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44

 

I opened my eyes. I stared at the clock. It was 7:48. I was surprised I could sleep as long as I did. I was getting married today. Actually, it was remarkable that I could even sleep at all.

Mike rustled in the sheets.

"You up, babe?" he asked.

"Yeah."

"Today is pretty special, huh? It seems like Mother Nature is cooperating for your outdoor wishes."

For mid-June, it was forecasted to be in the low-to-mid 80s. That should be fine. A touch warm, but it would work.

Mike got up to start coffee. I strolled out into the living room in my boxers. I saw our suitcases stacked by the door. The living room was a mess. Boxes everywhere. Furniture and boxes. Nothing on the walls. No items loose anywhere.

"Are you okay cutting our honeymoon short a couple of days to work on the move?" Mike asked.

"Yeah. I guess so. It would have been nice to be all moved in when we got back, but delays are delays. What can you do?"

"It's just going to be nice to have more space," he said. "Our commute will be a bit longer being further out of town, but just more space will be worth it. We can use your furniture in the second guest room. It will be nice."

"Totally. But I will miss this house some, won't you?"

"Oh for sure," he said, walking a mug of coffee over to me. "There are great memories here. Really great. And some lonely, hard memories too. A house is just a house. It's the people that make it special."

"Do you have the rings ready?"

"Yes, J.T. For the tenth time." He kissed me.

"Last chance to back out," I said. "You've lived with me for more than half a year. You know what you're getting into."

"Not on your life. You are my world, babe. I picture us being old and gray together. Or bald."

"You romantic. Even though our sex life isn't as wild as it was last year?" I noted.

"Oh, we're still hot, my dear. You satisfy my every desire. Even if it is just once or twice a week. I still love everything about you."

I hugged him.

 

—

 

We got to the farm around 1:15. The ceremony didn't start until 2:30. Guests were expected to arrive at 2 o'clock. Since the weather cooperated, all the seating was outside. A porch gazebo was decorated with white lace and red roses. It was beautiful. The chairs were draped in white satin. At the end of each row was a small vase filled with an arrangement of red and white roses. The first and last row had an arch instead, intertwined with artificial white flowers.

Matt and Ali had a fall motif at their wedding here last October. It's funny how the same setting could look so drastically different. Jakob had made everything wonderful. I hadn't even seen the reception area yet, but I knew he would be amazing at making it look beautiful.

Jakob and Zach walked up.

"Are you ready?" Zach asked.

"100 percent," I said, smiling at Mike.

"Everything looks great, Jakob. I haven't even seen inside yet, and I'm already impressed with how country elegant it all looks," I said. "Where's Lance?"

"He's inside seeing to some last details."

 

—

 

It was 2:30. The music had changed from soft melodies — "All I Ask of You" from Phantom of the Opera, "Today was a Fairy Tale" by Taylor Swift, Phil Collin's "Come With Me" and Josh Groban's "You Raise Me Up" — to more formal wedding music.

Zach walked to the gazebo. He asked our parents to rise. Since there was no bride, everyone remained seated except for Mike's parents and mine. He asked them to stand. They turned. I walked down the aisle, kissed both my parents on the cheek and took the stage. Mike followed a moment later, kissed his parents and stood beside me.

Zach motioned for the parents to be seated. I tried to forget all the people staring at us and focused on Zach. He welcomed everyone in the audience and explained their importance as both witnesses and the roles they play in our lives. With a couple of scriptures and some poetry, Zach spoke on the perfectness of love.

On a table behind him stood a candle inside a glass cylinder. It was placed in a wider, larger glass cylinder. Zach spoke.

"Mike and Trent, your lives are a tapestry, a work of art of many colors. This beauty has been influenced by people you hold dear in your life. Each one of them has added to the masterpiece that is your love for each other. Your lives began with the love from your parents."

Both my parents and Mike's stepped to the stage, each with a vile of different colored sand. The four of them poured their sand into the cylinder, starting to form colors around the center candle.

