Date: Fri, 24 Jul 2020 23:02:28 -0500 From: Josh Blake Subject: When You Least Expect Chapter 11 Copyright 2020: No part of this story may be reproduced in any way without the express written consent of the author. The author grants www.nifty.org permission to post the story on their website. DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction and fantasy. No part of it is based on true events, and any similarity to any person, living or dead, is coincidental. It contains descriptions of homosexual activities between consenting adults. If you are not over 18 years of age, or if you find this type of story offensive, or viewing this material is illegal where you are, then please DO NOT READ IT! If you choose to read it, then - I hope you enjoy it! Nifty needs donations to continue doing what we all enjoy. If you can, please consider donating. When You Least Expect By Josh Blake Chapter 11 "I can't believe it! My baby is getting married!" Bonnie shrieked. The next thing I knew, she was practically choking the breath out of me she was hugging me so tight. Then she moved over to do the same thing to Braden. "Jesus, Bonnie! Calm down!" Mark said with a laugh. "Congrats, guys! You know I'm happy for you!" "So when is the big shindig?" Austin asked. "Well, that's the thing," I said. "The blushing bride over here wants to tie the knot right now," I said, pointing to Braden. "But the reality of the situation is that with the cases of COVID-19 going up every day, we want to wait until at least next summer to do anything. I mean, if I could, I'd marry him right now, but we just can't have the kind of wedding we want with this pandemic." "That's probably a wise decision," Mark said. "Plus, if Braden gets married right now, it could interfere with his financial aid." "Yeah, I thought about that too," Braden said. "Getting married is just a technicality anyway. I mean, I don't mean to make it seem like it's not important, but we already profess our love for each other every day," Braden said, taking my hand. "Who's last name would you guys use?" Austin asked. "Honey, that's not a polite question to ask," Bonnie scolded Austin. "No, it's okay, mom," Braden said. "Josh and I have already discussed that. Neither of us is what some might call the feminine role in the relationship. Not that there's anything wrong with that, but neither of us is submissive to the other one, and neither of us thinks our last name is more important than the other's. So, we are just going to keep our last names as they are. If we ever have kids, that might get complicated, so they will probably have hyphenated last names." "That's cool, I guess," Austin said. "I guess gay couples have to just do what works for them in that situation." "So if the pandemic wasn't an issue, what kind of wedding would you guys want?" Bonnie asked. "Well, we wouldn't have a lot of people there, honestly," I said. "Since I've basically been disowned by my parents, and what little other family I have hates me as well, you guys are pretty much it." "Yeah, it would pretty much be you guys, Hunter, and maybe Josh's neighbor Tammy. She's really cool," Braden said. "What about people from your school?" Mark asked. "Well, since I'm not out to any of them really, I don't think that would work out too well," I said. "Where would you want to get married?" Austin asked. "We really enjoyed that weekend trip we took up to Chattanooga a couple months ago," Braden said. "We stayed at that adorable bed and breakfast up on Lookout Mountain that we talked to you guys about. The couple running it were an older lesbian couple, and they really took to us and we took to them. We actually talked to them about the possibility of them hosting weddings. They don't usually do that, but they said that if we ever decided to get married, they'd do it for us." "Yeah, they were named Rose and Dorothy, just like the Golden Girls," I said. "We loved them so much. They were listed online as one of the most gay-friendly establishments in Chattanooga. That's why we stayed there." "Would you get a minister to do the wedding, or what?" Austin asked. "Here's another crazy thing," Braden said, "Come to find out Dorothy is an ordained minister. She went online and took a class to get ordained back when the Supreme Court ruled gay marriage was legal." "Yeah, but in Alabama we don't even have to do a traditional wedding of any kind. Their way of getting out of issuing marriage licenses to gay couples is to just have all couples submit a form saying they are married, and that's pretty much it," I explained. "But we totally want Dorothy to officiate our wedding," Braden said. "Well, then it's settled," Bonnie said. "You'll get married in Chattanooga as soon as it's safe to do it. Now, I think this calls for a toast! I'm going to grab that bottle of champaign I've been saving." Bonnie returned a couple minutes later with the champaign and five glasses. "To our boys! May they always be happy, healthy, and in love!" Bonnie said. We all clinked our glasses together and enjoyed the champaign. Even Austin had a glass. Either Bonnie was past caring about that, or she just got caught up in the moment. We all enjoyed the rest of our evening together, then Braden and I headed home. ---- Once we got home, Braden was obviously horny. We barely made it in the house before he was grabbing my cock through my khaki shorts. "Slow down, babe! At least let me get my clothes off!" I said. "I just need you so bad right now!" Braden said. "I need you too, baby! Let me go to the bathroom and then we will have some fun!" I emerged from the bathroom a couple minutes later to one of the most beautiful sites on the planet. There was Braden, on his back, feet in the air, with his ass on full display. I never get tired of seeing Braden's slightly furry ass. I'd noticed it getting a little more hairy over the last few weeks, but I certainly was not going to complain about that. Seeing is pink hole outlined with hair made me suddenly have an insatiable urge to rim my beautiful boyfriend's asshole. So that is just what I did. "Oh