Date: Thu, 14 Jan 2016 21:29:41 -0800
From: Douglas DD DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: Rough Edges  Chapter 42

The boys from Phil and Larry's past come together as men to watch their
old friends get married. Troy's son Chase finds a friend to play around with.

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CHAPTER 42
TO LOVE AND TO CHERISH

<Noah McCall>

I can't believe that the coaches are taking the plunge and actually getting
officially married. They will be husband and husband, although I'm sure one
of them will in some way be the wife. Eric and I love speculating which one
that is, but I am keeping that discussion between the two of us.

I've known Coach Sanders since I was on the middle school JV team in
sixth grade. I was a little eleven-year-old who played some second base, a
little bit of outfield, and rode the pine.

That's not as bad as it sounds—Coach Sanders was more than fair in
playing everybody. His philosophy was that the JV team was a
developmental team and nobody was going to fully develop unless he
plays. Not every coach in the league felt that way. It says a lot about the
coaching of Coach Sanders and the playing of the Mayfield Titans that we
ended up winning the JV league championship.

It was around the middle of sixth grade that Eric moved to Mayfield. We
became teammates when baseball started as well as friends. But the move
to us being boyfriends took a bit longer. Eric and Scott broke up as
boyfriends, but not as friends, after Scott discovered girls. I lost my first
boyfriend, Bobby, when he died after banging his head on the pavement in
a bicycle accident. By the end of eighth grade, Eric and I were an item, as
they say in the tabloids.

Coach Miller came into my life after our Go to State organization picked
him as our summer coach. Yes, the players picked the coach, with the
understanding that in matters of running the team he was the boss. We
kids, however, ran the organization.

In high school there were an inordinate number of gay boys in the baseball
program, at least if you believe the numbers saying what percentage of the
population is gay. Coach Sanders and Coach Miller were a tremendous
help for us. They had been there as high school students and had walked
the walk, which made us more willing to listen to them talk the talk.

And now, after a lot of pestering and prodding, the coaches were getting
married. Eric and I were early arrivals to the church and found ourselves a
seat in the third row next to Mike the Donkey and Ryan the Dawg, another
pair of gay alums. Those two helped lead the way for the rest of the gay
boys in the program.

"What changed their minds?" Mike asked us, referring to the coaches. Even
though they had been boyfriends since middle school, and partners since
leaving college, they had never taken the plunge into matrimony. Mind you,
marriage in Washington has been legal for only a couple of years, but they
seemed content to ignore it.

Their excuse was Coach Sanders teaching in a small town high school. Of
course we alums called bullshit on that, as did some of the active players. I
mean the two coaches were in an obvious gay relationship, so taking the
next step shouldn't have been an issue at all.

"I think it was a lot of it was us telling them they should shit or get off the
pot," Eric said. "They've been our role models since we learned what being
gay was, and it was time to lead us to the next level."

Eric and I have already planned to get married once we graduate from
college. Mike and Ryan were getting married in a couple of months. Marty
and Rich have announced their wedding, which is amazing considering
Marty will surely be drafted by a Major League baseball team next June.
While there are some other gay pairs, nobody else has come out and said
they were taking the plunge.

The church was filling up, not only with alumni, but with players and
students from the high school. Many of the high school faculty were
attending, as well as members of the school administration and the school
board. I saw many old teammates and friends like Kevin, Kraig, Lars,
Hunter, Collin, Blaine, and countless others.

I was pleased to see a lot of regular Mayfield citizens as well, mostly
parents of baseball players. There were a lot of people I didn't recognize. I
deduced that they were friends of the groom and the groom. There were
even some younger children attending.

The day was a beautiful, sunny Saturday in August, perfect for an outdoor
wedding. Eric and I thought that holding the wedding on the high school
baseball field would have been perfect. But, since nobody asked us, here
we were sitting on a pew in a church. At least the pew was cushioned and
the building was cooled by a heat pump. As Eric said, no matter where the
wedding was being held, it would be perfect for the coaches, and therefore
for us.

Eric and I had already agreed that we would be married on a baseball field.
Baseball is what brought us together. It was on the Mayfield high school
baseball field that we had danced naked in the night, declaring our love for
each other. Maybe the coaches not getting married on a ball field was
meant to be—it would just make it that much more exceptional for us.

