Zack and Jay

Zack and Jay

Chapter 6

Author: Lone Wolf

When the song ends; I say to Jay, "Take your shirt off." He does; but looks at me funny. I hand him Shawn and tell him, "Take his sleeper off him and hold him, I'll be right back."

I go and get my tripod, camera and its remote so I can take pictures of us. I take my shirt off and I set two of the chairs from the kitchen table in a corner of the living room. I set up my tripod and adjust the camera so I can see the two chairs in the digital display. I have Jay sit in one and have him hold Shawn sitting on his inside leg; I sit in the other and move it closer to him. And slide Shawn over a bit so he is sitting on both of our legs. I hide my hand down by my side and push the button on the remote; the camera flashes. I adjust our position slightly and take a few more shots.

I have Jay lie on the coach and lay Shawn on his chest so he is looking towards the camera. And take a few pictures of them. I switch places with Jay and have him take a few pictures of Shawn and me. When were done I hook my camera up to my computer and download the pictures. Jay is standing there watching and once they're loaded I bring each one up so it fills the whole screen, and we watch the slide show.

"God, you are really good with a camera. I can't believe it only took you about fifteen minutes to take all these shots. And they look awesome. What are you thinking about doing?" He asks me.

"I'm thinking about, maybe painting a family portrait of us. I wanted to do one of the two of us together in the nude, but now I don't think that would be a good idea. I really don't want to have to explain why two naked guys are holding a baby in a painting." I tell him smiling.

"Well, actually I was hoping one of these days, you would paint me the way you painted Josh. I really love that painting, and I know that you love it almost as much as you loved him. Maybe when you get it done we can hang them side by side over our bed." Jay says.

"No, I think when I do yours it will hang over our bed by itself, and I'll put Josh's in the spare bedroom once we get everything situated and make that my studio. I can't explain it. I just like having it by me when I paint. God, I wish I had the computer program Mom designed for me here at school. I could easily crop, cut and paste these photos together and make an awesome collage." I explain to him.

"What program?" He asks me.

"You didn't notice it on my computer at home? There is a shortcut on the desk top for it; it looks like a Polaroid camera with a picture coming out of it." I explain to him.

"Yeah, I remember that icon and wondered what it was for but never clicked on it to see what it would do. What does it do?" He asks.

"It's a photo shop program. I can crop a photo and you can't tell it has been cropped; you can click on a person in a picture and remove them from the photo completely. The program will simulate what it thinks the blank spot would look like as if the person was never there. You can cut someone's head off their body and add someone else's head and adjust the skin tone to match perfectly. You can change the direction the light appears to be coming from. Remove red eye, alter the color, and even make the picture black and white. Just about anything you want to do or could possibly imagine that you wanted to do to a picture." I explain to him.

"Well, why didn't you have your mom install it on this computer before you brought it to school?" He asks.

"Jay, think about it. You remember how Professor Richards reacted to my first painting, the one of your eyes?" He nods is head. "How do you think Professor Avery would react if she knew I had access to a program that could do half of what Mom's does? I'd be using a thirty-five mm camera and have to pay someone to develop the pictures for me. There would be no way in hell she'd let me use a digital camera." I tell him.

"Yeah, I guess you're right." He says.

I stand up from my computer and notice Shawn has gone back to sleep in Jay's arms. I lean over and give him a light kiss on his forehead, "I love you, little man!" I whisper to him and Jay carefully puts his sleeper back on and takes him back to bed. "Are you hungry?" I ask Jay when he returns.

"Actually, yes, I'm starving." He replies.

"Why didn't you say something? I would have made us dinner before."

"I don't know; I was enjoying the quiet time on the coach listening to the music with you. Then you wanted to start taking pictures and I didn't have the heart to tell you I was hungry. You get into your work once you get started and I knew it would just be better to let you take the pictures and then we can make dinner together. You don't have to do all the cooking, I know my way around a kitchen too, remember?" He says smiling at me.

We make dinner, together and eat. I spend a little time setting up my studio in the third bedroom. And start a family portrait from printouts of the pictures I'd taken earlier. At about eleven we head to bed, classes begin in the morning.

