Date: Thu, 01 Mar 2007 17:12:36 -0600
From: David J <boricuaholandes@hotmail.com>
Subject: All Good Things - Chapter 13

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All Good Things
Chapter 13 -- The Last "War Eagle"

	I remember with great clarity the first day of graduate school at Auburn
University.  I was intimidated by the new surroundings, by the people in my
department, and by the fact that I was more than a thousand miles from home.
  I'd chosen the school though so that I could get away from Toronto for a
bit.  There was so much there that reminded me of the negativity of my
break-up with Adan and the ensuing events.  I needed the opportunity to
reclaim some of my self that Adan had chipped away in our three year
relationship.  He'd taken something out of me, and I needed that chance to
get it back, on my own and for myself.  In the process of this
self-exploration, I met Tony.  He was an amazing man that I became more than
thankful for in every aspect of my life.  He taught me that not all gay men
are the evil spawn of Satan, and that love was a powerful thing with which
few people were entrusted.  Together, he and I grew into something that I
thought was wonderful beyond words in either of the languages that I speak.

	Our final semester had started off splendidly.  There was a reconciliation
with Adan, which gave me closure over that part of my life, and Magda had
seemingly changed, though I still kept my eye out for sabotage and trickery
on her part.  She was getting more comfortable, though, and so I had to rely
less and less on my keen senses.  Tony's internship started and went
smoothly for the 10 weeks he was working at a local design firm.  He loved
it so much because he was able to show off his talents as well as use some
of his artistic skills.  His final project, which was a culmination of the
work he'd done with the internship was enjoyed by everyone in his
department, and even won him kudos from the president of the University, Dr.
Ed Richardson.  Mine started off well enough, but I quickly found myself
overly stressed by the sheer idea of the comprehensive examinations that I
was to take at the beginning of March, right around my birthday.  Together
with several friends from the department, we had nightly study sessions that
covered topics ranging from Middle Age literature to 20th Century Latin
American Theatre.  Things turned out well, and I was truly fortunate in that
I passed all ten of the exams with relative ease, thus assuring my
graduation at the ceremony at the first part of May.  After that moment,
things went far more smoothly for both of us, as we were able to concentrate
on more important things, like where we were going to live and work.

	Tony made a convincing argument in favor of Charlotte.  He pointed out that
there were as many opportunities for the use of my major in Charlotte as
there were in Toronto, a city five times the size of his hometown but with
almost as many Spanish speakers.  Then again, my argument for Toronto was
just as sound, pointing out that people there seemed to always want fresh
and new ways of thinking and that for as talented a designer as him, it
would be an excellent opportunity to showcase his true talents, and do it
all from the comfort of the fifth largest metropolitan area in North
America.  After what became our first "heated discussion," Tony and I
decided that we would apply for jobs in both cities, and that the first city
where we could both easily find a job would be where we would settle, at
least for the time being.  We were both offered jobs in both cities, but the
department responsible for immigration to the US wouldn't issue me Permanent
Residence status because my father had been a diplomat in Cuba at one point
in his life.  I didn't understand their reasoning, but I lived with the
decision.  In the end, it was mutually decided that we would settle in
Toronto.  We'd spent the two weeks before graduation scouring the internet
for houses and condos in Toronto, but found few options that fit into both
of our preferences.  We'd settled on three, but we'd not yet contacted a
real estate agent to see any of the properties, given that we were so far
away.  Tony also had this machista attitude about pulling his own weight,
despite the fact that I had enough money to outright buy any of the three
places we'd found that we could live with.  He and I had our second "heated
discussion" on that issue alone.  We finally agreed that we would each pay
half of the cost of the home we agreed upon.  My half would be paid up front
as the down payment, and he would make monthly mortgage payments on the
remaining half.

      With that issue out of the way, we were comfortably able to plan for
graduation.  Most of our families were coming down for the ceremony.  The
plan was that Mom and Danny would fly to Charlotte, meet Nani, Gui, Martin,
and Maria, and then the six of them would drive a car to Auburn.  (Jane and
Jean-Marc, as well as Tony's parents, had things come up at the last minute
before traveling, and as a result weren't able to attend the services.
Magda was especially upset, given that she and I had only just started to
get to know one another.  The remainder of the Harpers were in Niagara
settling the divorce of my aunt and uncle.  Joey and Val were both working
all the time, so neither of them were able to come down either.)  We'd
rented four hotel rooms for the event, lucking up and finding the last
remaining rooms in the area for the nights immediately before and after
graduation.  Mom and Nani got their own rooms.  Gui and Maria were sharing a
room, while Danny and Martin were sharing a room with two queen sized beds.
Danny told me that he'd spoken with Martin and that the Cisneros boy made
him promise not to bring any girls to the room while he was there.  Not
because he was afraid of Danny having rough hetero sex, but more because he
didn't want to get jealous of the hotness of the girls that would be paying
attention to my well-intentioned, but horny post-teenaged brother.  Danny
further promised Martin that if he did find a girl, he would find one just
as hot for him.  Martin laughed about the proposition, but accepted.

