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Well, guys, here it is, finally. The chapter that requires this story to be posted in this forum!! The honeymoon!!!! I hope you've enjoyed the story up to this point, and I hope this chapter is not a disappointment. Don't put the Kleenex away yet!!!
And now... _____________________________________________________________________ We arrived at the bed and breakfast just before 10pm. We had sent the money for our reservations in advance, so our room was held for us. Being the southern, nostalgic, romantic that I am, we were staying in a southern country inn my mom had found for us. She had done a lot of checking to find a place that we would like. From the outside, it looked like your proverbial southern plantation; large oak trees covering the driveway, big, white house with six (count 'em SIX) large columns across the front!! We parked at the side, and went right up to the front door. A nice, cute young man was working at the front desk. When we came in, he smiled and welcomed us.
"The Parson newlyweds, I presume," he said, just as friendly and nonplussed as anything.
"That would be us," Jim said.
"We have your reservation, gentlemen. You're in our honeymoon suite. I'm quite sure you'll find everything to your liking."
"You wouldn't have allowed anyone in the room before us, would you?" I asked.
"No, Sir!" he said. "In fact, when you moms came by earlier, they gave explicit instructions to make sure that nobody went in the room after they left."
"Our moms were here?" Jim asked.
"That's what their ID's said," he replied. "One of you is formerly Tim Parker, and the other is the former Jim Iverson, correct?"
"That's us," Jim said with a big grin.
"Then, your moms have brought you a surprise," he said. "And, due to the nature of your visit, I checked behind them, after they left, to make sure they had not done anything unkind. I think you'll be pleasantly surprised at what your moms have been up to!" he said with a wink.
"Are there alarm clocks in the rooms, or do you provide a wake up service?" Jim asked.
"Either, or both, sir," the man said.
"Would you please call us at 8:30am," Jim asked. "We have to get to Durham for a noon flight to Cancun."
"Yes, sir, Mr. Parson," he said.
He took our bags, and led us upstairs. He came to a room at the end of the hall, opened the double doors, and ushered us into the most beautiful room I have ever been in. The centerpiece of the room was an antique four-poster bed, complete with mosquito screening. The room was furnished with Federal Period antiques, the sitting area facing a fireplace with a huge carved mantelpiece. The room was a pale blue color, with gold and mauve trim. Instead of a closet, there was a gigantic federal armoire. Off the bedroom was a private bath, which included a whirlpool tub. (At the time, that was an unheard of luxury). Except for the bathroom and the electric lights, if seemed as if we had stepped back one hundred years in the past. We were standing there, with our jaws on the floor.
The clerk showed us that our moms had brought another bottle of champagne, which the staff had put on ice at 9:00, (my mom had called and told them we were coming) and there were two wrapped packages on the bed.
"I'll leave the two of you now," the clerk said. "If there's anything else you need, please give me a call. And, sirs, congratulations," he said, smiling.
"Thank you," we said in unison.
He left, and we just looked around.
"Oh, Timmy, it's beautiful."
"I know, Jim. It's breathtaking!"
"Here, let's pop this champagne, and see what's in the boxes"
I busied myself putting our stuff away (we had only brought in a common overnight bag; we were going to wear the same clothes tomorrow we wore over from the ceremony) while he got the glasses ready, and opened the bottle. As he handed me my glass he looked at me, with more love in his eyes than I thought possible, and said, "Thank you for agreeing to be a part of my life. Here's to the rest of our lives."
"Here's to the rest of our lives," I repeated, and we took a drink.
"Well, Timmy, which one do we open first?"
"Well, sweetheart, this big one says 'Open First' on it. Reckon we should follow directions?" I asked, laughing.
"Ok, Mr. Smarty Pants, you open the card, I'll open the box"
The card read, "To our sons, Hope you enjoy these. I'm sure you'll need them if someone knocks on the door. Love, your moms"
Inside were two full-length terry cloth robes, emblazoned with the UNC logo. They were big, and comfortable.
"I wonder what they mean about answering the door," Jim mused.
"Well, I may have let slip to Fred, or mom, at some point, that we have a tendency to live naked at home," I said.
"I hope it doesn't mean that anybody is coming here tonight," Jim said.
"Why? You got plans?" I asked, demurely.
"You could say that," he said, with a mischievous smile on his face.
"What's in the other box?" I asked.
"I don't know. It's heavier than the first one, but it's smaller. Here, you open this one," he said to me.
