This is a gay love story.  Enjoy!

			     GARY SLEEPS OVER

	When he saw the chocolate-chip cookies, he laughed in disbelief.
He was eating this up.  Despite all the cheerful conversation that'd passed
between him and my family since we'd arrived this afternoon, I knew he'd
been afraid when my mom called me that my parents would have something
hurtful to say about us in private.  He just didn't believe, no matter how
emphatic I was, that they simply accepted my sexuality.
	"Oh, wow!" he said at the cookies as we situated ourselves side by
side, still in our boxers and T-shirts, under the blankets again.  "Mmmgf."
he added descriptively as he stuffed a cookie into his mouth.
	I found the flashlight, even though we'd situated a couple of
lanterns, and candles, around the small treehouse room.  The candles
flickered on the open sills, illuminating green leaves.
	We continued to giggle our way through some porn mags I'd
squirreled away up here as a teenager, imagining my youthful reaction to
them.  Suddenly, he flipped back the blanket, yanked my shirt up, and began
to tease my chest playfully with his tongue librette.  (I pierced him
myself.  He's got some damn fine piercings in other spots too.  I pierce at
a shop called the Zebra in Berkely where we live.  Gary's the professional
of the couple; he's an intern landscape designer right now.)
	He still had a pinched look on his face, though, and I knew what it
was about.
	
	"Gary, are you okay?" I asked him.  I wasn't sure whether to feel
terrible about introducing him to my home and family when his had been so
awful.  I felt like I wanted to transfer everything I'd had as a child to
Gary; but I didn't want to stir up too many bad memories by comparison.
	His look of pain deepened, and he stopped playing with my chest.
His refined, usually aloof face looks even more beautiful with that
expression on it, not that I like to see it.  Smiles are better.  That's
Gary; he comes off as too sophisticated, maybe even disdainful, then he
takes on any expression and melts you because you realize how wrong that
impression was.  Well he is sophisticated, but he's sweet.
	After I'd looked at him anxiously for a moment, he grinned "it's
okay".

	"I thought the shit was going to hit the fan down there." he said.

	"First of all, if they had any problem with you, we'd be outta
here." I said seriously.  Then I grinned.  "They did want to get me alone,
though.  They know about some of the bad relationships I've had, and I
think they're kinda worried about my judgement where love is concerned."  I
smiled bigger and gripped his hand excitedly.  "They just basically said if
I had any sense I'd marry you, so I extended them the first invitation to
our commitment ceremony."

	"Oh, no way Tim!"  he said, then I saw his face twist and he put
one of his hands to it.  I pulled him into my arms and lay down, but he
started crying so hard I was afraid he'd choke.  I helped him sit up.  I
adored his face with my hands.  He made me want to cry myself.
	I don't know whether it was the combination of the rich dinner and
wine, and the emotion, but pretty soon he felt sick.  I helped him down
onto the grass.  Damp, fresh smells came from the dark backyard.  I was
afraid Mom and Dad would hear, but I knew they'd respect our privacy.
	I knelt and held him with one arm under his pits, the other hand on
his forehead, while he chucked up the cookies and lasagna and strawberry
wine.  We stayed kneeling for a few minutes while he caught his breath and
I rubbed his back soothingly through his thin T-shirt.  I wiped his chin
with my hand.  If I ever had the distinct displeasure of meeting his
biological parents, I'd kill them.
	"Ew!  Look what my cum turned into down there!"  I teased him
gently.  He giggled, then twisted around to hug me tight.
	"I'm okay." he told me, in answer to my unasked question.  "I'm
just happy."

	"Should we go inside and clean you up?"  I asked after a few
minutes, when we started to get turned on and didn't want to get into it
right there.  I ushered him to the front bathroom, away from my parent's
room.  He sat on the toilet and let me wash his face and hands with a warm
rag.  He brushed his teeth.  We stopped in the kitchen on the way out, and
he said he wouldn't mind a p-nut butter and jelly sandwich.
	"Okay." I said. "Go tuck yourself in and I'll be up in five."  It
sounded like Mom and Dad were up, and I didn't want him to have to face
them right now.  He didn't argue.
	Good thing; as soon as Dad heard the screen door thump shut, he
poked his head into the kitchen.
	"Tim?" he asked, concerned "Are you guys Okay?"  He can be kind of
nosy sometimes, but he means well, and I didn't blame him; I was sure
they'd heard the waterworks and all.
	"Yeah."  I said smiling.  "All of this is just a real surprise for
Gary."  When he looked at me questioningly, I decided maybe now was the
time to tell them a little something about Gary's childhood.
	"Dad," I said quietly "Gary was raised by absolute white trash.
The house he grew up in was devoid of any kind of inspiration, and his
parents were really cold and abusive, and finally they did some really bad
stuff when he was thirteen, after they found out he was gay, and he called
the police on them.  He went into some foster homes after that.  He's
really happy you and mom want him to be my husband."
	Dad was shocked (Gary's such a bright, positive person) and
sympathetic.  I whipped up the sandwich and headed into the backyard with
Dad's blessing for the second time that evening.  I was so tired now, I
just wanted to cuddle Gary to sleep, or maybe vice- versa.  Going to sleep
in Gary's arms sounded really wonderful right then.
	As we fell asleep, I told him "I told Dad why you were crying.  He
said they love me, and to tell you they love you too."

	The next morning, when I woke up, my cock was in the soft, wet
embrace of Gary's mouth.  He let it go and started planting the tenderest
kissses on it and caressing it with his cheek.  I caressed his beautiful,
naked shoulder.  He took the head, then wriggled up untill he was kissing
my pubic hair.
	When he began to fuck himself slowly, I took his dark brown head
gently between my hands and used it as a fuck toy.  It was the slowest,
most sensual lovemaking.  The head of my cock glided and rubbed against the
very back of Gary's throat.  He worked his wet tongue around the base and
clenched his throat, and his nearly closed eyes told me how much he was
enjoying this, as he sent these incredible sensations through my body.
Finally I came at the very bottom of his throat as his strong hands gripped
my ass for all it was worth.
	Afterwards he sat up, grinning from ear to ear in the morning
sunlight, and said "That's for making me so happy and being my whole
family."

"That's the best blowjob I've ever had!" I exclaimed honestly, letting my
head thump back on the floor.
	"Honny " he laughed, "Every blowjob is the best you've ever had!"
I just smiled huge.  He scooted up and we sat against the wall with our
arms around each other's shoulders.  Mmmm.  I loved being loved by a man.
It was kind of crazy to be sitting like this in this old treehouse, I'd
dreampt about having a husband so much as a kid.  Now that I was sitting
here again, everything that I'd done since, and the people I'd loved,
seemed like a strange dream.  Back then, I'd known just what I wanted; Gary
was it.  He squeezed me and kissed my cheek.  Well, the introducing the
fiance to the parents had gone off lovely.
	"Come on honny."  he said, yanking me to my feet as it became too
hot to sit there anymore "So show me the neighborhood where my Timmy grew
up."