      As that final week of my graduate school career closed, I felt a sort
of sadness that I'd be leaving.  That place, after all, was the place I knew
to be home for such a long part of my short history.  That Friday, as I was
leaving my office for the very last time as a student, I silently whispered
"War Eagle."  It was the last time as I student that I'd have the
opportunity to say those words.  I didn't bother cleaning out my office at
that point, because I'd still have two weeks after graduation to get it
done.  With the week that Tony and I had planned for a vacation after
graduation, I still had one more week to get all of the accumulated crap out
of my office before it was lost to antiquity.

      I walked home that warm Spring afternoon and remembered fondly the
place that I'd grown familiar with over the time I'd spent there.  Again, a
feeling of sadness enveloped me as I walked past the Pharmacy school and
Business building.  I was setting out for a better position in life, thanks
to that place, and I was more than happy that I'd be sharing that time with
Tony.  Once I was home, there wasn't much time to sit and reminisce.  The
Henry and Cisneros clans had already made it to Auburn and were settling
into their rooms at the Hilton Gardens, just a few miles away from where
Tony and I lived, nestled between Auburn and Opelika, the twin cities of Lee
County, Alabama.

      What normally was a five minute drive turned out to be much longer as
a result of all the traffic that was in town for the ceremony.  I'm sure
that proud parents and generous alumni were in town for the event.  As we
pulled into the hotel, Danny was still unpacking things from the car he and
Mom had rented in Charlotte for the trip down.

      "Hey Danny," I said as I walked to him after we'd parked the BMW just
a few spaces away.

	"Hey Jake.  How is my favorite brother?"

	"I'm you're only brother," I said as I gave him a tremendously firm hug.

	"That makes you favorite by default, then."

	"What about me?" Tony asked.

	"You're my favorite...um...You're my favorite Tony."

	"I'm you're only Tony."

	"Then again, you're favorite by default."  The two of them embraced as if
they were family.  Hell, Tony was well a part of the Henry family unit.  It
was almost as if we were both known as `Tony and David' and that we'd lost
our own personal identities a bit at times.  "So help me with this shit, if
you don't mind."

	"No problem," Tony and I responded as we each grabbed a bag from the trunk
of the car.  We walked into the hotel's decorated lobby and made our way to
the Danny and Martin's room.  It was on the second floor of the hotel, while
the other three were on the fourth.  We dropped off the suitcase that I was
carrying and walked up to Mom's room to deliver the other two.

	As was her modis operandi, Mom hugged the two of us before even speaking
our names out loud.  "So are you two ready for tomorrow?" she asked in a
high-pitched, almost school girl tone.

	"I am ready," Tony said affirmatively.

	"As am I," I said with equal force.

	"Good.  It's a big day for both of you, and I want you to enjoy it so much.
  Tony, you're the first person in your family to graduate, right?"

	"Yes ma'am," Tony said with pride.

	"Well, Congratulations.  Here," she handed him an envelope.  His eyes
bugged as he looked at what was inside.

	"I can't take..."

	"Don't argue with me, Antonio Cisneros."

	"OOH! BOTH NAMES!" Danny joked as was walking out of the room.  Mom didn't
correct his as she normally would have done.

	"Ignore my youngest.  This is for you to enjoy.  Buy yourself something
with it.  Don't spent it on Jake; don't spend it on anyone but yourself."

	"And Jake," she handed me another envelope, which I opened skeptically.  I
knew that Tony was getting a nice check from my Mom as a congratulatory
prize, but I wasn't expecting anything from her.

	"OH MY GOD!" I said as I looked at the check enclosed.  "MOM!"

	"Like I said, don't argue with me, Jacob.  It's for you.  You've earned
it."

	"I can pay off my student loans with this," Tony commented.

	"No need," I stated as I gazed at the check for $100,000 that Mom had
written to me.

	"What?" he asked.

	"That was your graduation present from me," I said.

	"Jake!" he said in protest.  "You know how I feel about things like that.
Besides, I could have never afforded to give you anything near that amount."

	"Tony.  I did it because I love you.  It's only a very small fraction of
the wealth you've given me over the last two years.  Let's not argue about
this now."

	"You knew that I didn't want you to do that though," he said as what
appeared to be "heated discussion number 3" was beginning to commence.

	"Tony.  Yes I knew that, but I wanted to do it because you've worked so
hard over this last year and a half, and I couldn't stand to see you bogged
down for the next decade trying to pay those off."  He huffed for a moment.
"And if our situations were reversed, you would have done that very same
thing for me."

	"Probably," he whispered.

	"OK then.  There's no harm in me doing something like that for you.  What I
have is yours, and you know that."

	"It's just that I..."

	"Don't argue with me right now."

	"Yes sir," he said.  A smile eventually crept onto his face and he leaned
over and kissed me on the lips.

