This story includes homosexual sex. If you are underage or do not like the subject, then don't read it.
The story is not autobiographical and is a product of the author's fertile imagination.
Comments welcomed preecherdave@gmail.com
We decided that, before the big trip skiing in late January, we would host a poker/games night to get everyone together. This year it was a mixture of the skiers from both our friends with the addition of Marty and Stephen from work. Somehow Matt got word of the trip and invited himself along. Now how did that happen? Didn't really have to have that question answered; Matt and Marty arrived together. I decided to play silly bugger.
"Matt, welcome. Have you just arrived? Don't you have any kit for your stay; the bedroom is ready as usual."
"Brother dear, you are such a pain in the butt. I am not staying here. Any other questions?"
My wicked smile said it all. The punch in the arm almost hurt but his slightly guilty smile made up for it.
It was a great evening. We had several card tables set up for poker or any game people knew. We also had our laptops out for video games. There was poker, euchre and asshole with lots of laughs. The group gelled. The final item was room allocation. We were an odd number and I asked Sean if Stephen from our office could bunk in with him and his roommate.
"I guess he can't stay with you or Matt?" His sly smile told me that he was playing silly bugger with me.
"I don't think that Stephen needs any education on alternate sexuality. I certainly don't intend to be celibate like the rest of you. I cannot speak for Matt or Marty."
We all arrived at the resort in a number of very full cars, late on the next Friday afternoon. When we went for breakfast the next morning, the sun was out and everyone was ready for a full day of skiing. It was a beautiful late January day. Matt took Marty and Stephen under his wing as they were the novices. Matt was a very good skier and set out to do the basics with them.
A bunch of us, including Rob, set off for the advanced runs. It was the perfect day with good condition from a recent snow fall. I watched Rob do his first run; he was good. But what I really noticed were his butt and legs in those very tight ski pants. They flexed and moved in rhythm to his skiing. I watched him on and off all day. Lunch was particularly difficult as he took off his hat, with his tousled hair, slightly damp from the exercise and then taking off his ski jacket, revealing the perfect male torso and well defined basket. At one point, I had to stay seated as the sights of him moving and laughing with our friends, started me growing. On our last run I went first and then stopped to watch him gracefully come down with sweeping turns that were almost like a ballet on snow. I couldn't stop the images of him naked on top of me as he entered me or the two of us looking at each other in the bathroom mirror, aroused. He stopped beside me, beaming with energy and vitality.
"You've been watching be all day, on the hills and inside. You like my style?" He had an amused smile on his face.
"You have no idea." We skied off to the chalet. "I think I could use a little rest after all this."
"A rest?" Again the amused smile.
We entered the room and I locked the door with a certain, decisive snap. He started across the room and as he got in front of the mirror on the dresser, I said forcefully, "Stop right there." He looked at me with the same smile.
I walked over, not saying a word. I ran my hands over his shoulders, down his side following the line of his body until my hands were on his buttocks. I didn't pull him close. I locked onto his eyes.
"You have upset me all day. It has been torture. Stand still and don't move until I tell you differently." No more words were spoken. I started with his sweater, then his shirt and underwear. I licked his chest and nipples until he was groaning. I raised one arm up and started on his armpits. I did hear the word shit, with a groan. I turned him around and started on his back and chest at the same time, pulled the hair on his chest and raked his back with my nails. I watched him in the mirror; his crotch was totally full. I put one hand on it.
"I see we have a problem here. Good, I know how to fix it." I kept my gaze glued to the mirror. While looking at him, I undid his belt and zipper and then took off his ski pants. His erection was outlined in the skin tight underwear which was now wet. I lightly fingered it. Eventually, I carefully but urgently took them off. He was very hard. As I kneeled down to pull his underwear and pants down, he stepped out of them. I spread his feet wide and used my tongue everywhere on his ass until I was finally licking his hole with force and penetrating him with my tongue. I looked up to see his eyes closed with a look of rapture on his face.
I stood up and as I did, I slapped his buttocks fairly hard. His eyes opened to mine, boring into his. I kissed him. I then did a slow strip tease. His gaze followed every move intently, looking in the mirror. He did not move.
"Stay where you are." I went to get the lube. This would surprise him.
I looked at him and told him to step back, but to keep facing the mirror. I stood in front of him and spread a lot of lube on him. I gave the lube to him and turned myself around to face the mirror.
