{"sf1_id":136471,"sf2_id":"keN7V5Om","title":"The Wedding","author":"Aleko_87","words":7336,"posted_at":"2010-04-03T23:06:00.000Z","tags":["College","Dalmata","Love","Nude","Wolf","wedding"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/136471-the-wedding","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/keN7V5Om","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=136471\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#1 of The Story of my life","content":"\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"How do I look, Shawn?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I turned to look at the wolf who had spoken.\u0026nbsp; His black fur\n\nwas neatly combed.\u0026nbsp; His gray eyes sparkled as he looked at me with\n\na look of worried expectation.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; He was a hunk but I couldn't tell him that.\u0026nbsp; And it wasn't the\n\npresence of the sales person who was preventing me from telling\n\nhim, either.\u0026nbsp; I had told him how I felt about him once and I almost\n\nlost him as a friend.\u0026nbsp; I would never do that again.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"You look great, Marc,\" I said, trying to force a smile that\n\ncovered up my pain.\u0026nbsp; \"Sherry's a lucky woman.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Marc took a step toward me and put his strong hand on my\n\nshoulder.\u0026nbsp; \"Thanks for being my best man, Shawn,\" he said, softly,\n\nignoring the presence of the sales person.\u0026nbsp; \"You really are my best\n\nfriend.\u0026nbsp; I know that it's going to be hard on you to stand up with\n\nme tomorrow, but I really do appreciate you doing it.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I'm glad you chose me to do it,\" I replied.\u0026nbsp; I took a step\n\naway from him, but he grabbed me by the arm and pulled me into his\n\narms and hugged me.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I love you, Shawn,\" he whispered against my ear.\u0026nbsp; \"Not the\n\nway you need me to, but I do love you.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; My body trembled at his touch and I melted into his warm\n\nstrong arms as I breathed in the aroma of the cologne I had given\n\nhim for Christmas.\u0026nbsp; I wanted to tell him again how much I loved\n\nhim, but I couldn't; not after what had happened the last time.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Marc and I had been thrown together as roommates at the local\n\nuniversity three years before.\u0026nbsp; He had transferred in from another\n\ncity.\u0026nbsp; Having been born and raised in Canton, I had spent my first\n\ntwo years of college at Canton University.\u0026nbsp; We were both in our\n\nJunior year.\u0026nbsp; Of course, I fell in love with him at first sight,\n\nbut didn't dare tell him that I was gay or found him attractive.\n\nMarc loved to come back to our room after a long evening of\n\nstudying and take a hot shower and then lounge around the room\n\neither in a pair of tight bikini underwear or just a towel wrapped\n\naround his muscular waist.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; If he just wore the towel, he'd take it off after getting into\n\nbed and sleep nude.\u0026nbsp; I had an earlier class than he did, so I\n\nusually got up before Marc.\u0026nbsp; Since our room was warm, most mornings\n\nhis cover would have slipped off, exposing his sometimes erect\n\nmember.\u0026nbsp; If he wore his tight briefs, his hard organ would poke out\n\nof the waistband.\u0026nbsp; There weren't many mornings I didn't get to see\n\nit.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I would get up and go to the bathroom for my shower.\u0026nbsp; On most\n\nmornings, he would get up and come into the bathroom to relieve\n\nhimself and sometimes I'd just be getting out of the shower when he\n\ncame in.\u0026nbsp; He never made any move to cover himself up and I was\n\nrelieved that I was always able to enjoy the view of his member\n\nwithout getting a hardon of my own.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; A few weeks before Marc and I graduated, he suggested that\n\nsince we got along so well, that we should rent an apartment\n\ntogether.\u0026nbsp; I had been worrying that I might never see him again\n\nafter graduation, so I jumped at the offer.\u0026nbsp; We found a nice two\n\nbedroom one bath apartment and moved in the week after graduation.\n\nMarc had met Sherry, a very nice dalmata a couple of months after\n\nwe graduated and they hit it off very good.\u0026nbsp; I liked Sherry,\n\nbut was very jealous of their relationship.\u0026nbsp; Marc told me that she\n\nsaid she was a virgin and was saving herself for when she got married.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I never told Marc that I was gay, but after he started dating\n\nSherry, I noticed that he started getting more friendly toward me.\n\nIf I was sitting on the couch watching TV or something, he would\n\nsit down next to me and stretch out, making sure our upper arms\n\ntouched.\u0026nbsp; If I was in the kitchen cooking, he would put his hand on\n\nmy arm and look over my shoulder to see what I was making.\u0026nbsp; After\n\na few weeks of this, he began hugging me before he left to go\n\nanywhere.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Since we only had one bathroom and we both worked from eight\n\nto five, he still came in the bathroom nude while I was showering\n\nin the mornings.\u0026nbsp; I didn't get to see him as often, but still at\n\nleast once a day.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; It had been Christmas Eve when I finally told him I loved him.\n\nWe had been out of college for about seven months.\u0026nbsp; I had gotten\n\nhim the cologne.\u0026nbsp; He opened it and smelled of it.\u0026nbsp; \"I love it,\n\nShawn,\" he said.\u0026nbsp; \"Thanks.\"\u0026nbsp; He gave me a hug and handed me the\n\nsmall gift he had purchased for me.\u0026nbsp; It was also a bottle of\n\ncologne, but not the same kind as I had given him.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Thank you, Marc,\" I said, hugging him.\u0026nbsp; \"This is my favorite\n\nkind.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Good,\" he said, standing up.\u0026nbsp; \"I hate to leave you alone this\n\nevening,\" he added, \"but I've got a date with Sherry.