Introspection

Introspection 10

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Previously

It was almost at this moment that I realized that I wanted to make our relationship official and legal. Now was not the time to propose but I knew that I wanted to make that commitment to him. It made what was happening even more exciting.

I kissed him hard. I asked him how he wanted me. It was on my back, legs spread and to my chest so that he could see me and go in as deep as he could. He told me slowly in a lot of detail what he was going to do to me. He put a pillow under me. I was so turned on. I looked into his eyes and I could see that he felt the same way as I did about him. This was not a joyous romp but joyful lovemaking. He took his time, taking us both to the edge several times. My body was suffused with pleasure and my cock felt as if it would explode. I could tell from his rhythm that he was close and so I kissed him and reached around and let my finger slide up and down his crack stopping occasionally to let my finger circle his entrance. My other hand was making sure that I was keeping up to him as I stroked myself. I saw the look in his eyes and knew that noise in his throat. His increased tempo sent me over and for one of the few times we came together as my contractions took him over with me. The kiss lasted for quite a while after we finished physically.

"Paul, I ..." He was so emotional that he could not get out what he wanted to say.

"I know. I cannot imagine my life without you."

Present

By the next weekend Dad was his feisty self. Anne and Jason thanked us a lot for stepping in so fast and so well. Mom was coping well. I had a long talk with Dad about work, money and investments. Andrew joined us for the investment discussion. Not surprisingly, he really knew his stuff and gave Dad a lot of practical advice. I could tell that if we lived in the same city, Andrew would be his accountant and financial adviser. To my mother's delight, Dad agreed to start cutting back on his practice looking toward retirement. He certainly had made some good investments. He owned the office building his practice was in. It was worth in the millions. Andrew showed him how he could structure things for a very viable stable income and it was not a small income.

Our party the next weekend was all that I hoped it would be. We had warned everyone that it was a games night. There was a loud game of poker and an even louder group of euchre players. There was a very serious game of Monopoly with shouts of glee or dismay when players landed on owned property. The scrabble game was intense. The noisiest bunch were the computer war games players. Phil and Chris had become good friend as Chris helped Phil with some of his courses but they were brutal and very competitive in their play. Julie turned out to be a card shark. A few were just sitting and talking. I really enjoyed Stephen Bourgeois, the university professor, and Andrew had a long talk with Michael Burtchell, the forensic accountant, and Stephen's partner.

I saw Rob and Tony in a new light. They fitted right in with everyone. Why not? They were university friends with good jobs. Keith was great but I saw a big difference in Chris. Since coming out to us, he had developed a new self confidence. It was almost as if denial had held him back. At this party, he did not care who knew that he was with Keith. Jerry had come by himself. He was obviously relaxing and he had told me that the woman he had invited was out of the city on a business trip. He was one of the loudest at the Monopoly game.

And then there was my partner. He was charming, interesting and outgoing. I knew all of that but I had never seen him shine so brightly in a crowd. There were several times in the kitchen that we bumped each other lightly or touched hands. I had never had a reaction to anyone as I did to him.

It was James on his way out that said that this should be the first of many nights like this. The cries of agreement made me feel that my plan to expand our horizons was working.

When everyone had left, Phil made the first comment. "Guys, that was a great idea. Thanks so much for having us at it."

I looked at Phil. "I am going to say this one last time. You are family and Julie knows that she is welcome here at any time. It was everything that I hoped it would be." As I talked, I moved over to Andrew and put my arm on his shoulder. I could feel him melt into me. "Guys go to bed. We'll do the clean up."

Phil and Julie spoke at exactly the same time. "Forget that." "No way."

We enjoyed cleaning up discussing the people and the fun that we had had. Finally, the place was back to normal. The dishwasher was doing its job and the coffee was set to go on tomorrow. We said goodnight to Phil and Julie. Julie gave me a hug of thanks and then the surprise, so did Phil.

When we entered our room, Andrew turned around and held me at arms length looking at me with a mixture of love and lust. Something I loved. "Thank you for the wonderful idea and being there with me. I wanted to say it that night last week at your parent's home. I feel so complete when I am with you. This has been the best year of my life. Paul Watson, I love you more than I can even express. Come let me show you in a physical way." As that night at my parents, we kissed as I entered him, this time. I think that we tried almost every position in the book and touched every part of each others body. I stopped us once and told him to listen. We could hear, for the first time, Phil and Julie enjoying each other as much as we were. That just spurred us on until we were finally sated and in each others arms nuzzling each other until sleep claimed us.

