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NINE
Peter's first new catering client was a well-established immigration attorney in Santa Monica; the event was an engagement party with a traditional tea-party menu for about twenty guests. Five types of finger sandwiches: (smoked salmon; egg salad; chicken salad; cucumber and watercress; beef tartare with triple cheese); three salads: (antipasto; Caesar; three-bean); cold veggies: (grilled asparagus; haricots verts; sweet and sour carrots; grilled zucchini and yellow squash); petit fours: (red velvet; carrot, ginger and black walnut; lemon; double chocolate); and of course champagne.
At promptly 2 PM on the third Saturday in April, the Reverend Dr. Paul Reyes-Philmont pinged his champagne glass to get everyone's attention. He began "Ladies and gentlemen, friends and family, I am delighted and honored to have been asked by Mario and Peter to introduce them and to be present at the beginning of a long and beautiful journey. Peter, Mario, if you will both please come and stand here with me."
The two gorgeous men, dressed in matching British-tan summer suits with blue oxford cloth button-down dress shirts, Peter wearing his dark green alma mater necktie from Sacramento State University, and Mario wearing his maroon alma mater necktie from University of Southern California Law School, stood on either side of the minister. With their arms around Paul Reyes-Philmont's back and holding hands, Peter and Mario could not stop staring at each other and smiling.
"As you know, life is full of surprising turns, and each of us here has experienced many forks in the road on our individual journeys. What we get to participate in today is a new journey for Peter and Mario, as they announce their engagement, and six months from today we invite you to be here when they take their vows as husbands, so please join me in a toast to the happy couple." He raised his champagne glass, and there was a cheer and applause from the small crowd.
Peter's father stood and walked to the front and took the place of the minister and said, "I'm kinda glad to see ya'll here but I want to tell you I am really not happy. There are two things that are bugging me." Peter frowned: what in Hell was his Dad up to?
"First off," the sturdy and stocky guy from Sacramento said, "I am wearing a brand-new suit `cause my wife said I had to get one for Peter, and you can be guaranteed I will only be in it again in six months although I would much rather be in my usual denims and sweatshirt." There was a loud laugh from the audience; Peter sighed deeply.
"Second," and he raised his champagne glass, "I would much rather have a glass of PBR in my hand than this." Another loud cheer from the crowd of family and friends; Mario laughed the loudest. Peter could barely breathe.
"But I want ya'll to know, I am so proud of this kid," at which point David Schilling choked up and got quiet for a moment. Peter had his arm around his father's back and squeezed him; Dave continued "It's been a long time since I've seen him this happy and thank God I got to see this in person, and thank you, Mario, for the happiness you have brought to our family."
A cheer rose from the crowd as everyone stood and clapped; Dave and Peter hugged tightly, and then Dave gave Mario a hug as well. Peter's mother, Marilyn walked up to them and hugged Mario and then Peter, and finally Dave as well, wiping a tear from her eye.
Peter's teenage nephew and niece came over to the couple towed by their mother, Peter's sister Elizabeth, and Mario could see in the nephew what a gorgeous twink Peter must have been as a 17-year old. The children congratulated them, and shook hands with Mario, and the nephew asked Mario "Do I have to call you `Uncle' now?"
Mario and Peter laughed, and Mario responded, "You can call me anything you want, as long as it is clean." The niece giggled, and Elizabeth grinned; she and Peter had a long hug, and she whispered something in Peter's ear which made him blush. Drew, Peter's brother, came up to them, and shook hands with Mario, pulling him aside.
"I need to tell you something that Peter is not aware of as yet, and maybe you can prepare him."
Mario was immediately on edge, and Drew continued "Dad has had a couple of doctor visits that have not been good news. He has a serious heart situation; he may not make it another year. We are thinking that it might be a good time for a family reunion, if you guys can arrange a trip up north to Sacramento."
Mario agreed to handle the details with Peter, and thanked Drew for relying upon him. He also told Drew "Thanks for having your beautiful family here, and thanks for my beautiful fiancé; I am truly blessed."
Drew just nodded and smiled, returning to sit with his parents.
