The Gus Diaries

Part 71

Wedding Woes
 

During this past week there were two major milestones in my life. Some would say that’s an exaggerated description, but I would beg to differ with anyone who argued the point. The strange thing is that while both seemed mutually exclusive, they became intertwined in an unusual way.

I’m getting ahead of myself -- let me go back to when things began to brew.

After Jeff and I reunited in the best possible ways, we were stronger than ever. While we both did things with our friends, we always made time for each other. I was keeping my distance from Jeremy, and he seemed to get the message, but I thought he’d understood all along, so I wasn’t willing to take any unnecessary risks in my relationship with Jeff.

We’d been spending a lot of time at Britin. Every evening we were together was better than the previous one. My dads seemed to understand our need to see each other and didn’t give us a hard time, even during weeknight visits.

Just a few days ago, Jeff finished his homework long before I did. It seemed like second semester seniors had almost a free ride, although I knew that really wasn’t true. I think some of the teachers were giving the basketball players a break since our big state championship game was coming up that weekend.

I was getting a bit nervous about the upcoming game, so when I finished my homework, I broached the subject. “Jeff, are you nervous about the game on Saturday?”

He looked up from reading one of my Rage comic books. “Nervous? I guess maybe a little.”

“Would your scholarship be fucked up if we didn’t win?”

“Not unless I played like a little old lady.” Jeff tossed the comic to the side of the bed and walked over to my desk chair and began massaging my shoulders. “Are you nervous, Newbie?”

“A little. I just don’t want to fuck anything up in front of all those people.” I leaned into the massage -- it felt so good and I could feel the tension dissipating. “It’s our last game together and I guess...”

“You guess what?” Jeff slowed his hands and began to softly run his fingers through my hair. I felt a tingling sensation up and down my spine and my cock started to harden.

“I just don’t want to disappoint you.”

Jeff took my hand and moved me towards the bed. He slowly pulled off all his clothing and I stood and watched him, mesmerized as he ever so dramatically removed each garment and tossed it off to the side.

Without saying a word, he ran his hands over all my clothes and in the same, painfully slow way removed all of my clothing. His touches were so delicate that I shivered from the contact.

My cock was erect and leaking by the time my underwear was tossed aside. Continuing in silence, Jeff lowered himself to his knees and started to lick the pre-cum from the tip of my now darkening stiffie.

Grabbing my ass cheeks in each of his hands, he squeezed them and pulled me in closer. My head fell back as the sensation of his tongue trailing over my entire length sent sparks of heat throughout my body. Everything felt on fire and without warning he deep throated me, and I was lost in the bliss of coming hard and fast.

When Jeff had licked me dry, he stood up and kissed me, sharing the taste of my come as he pressed his tongue forcefully passed my lips. I was dazed but responded almost instantaneously. That’s how it was with us.

Moving my hand down Jeff’s back and then towards the front of his body, I tugged gently on his balls, already filled and awaiting release. Then I ghosted my fingers up and down the length of his dripping cock. When I pulled back slowly and looked, I could see that his dick was almost purple, long and hard with need -- need for me to move into action.

I guided him onto the bed to rest his head on the pillow and then slithered down his body, kissing the entire way, until I reached my goal. Then I began to suck, lick and flick my tongue all around Jeff’s leaking member.

He had his arm across his forehead as he moaned and arched up seeking more contact. After a few minutes of toying with him, I took him all the way into my mouth until I could feel his tip reach the back of my throat. I was getting to be quite the master of the supreme and satisfying blow job -- at least it seemed that way by Jeff’s reactions.

Bobbing my head up and down and alternately removing my mouth all together and replacing it with my hand, Jeff’s moans grew and he began to thrust. I knew he was too close to wait any longer, so I licked just a few more times and let him thrust as deeply as he could. Crying out, he released himself into my mouth, and I swallowed every last drop.

His breathing was labored as I moved up the bed to place my head on the pillow next to his. We rested silently for a few minutes.

