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Authors: Sean Wolfe

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“Marc,” I stammered, as my cock twitched at the sight of his smooth white skin and pink lips as he licked my cum from his face. “This isn't right.”
“When can we do it again?”
“I don't think ...”
“My folks are gonna be away this weekend. You could come over.”
My head was spinning.
“My wife ...”
“Tell her you're helping me out with ... a plumbing problem. You know, man stuff. Come on, Mr. Frye. It's the neighborly thing to do.”
“Okay,” I gushed, before I realized I was doing it.
“Right on,” Marc said, and stood up to pull up his jeans. He left the stall and I heard the sink running out in the main part of the restroom.
I pulled up my slacks and stumbled out into the restroom. Marc was standing right outside my stall door, and as I exited, he grabbed me by the arms and pinned me against the wall. He leaned in and kissed me deep on the mouth. I could still taste my own cum in his mouth, and my cock swelled again as his tongue tickled my own.
“Saturday, three o'clock. Don't bother knocking. The door will be unlocked. Just come on up to my room. I'll be waiting for you naked on my bed.”
I nodded stupidly and tried to catch my breath. He gave me a quick peck on the mouth, and left the restroom. I stood leaning against the wall, smiling like the fucking Cheshire cat, and waiting for my hard-on to soften.
Then I straightened my tie and left the restroom, and headed back to work.
The Honeymooners
“
I
just don't see the point,” Lee said as he wrapped the fat end of his tie around the skinny end and pulled it through the loop. “I mean, we've been together for ten years, for crying out loud. Why bother?”
I glared at him through the mirror, and resisted the urge to smack him upside the head. “I want to be recognized. Officially.”
“Honey, we have two kids in middle school. We drive a mini van. You're on my insurance and the sole beneficiary of my estate. We even share a hyphenated last name.”
“It's not enough,” I said stubbornly.
“Let's not get into this again,” he said as he sighed deeply and turned around to kiss me. “We are more established and more normal than anyone I know. I just don't see the sense in all this. It'll cost a fortune and there's no real point.”
I followed him out the bedroom door and into the kitchen. The girls had left for school twenty minutes ago, so we were alone.
“The point is, that barbaric cretin we jokingly called our leader for eight years is finally out of office, and he is now the laughing stock of the entire world.”
“Oh, Jesus,” Lee said as he swallowed his vitamins with a glass of orange juice. “Here we go again.”
“Yes, here we go again, Lee,” I said as I wiped up a couple of drops of OJ he'd spilled on the counter. “Our new President has been in office for just over a year, and already he's managed to turn things around. Not only did he single-handedly defeat the constitutional ban, but he convinced the nation ... the entire nation, not just the two coasts ... that we deserve to have all the rights just as opposite sex couples have. We're finally equal.”
Lee kissed me on the lips and walked to the door. “No one is your equal, baby,” he said, and picked up his keys as he opened the door.
“Don't patronize me, Lee,” I said as I tried not to let him see me lick my lips to savor the taste of his own. Even after all these years, just a kiss from him melted my heart and made me shiver. “I want to get married. It's legal now, everywhere, and there's no reason we shouldn't.”
“But there's no reason we should, either,” Lee said through a deep sigh. “We already have all the rights as everyone else.”
“We have the right to be married now, and I want to exercise that right. When women and Blacks were given the right to vote, they voted. Think about what might have happened if they'd been satisfied with just having the right and not exercising it. We have the right to marry, and we should get married. It's our civic responsibility.”
“That's bullshit and you know it,” Lee said. He looked at me sternly for a moment, then softened his expression. “I love you, Bronson. I've committed my life to you, and I couldn't be happier. But this conversation is over.” He walked out the door and locked it behind him, leaving me staring at it from the inside.
 
