Date: Sun, 21 Dec 2008 20:13:14 +0000
From: HANKSTER1430@bellsouth.net
Subject: Love is Where You Find It Chapt.13

Love Is Where You Find It
Chapter Thirteen

If Russell thought he would feel uncomfortable at dinner, like a stranger
perhaps, he was sadly mistaken.  It was obvious that the people at the
table had forged themselves into a close knit gay family.  What was most
wonderful, they seemed to be welcoming him to join them.  He could almost
hear the thoughts of the older couple, "Join us.  We have more than enough
love to go around."

Much to his surprise and delight, he felt like he did indeed belong to this
group of terrific guys.  The happiness he felt cannot be described.  All
evening long, he had to keep himself from crying with joy.  The only thing
missing for him was a partner.  The others were all here with their life
partners, and it was obvious how much they loved each other.  Somehow, he
was convinced that now, as his life was turning around, he would find
someone and soon.  Poor Russ, he was completely oblivious to the drooling
waiters all over the restaurant.  Anyone of them would gladly have gone
home with him.

As they all stood up to go home, nobody was shy about kissing one another
on the lips and hugging each other like bears.  Russ was absolutely
included in the farewell ritual.  Brad gave Russ last minute instructions
to our home.  He went to his car and we all went to Larry's.  Jamie and Jim
elected to stay behind for an after dinner drink at the bar.

Sunday morning found Brad acting like a frisky kitten.  "What's up with
you?" I demanded to know.

"Nothing, nothing at all is up.  I just know for a fact that Clint and Russ
are going to hit it off big time."

"Well, I'd calm down, if I were you," I told Brad.  "I don't want you to be
disappointed if it doesn't happen."

"Oh, it will, I know it.  You'll see!"


We showered separately.  While Brad was in the bathroom performing his
morning ritual, I was setting the breakfast table for three.  I set up the
coffee and took out some frozen bagels from the freezer.  They would be
defrosted by the time Russ got here.

"Your turn," I heard Brad yell at me.  I went upstairs.  Brad was still
drying himself.  Naked or fully dressed, every time I saw Brad, my cock
would start to stiffen.  Brad started to laugh.

"Not now, stud.  We have a guest coming for breakfast."  He kissed me and
pointed toward the bathroom.

When we sat down to breakfast, Brad said to Russ, "All we're having is
coffee and a bagel.  You can fill that magnificent body of yours at brunch
after church.  This is just to hold us over."

"That's not a problem.  It's enough just being here with you guys."

Just then there was a knock on the back door which led into the kitchen and
there stood Betty and Jeanne, Ken and Fred."

"I just spoke to Larry," Ken said and he told us about your friend Russ
here so we just stopped by to meet him before heading on to church, and to
wish him good luck at the new job."

As Russ was introduced to our neighbors, he held out his hand, but each of
them planted a kiss on his cheek.  It was hard to read the emotions on his
face.  I could see he was surprised, pleased, touched, overwhelmed and
about to cry.  In twenty-four hours he had gone from knowing nobody in town
to meeting a whole slew of new friends.  And hadn't Brad promised him that
he would meet many others in church that morning?

Chuck drove, and Brad, Russ and I squeezed into the back seat.  "Is
something special going on at the church today?" Chuck asked as he drove to
the far end of the church parking lot without finding a single parking
space.  Finally he left the lot and we found street parking about two
blocks away.

We found our neighbors waiting outside the church with dozens of others.
"What's going on?" Fred asked.  We were lucky enough to get the last
parking spot."

"Didn't you know?" a stranger asked.  "Reverend Haynes is performing a
commitment ceremony today."

"Wow!" we all uttered.

We rushed into the church to find seats.  Russ, Brad and I squeezed into a
space which should have been for two.  I lost sight of our dads and
neighbors in the scramble to find a place.  Brad and I watched Russ
carefully as Clint came to the altar.  He looked particularly handsome this
morning.  He was wearing white robes especially for the occasion.

"Isn't he hot?" Brad leaned over and asked Russ.

"Hot is an understatement," Russ answered.  "In my book, he sizzles."

Brad was reading the church bulletin with today's service.  When he got to
the names of the two men who were committing, he gave a low whistle.  "I
know these guys," he said more to Russ than to me.  "They're clients.  I
wonder if Jamie and Jim are here."  He looked around, but the church was
just too crowded to spot anyone.