"Old friends helped you to grow and form the character that you now possess," Zach said.

Matt and Ali stepped forward with their vials, as did a couple of friends Mike knew from his hometown. They added sand to the cylinder. It was becoming more colorful.

"Within your careers, people offer you support, love and encouragement."

Principal Keeter and Gayle came up from one side, Ed and Tara from the other. They added their sand; the cylinder was now more than half filled.

"Today, your dearest friends whom you depend upon for comfort, companionship and strength are with you and add their blessings to this next step in your lives."

Jakob entered from one side, Lance from the other. They added their sand. They hugged us both and kissed each of us on the cheek.

"Mike and Trent, I want you to take these last two vials," Zach said, after turning back around and handing us the remaining sand from the table next to the candle.

"As you pour the final sand into the glass, you will complete the piece of art, just as you complete each other's lives. As you pour your portion in, reflect on the power and the responsibility of such a commitment to work every day at making each other happy and feel supported and to be complete."

We smiled at each other and poured our sand. It filled the entire glass container, which was now beautiful and colorful with the center candle barely sticking out.

"I want each of you to light your candle at each end of the table."

Like the other candles at the ceremony, they were traditional white. We each picked up our individual candles, lit them and moved back to Zach.

"Now, as you light this candle formed by the love of your family and friends, your two separate lights will now become one."

We each took our candle and joined them at the wick of the decorated candle. It lit, we drew ours back and blew them out. Zach gently took them from us and placed them to the side on a white piece of cloth. We gazed at the flame that symbolized our unity.

Zach addressed the audience.

"Both Mike and Trent have written vows for each other. As they speak them, each will place a ring on the other's finger. A ring is an ideal symbol for this bond, this commitment and this union. There is no beginning, there is no end. Your love is to be continuous ... forever."

Ethan walked to the front of the aisle. He knelt and called for Sacha. Sacha walked down the aisle to "ohs" and "aw" and gushes from the audience. He was wearing a box strapped around his neck. Ethan petted Sascha and released the strap. Mike bent down and Sacha licked his face. I scratched him behind the ears. We both hugged Ethan, and he and Sacha exited at the side.

Zach handed us each a ring.

Mike went first:

"Sixteen months ago, you walked into my room having no idea you would change my world forever. In the past year I have not only found new places in my heart and in my soul, but you have filled them, expanding my capacity for happiness and love. I promise to spend every day of our lives just trying to attempt making you even close to how happy you have made me. I love you, Trent, and I will love you for all of my life."

My turn:

"Mike, when I was lost, I turned to you, hoping you would be my lifeline. But that has changed; you are my life itself. Call it God, call it Fate, call it Destiny — whatever it was, it led me to you. Each and every day I feel blessed that we met, that we found that the other made each of us a better person, and that you are able to love me in spite of my flaws. I promise to be there for you, to hold you and take care of you and to love you every day of my life."

Following that, Zach spoke:

"Love is our best friend, our helper and the healer of the ills that prevent us from being happy.

"Please face each other and take each other's hands so that you may see the gift that they are to you. These are the hands of your best friend, strong and full of love for you, that are holding yours on your wedding day as you promise to love each other today, tomorrow and forever. These are the hands that will passionately love you and cherish you through the years, and with the slightest touch will comfort you like no other. These are the hands that will give you strength when you need it, support and encouragement to pursue your dreams and comfort in difficult times. And lastly, these are the hands that even years from now will still be reaching for yours, still giving you the same unspoken tenderness with just one touch.

"Michael Adam Terry, do you take Jeremiah Trent Kyriazi to be your husband, to love and take care of for all the rest of your days?"

"I do," Mike answered. He slipped a gold band on my finger.

"Jeremiah Trent Kyriazi, do you take Michael Adam Terry to be your husband, to love and take care of for all the rest of your days?"

"I do," I said with an unhindered huge smile on my face. I slipped a ring on his hand.

"By the power invested in me by the state, I now pronounce you officially married. You may kiss your husband."