	"OOH GROSS!  QUEER KISSING!" Gui jokingly said as he came into Mom's room,
which in itself had become a sort of gathering place for the combined forces
of the Canuckistani Cheering Squad, as Danny referred to them at one point.
Maria was quick to slap him on the arm, as was Nani and my mother.  "I was
just joking!" he protested.

	"Be nice!" Maria said in defense of us.  "It's just like when we kiss like
that, baby."  She leaned up and kissed him on the lips.  I'd not noticed
their height difference really before that point, but it was enough of a
variation to force her to step on his tip-toes to reach Gui's red lips.

	"I guess you're right."

	"I'm glad you realized that.  It will save us a lot of heartache in the
future."

	"Yes ma'am."

	"Alright.  So I'm hungry!" Danny announced.  "Anything good around here?"

	"There are a few chain places around Opelika.  Auburn is probably packed,
though," Tony suggested.

	"Alright.  I feel like a steak."

	"There's an Outback on Opelika Road," Tony said.

	"That sounds good.  I could use a drink, too," Danny stated.

	"Ahh...little brother.  You can't drink in public in Alabama."

	"What!?!?!" he said in disbelief.

	"Yeah.  You have to be 21 to drink in the states," Martin sagely advised.

	"That so fucking sucks!" Danny said without realizing Mom and Nani were
still in the room.

	"Daniel Henry!" the two elder women said in tandem.  Snickering followed
from the four of us as the Mom and Nani exited the room into the hall.
Danny looked and shook his head.  He wanted to play like he was offended,
but it wouldn't work with us.  We knew that he was laughing at himself on
the inside.

	Tony and I rode with Mom and Nani in the rented car, while the rest of them
drove in Gui's SUV.  Our logic was that it was easier to find two spaces
than three.  Within just a few minutes, we'd wound our way around to where
Outback was situated.  Being that it was not only a Friday, but the Friday
before graduation, there was a somewhat long wait for a table.  It didn't
bother us, though, as we were happy to be in one another's company.  The
hour-long wait flew by, but by the time our turn in line had come, we were
all feeling the pains of having not eaten in a while.  The hostess seated us
at a large round table in the rear of the building.  We waited for a second
on our waitress, though, as the restaurant was completely full.  When she
did finally come to the table, she took an instant liking to Daniel.  Most
girls did, which infuriated many of the men in his world.  Martin wasn't,
though, nor was Gui, since Maria was sitting right there with him.

	"So what can I get you to drink?" she asked Danny first.

	"I'd like water, please."

	"Watching your figure or something?" she asked, playfully flirting with my
brother.

	"No ma'am.  I just like water," he answered, letting her know quickly that
she wasn't his type.  As he would have said it, he preferred a woman with a
little meat on her bones.  As a skinny, bubbly blond girl, she didn't fit
his bill.

	"And for you?" she turned to Martin, who was seated to Danny's left.
Unlike my brother, he thought this girl was hot, and anyone looking at him
could see it in the look in his eyes.

	"Sweet tea, please."

	"Alright," she answered, not feeling the same way about Martin than she did
about Danny.  She continued around the table until everyone had ordered
something different, it seemed.  Tony and Gui were the only two who ordered
the same thing, each settling on Diet Coke.

	When she walked away, Danny looked at Martin and smiled.  "You don't think
she's hot?" the younger Cisneros asked.

	"Nope.  I like thick girls."  Martin looked at him for a second until he
realized that Danny was saying that he preferred girls a little on the plump
side.  "Speaking of, Jake, Matilda said to tell you hello."

	"You still talk to her?"

	"Yeah.  We see each other about once a month for...um...lunch."  He almost
forgot that he was in polite company.  He definitely would have said that
around Mom, but didn't want to seem impolite in front of Nani and Maria.

	"It's OK, Danny.  `Lunch' is a very healthy part of life," Nani said,
picking up on his apprehension of saying such a thing around her.

	"Personally, I prefer `lunch' three times a day," Gui joked.

	"For me, though, it's more like a snack," Maria shot back quickly.
Everyone at the table seemed to laugh heartily at the remark.  Gui's face
turned a bright shade of red, which prompted more laughter from the crowd.

	The waitress brought our drinks back to the table just a few minutes later
and took our order for dinner.  Neither of us really felt like an appetizer;
we were ready for real food, as Tony said.  The skinny girl realized that
Martin was her best shot for getting a good tip, and paid special attention
to his order.  Coyly, he asked about something on the menu.  She responded
by nudging closely into him and completely answering his question about the
dish.  He made up something about being allergic to shellfish as his reason
for asking.  As she made her way around the table, she carefully took each
of our orders and then promised to have the food right out.

	"I think Martin wants to have lunch with her," Gui said, forcing a slight
chuckle from Danny.

	"He better not do it in our room!" Danny warned.  "Hey Jake.  Mind if I
crash at your place tonight?"

	I looked at Tony, who seemed indifferent about the request.  "Sure.  I
guess."

	"Now you can have lunch all night long!" Danny said as he winked at Martin
and sipped his water.  He seemed a little red in the cheeks, especially when
Mom and Nani giggled under their breath.

