Date: Mon, 6 Oct 2014 11:56:27 -0400
From: Bill Hudley <billhudley@live.com>
Subject: My Brother-In-Law's Brother

MY BROTHER-IN-LAWS BROTHER

Written by: Bill Hudley

Finally, it is time for my sister's wedding.  Our little family has spent
the last six months working for and waiting on this event.  Don't get me
wrong, there's no sour grapes here from me.  I love my Sister and I'm happy
for her and Brian, her husband to be, they are truly in love, so much so
that I'm jealous and fear I'll never find the person I long for.  Just hang
around Ariel and Brian for 15 minutes and it's very plain that these two
are meant for each other.

I'll be walking Ariel down the aisle to give her away, our Dad was killed
in Action in Iraq in the last six months of Operation Desert Storm, in
1998, he died on his birthday, he was only 26 years old, the same ages as I
am now.  I was 10 and Ariel was 11 when our Dad died..  There's only the
three of us now, Mom, Ariel and me.  I worry about Mom being alone for the
first time, but I live two states away from our childhood home in Florida.
Mom worked two jobs once we were in High School to pay for the things that
two teenagers thought they had to have to survive the peer pressure of
their classmates.  Ariel and I pitched in too, once we were 16, by getting
part time jobs and helping Mom so that she could cut back to just one job.

Ariel and I have tried to get Mom to date or at least go out with her
friends and enjoy life.  So far our efforts have been in vain.  When we
were little on the first Sunday of each month we would make our trip to the
Cemetery where our Dad was laid to rest.  I can close my eyes and see his
headstone.


Jacob Alexander Westlake, Sr.  July 4, 1972 - July 4 1998
Husband - Father - Soldier - Friend


"My presence will go with you and I will give you rest."

I moved away two years after High School when the company I was working for
offered me a better paying position in South Carolina.  I took the job
because I could work there and go to school to get my college degree.  I
graduated last September with a Bachelor's Degree in Chemistry.  I'm
currently working on Master of Science Degree.  My Employer, has been
great, they pay me for good grades and pay my tuition as long as I maintain
a 3.0 GPA.  I was promoted and given a salary increase after earning my
Degree.  I'm working on my Graduate Degree now and once I've earned a
Masters in Chemistry I'll be invited to join the companies management
training program.

Back to the matter at hand, Ariel's wedding.  My wedding gift for her was
to buy her the wedding dress she wanted but knew she couldn't have. Brian
had offered to pay for everything by Mom wouldn't hear of it.  She and I
had saved money for Ariel's wedding since I left home.  Our little family
church never looked so pretty, filled with yellow candles and Daisies with
yellow Tulle ribbons, all Ariel's favorites.  Every window, pew and the
altar were all adorned with Daisies and yellow Tulle ribbons and candles,
there couldn't be a Daisy left in the entire state of Florida.  I've never
seen so many flowers and ribbons ever.

My job was the logistics, Hotel rooms, party rooms, transportation, food
and drink.  I did just fine until the night of the wedding rehearsal; all
of Brian's family, the Brownings', live in California except Brian himself.
He and Ariel will be living in Gainesville, Florida where Brian is a
Professor of Biology.  Brian's best man will be his Father, he will meet
them at the airport in the hotel limo this afternoon and get them settled
in to the hotel a few hours before time for rehearsal dinner which will be
in one of the private dining rooms of our local Hilton Hotel.

I was at the hotel making sure everything was going as planned for our
dinner later after the rehearsal run-through at the church, when Brian
called out to me to come and meet his folks who were just arriving at the
hotel.  I was meeting Brian's family for the first time, shaking hands with
his Father, Mother and sister Amanda.  When I took his brother's hand a
static electricity charge zapped us just as our hands were about to touch,
we both recoiled from the mild shock, and we were wide eyed and laughing.
Then I looked up into the most startling blue eyes I've ever seen.  Blue as
Sapphires and I felt as if they pierced through me to bare my soul.  I felt
that `punch in the gut' feeling looking at Christian's face.  He smiled at
me and asked if I was okay.  I know I stood there looking like the village
idiot with my mouth agape, staring at the most handsome man I could
imagine.  He spoke again...

"Is everything alright, you're not injured are you."

Snapping back to reality, I stuttered and stammered, cementing his
impression that I was in fact, the village idiot, I was certain.

"No...no...I'm fine, just surprised at that bit of a shock.  I'm Justin
Westlake, Ariel's brother. Welcome to Florida, our family is so very glad
that you've flown across the country to be here for this happy occasion.
If there is anything you need or want, please just ask for me, I'm here to
make certain that you enjoy your stay and have a wonderful time."

Christian was still smiling and still holding my hand after I had finished
talking.  I saw him look down to our hands, blush a bit, then he released
our grip with an extra little bit of pressure exerted just as he let go.
That little extra squeeze of my hand went straight to my crotch where I
felt a surge of expansion.  Horrified that I would get a stiffy if front of
Brian's family, I excused myself and went to the Hotel desk and collected
the Browning's room keys.  I took just a few deep breaths to collect myself
and regain my composure.  I had not expected Brian's brother to be so
devastatingly handsome and charming.

Brian led his family to a private reception room off the lounge area where
Ariel and Mom greeted them.  We we had arranged the reception room with
drinks and light Hors d'oeuvres and of course yellow candles, Daisies and
Yellow Tulle were everywhere here too.  Brian made all the introductions
while I excused myself once again to check with the restaurant's Maitre d
to be sure that everything was on track for tonight's dinner after we
returned from the rehearsal.

The Hotel was to provide Limos for the wedding party to the Church for the
rehearsal and the return to the hotel for the dinner.  The rehearsal went
well with lots of laughter and fun as the two families began to be familiar
with each other.  I was very aware of Christian, Brian's younger brother.
He's tall, slim, a full shock of surfer blonde hair, a California tan
naturally, and a face that could make the Angels weep.  Looking at him
literally took my breath away, I hyperventilated as he walked away after
our first meeting.  All evening I found myself checking to see where he was
in the room.  The Head Waiter announced that dinner would be served once
everyone is seated and the movement toward the dining room began.

Place cards were on the table, to my delight I found myself seated across
the table from Christian only one seat away from being face to face, when I
took my seat at the table.  He smiled as I sat down and gave me the
slightest little nod of his head.  I smiled back and watched as he batted
his long eyelashes a couple of times and his skin tinged pink with a slight
blush rising above his collar.  With everyone in their place I stood and at
my Mom's request, I said Grace, asking for God's blessings for my Sister,
her husband to be, and their marriage.

When I finished and sat down, six Tuxedo clad, white gloved servers with
their trays held high, marched in from the kitchen to serve our meal.  I
smiled as I saw the Brian's parents look to one another in surprise and
then a nod and a look of approval to Brian.  His parents were impressed.

