Date: Thu, 14 Jan 2016 21:29:41 -0800 From: Douglas DD DD Subject: Rough Edges Chapter 42 The boys from Phil and Larry's past come together as men to watch their old friends get married. Troy's son Chase finds a friend to play around with. Remember to give to Nifty and keep these stories going. CHAPTER 42 TO LOVE AND TO CHERISH I can't believe that the coaches are taking the plunge and actually getting officially married. They will be husband and husband, although I'm sure one of them will in some way be the wife. Eric and I love speculating which one that is, but I am keeping that discussion between the two of us. I've known Coach Sanders since I was on the middle school JV team in sixth grade. I was a little eleven-year-old who played some second base, a little bit of outfield, and rode the pine. That's not as bad as it sounds—Coach Sanders was more than fair in playing everybody. His philosophy was that the JV team was a developmental team and nobody was going to fully develop unless he plays. Not every coach in the league felt that way. It says a lot about the coaching of Coach Sanders and the playing of the Mayfield Titans that we ended up winning the JV league championship. It was around the middle of sixth grade that Eric moved to Mayfield. We became teammates when baseball started as well as friends. But the move to us being boyfriends took a bit longer. Eric and Scott broke up as boyfriends, but not as friends, after Scott discovered girls. I lost my first boyfriend, Bobby, when he died after banging his head on the pavement in a bicycle accident. By the end of eighth grade, Eric and I were an item, as they say in the tabloids. Coach Miller came into my life after our Go to State organization picked him as our summer coach. Yes, the players picked the coach, with the understanding that in matters of running the team he was the boss. We kids, however, ran the organization. In high school there were an inordinate number of gay boys in the baseball program, at least if you believe the numbers saying what percentage of the population is gay. Coach Sanders and Coach Miller were a tremendous help for us. They had been there as high school students and had walked the walk, which made us more willing to listen to them talk the talk. And now, after a lot of pestering and prodding, the coaches were getting married. Eric and I were early arrivals to the church and found ourselves a seat in the third row next to Mike the Donkey and Ryan the Dawg, another pair of gay alums. Those two helped lead the way for the rest of the gay boys in the program. "What changed their minds?" Mike asked us, referring to the coaches. Even though they had been boyfriends since middle school, and partners since leaving college, they had never taken the plunge into matrimony. Mind you, marriage in Washington has been legal for only a couple of years, but they seemed content to ignore it. Their excuse was Coach Sanders teaching in a small town high school. Of course we alums called bullshit on that, as did some of the active players. I mean the two coaches were in an obvious gay relationship, so taking the next step shouldn't have been an issue at all. "I think it was a lot of it was us telling them they should shit or get off the pot," Eric said. "They've been our role models since we learned what being gay was, and it was time to lead us to the next level." Eric and I have already planned to get married once we graduate from college. Mike and Ryan were getting married in a couple of months. Marty and Rich have announced their wedding, which is amazing considering Marty will surely be drafted by a Major League baseball team next June. While there are some other gay pairs, nobody else has come out and said they were taking the plunge. The church was filling up, not only with alumni, but with players and students from the high school. Many of the high school faculty were attending, as well as members of the school administration and the school board. I saw many old teammates and friends like Kevin, Kraig, Lars, Hunter, Collin, Blaine, and countless others. I was pleased to see a lot of regular Mayfield citizens as well, mostly parents of baseball players. There were a lot of people I didn't recognize. I deduced that they were friends of the groom and the groom. There were even some younger children attending. The day was a beautiful, sunny Saturday in August, perfect for an outdoor wedding. Eric and I thought that holding the wedding on the high school baseball field would have been perfect. But, since nobody asked us, here we were sitting on a pew in a church. At least the pew was cushioned and the building was cooled by a heat pump. As Eric said, no matter where the wedding was being held, it would be perfect for the coaches, and therefore for us. Eric and I had already agreed that we would be married on a baseball field. Baseball is what brought us together. It was on the Mayfield high school baseball field that we had danced naked in the