	"David!" a voice came from behind us.  I turned to see Gilda, the first
year coordinator for the Auburn Spanish program and Julia, her assistant,
walking toward the table.

	"Hey!" I said as I stood to give both of them a hug.  "How are you?"

	"Good.  Listo para graduarse manana?" Gilda asked.  (Ready to graduate
tomorrow?)

	"Claro.  Les quiero a ustedes, pero bien listo estoy para irme de aqui!" I
stated.  (Oh yeah.  I love you guys, but I'm ready to be gone from here.)

	"Entiendo.  Deseo que pudiera mudarme afuera, pero no es posible ahora,"
Julia said, waving her hand as only a true Cubana could do.

	"I'd like to introduce you guys to some people," I said as I turned again
to face the table.  "You guys know Tony."

	"Ay Tony," Gilda said before making a growing sound and winking at him.

	"This is Martin, Tony's brother."

	"Nice to meet you," they said.

	"Likewise," Martin replied.

	"And that's Danny, my brother."

	"He's the kid brother that was raised in Cuba?" Julia asked.

	"Si.  Soy yo," Danny said.

	"And that's Martin, Tony's older brother."  He waved at the ladies, who
smiled at him.  "And with his is Maria."  The same courtesy was extended to
her as well.  "Tony's grandmother, Nani."

	"Mucho gusto, senora," they said to her.

	"Igualmente," she said.

	"And this is my, Mom."

	"Mucho gusto, senora Henry.  Tu hijo es el mas agradable de todos los
estudiantes posgraduados.  Vamos a perder mucho en la manana," Gilda said.
(It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Henry.  Your son is the most pleasant of
all the post graduates.  We're going to lose a lot in the morning.)

	"Gracias para decirlo," Mom answered.  "Pensamos bien en el tambien."
(Thanks for saying that.  We think well of him also.)

	"Guys.  This is Gilda Sanchez and Julia Donaldson, the first year
coordinators for the Spanish program here at Auburn."

	"Mira.  Solo ibamos a decir hola.  Sabemos que estas ocupado con tu
familia," Gilda said as she gracefully tried to exit the situation before
causing any major interruption.  (Look.  We just wanted to say hi.  We know
that you're busy with your family.)

	"No hay problema.  Francamente, me alegra que esten aqui.  No se si voy a
tener la oportunidad para decir esto manana, pero voy a extranarles a
ustedes.  Me han dado mucho, y todo, TODO su apoyo me ha significado mucho a
mi.  Gracias."  I reached in and hugged each of the ladies.  (It's not a
problem.  Frankly, I'm glad that you both are here.  I don't know if I will
have the opportunity to say this tomorrow, but I am going to miss you guys a
lot.  You have given me a lot, and all, ALL your support has meant a lot to
me.  Thank you.)

	The ladies returned the hug and chatted for a quick second before returning
to their husbands on the other side of the restaurant.  Just as they left,
the waitress, along with two others to help her carry our plates to the
table.  Most everyone had ordered a steak, except for Maria and Nani, who'd
both ordered a chicken dish.  The table fell quiet as we began to consume
our food.  The day faded into night as we sat at the table.  Those of our
little group who had been traveling all day were ready to return to the
hotel for a night's sleep.  Danny stayed there with them, but only after
realizing that despite the fact that our family was in town, that night was
to be the last night that Tony and I would be students.  I planned to make
the most of every moment of that night, because even though we'd still be
there for a few weeks, that was the last night that we'd be students.
(Often times, it's strange what I choose to celebrate.)  After hugging each
of them in the lobby of the hotel, Tony and I set off for the apartment.

	It seemed that we'd started to make out before I could even get the door
unlocked.  Our neighbors, Chelsea and Katie hooped and hollered as we
entered our apartment and they came out of theirs.  Tony and I smiled and
waved, but quickly shut the door, closing ourselves in the apartment for a
night alone with one another.  We walked to the couch and quickly pulled the
t-shirts we were wearing off of each other's body.  I didn't even pay
attention to where I was flinging his shirt.  It didn't really matter as I
just wanted him to take me in his arms and kiss me without regard to
anything around us.

	"Jake," he said as he stopped kissing me for a second.

	"Yes, my love?"

	"I am so happy that I met you.  You make me happy."

	"You make me happy, too.  You also make me very, very horny."  He ran his
hand down my torso and felt the growing bulge.  He squeezed it once, just
hard enough to make me more than horny.

	"Wow.  You are horny!"

	"I'm always get horny when I think about you.  Which means that I'm horny
most of the time."  I smiled with him as he just stood there and looked at
me.

	"You know, baby.  I get the same way.  I was at the office one day and got
to thinking about you.  I got so horny that I had to go into the washroom
and jerk off."

	"Really?" I asked, not believing him at first.

	"Yep.  I just locked the door and five minutes later was cumming in the
bowl."  He smiled.

	"That is so...strange, but it's flattering, if that can be both."

	"Yeah.  It can.  I felt weird, but was in such a good mood when I went back
to work."

