Date: Sun, 11 Oct 2020 18:34:31 -0500 From: Josh Blake Subject: When You Least Expect Chapter 16 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 16 Needless to say, Devin was shocked, but elated to hear the news. We told him the story of how all this had transpired, paraphrasing for time, of course. He put the phone on speaker so we were talking to both Devin and Stephen. "Does this mean I get to be Uncle Devin?" he asked. "Absolutely!" I responded. "I can't think of a better name than that!" We wrapped up our conversation with them just as we were pulling into the restaurant. We paid, picked up the food, and then headed back to Ginger's house. We all had a great time enjoying the food and socializing. It turned out to be a great evening with our new friends. It was almost like they were meant to come into our lives. Before we knew it, the week we had all been waiting on had arrived. It was our wedding week! On Saturday, I would finally get to marry the man of my dreams. The plan was to be absent from work the entire next week to enjoy the honeymoon. The assistant principals would do a fine job of keeping things in order, so I didn't have to stress about it. I just had to clear it with Dr. Turner. I had also made another decision regarding my job. I was done hiding who I was. I had made an appointment to see Dr. Turner to tell him what my plans were, and to ask permission to be out for an entire week. I had set the appointment for after school so I could get there without having to neglect any of my duties. By the time I arrived, Dr. Turner's secretary was gone for the day. I knocked apprehensively at the open door to Dr. Turner's office. "Josh! Do come in! What's this all about? Don't tell me you're leaving us. If it's another job you're after I can negotiate a salary increase with the school board." "No sir, I assure you it's not another job. But after what I'm about to tell you, you might want me to look for another job." "Now, Josh, I can't imagine what you could tell me that would make me think any different of you. As long as you haven't broken the law, or anything like that. You haven't..." "No sir! I assure you it's nothing like that. May I close the door, sir. I don't want anyone to overhear this conversation." "Of course, and do sit down, you're making me nervous pacing like this." "Sorry, sir. It's just that I am nervous. Well, you remember my friend Braden, the one who was injured a couple months back?" "Yes, I do remember," Dr. Turner said. "How is he doing? He's not still struggling, is he?" "No sir, he's actually doing quite well. That's not what I wanted to tell you. Although it does involve Braden." "Well, go on," Dr. Turner said, taking his glasses off and rubbing his eyes. "Damn allergies. I get them every fall." "Yes, so do I. Well, you see sir, Braden is more than just my friend. He's my fiancé, and we are getting married in a couple weeks. We also are in the process of adopting a baby boy. I know that such a lifestyle isn't always accepted in this line of work, and I just wanted you to know that I plan to stop hiding my sexuality and my relationship. Now, I'm not going to go out and scream it from the rooftops and force it down anyone's throat, but there will be pictures of my husband and my son on my desk in my office. If anyone asks, I won't deny it." "Josh, that must have taken a lot of courage for you to come in here and tell me all that. I do thank you, and I do respect you for coming to me first." "I do have a great respect for you, sir. You've been nothing but good to me by allowing me the opportunity to advance my career. However, if my lifestyle doesn't align with the beliefs of you or this district, then I have to tell you that I don't know what my next course of action will be if there is any sort of retribution." "Josh, I can assure you there will be no retribution. I'm an old man, Josh. I've been around a long time. I've seen a lot. And I can't say I'm as brave as you, unfortunately." "I wouldn't say that, sir." "Oh, I would. Do you remember the night of Braden's accident? You called me to tell me what was going on. I knew then. Do you remember what I said to you?" "Honestly, sir, that whole night is a blur in my memory. I was so scared I was going to lose him." "Well, I told you to take care of your friend. I also told you not to worry, because I know more than you know I know." "No sir, I don't remember you saying that." "Well, I did. The truth is, that I see a lot of myself in you. I'm going to tell you a story that I've never told anyone else before, because I feel like you need to hear it. And, I'm so close to retirement, that I really don't give a fuck anymore." I sat silently as Dr. Turner told me his story. I knew that it was one of those times when I just needed to listen. "So, to start off, you know I grew up in this area. I never went too far from home. I'm a product of the 1960s and 1970s. Things were much different back then, Josh. Much different. I started teaching in 1975. I thought I wanted to be a doctor, but we didn't have the money for that, and I had enough science classes under my belt that they let me switch over to education pretty easily. I finished up and got my first teaching job here in this district. I've never worked anywhere else. I was 23 years old in 1970, and the societal thing to do was to get married. Now, get ready for a shocker, I knew I enjoyed the sexual pleasure