<Phil Miller>

My trip to California with Larry and his family was beyond my wildest
dreams. While we did Disneyland and Magic Mountain, there was so much
more to it than just amusement parks. There was a game between the
Cubs and the Dodgers at Dodger Stadium. There were afternoons soaking
in the sun on warm beaches. There were the dinosaurs at the Museum of
Natural History. There was a train trip to San Diego and back, with a visit to
the San Diego Zoo. Was there time for sex between Larry and me? Oh, hell
yes!

Of course, there had been Larry's thirteenth birthday party and sleepover
before we left. The Wonkeys were there along with Carter Billings from our
baseball team. Devon was there as well, and it was on this night that we
simply made him a member of the Wonkeys, much to his delight.

Carter was really cool about our sex stuff. Of course, we had warned him
that sometimes sex broke out at our parties. He said that his school friends
were not afraid of messing around. We didn't go any farther than mutual
masturbation that night, but hey, fun is fun. In fact I jerked off Carter.

"Do you guys ever suck each other?" Carter asked as we sat on the floor of
Larry's bedroom playing with each other's cocks.

"Yeah. Some guys even go farther," I replied.

"No shit?"

"No shit."

"Damn, have you done it?"

"Not yet, but I plan to," I told him.

"For real?"

"Yep."

"Fuck, you guys are all so cool. I've sucked my friend Avery's cock and he's
sucked mine, but we never even talked about doing each other's butts."

"Are you going to?"

"Might as well. I mean, if you guys all do it, it can't be totally gay. Unless
everybody here is gay."

"Everybody here is not gay," I said honestly. Carter would learn at a later
time, that while everybody wasn't gay, some of us were gay. He would
have no problem with that, and sucked our cocks anyway. Like I said,
Carter was cool.

We quit talking for a while as we concentrated on each other's boy tools.
Finally he asked me if we weren't doing more than jerking each other off
because the "little kid" was here. He was referring to ten-year-old Devon.

"Hell, the little kid isn't a virgin," I told him.

"Holy shit, how old is he?"

"Ten."

"Damn, I didn't even know how to jerk off when I was ten."

If I were to tell you that Carter would get his first fuck before the summer
was over, and that it would be with the little horn dog Devon, I would be
telling you the truth.

"Devon is no horn dog," Q observed on the day it happened. "He's just a
little slut."

The birthday party, with Devon being so much hornier than his older
brother, Ben, and the overall sexiness of the Wonkeys, and Carter being
more than willing to play sexually, were favorite topics of conversation
during the trip to get Larry and me horny—and this was before Carter did
his thing with Devon.

The big conversation on the trip, however, was what Larry and I wanted to
do with each other. Maybe it is better to phrase that as to what I wanted to
do with Larry. For all of Larry's acceptance of going all the way with me, I
could feel his feet dragging when I broached the subject.

"Larry, we said we were gonna do it when we got back home," I reminded
him.

"I know," he replied, "and we will...like maybe after I'm fourteen."

"Larry, don't be a pussy."

"Why not? You want to fuck my pussy."

I was about to tell him he had an asshole and not a pussy when I saw the
glint in his eyes and the cute little grin on his face. "Yeah, I want to fuck
your boy pussy," I told him. Of course, I found out later that calling a
fuckable ass a boy pussy was common, but we didn't know that at the time.

"Mom works Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday..."

"I know," I interrupted. "First week we're back we do it."

"Will I get to do yours? I mean everybody says it hurts to start, and we're
going to have to hurt together."

"No offense, but it's kind of hard to fuck each other at the same time. I
mean it's not like doing a sixty-nine or something."

"Silly boy, I didn't mean it that way. It's just I want to do you, too."

"We said we'd do it both ways. You gotta trust me on that."

"I trust you, Phil. I'm just nervous is all."

"Don't get nervous until we get home. I'm more nervous about the Twisted
Colossus at Magic Mountain."

"It will be so much fun to hear you scream like a girl," Larry chortled.

"Speak for yourself...pussy."

<Larry Sanders>

The groom isn't supposed to see the bride before the wedding ceremony.
Phil and I decided that applied to the groom seeing the groom as well. Phil
took it so seriously that he spent the night in Centralia at the Best Western
he stays at when his work required him to stay overnight.