	"Did you wash your hands?"

	"Three times before I left the bathroom."

	"Cool," I said as I kissed him on the lips.

	"I love it when you do that."  So, of course, I had to do it again.  He
giggled for a second before returning the kiss.  "What would you say if I
cut my hair?" he asked randomly.

	"You would be hot, even if you shaved your head."  He rubbed his hand
through the hair that I'd been growing, since I'd not shaved mine in a long
time.

	"You want to do it for me?"

	"Cut your hair?"

	"Shave my head."  I smiled.

	"I will go to the ends of the earth for you, as long as you don't cheat on
me," I said, in a joking tone.  I was serious, in a sense, though as well.

	"I would never do that to you on purpose," he responded.

	"I know.  You are the first man that I've trusted outside my family in a
very long time, and I love you so much for giving me the opportunity to
trust you."

	"You are amazing, Jacob Michael Henry."

	"Thank you, Antonio Cisneros."

	"So let's get to work!" he said as he took me by the hand and dragged me
into the bathroom.  I pulled the electric clippers from beneath the sink and
plugged it into the socket in the room.  Tony pulled off his shorts and
underwear when I wasn't looking.  "I was thinking I would ask you to shave
something else, too, while you were at it."  I looked at his pubic bush.  It
was nicely groomed, but I'd always wondered what it would look like if he
had no hair down there at all.

	"I can do that."

	"Start with little Tony first."

	"There is nothing little about that, Tono."  He giggled a little bit and
rubbed his face.  I got onto my knees in front of him.  The clippers began
to buzz as I flicked the switch.  "You sure?"

	"Yeah."  I swiped the clippers a few times and got rid of the shag.  Tony
was holding his hands over his face.  "This is gonna itch in a few days."

	"I'll help you scratch it, if you'd like."

	"Probably too much!" Tony said as he chuckled.  I grabbed a razor and some
shaving lotion from below the sink and prepared his area for the total
absence of hair.  I gently stroked the razor along the remaining hair from
above his dick.  After wiping the area with a towel, I ran my hand across
it.

	"Feel good?"

	"It always feels good when you touch me."

	"Cool," I answered as I pulled his dick up to shave the hair from his
nutsack.

	"OOH!  That feels REALLY good," he said after I finished and wiped the
remaining shaving cream from his balls.  I gently blew on the large, smooth
globe before me.  He moaned, and his dick twitched a little bit.  "My God, I
wish I had some silk boxers right now."

	"Maybe I should run some place and get you some," I said as I washed his
pubic area.

	"NO!  At least not right now."

	"Why not?"

	"Because we may have to do it before you shave my head."

	"I could live with that," I added as I stood and gently kissed his red
lips.  I wrapped my hands around his waist, which instantly caused him to
get hard.  Through my own khaki shorts, I could feel his penis almost
pulsate against the cotton fabric.  I squeezed his muscular ass to pull him
even closer as we continued to kiss one another.

	"You so need to take that shirt off," Tony said, pulling himself away from
me for a moment and grabbed the bottom of my t-shirt.  "You know, I really
like this shirt, but it looks just as good off your body on the floor, too."

	"Do you agree with it?" I said jokingly.

	"Canadians do it better?" Tony asked after quickly re-reading the shirt.

	"Yeah."

	"Oh yeah.  You are so wonderful, in every aspect."	I smiled as he made the
comment for which I'd fished.  Although, in my heart of hearts, I knew that
he agreed, even without saying anything.  He pulled it off and threw it into
the hallway.  "So I should probably go ahead and have you shave my head
before I change my mind."  He gently tugged my nipples with his thumbs and
forefingers.

	"I can do that," I said as I felt the hard on growing in my pants.  I
flicked the shaver on again.  He flinched a bit.  It was the first time I'd
ever seen the man have that particular reaction to anything.  He closed his
eyes and turned around, so that I could first get the back of his head.

	"Hold on," he said.  He ran his fingers through his hair once more.

	"You don't have to do this if you don't want to," I explained, with the
clippers still buzzing away.

	"No.  I want to.  I just wanted to feel my hair once more."

	"I can hear in your voice that you're scared to do this."

	"A little, but I know that you're not going to let anything happen to me."

	"Damn right."

	"OK.  I'm ready."  I pulled the clippers to his head and waited for a
second, to make sure that he wasn't going to back out before I started
cutting.  He stood there calmly as I began removing the hair on his head.
Within just a few minutes, there was only stubble left on the top of his
head.  He felt his head for a minute, getting accustomed to the new
sensations.  I kissed his back.

	"OK.  Turn around and look at yourself."

	"Wow," he said as he inspected the job I'd done.  "It feels so weird, but
cool."

	"Yeah."  He from looking at himself to looking at me.  "It feels really
cool from this end, too."  I reached up and rubbed his bald head.  The black
stubble seemed to cast a shadow onto his head, but his smile seemed more
clear.  He giggled as I continued to rub his bald head.