"I don't need any foreplay; you provided it all day. Lube me up and fuck me. There is no Plan B." He did as I ordered. "There is no need to be gentle." He was Rob; he entered slowly and waited at that first spot. I could see the outline of his cock in the mirror as he had entered me; it was even more erotic than I had expected. I put my hands back and pulled him hard and quickly into me. He needed no further orders. I moaned, I sighed, I cursed. It was pain and pleasure, exactly what I wanted.
"Don't hold back, we have all of tonight." After a couple of minutes, I felt him go in hard and as far as he could and stay. I thought that I could feel his pulses. I could feel the lubrication when he started to pump in and out again, yelling his pleasure. He pulled out. There was cum everywhere and I hadn't cum yet.
He spoke for the first time. "No arguments." He said with authority. He lubed me. "I want exactly the same." He pulled me back, came around and took my place. As I entered him, I could see his eyes blazing in lust in the mirror. He was still erect with lots of cum on his cock mixed with lube. As I entered him, I started to fist him and very soon I had the most amazing orgasm of my life. It literally coursed through my body in waves like lightning bolts and he came again, all over my hand and the dresser. Amazing. Looking at him in the mirror, I brought my hand up to my mouth and cleaned it off. He turned his head and kissed me.
He looked at me almost shell shocked. "Some rest. You will have to explain this to me sometime. I don't think I have ever had such an amazing experience."
We were late for supper. Matt gave me a look. I think that I blushed. I was speechless again. He whispered that he and Marty had arrived a few minutes before us. He blushed.
The next couple of weeks were going to be very busy at work as we worked on a software release. One of the features was the one that had caused Rob to be hired. The entire release involved two teams as it was quite an extensive rework. But we had our personal routine which was so good to share with my man.
It was the second Thursday after the ski trip when our receptionist called me. A call from a hospital. It sounds important was her message.
"Hello, Michael Wallace here. Yes, my brother is Matt Wallace. I take it that there must be a problem. What do the doctors think it is? Meningitis? What is his condition? That doesn't sound good. I'll be there in 2 – 3 hours. Here is my mobile number. Yes, I shall try contacting the family."
"Rob, I just took a call from a hospital near Matt's campus. He has been admitted. They think it is meningitis and it doesn't sound good. They cannot contact Mom or Dad or Brian. "
"I know Plan A, Mike. Drive carefully. Go home and get your stuff and call me as soon as you know anything.." He did something that totally blew me away. He looked quickly around and then gave me a kiss. "I love you so much. For you in this case, there would only be Plan A."
I saw my boss and then, the worst part, I went to Marty. He almost broke down. "Michael, no discussion. We'll need two cars. I am going to finish up and leave in an hour. See you at the hospital." Closer than I thought. I hugged him.
I presented myself to the nursing station and got an update. His temperature was hovering slightly over 40 Celsius and he was barely conscious, delirious. He was on intravenous antibiotics. Apparently, he was resting slightly better than he had.
"Matt, I'm here to be with you buddy." I held his hand and just talked softly to him. He stirred a bit, almost as if he knew I was there. I did the little duties that the nurses said I could. He did seem to relax and sleep; I was probably imagining it but it made be feel better. I whispered that I was going out to call Brian, Mom and Dad. I got Brian and brought him up to date. We agreed that he would stay in Toronto and wait for updates. He would keep trying to reach Mom and Dad. I left word at reception and at the nursing station about Marty, just saying that he was a very close friend that Matt would want to see.
Marty arrived and was allowed in. I gave him hug and left him alone with Matt. When I came back, he was holding Matt's hand just saying soothing things to him.
"Marty, he is resting better and I am really hungry and unless you ate, you are too. Let's go and get something to eat. We have to keep our energy and blood sugar up."
In the cafeteria at the hospital, I explained what I knew about Matt's condition. Then I went on to tell him about our family. He nodded his head; he got the message. He was just a friend if my family came, nothing more. He was intrigued about Christmas. It looked as if he too had decisions to make. I made it clear that Rob and I were available for chats. I suddenly realized that I was talking to a potential brother-in-law. We bonded as never before. He headed back up.
I had a really important call to make. I got him on his mobile as there was no answer at home."Hi big guy, safe and sound and I think he is stable. Marty and I just finished some supper. What's the noise? Are you driving somewhere?"
"Oh lover, thanks for the call. Yeah, I am half way to you. I took tomorrow off. "
"I don't know what to say."
