Because this chapter concerns our finally being together, we decided to write it together. We hope that you will enjoy it and will not be too confused.
When I awoke the morning of July 18, I heard a commotion in our backyard. Looking out the window, I saw men setting up chairs and tables. I dressed hurriedly in some old clothes and went down to grab some breakfast. My mother was bustling about, telling the caterers where they could set up and the florist where to put the flowers. After breakfast I went upstairs, had a warm, soothing shower, and put on my best suit and tie for the ceremony.
While we were driving to Christian’s house, I asked my parents if they remembered what Dad had said before Christian came to our house the first time.
Dad said, “Yes. When you told us he was a Negro, I said that shouldn’t matter. If he was a friend of yours, he was welcome. My exact words were, “After all, you’re not planning to marry him.”
“We still can’t marry,” I said, “but we’re going to get as close as we can.”
“And we’re both very happy for you,” Mom responded.
Arriving at Christian’s house, I went upstairs to wait with him while my parents went to ask if there was any way they could help. We both felt the time until 10:00 AM would never pass, but Christian and I found things to chatter about so that we didn’t get too nervous. Among other things we agreed that neither one of us had slept much the night before. Gazing at him, I thought he looked handsome and very adult in his suit. By then he was a full 6’ 1” while I was barely 5’ 8”. Looking in the mirror together, I thought we resembled Mutt and Jeff, but that didn’t matter. What did matter was our love for each other, not how we looked.
At 9:45 we heard the quartet begin to play. We had requested Mozart; we wanted to be certain there was no syrupy music. We stood looking out Christian’s window at the people assembling. Owen was there with his father, sitting right near the front. Aunt Phyllis and Aunt Sarah were in the front row where they would be joined by my parents. Most of The Singers were there, as was Mr. Atkinson.
As Peter and I pointed out people to each other, I asked him if he was nervous.
“Nervous?” he asked. “No. Petrified!”
“Me too, but it’ll all be over soon and then we’ll have each other forever.”
At 10:00 AM on the dot, we saw Dr. Cushing move towards the front. Going downstairs to the garden door, we held hands tightly and awaited the processional music. As it started we walked slowly down the middle aisle and stood before Dr. C.
Dr. C. asked everybody to sit, and then began: “Welcome, all of Christian’s and Peter’s relations and friends on this perfect and beautiful morning. The boys, or I should now say young men, wanted me to say a few words about the ceremony you are about to witness. The ceremony which Peter and Christian have put together expresses their sincere desire to commit themselves to each other permanently and irrevocably. The words that they will say they take very seriously. This is not a game or play-acting for them. It is real and true. You may hear some words which are from the traditional wedding ceremony. The boys realize and acknowledge that this is not a wedding, nor can it be according to the present laws of Massachusetts and the present religious beliefs of Christianity. They both believe that someday homosexual marriage will become both legal and sanctioned. They pray for that day, and they vow that, when the day comes, they will have a true wedding and invite you all back to it.
“But today, we are here to witness and affirm their love for each other and their promises of faithfulness and caring. Will you all join me in vowing to support them in their endeavor and to love them both separately and together?”
Everybody present responded, “We will!”
Dr. C. continued, “Since they have memorized their vows, I now turn the ceremony over to them.”
Taking a deep breath, I turned to Christian and said in a shaky but I hoped clear voice, “Christian, today I take you as my true partner and soul mate in life. I will love and honor you forever. I will cherish and care for you in sickness and in health, for better or for worse, and I will stay true to you as long as we both shall live.”
Christian made the same vow to me, after which he said, “I solemnly promise you, Peter, to join with you as one, inseparable pair and to cherish you from this day forward, until we are parted by death.”
Peter repeated the vow to me and then asked Penny for the ring.
“Christian, I give you this ring as a symbol of my love for you. When we are apart, may it be a comfort and a constant reminder of my love and faithfulness. Wear it always, as a token and a sign to yourself and others of our trust and commitment as a true and loving couple.”
Taking the other ring from Penny, I slipped it on Peter’s finger, and repeated the words to him.
We thought that was the end of the ceremony, but Dr. C. said that he had a few words he wanted to say.
