“Ted, I know I hurt you! I know I was an asshole. I’ve hated myself all these years for what I did to you. You gotta believe me. If you give me another chance, I won’t fuck up this time. I swear to you!”
Dalton was obviously close to tears at this point, but Ted didn’t let up.
“Well, I understand you might feel that way now, but what about six months from now, or a year? What then? I’m still not hearing a reason to trust you.”
Ted wasn’t about to make this easy. He was making Dalton go through hell and back, just as he had done. I sat in awe at the way Ted handled this.
“What do you want from me?” Dalton cried out.
“I think you know, if you think about it.”
This brought Dalton up short. You could see him wracking is brain for what it was that he was missing. At that point, he was so emotionally overwrought, I figured he’d never think of it on his own but Ted wasn’t about to give him any hints. Dalton was going to have to find his way out of the woods on his own.
Finally, it was like the dawn breaking. Dalton’s face lit up and he grabbed one of Ted’s hands in both of his. He looked eagerly into Ted’s face.
“Fuck! I forgot to say the most important thing. I love you! Dear God! Believe me when I tell you ‑‑ I love you! I always have, ever since that first day we met in that grungy little bar in Oceanside. I never stopped loving you. I moved heaven and earth to get a transfer here to San Francisco just to be in the same town you were. I was just too much of a coward to ever face you. Please, please, forgive me. I know I don’t deserve it but I swear, no one will ever love you as much as I do!” Dalton begged shamelessly.
“That’s what I was waiting to hear,” Ted said, beaming. “Forgive you, Dalt? I did that a long time ago. I didn’t have any choice. I couldn’t stop loving you so it was impossible to hate you and love you at the same time. But I’ve got to ask you, is this just about forgiveness? Is that all you want?”
“Fuck no! I told you. I want to go back to the way it used to be.”
“But, Dalt, you can’t do that. It’s twenty years later. We can’t go back. We’re not the same two people.”
“I know that. But if we still love each other, in some ways we are the same people. I want to spend the rest of my life with you ‑‑ just like I shoulda done all them years ago. I want to be yours and you to be mine,” Dalton pleaded.
“Oh, Dalt! If you only knew how long I’ve waited to hear those words from you.”
“If you only knew how long I wanted to say them – I was too afraid you’d laugh in my face after what I done,” Dalton said, hanging his head in shame.
Ted then reached over and put his hand on Dalton’s shoulder. Dalton looked up into Ted’s eyes.
“You know, words are okay but actions speak louder than words,” Ted said quietly.
Dalton’s face lit up into a huge grin and then he wrapped his arms around Ted’s neck and they were kissing each other passionately. I took that opportunity to scoot around my desk and make a tactical exit.
“Uhh…I’m going home for the rest of the day. Don’t disturb them in there,” I said to my secretary, poking my thumb at the door to my office. “In fact, why don’t you take the rest of the day off and I’ll see you on Monday.”
“Thank you, Mr. Atherton! Have a great weekend.”
“Oh, I think it will be just dandy now,” I said, grinning like a fool as I walked out of the office whistling.
When I got home, Brian was there. I quickly filled him in on what had transpired between Ted and Dalton. Then I did the one thing I most wanted to do. I dragged him off to the bedroom and practically tore his clothes off. I licked and sucked and bit at him until he finally held me down on the bed and slowly slid his very hard cock up my very hungry ass. He fucked me and fucked me and fucked me. Before he ever got off, I came three times! It was a truly masterful performance and one I truly needed.
As Brian lay on top of me, sweaty and tired, I just couldn’t help myself. I broke down crying. Not in sadness, but in joy. Joy for Ted, who waited so long. Joy for Dalton, who finally did the bravest thing of his whole life. And joy for Brian, for finding a man who loved me unconditionally ‑‑ the way I tried to love him. Oh, and joy for Tiger, our wonderful little boy.
Chapter Nine
“Okay, we’re all agreed then, the wedding will take place on October thirty-first,” Matt said.
