Rock Paper Scissors

by Bobby Michaels

  I don’t know how long we’d been at it. That was one of the wonderful things about this position ‑‑ I just got lost in time. I had no worries about coming. First of all, I loved getting Brian off so much, it really didn’t matter to me if I came or not. Second of all, this position seemed to put my ass at the perfect angle for Brian’s cock to be in constant contact with my prostate, sliding over it, back and forth, through the whole fuck. And, as it swelled within my ass as I came closer and closer to orgasm, that contact increased in pressure until his cock was practically beating my prostate to death!

  Even though he’d risen up slightly for harder and deeper penetration of my butt, Brian kept his face buried in my neck. My face was turned away from his, still with my eyes closed. I was determined to go through the entire experience of both his and my orgasms without opening my eyes. I’m not sure why I wanted to do that. Probably because it was something I’d never done before. At any rate, it wasn’t going to be long now! I could tell by the speed at which Brian was pummeling my butt and the grunts he was making as he bottomed out in my ass he was not far from orgasm. I’ve heard guys talk about “fantasizing” while they’re having sex. I can’t understand that. I am just too completely wrapped up in the smells, the sounds, the feelings of Brian fucking me to be able to think about anything else! Maybe it has to do with the fact there is no one else in the world I would rather be in the arms of than Brian.

  I could feel my orgasm building as I could hear and feel Brian’s. His pounding of my ass had become like a pile driver and I was feeling that tingle in my balls that told me it was going to be just moments. Suddenly Brian shifted angles and instead of sliding across my prostate, his cock hit full on into it. That was all it took! I groaned loudly as my cum began to pulse from my cock onto the sheets beneath me. At the same time, the clenching of my ass around his cock must have been the final straw for Brian as well for I heard him cry out and felt his cock twitch in my hole as he shot load after load of his sweet cum inside me.

  He collapsed on top of me, his face buried in my neck. I lay there, completely done in by the power of my orgasm and the length of the fuck. I was just drifting off to sleep when I suddenly felt a wet, rough tongue gently licking my face. A long, wet, rough tongue! I opened my eyes, expecting to see Brian and instead looked right into the grinning face of…

  Tramp!

  “Oh! God!” I groaned, and all I could think of was the line from Lucy in the Peanuts comic strip about “Eww! Dog germs!” every time Snoopy kissed her.

  Brian rose up and turned his head to see what was wrong and saw Tramp sitting there beside the bed. Brian started laughing and I growled at him.

  “It’s not funny! How long has he been there?” I groaned.

  “I’m not sure” Brian said, trying desperately not to laugh and sounding more like he was choking.

  “Why didn’t we close the bedroom door?”

  “We’ll have to remember to do that from now on,” Brian said placatingly.

  “Tramp! Go lay down!” I yelled and Tramp got up and walked over to the corner of the room where he curled up, lay down, and began licking himself.

  “God, I wish to fuck I could do that,” Brian said.

  “Don’t you think you ought to pet him first?” I asked, remembering the punch line to the old joke.

  This broke both Brian and I up. I ended up laughing so hard, I pushed his hard-on out of my ass. We rolled over in the bed, clutching each other in helpless laughter.

  Tramp just lay there looking at us like we’d gone quite insane.

  * * * * *

  The days and weeks leading up to our wedding were hectic ones. Even for such a small event, there were tons of things to be remembered and taken care of. First there was the problem of finding a caterer. I didn’t think that would be such a problem, until it dawned on me that Halloween had become like a national gay holiday. And in San Francisco, that meant like half the city was celebrating and throwing parties. Every caterer I called gave me the same answer; they were totally booked for Halloween. I thought since it was to be a small gathering of people, that would make it easier. I couldn’t have been more wrong. If we were a party of a hundred or more, then the caterers could have put on extra crews. But with only six of us, it just wasn’t worth it to them.