"The card on this one reads, 'This may be embarrassing, boys, but, knowledge is power. Love, your dads'"
Inside was the book, "The Joy of Gay Sex." To say that we were shocked was an understatement. Inside the cover, they each had inscribed a message.
My dad's was, "Guys, we're sure you have an idea of what to do, but, safety, and knowledge are great to have."
Jims dad wrote, "And this might give you some, uh, creative ideas."
Yes, it was excruciatingly embarrassing, but, at the same time, we recognized it for what it was, a genuine attempt by our dads to understand us. It was very sweet.
"Uh, this will make for great reading in Mexico, but, I have just enough ideas to be entertaining myself, tonight," I said to Jim.
"Me, too," he said, with a twinkle in his eye.
"Would you like a bath, Mr. Parson?" I asked.
"Only if you're getting wet, too," he said.
"If I was a woman, my panties would be soaked," I said.
"If you were a woman, I wouldn't be here," he said, dryly.
"You mean you wouldn't love me if I had tits and a twat?" I asked, trying, and failing, to stifle my giggles.
"I like your clit long, and hard, the way it is right now," Jim said, as he reached over and felt me up through my jeans.
He leaned over and kissed me, long, and hard, swirling his tongue in my mouth, and, alternately, trying to suck it down his throat. Just like the first time, almost a year and a half ago, his kiss took my breath away.
"I am so in love with you," I said. "All I want to do is give myself to you," I said, a tear forming in my eye.
"You don't have to cry, my love," he said.
"Yes, I do. I am so happy. God has blessed me with a love that threatens to overwhelm me; with a man that loves me more than life itself. It's a little overwhelming," I said.
"I know. I feel the same way. But, my love, instead of talking about our love, let's share it. I've been a good boy, waiting, like you asked."
"I know, and I really appreciate it. Do you regret waiting?"
"Not on your life. The only thing I regret is...." and his voice trailed off.
"Jim, my love, my heart, my life," I said, as I took his face in my hands, "What happened to you doesn't count. We've talked about this, and I've told you, you ARE a virgin. OK?" I brushed a tear from his face.
"I love you so much, Randolph Timothy Parson," he said, and another tear dropped out of his eyes.
"I love you too, my dear," I said, and I leaned in and kissed him gently. That gentle kiss led to another, and another, and soon, we were gently removing each others' shirts, kicking off our shoes, and then, we stopped kissing long enough to finish getting undressed and headed to the bathroom. While the tub was filling, we took turns at the toilet, and Jim went back, got the ice bucket, champagne, and our glasses, and brought them into the bathroom. There were candles all over the place, and a large match we used to light them. The whirlpool was gently humming; the candlelight was dancing all over the room. While he was getting the champagne, I popped in a classical tape into the tape deck, and got in the tub. He handed me my glass, and he got in, facing me.
"You know, we don't have to rush, don't you?" I asked Jim.
"I know," he said, "But I'm afraid I'm not going to be able to hold the first load
"Well, maybe I should fix that for you, real quick then," I said.
I put my glass on the ledge, and slid over beside my man. I started rubbing his neck, and his chest, and then realized that I could give him a chest massage if I straddled his lap. So, that's exactly what I did. And as I sat in his lap, I figured out how I wanted his first load.
I started massaging his neck, and shoulders, rubbing gently, and then hard. He closed his eyes, letting the tub beat his back while I massaged his front. I slowly started working my hips forward, until I was rubbing his cock up and down my crack. He smiled slightly when he realized what I was doing. I finally caught the head of his dick with my ass lips, and then pushed back, gently at first, but with increasing pressure.
I'm not going to lie. It hurt. Bad. But I wanted to give myself to my husband, my partner, and my love. I wanted his seed inside my body, being made a part of me. His precum was helping lube up my insides, once the head got in. He started slowly pumping, meeting my downward thrusts.
"Are you ok?" he asked. "I can see pain on your face."
"It hurts, Jim, but this is what I want. This is my gift to you, and your gift to me. Don't pull out, and don't stop, please."
He responded by pulling my mouth to his, and kissing me deeply. I got lost in his kiss, until I suddenly realized that I could feel his pubic hair tickling my asshole. He was in, to the hilt. We started moving together, him pulling back as I lifted, and then grinding our loins together. He put his arms around my back, wiggled his legs somehow, and leaned me over, putting me under him, my back against the opposite side of the tub. Then he slowly made love to me, pulling out until just the head of his dick was in me, and then slowly pushing back until he was buried completely. Not knowing what he was doing, he managed to find my prostate. Every time he hit it, he sent me into orbit.