"How unusual!" He paused and laughed. "Do we have a place to stay?... I figured not. I'll find us a room and come to the hospital. Mikey, this may be presumptuous but I consider him my brother too." There was a long pause. "Still don't know what to say?"
"I'll show you how I feel later."
"Promises, promises."
"Ones that I will keep. Lover, I can't wait to see you. Please drive safely." We broke off.
Mom and Dad arrived at 8:00. Marty and I had been spelling each other off. Matt looked better and his breathing was better and his temperature had gone down to 39.5. A good sign the nurses said. I introduced Marty to Mom and Dad as a friend of Matt. Rob arrived 30 minutes later. I could have almost cried. Mom got up and went over and hugged Rob and thanked him for driving all that way. Rob didn't know what to say. To hell with it, I gave him a welcoming hug too and whispered some things in his ear. He blushed.
I took Marty out and suggested that he and I go over to Rob's so that I could introduce him and he could bunk in Rob's room.
He paused and looked a little guilty. "I know the guys pretty well; I have already put my stuff in his room. I called them a little while ago with an update." Was this going to be a whole night of being speechless? I wisely just said great. We each took turns through the night being with Matt. It broke while I was with him at 4:00 in the morning.
He stirred and his eyes came open. "Hi big guy, don't feel too great. Did I hear Marty at some time or was that a dream?"
"The whole crew is here. Mom, Dad, Rob and Marty, just your friend to Mom and Dad."
"I owe you. Could I have a drink?" He smiled. "A beer would be great." His humour was still there, good. We chatted and he drifted off again. When Rob came in, he was jubilant at the news. I went back to the motel while Rob stayed.
I heard the door to the room open. In came, a tired looking Rob. With help from Marty, we had basically taken over the night shift. We had sent Mom and Dad back to their motel room for a nights sleep. They came in at 8:30, ordered Rob and Marty out and told Rob that the two of us were not to show our faces until noon. He stripped as he crossed the room. "Promises, promises?"
"Come here. You know I am a man of my word." It was interesting to see him grow erect and he was hard by the time he embraced me. He wasn't alone on that score. We kissed. I reached over and got the lube. "Let's do something we haven't done for a while."
"You mean practise celibacy."
"If that is what you want."
He paused after a chuckle from both of us. "You called my bluff. Your proposal?"
I put lube on my hand and then on his. Then as I kissed him, I started to gently use my fist up and down his very inflamed cock. He reciprocated. I did nip his nipples a couple of times but I kept fisting him. He was close and so was I. So I just went harder and faster. He was a good mimic. We both went rigid close together, firing a lot of semen all over our stomachs and pubes. I looked intently at him and licked my fingers and hands clean humming all the time. He followed me mumbling, nectar of the gods. We shared our bounty with a kiss. Simple and effective. We fell asleep.
We had to shower quickly to get to the hospital for noon. Matt had turned the corner and was awake and complaining, a very good sign. Mom, Dad and Marty were there. Some how Marty had convinced Mom and Dad that he was close by and could stay and look after Matt until Sunday night. They agreed to drive back Monday to see that everything was OK. As all of us but Marty, left later in the day, I glanced back in the room. Matt had his arms around Marty, a very, very good sign. He was mostly back on his feet by the end of the week.
Back to our routine. That was welcome. With the ski trip and the Matt's sickness it was just nice to do our regular things but we still had a week and half to go until the software release. Rob and I spent several 12 hour plus days making up for lost time. We made the deadline. We had decided on throwing a big party at our place for the two teams involved, the weekend after the release.
It was a large crowd that was coming for food, drink, games and chat. Whatever they wanted. We had people everywhere. We put some laptops in the study for some computer gaming and they were popular. The party was exactly what we wanted. It celebrated our working together and established friendships and bonds that were invaluable around the office. In fact, the President took me aside on the Monday, telling me that he had heard of the party and did I want a contribution to it. I declined. It was my treat for their loyalty and hard work. I guess somehow the word got around. I received at lot of thanks.
In retrospect, we made one little error. I guess people are observant and some must have come to the conclusion that no one used the study room. The word must have gotten slowly around the office. A week later at work, Rob came up to me a little upset. "That bloody bastard Randy just asked me if you and I were ass bandits." He paused with a look of disgust. "He said that he had heard rumours that we lived together, not just a roommates. He said he had suspected for a long time. He seemed to imply that he had a hold on us now."
"What did you say?"
"I told him that after all he had said and done to you and to me, my life and yours was none of his fucking business."
I chuckled as I asked, "In those exact words."