\u0026nbsp; I'll see you\n\nin the morning.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Oh?\" I asked, surprised.\u0026nbsp; \"Are you going to get lucky\n\ntonight?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; He grinned.\u0026nbsp; \"No, but it might be late when I get home and you\n\nmight be in bed.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Oh, okay.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Don't you have a party to go to or something this evening?\"\n\nhe asked.\u0026nbsp; \"I'd hate to think you're going to spend Christmas Eve\n\nalone.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I do have a party to go to,\" I admitted.\u0026nbsp; \"I'm just not\n\nlooking forward to it, though.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Why not?\" he asked.\u0026nbsp; \"Maybe you'll meet someone there.\u0026nbsp; You\n\nknow, Shawn, I've noticed you haven't had a boy friend since we\n\nmet.\u0026nbsp; Don't tell me you're that picky.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I was surprised he said that.\u0026nbsp; I didn't realize he knew I was\n\ngay, since I hadn't told him.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I've found someone I've very interested in,\" I admitted, \"but\n\nhe's not interested in me.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Oh?\u0026nbsp; How do you know that?\u0026nbsp; Have you asked him or told him\n\nhow you feel about him?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"No.\u0026nbsp; But I just know.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Well, the next time you see him, you should just come out and\n\ntell him.\u0026nbsp; If he cares at all for you, he won't hit you.\u0026nbsp; And if he\n\ntries to, just run as fast as you can.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Okay, I'll remember that,\" I said, forcing a smile.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I'll see you later,\" he said, hugging me.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I didn't tell him then, but watched him leave.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; The party had been okay, but I had been bored the whole night.\n\nI got home about nine and took a long hot bath, then lay down on\n\nthe couch in the living room and fell asleep watching TV.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Hey, Shawn?\" Marc's deep voice woke me up.\u0026nbsp; I stretched and\n\nlooked into his warm gray eyes.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Hi,\" I said smiling up at him as the blood rushed to the\n\ncenter of my body as I looked at him.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Marc had taken a shower and just had his towel wrapped around\n\nhis waist.\u0026nbsp; He sat on the edge of the couch and had placed his hand\n\non my arm to wake me up.\u0026nbsp; \"Did you go to the party?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Yes, it wasn't too bad,\" I admitted.\u0026nbsp; \"But I should have gone\n\nover to Mom and Dad's instead.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Sorry to hear that,\" he said.\u0026nbsp; He lay across me against the\n\nback of the couch.\u0026nbsp; His side pressed against my stomach and his arm\n\nagainst my right side.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Placing my left hand on his thigh, I asked, \"Did you get lucky\n\ntonight?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Almost,\" he admitted, sleepily.\u0026nbsp; \"After I took her home, I\n\ngot Sherry on her couch and we were kissing pretty heavily.\"\u0026nbsp; I\n\nnoticed his bulge began to grow under the towel as he spoke.\u0026nbsp; \"I\n\nran my hand up her dress; she was just wearing a pair of panties\n\nand they were soaked.\u0026nbsp; I stuck my thumb underneath the leg hole and\n\nfound her clit and she had an orgasm when I flicked my thumb across\n\nit.\u0026nbsp; Man she was hot.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I tried to pull her panties down so I could get at her, but\n\nshe pushed me away and I had to come home.\u0026nbsp; She said she still\n\nwanted to wait and if I loved her, that I would understand.\"\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Marc sat up and adjusted his boner under his towel.\u0026nbsp; I sat up\n\nand caressed his back, he turned to face me and I kissed him gently\n\non the lips.\u0026nbsp; \"I love you, Marc,\" I whispered.\u0026nbsp; \"I'd be glad to take\n\ncare of that for you,\" I said, motioning to the bulge under his\n\ntowel.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; He gave me a surprised look.\u0026nbsp; \"So, I'm the one you were\n\ntalking about earlier?\" he asked.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Yea,\" I admitted.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I see,\" he said.\u0026nbsp; \"I guess I should have known.\"\u0026nbsp; Marc got up\n\nand went into his bedroom and closed the door without saying\n\nanother word.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; The next morning I got up and took a shower.\u0026nbsp; Marc didn't come\n\ninto the bathroom.\u0026nbsp; When I started making coffee, I heard the water\n\nrunning in the shower.\u0026nbsp; I went to the bathroom to ask him what he\n\nwanted for breakfast, but he had locked the door.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I made the same thing I had the day before.\u0026nbsp; He came into the\n\nkitchen dressed.\u0026nbsp; \"Morning,\" he said, softly as he poured himself\n\na cup of coffee.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Good morning.\u0026nbsp; Merry Christmas,\" I replied, placing his plate\n\non the table where he always sat.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Thanks, but I'm going to have breakfast with Sherry,\" he\n\nsaid.\u0026nbsp; \"We're going to her parents' for lunch.\u0026nbsp; I am not sure what\n\ntime I'll be home, so you don't need to fix dinner tonight.\"\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nWithout saying goodbye, he left; taking his cup with him.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; It had been after ten before he got home that night.\u0026nbsp; I had\n\nspent the day at my parents', but didn't enjoy it.\u0026nbsp; Marc had taken\n\na shower when he got home and I got up and tried the door from my\n\nbedroom.\u0026nbsp; It was locked.