The next few days were strenuous, to say the least. In front of the girls, Lee and I seemed perfectly natural. They never knew their daddies were arguing. We cooked dinner together, laughed at their jokes, and helped them with their homework. On Wednesday evening we watched a video of their choice after dinner, as was our routine. But once the girls were in bed and Lee and I were alone, it was like Winter had settled into our home. I didn't speak to him at all as we cleaned up and went to bed. I didn't respond to his attempts to get me to laugh. I didn't kiss him good night and I certainly didn't make love with him, as hard as it was to resist his gentle caresses and loving nibbles on my neck.
“You're being a fucking brat about this, you know?” Lee said as he turned around and pulled the blankets up under his chin. “It's very unbecoming.”
“Whatever,” I said, knowing that response pissed him off more than anything. I heard him sigh, and regretted saying it immediately. It wasn't an angry sigh, or a desperate one. It was a sad sigh.
Lee fell asleep fairly quickly, but I tossed and turned for another hour. Was I being a brat? Was I being unreasonable? For the first twenty years of my life I'd denied who I was and repressed the feelings that threatened to burst to the surface at any given moment. I felt bad about myself. I was ashamed. When I came out at twenty-one, I swore to live my life proudly and to fight for justice and equality. I met Lee at a Human Rights Campaign fundraiser, for crying out loud.
The fight grew increasingly more difficult and seemed like a losing battle with Asshole, Jr. in office for the past eight years. But we'd fought hard and persevered, and now we were being rewarded. Legal and nationally recognized gay marriage was a reality. Not domestic partnerships or civil unions, but Gay Marriage! I'd dreamt about it for twenty years, and now it was in my grasp. And I wanted it.
But Lee didn't, and that infuriated me. I knew he loved me, and was dedicated to our life together and with our kids. He'd always been very considerate of me, and supported me in my endeavors. He bought me great birthday and anniversary and Father's Day gifts. So I just didn't get why he was fighting the whole marriage idea. It pissed me off.
The energy it took to stay mad for this long and the exhausting day I'd had at work wore me down, and I eventually gave in to the sleep that had tried for the past hour to settle into my body and mind. And before I knew it, I was asleep.
 
As I awoke the next morning, I rolled over and threw my arms around where Lee should have been. But he wasn't lying next to me, and my arms flopped over his side of the bed. He wasn't in our bathroom or in the study or in the kitchen either. The girls were also gone. I looked at the clock: it was nine-thirty. He hadn't bothered to wake me, and I was now late for work.
“Shit,” I yelled, and ran upstairs to shower and dress as quickly as I could.
 
“Nice of you to join us,” Marcus, my partner in our architectural firm, said as I rushed past the receptionist and into my office.
“Don't start with me this morning, Marcus,” I said as I slammed my briefcase onto my desk and reached for the cup of coffee Marie had set on my desk over two hours ago. “I'm not in the mood. Marie, please get me a fresh cup of coffee,” I yelled to my secretary.
“Okay, well this is a side of you I haven't seen before,” Marcus said.
“Sorry. I've just had a really shitty couple of weeks. My head is killing me, and I slept wrong so I have a crick in my neck.”
“Hmm,” he said, sounding like he didn't believe a word I was saying, and walked to the door. “Lee called about an hour ago. Sounded surprised you weren't here yet.”
“Yeah, well maybe he should've thought about that before leaving this morning without waking me.”
“You two having problems?”
I looked up from my paperwork and raised an eyebrow.
“Forget I asked,” he said, and left my office.
The afternoon dragged on painfully slow, and I accomplished absolutely nothing. At two o'clock a dozen roses were delivered for me, and a note was attached: “I love you more than my Target luggage.” It was a joke between Lee and me, and over the years had become our favorite term of endearment. He always said it to me as a means of apologizing. And even though I was still upset with him and wanted to stay angry, I found myself smiling, and looking forward to getting home to him later that afternoon.
At three o'clock my life changed. I'd noticed a certain energy in the office that I'd not felt before. Every time I looked out at Marie's desk, she was staring in at me, smiling. People were whispering and giggling, but when they walked by the open door to my office, they stopped, and pretended to be working on something very important and top secret.
Even Marcus was acting weird, not talking to me at all, but chatting it up with everyone else in the office, which was definitely not his style.
The grandfather clock in my office struck three, and I looked up at my door. The entire office was crowded around it, staring in at me.
“Am I missing something here?” I asked, with more bite than I'd intended. “Am I growing horns? If my pants were unzipped you wouldn't know it, because I'm sitting down. So what is it?”
Suddenly the group parted, and Lee walked into my office. He was holding another dozen roses in one hand, and held something else behind his back. The smile on his face stretched from one ear to the other.
“Babe?” I said stupidly as I stood. Of course it was him. “What are you doing here? I got your flowers earlier. They're beautiful. You didn't need to bring more.”
“I know I didn't,” he said, and leaned in to kiss me.
I backed away, out of instinct. We were in my office, and although everyone knew Lee, and were completely respectful of our relationship, I wasn't in the practice of public displays of affection.
“But I wanted to,” he continued. “Now sit down,” he said, and pushed me back down into my chair. He knelt between my legs. “I love you, Bronson.”
“I love you, too,” I said uncomfortably, and blushed as I looked beyond Lee and at my staff.
“I mean, I
really
love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”
“Me too,” I said, slower this time.
“Bronson, you are my entire life. I'm not a whole person without you.”
“Lee, are you ...”
He reached forward with the hand that was behind his back, and laid a small black box in my lap.
“Will you marry me, Bronson? Will you live with me and love me and raise our kids with me and share your dreams with me? Forever?”
Tears streamed down my face as my heart raced. I looked at the door, and everyone in the office was smiling and shaking their heads yes. Marie was crying.
“Yes,” I said, and threw my arms around him.
 
