Date: Wed, 26 Dec 2001 20:13:25 -0800 (PST)
From: Mark Stevens <rustynail920@yahoo.com>
Subject: In the Direction of Happiness  - Part 9

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Disclaimer:  This is a work of fiction.  Any similarity to
individuals, living or dead, is pure coincidence.  Do no read
this story if man-to-man romance or sex offends you.  Do
not read if you are underage according to laws in the
country, state/province, county, city/town/village or
township where you live.


Many readers have asked me about the inspiration behind
the story.   "How much of the story is autobiographical?" is
a common question.  Quite a number of you have thanked
me for writing a story that is "filled with hope" while others
have correctly noted that the story is, perhaps, overly
idealistic.

I wrote the story at a time when I desperately needed to feel
good: about the world, about changing circumstances in my
life, about myself as a Gay man.  Remembering how
wonderful I felt as a child when somebody told me a happy
or hopeful tale, I sat down and wrote myself a love story.  I
had not planned to post the story but after considerable
encouragement from a dear friend, I decided to share it
with you.

There are many autobiographic elements woven throughout
the fictional narrative but that is of little consequence to the
reader.  I simply found it beneficial to release some
emotion through writing and the story took shape.  If
during these trying times the story has brought a smile to
your face or offered you a glimmer of hope, then together
we have taken a step in the direction of happiness.


IN THE DIRECTION OF HAPPINESS - PART 9


Chapter 26 - At Last...


  Without a word spoken, we walked into our bedroom.
Slowly, knowing that every movement was an expression
of love, we undressed each other.

  After removing Mark's shirt I allowed my fingers the
pleasure of roaming through the hair on his chest.  His body
was warm and fragrant.  His clean masculine scent, that
always makes me think of eucalyptus trees and rain, began
to fill my senses.  As my fingers hid beneath his thick dark
hair my heart began to beat faster.  I could feel the blood
rushing to the center of my body and I knew that Mark, my
life partner and love of my life, would soon fulfill my
deepest longing.  At last our time had arrived.  Tonight our
bodies would become one and our relationship
consummated in the supreme act of love.

  Lying together on our bed Mark pulled me into a warm
embrace.  Our chests were pressed against each other and I
could feel his heart beating.  Perhaps it was because of the
vows we'd just exchanged but the intimacy of that moment
was, for me, more sensual than anything I'd experienced.

  "I want you inside of me," he said.   "Will you make love
to me sweetheart?"

  "Oh yeah.  I'm ready for you as well."

  I was a little nervous.  I wasn't sure how to start and I
didn't want to hurt him.

  Since Mark had been completely monogamous while
married to Barbara, there was no need for us to use
condoms.

  "Let's go slowly.  I don't want to hurt you and I want us to
enjoy every moment."

  I kissed Mark for a long time enjoying his soft lips and
warm breath.  As I began moving my face lower Mark put
his arms behind his head and I buried my face in his
armpits.  His thick hair glistened as I thoroughly licked
under each arm.  His breathing intensified.  The sight of
Marks masculine, hair covered torso, had me totally
aroused.  Playfully I teased his erect nipples with my
tongue as my hands gently caressed his inner thighs.

  As my hand began to rub the sensitive skin under his
scrotum Mark slowly began to spread his legs.   His
invitation was clear.  Lowering my body further down the
bed I was able to place my face between his exquisite legs
and my tongue began searching for his tender opening.

  I really enjoy rimming.  I don't fully understand why this
aspect of lovemaking is so special to me.  Perhaps it's the
shared vulnerability of the act.  Maybe it's Mark's complete
enjoyment of what I'm doing.  All of my senses are highly
stimulated as I pleasure Mark in this 'forbidden' fashion.  I
find Mark's masculine, slightly musky scent to be highly
erotic.  The smoothness of his tender skin excites me while
the gentle moans coming from his lips further fuels my
passion.

  As Mark spread his legs I began licking the inside of his
warm moist cleft.  My tongue thoroughly moistened the
hair surrounding his tender hole.  Finally my tongue found
what it was looking for and I softly licked his tender
opening.  Mark's increased moaning spurred me on to more
intense licking and my tongue pressed gently inside.

  "Stevie, fuck me, please.  I need you inside of me."

  Encouraged, I reached for the lube I'd long ago placed in
the drawer of the bedstand.  Applying a generous amount I
inserted my middle finger.  He quickly adjusted to the
invasion and began enjoying the sensation of my gentle
thrusting.  I added a second finger and I felt his muscles
tighten slightly.

  "Are you okay Mark?"

  "Oh yeah, this is so hot.  Just go slowly."

  I was in no hurry.  I was hugely excited and I wanted
Mark to enjoy this.  Gently I moved both fingers back and
forth.  After a few moments I felt him relax and I began to
suck his cock while continuing with my fingers.

  "Tell me when you are ready for me to go further."

  "Go for it sweetheart!"

  My excitement was matched only by my apprehension.  I
worried that I might hurt Mark or that he might find the act
to be less than enjoyable.  After thoroughly applying lube
to my cock as well as in and around his warm hole, I asked
him to raise his legs.  We both felt awkward and in our
nervousness we started to laugh.  I collapsed and lay across
Mark's body while trying unsuccessfully to stop my
laughing.

  "We must look pretty silly," I said

  "I feel like I'm about to receive a pelvic exam," he
chuckled.  "Where are the stirrups?"

  "Hey, now there's an idea."

  "In your dreams Steven.  Just give me a kiss and fuck
me."  His smile spoke volumes.

  Repositioning myself between his raised legs I tentatively
put my hard cock against his rosebud.  I pushed very
slightly and met with resistance.

  "Go ahead sweetheart, push a little harder."

  I did and could feel the very end of my penis begin to slip
inside.  A slight grimace appeared on his face and I stopped
the pressure but did not pull back.

  "Are you okay babe?"  "I'll stop if I'm hurting you."

  "No, don't stop.  Just give me a moment."

  After a pause he told me to go ahead.  I applied gentle
pressure and felt the head of my cock slip past his sphincter
muscle.  Again his face contorted in an expression of pain
and I nearly withdrew from him.

  "It's okay.  I want you baby.  Go ahead."

  I did.  As I pushed further I was greeted with the most
pleasurable sensation.  Mark's ass felt so warm and tight,
like it was tailored made just to fit my cock. Momentarily
lost in my own pleasure, I forgot about Mark's reaction to
our lovemaking.  Opening my eyes and looking at his
exquisite face I knew he was enjoying the new sensations.

  "Wait just a moment," he said.

  "Are you okay?'

  "I'm fine.  Just need to relax a minute."

  We were pretty clumsy our first time but it didn't stop me
from becoming overcome by the reality of what we were
doing.  Engaged in the most intimate of acts, with the man
I'd loved for so many years, produced an incomparable
sensation.  I wanted Mark to enjoy those same feelings. I
was suddenly consumed with the desire to bring my lover
to unexpected heights of pleasure.

  "Okay sweetheart, go ahead.  This feels incredible.  I
didn't realize how big you are."

  "Am I hurting you?"

  "Not now.  I can't describe what I'm feeling.  Go ahead,
you know what to do."

