind his parents place.
"Welcome home, Sweetheart!"
It took longer than I anticipated for my back to heal. We had to put off any "serious celebrating" for almost a month. One month to the date after I moved back in with Jake, I came home to find 2 dozen roses, beautifully arranged in a crystal vase with ferns and baby's breath, in front of the door. I looked at the card: "To my Sweet Little One". I opened the door and was greeted by a wonderful smell of some kind of seafood. I looked in the kitchen, and Jake was standing over the range top grill, turning over 2 huge lobsters. He accompanied them with some steamed mixed veggies, which were very lightly seasoned so as not to compete with the lobster. He took two baked potatoes out of the oven and tossed them on a plate. The table was set with his mom's china, crystal and silver.
He then walked over and put his tongue down my throat, then pushed me away, saying dinner was almost ready, and that I should sit down and shut up so he did not get confused and burn anything. He looked so cute in his apron! He was wearing a new white tee shirt under the Apron, as well as a pair of Haggar dress pants, and dress socks with slippers. There was something else, but I couldn't put my finger on it.
As soon as the lobsters were ready, he rushed by me into the bedroom, and put on a white shirt and tie, and a pair of cordovan dress shoes. He had been letting his hair grow longer. I had never before seen him with anything but a short-cropped crew. He had a head of wonderful dense curls now. He looked SOOO good! And those wonderful steely blue eyes, which could look right through me, were covered with green contacts. I looked and looked and was not sure at first what was different. He could see I was a bit confused, so he came over, pulled my chair out for me, but would not let me sit down until I stared deeply into his eyes.
"They're green! Your eyes are green!" I said. They almost perfectly matched a stripe in his tie! "God, you look as good in green eyes as you do in blue!"
"I wanted everything perfect for you! I love you so much, My sweet Little One!"
"Well so far everything IS perfect." And I pecked him on his nose. He then stepped aside so I could sit. I still was not quite used to the idea that I did not have to be careful how I sat. I expected any moment for my sunburn to ache or something. But there was no more pain. After pushing me in with my chair, he kissed the top of my head. "I love you too, you know!" I said.
After dinner, he brought out a small cherry cheesecake, which he said he made himself. "How did you know this was my favorite?"
"I called your mom."
"Pretty sneaky!"
We ate the wonderful dinner, and he put on a video for me to watch while he cleaned up the few dishes that were left. I protested, but he insisted. The video was a porno with two twin brothers. By the time he was finished with the dishes, I was hard as a rock! He turned off the TV and came over and after stripping me, picked me up in his arms and buried his face in me crotch and my dick in his mouth as he carried me into the bedroom. He then put on some music with a strong beat and did a strip tease for me. He was actually better than most of the male strippers I ever saw. Not that I had seen that many. But whatever he did would have been great to me!
He first removed his tie, and circling it around his head, tossed it out toward my head and then dragged it down and around my dick, and tickled my balls with it. Next came his pants. He unzipped them to the beat of the song, and then let them drop to expose a new pair of boxers, which were printed with multiple sizes, and shapes of full sized dicks, cut and uncut, soft and hard. I was grinning from ear to ear. "Hee hee! You've been to the adult store!" I looked and from the large wet spot on his boxers I could tell he was dripping as much as I was from the end of his pecker! He picked up his pants with his feet and tossed them to the corner of the room.
He seductively unbuttoned his boxers, letting Mr. Bentley spring out, and let them fall to his knees, whereupon he removed them with his hands and re-buttoned them, and then put them over my head, being sure the wet crotch was over my nose. I was laughing by this time, and then he removed his white shirt and put it over my head as well, blinding me altogether. I just lay there and let it happen. When nothing was happening for a moment, I started to remove the shirt and he slapped my hand. "Nuh-UH!" he said.
He then said to me, as he removed both shirt and boxers, "Close your eyes and open your mouth!" I smelled chocolate! A chocolate covered strawberry, maybe? Not quite! I opened my mouth and the sweet taste of chocolate touched my tongue. I started to bite down, but something pliable and warm made me stop. I opened my eyes and he had covered his dick in chocolate. I then sucked off the head, and then licked off the shaft. His eyes were now closed, and his head was turned up, in the look of perfect ecstasy, as he squealed with delight. When all the chocolate was gone, he was breathing very hard, and about to come, when he stopped me and he got me in 69 position, and started to lick my balls. He lightly teased the area between my scrotum and my anus with his tongue. He licked all around my anus as he said, "MMmmmmph!" I was jerking in spasms of pleasure. He then lubed me up real well, and gently, gradually opened me up, one finger at a time, like he did the very first time. Then I felt it go in. It seemed a little cooler than usual, but I loved the feel of his dick in me. My eyes flew open! I was still sucking on his dick! What-?
