Date: Thu, 25 Jul 2013 15:25:17 -0400
From: preecherdave@gmail.com
Subject: Introspection 10

Introspection 10

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Previously

It was almost at this moment that I realized that I wanted to make our
relationship official and legal. Now was not the time to propose but I knew
that I wanted to make that commitment to him. It made what was happening
even more exciting.

I kissed him hard. I asked him how he wanted me. It was on my back, legs
spread and to my chest so that he could see me and go in as deep as he
could. He told me slowly in a lot of detail what he was going to do to
me. He put a pillow under me.  I was so turned on. I looked into his eyes
and I could see that he felt the same way as I did about him. This was not
a joyous romp but joyful lovemaking. He took his time, taking us both to
the edge several times. My body was suffused with pleasure and my cock felt
as if it would explode. I could tell from his rhythm that he was close and
so I kissed him and reached around and let my finger slide up and down his
crack stopping occasionally to let my finger circle his entrance. My other
hand was making sure that I was keeping up to him as I stroked myself. I
saw the look in his eyes and knew that noise in his throat. His increased
tempo sent me over and for one of the few times we came together as my
contractions took him over with me. The kiss lasted for quite a while after
we finished physically.

"Paul, I ..." He was so emotional that he could not get out what he wanted
to say.

"I know. I cannot imagine my life without you."


Present

By the next weekend Dad was his feisty self. Anne and Jason thanked us a
lot for stepping in so fast and so well. Mom was coping well. I had a long
talk with Dad about work, money and investments. Andrew joined us for the
investment discussion. Not surprisingly, he really knew his stuff and gave
Dad a lot of practical advice. I could tell that if we lived in the same
city, Andrew would be his accountant and financial adviser. To my mother's
delight, Dad agreed to start cutting back on his practice looking toward
retirement. He certainly had made some good investments. He owned the
office building his practice was in. It was worth in the millions. Andrew
showed him how he could structure things for a very viable stable income
and it was not a small income.

Our party the next weekend was all that I hoped it would be. We had warned
everyone that it was a games night. There was a loud game of poker and an
even louder group of euchre players. There was a very serious game of
Monopoly with shouts of glee or dismay when players landed on owned
property. The scrabble game was intense. The noisiest bunch were the
computer war games players. Phil and Chris had become good friend as Chris
helped Phil with some of his courses but they were brutal and very
competitive in their play. Julie turned out to be a card shark. A few were
just sitting and talking. I really enjoyed Stephen Bourgeois, the
university professor, and Andrew had a long talk with Michael Burtchell,
the forensic accountant, and Stephen's partner.

 I saw Rob and Tony in a new light. They fitted right in with everyone. Why
not? They were university friends with good jobs. Keith was great but I saw
a big difference in Chris. Since coming out to us, he had developed a new
self confidence. It was almost as if denial had held him back. At this
party, he did not care who knew that he was with Keith. Jerry had come by
himself. He was obviously relaxing and he had told me that the woman he had
invited was out of the city on a business trip. He was one of the loudest
at the Monopoly game.

And then there was my partner. He was charming, interesting and outgoing. I
knew all of that but I had never seen him shine so brightly in a
crowd. There were several times in the kitchen that we bumped each other
lightly or touched hands. I had never had a reaction to anyone as I did to
him.

It was James on his way out that said that this should be the first of many
nights like this. The cries of agreement made me feel that my plan to
expand our horizons was working.

When everyone had left, Phil made the first comment. "Guys, that was a
great idea. Thanks so much for having us at it."

I looked at Phil. "I am going to say this one last time. You are family and
Julie knows that she is welcome here at any time. It was everything that I
hoped it would be." As I talked, I moved over to Andrew and put my arm on
his shoulder. I could feel him melt into me. "Guys go to bed. We'll do the
clean up."

Phil and Julie spoke at exactly the same time. "Forget that." "No way."

We enjoyed cleaning up discussing the people and the fun that we had
had. Finally, the place was back to normal. The dishwasher was doing its
job and the coffee was set to go on tomorrow. We said goodnight to Phil and
Julie. Julie gave me a hug of thanks and then the surprise, so did Phil.

When we entered our room, Andrew turned around and held me at arms length
looking at me with a mixture of love and lust. Something I loved. "Thank
you for the wonderful idea and being there with me. I wanted to say it that
night last week at your parent's home. I feel so complete when I am with
you. This has been the best year of my life. Paul Watson, I love you more
than I can even express. Come let me show you in a physical way." As that
night at my parents, we kissed as I entered him, this time. I think that we
tried almost every position in the book and touched every part of each
others body. I stopped us once and told him to listen. We could hear, for
the first time, Phil and Julie enjoying each other as much as we were. That
just spurred us on until we were finally sated and in each others arms
nuzzling each other until sleep claimed us.