  I pushed further and he began to moan.  I was almost all
the way in and the sensations were intense.  I was surprised
at how tight Mark was.  It wasn't painful for me, but right
on the edge.  I didn't remember Kathy's pussy being so
tight, but that was many years ago and I was terrified and
insecure.  Making love to Mark felt so right and although I
wasn't sure about what I was doing, I was sure enjoying
myself.

  Mark's contented moaning gave me the courage I needed
to become more passionate.  I withdrew my cock just to the
head then slowly plunged back in.  We were beginning to
develop a rhythm.  The sensations were far beyond
anything I expected and several times I had to slow down
to prevent myself from shooting before I was ready.

  I wanted this to last but was concerned that Mark might be
getting sore.  "How ya doin' babe?" I asked.

  "Don't stop now.  Fuck me man."

  His words turned me on so much I began to increase my
speed.  Then Mark did something that sent shocks
throughout my entire body.  As I was pulling back after a
particularly deep plunge, he squeezed his muscles and they
gripped my cock like a vice.  I surprised myself by yelling
out loud.  It felt so incredible.

  "Oh my God Mark, what the hell did you do?"

  "Just keep pumping sweetheart."

  I wasn't sure if I'd hit his prostate or not.  Remembering
our encounter in his new truck and how I found his prostate
with my finger, I tried to duplicate my actions, this time
with my cock.  It worked.  As I angled my cock in an
upward direction the ridge around the head of my cock
brushed against his sensitive gland.  His entire body shook.
I continued to brush his magic button with each thrust and
Mark was shuddering in ecstasy.

  I wasn't far from eruption.  Changing positions slightly, I
helped Mark put his legs over my shoulders, allowing us
kiss.  He shoved his tongue deep into my mouth and I felt
my balls begin to contract.

  Mark must have felt my cock swell.  "Give it to me
sweetheart," he yelled as he squeezed my cock with his
strong muscles.

  I began shooting deep within Marks body.  My body was
shaking.  For the very first time I made noise while having
an orgasm.  Mark had begun pumping his own cock and in
the middle of my own yelling I heard,
Aaaarrrrgggghhh.......... and I knew that he too had enjoyed
our first coupling.

  His hairy chest was completely covered in his own cum.  I
gently lapped it up and then nuzzled my face against his
still heaving breast.

  "Thank you Mark, that meant everything to me.  I've
never felt closer to you."

  "That was incredible.  Feeling you inside me was beyond
description.  Sweetheart, you did everything just perfectly.
At one point I knew that we had become one.  Certainly our
bodies were joined but it was more than that.  So much
more."

  "I felt as if our bodies were tailor made for each other.
We are a perfect fit.  You are so tight."

  "And you are so big.  I could feel you coming inside of
me and it was wonderful.  That was the best."

"I want you to fuck me too, but we may have to rest a little
bit.  I'm totally drained but I've never felt better in my life."

  Exhausted, we collapsed together in each other's arms.
We lay still for several minutes just enjoying the intimacy.

  I held Mark in my arms and he drifted off to sleep.  His
breath lightly caressed my face as I gently brushed his hair
with my hand.  His handsome face was totally at peace and
as I watched him sleep, I once again, for the millionth time,
fell in love all over again.

  Morning came quickly and the memory of our lovemaking
greeted me sweetly.  Mark's arm held me to his chest as we
lie in a spooning position.  The warmth of his chest against
my back quickly brought me to full arousal.  I wanted to
feel his fullness inside of me.  After a few minutes I could
tell he was awakening.

  "Good morning," he spoke softly.  "I slept so well."

  He pulled me even tighter as he draped his leg over mine.
I could feel his cock beginning to swell as it pushed against
my thigh.

 "Last night was wonderful.  I'll be your catcher anytime
you want to pitch, he said."

  "Thank you babe, but now it's your turn to pitch."

  "Let me take a leak and brush my teeth first."

  "Sure, I'll join you."

  Returning to bed Mark took me into his arms while
kissing me softly.  After many tender minutes he reached
between my legs and began to softly caress my inner thighs
eventually moving to the inside of my warm cheeks.
Expertly he ran his finger lightly across my rosebud while
continuing to kiss me softly.  I was getting lost in the
pleasure of his lovemaking.  My cock was hard and
beginning to leak.  I could feel my heart begin to race in
anticipation of a pleasure so long delayed.

  Mark took his mouth from my lips and gradually kissed
his way down the length of my torso.  Reaching my cock
he licked the sensitive head while gathering the
accumulated precum onto his tongue and swallowed.  He
continued moving lower.  With his hands he gently spread
my cheeks as his tongue found its intended target.  My
entire body reacted with pleasure as the moist warmth of
Mark's tongue bathed the most sensitive part of my
anatomy.  For many long minutes he brought me to the
edge, with the promise of still greater and unknown
delights to come.

  "I'm ready for you," I softly spoke.  I was excited and
apprehensive all at the same time.  Mark sensed my
conflicting emotions.

  "Are you sure?  I want you to enjoy this as much as I did."

  "I'm sure honey, just take it slow and easy."

  After applying lube, Mark, with great care, inserted his
finger.  I could feel my muscles clamp down in reaction to
the intrusion.  It felt good.  Very good.  With gentle yet
persistent thrusts his finger moved back and forth.  He then
took my cock into his mouth and began sucking.   The
combination of his finger stimulating my already eager
prostate together with his powerful sucking had me right at
the precipice.  I was ready to go over the edge.

  "Mark, honey, slow down.  I'm about come."

  He kept his finger buried deep within me but took his
mouth off of my cock.  He looked into my eyes and
grinned.  "Are you enjoying this my love?"

  "Oh yeah. But I want you inside of me."

  "I will, I promise, but I want this to last.  All day if you'd
like."

  "I don't think I could take it honey.  You are so good at
this babe."

  Sensing that I had withdrawn from the edge he once again
took me in his mouth.  Slowly, yet deliberately, he
swallowed my cock and his nose was pressed firmly into
my bush.  With my rigid penis deeply entrenched in his
throat he did something new.  He began to hum.  The
sensation was electric and I nearly lost it.

  "Mark," I hollered.  I'm gonna shoot."

  Once again, barely in time, he removed his mouth and
said, "I'll slow down honey, sorry.  I just can't help myself.
I want to send you to places you've never been to."

  "You are.  I just don't know how much more I can take."

  "Okay baby.  Are you ready for me?"

  "Ready, willing and able..."

  He positioned his body between my legs and helped me
lift my ankles over his shoulders.  He pressed his cock
against my asshole and stopped.  He looked into my eyes
and smiled.

  "I love you," he whispered.

  He applied gentle pressure and I felt some discomfort.  It
wasn't bad.  Again he pressed.  This time I felt pain and I
realized his head had fully entered my opening.  He
stopped all movement and studied my face.  The whole
time he smiled sweetly and I could tell he was being very
gentle with me.

  "Give me a moment Mark.  It feels good but burns like
hell."

  "Relax sweetheart.  Just let me know what you want me to
do."

  After a few moments the pain subsided and I felt an
entirely new sensation.  I was experiencing a fullness that
seemed to flirt with both my physical body and my
emotions.  The realization that my lover was inside of me
somehow filled both my body and psyche with
contentment.  Contentment was the best word to describe
what I was feeling.  Nothing I'd ever experienced could
have prepared me for what was happening at that moment.

