Date: Thu, 10 Nov 2011 10:18:53 -0500
From: preecherdave@gmail.com
Subject: Getting My Act Together 3

This story includes homosexual sex. If you are underage or do not like the
subject, then don't read it.

The story is not autobiographical and is a product of the author's fertile
imagination.

Comments welcomed              preecherdave@gmail.com

We decided that, before the big trip skiing in late January, we would host
a poker/games night to get everyone together. This year it was a mixture of
the skiers from both our friends with the addition of Marty and Stephen
from work. Somehow Matt got word of the trip and invited himself along. Now
how did that happen? Didn't really have to have that question answered;
Matt and Marty arrived together. I decided to play silly bugger.

"Matt, welcome. Have you just arrived? Don't you have any kit for your
stay; the bedroom is ready as usual."

"Brother dear, you are such a pain in the butt. I am not staying here. Any
other questions?"

My wicked smile said it all. The punch in the arm almost hurt but his
slightly guilty smile made up for it.

It was a great evening. We had several card tables set up for poker or any
game people knew. We also had our laptops out for video games. There was
poker, euchre and asshole with lots of laughs. The group gelled. The final
item was room allocation. We were an odd number and I asked Sean if Stephen
from our office could bunk in with him and his roommate.

"I guess he can't stay with you or Matt?"  His sly smile told me that he
was playing silly bugger with me.

"I don't think that Stephen needs any education on alternate sexuality. I
certainly don't intend to be celibate like the rest of you. I cannot speak
for Matt or Marty."

We all arrived at the resort in a number of very full cars, late on the
next Friday afternoon. When we went for breakfast the next morning, the sun
was out and everyone was ready for a full day of skiing. It was a beautiful
late January day. Matt took Marty and Stephen under his wing as they were
the novices. Matt was a very good skier and set out to do the basics with
them.

A bunch of us, including Rob, set off for the advanced runs. It was the
perfect day with good condition from a recent snow fall. I watched Rob do
his first run; he was good. But what I really noticed were his butt and
legs in those very tight ski pants. They flexed and moved in rhythm to his
skiing. I watched him on and off all day. Lunch was particularly difficult
as he took off his hat, with his tousled hair, slightly damp from the
exercise and then taking off his ski jacket, revealing the perfect male
torso and well defined basket. At one point, I had to stay seated as the
sights of him moving and laughing with our friends, started me growing. On
our last run I went first and then stopped to watch him gracefully come
down with sweeping turns that were almost like a ballet on snow. I couldn't
stop the images of him naked on top of me as he entered me or the two of us
looking at each other in the bathroom mirror, aroused. He stopped beside
me, beaming with energy and vitality.

"You've been watching be all day, on the hills and inside. You like my
style?" He had an amused smile on his face.

"You have no idea."  We skied off to the chalet. "I think I could use a
little rest after all this."

"A rest?" Again the amused smile.

We entered the room and I locked the door with a certain, decisive snap. He
started across the room and as he got in front of the mirror on the
dresser, I said forcefully, "Stop right there." He looked at me with the
same smile.

I walked over, not saying a word. I ran my hands over his shoulders, down
his side following the line of his body until my hands were on his
buttocks. I didn't pull him close. I locked onto his eyes.

"You have upset me all day. It has been torture. Stand still and don't move
until I tell you differently." No more words were spoken. I started with
his sweater, then his shirt and underwear. I licked his chest and nipples
until he was groaning. I raised one arm up and started on his armpits. I
did hear the word shit, with a groan. I turned him around and started on
his back and chest at the same time, pulled the hair on his chest and raked
his back with my nails. I watched him in the mirror; his crotch was totally
full. I put one hand on it.

"I see we have a problem here. Good, I know how to fix it." I kept my gaze
glued to the mirror. While looking at him, I undid his belt and zipper and
then took off his ski pants. His erection was outlined in the skin tight
underwear which was now wet.  I lightly fingered it. Eventually, I
carefully but urgently took them off. He was very hard. As I kneeled down
to pull his underwear and pants down, he stepped out of them. I spread his
feet wide and used my tongue everywhere on his ass until I was finally
licking his hole with force and penetrating him with my tongue. I looked up
to see his eyes closed with a look of rapture on his face.

I stood up and as I did, I slapped his buttocks fairly hard. His eyes
opened to mine, boring into his. I kissed him. I then did a slow strip
tease. His gaze followed every move intently, looking in the mirror. He did
not move.

"Stay where you are." I went to get the lube. This would surprise him.

I looked at him and told him to step back, but to keep facing the mirror. I
stood in front of him and spread a lot of lube on him. I gave the lube to
him and turned myself around to face the mirror.