night, declaring our love for each other. Maybe the coaches not getting married on a ball field was meant to be—it would just make it that much more exceptional for us. My trip to California with Larry and his family was beyond my wildest dreams. While we did Disneyland and Magic Mountain, there was so much more to it than just amusement parks. There was a game between the Cubs and the Dodgers at Dodger Stadium. There were afternoons soaking in the sun on warm beaches. There were the dinosaurs at the Museum of Natural History. There was a train trip to San Diego and back, with a visit to the San Diego Zoo. Was there time for sex between Larry and me? Oh, hell yes! Of course, there had been Larry's thirteenth birthday party and sleepover before we left. The Wonkeys were there along with Carter Billings from our baseball team. Devon was there as well, and it was on this night that we simply made him a member of the Wonkeys, much to his delight. Carter was really cool about our sex stuff. Of course, we had warned him that sometimes sex broke out at our parties. He said that his school friends were not afraid of messing around. We didn't go any farther than mutual masturbation that night, but hey, fun is fun. In fact I jerked off Carter. "Do you guys ever suck each other?" Carter asked as we sat on the floor of Larry's bedroom playing with each other's cocks. "Yeah. Some guys even go farther," I replied. "No shit?" "No shit." "Damn, have you done it?" "Not yet, but I plan to," I told him. "For real?" "Yep." "Fuck, you guys are all so cool. I've sucked my friend Avery's cock and he's sucked mine, but we never even talked about doing each other's butts." "Are you going to?" "Might as well. I mean, if you guys all do it, it can't be totally gay. Unless everybody here is gay." "Everybody here is not gay," I said honestly. Carter would learn at a later time, that while everybody wasn't gay, some of us were gay. He would have no problem with that, and sucked our cocks anyway. Like I said, Carter was cool. We quit talking for a while as we concentrated on each other's boy tools. Finally he asked me if we weren't doing more than jerking each other off because the "little kid" was here. He was referring to ten-year-old Devon. "Hell, the little kid isn't a virgin," I told him. "Holy shit, how old is he?" "Ten." "Damn, I didn't even know how to jerk off when I was ten." If I were to tell you that Carter would get his first fuck before the summer was over, and that it would be with the little horn dog Devon, I would be telling you the truth. "Devon is no horn dog," Q observed on the day it happened. "He's just a little slut." The birthday party, with Devon being so much hornier than his older brother, Ben, and the overall sexiness of the Wonkeys, and Carter being more than willing to play sexually, were favorite topics of conversation during the trip to get Larry and me horny—and this was before Carter did his thing with Devon. The big conversation on the trip, however, was what Larry and I wanted to do with each other. Maybe it is better to phrase that as to what I wanted to do with Larry. For all of Larry's acceptance of going all the way with me, I could feel his feet dragging when I broached the subject. "Larry, we said we were gonna do it when we got back home," I reminded him. "I know," he replied, "and we will...like maybe after I'm fourteen." "Larry, don't be a pussy." "Why not? You want to fuck my pussy." I was about to tell him he had an asshole and not a pussy when I saw the glint in his eyes and the cute little grin on his face. "Yeah, I want to fuck your boy pussy," I told him. Of course, I found out later that calling a fuckable ass a boy pussy was common, but we didn't know that at the time. "Mom works Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday..." "I know," I interrupted. "First week we're back we do it." "Will I get to do yours? I mean everybody says it hurts to start, and we're going to have to hurt together." "No offense, but it's kind of hard to fuck each other at the same time. I mean it's not like doing a sixty-nine or something." "Silly boy, I didn't mean it that way. It's just I want to do you, too." "We said we'd do it both ways. You gotta trust me on that." "I trust you, Phil. I'm just nervous is all." "Don't get nervous until we get home. I'm more nervous about the Twisted Colossus at Magic Mountain." "It will be so much fun to hear you scream like a girl," Larry chortled. "Speak for yourself...pussy." The groom isn't supposed to see the bride before the wedding ceremony. Phil and I decided that applied to the groom seeing the groom as well. Phil took it so seriously that he spent the night in Centralia at the Best Western he stays at when his work required him to stay overnight. We also agreed that we would be heading to Seaside, Oregon for a four- night, semi-honeymoon stay. Our big honeymoon would be a Caribbean cruise in January. I had six days personal leave accumulated, plenty of time for