At two a.m. I'm awakened by Shawn crying, I can hear him through the baby monitor that we had taken from Shawn and Sue's house. I get up and head into his bedroom to get him; I make him a bottle of powdered formula and sit down in the chair to feed him. He sucks on the bottle for a few minutes. The next thing I know Jay is shaking me awake. "What?" I ask him confused.

"You fell asleep feeding him." He replies.

I look down and see that Shawn has drank the entire bottle and has gone back to sleep. "What time is it?" I ask Jay.

"It's three-thirty." He says.

"Shit, I can't believe I fell asleep for an hour and a half. Let me change his diaper and I'll be right back to bed." I tell him. I take Shawn back to his room, carefully change his diaper and as I'm placing him back into his crib; he opens his eyes and looks at me. I don't have the heart to leave him there alone so I take him to our bed.

As I lay him down on the bed next to Jay, he says, "What's this?"

"He woke up and I didn't have the heart to leave him in there by himself. Why, do you have a problem sharing your bed with a little beautiful baby?" I ask him.

"No, as long as it doesn't become a habit; I've heard how hard it can be on some people and the child to stop a child sleeping in their parent's bed if it goes on to long." He says.

"Ok, Doctor Phil, once in a while isn't going to hurt him. And I promise I won't make a habit of it. He's just so damn cute I can't help it." I respond.

"Dr. Phil? You just remember that the next time you want psychological advice." He jokes with me.

I laugh and ask, "Who was the last one to help whom?"

"Alright point taken, now can we get some more sleep?"

"Go back to sleep, or you're going to be crabby in the morning. I love you."

"I love you, too." He says and rolls over and goes back to sleep. I lie there and watch Shawn sleep in the dim light coming in from the hall; we are leaving the bathroom light on until we get comfortable in our new surroundings. I eventually fall back to sleep, too.

Jay leaves early in the morning for his first class. I still have Monday mornings open even though I'm no longer meeting with Phil. Around nine o'clock there is a knock on the door. I open it and find Gary standing there. I give him a hug and invite him in. "How did you find us?" I ask him.

"Dan told me what happened and I called the Admin Building this morning to find out where you guys were living. I am sorry about Jay's brother. How are you two doing?" He asks.

"Jay's better now that were back here, it was hard for him at first. Then we found out about Shawn and he wanted so bad to help his brother he hasn't let himself truly mourn. But, we're settling in. It's really hard getting use to the idea of having a baby around." I tell him as Shawn starts crying. "Want to meet him?" I ask.

"I'd love to." He says. So I show him into Shawn's room and pick him up out of his crib. He stops crying as soon as I pick him up.

"Do you want to hold him?" I ask.

"May I?" He asks.

"Of course!" I reply and hand him Shawn. We walk back out into the living room and he sits in one of the chairs. I go make a bottle for him to give to Shawn. As he is feeding him; I ask, "How was everything at home over vacation?"

"Thanks to you, it was even better than winter break. I have my family back. How can I ever thank you, and repay you for what you did?" He says with tears in his eyes.

"Gary, I told you before, you don't have to repay me, and you've already thanked me about a million times. You don't have to do anything." I tell him.

"Ok. Did you hear? Chris is back at school." He says with a smile on his face; cheering up instantly.

"No; we didn't hear that. We got back on Friday and had a lot to do around here. We haven't been out all weekend. So how is he doing?" I ask.

"Great, all the visible scars are healed. It will take a long time for the invisible ones to heal though. That's actually why I stopped by, he wants to meet you. I was wondering if the four of us could get together. Maybe, have dinner tonight? If you and Jay don't have anything planned. Chris and I could bring over some Chinese if you want?"

"Yeah, we can have dinner tonight. I would like the opportunity to get to know him." I tell him. He is finished giving Shawn his bottle, so I get up and take him and burp him. We walk back down the hall to his bedroom and I change and dress him, and get him ready to go to daycare. It is almost time for me to be getting to class, so Gary and I head out, going our separate ways. I drop Shawn off at daycare and go to my class. I spend the day wondering what Chris is like, and what he looks like; remembering the last time I saw him, covered in blood, bruises and cuts.