Phil came in for breakfast and looked as if he was going to say
something. I beat him to it. "Maybe, this time we give each other a pass?"
All Phil could do was chuckle and made me promise not to say a word to
Julie.  It was hard but I kept the bargain.

March went by in a flash. A pleasant flash, especially another games night
at James and Matt's. Suddenly April had come and my concert was at the end
of the month. There are so many Spring concerts that our director decided
to have it in late April to try to beat the rush. I had agreed to sing the
solo in Some Enchanted Evening and he had agreed to help coach me in Jesu,
Joy of Man's Desiring that I wanted to sing at Andrew's Anglican Church. We
had a choir score with a Soprano solo so I used it, singing in the tenor
range. In late March, our director told me that he liked my Jesu, Joy so
much that he asked me to sing it at as a solo in the first half. What is
the expression, in for a penny in for a pound? In the week before the
concert I approached him with an idea in my head.

"William, what would you say to a request about changing some pronouns in
Some Enchanted?"

He gave me a puzzled look.

"I guess it will come out. Might as well make it sooner than later but a
very special person to me is coming to the concert and I would like to
change the 'her' to 'him' and 'she' to 'he'. I really feel that this song
is for him from me."

I could see him playing with the lyrics in his head. He looked at me
realizing what I was telling him. "You devil. I would never have
guessed. You realize that you are going to disappoint almost every female
in the choir and potentially some of the men?"

We both chuckled. "It would come out. As I told a business associate from
France, I don't usually make an issue of it but I never deny it. This will
be a first."

"Paul, how can I say no. I shall figure a way to warn the choir at the last
moment. You sing most of the lyrics and a lot of their back up is humming."
He stood looking at me with a look that was a mixture of surprise and
admiration.

Mom and Dad arrived while I was at the dress rehearsal on Friday night and
Andrew got them sorted at the boutique hotel that they liked. Little did I
know that he was even busier than that.

I was confident as I waited in line for the choir to makes its entrance but
nervous. But it was that good nervousness; I knew the pieces well and I
would carry my music just for the comfort of having it. I cannot remember
when I first heard Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring but it was a piece of music
that could move me to tears. There is such a joy in the piece and such a
wonderful message even if you do not accept all the tenets of the faith
that it proclaims. I had decided that I would try to give it the joy and
reverence that it deserved.  This was a piece written in 1716 in German,
translated into English and it still had the power to move me deeply almost
300 years later. It was just beautiful music.

I took my place on the risers and almost fell off. Beside Andrew were my
parents, beside them were his parents and Phil and Julie. Behind them were
Alexander, Barbara, Keith, Chris, Jerry, James and Matt. That did bring
tears and joy to me. We sang well and suddenly, I was stepping from the
risers taking my place in front of the audience. I held up my hand and
expressed my thoughts about Bach and Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring. Midway
through the piece in one of the piano interludes, I put my music down,
stepped forward and sang to the audience, my friends and family of my
feelings of love and joy. You don't get the chance very often in your
life. I must have done OK. There was a huge smile on my mother's face and
Andrew looked enchanted. There was loud applause.

At the end of the half time interval. William, our director, spoke. "Ladies
and gentlemen in the piece Some Enchanted Evening the soloist will change
some words. Just go with it and don't show surprise." There was mutterings
of what was he talking about and questioning looks at me. I smiled and
shrugged. The second half had livelier and more contemporary music. In
general, the choir seemed to respond to it positively so there was really a
fun, loose feeling.

Again I found myself standing in front of the audience. I looked at the
audience. I put my music on the music stand. "I made a promise to someone
special, a few months ago, that I would sing this as an entire piece to
them. At the time, I had only learned the first two verses. Tonight is the
night so here goes." I gave a big smile. I had decided to act it out and
sing it like an opera interpreting the music with actions. The musical
introduction started. Then I was on.

Some enchanted evening You may see a stranger, You may see a stranger
Across a crowded room And somehow you know, You know even then That
somewhere you'll see her (him) Again and again.

As I started, I scanned the audience as if I were scanning the room for a
stranger until I came to Andrew, in he last lines of the first verse. I
locked my eyes on him.

