Fresh Start Chapter 3 by Jay Love aka Jim
Hi Everyone,
This is the story of a male/male relationship. I don't know where the story is going now, for it is just forming. However, I do want to offer a caution: If you are not of legal age to be reading this material where you live, please leave now. And if you are offended by the subject matter, get over yourself. Gay love has, is, and will be here until the end of time. Respect it!
If by chance you see yourself, or someone you know, in the storyline, it is merely a coincidence. These characters are a mixture of fiction and reality: fiction in that they are not real; reality in that this situation might be familiar to someone.
Anyhow, I hope that you enjoy what I've written, and I encourage comments, positive and negative, as they help me to be a better writer. You may contact me at Jaylovenj@comcast.net mailto:Jaylovenj@comcast.net I look forward to hearing from you.
From Chapter 2:
Rich kicks his legs out, wrapping them around my waist, then he reaches out, grabbing my shoulders and pulls me in tight against him, planting me completely inside of him.
His lips seek out, and find my own as I feel him throb between us. I realize that he is cumin. Globs of his offering begin to spread against our connected stomachs. His ass grips my cock tighter than ever, tighter than any pussy has ever before. I begin to swell, as his contractions take me higher.
I thrust my tongue deep into his mouth as I begin to unload deep in his bowels. Rich moans and twists his hips with each pulse of my dick, effectively milking every drop from me.
I cum hard. For the second time in less than two hours, my body violently ejects my juice. It feels as if my balls are being pulled through my dick. I never knew they could offer so much. Cum is beginning to seep from around my pounding dick sheathed in the condom.
Finally, I feel myself going limp as Rich tightens his legs around me, holding me in place.
At last, he relaxes, allowing me to roll off when I am just too soft to stay inside.
"Oh man," he pants. "I never knew it could be so-o-o good."
"Me--either!" I manage to croak. "I--love--you."
"If I didn't love you before, I would definitely be in love with you after this. Damn! All these years I've wasted. Promise me we can wake up like this every morning from now on."
"Can't do that!" I protest.
"Huh? What'd ya mean?"
"I'm going to want this inside of me too, you know," I say, gripping his heavy, and wet cock in my hand.
He smiles. "Maybe we'll take turns. How's that?"
"Now, that sounds fair." I reach over and kiss my lover again. "Come on, let 's take a shower. I'm taking you out for breakfast. For some reason, I am starving." We laugh, and climb out of bed, heading for the bath.
Chapter 3:
Over the next few months, Rich and I become inseparable as our love for each other grows. I still hadn't been able to get him to be inside of me. Seems that we always end up with me topping him. He became insatiable. Often his attacks bore on rape, as if I really minded.
Coming home one Friday evening, I was surprised to see Rich's black `Vette in the drive, as I always got home before him.
I opened the door to my house, and was surprised to see the house flooded with candles.
"What's going on?" I say, more to myself than to anyone. I could see Rich nowhere. "Rich? Baby?" I call.
"Right here, hon," he responds, meeting me with a sifter of Remy Martin. He kisses me, then hands me my drink, leading me to the couch.
"What's going on?" I ask giggling like a schoolgirl.
"Just wanted to provide a little -- romance -- tonight. You don't like?"
"No, no, I think this is very romantic, but then, every moment I'm with you is romantic."
"How come you always know the perfect thing to say?" he asks, leaning in for a kiss.
"It's easy when you love the one you're talking too," I answer. He leans forward and kisses me again.
"Are you hungry? I brought home some Chinese. We have Shrimp rolls, Steamed Chicken with Broccoli, Egg Drop Soup, Chicken Rice, and of course, fortune cookies."
"Sounds good."
"Then follow me." We go over to the dining area, and I notice the table has been set with a royal blue linen table cloth, which looks beautiful under the white bone china with the solid royal blue piping. The silver is sparkling, as is the crystal. A single, white taper is lit in the single crystal holder that has been surrounded by a bunch of yellow mums.
"The table is beautiful. I can't believe you did all this--for me."