"I don't need any foreplay; you provided it all day. Lube me up and fuck
me. There is no Plan B." He did as I ordered. "There is no need to be
gentle." He was Rob; he entered slowly and waited at that first spot. I
could see the outline of his cock in the mirror as he had entered me; it
was even more erotic than I had expected. I put my hands back and pulled
him hard and quickly into me. He needed no further orders. I moaned, I
sighed, I cursed. It was pain and pleasure, exactly what I wanted.

"Don't hold back, we have all of tonight."  After a couple of minutes, I
felt him go in hard and as far as he could and stay. I thought that I could
feel his pulses. I could feel the lubrication when he started to pump in
and out again, yelling his pleasure. He pulled out. There was cum
everywhere and I hadn't cum yet.

He spoke for the first time. "No arguments." He said with authority. He
lubed me. "I want exactly the same." He pulled me back, came around and
took my place. As I entered him, I could see his eyes blazing in lust in
the mirror. He was still erect with lots of cum on his cock mixed with
lube. As I entered him, I started to fist him and very soon I had the most
amazing orgasm of my life. It literally coursed through my body in waves
like lightning bolts and he came again, all over my hand and the
dresser. Amazing. Looking at him in the mirror, I brought my hand up to my
mouth and cleaned it off. He turned his head and kissed me.

He looked at me almost shell shocked. "Some rest. You will have to explain
this to me sometime. I don't think I have ever had such an amazing
experience."

We were late for supper. Matt gave me a look. I think that I blushed. I was
speechless again. He whispered that he and Marty had arrived a few minutes
before us. He blushed.

The next couple of weeks were going to be very busy at work as we worked on
a software release. One of the features was the one that had caused Rob to
be hired. The entire release involved two teams as it was quite an
extensive rework.  But we had our personal routine which was so good to
share with my man.

It was the second Thursday after the ski trip when our receptionist called
me. A call from a hospital. It sounds important was her message.

"Hello, Michael Wallace here. Yes, my brother is Matt Wallace. I take it
that there must be a problem. What do the doctors think it is? Meningitis?
What is his condition? That doesn't sound good. I'll be there in 2 – 3
hours. Here is my mobile number. Yes, I shall try contacting the family."

"Rob, I just took a call from a hospital near Matt's campus. He has been
admitted. They think it is meningitis and it doesn't sound good. They
cannot contact Mom or Dad or Brian. "

"I know Plan A, Mike. Drive carefully. Go home and get your stuff and call
me as soon as you know anything.." He did something that totally blew me
away. He looked quickly around and then gave me a kiss. "I love you so
much. For you in this case, there would only be Plan A."

I saw my boss and then, the worst part, I went to Marty. He almost broke
down. "Michael, no discussion. We'll need two cars. I am going to finish up
and leave in an hour. See you at the hospital." Closer than I thought. I
hugged him.

I presented myself to the nursing station and got an update. His
temperature was hovering slightly over 40 Celsius and he was barely
conscious, delirious. He was on intravenous antibiotics. Apparently, he was
resting slightly better than he had.

"Matt, I'm here to be with you buddy." I held his hand and just talked
softly to him. He stirred a bit, almost as if he knew I was there. I did
the little duties that the nurses said I could. He did seem to relax and
sleep; I was probably imagining it but it made be feel better. I whispered
that I was going out to call Brian, Mom and Dad. I got Brian and brought
him up to date. We agreed that he would stay in Toronto and wait for
updates. He would keep trying to reach Mom and Dad. I left word at
reception and at the nursing station about Marty, just saying that he was a
very close friend that Matt would want to see.

Marty arrived and was allowed in. I gave him hug and left him alone with
Matt. When I came back, he was holding Matt's hand just saying soothing
things to him.

"Marty, he is resting better and I am really hungry and unless you ate, you
are too. Let's go and get something to eat. We have to keep our energy and
blood sugar up."

In the cafeteria at the hospital, I explained what I knew about Matt's
condition. Then I went on to tell him about our family. He nodded his head;
he got the message. He was just a friend if my family came, nothing
more. He was intrigued about Christmas. It looked as if he too had
decisions to make. I made it clear that Rob and I were available for
chats. I suddenly realized that I was talking to a potential
brother-in-law. We bonded as never before. He headed back up.

I had a really important call to make. I got him on his mobile as there was
no answer at home."Hi big guy, safe and sound and I think he is
stable. Marty and I just finished some supper. What's the noise? Are you
driving somewhere?"

"Oh lover, thanks for the call. Yeah, I am half way to you. I took tomorrow
off. "

"I don't know what to say."