He then turned on the vibrating dildo and started to slowly pump me with it.
He DID have fun at the adult store! It warmed as it vibrated and it felt so real! I was sucking him as hard and as deep as I could, swallowing over and over. He then put his mouth back on my dick, so that I was getting it in the mouth, in the rear and mine was in his mouth all at the same time! I was about to go off, and he stopped. "Wait a moment. Wait for me, Sweetie!"
He whispered. It was not long before he was pumping at both ends and the middle of me as fast as he could go. We came within a split second of each other, screaming and moaning in delight for it seemed an eternity. Sex with Joy may have been good. We only did it once. But it couldn't have been anything like this!
He turned the light off, and put some very quiet, romantic music on, and we just held each other for about an hour.
It was still not late, so we went back into the living room and watched the remainder of the porn video. It was anticlimactic in comparison to our own session. But it still did its thing on us, and we jerked each other off at the same time. He then laid on top of me and we mingled our cum together, all over our stomachs and lower abdomens, and then licked each other clean.
We napped for awhile on the couch, then went into the bedroom and fell asleep with him spooning me from the rear.
Chapter 39
Jake and I were flying high for nearly four months. He consistently tested positive, but his t-cells were coming up, and he looked perfectly well. It was almost the end of my junior year at UCSB. I hardly saw Joy, and when I did, we both usually looked down. She was almost ready to graduate, and I had not seen her for probably two months. We literally ran into each other around a corner. As I picked up her books, I couldn't help noticing her protruding abdomen. She was pregnant! I did some quick calculation in my head. "Omigod! Joy! Why didn't you tell me?"
"Why should I have told you?" she retorted defensively.
"If I'm the father, I should know! I am not one of those scumbags who would leave you-"
"It's not yours." She said flatly.
"Wha - at? But how long -?" I was stunned, and now I was getting pissed! "You're lying to me!"
"It's Bobby's."
"It's Bobby's?!" I retorted. "Why hasn't he told me?! How do you know it's not mine!?" I demanded.
"A girl knows these things - and he doesn't want it." She was looking down all this time.
"We'll just see about that!" I said. I was irate - almost out of control. She tried to object but I was around the corner before she could say much.
My wheels were squealing as I pulled into the parking lot for the Seaside Architectural Designs, where he worked. I slammed my door and ran to the door. I calmed myself down as much as I could before signaling across the room for Bobby to come outside. As soon as the door closed, I grabbed his shirt and tie and slammed him against the wall! "Wh - what's going on?" He said rather shaken.
"You tell me, Bob! What the fuck IS going on!"
"I have no idea what you're on about, but calm-"
"Don't you tell ME to calm the fuck down, ass hole! I just saw Joy!"
"And-?
"Don't you act so fucking innocent, shit head!"
"All right little brother, you've said enough! Now tell me what you think I did, or get the hell out of here!
"Bob! She is pregnant, Dammit. Are you going to try to tell me -?"
"Omigod, Colin! How could I have known? I have not seen her since-" he paused.
"Since when, Bobby? SINCE WHEN?"
"Since the night I went over to explain - about you and Jake."
"Well, but - How could it be-?"
"Colin, What EXACTLY did she say to you?" He was a little calmer. I wasn't much. I was very confused and flustered by now.
"She said you did not want it!"
"I didn't know anything about it, Brother! She must have assumed I did not want - wait a minute - How does she know it's mine? When was the last time you-?"
"The night before I was burned. Before the dream. She says she knows somehow. So you really did not know?"
"No, my little hotheaded brother. I really didn't know!"
"I'm sorry," I said, not sounding very sorry. "But what was I supposed to-"
"It's okay, li'l bro! We'll get to the bottom of it"
"But how could YOU be the father? Were you doing her the same time as I was?" My blood started to rise again. "Calm down. No! When I went over there, to tell her, she was - to say the least - distraught. In calming her down, and trying to console her, we both got carried away
Knock knock knock! We glanced at each other, as we waited for her to get to the door. She opened the door a crack, and when she saw it was us she undid the chain latch. "Colin! Bobby!" Said Joy. "Why -oh."
"Yeah." Bobby said. "You told Colin I did not want this baby. Please tell him now that I knew nothing about it."
Looking at the floor, she confessed, "It's true. I-" she was starting to cry. "I - knew Bobby and liked him, but not well enough to - and then we - and I felt so - easy - loose - slutty! I was embarrassed!"
