Date: Wed, 28 Feb 2007 07:07:06 -0500
From: Jimmy Langston <Jimmy7@comcast.net>
Subject: Fresh Start Chap 3
Fresh Start Chapter 3
by Jay Love aka Jim
Hi Everyone,
This is the story of a male/male relationship. I don't know
where the story is going now, for it is just forming. However, I do want to
offer a caution: If you are not of legal age to be reading this material
where you live, please leave now. And if you are offended by the subject
matter, get over yourself. Gay love has, is, and will be here until the end
of time. Respect it!
If by chance you see yourself, or someone you know, in the
storyline, it is merely a coincidence. These characters are a mixture of
fiction and reality: fiction in that they are not real; reality in that this
situation might be familiar to someone.
Anyhow, I hope that you enjoy what I've written, and I encourage
comments, positive and negative, as they help me to be a better writer. You
may contact me at Jaylovenj@comcast.net <mailto:Jaylovenj@comcast.net> I
look forward to hearing from you.
>From Chapter 2:
Rich kicks his legs out, wrapping them around my waist, then he reaches out,
grabbing my shoulders and pulls me in tight against him, planting me
completely inside of him.
His lips seek out, and find my own as I feel him throb between us. I realize
that he is cumin. Globs of his offering begin to spread against our
connected stomachs. His ass grips my cock tighter than ever, tighter than
any pussy has ever before. I begin to swell, as his contractions take me
higher.
I thrust my tongue deep into his mouth as I begin to unload deep in his
bowels. Rich moans and twists his hips with each pulse of my dick,
effectively milking every drop from me.
I cum hard. For the second time in less than two hours, my body violently
ejects my juice. It feels as if my balls are being pulled through my dick. I
never knew they could offer so much. Cum is beginning to seep from around my
pounding dick sheathed in the condom.
Finally, I feel myself going limp as Rich tightens his legs around me,
holding me in place.
At last, he relaxes, allowing me to roll off when I am just too soft to stay
inside.
"Oh man," he pants. "I never knew it could be so-o-o good."
"Me--either!" I manage to croak. "I--love--you."
"If I didn't love you before, I would definitely be in love with you after
this. Damn! All these years I've wasted. Promise me we can wake up like this
every morning from now on."
"Can't do that!" I protest.
"Huh? What'd ya mean?"
"I'm going to want this inside of me too, you know," I say, gripping his
heavy, and wet cock in my hand.
He smiles. "Maybe we'll take turns. How's that?"
"Now, that sounds fair." I reach over and kiss my lover again. "Come on, let
's take a shower. I'm taking you out for breakfast. For some reason, I am
starving." We laugh, and climb out of bed, heading for the bath.
Chapter 3:
Over the next few months, Rich and I become inseparable as our love for each
other grows. I still hadn't been able to get him to be inside of me. Seems
that we always end up with me topping him. He became insatiable. Often his
attacks bore on rape, as if I really minded.
Coming home one Friday evening, I was surprised to see Rich's black
`Vette in the drive, as I always got home before him.
I opened the door to my house, and was surprised to see the house
flooded with candles.
"What's going on?" I say, more to myself than to anyone. I could see
Rich nowhere. "Rich? Baby?" I call.
"Right here, hon," he responds, meeting me with a sifter of Remy
Martin. He kisses me, then hands me my drink, leading me to the couch.
"What's going on?" I ask giggling like a schoolgirl.
"Just wanted to provide a little -- romance -- tonight. You don't
like?"
"No, no, I think this is very romantic, but then, every moment I'm
with you is romantic."
"How come you always know the perfect thing to say?" he asks,
leaning in for a kiss.
"It's easy when you love the one you're talking too," I answer. He
leans forward and kisses me again.
"Are you hungry? I brought home some Chinese. We have Shrimp rolls,
Steamed Chicken with Broccoli, Egg Drop Soup, Chicken Rice, and of course,
fortune cookies."
"Sounds good."
"Then follow me." We go over to the dining area, and I notice the
table has been set with a royal blue linen table cloth, which looks
beautiful under the white bone china with the solid royal blue piping. The
silver is sparkling, as is the crystal. A single, white taper is lit in the
single crystal holder that has been surrounded by a bunch of yellow mums.
