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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thanks again to all of you who've written about the story. Your comments mean a lot to me. This chapter isn't long, but it covers about five months of time in the lives of Gary, Matt, Mark, and Jamal. Enjoy!
WHEN LOVE COMES - PART 17
The sun was already high when I woke up the next morning. Matt was spooned up against my back, and I could feel his breath against the back of my head. I slipped out of bed, took my morning piss in the bathroom and, still naked, headed for the kitchen to start the coffee. I glanced into the living room and noticed the couch was empty. As many times as Jamal had stayed over at our house, he was never up before me so I figured Mark had scored when he left our room. The only question was what would happen this morning when the two of them woke up in the same bed? I didn't have to wait long for the answer.
I took my coffee out onto the deck and sat on one of the benches with my legs up on the bench and my back against the railing. It was a beautiful morning. I enjoyed the warm morning sunshine and the activities of the birds in the yard.
I heard some movement in the kitchen and looked up as a naked Mark came out the door with his own cup of coffee. He sat down in a chair next to me.
"Well?" I asked.
Mark just grinned from ear to ear. "Man, that was intense. I never imagined that being split wide open could be so much fun! I don't know which is sorer, my jaw or my butt."
He put his hand on my shoulder and gave it a brotherly squeeze. "You guys were right on! Jamal didn't think I had any real interest in him except as a friend. I took care of that false notion last night."
"How'd it go?"
"Well, after I left you guys, I just went into the living room and crawled onto the couch with him. He wasn't really sound asleep yet so he woke up right away and asked what I was doing. I told him that I'd always wanted him and gave him a big kiss. Jeez, can he kiss! Then he kind of got cold feet and pulled away so we ended up talking for an hour or so. Jamal said that he'd always thought I was cute, but he never moved on me 'cause I was Matt's brother and he assumed I was straight. We got done talking and just sort of moved up to the bedroom. I think we tried everything in one night! Right now I feel like my ass is never going to close again."
"Jamal's been pretty active," my concern rose. "You two were careful, weren't you?"
"Oh, yeah! Jamal's been real up front about that, and he was insistent that we use condoms at least for the next six months and after a clean blood test." He smiled slyly. "I had to come back downstairs and get more from your room."
"What? You mean you came back in last night?" I'm usually a light sleeper so the thought of Mark rummaging around in a drawer to find more rubbers without waking me up meant I must have really zonked.
"Sure," he smiled. "You guys were already done love making and were dead to the world. You wouldn't have heard a fire alarm next to your ear."
I sat up. "How many condoms did you use last night?"
He thought for a moment. "Six, I think. There's still a couple of unopened packet upstairs."
"Six?"
He grinned again. "Yeah, I couldn't decide if I wanted to be the top or the bottom. I found out that both are pretty neat."
I almost fell off the bench with that remark. "You mean Jamal let you fuck him?"
"Twice. Both of us got into virgin territory last night."
I thought of Jamal's big dick moving in and out of Mark's well-rounded rump caused my own dick to stir against my leg. Then the thought of Mark sticking it to Jamal caused even more movement and swelling. I got up from the bench and headed to the kitchen. "I gotta go get another cup of coffee!"
Mark laughed.
By the time I got to the coffee pot and poured another cup, my cock was starting to come under control. I looked up just as Jamal was coming down the stairs. Naturally, he was still naked since his clothes were still all out in the living room. His muscles moved under his dark skin, and his dick and balls swung from side to side as he came down the stairs.
At the same time Matt emerged from our bedroom stretching and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. "What's going on?" he yawned.
I handed him the full cup of coffee, gave him a peck on the cheek and headed for the bathroom to take my shower. "Your brother is a shameless slut," I called back over my shoulder as I closed the door.
I heard Matt mumble something and then Jamal's deep laughter. "Gary's just upset because he never got any off of me before Mark laid his claim."
I loved Matt with all of my heart, but I had to admit there was some truth in Jamal's joke.
Jamal and Mark's relationship heated up quickly. They spent about half the time out at our house and the other half in town at Jamal's apartment. Matt and I enjoyed the time to ourselves when Mark and Jamal stayed in town.
The rest of the summer passed quickly. Soon it was time for Mark and Jamal to start early practice for football. Just as I had predicted, the coaches were delighted with Mark as a walk-on player. He seemed to have a good shot to be at least the backup quarterback for the team. Naturally, Jamal was Mark's favorite target for passes. I guess they managed to keep their true relationship hidden from the rest of the team...or else most of the team didn't care.
Classes started back at the university in mid-August, and Matt started his new job as assistant football coach at the high school at the same time so our routine changed dramatically. We still took our morning jog, but right after our showers and a quick breakfast Matt and I left for our respective jobs.