After the service and after the commitment ceremony, the congregation was
invited to the social hall.  The celebrants had provided all the food, and
when I saw the spread, I knew that brunch was out that day.  Brad took us
over to meet the clients who had committed and Jamie and Jim appeared out
of nowhere.

"It's nice to see you two atheists here today," Brad said.

"I wouldn't have missed it for the world," Jim answered.

Brad hardly heard him.  He was concentrating on looking for Clint so he
could introduce him to Russ.  It was not until the crowd began to thin that
we spotted Clint talking to a group of young men who were gushing all over
him.

"Let's go rescue him," I said to Brad.  As the three of us approached
Clint, and when he saw us, he excused himself from the group and walked
toward us.  He kissed us both and whispered, "Thanks.  Those queens were
making me sick with all their false praise.  And who is this Adonis you
have with you?"

"This handsome man, but not as handsome as you, is Russ Wilson. Starting
tomorrow morning, he'll be working with me."

"Lucky you!" Clint said and he reached out to shake Russ's hand.  When
their hands met, I knew Brad had been absolutely correct.  The sparks were
flying.  The air around us got ten degrees hotter.  Something was
definitely happening here.  Cupid, AKA Brad, had shot his arrows into the
right hearts.

"Clint," Brad said.  "Russ is hanging out with us this afternoon.  "Why
don't you come on over.  We'll whip up one of our dads' style quickie
barbeques for dinner."

Without diverting his eyes from Russ, Clint said.  "I'll be there with
bells on.  Can I bring something?"

"Maybe a couple of six packs of Bud Light."

On the way out of the church, we ran into the firm of Pickler and Underwood
and invited them also.  To complete the party, we saw our neighbors heading
for their car, and so we invited them also.  When we finally caught up to
our dads, we told them what was happening that afternoon and asked them to
stop at a supermarket.  We bought hamburger meat, hot dogs, hamburger and
hot dog rolls, baked beans, potato salad, cole slaw, pickles, relish,
potato chips, and plenty of soda.  Brad's little match making efforts were
costing us a pretty penny, but we were so happy to do it.

As Brad was getting the fire going in the barbeque, our dads brought over
the plastic plates, plastic flatware, and oversized napkins.  We had one
big picnic table in the back yard, and Ken and Fred carried theirs over
with the benches.  We had let every couple there know that we were hoping
that Clint and Russ would hit it off, and told them to try not to butt in
if they saw them together.  We needn't have worried.  Russ and Clint wanted
nothing more than to be alone together.  They were huddled together most of
the afternoon.  A few times I noticed Clint put his hand on Russ and vice
versa.  I said something to Brad, but he had seen it also.

They were the first to leave and as their cars drove off, I could tell that
Russ was following Clint.  Hallelujah and amen!

Russ needed no training on the job. He was an old warhorse, but Brad went
with him each time he started at a new client, just to introduce him.  Most
of the client's were gay, and after one look at Mr. Gay America, Brad
didn't have to hang around for long, but since they came in one car, he was
forced to.

Russ confided to Brad that he and Clint were spending a lot of time
together and had dinner out once, but they had not yet had sex.  They
wanted to make sure it was the right thing for them.

"Clint told me about John or Carl or whoever, and I don't think he's over
him yet," Russ said.  "That's why I don't want to push sex until he's sure
of me."

"Very wise," Brad agreed.  "Aaron had a difficult time getting Devil Carl
out of his system, and it negatively impacted on our relationship.
Sometimes I think Carl could still talk Aaron into trusting him and helping
him out.  You're doing the right thing to wait for Clint to exorcise the
demon."

"We have a date Friday night," Russ said.  "Dinner and a movie.  I'm really
hoping he makes a move on me.  I am so ready."

Having dealt with the effect Carl has on people, all Brad could mutter was,
"Good luck!"

Friday night rolled around and Clint was busy getting ready for his date
with Russ.  He knew that if he wanted to, they could have sex, no, make
love, tonight.  Still when he looked at Russ's beautiful face, he could
sometimes see John smiling at him.  "I'm still in love with that no good
SOB, and so is Aaron," he thought.  "What's wrong with us?  He must have
drugged us with a lifetime lasting love potion.  I should hate him, not
love him.  Shit! Shit! Shit!"

In that moment, when he realized how John was ruining his life, he vowed to
purge him from his life.  He knew my history with Carl, and so he knew that
it was easier said than done, but he vowed to be stronger than I was.  He
also knew that he had fallen in love with Russ and he wasn't going to let
anything ruin the purity of that love.

