Gays of Our Lives: Book 4 (Chapter 76-100)

 ****Scene 1: Narrator’s POV********************** 

Town of Harmony, 

The Chandler, Spencer, Brady, Smith, and McCarthy clans along with the rest of the inhabitants of the midsized city of Harmony spent the Thanksgiving holiday as one would expect them to; they spent it with their family and friends, and cherished loved ones. This was the way countless families had spent their holiday all across the United States. But as you must already know the holiday season is a never a dull one in Harmony. Especially when the holidays are spent with fabulously wealthy and highly dysfunctional Chandler family. Michael and Eric had intended eating some turkey on Turkey Day but that wasn’t meant to be…

In any case Thanksgiving was turned upside down for Michael and Eric and their families when they discovered Duchess, the family dog helping herself to the beautifully prepared Thanksgiving dinner. The saintly matriarch Katherine Chandler, tried her best to alleviate the situation by reminding everyone present that night that the time spent with their loved ones was what they truly had to be thankful. The food was simply nourishment not the real reason they had gathered together as a family. The true meaning of the holiday was to give thanks.

Despite Mrs. Chandler’s efforts to maintain the joyful atmosphere in the Chandler home tensions were high and an argument ensued. Victor Chandler, always protective of his family started an argument with Charlotte; questioning her right to be there and even blaming her for the dinner being ruined. Sharp-tongued Victoria, Michael’s aunt and Victor and Katherine’s haughty daughter agreed with her father. The situation resolved itself when one of the clearer heads prevailed. Michael suggested that they do what they did last year when the Thanksgiving dinner was ruined. They decided to order out. Thankfully not all the establishments were closed that evening. Within twenty minutes a pizza delivery guy from Pezzullo's arrived. He had boxes and boxes of pizza a flavor for every member of the Chandler/Smith family. Cheese. Pepperoni. Sausage. And so forth. One of the Chandler maids passed out some beautifully decorated floral china designed by the French firm Christofle for the guests to eat the thanksgiving pizza on. Once everyone had helped themselves to a couple slices of pizza they all moved from the living room to the more informal family-room relax and enjoy the rest of the holiday. The remainder of the thanksgiving holiday for the Chandlers and Smiths was spent in relative ease as they went around the Chandler family room describing the reasons why they were thankful.

Meanwhile across the tracks the middle class Spencer, McCarthy, and Brady families celebrating at the McCarthy house ended their Thanksgiving in much the same way. They just like their counterparts had reason to be thankful. The only differences between the Chandler and McCarthy parties was the absence of drama and infighting at the latter. The Chandlers were far from perfect and the McCarthy’s were not perfect either. Thanksgiving at the McCarthy house went rather well. Aside from a few remarks and awkward questions directed at Jake’s guest Nick, the whole affair was pretty uneventful. A few days after Thanksgiving all the students returned to Harmony University to finish up the semester. Between Thanksgiving and Winter Break there were about three weeks. Those three weeks all of the students at HU spent studying for fall finals. But for our friends finals were not the only thing on their mind. The guys had decided to rush Pi Alpha Kappa and the girls at Haley’s suggestion were even making an effort to become Zetas. The series of murders committed last year by the deranged campus killer Sylvester Harris. His actions had seriously limited student activities.

But that was all behind them now. Now they had new issues and situations to contend with. Kayla and Kevin were engaged to be married and they were expecting a baby but our headstrong heroine was keeping a secret from everyone including the man she loved. This secret that Kayla was keeping wasn’t a secret of her own it was one that she was keeping for someone……Chad Reeves to be exact. It was a damaging one

What secret could be so damaging you might wonder? Oh just the fact that the straight jock Chad Reeves had had his ass pounded hard by a deranged serial killer. Chad hadn’t given up his virgin hole willingly but that fact would mean nothing when the video surfaced. That revelation would have wrecked anyone’s life especially a pompous ass hole like Chad Reeves. It was for this very reason that he asked Kayla to keep quiet about his dirty little secret. He couldn’t have that crazed psycho ruin his reputation. Kayla promised to keep the secret….what reason did she have to tell? She had nothing to gain from spilling the tea.