that two men could have together. But, my family was religious, and it was Alabama in 1970. Black people barely had the right to eat in a restaurant or ride in the front of a bus at that time. An openly gay man in education was unheard of. So, I met my late wife, Eleanor, and we got married in '78. I loved Eleanor, and I love my kids. If I could go back, I don't think I'd change a thing. But that doesn't mean that I didn't have needs. I tried to suppress my feelings, but you know as well as I do, that the heart wants what it wants, and so does the cock! I found outlets for my needs. There were book stores, adult theatres, and glory holes in park bathrooms. But, you have to remember that back then, the police set up raids in areas frequented by `sexual deviants.' That's what they called us. Deviants. So, with me being married and all, I kept it on the down low. There were lots of guys like me and you back then, but they stayed in the shadows. One of the guys I met in one of the park bathrooms was a man about my age. His name was Robert. I met him in 1980, just before the AIDS crisis started. It's probably a good thing I met him when I did. Something clicked with us, Josh, and both of us knew that we were soulmates. Funny thing was, he was a teacher as well! He was also married to a beautiful little lady named Linda. So, it was easy for us to pass each other off as friends to our wives. We even went in together on a little place down on Smith Lake. Our families would go together for holidays and weekend trips, but sometimes, it was just Robert and me for a guys weekend. At least that's what Linda and Eleanor thought. We hated lying to them, but what else could we do? Linda and Eleanor became best friends, and my son and Robert's daughter even fell in love and got married! Can you believe that? And all along, Robert and I were fucking every chance we got. Linda got sick back in the late 90s and passed away. It was rough for everyone, because Robert really did love her. Robert retired in 2000. He said twenty-five years of bullshit was enough. I planned on retiring around the same time. I was a high school principal by then. But then Eleanor got sick. Fucking cancer took her from us. So I had my work and I had Robert. Of course, we still were just best friends, as far as anyone knew. I think you came in here for a reason today, Josh. But it's not the reason you think. Your coming here gave me the courage I need to finally proclaim Robert as my partner. I'm about to retire anyway, so what difference does it make." "Wow, Dr. Turner, I had no idea. Your story. Wow. I don't even know what to say." "It's something else, ain't it Josh? And call me David." "David, I would love to have you and Robert over for dinner one night. I'd love for you to meet Braden and tell us more about your lives together, even if most of it has been in secret." "I'd like that too, Josh. And you know what else I'd like? Before I retire, I want you to be yourself and be open about who you are. I'll back you all the way. It's about damn time gay men and women are able to be who they are and not have to worry about offending someone." "I'm glad I have your support, sir. Like I said, I really just want to stop hiding it." "As you should. Hell, I may put a picture of Robert on my desk tomorrow. It's about time we shake this place up!" "So, now that we've settled all of that, I have another question to ask," I said. "Would it be a problem for me to take all of next week off? The wedding is this weekend, and my plan is to take off Thursday and Friday, and then all of next week. I have plenty of vacation leave saved up." "Of course! That's not a problem at all! I know your assistant principals can handle things." "Yes, they will. I have a good team in place now. So, the wedding is Saturday in Chattanooga. I know it's short notice, but it would mean a lot to me if you were there. I've had sort of a falling out with my parents. It would almost be like having a father figure there." "Josh, I was hoping you'd ask. I'd be delighted to come. I'm afraid I will have to come straight back, though. I have plans on Sunday." "I'm so happy you'll be there! I'll text you the details, and bring you an official invitation. I would have invited you much sooner, had I known how well this would go." "Don't worry about it, Josh. I understand. I hope you see how brave you were to come in here. Maybe if I could have been that brave years ago..." He trailed off. "Do you think you could bring Robert with you to the wedding?" I asked. "Well, if the old mule will get off the river long enough, then yes. I swear all that man does is fish. Of course, if I was retired, I'd do the same thing," he said. "I think we need to have a toast to celebrate this. All of this. Your wedding, you not hiding who you are anymore, and hopefully, me doing the same." He took a bottle of whiskey from his bottom desk drawer, along with two shot glasses." "You keep whiskey in your desk?" I asked, somewhat surprised. "Hell, no one questions me on anything. They're too scared. Besides, this isn't a school building. No students come here," he said, pouring two shots. He handed one to me, and then picked up the other one. "Here's to good health, good friends, and to love. May it always win." We clinked our glasses together, then downed our shots. I couldn't wait to get home and share the news and the story with Braden. "You mean to