Phil came in for breakfast and looked as if he was going to say something. I beat him to it. "Maybe, this time we give each other a pass?" All Phil could do was chuckle and made me promise not to say a word to Julie. It was hard but I kept the bargain.

March went by in a flash. A pleasant flash, especially another games night at James and Matt's. Suddenly April had come and my concert was at the end of the month. There are so many Spring concerts that our director decided to have it in late April to try to beat the rush. I had agreed to sing the solo in Some Enchanted Evening and he had agreed to help coach me in Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring that I wanted to sing at Andrew's Anglican Church. We had a choir score with a Soprano solo so I used it, singing in the tenor range. In late March, our director told me that he liked my Jesu, Joy so much that he asked me to sing it at as a solo in the first half. What is the expression, in for a penny in for a pound? In the week before the concert I approached him with an idea in my head.

"William, what would you say to a request about changing some pronouns in Some Enchanted?"

He gave me a puzzled look.

"I guess it will come out. Might as well make it sooner than later but a very special person to me is coming to the concert and I would like to change the 'her' to 'him' and 'she' to 'he'. I really feel that this song is for him from me."

I could see him playing with the lyrics in his head. He looked at me realizing what I was telling him. "You devil. I would never have guessed. You realize that you are going to disappoint almost every female in the choir and potentially some of the men?"

We both chuckled. "It would come out. As I told a business associate from France, I don't usually make an issue of it but I never deny it. This will be a first."

"Paul, how can I say no. I shall figure a way to warn the choir at the last moment. You sing most of the lyrics and a lot of their back up is humming." He stood looking at me with a look that was a mixture of surprise and admiration.

Mom and Dad arrived while I was at the dress rehearsal on Friday night and Andrew got them sorted at the boutique hotel that they liked. Little did I know that he was even busier than that.

I was confident as I waited in line for the choir to makes its entrance but nervous. But it was that good nervousness; I knew the pieces well and I would carry my music just for the comfort of having it. I cannot remember when I first heard Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring but it was a piece of music that could move me to tears. There is such a joy in the piece and such a wonderful message even if you do not accept all the tenets of the faith that it proclaims. I had decided that I would try to give it the joy and reverence that it deserved. This was a piece written in 1716 in German, translated into English and it still had the power to move me deeply almost 300 years later. It was just beautiful music.

I took my place on the risers and almost fell off. Beside Andrew were my parents, beside them were his parents and Phil and Julie. Behind them were Alexander, Barbara, Keith, Chris, Jerry, James and Matt. That did bring tears and joy to me. We sang well and suddenly, I was stepping from the risers taking my place in front of the audience. I held up my hand and expressed my thoughts about Bach and Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring. Midway through the piece in one of the piano interludes, I put my music down, stepped forward and sang to the audience, my friends and family of my feelings of love and joy. You don't get the chance very often in your life. I must have done OK. There was a huge smile on my mother's face and Andrew looked enchanted. There was loud applause.

At the end of the half time interval. William, our director, spoke. "Ladies and gentlemen in the piece Some Enchanted Evening the soloist will change some words. Just go with it and don't show surprise." There was mutterings of what was he talking about and questioning looks at me. I smiled and shrugged. The second half had livelier and more contemporary music. In general, the choir seemed to respond to it positively so there was really a fun, loose feeling.

Again I found myself standing in front of the audience. I looked at the audience. I put my music on the music stand. "I made a promise to someone special, a few months ago, that I would sing this as an entire piece to them. At the time, I had only learned the first two verses. Tonight is the night so here goes." I gave a big smile. I had decided to act it out and sing it like an opera interpreting the music with actions. The musical introduction started. Then I was on.

Some enchanted evening You may see a stranger, You may see a stranger Across a crowded room And somehow you know, You know even then That somewhere you'll see her (him) Again and again.

As I started, I scanned the audience as if I were scanning the room for a stranger until I came to Andrew, in he last lines of the first verse. I locked my eyes on him.

Some enchanted evening Someone may be laughin', You may hear her (him) laughin' Across a crowded room And night after night, As strange as it seems The sound of her (his) laughter Will sing in your dreams.