Michael and Eric had been married for a little over a year now and they had weathered many trials but they had no idea that there was more on the way. There were various issues that our young lovers would have to contend with in the coming months. For starters, the villainess Regina DeVille was still biding her time waiting to enact her terrible revenge on all those she held responsible for causing the death of her husband Alistair years ago at the prom boat disaster. In an attempt to punish Michael and Eric for their supposed role in her husband’s death she had devised a wicked plan to drive a wedge between the two by having Michael be seduced by a handsome man. Zach Wilson. For days, weeks and months Michael had resisted the sexual advances of Zach Wilson. But how much more could he take when you added a third man to the mix. The devastatingly handsome and equally egotistical Lord Wilton; who in truth had nothing to do with Regina’s vendetta. The handsome British noble did however have his own designs……..designs on Michael’s body. He wanted more than anything to fuck that attractive American senseless. In an effort to wear Michael down the blue-blooded Brit had traveled all the way to the states enrolled himself in the university and even began leaving flowers and romantic messages at the door of the loft that Michael and his husband Eric shared with their friends.

****Scene 2: Beau’s POV********************** 

Student Commons, 

Harmony University

My full name is Beauregard Devereaux Stewart-Marshall. I know that is quite a mouthful to say but that’s the name I have had to live with since birth. The abbreviated letters of my entire name form the word BDSM. The fact that my name spells BDSM was a huge inside joke for all my friends back at my high school. And before you guys start laughing and snickering about that ironic coincidence just know that the two middle names, Devereaux was my mother’s maiden name. My full name has thirty-four letters in it and in most cases I can’t even write it out fully on a piece of paper without having to shorten it. My first name isn’t really that common.

For that reason I don’t really use it either. Instead I prefer to go by the nickname Beau. That’s the name all my family and friends have called me for as long as I can remember. I’m a southern boy through and through; the quintessential country boy. I was raised on a two hundred fifty acre farm on the outskirts of Savannah Georgia. From the moment I could walk I had taken to animals….all kinds of animals. Horses. Cattle. Sheep-dogs. And more. Any kind of animal you might imagine to be on a farm was on my family’s farm. And I loved them all. How could I not?

As you might expect from a southern bred-man I excelled at hunting, fishing, shooting, and any other manly outdoorsman activities. Growing up the only son in a family full of girls I was the apple of my father and mother’s eye. I wasn’t just the only son I was the youngest son and the only person to carry on the Marshall name, that my father held in such high regard. My whole life I had lived in the twenty mile radius of Savannah Georgia. Hell I had never even left the state of Georgia in all my life. When I graduated last year from my high school and received a letter of acceptance from the University of Harmony. It was a college located in a town up north….called Harmony. When I sent out my college applications I sent applications to every college with a good business program. HU was at the top of the list. I had never heard of the town of Harmony before, but when I learned it was hundreds of miles away from Savannah I accepted their invitation at once. I actually jumped at the chance to get away from my family and see the world….even if it was in a town I knew nothing about.

****Scene 3: Thomas’s POV********************** 

Room 507, Chandler Hall, 

Harmony University

It had been five months since I first arrived at College. In all the time I hadn’t made very many friends in college. Being a quiet and introverted person I often found it hard to make friends. I did however make one friend. His name was Beau and from the moment I saw him I couldn’t take my eyes off him. Trust me when I tell you there was a lot to look at. Well over six feet tall with dark brown almost black hair and dark brown eyes Beau Stewart-Marshall was the epitome of tall dark and handsome. Weighing around 200 pounds he was pure muscle. He had muscles everywhere… He even had a few muscles in that fat ass of his that I couldn’t help but gawk at it. Honestly I could look at that man all day long. I loved everything about them.