We also agreed that we would be heading to Seaside, Oregon for a four-
night, semi-honeymoon stay. Our big honeymoon would be a Caribbean
cruise in January. I had six days personal leave accumulated, plenty of
time for a week-long cruise. Phil would be using vacation time. I had no
qualms about leaving my class to a substitute for a week. Nate Burns, a
retired math teacher from Kentburg, would be taking my class and he was
good.

Phil and I were cozying up on the couch one evening a week before the big
day. "There's going to be a surprising number of people at the wedding,"
Phil said.

"Why do you say surprising? It sounds like you weren't expecting anybody."

"It's not that. I was expecting players and alumni...old friends and co-
workers...maybe some of your students. It appears a lot of members of the
community plan to show."

"I am assuming that is a good thing."

Phil squeezed my right shoulder with his right arm. "So am I, but there are
members of the community who are pretty negative about our relationship."

"You know what I have to say about that, don't you?"

"Yes, I do...fuck `em!"

I kissed his check. "Mind reader."

"I've known you long enough—I should be able to read you."

"Can you read who I want to see be the bottom on our wedding night?" We
would be spending that night at a hotel in Portland. We'd head for Seaside
the next morning.

"You would like to see me," Phil grinned. "But, it really should be you."

"And you think this because?"

"I think this because I want your boy pussy."

"Shouldn't it be referred to as a man pussy by now?"

"You will always be my boy."

This time I gave him a squeeze. "Let me say this. We only have two first
times. We have the day at my house when we first did it as first time
number one."

"And your boy pussy worked just fine," Phil reminded me.

"For a rookie. Anyway, my point is, you were the top our first time, so in all
fairness it should be me our first time as a married couple."

Phil chuckled. "Larry, that first time was over twenty-five years ago. You've
been waiting this long for your chance?"

"I didn't even think about it until today. But, even after a quarter of a
century, fair is fair."

"And if I refuse to bottom?"

"Then I may have to spank you."

"Damn you're getting feisty in your old age. I may just have to take you up
on that one." Phil squeezed my erect member. "Hmm...getting horny in
your old age, too."

"And your answer is?" I wanted a quick answer—it was time for the two of
us to mess up the sheets of our bed.

"I think I can handle being bottom for a night—been there done that. It just
makes me happy we didn't opt for cock rings as our wedding rings."

"You are incorrigible."

"I was when we were eleven. Why should that change now?"

We made our way to the bedroom. We needed to have our fun tonight,
because we had company arriving tomorrow which included two
rambunctious preteen boys.

<Quinn Baxter>

Larry and Phil were right outside the security doors when we arrived at the
Portland airport. Max and Jacob all but leaped on them, yelling, "Uncle Phil!
Uncle Larry!" Larry and Phil looked equally happy to see the boys. They
managed to shake them off to give me a big hug as well.

When we were invited to leave the heat and humidity of Houston for a visit
to Mayfield, Washington, the thought of us attending a wedding was far
from our minds. I was more than pleased that my two old friends had finally
agreed to tie the knot.

I had been worried about how to explain two men getting married to my
sons, but the world is now a bit more sophisticated than when I was their
age.

"Uncle Phil and Uncle Larry are getting married because they're gay," my
twelve-year-old son Jacob said matter-of-factly when I told the boys we
would be attending their wedding.

"Being gay means a man loves a man," Max explained to me as if I didn't
know.

"It's cool that they're getting married," Jacob said. "It's going to be a fun
visit."

I decided that if they knew this much about the world, I probably should
explain that there is sex involved. I'd already had some birds and bees
chats with the boys. Jacob got more out of them than Max, which shouldn't
surprise anybody since the older boy is rapidly approaching puberty.

But before I could get anything out, Jacob calmly explained that since they
were gay that meant they not only loved each other, they liked to have sex
with each other. "Some people think it's bad to do that, but I don't think it is.
Do you think it is dad?"

Oh, if he only knew what I was doing when I was eleven and twelve, I
thought. Which right away made me wonder what he was doing at age
twelve. I didn't know what to think about it. Jake was an athletic,
handsome, popular boy. Hell, let's face it, with his longish dirty blond hair
and light sprinkling of freckles on his cheeks he was cuter than hell, and I
wasn't the only one who held that opinion.

"I don't see anything wrong with it at all. Sex is a very important thing for
people who love each other." I made a mental note to expand my birds and
bees talk to include boys experimenting with each other sexually. I was
doing anal sex at twelve, so who knows what these boys were thinking.

