Date: Fri, 5 Jun 2009 19:21:30 -0400 (EDT)
From: Bill Romero <wjromero@peoplepc.com>
Subject: Chapter 11 of An Epiphany

AN EPIPHANY, Chapter 11
BY WILLIEJESS

During my second day in Jessie's apartment, we drove to the hair styling
salon where Jess was employed as the general manager.  He still had one
more day of a vacation break, and wanted me to see the establishment and
meet his fellow workers.  We both agreed not to say anything concerning the
fact that we are married, for as he says:

"It really is no concern of theirs and I like to keep a professional
bearing and relationship with them.  After all, I made no special effort to
engage in their private lives as well as meet their spouses."

Having made the introductions, it didn't take long for Jess to show me
around.  What I did take note of was the fact that the salon had an
inviting and pleasant appeal due to the decor.  On questioning Jess, I
found out that he was largely responsible for the remodeling, and yet he
was very humble and unassuming about this hidden talent of his.  Later on
that morning, over lunch in fact, I commented to Jess that I very much
would welcome his skill in remodeling the house in La Belle.  We beat the
afternoon traffic back to his apartment, stopping for groceries at the
nearby wholesale Costco.  We found out that both of us were members, and so
while shopping, we decided to terminate my membership, and have my name
placed as the guest on Jessie's account.  I was then issued a new ID card.
While both of us were preparing the evening meal, we sounded each other out
as regards the future, and what should be our plans concerning the
marriage, our place of residence, and prospects for Jess continuing his
employment.  The entire evening meal conversation centered on these topics,
but as we talked a lot during our stay in the barrowed Time-Share condo in
Orlando, and during our honeymoon and camping trip at the State Preserve,
we only had to decide on the time frame of bringing our plans to fruition.
It wasn't a major decision for Jess to decide to move in with me and share
our house in La Belle, but he had to check with the policy of the apartment
association as regards how much notice was required prior to terminating
the contract.  We decided to make an inventory of our combined possessions,
mainly the furniture, and until we could make a proper disposal, the
unwanted items would be put into storage.  In fact, most of Jess's
furniture would replace mine, and I knew of several poor families who would
welcome my pieces of furniture, beginning with my first date, Juan.  I was
happy that Jess did not want me to take advantage of making a quick sale,
but to give the furniture away as gifts.  After all, says Jess:

"Look how God has blessed our lives."

Yes, no amount of material possessions or wealth could ever replace the
spiritual, emotional and physical love between Jess and me.  Nothing could
even compare to the gift of our marriage, nor to the time allotted us by
God to enjoy each other.  I think it's a good idea for couples, straight as
well as gay, to take stock on the foundation of their relationship, and
examine their priorities.  Having said this let me get back to my
narrative.  The difficult part of our transition would be the longer drive
for Jess to commute to work from La Belle.  However, he did not seem to be
bothered by this as he could adjust his schedule to arrive as the first
worker to open up the salon, spruce it up for customers, and then go over
the day's schedule.  Also he would be able to leave early in the afternoon
and have a fellow worker be responsible for cleaning up and closing the
shop.  Jess would then be able to avoid the morning and afternoon traffic
buildup in Fort Myers.  Also the extra amount of gas would be offset by the
money he would save in not having to pay rent.  Finally, Jess was turning
me more and more into a wife since I would prepare his breakfast while he
showered, shaved, and dressed for work.  Since his departure from the salon
would be early, there would not be a need for taking a lunch break, and he
would look forward to arriving home to an early evening meal already
prepared and laid out on the table.  We both knew it would be a matter of
time to acquire a new schedule of doing things, but since it was all for
the good of each other, we quickly fell into a nice routine.  We just love
living for the other and looking forward to when we would celebrate our
marriage.  There was no need for me to consider having to look for work as
I was already in early retirement, and still able to generate some
additional income by my pen and research work.  To the readers, please note
that I do not receive any compensation for my writing my and Jess's story
for Nifty, but the income comes from my writing a series of technical books
on maritime research and ship building.