"I'd do anything and everything for the man I love."
"I'm going to hold you to that -- later," I say, lifting my eyebrows as I pull Rich close for another kiss. He chuckles as he feels the reaction in my pants. "That is what you always do to me," I say, answering the question in his eyes.
"Dinner was delicious," I say to him as I help him remove the dishes to the dishwasher. I had to insist on that as he was determined that he pamper me this evening.
"Come on," he says, taking my hand and leading me back into the living room. We sit on the couch, and I notice the opening concerto to Reveille's Bolero playing in the background. He knows what that composition does to me. "Champagne and fortune cookies?" he asks, pouring a glass from the bottle of Gosset Celebris Tete chilling in the bucket on the stand near him. I hadn't even noticed it.
"These past eighteen months have been the happiest times in my
life," he begins, "and it all began the moment I met you. So, I want to offer this toast to you, who have given me completeness in my life; you who have given me compassion; and you who have made me glad for every breath I take. You who have given me your love so freely, a fact that still awes me. My vocabulary is really inadequate to describe to you what you mean to me, so I hope you can see the love in my eyes as I tell you with every atom that comprises my being, I love you. To you, Stanley Michael Davis." He raises his glass to me, and takes a sip.
By this time, I am fighting tears are threatening to stream down my cheeks. I find that I cry at the drop of a hat now. This man truly loves me--me! I take a sip of my champagne, and lean in to kiss him.
"Thank you," I begin. "But, I am the one who started to breathe when I met you. I find joy in your every movement. My heart sings at the thought of you. I feel weak when I'm in your presence. Every time you touch me, I shiver and am delighted. It is because of you that everyday I thank God. I love you, Rich. And it is I who am not eloquent enough. So, to you, Richard Alan Young, that you may see my love for you in every action." I raise my glass in salute to him.
Rich joins me in the toast, and then we kiss passionately. Recovering somewhat, he says, "boy, are we becoming hokey or what? Here, have a cookie. See if we're going to hit the lottery or something," he chuckles and he passes me the plate.
"What does it say? What does it say?" Rich asks. He has always been a little boy when it came to Chinese fortune cookies.
"Alright! Alright! Give me a second," I chuckle.
I read the message, then look at Rich. He produces a little navy blue box. Opening it up, I see a platinum ring with a single diamond in the center.
"Stan, I know that I'm not the greatest catch in the world, but I love you with all my heart and soul. When I found you, I stopped looking, for no one else could even possibly ever hope to outshine you in my eyes. I want to dedicate my life to you, to us, and I want you to do the same. Say you'll be my life partner, and I promise that you'll never regret it. Please make me the happiest man alive, and say yes. Marry me!" Tears are streaming down his face matching my own waterworks.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" I shout, leaping into his arms, knocking him back on the couch with my enthusiasm. Our lips smash hard together as he squeezes me tight.
Breaking apart, he removes the ring from the box, and slides it on my finger. It's a perfect fit.
"Now, will you do me?" He produces an identical ring, handing it to me.
"Only," I say as I slide the ring on his finger. He laughs at the double meaning of my answer. Then I bring his hand to my lips, sealing it with a kiss.
I look into his smiling face, and standing, gently pull him to his feet. Silently, we extinguish the candles, and I lead him up the stairs to our bedroom
The smell of vanilla is in the air as I open the double doors leading to the master bedroom. Rich, ever the romantic had adorned our room with candles also. I also noticed that the bed had been made with royal blue silk sheets.
We start to undress each other, removing item for item, marveling in the sight and feel of the other's flesh as it is revealed.
I am still in awe of the marvelous body being peeled before me. I slide his shirt from his shoulders, letting my hands travel down his muscular arms and back, feeling the hair on his forearms slide along the palm of my hand.
I lean forward and wrap my lips around his left nipple, feeling Rich shudder, hearing him moan. I bathe it in love before moving over to the right one, giving it the same treatment. I love the feel of his hairy chest against my face, and bury my face in the center of his chest, kissing and licking the area there. Rich begins to run his fingers through my hair, pulling me close for a moment, and then backing up.
