Date: Wed, 29 Dec 1999 05:35:28 -0500
From:	TJ <BiDadWriter@yahoo.com>
Subject: Love for a Lifetime, Chapter 9

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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Classes finally started in August.  I enjoyed all my classes, especially
the ones Jim and I shared.  It was interesting, the looks and stares we got
when the Profs called our names.  We were always sitting beside each other.

That made more than a few people nervous.  There were a couple of classes
where some macho jock, wanting to make himself look big, made crude
remarks, but we dealt with each situation as it arose.  Fortunately, no one
ever threatened violence toward either of us.

After two weeks of classes, we settled into a routine.  We each were taking
15 hours, and had to study our butts off.  We got up in the morning, and
almost without fail, started the day by sucking each other off.  I love the
taste of Jim first thing in the morning.  Of course, I LOVE the feel of my
man inside me anytime I can get it.  We were usually pressed for time so we
showered together whenever we could but usually we would take turns in the
shower.  Whoever was second, fixed our breakfast while the first one
showered.  After eating, the second one took his shower while the other one
cleaned up breakfast and set out the clothes that we would wear that day.
Because we wore the same size, we never got caught up in what was mine, or
what was his.  We had similar tastes, so we laid out clothes that we wanted
to see the other one wear that day.

After breakfast, we dressed and usually had to run to catch the bus.  Both
of us had 8 or 8:30 AM classes everyday, and we always made it just in the
nick of time.  We would go to our classes, have lunch together, attend our
afternoon classes, and then off to the library for study.

Our first semester at UNC, we both signed up for the social dance class as
a P.E.  requirement.  Jean Trout, a wonderful lady, and her friend Lee,
taught the class.  Jim and I made no bones about being a couple, but we
helped by partnering with whichever girl needed one.  We did, however, get
help from Jean who taught us how to lead-and-follow.  In October, there was
a formal dance being held, and everyone in the class was invited.

Jim looked quite dashing in a dark tux and matching vest.  I'm never
satisfied with my appearance, but I could tell from Jim's eyes that he
liked the way I looked that night.

I know Jean was a little nervous for us because we decided to go as the
couple that we were, thinking: 'screw anybody that has a problem with it'.
We agreed to start out the evening by dancing with the girls from our
class.  But we also decided that the first tango was ours.  In case you
didn't know, the Tango was originally a dance just for men.  Over the years
it has become the sensuous dance people recognize, but we decided to start
there.  We got LOTS of stares, even though we weren't making hanky panky
during the dance.

Actually, the evening went off without a hitch.  We each danced with
several partners, but after the tango, which came about an hour into the
ball, we kept almost exclusively to each other.  Nobody in the room could
miss the love between us.  Jean even commented at the end of the evening
how well we danced with each other.  She also complimented us on how well
we were able to lead-and-follow.  All in all, it was a rather fun night.

Don't get me wrong, as open a campus as UNC is, we still had our share of
heckling and run-ins.  But, as I mentioned before, nothing happened like
the bad experience Jim had in high school.

Anyway, school trudged along, actually, it flew.  Before we knew it, it was
Thanksgiving.  Of course, each our parents wanted us at their house for the
big meal, so we compromised.  We had an early lunch (11:00am) at my folks
house and then had an early dinner (5pm) at the Masons.  By bedtime, I was
stuffed!  We decided to sleep at the Mason's house for the night.

It was a little awkward for us.  It was the first time we had slept with
each other, at either of our parent's homes, since we moved in together.
And, as I figured, Jim was feeling randy.

"We're at your folks house, for gosh sakes!" I said to him.

"They know we're married now," he said.

"Don't you think that's pushing the envelope a little far,
Mr. Scream-when-I-cream?"

"Well, if my mouth is full, maybe I won't make any noise."

"I'd have to smother you to keep you quiet," I replied.

All the time we were talking, he was rubbing me, gently, playing with my
tits.

"Dammit, Jim, stop that.  I'm getting too turned on for my own good!"

"That's the idea, my love.  That's the idea."

I couldn't help myself.  I was in love.  If my man wanted me, he was going
get me.  I just knew that I was going to be embarrassed at the breakfast
table, but it would be worth it.

We always slept nude, so we didn't have to worry about getting each other
undressed.  Jim was still working on my tits, so I pretty well knew that he
wanted to be the aggressor tonight.  That was ok by me.  While I enjoyed
being the "top", I much preferred Jim to be.  He felt the same.

Sometimes, however, I was in the mood to be aggressive, almost without
fail, it was the same nights (or mornings, on the weekends) that Jim wanted
me to. Ain't love grand!!

I was already hard, and dripping before he ever got on top of me.  He
finally crawled over and laid down on me, grinding his wonderful cock into
mine.  He started by gently kissing me, as usual, making me see stars.  I
know I've already mentioned this, but, I'm telling you, I still see stars
today, eighteen years later.