During the vacate notice period, Jess moved to La Belle leaving most of his
possessions secured in his apartment while taking with him only his clothes
and personal toiletries.  We simply couldn't bear the thought of being
separated from each other.  On the two weekends allotted to us, we made
contact with various families, beginning with Juan's, for seeing what was
needed in the way of furniture.  I already knew that Juan needed my set of
bunk beds, and so he and his son borrowed a friend's truck, and took apart
the beds.  They were also appreciative in receiving the sofa where Juan and
I had our first sexual encounter of my sucking him.  But this fact was
carefully hidden from his teenage son.  I'm glad Juan had a dark complexion
as this masked any blushing on his part.  However, since Jess already knew
of this sexual affair, I was not in any way ashamed nor uncomfortable.
Another three-seat sofa went to the neighbor across the street along with a
couple of computer desks and chairs.  Other various pieces of furniture
went to needy families in the neighborhood.  Gradually the rooms of the
house started to look spacious.  We decided that the dining room set would
remain and we would give away Jess's table, chairs and hutch used in the
apartment.  To avoid having to move his bed and dresser, these would be
given to one of his fellow employees, in return for transporting his living
room entertainment center and leather sofa as well as matching chairs to La
Belle.  This employee had access to a truck.  We had to carefully plan the
timing for all this moving of furniture about as Jess wanted to apply a
fresh layer of paint, and we would contract a flooring dealership to lay
ceramic tile, replacing much of the carpeting in the living room and family
room which also served as a guest bedroom.  Then the magic time arrived
when Jess started to place this arrangement of floral decorations or silk
plants, accent glass panels on the walls and rearrange my personal art
collection.  The transformation of our house in La Belle was a real turn-on
for me, and I enjoyed letting Jess have his talented way in making it our
dream house.  After all, it now had to match our marriage.

One night, when we retired early to bed, I wanted to so much have a no-sex
sexual encounter with Jess.  At first, I think he was a little confused,
but it didn't take long for him to come to a realization.  Let me explain.
We went through our usual care of our bodies, brushing teeth and using the
toilet, and then shared an intimate bath.  It's gotten to such foreplay
routine that we would exit the bathroom with our cocks pointing straight up
to the ceiling and ready for our heart's desire.  We pulled down the
bedding and hoped into bed as usual.  I lay on my back and Jess turned
towards me with his head on his pillow but extending his hand on my stiff
cock.  While he caressed my shoulder and inside arm with kisses, slowly he
pulled up and down my shaft, using the skin as the go-between lubricant.
My penis was twitching all over the place with excitement.  Somehow I did
not want to foreshadow my good news to Jess with a climax, but wanted to
reserve it.  Yes, it felt good what Jess was doing to me, and my smile and
facial expression told the same story.  At the same time, I did not want to
deprive Jess of his enjoyment in giving me pleasure.  So I said a quick
internal prayer for God to hold back my climax, and allowed Jess to
continue with his magical handwork.  Jess now sat up and leaned down to
kiss my gland and lick the pre-cum leaking from the slit.  Then he engulfed
my penis, sucking ever so gently and slowly swallowing it.  Somehow I think
Jess knew I wanted to prolong my orgasm and allow him the joy of giving me
pleasure.  The delicate way he was giving me oral sex seemed like he
thought my penis was a thin-walled glass phallus and was afraid to break
it.  He wasn't making love to my penis; he was worshipping it, and letting
his actions become his first evening prayer of gratitude to God.  All of a
sudden, I placed my hand on his head and asked Jess to stop.  I sat up and
with both our cocks leaking strings of pearly liquid, I faced my beloved
and said I wanted to tell him something wonderful, and needed to do it in a
special way.  Although Jess gave me that puzzled look, he leaned in to kiss
me and put in his tongue.  This was his way of submitting to my request and
that he wanted me to continue not with any doubt on his part but giving me
my full freedom of expression.  I knelt back on my ankles which brought me
in easier access to his penis.  I held it with both hands and kissed it,
saying to Jess:

"It's ok, honey, I have good news to share with you, but at the same time,
I don't want us to reach climax quickly.  Also I just want to be one with
you when I tell you."

I did notice that his cock somewhat softened, probably by distracting his
mind and intent with my actions and words.  And so I got up on my knees,
and had Jess lay down.  I wanted him to be hard, and so it became my turn
to suck on Jess and bring his cock to fullness.  Wow, did he ever taste so
good, especially the taste of his leaking fluid.  In fact, Jess always
tastes good to me no matter what is his body part.  So as not to bring my
spouse to a quick climax, I sat down as close to his scrotum facing Jess
and raising his legs up to my shoulder.  This intimate position we were
engaged in quickly relaxed Jess against his pillow, and allowed for both of
us to engage in quiet conversation.  In fact, so relaxed was Jess, that he
threw his arms back against the headboard, and had the look of contentment,
even though we did not complete our love- making.  He exhaled and gave me
such a relaxed look.  He was all mine to do whatever I so pleased.  I
wrapped my arms around his legs to lock them against my upper arms.  Also
my fingers wrapped themselves around his somewhat softened penis.  I then
smiled at Jess, and asked if he were relaxed.  He answered:

"Yes, Willie, and loving you with all my heart."