  I didn’t know what to do until one day, while making phone call after phone call to every caterer in the San Francisco phone book, my secretary, Anne, overheard my lack of success.

  “Uhh…Mr. Atherton, I couldn’t help but overhear. You’re looking for a caterer?”

  I had tried as much as possible to keep my private life out of the office so Anne didn’t know Brian and I were getting married. In fact, the only one in the office who knew, of course, was Ted because he and Dalton were coming.

  “Yes. And I seemed to have truly picked the wrong night for the affair.”

  “What night do you need it for?”

  “Halloween.”

  “Halloween!” she exclaimed. “Why that’s only a couple weeks away!”

  “Yeah. I know! I’ve been trying to find one for weeks but they’re all booked!”

  “How big an affair is this?”

  “It’s just six people. That seems to be the problem. Nobody wants to take on a party that small.”

  “Yes, I understand that. However, some caterers specialize in small parties. Especially those who are just starting out. I have a neighbor in my apartment building who just got divorced. He and his wife had owned a restaurant but, you know how things are, the divorce sent them into bankruptcy and the restaurant closed. He’s been doing catering to try and get back on his feet. I’ve had the chance to sample some of his food and it’s very good. Do you want me to call him and see if he would be free to do your party?”

  I hesitated. While it was a potential godsend, it could also be difficult. Anne noticed my hesitation.

  “Like I said, I didn’t mean to intrude. If you don’t think it’s a good idea ‑‑” she said.

  “No. It’s not that!” I cut her off. “It’s just that this is somewhat…well…delicate.”

  “Delicate? In what way?”

  “Well, you see, this is a wedding.”

  “A wedding! How wonderful! But a wedding with only six people?”

  “It’s not your ordinary wedding.”

  “Who’s getting married?”

  “I am.”

  She looked at me strangely for a moment.

  “You’re getting married?” she asked, her voice sounding shocked. “But I thought you and Mr. Baldwin were…well, that is…”

  “It’s Mr. Baldwin and I who are getting married.”

  “Oh! I see! Well, I don’t see why that should be a problem.”

  “I don’t know. This guy is obviously straight and straight guys can be funny when it comes to things like this.”

  “Oh, you don’t have to worry about that!” She laughed. “The reason he ended up getting divorced is his wife caught him in bed with his boyfriend!”

  I looked at her, stunned.

  “Well, I guess you’re right, then. It shouldn’t be a problem. I would be very grateful if you’d call him and see if he can do it.”

  Anne went and phoned and, a couple of hours later, a man of about thirty-five or so showed up at the office.

  “Mr. Atherton, this is my neighbor, Paul Thompson. Paul, this is Thomas Atherton,” Anne said, bringing him into my office.

  “Please, Paul, call me Tommy,” I said, shaking his hand and directing him to a seat across the desk.

  Paul was a tall, good-looking man with almost black hair and gray eyes. While not a “gym rat,” it was obvious he had a good body he took care of.

  “Thank you, Tommy. Anne tells me you’re getting married to your lover on Halloween.”

  “That’s right. It’s just going to be a small group of us, just six people.”

  “So have you thought about what you’d like to do? I take it with such a small group it’s going to
be a sit-down dinner?”

  “Yes, exactly.”

  “Have you thought of a menu?”

  “Well, no, actually. I’ve been so stressed just trying to find someone to do it I haven’t even had time to think about it.”

  “Okay. Let’s start with the main course. What do you think you’d like to have?”

  “Well…all of the guests are male so I’m figuring probably beef.”

  Paul chuckled at this.

  “Yes, that’s usually a good choice with males. How about prime rib?”

  “Oh! That would be excellent!”

  “I can do it with some roasted potatoes and Syrian green beans. What do you want for appetizers?”

  “How about this…how about I leave all this to you? Do whatever you want. Money is no object.”

  “Well, that’s fine, Tommy, but I prefer to have some idea of what you want to spend.”

  “Okay, fine. Can you do it for under ten grand?”