Following a long kiss, we heard the crowd erupt. Having lost track of them even sitting there, we turned to face family and friends. The smiles on our faces were mirrored by theirs. They were standing and clapping. We clutched hands and held them above our heads in unity. Following that, we walked down the aisle and made our way outside to another beautifully decorated gazebo. Zach was saying final words to the audience. We knew they would be joining us soon.

Lance and Jakob came up to us first. They had been standing to the side, assisting with the ceremony. Their hugs meant everything. Neither Mike nor I felt like letting go. Our friends with us made this amazing day perfect.

"Congratulations, you two. I cannot tell you how happy I am for you. It's hard to believe I have watched you on this entire journey. I'm not sure how you did it — how you made it all work — but I've never seen two people more perfect for one another," Lance told us.

"Thanks buddy," I said. "There were definitely some obstacles in our path, but we both knew what we wanted. One thing that helped us get to this point was the journal Mike gave me. When I wasn't sure I could make it, I would jot down my thoughts. Once we were together again after the break, I kept writing, sort of narrating our journey. Or at least my journey aligning with his. I have half a page left that I've saved for this occasion."

"That's sweet," said Jakob.

I looked Jakob firmly in his eyes. "You've done a wonderful job for us today. The gazebo, the audience, the stage, the reception inside ... it's all beautiful. Just like you." I kissed him.

We got motioned back to the stage for a few more photos. All our family and friends who helped fill the candle joined us for the first one. We took a few more with parents. I asked the photographer to take one of us with Lance and Jakob. We had no best men or groomsmen, but Avery and Tariq were there to assist in seating people. They took one with us as well. And we took some of just the two of us. I didn't want to take too much time as we had several people to meet and greet.

We enjoyed visiting with everyone there. People from the station, others from Mike's school, some college friends. Lance's parents captured us first.

"Mr. and Mrs. Wheeling, thank you for coming. I know you don't know us well, so it was sweet for you to make the drive," I said.

"I know how important you are in our son's life, so you are like family to me. We are very happy for both of you."

I was delighted to see Coach. It still seemed odd for a macho guy like a coach to fill comfortable with gay men. It was a thrill to reconnect with him for a few minutes.

Robert and Carol came up to us. We reminded them how enjoying the lake house was one of our first things we got to do as a couple. They were gracious in offering it anytime. As fun as it was on New Year's Eve, I could see the four of us doing it again.

My team from the radio station rallied around us. Mike had gotten to know many of them, which was nice. Obviously, with me being co-anchor with Ed and Tara, we had been able to socialize together on a few occasions.

A handful of old friends of Mike's came up and congratulated us. I couldn't remember all their names, but it was fantastic to see so many friends from his younger days be supportive of a same-sex marriage. They honestly seemed happy for us.

Ethan walked up with Sascha on a leash. I thanked him for letting Sascha be a part of the wedding. It could have been awkward with Ethan being Mike's ex. Ethan seemed sincere in his congratulations. It was good that the two of them still had a friendly relationship. I stared at him as the two of them talked and still felt like I paled in comparison to this beautiful specimen of a man. I always felt lucky but being around Ethan made me feel even more so.

"We hope to be completely out of the house by the end of the month," Mike told him.

"And it's not weird to you, Trent, that I'm buying the house?" Ethan asked me.

I got up from rubbing Sascha. "No. You lived there as long as I did. I'm sure if there are any awkward feelings, you'd feel them the most."

"I just loved the house, the neighborhood. Sascha loved the yard. I know I could find somewhere else relatively easily, but it's close to work and it seems familiar. I don't know."

"We're happy to sell it and get that done," Mike said. "Plus, if I ever miss it for some odd reason, I can come visit."

"Please. I hope you two come over every now and then. I'd like that."

My parents tried to steal us away.

"Is there anything we can do to help at the house while you two are away?" Dad asked.

"Sadly, no. We just have to stay out of the way. It was probably unrealistic for us to think this could be done in two and a half months, but as long as it is done right, we can be patient. But it's close. Thank you," my husband said.