"How unusual!" He paused and laughed. "Do we have a place to stay?... I
figured not. I'll find us a room and come to the hospital. Mikey, this may
be presumptuous but I consider him my brother too." There was a long
pause. "Still don't know what to say?"

"I'll show you how I feel later."

"Promises, promises."

"Ones that I will keep. Lover, I can't wait to see you. Please drive
safely." We broke off.

Mom and Dad arrived at 8:00. Marty and I had been spelling each other
off. Matt looked better and his breathing was better and his temperature
had gone down to 39.5. A good sign the nurses said. I introduced Marty to
Mom and Dad as a friend of Matt. Rob arrived 30 minutes later. I could have
almost cried. Mom got up and went over and hugged Rob and thanked him for
driving all that way. Rob didn't know what to say. To hell with it, I gave
him a welcoming hug too and whispered some things in his ear. He blushed.

I took Marty out and suggested that he and I go over to Rob's so that I
could introduce him and he could bunk in Rob's room.

 He paused and looked a little guilty. "I know the guys pretty well; I have
already put my stuff in his room. I called them a little while ago with an
update." Was this going to be a whole night of being speechless? I wisely
just said great. We each took turns through the night being with Matt. It
broke while I was with him at 4:00 in the morning.

He stirred and his eyes came open. "Hi big guy, don't feel too great. Did I
hear Marty at some time or was that a dream?"

"The whole crew is here. Mom, Dad, Rob and Marty, just your friend to Mom
and Dad."

"I owe you. Could I have a drink?" He smiled. "A beer would be great." His
humour was still there, good. We chatted and he drifted off again. When Rob
came in, he was jubilant at the news. I went back to the motel while Rob
stayed.

I heard the door to the room open. In came, a tired looking Rob. With help
from Marty, we had basically taken over the night shift. We had sent Mom
and Dad back to their motel room for a nights sleep. They came in at 8:30,
ordered Rob and Marty out and told Rob that the two of us were not to show
our faces until noon. He stripped as he crossed the room. "Promises,
promises?"

"Come here. You know I am a man of my word." It was interesting to see him
grow erect and he was hard by the time he embraced me. He wasn't alone on
that score. We kissed. I reached over and got the lube. "Let's do something
we haven't done for a while."

"You mean practise celibacy."

"If that is what you want."

He paused after a chuckle from both of us. "You called my bluff. Your
proposal?"

I put lube on my hand and then on his. Then as I kissed him, I started to
gently use my fist up and down his very inflamed cock. He reciprocated. I
did nip his nipples a couple of times but I kept fisting him. He was close
and so was I. So I just went harder and faster. He was a good mimic. We
both went rigid close together, firing a lot of semen all over our stomachs
and pubes. I looked intently at him and licked my fingers and hands clean
humming all the time. He followed me mumbling, nectar of the gods. We
shared our bounty with a kiss. Simple and effective. We fell asleep.

We had to shower quickly to get to the hospital for noon. Matt had turned
the corner and was awake and complaining, a very good sign. Mom, Dad and
Marty were there. Some how Marty had convinced Mom and Dad that he was
close by and could stay and look after Matt until Sunday night. They agreed
to drive back Monday to see that everything was OK. As all of us but Marty,
left later in the day, I glanced back in the room. Matt had his arms around
Marty, a very, very good sign. He was mostly back on his feet by the end of
the week.

Back to our routine. That was welcome. With the ski trip and the Matt's
sickness it was just nice to do our regular things but we still had a week
and half to go until the software release. Rob and I spent several 12 hour
plus days making up for lost time. We made the deadline. We had decided on
throwing a big party at our place for the two teams involved, the weekend
after the release.

It was a large crowd that was coming for food, drink, games and
chat. Whatever they wanted. We had people everywhere.  We put some laptops
in the study for some computer gaming and they were popular. The party was
exactly what we wanted. It celebrated our working together and established
friendships and bonds that were invaluable around the office. In fact, the
President took me aside on the Monday, telling me that he had heard of the
party and did I want a contribution to it. I declined. It was my treat for
their loyalty and hard work. I guess somehow the word got around. I
received at lot of thanks.

In retrospect, we made one little error. I guess people are observant and
some must have come to the conclusion that no one used the study room. The
word must have gotten slowly around the office. A week later at work, Rob
came up to me a little upset. "That bloody bastard Randy just asked me if
you and I were ass bandits." He paused with a look of disgust. "He said
that he had heard rumours that we lived together, not just a roommates. He
said he had suspected for a long time. He seemed to imply that he had a
hold on us now."

"What did you say?"