Who can explain it? Who can tell you why? Fools give you reasons, Wise men never try.

For those two verses, I scanned the audience explaining to them my feelings about him laughing and how strange it was to hear the laughing even in my dreams. I asked them to explain it to me and looked as if it was impossible to explain and why should we even try. Not even wise men.

Some enchanted evening When you find your true love, When you feel her (him) call you Across a crowded room, Then fly to her (his)side, And make her (him) your own Or all through your life you May dream all alone.

Once you have found her(him), Never let her (him) go. Once you have found her (him), Never let her (him) go

Then my head and eyes had locked on Andrew again. It was just he and I in the room, communicating with our eyes. In the last verse as I shook my head ever so slightly to 'never', I let my voice get softer but more intense, intimate, using the old choral adage that when you sing softly you can still sing with intensity until I was almost whispering the last words 'Never let him go'. The accompanist had agreed to follow my tempo and I went slower and slower. The music stopped and I stood absolutely still smiling with a closed mouth, looking at my guy. Then I broke the silence by looking at the audience with a little tip of my head and a soft smile. The clapping started as I walked back to my spot in the choir. Wow, even the choir was smiling and clapping. I got claps on the shoulders, my back, touches on the arms. William looked at me with a huge smile and signaled for me to step down for another bow. I heard 'encore' from somewhere in the audience. I held up my hand. They looked expectant. "Perhaps next year." I paused. "I'm Gonna Wash That Man Right Out of My Hair." The hearty laughing and clapping was a good antidote.

The rest of the concert was a blur. The reception was something else. I came down talking to choir members. When I stopped to look around, I saw Andrew literally across a crowded room. Our eyes met. He stopped talking to Julie and started to walk across the room. We are usually not demonstrative in mixed company and sometimes less, really is more. He walked slowly to me and held out his hands; we stood there looking at each other, smiling, holding hands. He put his arm on my shoulder. "Come on. They all want to talk to you. We'll have a serious conversation later. Nobody has ever done anything like that for me in my life. Glad to hear that I am someone special."

"You have no idea."

Mom, "Darling, you were wonderful. I feel so sorry for last year. I had no idea how deeply you felt. I am so proud of you."

Dad just gave me the biggest smile and hug. Jack looked at me. "I got it right didn't I? You really do like my son. You did us all proud tonight. Take down trees and bring the house down. Not bad." That was perhaps the wittiest comment of the night. But there was a more enigmatic one to come.

Alexander came over. He had that strange look on his face, that he sometimes has when he looks at me, when he came over to speak to me. "He runs one of our most successful projects. He takes down huge trees. He opens himself to the world in the most incredible way. Paul, I have not been moved that way by both your interpretations in a long time. Would you and Andrew come for dinner next week, very informal BBQ at our house, just the two of you, Sunday, 5:30?" I told him I thought it was a great idea but that I would have to check with Andrew. It was OK and we were on for that night.

I had something very special and very different planned for Friday night and Saturday. I managed to keep our schedule clear with the excuse that we were going to Alexander's Sunday night and we had a lot to do.

I made my plans during the week and left work early on Friday to prepare everything. I told Andrew that we were going out for dinner that night and that it was a surprise. I chose the restaurant that we had gone to on that Saturday night a year ago after I had officially split with Peter and we had made contact and had been moving slowly with each other.

"I remember this place. We came here on that Saturday night after we started to officially date each other."

"Oh, you are right. Stupid me. I knew that I knew this place. The food is good and it is kind of nice to be back here with all those memories."

We ate and talked about work and the year that had passed since we were here. It was clear that he was getting quite nostalgic. The meal was over and I had ordered some sparkling wine to go with dessert.

I looked down at his hand and saw his ring sparkling in the candle light. I reached over and grasped his hand with the ring with my left hand. The rings were sparkling together. "I gave you that ring as a Christmas present, good friends. How would you like to make that ring have even more meaning?"

"Oh shit, you are doing it again. A step ahead of me."

"Actually, I proposed to you on Saturday night in song or at least, made my feelings very clear." I gave him a cheeky smile. "Would you?"

He grabbed my hand tightly. "Yes, you name the time and place. I want to jump over the table and kiss you."

I raised my wine glass."To you and us. Let's go so that we can do anything that we want."

So we sat looking at each other, drinking our wine with more toasts to each other. It felt so comfortable and right..