baby! Fuck yes! Eat my ass!" Braden screamed. "Oh babe, your ass tastes so good!" I moaned. It was true. Braden has one of the most delicious asses I've ever eaten. I read somewhere once that if you are with someone with whom you are truly compatible, you will be attracted to all of their body odors. Something about pheromones and immune systems. Whatever it is, Braden and I must be truly compatible, because if I could only breathe through his ass for the rest of my life, I'd be just fine. Since he had showered just before going to his parents' house, he was still somewhat fresh, but he had sweated enough to create that slightly musky, teen boy ass scent I love so much. I kept eating Braden's ass, and he kept moaning with pleasure. I reached up and started stroking his cock. After just a few minutes of the combined ass eating and stroking of his cock, Braden was ready to bust. "Josh! I'm going to cum! Oh fuck! Here it comes!" Suddenly, cum shot out of his cock. One, two, three, four, five...the spurts kept coming. Cum was raining back down on his torso, his chest, and my hand and arm. Finally, his orgasm subsided. I licked his cum from my hand. It tasted great as usual. It was rare that Braden shot his load anywhere other than my mouth or my ass. "Oh Josh. That was amazing! I wanted you to fuck me, but I just couldn't hold back any longer!" "That was pretty great for me, too. I, ummm, made a mess in my underwear. I got so turned on by rimming you that I stroked myself off in my shorts." "My ass really gets you off, doesn't it?" "You have no idea," I said. I pulled down my sticky underwear and used them to wipe off my now soft cock. When I finished, I just threw them on the floor, turned off the lights, and crawled into bed behind Braden. As usual, I spooned could ever sleep alone again. "I love you so much," I said. "I love you more," he said in return. A few minutes later, I could tell he was asleep by his steady, rhythmic breathing. Before much longer, I dozed off myself, content that I was holding the love of my life in my arms. ----- The following week at school was wide open. Not only did we have to plan for opening school in the middle of a pandemic, but I had to hire two new assistant principals. I knew there would be a lot of interest in the positions, but I grossly underestimated the number of people who wanted to work in administration. In total, I had nearly one hundred applicants for two positions! With the help of the human resources department, I narrowed the list down to eight qualified applicants. Four were men and four were women. I wanted to keep the balance of administrators by hiring a man and a woman to have an equal number. After interviewing the eight finalists, I had finally made my decisions. The new female assistant principal was a woman by the name of Alexis Swann. As a young, African American woman, I felt she would quickly become a mentor to our students. She had been an English teacher at one of the other high schools in the district for several years, and she had decided now was the time to move into administration. She was sharp and had a quick wit about her. I felt certain that she was the right fit for our team and that she would take no nonsense from our students, while at the same time showing them love and grace. Something about her reminded me of Mary Beth. Perhaps that is why I hired her, subconsciously. But nevertheless, she was a great asset to our team. The new male assistant principal was young, and very attractive. Devin Anderson stood about 6'1" and weighed in at about 200 lbs. of pure muscle. The way his dress slacks hugged his firm ass made me spring a semi in my pants. I almost didn't hire him just for that reason, but he was the best of the four male applicants. He had been teaching social studies for only five years, and had gone back to school to add on his administrative certification, only finishing this summer. There was something oddly familiar about him, but I couldn't put my finger on it at the time. He had an impressive resume, despite his few years in education. His principal gave him a glowing recommendation, and he had chaired several committees at his former school in a neighboring district. Several days had passed since I had concluded the interviews and submitted my recommendations to the Board. Both assistant principals and several new teachers had been approved with no issues. Alexis and Devin had both moved into their new offices and were already becoming valued members of the team. I had finally moved completely out of my old office and into Mary Beth's, well, now my office. Devin took my old office, while Alexis took Mr. Reynolds's old office. Technically, we still had one assistant principal vacancy, as we had four assistant principals during Mary Beth's tenure. The superintendent had asked me to hold off on filling that position for now until we got a better understanding of the financial impact the pandemic would have on our district. I was sitting in my office one afternoon working on some paperwork when Devin appeared in my doorway. "Mr. Patterson, can I come in?" "Certainly, Devin. Come in. Close the door and have a seat," I said. "What can I do for you?" "Well, first I just want to say how thankful I am that you have given me this opportunity. I already love working here, and I think I can be happy here for a long time." "That's good to know, Devin. I am certainly impressed with your skills so far. I think you're going to be an asset to our school," I said. I couldn't shake the feeling that I knew this kid from somewhere. Well, I say kid, but he was 27 years old. "But I need to clear something up. I hope you didn't hire me just because of our history. I need you to know that I'd never tell anyone," Devin said. Now I was getting confused. What kind of past did I have with him? "Devin, I'm sorry to say that I have no clue what you are talking about. I hired you based on your ability and your references. You were the most qualified applicant," I said. "You really don't remember, do you?" he asked. "Shit. Now I've gone and opened