Millions of hugs and smiles and slaps on the back and kisses later, after all of the family photos had been made and all of the friends had finished all of the champagne and the food, Peter's crew had cleaned the house and packed up the catering van as Peter and Mario were waving goodbye to the last guests. Ross and Joaquin, Stuart and Raj, and Carlos were the last to leave, and Mario told Peter he was exhausted and just wanted to slip into something comfortable in bed.
"Could I be that something comfortable?" joked Peter.
"You are always my first choice of comforts" laughed Mario, and they began undressing while heading to the bedroom. In minutes, a very hard cock was slipped into Peter Schilling, and he was on his knees on the end of the king-size bed begging to be fucked. Mario truly and completely and fully accommodated him, fulfilling his every wish. His orgasm was strong and long and heavy, making Mario gasp out loud "Oh God oh God ohgodohgodohgod." They collapsed into the bed and were asleep in seconds.
Mario awoke in the morning and reached across the bed for Peter and found his space empty. He grabbed his robe and shuffled out to the kitchen, smelling hot coffee, and found his gorgeous fiancé reading the Sunday LA Times on the patio. It was a typical Pacific coast spring morning: a light breeze and humid with low banks of clouds offshore threatening a shower later, but bright sunshine for the moment. Mario kissed Peter and said "Good morning Love. Did you sleep well?"
"No. I needed a lot more of that special sleep medicine of yours. I woke up a couple of times to get some, but you would not wake up."
"Special sleep medicine?" Mario asked.
"Yes, your hard cock pumping loads of cum into my ass" Peter replied.
"Well, I would provide that for you right now, but it might make you sleepy" laughed Mario. Peter kissed him, and they lay side by side on the chaise, relaxing with coffee and enjoying the calm and quiet morning.
"Any plans for today?" Peter asked.
"Yes, actually; you might not know that I paint sometimes, a little, and today I want to paint you."
Peter gasped; "Will it be a nude?"
"Of course."
By noon, Peter was nude, erect, and trying to relax on the chaise, and Mario had sketched an outline of his gorgeous fiancé's body; they picked up everything and ran into the house to escape the first shower of rain that had been threatening all morning. Peter decided to fix a warming Irish stew for their dinner, since the day had turned cold.
Mario told him that he wanted to take Peter on a trip up north and explore the country where Peter had grown up. Peter said, "Yeah sure, I know what you are up to."
"What's that?" Mario asked.
"Drew spoke to you about Dad, didn't he?"
"Yes. I was not sure what you were aware of; I wanted to find the right time and the right way to prepare you for it."
"Well, I have already spoken to Mom and Elizabeth, and they have a party planned for Dad's 75th birthday so maybe we can fly up to Sacramento for a day or two then. What do you think?"
"I think I would go anywhere with Peter Schilling."
"You are a goof. I love you. So, I will ask my new PA whom you insisted I hire, to make the arrangements."
"Good" Mario said; "can we take 5 minutes while we are there to go say hello to some old friends of mine? Paul Campbell and his husband David Branson live on a farm outside of Sacramento. They are the only Mormons I know who are worth talking to."
Peter smiled. "Do you mean the Paul Campbell who is a lawyer and his husband David Branson who is the chief economist for the San Francisco Federal Reserve Bank, who have two beautiful kids? That Paul Campbell?"
"What the Hell? Do you know them? Mario was stunned.
"We are cousins. My mother's maiden name is Campbell. She and Paul's father are siblings."
"Wow. So you are a Mormon also?"
Peter sighed. "Not exactly. My mother left the church a couple of years after she married my Dad. So, none of us- I mean me, Drew, and Elizabeth- have been baptized. You are aware that Mormons baptize their kids when they are eight years old?"
"No, I did not know that. So, you have never participated in the church?"
"That's right. I have attended a few church services of course, when it was required for family gatherings, like for my grandparents' funerals, and Paul's Dad's funeral. But other than that, no, I have not been a practicing Mormon."
"Were Elizabeth's two kids baptized as Mormons?"
"Nope. Free and clear."
"Huh." Mario seemed slightly puzzled for a moment. He continued "By the way, what happened to the new maître d' you had on staff? I did not see him at the engagement party." Peter laughed:
"I did some background checking and found out he was a first cousin of Devon Tracey, so I fired him, and he is now on the street looking for new lives to screw with. He had been passing information to Devon daily, behind my back. I also found out that one of the waiters had been helping him gather information on you and me, so that punk is gone also."