\u0026nbsp; After he finished his shower, I waited a\n\nfew minutes for the light to go out, then I went into the bathroom.\n\nHe had closed the door to his room and locked it.\u0026nbsp; I knocked gently\n\non the door.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; He yanked the door open.\u0026nbsp; He had put his robe on.\n\nI had never seen him wear a robe.\u0026nbsp; I could see anger in his eyes as\n\nhe said, \"It's been a long day, Shawn, what is it?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I'm sorry to bother you,\" I said, sadly.\u0026nbsp; \"I'm sorry I told\n\nyou how I feel.\u0026nbsp; I'll move in with my parents tomorrow and will\n\nfind another apartment after the first.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I didn't wait for a response, I went back into my bedroom and\n\nclosed the door.\u0026nbsp; I cried myself to sleep that night.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Morning came, but I was off so I didn't bother getting up and\n\nmaking coffee or breakfast.\u0026nbsp; I heard Marc in the shower.\u0026nbsp; Some time\n\nlater I heard the front door close.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I called my parents and told them I needed to move in with\n\nthem until I could get another apartment.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"We'd love to have you, Shawn,\" Dad said, \"but Ron, Amy and\n\nthe kids are here, remember?\u0026nbsp; They won't be leaving until after the\n\nfirst and we don't have any room to put you unless you want to\n\nsleep on the floor in the attic.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; My brother, Ron, had brought his wife and two kids in from out\n\nof town for the holidays.\u0026nbsp; My parents house was a small, two\n\nbedroom one bath.\u0026nbsp; It had been cramped when we were growing up,\n\ntoo.\u0026nbsp; We never had company over because the couch in the living\n\nroom hadn't made a bed and the bedrooms were hardly big enough to\n\nput two twin beds or a double bed in.\u0026nbsp; Ron and I had bunk beds in\n\nour room and Mom and Dad had a full sized bed.\u0026nbsp; After Ron and I\n\nmoved out, my parents had bought a sleeper sofa for the living\n\nroom.\u0026nbsp; Ron and Amy were sleeping on it while they were there and\n\nthe kids, ten year old Marty, and Sally, who was nine, were\n\nsleeping in the bunk beds in our old room.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I guess I'll stick it out until after the first, then,\" I\n\nsaid.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I'm sorry, Shawn,\" Dad said.\u0026nbsp; \"What happened with you, two?\n\nYou were always best friends.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I made the mistake of telling him I love him,\" I replied.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Oh, Shawn.\u0026nbsp; I'm sorry,\" Dad said, sympathetically.\u0026nbsp; \"But if\n\nhe really is your friend, he won't let that ruin your relationship.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I know it shouldn't,\" I agreed, \"but it seems like it has.\n\nAt least I only kissed him and didn't touch him,\" I added.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Well, why don't you come on over?\" he asked.\u0026nbsp; \"We might be\n\nable to take your mind off him for a while, anyway.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Thanks, Dad.\" I hung up and went into the kitchen.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;Marc hadn't made coffee; he never had been the domestic kind.\n\nThere was a note lying in front of the coffee maker.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Don't move out, Shawn,\" was all the note said, scribbled in\n\nMarc's handwriting.\u0026nbsp; He hadn't signed it.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I spent the day in a daze at Mom and Dad's.\u0026nbsp; The kids tried to\n\nget me to play games with them, but I wasn't in the mood.\u0026nbsp; I got\n\nhome around eight-thirty.\u0026nbsp; It had been the worst Christmas of my\n\nlife.\u0026nbsp; I couldn't tell if Marc had been home during the day or not.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I went into the bathroom and started filling up the bathtub.\n\nI had some bubble bath, so I poured a couple of cap fulls in the\n\ntub, then I went to my bedroom and undressed and pulled the cover\n\nback on the bed while I waited for the bathtub to fill.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I sunk into the hot water and sighed.\u0026nbsp; \"Why had I been so\n\nstupid to tell Marc I loved him?\" I asked myself.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Shawn, wake up,\" I heard Marc's deep voice.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I opened my eyes.\u0026nbsp; I was still in the water, which had turned\n\ncold.\u0026nbsp; I didn't know when I fell asleep.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Hi,\" I said, softly.\u0026nbsp; I blushed as I looked at him.\u0026nbsp; He was\n\nstill dressed, but he knelt next to the tub and looked at me.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Dammit, Shawn,\" he said under his breath.\u0026nbsp; He stood up and\n\nwent into his bedroom, closing the door behind him.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;I let the water out of the tub and stood up and closed the\n\ncurtain and took a shower to get the bubble bath off and rinse out\n\nthe tub.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; When I finished my shower, I went into my bedroom and looked\n\nat the clock.\u0026nbsp; It was ten-thirty.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; The next morning, I woke up and took a shower, got dressed and\n\nwent into the kitchen and got a bowl of cereal for breakfast.\u0026nbsp; I\n\ndidn't make anything for Marc.\u0026nbsp; Since I didn't drink coffee, I\n\ndidn't make coffee, either.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I washed my dishes, went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth,\n\nthen went over to my parents house.\u0026nbsp; Marc hadn't been up when I\n\nleft.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; The rest of the week we didn't see much of each other, if at\n\nall.\u0026nbsp; I spent most of my time with my parents and brother and his\n\nfamily and Marc apparently was spending his time with Sherry and\n\nher family.\u0026nbsp; If our paths did cross, he didn't say much more than\n\n'hi', if even that.