“Peter and Christian, I have now known you for over four years, which is longer than some and not nearly as long as others. During that time I have watched your relationship, which was always a loving one, mature and take deep root. You both know, and we all know that not all of the days ahead will be easy. There will be all of the good things that you anticipate in this partnership, but there will also be hard days, days of disagreement, disappointment, and discouragement. I remind you that you can get through those days as long as you remain truly honest with one another, that you both hide nothing from each other, and that you each look at yourselves honestly, willingly admitting when you are wrong and allowing your partner to be human rather than perfect. You know that when and if you hit a rocky spot, you can always call on me, on your loved ones, and on your friends for the support and love which they have promised you this day. Enjoy your love and your lives together. Be kind and compassionate to each other and to all others, and know that you have the blessings of me, your parents, and everybody gathered here this morning.”
Then, looking at the people behind us, he gently turned us to face them and said, “I present to you the world’s newest couple, Peter and Christian.”
At that, everybody rose from their seats and clapped, while we turned to each other and indulged in a long, loving kiss. The music began again, we joined hands and walked up the middle aisle grinning joyfully. At the rear we stopped, prepared to greet our guests.
My parents got to us first, followed by Peter’s parents and his Aunt Phyllis and Aunt Sarah. Then came Dr. Cushing, followed by Penny, Owen, who had tears in his eyes, his father, then all the other guests. I think Peter and I were both in a daze, but we listened to everybody’s good wishes amid many hugs and not a few kisses.
We knew that nobody was supposed to depart until we did, so eventually Peter looked at me and I at him and we silently agreed to go. My father called everybody to order. Peter and I thanked them for coming and for supporting us. Then we left through the house, got into my mother’s car and drove off.
When we were driving toward the turnpike, Peter and I looked at each other and heaved big sighs.
“Christian, do you remember much of the reception?”
“No. In fact even the ceremony which we worked so hard on is a blur. But I know what we promised and I know we will fulfill that promise.”
We were silent for awhile, lost in our own thoughts. It was a comfortable silence. We knew that we didn’t have to be constantly talking to share. As we had shown years ago, we knew each other’s thoughts.
“Christian, I’ve been thinking about what Dr. Cushing said at the end.”
“So have I.”
“Do you remember what he said about how we could get through the hard times?”
“Almost word for word.”
“Well, you know, we’ve already shown we can do that. Back when you were in the hospital we did almost exactly what he said. We were honest with each other, we admitted mistakes we had made, and we allowed each other to be human instead of perfect. So we know we can do this.”
“Yes we do. We also know that we did it then because of the support we gave each other and we got from our parents and Dr. Cushing. We must always remain in very close contact with them.”
I agreed, and we were quiet again. Christian’s mother, knowing that we had never had time for any of the food at our reception, had very kindly packed us great quantities of it. She certainly knew the appetites of growing boys, even boys who were spending the most momentous day of their lives together. As we continued toward Boston, we ate and chatted and ate some more.
At one point, I asked Peter, “Just out of curiosity, did you bring your rod?”
He laughed delightedly. “No,” he answered. Then looking at my crotch where I had been hard for a good part of the trip, he said, “but I’m glad to see you brought yours!”
We roared with laughter until tears rolled down our faces. We had been tense through the day, hoping that everything would go well and that our partner would be completely happy. Our laughter was finally releasing that tension. We laughed some more before settling back into companionable silence.
At about 3:00 PM we found the hotel, took our luggage and turned the key over to the doorman who would see to having the car parked. We entered, walked up to the desk, and, looking more at Peter than at the concierge, I said that we had a room reservation. He gazed at us a moment, then found the reservation in his book, rang the bell for the bellboy, gave him our key, and said he hoped we had a pleasant stay.
Our room was on the tenth floor, so we had a view of part of Boston below us. The bellboy (who was probably at least 60!) put the key on the dresser and asked if that would be all. We said it would and each gave him a tip. Both of us doing it was probably unnecessary, but we wanted to be sure that we did everything correctly this first time together.
As soon as he had closed to door, we were together, kissing deeply with our tongues, hugging and rubbing every inch of each other’s bodies. When we broke apart, we quickly removed our shoes, socks, ties, shirts, and trousers and threw them in a heap on the floor.
Standing together in only our underwear, we kissed and hugged again. Then Peter put his hands inside my T-shirt and began to rub my back, gently at first, and then harder, while I did the same for him. He removed my shirt and put his hands in my briefs, cupping my ass first and them moving them around to the front where I was clearly very ready for him. I did the same for him. Then, silently, we pulled down each other’s drawers and held our cocks.