"I told him that after all he had said and done to you and to me, my life
and yours was none of his fucking business."

I chuckled as I asked, "In those exact words."

"Yes!"

"Well spoken. The prick. He does bring out the worst or the best in the
both of us. Suggestion. Let's go for a nice meal after work and work out
...."

"Plan A, B and C." One of our friends at work walked by and asked if we
always felt that our coding was that funny. We both mumbled through our
laughter that yes, sometimes you could only laugh.

We had a great meal and a good discussion. We were out to our families and
close friends. It was time to make a simple statement at work to those who
mattered to us. There were already several people at work who were aware
and it had made no difference to our relationships. This would take away
any power that Randy thought he had over us.

We had a short meeting called about the next project, the next day. At the
end of the meeting, I asked for a short minute for a personal matter.

"Someone in the office approached Rob recently with a rumour, that Rob and
I were more than roommates. The person seemed to think this gave them some
power over us. I hope that this doesn't offend anyone or change any
attitudes. Rob and I are partners and have been for several months. I
consider myself very lucky. He just doesn't know how lucky he is. Any
questions?"

 There was a group chuckle and several 'no questions'. One of my team
members looked at me and said that he was very pleased that it was in the
open and gave a big congratulation to us both. Lots of nodding in
agreement. I saw one of our most macho guys slap Rob on the back and say
that he was a sly bugger, oops no pun was intended. Lots of laughs. That
was it. Done. I did go tell my boss. He just smiled and said that it was no
surprise to him.  Later in the day the President gave me a knowing
smile. As I was leaving later in the day, I wished Randy a good evening, he
scowled even more than usual.

I got a call from Matt later in the week. He wanted to come and take me up
on my offer to talk. He said that he would stay with us and that he would
like to keep his visit just between us. It sounded that the man had to get
somethings off his chest. I hoped that Marty was not on the firing line. I
let him know that only Rob would know. I asked if he wanted me alone and he
said yes to start. Luckily we were not busy that weekend and I established
a time and the day. Rob agreed to take a hike, in his words. He did have a
smile on his face.

Matt arrived on Saturday, mid morning. We chatted and had lunch with
Rob. Rob was great; he put on a great production about having to leave his
own home. It was almost worth an academy award. It had us all in stitches
by the time he left or dragged himself out, announcing that he would be
back at 5:00 with supper with great sighs.

"Mike, you are so lucky. He is so great."

"Don't I think that all the time. Don't ever tell him I said that. Brother,
you have something on your mind?"

"Mike, I am so confused. I like women but I really enjoy Marty so much. I
know that I am bisexual. I don't want to be unfair to Marty. I know how he
feels about me. Sometimes it scares me."

"Matt, I'm lucky. I have had good sex with women but by the end of my first
year of University, I knew that I was gay. It was men that I wanted to be
with. They were the ones who really turned me on mentally and
physically. As you probably know in my last year, I met James who was the
one in my mind. I fell for him big time. When he dumped me just after
graduation, I was devastated. I felt used and worthless. When I was outed,
I had the worst of all worlds. My lover gone and my family turned me into a
nobody. You were the only exception. I went deeply in the closet and had a
succession of experiences that left me unfulfilled or actually dismayed.
They left me totally lost personally until I woke up late last summer,
decided that I had to change and then met Rob. So I can only ask questions
and help you clarify your feelings. Everyone is different."

"Mikey, I had no idea it hurt so much. You seemed so together."

"We are all survivors and I was a good actor. A question to ask
yourself. Who would you really like to settle down with a man or a woman?
You don't have to answer; it is a question for yourself. About Marty, you
are both young. You may end up not being the man for him. As long you don't
make unreasonable promises, you two can feel your way. Is it just the sex
with Marty or do really like just being with him? Rob and I just enjoy
doing things together and being with each other reading, watching TV,
everyday things."

"What do I tell people? What do I tell Mom and Dad."

"You don't have to tell anyone anything. Your private life is yours and can
be kept as private as you want. Is Marty pushing for more of commitment?

"No, I think that he is a little confused himself."

"Then discuss it with him when an appropriate moment comes up. He is a
great guy and I know that he cares for you, a statement of the obvious. I
think that you both have your heads screwed on correctly. You certainly
didn't mind exposing yourselves at New Years, almost literally. It was
fun."

We went on talking with no thought of the time. Suddenly, Rob was there
with wonderful smelling Thai food.

"Could I phone Marty. I think that I really want to talk with him. Could he
come over?" There were smiles of yes.

We heard only one end of the conversation from the living room. "Hi,
Marty. What are you doing tonight? Just a boring night home? I came up to
see Michael today about some family things. Want to come over for some Thai
food at Michael's? Yeah, there is always enough. 15, 20 minutes sounds
great."