We were in the car. "Where are we going?"

"You'll see."

As I made the turn towards the underground parking.

"The Suites!"

I just nodded.

As we took the elevator up, I handed him the key.

"Is it the same room?" I nodded. We approached the room. I remembered that first time when we had both turned off our phones and abandoned our partners who had only had thoughts for themselves. We were almost nervous and like kids unsure of what to do next and then the second time when we had been dating chastely and were hungry for each other, my timetable of going slowly shot to hell.

Now we were going in, a year later to celebrate the decision to really make our life together public and cement our relationship. I had seen Peter at clubs a few times over the year but he avoided me and I just let it be. Several times I thought about how much chance plays such a part in our lives. In my case, I couldn't be more satisfied.

I had brought some flowers to the room, a few candles and our favorite scotch. The candles flickered as we sipped and reminisced about the year. I could see our rings sparkling in the light. That led to gentle touching and soft kisses. It became obvious that both of us were responding. We both had on boxers that night and they didn't hide anything very well. We approached each other as I had sung last Saturday softly but intensely. Once we shed our clothes, there was not a part of our bodies that we did not touch from head to toe and especially in between.

It turned out that both of us wanted the same thing and so we decided that when we needed to back off, we would cool off and switch. It turned out to be very sensual. We also both realized that we were alone; we did not have to hold back on what we said or the volume. I enjoyed talking to him telling him what I was doing and what I was going to do to him. He responded often very vocally and loudly. Andrew had just agreed to marry me. It was passionate.

I had told Phil that we would be gone until late Saturday afternoon or evening. When he asked what was up, I just told him that I had something special planned for Andrew. When we arrived back home on Saturday, Phil took one look at us realizing how happy and content we were and just shook his head in mock disgust. "You two are disgustingly happy. Get a room."

"We did!" The look on Phil's face was worth the price of the room. Then I quickly explained what we had done. He had a really lovely smile on his face as I finished but I did not mention the marriage proposal.

We arrived at Alexander's the next day with a bottle of wine and some very good pastries that we had bought at our favourite patisserie. We were given a tour of the downstairs and proceeded out to the patio and garden. As they showed us around the downstairs I had seen the picture of a young man in his early 20s on one of the side tables. Like the inside, the outside and the garden were beautiful and it turned out that it was the love of Barbara's life and Alexander did all the stone work and building himself.

We had talked about gardening and the house for a while. I was curious about the picture; Alexander had never mentioned children. I asked him about the picture.

His look changed. He became reflective and more sombre. "That is David, our son." Before I could say anything he continued. "He died in an automobile accident when he was 21, ten years ago."

Oh, shit, that made him around my age. "Alexander, I am so sorry. I had no idea."

"It is OK now. It took us a long time and it almost cost us our marriage but we have pulled through and are the stronger for it now. There are still times when I miss him so much but ... I have come to terms with it."

I remembered my feelings about my father back in the winter. This must have been devastating. We talked about David for a while and then Alexander changed the subject by starting the BBQ and serving a fresh round of drinks. The rest of the night passed very well. I felt so at home with the two of them. It was clear that Andrew too enjoyed the evening and was shocked when I told him the story later.

As we were leaving, Alexander looked at the two of us. "We are going to the cottage next weekend and wondered if you were free and would like to join us for Saturday and Sunday. It is lovely at this time of the year and at this point the weather forecast is good. I know that you probably have family commitments on the May 24th weekend."

"Could we help open it up with you? We are both experts in that."

Barbara spoke up. "That is not why we asked you and he is going to say no. But I know that there are some jobs that 4 extra hands would be very helpful. Once we get the canoes out, you can go off on our beautiful lake. By the way, the cottage is very basic. We never wanted to make it into one of those city homes on the lake. We do have basic indoor plumbing but no dishwasher and no satellite TV. We read, watch a movie on the TV from our iPad. Could be very dull."

We looked at each other and graciously accepted. "Do you play cards?"

Barbara, "We love euchre."

"You are definitely on. So not dull at all. We always bring lunch when we go to a cottage. Not negotiable."

There was wonderful smile on both their faces but there was something else as well. Hard to pin down. Early in the week, Alexander gave me times, phone number and printed directions to the cottage. It was only an hour and 20 minutes from the city so we agreed to arrive at 11 before lunch.