Bobby was always so cool. "Okay, Colin told me you know it's mine. Well, let me tell you, I want to take responsibility. I WANT that baby. But first, I want to do a DNA blood test to be absolutely sure. And if by some fluke you are mistaken, then we all know who's it is," and he looked her straight in the eyes, "Don't we?"
"I was not with anyone else, so yes it would be Colen's. But I know it's not."
"How can you know for sure?"
"When a girl ovulates, it is something she can physically feel. It happened the day of the evening we - did it."
"But it could possibly have been some of the left over-"
"No. I'm almost 100% sure. It is too warm in a woman's for sperm to live that long. Don't either of you know about that?"
"I know that our testicles are hung outside our bodies to keep it cool," I said, "But I just never put the two together."
"But just to be sure," she said, evenly, "We will get the tests done."
In less than a week we knew it was Bobby's. He started to act all fatherly, trying to protect Joy, and all. He spent most of his spare time with her. They grew very close and they decided that they wanted to get married before the baby was born. I asked Bobby if that was smart. There was adoption. He dismissed that with a finality I could not argue with.
We went to Las Vegas because it took too long in California. There was a mandatory waiting period, mostly for a blood test, which was already done. We caravanned over with her parents, my parents, Jake, her sister and Jake asked if his parents could come. This was weird to me. How he got them to go, I have no idea, but they came.
In all my 21 years, I had not ever been to Las Vegas. My dad used to refer to it as "the ass hole of the world", so it wasn't too appealing for me to go. We arrived the night before the wedding. Everything was lit up! I never saw anything so exciting. And people were crawling the streets like ants! Every casino we went into was more spectacular than the last. We could not get away from the sound of exciting, live music. There were thousands of slot machines, so one was going off almost all the time, adding to the excitement. I actually walked with a "I'm so cool" attitude!
We budgeted $100.00 each to gamble. We both decided that we were not going to go over the budget. I lost all mine that first night. Jakey won enough for us to see the band, Queen, in concert at the Sahara! I was so happy! Freddie Mercury was my idol as a musician. His music was all so fun! That's what life is about, to me. If you're not having fun, you're doin' it wrong! It surprised me that he could even stand up, he looked so bad. He died of AIDS 2 months later.
To say the wedding was beautiful would have been overstating it. It was, after all, at a wedding chapel in Las Vegas. But the sentiments were beautiful, and it WAS as beautiful as possible. The highlight was when Bobby and Joy announced the news that it was definitely going to be a boy! My dad just beamed!
That night, after Bobby and Joy left our presence, Jake and I headed out Boulder City to see Lake Mead and the Hoover dam. We came home late, and when we got to our room in Caesar's Palace, it had flowers, candy and wine that went with the room. We ate the candy and drank the wine, and put on some gay porn on the TV, and fell asleep to someone else having sex. We slept very well. It was about 115 degrees outside and a perfect 78 inside the hotel.
The next morning I woke up and Jake was on the phone, ordering breakfast. He ordered Eggs Benedict, Champaign, and an assortment of breakfast meats. Then he had a proposal for me. No really! He proposed to me! He got down on one knee, and took my hand. "Colin, my sweet Little One, would you marry me if it were legal?" Well that was interesting.
"But it isn't."
"Focus, Baby! Just answer the question! Would you marry me if it were legal?!"
"Jakey, you are the light of my life! You are my reason for living! Of course I would!"
"Well, then, would you publicly commit your life to me, even if it is not legal to be married?"
"I don't quite understand."
"I love you more than anything or anyone I have ever known. I know that I always will. I want to commit to you everything I am and everything I have - for the rest of our lives. Can you say the same?"
"Well-? I- of course that is how I feel, Jakey! I love you more than life itself! But what more can we do than say it?"
"I saw the most beautiful building over on the hillside! I have invited both our parents to go over to see it this afternoon. I did not say why. Just to look. Your dad says it is the Mormon Temple. It stands out like a beacon on the hill. When we get there, will you repeat what you just said to me, regarding your love for me, in front of that building - in front of our parents? Will you marry me, even if it is not legally blessed by the government?"
"Wo! It sounds beautiful! Can we do that?"
"All we have to do is find a place to stand, the six of us, and say what we just said. That's as official as I need it to be."
"Ooooo, Jakey, I have goose bumps! Of COURSE I'll marry you! I love you so much!"
We went out before lunch and bought matching rings, each with seven little diamonds channel set on the top, and with a Florentine finish at the sides of the channels. They were not expensive, but they were real gold and real diamonds. The cowboy boots and hat were Jake's idea. We dressed in full "formal" western attire, including string tie and monster belt buckles. Jake looks so HOT as a cowboy! Jake looks hot no matter what he wears! I think I like him better without the hat though. His hair was getting so wonderfully long and curly! "Hey, Little One, you look cute as a cowboy!"