To say the wedding was opulent would be an understatement. Charles and Diana would have envied ours. We rented out the ballroom on the 55th floor of the highest priced hotel in town, and I insisted we stay in the Presidential Suite. Asshole, Jr. had stayed in the same room with his Missus all six times he'd come to town during his tenure. The poetic justice was too tempting for me to pass up.
I'd insisted a honeymoon wasn't necessary, but Lee refused to listen. “You wanted a real wedding and a real marriage, so we're gonna do this right and have a real honeymoon,” he said.
“But we've been together a decade. It's not like we're virgins who've waited for this special day to consummate our marriage.”
“We could pretend.” He smiled, and pinched my ass. “We're going on this honeymoon and we're going to have a very special time. We're newlyweds, afterall.”
The six-course dinner was perfect, and the complimentary champagne worked its magic on me. When dinner was finished, Lee held my hand as we walked back to our room. And when we arrived at our door, he lifted me into his arms and carried me over the threshold.
I laughed. “I'm not a woman, you know. You don't need to do this.”
“Oh, I know you're not a woman,” he said, and kissed me. “But I want you to know I love you more than anything in this world. I'm yours forever, and I'm always going to be here for you. I'll carry you, like I'm doing now, when things are tough for you. I'll be your rock. And when I'm feeling down and need your help, I know you'll be there to carry me across the rough waters as well.”
I looked into his eyes and swallowed hard as I fought back tears. “Yes I will.”
Lee laid me on the bed and kissed me passionately. I wrapped my arms around him and held him tight as our tongues danced. Even after ten years together, his kiss made me tremble and caused the hairs on my neck to stand at attention. My cock filled with blood as he moved his tongue from my lips to my neck, and as he ground his hips into mine, I knew I wasn't the only one becoming aroused.
I moaned loudly as he kissed and licked and nibbled on my neck, then worked his way down my throat as he unbuttoned my shirt and tossed it to the floor. My entire body quivered as he bit my nipples and licked his way down my torso and to my bellybutton. I worked out a couple of hours a day, seven days a week, and my six-pack abs never failed to work Lee into a frenzy. Tonight was no exception, and he attacked my navel. He kicked off his shoes and struggled to kick his pants off.
In a matter of seconds, we were both naked and holding each other. Champagne always makes me a little horny, and I'd had three glasses. I rolled Lee over onto his back on the bed, and spread his legs wide as I lowered myself between them.
His cock had always amazed and excited me. Easily a full eight inches long and almost wrist-thick, it was the most magnificent dick I'd ever seen, and I thanked the universe every time I wrapped my lips around it. I pulled back the foreskin, and licked the head. Lee moaned his approval, and I put my lips around it and sucked a few inches into my mouth. Thick veins wrapped across his shaft in every direction, and throbbed as my tongue and lips slid across them.

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