Finally, it's time for dinner. Gary and Chris show up right on time. I answer the door and greet Gary, as Chris is standing behind him I can't see him at first. Gary stands off to the side to introduce us and my jaw drops open. 'Oh my God, he looks just like Josh, a little older, but... Oh, my God' I think to myself.

"Zack Miller, I'd like you to meet Chris Watson." Gary says. I hardly hear him; I just stand there and stare at Chris. Gary asks, "Zack are you alright, you look like you just saw a ghost?"

Just then Jay walks up next to me and lightly shakes me bringing me back to my senses. "What's wrong?" He asks me.

I shake my head to try to clear it. "I'm sorry; it's just that you look so much like someone I use to know. Chris it's nice to finally meet you." I tell him.

Chris asks, "You mean Josh Fuller, don't you?"

"Alright, what the fuck is going on? How do you know Josh Fuller?" I ask confused.

"Can we come in? I'll explain everything." He says calmly.

Jay moves me aside so they can enter the apartment, and we take seats in the living room; Jay and I on the couch, Gary in one chair, and Chris in the other closest to the couch. Then he starts, "I'm not sure if you know or not, but Josh was adopted when he was a baby." He pauses.

"Yes, he told me once, but wouldn't talk much about it. He said his birthparents had abandoned him, and felt that Lisa and Tim were his real mom and dad. He didn't need anything more. That's about all I know." I tell him.

"Well, there is more to it than that. His adopted parents and mine were told that the baby they received was left at a hospital and the birthparents were never found. That part is true, but they left out the fact that Josh and I are identical twins. I've always wanted to try and find my birthparents to at least find out why they had left me. Why they felt they couldn't raise me. My parents gave me all the information they had, and I was able to find the police records that were filed that day and found out which hospital we had been dropped off at. That's how I found out I was a twin. It said it right there in the hospital records and police reports. They had done DNA testing and other blood work on us before the adoptions; the adoption agency never telling either family about the other baby. I was able to track down the adoption of my twin through the adoption agency, as we were over eighteen the records were no longer sealed, and last week I discovered his identity and that he was dead. I wanted to at least know something about him, so I found the Fuller's number in an online phonebook and called them. Explained everything to them, they were so shocked about what happened. But, they were able to tell me all about him, and how he had been gay, and you. They don't know that I'm the guy you helped last fall, but I'd like to tell them. I wanted to talk to you, to meet you, to tell you everything, before I told them. He was raised in Pennsylvania as you know; I was raised in Arizona where we were born." He finished with tears running down his cheeks.

"Oh, my God, he died never knowing he had a brother!" I cried. Jay held me, Chris came to me kneeled down in front of me and held me. After what seemed like hours, I finally managed to say, "It truly is a small world. I can't believe I couldn't save his life when he needed me, but I was able to save the life of the brother he never knew he had." I was crying again, not tears of sorrow or pain or suffering, tears of joy. I had helped my first love live on, by saving his brother's life, his identical twin's life.

We finally move to the kitchen to eat, needless to say the food had to be warmed back up. We talk most of the night about Josh, and Chris; me getting to know him, and Chris and Gary getting to know Josh through me. It is a long happy walk down memory lane. At about three a.m. Chris and Gary go back to their dorm, Jay and I go to bed. Just before falling asleep he asks me, "Are you going to be alright with this?"

"Yeah, I think so. Sometimes when I was talking to him it was like I was talking to Josh, but then he would say or do something and I knew he wasn't Josh. He looks just like him, but acts so different. Yeah, I'll be alright." I tell him. We kiss good night and fall asleep.

Over the next month Chris, Gary, Jay and I spend a lot of time together getting to know each other better. We have dinner at our place just about every night. Saturdays Gary and I go to Karate in the morning, and then teach our self-defense class in the afternoon. We still haven't made it through the entire waiting list; there is about one hundred people left on it. And we get about ten more signing up every week. At this rate we'll have to have the classes next year, too. The money really helps Jay and I, Gary and I are making four hundred, each, a week for a three hour class of twenty people. It pays for groceries, diapers and formula for Shawn. I don't know how we would buy that stuff with out the money.