Ariel had told me about the Brownings', after Brian had taken her there to
meet his family when they announced their engagement.  She raved about
their elegant home, they have a household staff including maids and a full
time cook.  Not wanting the Brownings' to think us Southern rubes, I called
on some of my gay friends in town to inquire which hotel and staff could
give us the biggest show for the money we had to spend.  The day of the
rehearsal dinner I was shocked when I met up with the Maitre `d, the last
time I had seen him was at a club in Charleston' he had been dressed in
leather chaps and harness, and with two very recently reddened butt cheeks.

I watched with pleasure as the servers delivered impeccable service, two of
the servers were friends...uh, well not exactly friends but we had shared a
bed and night together a while back (separately, of course).  One of them
winked at me across the table as he sat Christian's plate before him.

Each time I looked up, Christian's sapphire blue eyes were watching me.  I
managed to tilt my head downward enough that I could raise my eyes and look
at him secretly for a few moments without him realizing that I was looking
at him.  Before we finished our meal, I was fairly certain that Christian
is gay.  How much of that is my gaydar and how much is my wishful thinking
is the part I'm not certain of.  Regardless of my being right or wrong, we
live 3,000 miles apart, him on the west coast, me on the east so I tried to
burn his image into my memory, it is very likely that these two days at the
wedding would be the only time we ever see each other.

After dinner the hotel staff opened a partition and the wedding party
gravitated to the adjacent room where a small group of musicians were
assembled.  The hotel staff then closed the partition and emptied the
dining room.  Again at my Mom's request, the band would play a few pieces
of `Grown folks Music' first and then a few popular with the younger crowd.
For their first dance, Brian and Ariel danced to Glenn Miller's Moonlight
Serenade.  It was the song My Dad and Mom first danced to at their wedding.
Mom and I were both blubbering before it was over.

For the second dance Christian went to my Mom and got her out on the dance
floor, winning him big points from me.  I danced first with the mother of
the groom, Brian's sister Amanda, my Mom and lastly my sister Ariel, the
bride.

I got a fresh drink from the bar and walked out to the patio garden alone.
I needed the air, my dance with Ariel became very emotional for both of us,
we are closer than most siblings, losing our Dad so young had much to do
with that.  I knew that his spirit would be going down the aisle with us
tomorrow.  Thinking about him got me very emotional and I sought out a
corner of the patio garden out of sight to those still dancing.  I was
sitting on a bench, my head leaned back against a wall.  My eyes were
closed but tears were streaming down my face.  I felt a piece of cloth
against my hand. Opening my eyes I saw a handkerchief on my hand and
Christian standing in front of me looking very concerned.

"Justin...is there anything I can do to help."

"Thank you, but no, I was just thinking about our Dad and how proud he
would be of his little girl. Ariel was 11 and I was 10 when he died in the
Gulf War in Iraq.  We've kept his memory close all our lives and in turn,
he has kept Ariel and I close too."

Christian sat beside me, still with a furrowed brow and concern showing in
his face.

"I can only imagine the pain his loss has caused the three of you, I
noticed that your Mom still wears her wedding rings.  You have to believe
that he will be with all of us tomorrow."  Christian said softly.

"I know, he'll be there walking her down that aisle with me, I know that."

"I envy your closeness with you sister, I've not had that with Amanda.  I
suppose that I'm the black sheep of the family, Brian has always been the
favored child but oddly, he's also been the only one of my family that
shows any care or concern for me.  To my parents and sister I'm the family
shame, the oddball son and brother.  With Brian it made no difference to
him at all.  He always took my side and resented our parents for the ways
they neglected me.  He was my protector all through my High School years.
I've struggled for years with feelings of resentment and not being a
welcomed part of my own family.  You're very lucky Justin, to have the love
and support of your family.

Even though we are in the same city, I seldom hear from my parents.  I get
a birthday card with a check and a Christmas Card with a check and that's
it unless someone dies or becomes ill, or gets married.  I'm certain that
I'm here at this wedding at Brian's insistence, although I am invited to
family events, where it would be an embarrassment to my parents to explain
my absence.  I never cash their checks, they're all pinned to the bulletin
board in my kitchen.  I'm never asked to come home for a visit.  Luckily
for me, I do have a few good friends, they keep me sane.  Maybe someday
it'll be my turn and I'll meet my soul mate and life partner"

BINGO!  Christian said the magic words `life partner,' he is gay!  I felt a
rush of exhilaration for some reason, maybe it's just knowing I've a
kindred spirit here.  At any rate, I'm glad to know he is gay.  It would be
a shame if such a beautiful man were straight.  Christian is the most
delicious eye candy I've ever seen.

"I keep looking for that miracle too, Christian."

"I was hoping that was the case, Justin."

"We had better go back in Christian, but thank you for checking up on me,
and for bringing me out of my little `pity party'.  I hope we have the
chance to talk more before you fly home to California.  Oh by the way, I
live on the Coast also, I'm in Georgetown, SC. between Charleston and
Pawley's Island."

On our way back to the party, Christian put an arm around my shoulder and
pulled us together a bit, sort of a man hug while walking.  I suppose.  I
felt close to him and thought we could become friends, computer friends
anyway with 3,000 miles between us.  The party lasted well into the wee
hours, the families were gone and the Bride and Groom and their friends
were left to party on.

I woke early the next morning oddly calm, everything had been done, all
that was left was walking Ariel down the aisle to her soon to be husband.
The service will take place at 2:00 pm.  There isn't much for me to do
today, the Church is decorated with yellow Tulle Bows and what seems to be
every yellow and white Daisy in the State of Florida, all here in our
little home town church.  I did reconfirm the Limos, One for Ariel and Mom,
One for Brian's Family and Brian and I drove to the Church in my Mini
convertible.

The wedding party, families and out of town guests stayed at the hotel last
night and I was up and about before sunrise, I find it hard to sleep
soundly when I'm away from my bed and home.  I made horrible coffee in that
dinky little 2 cup pot in the hotel room, showered and put on my running
clothes and I set out for the beach to do my daily run.  I ran a mile down
the beach, turned and ran a mile past our hotel.  I did this four times to
get in my eight miles a day.  I was walking about on the beach behind our
hotel, doing my cool-down, when I heard someone call my name.  I looked up
the beach to my left and Christian Browning was jogging to a halt near me.
I saw now that Christian has the body of a track and field athlete, he's
thin and lean, with wiry muscles showing in his outrageous white running
shorts with side vents split to barely two inches from the waistband and a
Stanford University tee shirt, with each step he took the one could see his
white jockstrap caressing his hard, round butt cheek.  Delicious eye candy
indeed!

