From: TJ BiDadWriter@yahoo.com
Disclaimers: The following is a work of fiction. Meaning, that, the people and events are not real, and never happened, except in my mind. All the other usual stuff applies. If you shouldn't be here, don't read it. If you don't like it, why are you here? Comments appreciated, flames deleted.
Classes finally started in August. I enjoyed all my classes, especially the ones Jim and I shared. It was interesting, the looks and stares we got when the Profs called our names. We were always sitting beside each other.
That made more than a few people nervous. There were a couple of classes where some macho jock, wanting to make himself look big, made crude remarks, but we dealt with each situation as it arose. Fortunately, no one ever threatened violence toward either of us.
After two weeks of classes, we settled into a routine. We each were taking 15 hours, and had to study our butts off. We got up in the morning, and almost without fail, started the day by sucking each other off. I love the taste of Jim first thing in the morning. Of course, I LOVE the feel of my man inside me anytime I can get it. We were usually pressed for time so we showered together whenever we could but usually we would take turns in the shower. Whoever was second, fixed our breakfast while the first one showered. After eating, the second one took his shower while the other one cleaned up breakfast and set out the clothes that we would wear that day. Because we wore the same size, we never got caught up in what was mine, or what was his. We had similar tastes, so we laid out clothes that we wanted to see the other one wear that day.
After breakfast, we dressed and usually had to run to catch the bus. Both of us had 8 or 8:30 AM classes everyday, and we always made it just in the nick of time. We would go to our classes, have lunch together, attend our afternoon classes, and then off to the library for study.
Our first semester at UNC, we both signed up for the social dance class as a P.E. requirement. Jean Trout, a wonderful lady, and her friend Lee, taught the class. Jim and I made no bones about being a couple, but we helped by partnering with whichever girl needed one. We did, however, get help from Jean who taught us how to lead-and-follow. In October, there was a formal dance being held, and everyone in the class was invited.
Jim looked quite dashing in a dark tux and matching vest. I'm never satisfied with my appearance, but I could tell from Jim's eyes that he liked the way I looked that night.
I know Jean was a little nervous for us because we decided to go as the couple that we were, thinking: 'screw anybody that has a problem with it'. We agreed to start out the evening by dancing with the girls from our class. But we also decided that the first tango was ours. In case you didn't know, the Tango was originally a dance just for men. Over the years it has become the sensuous dance people recognize, but we decided to start there. We got LOTS of stares, even though we weren't making hanky panky during the dance.
Actually, the evening went off without a hitch. We each danced with several partners, but after the tango, which came about an hour into the ball, we kept almost exclusively to each other. Nobody in the room could miss the love between us. Jean even commented at the end of the evening how well we danced with each other. She also complimented us on how well we were able to lead-and-follow. All in all, it was a rather fun night.
Don't get me wrong, as open a campus as UNC is, we still had our share of heckling and run-ins. But, as I mentioned before, nothing happened like the bad experience Jim had in high school.
Anyway, school trudged along, actually, it flew. Before we knew it, it was Thanksgiving. Of course, each our parents wanted us at their house for the big meal, so we compromised. We had an early lunch (11:00am) at my folks house and then had an early dinner (5pm) at the Masons. By bedtime, I was stuffed! We decided to sleep at the Mason's house for the night.
It was a little awkward for us. It was the first time we had slept with each other, at either of our parent's homes, since we moved in together. And, as I figured, Jim was feeling randy.
"We're at your folks house, for gosh sakes!" I said to him.
"They know we're married now," he said.
"Don't you think that's pushing the envelope a little far, Mr. Scream-when-I-cream?"
"Well, if my mouth is full, maybe I won't make any noise."
"I'd have to smother you to keep you quiet," I replied.
All the time we were talking, he was rubbing me, gently, playing with my tits.
"Dammit, Jim, stop that. I'm getting too turned on for my own good!"
"That's the idea, my love. That's the idea."
I couldn't help myself. I was in love. If my man wanted me, he was going get me. I just knew that I was going to be embarrassed at the breakfast table, but it would be worth it.
We always slept nude, so we didn't have to worry about getting each other undressed. Jim was still working on my tits, so I pretty well knew that he wanted to be the aggressor tonight. That was ok by me. While I enjoyed being the "top", I much preferred Jim to be. He felt the same.
Sometimes, however, I was in the mood to be aggressive, almost without fail, it was the same nights (or mornings, on the weekends) that Jim wanted me to. Ain't love grand!!