"Yes!"
"Well spoken. The prick. He does bring out the worst or the best in the both of us. Suggestion. Let's go for a nice meal after work and work out ...."
"Plan A, B and C." One of our friends at work walked by and asked if we always felt that our coding was that funny. We both mumbled through our laughter that yes, sometimes you could only laugh.
We had a great meal and a good discussion. We were out to our families and close friends. It was time to make a simple statement at work to those who mattered to us. There were already several people at work who were aware and it had made no difference to our relationships. This would take away any power that Randy thought he had over us.
We had a short meeting called about the next project, the next day. At the end of the meeting, I asked for a short minute for a personal matter.
"Someone in the office approached Rob recently with a rumour, that Rob and I were more than roommates. The person seemed to think this gave them some power over us. I hope that this doesn't offend anyone or change any attitudes. Rob and I are partners and have been for several months. I consider myself very lucky. He just doesn't know how lucky he is. Any questions?"
There was a group chuckle and several 'no questions'. One of my team members looked at me and said that he was very pleased that it was in the open and gave a big congratulation to us both. Lots of nodding in agreement. I saw one of our most macho guys slap Rob on the back and say that he was a sly bugger, oops no pun was intended. Lots of laughs. That was it. Done. I did go tell my boss. He just smiled and said that it was no surprise to him. Later in the day the President gave me a knowing smile. As I was leaving later in the day, I wished Randy a good evening, he scowled even more than usual.
I got a call from Matt later in the week. He wanted to come and take me up on my offer to talk. He said that he would stay with us and that he would like to keep his visit just between us. It sounded that the man had to get somethings off his chest. I hoped that Marty was not on the firing line. I let him know that only Rob would know. I asked if he wanted me alone and he said yes to start. Luckily we were not busy that weekend and I established a time and the day. Rob agreed to take a hike, in his words. He did have a smile on his face.
Matt arrived on Saturday, mid morning. We chatted and had lunch with Rob. Rob was great; he put on a great production about having to leave his own home. It was almost worth an academy award. It had us all in stitches by the time he left or dragged himself out, announcing that he would be back at 5:00 with supper with great sighs.
"Mike, you are so lucky. He is so great."
"Don't I think that all the time. Don't ever tell him I said that. Brother, you have something on your mind?"
"Mike, I am so confused. I like women but I really enjoy Marty so much. I know that I am bisexual. I don't want to be unfair to Marty. I know how he feels about me. Sometimes it scares me."
"Matt, I'm lucky. I have had good sex with women but by the end of my first year of University, I knew that I was gay. It was men that I wanted to be with. They were the ones who really turned me on mentally and physically. As you probably know in my last year, I met James who was the one in my mind. I fell for him big time. When he dumped me just after graduation, I was devastated. I felt used and worthless. When I was outed, I had the worst of all worlds. My lover gone and my family turned me into a nobody. You were the only exception. I went deeply in the closet and had a succession of experiences that left me unfulfilled or actually dismayed. They left me totally lost personally until I woke up late last summer, decided that I had to change and then met Rob. So I can only ask questions and help you clarify your feelings. Everyone is different."
"Mikey, I had no idea it hurt so much. You seemed so together."
"We are all survivors and I was a good actor. A question to ask yourself. Who would you really like to settle down with a man or a woman? You don't have to answer; it is a question for yourself. About Marty, you are both young. You may end up not being the man for him. As long you don't make unreasonable promises, you two can feel your way. Is it just the sex with Marty or do really like just being with him? Rob and I just enjoy doing things together and being with each other reading, watching TV, everyday things."
"What do I tell people? What do I tell Mom and Dad."
"You don't have to tell anyone anything. Your private life is yours and can be kept as private as you want. Is Marty pushing for more of commitment?
"No, I think that he is a little confused himself."
"Then discuss it with him when an appropriate moment comes up. He is a great guy and I know that he cares for you, a statement of the obvious. I think that you both have your heads screwed on correctly. You certainly didn't mind exposing yourselves at New Years, almost literally. It was fun."
We went on talking with no thought of the time. Suddenly, Rob was there with wonderful smelling Thai food.
"Could I phone Marty. I think that I really want to talk with him. Could he come over?" There were smiles of yes.
We heard only one end of the conversation from the living room. "Hi, Marty. What are you doing tonight? Just a boring night home? I came up to see Michael today about some family things. Want to come over for some Thai food at Michael's? Yeah, there is always enough. 15, 20 minutes sounds great."