"We wish to offer something," Mom said. "We hope you will accept the piano. We'd love it to be a part of your home."

"Are you sure!??" I insisted. "I'd love that, but it has been part of the house for so long."

"Dear, we bought it for you. It's yours. If you don't think it is too old."

"No. I love that piano. It has always felt like ... mine." I looked at Mike. "We designed space for a piano. You're okay with this right?"

"Completely. As long as I can sit from a distance and watch you play."

"Or sit next to me and sing with me by my side," I smiled.

We kissed each other. Both my parents smiled at us.

"I know it is impossible for you to ever want to call me Dad," my father said to Mike. "But I feel like I've gained a son. I am so happy that you entered my son's life. The two of you make each other happy. Life has taught me a big lesson. I don't know how you have forgiven me, but I don't take that lightly."

"Not having children, I don't have a real reference when it comes to parenting, but I imagine parents do have visions of how they want their kid's lives to turn out ... and when it doesn't, I'm sure it's jarring."

"Let me stop you there," Dad interrupted. "It took a few conversations with Robert ... Dr. Owens ... but as soon as he made me realize it wasn't about me — nothing was about me — it then made sense to me. I wanted my son to be happy, and I was standing in the way of that. Once I accepted who Trent was and what he wanted, I couldn't be happier with his choice. You're a wonderful man."

"I agree," Mom said.

"Thanks," I said, smiling at my parents and actually feeling good that they were my parents.

"We love both of you," Dad said.

Dad hugged Mike. It seemed like that was the first time they hugged since Dad's major blunder last year. I wasn't sure, but it made me feel good, mostly because I had released all of my anger. It was in the past. Dad's acceptance of me took time. It was funny how little steps here and there got him to where he is now. It almost seemed like a blink.

"I can't imagine you ever wanting to call me Dad, but..." my father started.

"How about I start with `Joe' and `Diane.' Is that okay?" Mike asked.

Mom gave him a big hug.

I looked over out a side door. Lance and Jakob had stepped out to take a break. They were talking on the smaller gazebo. I would see them kiss and nod and hold each other. In a year and a half, Lance had matured in so many ways. There is still a bit of goofy, arrogant, playful Lance in him — and I'm glad. But he has found the right person that has made him the best version of Lance he could be. I'm not sure if we ever had become a couple, I could have done that. I hope our love for each other never fades. My love for him is second only to Mike. I loved him more than my own family. Lance is my family. College seems like a lifetime ago. Those years almost blend into high school years. Some of my basketball teammates haven't been so lucky entering the real world. Lance and I had been fortunate. We liked our jobs; we'd found the right person to fall in love with. We were rocking the whole adult thing.

Mike's parents walked up.

"It was so beautiful. Everything was just perfect," his mother said.

"Thanks, Mom," I said.

"And you two are absolutely handsome."

"Thank you, Mom," Mike said.

"Trent, we are so thrilled for you to be a part of our family. We are so grateful to the happiness you bring to our son," his father said.

"Thanks, Dad," I said.

"He sure has," added Mike. "What I said in my vows was true. I had no idea I had the capacity to love someone this much. Trent has filled all those places in my heart I didn't know were there."

"Aw," his mother said, smiling.

The four of us hugged.

Jakob and Lance walked back in and saw we had a moment to ourselves.

"Tired of smiling and sayin `Thank you' yet?" Jakob asked.

"Really," I chuckled. "But it is great to see so many wonderful people today. And you two. Thanks for everything. All the help. Of course, all your support. Jakob, it truly looks magnificent. It's everything I could hope my wedding could look like."

"Did you ever picture a wedding growing up?" Mike asked.

"Ha. No. I didn't picture myself with a girl, that's for sure. When I accepted that I was gay, my mind never went this far. I guess you made it see further with your proposal. But to me, this whole setting is better than being inside a church. Nothing wrong with those weddings, but I love the character of this one. Thankfully, it didn't rain."