  "Go ahead, have your way with me."

  With my encouragement, he took over.  He began
thrusting back and forth.  His movements were slow and
deep.  It felt as if his cock was penetrating far into my body
and I loved the sensation.  Just as we had done the night
before, we quickly developed a rhythm.  Mark was gentle
with me yet confident in his movements.  His continued
with long, deep strokes for a considerable time.

  Several times he would slow down or even stop.  I felt
that he was probably close to losing control and needed to
regain his composure.  After one particularly long rest he
resumed his movement. This time the angle of penetration
was slightly different and he hit my prostate.  I thought I'd
go through the roof.  Each time he pulled back the head of
his cock would brush against my gland and the pleasure it
created was immense.

  I started thrashing back and forth and felt my own climax
approaching.  Mark, knowing that I was close, laid his body
against mine while he continued fucking me.  His thrusts
were now short and quick sending my prostate into chaos.
The friction of Mark's body against my cock provided just
enough stimulation to send me flying over the edge.  With
moans, yells and loud sighing I shot an enormous amount
of semen between our bodies.

  Within moments I could feel his cock begin to swell
inside of me.  His movements slowed down dramatically
and with very short yet powerful thrusts he filled me with
his seed.  The emotional response that solicited from me
was overwhelming and I knew tears were filling my eyes.

  Wonderfully exhausted, Mark collapsed on top of me.
We lay there for a long time before he slowly pulled his
now soft penis from me.  I felt empty.  The fullness and
security that I felt while he was inside of me was wonderful
and I wanted him back inside.

  "You're sure good at what you do."

  Without saying a word he kissed me.  Our tongues
explored each other's mouths as we softly enjoyed the
'afterglow'.



Chapter 27 - A Spanish Proverb


  Barbara, Carl, Patrick and Melissa arrived a week before
our wedding.  It felt like a homecoming.  Our extended
family had reunited and we were all jubilant.  Barbara and
Carl looked great.  Both looked even more attractive than I
remembered and they were so perfectly happy.

  Patrick was a whirlwind of activity.  He hadn't been with
us more than an hour when he was outside feeding the
ducks and taking extensive inventory of the nursery stock.
As always he was never ending fountain of questions.

  The biggest change was with Melissa.  The shy, almost
retiring young girl I remembered had transformed into a
chatty and obviously contented teenager.  The sad, hollow
look in her eyes was gone.  It was replaced with a sparkle
that rivaled her mother's in intensity.  She looked beautiful.

  Although our home is not large, we were delighted that
they wanted to stay with us.  Barbara and Carl slept in the
bedroom normally used by Dan and Gary.  Melissa slept in
our office and Patrick was happy to sleep on the couch.

  After the kids went to bed Carl and Barbara joined us in
the hot tub.  I opened a bottle of excellent Merlot, a 'just
because' gift from Matt, a wonderfully kind man who I
recently met when he installed my air conditioning unit.
Totally relaxed, the four of us enjoyed the wine and
conversation until after midnight.

  Barbara was beginning to look tired and told us that she
was ready for bed.  Carl said he was going to stay up
longer.  He explained that there was something he wanted
to talk with us about.  She treated us to a beautiful smile
before kissing Carl goodnight and gracefully wrapped a
towel around her lovely shoulders and walked into the
house.

  "So what's up handsome?" Mark asked.

  Carl grinned and something inside of me stirred.  Mark
shot me a sideways glance and I could tell that he too was
enjoying the sight of this magnificent looking man.

  Carl thought for a while before answering.  He appeared
to be struggling with something.

  "I just want to visit with you guys for a bit.  My life has
changed so much since Barb and I got back together.  There
hasn't been a single day that I haven't been unbelievably
happy.  Other than the few days Steven was in the hospital,
I haven't had a single worry or care.  The only thing
missing in my life is your company.  I'm not at all
embarrassed to say that I love you both.  I really miss you
guys."

  The few minutes quickly became two hours as we talked
about everything form politics to sexuality.  I was
impressed with Carl's acceptance of our lifestyle and how
much he wanted to share in our lives.  Sometime after 2:00
a.m., tired and happy, we decided to go to bed.  Before
entering the house Carl gave each of us a heartfelt hug and
a solid kiss on the lips.

  Once settled in bed Mark seemed thoughtful.  Finally he
spoke.  "What do think is up with Carl?" he asked.

  "What do you mean?"

  "He told Barbara that he wanted to discuss something with
us.   I thought he had something weighty on his mind.  I
enjoyed our conversation but he really didn't say anything
that he couldn't have said in front of Barb."

  "Yeah, it was a little odd.  Maybe he wasn't ready for the
evening to end and just wanted to visit with us."

  "I guess so," Mark said with some hesitation.  "I don't
know?  He's so comfortable with our lifestyle and his
goodnight kiss was a bit passionate, don't you think?"

  "Well yes, now that you mention it.  I liked it though,
didn't you?"

  "Sure I did.  I just don't understand it."

  "Maybe he's a little curious.  I think most men are at one
time or another.  Whatever the reason, I sure enjoy his
company," I said with enthusiasm.

  Mark pulled me into a strong embrace and softly
whispered that he loved me.  Feeling warm, inside and out,
we let the subject drop and fell asleep.

  I'm an early riser regardless of what time I go to sleep the
night before.  I was awake by 6:00 a.m.  This morning the
wonderful aroma of brewing coffee greeted me.  Wearing
only my robe I walked into the kitchen.  I found Barbara
sitting at the table, drinking coffee and looking lovely.
When she saw me her eyes twinkled and she smiled.

  "Good morning sexy.  I thought you'd be sleeping in late,"
she cheerfully spoke.

  "No, not me.  As hard as I try I just can't make myself go
back to sleep once I wake up."

  I poured myself a cup of coffee and sat down next to her.
My robe was open around my neck and she playfully
tugged at the hair on my chest.

  "What a sexy chest.  No wonder Mark loves you so much.
How about a peek a little lower?"

  I must have turned several shades of red.  Barbara has a
great sense of humor and is a real tease.  Because of the
ongoing stress and friction in the years following her
marriage to Mark, it was only in recently that I learned how
much fun she can be.

  "I'm just kidding with you," she said while winking at me.
"Did you enjoy talking with Carl last night?"

  "Yes.  I like him so much.  Mark and I were glad he
stayed up to talk with us.  He really is a remarkable guy."

  "He loves you guys.  He talks about you all the time."

  "Yeah, he's pretty open with his feelings."  She heard the
questioning tone in my voice and cocked her head to one
side while offering a sly smile.

  "Are you wondering why?"

  "Well yes Barbara, we are a bit intrigued.  He kisses us on
the lips.  Not that we mind, but it seems an odd thing for a
straight man to do.  He's also very accepting of our
lifestyle.  At Christmas he sent me a subscription to
Playgirl magazine. What's up?"

  "I was hoping Carl would have talked with you himself
but I suspect that he hasn't.  Let me tell you a little bit about
him.