"The table is beautiful. I can't believe you did all this--for me."
"I'd do anything and everything for the man I love."
"I'm going to hold you to that -- later," I say, lifting my eyebrows
as I pull Rich close for another kiss. He chuckles as he feels the reaction
in my pants. "That is what you always do to me," I say, answering the
question in his eyes.
* * * * * * * * * *
"Dinner was delicious," I say to him as I help him remove the dishes
to the dishwasher. I had to insist on that as he was determined that he
pamper me this evening.
"Come on," he says, taking my hand and leading me back into the
living room. We sit on the couch, and I notice the opening concerto to
Reveille's Bolero playing in the background. He knows what that composition
does to me. "Champagne and fortune cookies?" he asks, pouring a glass from
the bottle of Gosset Celebris Tete chilling in the bucket on the stand near
him. I hadn't even noticed it.
"These past eighteen months have been the happiest times in my
life," he begins, "and it all began the moment I met you. So, I want to
offer this toast to you, who have given me completeness in my life; you who
have given me compassion; and you who have made me glad for every breath I
take. You who have given me your love so freely, a fact that still awes me.
My vocabulary is really inadequate to describe to you what you mean to me,
so I hope you can see the love in my eyes as I tell you with every atom that
comprises my being, I love you. To you, Stanley Michael Davis." He raises
his glass to me, and takes a sip.
By this time, I am fighting tears are threatening to stream down my
cheeks. I find that I cry at the drop of a hat now. This man truly loves
me--me! I take a sip of my champagne, and lean in to kiss him.
"Thank you," I begin. "But, I am the one who started to breathe when
I met you. I find joy in your every movement. My heart sings at the thought
of you. I feel weak when I'm in your presence. Every time you touch me, I
shiver and am delighted. It is because of you that everyday I thank God. I
love you, Rich. And it is I who am not eloquent enough. So, to you, Richard
Alan Young, that you may see my love for you in every action." I raise my
glass in salute to him.
Rich joins me in the toast, and then we kiss passionately.
Recovering somewhat, he says, "boy, are we becoming hokey or what? Here,
have a cookie. See if we're going to hit the lottery or something," he
chuckles and he passes me the plate.
"What does it say? What does it say?" Rich asks. He has always been
a little boy when it came to Chinese fortune cookies.
"Alright! Alright! Give me a second," I chuckle.
I read the message, then look at Rich. He produces a little navy
blue box. Opening it up, I see a platinum ring with a single diamond in the
center.
"Stan, I know that I'm not the greatest catch in the world, but I
love you with all my heart and soul. When I found you, I stopped looking,
for no one else could even possibly ever hope to outshine you in my eyes. I
want to dedicate my life to you, to us, and I want you to do the same. Say
you'll be my life partner, and I promise that you'll never regret it. Please
make me the happiest man alive, and say yes. Marry me!" Tears are streaming
down his face matching my own waterworks.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" I shout, leaping into his arms, knocking him back
on the couch with my enthusiasm. Our lips smash hard together as he squeezes
me tight.
Breaking apart, he removes the ring from the box, and slides it on
my finger. It's a perfect fit.
"Now, will you do me?" He produces an identical ring, handing it to
me.
"Only," I say as I slide the ring on his finger. He laughs at the double
meaning of my answer. Then I bring his hand to my lips, sealing it with a
kiss.
I look into his smiling face, and standing, gently pull him to his
feet. Silently, we extinguish the candles, and I lead him up the stairs to
our bedroom
The smell of vanilla is in the air as I open the double doors
leading to the master bedroom. Rich, ever the romantic had adorned our room
with candles also. I also noticed that the bed had been made with royal blue
silk sheets.
We start to undress each other, removing item for item, marveling in
the sight and feel of the other's flesh as it is revealed.
I am still in awe of the marvelous body being peeled before me. I
slide his shirt from his shoulders, letting my hands travel down his
muscular arms and back, feeling the hair on his forearms slide along the
palm of my hand.