Matt went to the high school and then to football practice after school. Most nights that fall he didn't get back home until 7:00 or 7:30 during the week. I taught my classes and worked in the lab. Most days I was able to get home and have a dinner ready for Matt. Sometimes we just met at one of the restaurants in town for a quick meal before heading home.
On Fridays Matt stayed in town for the football games. If it was a home game, I'd go back into town to watch. If the game was away, I just waited for Matt's return late in the evening.
Technically, and as far as the University was concerned, Mark lived with us, but in fact he spent most nights at Jamal's apartment in town. It was both more convenient because it was closer to the university and it gave Mark and Jamal more chances to be alone.
Matt and I went to all of the home games for the university. Mark used his family tickets so the two of us and Kevin Williams had wonderful seats for each game. Momma P. joined us at most of the games. I'm sure the four of us made a strange sight in the family section.
By mid season Mark was the starting quarterback for the team, and the team was winning every game. Mark was definitely the rising star of the team much the same way that Matt had been four years earlier.
The semester ended. Mark had excellent grades, and Jamal managed to graduate. Actually he had a 4.0 that semester. He claimed that it was because Mark made him study all of the time. Matt and I suspected it had more to do with the fact that Jamal wasn't out every night looking for sex.
We had a party for him out at the house. Lots of Mark's and Jamal's teammates showed up. There was a lot junk food and beer available. The hot tub also got a lot of use during the party, and even though it was early December and pretty cold outside most of the guys didn't bother to put any clothes back on when they came into the house after using the hot tub. By the end of the evening there were so many naked football jocks running around the house drinking beer that it looked like a keg party in a locker room! Of course I wasn't complaining. I just quietly nursed my beers and tried to be discrete when eying some of the more spectacular physical specimens who were parading around in the buff! There was a good bit of locker room grab ass and joking, and I noticed that a number of the "straight" jocks were sporting semi hard-ons.
Mark and Jamal moved around together during the party. Occasionally one of them would put a hand on the other's shoulder or sneak an arm around the other's waist. No one seemed to take offense at the display of physical affection between the two of them. It looked like all of the guys at the party that night had accepted Mark and Jamal's relationship. By the end of the evening Matt and I were holding hands. I was a little uncomfortable with that because some of the guys had been students in my classes, but I'd had enough beer that the normal inhibitions were removed. I also noticed at least three other pairs of guys who moved around like a couple.
The party broke up around two in the morning. Several of the guys were loaded enough that they stayed over night instead of risking the drive back into town. The next morning we made a big breakfast for everyone with multiple pots of coffee.
Everyone had cleared out by noon, and we had the house cleaned up by two. After that Jamal, Mark, Matt and I sat in the hot tub and talked about the next couple of months.
Jamal had accepted an assistant coach/recruiter position with the university football team. He would be doing a lot of traveling with the recruiting schedule which meant that he and Mark would be apart for most of the week, something that they were definitely not used to. Mark was trying to be "adult" about the situation, but everyone, including Jamal, could tell that it was bothering him. I figured that we would be seeing a lot more of Mark during the week than we had in the first semester, and I was right. It turned out that he spent most of that next semester with us instead of in town at Jamal's apartment like they had in the fall. Jamal was also concerned about the pro draft coming up in the spring. He wasn't sure that he wanted to turn pro since that would mean that he and Mark would be separated even more than with the recruiting job.
As much as Jamal was concerned about the spring semester, I think he was more concerned about the looming Christmas vacation. He wanted to be with Mark, but wasn't sure how to break the news to his mother without "letting the cat out of the bag" about the true nature of their relationship. He wasn't certain that he was ready to be completely out of the closet with his mom.
By the end of the afternoon, Jamal had decided that the time had come to tell his mom that he was gay and that Mark was his lover. Matt and I realized that Jamal's coming out to his mom would in effect "out" us as well, but we'd already faced that situation with my folks, and we really weren't trying to hide our relationship from anyone so it didn't mean a lot of potential change for us.
Jamal and his mom usually went up to Maryland for Christmas to visit family there. He was going to break the news to Momma P. as soon as they got back home. Mark would come to my parents with Matt and me. My mom was already expecting the three of us and was excited about having so many people to fuss over. It was planned that Mark would fly back to join Jamal right after he broke the news to his mom.
We didn't see much of Jamal and Mark the next couple of weeks. They went back into town, and stayed at Jamal's apartment. I think they spent most of the time in bed making love and reassuring one another that they had made the right decisions about their future.
Matt and I spent those two weeks enjoying our own privacy. Classes were still in session at the high school so Matt left every morning giving me some quiet time at the house to work on preparing for the spring semester's classes and work on a couple of papers for publication.
We all knew that the next few weeks and months would bring some tremendous changes into our lives. We just didn't know what else would happen...
(To be continued)