"Good Morning, what a fine day to get married."  Christian said laughing.

Once I recovered from seeing him so close to being naked, I finally managed
to string a few coherent sentences together.

"I look forward to the ceremony, but honestly, I'll be so glad when it is
over.  This wedding has enslaved our family for months on end.  Today it is
over."  I said.

"How far is your home from, here Justin, I don't recall ever hearing of
Georgetown, South Carolina."

"Georgetown is the third oldest city in South Carolina and it's about 400
miles, about six hours driving.  It's only 61 miles north of Charleston.
The city is small with only about 10,000 residents and it sits on the coast
protected a bit by a barrier island.  The City is more than 275 years old
and the historic district is the big tourist attraction, with beautiful
homes more than 200 years old. Spanish moss hangs in the trees, It is a
lovely little town."

"Oh well, it's too far to go today, I was hoping to get to see you in your
element, where you live. This is my first time to the East Coast, I wish I
had more time to visit here, there's a lot I'd love to see.  Of course I'd
need a guide to make sure I saw the right places and didn't get lost."

I turned to look at him and saw his smile, I figured that he was either
just joking around or he wanted an invitation to stay a while.  What the
hell, I thought, take a chance.

"I spent the first 20 years of my life in Ocala Florida, I'll be happy to
be your East Coast tour guide any time you like Christian.  There is lots
of South Carolina I haven't seen as yet too.  Stay over for a few days with
me and I'll show you the sights"

When he looked my way, I smiled and wiggled my eyebrows a bit, which made
him laugh out loud.

"Be careful there Justin, the more I'm around you the more tempting your
tour idea sounds.  Right now I'll settle for your telling me what you
do...uh, your occupation I mean."

"You'll be bored, I'm a Chemical Engineer.  My company produces a variety
of Chemical products sold and used around the world.  At present, I'm
second in command in the quality control department.  I'm also working on
my Master's Degree and hope to have it completed in about 18 months.  What
do you do Christian?"

"I'm a student at present, I graduated from the Academy of Art in San
Francisco and I'm working on my Master's Degree too, studying Architecture.
I've 2 years yet before I get my Master's requirements completed.  However,
this is our Semester break and I could stay over a few days if you are
truly serious in your offer."

I was stunned, having Christian visit with me was only a pipe dream moments
ago and now it could really happen.

"YES!  Please stay, our coast isn't as lovely as yours, the Atlantic can't
rival the Blue of the Pacific, but our culture and heritage are second to
none.  Are you serious about staying over?"

"I am now, the way you said yes lets me know that we could have a good time
together, no matter what we're doing."

Christian wiggled his eyebrows at me this time and I blushed.

In the lobby we separated, him to his room and me to mine.  In my room I
did a little happy dance, excited beyond reason that Christian might be
interested in me.  I wondered if he felt that same `hit in the gut' feeling
I felt when we first met.

I stopped dancing and was taking off my running shorts when the phone rang,
it was Christian.  My heart rate amped up just hearing his voice on the
phone.  I stood there, phone in hand, running shorts around my ankles,
wearing only a drying, sweat soaked tank top and a hard cock pointed to the
ceiling.  Just hearing him on the phone boned me up.

"I just wanted to say thanks and that I look forward to a week or more with
you as my tour guide; or to give you the chance to back out if you want.
I'll tell my parents that I won't be flying back with them, I tell them I'm
going to explore this part of our country since I haven't been here before.
I think they will be relieved that I won't be with them."

"Yes I want you to stay.  I can't begin to tell you how much I will like
showing you my little part of the world.  Stay Christian, stay with me."

"Music to my ears, Justin.  Wonderful.  So... I'm sure you'll be really
busy for the next few hours, we'll meet up again at the reception.  Ta
Justin."

WOOHOO!  I did my happy dance again!  I caught a glimpse of myself in the
mirror.  I had danced free of my running shorts and had on only the tank
top and my hard cock bouncing about as I danced.  I stopped then stood in
front of the mirror.  I took stock of my image. I'm soon to be twenty
seven, I'm just a couple of inches shy of being six feet tall, my body is
in good shape, I run daily and go to the gym when I'm horny.  (I get images
to take home for my jack off sessions there.  When necessary, I drive to
Charleston to find sexual release) I'm not ugly but beside Christian
Browning I feel painfully plain, yet despite those negatives, he still
wants to spend time with me!

Looking at my phone for the time, I knew I had to get ready for the main
event.  I hopped into the shower and actually whistled while I bathed.  In
twenty minutes I was in the elevator going to the lobby when it stopped on
the 12th floor, the door opened and there stood Christian, looking like a
GQ model in a navy Armani suit and a red, green, yellow and purple striped
tie.  I put my hands on the handrail to steady myself.  This man is an
absolute knockout, looks wise.  I felt as if I were melting when he smiled
at me.

"Perfect...my wish come true, the one person in the entire state that I
wanted to see when the elevator opened, and here you are" Christian said as
he entered the elevator.

"How do I look?" Christian asked.

"As if you'd stepped off the pages of Gentlemen's Quarterly!  You're quite
perfect, you know." I said smiling at him.

"Hmm, exactly what I was thinking of you.  Perfect!  You look good enough
to be the groom, Justin."

"As do you." I said.

It took a moment for each of us to process what had just transpired, there
seemed to be a lot left unsaid with that exchange between us.  When the
door opened he turned and extended his arm in an `after you' gesture,
letting me exit first.

"After you, handsome."  He said, making me smile from ear to ear.

Jeez!  he thinks I'm handsome!  That alone was enough to distract me the
rest of the day.  The remainder of the afternoon will be a whirlwind of
activity.  It seems that I had hardly sat down beside Mom when I heard the
minister say `Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you Mr. and Mrs. Brian
Browning.'  Mom looked up to the ceiling and smiled, I saw her lips move
silently, I knew she was talking to our Dad, she gave the slightest nod of
her head, took my arm then looked up to me and said...

`We did it Justin, I don't think it could have been any lovelier.'

Both families remained for pictures which started even before the Church
was emptied.  Pictures were made with every conceivable combination of
Bride, Groom and family members, friends and several with all the bride and
Grooms attendants.  After the photography session Mom went with Ariel to
her dressing room and the remaining family and guests made their way to the
hotel for the reception.  The guests all applauded when Ariel and Brian
made their entrance and I finally relaxed, my job was done.  I headed
straight to the bar for a good stiff drink.

Knowing there was nothing left that I had to do, I tossed down a Gin on the
rocks and ordered a second which I wisely nursed for the remainder of the
afternoon.  The music was much the same as what we danced to last night, a
good mix of old standards and the newer stuff that appealed to the younger
generation.  Wait...that's supposed to be my age group but I much prefer
the big bands from the 1940's the Dorsey Brothers, Benny Goodman and my
favorite, Glenn Miller.  Our sweet Grandmother Westlake played that music
every day; she taught me to dance when I was eight years old, we danced
every time I went to visit with her, even if I was only staying a few
hours, she insisted that we dance.