I lean forward and wrap my lips around his left nipple, feeling Rich
shudder, hearing him moan. I bathe it in love before moving over to the
right one, giving it the same treatment. I love the feel of his hairy chest
against my face, and bury my face in the center of his chest, kissing and
licking the area there. Rich begins to run his fingers through my hair,
pulling me close for a moment, and then backing up.
He removes my shirt, giving my chest the same treatment as I gave to
him. When he's sure I have reached the same level of excitement as he, he
backs up.
"Whew! That's got the old blood pumping," I say. He just smirks a
reply.
Stepping up to the challenge, I reach for his belt, and while
looking directly into his eyes, I rip open his belt. Falling to my knees, I
rub my face across his clothed crotch, feeling him start to grow beneath.
Then, I free the hook on his pants, and using my teeth, I lower his zipper.
I can feel the throbbing of his manhood just under the surface. The heat is
intense!
I pull his pants open, letting them puddle around his ankles as I
bury my face in the crotch of his white CK brief. I love the scent of my
man! My mouth follows the length of his swollen cock from base to the tip,
chewing and wetting the fabric as I travel. A wet spot is beginning to form
at the head of his dick, soaking his shorts, and I attack it with a
vengeance, sucking the life giving fluid through the fabric.
Rich's dick gets harder, if that's possible, and his knees buckle.
He bends his knees and lifts me to my feet.
"You sexy devil. Do you know the effect you have on me?" His voice
is husky with passion. He opens my pants, as he falls to the floor. He's
shocked as he lowers my pants to see that I am commando.
"You went commando today?" he asks.
"No," I respond.
"Then, may I inquire as to where your underwear could be?"
"Well," I say, embarrassed, "if you really want to know."
"I do," he says, his brow furrowing. I hope he doesn't think I . . .
"Well, about three o'clock, I started having these thoughts of you,
and the next thing you know, I was naked from the waist down with my shirt
wide open stroking furiously. I had to use them to wipe up the mess. They're
in my briefcase."
He begins to roar with laughter, standing and falling on the bed in
hysterics. "That's not funny," I laugh. The more I protest, the harder Rich
laughs. I too begin to roar with laughter, and fall on the bed beside him.
He reaches over, grabbing me. Rolling over on top of him, we
continue to laugh until our lips find each other. I spread my legs, feeling
his hardness settle in between.
I can still feel his hard cock beneath me, and mine has lost none of
its rigidity as our excited flesh grinds together.
"It's time," I whisper in Rich's ear. He looks at me, not
understanding. "It's time," I repeat. "I need you--tonight--inside me."
I rise from his body, pushing him back flat onto his back as I do.
Bending over his rigid shaft, I swallow him whole.
"Jesus!" he cries as my head begins to bob up and down, wetting his
shaft with my spit.
I hear the changing of his breathing, realizing how close he's
getting, and I don't want it to end.
I back off, reaching on the nightstand for the lube. He watches me
intently as I remove the cap, placing a big dollop on my fingers, and then
applying it to my ass.
I get two, then three fingers inside, loosening me up. I get another
dollop and carefully coat his excited dick.
"Here, hold your dick for me," I breathe, as I stand over him. I
begin to lower my ass. I pause just as the tip makes contact with my hole.
Shivering with excitement as his soft, spongy-hard flesh makes
contact with my burning hole, I let out a sigh as I feel him begin to breech
my opening. We had stopped using condoms after the first night, confident,
that we were both not carrying any diseases since we both confessed to only
being with Tom Thumb and his four boys for the past three years. Our doctor
confirmed that fact later. "You don't have to do this, babe," Rich says.
"Just the fact that you want to is enough," he says, mistaking my shuddering
for apprehension.
"No, I want you in me, and damn it, I'm going to get you in me!"
I lower myself a little more, feeling my spinster open slightly. The
pain is excruciating as the head pops inside. I freeze, halting all
movement, knowing I have to give myself time to adjust. I look into his
eyes, seeing the love he has for me, and suddenly, I totally relax, and sink
myself completely on Rich's dick. He looks up at me in amazement as I feel
his pubes connect with my ass.
"Oh Stan, this is incredible." I sigh in response. "You're so hot
--
so tight. It feels like you're touching me -- everywhere -- at the same
time,"
he pants.