I was going to give him the abstention talk, just like I had with straight sex,
along with the taking precautions talk just in case the first talk didn't grab
hold. I wondered what I would have done if my father had told me not to let
myself get fucked up the ass. I think I would have died of embarrassment. It
was bad enough to have my dad give the details on cocks and cunts.

The drive north from Portland to Mayfield was a noisy but enjoyable one.
The boys wanted their "uncles" to hear all about their school and sports
accomplishments as well as ask them all about what it was like to be
getting married. At first Larry, Phil, and I tried to get some adult talk in, but
we silently agreed that it would be futile to try to slow down the boys. We
knew we'd get our chance to talk in the evening after putting the boys to
bed.

Phil and Larry have a big house with a wonderfully welcoming feeling to it.
They had set up their two spare bedrooms for us. The boys would be
sharing a bed, but they had done it before. This was a king-size bed, which
would give them plenty of room. I had a king for myself as well.

The evening went as planned as the boys ran out of energy and headed for
bed without protest. As much as they wanted to hang with the adults, the
sandman convinced them to head to bed. A combination of jetlag and a
long, busy day did them in.

My old friends and I had a great evening together. We were all pleased that
Daniel would be performing the wedding ceremony. He'd had to endure
some controversy when he and Devon got married. His congregation was
fully aware of Daniel's sexual orientation when they hired him, but many of
them became uncomfortable with his getting married to another man.
However, Daniel was liked and respected by most of the congregation and
appeared to be weathering the storm.

I was completely happy for my old friends. I can't say I saw this coming
back in our teen years. None of us had even the slightest inkling that gays
would someday be able to legally marry. I was ready for the ceremony and
the celebration this weekend.

<Jacob Baxter>

I was happy that Max was a little brother who could keep his mouth shut. I
knew that dad would be mad if he knew what I was doing to him right now.
But Max liked getting his dick sucked and said he would never tell.

He liked sucking mine too, but he wasn't as good as my friend Sonny
Wheeler. He was getting better at it though and just finished sucking me
real good.

I wish I could ask Uncle Phil and Uncle Larry what it was like being gay. I
sometimes wonder if I am gay. I bet my dad never did stuff like I did when I
was eleven, and I sure won't tell him that I like sucking guy's dicks.

Now that I know more about butt stuff and can tell Sonny what my dad said
about it, I'm going to see if Sonny wants to try it after I get back to Houston.

Max is only nine but he likes messing around. I never did anything when I
was nine, but I didn't have a big brother to teach me. Sonny and I started
learning stuff when we were almost eleven. We mess around with other
guys sometimes, but we like doing it with each other best. I can't wait to
see what fucking butts is all about.

Sex is fun.

<Troy Miller>

I didn't know Phil's friends all that well when we were kids. After all, I was in
high school when they were in middle school. The only friend of his I was
close to was Larry, who was about to become my brother-in-law. I was able
to get Thursday and Friday off so I could meet their friend Quinn and soak
in some of the wedding preliminaries.

I've always been proud of how far Phil ended up going in life. He could
have just as easily ended up in the same gutter as my other brother
Keegan, but with the help of friends like Quinn and the Wonkeys, a
boyfriend who allowed him to accept his sexual orientation, and a stubborn
desire to succeed along with that boyfriend's parents, Phil has made his life
a successful and happy one.
Phil and I talked early on about whether we should attempt to invite Keegan
to the wedding but, in the end, Phil decided against it. Right now, sadly,
neither of us have any idea where he is. How and when he will ever find out
that Phil and Larry are married is anybody's guess.
I took my son, Chase, with me. He begged to go so he could see his Uncle
Phil marry his soon-to-be Uncle Larry. He was even more excited about
going when he learned that Quinn had two sons close to his age. We
stayed at the Mayfield Inn, which is just outside of town on the main
highway. Quinn and his sons had taken up the available guest space at
Phil's house, which was fine with me. They'd come a long distance and
were staying almost a week.

It turned out that Chase and Quinn's boys hit it off and quickly became
inseparable. I noticed that Chase and Quinn's older son, Jacob, became
particularly close. I knew they enjoyed the same sports and a lot of the
same games and activities. They were both bright, outgoing boys, and only
a few months apart in age, so it seemed natural that they would hit it off.

In fact, they hit it off to the point that Chase and Jacob rigged the game to
where Jacob would be spending the two nights at Larry and Phil's house
rather than with me at the hotel. So much for my father-and-son outing, but
I loved seeing my boy being happy and making friends.