  First and most important, he really does love both of you.
Mark's leaving Spokane left a big hole in Carl's life.  He
misses Mark's friendship and yours too.  You and Mark are
the first men that Carl has ever loved.  He never knew his
father.  His mother was a drug addict and an aunt raised
him.  She provided a roof over his head and three meals a
day yet there was little love.  He has no brothers or sisters.
His aunt died when he was nineteen years old and he has
been on his own ever since.

  Growing up he felt like an outcast.  Without the nurturing
of a loving family and coupled with his shyness, he never
learned how to make friends.  Throughout his childhood
and early adult years he desperately wanted a best friend.
As you men like to say, 'a buddy'.  It never happened and
he grew up lonely and fiercely independent.  I think that is
why we were inseparable when we were dating.  We totally
leaned on each other.

  Believe it or not, you and Mark are his first male friends.
But it's deeper than that.  He never did the normal things
adolescent boys do together.  Male relationships of any
kind are totally foreign to him and now that he's
comfortable with his life, he's beginning to realize that he
missed out on so much.  He's curious about your sexuality.
He's definitely straight yet admits that he is attracted to you
and Mark.  Being with you guys is very gratifying to him."

  "Wow."  I was surprised.  "How do you feel about this
Barbara?"

  "Oh I'm fine with it.  I appreciate that he has been honest
with me and I'm not at all threatened.  After all, I spent
years with a husband who was in love with another man,"
she said while smiling at me.

  "I'm happy that you and Mark have accepted him as close
friend.  I'm also hopeful that you will help him come to an
understanding about his sexuality."

  "We love him very much.  I knew the day we met that he
and I would become good friends.  How can Mark and I
help him with his sexual feelings?"

  "Just let him be himself and encourage him to ask
questions. He's just starting to understand that male and
female characteristics exist in all of us and that there are no
hard and fast rules when it comes to sexuality.  Just be
yourselves and do whatever you feel comfortable with."

  "It might be a little awkward at first," I stated.  "How do
we broach the subject? 'Hey Carl we hear you might like
guys'.

  "Don't let it be awkward Steven.  Just treat him the same
way you did last night."

  We ended our conversation as Patrick came roaring into
the kitchen.  Filled with energy and curiosity, he was ready
to start his day.

As Barbara stood to leave she leaned over and kissed my
cheek. "Thank you Steven.  Just let Carl know that you love
him," she whispered.  Before turning away she quickly ran
her hand across my chest.  "Very nice, very nice," she
muttered.

  Later that day I told Mark of my conversation with
Barbara.  He wasn't as surprised as I was.

  "I had a feeling that Carl was looking for answers to some
deep questions," Mark said.






  The day of our ceremony finally arrived.  Both Mark and I
were excited to proclaim our love in front of our friends
and family.  Neither one of us regretted our decision to
enjoy intercourse prior to the ceremony.  That was an
intimate celebration of our love and we knew the time was
right.  Today would be a day of celebration with our
friends.

  The weather was sunny but quite cool.  Two days earlier a
cold front moving south out the Gulf of Alaska brought
cold rain and a rare dusting of snow to the nursery.
Although snow is not uncommon at the higher elevations of
the Santa Susanna and San Gabriel mountain ranges, the
nursery is only 1,359 feet above sea level so the infrequent
flurries are usually met with much discussion among the
adults and unrestrained merriment with the children.
Patrick was beside himself with excitement.  He got on the
Internet and within minutes knew the date the last
measurable snow fell in the San Fernando Valley area.

  A seasonal creek runs through the fruit tree section of the
nursery.  Runoff from rainfall and melting snow flows
down the canyons that crease the face of Oat Mountain just
south and west of our property.  During heavy El Nino
winters the creek becomes a torrent of rushing water from
late November through April.  Although not flowing at full
capacity the creek was lively, creating the perfect ambiance
for a wedding between two men that take great delight in
all aspects of nature.

  Gary and Dan had built a lovely arbor on the north side of
the creek where the ceremony would take place.  Our
guests would sit facing the arbor with snow-covered Oat
Mountain as a backdrop.  Jim and Al very tastefully
decorated the nursery and adorned the arbor and
surrounding benches with dozens of pots containing spring
flowering bulbs.  Tulips, Daffodils, Narcissus, Hyacinths
and Crocus brought a riot of color and fragrance to the
crisp winter setting.

  Sarah and Miguel provided the catering.  The abundance
and variety of food they prepared was impressive.
Traditional Mexican dishes, sushi, barbecue, and
vegetarian; there was something to suit everybody.

  We rented a huge tent that covered at least a quarter of the
parking lot.  Inside the tent we set up propane fueled
heaters, a small stage for the band, and numerous tables and
chairs.  Jim and Al had decorated each of the tables with
beautiful and unusual centerpieces.  Large glass vases filled
with water and colorful tropical fish.  Floating on top were
blooming water lilies and hyacinths.

  Mark, much to my dismay, loves to dance.  Through Al,
who is an accomplished and well-known musician, we
found a band that played various musical styles.  I knew
that most of our guests shared Mark's enthusiasm for
dancing so I reluctantly agreed.  For days I worried about
having to dance in front of everybody.  Jim, who also likes
to dance, understood my nervousness and offered some
private tutoring.  I took him up on the offer.

  As it turned out Jim is a good dancer and I really enjoyed
dancing with him.  I never told Mark just how much.  As I
mentioned earlier, Jim looks very much like Mark.  With
their striking masculine appearance they could easily pass
for brothers.  Where Mark is clean-shaven, Jim has a sexy
dark mustache.  While teaching me how to slow dance I
had to fight the urge to kiss his handsome face.  The
mustache on the already familiar face was greatly appealing
to me.  Jim's patient teaching paid off and by the day of the
wedding I was feeling a little more comfortable.

   We closed the nursery for the day and encouraged our
guests to feel free to wander through the grounds.  Both
Mark and I wanted the gathering to be an intimate
celebration among friends and family. Our invitations
stated clearly that we didn't want gifts.  The love and
support of friends and family were all we were looking for.
We also encouraged everybody to dress comfortably and
come prepared to have a good time. By 11:00 a.m.
everybody had arrived and the mood was festive.

  At 11:30 Gary invited all of our guests to have a seat.  He
was dressed in tan slacks and light blue pull over sweater.
He looked so handsome.  I had no idea how he intended to
lead the service.  Several weeks earlier he asked us a few
questions and took some notes.  But other than indicating
that he would incorporate our wishes into the service, we
had no idea what to expect.

  After everybody was seated Mark and I walked hand in
hand to the arbor where Gary was standing.  The service
that followed was simple and exactly what we had hoped
for.

  Looking past us, into the group of assembled guests, Gary
began to speak.

  "On behalf of Mark and Steven I want to thank each of
you for joining us today.  By your attendance you've given
a priceless gift that they will remember and cherish for the
rest of their lives.  Silver quickly tarnishes and crystal will
one-day break, but the gift of friendship is an expression of
love that springs from grace and selflessness.  Dear
friends, that is a gift that cannot be broken or marred.

  Each of you is here because you desire to share in the
lives of two men that you call friends.  As Mark and Steven
declare their love for each other I invite you to share in the
promises they are about to make.  As friends and family I
ask each of you to become active participants in their
commitment to one another.  That you remain quick to
laugh with them in times of joy and equally willingly to cry
with them when they shed tears.  That you exhort and
encourage them and always remain steadfast in love and
unwavering in support.