On Friday we receive a packet of papers from the lawyer handling Shawn and Sue's estate and read them over. He explains there was an estate auction and everything that was left including the house had been sold. The packet gave a detailed description of each item and what it sold for. When everything was said and done, after the lawyer and auctioneer fees had been taken out, we had two hundred and forty eight thousand dollars. It explained where the money was being held and how to access it to have it moved to a bank closer to us.

First thing Monday morning we take the papers that we need for the transfer and go to the bank on campus. We open a checking account in both our names and sign the paperwork to transfer the money. We are told that it will take about two days to receive it. We set it up so that forty-eight thousand was put into the checking account, and the rest was put into CDs for now. That way if something came up the money was still available.

Once the money is here the first thing we do is pay my parents back for everything that they had bought for our apartment. They don't want to take the money, but we insist. We tell them that we appreciate the help, but wouldn't expect them to pay our way.

Jay's birthday is coming up and I want to do something special for him. I use some of the pictures I've taken of him, in a couple I had him pose the same way I had Josh pose for his portrait, and paint his portrait. I finish it in no time at all; I could paint him all day every day. I also manage to get the family portrait of us done too and take them to a local hobbyist to have them framed. I get them back Friday morning; Jay's birthday. I skip my last class of the day; go to the grocery store so I can make his favorite dinner; steak and homemade French fries and mixed vegetables. I pick Shawn up from daycare and head back to the apartment to set up a surprise birthday party; just the three of us.

I set the portraits on easels in the living room so he'll see them as soon as he walks in the door. I start making an angle food cake and have it in the oven when I hear Jay come in. I move over to the kitchen doorway so I can see him. He is standing in the living room looking back and forth between the paintings, smiling and I think crying at the same time; but I'm to far away to be sure. "Happy Birthday!" I say.

"Zack, they're beautiful, I love them both." He comes to me and I now see he is crying; tears of joy, happiness, love.

I kiss him very passionately and slide my hand from the side of his face, down his chest and tight abs to his crotch, and gently squeeze him. "Later, I'm going to make this a birthday to remember." I tell him.

"I can't wait!" He says, and I can feel his cock growing.

We pull apart and I tell him, "I love you, more and more every day."

"I love you, too." He says. We head back into the kitchen and I make him his birthday dinner; his steak cooked medium rare, mine rare. I tell everybody when cooking my steak, 'just walk the cow past the fire and cut me off a hunk.'

As we eat he asks me, "Zack, can I ask you something?"

"You can ask me anything." I tell him.

"I know you love me, but are you 'in' love with me?" He asks.

"Jay, you don't know? God, yes, I couldn't imagine my life without you, and now Shawn, in it. I love you and I'm in love with you." I reply, wondering where this is going.

"I want us to adopt Shawn, and raise him as our son. I don't want to raise him as my nephew. I love him as if he were mine," he pauses thinking, then adds, "ours." He says looking into my eyes; trying to read my soul, my love, and my very essence.

"I want the same thing, but I couldn't do that unless we are married. I believe two people should be married if they are going to have children together." I reply, I could hear the love in my voice, and hoped he could too.

"I thought you would say that." He says as he gets up from his chair and gets down on one knee by my side. I turn slightly in my chair and look down into his eyes as he takes hold of both of my hands. Then asks, "Zack Miller would you do me the honor of marrying me?"

I start crying as soon as he says my name, I knew what was coming and couldn't wait for him to finish so I could answer him, "Yes; Oh God, Yes! When?"

"I was thinking, how does June sound?" He says.

"This June; as in two months?" He nods his head. "Yes!"

He raises up to me and I lean down to him and we kiss. We explore each others mouths with our tongues; he slides his hand up to the side of my face and holds me while kissing me, more and more passionately. I want him now; I feel so much love for this man I've only known for about eight months. It feels like we've been lovers for ever.

He slowly draws away from me and stands still holding on to my right hand. He removes my Claddagh ring from it and reaches for my left hand; he slides it on to my ring finger. The heart pointing down my hand away from my heart, meaning I am engaged. I do the same to him. We kiss again with even more passion; I can feel the burning in my groin. If we don't get to the bedroom soon, there won't be any need to; I'll take him right there on the kitchen floor. Hell, maybe the table.

