The next morning, Chad and I woke up to the sound of gasping and groaning in the next room.  Apparently Amy and Dylan were fucking.  I was a little grossed out at first, because after all, Amy was my damn sister.  Then again, it didn’t seem worse than when she’d walked in on me and Chad.  I knew she had needs, the same way I did.  So if she was getting good dick, I figured more power to her.

I never expected to see that dick for myself, but when Chad and I went to get ready, we caught Dylan in the middle of a shower.  He’d apparently forgotten to lock the bathroom door, and we stepped back before he realized we were there.  Even so, we got a hell of an eyeful, which was practically imprinted on my brain.  Dylan’s shaft was nice and thick, still semi-hard from what he and Amy had done.  His cockhead was downright beautiful, and his balls were swinging back and forth like a couple of pendulums.  At that moment, he was sticking his face in the water, and he was letting it pour all over him.

“Damn,” Chad said as soon as were behind closed doors.  “Your sister has good taste.”

“Don’t be getting ideas,” I said.

“You know I’m not,” he replied, “but you gotta admit, you can see why she’d dig that.”

“Yeah, well... I’ve seen better.”

“What do you mean?”

“When I first laid eyes on you.  In our dorm showers, freshman year.”

“Oh.  That.”  Chad licked his lips.  “I guess that was kind of an important moment....”

“Well yeah,” I said as I looked at his engagement ring.  “Considering how far we’ve come....”

“Mm-hm.”  He kissed my neck, then nibbled on my earlobe.  “Though we still need to figure out what comes next.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well,” he said, “before I can properly have marital relations with you—”

“Chad—”

“Are you saying you’d rather be living in sin?”

“Not exactly,” I said, “considering I was the one who proposed.  I mean, don’t get me wrong, it’s not like I mind a little sin—”

“Oh believe me, I know,” Chad replied.  “And thank God for that.”

I gave him a kiss, and I wanted to go further, but I knew we couldn’t get too frisky.  After all, we did need to hop in the shower as soon as it was free.  “Anyway... you were saying?  About what comes next?”

“Well, we’ve got a helluva lot to figure out,” Chad said.  “About the wedding, I mean.  I don’t know about you, but I don’t know where to start.  Hell, I’ve never even seen a gay wedding.”

“That makes two of us,” I said, “though we could always ask Thaxter and Bruce... or maybe Tony and Craig.”

“Yeah I guess,” Chad replied, but before he could say anything more, we heard the bathroom door open.  Chad looked into my eyes, and I nodded; we knew we’d need to save this conversation for later.

Our shower was pretty uneventful, though it got me pretty horny.  After all, it did mean getting naked with Chad.  We lathered up each other’s hair, followed by the rest of our bodies, while the steam swirled around us.  I would’ve loved to have taken things further, but I knew we didn’t have time.  Once again, we’d need to hold off till later.

We spent that whole morning with my family.  Mom encouraged me to check out her and Dad’s old wedding stuff, which they’d kept in the attic.  I wasn’t opposed to it, but I did feel like we needed to do first things first.  We still hadn’t announced our engagement to Chad’s parents, nor his brother for that matter.  As much as we wanted to put that off, we knew we really shouldn’t.

We ended up Skyping his mom that afternoon.  Linda had obviously realized something was up, since Chad didn’t usually call her out of the blue.  She brought Patrick into the room, so we got to tell them both at once.  They both acted cool about it, though I’m not sure if they really knew what to make of it.

Of course the bigger issue was Chad’s dad, who was still in L.A. with his sister.  We did feel like Pam would be in our corner, considering she was a lesbian herself.  In fact, she even had Gladys join our Skype.  But Bill’s reaction was exactly what we’d feared.

Chad was about halfway through his announcement when his dad butted in.  “Wait a minute,” he said.  “Why the hell would you want to marry a man?”

“Dad,” he said, “it’s called being gay—”

“Why can’t you just marry a girl like a normal person?”

Chad blinked.  “A normal person?”

“I should’ve fucking made you enlist,” Bill said.  “That would’ve kept you away from all that liberal bullshit.”

“Liberal bullshit?” Chad asked.  “Dad, I was gay the day I was born.  Hell, I was gay when you taught me to shoot hoops.  And when you lectured me about my report card.  And when you tried to tell me about the birds and the bees.”

“Oh please,” Bill replied.  “You know you need to get help.”

“Dad—”

“A fucking psychiatrist, that’s what you need.  I don’t know what the hell your mother did to you.”