  You were not invited to join in today's celebration
randomly.  Each of you was chosen because, in some way,
you are important to Steven and Mark.  I can say with
confidence that the two men standing here love each of you.
In that spirit of love I invite you to rejoice with your two
friends as they take vows pledging their love and
commitment to each other."

   Gary now directed his attention to Mark and I.  With
deep, penetrating eyes, he looked directly at me.

  "Steven, I've known you for many years and in that time
I've come to love you.  Over the last two weeks I've spoken
with every one of your guests and each person has told me
much the same.  They love you.

  A few months ago, my life partner, Dan Neilson, confessed
to me that he too loved you.  He was very nervous when he
told me of his feelings and I think he expected me to be
angry or hurt.  Surprisingly enough I understood exactly
what he was saying.  I began to wonder; what is it about
you that not only draws people into friendship, but also
inspires love?

  I think I'm finally beginning to understand.  You are
comfortable enough with yourself that you never try to
appear to be somebody you are not.  You never put on airs
and you allow others to be comfortable with themselves.
What a rare and wonderful gift you possess.  It's taken me
many years to understand this about you and now, on this
day of great joy, I want to share some of my fond memories
with your friends.

 I'm going to tell a few stories about you Steven.  I hope you
will forgive me."

  Evidently a smile must have come to Mark's face because
Gary turned his eyes on him and said, "don't smile too soon
Mark, you're next."

  Gary continued.

  I met Steven 11 years ago when he was visiting the
Lutheran church only several blocks from here.  I
remember that day as if it were yesterday.  I was a visiting
the congregation as part of the Lutheran Lay Renewal
Program and as a result I was seated in the chancel area
facing the congregation.  Only moments before the service
was ready to begin I noticed a tall, good looking young
man walk in and take a seat near the back.  For some
reason he completely captured my attention.  He was
totally at ease with the liturgy and seemed to be focused on
the meaning behind the words being spoken.  It's hard to
explain, but somehow I knew that he was not merely
reciting the words of an ancient worship service, but
rather, was rejoicing in the wonder of the One who
inspired the words.  I kept my eye on him during the entire
service.  I wanted to meet him.

  There was a potluck lunch following the service and I
hoped to introduce myself to him.  I became frustrated
because every time I tried to catch his attention he was
cornered by one of the many young and attractive women
in the congregation.  He didn't seem to mind.  About that
time the pastor of the church approached me and asked me
to join him at his table.  I'm sure the good Reverend must
have found me to be very rude. The entire time he was
talking to me I was watching this young man who, for some
reason, had me completely fascinated.

  After the meal I saw my chance to talk with him.  The
young woman that he was seated with was apparently
blessed with two gifts.  The first was the gift of gab.  I
watched as she spoke nonstop for minutes on end while
Steven tried desperately, without success, to appear
interested.  He was far more interested in her second gift -
very attractive breasts.  Try as he may, the young visitor
could not help himself.  His eyes were riveted to her
cleavage."

  "Steven!" Mark exclaimed.

  "I approached and introduced myself with the ruse of
having important business to discuss with our visitor.  I
learned that the young man who had immediately caught
my attention and interest was Steven Houston and we took
the first steps in a journey that would become a wonderful
friendship.  Within moments I got my first inkling that this
man is special.

  As the weeks passed, our friendship grew and Steven
allowed me to enter into his private world where he bravely
wrestled with the demons that had deceived him for most of
his young life.  He honestly acknowledged his feelings of
bisexuality yet was unable to accept them.  It would be
many years before he would understand that his sexual
orientation was as much a part of his personality as his
generosity or loyalty.

  Steven, like so many other young men and women, was the
product of a society that places great value on conformity
to manmade rules and ancient mores established by
religions that have lost touch with the people they hope to
inspire.  Steven believed that it was sinful to be in love with
another man.  He hooked into the falsehood that sexual
relations between two men or two women is immoral.

  One evening, a few months after we met, I received a
phone call from Steven.  I knew immediately that he was
very troubled.  He wanted to talk.  We got together and he
opened his heart to me.  It was, and always will be, one of
the most precious moments of my life.  That night, Steven
told me that he was in love.

  As he spoke I sensed that something truly wonderful was
happening.  Deep within my own heart I knew that a
remarkable love story was beginning to unfold.  With his
characteristic honesty he told me that he was deeply in love
with a person he'd loved since college.  Someone that
captured his heart by day and whom he dreamt about every
night.  Someone that he longed to spend the rest of his life
with and the only person he ever wanted to make love to.
Not knowing that I am Gay, and with tears running down
his cheeks, he told me that the person he loved was a man.
That man is Mark Williams.

  I was honored that Steven chose to share with me.  I also
knew that his relationship with Mark was right.  But hidden
in some dark closet of my soul, jealousy lurked.  Before I'd
even met Mark I didn't want to like him.  In the few months
that I'd known Steven I had come to value our friendship
more than anything else.  And although I knew that Steven
was in love with Mark, all I could see was competition for
his friendship, his time and his love.  I tried to convince
myself that Steven's love for Mark was nothing more than
temporary infatuation and would quickly pass.  You see, I
wanted to be the number one man in Steven's life and I
succumbed to pride and vanity."

  Gary turned his gaze upon Mark.  His steady eyes studied
Mark's face before he continued.

  "But that all changed the day I met Mark.  Let me tell you
about a barbecue that forever altered how I look at myself.

  It was shortly after Mark married Barbara.  Steven was
putting on a brave face but inside he was a mess.  Being
practical by nature he did the practical thing.  He buried
himself in his work.  He also went out drinking every night
with his employee and friend, Dan Neilson.  As a result of
his hard work this once small nursery began to flourish and
Steven Houston found plenty of diversions so that he
wouldn't have to deal with his broken heart.  I remember
him telling me that as long as he was busy he was okay.  It
was nighttime that he dreaded.  The more I saw my dear
friend hurting the angrier I became at Mark Williams, a
young man that I hadn't even met."

  As Gary spoke I noticed Mark drop his head and stare at
the ground.  I could tell that Gary's words were cutting
deeply into his sensitive heart.  I squeezed his hand tightly.
Gary noticed Mark's pain.

  "Mark, my dear friend.  Don't be sad.  You did exactly
what you were supposed to do.  And you did it with a totally
unselfish heart.  It was me who acted selfishly, not you."

  As he spoke those tender words he gently reached out and
placed his hand on Mark's cheek.  Mark looked up and their
eyes met. The exchange was brief but never to be forgotten.
I don't think there was a dry eye in the house.

  One afternoon Steven and I had a minor argument about
his love for Mark.  I remember telling him that it was time
for him to move on with his life and find somebody who
would love him and commit to him.  I added that if he
couldn't do that then he should at least find somebody to
have sex with.  After all, I reasoned, he was a young man
with needs that should be satisfied.

  That was a mistake.  Steven abruptly snapped at me and
told me that it wasn't about sex and if I couldn't understand
that then I should just let the subject drop.  Of course my
feelings were hurt.  Steven had never raised his voice to me
let alone invite me to mind my own business.  We were on
the telephone so we quickly ended the now awkward
conversation.  Later that evening my phone rang and it was
Steven calling to apologize.  We both felt badly about what
happened but quickly put it behind us.