Some enchanted evening Someone may be laughin', You may hear her (him)
laughin' Across a crowded room And night after night, As strange as it
seems The sound of her (his) laughter Will sing in your dreams.

Who can explain it?  Who can tell you why?  Fools give you reasons, Wise
men never try.

For those two verses, I scanned the audience explaining to them my feelings
about him laughing and how strange it was to hear the laughing even in my
dreams. I asked them to explain it to me and looked as if it was impossible
to explain and why should we even try. Not even wise men.

Some enchanted evening When you find your true love, When you feel her
(him) call you Across a crowded room, Then fly to her (his)side, And make
her (him) your own Or all through your life you May dream all alone.

Once you have found her(him), Never let her (him) go.  Once you have found
her (him), Never let her (him) go

Then my head and eyes had locked on Andrew again. It was just he and I in
the room, communicating with our eyes. In the last verse as I shook my head
ever so slightly to 'never', I let my voice get softer but more intense,
intimate, using the old choral adage that when you sing softly you can
still sing with intensity until I was almost whispering the last words
'Never let him go'. The accompanist had agreed to follow my tempo and I
went slower and slower. The music stopped and I stood absolutely still
smiling with a closed mouth, looking at my guy. Then I broke the silence by
looking at the audience with a little tip of my head and a soft smile. The
clapping started as I walked back to my spot in the choir. Wow, even the
choir was smiling and clapping. I got claps on the shoulders, my back,
touches on the arms. William looked at me with a huge smile and signaled
for me to step down for another bow. I heard 'encore' from somewhere in the
audience. I held up my hand. They looked expectant. "Perhaps next year." I
paused. "I'm Gonna Wash That Man Right Out of My Hair." The hearty laughing
and clapping was a good antidote.

The rest of the concert was a blur. The reception was something else. I
came down talking to choir members. When I stopped to look around, I saw
Andrew literally across a crowded room. Our eyes met. He stopped talking to
Julie and started to walk across the room. We are usually not demonstrative
in mixed company and sometimes less, really is more. He walked slowly to me
and held out his hands; we stood there looking at each other, smiling,
holding hands. He put his arm on my shoulder. "Come on. They all want to
talk to you. We'll have a serious conversation later. Nobody has ever done
anything like that for me in my life. Glad to hear that I am someone
special."

"You have no idea."

Mom, "Darling, you were wonderful. I feel so sorry for last year. I had no
idea how deeply you felt. I am so proud of you."

Dad just gave me the biggest smile and hug. Jack looked at me. "I got it
right didn't I?  You really do like my son. You did us all proud
tonight. Take down trees and bring the house down. Not bad." That was
perhaps the wittiest comment of the night. But there was a more enigmatic
one to come.

Alexander came over. He had that strange look on his face, that he
sometimes has when he looks at me, when he came over to speak to me. "He
runs one of our most successful projects. He takes down huge trees. He
opens himself to the world in the most incredible way. Paul, I have not
been moved that way by both your interpretations in a long time. Would you
and Andrew come for dinner next week, very informal BBQ at our house, just
the two of you, Sunday, 5:30?" I told him I thought it was a great idea but
that I would have to check with Andrew. It was OK and we were on for that
night.

I had something very special and very different planned for Friday night
and Saturday. I managed to keep our schedule clear with the excuse that we
were going to Alexander's Sunday night and we had a lot to do.

I made my plans during the week and left work early on Friday to prepare
everything. I told Andrew that we were going out for dinner that night and
that it was a surprise. I chose the restaurant that we had gone to on that
Saturday night a year ago after I had officially split with Peter and we
had made contact and had been moving slowly with each other.

"I remember this place. We came here on that Saturday night after we
started to officially date each other."

"Oh, you are right. Stupid me. I knew that I knew this place. The food is
good and it is kind of nice to be back here with all those memories."

We ate and talked about work and the year that had passed since we were
here. It was clear that he was getting quite nostalgic. The meal was over
and I had ordered some sparkling wine to go with dessert.

I looked down at his hand and saw his ring sparkling in the candle light. I
reached over and grasped his hand with the ring with my left hand. The
rings were sparkling together. "I gave you that ring as a Christmas
present, good friends. How would you like to make that ring have even more
meaning?"

"Oh shit, you are doing it again. A step ahead of me."

"Actually, I proposed to you on Saturday night in song or at least, made my
feelings very clear." I gave him a cheeky smile. "Would you?"

He grabbed my hand tightly. "Yes, you name the time and place. I want to
jump over the table and kiss you."