“You know, Gus, it’s too bad this isn’t a competitive sport -- you’d win every time.”

I smiled at him, “Thanks -- I aim to please.”

“You do please. I bet you’d even win over...” he leaned over the bed and picked up the comic, “JT’s restorative blow jobs.”

I couldn’t help laughing out loud as he showed me the cover of the Rage issue with Pop giving Dad... I mean JT giving Rage a blow job to melt his frozen heart. “Let’s just say I’d rather not compete -- I’m just glad you’re satisfied.”

“A whole lot more than satisfied,” Jeff mumbled as he pulled me in for a kiss and the two of us nodded off for the night.

 

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
 

The next morning when we came down to breakfast, Dad and Pop seemed to be having a “heated discussion” -- their term for a fight.

“Justin, this is not what I fucking bargained for. You know me well enough by now to know that.”

“Then what was that invitation all about -- one toast at my mother’s wedding to let people know we once got married? They know, Brian. I thought you understood me and what I needed.”

“You sound like you want us to walk down the aisle in those goddamn Vera Wang’s I said I’d never be caught dead wearing.”

“Only if she’s making hot, well-fitted men’s suits.”

“This is getting out of hand and you know it. You’re not a fucking blushing bride, and neither is your mother for that matter.”

“Brian!”

“Well, you didn’t think she was a virgin.”

Dad and Pop were moving about the kitchen getting breakfast and going through all the motions, but they never looked at each other or touched. Forget the basketball game -- this was making me nervous.

By the look on Jeff’s face, he could see that this was more than just a simple disagreement.

Then Pop let it all out, “If you didn’t want to be married or celebrate our marriage, why the fuck did you commit to it?”

“Because I thought that’s what you wanted -- what you needed.”

“I only need it if we both want it. I don’t want to make a phony sham out of my mother’s wedding. Maybe we should just forget our part in it. Would that make you feel better?”

“It’s better than reenacting the wedding of Lady Di and Prince Charles.”

“You’re such a fucking drama queen. Right now you make Emmett look passe.”

“I’m the drama queen! You’re the one who wants to renew our fucking vows and write them ourselves. I never committed to that. If I did, you could have me committed.”

I had to do something. This was a train wreck already in progress, and I didn’t want them both to be destroyed. “Dad, Pop, cool it. You’re stressing me, us out. Remember, tomorrow’s our big game, and you said you’d both be there.”

Dad and Pop were both silent and then looked at each other and nodded. “You’ll have to excuse us, Sonny Boy. There seem to be a few things that still need to be ironed out before the wedding.”

Pop looked at Dad and took his cue. “Yeah, a few things.” Then Pop walked over to me and reached up to put his hands on my shoulders. “But you can definitely count on us to be there and cheer both of you on tomorrow.”

“That’s good.” I didn’t know what else to say, and Jeff was staying strategically quiet.

We both grabbed a bowl of cereal, and then Dad brought us to school on his way into Kinnetik. Pop wanted to do some work at home in his studio and would come into the city separately. The whole morning didn’t sit right with me, but I left it alone.

 

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
 

That night Jeff and I decided that we should sleep apart, so we’d get a long good night’s sleep before the game. Since we had the best season record, the team from Harrisburg that we were playing had to travel to us.

Even though I couldn’t hear exactly what they were saying as I lay in my bed, Dad and Pop were yelling so loud that their voices carried from their bedroom all the way down the hall to mine. How could getting married break them up? The whole thing made no sense, and to be perfectly honest, I was getting a bit scared.

At dinner all they talked about was my article in the previous Sunday’s local Pittsburgh paper and then about the game and my classes. They didn’t say anything directly to each other, even in fun.

I wasn’t sure how they were going to reach a compromise, and it made my stomach hurt. I forced my eyes shut, stuck my iPod headphones in my ears and finally fell asleep.

 

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
 

The next morning was no better. It was like living with two countries having a cold war. Neither spoke directly to the other, and they weren’t even discussing or fighting about the matter at hand.