  Paul blanched white and stared at me in shock.

  “Ten thousand dollars? Are you serious?”

  “Perfectly. I’m only getting married once.”

  “Tommy, I can do a very elaborate dinner, including the wedding cake and wines for way less than three thousand.”

  “Fine. Have Anne draw you a check for ten and you can arrange for the flowers as well.”

  “You want me to arrange for a minister, too?”

  “Nope! That one was taken care of a long time ago. My husband-to-be’s brother is a priest. He’s taking care of the ceremony.”

  “But that’s still way too much money.”

  “No it’s not. It’s worth every penny to me not to have to handle all these details.”

  “Okay. I won’t argue anymore.”

  “Good. You just have everything ready for Halloween.”

  “No problem.”

  “Oh, but I think I’d better make one change. Make the dinner for seven. I think there’s somebody else I need to invite.”

  “That’s not a problem, trust me.”

  I reached over and picked up the phone, buzzing Anne on the intercom.

  “Anne, please cut Paul a check for ten thousand and then come in,” I said and hung up.

  Paul and I stood and again shook hands.

  “Thanks for this, Tommy.”

  “No! Thank you. Now I can go back to practicing law!” I laughed.

  Paul went out and a few minutes later Anne came in.

  “You needed me?” she asked.

  “Yes, please. Sit down,” I told her. Once she had, I continued, “You’ve been with me how long now?”

  “A little more than eight years,” she said.

  “And in that time, I’ve grown to depend on you a great deal. I want you to know that. I especially want you to know I greatly appreciate what you did today ‑‑ getting Paul for me.”

  “I was grateful for the chance to help him. He’s a really wonderful man. I’m sorry he prefers other guys!”

  “Yeah, I guess San Francisco isn’t exactly a great place to find men if you’re a straight female.”

  “Oh, the men are wonderful! That is, unless you want to marry them.”

  “I don’t often find myself in this position, but I’ve been very remiss in something.”

  “What’s that?”

  “When I made up the guest list for the wedding and Halloween party, I forgot about someone, so I need to invite them immediately.”

  “Do you want me to get an invitation out to them?”

  “No, that won’t be necessary. I should do this myself,” I said. “Anne, would you come to my wedding?”

  She sat there looking at me with a stunned expression and I thought I saw just the start of glistening in her eyes.

  “I…I would be honored to,” she said quietly.

  “Good, because I’d be honored to have you there.”

  I smiled.

  “Thank you, Mr. Atherton.” She smiled shyly.

  “Anne, please. Call me Tommy. I just don’t feel that we need all the formality between us anymore, do you?”

  “Of course not…uhh…Tommy,” she said quietly.

  After a few days, Paul called me and I invited him to the house to meet with Brian and me to go over the arrangements. I wanted Brian to be involved in the wedding as well.

  “I’m not really all that concerned,” Brian told me. “All I care about is marrying you.”

  “I understand. But, trust me, this isn’t going to be elaborate. Well, the dinner should be incredible but it’s going to be very simple. I promise. I just want to make sure you have the chance to make input into this. It’s your wedding, too. Besides, I’d like you to meet Paul. I think you’ll like him.”

  “Okay. I guess I can do that.”

  Paul showed up at the house with a good-looking man he introduced as Troy Martin, his partner in the catering business. I, however, noted how Troy and Paul looked at each other and interacted. I was immediately convinced Troy was not just his business partner but his partner in life as well.

  We sat and talked about the menu, Paul describing the dishes and Troy talking about the wines that would be served. They only had one question for us.

  “What kind of flowers do you want?” Troy asked us.

  Brian looked at me and shrugged.

  “The only flowers I can think of are roses,” Brian said.

  “Great. What color?” Troy asked.

  “I don’t know. What do you think, Tommy?” Brian asked.

  “I think white. It will go along with the other flowers I want ‑‑ lilies of the valley. They’re my favorite. I love the scent of them,” I said.