a week-long cruise. Phil would be using vacation time. I had no qualms about leaving my class to a substitute for a week. Nate Burns, a retired math teacher from Kentburg, would be taking my class and he was good. Phil and I were cozying up on the couch one evening a week before the big day. "There's going to be a surprising number of people at the wedding," Phil said. "Why do you say surprising? It sounds like you weren't expecting anybody." "It's not that. I was expecting players and alumni...old friends and co- workers...maybe some of your students. It appears a lot of members of the community plan to show." "I am assuming that is a good thing." Phil squeezed my right shoulder with his right arm. "So am I, but there are members of the community who are pretty negative about our relationship." "You know what I have to say about that, don't you?" "Yes, I do...fuck `em!" I kissed his check. "Mind reader." "I've known you long enough—I should be able to read you." "Can you read who I want to see be the bottom on our wedding night?" We would be spending that night at a hotel in Portland. We'd head for Seaside the next morning. "You would like to see me," Phil grinned. "But, it really should be you." "And you think this because?" "I think this because I want your boy pussy." "Shouldn't it be referred to as a man pussy by now?" "You will always be my boy." This time I gave him a squeeze. "Let me say this. We only have two first times. We have the day at my house when we first did it as first time number one." "And your boy pussy worked just fine," Phil reminded me. "For a rookie. Anyway, my point is, you were the top our first time, so in all fairness it should be me our first time as a married couple." Phil chuckled. "Larry, that first time was over twenty-five years ago. You've been waiting this long for your chance?" "I didn't even think about it until today. But, even after a quarter of a century, fair is fair." "And if I refuse to bottom?" "Then I may have to spank you." "Damn you're getting feisty in your old age. I may just have to take you up on that one." Phil squeezed my erect member. "Hmm...getting horny in your old age, too." "And your answer is?" I wanted a quick answer—it was time for the two of us to mess up the sheets of our bed. "I think I can handle being bottom for a night—been there done that. It just makes me happy we didn't opt for cock rings as our wedding rings." "You are incorrigible." "I was when we were eleven. Why should that change now?" We made our way to the bedroom. We needed to have our fun tonight, because we had company arriving tomorrow which included two rambunctious preteen boys. Larry and Phil were right outside the security doors when we arrived at the Portland airport. Max and Jacob all but leaped on them, yelling, "Uncle Phil! Uncle Larry!" Larry and Phil looked equally happy to see the boys. They managed to shake them off to give me a big hug as well. When we were invited to leave the heat and humidity of Houston for a visit to Mayfield, Washington, the thought of us attending a wedding was far from our minds. I was more than pleased that my two old friends had finally agreed to tie the knot. I had been worried about how to explain two men getting married to my sons, but the world is now a bit more sophisticated than when I was their age. "Uncle Phil and Uncle Larry are getting married because they're gay," my twelve-year-old son Jacob said matter-of-factly when I told the boys we would be attending their wedding. "Being gay means a man loves a man," Max explained to me as if I didn't know. "It's cool that they're getting married," Jacob said. "It's going to be a fun visit." I decided that if they knew this much about the world, I probably should explain that there is sex involved. I'd already had some birds and bees chats with the boys. Jacob got more out of them than Max, which shouldn't surprise anybody since the older boy is rapidly approaching puberty. But before I could get anything out, Jacob calmly explained that since they were gay that meant they not only loved each other, they liked to have sex with each other. "Some people think it's bad to do that, but I don't think it is. Do you think it is dad?" Oh, if he only knew what I was doing when I was eleven and twelve, I thought. Which right away made me wonder what he was doing at age twelve. I didn't know what to think about it. Jake was an athletic, handsome, popular boy. Hell, let's face it, with his longish dirty blond hair and light sprinkling of freckles on his cheeks he was cuter than hell, and I wasn't the only one who held that opinion. "I don't see anything wrong with it at all. Sex is a very important thing for people who love each other." I made a mental note to expand my birds and bees talk to include boys experimenting with each other sexually. I was doing anal sex at twelve, so who knows what these boys were thinking. I was going to give him the abstention talk, just like I had with straight sex, along with