	"Imagine what it's going to feel like when I'm giving you head and you
reach down and put your hands on my head.  There's no more hair to grab
onto."

	"Why don't we try it out, then?" I asked.  He undid the tie around my
shorts and then the button.  Slowly, he lowered the zipper as he looked
directly into my eyes.  It was weird to see him without hair.  He kept eye
contact for a bit as he lowered himself onto his knees.  He pulled the
shorts a bit and kissed my pubes.  He pulled back the cloth a bit and
widened the scope of his kisses in the area around the base of my cock.  It
was a cock that longed for release from the fabric.

	"Whoa!" he said as he pulled my shorts down and my dick almost slapped him
on the face.  He smiled and placed his hand around the base of it.  "You
know," he said, stroking my dick while continuing to squeeze it his hand,
"there are so many things I like about being your boyfriend.  You're nice;
you're smart; you're cool; however, this is one of those things to.  I love
your dick."  He looked at it, as if he were inspecting it for flaws.  "It's
perfectly straight.  It's thick.  It's got a nice head that fits perfectly
into my mouth.  It's connected to a nice set of balls that hang down
casually below it.  I like the sound they make against my ass when you're
fucking the hell out of me."  He slipped my left ball into his mouth,
forcing me to moan.  With his tongue, he lapped and caressed my balls, one
by one.  He massaged each of them with his tongue, making my dick twitch
with anticipation of the impending events.  One by one, they orbs that
contained my future children popped from his mouth and flowed free in the
wind again.  Continuing to squeeze my dick, he grazed the tip of his tongue
against the swollen head of my penis.  He wiped it around my head, pulling
it to either side to lick along the ridge that connected the head to the
shaft of my penis.

	"Oh God!  That feels good...so good," I managed to whisper, despite having
a throat dry from anticipation of making love with my now bald boyfriend.
Without an audible response, he forced his open lips only the head of my
penis.  He gently sucked for a moment before taking more and more of my cock
into his mouth.  The blow job seemed to be draining everything from me.  My
legs felt weak, as if they were going to fall out from beneath me.  I
quickly reached and grabbed the doorframe and the edge of the bathroom
counter.  He continued to slowly sucked as my breathing became heavier and
heavier.  He picked up the pace, creating a rhythmic flow.  He pulled off
for a moment to catch his breath, but continued to stroke the hard,
spit-soaked cock before him.

	"Having fun?" he asked.

	"Uh huh..." I managed to mutter.

	"Want to fuck my hot, Latin ass?"

	"Oh yeah," I said, my breathing a bit restored.

	"OK."  Tony stood up from his position and stretched his legs.  He reached
behind me and grabbed a small bottle of lube from the medicine cabinet.  He
squeezed a bit onto his hand and rubbed it onto my dick, slowly.  He turned
around and positioned my dick at the opening to his ass.  "Push hard, and do
me rough!"

	"Yes sir!" I said, pushing up into him.

	"Oh yeah, big man."  He reached down and grabbed the side of the tub.  My
strokes were long and hard.  I started off slowly, which is more my style of
making love.  He moaned a couple of times and then insisted that I pick up
the pace.  I gladly obliged him, pumping in and pulling out of him as he
begged for more and more.  He lifted one of his legs and put it onto the
edge of the bathtub.  I was able to get deeper into him, giving both of us a
whole new set of sensations.

	"Oh God!  I love you, Tony," I said as I fucked him good.

	"I...you...Jake..." he said between breaths.  "Jake!  I'm gonna cum," he
declared as he feverishly stroked his own dick.

	"Go ahead, babe," I said as I felt the muscles of his ass tightening.  He
groaned once and streams of creamy white goodness spilled onto the floor,
the edge of the toilet, and the edge of the tub.  I felt myself ready to
cum.  I slammed into his ass, but couldn't hold my orgasm.  I screamed, and
then shot my entire load into his ass.  "FUCK!" I screamed as the final
streams unloaded into him.  He pulled off my ass, stood, and turned around
to face me.  "I must look weird, with my shorts around my knees and such."

	"No.  You look just as good as you do when you wake up in the morning."  He
put his hand on my cheek and jaw, and pulled me into a long, passionate
kiss.  "You look just as good as you do when you're at those last stages of
consciousness before you go to sleep at night."

	"Wow.  You really are a dream."

	"Nah.  I'm real."  He kissed me once more, still holding onto my head the
way he was before.  "I'm ready for bed now.  You wore me out, today.  Well,
just a minute ago."

	"You've worn me out as well.  So why don't we get the bathroom cleaned up
and then go and snuggle together."

	"OK," he grabbed some cleaner that I kept below the sink and the two of us
began wiping up the cum from all over the room.  In a short time, we were
pulling off my shorts and headed toward bed, naked.  As we cuddled up with
one another, I fell asleep, accustomed to his smell to the point that I
couldn't sleep without him, or at least something of his in the bed with me.
  The dreams that night we intense.  Their intensity was to the point that
they seemed so real.  I woke up once to find Tony was still right there,
with me.