We both wished for the moment to last forever, so we did everything very slowly. We moved to the king-sized bed, pulled back the covers and lay down, side by side. Peter began to kiss me and lick me with his tongue, first my ears, then my face, then down to my chest, where he nibbled on my nipples. Finally, he moved down toward my crotch. He licked my scrotum, took my balls in his mouth and gently manipulated them. Releasing my balls, and looking lovingly at me. He lay back while I kissed and licked him just as he had done me, until I had his ball in my mouth, sucking gently. When I released him, Peter, turning to the sixty-nine position, very gently, took my cock in his mouth. I did the same for him. We both moved our mouths very slowly and gently up and down the each others’ cocks, tonguing them as we went. Feeling the tension building, we stopped, holding each other. After a short pause, we resumed. Once again, we felt the tension rise. This time our backs began to arch. We tensed, sucked harder, groaned, and came simultaneously in each other’s mouths—huge quantities of cum that pumped and pumped until we were both exhausted.
We remained lying there for some time before I released Christian’s cock and turned in the bed so we were chest to chest where we lay, peacefully holding one another. I think we both dozed off briefly.
I awoke with the exciting feeling of Christian kissing and licking me again. I was already hard. Soon he was exploring my crotch again with both his tongue and his hand. I turned on my back and relaxed, enjoying the feelings coursing through me.
“Are you ready?” he asked.
“Oh, yes!” I answered emphatically.
So again he took my dick in his mouth and began moving up and down, a little more forcefully this time. I knew it wouldn’t be long and cried, “I’m going to come.”
He stopped a moment, looked at me, smiled, and said “Good!” before going back to work. Soon I felt that heavenly tension flooding up from by balls through my cock and throbbing into his mouth. When I was finished, he gently licked my dick off and lay back on his pillow beside me.
Seeing that he was fully ready, I turned to him, exploring him first with my hand, then with my mouth. I took his cock in my mouth and ran my tongue along it. He groaned. Slowly, I moved up and down at the same time massaging his balls. He groaned again and suddenly came, filling my mouth once again with his sweet, slightly salty cum as his dick pulsed in my mouth. We lay for a long time, just holding hands and being together.
Eventually, we showered together, tempted to try it in the shower, but we decided we needed to save something for later. We unpacked our clothes and hung the ones we had thrown on the floor. It being a special occasion, we dressed again in our suits and ties. We were not yet at the legal age for drinking in the dining room, but we got some ice and poured ourselves generous drinks from the supply that Peter’s father had packed. He had Scotch and I had Jack Daniels. There was also plenty of wine when we were ready for it.
Finishing our drinks, we took the elevator to the second floor and entered the dining room, which was dim, atmospheric, and a bit romantic, not that we really needed atmosphere at that point, but it was a nice touch. We asked for and received a quiet table in the corner.
After ordering, we simply sat, gazing at each other. If our waiter suspected anything, he never showed it.
“My God,” Christian said to me, “you are so beautiful.”
“And you,” I replied, “are the most luscious man I have ever seen.”
Despite all the food we had eaten in the car, we each put away a large dinner, complete with pie for dessert. After all, we were still growing boys and we had had an energetic afternoon.
Leaving the dining room we decided to walk around the Public Gardens and the Boston Common. The evening air was comfortably warm and the breeze was gentle. The Gardens were beautiful this time of year, and very well cared for. We stood on a bridge watching the swan boats glide beneath us and around the pond. As neither one of us had ever ridden one, we decided that the next day we would.
As dusk approached, we made our way back to the hotel and up to the room, where we each had a refreshing glass of red wine.
I put down my empty glass, stood facing Christian and said, “Stand up a minute.”
“Why?”
“Don’t ask questions; just do as I ask.” So he did. I removed his jacket and tie and began to unbutton his shirt. I guessed he thought this was the beginning of the next adventure, but when I had his shirt off, I said, “Hold out your hands.” He did. “No, palms up.” He turned his hands. Tenderly, I began to stroke the scars on his wrists. “You know,” I said, “while I have seen them in passing, you have never really shown your scars to me.”
“That’s because I’m ashamed of them.”
“Why?”
“Because they’ll always be a sign of how foolish and self-centered I was.”