tell me that Dr. Turner is gay and you never knew it? Braden said. "Some gaydar you have!" We were discussing the situation over dinner. I had called Braden when I left David's office, and he had spaghetti and salad on the table when I walked in the door. "How was I supposed to know? It's not like he gave off any signs. The older generation mastered being able to hide it." "Yeah, you're right. So when do you want to have them over?" Braden asked. "It will have to be after the wedding for sure. Hey, what do you think about inviting David and Robert to the wedding?" I asked. "I think it would be great! Do you think they'll come?" "Something tells me they will," I said. "You already invited them, didn't you?" Braden said, laughing. "Well, it was hard not to after I realized he was on our side. I knew you wouldn't care." "You're right, I just want to be surrounded by people who support us and love us," Braden said. We finished dinner, cleaned up the kitchen together, then moved to the den to watch a movie. By 10:00 p.m., both of us were ready for bed. Of course, once we were in bed, we had to make love. I had noticed lately that our sex, while still full of passion and certainly amazing, had matured a little. We were more into making love than having sex. I loved having Braden in my arms and being in his. I loved the way his hair smelled after his shower. On the occasions that he didn't shower, I loved his natural scents. Hell, I may have even preferred his scent. The lovemaking we experienced that night was pure bliss. I decided I wanted to be on bottom. I wanted to feel my man inside me. We were in the classic missionary position. Braden was slowly pushing his cock as deep inside me as it would go, then slowly pulling out and pushing back in. Every time his cock grazed my prostate, I let out a loud moan of pleasure. "Oh yes baby. Just like that. You feel so good inside me!" "You're so tight baby. I love the way your ass grips my cock." We had been making love for a while now. All of the exertion was causing Braden to sweat. I watched a bead of sweat run down to the end of his nose, then drip off, landing on my chin. He hadn't showered before bed, and I could smell his sweat. It was one of the things that first attracted me to him. I loved his scent. He had his arms on both sides of my head supporting his body. His armpits were sweaty and the hair was matted. I reached out with my right hand and ran my fingers through the damp hair in his left armpit. I then brought the hand back to my nose, delivering Braden's pheromones directly to my nasal passages. "You're so gross sometimes," Braden said with a laugh. "No, you just smell good!" I said. "Here, smell." I brought my hand up to his nose. "Mmmm. I do smell pretty good, don't I?" "Yes, you do. Now fuck me harder. I'm getting ready to cum." Braden picked up the pace and started slamming his cock into me. This was more like the sex we had at the beginning. It was passionate, but rougher. There was one goal and that was for Braden to release his seed inside me. "Oh fuck babe. I'm close." Braden said. "Me too baby. I want to cum with you," I said, stroking my cock feverishly. "Here it comes! Ughhhhh!" I could feel my guts being coated in Braden's seed. At about the same time, my cock erupted, sending a geyser of cum into the air, one shot landing in Braden's hair. More landed on his pecs. Finally, our orgasms subsided. Braden collapsed on top of me. We kissed passionately, both of us spent. "I love you," I whispered. "I love you more," He whispered back. We continued to kiss and enjoy each other for several more minutes, until Braden rolled off of me. "I know you like my scent, but this is going to be gross in the morning," Braden said. "We need to shower." "Yeah, you're right. And I feel your cum leaking out of my ass." "Come on, let's go clean up," Braden said, hopping out of bed and heading for the bathroom. "Go ahead and start the shower. I need to sit on the toilet and drain some of your cum out," I said. "I did fill you up, didn't I?" Braden said. He looked proud. Almost like one of the lions on Animal Planet after they take control of a pride. "Yes you did, babe! It's the first time I've been on bottom in a while. Do I fill you up like this?" "Yes, you do." Braden said. "It's hard not to let it leak back out. You usually roll over and go to sleep while I do what you're doing now and let it drain out," he laughed. "Well, I think you came more than usual tonight." We finished cleaning up and managed to take a shower without doing anything other than cleaning each other up. Of course, Braden insisted on sticking a finger up my ass, just to be sure I got all of his cum out. Then, when he bent over to pick up the body wash that had fallen, I took the opportunity to quickly move behind him and slide a finger up his ass as well, rubbing his prostate and eliciting a moan from him. "As much as I love this, both of us have to be up early," Braden said. "Yeah, you're right. Let's wrap it up and get some sleep," I said. We got back into bed, and Braden quickly settled into his usual position of facing away from me while I spoon him from behind. I love going to sleep this way! One thing is for sure, this week is going to be amazing. I can't wait to marry my best friend! The next chapter in this series will be published soon! Your feedback is always appreciated! Send it to whenyouleastexpect2020@gmail.com.