I can feel his throbbing cock buried deep within. And soon I begin
to rock back and forth, milking his cock.
"Shit! I should have done this long ago," I moan. I start to bounce,
feeling his dick stroke my prostate gland with every thrust. Blinding hot
sparks are shooting off inside my head as his dick strokes that button.
My dick feels as if it has gotten harder, and a river of pre-cum is
flowing out on Rich as it bounces against his furry belly.
Rich's hips begin to buck, burying himself deeper into my hungry ass
as instinct takes over. He grabs my hips, grinding every millimeter of
himself into me. I grab my leaking cock, and begin to stroke it.
"I'm gonna cum," he moans, and I increase the pressure on my dick.
"Cum with me, baby. Cum with me."
"Yes, yes, I'm almost there," I pant as I bounce hard against his
hips.
Suddenly, my ass clamps around his dick as he slams into me, and I
feel my balls snap into the base of my dick as I begin to drench Rich's
chest with my baby juice.
Simultaneously, I feel Rich's big dick emptying into my bowels,
filling me completely. Our hips are still bucking, milking him deep into my
inner recesses. `Oh Gods' and `Oh fucks' are the melodies we sing as we
release our passion to each other.
Totally spent, I collapse atop him. Soon I feel him slip out of me
as his cum seeps out over his balls.
He holds me tight, and soon his regular breathing signals to me that
he's asleep. I softly kiss his lips, then lay my head against his chest, my
face in his soft fur, and I, too, drift off listening to the beating of his
heart. The heart that loves me.
* * * * * * * * * *
The big day had finally arrived. At four o'clock, I declare Richard Allen
Young to be my life partner in a public ceremony that would be witnessed by
eight very close friends. My only regret is that our parents will not be
there. Rich's parents are in Europe and mine are in South America. Besides,
neither of our fathers seemed too happy with our news. But it would have
been nice if they would have come.
I open my eyes, staring at the white tuxedo that hangs on the closet
door, and a smile plays gently on my lips. Everyday since we have confessed
our love, I have awaken with a smile because Rich loves me, and I love him.
My baby has dressed my suite with flowers, white roses, four hundred
and fifty-six of them, a dozen for every month that we'd known each other.
Just as I had white roses, I had sent my lover four hundred and
fifty-six yellow roses, yellow to match the golden wheat color of his hair
and the length of time that I've known him.
Our friends, Nathan and Carter, who were standing up for us, had
insisted on us not seeing each other the day of our commitment, so although
we were in the same hotel, we would not meet until we got to the altar.
"Oh, you're finally awake," Carter says as he comes into my room.
"This place reminds me of a funeral parlor with all these flowers. Gays," he
teases. Carter is a wonderful guy. He was my roommate in boarding school,
and although he is hopelessly straight, he accepts my alternative lifestyle
with ease. 'If Rich is what makes you happy, and you're sure this is the
right thing for you, how can I not be happy for you. You're my best friend;
how can I not want to see you happy? God knows, Kelly didn't make you happy.
' Those were the only words that he said to me, and they meant the world
when I called to tell him that I was getting married -- to another guy, no
less.
I laughed when he said that he wanted to meet the man that
captivated my soul because he had to make sure that he was good enough for
me. He fell in love with Rich right away, and they, too, have become good
friends.
Take my advice: never, and I mean never, introduce your loved one to
someone who you've known for a long time. The stories get to be very
embarrassing.
But, payback is a bitch, as they say, and I get revenge in the form
of Nathan Wright, Rich's best friend. They have known each other since
freshman year of college. Sure, childhood anecdotes are funny, but those
embarrassing moments that happen in adulthood, or semi-adulthood, are
priceless. Needless to say, we both had red faces a number of times, and
both our friends have received many threats, which they totally ignore.
"Get up and wash your face, and put some clothes on. I have the
stylist coming in an hour. We have to do something with that stuff you call
hair. Can't let you go to the altar looking like a Muppet."
"Ha! Ha! There is nothing wrong with my hair. This is payback, isn't
it?" I ask as I suddenly have a flashback of the day Carter married Celeste,
his wife. Being his best man, I showed him no mercy that day. And Celeste
thanked me for getting rid of his uni-brow.