the taking precautions talk just in case the first talk didn't grab hold. I wondered what I would have done if my father had told me not to let myself get fucked up the ass. I think I would have died of embarrassment. It was bad enough to have my dad give the details on cocks and cunts. The drive north from Portland to Mayfield was a noisy but enjoyable one. The boys wanted their "uncles" to hear all about their school and sports accomplishments as well as ask them all about what it was like to be getting married. At first Larry, Phil, and I tried to get some adult talk in, but we silently agreed that it would be futile to try to slow down the boys. We knew we'd get our chance to talk in the evening after putting the boys to bed. Phil and Larry have a big house with a wonderfully welcoming feeling to it. They had set up their two spare bedrooms for us. The boys would be sharing a bed, but they had done it before. This was a king-size bed, which would give them plenty of room. I had a king for myself as well. The evening went as planned as the boys ran out of energy and headed for bed without protest. As much as they wanted to hang with the adults, the sandman convinced them to head to bed. A combination of jetlag and a long, busy day did them in. My old friends and I had a great evening together. We were all pleased that Daniel would be performing the wedding ceremony. He'd had to endure some controversy when he and Devon got married. His congregation was fully aware of Daniel's sexual orientation when they hired him, but many of them became uncomfortable with his getting married to another man. However, Daniel was liked and respected by most of the congregation and appeared to be weathering the storm. I was completely happy for my old friends. I can't say I saw this coming back in our teen years. None of us had even the slightest inkling that gays would someday be able to legally marry. I was ready for the ceremony and the celebration this weekend. I was happy that Max was a little brother who could keep his mouth shut. I knew that dad would be mad if he knew what I was doing to him right now. But Max liked getting his dick sucked and said he would never tell. He liked sucking mine too, but he wasn't as good as my friend Sonny Wheeler. He was getting better at it though and just finished sucking me real good. I wish I could ask Uncle Phil and Uncle Larry what it was like being gay. I sometimes wonder if I am gay. I bet my dad never did stuff like I did when I was eleven, and I sure won't tell him that I like sucking guy's dicks. Now that I know more about butt stuff and can tell Sonny what my dad said about it, I'm going to see if Sonny wants to try it after I get back to Houston. Max is only nine but he likes messing around. I never did anything when I was nine, but I didn't have a big brother to teach me. Sonny and I started learning stuff when we were almost eleven. We mess around with other guys sometimes, but we like doing it with each other best. I can't wait to see what fucking butts is all about. Sex is fun. I didn't know Phil's friends all that well when we were kids. After all, I was in high school when they were in middle school. The only friend of his I was close to was Larry, who was about to become my brother-in-law. I was able to get Thursday and Friday off so I could meet their friend Quinn and soak in some of the wedding preliminaries. I've always been proud of how far Phil ended up going in life. He could have just as easily ended up in the same gutter as my other brother Keegan, but with the help of friends like Quinn and the Wonkeys, a boyfriend who allowed him to accept his sexual orientation, and a stubborn desire to succeed along with that boyfriend's parents, Phil has made his life a successful and happy one. Phil and I talked early on about whether we should attempt to invite Keegan to the wedding but, in the end, Phil decided against it. Right now, sadly, neither of us have any idea where he is. How and when he will ever find out that Phil and Larry are married is anybody's guess. I took my son, Chase, with me. He begged to go so he could see his Uncle Phil marry his soon-to-be Uncle Larry. He was even more excited about going when he learned that Quinn had two sons close to his age. We stayed at the Mayfield Inn, which is just outside of town on the main highway. Quinn and his sons had taken up the available guest space at Phil's house, which was fine with me. They'd come a long distance and were staying almost a week. It turned out that Chase and Quinn's boys hit it off and quickly became inseparable. I noticed that Chase and Quinn's older son, Jacob, became particularly close. I knew they enjoyed the same sports and a lot of the same games and activities. They were both bright, outgoing boys, and only a few months apart in age, so it seemed natural that they would hit it off. In fact, they hit it off to the point that Chase and Jacob rigged the game to where Jacob would be spending the