"I look 'cute'? Mrmph! I was just telling these nice readers here that you look HOT in YOUR ourfit! I feel really affronted!"
"Heh! The thing is you look so hot when you're NOT wearing it - or anything! thats how I like you - wearing nothing!"
"Don't get me started - well okay, DO get me started!" He came over to me and started to remove my tie. "Hey! I just got all dressed up! Don't undress me now!"
"I'll make it worth your while!" And he did! I LOVE a little "afternoon delight"!
It was a very hot day, as usual in Las Vegas, even in June. But on the hill there was a light breeze and it was slightly cooler. We all stood in front of the temple, overlooking the city. The sun was just going down and the lights were coming on. There is something magical - almost etherial - about las Vegas at dusk. Jake and I held both hands. Looking directly into each others' eyes, we spoke loud enough for our parents to hear, but no one else:
"Colin Ethan Thompson, I love you more than anything or anyone I have ever known. I know that I always will. I commit to you everything I am and everything I have - for the rest of our lives."
Both moms were crying by this time.
"Jacob Lynn Smith the Third, you are the light of my life! You are my reason for living! I love you more than life itself! I commit to you everything I am and everything I have - for the rest of our lives."
Knowing how Mormons feel about homosexuality, we were respectful enough that we didn't kiss right there. But we hugged all around. It was the most beautiful moment of my life. We held it, and our vows as sacred. Our celebration after we got back to our room was not so sacred. We managed to "party" all night long. We slept most of the day, and drove back that afternoon, ever so much richer than before we had come.
We did what most people only dream of: We struck it rich in Las Vegas!
Chapter 40
"Know what?" Jake said to me, on our way home. We were driving in my Z-3, top down, windows up.
"What?"
"I've never been so happy - ever in my life!" I just couldn't possibly keep from smiling. To feel loved like that!
"I know!" I said. "It's gonna take daily recommitment, you know."
"What do you mean?"
"You know! I mean besides the obvious. Most marriages between straight couples are rocky a lot of the time. Almost half end in divorce. It's much worse for gay couples. Why do you suppose that is?" I was stating the obvious, I realize, but I wanted to discuss it.
"Well, I suppose," he answered, "that it has something to do with the pressure the world puts on gays."
"I think that is true," I said, "but think about most gays you know. Are they even willing to make a commitment as we did? And if they did, would they keep it?"
"How many gays do you know?"
"Okay, actually not that many - at least very well. But I've known and observed quite a few on campus - once I found out that Sig Phi was gay."
"Well, when Mik and I were together we knew a lot of gay guys and girls - mostly guys. And you are pretty much right on with your assessment. Most gay guys I know are not much interested in "settling down". The girls are different though. They seem to want to stay with one partner."
"But don't you think that's the way it is with most straight people? Guys are more into fooling around than girls are. Girls want a committed relationship. But why is it so hard, especially guys, to hold a relationship together in the gay community?"
"You are really serious about this, aren't you?" Jake said.
"Well - yes! I feel like I love you so much right now-"
"Right now?" He sounded hurt.
"Jake, I feel like I will love you forever. Right now, I love you for forever. But don't others feel that same way?"
"I - guess."
"I think there is a lot that goes into breaking down these relationships. Part of it is the lack of respect that 95% of the world, the straight community, has for us. But I really think that is the smallest part. We are not respected by our own, either."
"What do you mean?"
"Most gay guys will hit on anything that has a dick, if they are drawn to him. It doesn't matter to them even if they know he is attached. So there goes the other 5%. Add to that, that most people come from broken homes in the first place. They don't have an example of commitment, as both you and I have had. Do you think either of our parents' marriages have been without problems?"
"No. Not at all. I have heard my parents argue into the night many times. But you are right. They are committed beyond how most couples are.
"Yes," I said, "Sometimes I think that especially we, as a gay couple, will need to be even more committed to the relationship than we are to each other."
"Huh?"
"There are going to be times when we don't agree with each other. There are going to be times when we are tired of certain things the other does. There are going to be times that we even get jealous, maybe, and it may even be for good reason. You and I are both - not bad looking - guys. I can promise you - even if we don't get any more involved with the gay community that we are now - we are going to get hit on - you KNOW we will."
"I suppose." He said.
If a guy flirts with me, and I am nice to him, how will that make you feel?"