He removes my shirt, giving my chest the same treatment as I gave to him. When he's sure I have reached the same level of excitement as he, he backs up.
"Whew! That's got the old blood pumping," I say. He just smirks a reply.
Stepping up to the challenge, I reach for his belt, and while looking directly into his eyes, I rip open his belt. Falling to my knees, I rub my face across his clothed crotch, feeling him start to grow beneath. Then, I free the hook on his pants, and using my teeth, I lower his zipper. I can feel the throbbing of his manhood just under the surface. The heat is intense!
I pull his pants open, letting them puddle around his ankles as I bury my face in the crotch of his white CK brief. I love the scent of my man! My mouth follows the length of his swollen cock from base to the tip, chewing and wetting the fabric as I travel. A wet spot is beginning to form at the head of his dick, soaking his shorts, and I attack it with a vengeance, sucking the life giving fluid through the fabric.
Rich's dick gets harder, if that's possible, and his knees buckle. He bends his knees and lifts me to my feet.
"You sexy devil. Do you know the effect you have on me?" His voice is husky with passion. He opens my pants, as he falls to the floor. He's shocked as he lowers my pants to see that I am commando.
"You went commando today?" he asks.
"No," I respond.
"Then, may I inquire as to where your underwear could be?"
"Well," I say, embarrassed, "if you really want to know."
"I do," he says, his brow furrowing. I hope he doesn't think I . . .
"Well, about three o'clock, I started having these thoughts of you, and the next thing you know, I was naked from the waist down with my shirt wide open stroking furiously. I had to use them to wipe up the mess. They're in my briefcase."
He begins to roar with laughter, standing and falling on the bed in hysterics. "That's not funny," I laugh. The more I protest, the harder Rich laughs. I too begin to roar with laughter, and fall on the bed beside him.
He reaches over, grabbing me. Rolling over on top of him, we continue to laugh until our lips find each other. I spread my legs, feeling his hardness settle in between.
I can still feel his hard cock beneath me, and mine has lost none of its rigidity as our excited flesh grinds together.
"It's time," I whisper in Rich's ear. He looks at me, not understanding. "It's time," I repeat. "I need you--tonight--inside me."
I rise from his body, pushing him back flat onto his back as I do. Bending over his rigid shaft, I swallow him whole.
"Jesus!" he cries as my head begins to bob up and down, wetting his shaft with my spit.
I hear the changing of his breathing, realizing how close he's getting, and I don't want it to end.
I back off, reaching on the nightstand for the lube. He watches me intently as I remove the cap, placing a big dollop on my fingers, and then applying it to my ass.
I get two, then three fingers inside, loosening me up. I get another dollop and carefully coat his excited dick.
"Here, hold your dick for me," I breathe, as I stand over him. I begin to lower my ass. I pause just as the tip makes contact with my hole.
Shivering with excitement as his soft, spongy-hard flesh makes contact with my burning hole, I let out a sigh as I feel him begin to breech my opening. We had stopped using condoms after the first night, confident, that we were both not carrying any diseases since we both confessed to only being with Tom Thumb and his four boys for the past three years. Our doctor confirmed that fact later. "You don't have to do this, babe," Rich says. "Just the fact that you want to is enough," he says, mistaking my shuddering for apprehension.
"No, I want you in me, and damn it, I'm going to get you in me!"
I lower myself a little more, feeling my spinster open slightly. The pain is excruciating as the head pops inside. I freeze, halting all movement, knowing I have to give myself time to adjust. I look into his eyes, seeing the love he has for me, and suddenly, I totally relax, and sink myself completely on Rich's dick. He looks up at me in amazement as I feel his pubes connect with my ass.
"Oh Stan, this is incredible." I sigh in response. "You're so hot -- so tight. It feels like you're touching me -- everywhere -- at the same time," he pants.
I can feel his throbbing cock buried deep within. And soon I begin to rock back and forth, milking his cock.