I turned my back to the bar and leaned against it a bit, then I closed my
eyes and swayed to the sweet musical sounds of the past.  I remembered
dancing with Gran to this song, oh how she would have loved Ariel's wedding
and this party after.  I was lost to the music, thinking of her, enjoying
every note when I heard Christian's voice at my ear.

"I would love to dance with you to this song."  He said.  "I don't mean
now...just later when we're not around family."

Christian is a few inches taller than me, I figure we should spoon up just
about perfectly on the sofa watching TV or sleeping in bed.  I looked up
into his mesmerizing blue eyes and I wanted so badly to kiss him.  I just
smiled and told him...

"We will...Christian...we'll dance to Moonlight Serenade before you go back
to California."

He stood close, our shoulders touching and his hand on the bar rail behind
me, I leaned against his arm behind me and he moved his thumb and
forefinger touching and rubbing at my side.  It wasn't obvious, only the
barman behind us could see Christian's fingers move, touching me, but it
was an unexpected intimacy that made me like him even more.

I told him that I was sorry, I'd really like to stand here with you but I
must do my duty and dance with his Mom, My Mom, his sister and the bride,
my sister.  Christian agreed saying he must do the same and that perhaps we
could share a drink or late night snack after the party is over...or when
we can finally sneak away unobserved.

Jeez...I am hopeless!  I've only known the man for less than 48 hours and
I'm already hooked on him.  I want to run off and disappear for a week or
two with Christian, but by the time that he had to leave for his home, I'd
be in much worse shape than I am now.

At 11:30 pm the Bride and Groom said their goodnights and retired to the
Honeymoon Suite on the top floor.  Holding my arm at the elbow Christian
led me out to the parking lot and asked where my car was parked.  It was
nearby and he asked for my keys and we started driving, he found an all
night diner and we pulled in for hot coffee and breakfast.  I had forgotten
that the rehearsal dinner was the last meal I had eaten.  Christian and I
both ordered fried eggs over medium, bacon, toast and grits.  When I saw
the grits on his plate my eyebrows went up. "Grits? For you?"

I've heard about them most of my life, mostly in a derogatory fashion, but
I want to try them just so I can comment on them when the subject comes up
back in the land of fruits and nuts."

To the surprise of both of us, Christian liked Grits!  I razzed him about
it, calling him a closet Southerner.  He laughed and then looked at me, his
smile fading away to a serious look.

"Being with you makes me wish I were a Southerner, out or closeted.  I
really like you Justin Westlake and I'm glad that my brother has married
your sister.  Maybe we can have joint family reunions in Chicago or any
city near halfway for each family."

"I'm glad Ariel and Brian are married too but I'm much more interested in
my Brother-In-Law's Brother, to tell the truth Christian.  Interested to
the point of near total distraction I fear."

"Justin, I told my parents that I'd be staying here on the East Coast for a
few days, my Mom did ask where and I told her I wasn't sure as yet, I will
play it by ear and explore this part of our country; I need to see what has
been and what can yet be, Architecturally speaking.  That part isn't a ruse
either, I want to see the historic along with the new while I'm here."

We finished our food and had a coffee refill to let us keep talking.
Finally, a bit after midnight we drove back to the hotel.  We were still in
our wedding attire, but the ties and jackets were off. Christian in an open
necked white shirt, with sleeves roll up to mid forearm, was sexual beyond
belief.  Back at the Hilton He walked us past the elevators and past the
pool and onto the boardwalk that led through the dunes to a huge man made
lake.  About halfway along the boardwalk he stopped, leaned against the
handrail and pulled me into a kiss.  I opened my mouth and my arms went
around his neck.  Fireworks played on the inside of my closed eyelids as
Christian's kiss made me weak.  I don't know how long we kissed, I do
remember feeling his body tremble while we were locked in that kiss, and I
remember us parting and our foreheads leaned against each other.

"Mmm...better than I had hoped.  Your a fantastic kisser Justin, and
kissing is just about my most favorite thing to do."

"I...uh...me too...the kissing...uh...more...kiss me please."  I barely
managed to mumble.

This time Christian was more forceful, his tongue probed deep and mine
fought back probing deep into his throat.  In mid kiss, his hands at my
waist pulled me hard against him.  I felt his manhood against my groin,
hard and throbbing.  My own cock was trapped in the black jockstrap I wore
because I knew looking at Christian or just being near him would make me
hard at some point during the night.  Good Grief!  I can't get enough of
his mouth, his lips, that face, his sapphire eyes.

We heard laughter and then footsteps on the boardwalk, someone was coming
our way.  We headed back to the hotel, passing a young couple who were
there to do just what we had done.  Before we entered the hotel Christian
stopped and before he could ask the question I took his hand, yes your room
or my room, it doesn't matter as long as we are together tonight.

`Does your room adjoin your family?" Christian asked.

"No, I have two really, one here to change and rest during the day but for
sleeping I have a room in the Hotel across the street."

He chuckled then said...

"You planned on getting lucky, huh?"

"I had eight years in Boy Scouts and Eagle Scouts.  I am always prepared,
but really, I only wanted to get away where I could sleep as best I could.
When I'm away from my home, I seldom sleep well. Plus the hotel manager
calls me about 15 times a day, less than half his calls are about the
wedding.  He's kinda crushing on me, so I took a room across the street.  I
didn't want an uninvited guest popping in on me.  Now in hindsight, it
seems that it was a stroke of genius."

We both went to change from the suits into ordinary clothes then Christian
came across the street to my room.  Inside as soon as the door closed his
mouth was glued to mine.  We inched our way to the bed and eased ourselves
down without breaking our kiss.  Once we pulled apart, we lay there fully
clothed and just looked into each others eyes.  Christian unbuttoned my
board shorts and tugged off my tee shirt.

I heard his gasp when he saw my hairy chest.  I've a thick mat of chestnut
brown hair, very dense on my pecs and the treasure trail leading into my
shorts.  My arms, legs and even my butt are covered in soft brown curls.

"A handsome man with a hairy chest is a major weakness for me. I love how
it feels touching my body, it makes me know I'm with a man."

Christian sought out my nipples and tongued and bit at them as his hand
slid down my abdomen and into my board shorts.  I had shed the jockstrap
with the suit, Christian's hand went straight to my rock hard, drooling
cock.

He raised his head from my nipple when his hand closed around my cock, he
readjusted his grip, then looked down to verify that my cock was as fat as
it felt in his hand.  Looking back to me, he grinned and giving my cock a
hard squeeze said...