It was several months after Brian’s divorce had finally been granted. Matt, Brian, Tiger, and I were sitting around the dining room table with calendars spread out all over the place. We had been trying to decide the best time for the wedding. I’m not sure exactly what it was we were looking for in the way of a date but, strangely enough, it was Tiger’s suggestion of Halloween which had won agreement with all of us.
Tiger loved the holiday either because of getting dressed up or all the candy or both ‑‑ I was never sure. I did know there were numbers of gay men in the Castro who seemed to wait for Tiger to come trick or treating each year. Many of them in much more outrageous costumes than Tiger would wear. It was interesting to see how Tiger would deal with this ‑‑ especially the ones in full leather or in full drag. None of it seemed to bother Tiger at all. He just instinctually knew they were male ‑‑ whether they were dressed as males or not ‑‑ and each one got a blinding smile and some even got a hug from my little boy. I knew I loved the comments from so many of them of what a wonderful little boy he was. Sometimes, however, it somewhat broke my heart to see the longing and envy in some of their eyes over the fact that I had Tiger.
What we had decided to do was to basically throw a Halloween party and get married in the midst of it. Everyone would be in costume, including Brian, Tiger, and me. The idea was to make the whole affair as fun for everyone as possible.
Since the marriage wouldn’t be legal, there really was no requirement for witnesses but I insisted we have them anyway. Of course, I hadn’t counted on one thing. I love Brian desperately but he is a very shy man. He doesn’t make friends easily and, frankly, other than his brother, Matt, didn’t have any friends other than mine. He’d become very close to Ted and Dalton but that was about it. Brian was perfectly okay with this because, as he always said, he had Matt, Tiger and me. He didn’t really need anyone else.
I decided to have Ted as my best man; however, Brian didn’t have anyone. Normally, Matt would have been Brian’s best man but he was performing the ceremony. I was wracking my brain to come up with someone when suddenly Brian came up with the best idea of all.
“There are only three guys I would really feel right about having as my best man. Tommy, I’m marrying you so that’s out. Matt, you’re performing the ceremony. So that only leaves one man for my best man.”
“Who’s that?” I asked.
Brian turned to Tiger, who was busy fiddling with his Game Boy and not really paying much attention to us.
“Tiger,” Brian said and Tiger looked up. “I need a best man for the wedding. Will you be my best man?”
I was stunned! I’d never thought of Tiger being in that role. I just figured he’d be like a ring bearer or something! But there was a wonderful specialness to the idea. After all, it was Tiger who had pushed for this wedding ‑‑ indeed had pushed for the relationship between Brian and me from the very beginning. Looking at it, no one deserved to be Brian’s best man more.
“Sure!” Tiger grinned.
Then his face fell.
“What’s a best man?” he asked quietly.
“That’s someone who stands up beside me and witnesses I’m marrying your daddy. Oh, and you get to hand me the ring.”
“COOL! I can do that,” Tiger said, grinning and bouncing around on the dining room chair.
I smiled at my soon-to-be husband.
“Thank you. That was very sweet of you.”
“No it wasn’t. He’s the perfect best man. Other than you and Matt, he’s the one who’s my best friend.”
“Yeah! I’m Dad’s b
est friend!” Tiger reiterated.
“I guess all we need now is to decide on costumes,” I said, laughing.
“Well, I don’t think I need one. I have a built-in one.” Matt grinned.
“I know what I’d love to see you come as,” I said to Brian.
“What? Godzilla?”
“No. A medieval knight, since I think of you as my knight in shining armor.”
Brian blushed. I loved when he did this. It made him incredibly cute.
“And what would you go as? A princess?” Brian growled.
“Nope. I plan to come as an eighteenth-century barrister ‑‑ powdered wig and all.”
“I know what I’m coming as!”
“Let me guess ‑‑ a San Francisco Giants baseball player?” I asked.
This was easy. It’s what Tiger wanted to go as every year.
“Ahh! How’d you guess?” Tiger exclaimed in disappointment.
“Tiger, what did you go as last year?”