two nights at Larry and Phil's house rather than with me at the hotel. So much for my father-and-son outing, but I loved seeing my boy being happy and making friends. Jacob was one hot dude. I mean he was cute and sexy. I know I'm just eleven, but me and my friends know all about sex with guys. We never spend a night together without doing some sex stuff unless we are totally tired. Plus, he's also a totally awesome dude. He and my friends would get totally along with each other. By dinner time we got my dad and uncles to let me spend the night. Max, who's cute for a little boy, said he would sleep on the couch in the sun room, so Jacob and I could share the bed. "I know what you're gonna do, too," Max smiled. "And you know that how?" I asked. "Because I do." That sounded interesting to me. I guess Max might be a little boy, but he had a clue about what went on during overnights. I knew he was right because by the end of the afternoon, Jacob and I had learned a lot about each other. I know we went fast, but we didn't have much time and we would probably never see each other again. So both of us figured it didn't hurt to find out if the other guy messed around. I mean, Jacob and I were not shy dudes at all. After me and Jacob told the dads and uncles good night and took care of all of the things they keep telling us to take care of before going to bed (like brushing and flossing and washing and that kind of stuff) we stripped down to our undies. Jacob had a really nice body. It was because he played soccer, and basketball, and baseball, just like me. I had a nice body, too. "Are we gonna sleep in our undies?" Jacob asked. "I don't have anything else to sleep in," I told him, hoping this was going where I thought it was going. "I do," Jacob giggled. "I got my birthday suit." He pulled off his green boxer briefs and I was happy that things were going right where I thought. I found out that Jacob knew a lot about sex, and he was really good at doing it. "I've never fucked, though," he confessed. "Me either." That would stay the same after our two nights together. We were willing to be kind of naughty with adults just down the hall from us, but we weren't ready to go all the way. We didn't think we knew each other good enough. But if we lived close to each other, I wouldn't mind doing my first time with him. What we did do during the two nights was jerk each other off and dry hump each other, and suck each other's cocks. We made out and kissed a lot, too. Jacob is an awesome kisser. We each had five orgasms for the two nights—it was fucking awesome, only without the fucks, LOL. And he cuddled up naked with me better than any of my friends at home. "I guess you and Max do this," I said when we were resting once. "Yeah. Max is an ace cuddler and not bad at giving blow jobs." "I wish I was staying around longer so all three of us could mess around." Jacob said he wished the same thing. It was pretty cool to watch him shoot out his drops of cum. His wasn't the first I've seen and I always have fun watching a guy shoot. I wasn't shooting yet. Neither of us have any hair either. But we sure liked sex. I liked what Jacob said: "Sex is fun." ++++++++++++++++++++ The wedding was beautiful. The coaches both wore tuxedos. Coach Miller's brother was his best man and a guy named Quinn Baxter was the best man for Coach Sanders. They were best friends going back to elementary school. Another best friend was the minister who performed the wedding ceremony. While I didn't cry or anything like that, I confessed to Noah afterwards that I did get choked up some. He said he did, too. Watching the coaches get married made Noah and me realize how much we wanted to follow them. I think it really helped our state of mind that they led the way to marriage, just like they led the way to a lot of things in our lives. It was so great that the coaches decided to get married. It made me feel good all over. I was proud to be an usher for the wedding. Eric, Noah, and Connor, Korey, and Chandler were also ushers. The church ended up being full, so it was good that there were a lot of us. The wedding made me even more eager to marry Rich. I felt good all decked out in my suit and taking the guests to their seats. I was honored to be one of the ushers along with Korey. While there were lots of cute gay guys at the wedding there were also lots of cute straight guys. I'm talking about cute guys from eleven or twelve right up to the age of the coaches, whom I've always thought were a couple of hot dudes. Of course the guy I looked at the most was Korey—he's my boy. I guess I could say he's my man. Will the two of us ever get married? Fuck if I know—we just graduated from high school a few weeks ago. But if we hang together long enough I'd marry him in a nanosecond. I sure as shit won't wait as long as the coaches did—but then, times are different now. I made sure Marty was the usher who would take me and Nicky to our seats. He was so professional—didn't even