"Whatever do you mean?" Carter replies. "Payback? For what?"
"Okay, bitch, I get it," I chuckle. "I admit I'm a stank whore, and
I treated you horribly on your wedding day, not showing any mercy or
compassion for a man who was about to walk the gauntlet. I dedicate my first
born in servitude to you to pay for this debt."
Carter busts up laughing. "Your first born, huh? Does that mean that
Rich is going to get knocked up soon?"
"I'm going to get him pregnant as soon as I can," I answer with a
straight face. Then, we both crack up. "I'll be out in a minute," I tell
him. "I just want to call my baby and see how he's doing this morning, since
I was forbidden to see him. I won't be long, I promise."
"You're not suppose to see the bride, or is he the groom, before the
wedding."
"We're versatile," I answer.
"Too much information," Carter says as he leaves my bedroom.
"Room 316," I tell the hotel operator. "Hi, Nate. Is he awake yet?
How did he sleep last night?" I ask when finally connected.
"Oh, hi, Stan" he says rather loudly. I am sure it is for Rich's
benefit. "I'm sorry to be the one to tell you this, but Rich and I got drunk
last night, and I had my way with him. I hate to tell you this, but he fell
in love with my dick, and now he doesn't want you anymore, he wants^Å"
"I'm gonna kick your ass," I hear Rich say as he grabs the phone.
"Hi, babe. I miss you."
"I miss you too. Do you realize that last night was the first night
we have slept apart in four months?"
"Yeah, I know. I kept reaching out for you. I finally had to molest
a pillow to get to sleep. It just wasn't the same, though."
"I had to do the same," I tell him. "Last night is the last night we
ever sleep apart again, okay?"
"That's a promise. I am so stoked!" he continues. "Six more hours.
Six hours from now, I will be Richard Allen Young-Davis, and you will be
Stanley Michael Davis-Young. I am thrilled to be taking your name, and
honored that you are taking mine. I just wish that this was a legal, legal
ceremony in the same sense as a hetero couple."
"I do too. But you are my partner, and you will be my husband, in
every sense of the word. And I will be your husband in every sense of the
word. As long as we recognize each other, the hell with the world! I just
wish our parents could be here," I add sadly. "But it's my wedding day, and
I refuse to be sad. It's their loss."
"I do too, babe. It is their loss, and you're right. You're always
right, you know. Why would a perfect person like you want such a dunce as
I?"
"You are not a dunce, and I am not perfect. And if I'm perfect, it's
because of you. And I want you because of the person that you are. I love
you Richard Allen Young. Will you meet me downstairs at four o'clock, and
marry me?"
"Nothing short of death will keep me from not being there. I love
you babe."
I hang up the phone, and walk into the outer room. Carter is sitting
there reading the paper while having a cup of coffee. I notice my toast is
missing.
I sit down to what's left of my breakfast as Carter remarks that a
company he's thinking of investing in has its stock increase by a four
points in the past two days. He takes out his cell to call his broker.
"So, how is Rich? Is he still going to go through with it? Didn't
come to his senses yet and see how crazy you really are?" he asks, hanging
up from his conversation.
"Yeah, he did. He's meeting me downstairs at four to become Mr.
Richard Allen Young-Davis anyway, to pledge his love for me to the world,
and he promised me that last night was the last time that either of us will
ever sleep apart. God, I love that man!"
Carter had me coifed, manicured, pedicured, and exfoliated, and
dressed by three o'clock.
"He's a lucky guy," Carter says, as I walk out of the bedroom. "You
do clean up real nice. If I liked dick, I could go for you myself. Are you
nervous?" he asks, inspecting my attire.
"You had your chance. But you're right. I never can see myself as a
Senator's wife. Besides, Celeste would kill both of us. I know I'm doing the
right thing. I only have one goal in mind, and that is to marry the man I
love."
"I'm really happy for you. I think this time you're going to make
it. Rich is a terrific guy. Besides, I threaten him with serious bodily harm
if he hurts you."
"You didn't?" I ask, already knowing he did. "I know I'm going to
make it. This day is so special, and it's even made more special because you
and Celeste are here for me. Thanks."