I was trying my best to get out of my comfort zone. Those big beefy arms. Those ridges forming his abs. Those two plump mounds of flesh on his backside. That chiseled jawline of his could cut glass if he really wanted to. Lucky for the glass it was framed by a neatly trimmed beard that only added to his sexual appeal. I could go on for hours talking about him. Since he was my roommate I had a lot of time to look at him since we shared a room and a bathroom. My roommate and I had spent weeks getting to know one another. I felt like I had known Beau for years. I could spend all day listing all the things I knew about him. Like the fact that he slept in the nude even in the dead of the winter. He snored in his sleep. When he was upset or angered he bit his bottom lip. He several other facial expressions as well.

I loved it all except for what he loved to do in the bathroom. He would go into the bathroom and wouldn’t leave it after spending a few hours in there. So that by time it came for me to use the bathroom or take a shower the water was freezing.

I awoke to the sound of water running. At first I didn’t realize what was going on. I was still half asleep as I looked around the room. The look on my face was one of confusion. The kind of expression that one makes when they have been sleeping and are suddenly awaken from their slumber. Blinking my eyes I glanced over at my roommate’s bed. It was empty. It took a second for me to realize what he was doing, but then I remembered the water had been running. He was taking another shower. It seemed like only last night he had been in there showering. Maybe because it was…..

Raising my arm up above my head I sniffed my pit. It smelled a little ripe; I needed a bath. ASAP. Climbing off the bed I walked over to the bathroom door. The closer I got to it the more I could hear the water running on the other side. I grasped hold of the door knob with my hand and placed ear to the door. I could hear him in there. He was saying something but I couldn’t make out what it was. It sounded like he was singing. Still a little groggy I just stood there on the other side of the door listening to my roommate who appeared to be singing in the shower. He was actually pretty good from what I could hear. He sounded kind like Steve Grand with a hint of Luke Bryan too. Damn he was hot! Listening closely I discerned that he was singing about someone. Someone he had loved and lost judging by his words

Finally when I built up enough courage to interrupt his sweet song I lightly knocked on the door. The running water must have drowned out my knocking so I raised my hand and started knocking harder.

“Beau?!” I cried out. “Beau can you hear me?”

“You’ve been in there long enough. I got to take a shower too. I smell like crap.” I kept going on….not waiting for a response from my roommate. “Please don’t use all the hot water!”

“Last time you did this and I went to go take a shower…..and…” I was about to finish what I was saying when suddenly the door burst open. And there he was standing before me in nothing but a white towel. The towel was small and it barely managed to cover his lower half.

“You what?” Beau asked. A slight smirk on his face. I don’t know what the towel was for because standing in the doorway I could see his hairy chest glistened with droplets of water. I wanted to lap up the water, but I knew I would be screwed if I laid a finger on my straight roommate.

Staring at him I took in the sight of him. My eyed moved down from his thick pecs. To his hard abs on down to the treasure trail that led to his cock. Looking down I could almost make out the outline of his dick from beneath the towel. It looked huge.

My eyes went wide.

“You what?” he repeated. I was taken aback by his near nakedness to the point that I hadn’t paid much attention to the fact that he had addressed me.

“Last time you took one of your hour long showers when it was my turn to take one the water was freezing cold. You used up all the hot water!” I cried.

“Hey dude, I’m sorry.” He sighed, looking down at his feet.

“I just…just…..I don’t know. I didn’t mean to use up all the hot water.” He stammered. “I—I. It just helps me relax. The hot water pouring all over my body it just relieves me of all my stress. I really am sorry. I’ll try to take shorter ones next time.”

“I promise.” He smiled.

“Beau you don’t have to promise me anything. The bathroom belongs to both of us. We have to share it. Man it’s no big deal. I just would like to take a hot shower once in a while instead of having to make do with the cold water.”

“Besides for what reason would you have to be stressed?” I laughed. “You must have a perfect life. Why would you need to relax….everything must come natural to you.”