give me a hug. But I knew what to expect since he told me last night. Oh well, I got way more than a hug last night, from him and Rich and Nicky. Yep, it was the four of us and it was a great night. We even managed to get enough sleep to stay awake for the wedding. I can't believe that next baseball season I will be playing for the only gay married coach in the state—at least as far as we can figure out. You can't believe what a special day this is. What's really special is all the teachers and parents who are here to watch the wedding. I think that tells everybody how special Coach Miller and Coach Sanders are. It sure tells a lot more than the two assholes out on the sidewalk holding a sign letting everybody know that gays are all going to hell. If you ask me, those guys are going to hell for being ass waffles first class. I watched as my Uncle Phil walked to the altar with my dad from one side of the church and my Uncle Larry came with his friend Mr. Baxter from the other side. Uncle Larry would be my official uncle really soon and I was excited. I've only been to a couple of weddings, and none of them was two gay guys being married. I felt grown up thinking how I did some of the same things in their house that they do—like giving and getting a blow job. My dad says boys having sex with each other doesn't mean they're gay. I say I don't care what it means, sex is fun. So there. The Town of Mayfield has certainly changed over the years. Not many small towns could have handled having boys who were out as gay on their athletic teams. Maybe the fact that those boys have won three state championships in baseball has something to do with their acceptance. I can almost hear the bitching that would have ensued if those boys had played for losing teams. But even more significant is the two gay coaches standing at the altar and the fact that a lot of the movers and shakers of the town are here. The mayor is here as is most of the town council. The superintendent of schools is here along with the president of the school board and the principals of all four schools in town. I don't know if being president of the school booster club makes me a mover and shaker, but I am here. I've always had a lot of personal interest in the athletic programs of Mayfield. The owners of the major businesses are here, and almost every member, both male and female, of the letterman's club is here. It says a lot about this town that they are showing their support for the two men standing at the altar ready to be married. I looked at the two men who have been my friends for a quarter of a century. I've never been more honored to enter a couple into holy matrimony in all of my years in the ministry. It was a very special day for me and for everyone in the church. How many grooms get married by a minister with whom he'd shared blow jobs when they were kids? That was the thought that went through my head when Daniel asked the question I was waiting for. Everybody knew what my answer would be. "I do." Even in middle age, Daniel was still tall and lanky. I was sure his junk was still long and thin—I remember always thinking that he had a beautiful cock. I quickly focused my attention back on what Daniel was saying and on the man I love. After he said he would do all of the things Daniel asked him to do, came the question I was waiting for. My answer, of course, was "I do." Daniel pronounced us husbands, we kissed in front of the full church that was mostly straight, and walked down the aisle to the music of Mendelssohn. ++++++++++++++++++++ It was great to see all of the old Wonkeys at our wedding. Q and Daniel were part of the ceremony, of course. I thought about all of our good times as kids as the Wonkeys came through the reception line. Tyson was there with his wife Tanya. He was now the head football coach at Boise State University. Tyson had played division one football, but was, as he put it, "a few pounds too light and a few seconds too slow" to play in the pros. Instead he took his love for the game into the coaching profession. He had two pre-teen daughters who were in Tacoma with Tanya's parents. "Great job, you guys," he said. "I've always looked up to you." "For real?" Larry asked. "Yeah—you two almost always seemed to be grounded and you knew what you wanted." He gave me a quick smile. "And when you didn't, you always figured things out." After a few more well-wishers I saw Perry. He no longer sported a crop of unruly red hair. Instead his head was shaved and smooth as a billiard ball. Perry was a locomotive engineer for the Union Pacific Railroad. He was as gay as Larry and me, but didn't have a partner. He still liked to play the field and visit the gay bars and clubs. In spite of his somewhat wild lifestyle, he didn't drink or drug. "I love my job," he said, "and I take every part of it seriously." His father had been an engineer and Perry followed in his footsteps. He gave us each a big hug. "I envy you guys. You're the best." I believed