"Oh Justin!  Wow!  Are we gonna have some fun with this!"

No sooner than the words left his lips, he bent and took my cock as deep as
he could from his position, then he moved his body to get between my legs
and took my cock to the root this time.  I thought I would cum when he
looked up to me, his beautiful face distorted with my cock stretching his
lips and throat.

"Jeezus...Oh Christian...no...not yet...please don't make me cum yet...come
up here...I'm about to blow, come kiss me...not yet, please...not
yet...jeezus...the way you make me feel is incredible...you're so sexy, so
beautiful.  Mmm."

I grabbed his face as he moved back up to me, I drove my tongue deep into
him.  Arms and legs wrapped about each other we tongue wrestled for hours
it seemed.  There were moments when I thought we would meld into one
person.  I've never made love nor felt love so intensely as I do with
Christian.  This goes beyond raw lust, so far beyond any feeling I've ever
had that I can't name it.

My hands roamed his slim frame, I felt each rib as my finger passed over
them, I found a ticklish spot when I put my lips on his jutting hip bone,
he liked it but it was too sensitive to tolerate for very long for him.
Sliding down his body, one hand held his hard, leaking erection, his cock
wasn't as thick as mine but it was a good deal longer, with a good mouthful
poking up above my fist.  I easily sucked him deep into my throat and
ground my face hard against his pubis.  Christian moaned and thrashed his
head about, his hands full of bed covers as my throat muscles milked his
cock.  His hands jerked my head away and he was gasping for breath.

"Not yet...no baby...this is too good, too good to cum yet.  Oh
Justin...you're incredible, come here to me, hold me, this is so
fantastic."

Neither of us got much sleep but when I woke, Christian was spooned to my
back, his arm around me and his hand on my chest, with both my hands
covering his, holding him to me.  I raised my leg to let his long hard cock
lay between my thighs and pushed back against him, wanting us closer
together.  I felt his lips on my neck give a little kiss and he stretched
his body and hugged me tighter to him.  I must have died and gone to
heaven.  I've never felt so good, so safe and secure as I do at this
moment.  I know it already... there's nothing I can do about it now...it's
too late for me...I just can't say it, it's too soon.

I woke as Christian was getting out of bed to go to the bathroom.  When he
came out I was sitting on the side of the bed, rubbing the sleep from my
eyes.  A huge smile spread across that handsome face.

"Good Morning Justin."

He said as he came to sit beside me.  He put an arm around me and pulled me
closer to him.  I looked up into those Sapphire blue eyes and he leaned to
me and gave me a closed mouth love peck.

"Need to brush first." He said.

I laid my head on his shoulder and put an arm around his waist.

`You are wonderful Christian.  Last night was...uh...I can't describe it,
words like fantastic, earth shattering, just can't convey what you made me
feel.  I hope we can do that again, and again."

"Somehow I don't think that will be a problem at all Justin...at least
while I'm here."

A cold chill ran through me as his words...'while I'm here' hit home.

I opened my mouth but no words words would come, I just hugged him to me,
tightly.

We sat like that, silent for at least five minutes, just holding on to each
other, knowing that we had to part and soon.  Christian had to see his
parents off to the airport and I am driving Ariel and Brian there later
this afternoon, for their Honeymoon flight to the Tuscan region and
Southern Italy by the Adriatic sea.

Christian rose first and started dressing to go back to his room across the
street. I found my shorts and tee on the floor and pulled them on.  At the
door we hugged and I took his face in my hands to kiss him.

"I haven't brushed" he said.

"I don't care, kiss me Christian, please kiss me.  This is going to be a
very long day I can tell."

When I shut the door behind him I leaned against it and thought I was going
to cry.  I've had my share of gay sex but nothing nor anyone has ever moved
me like Christian Browning did last night. I know he'll be leaving for
California in a few days and it already hurts, there will be three thousand
miles between us, that's one hell of a commute!

I dressed and went to the Continental breakfast in the dining room then
back to my room to pack and check out.  I was loading my car when Christian
came running across the street.  I was surprised but he said he'd forgotten
something in the room.  We went back to the room and as soon as the door
shut he pulled me close and kissed me like we'd never get another chance.
When we broke for air, we rested our foreheads together.

"Now that's better.  I've been missing you all morning Justin."

He told me his folks were on their way to the airport and that he was in my
care for now.  I mentioned that I had to drive Brian and Ariel to the
airport and he said he'd go with me.

"I want to see the look on Brian's face when he hears that I'll be visiting
with you for a week or so. Ariel knows you're gay...right?"

"Oh yes, she's known it longer that I have she said when I told her."

"Do you think she'll be upset?  I mean with you and I getting together."

"All that matters to her is that I'm happy; it shouldn't be hard for her to
tell my mood with this goofy grin I have on my face when we're together."

"That goofy grins is one of my favorite things about you Justin, not to
mention the soft spot I have for your big fat cock and hairy body.  I'm
crazy about your already."

"Promise?" I asked.

He grinned and hugged me to him...

"I promise."  He gave me a long, sensuous toe curling kiss as proof that he
meant what he said.  It was near the time to take the Bride and Groom to
the Airport.  They were flying New York then to Italy for one week in the
Tuscan region, and a second week on the Adriatic sea.  The brochures were
incredible, I want to go to the Adriatic Sea on my honeymoon.

I phoned when the Limo arrived, my Mini would not hold their luggage let
alone the four of us.  Brian broke into a huge grin when he saw that
Christian was with me.

"Little Bro, you stayed to see us off?"  Brian asked.

"Sure Bri, I'm going to spend some time here, see the sights and tour
around seeing the the South through a future Architect's eyes.  Plus Justin
and I are becoming good friends, we have a lot in common besides the two of
you.  He's so cute and cuddly, I may take him home with me."  Christian
said to Brian.

Ariel spoke up.

"Justin!  What are you doing?  What's going on here?"

"WHOA!  Everybody take a deep breath.  Christian is going to stay over and
tour around the South. He's interested in our Southern culture and the
Architecture.  It's no big deal, if Christian and I develop a friendship
that's strictly between him and me.  We just thought that it was fitting
that as your brothers, we both see you off on your one time only Honeymoon!
We're both grown men and past the age where our conduct is any concern to
anybody other than ourselves.  Now go have a wonderful time in Italy, we
expect lots of pictures when you come home."

Ariel hugged me and told me to keep a ear and eye on Mom.  I stuck out my
hand to Brian and he grabbed it and pulled me into a `bro hug', he threw
both arms around Christian and whispered something to him that made
Christian choke up.  Then the turned and went down the concourse to their
flight gate.  On the way back to the limo, Christian was sniffling and
coughing.  Once we were in the car and on our way I asked what the problem
is.