“My friend that’s where you are wrong; contrary to popular belief everything does not come naturally to me. Finals are coming up pretty soon and I would like to enjoy my Christmas without having to worry about failing my final.”

“What final?” I blurted.

“It’s just my European History class that I’m struggling in. The professor that I have is a bitch and if I don’t pass this final I’m going to fail the class.”

“Well if you want I could help you study. I’m actually pretty knowledgeable about European history. I could help you pass your final.”

“Man I’d really appreciate it.” He smiled. Raising his hand up for me to give him a high five. I hit his hand. “Hey man we can talk more about this after you’ve put some damn clothes on.”

“Oh yeah.” He grinned, looking down at the towel that clung to his naked flesh. “Shit! I almost forgot I was naked.” He turned and ran back into the bathroom shutting the door behind him Minutes later he came out.

When he did return he was wearing grey sweatpants and a navy blue t-shirt. I gulped as I took him in. The t-shirt was tight around his body, hugging his muscles. And looking down at his sweatpants I noticed a petty prominent bulge in his pants. He was definitely packing and very well endowed. I licked my lips and grunted a little. But he didn’t hear me.

“Man are you alright?” he replied.

“What?” I responded.

“You keep zoning out. I just wanted to make sure that you were doing alright.” He smiled. “You seem like you’ve got a lot on your mind.”

“No man, everything is fine. I was just preoccupied with something.” I sighed, as I sat down on my bed.

“I’m here if you want to talk about it.” He came and sat on my bed right beside me, placing his hand on my shoulder. His hand was heavy but it felt comforting on my shoulders. He thought I was going through something but he had no idea I was mesmerized by that dick of his.

“Beau we don’t need to talk about it. It’s nothing really.” I laughed. “In fact I think we should take this time to see what we are working with.”

“Working with?” He scrowled.

“Yeah your European History class. I wanted to see where you were at. I’m actually studying to become a Teacher” I said. “I really enjoy the subject of History. I could help you with learning the subject.”

“You would do that for me?”

“Of course I would.” I smiled at him. “I know we don’t know each other very well, but you are my roommate. I would like to help you out. Besides I’d rather you not fail and have to retake the class.”

“Oh ok….I appreciate it man.” He chuckled, hitting my back with his hand. “Where do we get started?”

“Well first let’s see your textbook?”

****Scene 4: Eric’s POV********************** 

The Loft, Hampton Apartments,

1210 Hampton Street,

It was Monday morning and I was sleeping so peacefully. My arms wrapped around my husband’s sweet body. I could lay there holding him all day. And I would have stayed like that all day too, if he hadn’t shaken me awake.

“Eric?”

“Eric wake up.” He called.

“Huh? Babe what is it?” I replied groggily.

“I was having an amazing dream.” I yawned, stretching my arms. “What is it baby?”

“Oh I’m sorry babe. I didn’t mean to disturb your sleep I just thought you had a class this morning. I didn’t want you to be late.”

“Screw that class. I haven’t learned anything in that class. I think I’m just going to drop it and take another class next semester” I laughed.

“Baby don’t do that.” He sighed. “You were doing well in that class? Why would you drop it?”

“Babe it’s cool. I don’t even need that class to graduate or to pass this semester.” I smiled at him. I took the class originally because I wanted to have more classes under my belt. But the class had taken a turn I didn’t like.

“Ok Baby………but isn’t that important.” He frowned. He was looking into my eyes and I could see the concern written all over his face.

“Babe between me and you there is something much more important to me.” I grinned.

“Like what?”

“Like this.” I smiled back at him as I leaned into him. My lips puckered up I grabbed the back of my husband’s head and pulled him in for a kiss. I thought he would pull away or chastise me making out with him when I should have been at class so I stuck my tongue down his throat to prevent any speech. But instead he kept kissing me. He was kissing me just like I was kissing him.