<Chase Miller>

Jacob was one hot dude. I mean he was cute and sexy. I know I'm just
eleven, but me and my friends know all about sex with guys. We never
spend a night together without doing some sex stuff unless we are totally
tired. Plus, he's also a totally awesome dude. He and my friends would get
totally along with each other.

By dinner time we got my dad and uncles to let me spend the night. Max,
who's cute for a little boy, said he would sleep on the couch in the sun
room, so Jacob and I could share the bed.

"I know what you're gonna do, too," Max smiled.

"And you know that how?" I asked.

"Because I do."

That sounded interesting to me. I guess Max might be a little boy, but he
had a clue about what went on during overnights. I knew he was right
because by the end of the afternoon, Jacob and I had learned a lot about
each other. I know we went fast, but we didn't have much time and we
would probably never see each other again. So both of us figured it didn't
hurt to find out if the other guy messed around. I mean, Jacob and I were
not shy dudes at all.

After me and Jacob told the dads and uncles good night and took care of
all of the things they keep telling us to take care of before going to bed (like
brushing and flossing and washing and that kind of stuff) we stripped down
to our undies. Jacob had a really nice body. It was because he played
soccer, and basketball, and baseball, just like me. I had a nice body, too.

"Are we gonna sleep in our undies?" Jacob asked.

"I don't have anything else to sleep in," I told him, hoping this was going
where I thought it was going.

"I do," Jacob giggled. "I got my birthday suit." He pulled off his green boxer
briefs and I was happy that things were going right where I thought.

I found out that Jacob knew a lot about sex, and he was really good at
doing it.

"I've never fucked, though," he confessed.

"Me either." That would stay the same after our two nights together. We
were willing to be kind of naughty with adults just down the hall from us, but
we weren't ready to go all the way. We didn't think we knew each other
good enough. But if we lived close to each other, I wouldn't mind doing my
first time with him.

What we did do during the two nights was jerk each other off and dry hump
each other, and suck each other's cocks. We made out and kissed a lot,
too. Jacob is an awesome kisser. We each had five orgasms for the two
nights—it was fucking awesome, only without the fucks, LOL. And he
cuddled up naked with me better than any of my friends at home.

"I guess you and Max do this," I said when we were resting once.

"Yeah. Max is an ace cuddler and not bad at giving blow jobs."

"I wish I was staying around longer so all three of us could mess around."
Jacob said he wished the same thing.

It was pretty cool to watch him shoot out his drops of cum. His wasn't the
first I've seen and I always have fun watching a guy shoot. I wasn't
shooting yet. Neither of us have any hair either. But we sure liked sex. I
liked what Jacob said: "Sex is fun."

++++++++++++++++++++

<Eric Simmons>

The wedding was beautiful. The coaches both wore tuxedos. Coach Miller's
brother was his best man and a guy named Quinn Baxter was the best man
for Coach Sanders. They were best friends going back to elementary
school. Another best friend was the minister who performed the wedding
ceremony. While I didn't cry or anything like that, I confessed to Noah
afterwards that I did get choked up some. He said he did, too.

Watching the coaches get married made Noah and me realize how much
we wanted to follow them. I think it really helped our state of mind that they
led the way to marriage, just like they led the way to a lot of things in our
lives.

<Marty Carlson>

It was so great that the coaches decided to get married. It made me feel
good all over. I was proud to be an usher for the wedding. Eric, Noah, and
Connor, Korey, and Chandler were also ushers. The church ended up
being full, so it was good that there were a lot of us. The wedding made me
even more eager to marry Rich.

<Chandler Ecklund>

I felt good all decked out in my suit and taking the guests to their seats. I
was honored to be one of the ushers along with Korey. While there were
lots of cute gay guys at the wedding there were also lots of cute straight
guys. I'm talking about cute guys from eleven or twelve right up to the age
of the coaches, whom I've always thought were a couple of hot dudes. Of
course the guy I looked at the most was Korey—he's my boy. I guess I
could say he's my man.

Will the two of us ever get married? Fuck if I know—we just graduated from
high school a few weeks ago. But if we hang together long enough I'd
marry him in a nanosecond. I sure as shit won't wait as long as the
coaches did—but then, times are different now.