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; New Years Eve I got up, took my shower and poured myself a\n\nglass of milk and made a bowl of cereal.\u0026nbsp; I had just sat down at\n\nthe table when he walked in, wearing his robe.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Morning,\" he said.\u0026nbsp; I noticed a disappointed look toward the\n\nempty coffee pot, but he didn't ask me to make him any.\u0026nbsp; I didn't\n\noffer to, either.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Morning,\" I replied.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; To my surprise, he put a filter in the coffee maker, took the\n\ntop off the coffee canister and put three scoops in the filter.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I started to tell him how many it took for the amount of\n\ncoffee he drank; three cups, but decided against it.\u0026nbsp; He would have\n\nto ask or figure it out for himself.\u0026nbsp; He filled up the decanter\n\nwith water to the three cup line then poured it into the maker.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; He turned around and our eyes met.\u0026nbsp; I shivered under his gaze.\n\nI loved him so much and it was killing me to see him ignoring me\n\nthis way.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\"I guess I'll get a shower while this brews,\" he said and\n\nheaded out of the room.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I finished eating and put the dishes in the dish washer.\u0026nbsp; I\n\nknew that I would freeze him if I turned the washer on, so I\n\ndecided against it.\u0026nbsp; It would only add fuel to the fire.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; The coffee maker gurgled, indicating it was done.\u0026nbsp; I smiled as\n\nI looked at the strong coffee.\u0026nbsp; It didn't appear to be too strong.\n\nMarc wouldn't even notice it until he took a sip of it.\u0026nbsp; Because I\n\ndid love him so much, I had to fight the urge to dump it out and\n\nmake him some coffee the way he liked it.\u0026nbsp; The way I used to make\n\nit for him before I told him I loved him.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Hearing him turn the water off and not wanting to witness his\n\ndiscovery, I went into my bedroom and began making the bed.\u0026nbsp; I had\n\njust finished making the bed when I heard the hall door from the\n\nbathroom open.\u0026nbsp; I grabbed a book and lay down to read it.\u0026nbsp; I\n\ncouldn't concentrate and read the same sentence three times and\n\nstill didn't know what it said.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; A few minutes later, Marc stepped in the doorway from the\n\nhall.\u0026nbsp; \"Shawn, we need to talk,\" he said.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I looked up at him.\u0026nbsp; He wore his robe and held the empty\n\ncoffee decanter in his hand.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Okay,\" I said, rolling over onto my side.\u0026nbsp; \"Have a seat,\" I\n\ngestured to the chair between the closet and the bathroom doors.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Let's go in the kitchen,\" he said.\u0026nbsp; \"And I would appreciate\n\nit if you would make some coffee for me.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"But you made coffee before you got in the shower,\" I\n\nprotested, trying to keep a straight face as I walked toward the\n\ndoor where he stood.\u0026nbsp; \"You mean you've already drank it all?\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"You know damn well I put too much coffee in the filter,\n\nShawn,\" he retorted.\u0026nbsp; \"And you sat there and let me do it, too.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I blushed and he smiled.\u0026nbsp; \"Thanks, I deserved that,\" he added\n\nsoftly, to my surprise.\u0026nbsp; He put his arm around me and hugged me.\n\nI breathed in the aroma of his cologne.\u0026nbsp; It was the cologne I\n\nbought him.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I'm sorry, Shawn.\u0026nbsp; I shouldn't have over-reacted.\u0026nbsp; I've\n\nreally missed you this week.\u0026nbsp; This is the time of year we're\n\nsupposed to be spreading love and peace throughout the world and\n\nthat is all you did; just tell me you love me.\u0026nbsp; Forgive me for\n\noverreacting.\u0026nbsp; I had a feeling you were in love with me, I just\n\nwasn't ready for you to tell me.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I'm sorry I told you,\" I said.\u0026nbsp; \"I won't do it again.\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"It's okay.\u0026nbsp; I do love you as a friend,\" he said.\u0026nbsp; \"I found\n\nout this week how much I love you.\u0026nbsp; I missed you so much.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I missed you, too,\" I admitted.\u0026nbsp; \"Come on,\" I said, pulling\n\naway from him and taking the coffee pot from him.\u0026nbsp; \"Let's get you\n\nsome breakfast and some fresh coffee.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Sherry's having a New Year's Eve party tonight,\" Marc said as\n\nI put a clean filter in the coffee maker.\u0026nbsp; \"If you don't have any\n\nplans tonight, she said that she'd love for you to come.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I frowned at him.\u0026nbsp; \"You mean she doesn't mind that I am in\n\nlove with you?\" I asked.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; He pursed his lips and sighed.\u0026nbsp; \"Well, I haven't told her.\n\nShe just thought that I was spending so much time with her because\n\nwe were off this week.\u0026nbsp; We haven't talked about you this week.\n\nMostly just our relationship and where it is going.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Where is it going?\" I asked, timidly as I put a scoop and a\n\nhalf of grounds in the filter.\u0026nbsp; \"If you don't mind my asking.\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"No, I don't,\" he replied.\u0026nbsp; \"Until now you and I haven't had\n\nany secrets from each other; at least not that I know of.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"No, that was it.\u0026nbsp; I didn't know you knew I'm gay, but that\n\nwas all.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Well, that's pretty obvious, Shawn,\" he said, rinsing out his\n\ncoffee cup.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Oh,\" I said, sprinkling a half tea spoon of salt in the\n\ngrounds.