"That's too bad; but I'm sure you did the right thing."
Peter went on: "On a different topic, I want to say to you, although I am not very good with words like you, thank you for allowing me into your life. I was lost, and adrift, and was doing nothing more than sleeping and going to work every day. You changed all of that. When you had me cater that party when we had our first kiss, I knew from the address on the contract that something big was going to happen."
"How did you know?"
"I just knew; there was something that just kept pushing me forward. I don't know."
Mario smiled; he said, "The French philosopher Blaise Pascal once said, `the heart understands things the mind will never know' or something like that."
"See! You do the words thing. I love that about you" Peter chuckled.
A few minutes of companionable silence passed, and then Peter said "On that same idea, I want to try to learn to love you so deeply that nothing can ever interrupt the flow of happiness in our lives. I never want something like Devon Tracey to come onto our horizon ever again."
Mario said, in a slow and measured tone, "Peter, my love, you are beautiful in every way. You are a gorgeous man, you have a marvelous cock and you know how to use it, you have a great brain and despite your reticence to admit that you know how to use words you are very good at expressing ideas, and you are a marvelous and talented and creative chef and caterer. You are curious about all of life. I do not know, and I will never ask you, what sadness and evil may have been injected into your life in the past from your prior lovers, but it is my duty and my goal to clear away all of those cobwebs and bring us both forward on a new path. I may cause you grief or pain from time to time, but it will always be because of my human frailty, not because of something I am doing deliberately to hurt you."
Peter stood and kissed Mario, a long and deeply satisfying kiss, one that drew feelings from deep within his soul. He said "Those lovers did cause me some pain; it took a long time and a little bit of therapy to get through it, but I am glad I am here on the other side of that mountain, with you. Neil was perhaps the worst of the two: physical abuse, not just mental and emotional abuse. Through my therapist I was able to learn that it was probably based in Neil's own horrible childhood, resulting in his alcoholism. Neil was a `functioning alcoholic'; he used his fists to express his anger."
Mario could not say anything; he wanted to cry, and he wanted to punish Neil, whoever that was, but he knew he would be better off just giving Peter a firm foundation to rely upon for the rest of his life. He was silent for a long moment.
"There is one other thing: sex."
"I love it" Mario laughed.
"Yes, I know, and believe me, making love with you is amazing. I have had chances to compare you to lovers, and Babe, you are ten thousand miles above and beyond anyone I have ever been with. But,,,"
"Hmm?" Mario was now very curious.
"I want to know if I am enough for you. I mean, you and Mason had some pretty incredible sex parties in the past, and I was wondering..."
Mario smiled and sighed. "Babe, sex is just a form of communication. When used appropriately between lovers, it communicates all of the emotions that need to be expressed between us. Sometimes it says I need you, sometimes it says I want you, sometimes it says I'm just horny, sometimes it says I know you are horny and need me and want me and need to be cared for and caressed. Sometimes we give ourselves to each other even if we are not in the mood or are too tired or just not ready, but we do it anyway because that is what lovers do for each other."
Mario continued "So, to answer the question I think you are implying, no, I do not need anyone except you. I do not need any more sex parties. I do not need any one-night-stands, although there have been a few. I just need Peter Schilling and a whole lot of Peter Schilling; I just need to be held and cuddled and caressed and loved and fucked and kissed."
"You make sex sound so serious" Peter laughed.
"Come here and I will show you how serious it is" Mario shot back. They were in bed in minutes, in a 69-pose, with Mario furiously tonguing Peter's asshole, while his long Argentine cock was being sucked. Peter was moaning and shaking from the rimming he was getting, and soon pulled off of his lover's cock and said, "I need your cock in my ass right now."
With Mario on his back, Peter grabbed the lube and stroked Mario's cock, and then his own asshole, and slowly lowered himself onto the waiting member. He was electrically charged, his whole body glowing from the emotions as well as the cascade of sexual excitement and the pure love that was pumping inside of him- the pumping of his heart and the pumping of Mario's hard cock in his ass. Peter came quickly, shooting gobs of cum on Mario's chin and chest and stomach.