  'I want you to meet Mark', he said.  'I just know that if you
meet him you'll understand why I'm in love.  Please Gary,
will you come to a barbecue I'm going to have and give
Mark a chance?  Gary, you mean the world to me and I
want you and Mark to be friends.  Please'?

  I agreed and two days later I found myself sitting on
Steven's front porch talking with Dan while waiting for
Mark and Barbara to arrive.  With each passing minute my
impatience grew while secretly hoping they wouldn't show.
Thirty minutes late a car enters the driveway and I could
feel Steven's excitement and apprehension.

  'Well...here they are', he said with a shaky voice.

  I noticed only one occupant in the car.  In my desire to
vilify Mark I inwardly smiled at what I believed to be
inconsiderate behavior.  Surly they could have called to tell
Steven that only Mark would be coming and that he would
be late.  I was later to learn that Barbara was having a
difficult time with her pregnancy and wasn't feeling well.
So as not to dampen the evening, she unselfishly decided at
the last minute to stay home.

  Steven walked down to meet Mark while Dan and I stood
up.  As I watched with a reproachful eye, I saw a tall man
exit the car and pull Steven into an embrace.  I could feel
myself tense.

  'Gary, give Mark a chance. He really is a nice guy.  I like
him very much'.  Dan spoke rather sternly to me.

  As they approached the porch my heart temporarily
stopped.  Walking hand in hand with Steven was the most
handsome man I'd ever seen in my life. I was speechless.
As each of you knows, handsome doesn't even begin to
describe the beauty of this man.

  Mark handed Steven a beautiful bouquet of roses.  In his
left hand he was carrying a brown shopping bag.  Reaching
the porch Dan greeted Mark with an enthusiastic hug.
They spoke for a few moments then Mark turned to greet
me.

  Steven made the introduction.  Mark extended his hand
and warmly grasped mine.

  'Hi Gary, I'm so glad to meet you.  Steven has said so
much about you I feel as if we've been friends for years.

  Sometimes revelation occurs with grandeur and
brilliance.  Sometimes it occurs with the subtlety of insight.
On that evening it occurred quietly, unnoticed by all,
except by the one whose heart had become haughty.  In an
instant I knew, beyond doubt, that Mark was indeed the
man chosen to stand at Steven's side.  I also knew that I
was guilty of the very thing that aggravates me with
religious people.  I made assumptions and tailored the truth
to fit my own selfish desires.  In the presence of a man who
stood tall not only in stature, but also in humility, I
suddenly felt small and petty.

  To make matters worse, he brought me a gift.  Opening
the shopping bag he was carrying, he pulled out a musical
CD for Dan and handed me a bottle of Glen Fiddich Single
Malt Scotch.

  'Mark, how did you know this is my favorite Scotch'?

  'Steven told me.  He's told me all about you Gary.'

  I realized that Steven had told me all about Mark too, but
because my ego got in the way, I couldn't remember any of
it.  I felt so ashamed as Mark put his arm over my
shoulders and asked me to take a walk with him.  There is
no need for me to go into detail about what we talked about
as we strolled through the nursery.  Let it suffice that my
friendship with Mark was deeply forged that humbling
evening eleven years ago.

  I was soon to learn that the handsome man who stands at
Steven's side, is the most accepting, pure and
nonjudgmental person I've ever met.  In the time I've known
Mark I've never heard a harsh or judgmental word come
out of his mouth.  Always the first to see the best in people
and the last to give up hope.

  The love story that we celebrate today began 15 years
ago.  A love conceived on a college campus and born two
years later on a wind swept ridge overlooking the
California desert.  In the years that followed, their love
grew deeper, even as their relationship took many strange
and often lonely paths.  There would be long periods of
loneliness, frequent soul searching and the occasional
moments of doubt.  Yet their love continued to grow until it
became so large it could no longer be ignored or delayed.
And that is why we are here today.

  I was thrilled when Mark and Steven asked me to lead
their wedding celebration.  Thrilled until I realized that I
had no idea of what spiritual emphasis to place in the
ceremony.   I knew that the message needed to reflect their
beliefs and hopefully be filled with joy and inspiration for
the rest of us.  Mark and Steven are my very best friends
and of course my biggest desire is to please them.   But
how...?

  It's difficult to try and understand Steven's spiritual
beliefs.  Being raised within the framework of the
traditional church he carries with him the ideals of the
Christian gospel.  He also has a formal education and has
embraced the disciplines of modern science, often putting
him at odds with the teachings of the church.  He's adamant
in his insistence that any belief system that is worth it's salt
must be accepting of everybody, regardless of their
theology, sexual orientation, political views or ethnic
background.  Add to that equation a stubborn insistence
that no one spiritual path is right for everybody and you'll
get an idea of the complexity of my dear friend's beliefs.

  Mark, who has only recently embraced any type of
spirituality, is much easier to understand.  For him, the
formula for a happy life and meaningful spirituality is
summed up in the Golden Rule.

 Three weeks ago I asked the guys to give me some idea of
what spiritual message they would like me to emphasize in
today's celebration.  Steven said that he'd leave that up to
me.  Mark quoted an old Spanish Proverb that I'd not heard
before but found meaningful in its truth and simplicity.

  The proverb is simple: 'in life there is no happiness, only
moments of happiness'.

   I asked Mark what the proverb means to him.  He thought
for a moment then said -

   'If I have any mission or goal in my life, it is to create as
many moments of happiness as possible.  In so doing I will
ensure that my life and the lives of those I love will be filled
with as much goodness and joy as possible.  The rest is up
to God.'

  That was it.  That simple proverb, and Mark's
understanding of it, says all that needs to be said.  Steven
and Mark's faith in their relationship and love for each
other have moved them from one moment of happiness to
the next.   Even when all the odds seemed to be against the
fulfillment of their relationship they focused on making
each other happy.  And along the way they have shared that
happiness with me and with each of you.  Isn't that the very
essence of love and spirituality?"

  Once again Gary turned his eyes on Mark and myself.  He
studied our faces for what seemed a long time.  I watched
his penetrating eyes soften and the slightest hint of a smile
turned the corners of his mouth.

  "Steven.  Mark.  The long road that you've walked has
rounded another corner.  Now, at last, you find yourselves
in the place that God has been leading you to all along.
The people that love you are now gathered together.
Friends and family willingly stand at your side and as one
voice say YES to your love and to your union.  You no
longer walk the road alone.

  The journey down life's highway will, from this day
forward, be walked hand in hand.  And, although you have
eyes only for each other, don't lose sight of the fact that you
walk in the company of angels.  I'm not talking about
celestial creatures.  No, I speak of your family and your
friends who have joined you today to pledge their love and
support.  Isn't that what this service is about anyway?  In
your hearts you've been married since the day you met.
Today you invite, into that union, the people chosen to walk
with you.  Draw on their support and their love, always.

  In celebration of your union I've asked Dan, Barbara and
Carl to join us.  Their participation in the promises you
make will symbolize the strength and solidarity you enjoy
with those people that love you."