We put the food in the oven at warm and hold. We sat with some wine waiting
for Marty. He asked Rob some questions and received answers much like mine.

Matt looked at us intently. "Guys a personal question. How many times a
week do you, you know."

"If I'm lucky... once a week." Rob had just taken a drink and it came
spurting out with a burst of amazed laughter. "What?" I asked innocently.

"The truth is that your brother is like a rabbit. Morning, noon and night
if he could. I don't dare go into the washroom at work without someone else
there."

I was almost on the floor. "Matt, I guess it's somewhere in between. We are
very compatible. Why do you ask?"

"I'm perpetually ready and I am looking at women and men all the time when
I am on campus and Marty is here and I am not with him."

"I don't want you to answer these questions. Do you act on it? Do you
really want to act on it? Is Marty worth waiting for? Do you want a family
in the traditional sense?"

"I found out at New Years that your brother stopped any outside activity
after he and I started doing things together as friends, even when he
thought that I was hetero and not available." At that moment, the buzzer
went. Marty had arrived.

The look between them spoke a lot. There was a quick holding of hands and a
kiss on the lips. We ate and Matt was obviously relieved and there was lots
of joking and fun. Marty couldn't help commenting again that this was one
of the best surprises in a long time. We played euchre. I like it because
it can be fast and fun as trump cards come up unexpectedly. I was actually
pleased when Matt left with his kit with Marty. I found Rob looking at me
several times in the evening. They were quite intense looks.  These were
the sort of looks I had given him at Tremblant. Oh, oh.

I came in from the kitchen. Rob was slouched in the couch with his arms
spread on the back and his legs straight out and sprawled wide open. I got
to the centre of the room.

"Stop there and face me." His look was sultry, the only word that came to
mind. "No explanations no questions. Strip for me ... slowly." I returned
his look as I looked at him from feet to head. I noticed that he was
already starting to fill out. I think he wanted me to see that. I
unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it slowly out. I pulled off one sleeve at a
time and dropped it to the ground.  I very slowly pulled my t shirt off and
dropped it. Next my socks. I undid my belt and slid the zipper slowly down;
I moved so that my pants slowly fell off and I stepped out of them. I was
definitely growing.

"Turn around slowly." I did. "Now, off with the shorts and turn again." It
was actually quite erotic to show off like this with my cock straight out
and bouncing as I moved. "Come over here Mike."

When I went over, Rob flicked the head of my cock lightly with his fingers,
then lightly licked it and finally went up and down the entire length with
his tongue. He stopped and pulled my balls and worked on them. I think I
swore. When he took me in his mouth and sucked, I didn't figure I would
last long. Little did I know. He moved me away and stood up and kissed me
and elegantly stripped himself, all the while looking intently at me.

"Pay back for the skiing trip. Love you." That was all he said. He got the
lube and to my surprise he lubed my cock, lubed himself and then put his
knees on the couch and leaned over with his hands on the back of the
couch. "You know what to do."

That was the end of the foreplay. There was cry of pleasure from both of
us, as I entered him and more as I went in and out. I reached around and
played with his nipples and chest. I was very close and he could tell.

"Stop and come out." I tried to protest but he insisted.

"Oh, Michael, you look a little aroused." I could only murmur something
unintelligible.  He guided me to the bathroom.

"Now, it is your turn but I thought a little live porno show would be
appropriate." When we were there in front of the mirror, he came behind me
and with the lube, he lubed me up. I tried to protest but the lust filled
look he gave me, stopped me.  He positioned me so that he and I could see
him enter me. We looked at each as he did. I turned and we kissed as he
entered me. I could see him go in all the way and stop and then start to
fuck me hard. His inflamed cock all the way back and then in. I was so
sensitive that it almost hurt. I could see my almost red cock bouncing up
and down as his assault continued.

His hands were all over my body but he never touched my cock and took my
hands away every time that I tried to fist myself. He just quietly said
that I was to wait. His rhythm became faster and his look more intense. He
went in a final time and held; his eyes were closed and his face a mixture
of pain and pleasure. I swear he stopped breathing. He took several last
strokes. When he came out he had a film and spots of semen on his cock. He
quickly turned me around and lubed me again. Then he turned and bent over
and backed up to my very hard, large cock. The sensation of going in was
indescribable. I was filled with love and lust. I watched in the mirror
seeing his look of intense lust and myself disappearing into him. I was
surprised that he stayed hard.