"I hope you are not through, because I need that cock in my ass right now" Mario growled. They flipped over, and Peter, astonished that he did not need the usual half-hour for recovery, was still hard and shoved his cock into the eager lawyer under him. Face down on the sheets, Mario spread his legs and begged Peter to enter him; he had shoved two pillows under his crotch in order to elevate his asshole for better access, and Peter was soon settled into a rhythm that made Mario moan loudly.
"Fuck.....oh yeah.....fuck.....yeah.....oh fuck yeah.....oh Babe.....fuck...harder...now....FUCK FUCK FUCK ME!!!" Peter was sure they would get a noise complaint from the neighbors.
Peter rammed it home, and his cock erupted in another massive orgasm, with Mario shaking from receiving the hot load. Peter slowly pulled out, and kneeling between Mario's legs, licked his wet asshole to catch some of the dripping cum. Mario struggled to turn over, and jacked himself off, cumming all over his own stomach. They lay on the bed with the sheets completely twisted up beneath them, and cum dripping down both of them.
True to his comment of the morning, Peter woke Mario twice in the night to get fucked again. "I'm going to be late for the office" Mario said.
"Are you complaining?" Peter asked.
"Fuck no" was the grunted response.
His receptionist in the front lobby of the law firm merely raised her eyebrows when Mario sauntered in two hours late at 10AM, with a bouncy step and a bright smile. At the Monday afternoon partner's meeting, Mario noticed smirks from all three of his partners, Tommy, Ted, and Berniece. He decided he did not need to explain anything; he would merely feel sorry for them that they did not have what he had found with Peter.
He had not stopped thinking about Peter all day; he could not keep his mind focused on his cases, and finally excused himself an hour early and headed for home. Driving north out of Santa Monica, he called Peter on his cell phone, and was answered by a very cheerful voice: "Babe, I have been thinking of you all day. How was work?" Peter asked.
"Peter, I could not stop thinking about you, and I could not concentrate on my cases, so I actually left early. I am hard right now hearing your voice; I can't wait to see you. Do you want me to stop and get sushi or something for dinner?"
"Can't we just live on love?" Peter laughed.
"Nope. A growing boy like you needs to keep up his strength so he can fulfill that amazing schedule you demonstrated last night. And by the way if we are going to do that every night, I might need to get to bed a lot earlier" Mario grinned.
The two lovers spent the next three weeks fucking every night: it was a routine that started with a kiss at the front door, followed by one or the other dropping to his knees in the entry hall and sucking the life out of a very hard cock, usually with either Mario or Peter backed up against the front door. That progressed to the bedroom or the chaise on the patio or the sofa in the great room, depending entirely on the mood, and usually culminating in a flip- fuck where two assholes got filled with cock and cum.
Peter remarked one afternoon "Do you know why this is so amazing?"
"Why Babe?"
"Because Neil used sex as a punishment; if I ever displeased him he would not have sex. Besides, he was a very selfish lover."
"What do you mean?"
"We never had sex the way I wanted; he would never do anything I wanted to do sexually. I had to be the bottom all of the time, but you know I can give as well as I take."
"You certainly can, and that's why I love you."
"Fuck me."
"As you wish." They both giggled.
Three weeks later, after spending two days rafting the whitewater stretches of the American River, exploring Sutter's Fort, viewing the gold mining exhibit in the state capitol, and a quick jaunt through the Crocker art gallery, all over-shadowed by Dave Schilling's ill health, Peter was leaning on Mario's shoulder on the flight south to LAX.
"Sam wants to know if he can spend the summer with us. He is graduating high school in four more weeks."
"Sure, why not? What does he plan on doing for the summer?"
"He wants to work for me on the catering staff as a waiter and dishwasher. And we should plan on going to his graduation ceremony."
"OK, just have your PA call my PA, and arrange it."
"That sounds so Hollywood." They both laughed.
Peter's nephew Sam Stephenson, the gorgeous twink who had attended the engagement party with his mother Elizabeth, was one of the outstanding graduates at Santa Rosa High School; he was certainly the best looking, thought Mario. Better banish any pedophilic thoughts before I get in trouble, he mused to himself.
Peter had a very crowded catering calendar, and they could not stay overnight, but flew to San Francisco in the morning and then back to LAX late that same night. Sam was scheduled to fly down to stay with them in the Malibu beach house in another week.
