Date: Wed, 29 Dec 1999 05:35:28 -0500
From: TJ <BiDadWriter@Yahoo.com>
Subject: Love for a Lifetime, Chapter 8

Disclaimers: The following is a work of fiction. Meaning, that, the people
and events are not real, and never happened, except in my mind.  All the
other usual stuff applies.  If you shouldn't be here, don't read it.  If
you don't like it, why are you here?  Comments appreciated, flames deleted.


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I woke up the next morning before the alarm went off, and before the
lobby called.  Somehow, we had gotten all turned around during the night,
and Jim was facing me, with his arm around me.  I just looked at his
beautiful face.  I didn't care about the acne scars.  He was the most
handsome man I had ever laid eyes on.  I said a quick prayer, thanking God
for my man, for our love, and for bringing us together.  Maybe some
Christians think that our love is wrong, but, to hell with them!  God made
us this way, and we are in love!!

I love the way Jims face relaxes when he's asleep.  He looks so
peaceful and content.  He grunted, and then opened his eyes up.

"Good morning, love," he said.

"Good morning, man of mine," I said, with a big grin.

"What are you smiling about?" he asked.

I started singing, "I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love with a
wonderful guy!!"

"Oh, Timmy, I love you, too!!" he said.

"I take it you're happy to see me this morning, or did you bring a flashlight
to bed?" I asked, a la Mae West.

"Why don't you find out for yourself," he responded.

I reached over and grabbed his wonderful prick.  MY prick!!  MY MAN!!
Damn, I was happy!!!

"What time is it?" he asked.

"About 7 I think," I said, right before I swallowed him whole.

"Oh, baby...uunnnhhhhh!!  Turn around up here, Timmy, so I can get my
breakfast drink!"

I turned so he could get at me, and he quickly slipped my dick all the way
down his throat.  The heat, and the wetness were incredible.  I knew I
would never get tired of his mouth.

We sucked each other slowly, wanting to take our time.  But, even having
cum as much as we did last night, my man was a born cock sucker, and he
had me ready to blow in no time.  I could tell he was close as well, so I
slipped two of my fingers up his ass, found his prostate, rubbed it, and
was rewarded with my first load of cum for that day.  He took his cue from
me, stuck two or three fingers up my ass, and sent me over the top.  I was
still nursing his softening cock, as he sucked all my cum from me.

"AAhhhh, nothing like the taste of my man, first thing in the morning," he
said, with a big grin on his face.

"Let's hit the showers babe.  Together?" I asked.

"Is there another way to shower?" he asked.

We jumped in the shower, and he was already hard again.  I knew what both
of us wanted, so, as soon as we got in, I soaped him up, turned around and
spread my cheeks.  He walked up to me, and gently slipped that gorgeous
dick of his all the way up into me.

"Don't move, baby," I said.  "Just hold me, and let me enjoy being
possessed by you."

"I aim to please you," he responded.

We stood there for a long time, swaying to music that only we could hear,
me feeling so full, and full of love, and so happy that I almost started
crying.  But, there was a plane waiting for us, and I wanted my partners
seed in me, possessing me, making me his again.

"I want you to make me yours every day," I said to him.

"You are mine, baby, and I'm yours.  I will do whatever you ask me.  My
body is yours, as well as my heart and my soul," he responded.

I turned my head so we could kiss as he started slowly pumping in and out
of me.  It didn't take long, and he was whimpering, struggling to breathe.
Then, he jammed his dick as far in me as he could, went rigid, and I felt
that wonderful dick twitch several times.  I was moaning with the delight
of being taken, and he was moaning with the delight of taking me.  We were
a perfect match.

We quickly cleaned up, packed our stuff, took one last look around the
room, and headed down, for breakfast, and for the start of our life
together.

After breakfast we headed to the Raleigh-Durham airport.  Our grandparents
had really gone all out.  We had first class seats, one window, so we knew
we would be switching seats.

We arrived, got all checked in, and, finally, boarded.  Neither of us had
ever flown before, so it was all new and unfamiliar to us.  But it was
also a lot of fun.

"Is this your first time flying?" the steward asked as we found our
seats.

"How could you tell?" Jim responded.

"Oh, we have a savvy about things like that.  Where are the two of you headed?"

"To Cancun, on our honeymoon," Jim said, before I could get a word out
of my mouth.

"I see," said the steward, with a twinkle in his eye, "I'll do everything
I can to make your first flight a pleasant one."

I had noticed the lady in the aisle beside where we were sitting look at
us with disgust, but, oh well.  She would just have to deal with it.

"You're not going to be quiet about us, are you?" I asked Jim.