<Jeffrey Bednarzyk>

I made sure Marty was the usher who would take me and Nicky to our
seats. He was so professional—didn't even give me a hug. But I knew what
to expect since he told me last night. Oh well, I got way more than a hug
last night, from him and Rich and Nicky. Yep, it was the four of us and it
was a great night. We even managed to get enough sleep to stay awake
for the wedding. I can't believe that next baseball season I will be playing
for the only gay married coach in the state—at least as far as we can figure
out.

You can't believe what a special day this is. What's really special is all the
teachers and parents who are here to watch the wedding. I think that tells
everybody how special Coach Miller and Coach Sanders are. It sure tells a
lot more than the two assholes out on the sidewalk holding a sign letting
everybody know that gays are all going to hell. If you ask me, those guys
are going to hell for being ass waffles first class.

<Chase Miller>

I watched as my Uncle Phil walked to the altar with my dad from one side
of the church and my Uncle Larry came with his friend Mr. Baxter from the
other side. Uncle Larry would be my official uncle really soon and I was
excited.

I've only been to a couple of weddings, and none of them was two gay
guys being married. I felt grown up thinking how I did some of the same
things in their house that they do—like giving and getting a blow job. My
dad says boys having sex with each other doesn't mean they're gay. I say I
don't care what it means, sex is fun. So there.

<George Bednarzyk>

The Town of Mayfield has certainly changed over the years. Not many
small towns could have handled having boys who were out as gay on their
athletic teams. Maybe the fact that those boys have won three state
championships in baseball has something to do with their acceptance. I can
almost hear the bitching that would have ensued if those boys had played
for losing teams.

But even more significant is the two gay coaches standing at the altar and
the fact that a lot of the movers and shakers of the town are here. The
mayor is here as is most of the town council. The superintendent of schools
is here along with the president of the school board and the principals of all
four schools in town. I don't know if being president of the school booster
club makes me a mover and shaker, but I am here. I've always had a lot of
personal interest in the athletic programs of Mayfield.

The owners of the major businesses are here, and almost every member,
both male and female, of the letterman's club is here. It says a lot about
this town that they are showing their support for the two men standing at
the altar ready to be married.

<Daniel Turner>

I looked at the two men who have been my friends for a quarter of a
century. I've never been more honored to enter a couple into holy
matrimony in all of my years in the ministry. It was a very special day for
me and for everyone in the church.

<Phil Miller>

How many grooms get married by a minister with whom he'd shared blow
jobs when they were kids? That was the thought that went through my
head when Daniel asked the question I was waiting for. Everybody knew
what my answer would be.

"I do."

<Larry Sanders>

Even in middle age, Daniel was still tall and lanky. I was sure his junk was
still long and thin—I remember always thinking that he had a beautiful cock.
I quickly focused my attention back on what Daniel was saying and on the
man I love. After he said he would do all of the things Daniel asked him to
do, came the question I was waiting for. My answer, of course, was "I do."

Daniel pronounced us husbands, we kissed in front of the full church that
was mostly straight, and walked down the aisle to the music of
Mendelssohn.

++++++++++++++++++++

<Phil Miller>

It was great to see all of the old Wonkeys at our wedding. Q and Daniel
were part of the ceremony, of course. I thought about all of our good times
as kids as the Wonkeys came through the reception line.

Tyson was there with his wife Tanya. He was now the head football coach
at Boise State University. Tyson had played division one football, but was,
as he put it, "a few pounds too light and a few seconds too slow" to play in
the pros. Instead he took his love for the game into the coaching
profession. He had two pre-teen daughters who were in Tacoma with
Tanya's parents.

"Great job, you guys," he said. "I've always looked up to you."

"For real?" Larry asked.

"Yeah—you two almost always seemed to be grounded and you knew what
you wanted." He gave me a quick smile. "And when you didn't, you always
figured things out."

After a few more well-wishers I saw Perry. He no longer sported a crop of
unruly red hair. Instead his head was shaved and smooth as a billiard ball.
Perry was a locomotive engineer for the Union Pacific Railroad. He was as
gay as Larry and me, but didn't have a partner. He still liked to play the field
and visit the gay bars and clubs. In spite of his somewhat wild lifestyle, he
didn't drink or drug.

"I love my job," he said, "and I take every part of it seriously." His father had
been an engineer and Perry followed in his footsteps.

He gave us each a big hug. "I envy you guys. You're the best." I believed
him, but I don't know if Perry will ever settle down. Just like when he was
an adolescent, he's still the consummate horn dog.