	The next morning, we woke up to the sound of the alarm at 6:45.  We had
about a half hour to get showered and ready before the family arrived at the
apartment with breakfast, as planned the night before.  As Tony showered, I
shaved my face and got ready.  We swapped when Tony was through with the
flow of hot water.

	"I can't believe we shaved my head!"

	"You look good, though."

	"My grandmother is going to freak out."

	"She'll be fine with it.  Just blame it on me.  Tell her it was all apart
of a weird gay sex ritual."

	He laughed as he cleaned the blade of the razor he was using.  "I doubt she
would find that as funny as I did, babe."

	"Who knows?"

	"True."

	A loud banging on the door startled both of us as we finished getting ready
for the day's activities.  Tony ran to put on some shorts as I finished
rinsing the soap from my body.  I could hear voices in the other room.  Tony
came by and shut the door to the bathroom, but returned in just a second and
shut the door.

	"Our mothers and Maria are working on breakfast.  I brought you some boxers
and shorts."

	"Thanks gorgeous.  What are our brothers doing?"

	"Gui is asleep, and Nani said that Martin and Danny are flirting with Katie
and Chelsea."

	"Oh Lord!"

	"Yeah.  Nani said that Katie has taken a liking to Martin."

	I chuckled as I rinsed the shampoo from my hair before turning the water
off.  I grabbed a towel from the shelf beside the tub and quickly dried off.
  Tony finished shaving as I pulled on the shorts and boxers before heading
into the bedroom to pull a t-shirt over my freshly cleaned body.  Tony and I
then joined the rest of the family in the front of the apartment.  "What's
for breakfast, Mom?" I asked as I walked into the kitchen.

	"Breakfast will be eggs, ham, biscuits, and cereal.  We brought milk,
juice, and some soda, also."

	"And pickles!" Maria said.  "And Jake, antes de que digas algo, no estoy
emberasado.  Me gustan encurtidos!"  (Before you say anything, I'm not
pregnant.  I just like pickles.)

	"Oh OK.  You've relieved me a bit, Mariacita."

	"Good."

	"Woo!!! Martin got a date!!!" Danny yelled as he came into the door.  He
was without Tony's little brother tagging along as he normally did.

	"Really?" Gui and Tony asked in tandem.

	"Yeah.  He's workin' it like a pro."

	"Hell yeah!" Gui said.

	"We're so gonna rag him about it."

	"Fuck yes!" Danny said.

	"DANIEL!" Mom and Nani said from the kitchen.

	"Oh shit," Danny whispered as Tony and Gui audible chuckled.

	All went quiet as the door squeaked.  "Martin the playa!" Maria yelled from
the kitchen, garnering laughter from the rest of those in the apartment.

	"She's almost as hot as my future sister-in-law," Martin said.

	"Awww...you're so full of sh...crap," she said, catching herself.  Mom and
Nani laughed as Mom stood over the stove finishing the bacon.

	Before long, we'd assembled in the living room for breakfast.  It was nice
to see our combined families in our apartment, despite the fact that it was
a bit cramped.  Tony and I excused ourselves after a bit to finished getting
ready for graduation.  Since we had to be on campus before 10, it was the
only logical option for us.  Tony donned a pair of grey slacks with a white
button down shirt that fit nicely over his taught body.  After fixing his
tie, he ran his hand over his bald head.  I smiled as I fixed the belt that
was wrapped around my black slacks.  The shirt that I was wearing was a bit
loose, but it still fit amazingly.  I was wearing an identical blue tie to
his.  Josh, one of his frat brothers, had insisted I wear it as an
un-official, honorary member of the fraternity.  Tony pulled the gowns from
the closet, as well as the mortars, complete with orange and blue tassels
attached.  He donned his first; he was amazingly hot as he stood there,
smiling.

	I pulled mine on as well.  "You look so amazing," Tony said as he walked
toward me.  He pulled me into a hug.  "Thank you."

	"For?"

	"For being you, and being there for me, always."

	"I should say that to you, Tony."  He pecked my lips.  Despite the fact
that we'd been together almost two years, there seemed to be no break in our
love.  It seemed to be as fresh as at the first of our relationship.  The
crowd was laughing at something in the living room.  The two of us, though,
were in our own little world.

	The next two hours were a blur for me.  Before I knew it, I was sitting
among a crowd of other people, waiting for the conferral of our degrees.  I
remember having thought about my father, and how proud he would have been to
be there that day.  Through the vast number of speakers and their welcome
addresses, my mind raced between thoughts of Tony and thoughts of having
three little letters, M.H.S., after my name.  Tony was to become, in just a
short time, the first person in his family to earn his college degree.  Gui
had started, but hadn't taken the time to finish his.  Martin was a
part-time student at a local school in Charlotte, working on a nursing
program.  The ceremony started with the conferral of doctorates.  Recipients
were paraded across the stage as the Dean of the Graduate School read off
what their research topics had been.  Those who were being awarded their
masters degree were next.  It started with those receiving Master of Arts,
followed my Masters of Education.  I smiled as they announced that the next
ones were the those who would received their Masters degrees in Hispanic
Studies.  I stood and paraded to one end of the stage.  From where I stood,
I could see my brother.  He had something planned, and had managed to get
Gui and Martin on his side, too.  I could also see some of Tony's frat
brothers sitting close-by.  Half of them looked drunk; the other half looked
as if something were planned as well.