"I'll always be here for you," Carter responds. We embrace, sharing
feelings old and new, as we prepare to face this moment together.
I get downstairs, and just get a glimpse of the room, before I am
ushered into a side room. Our friends had made the arrangements, including
the menu for the reception that was to follow the ceremony. I notice that
there are a lot more guests expected than we had thought by the number of
tables there. I wonder just who they have invited.
Carter pours me a glass of champagne, which has been chilling in the
room. "I want to offer a toast," he says. "To you, Stan. I have never had
someone that has been a consistent friend, and pain in the ass, like you.
You have been there for me in every great and tragic moment in my life. I am
so honored that you chose me to stand up for you today, and it is my desire
to remain as supportive of you today as I was yesterday, and to embrace the
man you love with as much zeal as you do."
"Keep your hands to yourself, lover boy."
"I said zeal, dumb-ass. Not lust. So, here's to you, and here's to Rich, and
the life you plan together. May it be happy, complete, prosperous, and full
of babies," he smiles. He raises his glass, and we each drink. "Oh, and don'
t forget, you promised me your first born." We both laugh at that. The one
thing Carter could always do is make me relax and laugh.
At that moment, the opening chords of Tonight, I Celebrate My Life
(With You) begins to play. "That's our cue," Carter says. The doors open,
and there on the other side are my parents.
"We thought we'd give you away together, this time," my father says.
"Maybe you won't come back." I can see a smile form at the corners of his
mouth.
Tears begin to form in my eyes as I hug my mother, and then my
father.
"Mom? Dad? I thought you were in South America," I exclaim.
"You don't think we'd miss our son's wedding, do you?" my mother asks.
"Besides, we have to welcome our new son into the family."
I hug them both again, and mom takes a tissue and wipe the tears from my
eyes. "Can't have that wonderful man you're marrying seeing tear streaks and
puffy eyes," she laughs.
"Then, you're alright with this . . . with me falling in love with a man?"
"Can't say it was what I had in mind that day I first laid eyes on you, but
you being happy is all that matters. Thought I was going to miss out on
grandchildren to spoil, but then we realized you could always adopt. And we'
ll love them equally as well."
"I love you two so much."
"We love you, too. And we already love Richard. Just look at the spark he's
put back in your eyes." They exchange a few pleasantries with Carter, then
they each take an arm, and begin to lead me towards the entrance to the
room. Carter heads to his place in front of the altar.
On the other side of the room, Nate opens the door to Rich's
parents, who are surprising him by being there to escort him down the aisle.
Rich hugs both his parents as tears of joy stream down his face, and I later
learn he has a similar conversation with his parents.
Simultaneously, two other sets of sliding doors open, and Rich and I
see each other for the first time in a day. He is absolutely beautiful, and
my heart swells as the love of my life is standing before me.
"He is really handsome," my mother whispers. "And just look at the
way he is looking at you."
We begin to be marched towards the center of the room, which is
decorated in white, with white and yellow roses. The only other color is the
wisps of green foliage adorning the sparkling crystal flower vases.
Rich looks so handsome as he approaches me in his white tails. Our
parents place our hands into one another's, and together we walk to the
front of the room where the officiate is standing under an arch of white and
yellow roses.
"Friends," the presiding judge begins as the music fades, "we've
come together today to witness the joining of the hearts and minds of two
very special people.
I am honored to be ask to perform this ceremony. Stanley and
Richard, there are going to be days when a dark cloud is going to try to
infiltrate your lives, and it is our ardent wish that those days be few.
But, here's a little free advice, as long as you are honest with each other,
feeling free to express ideas and hurts, you will always find the light at
the end of the tunnel. Be cautious what you say in anger, and never let
hurts fester.
Now, who gives these two to join in love?
"It is with great pleasure," my father begins, "that we give our
son, Stanley Michael Davis, who today wishes to publicly declare his love
for Richard Allen Young, and to make this man his life partner. By doing
this, his mother and I welcome Richard into our family, and as our son."
Once again, the waterworks start as my father makes this
declaration. I give both of my parents a kiss, and Rich hugs them as my
mother whispers in my ear, "We love you, son."