His wet tongue swirled around in my mouth. It felt so good to feel his warm tongue deep inside my mouth as we made out. After a few sweet moment of passionate kissing I pulled away allowing both of us the much needed time to catch our breath. As we did this I stared intently into my husband’s eyes.

“Baby.” He groaned.

Before Michael could finish speaking I grabbed hold of him again. Wrapping my fingers around his neck I placed my lips on my husband’s delicate lips as we started kissing again. The more and more we made out the more I wanted to go further. I was loving every minute of it as we swapped saliva.

Continuing to make out we started feeling each other up. Our hands roaming all over our naked bodies. With one hand around his backside and the other hand grasping my handsome husband’s dick I jerked him while I kissed him.

We didn’t have to worry about clothes because we slept naked. I was enjoying kissing Michael immensely but there was something I wanted to get into. That was that tight ass of his. I could tell he wanted to go further as well, because his rock hard cock was pressing against my stomach. Taking it a step further Michael and I rolled over so that he was on top and I was on the bottom.

We stopped kissing when he pulled away from me. He dove down on my chest. When I felt his wet tongue graze my tender nipple I grunted in approval. And when I felt him clamp down on it, lightly nibbling on it I purred into his ears. Pulsating right on my stomach was his hard cock. I grabbed the shaft and lightly stroked it up and down. He moaned loudly.

He returned his attention back to my lips as we started making out once more. I continued my stroking of his cock while I probed his mouth with my tongue. Moving my hand up and down I massaged his cock with my hands. The sounds of our moaning soon filled the room.

We were getting hot and heavy when I couldn’t take it anymore. I was horny as hell. Grasping hold of my husband’s waist I flipped him over onto his back. Wrapping my fingers around his cock, I leaned in taking his rock hard member in my mouth.

I began my earnest work by licking around the head of his cock. His moans of pleasure encourage me to go. Prompted me to suck harder and deeper on that thick dick of his. That delicious tasting dick that I could slurp on all day. We were having so much fun that we hadn’t noticed the knocking on the door… Until it got louder and louder

The sound of me slurping up the precum from Michael’s dick drained out the incessant knocking for a little while. But by the time I had started deep throating that monster the knocking at become too irritating to ignore. Michael had to see what it was. I had to see what it was. We both did.

Throwing a pair of matching robes on Michael and I ran to the door to see what they wanted. We opened the front door to the loft and looked around. But when we got there, there was nobody around. The only thing that out there was wrapped box. It was obviously another gift from my husband’s newest secret admirer….

Another fucking gift…..Here we go again.

With the year quickly coming to an end I could look back on it fondly. Michael and I had been married for over a year now. We were the fathers of a beautiful little boy…..Our precious Johnny. Our life together couldn’t be more perfect. And as an added bonus all of our friends and family seemed to be having a better end of the year than when we had started it. I could go on and on about all the terrible and bad things that had happened to my friends and I at the start of this year. But that would be a waste of time because that’s not going to change anything.

Besides why mess up a wonderful night with my husband by thinking about all of those horrible things? When I could instead think about all the good things. And trust me there was a lot of good. Everything was perfect…… Or everything would have been perfect if my husband wasn’t receiving flowers and sexually explicit letters from an anonymous source. Ever since we had come back to campus from our Thanksgiving break it had been going on. For over two weeks now flowers, gift baskets, presents and so on had been showing up on our doorstep. Every single one of them were addressed to my husband. I mean the first few items were actually pretty useful. Like a packaged box of cookies from Belgium that I helped myself to. Or the incredible comfortable blanket that we had sex on the other day. But it didn’t stop there. No. Not even close. Every gift came with an attached letter, each one more graphic and sexually explicit then the last. Reading letters written from an anonymous source about how sexy your husband’s ass. About how he would look good in a thong. Or about how he would look good in any angle. That kind of shit get annoying after a while. But now I was getting pissed off. You would be angry too. Trust me.

STAY TUNED……