We put the food in the oven at warm and hold. We sat with some wine waiting for Marty. He asked Rob some questions and received answers much like mine.
Matt looked at us intently. "Guys a personal question. How many times a week do you, you know."
"If I'm lucky... once a week." Rob had just taken a drink and it came spurting out with a burst of amazed laughter. "What?" I asked innocently.
"The truth is that your brother is like a rabbit. Morning, noon and night if he could. I don't dare go into the washroom at work without someone else there."
I was almost on the floor. "Matt, I guess it's somewhere in between. We are very compatible. Why do you ask?"
"I'm perpetually ready and I am looking at women and men all the time when I am on campus and Marty is here and I am not with him."
"I don't want you to answer these questions. Do you act on it? Do you really want to act on it? Is Marty worth waiting for? Do you want a family in the traditional sense?"
"I found out at New Years that your brother stopped any outside activity after he and I started doing things together as friends, even when he thought that I was hetero and not available." At that moment, the buzzer went. Marty had arrived.
The look between them spoke a lot. There was a quick holding of hands and a kiss on the lips. We ate and Matt was obviously relieved and there was lots of joking and fun. Marty couldn't help commenting again that this was one of the best surprises in a long time. We played euchre. I like it because it can be fast and fun as trump cards come up unexpectedly. I was actually pleased when Matt left with his kit with Marty. I found Rob looking at me several times in the evening. They were quite intense looks. These were the sort of looks I had given him at Tremblant. Oh, oh.
I came in from the kitchen. Rob was slouched in the couch with his arms spread on the back and his legs straight out and sprawled wide open. I got to the centre of the room.
"Stop there and face me." His look was sultry, the only word that came to mind. "No explanations no questions. Strip for me ... slowly." I returned his look as I looked at him from feet to head. I noticed that he was already starting to fill out. I think he wanted me to see that. I unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it slowly out. I pulled off one sleeve at a time and dropped it to the ground. I very slowly pulled my t shirt off and dropped it. Next my socks. I undid my belt and slid the zipper slowly down; I moved so that my pants slowly fell off and I stepped out of them. I was definitely growing.
"Turn around slowly." I did. "Now, off with the shorts and turn again." It was actually quite erotic to show off like this with my cock straight out and bouncing as I moved. "Come over here Mike."
When I went over, Rob flicked the head of my cock lightly with his fingers, then lightly licked it and finally went up and down the entire length with his tongue. He stopped and pulled my balls and worked on them. I think I swore. When he took me in his mouth and sucked, I didn't figure I would last long. Little did I know. He moved me away and stood up and kissed me and elegantly stripped himself, all the while looking intently at me.
"Pay back for the skiing trip. Love you." That was all he said. He got the lube and to my surprise he lubed my cock, lubed himself and then put his knees on the couch and leaned over with his hands on the back of the couch. "You know what to do."
That was the end of the foreplay. There was cry of pleasure from both of us, as I entered him and more as I went in and out. I reached around and played with his nipples and chest. I was very close and he could tell.
"Stop and come out." I tried to protest but he insisted.
"Oh, Michael, you look a little aroused." I could only murmur something unintelligible. He guided me to the bathroom.
"Now, it is your turn but I thought a little live porno show would be appropriate." When we were there in front of the mirror, he came behind me and with the lube, he lubed me up. I tried to protest but the lust filled look he gave me, stopped me. He positioned me so that he and I could see him enter me. We looked at each as he did. I turned and we kissed as he entered me. I could see him go in all the way and stop and then start to fuck me hard. His inflamed cock all the way back and then in. I was so sensitive that it almost hurt. I could see my almost red cock bouncing up and down as his assault continued.
His hands were all over my body but he never touched my cock and took my hands away every time that I tried to fist myself. He just quietly said that I was to wait. His rhythm became faster and his look more intense. He went in a final time and held; his eyes were closed and his face a mixture of pain and pleasure. I swear he stopped breathing. He took several last strokes. When he came out he had a film and spots of semen on his cock. He quickly turned me around and lubed me again. Then he turned and bent over and backed up to my very hard, large cock. The sensation of going in was indescribable. I was filled with love and lust. I watched in the mirror seeing his look of intense lust and myself disappearing into him. I was surprised that he stayed hard.
"Harder and faster, Mikey. Don't be gentle." He started to move back and forth with me, often moving very fast back as I moved forward. He was jamming himself into me. I bit his shoulder and pulled him to me and held him as I finally exploded into him. I found myself breathing hard as if I had run a mile. I came out and turned him around. He was still semi hard and I pulled him to me and we kissed and kissed.