"Oh...no problem at all, Brian just told me he loves me and to go for it,
meaning you.  He wants me to be happy too.  He's the only one in my family
that truly cares about me."

"You're wrong there bub, your brother's brother-in-law thinks you hung the
moon."  I said.

Christian reached over and took my hand and held it until we were back at
the hotel.  Once we exited from the Limo he looked over and said.

"I think my brother's brother-in-law is just about perfect for me."
Christian said softly so only I could hear.

We found my car and rousted out my Mom, we finally found her in the hotel
spa getting a massage and a facial of some exotic South African magic mud.
She told me to take Christian on to Georgetown, she'd be fine driving the
eight miles from the Hilton to her house in Ocala.  It hit me then that my
Mom was going to be alone now with Ariel married and living upstate in
Gainesville.  I told her that Christian and I would be exploring the
northern part of the state and then the Georgia Coast as we made our way
back to Georgetown.

We drove from the Hotel in Ocala down to St. Pete, to the outrageous Dali
Museum, which Christian loved, then to Orlando and Cinderella's Castle,
from there we drove to Jacksonville and the U of N. Fla Student Union Bldg,
and then out to the beach for St. Paul's By The Sea Church. ( our favorite
of all we've seen so far.)  We stopped for a well deserved break and a good
nights sleep, well a few hours sleep anyway, I recharge quickly from sexual
exhaustion.

We left early the next morning for Live Oak and Mandi's Chapel and next up
was U. of Florida's Bushman Center.  We ended the Florida tour in
Tallahassee and FSU's Dodd Hall.  We drove up to Thomasville Ga. where we
ate an early dinner, then strolled through the Rose Gardens scattered
throughout the city.  Christian was amazed at the number of fantastic
buildings we had seen in two days.  We drove from Thomasville to Savannah
and Christian saw more than he wanted of poor, rural Georgia.

No matter how many times you visit, Savannah is always a treat.  We arrived
in early afternoon and found the Forsyth Park Inn across the street from
the park of the same name, with its famous Fountain that dates back to 1858
and styled after the Fountains of Paris.  We went out to tour the Park,
Christian's eyes were everywhere, taking in the beautiful gardens, and that
magnificent fountain.  He was completely amazed by the beauty and grace of
the fountain as water shot high into the air and cascaded into the basins
below.

It was nearing six o'clock in the afternoon, we were lucky today, there
were nice cooling breezes that blew through often keeping the humidity low.
When we started down the pathway arched over by majestic oak trees framing
the fountain at the far end, Christian stopped in his tracks.  When I
looked, his mouth hang open and his eyes were like saucers.

"I've never seen anything so beautiful Justin, that is amazing.  Soon he
was snapping pictures and emailing them to Brian and Ariel, and friends
back home in California."

The Historic District of Savannah is laid out in the style of the early to
mid 1800's life France.  A central green space with, often with a fountain,
elaborate gardens and a neighborhood of homes surrounding the central green
space or park.  The Forsyth Park fountain is the largest and most elegant
of all the park fountains in the city.

After several trips around the fountain, we found a place in the shade to
sit and marvel at this glorious piece of art.  We sat on a park bench just
in front of a row of old majestic homes, each with a story of its own.
Then, like a hidden director somewhere gave a cue, we heard a piano play
the first few notes of "Moonlight Sonata," Christian turned abruptly trying
to see the source, I craned my neck and decided that it was coming from an
open upstairs window on the house next door to the one we sat in front of.

I looked over to Christian and he had closed his eyes and sat listening to
the music.  I put my hand on the bench between us, touching his and we sat
there and enthralled by the music, caught up in the moment as Savannah cast
her spell upon its visitors as only this city can do.  We let ourselves be
lured by the magic of the moment; we were susceptible, caught up as we were
with the thrill of finding and getting to know each other.  We reveled in
the city, the music, the fountain and the web of romance and beauty woven
by this Jewel of the South.  Sheer magic!  It was our own little moment in
time, something that, no matter what becomes of us, together or not,
neither of us would never forget this moment.

A very good piano player unknowingly played a serenade for two souls who
were seeking that connection, that magic that sparks between lovers and
bonds them together, a couple, each developing a shared commitment that
defines them.  We sat there listening to the beautiful music and each
hoping beyond hope that the man next to us was Him.  The one.

Neither of us moved until the music stopped.  When it did, we both turned
and clapped as loud as we could, Christian called out `BRAVO, BRAVO' as we
clapped.  A young teen aged boy peered out the window, when Christian
waved, he quickly turned and disappeared into the house.  Turning to me,
Christian put an arm over my shoulder.

"That was pure magic, this city, this beautiful park, the music, you...its
all combined to cast a spell over me and all of it is magnified because you
are here sitting beside me.  I'll treasure this memory all of my days
Justin.  It's Magic!

Like most all the visitors to Savannah, the city has beguiled us, pulled us
in with her beauty and cast an unforgettable spell upon us.  That afternoon
set the mood for our stay in Savannah, I called for a dinner reservation at
Noble Fare on the suggestion of our Hotel staff.  The food was delicious
but pricey, all worth it because the ambiance was spot on perfect.  Warmed
by good food and great wine we took a chilled bottle of Pinot Noir back to
our room.  We drank our wine, we cuddled up on the sofa, drinking our wine
and learning about each other.  When we rose to make our way to the bed,
Justin tuned the TV to a satellite music station, titled `Love songs'. Then
as if that unseen director was hiding behind the drapes, it happened again.
Maurice Ravel's `Bolero' started as we lay across the bed.  More Savannah
magic.

I've no way to corroborate this statement but I imagine that many thousands
have made love to "Bolero." The captivating, hushed, almost imperceptible
tympani beat which starts the piece then grows to become the pulse and
lifeblood of the music, constant and growing in volume as it progresses.
Like the music we started sweet, slow and simple our hands and lips feeling
and sensing the pleasures we were giving as we explored each other.

One by one the orchestral instruments added the repetitive, haunting melody
to the insistent, building pulse of the timpani and strings.  As the music
builds so our passion builds, with each layering of the instruments,
repeating the melody as another instrument joined in.  The sound, like our
passion builds and builds, until at last the full orchestra plays with and
increasing volume as Christian enters my body.

What started out as a whisper of timpani has become a roar of triumph, both
musically and sexually, along with the music our bodies strive to match the
wild, driving, incessant repetition of the musical rhythm which Christian
matches stroke for stroke in my body.  We're locked together, both trying
to merge our bodies into one.  Christian is a mad man lost to our lust and
our love making, his frenzied penetration has transported me to sexual
satisfaction like I've never known.  Wave after wave of sound, plunge after
plunge of Christian's hard member into my body.  I feel it start, I know
our orgasm is near but I don't ...we don't...want this to end, it's all
just too wonderful.