"Harder and faster, Mikey. Don't be gentle." He started to move back and
forth with me, often moving very fast back as I moved forward. He was
jamming himself into me. I bit his shoulder and pulled him to me and held
him as I finally exploded into him. I found myself breathing hard as if I
had run a mile. I came out and turned him around. He was still semi hard
and I pulled him to me and we kissed and kissed.

"Rob there are days when you blow me away."

There was a little mocking trace of a smile. "I wouldn't call that a blow
job." I whacked his ass, shook my head and kissed him again. I dragged him
off to bed. We spent a lot of the rest of the day in bed. Didn't get much
sleep.

Our lives were filled with activity and spring was coming and the many
centimetres of snow slowly disappearing. The telephone rang one
evening. Surprises can come at any time. It was Dad. That was surprise
enough but the rest .... We talked for a few minutes.

"Michael, I need you help with your mother. She was at the doctors
yesterday and he discovered a lump in her breast. She won't listen to
reason. She says that it is nothing and she just wants to leave it."

"Dad that is irrational talk."

"I know that is why I need your help."

"Dad I'll be there tomorrow morning around 11. OK?"

"Thank you, Son."

"Michael, are those tears. What is it?" I told him and I was quickly
embraced in a protective hug. "Let's look it up on the Internet."

I arrived at 11 at Mom and Dad's. Mom was surprised but she knew why I was
there. She looked tired and a bit frazzled. We talked a bit about spring
approaching and the family and finally to the subject I had come for.

"Michael, your father is just being alarmist."

"What does your doctor want you to do?"

"Oh, he wants a whole bunch of test which will probably prove nothing."

"Mom, you look tired and rather out of sorts. No, Mom don't scoff. You
didn't get a lot of sleep last night. Probably upset at the doctor's
discovery."

"Well, it was a bit upsetting."

"Mom look at me, please. Pretending that there is no problem is not going
to make it go away. Mom, please just listen for a minute. We looked it up
on the Internet last night. Of course, I told Robert. There are lots of
causes of lumps in the breast, cysts for one. What I have found the worst
thing is, is not knowing what the problem is. You have to confront it. If
it is the worst, then there are lots of treatments and if it is the worst,
it will only get worse without treatments." I paused. "Mom, for me, please
make an appointment. We have one of the best facilities in the city for
this kind of thing." She looked hesitant but willing to be convinced.

"Mom, I am going to call your doctor's office and tell them to do it as
soon as possible. Dad can you get me the number please?" I have never seen
Dad move as quickly before. I did phone and they said that they would act
today. I asked for a specific facility in town near my place.

I went over and gave Mom a kiss. "I bet that you feel slightly relieved
already. Just a bit??

"Thank you Michael and thank you, John for getting this impossible one who
I can't say no to, here."

"How about some lunch. Let's go to the cafe in town. My treat. No
discussion on that." Mom smiled and Dad didn't utter a word of dissent. We
actually had nice time. Mom's spirits seemed to pick up. Before I left, I
suggested that when the dates were set that they come and stay the night at
our place if they wanted.

It turned out they wanted to stay over. They managed to get an appointment
the next Friday at 4:30 and we all agreed that they should stay, have
supper, relax and go home the next day. In fact, when Rob's parents found
out they insisted on an early lunch on Saturday. I had some good beer and
bought some rye whiskey that Dad liked. We cooked a Coq au Vin on Thursday
night for supper the next day.

Mom looked tired but composed when they arrived. She gave Rob and I a hug
and a smile.

"Michael and Robert what a wonderful place. The view is very good. It looks
so nice and also very comfortable." I took them on a tour. Through the
kitchen and then showed them the master bedroom and then took them and
their suitcases to the study/guest room. I showed them the bathroom in the
hall. It was interesting. I could almost see the comprehension in Dad that
his son did indeed live with a man. Nothing like reality to drive a point
home. He liked my selection of beer and whiskey. He chose a good hearty
beer and mom had rye and ginger ale. Rob and I had scotch.

"How can drink that stuff."

"The liquor of the gods." I sighed with pleasure.

"Puts hair on your chest. Perhaps an acquired taste." Says Rob.

Dad scoffed. I challenged him to try one of our best single malts. "Dad,
try it as an experience. Who knows? At this price, you can tell your
friends what idiots scotch drinkers are." Dad wanted to know the price. I
told him that he would only find out after he tried it. I poured a small
amount and added a drop of spring water. I coached him to just take a sip
and let the flavours stay on his tongue. Mom watched with contained
amusement.

"I would never have guessed. A little sweet, very smooth, a bit flowery and
a little smokey."

"Dad have you taken up scotch tasting behind our backs? That is one of the
best descriptions of this scotch I have ever heard."