"Rob there are days when you blow me away."
There was a little mocking trace of a smile. "I wouldn't call that a blow job." I whacked his ass, shook my head and kissed him again. I dragged him off to bed. We spent a lot of the rest of the day in bed. Didn't get much sleep.
Our lives were filled with activity and spring was coming and the many centimetres of snow slowly disappearing. The telephone rang one evening. Surprises can come at any time. It was Dad. That was surprise enough but the rest .... We talked for a few minutes.
"Michael, I need you help with your mother. She was at the doctors yesterday and he discovered a lump in her breast. She won't listen to reason. She says that it is nothing and she just wants to leave it."
"Dad that is irrational talk."
"I know that is why I need your help."
"Dad I'll be there tomorrow morning around 11. OK?"
"Thank you, Son."
"Michael, are those tears. What is it?" I told him and I was quickly embraced in a protective hug. "Let's look it up on the Internet."
I arrived at 11 at Mom and Dad's. Mom was surprised but she knew why I was there. She looked tired and a bit frazzled. We talked a bit about spring approaching and the family and finally to the subject I had come for.
"Michael, your father is just being alarmist."
"What does your doctor want you to do?"
"Oh, he wants a whole bunch of test which will probably prove nothing."
"Mom, you look tired and rather out of sorts. No, Mom don't scoff. You didn't get a lot of sleep last night. Probably upset at the doctor's discovery."
"Well, it was a bit upsetting."
"Mom look at me, please. Pretending that there is no problem is not going to make it go away. Mom, please just listen for a minute. We looked it up on the Internet last night. Of course, I told Robert. There are lots of causes of lumps in the breast, cysts for one. What I have found the worst thing is, is not knowing what the problem is. You have to confront it. If it is the worst, then there are lots of treatments and if it is the worst, it will only get worse without treatments." I paused. "Mom, for me, please make an appointment. We have one of the best facilities in the city for this kind of thing." She looked hesitant but willing to be convinced.
"Mom, I am going to call your doctor's office and tell them to do it as soon as possible. Dad can you get me the number please?" I have never seen Dad move as quickly before. I did phone and they said that they would act today. I asked for a specific facility in town near my place.
I went over and gave Mom a kiss. "I bet that you feel slightly relieved already. Just a bit??
"Thank you Michael and thank you, John for getting this impossible one who I can't say no to, here."
"How about some lunch. Let's go to the cafe in town. My treat. No discussion on that." Mom smiled and Dad didn't utter a word of dissent. We actually had nice time. Mom's spirits seemed to pick up. Before I left, I suggested that when the dates were set that they come and stay the night at our place if they wanted.
It turned out they wanted to stay over. They managed to get an appointment the next Friday at 4:30 and we all agreed that they should stay, have supper, relax and go home the next day. In fact, when Rob's parents found out they insisted on an early lunch on Saturday. I had some good beer and bought some rye whiskey that Dad liked. We cooked a Coq au Vin on Thursday night for supper the next day.
Mom looked tired but composed when they arrived. She gave Rob and I a hug and a smile.
"Michael and Robert what a wonderful place. The view is very good. It looks so nice and also very comfortable." I took them on a tour. Through the kitchen and then showed them the master bedroom and then took them and their suitcases to the study/guest room. I showed them the bathroom in the hall. It was interesting. I could almost see the comprehension in Dad that his son did indeed live with a man. Nothing like reality to drive a point home. He liked my selection of beer and whiskey. He chose a good hearty beer and mom had rye and ginger ale. Rob and I had scotch.
"How can drink that stuff."
"The liquor of the gods." I sighed with pleasure.
"Puts hair on your chest. Perhaps an acquired taste." Says Rob.
Dad scoffed. I challenged him to try one of our best single malts. "Dad, try it as an experience. Who knows? At this price, you can tell your friends what idiots scotch drinkers are." Dad wanted to know the price. I told him that he would only find out after he tried it. I poured a small amount and added a drop of spring water. I coached him to just take a sip and let the flavours stay on his tongue. Mom watched with contained amusement.
"I would never have guessed. A little sweet, very smooth, a bit flowery and a little smokey."
"Dad have you taken up scotch tasting behind our backs? That is one of the best descriptions of this scotch I have ever heard."
He smiled. "No, this is the first good scotch I have ever tasted. It is expensive?"