Just then Shawn starts crying, Jay goes to get him. I make a bottle and start cleaning up the kitchen. The whole time my cock is rock hard and leaking pre-cum. I feel my dick rubbing against the fabric of my boxer briefs with every move. If I don't make love to Jay soon, I won't need to I think to myself. Jay has finished feeding Shawn and has him changed; he is sitting in one of the chairs in the living room when I'm finished in the kitchen. I walk over and sit on the arm of the chair; lean down and give Shawn a kiss on his forehead. Then give his 'daddy' another passionate kiss and whisper in his ear, "Hurry up and get him back to sleep, so we can celebrate. I'll be in our room waiting." I tell him.

I walk into our room, sit on the bed and wait for Jay, about ten minutes later he finally comes in. I get up and walk to him. We kiss again, and as we are kissing I undo his jeans and push them down; he steps out of them. I break our kiss just long enough to remove the sweatshirt he is wearing and to slide his underwear off. We start kissing again as he undoes my jeans and pushes them down. He removes my shirt and underwear and we move to the bed. I tell him to lie down and relax; I want to please him tonight. He does as I command. I move onto the bed and kneel between his legs and take his rock hard twelve inch cock in my hand, and lightly roll his balls with the other. He must have been really turned on before to, because I can see pre-cum all over his crotch. I slowly start licking his sweet nectar up trying to find every last drop. The whole time playing with his cock and balls; I finally take his cock in my hot mouth and he moans as soon as my lips touch him. I suck his cock into my mouth and swallow his huge member, my nose planted in his short hairs. I can smell his sweet pre-cum and his natural masculine scent. I think I could stay like this forever. As I rise up his cock I run my tongue quickly back and forth across the sensitive underside of his cock; he moans again. I swirl my tongue around the flange of his head as I reach the top; then lick into his slit, trying to lick all of his pre-cum out that I can. After a while of sucking him, I raise his legs up and have him hang onto them and rim his asshole. As my tongue flicks across it the first time, it puckers and he gasps. I slowly work my tongue inside him and fuck him with it until he begs me to make love to him.

I slowly lick my way up to his balls and suck each one into my mouth and roll it around with my tongue. Then move back to his cock, it is soaked in his pre-cum, I lick it and his pubes clean. Then I slowly lick my way up his abs and chest, sucking on each nipple when I come to it. I don't miss any spot of his hairless stomach and chest. I move up to his shoulder and kiss and lick my way up his neck to his ear and over to his mouth were I kiss him. He parts his lips and we tongue wrestle as I slowly push my cock into his waiting hole; using my saliva I had left there as lube. I feel him open and except my entire cock; his ass feels so hot, I almost cum as I bury my cock in him. I pull out some and stay still letting the feeling pass. After a few minutes of us kissing I can finally start to make love to him. I push in until I feel his prostate with the tip of my cock, and grind into it. He moans loudly and sucks on my tongue hard. I very slowly make love to him, taking about a minute to fully pull my nine inch cock out then slide it back in. I gradually pick up the pace and make sure to crush my cock into his prostate with each stroke into his hot ass. He is moaning with each slow penetration I make into him.

I break our kiss and lean back so I can look down at his cock, he has leaked a puddle of pre-cum all over the top of his abs. I pull out and move down just enough so I can lick it all up. Holding some in my mouth, I move back up and seal my mouth over his. He licks every last drop of his pre-cum out of my mouth. While he is doing this a slide my cock back home. I am so filled with lust, I don't take my time. I drive my cock home with fiery, fucking his hot hole for everything I'm worth. It doesn't take long for me to cum. I drop load after load into his ass; I have know idea how many times I shoot, but it was the best cum I have ever had.

When I recover enough to move; I pull out of him, and slowly move back down to his cock. I again lick a puddle of pre-cum off his stomach and then start sucking on his cock. I deep throat his massive member and on the fifth time down he shoots; one, two, three, four... eight times; moaning loudly and thrashing his head from side to side. Some how I manage to swallow every drop of his massive load; I don't want to waist any of it. I keep milking his cock sucking every last drop of his seed from it until he pulls it away from me whispering, "Stop please, it's too sensitive."