He smiled. "No, this is the first good scotch I have ever tasted. It is
expensive?"

"Yes, fairly, $80 a bottle. Do you want more?" His eyes had gone big with
the price but he nodded yes.  He took some and seemed to enjoy it. We had a
really good time with our pre supper drinks and a description from Mom of
her tests. She seemed relieved.

Dad was a meat and potatoes man. I just told him we were having chicken
stew. He took one look at our table and the Creuset casserole dish and saw
the lie. I asked Dad to say grace.

"Bless this wonderful meal and the two men who prepared it. May all our
questions for the future be well answered. Bless this home and all those
eating together tonight. Amen"

Rob served the Coq au Vin and I served the rice and vegetables. It was
quickly clear that both Mom and Dad liked our cooking. Dad had seconds.

"OK, guys who made it and what is it called. This was a very special
meal. I know that you prepared it specially for your mother and for our
visit."

Rob spoke up. "It has a fancy name, Coq au Vin, Chicken in Wine, but it is
doesn't take too long and it is delicious. We always make these dishes
together. I have finally taught your son how to use a French chefs knife;
that was hard work but he has become quite good. We have fun doing it
together and it is always a pleasure to do it for our guests. It was a
quiet relaxed evening and the time had come. Mom and Dad went to their room
and we, to ours. It was official; I slept with my man with my parents in
our home. We celebrated very quietly, for once. But it was good.

We arrived at the Rob's parents' home. Big hugs from Barbara and Andrew for
Rob, me and Mom. Hearty handshakes to Dad. Andrew took Dad around the
property as most of the snow was gone. Andrew pointed out the tree I had
taken down. Dad said little but I could see that he was taking it all in.

As Mom and Dad left our place later in the day. Mom thanked me for a really
nice time that had taken her mind off the tests. Dad looked at Rob and I
and said that his folks were really nice people. He gave him a hearty
handshake. He quietly thanked me for all we had done for Mom and that he
had enjoyed their visit to our home. For Dad that was a major speech. The
best news arrived late the next week, a large cyst.

The spring and early summer passed quickly. We had a great summer. We
rented a cottage near Mom and Dad's home and spent a couple of weeks and
the weekends there. Brian took it for a couple of separate weeks and left
the boys with us for one of our weeks and we had a blast. Mom and Dad were
there on and off.

On one of the days, later in the summer when we were by ourselves, Rob
insisted that we go to a small town close by. It had a whole group of
artisans and artists. We had been there earlier in the summer and he
wanted, no insisted, that we go back. We wandered around. Our final stop
was in a shop that sold beautiful handmade jewellery. We ended up looking
at men's rings. I have never worn a ring but some of them had caught my
eye. Before I knew it, we were looking at rings that I liked.

"Come on Mike if you had to choose what would be your choice. I finally
picked out one that I really did like and even chose the stone for it, a
beautiful piece of rich lapis lazuli. I must be really dense sometimes. "I
think that you have just chosen your birthday present. Now which finger do
we size?"

I looked at him in disbelief. Pondered the question. The artisan had his
sizing set out. I looked slowly at both hands and each finger, drawing it
out. My decision had been made instantly but I decided on a bit of drama. I
looked at Rob and held out the ring finger of my left hand.

"Michael, you don't ...."

"Robert, you asked a simple question. I have answered it." I paused and
looked at him with a tentative smile. "OK?"

"You never cease to amaze me."

"I saw you looking at some earlier. What would you choose?"

"Oh, that is simple and he picked one out of the case." It was similar to
mine with some subtle differences. I had almost chosen it.

"What stone?"

"I love bloodstones but they have to have lots of red running through the
green."

I looked at the owner and he nodded OK. "Size the finger that he wants to
wear it on. Rob?"

"Michael you don't ...."

"Robert, show the man the finger you want to wear it on. It can be anyone
or do you want to go for a coffee and discuss it." He smiled a wonderful
smile and held out the same finger I had.

"Gold or silver for the rings?"

"That, I think we have to discuss over a quick coffee. We shall be back
shortly."

We sat for coffee. "Michael, what just happened?"

"Something that I have been thinking about all summer. You?"

"Yes."

"Rob, have we just become official partners or have we become engaged?"

"Yes!"

With a huge laugh and smile, "You can be an annoying son of ... a gun. Do I
get to choose?"

"OK."

"We are engaged. You set the time for the wedding. That take you by
surprise?"

"Mike, I am so happy. I could kiss you." We were the only ones in the
cafe. I kissed him. The waitress was very laid back when she said that it
was nice to see two people so happy.

