Date: Thu, 13 Jan 2000 12:02:37 -0500
From:	TJ <BiDadWriter@yahoo.com>
Subject:Love For A Lifetime, Chapter 10

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.

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We got up the next morning and packed for the week's stay back home.  We
had worked it out to stay the first part of the week with Jim's folks, the
last part of the week and Christmas morning with my folks. Then we'd go
back to Jim's for the afternoon of Christmas day, then home Christmas night
for our private gift exchange.

We got to his folks house around lunch, and nobody was home.  We let
ourselves in and started to get unpacked.  I told Jim we might as well run
the gifts for my family by the house right then, just so we wouldn't have
to worry about them being in the car.

When we got to the house, Fred was there.

"Hey, TJ!  Hey, Jimmy Lee!" he said.  He reached up, hugged Jimmy Lee, and
gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

"What was that for?" Jim asked.

"Well, you're my brother-in-law. Eventually, you'll be my brother-in-law
twice, so, you're family."

"I didn't get a kiss," I pouted.

"And you're not gonna!" said Fred.  "My kisses are for the in-laws, not
some old skanky brother!" he said laughing.

I grabbed him and we tussled for a few minutes, until Jim pulled us apart.

"All right, you two, that's enough.  I'm not gonna have anybody hurting my
little brother-in-law.  You hear me?" he said looking at me.

"No fair!  You get the kiss, and I get fussed at!"

Jim came over, grabbed me around the waist, and laid one of his mind
blowing kisses on me.

"Wow!" I said, when he broke the kiss.  "That was better than what Fred
gave you!"

"Geez, guys, in the front yard?"  Fred said.  "Why don't you go rent a
room?"

"Why rent when we've got one right here?" Jim said.  "It wouldn't bother
you, would it, Fred?" Jim asked him, innocently.

"Uh, well, uh, I know what you guys do, you're married, but, uh, I don't
think I want to be around when you're doin' it!"

"Don't worry, little brother-in-law of mine.  We just won't tell you!  Now,
help us get these packages in the house before I kick your butt!"

"I thought you said..." Fred started.

"I'm not going to let anybody else kick your butt, but I'm sure capable,
and willing, if you make it necessary," Jim said with a big smile on his
face.

I was really glad that Fred didn't act weird around us.  He just treated us
like he always had, with the realization that we were a couple.  It was
great.

Fred helped us get the presents into the house.  Jim wouldn't let him carry
his own.  I laughed at him!

We told Fred to let the folks know when to expect us Wednesday, and we
left.  We went back to the Iverson's house to kill time until everyone got
home.  Since it was our first night back home, we elected to eat with Jim's
folks, but we were planning on going out Tuesday night.

When we got back to the Iverson's, it was only about 1:30.  There was no
sign of anybody, and we had no idea what time to expect them.

"I've got an itch I need you to scratch, baby," Jim said to me.

"Oh, no!  Not again!  You did this to me at Thanksgiving, remember?  I
blushed ten shades of red Friday morning when your mom looked at us because
she knew what we had been doing!"

"But, Timmy, I need you.  I want you.  I need to feel you sliding in and
out of me, baby.  You haven't made love to me in a while, and I need you.
You know we've got time.  Mom and Caroline will never get home before five,
and dad doesn't get off work until 4:30.  We've got plenty of time, baby.
Please!" he said, as he was pulling me into the bedroom.  The next thing he
said clinched it.

"Come on, Timmy.  You know I love you, you know I need you.  Won't you do
this one thing for me?"

I shut him up with a kiss, as we began to undress each other.

"Uh, lock the door, babe," I said to him.

He locked the door, and we finished getting undressed.  I laid down on the
bed, and let him climb on top of me.  I love the feel of Jim's body as he
lays on me.  The warmness of his flesh, the slight tickle of his body hair.
We fit together, like a hand in a glove, and even better when we're
actually making love.