"Tim, I'm in love with you.  You make me happy, you have committed yourself
to me.  No, I'm going to be honest about us.  I will be careful, though.
I mean, I don't want either of us winding up in the hospital ever again.
But, you're my man, and I love you.  I have no choice but to let people
know how much you mean to me."

"I love you Jim Parson," I said, tears in my eyes.

"I love you, Timmy," he said, as he picked up my hand, and lightly kissed
me on the knuckles.

One tear escaped, and I sighed, deeply contented, and looked out the window.

"Gentlemen, can I get you something to drink?" asked the steward.

"A coke for me," Jim said, and he looked at me as I nodded, "and one
for my partner as well."

"Very good, Mr. Parson," he said as he turned to go.

When he came back with the drinks, Jim asked him how he knew Jims
last name.

"I overheard your partner," he said.

He handed us the drinks, and then, looking at me he asked, "And what shall
I call you, sir?"

"I'm Tim Parson," I replied, as I shook his hand.

"You have the same last name?" he asked, his left eyebrow going up.

"As part of our commitment ceremony, kind of like a wedding, we had our
names legally changed," Jim said.  "Timmy's name used to be Parker,
and mine was Iverson.  We combined them to be Parson.  Neither of us wanted
to spend all our time writing Parker-Iverson or Iverson-Parker, so, we
combined our names."

"What did your parents think about all this," he asked.

"They put us in contact with the lawyer who did it for us," I said.

"I'm glad they support you," he said.

I could see a tear forming in his eye.

"What shall we call you," Jim asked.

"My name is Marc," he said.

"Well, Marc, it's nice to meet you," Jim said, shaking his hand.  "I
have a feeling we may be good friends before this flight is over."

"That would be nice," he said, as he reached up, and brushed away the tear
that was trying to fall.

Marc went back to the front of the plane, just as the other passengers
began boarding.

It was a little cool there in the front of the plane, and Jim got us a
blanket, put it over both our laps, and, held my hand under the blanket.
One would have really had to have been staring at the blanket to notice us
holding hands.  I was smiling, and looked out the window.

Jim leaned over and, in a low voice said, "I think Marc is gay, and
that his family knows, and doesn't approve."

"Well, done, Sherlock," I said back to him, winking as I said it.  "What
do you propose to do?"

"I'm just going to be friendly," Jim said.  "He looks like he could
use a friend."

"You, know, Mr. Parson, this is one of the reasons I love you so.  You're
always looking out for other people."

"That's why I'm going to be a lawyer," he said.  "So I can help others."

We settled back into our seats, still holding hands, until everyone was
seated, and the stewards started showing us about the seat belts, the air
masks, and all that stuff.  Then, the plane started backing up, and we were
on our way.

The flight was pretty uneventful.  We were flying from Raleigh-Durham to
Miami, and then on to Cancun.  Since it was only a layover, Marc was
actually going all the way to Cancun.  He came by and checked on us quite a
bit, and, we were able to visit with him a lot.

He was 21, gay, as we figured, and had recently split up with his boyfriend
of two years.  He was from South Carolina, but now made Raleigh his home.
He admired our commitment to each other, and thought the idea of our
commitment ceremony was wonderful.  We told him all about it, and you could
see his eyes twinkle as he imagined it.  We really enjoyed getting to know
him.  Before we got to Cancun, we had his phone number, and a promise from
him that he would come for dinner as soon as we got settled in.

The flight, while interesting, was mostly uneventful.  We took turns
sitting beside the window, looking at the ground and the cities.  We laid
over in Miami for about 45 minutes, and then we were off to Cancun.  Marc
spent as much time with us as he could, and we told him all about our lives,
how we had been friends since first grade, how Jim had know he was in
love with me a lot longer than I knew I loved him.  We told him about
getting caught, moving in together, the attack, how our dads changed, and,
finally, our commitment ceremony.

He told us all about growing up in a big family in rural South Carolina,
how a neighbor introduced him to gay sex when he was 13, and how they had
regular sex until his friend (who was 2 years older than Marc) graduated.
He told us that his dad walked in on him and his friend the morning after
his senior prom.  He was kicked out of the house, and has never been back.
He stayed with his grandparents until he graduated, then moved to Raleigh
with an older brother who was more open minded than his parents.  He had
gotten interested in being a steward because of the travel opportunities.
He and his boyfriend had broken up because the boyfriend had met someone
new.  He was still hurting from that, and not really interested in a
relationship right then.