  Dan came forward and stood next to Gary.  Barbara
walked up next and took Mark's hand while Carl grasped
mine.  I had no idea that our ceremony would move in this
direction and the gesture touched my heart.  Looking at
Mark, I could tell by the softness in his eyes that he felt the
same.

  Gary offered a prayer.  I know this sounds odd, but as he
prayed, something transcendental occurred.  I thought I
could feel something powerful, gently moving around us.
Reality seemed to shift.  It was the same presence I felt the
night Mark came home from Spokane.   Later, after we
returned from our honeymoon, many of the guests told me
they felt the same thing.  I can't explain it nor do I want to.
It just was.

  Beyond Gary's words I could hear the voice of the creek.
I heard, as it were, a deep symphony of sound as the creek
too joined in our celebration.  I could hear water rushing
across the face of large rocks and its deep resonance
reminded me of cellos.  Piccolos and flutes harmonized as
the water swirled in eddies created by the many smaller
stones encountered in its ongoing search for lower ground.
Even the pebbles added their voices as they tumbled
against one another along the creek bed.

  Using the Lutheran Book of Worship as his guide, Gary
led us in our vows.

  "The Lord in his goodness created each of us, and by the
gift of love founded the human community in joy that begins
now, and will reach perfection in the life to come.

  Because the gladness of marriage can easily be overcast
by the cares and worries of this world, God himself will
bless you with his abundant and ever-present support and
you will be sustained in your weariness and have joy
restored.

  Through the gifts of faith, prayer, and friendship you have
been given powerful tools that, when used properly, will
help sustain joy in times of trouble, peace amid strife, and
light that will shine through darkness.

  Dan, Barbara, and Carl: Speaking on behalf of all those
who love Mark and Steven, is it your intention to support,
comfort and uphold your friends in times of joy and
trouble; to remain constant in your friendship and steadfast
in your love?  If so, please answer yes, by the grace of
God."

  'Yes, by the grace of God'.

  "Steven and Mark: if it is your intention to share with
each other your joys and sorrows and all that the years will
bring, then with your promises forever bind yourselves
together as partners."

  I spoke first.

  "I take you Mark Williams to be my partner from this day
forward, to join with you and share all that is to come, and I
promise to be faithful to you until death parts us."

  Mark spoke next.

  "I take you Steven Houston to be my partner from this day
forward, to join with you and share all that is to come, and I
promise to be faithful to you until death parts us."

  "Mark and Steven, by their promises before God and in
the presence of their friends and family, have bound
themselves to one another as partners in life.

  Blessed be God, the author of all life, and who in his
wisdom has seen fit to bring together Mark and Steven in
the bonds of true love.  Those whom God has joined
together, let no one put asunder.

  May the Lord God, establish and sustain you, that you
may find delight in each other and grow in love until your
life's end.  In the Name of the Father and of the Son and of
the Holy Spirit.

  Amen."

  As if on cue, Al began softly playing on the mountain
dulcimer, a stringed instrument that is still played in the
deep hollows of the Southern Appalachian Mountains.  The
sound was sweet and deeply stirring.  At first the melody
was ethereal and, to my ears, unfamiliar.   As he continued
to play, one by one, our guests added their voices to the
sound of the strings.  It was the most beautiful and unusual
sound I'd ever heard.  Deep voices rumbled beneath the
sound of the strings while those of higher pitch danced
above.  It was a tapestry of sound, woven precisely together
by an unseen director.  I don't remember hearing any
words, only sound.

  A breeze blew off of Oat Mountain and gently carried the
sound away until the music remained only in my head,
forever captured, and often remembered in the years that
would follow.

  At the close of the service Gary invited the guests to enjoy
the meal prepared. Throughout the morning hours Eduardo,
Lupe and two of their friends had been heating and setting
out the food they had prepared.  Two eight-foot tables were
laden with food while several coffee tables offered a wide
variety of beverages.

  By 1:00 p.m. the band was in place and Mark and I found
ourselves alone on the dance floor.  We held each other
closely as the others looked on, happy for our good fortune
yet anxious for the formality of the first dance to be
finished so they too could enter into the fun.  Mark and I
danced several times together. Thanks to Jim and his
patient teaching I actually enjoyed myself.

  In the end a great time was had by all.  Gary and Dan
were the last to leave at around 6:30.  Jim and Al told us
that they would arrive early in the morning to clean up the
parking lot and return the tent to the rental company.  Dan
and Karen would have the nursery open by 9:00 and
business would return to normal.

  Mark and I were tired yet full of all the joy one would
expect on a day such as this.  It was still hard to believe that
we were married.  Our lives were forever changed.  We felt
complete, as if our existence as individuals had become
whole, no longer a shadowy suggestion of what could be.



Chapter 28 - In the Direction of Happiness


  By the time we left home the winter sun had already set
and the air was brisk.  There would be frost tonight, I
thought, as we headed north on Interstate 5.  Dan had
moved all the tender annuals into the greenhouse earlier in
the week, before the snowfall, so I knew they would be
safe.  I reached over and took Mark's hand into mine.  He
glanced at me briefly before returning his eyes to the road.
In that moment I could see in his brown eyes a reflection of
the love I was feeling for him.  My heart swelled but I said
nothing.

  We drove, mostly in a contented silence, until we reached
Ojai, a small community in the foothills above the coast
near Ventura.  We had reservations at an expensive yet
little known restaurant in the picturesque village.  Ojai and
the surrounding area always makes me think of early
California, with her many ranchos and haciendas scattered
over vast parcels of oak and chaparral covered land.

  Artists, musicians, hippies, environmentalists and others
who value living in a place of solitude and beauty dwell
here and in the surrounding hills.  In recent years they, and
residents in similar California communities, have managed
to thwart the efforts of large corporations and fast food
restaurants from easily establishing a foothold within their
towns.

  A few years ago McDonalds decided to build in the area.
A loud and very public fight ensued yet in the end, an
amiable resolution was reached.  The food chain managed
to obtain the right to build their establishment but not
without making architectural concessions to the locals.  The
'Golden Arches' were forced to conform to existing
architectural guidelines thus maintaining zoning regulations
designed to keep an attractive yet business friendly
environment.

  Beatrice Wood, the brilliant and controversial artist lived
in Ojai until her death at the age of 105 last year.  Her
ceramic pieces are extraordinary.  Known for her unique
and lustrous glazes her best work is currently on display in
some of the finest museums around the world including the
Smithsonian Metropolitan Museum in New York.  Ms
Wood was as eccentric as she was talented.  A ceramist
whose connection with the early 20th century art scene
earned her the affectionate nickname,  'The Mama of Dada'.
She was also rumored to have had affairs with many well-
known men.  Her artwork, both ceramic and painting,
revels in sensuality.

  Mark had never been to Ojai and I was anxious for him to
see the community.  A childhood haunt of mine, I have
many fond memories of hiking throughout the hills and
catching water snakes along Sespe Creek.  Much to my
mother's horror I'd bring the snakes home and release them
in the small pond I had dug in our backyard.

  Our honeymoon would eventually take us northward
along the Central California coast.   We agreed that we
would do whatever we wanted to do without worrying
about time constraints or money.  If we wanted to purchase
something, we would not allow our normally thrifty
personalities to stop us.  That is precisely why we decided
to make reservations at the restaurant we were about to
enter.  For years I'd read about it in magazines and even
saw it featured on a television program.