He leaned down, and kissed me, skyrockets and all.  He was gently rubbing
me all over, and I was doing the same to him.  I concentrated on his lower
back, and his butt.  I love the feel of his buttocks, their firmness, and
yet how soft they are.  I was running my fingers in his crack, as he rubbed
my arms.  He was shifting his weight from side to side, rubbing our dicks
together, our precum mixing.

"I can't wait, baby," he said.  "I need you in me, and I need you in me
now!"

He turned around and sat on my face. At the same moment, he swallowed my
dick whole, all the way to my pubes.  I love the taste of Jim, both his
cum, and his ass.  And, I especially like it when he's been sweating, like
after his morning runs.  Like this day.  I dove into his ass, licking and
sucking, sticking my tongue as far up inside him as it would go.  I was
cleaning him up, and out, spitting up into him, lubing him up.  He was
drooling all over me. My pubic bush was saturated, and the spit was running
down beside my balls.

"Oh, Timmy, Oh, man," he was moaning.

"Mmmph" was all I could reply, as my face was completely covered by his
ass.

He picked himself up off my face, turned around, and sat all the way down
on my dick, burying me all the way up in him.  He started grinding his ass
in my lap, and actually pushed his feet up beside my shoulders.  I was as
deep in him as I could get.

"Oh, Timmy! Fuck me baby!  Fuck me hard!"

I leaned up and worked us backwards until he was on his back. I was nailing
him to the bed.  He wanted it rough and hard today, and I was ready to give
it to him.  I started long dicking him on the first thrust, pulling out
until just the head of my dick was in him, and then roughly shoving the
whole thing all the way in him.  And I was wasting no time.  I was jabbing
at him as hard as I could go.

"Whatever you do, baby," I said, "don't cum.  I want you to fuck me as
well."

"Sure, baby," he said, "just don't stop what you're doing.  I love to feel
you sliding in and out of me!"

We were beginning to sweat.  I could see the beads of perspiration on his
forehead as they jiggled every time I slammed into him.  He was moaning,
and started thrashing around under me.  I grabbed his head and tried my
best to suck his tongue out of his mouth.  He wrapped his arms around my
neck, his legs around my back, and absolutely gave himself to me.  I felt
him surrender to my pounding, and that turned me on incredibly.

"Yeah, baby, take my dick inside you," I said.  "Feel that meat sliding in
and out of you.  You know you want it, don't ya?"

"Oh, yeah, Timmy, I want that big old dick of yours, forever, babe!  I'm
yours, use me, oh, baby, use me!!!!!"

"I'm close, Jimmy, baby...I'm so close!!"

"Give it to me, baby!  Fill me with your love, fill my ass with you juice
baby!"

I felt my orgasm start somewhere in the pit of my stomach.  It built quite
quickly, and suddenly, I felt it blow out the end of my dick.

"AAAAWWWWWWW FFUUUCCCCCKKKKK!!" I screamed.  "Take it, baby!!!  Take that
big, hot load up your slimy ass, baby!!!  YYYEEEESSSSS!!!!!"  I was
screaming.  It had to be one of, if not the, most intense orgasms I had
ever had.

"Yeah, baby!!  Fill my ass with your spooge!" Jim said.  "Fuck me full,
baby.  Give me what I want!!!  Make me yours!!!"

I fired off so many blasts up his ass that I lost count.  It was so intense
that I almost blacked out.  I buried my dick up my lovers ass, and
struggled to breathe.

"Oh, Timmy, that was SO intense."

"You're telling me!"

"You too tired for me?"

"No way, baby!  Take me, I'm yours!"

I pulled out of him He reached back between his legs, scooped up some of my
cum that was leaking out of him, lubed himself up, and lifted my legs.  He
pushed gently at first, then a little harder, and buried himself in my ass.

"Oh, Timmy, I love it when you fuck me like that, but there's nothing I
love any better than to be buried inside you!"

"Oh, I much prefer the way we are right now, too, my love!  I love to feel
you possessing me, to feel you giving me your strength.  I love to feel you
cum in me, to know you are filling me with a part of you that stays with
me.  I pledged you myself at our ceremony, and I renew that pledge ever
time you make love to me."

"I love you, Timmy"

"I love you, Jim."