	"Anna Marie Hemmings," the Dean of the College of Liberal Arts called.  The
person before me proudly climbed the three stairs to the stage and walked to
the Dean.  The two of them shook hands before Anna walked to the
University's president, Dr. Ed Richardson.

	"Jacob Michael Henry," the Dean called.  My heart skipped a beat as I
walked across the stage to the Dean, shaking her hand firmly and proudly.
She handed me a yellow envelope which included my diploma.  I walked over
the shook the President's hand.  As we broke contact, the Canucks in the
crowd waved small Canadian flags and yelled loudly.  Tony's frat brothers
were evidently responsible for the larger flag, hanging a large Canadian
flag over the rail in front of the second tier seats.  I couldn't help but
smile as I walked down the stage.  I looked to where Tony was sitting, just
in time to see him smile widely at me and wink.  I found my seat and
patiently waited for him to receive his own degree.  It seemed like a split
second later that he was standing and walking toward the stage.

	"Antonio Cisneros," the Dean of his school called as he climbed across the
stage.  His frat brothers went wild, as he was, ironically, the only member
of their frat graduating that day.  I wanted to yell out, `That's my
boyfriend,' but I refrained.  Our brothers waved small Cuban flags just as
they had waved Canadian ones for me.

	The rest of the graduates received their degrees, and had begun to meet
their friends and family on the floor of the coliseum.  Tony and I managed
to find out way through the crowd to one another.  "Congrats, babe," I said.

	"You too, my gorgeous boyfriend."  He and I weren't shy about telling
people we were in a relationship together, but we'd never been overly
affectionate on campus, with the exception of one time in my office.  This
was an exception, though, as we reached up to one another and kissed gently
on the lips.  Tony's frat brothers came up next and congratulated the two of
us.  Josh hugged Tony tightly.  Tony had been a positive person to him.
Josh wouldn't have come out, he once noted, if it hadn't been for Tony.  He
had a crush on Tony, but it was obvious from the look in Tony's eyes
whenever they were around each other that I had nothing to worry about.  The
rest of the family joined us after a moment.

	My mom was the first over to hug me.  "I am so proud of you, Jake."

	"Thanks, Mom."

	"Y estoy orgulloso, tambien," Nani added as she came up next to Mom.  (And
I am proud, too.)

	"Gracias, Nani."

	The rest of the crew came behind them and hugged the two of us.  I couldn't
speak for Tony, but I knew that I was proud.  I was proud of myself, and I
was proud of him.  He'd been through a lot with his family and had worked
hard to make it to this day.  Some people in this situation would have
packed their bags and gone away from the stress.  Tony took it head on and
did an amazing job.  He was all smiles as he stood there with his diploma in
hand and his mortar still atop his head.  It was a little big, as he'd been
fitted for the hat before he shaved his head, but it was so cute.  For a
moment, as I looked at him, I forgot where I was.  I was concentrated
entirely on him.

	As the crowd began to disperse from the coliseum, the group saw an opening
to make our graceful exit.  As we walked out of the building, we were
showered by "War Eagles" from all around.  We knew some of those who shouted
our University's battle cry, but others came from people I'd personally
never laid eyes on.  Either way, though, they were returned with great
enthusiasm.  We got back to the apartment about an hour later.  Despite the
fact that it was only a couple of blocks, the traffic was so horrible that
we were sitting still most of the time.  When we did get back, we were
tired.  Danny and Mom had arranged to rent a house in Panama City, Florida.
They had planned on taking us to the beach as part of our gift for
graduation.  They had invited Nani, Gui and Martin, but all of them had
previously arranged plans for the next week and had to bow out.  Being that
Martin had to be back for work the next day, they decided to make the long
drive back that night.  After packing two small bags for Tony and me, the
four of us headed to the beach for a week of sun and relaxation.  As we
drove down 431 toward Dothan, I began to fall asleep.  I rested my head on
Tony's shoulder and fell asleep quickly.  It had been a long day already,
and I was tired.  By the time we got to Panama City, my head was in Tony's
lap, and he had also drifted off into a world of slumber.

	For the rest of the week, we relaxed and hung out.  It was good for the two
of them to be away from Toronto, despite the fact that Mom's laptop was
turned on most of the time, and several lengthy conference calls were made
via her cell phone, which I'm sure the Province of Ontario was paying a
pretty penny for.  I was almost reluctant to leave the beach, as it had such
a calming effect on me.  Tony and I had a lot of work to do, though, as we'd
planned on making the move to Ontario at the end of May.  After Mom and
Danny left, Tony and I did what the two of us seem to do really well
together; we made love in every room of the apartment...twice.  It was
amazingly good.