The team was working well and the project with France was well on its way. It looked as if a late June trip over to France for some of our team would be in order. Andrew had tied up any loose ends at work. We were ready to go on Friday night. We had bought all the food that we needed for lunch and some good wines. I included a good bottle of scotch that I intended to leave for the Alexander for his use at the cottage. We went to the club for a good evening with the guys. We didn't share our plans for the weekend as Keith and Chris were there and I just felt somehow this should just be kept between us and the Greys.

We arrived just after 11 on a glorious spring day. The cottage was rustic but exactly what I liked. It had the necessary things: a deck, a screened in porch and a dock. Oh and the most magnificent view down to the lake and the lapping water. Our praise of the cottage was as effusive as Barbara and Alexander's was for the food and drink that we had brought.

We had a delicious lunch. Naturally, we provided it. Ah, modesty. We received a lot of praise for it. The conversation was easy and fun. We pressed Barbara for what needed done after lunch. It was simple. Get the canoes and paddle boat down and at least one canoe and paddle boat to the lake. It did not take a lot of time. We helped, despite protests from Alexander, with the clean up in the yard that is always needed after winter.

Finally they insisted that we take some time to relax. We headed down to the dock for a canoe ride. I was feeling so relaxed and at peace that I lay down on the dock with my eyes closed and just soaked in the spring sun as the water lapped against the dock. Pure joy! I felt a drop of water on my face. I brushed it off. Seconds later a bigger drop fell. I opened my eyes to see a hand with a can turned to let drips fall on me.

"You bugger." I yelled as I reached up to grab Andrew's hand. Big mistake. I hit the can and the very cold water splashed all over my neck and chest. "Damn, that is cold. You shit." I was up in a flash and he was off even faster. He had a head start but I was determined. I caught him after a couple of circuits of the lawn. I suddenly heard laughter and cheering from the deck. By this time, we were laughing like kids as I had him pinned to the ground. I looked up at the deck. "He has been naughty. How should I punished him?" I heard Barbara above everyone else. "A little smack and then a little makeup kiss." She said it as you might talk to a small child. I took her advice.

As we walked back to the dock. "I liked it. The punishment."

"Pervert."

"Yeah!"

The canoe showed how truly beautiful the lake was. Supper showed what wonderful hosts and people the Greys were. Euchre showed how competitive we all were. Barbara and I just beat the other team by a few points. What a sweet win. Lights out in our bedroom showed how quietly we could make love with passion.

On Sunday morning after breakfast, Andrew was helping Barbara with some things outside and Alexander asked me to come and sit on the deck with him. For the umpteenth time, I commented on how beautiful and serene the setting and view were. Alexander seemed to have something on his mind so I just stopped talking and enjoyed the ambiance

"Paul, I have been pondering how to say this to you for weeks." Was there a problem with my work? Surely this would not be the way to tell me. Damn it, that little touch of insecurity was always there. I tried hard not let it show on my face. "You asked me about the picture of my son." He paused reflecting. There was a little sadness in his face. "You and he would be about the same age." He paused again, obviously getting his emotions under control. "Paul, I shall just say it. You are a lot of what I hoped that he would become when he reached your age. Every time I look at you, I see him. No don't look alarmed. It has done me so much good to be with you. I have a proposition for you." Now he looked determined. "I would like to give you some of my shares and make you my junior partner in the firm. I have watched you grow in the last years into a natural leader and a fine young man with good judgment. Barbara has the same feelings toward you and Andrew. We know that you have parents that you love and respect. Having met them, I realize why you are both such fine young men. I know that I can never have that relationship but I want you close."

I was beyond speechless. This explained all the unexplained looks that he gave me. I finally stammered. "Alexander, I, I, I don't know what to say."

"I hope that is not a no." He smiled. "Think about the offer. In addition, we want to offer you the use of the cottage when you want it, even if we are not here. You can bring friends or just relax. I have seen how much you both love the outdoors and this place and I know that you would respect it."

My mind was racing, a thousand thoughts a minute. "Alexander, I am overwhelmed. Can we talk sometime next week about the ramifications of this and about how you see the future of the company. My immediate reaction on one very important issue concerns the shares. You used the word give. I assume that you mean separate the shares and sell them to me at market value." I looked at him.

"I actually meant give. Do you have a problem with that?"