I was already hard, and dripping before he ever got on top of me. He finally crawled over and laid down on me, grinding his wonderful cock into mine. He started by gently kissing me, as usual, making me see stars. I know I've already mentioned this, but, I'm telling you, I still see stars today, eighteen years later.
I was almost whimpering, wanting him so much.
"Jim, please, baby, take me now. I need you. Please, baby, fill me with your love."
"Whatever you desire, my love," he said to me.
His dick was also dripping profusely, so he started rubbing it all around my rose bud. Then he gently started pushing in, a little at a time, letting his natural lubricant slick me up. This way always took longer, but we both preferred it.
I was moaning already, and he looked at me and said; "Who was it calling me Mr.-Can't-Be-Quiet?"
"I'm sorry, baby, you just make me feel so good, so loved. I'm the luckiest man on earth, because you chose me."
"I love you too, baby," he said, right about the time he bottomed out in me.
He was kissing me, trying to suck my tongue down his throat, and I was letting him. The way he made me feel, his dick sliding in and out of me, always slowly at first, both of us, wanting the experience to last. The way I felt when he kissed me, I was always in heaven when we made love.
We almost always made love slowly now. In fact, since our commitment ceremony less than six months before, there had really only been about four "quickies" for either of us. I loved feeling his long dick slowly sliding in and out, in and out. He was a master, and I was his work of art. He knew just how to massage my prostate, keeping me on the edge for a long, long time. He was almost always able to make me cum with him, just by the way he fucked me. I loved it!
Tonight was no different. He had been stroking my ass for about forty-five minutes when I noticed that he was close. He leaned down and sucked my dick into his mouth. I LOVED it when he did that. We've gotten a little older now, and a little less limber, but occasionally, we can still do it. He was working my knob hard, and his thrusting was beginning to get a little erratic.
"Oh, Jim, baby!! I'm there!" I almost screamed.
My orgasm started in the pit of my stomach, and then erupted through my dick, into his hungry mouth. I felt him jam his dick all the way in me, and I felt him twitching, knowing that he was filling me with his seed. I was panting, and so was he. It was an intense orgasm, partly I guess, because we were at his folks house, and partly because we were having to be quiet. Whatever it was, I liked it!
After a few minutes, he pulled his mouth off my now clean dick and kissed me, deeply, lovingly.
"Timmy, I love you so much. You are the world to me, you know."
"And I love you, too, Jim. Without you, I am nothing. I love you so much."
He lifted my leg, scooted around behind while still in me, and we spooned until his dick woke up again.
"May I?" he asked.
"Can't believe you're asking," I said. "My body is yours, for your pleasure. Use me, my love."
And he did. This time he lasted for almost an hour. I loved, and love, making love with Jim. He feels so wonderful in me. I can feel his love more strongly when we're one like that.
Anyway, he made love to me for an hour, licking and kissing my neck, occasionally kissing, always gently rubbing my nipples, my dick and balls, all over me. Just gentle touching and rubbing, wanting to make it last. Finally, neither of us could wait any longer . He pulled out, flipped me on my back, and shoved right back in. Once again, he sucked me into his mouth, and brought us both off at the same time.
When the euphoria had worn off, he spooned up behind me again, inside me, like I prefer, and we drifted off to sleep.
Sure enough, the following morning, Mrs. Mason looked at us with a funny, knowing smile. I could have died, but Jim took it all in stride.
We visited for a while, but, Jim and I had to get back to Carrboro, so, we packed up the car, called my mom to let her know we were leaving, and we were gone. Our first family holiday since getting married, and everything went fine. Our dads were finally accepting of our life completely, even to the point of hugging both of us when we arrived, and as we left. I finally felt secure.
We stopped in Greensboro at Four Seasons Mall to do some Christmas shopping. I made a mental note to myself to stay as far away from a retail store as possible on the day after Thanksgiving for the rest of my life! I couldn't believe the people, not just the number, but how vicious some of them were! I mean fighting over kids toys for gosh sakes. Jim felt the same way. We didn't stay too long but did manage to put a BIG dent in our Christmas list.
When we got home, we decided to call Marc to see how he was. We got his brother, who told us that Marc had picked up a shift for someone and wouldn't be in until Saturday night. We asked him to have Marc give us a call when he got in.
Saturday morning, we hit K-Mart and Roses (yes, there were STILL Roses stores back then! My, how time flies!) to get decorations for our tree and for the front porch. Jim decided that we were going to have a bright Christmas. He wound up putting lights up all over the porch and the bushes. Our power bill went through the roof, but it made him so happy.
We stopped at a lot and picked up our first Christmas tree (well, as a married couple anyway). We both thought it was beautiful, if a bit too expensive, but we bought the kind you could plant in the yard after Christmas. As far as I know, that tree is still there in the front yard, near the street.