“I don’t remember.”
“A San Francisco Giants baseball player.”
“Oh…” Tiger said, I think somewhat embarrassed.
“You can go as anything you want. You might even consider going as a San Francisco 49er this year,” I suggested, even though football would always take second place to baseball in Tiger’s eyes.
“No. I’ll go as a Giant.”
“At least he’s cost-effective where costumes are concerned.” I laughed.
“Now are you two sure this is what you want?” Matt asked. “Most couples want their wedding to be a more solemn affair.”
“That’s just it, bro. We want to have fun. It’s not that we don’t love each other or don’t take this seriously, we just kind of feel a traditional wedding doesn’t fit us.”
“We’re not a very traditional couple,” I said.
“What makes you say that?” Matt asked.
“Well, duh! I thought that was obvious! Two males? Hello!” I said, laughing.
“Well, yes, there is that. But that’s the only thing not traditional about the two of you. You both work, come home, take care of a little boy, and generally act like at least seven out of ten of the families I know. About the only thing different is you only have one child and no dog!” Matt laughed.
“Yeah! We don’t have a DOG!” Tiger said accusingly.
“Oh, shit! You had to bring that up!” I stared at Matt.
“What did I do?” Matt asked, innocently.
“We have had this running fight over a C-A-N-I-N-E for more than three years. I don’t want the responsibility and I don’t trust you-know-who to be responsible enough to care for an A-N-I-M-A-L,” I said, trying not to set Tiger off again by using the word “dog.”
“But I think every boy should have one,” Brian said.
“Okay, so are you ready to accept the responsibility for one?”
“Actually, yes I am.”
“I repeat, I will not feed, water, or walk. Period. It’s all you and our son.”
“I understand that. I never knew that was the only problem. Babe, I’m more than willing to take on the responsibility.”
“You are?”
“That’s why were getting married, remember? Share and share alike. Good times and bad. Sickness and health. All that stuff. And that includes dogs.”
Tiger had been watching this interchange and at Brian’s use of the word “dog,” he immediately sat up expectantly.
“Does that mean we can get a dog?” he asked.
Brian and I looked at each other. I finally nodded to him.
“Yes, Tiger. We can get a dog.”
“When?”
“Well, tomorrow’s Saturday. The Humane Society’s shelter’s open. I guess we can go tomorrow,” Brian said.
Tiger immediately got down off the dining room chair, ran around, and hopped up into Brian’s lap, kissing and hugging him.
“You’re going to spoil him, you know,” I said.
“Oh, come on. Stop playing Scrooge! You know you want him to be happy, and dogs make little boys happy. Didn’t you have one?” Brian asked.
“No. My parents didn’t believe in having animals in the house. I had horses on our farm in Connecticut.”
Brian and Matt looked at each other and then burst out laughing.
“Well! That explains it!” Brian laughed.
“Yeah! Poor little rich boy!” Matt grinned.
“Hey! I can’t help the fact we had money. Sorry I can’t be working class for your acceptance,” I said, fuming at the brothers.
“It’s okay, babe. I’m gonna bet you end up loving the dog as much as Tiger does,” Brian said, grinning at me.
“Yeah, Tommy. There’s one thing about a dog. They love you unconditionally. In fact, I once saw this billboard on the front of a church that said, ‘Try being the kind of person your dog thinks you are!’ I wondered to myself how uncomfortable that made people driving by seeing it because it’s something no one of us could ever live up to,” Matt said.
“Well, you both remember what I said. I am not going to take care of a dog. It’s all on the both of you,” I said to Tiger and Brian.
And that’s how we became the guardians of Tramp, a huge golden retriever. I couldn’t believe it when I saw the size of the dog Tiger had picked out. It looked more like a miniature horse. I had pictured something like a beagle, but Tramp was what Tiger wanted. Brian said to me it was better to get a big dog for him because Tiger was growing up and wouldn’t be small much longer. And, I hate to admit it, but Brian and Matt were absolutely right. I grew to love Tramp as much as Brian and Tiger did. I even found myself taking him on walks with me ‑‑ just for the company, of course. It was so heartwarming to come home and have him greet me at the door, acting like he hadn’t seen me for a year rather than just having said good-bye to him that morning. It was not the last time Brian was smarter than I was about a lot of things.