"Yes, I must pay for the shares." He looked questioningly at me as if I were insane. "I want every decision that I make at work to be based on the fact that that it is my money invested in the company. Not a free gift." I guess I said it as if, like us bringing the lunch, it was not negotiable.

"You confirm my confidence in you at every turn. We shall talk next week. I think maybe lunch for a planning session and continued in a room the restaurant will give me. I know just the spot. I want to be away from work. How about Tuesday?"

"Good. It will give me time to think and have the team ready for my absence."

"You and Andrew act a little differently this weekend as you did last Sunday night. Everything is going well I take it?"

I thought quickly. This man had just told me that I was like a son to him and had been prepared to give me shares in the company. "Can I tell you something that you cannot repeat, except to Barbara?" He frowned but nodded yes. "We had a very special weekend last week. Supper out at a significant restaurant followed by a night at a hotel that had special meaning for us. I suggested that the rings that we gave each other as Christmas presents take on a more significant meaning." I held up my left hand. He was a smart man and he broke out into a huge smile and mouthed 'and'. "No date set but we are considering before we go to France in June or late August, September. No one but you, Andrew and I know."

"I am privileged and honoured. " He stood up and came over and gave me a huge hug, much like I am sure my father will do when we tell them on the May 24th weekend. The big question was would I have a big hug from my mother. We had already decided to tell them after breakfast or lunch on the Monday before we left. I did not want a repeat of last year's Labour Day weekend.

We stayed until the late afternoon just canoeing, walking, chatting, reading, drinking a bit of wine. Cottage life. It was a very warm parting.

We had driven for a while when Andrew looked at me. "You seem a little pensive. You and Alexander had what looked like a serious talk."

"Serious? Me, I was speechless and overwhelmed. He offered to give me shares in the company to make me his junior partner. Then he told me that we were free to use the cottage by ourselves or with friends even if they were not there."

"Was there a reason for this?"

I explained about the son and their reaction to Andrew and me.

"That explains it. Barbara gave me a complete tour of the cottage and sheds showing me where everything was. No wonder EVEN YOU were left speechless."

I turned my head and sure enough, a wicked little grin. My reaction? "Bite me."

"Now if that were in marriage ceremony, I would even promise to honour and obey."

We both started to chuckle. I explained my position on the shares. He understood. It looked as both of us would have a little debt but we could work around it.

We had our Tuesday meeting and came to a mutually acceptable agreement on the price of the shares. We shared a lot of ideas about the company. We also decided for the present to keep the arrangement between ourselves. I would slowly take on more leadership roles over the months and years. As we walked into the office, I commented that he was now 'boss'. "Thanks Mr. Grey. I think that pretty well sums up where we stand on the French contract."

"Yes good meeting. I am pleased with the progress on all fronts."

I told Andrew that night all the details of the meeting with Alexander. We talked and then he, with a little smirk, "On another topic. Still want to get married?" I gave him my look. "I would like to suggest June before we go to France. If we decide now, we could tell everyone the dates when we meet your family this week and mine next weekend."

"I suppose that you have more suggestions from the look on your face. I have one request. I would like to have our marriage blessed in your parent's church." He looked so pleased at my request.

We had a great discussion holding hands. We picked a tentative date in June subject to a lot of consultations. We decided to tell Andrew's parents sooner rather than later. We were both free to take the next afternoon and and the following morning off to go to Andrew's parents, check dates and talk to the minister at their church. Andrew phoned the next morning to get an appointment for early on the morning when we were leaving.

We decided on a civil ceremony on Friday afternoon with just family and few friends and then a big bash on Friday night with a cast of thousands. Free booze for the first hour and then a cash bar. We would attend the Sunday service and have a small blessing ceremony after the service or when the minister wanted it. Easy. Yeah, my head reeled at all the hurdles and the organization of coordinating it so quickly. Just over a month away.

I realized how important Alexander was becoming to me. I asked for a brief meeting with him on Wednesday morning. It seemed so right to tell him the details and to invite him to the civil ceremony, the Friday night bash and the blessing on Sunday. I think his eyes were a bit moist by the time I had finished. He was free and he said that he knew that Barbara would be delighted to attend everything that I had outlined. We left the city at 3:30 to arrive at Andrew's just after supper. We had warned them that we were coming and Janice had a lovey meal ready.