We spent the afternoon decorating. While I was helping Jim with the lights on the porch, I left the front door open with the storm door closed so we could hear the phone when Marc called. We had run over to the Hallmark shop at South Square Mall to get an 'Our First Christmas' ornament. It showed a male and female bear, but hey, it still said 'First Christmas'. I was happy.
Our tree was gorgeous. We had white lights together with gold and blue ornaments in glass and satin. We took pictures of everything. I still think it was one of the prettiest trees we've ever had.
Marc finally called around 6, we invited him over for the evening and church the following morning. He accepted, and he pulled up about 7:30 PM. We ordered out pizza, and just sat around visiting. He had met a nice guy at the grocery store, near his house, on the Tuesday before Thanksgiving. They had talked a little and exchanged phone numbers. Steve was not expected back until Sunday afternoon, and they planned to have dinner that night. We told Marc how excited we were for him.
We finally got to bed, and, as usual on a Saturday night (or any night at that point in our lives) we made love. Just like Thursday night at his parents, Jim made love to me twice without pulling out. And, just like Friday morning, Sunday morning Marc made a sidewise comment about the noise. I just looked at Jim and smiled.
We had made a habit of attending Olin T Binkley Baptist Church. While there were some folks that didn't approve of us, there were others that accepted us with open arms. We really loved, and still love that church.
Marc came back to the house for lunch, and stayed until about 2:30, when he left to go home and get ready for his date. We both jumped right into studying. Finals were coming in two weeks and we both had papers and projects due.
Before we knew it, finals were over, and Christmas was only four days away. Marc and Steve had been on several dates already, and, because of our example, Marc told Steve he wanted to wait before they became intimate. Steve thought it was a good idea. Our opinion of him went up immediately.
Steve was a really nice guy, average height, brown hair, and green eyes. He was fairly muscular since he worked out regularly. He worked for a property development company in Raleigh. At 24, he was secure in his job, and already buying a house of his own. He lived alone, except for his cat. He had been in a pretty involved relationship, but the guy graduated from college, and decided the money he could make in New York was more valuable than his relationship with Steve. Their relationship had ended a little over a year ago, and Steve had dated some, but didn't care for the gay disco scene in the triangle area.
Needless to say, Jim and I really liked him, and it was obvious that Marc liked him too. I seem to remember that same look, when I used to look at Jim. He had it bad, and we couldn't be happier for the two of them.
We had invited them to the Christmas party we were hosting and they showed up early to help us get ready. Steve was a natural host, witty, charming, and intelligent. Marc could hardly keep away from him. He told me privately that he was scared Steven might meet someone he liked better. I told Marc to chill out because, if he started acting possessive and jealous, he would drive Steve away.
A few minutes later, Steve said almost the same thing to me. I know he was initially offended when I laughed but when I finally calmed down, and explained that Marc had just said the same thing to me, he actually blushed.
"You mean he really likes me that much?" Steve asked.
"Yes, Steve. I've only known Marc since June, but I've never seen him act like this about anybody. I see the way he looks at you, and I see the way you look at him. Both of you have it bad," I said.
"Thanks, Tim," Steve said. "I needed to hear that. When Bruce left me, it really hurt my self image. I try not to let other people see how I really feel about myself, especially the people I like. Actually, I've only dated two or three people since Bruce, and I didn't like any of them like I do Marc. He makes me feel safe, and happy, and crazy, and...I don't know. I just like being around him."
"I know, Steve," I said. "We like Marc a lot too, and we enjoy spending time with him. Jim and I talked about the two of you last night, and we already realized how good you two are together. I just hope you're serious about your decision to wait to be intimate. Jim and I waited for over a year, and man, was it worth it! Our honeymoon was special for a lot of reasons, but, knowing that we had waited, that made it 'really' special."
"Well, unfortunately, Marc won't be my first, but I won't be his first either."
"But, waiting until you're sure will do a lot for your self image. You'll know that it was worth the wait, and if for some reason that I can't possibly fathom, the two of you don't make it, you'll feel better for not having given that special part of yourself to someone who no longer cares for you."
"How did someone so young get to be so wise?" he asked me.
"Good raising," I replied.
He leaned over, and gave me a big hug. "Thanks for being a friend, Tim. I really appreciate it."
I hugged him back and said, "Think nothing of it. Jim and I feel really blessed to call you our friend as well. Now, I think you and Marc may need a few minutes alone, don't you agree?"