I raised my wine glass."To you and us. Let's go so that we can do anything
that we want."

So we sat looking at each other, drinking our wine with more toasts to each
other. It felt so comfortable and right..

We were in the car. "Where are we going?"

"You'll see."

As I made the turn towards the underground parking.

"The Suites!"

I just nodded.

As we took the elevator up, I handed him the key.

"Is it the same room?" I nodded. We approached the room. I remembered that
first time when we had both turned off our phones and abandoned our
partners who had only had thoughts for themselves. We were almost nervous
and like kids unsure of what to do next and then the second time when we
had been dating chastely and were hungry for each other, my timetable of
going slowly shot to hell.

Now we were going in, a year later to celebrate the decision to really make
our life together public and cement our relationship. I had seen Peter at
clubs a few times over the year but he avoided me and I just let it
be. Several times I thought about how much chance plays such a part in our
lives. In my case, I couldn't be more satisfied.

I had brought some flowers to the room, a few candles and our favorite
scotch. The candles flickered as we sipped and reminisced about the year. I
could see our rings sparkling in the light. That led to gentle touching and
soft kisses. It became obvious that both of us were responding. We both had
on boxers that night and they didn't hide anything very well. We approached
each other as I had sung last Saturday softly but intensely. Once we shed
our clothes, there was not a part of our bodies that we did not touch from
head to toe and especially in between.

It turned out that both of us wanted the same thing and so we decided that
when we needed to back off, we would cool off and switch. It turned out to
be very sensual. We also both realized that we were alone; we did not have
to hold back on what we said or the volume. I enjoyed talking to him
telling him what I was doing and what I was going to do to him. He
responded often very vocally and loudly. Andrew had just agreed to marry
me. It was passionate.

I had told Phil that we would be gone until late Saturday afternoon or
evening. When he asked what was up, I just told him that I had something
special planned for Andrew. When we arrived back home on Saturday, Phil
took one look at us realizing how happy and content we were and just shook
his head in mock disgust. "You two are disgustingly happy. Get a room."

"We did!" The look on Phil's face was worth the price of the room. Then I
quickly explained what we had done. He had a really lovely smile on his
face as I finished but I did not mention the marriage proposal.

We arrived at Alexander's the next day with a bottle of wine and some very
good pastries that we had bought at our favourite patisserie. We were given
a tour of the downstairs and proceeded out to the patio and garden. As they
showed us around the downstairs I had seen the picture of a young man in
his early 20s on one of the side tables. Like the inside, the outside and
the garden were beautiful and it turned out that it was the love of
Barbara's life and Alexander did all the stone work and building himself.

We had talked about gardening and the house for a while. I was curious
about the picture; Alexander had never mentioned children. I asked him
about the picture.

His look changed. He became reflective and more sombre. "That is David, our
son." Before I could say anything he continued. "He died in an automobile
accident when he was 21, ten years ago."

Oh, shit, that made him around my age. "Alexander, I am so sorry. I had no
idea."

"It is OK now. It took us a long time and it almost cost us our marriage
but we have pulled through and are the stronger for it now. There are still
times when I miss him so much but ... I have come to terms with it."

I remembered my feelings about my father back in the winter. This must have
been devastating. We talked about David for a while and then Alexander
changed the subject by starting the BBQ and serving a fresh round of
drinks. The rest of the night passed very well. I felt so at home with the
two of them. It was clear that Andrew too enjoyed the evening and was
shocked when I told him the story later.

As we were leaving, Alexander looked at the two of us. "We are going to the
cottage next weekend and wondered if you were free and would like to join
us for Saturday and Sunday. It is lovely at this time of the year and at
this point the weather forecast is good. I know that you probably have
family commitments on the May 24th weekend."

"Could we help open it up with you? We are both experts in that."

Barbara spoke up. "That is not why we asked you and he is going to say
no. But I know that there are some jobs that 4 extra hands would be very
helpful. Once we get the canoes out, you can go off on our beautiful
lake. By the way, the cottage is very basic. We never wanted to make it
into one of those city homes on the lake. We do have basic indoor plumbing
but no dishwasher and no satellite TV. We read, watch a movie on the TV
from our iPad. Could be very dull."

We looked at each other and graciously accepted. "Do you play cards?"

Barbara, "We love euchre."

"You are definitely on. So not dull at all. We always bring lunch when we
go to a cottage. Not negotiable."

There was wonderful smile on both their faces but there was something else
as well. Hard to pin down. Early in the week, Alexander gave me times,
phone number and printed directions to the cottage. It was only an hour and
20 minutes from the city so we agreed to arrive at 11 before lunch.