"Shit! I should have done this long ago," I moan. I start to bounce, feeling his dick stroke my prostate gland with every thrust. Blinding hot sparks are shooting off inside my head as his dick strokes that button.
My dick feels as if it has gotten harder, and a river of pre-cum is flowing out on Rich as it bounces against his furry belly.
Rich's hips begin to buck, burying himself deeper into my hungry ass as instinct takes over. He grabs my hips, grinding every millimeter of himself into me. I grab my leaking cock, and begin to stroke it.
"I'm gonna cum," he moans, and I increase the pressure on my dick. "Cum with me, baby. Cum with me."
"Yes, yes, I'm almost there," I pant as I bounce hard against his hips.
Suddenly, my ass clamps around his dick as he slams into me, and I feel my balls snap into the base of my dick as I begin to drench Rich's chest with my baby juice.
Simultaneously, I feel Rich's big dick emptying into my bowels, filling me completely. Our hips are still bucking, milking him deep into my inner recesses. Oh Gods' and Oh fucks' are the melodies we sing as we release our passion to each other.
Totally spent, I collapse atop him. Soon I feel him slip out of me as his cum seeps out over his balls.
He holds me tight, and soon his regular breathing signals to me that he's asleep. I softly kiss his lips, then lay my head against his chest, my face in his soft fur, and I, too, drift off listening to the beating of his heart. The heart that loves me.
The big day had finally arrived. At four o'clock, I declare Richard Allen Young to be my life partner in a public ceremony that would be witnessed by eight very close friends. My only regret is that our parents will not be there. Rich's parents are in Europe and mine are in South America. Besides, neither of our fathers seemed too happy with our news. But it would have been nice if they would have come.
I open my eyes, staring at the white tuxedo that hangs on the closet door, and a smile plays gently on my lips. Everyday since we have confessed our love, I have awaken with a smile because Rich loves me, and I love him.
My baby has dressed my suite with flowers, white roses, four hundred and fifty-six of them, a dozen for every month that we'd known each other.
Just as I had white roses, I had sent my lover four hundred and fifty-six yellow roses, yellow to match the golden wheat color of his hair and the length of time that I've known him.
Our friends, Nathan and Carter, who were standing up for us, had insisted on us not seeing each other the day of our commitment, so although we were in the same hotel, we would not meet until we got to the altar.
"Oh, you're finally awake," Carter says as he comes into my room. "This place reminds me of a funeral parlor with all these flowers. Gays," he teases. Carter is a wonderful guy. He was my roommate in boarding school, and although he is hopelessly straight, he accepts my alternative lifestyle with ease. 'If Rich is what makes you happy, and you're sure this is the right thing for you, how can I not be happy for you. You're my best friend; how can I not want to see you happy? God knows, Kelly didn't make you happy. ' Those were the only words that he said to me, and they meant the world when I called to tell him that I was getting married -- to another guy, no less.
I laughed when he said that he wanted to meet the man that captivated my soul because he had to make sure that he was good enough for me. He fell in love with Rich right away, and they, too, have become good friends.
Take my advice: never, and I mean never, introduce your loved one to someone who you've known for a long time. The stories get to be very embarrassing.
But, payback is a bitch, as they say, and I get revenge in the form of Nathan Wright, Rich's best friend. They have known each other since freshman year of college. Sure, childhood anecdotes are funny, but those embarrassing moments that happen in adulthood, or semi-adulthood, are priceless. Needless to say, we both had red faces a number of times, and both our friends have received many threats, which they totally ignore.
"Get up and wash your face, and put some clothes on. I have the stylist coming in an hour. We have to do something with that stuff you call hair. Can't let you go to the altar looking like a Muppet."
"Ha! Ha! There is nothing wrong with my hair. This is payback, isn't it?" I ask as I suddenly have a flashback of the day Carter married Celeste, his wife. Being his best man, I showed him no mercy that day. And Celeste thanked me for getting rid of his uni-brow.
"Whatever do you mean?" Carter replies. "Payback? For what?"