Chad sneered.  “I don’t think you want to go there.”

“Why not?”

“Because she’s not the one who fucked me up.  Okay?”

“Woah,” I said without thinking.  I wanted to tell them both to calm down, but I never got the chance.

“I didn’t raise you to be a faggot,” Bill was saying.

“You didn’t raise me at all,” Chad shot back.  “You think you can spend all that time away from your kids, then parachute into our lives like we’re some other mission you’ve been given?”

“You ungrateful little shit—”

“And you wonder why your marriage didn’t last.  Well, you know what?  I’m not gonna make the same mistakes you did.”

Pam cleared her throat.  “Now Chad—”

“Why are you letting him talk like this?” Chad asked.  “Go ahead.  Tell him what you really think.”

“Your father’s got a condition.”

“You think I don’t know that?” Chad snapped.  “I was the one who took months out of my life to help him through it.  But you know what?  That’s not what made him homophobic.”

“Oh come on,” she said, “now show some respect.”

“I’m the one who needs to show some respect?” Chad asked.  “Not to mention I’m the one who’s ungrateful?”

“Don’t talk that way to my brother.”

“Why are you defending him?  He’s just as homophobic about you.  You even said so yourself.”

Pam and Gladys exchanged looks.  “Well....”

“Here’s the bottom line,” Chad said.  “I’m getting married to Scott.  Our guests are gonna be people who support us, and who care about us, and who are gonna be happy for us.”

“Chad—”

“If you want to be one of them, you can.  And I seriously hope you do, you have no fucking idea... but if you’re gonna be an asshole about it, then we don’t need you there.  Or in our lives for that matter.  It’s your choice.”

Pam seemed like she was about to say something else, but before she could, Chad hung up the call.  With that, their images disappeared from the screen, and the computer went silent.

Chad just sat there at first.  Then he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and buried his face in his hands.

“I’m sorry babe,” was all I could say.

Chad’s phone started buzzing, and Pam’s name flashed up on the caller ID.  Chad just scoffed and let the call go to voicemail.  “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised,” he said.  “We knew this was coming.”

“Well... it doesn’t make it right.”

“I never said it did,” he replied.  “But you know I was serious... with that part about him being part of our lives.  Or not.”

I chewed my lip.  It broke my heart to see how much Chad had tried to get through to his father.  They’d obviously had their issues long before Chad and I had met.  I hadn’t forgotten how Chad had struggled to come out, including how long he’d stayed in denial.  And I definitely hadn’t forgotten what had felt like an eternity when we were apart, when Chad was in his father’s hospital room, trying to smooth things over.  Yet none it seemed to have worked.  “Baby,” I said, “I am so incredibly proud of you.  To see how strong you are, and how gutsy you are... I’m fucking in awe of you, and I’m not just saying that.”

“Well,” Chad said, “I hope he takes this as seriously as you do.  I’d give anything for that shit... though I’m not getting my hopes up.  And if he does let me go, then fuck him.”

I didn’t know what to say to that.  I just held my man as tightly as I could.

“You know,” he said, “there’s something I’ve been wanting to give you.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

He turned to his suitcase.  “I found it yesterday, when we were in the city.  I was gonna surprise you later, but I guess now is as good a time as any.”

“Surprise me with what?”

Chad pulled something from his suitcase, and he handed it to me.  It was a framed copy of a poem.

We two boys together clinging,

One the other never leaving,

Up and down the roads going, North and South excursions making,

Power enjoying, elbows stretching, fingers clutching,

Arm'd and fearless, eating, drinking, sleeping, loving,

No law less than ourselves owning, sailing, soldiering, thieving, threatening,

Misers, menials, priests alarming, air breathing, water drinking, on the turf or the sea-beach dancing,

Cities wrenching, ease scorning, statutes mocking, feebleness chasing,

Fulfilling our foray.

“It’s Walt Whitman,” Chad said.  “It reminded me of when we were in D.C. together.”

I felt a lump in my throat.  This actually meant a lot coming from Chad.  It was one thing to say to hell with the rest of the world; it was another thing to actually risk going through with it.  All for the sake of being with me.

I didn’t know how I could possibly repay him for the sacrifices he was making.  All I could really do was to give him the best wedding I possibly could.  I kept trying to figure out how I’d pull it off.