One afternoon, Tiger had gone to play at a friend’s house and Brian looked at me in a way that I knew immediately what he had in mind. I was fine with it because I had the same idea. We could make love without worrying about keeping the noise down as we had to at night. Brian took my hand and led me into the bedroom where he pulled me into his arms, kissing me passionately. We then proceeded to slowly undress each other, kissing and licking as we went. Of course, Brian’s scent was driving me crazy as I undressed him.
I slid down his body, ending up on my knees, my face pressed into his groin, smelling the wonderful, sweaty, musty scent of his maleness. God! How the scent of him drove me crazy! His cock was already hard and I began making long licks from his balls straight up the standing thrust of his hard cock. Of course, this started him not only moaning but making precum at a prodigious rate. The precum was added to the taste of him as it dripped down the shaft of his cock where I greedily licked it up.
“Tommy! You gotta stop! I’m gonna come!” he groaned, reaching down and grabbing me under the arms, pulling me up to my feet.
Rising to my feet, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my mouth to his. He quickly undressed me as we kissed and then pushed me back onto the bed, climbing on top of me.
“Somebody in this bed is getting fucked. You decide who!” he growled, looking down at me.
“Me! Me! Me!” I exclaimed, sounding like Tiger.
This cracked Brian up and our lovemaking was delayed while we both lay there laughing like a couple of kids. Our lovemaking often was like this. We loved to crack each other up. I remember one night, Brian was fucking me while I lay on the bed facedown. All of a sudden, he starts nibbling on my shoulder at the same time humming the theme from Jaws! We laughed so hard his cock got pushed out of my ass!
“So how do you want it?” Brian asked when we had finally calmed down.
“I think I want a lazy fuck.” I grinned at him.
This is what we called it when I lay facedown on the bed and Brian lay down on top of me. It was always a long, slow fuck that way
and we called it “lazy” because neither of us was supporting our own weight.
“Sounds good to me!” Brian grinned and let me turn over.
Of course, no fuck would be complete without rimming! Brian slid down my body until he was laying between my legs, face down in my butt trench. There he proceeded to pleasure me with his tongue, lubing and opening me up for his cock with his mouth. I spread my legs wide to give him plenty of access and lay there moaning incoherently as he sent jolts of pleasure through my body with his mouth and tongue working on my ass. Finally, I couldn’t take any more and was begging him to fuck me.
“Ahh, Fuck! Please, Brian! Fuck me! Shove your cock in me! Please! Now!”
I could hear his deep chuckle behind me as he slid back up my body, resting on top of me and, at the same time, sliding his cock between my ass cheeks until its blunt nose was resting against my hole. He slowly and gently pushed his hips forward, forcing his cock through the muscled ring of my ass. After all this time, my ass was very well accustomed to taking his cock so no lube besides Brian’s saliva was necessary. I simply relaxed my ass and moaned at the good feeling of his cock filling up my chute. Once I was fully impaled on him, he stopped and just lay his entire weight on me, allowing his cock to rest in my hole and my hole to become fully accustomed to the fullness inside it. His face was resting in the crook of my shoulder with his mouth right near my ear. His gentle breath on the back of my ear was causing my hole to tremble and clutch at his cock and each time I did, he groaned softly.
Slowly, he began to move in and out of me. I loved this way of fucking when we had the time. The passions built slowly but the wonderful feeling of Brian’s cock sliding in and out of me just went on forever! There were times when the gentle undulation of it all but put me to sleep. In fact, I usually lay there with my eyes closed, blocking out everything but the feel of his cock sliding in and out of my hole, the warmth and weight of his body on top of me and the scent of Brian as he exerted himself. I would get lost in these pleasures and just allow my body to float. I had to do nothing. This was all Brian’s show.
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