"Yes, fairly, $80 a bottle. Do you want more?" His eyes had gone big with the price but he nodded yes. He took some and seemed to enjoy it. We had a really good time with our pre supper drinks and a description from Mom of her tests. She seemed relieved.
Dad was a meat and potatoes man. I just told him we were having chicken stew. He took one look at our table and the Creuset casserole dish and saw the lie. I asked Dad to say grace.
"Bless this wonderful meal and the two men who prepared it. May all our questions for the future be well answered. Bless this home and all those eating together tonight. Amen"
Rob served the Coq au Vin and I served the rice and vegetables. It was quickly clear that both Mom and Dad liked our cooking. Dad had seconds.
"OK, guys who made it and what is it called. This was a very special meal. I know that you prepared it specially for your mother and for our visit."
Rob spoke up. "It has a fancy name, Coq au Vin, Chicken in Wine, but it is doesn't take too long and it is delicious. We always make these dishes together. I have finally taught your son how to use a French chefs knife; that was hard work but he has become quite good. We have fun doing it together and it is always a pleasure to do it for our guests. It was a quiet relaxed evening and the time had come. Mom and Dad went to their room and we, to ours. It was official; I slept with my man with my parents in our home. We celebrated very quietly, for once. But it was good.
We arrived at the Rob's parents' home. Big hugs from Barbara and Andrew for Rob, me and Mom. Hearty handshakes to Dad. Andrew took Dad around the property as most of the snow was gone. Andrew pointed out the tree I had taken down. Dad said little but I could see that he was taking it all in.
As Mom and Dad left our place later in the day. Mom thanked me for a really nice time that had taken her mind off the tests. Dad looked at Rob and I and said that his folks were really nice people. He gave him a hearty handshake. He quietly thanked me for all we had done for Mom and that he had enjoyed their visit to our home. For Dad that was a major speech. The best news arrived late the next week, a large cyst.
The spring and early summer passed quickly. We had a great summer. We rented a cottage near Mom and Dad's home and spent a couple of weeks and the weekends there. Brian took it for a couple of separate weeks and left the boys with us for one of our weeks and we had a blast. Mom and Dad were there on and off.
On one of the days, later in the summer when we were by ourselves, Rob insisted that we go to a small town close by. It had a whole group of artisans and artists. We had been there earlier in the summer and he wanted, no insisted, that we go back. We wandered around. Our final stop was in a shop that sold beautiful handmade jewellery. We ended up looking at men's rings. I have never worn a ring but some of them had caught my eye. Before I knew it, we were looking at rings that I liked.
"Come on Mike if you had to choose what would be your choice. I finally picked out one that I really did like and even chose the stone for it, a beautiful piece of rich lapis lazuli. I must be really dense sometimes. "I think that you have just chosen your birthday present. Now which finger do we size?"
I looked at him in disbelief. Pondered the question. The artisan had his sizing set out. I looked slowly at both hands and each finger, drawing it out. My decision had been made instantly but I decided on a bit of drama. I looked at Rob and held out the ring finger of my left hand.
"Michael, you don't ...."
"Robert, you asked a simple question. I have answered it." I paused and looked at him with a tentative smile. "OK?"
"You never cease to amaze me."
"I saw you looking at some earlier. What would you choose?"
"Oh, that is simple and he picked one out of the case." It was similar to mine with some subtle differences. I had almost chosen it.
"What stone?"
"I love bloodstones but they have to have lots of red running through the green."
I looked at the owner and he nodded OK. "Size the finger that he wants to wear it on. Rob?"
"Michael you don't ...."
"Robert, show the man the finger you want to wear it on. It can be anyone or do you want to go for a coffee and discuss it." He smiled a wonderful smile and held out the same finger I had.
"Gold or silver for the rings?"
"That, I think we have to discuss over a quick coffee. We shall be back shortly."
We sat for coffee. "Michael, what just happened?"
"Something that I have been thinking about all summer. You?"
"Yes."
"Rob, have we just become official partners or have we become engaged?"
"Yes!"
With a huge laugh and smile, "You can be an annoying son of ... a gun. Do I get to choose?"
"OK."
"We are engaged. You set the time for the wedding. That take you by surprise?"
"Mike, I am so happy. I could kiss you." We were the only ones in the cafe. I kissed him. The waitress was very laid back when she said that it was nice to see two people so happy.
"I think that my birthday present and yours have become a wedding bands and I want gold. I don't care about the cost." He kissed me.