  “Oh, so you’re going to have a white wedding?” Paul laughed.

  “Well…you know lawyers lie!” I joked.

  We all cracked up at this.

  “Paul, I don’t want to put you on the spot or get too personal, but am I correct in assuming Troy is more than your business partner?” I asked.

  Troy and Paul looked at each other and then Paul looked back at me.

  “Yes, you’re right. Troy and I are more than business partners. Why do you ask?”

  “Well…for several reasons actually. Brian and I only know one other couple, my business partner and his lover. And I just thought perhaps you and Troy might become friends, rather than just caterers,” I said.

  Paul and Troy looked at each other and smiled.

  “I think we’d like that a lot,” Paul said.

  “Yes, we don’t know any couples at all. This is very new for both of us. You see, we were both married when we met,” Troy said.

  “Well, I was married when I met Tommy. In fact, he handled my divorce,” Brian said.

  “Yeah, talk about ‘conflict of interest.’ There is one other reason I asked. Brian and I would like you both to do something other than just cook and serve. We’d like you to join us for dinner as our guests.”

  Paul and Troy looked at each other and I could see the shock on their faces.

  “You’re not serious?” Paul asked.

  “Absolutely serious. This is the happiest and most important day in our lives and we want to share our happiness with as many people as we can,” I said.

  Paul seemed about to say something when Troy reached out and touched his arm. Paul looked at his lover and I could see something pass between them, but I wasn’t sure what until Paul nodded at Troy.

  “We’d be happy to,” Troy said.

  “Good! That’s settled then. We’ll see you on Halloween,” I said.

  Chapter Ten

  “Damn, there’s not much to this costume. What if it falls off or something?” Brian asked, standing there in the costume we’d finally come up with for him.

  It consisted of a white toga which was off one shoulder and a short pleated kilt beneath. The costume was complete with a pair of golden armbands around his biceps and a circlet of silk leaves on his head. He was an Olympian hero. Well…he was my hero and that’s what the cost
ume was supposed to symbolize.

  “You’ve got your jock on, right? So there’s nothing to worry about. Besides, that thing is on better than you think; it’s just because it’s so light.”

  “And how the hell am I supposed to get these damned sandals on?”

  The sandals were meant to be ancient Greek and they consisted of just a sole of leather and leather thongs that went all the way up to the knee.

  “Just sit down on the bed and I’ll put them on you. I think it would be easier that way.”

  Grumbling a bit more, Brian sat down on the bed and let me put the sandals on him. I was already in my black robe with the ruffled white frontal but I hadn’t put on the wig yet, knowing how hot and uncomfortable that was going to be.

  “Maybe this wasn’t such a great idea ‑‑ to have this as a costume party,” Brian grumped.

  “It was a wonderful idea and our son is going to have the time of his life. So will we if you’d get out of this mood you’re in. What’s wrong, anyhow?”

  “It’s the getting married part.”

  “What’s the matter, are you backing out?”

  “No! It’s not that. I want to marry you ‑‑ I really do. It’s just that…well…I keep thinking about when me and Sandy did this.”

  “That was different. You didn’t want to get married. You were forcing yourself because you thought it was something that was going to change you. I hope to fuck this isn’t about that.”

  “No. This is for real. I guess that’s why it’s got me so fucking nervous. This is more real to me than the one with Sandy was. Even though this ain’t legal or nothing, it means more because I know I’m doing this because I want to.”

  “Okay, well you just keep remembering that ‑‑ that you want to do this. And also remember you’re making a little boy ‑‑ and his father ‑‑ very happy.”

  At this I leaned down and kissed him gently on the cheek.

  He grabbed hold of me and pulled me down on the bed with him. He rolled over on top of me and I could feel the swell of his erection.

  “I love you. I love you more than I ever loved Kyle. The only thing that would make this more perfect is if we could make babies together.”

  “Uhh…we can.”

  “We can?” he looked at me incredulously.