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"What'd you do that for?\" he asked, puzzled.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"It takes the bitterness out,\" I replied.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Oh.\u0026nbsp; You always do that?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Yes.\u0026nbsp; That's why I won't let you put salt on anything,\" I\n\nreplied.\u0026nbsp; \"I season everything to taste while it's cooking.\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I was wondering why the coffee is always bitter at work,\" he\n\nsaid.\u0026nbsp; \"I have also always been impressed that your cooking doesn't\n\nneed any additional seasoning.\u0026nbsp; That's something else I've missed\n\nthis week, Shawn, is your cooking.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I poured water into the coffee maker and sat it to start\n\nbrewing.\u0026nbsp; \"I've missed cooking for you, too,\" I admitted.\u0026nbsp; I let my\n\nhand rest on his chest and he hugged me.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Let's not do that again,\" he said softly.\u0026nbsp; \"You can hug me\n\nand tell me you love me as often as you want to.\u0026nbsp; Just remember\n\nthat I do love you as a friend only and that's as far as it can go.\n\nNo more offers to take care of my boners or kisses on the lips,\n\nokay?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Okay,\" I promised.\u0026nbsp; \"What do you want for breakfast?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Scrambled eggs, biscuits and sausage,\" he replied.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; He stood next to me while I fixed his breakfast.\u0026nbsp; \"I don't\n\nknow for sure where Sherry and I's relationship is going,\" he said.\n\n\"I get the feeling she's pushing toward marriage, but I'm not sure\n\nI'm ready.\u0026nbsp; I love her, but I don't know if I want to be tied down\n\nyet.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"That is a big step,\" I said.\u0026nbsp; \"Not something to be taken\n\nlightly.\u0026nbsp; And, as my mother told my brother before he got married,\n\nif you feel like you can get a divorce if it doesn't work out, then\n\nyou shouldn't even get married because it won't work out.\u0026nbsp; You'll\n\nalways be looking for a reason to get the divorce.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"That's true,\" Marc agreed.\u0026nbsp; \"But the main reason I'm not sure\n\nis because this week without you being around has really been an\n\neye-opener.\u0026nbsp; I know that we weren't on speaking terms and that\n\nmakes a difference, but when I get married, I won't have you to\n\ncook for me, or just be here with me all the time.\u0026nbsp; I'm not sure\n\nI'm ready to go through life without you around all the time.\n\nEspecially not after this week.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I blushed and he pulled me into his arms.\u0026nbsp; \"I do love you,\n\nShawn,\" he said.\u0026nbsp; \"I have missed you so much this week.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I've missed you, too,\" I replied.\u0026nbsp; Even though I had\n\npermission to tell him I loved him, I wouldn't do it.\u0026nbsp; I didn't\n\nwant to scare him off again.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; The rest of the day we sat around watching the New Years Eve\n\nshows on TV.\u0026nbsp; He sat on the love seat and I lay on the couch.\n\nAround noon I made us lunch and at six I made supper.\u0026nbsp; It was good\n\nto be back to the way we had been, but I did notice that Marc\n\ndidn't hug me as often as he used to; he also kept his distance.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; We went to Sherry's party and I wound up a wall flower.\u0026nbsp; A\n\ncouple of girls asked me to dance and I did, just so I wouldn't be\n\nthe gossip subject of the powder room.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; To my surprise and delight, when the countdown to midnight\n\ncame, Marc appeared beside me and grabbed my arm.\u0026nbsp; \"Come on,\n\nShawn,\" he said.\u0026nbsp; He drug me over next to the TV where we were\n\nwatching the countdown in Time Square in New York.\u0026nbsp; It was the\n\nfirst time that night we had been together.\u0026nbsp; The rest of the night\n\nhe had spent with Sherry.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;Marc handed me a glass of Champaign.\u0026nbsp; \"I know you don't drink,\n\nShawn,\" he said, \"and you're going to have to drive us home, but\n\nyou can take a sip for the toast.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; He put his arm around Sherry and his left arm touched mine.\n\nI watched sadly as he kissed her as the countdown concluded.\n\nEveryone cheered and Marc, Sherry and I clinked glasses and drank\n\nto the New Year.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Marc put his arms around Sherry and they swayed as we all sang\n\n\"Auld Lang Syne\".\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; The guests began to leave and I offered to stay and help\n\nSherry with the clean up.\u0026nbsp; Not that I wanted to be around her, but\n\nit was the polite thing to do.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Don't worry about it, Shawn,\" she said.\u0026nbsp; \"I've got maids to\n\ntake care of the clean up.\u0026nbsp; Thanks for offering though.\"\u0026nbsp; Until\n\nthen I hadn't really noticed that there had been two maids walking\n\naround all night serving beverages.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; After the holidays, Marc and I started back to work.\u0026nbsp; Our\n\nroutine settled back down, but he never came in the bathroom to\n\nrelieve himself in the mornings while I was showering any more.\u0026nbsp; He\n\nwould always wear his robe into the kitchen for breakfast and after\n\ntaking a shower in the evenings.\u0026nbsp; I never saw him nude anymore.\n\nBut I guess it was for the best.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; At the end of May he announced that he was going to ask Sherry\n\nto marry him.\u0026nbsp; I wasn't surprised, but was still heartbroken.\u0026nbsp; He\n\nasked me to be his best man and I agreed to, without any\n\nenthusiasm.\u0026nbsp; To my surprise, they sat the date for June 15.\u0026nbsp; Not\n\ngiving much time for planning the wedding.