He started making love to me.  He was not in the mood to slam me, even
though that's what he had wanted from me.  He was going to make this one
last a while, and that was fine with me.  He teased my ass, he plunged me,
he slow fucked me, and he pile drived me.  He would speed up, and slow
down.  He would shove his dick deep in me, then just lay there, and kiss
me.

We had been at it for about forty-five minutes when we heard a car in the
driveway.  He started pumping in me like there was no tomorrow, long
dicking me as hard as he could.

"No noise, baby," I said.

To shut himself, and me, up, he kissed me, passionately.  Two strokes
later, he buried his dick in me, and I felt it jerk as he climaxed.  He
quickly pulled out of me, leaving me feeling so empty, and abandoned.  He
grabbed my arm and pulled me into the bathroom, turning on the shower.

"We've got to make this quick, to make it seem like we've been in the
shower a while," he said.

"Why, baby?  They know we have sex.  They knew the day after Thanksgiving."

"I know, baby, I just don't want to get them started with the funny remarks
so soon after we got home."

"You should have thought about that before you seduced me, Mr. Parson!"

"You complaining?"

"Not on your life!"

We climbed in and out of the shower in a hurry, and were soon met by Mom
Iverson and Caroline.  Sure enough, they had been shopping.

We visited with them as Mom Iverson started working on dinner.  Dad Iverson
was supposed to be home a little after 5pm, and Mom was preparing a fairly
large feast in honor of us guys being home.

Dad finally arrived, twenty minutes late and griping about traffic.  He
gave each of us a hug, and went upstairs to change for dinner.

That's pretty much the way we spent that week.  Visiting with family and
friends and screwing our brains out when we were alone.  Even in the
mornings, when we knew his sister (or my brother when we were at my folks'
house), were there, we got our morning love drink done.  I just love being
with Jim.  He's a great friend, and an awesome lover.

Christmas day came and went.  We traded gifts with our respective families,
and then, at around 6pm, we headed back to Carrboro.  We got home a little
after 8:30 and unpacked the car.  We didn't bother unpacking the suitcases
yet, as we had not exchanged our gifts to each other.

I had dug deep into my savings to get him the gift that I knew he needed,
and wanted, but would not ask for.  His gift was in a small box, inside an
envelope.  When he opened it, he was shocked.

"A membership to the country club?" he asked.  "Why?"

"Look at the other piece of paper, love."

"Ten rounds of golf, with a cart?  Timmy, this is too much!"

"No, my love, it's not.  I'm going to take a part time job playing the
piano at a local hotel to help pay for it.  My studies are going fine and,
to be honest, I miss playing.  This gives me the reason to go play, and
gives you the opportunity to go play."

"Timmy, I don't know what to say.  Thank you doesn't seem to be enough."

"Jim, my love, the look on your face is all the thanks I need.  I know you
miss playing, and since your scholarship was academic and not golf, you
never get the opportunity.  I'm just glad I was able to do this for you."

"Well, talk about the gift of the magi," he said, as he handed me a small
box.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Open it."

Inside the box was an envelope.  In the envelope was a card.  The card was
from a local piano store.  Attached to the card was a receipt, for a used
piano.  My baby had bought me a piano.

"Oh, Jimmy!!!  How?"

He shushed me with a finger to my lips.  "The same way you did.  I dug into
my savings, and got it for you.  In fact, I, too, am scheduled to take a
part time job after the first of the year to help replenish the savings."

"Oh, Jim!  Baby!  Thank you so much!"

"I know what you meant a minute ago," he said with a smile.

"About what?"

"About the look on your face being all the thanks I need.  They're
delivering it Monday afternoon."

"I guess we'll have to rearrange the living room to make room for it."

"Yeah, I guess so."

"Jim."

"Yeah, babe?"

"I love you."

"I love you, too, Timmy."

He leaned over and kissed me.  Gently at first, then with more and more
passion.  We started undressing each other. Soon, his naked body was on top
of me in the middle of our living room.  The only light was coming from the
Christmas tree, and one lamp.  He was looking at me with such love and
hunger.