The team was working well and the project with France was well on its
way. It looked as if a late June trip over to France for some of our team
would be in order. Andrew had tied up any loose ends at work. We were ready
to go on Friday night. We had bought all the food that we needed for lunch
and some good wines. I included a good bottle of scotch that I intended to
leave for the Alexander for his use at the cottage. We went to the club for
a good evening with the guys. We didn't share our plans for the weekend as
Keith and Chris were there and I just felt somehow this should just be kept
between us and the Greys.

We arrived just after 11 on a glorious spring day. The cottage was rustic
but exactly what I liked. It had the necessary things: a deck, a screened
in porch and a dock. Oh and the most magnificent view down to the lake and
the lapping water. Our praise of the cottage was as effusive as Barbara and
Alexander's was for the food and drink that we had brought.

We had a delicious lunch. Naturally, we provided it. Ah, modesty. We
received a lot of praise for it. The conversation was easy and fun. We
pressed Barbara for what needed done after lunch. It was simple. Get the
canoes and paddle boat down and at least one canoe and paddle boat to the
lake. It did not take a lot of time. We helped, despite protests from
Alexander, with the clean up in the yard that is always needed after
winter.

Finally they insisted that we take some time to relax. We headed down to
the dock for a canoe ride. I was feeling so relaxed and at peace that I lay
down on the dock with my eyes closed and just soaked in the spring sun as
the water lapped against the dock. Pure joy! I felt a drop of water on my
face. I brushed it off. Seconds later a bigger drop fell. I opened my eyes
to see a hand with a can turned to let drips fall on me.

"You bugger." I yelled as I reached up to grab Andrew's hand. Big
mistake. I hit the can and the very cold water splashed all over my neck
and chest. "Damn, that is cold. You shit." I was up in a flash and he was
off even faster. He had a head start but I was determined. I caught him
after a couple of circuits of the lawn. I suddenly heard laughter and
cheering from the deck. By this time, we were laughing like kids as I had
him pinned to the ground. I looked up at the deck. "He has been
naughty. How should I punished him?" I heard Barbara above everyone
else. "A little smack and then a little makeup kiss." She said it as you
might talk to a small child. I took her advice.

As we walked back to the dock. "I liked it. The punishment."

"Pervert."

"Yeah!"

The canoe showed how truly beautiful the lake was. Supper showed what
wonderful hosts and people the Greys were. Euchre showed how competitive we
all were. Barbara and I just beat the other team by a few points. What a
sweet win. Lights out in our bedroom showed how quietly we could make love
with passion.

On Sunday morning after breakfast, Andrew was helping Barbara with some
things outside and Alexander asked me to come and sit on the deck with
him. For the umpteenth time, I commented on how beautiful and serene the
setting and view were. Alexander seemed to have something on his mind so I
just stopped talking and enjoyed the ambiance

"Paul, I have been pondering how to say this to you for weeks." Was there a
problem with my work? Surely this would not be the way to tell me. Damn it,
that little touch of insecurity was always there. I tried hard not let it
show on my face. "You asked me about the picture of my son." He paused
reflecting. There was a little sadness in his face. "You and he would be
about the same age." He paused again, obviously getting his emotions under
control. "Paul, I shall just say it. You are a lot of what I hoped that he
would become when he reached your age. Every time I look at you, I see
him. No don't look alarmed. It has done me so much good to be with you. I
have a proposition for you." Now he looked determined. "I would like to
give you some of my shares and make you my junior partner in the firm. I
have watched you grow in the last years into a natural leader and a fine
young man with good judgment. Barbara has the same feelings toward you and
Andrew. We know that you have parents that you love and respect. Having met
them, I realize why you are both such fine young men. I know that I can
never have that relationship but I want you close."

I was beyond speechless. This explained all the unexplained looks that he
gave me. I finally stammered. "Alexander, I, I, I don't know what to say."

"I hope that is not a no." He smiled. "Think about the offer. In addition,
we want to offer you the use of the cottage when you want it, even if we
are not here. You can bring friends or just relax. I have seen how much you
both love the outdoors and this place and I know that you would respect
it."

My mind was racing, a thousand thoughts a minute. "Alexander, I am
overwhelmed. Can we talk sometime next week about the ramifications of this
and about how you see the future of the company. My immediate reaction on
one very important issue concerns the shares. You used the word give. I
assume that you mean separate the shares and sell them to me at market
value." I looked at him.