"Indeed," said Jakob.

Matt and Ali joined us. "You guys look amazing," Ali said.

"And amazingly happy," Matt added. "I'm so glad Trent found you, Mike. You two are wonderful together."

"We like to think so," Mike smiled. "It's nice that everyone else here seems to agree."

"Jakob, the place is beautiful. Even though it is the same place as our wedding, it looks completely different. It's awesome. Do you like your job?"

"I do." The two of them walked off to talk about things he had done in his field of work.

Mike was talking to Matt.

Lance turned to me. We looked into each other's eyes. He didn't say anything. I didn't say anything. We just looked. I could see his eyes tearing up. Mine did the same. A tear ran down my check. He reached over to hold me.

"Why are we crying?" I asked him.

"Aren't people supposed to cry at weddings?"

I laughed and sniffed at the same time. He held me tighter.

Lance put his mouth at my ear. "Maybe we're crying because the two of us made it. In college, we were terrified to let the whole world see who we really were. We couldn't even imagine to think of ourselves in the lives we have now. Thanks for showing me the way to be ... me. Look at us, two basketball players who were afraid to come out. We're both happy with who we are and who we've found. You and Mike will always be my role models. I hope Jakob and I can be as happy as you two."

"You already are," I said, trying not to sob.

He whispered softer. "Don't ever think I stopped loving you, Trent. You will always be my soulmate and my best friend. I will always have your back."

"And I will always have yours."

We kissed each other. It was long enough for us to convey we meant it, but not too long to make anyone in attendance wonder. We hugged again.

Mike stepped up to us. Lance held him.

"You two are the best friends anyone could hope for," Lance told him. "I love you both. I'm happy for you both. Thanks for including me in your lives."

Mike squeezed him tighter.

"Thanks for being in ours. We love you too. We always will."

For another two hours, we ate, we mingled. And ate. We hugged and took pictures. And ate. Sadly, I knew I couldn't run to burn off these calories.

All the food stations had incredible arrangements done by Jakob. The whole reception area was stunning in its summer beauty.

Partway through the celebration, both Mike's parents and mine captured everyone's attention. Glasses of champagne were distributed. I looked at Lance and Jakob. It's funny how their alcoholism flashes to my mind immediately. In my honor they were both holding up a can of Diet Coke. I smiled at them.

Mr. Terry spoke: "Both the Kyriazis and my wife and I wish to make a toast. Today, our love for our sons has officially doubled. We are pleased and grateful and jubilant that Mike and Trent have found each other."

My dad spoke: "To you both, we know the unpredictability in life will throw you challenges, but you have already shown that you will be able to weather those storms together. Take care of each other and love each other. Always know that we love you. To Mike and Trent!"

"To Mike and Trent," the audience echoed and held up their glasses.

Mike and I wrapped our glasses around each other's and enjoyed our drink of champagne.

"How come everyone says your name first?" I asked.

 

—

 

Mike was in the bathroom. I stared at the plane out the window and then looked at my boarding pass. Mike gave me the window seat, 15A. We didn't board for 20 more minutes.

He came back and sat next to me.

"Good grief! I combed my hair in the bathroom, and I was still getting rice out of it," he humorously grumbled.

I laughed. I ran my fingers through it.

"Are you excited to fly?" he asked me.

"I am. It has been about eight years since my only other time. My family always drove. Plus, we rarely went too far on vacations. It's what we could afford. Thanks for giving me the window seat, babe."

"You're welcome ... my handsome husband."

"And thank you for handling the arrangements," I said.

"Just take half the driving. That's all I ask," he told me, reaching for my hand. "We'll just get the car tonight and grab a hotel there near the airport. We'll have to drive all morning but should get to the Grand Canyon by early afternoon. I hope you understand our cabins there are going to be small."

"How much room do we really need?" I said deviously.