I move back up to him and kiss him again, then say "Happy Birthday! I love you."

"I love you, too. That was mind blowing; I thought you were going to make me cum just by fucking me with your tongue. That was awesome; I never realized how that could make a guy feel. And this is a birthday I will remember for the rest of my life. You have made me the happiest guy on earth." Spent and exhausted from the love making we fall asleep in each others arms.

The next morning we decide to drive to my parent's house to tell them. We pack a bag for the two of us and another about the same size for Shawn. I can't believe everything we'll need for someone so small for two days; bottles, purified distilled water, formula, diapers, clothes, etc.

When we pull into the driveway, my parents come out to greet us. "What's wrong, why are you guys here?" They ask as soon as we open our doors.

"Nothings wrong, we have something to tell you and didn't want to do it over the phone. We will have to call Jay's parents to tell them, but you guys are close enough we just thought we would come let you know face to face." I tell them, giving them both hugs.

"What is it?" They both ask at the same time.

"Mom, Dad, Jay and I are engaged. He asked me to marry him last night, and I said yes." I said with a huge smile on my face. As I am talking their faces light up and my mom just about knocks me over as she runs to me and hugs me. Dad hugs Jay, then they switch places and Dad hugs me, Mom hugs Jay. I get Shawn out of the backseat of my car and Jay and Dad get our bags from the trunk.

Once inside Mom says, "We've converted your old studio into a nursery for when you guys are here. That way you won't have to have Shawn in bed with you."

"Yeah, that's another thing we need to tell you; we're going to adopt him and raise him as our son." Jay says.

Another round of hugs from my parents, now Mom is crying. We spend the night with them celebrating; calling Jay's parents to let them know, they are ecstatic. And head back to school in the morning.

Over the last month of school we plan our wedding. We can't have it in a church for obvious reasons, Jay being Catholic and me a Christian, so my parents say we can have it in their back yard. They will fly Jay's parents out and put them up in a hotel for the week. We set the date for June 15th and Dad asks a judge friend of his if he will do the ceremony. He joyfully agrees; as he has known me my whole life.

Finally the last day of school is here and we get our grades; neither of us looking at them this time. We meet up at our apartment and exchange grades; letting the other look at them first. Jay has finished the semester with a 3.8 giving him a 3.5 for the year. I look at him after I finish with his and he is just sitting there looking at each slip over and over, "What's wrong?" I ask him.

"I don't know how you managed it with everything that happened to us this year, your self-defense class and all. But you finished the semester with a 4.0. Zack your freshman year at Harvard you have a GPA of 3.98, how the hell did you do it?" He asks.

"I'm studying what I love, and living with the man I love; that's how." I respond.

The school has already informed us that we do not have to remove our belongings from the apartment, they can be left there. So we back up some clothes and everything we will need for Shawn. And on Saturday morning make the drive to my parents. When we get there we give our grades to my parents and watch Mom's face as she flips threw mine. Her smile gets bigger and bigger as she turns from grade to grade. With tears running down her cheeks she moves toward me and pulls me into a hug and whispers in my ear, "A perfect 4.0, I'm so proud of you."

Now she has me crying, "Thanks Mom, that really means a lot."

She finally hands my grades to Dad and he quickly flips through them, I think he already knows my grade just from Mom's reaction. "I'm very proud of you Zack. I never had the opportunity to go to college, but I'm glad you did. And I know that you will make me even prouder when you are out of school and doing what you love." He pulls me into a loving embrace that can only be shared with a father and a son, and holds me for a few minutes before releasing me.

I notice a lone tear run down his cheek; this is the first time in my life I have ever seen my father cry. Even after his mother died of a stroke and his father of an apart broken heart two months later; I never saw him cry. It makes me cry even harder. He wipes the tear from his face as he is turning away from me; I grab him and pull him into another hug and tell him, "Thank you, you have no idea how that makes me feel. I love you."