"Okay, bitch, I get it," I chuckle. "I admit I'm a stank whore, and I treated you horribly on your wedding day, not showing any mercy or compassion for a man who was about to walk the gauntlet. I dedicate my first born in servitude to you to pay for this debt."
Carter busts up laughing. "Your first born, huh? Does that mean that Rich is going to get knocked up soon?"
"I'm going to get him pregnant as soon as I can," I answer with a straight face. Then, we both crack up. "I'll be out in a minute," I tell him. "I just want to call my baby and see how he's doing this morning, since I was forbidden to see him. I won't be long, I promise."
"You're not suppose to see the bride, or is he the groom, before the wedding."
"We're versatile," I answer.
"Too much information," Carter says as he leaves my bedroom.
"Room 316," I tell the hotel operator. "Hi, Nate. Is he awake yet? How did he sleep last night?" I ask when finally connected.
"Oh, hi, Stan" he says rather loudly. I am sure it is for Rich's benefit. "I'm sorry to be the one to tell you this, but Rich and I got drunk last night, and I had my way with him. I hate to tell you this, but he fell in love with my dick, and now he doesn't want you anymore, he wants^Å"
"I'm gonna kick your ass," I hear Rich say as he grabs the phone. "Hi, babe. I miss you."
"I miss you too. Do you realize that last night was the first night we have slept apart in four months?"
"Yeah, I know. I kept reaching out for you. I finally had to molest a pillow to get to sleep. It just wasn't the same, though."
"I had to do the same," I tell him. "Last night is the last night we ever sleep apart again, okay?"
"That's a promise. I am so stoked!" he continues. "Six more hours. Six hours from now, I will be Richard Allen Young-Davis, and you will be Stanley Michael Davis-Young. I am thrilled to be taking your name, and honored that you are taking mine. I just wish that this was a legal, legal ceremony in the same sense as a hetero couple."
"I do too. But you are my partner, and you will be my husband, in every sense of the word. And I will be your husband in every sense of the word. As long as we recognize each other, the hell with the world! I just wish our parents could be here," I add sadly. "But it's my wedding day, and I refuse to be sad. It's their loss."
"I do too, babe. It is their loss, and you're right. You're always right, you know. Why would a perfect person like you want such a dunce as
I?"
"You are not a dunce, and I am not perfect. And if I'm perfect, it's because of you. And I want you because of the person that you are. I love you Richard Allen Young. Will you meet me downstairs at four o'clock, and marry me?"
"Nothing short of death will keep me from not being there. I love you babe."
I hang up the phone, and walk into the outer room. Carter is sitting there reading the paper while having a cup of coffee. I notice my toast is missing.
I sit down to what's left of my breakfast as Carter remarks that a company he's thinking of investing in has its stock increase by a four points in the past two days. He takes out his cell to call his broker.
"So, how is Rich? Is he still going to go through with it? Didn't come to his senses yet and see how crazy you really are?" he asks, hanging up from his conversation.
"Yeah, he did. He's meeting me downstairs at four to become Mr. Richard Allen Young-Davis anyway, to pledge his love for me to the world, and he promised me that last night was the last time that either of us will ever sleep apart. God, I love that man!"
Carter had me coifed, manicured, pedicured, and exfoliated, and dressed by three o'clock.
"He's a lucky guy," Carter says, as I walk out of the bedroom. "You do clean up real nice. If I liked dick, I could go for you myself. Are you nervous?" he asks, inspecting my attire.
"You had your chance. But you're right. I never can see myself as a Senator's wife. Besides, Celeste would kill both of us. I know I'm doing the right thing. I only have one goal in mind, and that is to marry the man I love."
"I'm really happy for you. I think this time you're going to make it. Rich is a terrific guy. Besides, I threaten him with serious bodily harm if he hurts you."
"You didn't?" I ask, already knowing he did. "I know I'm going to make it. This day is so special, and it's even made more special because you and Celeste are here for me. Thanks."