\u0026nbsp; What I didn't know was\n\nthat Sherry had already planned her wedding some time ago and just\n\nhad to get a man and put her plans into action.\u0026nbsp; Marc, being the\n\nnon-imaginative type he was, didn't care to plan things, so he was\n\nhappy that she had already planned everything and he didn't have to\n\ndo anything but give her the names and addresses of the people he\n\nwanted to invite and be fitted for his tux, which she had also\n\npicked out.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Excuse me, Mr. Dennison,\" the sales person broke my thoughts\n\nand I pulled away from Marc's warm hug.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Yes, sir?\" I asked.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Would you like to try on your smoking, also?\" he asked, handing\n\nme the powder blue tuxedo.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Thank you,\" I said, taking it.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I took it into the dressing room and changed into it.\u0026nbsp; It fit\n\nperfectly.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Let me see, Shawn,\" Marc called from the other side of the\n\ncurtain.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I stepped out of the dressing room.\u0026nbsp; Marc smiled approvingly\n\nas I turned for him to see how it fit.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Perfect,\" he said.\u0026nbsp; \"I guess we'll go ahead and take both of\n\nthem with us,\" Marc said to the sales person.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Very well.\u0026nbsp; I'll put them in a suit bag for you.\u0026nbsp; You can\n\nreturn both of them after the wedding tomorrow, Mr. Dennison.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"How many people are supposed to be here tomorrow?\" I asked\n\nafter we had gotten in the car and headed toward the church for\n\nrehearsal.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I just invited my parents and my brother, Karl,\" he said.\u0026nbsp; \"I\n\ndon't know how many Sherry's invited.\u0026nbsp; I'm sure the church will be\n\npacked though.\u0026nbsp; She's got lots of friends.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Do your parents and brother have a place to stay?\" I asked as\n\nhe turned into the parking lot.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Yeah, they're staying at the Marriot.\u0026nbsp; Sherry's got rooms for\n\neveryone that's coming in.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"That's good,\" I said, getting out of the car.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; During the rehearsal, I noticed that Marc kept looking at me,\n\nbut he didn't said anything.\u0026nbsp; When we finished, his future father-\n\nin-law put his hand on my shoulder and said, \"Now Shawn, it is the\n\nresponsibility of the best man to make sure that the groom doesn't\n\nget too drunk or laid at the bachelor party; and also to make sure\n\nthat the groom isn't late for the wedding.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I looked at Marc and he grinned.\u0026nbsp; I hadn't realized until then\n\nthat we hadn't discussed a bachelor party.\u0026nbsp; \"Don't worry, Mr.\n\nMartin,\" Marc said, putting his arm around me.\u0026nbsp; \"Shawn will take\n\ngood care of me.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Good.\u0026nbsp; We'll see you in the morning then,\" Mr. Martin said.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Marc kissed Sherry good night and we headed out to the car.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I'm sorry I didn't think about a bachelor party,\" I said,\n\nbuckling my seat belt.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Don't worry about it,\" Marc said driving out of the parking\n\nlot.\u0026nbsp; \"All the guys at work are married and so is Karl.\u0026nbsp; You're the\n\nonly friend I've got and I don't think you have any friends besides\n\nme, since you're always home.\u0026nbsp; So there's no one to invite anyway.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I blushed and looked out the window.\u0026nbsp; I hadn't realized that\n\nsince we had graduated all the friends we had in college had moved\n\naway or gotten jobs and had their own lives.\u0026nbsp; Marc and I had stuck\n\ntogether like glue.\u0026nbsp; Except for work and the weekly visit to my\n\nparents, I didn't have anyone in my life except for Marc.\u0026nbsp; It would\n\nhave been the perfect relationship if we were lovers.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; To my surprise, Marc drove the car into the parking lot of a\n\nlocal gay bar.\u0026nbsp; I had been there a few times, but not since we\n\ngraduated.\u0026nbsp; \"I figured we could spend our last evening together\n\nhere,\" he said, opening the car door.\u0026nbsp; \"We can dance and you can\n\nget me drunk and drive me home.\u0026nbsp; Just make sure I don't get too\n\ndrunk and don't get laid,\" he added with a grin.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I was surprised that Marc kept one hand on my hip most of the\n\nnight, showing all the other queens in the bar that he was taken.\n\nI received several looks indicating some of the guys were jealous\n\nof me for catching him.\u0026nbsp; I just wished that I had caught him.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; After a few drinks, he leaned over and brushed his lips\n\nagainst my cheek.\u0026nbsp; \"I gotta go piss,\" he said.\u0026nbsp; \"Come with me so no\n\none will try anything.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I had to bite my lip to keep from asking him what would keep\n\nme from trying anything.\u0026nbsp; I followed him into the rest room.\u0026nbsp; It\n\nwas packed.\u0026nbsp; We barely found a place in front of the urinal to\n\nrelieve ourselves.\u0026nbsp; He pulled me close to him and stood next to the\n\nwall.\u0026nbsp; I was between him and the rest of the people at the trough.\n\nHe pulled his member out and began to urinate.\u0026nbsp; I was trying to\n\nremain calm as I took my own out and relieved myself, too.\u0026nbsp; It was\n\nthe first time since Christmas that I had seen his.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; We stayed at the club for a few more hours and it was about\n\nmidnight when he finally said he was ready to go home.