"Exactly. We'll have two nights there, then drive to Bryce Canyon Tuesday, stay at the lodge there two nights and take the long drive back to Sedona on Thursday night, flying back Friday. At least we'll have the weekend to move some things in the house. Assuming it is actually done."

"The good thing is we have the rest of June to make the move."

"Exactly. If it isn't ready, we still have plenty to pack up. We're just lucky the original buyer fell through, and we had a head start with the foundation and framework already in place."

"Remind me how the whole thing of selling your house to Ethan came up again."

"When I called him to ask about your idea to use Sascha in the wedding, I mentioned we were building a house, and he started asking about my old one."

"Old. Right."

"You know what I mean. Even though the two of us didn't work out, he always loved the house. It seemed right for him. And to not have to go through a realtor — just to get that out of the way — that's a blessing."

"I know you've been handling the paperwork for a few weeks now."

A few minutes later they called our group. I squeezed Mike's hand and we stood up. As I walked down the jet bridge, the whole experience was foreign to me. Would this be the first of many such trips? What places would we go? Would we see the world together? Or would we be more content to stay at home? Even though we had been together in one form or another for a year and a half, our lives really were just beginning in new ways.

As I moved into our row, I remarked how tight the space was.

"Welcome to the world of flying. But thankfully it isn't a long flight," he said. "But by the time we get there, get our luggage, get our car and get to the hotel ... we should be ready to collapse."

"As long as I can collapse in your arms."

We looked at each other and smiled.

"I'm not sure if I've ever told you this ..." he started, "but do you know I love you?"

"Hmm. I think you've mentioned it once or twice before. Or a thousand times." We leaned in to kiss, not caring if anyone saw us. "And my heart just melts every time you say it."

The takeoff was exhilarating to me. I'm sure Mike thought I was some four-year-old fascinated at looking out at the ground.

"Do you think I'm silly?"

"What do you mean, babe?"

"The fact that I'm so young and that this flying thing is captivating me."

He laughed. "I find it adorable. I love seeing the world through your eyes."

"Probably like a parent watching their children on Christmas morning. You probably think I'm a child. But too late! You're stuck with me," I said, holding up my hand to show off the wedding band.

Mike looked at the person sitting next to him. He appeared to be asleep. Then he leaned over to me.

"I've seen your cock. You aren't a child," he whispered to me.

I grabbed his hand. We interlocked fingers. Since I walked into his classroom last year, I felt like I had gone through a hundred years of growing up, but he hadn't changed at all. At least not to me. I didn't really know Mike before that. His family kept telling me that I brought a spark to his world. I couldn't believe it was just little old me that brought him happiness. How could his previous boyfriends have missed the mark? He's so easy to love. At least he is to me. We were in this forever now. How long before we get on each other's nerves? What quirks of mine would drive him crazy? And vice versa. I didn't care. I was happy. Insanely happy. Was I too happy? Was this a dream? Could someone have a life this wonderful? Is that possible?

"Mike, tell me this isn't a dream."

"Hm?"

"Can I get you gentlemen something to drink?" the flight attendant said.

"Tell me this isn't a dream!" I said to her.

"Uh ... I'm sorry ...?"

Mike laughed. "He's a bit overjoyed. The two of us just got married today."

"Wonderful! Congratulations! The champagne is on me."

We graciously accepted. She went to the forward cabin and came back a moment later. I pulled out my phone to take a picture of both our glasses sitting on our tray tables. We continued to hold hands as we drank our champagne.

 

—

 

A bit of turbulence caused me to sit up straight. "Huh?"

Mike put his hand on my arm.

"How long have I been asleep?" I asked.

"About 30 minutes."

"I can't believe I dozed off."

"It's been a tiring day. I'm not surprised. We're in our descent."

Twenty minutes later we were on the ground. I didn't realize how long planes had to taxi to the gate. It seemed forever. As we walked down the narrow aisle, I thanked the flight attendant again for the champagne. She again wished us congratulations.

When the luggage started coming out, Mike's piece was one of the first off. We waited. And waited. Mine was the next to last to come to the belt.