After supper, "Mom and Dad, we have some news. Paul? "We wanted you to know that I have been asked to be a junior partner in my firm. I shall be doing what Andrew did, buying shares in the company." There were congratulations and I received lots of nice comments. "Oh, another small thing, I proposed to your son and he accepted." For seconds, there was silence finally broken by Janice sniffling and then by Jack standing up and giving first his son and then me a huge bear hug.

Jack, looking at me, "I always think of you as my son, now you will be. I can't say welcome to the family because you have been part of it for a year now. Great news."

We outlined our plans; Janice was beside herself with joy. We chatted and talked for an hour over drinks. Jack had bought some really nice scotch and he was actually enjoying it with us. Big move for a beer drinker. Early the next morning, we had an hour long talk with the minister and Janice. He remembered that I was singing a solo at the Sunday morning service after the May 24th weekend. He outlined the churches official position on celebrating same sex marriages but explained the wiggle room he had, especially as we would already be married. His mind was obviously thinking fast at the meeting. He suggested a little ceremony in the early afternoon with just family and a few friends that were invited. He said it was a wonderful challenge and that he would work something out that would use some of the liturgy and make it meaningful for everyone. In particular, he wanted to involve both our parents.

Then it was back to work. I told my staff that I had an emergency meeting for family reasons at Andrew's parents home and got caught up on the last day. Everything had worked like clock work.

Phil just shook his head when we told him where we had been and why. His only comment was that he would have to waste a June weekend which would just be giving Julie ideas. He added his sarcastic thanks. Then he gave both us a great smile and a big hug. That had me thinking of Anne and her reaction. I thought that maybe I should I should give her advanced warning before I told Mum and Dad.

We had brought our usual lunch stuff and had a great lunch out on the porch with my family. I told them about Alexander's proposal and everyone was very congratulatory. Dad in particular beamed with satisfaction and pride. I was really glad to notice that he had lost a bit of weight and was exercising and eating a very healthy diet. It had been a wake up call for all of us.

I knew that I was tense on Monday morning at breakfast. As we got up to take plates into the kitchen. I asked Anne to go for a little walk with me. She looked at me and I just said that I wanted to chat.

"Sis, I don't want to blindside you but I have more news that I am going to break to Mum and Dad before we leave." She frowned and shrugged her shoulders looking at me expectantly."Andrew and I are going to get married." I paused to see first the frown of surprise and then the brilliant smile of pleasure for us. "In June." I gave her the reason and the proposed date.

With a big smile, "You guys don't fool around."

With a bigger smile, "Sure we do. A lot." I got a swat on the shoulder for that.

"Thanks for the consideration. Jason and I have talked about it. I know our relationship is strong. We haven't felt the need. Let's talk later. I guess I have been the one not pushing the issue."

Lunch was finished. It was time. "Mum and Dad, Andrew wants to tell you something."

He smiled but muttered something under his breath. I think I heard 'you bugger'. "Your son made a proposal to me last week." He paused. I was looking at Mum intently. She looked as if she didn't understand. "I accepted his PROPOSAL. Our rings have taken on a new meaning." He held up his left hand.

I watched my mother's face slowly change from the frown of not understanding, to her eyes opening wider, to a smile of joy slowly spreading from her lips over her entire face. She stood up. "Come here you two." She held put her arms and embraced us both giving each of us a kiss. My heart leaped.

Dad. "My turn." He gave me the hug I had expected. Tight and hard. "What wonderful news. I now have a daughter and three sons." Then Andrew received the same hug with a whispered welcome to the family. I noticed a lovely smile pass between Jason and Anne at Dad's three sons comment. Good for Dad. There was excited talk from then until we left. Dates and arrangements were all approved. All the major players were available. Mum was more than happy especially when she realized that we could never have a blessing in her church; I think that I saw the wheel turning in her head.

Home in our place, alone, as Phil had a few weeks off before his summer courses started and he had gone. Not before some tough reassurances. We had spent some time assuring him that we would be in and out all summer and that we hoped that Julie would come for some of the summer. We insisted that he stay the summer and all terms until he was finished. I, for one, enjoyed having him.

But tonight, alone. I think that with all the pressure and things over the last two weeks that we knew that tonight would be something special. We were so right. After unpacking, we collapsed on the couch beside each other.