The rhythm of the music coincides with Christian's rhythm of the fuck.
We're both there riding that crest, trying to grind ourselves together into
one person. Then suddenly, in a cacophony of instruments, Christian's body
tenses rigid, he shouts out out my name, then in one tremendously loud and
discordant orchestral crash it's over.  The music has stopped and Christian
lies collapsed atop my semen covered torso.  More Savannah Magic!"

I woke to the sound of laughter, at first it was just a giggle and a gentle
shaking of the bed.  When I opened my eyes, Christian lay there smiling, he
positively glowed, I hadn't seen him like this.  When he saw that I was
awake he scooped me into his arms and a full body hug.

"What a night!  I never knew anything could feel like that.  You're going
to have a hard time getting rid of me Justin Westlake.  I may kidnap you to
California.  I will never want to be rid of you.  Ever. Come Justin, let's
shower and find us a huge breakfast.  We also need to find a music store
and buy that CD from last night.  We will want to that again...and again."

 At breakfast no words were needed.  We both knew that this was it.  He's
the one.  We mooned over each other like love starved teens, our feet and
legs touching under the table.  In the car I hatched a devious plan, I
remembered Christian saying he was working on his Master's degree at the
Academy of Art in San Francisco.  I decided to drive by the Savannah
College of Art and Design (S.C.A.D to the locals.)  I hadn't mentioned the
school and as we were driving down Bull Street Christian shouted...

"JUSTIN!  Stop the car!"

I pulled over.

"What is it Christian, what's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong Justin, it's this school.  I have to go in, if they have a
graduate degree program in Architecture this could be the answer I've been
hoping for."

He ran across the street and disappeared into the administration building.
In about 15 minutes he came out, carrying brochures and walking slowly and
looking dejected.  I knew then that he didn't find what he wanted.  When he
got back into the car I mussed his hair and told him everything is okay and
it would work out, somehow.

"I may have gotten the cart before the horse.  Here I am working on
transferring my studies from San Francisco to Savannah and I have even
asked you if you want me here."

"WHAT!  Do I want you here?  Once I gain the nerve, my plan is to get on my
knees and beg you to stay with me!  I've loved you since you gave me your
handkerchief the night before the wedding.  I can transfer here or find a
new company, I can finish my Master's here too.  All that matters is that
we can be together.  Not at the same school but we'll be in the same bed
together each night. YES I want you here.  Uh...I love you Christian."

He wrapped me in his arms and whispered in my ear...

"And I'm in love with you Justin, hopelessly, madly in love with you."

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A lot has happened since our magical stay in Savannah last summer.
Christian returned California and to school in San Francisco.  When he
mentioned the idea of moving to Savannah to finish school his parents
became stubborn and refused to support him if he moved.  It was Brian that
finally convinced their parents that the Savannah school was at least the
equal of AASF and the tuition and housing would be minuscule compared to
the rates charged in San Francisco.  He told them that the change in
Christian was remarkable.  Before meeting Justin, Christian seldom laughed
or appeared to enjoy anything.  Now he makes the best of every day, he and
Justin are a perfect match.

We both are working on our Masters Degrees, Christian is a full time
student with the help of his parents, and I found a new position with an
International Aircraft manufacturing Company in Savannah and I'm going to
school to finish my Masters degree at Georgia Southern University.  We are
both still enthralled by this city and do our best to see and do everything
we can while we're here.  We know that we will more than likely be leaving
when we finish our graduate classes.

Oddly, since our paring, Christian's parents have become caring, loving
parents to their second son. He's always included in family functions with
two round trip airline tickets to the important family events.  His Mom and
Dad have visited us twice in eight months and they now call frequently.  He
and I were both at a loss as to why the sudden and very welcomed change in
them.  When we were in Ocala for my Mom's birthday, Ariel took me aside and
told me about Brian reading the riot act to his Mom and Dad about the way
that they have treated Christian for years.

"Oh Justin...it was just awful, I've never heard anyone berate their
parents like Brian did that day. He ended the call by telling them that
unless they changed their ways, they would have two son's who are estranged
from them, and that it would be sad that his children would never know
their paternal grandparents.  I ran from the room crying when I heard him
tell them that.

After our Honeymoon, Brian told me how Christian had been treated and it
was all because the stood up and told them the truth, he's gay.  That's
when they cut him off from the family.  They continued to pay for his
schooling and support as long as he stayed away from them.  He would
grudgingly be invited to family gatherings where his absence would cause
shame to his parents, otherwise, the less he was seen the better for his
parents."

"Jeez Ariel, I didn't know how bad it was.  Christian never spoke of them
or their lack of regard for him, only that Brian was the only one who cared
about him.  Now I understand why he dotes so on our Mom.  She truly spoils
him with little treats she bakes, postcards of beautiful scenes she picks
up, not necessarily of anywhere she's been, it just looks pretty to her and
she knows Christian would appreciate the beauty of it." I told her.

"Holy cow!  Ariel...it just hit me.  Are you and Brian pregnant?"

She doubled over laughing...

"You always were the last to catch on to things, Uncle Justin."

"WOOHOO!  FANTASTIC!  I'm gonna be an UNCLE!....when?  do you know the sex
yet...ohmigod...does Mom know yet?"

"Calm down little brother, we expect the baby in about seven months, a few
days after Thanksgiving, no we don't want to know the sex of the baby.  If
it's a girl, she'll be named Natalia Noelle for our Mom and Brian's mom.
If it's a boy he'll be named Jacob Alexander, for our Dad and for my
brother."

We both teared up when she mentioned Dad.

We heard a car door shut and Mom, Brian and Christian all came in loaded
down with packages. From the looks of them, they've bought out every store
on College Road from Paddock Mall down to Dillard's.  My Mom was absolutely
glowing, she truly enjoyed Brian and Christian's company and loves them
both as her own.  She's always introducing her boys to friends and
acquaintances when they're out together.

Ariel and I have planned a little surprise for her birthday tonight.  We're
having dinner at Stella's Pantry, an icon in downtown Ocala.  We've
reserved the banquet room and invited all of Mom's friends and Church
buddies without her having a clue, she's been over the moon with all of us
there with her for a long weekend.  By pre-arrangement the Host will tell
us that all the tables are booked and if we don't mind, they could seat us
in the banquet room.  We all agreed and when Mom walked in the door a
chorus of Happy Birthday surprised her to tears.

Half an hour passed before we got her into her seat of honor at the head
table.  She had to hug and speak to everyone.  After we ate, she stood and
tapped her glass with a spoon to get everyone's attention.  After thanking
everyone for coming she introduces the four of us.  Ariel and Brian, her
daughter and son-in-law and Justin and christian, her son and his partner.
She started to sit then remembered and stood again.