"I actually meant give. Do you have a problem with that?"

"Yes, I must pay for the shares." He looked questioningly at me as if I
were insane. "I want every decision that I make at work to be based on the
fact that that it is my money invested in the company. Not a free gift." I
guess I said it as if, like us bringing the lunch, it was not negotiable.

"You confirm my confidence in you at every turn. We shall talk next week. I
think maybe lunch for a planning session and continued in a room the
restaurant will give me. I know just the spot. I want to be away from
work. How about Tuesday?"

"Good. It will give me time to think and have the team ready for my
absence."

"You and Andrew act a little differently this weekend as you did last
Sunday night. Everything is going well I take it?"

I thought quickly. This man had just told me that I was like a son to him
and had been prepared to give me shares in the company. "Can I tell you
something that you cannot repeat, except to Barbara?" He frowned but nodded
yes. "We had a very special weekend last week. Supper out at a significant
restaurant followed by a night at a hotel that had special meaning for
us. I suggested that the rings that we gave each other as Christmas
presents take on a more significant meaning." I held up my left hand. He
was a smart man and he broke out into a huge smile and mouthed 'and'. "No
date set but we are considering before we go to France in June or late
August, September. No one but you, Andrew and I know."

"I am privileged and honoured. " He stood up and came over and gave me a
huge hug, much like I am sure my father will do when we tell them on the
May 24th weekend. The big question was would I have a big hug from my
mother. We had already decided to tell them after breakfast or lunch on the
Monday before we left. I did not want a repeat of last year's Labour Day
weekend.

We stayed until the late afternoon just canoeing, walking, chatting,
reading, drinking a bit of wine. Cottage life. It was a very warm parting.

We had driven for a while when Andrew looked at me. "You seem a little
pensive. You and Alexander had what looked like a serious talk."

"Serious? Me, I was speechless and overwhelmed. He offered to give me
shares in the company to make me his junior partner. Then he told me that
we were free to use the cottage by ourselves or with friends even if they
were not there."

"Was there a reason for this?"

I explained about the son and their reaction to Andrew and me.

"That explains it. Barbara gave me a complete tour of the cottage and sheds
showing me where everything was. No wonder EVEN YOU were left speechless."

I turned my head and sure enough, a wicked little grin. My reaction? "Bite
me."

"Now if that were in marriage ceremony, I would even promise to honour and
obey."

We both started to chuckle. I explained my position on the shares. He
understood. It looked as both of us would have a little debt but we could
work around it.

We had our Tuesday meeting and came to a mutually acceptable agreement on
the price of the shares. We shared a lot of ideas about the company. We
also decided for the present to keep the arrangement between ourselves. I
would slowly take on more leadership roles over the months and years. As we
walked into the office, I commented that he was now 'boss'. "Thanks
Mr. Grey. I think that pretty well sums up where we stand on the French
contract."

"Yes good meeting. I am pleased with the progress on all fronts."

I told Andrew that night all the details of the meeting with Alexander. We
talked and then he, with a little smirk, "On another topic. Still want to
get married?" I gave him my look.  "I would like to suggest June before we
go to France. If we decide now, we could tell everyone the dates when we
meet your family this week and mine next weekend."

"I suppose that you have more suggestions from the look on your face. I
have one request. I would like to have our marriage blessed in your
parent's church." He looked so pleased at my request.

We had a great discussion holding hands. We picked a tentative date in June
subject to a lot of consultations. We decided to tell Andrew's parents
sooner rather than later. We were both free to take the next afternoon and
and the following morning off to go to Andrew's parents, check dates and
talk to the minister at their church. Andrew phoned the next morning to get
an appointment for early on the morning when we were leaving.

We decided on a civil ceremony on Friday afternoon with just family and few
friends and then a big bash on Friday night with a cast of thousands. Free
booze for the first hour and then a cash bar. We would attend the Sunday
service and have a small blessing ceremony after the service or when the
minister wanted it. Easy. Yeah, my head reeled at all the hurdles and the
organization of coordinating it so quickly. Just over a month away.

I realized how important Alexander was becoming to me. I asked for a brief
meeting with him on Wednesday morning. It seemed so right to tell him the
details and to invite him to the civil ceremony, the Friday night bash and
the blessing on Sunday. I think his eyes were a bit moist by the time I had
finished. He was free and he said that he knew that Barbara would be
delighted to attend everything that I had outlined. We left the city at
3:30 to arrive at Andrew's just after supper. We had warned them that we
were coming and Janice had a lovey meal ready.