"I love you too, son." He says as he pulls away from me, more tears flowing down his face. Jay finally gets a chance to show my parents his grades and they both hug him too. Telling him they are proud of him and they love him. Dad says after hugging Jay, "Enough of this emotional bullshit. Let's celebrate." He pulls a huge package of steaks out of the fridge and Mom takes Shawn from his carrier car seat and holds him.

Jay and I take our bags up to 'our' room and put our stuff away. Then head down the hall to my old studio. Mom went over board as usual; she had the whole room painted light blue. There are colorful cartoon characters painted on the wall, the crib, changing table, dresser and rocking chair look to have cost a small fortune. She even bought him some clothes; a little big, but he'll grow into them. We put his things away and head back down stairs. Mom is sitting at the kitchen table playing with Shawn.

Jay and I help Dad make dinner; Dad cooks the steaks on the grill. When everything is done we sit down and eat as one big happy family. 'My life couldn't be anymore happier' I think to my self. I have everything I need right here in this very room; Mom and Dad, Jay, and Shawn. I'm the luckiest guy in the world.

The next day when Mom and Dad get home from church the four of us sit down and go over the plans for our wedding. We already have the guest list made. It's not very long; our parents, Gary and Chris, Lisa and Tim; Josh's parents, Tom; Jay's best friend from home, and my aunts and uncles and cousins. Most of Jay's family is too old to make the trip; his parents are actually the youngest of their families, their siblings are in there mid to late eighties, some in their nineties. We will send them invitations anyways so they don't feel left out.

Jay and I tell them that we want to add the signing of the adoption papers to the ceremony. We want to become a whole family at the same time. They agree that that would be an excellent idea. The following day Mom takes off from work and we go to a local printer and pick out invitations. Backer and pick out our cake. Caterer and set up a time to try some foods for the reception. It is a very long day and I'm worn out when we get home. Mom doesn't seem the pit least tired, she wants to do more. She calls around and gets prices for table and chair rentals to include setup and tear down. She spends most of the evening on the phone. She calls a couple of DJs and schedules auditions. She has taken over.

"Mom you don't have to do all this, Jay and I can plan our own wedding." I tell her.

"Zack, ever since your father and I got married it has always been a dream of mine that I would some day help my daughter plan her wedding. I didn't get a daughter, I got the perfect son. Then you told us you were gay, and I thought I would never get the chance to help plan your wedding. I didn't think you would ever be able to marry the person of your dreams. I thought maybe a commitment ceremony or something, but never a wedding. Last year when our government finally came to its senses and changed the law allowing gays and lesbians to marry; I was so happy for you. You would be able to have everything a heterosexual couple has; you can get married, you can put your significant other on your insurance, you can file a joint tax return and get the higher deductible for tax breaks. You can do anything your father and I can do, maybe more. I want to do this for you and Jay. Please don't make me stop." She says crying again.

"Mom, I couldn't make you stop even if I wanted to, you're so damn stubborn when you put your mind into something. You won't stop until it's done." I tell her, and give her a hug.

Over the next two weeks it's nonstop, going from one place to the next. Taste tasting meal after meal at the caterers, trying different cakes at the bakers, trying on and picking out tuxes for us, our fathers, and best men. Sometimes, Mom didn't even ask Jay and me what we thought or what we wanted. Like I said there's no stopping her. It's like a runaway locomotive, just get the hell out of the way or get run over. But God do I love her.

Jay and I have to go to pick out our tuxes separately; we don't want to know what the other will be wearing until the ceremony. The only thing that we will know is the color will be light gray with white silk shirts; the style is up to us. As I am going through the book looking at the different styles I find one I love and know immediately that is the one I want. The jacket has tails that just about touch the floor, and is double breasted, very unusual for a tux jacket. It comes with a backless vest. Then I have to decide on the color of bowtie and cummerbund; sky blue, the color of Jay's eyes.

About a week before the wedding Tom arrives so he can get fitted for his tux. Dan and Chris show up the next day. Having driven from Arizona, saying they wanted the quiet time the drive will give them together, to make up for the lost time Chris was away recuperating from his injuries. Jay and I take Tom and Gary to get fitted for their tuxes.