I tossed and turned quite a bit that night.  Chad was fast asleep beside me, so I snuggled up against him, and I stared at his unconscious face.  He didn’t respond; he just kept breathing softly.  I couldn’t help thinking how peaceful he looked, and how sexy he was.  I was tempted to kiss him, but I didn’t want to risk waking him up.

Finally I decided to take my mom’s advice.  I put on some clothes, and I went to see what my family had in storage.  But when I opened the attic door, I found I wasn’t alone.

“Oh shit!” Amy said as she jumped with surprise.  She slammed her laptop shut, but not before I saw two naked guys going at it.

“What the— I mean... w-what the hell are you doing here?”

“I....”  Amy glanced at her laptop.  “It’s nothing.”

“You scared the shit out of me.”

“That’s not my fault,” she said.  “What was I supposed to do?”

“You mean while you’re watching gay porn?”

“W-well....”

“Don’t deny it.  I know what I saw.”

Amy’s cheeks turned red.  “It’s not just me.  Y-you know a lot of girls do it... the same reason guys watch lesbian porn.”

“Not all guys,” I said.  “I haven’t watched lesbian stuff in years—”

“No shit,” she said.  “That’s because you like dick as much as I do.”

I gritted my teeth at first, but I had to admit she wasn’t wrong.  I even knew the clip she’d been watching: it was the classic scene of Logan and Nate, which I’d jacked off to more times than I could count.  “Well anyway,” I said, “I-I mean if that’s what you like....”

“Scott—”

“Are you at least getting what you need from Dylan?”

Amy looked at me weird.  She’d always been the one to ask the personal questions.  She seemed caught off guard being on the receiving end.  “Well yeah,” she said, “he’s obviously hot.  And he’s really good in bed.”

“Does he go down on you?”

“E-excuse me?”

“You asked me that question about Chad.  Remember?”

“I mean....”

“And wasn’t that your big complaint about Kevin?”

Amy snorted.  “Yeah,” she said.  “I mean, Dylan does go down on me.  A lot.  It’s a helluva change, finally being with a guy who likes the same stuff I do.”

I felt like the awkwardness was going away.  It felt pretty cool to be talking to her like this.  It felt like we were connecting on a whole new level, and we were finding things in common that we’d never expected.  “If he likes the same stuff,” I said, “you can always watch your porn together.  Chad and I do it all the time.”

“Well,” she said, “that’s probably the main exception.  Dylan does like porn and all, considering he’s a guy.  But since he’s into pussy and I’m not... it’s not exactly easy to find something for both of us.”

I clucked my tongue.  “Maybe that’s what you get for being straight.”

“That’s a helluva way to put it—”

“Does he at least know you like this stuff?”

“I mean yeah, like I said... he just doesn’t like it himself.  But he’s fine with me watching it on my own.  Just like I’m fine with him watching whatever.”

I nodded.  “Well, anyway, I don’t want to keep you—”

“I can finish later,” she said.  “You obviously came up here for a reason.”

“O-oh that can wait too... I was just gonna check out that wedding stuff—”

“What are you waiting for?” she asked.  “I can help you.”

This was classic Amy, always wanting to insert herself.  But since we were breaking down barriers between us, I figured I should listen to her for a change.  I had to admit she had way more expertise on wedding stuff than I did, and she’d never led me astray.

Our parents’ things weren’t as helpful as I’d hoped.  Mom had gone to a lot of trouble to keep her wedding dress preserved, so I guess Amy might get to wear it someday, though it was obviously no use to me and Chad.  Mom and Dad had gotten married in a church, which was cool and all, but it wasn’t really up our alley.  They’d definitely taken a lot of pictures, which Amy and I went through in detail.  I could almost imagine what it must’ve been like to be there, even if it looked like an eighties or nineties rom-com, maybe Father of the Bride.

Amy did seem to drop her usual know-it-all attitude.  “You know,” she said, “you should probably take what Mom and I say with a grain of salt.  I mean, we really only know about straight weddings, which are all about the bride.  So since you’re not gonna have one....”

“No kidding,” I said.

“Anyway, my point is, just do whatever you want.  I guess that’s one of the good things about gay marriage being so new.  You basically have a blank canvas.  There’s no tradition to worry about, no bridezilla bullshit—at least I hope not—so you can make it your own.”

I couldn’t argue with that.  I just nodded.

When I got back to bed, it was at least two o’clock in the morning.  Chad was still fast asleep, so I quietly undressed and got into bed.