"On the day of their child's birth," Mr. Young starts, "a parent's
only wish is that their child find happiness. Seeing the look in Stanley's
eyes when he looks at my son, and the way that Richard looks at Stanley, it
is clear that there is much love and trust. My wife and I agree that we have
never seen Richard happier.
Our only regret is that there will be no grandchildren, but Carter
told us earlier that Stan promised them there first born as soon as one of
them gets pregnant." Laughter fills the room as Rich gives his father a
shocked look; I give Carter a look that I will kill him later as Carter
shrugs his shoulders. "So, that might be a mute point," Mr. Young continues.
"So, Rebecca and I are proud to be here today to welcome our newest
son to our family, and gladly put the trust and care of our Richard into the
hands of Stanley Allen Davis." Rich kisses both his parents, and then walks
back to me, taking my hand. I hug and kiss my new mom and dad.
"Therefore, nothing in this world thrills us more than to present
Richard Allen Young for matrimony to Stanley Michael Davis, and we pledge
our love and support."
"I understand the two of you have written your vows, and wish to
state them here today?" the judge asks. We nod our heads. "Richard?"
"Stan, I never knew what love could be until that lucky day that you
walked into my life. You are the beginning and the end for me; the reason
why I was born.
I dedicate my life to you. I promise to make you the center of my
life, and to put nothing, or no one before us.
I promise to love you each and every day that the good Lord grants
to us, and will hold this love even through death. I give to you all that I
am, in good times and bad, in prosperity and diversity, forevermore." Tears
are freely flowing from both our eyes as I listen to these vows of love from
the man I love.
"Rich," I begin, my voice cracking. "I never believed in love at
first sight, but I fell in love with you the moment I spied you from my car
window that wonderful sunny day."
"Babe, it was cloudy," he smiles. A few chuckles could be heard in
the background.
"Not for me. And I haven't had a cloudy day since I met you. This
was all a new sensation for me. A total opposition to what I had ever known.
Once I embraced these feelings, the deeper in love with you I fell. I never
in my wildest imaginations thought that you would one day return my love.
There are a lot of things in this life that I'm not sure of, but you
're not one of them. Of you, I am definitely sure.
I promise to make each day a new beginning, for each of us. Everyday
will be a fresh start, a new birth of the love that I have for you.
I promise to never make you want for anything; that every desire you
may even contemplate be satisfied. I do this and vow this because your
happiness is primary to me, and your happiness makes me happy.
I loved you then, and I love you now, and I vow I will love you more
as each day passes, and I pledge my love to you always.
I am deeply honored and blessed that you have agreed to be my life partner,
to walk beside me, to become one with me, and to share my life. I promise
that I will never let you down. So, I give to you all that I am, in good
times and bad, in prosperity and hardship, forevermore."
Rich turns to Nate, and I turn to Carter, and they give us our rings.
Taking my left hand, Rich removes my engagement band and slides on the
matching platinum surround around it. Then he replaces it on my finger.
"This ring is the symbol of my oneness with you. It tells the world that I
am yours and you are mine. It is not broken because the love I have for you
cannot be broken." He kisses my finger.
I take Rich's left hand, and performs the same ritual with him. "This ring
is the symbol of my oneness with you. It tells the world that I am yours and
you are mine. It is not broken because the love I have for you cannot be
broken." I, then, kiss his finger.
The judge begins, "I have performed hundreds of wedding ceremonies in my
career, but I have never witnessed a truer love as I see in the eyes of
these two men. So, it is with great pleasure that I pronounce you husband,
and husband. And, as the document I will sign later will state, let me be
the first to proclaim you now, Richard Allen Young-Davis and Stanley Michael
Davis-Young. May you both live long, happy, and healthy lives.
Gentlemen, you may kiss your husband."
With tears in my eyes, I take Rich's face in my hands, and kiss him. It a
kiss of completeness that we each feel, and our knees buckle from the
effects.
Recovering somewhat, our foreheads together, we give each other a final peck
as we turn and face our smiling audience.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the Young-Davis/Davis-Young family." Cheers and
applause erupts as Rich and I stand momentarily holding hands, then we
proceed down the aisle and out the door.