"How is that even possible?!! We put them in together at the same time!" I commented.

"Welcome to the world of flying. There is no real explanation for anything."

As it was later in the day, there thankfully wasn't a long line at the car rental counter. By the time we pulled into the hotel parking lot, it was a little after 10 o'clock. We rolled our suitcases to the room.

After placing the luggage on one bed, we both flopped on the other with a big groan. We were exhausted.

I pulled out my toiletry kit and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth. Mike followed half a minute later.

We pulled the covers back. We both stripped naked and reclined on the bed. Mike leaned over to kiss me.

"I'm totally beat, but I feel it would be crime not to have sex on our wedding night. Are you up for it?" he asked.

"I agree. Nothing would make me happier."

"Tonight is special. How about you come inside me?" he said.

"I'm up for that, as long as you fuck me at the Grand Canyon."

I went back to the bathroom to grab a towel. Mike was lighting a candle when I stepped back out. Between it and the lube, the scent of vanilla filled the room in mere minutes. It was us.

We had agreed that we would try our hardest to restrain our lovemaking since hotel walls are notorious for being thin.

I had been fucking him for several minutes when I noticed him getting louder.

"Careful, hon'," I said. "They can probably hear us in the hallway."

"I know. I know. You just feel so good inside me. I love you inside me."

I had certainly changed his old views on that. My arms slipped underneath his chest to press us together. My hips continued to thrust my cock in and out. Like him, I wanted to get loud. It was hard to contain the passion and love and lust I had for this gorgeous man.

"Breathe with me," I whispered into his ear.

"Yeah, babe," he panted.

We lightly groaned and panted and gasped as I fucked him in a steady rhythm. My mouth was at his ear. My panting was like Dolby into his face. He was gasping, almost whining.

"Oh Michael, I love you. I love being inside you."

"Fuck me. Fuck your husband, J.T.," he moaned softly.

"Yeah. I'm close. I'm close, Michael."

"Wait. Pull out."

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"Yeah. I'm totally sure. I want this to last longer."

He flipped over, and I took his dick in my mouth. He groaned lightly, almost loud enough to hear in the hall, but not quite. I serviced his cock with wet, slippery moans. He wriggled his hips in pleasure. My rod stayed stiff as I pleasured him with my blowjob.

"Yeah. Fuck me again, Trent."

He rolled back over, and my hard shaft moved back into his interior. He made a loud groan. If someone were in the hall, they could have heard that. Probably the next room too. My body was held above him on my elbows, and I rammed his ass hard. I pounded my erection into him relentlessly for a while.

"Mike. Oh baby. I'm close."

"It feels so good. Keep fucking me. Fuck me, J.T."

"Yes. Yes," I gasped. "I love you. I love you."

"Lie on me, baby."

I dropped all my weight on his back. My cock rammed him. It pushed. It shoved. It shoved hard. It shoved hard deep inside his interior. I pushed my hairy crotch as deep into his ass as it could go.

"Oh. Oh! Ohhhhhh, Michael. I'm going to come."

"Yes. Oh yes. It feels so good. Come in me; come in your husband."

"Yes!" I called out as my first shot of cum fired deep into him. The next room — or two — heard that. My dick was throbbing, pulsing one stream of cum after another as I breathed into his ear. He panted and moaned along with me as I pushed. I groaned next to his face as my intense orgasm played out.

I completely collapsed on him. I was spent. Every ounce of my love had been shot inside him. I rolled off him, still trying to get my breath.

"Now let's take care of you," I said.

"No need. I came with you."

"REALLY?"

Mike rolled onto his side. His cum was smeared around his navel and on the towel.

"Wow," I said.

We quickly cleaned up so that we could catch some sleep.

"I'm so glad we did that," I said. "It was our wedding night."

"Indeed. It would have been a shame to let the grand luxury of the Red Roof Inn Phoenix Airport go to waste."

I smiled at him and kissed him goodnight. My husband blew out the candle.

 

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