Chad shifted his body, and the blankets started pitching a tent.  He clearly had a helluva boner, which was straining against the fabric.  I couldn’t help thinking of all that talk of liking dick.  My mouth watered at the idea of Chad’s man meat being just inches from mine.

I still didn’t want to wake him up, so I gingerly slid under the covers, and I positioned my body over his.  A little bit of light still filtered through the sheets, so I still managed to marvel at his cock, admiring every little pore, every vein, every cell.  Of course, I also knew its contours so well that I could do everything I needed by feel.

Finally I opened my mouth and slid his dick inside.  I felt it hit the back of my throat, and I ran my tongue around his shaft.  Even after all the times I’d blown him, I still hadn’t gotten used to the warmth and tastiness and meatiness of his dick.  I couldn’t resist going apeshit on him, sucking his shaft as hard and fast as I could, while I used my hands to service his balls.

I was dying to know why he’d been so hard in the first place.  Had I caught him in the middle of a dream?  If so, what had he been dreaming about?  Something sexy?  Maybe a fantasy we could act out together?

Suddenly I felt his lips on my own cock, and I realized I’d woken him up.  But Chad clearly wasn’t complaining, and I wasn’t about to stop.  The next thing I knew, I felt Chad’s hands on my butt cheeks, and he pulled me closer, forcing me balls-deep in his mouth.

I let out a gasp of pleasure, and as I did, I caught a whiff of his pubes.  It was such a special scent, as if his body made its own aphrodisiac.  It was so musky.  So manly.  So uniquely Chad-like.  I couldn’t get enough, so took his penis even further down my throat, and I buried my nose in his curly-haired crotch.  Then I breathed in as deeply as I could, and I savored his fragrance as it filled up my lungs.

At this point Chad was sucking me just as hard as I was sucking him.  My balls kept bouncing against his nose, and I kept wanting to ask if he dug my smell as much as I dug his.  But with both of our mouths full, all we could do was grunt and groan.

I was starting to get close, and I could tell Chad was too.  His body was letting off all the classic signs, from the deep breathing to the gyrating of his hips.  I sucked him harder, and I fondled his balls some more, doing everything I could to make them unload their contents.

Finally Chad’s body seized up, and his dick spasmed in my mouth.  He let out a yelp, and a split second later, his cum spurted all over my palate.

That was it for me too.  I let the pleasure overtake my body, and I thrust my cock into Chad’s mouth, then finally busted my nut.

“Mm,” Chad said as he enjoyed my load.  At the same moment, I was cleaning Chad’s cock with my tongue, making sure I got every last drop of his juices.  I savored the salty creamy taste for as long as I could; then I finally swallowed.

I let Chad’s dick plop out of my mouth, and I pulled my own dick from his.  Then I turned my body around and plopped down next to Chad.  “Did you like that as much as I did?”

Chad gulped down my load.  “That’s a helluva way to get woken up,” he said.

“Well, I hope I wasn’t interrupting anything.”

“Ha!” he said.  “You know I’d take an interruption like that anytime.”  Then he wrapped his arms around me, and we shared a kiss.  After that, we both slowly drifted off to sleep.

When Chad and I started wedding planning in earnest, we pretty much followed Amy’s advice.  We agreed our wedding would be unique to us, reflecting our own tastes, our personalities, all the stuff that made us who we were.

This turned out to be harder than we thought.  Our original idea was just to keep things low-key, and maybe tie the knot in a courthouse somewhere.  But we were surprised to find how tiny these courthouses were: even in Chicago or San Diego, the courts did their weddings in rooms that held maybe fifteen or twenty people.  That was barely enough room for our immediate families, much less friends or anybody else.  I knew I had to invite at least a few aunts and uncles, or else they’d have hurt feelings.  That, in turn, meant we’d need to find a venue of our own.

Chad wanted to do something no one would forget, since he saw it as a once-in-a-lifetime moment.  To be honest, he acted like he had something to prove.  He approached it like the ultimate party planning, as if we were throwing one of our old frat parties, except fancier and more memorable.

As for me, I didn’t see it that way at all.  I did want to give Chad what he wanted, but I was way more worried about how we’d pay for it.  Chad and I had so little money of our own, I had no idea how we’d realistically pull it off.

Setting a date was an issue unto itself.  We wanted plenty of time to prepare, partly because Chad would be working on a campaign that fall: Congressman Wheeler was retiring, and Seth was running to replace him.  We figured we’d get married sometime after we graduated.  The tricky part was that we didn’t know where we’d end up living, or what kinds of jobs we might get at that point.  Plus we had to plan around our families’ schedules too: Amy obviously had law school, Dad had that Kansas City conference he always went to, Patrick had a school schedule of his own, and the list went on and on.