"I think that my birthday present and yours have become a wedding bands and
I want gold. I don't care about the cost." He kissed me.

"Well guys you look very happy and pleased with yourselves. So what will it
be for you birthday presents, silver or gold?"

Rob looked at him, "We would like our wedding rings to be made of gold."

The owner gave us a big smile and hug. We paid and set a tentative date for
pick up. When we did eventually get them they were exquisite. They were put
in boxes and kept for the special day.

That night was very special at the cottage. It was a beautiful August
evening with a large moon and stars with no clouds; there was still summer
warmth in the air with a cricket chorus in the background. We were standing
outside leaning on the railing with our arms around each other. Rob
suddenly went in and turned off the lights in the front section of the
cottage and came back out. He put something on the railing. He kissed me
and undressed me. He encouraged me to do the same. I suddenly found cold
lube on my cock and then he was in front of me leaning on the railing. It
was slow and deliberate. I stopped many times to just hold him or stroke
parts of his body. He finally stood up straight and reached around to
stroke parts of me. I was still in him and the angle and pressure was
wonderful. He met every stroke with a backward push. I moaned his name and
the joy of our afternoon decision as I finished. I turned him around put my
finger in him and sucked him until he exploded in my mouth.

"Rob, I guess sometimes you just win the lottery."

"An interesting way to put it. Yes, I love you and I want to marry you very
much."

The date was set for a Saturday in late September. For the ceremony, we
found a minister who had a license to perform marriages and a lovely room
in a hotel. The ceremony was just for the family but included Marty, Jack
and Sean and wives. We planned a blowout party for a lot more that evening
in the same hotel. We planned the rest of the weekend for Montreal by
ourselves. We had taken Monday and Tuesday off work.

As we finished work on the Friday before the wedding, we had a few well
wishers say things to us and Marty came up and invited us for a drink and a
bite to eat at a local watering hole. I commented that we had a pile of
things to do but we had to eat so we went. I was dense again. When we
arrived, over half the office was there, waiting. Rob looked shell
shocked. Even the President turned up to wish us the best and to tell us
that our application for 3 more days of extended leave had been approved. I
asked what application?  My boss just beamed. He had arranged it. There
were lots of ribald jokes and funny stories and we had a wonderful few
hours until we finally had to leave.

We said our vows and our rings, finally out of their boxes, sparkled on our
fingers. It was a wonderful day. One of the most surprising events was
Dad. After the official part of the marriage was over. Dad held up his hand
and said that he had some words.

"Michael, thank you. You have opened my eyes and my mind. Thank you
allowing me back into you life. Thank you for standing up for who you
are. You and Rob have enriched our lives. May you be blest everyday. You
have even changed my tastes!" He came over and hugged us both and gave us a
very expensive, excellent scotch that we had never had. Except for Rob's
admission of his feelings for me and becoming my husband, there have been
few other finer moments than this in my life. Brian, Matt and Mom
beamed. Rob's parents were overjoyed. I told Rob's sister that obviously my
intentions were honourable. She and James cracked up.

The party was a blast. I could now dance with my husband in public. No one
seemed in the least uncomfortable. I noticed that Matt and Marty danced
only with the girls, giving other each other looks occasionally. I
understood their decisions; I know that Matt had stayed with his 'friend'
Marty for the entire weekend. They did have that glow of happiness and
shared secrets. The nephews had a ball.

There were more surprises. When we checked in to our small luxury hotel in
Old Montreal, the man at the desk looked at us and smiled.

"Welcome, Mr. Wallace and Mr. Jackson. Your reservation has been upgraded
to our best room for your first 3 nights. Here is the card." It was signed
with much love, Mom and Dad Wallace and Jackson, Matt, Brian, Elizabeth and
nephews. Our eyes grew very large and moist. " In addition, your
reservation can be extended an extra 2 days at no cost. Here is another
card." It read: To two very fine young men. All the best in the next part
of your journey.  Anonymous.

What a start. I can only say that our night was indescribable and I shall
leave it that way, except to say that our lovemaking was intimate, very
slow, gentle and very passionate.


Note:

For now, the end of Michael and Robert's journey. I suspect it will have
its ups and downs, all patnerships do. They seem to have the spirit to grow
and change gracefully.

If you liked this story, you might want to read the others that I have
published on Nifty. In particular, Unexpected Change has had the most
positive comments.

Unexpected Change, Nifty, College, April 16, 2011
Friendship, Nifty, Adult Friends, May 20, 2011
Surprising Last Year at University, Nifty, College, June 9, 2011
Murder Changed My Life, Nifty, Beginnings, July 8, 2011
What is Love?, Nifty, Beginnings, August 31, 2011