"I don't know what you're hitting inside me," I said, "but you're going to make me cum."
He plunged in, and held it.
"If I can make it last, so can you," he said. "If you get close again, let me know."
"Yes, my love," I said, as I ran my hands gently up and down his back.
"Make love to me," I said, as I sought his lips again.
He started again, pulling out slowly, and pushing in slowly, hitting my prostate at least every other pass. He pushed into me again, and quit moving.
"I don't think I can hold off much longer," he said.
"Don't hold off on my account," I said. "I'm in heaven, but I can't wait to feel you make me yours."
He started pumping again, harder and faster. He picked me up out of the water, and pushed me back onto the ledge behind the tub. I locked my legs around his back, and humped into the onslaught of my butt. He leaned over, and, while continuing to pump deeply into me, took my dick in his mouth. Feeling the wet warmth of his mouth, the rough caressing of his tongue, I started coming unglued. I was humping his dick for all I was worth, and every time he drove into me, he swallowed more of my dick.
After only a minute or two of this double stimulation, I grabbed his head, and pushed his mouth down more on my dick. I'm surprised I didn't break his neck, but he did it.
"Oh, God, Jim, I'm cumming!!!" I yelled. And boy, did I cum. Spurt after spurt of cum shot into his sucking mouth, and he sucked it out of my balls. My ass twitched and quivered around his dick.
He started whimpering around my dick, pulled his mouth off of my still spurting rod, jammed his dick deep into my bowels, and went rigid, as I felt his cock spurting up deep inside me. I couldn't actually feel his cum as it entered me, but I felt his dick jerk, and jerk, and jerk.
He finally looked down at me, scooped cum off of my stomach, and lifted it too his lips. "Mmmmm, nectar of the gods," he said, as he licked cum off his fingers.
His dick still hard, and still in me, he leaned over and kissed me, deeply, once again, taking my breath away. This time, however, I tasted myself on his breath. It was a high I don't think I'll ever forget.
"Let's do it again," I said, smiling, and kissing him all at the same time.
"Later. I want you in me. I want to feel what you just felt. I watched you as I made love to you, and I want to feel what you felt."
"It might be easier if we went to bed, then," I replied.
"Suits me fine," he said.
We got out of the tub, dried each other off, blew out the candles, emptied the tub, and headed back to the bedroom. Being the thoughtful, and horny guy that he was (is), Jim snagged a tube of KY jelly out of our overnight bag, and brought it to the bed.
"You lay back, and let me get it started, like you did," he said.
I lay back, and he slicked up my dick.
"Do me a favor," he said.
"What's that, baby?" I asked.
"Loosen me up with your fingers?" he asked.
"Sure, baby, sure. In fact," I said, as I grabbed his legs, "I've got an idea I want to try," and I pushed his legs up, and leaned down, putting my face right at his crack. I sniffed, and all I smelled was the bath water!! I leaned in, stuck my tongue out and started licking his rose bud. As soon as my tongue touched his hole, he jerked, and moaned.
"You like?" I asked.
"I'll give you an hour to stop," he said.
He grabbed his knees, and pulled back, giving me a clear shot at his ass. I started french kissing his ass, rubbing my tongue all around his hole, and then started sticking my tongue up in him. There was an unusual tart taste, but to me, it was my man. I wouldn't have cared if I had been eating his raw shit, he was my man, and I was going to please him the best I could.
I was licking, and slobbering, and sticking my tongue as far up his ass as I could manage. He was moaning, and groaning, and bucking his hips into my mouth, grinding his ass against my invading tongue.
"Oh, man, Timmy, I can't take it!!! Please, make love to me NOW!!!" he said.
Like I said, all I wanted to do was please my man, so I put his legs on my shoulders, put the head of my dick up to his ass, and started pushing. Jim drew in a sharp breath as the head went in, and he grimaced a little, but he wiggled his but, and pushed himself up onto my dick. I pushed a little harder, and felt something inside him give, and then, WHAM, I was balls deep in my man.
"Oh, my God," Jim said. "You're in me!!"
"Yes, baby, you're mine now, and forever."
"You're the only person for me, Timmy. I only want to be with you. Make love to me, baby. Make love to me."
I started working his ass, just like he had done me. He was SSSOOOO tight; it was like having a wet volcano hugging my dick. The lube, and my lube, had slicked him up real good, and I had no problem moving in and out of him. I pulled back, ever so slowly, until just the head of my dick was in him. He squeezed his ass muscle so tight that I thought he was going to rip off the head of my dick!! So I pushed back into him, and he let loose, and my hot rod slowly slipped back inside his deep, wet, hotness.