Yes, he indeed loved me as his penis got really hard.  And so I let go of
his legs, knelt over him, and never took my eyes off of his dear face.
Jess watched me as I leaned slightly forward, supporting me with my right
arm against my knee, and used my left hand to reach around and place his
cock at the entrance of my hole.  Gently and very slowly I stretched my
opening using his gland to relax my muscle, making circles and using his
pre-cum as lubricant and applying pressure by gradually sitting down on his
shaft.  Fingering each other's butts in the shower, and our foreplay helped
to put me in a lustful mood; so my hole easily opened up to accommodate
Jess's cock.  I did not do my usual up and down motion on his shaft but
simply sat down all the way to his balls and my buttock resting on his
thighs.  I was now relaxed as Jess or almost so because he had his eyes
closed during the exquisite experience of his cock sliding all the way into
my rectum.  I let him get use to the feeling, and bring myself to composure
so I could engage in sharing my news with Jess.  In the silence of our
mating, Jess started to make very little thrusting motions upwards, but
then he stopped when I was not reciprocating.

"Honey, I wanted first to be one with you before I tell you something.
Afterwards, we can let loose and pump away like crazy.  While you have been
going to work these past two weeks, I've been on the internet and phone
making contact with a mortgage company in Arizona about refinancing this
home.  I already received, filled out, and returned the tons of paperwork,
and just about noon today, the guy telephones saying I got the approval of
the VHA loan at three percentage points lower than now."

With the look of surprise, Jess questioned me about the difference in my
monthly payment schedule.  I also told him that I included all my other
balance-due accounts with my refinancing plan, and so instead of making
monthly payments of $2,100 for all my bills, I would now be paying only
$960 per month.

"Besides, Jess, our joint names will be on the title.  This is as much your
house as it is mine."

"Oh my, Willie," it's nice to be married.  Hey, with my paying half the
amount, you'll have more money to spend on whatever."

"No Jess, I'll continue making the mortgage payments and still have money
left over to spend on us, but I really would like for you to save all your
money in a joint savings account for vacations or whatever.  Remember,
Jess, I have a very good medical insurance, but yours is only minimal."

"Come here, love, I want to squeeze the hell out of you and make love."

"Sorry, but not right now as I have more to tell you."  I really like
surprising Jessie and see the look of wonderment on his face.  To some
readers it may seem like I am manipulative and trying to control my spouse.
But the opposite is the truth as you can see in what I next had to share
with Jessie.

"Honey, you know in town near the supermarket are a couple of hair styling
places.  Yesterday I saw a sign in the window of one of them advertising
the fact that a stylist/manager position was available.  I did go in and
inquired if the position was still available and what would be the salary.
I didn't say anything about you, but only bring this up if you're
interested?"

"How much are they offering to pay," asked Jess?

"What if I told you more than what you are currently making, and besides,
you would not have the added expenses of gas and having to drive sixty
miles each way."

"Of course I'm interested, and will see them tomorrow when I return from
work.  Willie, I know you're looking out for me, and really appreciate it,
but I'm not the type to be offended when you seize upon opportunities for
us, and I emphasize us.  Right now I really want your seed in me so let's
change places."

Expressing his desire, we changed places, and Jess crawled on top of me,
placing himself down on my cock.  He rode me with abandon, and also had me
in the frenzy of pushing hard up into him while my one hand rapidly
masturbated his cock.

"Oh, honey, here I come", cried Jess and I felt his muscle tighten around
my penis as he let go with spurt after spurt of seed.  Most of it landed on
my belly and fingers, but the first two discharges landed all the way to my
neck.  I quickly pushed up as hard as I could and also gave up my seed deep
into Jess.  He stayed locked on my penis, and immediately leaned forward so
we could give each other a kiss of gratitude.  As soon as I slid out of
him, Jess took my fingers into his mouth, and licked all the sperm off of
them.  He also bent down to lick up the remaining ejaculate on my belly and
neck areas and shared the seed in a passionate kiss.  I was so full of lust
that I inquired of Jess whether or not my seed was leaking out of him, to
which he answered no.  If it did, I would have positioned myself to lick
and suck it up and share it with Jess.  Instead, I rolled on my side while
Jess spooned into me.  In fact, he used his spit-coated fingers to open me
up, and inserted his quickly erected cock.  And so we fell asleep in this
position of his sex-but-no-sex penetration.  Somehow we kind of realized
that during the night we would want to reach climax, but for now, we let
sleep overtake us.