\u0026nbsp; I drove us\n\nhome and he slumped in the seat beside me and almost went to sleep.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"We're home, Marc,\" I said, shaking him gently.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; We walked up the stairs in silence.\u0026nbsp; He pulled me into his\n\narms after closing the door and held me for a moment.\u0026nbsp; \"Thanks for\n\nspending this evening with me, Shawn,\" he whispered against my ear.\n\n\"I'm really going to miss you.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I'm going to miss you, too, Marc,\" I said.\u0026nbsp; My body trembled\n\nand I kissed him gently on the cheek.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"You smell like smoke,\" he said, pulling away.\u0026nbsp; \"Why don't you\n\nget a shower and get to bed?\u0026nbsp; I'll take one and get to bed, too.\n\nWe need to be at the church at eight.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Marc was sitting on the floor in front of the TV in the living\n\nroom when I came out of the shower.\u0026nbsp; \"What's on?\" I asked, wrapping\n\nthe towel around my waist.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Just the weather,\" he replied, standing up.\u0026nbsp; \"Sherry and I's\n\nplane leaves at eleven tomorrow morning, so I was checking to see\n\nif it's going to be delayed for rain or anything.\u0026nbsp; And our cruise\n\nstarts day after tomorrow and it's going to be smooth sailing,\n\nalso.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"That's good,\" I replied.\u0026nbsp; \"The bathroom's all yours.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I turned to go into my room, but stopped and turned to face\n\nhim as he took his shirt off.\u0026nbsp; \"Thanks again for taking me to the\n\nbar tonight,\" I said.\u0026nbsp; \"I had a good time.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; He smiled and kissed me on the cheek.\u0026nbsp; \"Thank you for\n\nprotecting me from all those guys.\u0026nbsp; I might have gotten raped if\n\nyou hadn't been there.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I grinned at him.\u0026nbsp; \"You might yet,\" I said, then bit my tongue\n\nand blushed.\u0026nbsp; \"I'm sorry,\" I said.\u0026nbsp; \"Good night.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Good night, Shawn,\" he said, softly.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I went into the bedroom and closed the door.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I didn't get much sleep but the next morning I was asleep when\n\nthe alarm went off at six-thirty.\u0026nbsp; I got up and took a shower.\u0026nbsp; I\n\nhad just opened the curtain and reached for a towel when the\n\nbathroom door to Marc's room opened and Marc walked in.\u0026nbsp; He was\n\nnude and had a hardon.\u0026nbsp; He hadn't done that since I told him how I\n\nfelt about him.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; He grinned at me and took his eight inch boner in his hand and\n\nstroked it a couple of times, then aimed it at the toilet and let\n\na stream of clear liquid flow from the slit in the head of it.\n\n\"Morning, Shawn,\" he said.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Morning,\" I replied, stepping out of the tub and making sure\n\nthat my arm touched his.\u0026nbsp; \"Are you ready for your big day?\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"As ready as I will ever be, I guess,\" he replied, shaking the\n\nlast few drops from his organ.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"That's good,\" I said, replacing the towel on the bar above\n\nthe toilet.\u0026nbsp; I glanced down at his organ.\u0026nbsp; Most of the blood had\n\nleft it, but it was still a little swollen.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; He stepped around me;, brushing against me, not only with his\n\nupper body, but with his organ, also, as he climbed into the tub.\n\n\"Did you leave me any hot water?\" he teased, acting as though he\n\ndidn't notice we had touched.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I smiled at him.\u0026nbsp; \"Yes,\" I replied.\u0026nbsp; \"But I'm going to go turn\n\non the water in the kitchen just for the fun of it.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"You'd better not,\" he replied, pulling the curtain closed.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I stepped over to the end of the tub as he turned the water on\n\nand peered into the shower.\u0026nbsp; He put his head under the stream of\n\nwater and wet his hair.\u0026nbsp; \"What do you want for breakfast?\" I asked.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; He turned around to look at me.\u0026nbsp; \"I couldn't eat anything this\n\nmorning, Shawn,\" he said.\u0026nbsp; \"I'm on nerves edge anyway and didn't\n\nget much sleep.\u0026nbsp; If you'll just get me a pot of coffee I'll make it\n\nthrough the ceremony.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Okay,\" I said and left the room.\u0026nbsp; I went into the kitchen and\n\nstarted his coffee.\u0026nbsp; I figured I'd better make him some toast, just\n\nto give the butterflies in his stomach something to chew on before\n\nthey were drowned by the pot of coffee.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I had just buttered the last piece when Marc placed his warm\n\nhand on my shoulder.\u0026nbsp; \"Aren't you going to get dressed this\n\nmorning?\" he asked, kissing me gently on the cheek.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I didn't want to get anything on the smoking,\" I replied, turning\n\naround to face him.\u0026nbsp; He had wrapped a towel around his waist.\u0026nbsp; He\n\nput his arms around me and hugged me.\u0026nbsp; I melted in his warm strong\n\narms.\u0026nbsp; Our bare chests were pressed together.\u0026nbsp; I loved the feel of\n\nhis warm hairy chest against my smooth one.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; He ran his hand down my back and placed it on my bare hip.\n\n\"Thanks for making coffee for me, Shawn,\" he said, softly.\u0026nbsp; He\n\ndidn't make any move to break the hug and I wasn't about to,\n\neither.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I made us some toast, too,\" I said.\u0026nbsp; \"You need to eat\n\nsomething.\u0026nbsp; It might calm your nerves a bit.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I'm going to miss your cooking, Shawn,\" he said.