Finally, we were making the descent to Cancun.  The hotel had a van waiting
for us, and, we were quickly whisked away to the most fabulous place I have
ever seen.  Again, our grandparents had out done themselves.  Our room
overlooked the beach, with a private balcony.  There was a king sized bed
in the bedroom, and a kitchenette and den area in the front room.  Once
again, the bath had a whirlpool.  I could tell right then, we were going
to have to find a way to get one for ourselves. (We ended up with a hot tub).

We spent the next week laying around in the sun (nude beaches!!  That was
WAY cool!) doing the tourist thing in town.  We snorkeled, swam, and made
love, in the bedroom, bathroom, balcony, one night on the beach, in the
surf.  We even rented a boat one day, took a picnic to a deserted area,
and made love in the sand in the middle of the day.  It was AWESOME!!!

Too soon, the week came to an end, and we had to come home.  While we were
sad to leave Cancun, we were excited about moving into our new house, and
getting started at school.

After arriving back in Raleigh, we high tailed it to Jims folks house,
where we spent the first night.  The following morning, we started packing
everything of Jims that was not at the trailer.  We left the boxes
there, and came by with the rental truck after loading up the trailer, and
my stuff from my folks.  Our dads followed us, my dad driving my car, and
Dad Mason driving his van, packed full.  Our moms rode in the van, and
Fred and Caroline came in Fred's car.

It took most of the afternoon, but, we got everything unloaded, most of it
at least in the rooms we wanted it in, and we got the bed put together.
Our moms cleaned the kitchen and bathroom for us, and pretty much took over
putting stuff in the shelves.  Jim and I rearranged it all later, but,
at least it was out of the moving boxes, washed, and put where we could
find it.

After pizza for supper, our parents and Fred and Caroline all left.
Finally we were in OUR house, together, Mister's Parson.  I was so happy I
could have burst!!

"I love you, Jim," I said.

"I love you, Timmy," he said.

"Race you to the bed," I said, as I turned and ran.

He grabbed my shirt, but I had already unbuttoned it, so it slid right off.

"You cheated!" he said, as he followed me into the bedroom.

"I'll make it up to you," I said, suggestively.

He came to me, pulled me into his arms, and kissed me, passionately.  We
had been "married" for over a week, living together for almost a year, and
had been necking heavily for over two years, but he still made me light
headed when he kissed me. (Still does, eighteen years later!)

I worked his shirt off of him, and then we stopped kissing long enough to
finish getting undressed.

"Jim, would you hold me?" I asked.

"For the rest of my life," he responded.

"Would you hold me, like you did at the bed and breakfast?" I asked.

"You mean, inside of you, but not making love?" he asked.

"Yes."

"My pleasure."

He fished the lube out of his suitcase, and lubed us both up.  Without
needing any preliminaries any more, he eased his dick inside me, pulled
back a little, then pushed it in as deep as it would go. Then we just laid
there, his chest pressed firmly against my back, his arms around me, and
his dick buried deep in me.

"You just lay there, love of my life," I said.  "I want to make you cum."

"I am yours, baby," he said.

Without moving my hips, I began squeezing his dick with my ass muscles,
"sucking" and pushing on his dick, grinding my hips sometimes, but not
bucking on it.  Jim was just groaning, rubbing his hands up and down
my chest, hips and legs.  He tweaked my tits, making me moan, but he did
not touch my dick.  I turned my head so we could kiss, still milking his
dick.  The kiss was making both of us really hot.  I was working his dick
as hard as I could, and, through the kiss, he started breathing heavy.  I
could feel his dick begin to swell, and, in just a few short moments, he
was groaning into my mouth even harder.  His body went rigid, and I felt
his dick spasming in my ass.  Without touching myself, I, too, began to
cum, just from what was happening with Jim.

When he could finally breathe normally again, Jim said, "Baby, that
was awesome!"

"I just wanted you in me.  In fact, don't pull out, baby.  I like feeling
you in me," I said.

"I love you, Timmy," he said.

"I love you, too, Jim," I said, and we drifted off to sleep, content,
together, in our new home.

The next few weeks were a blur of activity.  We had to learn our way
around town, and campus.  It was cheaper for us to buy buss passes than to
drive, so we did.  We went to Freshman Orientation, and signed up for
classes.  We were both business majors, with Jim on a pre law tract.
I was going to be an accountant.  As a result, we always had several
classes together.

One of the other things we did that first week was to find the gay student
club (which became the gay student union).  We signed up immediately,
wanting to help in any way we could.

We were excited.  We were basically unpacked at our new house, classes
would begin soon, we had made a new friend (Marc) and gotten involved with
the gay students at the school.  Life was good, and we were ready to start
our life together.
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And so, life continues...