After supper, "Mom and Dad, we have some news. Paul? "We wanted you to know
that I have been asked to be a junior partner in my firm. I shall be doing
what Andrew did, buying shares in the company." There were congratulations
and I received lots of nice comments. "Oh, another small thing, I proposed
to your son and he accepted." For seconds, there was silence finally broken
by Janice sniffling and then by Jack standing up and giving first his son
and then me a huge bear hug.

Jack, looking at me, "I always think of you as my son, now you will be. I
can't say welcome to the family because you have been part of it for a year
now. Great news."

We outlined our plans; Janice was beside herself with joy. We chatted and
talked for an hour over drinks.  Jack had bought some really nice scotch
and he was actually enjoying it with us. Big move for a beer drinker. Early
the next morning, we had an hour long talk with the minister and Janice. He
remembered that I was singing a solo at the Sunday morning service after
the May 24th weekend. He outlined the churches official position on
celebrating same sex marriages but explained the wiggle room he had,
especially as we would already be married. His mind was obviously thinking
fast at the meeting. He suggested a little ceremony in the early afternoon
with just family and a few friends that were invited. He said it was a
wonderful challenge and that he would work something out that would use
some of the liturgy and make it meaningful for everyone. In particular, he
wanted to involve both our parents.

Then it was back to work. I told my staff that I had an emergency meeting
for family reasons at Andrew's parents home and got caught up on the last
day. Everything had worked like clock work.

Phil just shook his head when we told him where we had been and why. His
only comment was that he would have to waste a June weekend which would
just be giving Julie ideas. He added his sarcastic thanks. Then he gave
both us a great smile and a big hug. That had me thinking of Anne and her
reaction. I thought that maybe I should I should give her advanced warning
before I told Mum and Dad.

We had brought our usual lunch stuff and had a great lunch out on the porch
with my family. I told them about Alexander's proposal and everyone was
very congratulatory. Dad in particular beamed with satisfaction and
pride. I was really glad to notice that he had lost a bit of weight and was
exercising and eating a very healthy diet. It had been a wake up call for
all of us.

I knew that I was tense on Monday morning at breakfast. As we got up to
take plates into the kitchen. I asked Anne to go for a little walk with
me. She looked at me and I just said that I wanted to chat.

"Sis, I don't want to blindside you but I have more news that I am going to
break to Mum and Dad before we leave." She frowned and shrugged her
shoulders looking at me expectantly."Andrew and I are going to get
married." I paused to see first the frown of surprise and then the
brilliant smile of pleasure for us. "In June." I gave her the reason and
the proposed date.

With a big smile, "You guys don't fool around."

With a bigger smile, "Sure we do. A lot." I got a swat on the shoulder for
that.

"Thanks for the consideration. Jason and I have talked about it. I know our
relationship is strong. We haven't felt the need. Let's talk later. I guess
I have been the one not pushing the issue."

Lunch was finished. It was time. "Mum and Dad, Andrew wants to tell you
something."

He smiled but muttered something under his breath. I think I heard 'you
bugger'. "Your son made a proposal to me last week." He paused. I was
looking at Mum intently. She looked as if she didn't understand. "I
accepted his PROPOSAL. Our rings have taken on a new meaning." He held up
his left hand.

I watched my mother's face slowly change from the frown of not
understanding, to her eyes opening wider, to a smile of joy slowly
spreading from her lips over her entire face. She stood up. "Come here you
two." She held put her arms and embraced us both giving each of us a
kiss. My heart leaped.

Dad. "My turn." He gave me the hug I had expected. Tight and hard. "What
wonderful news. I now have a daughter and three sons." Then Andrew received
the same hug with a whispered welcome to the family. I noticed a lovely
smile pass between Jason and Anne at Dad's three sons comment. Good for
Dad. There was excited talk from then until we left. Dates and arrangements
were all approved. All the major players were available. Mum was more than
happy especially when she realized that we could never have a blessing in
her church; I think that I saw the wheel turning in her head.

Home in our place, alone, as Phil had a few weeks off before his summer
courses started and he had gone. Not before some tough reassurances. We had
spent some time assuring him that we would be in and out all summer and
that we hoped that Julie would come for some of the summer. We insisted
that he stay the summer and all terms until he was finished. I, for one,
enjoyed having him.

But tonight, alone. I think that with all the pressure and things over the
last two weeks that we knew that tonight would be something special. We
were so right. After unpacking, we collapsed on the couch beside each
other.