\u0026nbsp; \"Sherry can\n\ncook, but not as good as you.\u0026nbsp; And she wants to keep at least one\n\nmaid so she doesn't have to.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I'm going to miss you,\" I said, softly.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; He squeezed my hip and pulled me a little closer to him.\u0026nbsp; The\n\nblood had already engorged my organ and I tried to move away from\n\nhim so he wouldn't feel it pressing against him, but he still had\n\nhis hand on my hip and he pulled me closer against him, pressing my\n\nhard organ against his limp one through the towel.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Still holding us together at the crotch, he leaned back and\n\nlooked into my eyes.\u0026nbsp; \"Thank you for making toast,\" he said.\u0026nbsp; \"I'll\n\neat some.\u0026nbsp; Why don't you go to your room and take care of that and\n\nget dressed?\" he suggested.\u0026nbsp; \"I'll get dressed in a little bit and\n\nwe'll head over to the church.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I blushed and he let go of me and I turned and hurried into my\n\nroom.\u0026nbsp; I was so embarrassed.\u0026nbsp; The blood had gone from my organ to\n\nmy face and I was limp by the time I got out of the kitchen.\u0026nbsp; I\n\nbrushed my teeth, made my bed and got dressed in my smoking.\u0026nbsp; Marc was\n\nin his room getting dressed when I left my room.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I guess we should go in your car,\" he called as I walked\n\ntoward the living room.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I went down the hall to his bedroom door and stood watching\n\nhim dress.\u0026nbsp; \"That might be a good idea,\" I said.\u0026nbsp; \"But aren't you\n\ngoing to the airport after the reception?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Yeah, but Mr. Martin's got a limo that's going to take us.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Oh,\" I said.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Yeah, that's what I thought, too,\" he agreed, putting on his\n\nshirt.\u0026nbsp; \"Would you tie this for me?\" he asked, holding the tie out\n\nto me.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Sure,\" I replied.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I'll put my suitcase in your trunk because the limo won't be\n\nat the church until after the wedding starts.\u0026nbsp; We can get it out\n\nbefore we go to the reception.\u0026nbsp; It's going to be at the Marriot.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Both of us were nervous wrecks standing at the front of the\n\nchurch waiting for the music to start and Sherry to come down the\n\nisle on her father's arm.\u0026nbsp; The church was packed.\u0026nbsp; Neither Marc nor\n\nI knew anyone there except Sherry's parents and Marc's parents and\n\nbrother, Karl.\u0026nbsp; My parents knew Marc since I had known him for\n\nthree years, but they weren't close enough to him to come to the\n\nwedding.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Thanks again for doing this for me, Shawn,\" Marc whispered\n\nleaning over and bumping his arm against mine.\u0026nbsp; \"Please don't\n\nobject when he asks who objects.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"You know I wouldn't do that,\" I replied.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Yeah, I do,\" he replied.\u0026nbsp; \"Sorry.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"It's okay.\u0026nbsp; I'd like to, but I won't.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"You've got the ring?\" he asked.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Yes,\" I replied, holding it up for him to see.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Thanks.\u0026nbsp; Sorry I'm a nervous wreck.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"It's okay.\u0026nbsp; I am, too.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; The music started.\u0026nbsp; Every head in the church turned to look\n\ndown the isle to watch the bride come down to where we stood.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; The gown Sherry wore was pure white and had a long train.\u0026nbsp; Too\n\nlong, I thought.\u0026nbsp; Her veil was a thick white that covered her face\n\ncompletely.\u0026nbsp; I couldn't tell how she could see through it to walk.\n\nNo one could see her face.\u0026nbsp; We didn't even know for sure that it\n\nwas Sherry under it.\u0026nbsp; Seeing the veil, I wished I had told Marc I\n\ncouldn't stand up for him because I loved him too much and gone and\n\nconked Sherry on the head and tied her up and put the dress on.\n\nThen I could be the one walking down the isle to Marc.\u0026nbsp; No one\n\nwould know it was me until it was time for the kiss.\u0026nbsp; Then it would\n\nbe too late.\u0026nbsp; We'd be married.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Mr. Martin's handsome face beamed as he walked slowly down the\n\nisle with his daughter on his arm.\u0026nbsp; He liked Marc and was happy\n\nthat she had landed him.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; When Mr. Martin handed Marc Sherry's hand, he smiled at me and\n\nwhispered, \"Thank you.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I nodded and we turned to face the pastor.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; The ceremony began.\u0026nbsp; Again, Marc looked at me like he had the\n\nnight before at rehearsal.\u0026nbsp; The butterflies in my stomach were\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nworse than his, I thought, but knew better.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; The pastor asked for the ring and I handed it to Marc.\u0026nbsp; He\n\nheld my hand for a moment as he took it and looked deep into my\n\neyes.\u0026nbsp; I wished I could read his mind.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I noticed him tense up when the pastor asked her if she took\n\nhim for hers forever.\u0026nbsp; She said, \"I do.\"\u0026nbsp; Even though we couldn't\n\nsee her face, I could tell it was Sherry's voice.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;Marc placed the ring on her finger and held it while the\n\npastor asked him if he took her for his for forever.\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"The Story of my life","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/137566-the-house-on-the-lake.json"}}