Before we knew it, fall semester was in full swing, which meant we were busier than ever.  Chad’s campaign work meant his schedule was crazy and unpredictable, but he was great at what he did, and I loved seeing him get so excited about it.  My own work wasn’t nearly as exciting, though I did get promoted at Riedegost, and I picked up all the shifts I could.

When we announced our engagement online, we got a way bigger reaction than we expected.  We’d never actually marked ourselves as “in a relationship” so it surprised a few friends we hadn’t talked to in a long time, or distant relatives or whatever.  I’d assumed our relationship was already public knowledge, since we’d posted plenty of pictures together.  But I guess not everyone was watching that closely.

One reaction was especially interesting.  Chad got a DM from his old friend Brandon, the guy he’d used to play basketball with.  Come to find out, Brandon was in the middle of coming out himself.  He told Chad how much he’d always looked up to him, and how reassuring it was to see that it really does get better, and how excited he was for us.

“Holy shit,” Chad said as he stared at the message.  “I mean, I guess this is flattering and all....”

“You think he’s getting the wrong idea?”

“I dunno,” he replied.  “I-I mean I hope not—”

“Well,” I said as I read the message myself, “he sounds like he’s cool with it.  If you compare that to what Johan wrote to me—”

“I guess,” Chad said.  “Maybe it just goes to show how things happen for a reason.  Just think what could’ve happened if we’d all come out in high school.”

I blinked.  “You think you would’ve ended up with this guy?”

“Oh no,” Chad replied.  “At least not long term.  But who knows what could’ve happened if I hadn’t been single freshman year.  I probably wouldn’t have rushed the Kap Eps... which means I might’ve never met you.  At least it wouldn’t have gone down the way it did.”

“Well, if it makes you feel any better, the same thing could’ve happened to me.  Remember me and my ex?  How we were supposed to go to college together?”

“Oh yeah,” Chad said, “I forgot about that part.”

“I mean, if this Brandon is making you feel weird or whatever, you don’t need to respond.”

Chad leaned his head against my body.  “No,” he said, “he doesn’t make me feel weird... he just makes me feel lucky.”  Then he looked up and gave me a kiss.

The more I thought about it, the more I appreciated Brandon’s note.  At the end of the day, all I cared about was how he treated Chad, especially after all the shit Chad had gone through.  It meant a lot to see someone treat him genuinely kindly, without a shred of jealousy or self-pity or whatever.  I even suggested inviting Brandon to the wedding, even though I’d never met him.

That November, when Election Day rolled around, Seth won his district, which was a big win for Chad too.  I wish Chad could’ve been in San Diego to celebrate, but his class schedule wouldn’t allow it.  Even so, his phone was constantly buzzing.  I had to imagine this would open doors for his career—or at least I hoped it would.

It was around that same time that Linda insisted we come visit.  Unlike my own mom, she didn’t seem interested in giving us advice.  But she was very much interested in dress-shopping, and she demanded that we help her.  I guess she assumed gay guys would be experts, even though Chad and I had no clue about that stuff.  We also thought clothes-shopping was a little premature, since we still needed to sort out the more basic stuff.  But we agreed to humor her, so we promised to come for Winter Break.

In the weeks leading up to that, I worked especially long hours.  I could only guess how much our wedding would cost, so I tried to save up as much as I could.  It did mean being away from Chad on my birthday, but I told myself it was worth it; I figured we could always celebrate some other day.

Chad apparently had some ideas of his own.  My birthday was almost over when he came to the bar with his backpack.

“What’s that?” I asked as I pointed to the backpack.

“Do you remember the first time we celebrated your birthday together?”

I paused for a second.  I actually had to stop and think about that.

“It was right here,” Chad said.  “I’ll never forget, we were sitting at table four.”  He pointed right behind him.  “It was just after you’d come out to your family... and I was hoping to introduce you to mine.”

I nodded.  I remembered how those steps seemed so big at the time, though looking back, a lot of them seemed trivial.  At least compared to what we were doing now.

“Anyway,” he said, “I couldn’t help but mark the occasion... since this is your last birthday as an unmarried man.”  He patted his backpack.  “And I brought you a present.”