Andrew took the lead. "I am so happy. I realize now that marriage is
something set apart. You were so right it is a public comment that living
together just doesn't say. I am so glad that we are sharing it with
everyone."

"I have always thought that marriage was really a family and community
celebration and should be celebrated that way. Thanks so much for wanting
to do it that way."

"I am a little nervous but I want to make that commitment in public. To
you."

Andrew turned and gave me a gentle kiss. It always fascinates me how a kiss
can change. We each started to open the others shirt as we kissed and the
gentle stroking of our bare chests caused the kiss to turn more urgent and
passionate. Tongues became involved and Andrew knew that sometimes just the
gentle touching of the tip of his tongue to mine, could drive me wild. That
is what it did this time. In minutes, I was almost breathless and moaning
and making sharp little noises in my throat.

Shirts were off and pants open.  I had Andrew's shorts down so that his
cock was sticking out pulsing slightly. "Lover, I just love seeing you like
that, with you pulsing. I can see and feel your need for more." I used my
finger tips just gently fingering the tip and then up and down the side. He
was beginning to leak. My finger touched the glistening liquid and then I
put my finger in my mouth. It didn't have a lot of taste but it was Andrew
and somehow it was just so goddamn sexy to do that.

When he did the same to me, I could not stop moving and sighing. Actually,
I think I was swearing. He looked at me. "I bet you would like my tongue to
circle the head, lick you clean and then take that big, hard cock all the
way down my throat?" I nodded my head yes and I must have had an almost
pleading look. He smiled. "Say please."

"Please. Lover, take me so that I can feel that tongue and hot mouth send
electricity through my body." As he did it, I had my hand on his head and
started a rhythm giving myself pleasure from his mouth. He was good. I
think I was crooning as he sucked me as I moved him up and down to my
needs.

Finally, I stopped him, muttering, too close. I forced him to stand in
front of me and took the remainder of his clothing off. Then I just sat
there looking at his red, straining erection. "Lover it is perfect. I love
the way it curves up. It looks like a sculpture." It was moving slowly to
his pulse and other small movements. I smiled. "Maybe not just a sculpture
but a piece of installation art." I blew on it. I flicked it with my
tongue. Thank god, Phil was not around. Andrew made a lot of noise.

"Please don't just look. Take me." When I suddenly took him all the way
down, he yelled a lot of curses. When I finally stood stroking myself, I
looked at him with a questioning look. I ask him what he wanted. He was
short and to the point. "Take me."

I ordered him to stay standing while I went to get some lube. He was still
standing straight and tall when I came back. What a magnificent sight. His
beautiful, defined, slender body with his sculptured erection standing
upright from his body. I stroked my self looking at him with complete love
and lust.

I rimmed him. I raked his back lightly with fingernails. He was finally
obviously in overload. I sat on the couch beside him. I looked at him with
lust, glazed eyes. "I need to see you, to kiss you, to touch you." He stood
up, leaned over and put lube on me. Then he straddled my legs positioning
himself over me. I could feel his entrance and I let him decide when and
how fast. What an incredible feeling. I could feel the tightness and
hotness as I entered him and as he slowly slid down until he was sitting on
my legs. I could feel him contracting as his body fitted around me. Hot,
tight and throbbing. I stopped him from moving. I stroked him. I sucked and
bit his nipples. I ran my hands through his chest hair. I could tell that
he could not stay still any longer and I used my hands to guide him up and
let him set his own rhythm.

I stopped him once when we were too close. Oh the kisses and touches
allowed us to relax a bit but only stoked us for the finale. When it came
it was a like freight train for me but he came first from my hard, quick
strokes. The first pulse hit my chest. I was totally in lust and I used my
fingers of my other hand to grab the white liquid and feed it to myself and
then to kiss him. His contractions set me off. I could feel the tingling
start in my thighs and groin and suddenly the contractions were shooting as
much as I could ever shoot. The sensations were amazing with every nerve
firing.  As we both finished and looked at each other amazed at the
intensity of our love, we smiled recognizing the crazy, incredible,
physical joy that we had had.

We just kissed gently and held each other in amazement. I finally softened
and came out with a flood of semen onto my legs. We looked at my legs as he
sat back. He said it all. "Messy and wonderful, lover."

I couldn't help myself. It was so intense. "Let's get married every few
months if this is the effect."

"From the looks of it, we can do it no matter what the cause is. Paul,
thank you, thank you, thank you."

"Andrew, you have changed my world."

We went to bed. No clean up. Just our naked bodies wet and messy, pressed
against each other in harmony.


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