Sam moved into the apartment over the garage, the same rooms that Carlos had used when he was first `adopted' by Mason and Mario years earlier. Mario was quietly amused and glad for that development; he did not want Sam to be made to feel uncomfortable with their sexual noises; they were a pretty noisy couple of lovers.
Sam fit in well with the catering staff; there did not seem to be any jealousy from the existing staff. Sam conducted himself humbly and took orders and instructions well; he asked a lot of questions of the other staff members. One of the waiters offered to teach Sam how to surf; although Sam and Elizabeth and his sister Jeanette lived near the coast, the extreme cold water of northern California discouraged him.
Sam had been admitted to Sacramento State University, Peter's alma mater. For some reason, Sam wanted to be close to his grandparents, even though he would be staying in a dormitory for the first school year.
Mario's case load was as heavy as ever; he seemed to be the only immigration attorney in Los Angeles county, or so it seemed some days. The firm's senior partner, Ted, had decided to retire, and Tommy would take over as the senior partner, and asked Mario to become the managing partner of the firm. The extra work was heavy enough to discourage Mario from taking on any extra clients, and he had to give up his attendance at occasional law conferences across the country as a result. Berniece had become the county bar association president, and her work load was even bigger than Mario's, or so she liked to brag.
Peter was almost never home, with the staggering response to the grand opening of the catering business in the new facility. His event calendar had doubled for the summer; he had to buy a new catering van to accommodate all of the business. He was running to weddings, bar mitzvahs, fiftieth wedding anniversary parties, birthday parties, high school and college graduation parties, and once in a while the after-party for some Hollywood celebrity or rock star as well as real estate agencies. Sam was wide-eyed at all of the famous names he got to rub elbows with; in actuality being a waiter for a caterer was probably the lowest rung of the ladder for Hollywood people, but Sam loved it. In between parties, he spent a lot of time on the water learning to surf, and his physique had changed some, Peter noticed.
"Have you taken a look at Sam lately" Peter asked Mario one night after a long day for both of them.
"No, why? Was I supposed to notice something? Is something wrong?"
"No, nothing is wrong, in fact everything is right, that kid is going to be a total heart-breaker. He has started to really fill out, he has muscles, and he is cuter than ever. And his time out on the water surfing has bleached his hair." Peter was pretty proud.
Mario chuckled: "You sound like a proud dad, or maybe like a pedophile, I can't tell..."
"Oh Hell" Peter laughed. "I only fucked a 15-year old once, and that was when I was 15 years old." They both laughed.
"Do you think Sam is gay?" Mario asked.
"No, I don't think so, but you never know. His father is a big bear PBR kind of guy, like my Dad, so any kind of male influence for Sam has been pretty dominantly straight."
"So, speaking of straight people and gay people, I know this gay couple, and they are getting married soon, and they would like us to attend their wedding." Mario was smiling.
Peter was confused: "Who?" he asked.
"Us! Sheesh!" Mario was almost doubled over laughing.
"Oh yeah! Oh my God that is coming up, isn't it! Have we sent out the invitations?"
"Peter, calm down, we still have three and a half months. Is that enough time to hire an orchestra, and a caterer, and a minister, and draw up a guest list?"
"Just barely; you can't believe the stress these bridezillas put everyone through. There truly is a lot to think about."
"Then let's keep it simple. I want to have fun, and I just want to say, `I do', and jump your bones, and have a couple friends and family over, and run away for a week. Can we do it that way? Simple? I don't want to freak out like that guy in Sex and the City" Mario was imploring.
"Well, OK. Let's think about this: a small wedding here at home, just friends and family, say limited to one hundred guests, no orchestra, no sit-down meal, just finger foods, business suits not tuxedos. What do you think?"
"One hundred? Do we know that many people?
"Probably. Who will be your best man?"
Peter said, "I have already asked my brother Drew, so who is yours?"
"I'm going to ask Stuart. He has always been such a rock. I really love that guy."
"More than me?"
"Shut up and kiss me." Lying in bed, they kissed, and held each other.
"And Sam as the ring bearer and Jeanette as the flower girl?"
"Of course. You are so twisted,"