"I'll always be here for you," Carter responds. We embrace, sharing feelings old and new, as we prepare to face this moment together.
I get downstairs, and just get a glimpse of the room, before I am ushered into a side room. Our friends had made the arrangements, including the menu for the reception that was to follow the ceremony. I notice that there are a lot more guests expected than we had thought by the number of tables there. I wonder just who they have invited.
Carter pours me a glass of champagne, which has been chilling in the room. "I want to offer a toast," he says. "To you, Stan. I have never had someone that has been a consistent friend, and pain in the ass, like you. You have been there for me in every great and tragic moment in my life. I am so honored that you chose me to stand up for you today, and it is my desire to remain as supportive of you today as I was yesterday, and to embrace the man you love with as much zeal as you do."
"Keep your hands to yourself, lover boy."
"I said zeal, dumb-ass. Not lust. So, here's to you, and here's to Rich, and the life you plan together. May it be happy, complete, prosperous, and full of babies," he smiles. He raises his glass, and we each drink. "Oh, and don' t forget, you promised me your first born." We both laugh at that. The one thing Carter could always do is make me relax and laugh.
At that moment, the opening chords of Tonight, I Celebrate My Life (With You) begins to play. "That's our cue," Carter says. The doors open, and there on the other side are my parents.
"We thought we'd give you away together, this time," my father says. "Maybe you won't come back." I can see a smile form at the corners of his mouth.
Tears begin to form in my eyes as I hug my mother, and then my father.
"Mom? Dad? I thought you were in South America," I exclaim.
"You don't think we'd miss our son's wedding, do you?" my mother asks. "Besides, we have to welcome our new son into the family."
I hug them both again, and mom takes a tissue and wipe the tears from my eyes. "Can't have that wonderful man you're marrying seeing tear streaks and puffy eyes," she laughs.
"Then, you're alright with this . . . with me falling in love with a man?"
"Can't say it was what I had in mind that day I first laid eyes on you, but you being happy is all that matters. Thought I was going to miss out on grandchildren to spoil, but then we realized you could always adopt. And we' ll love them equally as well."
"I love you two so much."
"We love you, too. And we already love Richard. Just look at the spark he's put back in your eyes." They exchange a few pleasantries with Carter, then they each take an arm, and begin to lead me towards the entrance to the room. Carter heads to his place in front of the altar.
On the other side of the room, Nate opens the door to Rich's parents, who are surprising him by being there to escort him down the aisle. Rich hugs both his parents as tears of joy stream down his face, and I later learn he has a similar conversation with his parents.
Simultaneously, two other sets of sliding doors open, and Rich and I see each other for the first time in a day. He is absolutely beautiful, and my heart swells as the love of my life is standing before me.
"He is really handsome," my mother whispers. "And just look at the way he is looking at you."
We begin to be marched towards the center of the room, which is decorated in white, with white and yellow roses. The only other color is the wisps of green foliage adorning the sparkling crystal flower vases.
Rich looks so handsome as he approaches me in his white tails. Our parents place our hands into one another's, and together we walk to the front of the room where the officiate is standing under an arch of white and yellow roses.
"Friends," the presiding judge begins as the music fades, "we've come together today to witness the joining of the hearts and minds of two very special people.
I am honored to be ask to perform this ceremony. Stanley and Richard, there are going to be days when a dark cloud is going to try to infiltrate your lives, and it is our ardent wish that those days be few. But, here's a little free advice, as long as you are honest with each other, feeling free to express ideas and hurts, you will always find the light at the end of the tunnel. Be cautious what you say in anger, and never let hurts fester.
Now, who gives these two to join in love?
"It is with great pleasure," my father begins, "that we give our son, Stanley Michael Davis, who today wishes to publicly declare his love for Richard Allen Young, and to make this man his life partner. By doing this, his mother and I welcome Richard into our family, and as our son."
Once again, the waterworks start as my father makes this declaration. I give both of my parents a kiss, and Rich hugs them as my mother whispers in my ear, "We love you, son."