I was almost whimpering, wanting him so much.

"Jim, please, baby, take me now.  I need you.  Please, baby, fill me with
your love."

"Whatever you desire, my love," he said to me.

His dick was also dripping profusely, so he started rubbing it all around
my rose bud.  Then he gently started pushing in, a little at a time,
letting his natural lubricant slick me up.  This way always took longer,
but we both preferred it.

I was moaning already, and he looked at me and said; "Who was it calling me
Mr.-Can't-Be-Quiet?"

"I'm sorry, baby, you just make me feel so good, so loved.  I'm the
luckiest man on earth, because you chose me."

"I love you too, baby," he said, right about the time he bottomed out in
me.

He was kissing me, trying to suck my tongue down his throat, and I was
letting him.  The way he made me feel, his dick sliding in and out of me,
always slowly at first, both of us, wanting the experience to last.  The
way I felt when he kissed me, I was always in heaven when we made love.

We almost always made love slowly now.  In fact, since our commitment
ceremony less than six months before, there had really only been about four
"quickies" for either of us.  I loved feeling his long dick slowly sliding
in and out, in and out.  He was a master, and I was his work of art.  He
knew just how to massage my prostate, keeping me on the edge for a long,
long time.  He was almost always able to make me cum with him, just by the
way he fucked me. I loved it!

Tonight was no different.  He had been stroking my ass for about forty-five
minutes when I noticed that he was close.  He leaned down and sucked my
dick into his mouth.  I LOVED it when he did that.  We've gotten a little
older now, and a little less limber, but occasionally, we can still do it.
He was working my knob hard, and his thrusting was beginning to get a
little erratic.

"Oh, Jim, baby!!  I'm there!" I almost screamed.

My orgasm started in the pit of my stomach, and then erupted through my
dick, into his hungry mouth. I felt him jam his dick all the way in me, and
I felt him twitching, knowing that he was filling me with his seed.  I was
panting, and so was he.  It was an intense orgasm, partly I guess, because
we were at his folks house, and partly because we were having to be quiet.
Whatever it was, I liked it!

After a few minutes, he pulled his mouth off my now clean dick and kissed
me, deeply, lovingly.

"Timmy, I love you so much.  You are the world to me, you know."

"And I love you, too, Jim.  Without you, I am nothing.  I love you so
much."

He lifted my leg, scooted around behind while still in me, and we spooned
until his dick woke up again.

"May I?" he asked.

"Can't believe you're asking," I said.  "My body is yours, for your
pleasure. Use me, my love."

And he did.  This time he lasted for almost an hour.  I loved, and love,
making love with Jim.  He feels so wonderful in me.  I can feel his love
more strongly when we're one like that.

Anyway, he made love to me for an hour, licking and kissing my neck,
occasionally kissing, always gently rubbing my nipples, my dick and balls,
all over me. Just gentle touching and rubbing, wanting to make it last.
Finally, neither of us could wait any longer .  He pulled out, flipped me
on my back, and shoved right back in.  Once again, he sucked me into his
mouth, and brought us both off at the same time.

When the euphoria had worn off, he spooned up behind me again, inside me,
like I prefer, and we drifted off to sleep.

Sure enough, the following morning, Mrs. Mason looked at us with a funny,
knowing smile.  I could have died, but Jim took it all in stride.

We visited for a while, but, Jim and I had to get back to Carrboro, so, we
packed up the car, called my mom to let her know we were leaving, and we
were gone. Our first family holiday since getting married, and everything
went fine. Our dads were finally accepting of our life completely, even to
the point of hugging both of us when we arrived, and as we left.  I finally
felt secure.

We stopped in Greensboro at Four Seasons Mall to do some Christmas
shopping.  I made a mental note to myself to stay as far away from a retail
store as possible on the day after Thanksgiving for the rest of my life!  I
couldn't believe the people, not just the number, but how vicious some of
them were!  I mean fighting over kids toys for gosh sakes.  Jim felt the
same way.  We didn't stay too long but did manage to put a BIG dent in our
Christmas list.

When we got home, we decided to call Marc to see how he was.  We got his
brother, who told us that Marc had picked up a shift for someone and
wouldn't be in until Saturday night.  We asked him to have Marc give us a
call when he got in.

Saturday morning, we hit K-Mart and Roses (yes, there were STILL Roses
stores back then!  My, how time flies!) to get decorations for our tree and
for the front porch.  Jim decided that we were going to have a bright
Christmas. He wound up putting lights up all over the porch and the bushes.
Our power bill went through the roof, but it made him so happy.

We stopped at a lot and picked up our first Christmas tree (well, as a
married couple anyway).  We both thought it was beautiful, if a bit too
expensive, but we bought the kind you could plant in the yard after
Christmas.  As far as I know, that tree is still there in the front yard,
near the street.