"I almost forgot the big news.  We're having a baby she shouted.  Ariel and
Brian are expecting just after Thanksgiving."

There was applause and ooos and ahhs galore.  Then Christian stood to share
our news with Mom and her friends.

"Mama Noelle, as you know, Justin and I have finished our Master's Degree
requirements and are leaving Savannah for our new home.  We'll be moving to
Dunedin, just north of Clearwater.  Justin will be working with the City of
Clearwater, and I'll be working with G2 Design in Tampa, Clearwater and
St. Pete.  We'll rent for a while then find ourselves the perfect home."

We rented a Condo on a six month lease, it was expensive, but we knew we'd
be buying a home soon.  We found our dream home quickly then had to wait
for our lease to be nearly over before we could make our offer.  Somehow, I
think that the home we wanted on Harbor Drive was destined to be ours.  Our
hearts sank when we saw the first "Under Contract" banner across the for
sale sign. However, it wasn't our only heartbreak with our dream home.

After the first contract fell through a second "Under Contract" banner was
pasted across the For Sale sign and again the contract failed.  We knew
better than to let it happen a third time and Christian called his
Grandparents and explained the situation and they gave him enough money to
buy out the remaining three months on the Condo lease and we made our offer
and it was accepted.  We could hardly believe our luck.  We didn't have
enough furniture to fill it as yet.  There are four bedrooms, three of them
have en suite baths, a great room with a wall of windows looking out to our
back yard with an unobstructed view of the Gulf, our own piece of Paradise.

Of course Christian saw how he wanted to remodel right away.  The wall of
windows were to become french doors onto a patio with a pool to the side of
the property to keep the view of the Gulf of Mexico the unobstructed main
attraction.  A sleeping porch was added to our bedroom and the rest of the
house renovation was mostly just painting and furnishing.  The kitchen had
been redone with new appliances and granite counter tops prior to listing
it for sale.

I was sitting at the kitchen counter having a Saturday morning coffee
admiring the changes we had made in our home when I saw Christian standing
in the backyard looking out over the vast expanse of water, he was wearing
only his swim trunks, not much bigger than a Speedo but they did have legs
to them.  I felt a surge of lust for him that was overwhelming, I went to
the french doors and called to him to come help me in the guest room.  Once
he was there I pounced on him and had him pinned on the bed as I devoured
his lips and mouth with my own.

I let my lips and tongue cover every inch of him. I stripped his swim
trunks from his lean body and fell onto his crotch, sucking his testicles
into my mouth and pulling them tight, stretching them until he groaned at
the pleasure/pain I was causing.  I lightly bit at him with little love
nips, letting my lips and tongue cover every inch of him. I stripped his
swim trunks from his lean body and fell onto his crotch, sucking his
testicles into my mouth and pulling them tight, stretching them until he
groaned at the pleasure/pain I was causing.  I nuzzled his crotch with my
nose, tongue and lips.  Moving over I put my lips and tongue onto his hip
bone, a hot spot for him that he can barely tolerate for any length of
time.  I pulled off just before he started begging me to stop.  I pushed
his legs up and made a dive, zeroing in on his wrinkled opening, I scored a
bulls eye as Christian shouted my name.

My lips and tongue covered every inch of him, from his big sexy feet to his
ears.  I stripped his swim trunks from his lean body and fell onto his
crotch, sucking his testicles into my mouth and pulling them tight,
stretching them until he groaned at the pleasure/pain combination he felt.
I lightly bit and kissed him, first on his knees, then the inside of his
thighs.  I nuzzled his crotch with my nose, tongue and lips.  Moving over I
put my lips and tongue onto his hip bone, a hot spot for him that he can
barely tolerate for any length of time.  I pulled off just before he
started begging me to stop.

I pushed his legs up and made a dive, zeroing in on his wrinkled opening, I
scored a bulls eye with my tongue as Christian yelped, then moaned in
ecstasy as I rimmed and laved his fantastic butt.  He loved my rimming him
and it always got him ready to fuck me hard and long.  We started with me
on my knees, my butt up high and my chest on the bed.  His long cock
penetrated deep inside me.  He made little moves that guided his cock
against my prostate, making me cry out and spurt little shots of semen onto
the towel beneath me, put there to soak up the semen we both knew he would
fuck out of me each time he stroked against my hot button.

After a while we flipped and I rode his long cock trying to scratch that
itch I have deep inside me for him and his cock.  I can't get enough of him
inside me at times.  When I saw him wincing, I knew that it was time to
change positions for our final push to our orgasm.  I lay on my back, legs
spread wide as he entered me and found his rhythm.  This is my favorite
position, I can watch his handsome face as he makes love to me.  We kiss
and grind together building up to our inevitable climax.  His face changes
when he feels the semen rising from his testicles, at first it's like a
little smirk, he knows he's about to make me even more crazy for him than I
already am, then with each stroke his cock makes inside me, the nearer he
gets us to orgasm.

I wish there was a way I could get a picture of his face at that moment
when he freezes in position and surrenders to his orgasm, filling me with
his love and a copious amount of his semen.  There's a moment when we both
reach that pinnacle, when neither of us breathes, the moment of
ejaculation...we are each synced into the mutual orgasmic pleasure wracking
our bodies and the sheer wonder of the orgasm of the brain, the mind fuck.
The wonder of being in love with this person who has given me pleasure like
no other I've ever known.

There's more ecstasy to come as we lie together, holding tight to each
other, trying to hold onto the bliss of that moment of absolute love.
Eventually we come back to earth, each time, more in love with each other
than when we started.  Each time I hear him whisper `I love you, Justin' I
know I'm the luckiest man in the world.

Now that we are settled into our new gorgeous home on the Gulf, we're
hosting our families for a mini reunion over the Thanksgiving Holiday.
Brian and Ariel are coming with their son Jacob, who will have his third
birthday the day after Thanksgiving.  Christian's parents and sister and
mine and Ariel's Mom will all be here for the holiday.

Each time Christian and I are around little Jake we talk about adoption,
and each time we put it off, selfishly wanting more time alone together.
IF this lust we have for each other ever wanes we may decide to adopt, but
we're more than four years together now and my lust for him is even
stronger that it was in the beginning.  I can't speak for Christian but his
desire has not lessened at all.

We spent a lot of time sprucing up the house and lawn for the coming
`family holiday' and were excited to have everyone coming to see our place.
Having both families come to us is very special to us, especially having
the Brownings here.  Their show of acceptance of Christian and I means the
world to both of us.  We're happy and content both professionally and
personally.  The luckiest two guys in the world.

The End.