"Oh, Timmy, this feels wonderful," Jim said.
"It's not so bad from where I stand, uh, lay," I replied.
He was pushing himself onto my dick, and, when I bottomed out in him, I'd tickle the skin around his hole with my pubic hair by grinding my hips around in a circle.
"I know what you mean about that spot," Jim said. "Every time you hit it, I see stars."
"You should see your face," I said. "You look like you're enjoying yourself."
"If I died right now, I would be a fulfilled man."
"If you died right now, I'd kill you," I said.
He shut me up by pulling me into a kiss. One of Jims mind blowing kisses. I don't know how he did it, but the boy can kiss. It was his kiss that pushed me over the edge. I could feel my orgasm start in the pit of my stomach. I broke the kiss, leaned over, and sucked his dick into my mouth, licking and sucking him for all I was worth.
"Oh, Timmy, here it comes, man!! Unnnnhhh, Unnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhh!!!!!"
And he started spurting. He came so much I had no choice but to swallow. His cum was saltier tasting than mine, and a little more bitter. But like he had said earlier, to me, it was ambrosia.
The spasm of his ass muscles around my dick sent me over the edge, and as he shot his last squirt, my orgasm finally bowled me over. I lifted off of his dick, leaned in, stuck my tongue all the way down his throat, and unloaded up his ass. The orgasm part lasted a lot longer than the spurting, as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. I was groaning into Jims mouth, and he was trying to keep me from choking him with my tongue.
My orgasm finally subsided, as did my jerking motions into Jims ass.
"Oh, Timmy, I love you so much." Tears were running down his face.
"Oh, Jim, I'm sorry!! I couldn't help myself," and I went to pull out.
He grabbed my hips, pulled me back into him and said, "I'm crying, because I'm complete. You are the other half of who I am, emotionally, and now physically. I'm crying because I'm happy, and I'm in love, and the most wonderful man in the world just made me his. I gave you my heart earlier, and now I've given you my body. Just hold me, and love me. Try to stay in me, please," he said.
I pulled his leg over my head, and turned around behind him, keeping my dick lodged up his ass. We were spooning, like we had done so many nights before. But tonight, we were truly one. We fell asleep with my dick still up in him.
Sometime in the middle of the night, the most wonderful feeling awakened me. My man was getting off on my hard dick up his ass. He was slowly pulling forward, and pushing back, riding me.
"Hey, cowboy, you could sit in my lap and ride if you wanted to," I said.
Without a word, he pulled off of me, turned around to face me, rolled me over onto my back, and impaled himself again. He bounced up and down on my rod, alternating between slow, deep penetration, and short, quick movements. I could tell he was massaging that magic spot up inside him.
"Tell me when you're close," I told him.
"Now or never, babe," he responded. I leaned up, and took his cock back in my mouth again, and sucked him while he rode me. He grabbed my head, and fucked my mouth, rocking off and onto my cock as he fucked his dick in and out of my mouth.
"Oh, God, Timmy, I love you," he said, and he erupted in my mouth. He came as much then as he had earlier. I had difficulty swallowing it all, but I managed. Then he leaned over, and kissed me, still bucking his hips up and down on my rod. I felt my orgasm coming, and I grabbed Jim, jammed my dick as far up his ass as I could get it, and let it fly. It was another powerful, intense orgasm that rocked me to my soul.
We were kissing before my orgasm stopped. I pulled Jim down onto me, kissing him for all I was worth. Coupled together like this, I rolled him over on his back, pulled out of him, got up on top of him, and worked his dick back up inside me again. I rode him just as hard as I could, pleasing my man the way he had done for me. It took a while, but he finally came in me, more feeling than substance, I'm sure.
This time, I turned around so that he was spooning me, his dick still in me, as we settled in to go back to sleep.
"I love you, Mr. Parson," I said.
"I love you, Mr. Parson," he replied.
I fell asleep, with my man still in me, more contented than I had ever been in my life. And this was just the first night of our life together. What would tomorrow hold for us? There was an airplane waiting to take us to Cancun, and a house waiting in Carrboro. I was happy. So very, very happy.
OK...so are you guys happy now??? What did you think? Was it everything you hoped for? It appears it was everything Jim and Tim were hoping for.
Thanks to all you guys for your responses. I appreciate you all. I'm glad that Tim and Jim seem real to you. The have become real for me as well.
Later, TJ