I woke earlier than the alarm, and found that we both had separated from
our mated spooning.  Jess was on his back with his left arm extended back
and his head resting on it.  He had such a look of contentment that I did
not want to wake him, and so carefully I rolled back to my side.  Yes, now
I realize that the blissful look on his face was the result of his also
waking up, but he did not utter a word.  Instead, he too rolled on his side
towards me and placed his left arm on my butt.  Only when he started to put
a finger into my crack and fondle me up and down with an occasional
fingering of my ass opening did I reach back with my left arm and placed
and joined my hand with his.  I softly uttered:

"I love you, Jess."

Jess leaned further into me and lowered his arm to below my buttock so as
to pull me more into him, and I tucked my left hand between the pillow and
my cheek while wrapping my right hand over my head.  Thus my head was
cradled between both of my arms.  I wanted Jess so much to make love to me.
When Jess quietly expressed his desire to have sex, I rolled more on my
back and removed my arms to my side so that I was now looking up to my
lover.  He already raised himself so that he leaned down and kissed me.  We
tongued each other, even though we could taste the strong flavor of having
slept.  That's when I really awakened and sat up trying to orientate
myself.  I gave a quick glance to the alarm clock and realized we had
sufficient time.  My next move was to make a turn towards Jess where my one
arm was softly gliding all over his body.  Jess liked my tactile caress so
much that he situated himself on his back and closer to me so that I could
continue the same touch to his nipples.  They were already puffy and
hardened so I knew this is what he wanted.  We never took our eyes off each
other and the love they were conveying.  Jess started to sit up, bent both
his legs at the knee, as he grabbed my torso with both hands, pulling me
backwards into him.  I got into a kneeling position with my legs going
backwards and intertwined below his bent legs with my feet somewhere around
his butt.  Looking at my face the entire time, Jess allowed his hands to
softly move about all over the front of my body, going from caressing my
nipples and chest area down to fondling my dick and balls.  That's when my
cock began its journey from a flaccid state to a stiff arousal.  It's nice
to ask ourselves why it is that our penises become more easily aroused when
manipulated by someone else, especially when the other is one's spouse.
And my answer or response is that I always want my penis to belong to my
spouse than to me.  It's my marriage gift to him and representative of my
total self.  Jess had me lie back down on the bed, and he continued to make
love to me and pleasure me orally, sucking on my cock; but enough of the
pleasure for me.  I asked Jess to trade places with me and sit back tightly
against me as I sat up against the head board.  With his back against my
chest, we looked at each other and kissed long and hard.  I reached over
with my right hand during our kiss to masturbate Jess.  It was now time for
his cock to be pleasured and get stiff.  When I felt that he was good and
hard, I immediately separated from Jess and got down on my knees while
separating my ass cheeks with both hands.  Once Jessie was in position and
I felt his cock gland kissing my anus muscle, I let go of my butt and
tucked both arms under me against the bed.  Jess took over to keep my ass
opened and gradually pushed his penis into me until he bottomed out.
Having penetrated me, Jess remained still in order to give my opening time
to adjust to his presence.  When I started to feel the intense pleasure, I
started fucking myself against his penis as Jess began his own motion.  We
wanted our intercourse to last, and so we continued for the time being with
slow but deep motion.  I took my cue from Jess since he was more in a
position of arriving at the moment of climax faster than I, and able to
control the pleasure he was giving me either by brushing his dick against
my prostate or changing the angle to avoid hitting my gland.  We inquired
of each other whether we were getting close.  I then told Jess to set the
pace for bringing himself to climax, but try to avoid hitting my magic
spot.  He then picked up the speed of his thrusting, and when I felt his
one hand change from my butt to masturbating me, I knew he was very, very
close to fulfillment.

"Oh, God, here it comes, my love."  And come he did as he exploded lots of
sperm deep into me.  He was so out of breadth, and quickly stopped
masturbating me while pulling out.  He then laid his head on my abdomen,
asking me to masturbate myself to climax.  As I did so, Jess brought his
gaping mouth right to the entrance of my gland opening.  It didn't take
long, and he was rewarded with repeated blast of sperm from my cock.  He
wanted so much to swallow each and every drop of sperm that he ended up
simply placing his mouth on my dick.  Afterwards he told me that he wanted
to see the ejaculation blasting out of my cock.  He did so, and also did
not let any of my seed escape his mouth.  We got into position where Jess
placed his mouth over mine, and we both enjoyed my seed.  I would be
content to carry Jess's sperm in my ass for the entire day but I knew it
would be a matter of time for it to leak out.  At least his love would
remain forever in me; that is until he returned home from work and we begin
all over again to celebrate our love.