"Well, I-"
"I KNOW how I will feel if you get hit on: threatened! I think we have to be careful how we react to other guys. It's considered improper for a straight guy or girl to flirt with someone else, if they are supposed to be in a committed relationship. It should be the same with gays. I mean, I think many gays feel that since sex cannot lead to pregnancy - or a kid - it is somehow less - risky or - sacred or something - and it just doesn't matter as much if they fool around. And emotionally, that may or may not be so, at least for those who are not interested in any commitment. Am I making any sense?"
"I guess so. But I am not interested in fooling around with anyone else." He sounded guarded.
"Now don't get defensive on me. I'm not talking about you or me - necessarily. As I said, I want to be with you forever. But I think it is going to take some work to accomplish it. It won't just happen by itself."
"Okay," Jake said, "I think I see where you are going with this. I agree that we have a definite leg up, having had parents who were as committed as they were to each other - and to their relationship. I think it also helps that neither of us does drugs, or even drinks much. Those seem to loosen a person up - make him more vulnerable to attacks from his flank."
"You mean from some other cute guy?"
"Well - Yeah. If you were drunk, and some really cute guy hit on you, would you respond?" he said. That stung a little! I wondered if he too thought of my brother.
"I see what you mean," I said. "So does that mean we should not drink?"
"It means, Little One, that I guess we just have to be careful. I want to spend my life with you too. And if that meant that it was necessary for me to never take another drink, I would do it. I don't think that is necessary, but I want you to know how committed I am to you." He put his hand on my thigh, and slid it up and rubbed something he found ensnared in my pants. I was driving, so I didn't respond as I would have liked.
"Don't forget that we are in a convertible and that truck driver up there can see everything you are doing!" He jerked his hand away and quickly looked to his right. There was no truck.
"Jerk!" And he grabbed my crotch even more firmly. "Pull off at the next rest stop. I have to pee."
"Rest stop!? Boy that's one advantage we have as guys! We can pee almost anywhere!" I found the next wide spot in the shoulder and stopped the car. "I think I need to go, too. And I should go with you anyway, to be sure you don't get accosted by any cute guys out there. We walked about 50 feet to a tree we could stand behind. I don't know why, because no one else was on the road with us. As I was peeing, I saw him looking at me, and started to get hard even before I stopped peeing.
"Mmmmm! That sure looks delicious!" he said.
"Want a bite?" I said.
"Well, maybe just a taste!" I gave him more than a taste. I gave him a whole load! "Yummmmm!" He said. "Want some?"
"Sure!" I retorted, and he kissed me long and deep. I was getting to really like a taste of my own, flavored with my Jakey's special seasoning! "Your turn to drive!"
After we were back on the road, Jake said, "I think that was better than any rest stop could offer! Definitely the cuisine was superior!"
"Well, I feel more relaxed!" I said.
"I know at least one part of you that is!"
"Don't be too sure!" I said, as I put his hand on my growing crotch.
"You are one horny dude!"
"Yeah! Don't you just love it?" I said, as I put his hand back on the wheel. Then I reached over and unzipped his pants and pulled out Mr. Bentley. I then unbuckled my seat belt. "Drive carefully now!" I said, as I leaned over and took him down my throat. He was primed and ready. I only stroked him a very few times before he exploded. I swallowed most of it, and continued to massage him with my mouth and tongue, as he shrank and became soft. There's something I like about a spent, soft, warm dick in my mouth, when it is attached to the one I love most in the world. There was a little drip of the end of his softy when I finished, so before I stuffed it back in, I caught it with my finger and rubbed it over his lips. He licked his lips.
"Mmmm! Not bad! Must have been that coconut shrimp we had last night!"
"Must have been! Or maybe the extra love I threw in with it?"
We arrived home late Sunday night. We were too tired to do anything but fall into bed. I was still awake, on my back, as he fell asleep on his side, his arm across my chest, bent up with his hand on my cheek. I watched his relaxed, smiling face as I drifted off, tears of happiness in my eyes, thinking how very, VERY lucky I was.
This story ends with the beginning of two lives becoming one. Even though they are fictional, pray for them, as they represent all human relationships. They all need our prayers!
Comments are welcome, encouraged - begged for!: s4d@hotmail.com But please don't beg for the story to continue. I want to believe that they lived happily ever after. Look for my new story, though, "Chris-Crossed" in this section of Nifty. I completely finished "Colin" before I posted any of it on Nifty. I am going to post "Chris-Crossed" as I write it, so it will not be so quickly forthcoming. I have the first chapter written and it starts with a bang, if you know what I mean! Look for it. And again, thanks for all your support! I love you!
Steve