  The restaurant is small and will only accommodate a
small number of patrons so reservations are difficult to
obtain.  We were fortunate.  When I called, shortly after we
picked the date for our wedding, they had just received a
cancellation.  Normally our names would have been added
to a waiting list but when I told the manager the nature of
the occasion she reserved the table for us.  I was concerned
that when I showed up with my 'bride' she would think I
had been lying. I told her outright that we were both men.
She had no problem with it.

  Dinner is served family style so all guests are seated at the
same time.  The dining room is quaint with a tasteful
country ambiance.  The atmosphere is very relaxed and
over cocktails many of the guests began speaking with one
another.

  Mark whispered in my ear.  "What should we say if we're
asked personal questions about our relationship?"

  "Let's just tell them the truth.  What's the worst that can
happen?"

  We didn't have long to wait before finding out.  The
couple sitting directly across the table was quite chatty and
soon turned their attention toward us.  Only a few years
younger than us they too were on their honeymoon.

  "Hi there, I'm Billy and I'd like you to meet my lovely
bride Marianne."

  Billy had a distinct southern accent and seemed genuinely
good-natured.  Both Mark and I stood up, extended our
hands in greeting, and introduced ourselves.

  "Where y'all from? Marianne asked with a charming
drawl.

  "Near Los Angeles," Mark answered.

  "We just got married last week and we're sure enjoying
your state," Billy said with enthusiasm.   We've been to the
San Diego Zoo and to Sea World.  Boy o boy, what a thrill
that was.   Los Angeles was a little too big for my tastes but
sure did have fun at Disneyland.  We're headed north to
San Francisco then on to the Redwoods."

  "Where are you from?"  I asked.

  "Oklahoma City, born and raised, the both of us," Billy
said with obvious pride.  What brings you fellars here
tonight?" he asked.

  Well here it comes I said to myself.  This good ol'
southern boy ain't gonna take too kindly to a couple of
California fags joining he and the little woman for dinner.  I
looked at Mark and smiled before answering.

  "Well Billy, I guess we have something in common.  You
see, Mark and I are life partners and we just said our vows
today.  Had a real nice celebration with our family and
friends."

  There was silence for a short moment but soon I noticed
Marianne smiling.

  "You see Billy, I told you so."

  By the satisfied look on her pretty face we knew they'd
probably been discussing our relationship before
introducing themselves.  Obviously Marianne had been
right about something.

  Turning her attention to us she said, "I told Billy you two
boys are a couple.  You look so darn cute together.   Billy
thought you were business partners or something like that."

  "Well," Mark spoke up.  "You're both right.  In addition to
being married, we own a business together."  Mark flashed
them his best and most handsome smile and their faces lit
up.  It's hard to resist Mark when he smiles at you.

  "This calls for a toast," Billy boomed.  "What are you
guys drinking?"

  "I think I'll just have a glass of Merlot."

  "Me too," Mark said.

  "Okay boys, this one's on me."  He called the waiter to our
table.

  "Let's have the best bottle of Merlot you've got and four
glasses.  We're celebrating tonight.  My wife and I were
married last weekend and our two friends here were
married today," he announced to the dignified yet
obviously amused young waiter.

  "Billy," I said.  "Thank you, but let us help with that.  That
wine is surely going to be expensive."

  "Hey, don't you worry about a thing, we got it covered
buddy."

  I realized that once again I was guilty of misjudging
people.  Living for so many years, fearful of my own
identity, I'd become judgmental and defensive about my
sexuality.  On occasion my fears were proven correct but
usually just the opposite would happen.  Billy and
Marianne were delightful and although I doubt they
understand our relationship, they were not at all offended
by it.

  The food was incredible.  There were three choices for the
main entree.  Filet minion wrapped in bacon, pheasant on a
bed of wild mushrooms, and salmon with mornay sauce.
Mark chose the filet and I the salmon.  We were both very
pleased with our selections although we shared our food.
Marianne giggled each time one of us snatched something
off of the other's plate.  When I asked Billy how he was
enjoying the pheasant he quickly sliced off a sizable
portion and placed it on my plate.  It too was delicious.

  We arrived back at our motel room shortly after 10:00
p.m., tired yet very satisfied.  After a quick shower we
crawled into bed together.  Mark pulled me close.  Feeling
the hair on his chest and legs solicited an immediate
reaction from my cock.  He reached down and took it
gently into his hand and began slowly rubbing up and
down.  In no time his hand was lubricated by the large
amount of precum I was leaking.  His mouth met mine and
a long passionate kiss followed.

  "Sweetheart, I want you inside of me," he spoke softly.

  I walked over to our suitcase and found the tube of lube
that we'd packed.  Returning to the bed I found Mark lying
naked, on his back, and smiling at me.  His masculine good
looks were stunning, yet in that position he looked
vulnerable and innocent.  I stood for a moment just looking
at him.

 "What?" he said.

  "Oh nothing, just admiring my handsome partner."

  "What is it honey?  I can see it in your eyes."

  "I guess I'm just a little overwhelmed.  It's been quite a
day."

  "Come over here sweetheart.  Lie down beside me."

  I honestly didn't know what was wrong with me.  I was
happy; incredibly happy, yet I wanted to cry.  I was gripped
by a powerful emotion that was strange to me.  I lay with
the side of my face against his breast.  I could feel his chest
expand and with each intake of his breath, serenity washed
over me.

  Only that moment mattered.  Everything that happened
before, existed only in memory.  The future only an
expectation.  Reality existed only in the present moment
and each moment moved effortlessly into the next, and then
the next, and the next, and I began to understand.

  I could hear the ticking of the cloak that sat on the table
by the bed.  Mark's breathing seemed to be in perfect
harmony with the voice of the clock and I found my
thoughts drifting into an unknown dimension.  And my
understanding grew clearer.

  All that will ever be given to me is the moment at hand.
And that moment is enough.  It is, as the Spanish proverb
says, a moment of happiness or, in other circumstances, a
moment of sorrow.  But for me that moment was one of
unchained wonder and joy.  All the moments that came
before, although complete in themselves, were mere
precursors to the magnitude of the event at hand.  The
moments that lie ahead are but a mystery that I have no
desire to uncover, for in so doing, the moment would be
lost, and I can't imagine a greater sorrow.

  "Are you okay sweetheart?" Mark's soft and sensitive
voice was full of concern.

  "Yes my love.  I'm perfectly okay.  I want to make love to
you now."

  And we did.  More wonderful than anytime before.  When
we were finished, as so often happened, we fell asleep in
each other's arms and together we embraced a new
moment, which, as all those that proceeded it, led us in the
direction of happiness.


The End


Thank you for sticking with me over the last few months.
Your expressions of support and kindness have truly
enriched my life.  I send a heartfelt thanks to David and the
staff at Nifty for providing the Gay community with a great
source of entertainment.  Let's not forget that they need our
ongoing support.

Every now and then I hear the rumblings of a couple of
short stories and a possible sequel to Mark and Steven's
tale.  In the event I write and post those stories, I'll be
happy to notify you when they are available.  Please send
me your e-mail address if I don't already have it.

Its' been fun.  My very best wishes to each of you.

Mark Stevens