Andrew took the lead. "I am so happy. I realize now that marriage is something set apart. You were so right it is a public comment that living together just doesn't say. I am so glad that we are sharing it with everyone."

"I have always thought that marriage was really a family and community celebration and should be celebrated that way. Thanks so much for wanting to do it that way."

"I am a little nervous but I want to make that commitment in public. To you."

Andrew turned and gave me a gentle kiss. It always fascinates me how a kiss can change. We each started to open the others shirt as we kissed and the gentle stroking of our bare chests caused the kiss to turn more urgent and passionate. Tongues became involved and Andrew knew that sometimes just the gentle touching of the tip of his tongue to mine, could drive me wild. That is what it did this time. In minutes, I was almost breathless and moaning and making sharp little noises in my throat.

Shirts were off and pants open. I had Andrew's shorts down so that his cock was sticking out pulsing slightly. "Lover, I just love seeing you like that, with you pulsing. I can see and feel your need for more." I used my finger tips just gently fingering the tip and then up and down the side. He was beginning to leak. My finger touched the glistening liquid and then I put my finger in my mouth. It didn't have a lot of taste but it was Andrew and somehow it was just so goddamn sexy to do that.

When he did the same to me, I could not stop moving and sighing. Actually, I think I was swearing. He looked at me. "I bet you would like my tongue to circle the head, lick you clean and then take that big, hard cock all the way down my throat?" I nodded my head yes and I must have had an almost pleading look. He smiled. "Say please."

"Please. Lover, take me so that I can feel that tongue and hot mouth send electricity through my body." As he did it, I had my hand on his head and started a rhythm giving myself pleasure from his mouth. He was good. I think I was crooning as he sucked me as I moved him up and down to my needs.

Finally, I stopped him, muttering, too close. I forced him to stand in front of me and took the remainder of his clothing off. Then I just sat there looking at his red, straining erection. "Lover it is perfect. I love the way it curves up. It looks like a sculpture." It was moving slowly to his pulse and other small movements. I smiled. "Maybe not just a sculpture but a piece of installation art." I blew on it. I flicked it with my tongue. Thank god, Phil was not around. Andrew made a lot of noise.

"Please don't just look. Take me." When I suddenly took him all the way down, he yelled a lot of curses. When I finally stood stroking myself, I looked at him with a questioning look. I ask him what he wanted. He was short and to the point. "Take me."

I ordered him to stay standing while I went to get some lube. He was still standing straight and tall when I came back. What a magnificent sight. His beautiful, defined, slender body with his sculptured erection standing upright from his body. I stroked my self looking at him with complete love and lust.

I rimmed him. I raked his back lightly with fingernails. He was finally obviously in overload. I sat on the couch beside him. I looked at him with lust, glazed eyes. "I need to see you, to kiss you, to touch you." He stood up, leaned over and put lube on me. Then he straddled my legs positioning himself over me. I could feel his entrance and I let him decide when and how fast. What an incredible feeling. I could feel the tightness and hotness as I entered him and as he slowly slid down until he was sitting on my legs. I could feel him contracting as his body fitted around me. Hot, tight and throbbing. I stopped him from moving. I stroked him. I sucked and bit his nipples. I ran my hands through his chest hair. I could tell that he could not stay still any longer and I used my hands to guide him up and let him set his own rhythm.

I stopped him once when we were too close. Oh the kisses and touches allowed us to relax a bit but only stoked us for the finale. When it came it was a like freight train for me but he came first from my hard, quick strokes. The first pulse hit my chest. I was totally in lust and I used my fingers of my other hand to grab the white liquid and feed it to myself and then to kiss him. His contractions set me off. I could feel the tingling start in my thighs and groin and suddenly the contractions were shooting as much as I could ever shoot. The sensations were amazing with every nerve firing. As we both finished and looked at each other amazed at the intensity of our love, we smiled recognizing the crazy, incredible, physical joy that we had had.

We just kissed gently and held each other in amazement. I finally softened and came out with a flood of semen onto my legs. We looked at my legs as he sat back. He said it all. "Messy and wonderful, lover."

I couldn't help myself. It was so intense. "Let's get married every few months if this is the effect."

"From the looks of it, we can do it no matter what the cause is. Paul, thank you, thank you, thank you."

"Andrew, you have changed my world."

We went to bed. No clean up. Just our naked bodies wet and messy, pressed against each other in harmony.

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