Clint parked his car in front of Russ's apartment.  They had agreed that
when he got there, he would honk his horn, and Russ would come out.
Instead he got out of the car and knocked on Russ's door.  As soon as Russ
opened the door, he rushed in and Russ closed the door behind him.  Clint
embraced Russ, and looking in his eyes, he said, "I love you Russ, I want
you.  I need you.  Do you feel anything for me?"

"Oh God! How can you ask me that question?  Of course I feel the same way,
but I had to wait for you to get rid of your emotional baggage.  Can you
tell me that you have?"

"Yes, I have. I swear before God.  I'm rid of John.  Please, Russ, kiss
me."

The two lovers skipped both dinner and the movie that night, settling for
coffee after the love making.  They stripped quickly and examined
themselves.  They were both hard and Russ had a bead of precum already
shining on his cut cock head. Clint was pleased to see that Russ was a
little bit on the large size but nowhere near the massive size of John's
cock.  John had often complained that he wished Clint's cock was bigger.
Russ found nothing small about Clint.  He was erect and at least six
inches, maybe a bit more.  He was uncircumcised.  "He's just the right size
for my ass or my mouth," Russ thought.

They both liked what they saw and embraced, rubbing their cocks together.
Russ started to giggle.  "I never slept with my pastor before."

"I hope your pastor won't disappoint you," Clint said.

"There's nothing you could do to disappoint me," Clint declared with
certainty in his voice.

They coupled three times each that night, making up for lost time, and in
Russ's case, making up for bad sex.  After each orgasm, achieved by oral
sex, they held each other in a vice, reluctant to let go, wanting to meld
together.  They agreed to wait for another time before having anal sex.
Neither had protection or lubrication with them.

"I've never been happier in my life," Russ said.

"Nor I," Clint echoed.  "Your cum is the sweetest I have ever tasted.  I'll
never get enough of it."

"Just keep making love to me like you just did, and you'll get plenty of
it.  I promise," Russ assured him.

Clint stayed the night and they fell asleep fondling each other's cocks and
balls.  The first thing Russ said to Clint when he woke up in the morning
was, "I love you Clinton Haynes.  You're stuck with me and I'm stuck with
you, and I like it that way."

"So do I!  I've got to say one thing though."

"Uh oh! Should I worry?"

"No it's nothing like that.  It's just that when John became my partner, I
announced it from the pulpit, and ended up making a complete ass of myself.
This time, I won't make any announcements, but I'll be proud to tell
everyone I know."

"That's good enough for me," Russ said.  "I know who we should inform
first."

"Brad and Aaron. Right?  Let's call them, and then I have to leave.  There
is a lot to do before tomorrow's service.  I want to make some changes to
my sermon."

The phone rang while Brad and I were still half asleep, but I grabbed it
and very sleepily said, "Hello."

"Hi Aaron.  It's me. Russ.  I've got something to tell you.  I'm crazy in
love with Clint and he loves me right back.  We made love, lots of love,
last night and we have decided that we want to be together forever.  What
do you think of that?"

"What took you guys so long?" I said jokingly.  I didn't expect to hear the
serious answer I got back.

"John, or in your case, Carl.  He's what took us so long.  I think you are
familiar with the problem."

"Yes," I answered more soberly.  "I kicked the habit and I take it Clint
has also."

"I can only hope that it stays that way for both of you."

I was afraid to answer that last remark.  All I could say to end the
conversation was, "I'll see you in church."

I turned to look at Brad.  He was snoring lightly and he looked so
vulnerable and so cute.  I wrapped myself around him and started kissing
him until he woke up.

"I've got some heavy news for you," I said.

"Is it good or bad news?"

"Good news for now, but only time will tell.  Russ and Clint finally made
love last night and have committed to each other."

Brad sat up, made a fist, pumped his arm, and shouted, "Yes.  I knew they
were right for each other."

"What do you think will happen to their relationship when Carl gets out of
prison in a couple of years?" I wondered out loud.

"Nothing, they'll weather it, just like we did, just like we will" Brad
answered my rhetorical question.

"I hope we can both get by it," I pessimistically commented on the
probability of Carl showing up yet again.

"If he ever tries to contact you or Clint again," Carl said with his teeth
clenched, "I'll kill him."



To be continued.......