We spent the afternoon decorating.  While I was helping Jim with the lights
on the porch, I left the front door open with the storm door closed so we
could hear the phone when Marc called.  We had run over to the Hallmark
shop at South Square Mall to get an 'Our First Christmas' ornament.  It
showed a male and female bear, but hey, it still said 'First Christmas'. I
was happy.

Our tree was gorgeous.  We had white lights together with gold and blue
ornaments in glass and satin.  We took pictures of everything.  I still
think it was one of the prettiest trees we've ever had.

Marc finally called around 6, we invited him over for the evening and
church the following morning.  He accepted, and he pulled up about 7:30
PM. We ordered out pizza, and just sat around visiting.  He had met a nice
guy at the grocery store, near his house, on the Tuesday before
Thanksgiving.  They had talked a little and exchanged phone numbers.  Steve
was not expected back until Sunday afternoon, and they planned to have
dinner that night.  We told Marc how excited we were for him.

We finally got to bed, and, as usual on a Saturday night (or any night at
that point in our lives) we made love.  Just like Thursday night at his
parents, Jim made love to me twice without pulling out.  And, just like
Friday morning, Sunday morning Marc made a sidewise comment about the
noise.  I just looked at Jim and smiled.

We had made a habit of attending Olin T Binkley Baptist Church.  While
there were some folks that didn't approve of us, there were others that
accepted us with open arms.  We really loved, and still love that church.

Marc came back to the house for lunch, and stayed until about 2:30, when he
left to go home and get ready for his date.  We both jumped right into
studying. Finals were coming in two weeks and we both had papers and
projects due.

Before we knew it, finals were over, and Christmas was only four days away.
Marc and Steve had been on several dates already, and, because of our
example, Marc told Steve he wanted to wait before they became intimate.
Steve thought it was a good idea.  Our opinion of him went up immediately.

Steve was a really nice guy, average height, brown hair, and green eyes.
He was fairly muscular since he worked out regularly.  He worked for a
property development company in Raleigh.  At 24, he was secure in his job,
and already buying a house of his own.  He lived alone, except for his cat.
He had been in a pretty involved relationship, but the guy graduated from
college, and decided the money he could make in New York was more valuable
than his relationship with Steve.  Their relationship had ended a little
over a year ago, and Steve had dated some, but didn't care for the gay
disco scene in the triangle area.

Needless to say, Jim and I really liked him, and it was obvious that Marc
liked him too.  I seem to remember that same look, when I used to look at
Jim.  He had it bad, and we couldn't be happier for the two of them.

We had invited them to the Christmas party we were hosting and they showed
up early to help us get ready.  Steve was a natural host, witty, charming,
and intelligent.  Marc could hardly keep away from him.  He told me
privately that he was scared Steven might meet someone he liked better.  I
told Marc to chill out because, if he started acting possessive and
jealous, he would drive Steve away.

A few minutes later, Steve said almost the same thing to me.  I know he was
initially offended when I laughed but when I finally calmed down, and
explained that Marc had just said the same thing to me, he actually
blushed.

"You mean he really likes me that much?"  Steve asked.

"Yes, Steve.  I've only known Marc since June, but I've never seen him act
like this about anybody.  I see the way he looks at you, and I see the way
you look at him.  Both of you have it bad," I said.

"Thanks, Tim," Steve said.  "I needed to hear that.  When Bruce left me, it
really hurt my self image.  I try not to let other people see how I really
feel about myself, especially the people I like.  Actually, I've only dated
two or three people since Bruce, and I didn't like any of them like I do
Marc.  He makes me feel safe, and happy, and crazy, and...I don't know.  I
just like being around him."

"I know, Steve," I said.  "We like Marc a lot too, and we enjoy spending
time with him.  Jim and I talked about the two of you last night, and we
already realized how good you two are together.  I just hope you're serious
about your decision to wait to be intimate.  Jim and I waited for over a
year, and man, was it worth it!  Our honeymoon was special for a lot of
reasons, but, knowing that we had waited, that made it 'really' special."

"Well, unfortunately, Marc won't be my first, but I won't be his first
either."

"But, waiting until you're sure will do a lot for your self image.  You'll
know that it was worth the wait, and if for some reason that I can't
possibly fathom, the two of you don't make it, you'll feel better for not
having given that special part of yourself to someone who no longer cares
for you."

"How did someone so young get to be so wise?" he asked me.

"Good raising," I replied.

He leaned over, and gave me a big hug.  "Thanks for being a friend, Tim. I
really appreciate it."

I hugged him back and said, "Think nothing of it.  Jim and I feel really
blessed to call you our friend as well.  Now, I think you and Marc may need
a few minutes alone, don't you agree?"