“Well... maybe when I’m off the clock—”

“That’s the idea,” he said.  Then he flashed his trademark grin.

I knew he was up to something, and I could only imagine what it was.  But I found out soon enough, after the bar closed, and I took my drawer to the office in the back.  The cooks were already gone, and the janitor wouldn’t be there for an hour, so Chad and I were there by ourselves.

“Now,” he said as he opened the backpack, “I wanted to make sure you had a birthday to remember.”  Then he handed me a long package.

I frowned.  I took the package in my hands, and I tore off the wrapping to unveil a double-ended dildo.  “Oh boy,” I said.  “You didn’t want to wait till I got home?”

“That would’ve been after midnight,” he said, “which means it wouldn’t have been your birthday anymore.  Not to mention... Vitruvian Men just posted a video that seems right up your alley.”  He opened the backpack wider, and he pulled out our iPad.  As he did, I saw he’d even brought some lube.

“So you’re wanting to get naughty at my work?”

“Not if you don’t want to,” he said.  “But I know you’ve fantasized about it.  You’re the one who’s having a birthday, so you get to choose.”

I did find myself getting hard at that idea.  I didn’t want to do anything that could get us in trouble, but I had to admit I’d thought about this before.  With the building already locked, there didn’t seem to be much chance of us getting caught.  “Tell me about this video,” I said.  “How is it up my alley?”

“It’s an orgy,” he said as he snuggled up to me.  “And I know you fantasize about that too.”

“Mm,” I said, “I guess that’s not news.  You probably figured that out on our first night with the Kap Eps.”

“Either that, or the last.”

“Yeah,” I said.  My dick tingled at the memories.  I’d never forgotten the sight of our fraternity brothers jacking off, sucking, and fucking.  Not to mention how Chad and I had done the deed in front of them.  “You know you’re the only one I want to have sex with... I wouldn’t have proposed to you if I didn’t.”

“I know that,” he replied.  “That’s part of the reason I got you the dildo.  So whenever we both want to bottom, we can.  Without getting anyone to help us, a la Ryan and Marcos.”

“Or Drew.”

“Well yeah,” he said.  “The point is, all I want is for you to feel good.”

I didn’t know how to respond to that.  I just gave him a long kiss.  As I did, I slid my hands underneath his shirt, and I caressed his abs.  Finally I made my way in his pants, and I gripped his shaft.  “You know,” I said as I broke off the kiss, “orgies aren’t the only thing I used to fantasize about.  Back before we really met... I fantasized about you too.”

“What do you mean?”

“Back when I used to watch you in the showers,” I said, “I used to go back to my room and think about you.  I even used to dream about what I’d do to you if I ever got the chance.”

“Well, you’ve got me now,” Chad said, “and you know I’m not going anywhere.”

“Thank God for that,” I said, and I kissed him again.

We made out for a little while longer, then started pulling each other’s clothes off.  We just let one thing lead to another, practically ignoring the fact that I was still on the job.  Chad’s shirt was the first to go, followed by my pants, socks, and underwear.  Then I stripped off the rest of Chad’s clothes, and I marveled at the gorgeous hunk right in front of me.  Finally he made me take off my shirt, so we were both fully naked.

“All right,” I said, “now you show me that porn you were talking about.”

“At your service,” he said as he got on the iPad.  He pulled up Vitruvian Men and clicked on the featured video.  It was one of those where the boys get sent to a weekend retreat, somewhere in the middle of nowhere, with nothing to do but jump each other’s bones.  It starred a few of our old mainstays like Nate, Vince, and Darren, plus two newcomers named Ethan and Ray.

Chad and I couldn’t fit in a single office chair, so we sat in separate chairs right next to each other.  At first we just stroked our cocks while we watched.  Then I leaned over to Chad, snuggled up against him, and started playing with his balls.

“Mm,” he said, “keep doing that....”

I felt his package respond as the guys onscreen started blowing each other.  Chad seemed especially excited at the newcomers, Ethan and Ray.  “You like those guys,” I said.

“Well yeah,” he said.  “They’re hot.  You gotta admit, that’s an awesome fucking dick.”  He pointed to the screen, which was showing a closeup of Ray’s thick shaft.  Then, a second later, Nate took Ray down his throat.

I couldn’t help thinking how Ray’s dick looked a lot like Dylan’s.  Of course, the real difference was that Dylan was straight, which was almost a shame.  I bet any number of guys would’ve loved to have gotten their hands on that cock.  Then again, it did mean Amy got to enjoy it, and she did seem to like being on the receiving end of it.  The same way I loved being on the receiving end of Chad’s.  Or, for that matter, how Chad loved being on the receiving end of mine.