He just grinned at me and said, "Yeah, I guess I need to let him know that if he wants me, I'm his, and nobody else's."
He turned and walked into the living room, whispered in Marcs ear, and they headed for the guest bedroom. They were only gone about 20 minutes, but when they came out, they were both beaming like sunshine. Ahhh, the beginning of love is grand!!
The party was wonderful. Just twenty or thirty of our friends from school attended along with a few of the more open minded friends from church. All in all, it was a wonderful evening.
At one point, Marc pulled me into my bedroom shut the door, and gave me a big hug.
"Thank you, Tim!" he was beaming.
"You're welcome, Marc. I'm just glad the two of you got that straightened out."
"Me too! It was such a relief. I really do care about him a lot. In fact, I'm pretty sure I'm falling in love with him."
"No!! You???" I mocked him, laughingly.
"Yes, me! And it's wonderful. I never knew I could feel like this. I feel like I'm walking on clouds."
"It shows, Marc. It shows!"
We went back to the party, and Jim asked me what was going on. Young Love!, I told him. He smiled, kissed me on the cheek, then dragged me under the mistletoe and gave me a proper kiss. Every one standing around us started making silly comments, because Jim was making me see stars, as usual. When he finally let me up for breath, all I could say was, "WOW!" The folks around us just laughed.
The party finally wound down, and we invited Marc and Steve to spend the night.
"I'd better not do that," Steve said.
"Why?" asked Jim.
"I made a promise to Marc and myself that we would wait. I'm so in love tonight, and I feel so wonderful, that I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to control myself. I want our first time to be special, and while it would be special tonight, it's not the right time yet," he said.
"Steve," Marc said, "I couldn't have put it better. I really do love you, you know."
Steve blushed, looked at Marc with a sweet puppy dog look, and said, "I know. And I love you too, Marc."
Jim looked at Marc, then Steve, and said, "Uh, Steve. Your, uh, object of affection is, uh, standing under the mistletoe."
Steve and Marc both looked up, and, sure enough, he was. Steve just grinned and laid a serious kiss on Marc. I could tell from their expressions that both of them had seen stars.
"Well, we don't want to be contributing to anybody's delinquency, so, you two had better scoot," I said.
"Trying to get rid of us are you?" Marc asked.
"Never!" said Jim. "But, we're leaving for home tomorrow, and you've got a 10 AM flight don't you?"
"You know my schedule too well," Marc replied.
"What are you guys doing for New Years?" Steve asked.
"We were just going to go out for dinner," I said.
"How about the two of you coming over for the evening. I've got something special I'd like you to be a part of."
"Does that invitation include me?" Marc asked.
"Actually, my love, you're the reason I want them there."
"Huh?" Marc asked.
Steve dropped down on one knee, took Marc's hand and said; "I know we haven't known each other very long, and until tonight, I wasn't really sure of our relationship, but I was hoping you cared for me as much as I care for you. And this much I do know, I love you with every fiber of my being. When you're with me, I can't think of anything else. When you're not with me, I can only think of you. At work, I get lost in thought about you, your laugh, your smile, how beautiful you are to me, how I feel complete when I'm with you. I need you in my life. I want you in my life. I was hoping that we would settle how we felt about each other tonight." He kissed Marc's hand and said, "Will you be my life partner?"
And with that question, he pulled a small box out of his pocket and opened it up. There was a beautiful monogram ring, but with no monogram.
"If you agree, I'll have the ring engraved with our initials intertwined," he said.
Marc looked like he was about to cry. He dropped to his knees, pulled Steve into a big hug and said, "Yes, Steve, it would be my honor to be your life's partner. I love you!"
They kissed again.
"I want us to be together as soon as possible, so, if you're interested, I thought we could have our own commitment ceremony on New Year's Eve," said Steve.
"I can think of nothing I'd rather do," said Marc.
"Timmy, Jim, will you stand with us?" Steve asked.
"Nothing would please us better," Jim said for us.
"I've got some things to get planned, but I'll get in touch with you just after Christmas with the details, if that's ok."
"Steve, if there's anything we can do to help, let us know," I said. "We're so happy and excited for the two of you."
Jim walked up behind, put his arms around me, kissed me on the neck and said, "I love you, Timothy Parson."
"And I you, Jim Parson."
I turned in his embrace so that we were facing each other, and I kissed my partner, my lover, my best friend. This was going to be a wonderful Christmas. And with the celebration I figured Steve had planned, I knew the New Year was looking up as well.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------- Well, that's all for now, folks. Hope you have a wonderful holiday season. Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Happy Holidays, and Happy Kwanza to you all. TJ