up a can..." "Devin, I honestly didn't think I had ever met you before. But you do seem familiar to me for some reason. You're too old for me to have taught you. You're also too young to have gone to high school or college with me." "Yeah, it wasn't any of those things," he said, nervously. "Then what was it?" "Sir, if you don't remember, I really don't think I should tell you. Can we just forget this whole conversation and pretend it never happened? I'm sorry I bothered you." Devin got up and started to move toward the door. "Devin, come back here and sit down," I said. "Now, what in the hell has got you so worked up? As my meemaw used to say, you're acting as nervous as a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs." At least that made him laugh. "Well, okay, you see, I went to college at Benton State," he said. "Yes, I know. It was on your resume. I went there as well," I said. "Well, when I was in college, well, actually, way before then, I realized I was gay," Devin said, slowly. I didn't like where this was going. "Sometimes, I would get on Grindr and look for a quick fuck in the evenings after classes were over. Well, one night I came over to your house and you fucked me. And then I came back again and fucked you. I was like 19 or 20 at the time." "Oh my God," I said. "You mean to tell me that we hooked up?" I said, shocked. "Yeahhhhhh...." he said, drawing out the word. "Not my finest hour." "Fuck. Not mine, either," I said. "So you're gay?" "Yep, I'm queer! I guess it's safe to say you are too?" Devin asked. "Oh yeah, total fag." I said. Suddenly, we both made eye contact and started laughing. We had certainly broken the ice with each other! "Devin, I guess it goes without saying that I need you to keep this quiet. Can you do that for me?" I asked. "Only if you'll do the same for me, boss." "I'm embarrassed that I didn't remember you," I said. "I remember now. You had the best little ass on you. Still do, but you weren't bulked up like you are now." "No, I wasn't. You actually were my first. Well, the first I went all the way with," he said. "And I didn't look like this back then. I took care of myself, but I didn't work out like I do now." "Yeah, you have a great body, man. Whatever you're doing is really paying off!" "Thanks, Mr. Patterson. You don't look too bad yourself!" "Shit, Devin. Call me Josh. At least when we're alone. I guess in public you better stick with Mr. Patterson and I'll call you Mr. Anderson. And thanks for the compliment! Braden drags me out on a run with him every now and then, even though I can barely keep up these days!" "Oh, who is Braden?" Devin asked. "Oh, Braden is my fiancé." I pulled out my phone and showed him a bunch of pictures of the two of us together. I told him the story of how we met and that we are planning to get married as soon as we can. Devin told me about some of the things going on in his personal life. As it turns out, he is in a long-term relationship with a math teacher at another school named Stephen. Actually, Stephen is a teacher at Devin's former school. That was one of the reasons Devin left. He knew that if it was ever discovered that he and Stephen were in a relationship, it could cause some issues. He showed me some pictures of Stephen, who also turned out to be a gorgeous young man. At only 25, he was still new to teaching. We quickly decided that Devin and Stephen would come over to my house to have dinner with Braden and me very soon. I left work that day with more peace about my personal life and work life balance than I had felt in a long time. ----- When I got home, I told Braden the entire story. He did not have nearly the same feelings about the situation that I did. "I just don't like the idea of you working with someone that you find so attractive and that you actually fucked," Braden said. "Baby, you know that I don't want anyone but you!" I said. "I know that," Braden said. "And you know how much I love you. It's not you I'm worried about. It's Devin." "You don't have to worry about him either, babe. He's with a gorgeous guy named Stephen. Trust me. I saw his picture and he's gorgeous." "Oh, he's gorgeous, huh?" "Well, not as gorgeous as you," I said. "Well played. But I still don't like it," Braden said. "I know, babe. But you just have to trust that I love you so much. Nothing will ever happen. But I need you to understand that having Devin at work means that there is someone there who gets me. He knows the dilemma of being a closeted, gay school employee." "I guess you have a point," Braden conceded. "You'll get to meet them for yourself soon. I invited them to dinner one night. We just need to decide when," I said. "I guess it would be nice to socialize with other gay couples," Braden said. "I mean, other than my brother and Hunter, what other gay people do we even know? And I'm starting to have doubts about Austin. I'm beginning to think he's just doing what I do because he thinks it's cool." "We may need to talk to him," I said. "I don't want him breaking Hunter's heart if he's not in this for the right reasons." "Yeah, we need to address it," Braden said. "I caught him watching straight porn the other day. He might be bi, but he needs to cool it with Hunter if he's not sure before one of them gets hurt." "I'm heading out for my run," Braden said. "Wanna come with?" "Nah, I'm good. It's too humid out there for me," I said. Since the heat and humidity had been so bad lately, Braden had taken to running late in the evenings in order to at least avoid the sun's wrath. Even though it was dark, the street lights lit a good path for him. Braden had been gone for about twenty minutes when the doorbell rang. I answered it to find a state policeman outside on my porch. My heart sank. They didn't come to bring happy news. "Joshua Patterson?" the office spoke. "Yes sir. That's me." "I'm Officer Williams with the state police. I'm sorry to tell you there's been an accident." The next chapter in this series will be published soon! Your feedback is always appreciated! 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