On the way home we stop at the town clerks office to get the marriage license. We get a very discussed look from the town clerk. She apparently doesn't agree that gays and lesbians should be allowed to get married. She makes rude comments the whole time we are there filling out the form. I finally take enough of her shit and tell her, "You know what, Bitch, I could care less what you think about us. But I don't need to stand here and take your shit." I pull my cell phone from my pocket for effect and continue, "Would you like me to call Judge Mitchell and let him know how you're treating us, because he will be marrying us in six days?"

"Judge Mitchell, the Circuit Court Judge?" She asks timidly.

"Yes, the first African American GAY Circuit Court Judge in the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania." I tell her. Her attitude changes instantly. It's like we are talking to a completely different person. How fucking twofaced can some people be, she knows how much trouble I could get her in; and now she is kissing my ass for everything she is worth. What a fucking bitch. We finally get the paperwork filled out and she shows us were our witnesses and Judge Mitchell will need to sign it; and points out where to mail it so it can be processed. We will receive our license in the mail about three to four weeks after the ceremony. Finally the bitch shuts her mouth and we leave.

Outside Jay turns to me and asks, "You didn't like her, did you?"

"And what gave you that idea?" I ask him in the most innocent voice I can muster with the anger I'm feeling.

"Thank you, I was about to smack her, I think you just saved me from getting arrested." He tells me. I lean into him and give him a kiss, right there outside her window. We break apart and I look up at her window and see her standing there watching us. I flip her off and she disappears. "Come on let's get the fuck out of Dodge." Jay says.

Finally everything is set, we have the menu picked out, the type and style of cake, tuxes picked out and have been sized, tables and chairs ordered, and Mom actually has ordered to fancy tents and an arbor for the ceremony. One tent will be set up on each side of the backyard; Jay will walk out of one and me the other and walk across the in front of the guests and meet at the arbor where the ceremony will take place.

Jay's parents arrive two days before the ceremony, Jay and I pick them up in Mom's car and bring them back to the house. They will be staying in a hotel about two miles from here. Mom and Dad have planned a big dinner for all of us, so our parents can get to know each other before the big day. They spend a lot of time with Shawn and Jay; I hardly see him after returning from the airport with them. That evening Jay takes his Dad and Tom to try on and pick up their tuxes. When they get back, Dad, Gary and I head out to pick up ours.

The day before our wedding, the tents, arbor, tables and chairs are delivered and set up. Mom not letting them leave until everything is up to her standards. The DJ shows up later in the day and sets up his equipment and a dance floor off to one side. The whole thing looks like it was taken directly out of a bridal magazine. I can just imagine how many times Mom has dreamed of this over the years.

That night Jay and I don't sleep very well. I guess we are both nervous about tomorrow.

Authors Note: I would like to take this opportunity to welcome everyone at Justusboys.com to the story. For those of you that are reading this on Nifty and don't know what happened let me take a few minutes to explain.

I received two emails from two different members of JUB asking if I was posting my story there under the login name Mattie. I informed them, no, and discovered that a member there was posting Zack and Jay there as his. I registered to become a member and informed the moderator the story had been stolen from Nifty and Mattie was not the author. He had only posted the first two chapters, but many members there had responded stating how much they liked the story. JUB removed the story from their Forum, but I didn't want the guys there that were reading it to miss out. So I started a thread in their forum explaining why the story had been removed and where to find it at Nifty. I have received very nice comments about the story there, so I think I will start having everybody post their comments there for everyone to read. After I receive comformation from Nifty that the new chapter has been added to the archive I will post a link to it on JUB; so everyone will get to read the new chapter at the same time.

Here is a link to the thread: http://www.justusboys.com/forum/showthread.php?t=218077

If you're not a member, you will need to become one. It is very easy, just click the Register link at the top of the page and fill out the form. It is free to become a member. For those of you I have shared personal information with, the only thing I ask is that you DO NOT post my name there, you know my reasons, please, please, please respect this one condition. Anything else I have shared with you may be posted there, just not my name.

I would like to publicly thank the two individuals that brought this to my attention. I will not mention your names, but you know who you are, THANK YOU, again. Lone Wolf

And if you don't feel comfortable about posting there or don't want to become a member of JUB to post there, you can always email me at kk.lonewolf.37@gmail.com