"On the day of their child's birth," Mr. Young starts, "a parent's only wish is that their child find happiness. Seeing the look in Stanley's eyes when he looks at my son, and the way that Richard looks at Stanley, it is clear that there is much love and trust. My wife and I agree that we have never seen Richard happier.
Our only regret is that there will be no grandchildren, but Carter told us earlier that Stan promised them there first born as soon as one of them gets pregnant." Laughter fills the room as Rich gives his father a shocked look; I give Carter a look that I will kill him later as Carter shrugs his shoulders. "So, that might be a mute point," Mr. Young continues.
"So, Rebecca and I are proud to be here today to welcome our newest son to our family, and gladly put the trust and care of our Richard into the hands of Stanley Allen Davis." Rich kisses both his parents, and then walks back to me, taking my hand. I hug and kiss my new mom and dad.
"Therefore, nothing in this world thrills us more than to present Richard Allen Young for matrimony to Stanley Michael Davis, and we pledge our love and support."
"I understand the two of you have written your vows, and wish to state them here today?" the judge asks. We nod our heads. "Richard?"
"Stan, I never knew what love could be until that lucky day that you walked into my life. You are the beginning and the end for me; the reason why I was born.
I dedicate my life to you. I promise to make you the center of my life, and to put nothing, or no one before us.
I promise to love you each and every day that the good Lord grants to us, and will hold this love even through death. I give to you all that I am, in good times and bad, in prosperity and diversity, forevermore." Tears are freely flowing from both our eyes as I listen to these vows of love from the man I love.
"Rich," I begin, my voice cracking. "I never believed in love at first sight, but I fell in love with you the moment I spied you from my car window that wonderful sunny day."
"Babe, it was cloudy," he smiles. A few chuckles could be heard in the background.
"Not for me. And I haven't had a cloudy day since I met you. This was all a new sensation for me. A total opposition to what I had ever known. Once I embraced these feelings, the deeper in love with you I fell. I never in my wildest imaginations thought that you would one day return my love.
There are a lot of things in this life that I'm not sure of, but you 're not one of them. Of you, I am definitely sure.
I promise to make each day a new beginning, for each of us. Everyday will be a fresh start, a new birth of the love that I have for you.
I promise to never make you want for anything; that every desire you may even contemplate be satisfied. I do this and vow this because your happiness is primary to me, and your happiness makes me happy.
I loved you then, and I love you now, and I vow I will love you more as each day passes, and I pledge my love to you always.
I am deeply honored and blessed that you have agreed to be my life partner, to walk beside me, to become one with me, and to share my life. I promise that I will never let you down. So, I give to you all that I am, in good times and bad, in prosperity and hardship, forevermore."
Rich turns to Nate, and I turn to Carter, and they give us our rings.
Taking my left hand, Rich removes my engagement band and slides on the matching platinum surround around it. Then he replaces it on my finger.
"This ring is the symbol of my oneness with you. It tells the world that I am yours and you are mine. It is not broken because the love I have for you cannot be broken." He kisses my finger.
I take Rich's left hand, and performs the same ritual with him. "This ring is the symbol of my oneness with you. It tells the world that I am yours and you are mine. It is not broken because the love I have for you cannot be broken." I, then, kiss his finger.
The judge begins, "I have performed hundreds of wedding ceremonies in my career, but I have never witnessed a truer love as I see in the eyes of these two men. So, it is with great pleasure that I pronounce you husband, and husband. And, as the document I will sign later will state, let me be the first to proclaim you now, Richard Allen Young-Davis and Stanley Michael Davis-Young. May you both live long, happy, and healthy lives.
Gentlemen, you may kiss your husband."
With tears in my eyes, I take Rich's face in my hands, and kiss him. It a kiss of completeness that we each feel, and our knees buckle from the effects.
Recovering somewhat, our foreheads together, we give each other a final peck as we turn and face our smiling audience.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the Young-Davis/Davis-Young family." Cheers and applause erupts as Rich and I stand momentarily holding hands, then we proceed down the aisle and out the door.