"Well guys you look very happy and pleased with yourselves. So what will it be for you birthday presents, silver or gold?"
Rob looked at him, "We would like our wedding rings to be made of gold."
The owner gave us a big smile and hug. We paid and set a tentative date for pick up. When we did eventually get them they were exquisite. They were put in boxes and kept for the special day.
That night was very special at the cottage. It was a beautiful August evening with a large moon and stars with no clouds; there was still summer warmth in the air with a cricket chorus in the background. We were standing outside leaning on the railing with our arms around each other. Rob suddenly went in and turned off the lights in the front section of the cottage and came back out. He put something on the railing. He kissed me and undressed me. He encouraged me to do the same. I suddenly found cold lube on my cock and then he was in front of me leaning on the railing. It was slow and deliberate. I stopped many times to just hold him or stroke parts of his body. He finally stood up straight and reached around to stroke parts of me. I was still in him and the angle and pressure was wonderful. He met every stroke with a backward push. I moaned his name and the joy of our afternoon decision as I finished. I turned him around put my finger in him and sucked him until he exploded in my mouth.
"Rob, I guess sometimes you just win the lottery."
"An interesting way to put it. Yes, I love you and I want to marry you very much."
The date was set for a Saturday in late September. For the ceremony, we found a minister who had a license to perform marriages and a lovely room in a hotel. The ceremony was just for the family but included Marty, Jack and Sean and wives. We planned a blowout party for a lot more that evening in the same hotel. We planned the rest of the weekend for Montreal by ourselves. We had taken Monday and Tuesday off work.
As we finished work on the Friday before the wedding, we had a few well wishers say things to us and Marty came up and invited us for a drink and a bite to eat at a local watering hole. I commented that we had a pile of things to do but we had to eat so we went. I was dense again. When we arrived, over half the office was there, waiting. Rob looked shell shocked. Even the President turned up to wish us the best and to tell us that our application for 3 more days of extended leave had been approved. I asked what application? My boss just beamed. He had arranged it. There were lots of ribald jokes and funny stories and we had a wonderful few hours until we finally had to leave.
We said our vows and our rings, finally out of their boxes, sparkled on our fingers. It was a wonderful day. One of the most surprising events was Dad. After the official part of the marriage was over. Dad held up his hand and said that he had some words.
"Michael, thank you. You have opened my eyes and my mind. Thank you allowing me back into you life. Thank you for standing up for who you are. You and Rob have enriched our lives. May you be blest everyday. You have even changed my tastes!" He came over and hugged us both and gave us a very expensive, excellent scotch that we had never had. Except for Rob's admission of his feelings for me and becoming my husband, there have been few other finer moments than this in my life. Brian, Matt and Mom beamed. Rob's parents were overjoyed. I told Rob's sister that obviously my intentions were honourable. She and James cracked up.
The party was a blast. I could now dance with my husband in public. No one seemed in the least uncomfortable. I noticed that Matt and Marty danced only with the girls, giving other each other looks occasionally. I understood their decisions; I know that Matt had stayed with his 'friend' Marty for the entire weekend. They did have that glow of happiness and shared secrets. The nephews had a ball.
There were more surprises. When we checked in to our small luxury hotel in Old Montreal, the man at the desk looked at us and smiled.
"Welcome, Mr. Wallace and Mr. Jackson. Your reservation has been upgraded to our best room for your first 3 nights. Here is the card." It was signed with much love, Mom and Dad Wallace and Jackson, Matt, Brian, Elizabeth and nephews. Our eyes grew very large and moist. " In addition, your reservation can be extended an extra 2 days at no cost. Here is another card." It read: To two very fine young men. All the best in the next part of your journey. Anonymous.
What a start. I can only say that our night was indescribable and I shall leave it that way, except to say that our lovemaking was intimate, very slow, gentle and very passionate.
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For now, the end of Michael and Robert's journey. I suspect it will have its ups and downs, all patnerships do. They seem to have the spirit to grow and change gracefully.
If you liked this story, you might want to read the others that I have published on Nifty. In particular, Unexpected Change has had the most positive comments.
Unexpected Change, Nifty, College, April 16, 2011 Friendship, Nifty, Adult Friends, May 20, 2011 Surprising Last Year at University, Nifty, College, June 9, 2011 Murder Changed My Life, Nifty, Beginnings, July 8, 2011 What is Love?, Nifty, Beginnings, August 31, 2011