I did my damned best to focus on the game. For me, that was all that mattered. This evening I’d put in my two cents and work on my dads. Like Coach always says, “One thing at a time -- and while you’re playing, that’s all that matters.”

If Jeff could take that advice with the fucked up family he has, then I sure as shit could do the same. My team needed me, and there was no way I would let them down.

 

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
 

I could go into all the details of the game. The amazing plays made by both teams. The fact that we noted Jeff’s mom was sitting in the far corner of the bleachers, all covered up so she was unrecognizable. The heat of the arguments between the coaches and referees on a couple of fouls, called against both teams, that were questionable. But none of that matters in the end because...

WE WON FAIR AND SQUARE AND ARE THE PA STATE CHAMPS!!!

The team went wild. Our coaches cheered for us so much their voices became hoarse. My dads were amongst the huge contingent of parents that stood and applauded our victory, and we were jumping all over each other and eventually raised Jeff on our shoulders.

There was no question as to who would receive the MVP Award for the game. Jeff made baskets that seemed unreachable and impossible, some with assists from Matt and me amongst others.

When the gymnasium finally settled down, the awards ceremony began. First came the acknowledgment of departing seniors on both teams, accompanied by the announcements regarding scholarships for colleges the following year.

The next award was for the Most Valuable Player. I was so proud as they announced Jeff’s name. He looked towards his mother who blew him a kiss and then rapidly left the facility. His smile went from ear to ear until we heard from another source.

A fan from the opposing team suddenly stood up and yelled, “How can anyone award MVP to that faggot? This is a man’s sport, not a sissy game.”

The entire room, filled to capacity, went silent. Jeff turned to glance at me briefly, and I could see that he was hurt by that sour note on his moment to shine. But then the strangest thing happened.

Dad stood up from his seat, front and center. Pop was trying fruitlessly to pull him back down but he wouldn’t respond. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen, and I’m sure if anyone had looked in my direction, he or she could read the combined fear and worry that was written across my face.

“Who the fu... hell do you think you are?”

The homophobe looked at my father in shock, not expecting anyone to react to his intrusion.

“Yeah, you -- you homophobic moron. Did you see this young man play today or are you blind? He has gifts that you wish you had as both an athlete AND a man.” Pop stopped tugging at Dad’s arm, and I saw something in his expression that I hadn’t seen in days, the look of love and admiration.

The bigot finally found his voice. “Who the hell are you to talk that way to me?”

“I’m the gay man who thinks that young man is an excellent example to all young men, gay or straight.” Then he raised his voice, not in a yell, but in a powerful and authoritarian tone. “And I’m the gay man who’s man enough to know when I’ve overstepped my boundaries and spoken inappropriately as you have today. So sit down on your homophobic derriere and do not disturb the distribution of these well-deserved awards again.”

The homophobic asshole looked right and left and then silently sat down after being told off by a gay man who clearly garnered respect by all present.

Then I saw Dad look into Pop’s eyes, and he spoke just loud enough for those of us within range to hear, “And I’m the gay man who will admit that he’s scared to take a risk in front of a large group of people and share his deepest feelings for his husband -- for fear he won’t be able to express them well enough.”

Jeff looked at me and smiled, and I was beaming as I watched my dad gently brush his fingers across Pop’s face and kiss him.

It’s funny, I really think my Dad channels Rage sometimes, or maybe it’s the other way around. All I know is that on this day, my gay superhero father saved the day and his marriage in the most amazing way possible.

I hope I have the guts to be that outspoken for what I believe in -- for now, I’ll let my writing be my means of expression.

And those two milestones I mentioned earlier... the first was the state championship, a moment I’ll never forget, and the second was learning that a man needs to stand up for what he believes in honestly, both in public and with those he loves.

I guess Rage and JT will get married in a couple of weeks after all. And from the looks of Pop and Dad, I’ll need to use my iPod headphones again tonight, but for an entirely different reason.
 

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