I lost my train of thought when Chad reached over and massaged my shaft.  His touch was warm and delicate, and it sent a tingle through my body.  I loved how Chad was such an expert at knowing what I liked, with his years of experience.  I could only hope to return the favor, so I moved my hand up his package, and I stroked his shaft and his cockhead.

Onscreen, Nate was still blowing Ray, and Ray was clearly loving it.  Darren had been sucking Vince’s dick, but now he let Ethan take over.  Ethan got on all fours to service Vince, and Darren took the opportunity to start eating Ethan’s butt.

I started stroking Chad harder and harder, while he stroked me too.  He turned his head to mine, and we went back to making out.  Chad’s tongue swirled around my mouth, while his manly beard brushed back and forth against my face.  His cock was throbbing in my hand, while my own cock was quivering at his touch.  We were both getting close to the edge, but we didn’t want to cum too fast, so we both eased up on our packages.

“Baby,” I said when our lips came apart, “you know after we’re married... how naughty do you think we’re gonna be?”

“That depends.  How naughty do you want it?”

“I dunno,” I said.  “I mean, I know we’ll have responsibilities and stuff... I just don’t want to be one of those boring married couples.  All suburban with a white picket fence.  Basically like my parents.”

“Don’t be too hard on your parents,” he said.  “I wish mine could’ve taken some lessons from yours.”

“Well... true....”

“Considering we’re gay, that makes us a lot less boring right there.  And I’ll tell you what.”  He put a hand on my butt cheek, and he pulled me toward him.  “I’m gonna keep tapping this ass as much as humanly possible.  Just like I want you to keep tapping mine.”

“Yeah,” I said as I kissed him again.  I couldn’t help thinking how repressed I’d been before I’d met Chad.  I’d basically kept my whole sexuality under wraps.  I’d never openly jacked off, I’d never watched porn with someone else, and I hadn’t let myself admit how much I loved dick.  Yet Chad had opened all those doors for me and more.  I loved how we could be totally candid about our urges, our desires, and our fantasies—and I especially loved being able to act out those fantasies for real.

By now, the boys onscreen were getting ready to fuck.  Ethan rolled onto his back and spread his legs.  Ray lubed up his dick and aimed it at its target.  “Oh yeah,” Chad said as he watched Ray start to penetrate Ethan.

I could tell Chad’s mouth was watering, and to be honest, mine was too.  Nate was busy riding Vince, who in turn was blowing Darren.  I could barely tell what to focus on, which of course was how I wanted it; I loved seeing so many cocks and balls in action at once.

Chad’s dick was leaking more pre-cum, and I was tempted to go down on it, but I resisted the urge.  Instead, I lubed up my fingers, reached around, and dabbed at Chad’s boyhole.

“Do you like that?” I asked, though I didn’t really need to.  Chad’s body language told me all I needed to know.

“You little tease,” he said as he pressed his ass against my fingers.  I felt his sphincter tighten up, then relax, then tighten up again.  He was clearly dying to get something inside him.

I toyed with his balloon knot a little while longer, but then I gave him what he wanted.  I got out of my chair, and I got some lube from his backpack.  I smeared the lube on his boyhole, then slid the dildo inside him.

“Oh baby,” he gasped, “that’s supposed to be your present, not mine....”

“I know that,” I said, “and I’m doing what I want with it.”  With that, I started moving the dildo in and out.  I made sure to aim it at his prostate, though I didn’t want him cumming too soon.  I just brushed his prostate lightly, which was enough to make him groan.

In the video, Nate, Vince, and Darren had just switched positions.  Now Darren was fucking Nate and blowing Vince at the same time.  Ray was still pounding Ethan, who kept begging for it harder and harder.

I kept working the dildo with one hand, while I caressed Chad’s body with the other.  I explored his inner thigh and his taint, but I made sure not to touch his dick.  I wanted to save that for later.

“Fuck yeah,” he said as he looked at me, then turned back to the screen.  He was clearly digging Ray and Ethan.  Not that I was surprised; they looked a lot like the guys he’d lusted over before.