He just grinned at me and said, "Yeah, I guess I need to let him know that
if he wants me, I'm his, and nobody else's."

He turned and walked into the living room, whispered in Marcs ear, and they
headed for the guest bedroom.  They were only gone about 20 minutes, but
when they came out, they were both beaming like sunshine.  Ahhh, the
beginning of love is grand!!

The party was wonderful.  Just twenty or thirty of our friends from school
attended along with a few of the more open minded friends from church.  All
in all, it was a wonderful evening.

At one point, Marc pulled me into my bedroom shut the door, and gave me a
big hug.

"Thank you, Tim!" he was beaming.

"You're welcome, Marc.  I'm just glad the two of you got that straightened
out."

"Me too!  It was such a relief.  I really do care about him a lot.  In
fact, I'm pretty sure I'm falling in love with him."

"No!!  You???"  I mocked him, laughingly.

"Yes, me!  And it's wonderful.  I never knew I could feel like this.  I
feel like I'm walking on clouds."

"It shows, Marc.  It shows!"

We went back to the party, and Jim asked me what was going on.  Young
Love!, I told him.  He smiled, kissed me on the cheek, then dragged me
under the mistletoe and gave me a proper kiss.  Every one standing around
us started making silly comments, because Jim was making me see stars, as
usual.  When he finally let me up for breath, all I could say was, "WOW!"
The folks around us just laughed.

The party finally wound down, and we invited Marc and Steve to spend the
night.

"I'd better not do that," Steve said.

"Why?" asked Jim.

"I made a promise to Marc and myself that we would wait.  I'm so in love
tonight, and I feel so wonderful, that I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to
control myself. I want our first time to be special, and while it would be
special tonight, it's not the right time yet," he said.

"Steve," Marc said, "I couldn't have put it better.  I really do love you,
you know."

Steve blushed, looked at Marc with a sweet puppy dog look, and said, "I
know. And I love you too, Marc."

Jim looked at Marc, then Steve, and said, "Uh, Steve.  Your, uh, object of
affection is, uh, standing under the mistletoe."

Steve and Marc both looked up, and, sure enough, he was.  Steve just
grinned and laid a serious kiss on Marc.  I could tell from their
expressions that both of them had seen stars.

"Well, we don't want to be contributing to anybody's delinquency, so, you
two had better scoot," I said.

"Trying to get rid of us are you?" Marc asked.

"Never!" said Jim.  "But, we're leaving for home tomorrow, and you've got a
10 AM flight don't you?"

"You know my schedule too well," Marc replied.

"What are you guys doing for New Years?" Steve asked.

"We were just going to go out for dinner," I said.

"How about the two of you coming over for the evening.  I've got something
special I'd like you to be a part of."

"Does that invitation include me?" Marc asked.

"Actually, my love, you're the reason I want them there."

"Huh?" Marc asked.

Steve dropped down on one knee, took Marc's hand and said; "I know we
haven't known each other very long, and until tonight, I wasn't really sure
of our relationship, but I was hoping you cared for me as much as I care
for you.  And this much I do know, I love you with every fiber of my being.
When you're with me, I can't think of anything else.  When you're not with
me, I can only think of you.  At work, I get lost in thought about you,
your laugh, your smile, how beautiful you are to me, how I feel complete
when I'm with you.  I need you in my life.  I want you in my life.  I was
hoping that we would settle how we felt about each other tonight."  He
kissed Marc's hand and said, "Will you be my life partner?"

And with that question, he pulled a small box out of his pocket and opened
it up.  There was a beautiful monogram ring, but with no monogram.

"If you agree, I'll have the ring engraved with our initials intertwined,"
he said.

Marc looked like he was about to cry.  He dropped to his knees, pulled
Steve into a big hug and said, "Yes, Steve, it would be my honor to be your
life's partner. I love you!"

They kissed again.

"I want us to be together as soon as possible, so, if you're interested, I
thought we could have our own commitment ceremony on New Year's Eve," said
Steve.

"I can think of nothing I'd rather do," said Marc.

"Timmy, Jim, will you stand with us?" Steve asked.

"Nothing would please us better," Jim said for us.

"I've got some things to get planned, but I'll get in touch with you just
after Christmas with the details, if that's ok."

"Steve, if there's anything we can do to help, let us know," I said.
"We're so happy and excited for the two of you."

Jim walked up behind, put his arms around me, kissed me on the neck and
said, "I love you, Timothy Parson."

"And I you, Jim Parson."

I turned in his embrace so that we were facing each other, and I kissed my
partner, my lover, my best friend.  This was going to be a wonderful
Christmas.  And with the celebration I figured Steve had planned, I knew
the New Year was looking
up as well.

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Well, that's all for now, folks.  Hope you have a wonderful holiday season.
Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Happy Holidays, and Happy Kwanza to you all.
TJ