“But,” I said, “they’re also a sign of the strength that you had to recover and they’re a sign of our strength together.” I leaned over and gently kissed one wrist and then the other. “Christian, please promise me that you will never do this again, no matter how unhappy you get.”
“I do promise you. It wasn’t a smart thing to do, but I did learn from it.”
“Good!” I said. “Remember always that no matter how down you get, and we both know you will from time to time because that’s your nature, you always have me to hold you, to love you, to cherish you. You know that if I’m ever the cause of that sadness, and I probably will be at some point, you can still talk to me. You can tell me what’s wrong, and if you don’t receive the comfort you need from me, don’t forget Dr. C. and both our parents who love each of us.”
“Peter, I don’t deserve such a wonderful person.”
“We don’t deserve each other. Christian, do you remember what your parents told you about love? It’s not something you deserve, it’s unconditional and something you will always have from me as well as from them. Goodness, if we thought we had to deserve love, we’d be constantly trying to live up to some perfection that we can’t reach.”
I thought a moment before saying, “True, Peter, but it seems to me we’ve talked enough.” And I reached up, removed his jacket and tie and began unbuttoning his shirt. When I had it off and he had mine off, we continued methodically undressing each other. Finally, we moved over to the bed again, naked and hard.
Lying peacefully beside each other, I said, “Peter, I have something I want to give you if you’ll accept it.”
“What is it?”
“My cock. I want to fuck you.”
“Oh, yes Christian! I’d love it!” he said.
I rose from the bed and retrieved the cream I had purchased for this moment. Returning to the bed I suggested, “Why don’t you pile up a couple of pillows and try lying face down with your dick on them.”
I did as Christian proposed, sinking my hard cock into the top pillow. Briefly I smiled, remembering the position I had assumed that day in the ER but knowing that what was to come would be a million times better.
“Now, spread your legs.” I did. I felt his creamy fingers around my hole, gently massaging it and then he put his finger all the way in. Massaging inside me, he put a second finger in, moving them slowly in and out as I groaned.
“Oh, my,” I said. “That is so sexy!”
“Are you ready for me to enter?”
“Absolutely, but do it slowly. Remember, your dick is considerably bigger than my plastic rod.” He placed his fingers in again. Then as he was releasing them, I felt his cock on my hole, gently pushing. My body resisted. “Relax down there as much as you can,” he directed, so I did, and felt him entering me, then moving in and in and in until his balls were firmly against my ass.
“That’s marvelous. Just hold it there for a little.” He did. “OK, now try just moving it in and out.”
Slowly his dick began to pull out. Then it stopped and started back in. As it did, it rubbed against my prostate—the sweet spot. “Oh, yes,” I moaned.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, stopping.
“Absolutely nothing. Everything is RIGHT! Don’t stop.” The sensation was incredible. He was truly inside me, a part of me. He continued moving slowly at first until I said, “Faster,” and he picked up the pace.
I could feel his body tense. “I’m going to come,” he said. “Do you want me to do it inside you?”
“Absolutely!”
He began to thrust harder and harder. I sensed the tension rising in his cock. Suddenly he was shooting inside me, pumping and pumping and I knew his cum was becoming part of me. The throbbing continued seemingly for minutes before he finally stopped and said, “That was heavenly!”
“It certainly was,” I agreed, elated. I couldn’t believe the sensations I had just experienced. There are no words to describe them.
When I had finished and withdrawn from Peter, I cleaned myself and him off, and lay beside him. “Would you like me to do it for you?” he asked.
“Not now, at any rate. I’m not sure whether I would enjoy it or not.” We both knew from recent reading that some men did and some didn’t, so, although he might have been a little disappointed, he wasn’t surprised. “But,” I went on, “you still have a very lonely erection which I would be happy to take care of.”
“Yes, do,” Peter replied, smiling delightedly.
So I leaned down and once again took him in my mouth, sliding up and down slowly until knew he was ready and then increasing the speed until he arched, moaned, and came in my mouth.
We seemed to be insatiable, that night. Neither of us has any idea how many times we came before we finally fell asleep. In the early morning hours, we awoke and did it again.
Afterwards, we snuggled close. Peter said in a rather dreamy voice, “I am yours and you are mine forever.”
I nodded, and we both slept, enfolded warmly in each other’s arms.