I suddenly realized what this meant.  I was pleasuring my man, while he was fantasizing about other dudes, and I wasn’t the least bit jealous.  It obviously wasn’t the first time we’d jacked off to porn—or fucked to it, for that matter—yet this time it felt like we were on a whole other level.  Secure in our sexuality.  Secure in our relationship, till death do us part.  Secure in both our love and lust for each other.

Vince got into position behind both Nate and Darren.  He was going for a double penetration.  He waited for Darren to slow down his thrusts, then made sure Nate was good and ready.  Finally he slid his dick into Nate, and he and Darren started pounding Nate in sync with one another.

Chad reached over to my cockhead, and he dabbed his fingers in my pre-cum.  Then he brought his hand to his mouth, licked it clean, and gave me a kiss.

I wanted to take this to the next level, and I could tell Chad did too.  I made him get down on the ground, on all fours, with the dildo still hanging from his butt.  Then I lubed up my own butt, positioned myself on the other end of the dildo, and took it inside me.

The dildo opened my hole and filled me up, just the way I wanted it.  It wasn’t quite like Chad’s dick, but then again, that was a helluva standard to meet.

As soon as my half was fully inside me, I felt Chad’s butt cheeks on mine.  This was a new sensation, even after all we’d done before, the toys we owned, and the positions we’d tried.  Now we could bounce our asses against one another, while our boyholes both enjoyed a good fuck.

Onscreen, Nate’s mouth was hanging wide open.  It was hard to tell if he was in pain, but if he was, it was obviously the good kind.  The camera zoomed in on the dicks pistoning into his ass.

Ray pulled out of Ethan, but only for a second.  Then he climbed on top of the boy and started riding him like a champ.

Chad and I kept thrusting our asses against one another.  I wanted to look into his eyes, but in that position I couldn’t.  So I signaled that I wanted to switch positions: I didn’t say a word, but Chad knew what I wanted, so he didn’t miss a beat.  Both of us rolled onto our backs, so now we could face each other, while keeping the dildo up our butts the whole time.

I had to admit it was a helluva sight.  Here I was, still technically on the clock, watching my future husband take a dildo up his ass.  Granted, I’d seen him take dildos before—since we did have plenty of sex toys—but never like this.  Certainly never while I took the same dildo myself.

For a minute or two, we both stared into each other’s eyes, while we kept up our thrusts.  Chad’s cock and balls kept flopping back and forth, just inches from mine, and I couldn’t help thinking they should be put to good use.  As good as this felt, I knew Chad’s dick would feel even better inside me.

I pulled the dildo from my ass, though I still kept it in my hands, so I could keep fucking Chad with it.  Then I got on Chad’s lap and impaled myself on his rod.

“Fuck, I love you so much,” I said as we started making out.  “And you feel so good in me....”

“Mm,” seemed to be all Chad could say as his tongue swirled around my mouth.

“Give me your load,” I said, “it’s the best fucking birthday present you can give me.”

“Yeah baby,” he said as he pistoned deeper and deeper.

Onscreen, all five porn stars were getting close.  Ray was the first to say, “I’m gonna cum,” and he gasped a few times as he went over the edge.  Then, a second later, his dick started spurting his seed.

Chad wasn’t far behind him.  I wanted my man to feel as awesome as I possibly could, so I massaged his prostate with the dildo, while I worked his rod with my mancunt.  I felt his muscles start to tighten, the way they always did.  Then he moaned as his cock and balls went into spasms—and then, at long last, he busted his nut in my innards.

By now Ethan had pulled out of Ray’s butt, and he was jacking himself off.  I found myself staring at his gorgeous cock as his fist flew up and down it.

Chad paused for a second while his orgasm died down; then he started working my dick.  He used one hand to pound my shaft, while his other hand fondled my balls, which sent whole new waves of pleasure through my body.

I knew I couldn’t last much longer, so I didn’t even try.  I just let my body do its thing as the ecstasy washed over me.  I got off with almost perfect synchronization with Ethan: my jizz splattered all over Chad, while Ethan’s jizz splattered all over Ray.

I was just starting to catch my breath when Nate started shooting too.  His convulsions sent Vince and Darren over the edge, and they both came in his ass.  As soon as they were finished, they pulled out and let gobs of cum drip from Nate’s widely-stretched hole.

Chad let the video play to the end.  Then he pulled me down toward him, and he gave me a kiss.  “So that’s what you wanna keep doing when we’re married?”

“Well,” I said, “maybe something like that.”  Then I kissed him back, and we made out a while longer.  Then I forced myself to finish my paperwork, clock out, and take my man home.

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