"Make love to me, Jim," I said.

And did he ever!

The piano was delivered the next afternoon.  We set it up in the living
room, near the TV.  It really changed the appearance of our living room,
but we were both happy with that.

We called Marc Monday night, to find out how things were going.

He told us we needed to be at Steve's by 4pm New Years Eve.  And to be sure
to wear our suits.  He said that there would probably be about twenty
people there, including his brother and sister-in-law.  We talked about
what to serve for the reception, and how much, and then we hung up.

No sooner had I hung up the phone, than it rang.  It was Steve.  He said
that he had a surprise for Marc, but needed our help.  He had been talking
to Marc's brother, and found out that Marc's parents had had a change of
heart and wanted to set things right with Marc.  Steve had called them
Christmas day, and talked at length with both his mom and dad.  Steve said
that he thought they were sincere, and said that he had arranged with them
to be at the commitment ceremony.  He wanted them to be there, out of
Marc's sight, but able to be part of the ceremony.  We asked him if he
really thought that was a good idea.  He said that he and Marc had talked
before Christmas about how Marc wished he had a relationship with his
folks, how he missed them, and still loved them.  When Darren, Marc's
brother, had called Steve (apparently, Darren wasn't too sure about his
folks either, and wanted to ask Steve's opinion about telling Marc), Steve
offered to call them up, explain who he was, and see how they reacted.  He
said he was sure they were sincere and that they would not cause a problem.

I asked him how he wanted to reintroduce them.  He told us his plan, and we
thought it would work.  We just had to make sure that Marc didn't show up
early, and that once he got there, that we kept him occupied.

The rest of the week flew by. Before we knew it, it was New Years Eve.
Steve and Marc were both taking January 1st through the 4th off from work,
and they planned to spend their honeymoon in Myrtle Beach.

We got to Steve's place about 3pm, with food in tow.  I had spent all of
the day before making up the stuff that would need to be cooked, cutting
veggies for the veggie platter, mixing up punch, for those who might want
it.  Jim had spent most of the day at Steve's helping move furniture into
temporary storage (Steve's apartment was rather small) and setting up
chairs and tables for the ceremony and the reception.

We took our suits with us and a car jam packed with food. I had probably
over prepared, but I wanted to make sure that this day was as special for
Marc and Steve as ours had been for us.

Darren's job had been to keep Marc busy all day and to keep him away from
Steve's place until time for the ceremony.  They had chosen 6pm as the
time, and most of the folks were supposed to arrive around 5:30.  Marc's
parents were scheduled to arrive at 5pm, and we had them wait in the guest
bedroom.  The way Steve's apartment was laid out, we could hide Marc's
folks in the kitchen after he arrived, provided we could get Marc into the
bathroom without him going to the guest bedroom first.  That was Darrens'
job, to be just late enough to make Marc have to go to the bathroom, not
the bedroom to wait.

Things went like clockwork.  Marc's parents showed up a little before 5.
They had the chance to meet Steve, and Marc's mother hugged him, and kissed
him on the cheek.  She had tears in her eyes.  Marc's dad did at least
shake all our hands.  I know that having so many gay men in the room with
him was a little unsettling, but it became apparent that Marc's mom was the
driving force behind this reunion and that she was not going to take any
crap off her husband.  They obviously loved each other, and he was making
an honest attempt to patch things up with his son.

I finally got things finished and ready for the reception.  Jim walked in
at 5:30 with the cake.  We had actually found a bakery that put two men on
top of the cake for us.

At ten to six, Darren, Betty, their kids and Marc all showed up.  Marc was
a little flustered at cutting it so close.  I lied, telling him that Jim
had just gone into the guest room to change, and that he would have to go
stay in the bathroom with me.  I was to stand with Marc, and Jim was going
to stand with Steve.  Or so Marc thought.

I knew what was happening with Marc's folks while Marc and I were in the
bathroom.  They were taken into the kitchen, to hide until just the moment
that Steve wanted.