him, but I don't know if Perry will ever settle down. Just like when he was an adolescent, he's still the consummate horn dog. Jung came with his fourteen-year-old son, the oldest of the Wonkey offspring. He had his usual big smile as he gave us hugs. Jung was a computer specialist and lived on Mercer Island. Larry and I visited with him and his family often. Money was not an issue in Jung's life—his yearly income was well into six figures, if not touching seven. After being greeted by Marty and Rich, who told us to be ready for a wedding during winter break, Ben and his wife greeted us. Ben was a pediatrician living in the Tri-Cities area of Eastern Washington, and his wife taught high school. Their two sons, who were nine and six, were with them. Devon was the last of the Wonkeys to come through the line. He was the youngest of the group by a couple of years. He was as handsome as an adult as he had been cute as a pre-teen and gorgeous as a teen. He and Daniel were long-time partners. The last two people to come through the receiving line were Scott followed by Connor. Scott offered a handshake and heartfelt congratulations. Then it was Connor's turn. "I love you, Coach," Connor said sincerely as he shook my hand. "Thanks for everything. And congratula-tions..." Then Connor got a wicked grin on his face. "...dude." We shared a passionate hug – and almost a kiss. As I've mentioned before, Connor has always been one of my favorite bad boys and he and I still feel a bit of a mutual rebel vibe when we see each other. He's doing really well and I was proud to have him usher at our wedding. After the receiving line finally ended, everybody hit up the buffet line. That included Mike the Donkey and Ryan the Dawg. "Telling you in the receiving line that the Dawg and I came to watch you two become happily married was a lie," Mike grinned as I lined up behind him. "Oh?" "I don't know about the Dawg, but I came for the buffet." That was typical Mike, who was now a high school teacher and coach. He looked at the food laid out on the table of the church meeting room. "And a fine collection of food it is, too." He had shaken our hands in the receiving line. But, in the buffet line he turned and gave me a big hug. "I hope you know what a special man you are," he said quietly. "Now the Dawg and I won't be the only pair of grooms connected with Mayfield baseball." Of course there were lots of pictures to be taken. Perhaps the best of the bunch was one of the entire group of Wonkeys. It was our first group picture since our high school graduation day. This was also the first time we'd been together as a group since our big orgy at a mountain cabin during winter break of our sophomore year in college. For some of the Wonkeys, mainly Tyson, Ben, Q, and Jung, that would be the last time they would have gay sex—at least if they are to be believed. It was a wild and wonderful three days in the isolated cabin. The picture was only the fourth of us as a group. One dated back to when all of us but Devon graduated from middle school. There was one from our senior year in high school of course, and the picture of us taken at the orgy—the only picture in which we were all naked. +++++++++++++++++++++ After the grooms left to the usual fanfare, the guests headed home. The two protestors had long ago gotten bored and left, so there was nothing to mar the festivities as Phil and Larry left for Portland where they would spend their first night as married men before driving down the coast to the resort town of Seaside. Everyone agreed it had been a beautiful wedding. Many wondered how Larry Sanders would be received by his students once the school year started. Those who attended the wedding all agreed they would back Larry to the hilt. Q did not head for home. He had arranged with Larry and Phil to spend another three days at their home. He would have the use of Phil's crew cab pickup and would secure the house after his visit was over. What he didn't take into account was the budding friendship of his son Jacob and Troy's son Chase. Chase remained behind when Troy left for Seattle. Eric and Noah said they would drop Chase off in Seattle the day Q and his sons were scheduled to leave for Houston. Chandler Ecklund and Korey Corcoran would drive Q and his sons to the Portland airport in Phil's truck. "If you even think about putting a dent in my truck you're a pair of doomed college freshmen," Phil had told Chandler and Korey. "We'll take better care of it than you would," Chandler replied confidently. And so the big wedding day ended as Phillip Miller and Larry Sanders checked into the Mark Spencer hotel in Portland and other couples who had been at the wedding prepared for their own evenings. Phil and Larry's first night together as a married couple would bring back pleasant memories of their youth and remind them how much they had changed and grown in the quarter century since they'd met and bonded as boyfriends. Coming Next: Phil and Lawrence