Jung came with his fourteen-year-old son, the oldest of the Wonkey
offspring. He had his usual big smile as he gave us hugs. Jung was a
computer specialist and lived on Mercer Island. Larry and I visited with him
and his family often. Money was not an issue in Jung's life—his yearly
income was well into six figures, if not touching seven.

After being greeted by Marty and Rich, who told us to be ready for a
wedding during winter break, Ben and his wife greeted us. Ben was a
pediatrician living in the Tri-Cities area of Eastern Washington, and his wife
taught high school. Their two sons, who were nine and six, were with them.

Devon was the last of the Wonkeys to come through the line. He was the
youngest of the group by a couple of years. He was as handsome as an
adult as he had been cute as a pre-teen and gorgeous as a teen. He and
Daniel were long-time partners.
The last two people to come through the receiving line were Scott followed
by Connor. Scott offered a handshake and heartfelt congratulations. Then it
was Connor's turn.
"I love you, Coach," Connor said sincerely as he shook my hand. "Thanks
for everything. And congratula-tions..." Then Connor got a wicked grin on
his face. "...dude."
We shared a passionate hug – and almost a kiss. As I've mentioned
before, Connor has always been one of my favorite bad boys and he and I
still feel a bit of a mutual rebel vibe when we see each other. He's doing
really well and I was proud to have him usher at our wedding.
<Larry Sanders>

After the receiving line finally ended, everybody hit up the buffet line. That
included Mike the Donkey and Ryan the Dawg.

"Telling you in the receiving line that the Dawg and I came to watch you two
become happily married was a lie," Mike grinned as I lined up behind him.

"Oh?"

"I don't know about the Dawg, but I came for the buffet." That was typical
Mike, who was now a high school teacher and coach. He looked at the food
laid out on the table of the church meeting room. "And a fine collection of
food it is, too."

He had shaken our hands in the receiving line. But, in the buffet line he
turned and gave me a big hug. "I hope you know what a special man you
are," he said quietly. "Now the Dawg and I won't be the only pair of grooms
connected with Mayfield baseball."

Of course there were lots of pictures to be taken. Perhaps the best of the
bunch was one of the entire group of Wonkeys. It was our first group
picture since our high school graduation day. This was also the first time
we'd been together as a group since our big orgy at a mountain cabin
during winter break of our sophomore year in college. For some of the
Wonkeys, mainly Tyson, Ben, Q, and Jung, that would be the last time they
would have gay sex—at least if they are to be believed. It was a wild and
wonderful three days in the isolated cabin.

The picture was only the fourth of us as a group. One dated back to when
all of us but Devon graduated from middle school. There was one from our
senior year in high school of course, and the picture of us taken at the
orgy—the only picture in which we were all naked.

+++++++++++++++++++++

<Interlude>

 After the grooms left to the usual fanfare, the guests headed home. The
two protestors had long ago gotten bored and left, so there was nothing to
mar the festivities as Phil and Larry left for Portland where they would
spend their first night as married men before driving down the coast to the
resort town of Seaside.

Everyone agreed it had been a beautiful wedding. Many wondered how
Larry Sanders would be received by his students once the school year
started. Those who attended the wedding all agreed they would back Larry
to the hilt.

Q did not head for home. He had arranged with Larry and Phil to spend
another three days at their home. He would have the use of Phil's crew cab
pickup and would secure the house after his visit was over. What he didn't
take into account was the budding friendship of his son Jacob and Troy's
son Chase.

Chase remained behind when Troy left for Seattle. Eric and Noah said they
would drop Chase off in Seattle the day Q and his sons were scheduled to
leave for Houston. Chandler Ecklund and Korey Corcoran would drive Q
and his sons to the Portland airport in Phil's truck.

"If you even think about putting a dent in my truck you're a pair of doomed
college freshmen," Phil had told Chandler and Korey.

"We'll take better care of it than you would," Chandler replied confidently.

And so the big wedding day ended as Phillip Miller and Larry Sanders
checked into the Mark Spencer hotel in Portland and other couples who
had been at the wedding prepared for their own evenings.

Phil and Larry's first night together as a married couple would bring back
pleasant memories of their youth and remind them how much they had
changed and grown in the quarter century since they'd met and bonded as
boyfriends.

Coming Next: Phil and Lawrence