At about one minute until 6 Steve and the pastor from the Metropolitan
Community Church in Raleigh came into the living room from the master bed
room.  Darren put on the song, "Always and Forever" and Marc and I came out
of the bathroom.  Marc and Steve had bought matching double breasted suits
and were wearing white shirts with matching red neckties.  Jim and I were
wearing our suits with white shirts and matching green neckties.

The pastor started. "Friends, we are gathered here today, in the sight of
God to witness a beautiful moment: the joining of two lives.  Steven and
Marc have decided to make their commitment to each other public, without
shame, and with the support of family and friends.  If this were a marriage
between a man and a woman, I would ask at this point who gives this bride
but..."

And the pastor was interrupted by a voice at the back of the room.  "Marc's
mother and I wish to give our son to his partner, if that's ok with Marc."

When Marc first heard his dad's voice, his face blanched.  He turned, his
mouth dropped open, and tears came to his eyes.

"Marc, I was a fool to kick you out and abandon you.  Can you forgive a
stupid old man?"

Marc ran to his dad, threw his arms around him and cried into his shoulder.
They stood there for several minutes, father and son, loving each other,
holding each other, forgiving each other.  Marc finally let go of his dad
and before he could even ask the question, his dad said "We called Darren
the week before Christmas and told him we wanted to talk to you, to ask you
to forgive me for kicking you out, and your mom for not standing up for
you."

He continued. "Darren called Steve, and Steve called us, I guess to make
sure that we weren't going to mess with you, or something.  Your mom talked
with him the most, but he told her that he would not agree to us coming
back into your life without talking to me first.  I had to convince him
that I was sincere, and that I meant you no harm.  I didn't, and I don't.
We miss you so much, and want to be a part of your life.  I may not agree
with the choices you have made, but I have talked with that young man up
there, and I can tell that he is a caring and giving and loving man.  I
think that with the support of your family, you two can have a wonderful
life together.  Will you forgive me, son?"

Marc was crying, the tears running down his face in streams.  "Oh, daddy,
you'll never know how much this means to me.  Of course I forgive you, and
mom," and he reached over and brought his mom into the hug.  Apparently,
Steve's gift had worked.

"So Steve engineered this reunion?" Marc asked.

"With a little help from Darren, Jim, and Tim," Steve said from the front
of the room.

Marc left his folks, ran up to Steve and hugged him, and cried.

"Thank you, Steve.  Thank you so much!  This is absolutely the greatest
gift I have ever received."

After a minute, Marc composed himself as the guests rearranged themselves
so that Marc's parents could sit at the front.

"I guess we can proceed now," he said.

"Actually," I interrupted, "I believe there's a small adjustment that needs
to be made."

With that, I sat down, and Marc's dad took my place beside his son.  Marc
reached over and hugged his dad again, a few more tears running down his
face.

"Ok, pastor.  Let's continue," Marc said.

Marc and Steve pledged their love for each other, made their promises to
love, honor, respect, uphold, keep, and be faithful to each other.  Jim and
Marc's dad then handed the pastor the rings. I think Marc was a little
surprised to see that his dad had the ring.  The pastor talked about the
unending nature of rings, and the unending nature of true love.  He blessed
the rings. Marc and Steve exchanged the rings. The pastor pronounced them
joined, and they kissed.  It was so beautiful, and moving.

My eyes were on Jim the whole time, and he was looking at me too.  A tear
dripped out of my eye as I looked at my friend, my lover, my partner for
life.  I was so in love with him, and I could see his love for me in his
eyes.

As soon as the ceremony was over, and people were talking to Marc and
Steve, Jim and I snuck off to the guest bedroom.  I hugged him and cried
into his shoulder.

"I love you so much, Jim!"  I sobbed.

"I love you to, Timmy."

We stayed in there a few minutes until I could compose myself.  Then, we
went back out to help our best friends celebrate their love and commitment,
and the beginning of a new chapter in their lives.

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Hope you liked it.  I've had a little writers block.  I have had to lay a
foundation, so that the next couple of chapters make sense.  Keep watching,
and keep responding.  Your response is why I keep at this.

TJ