A Store in Pride Valley

The drive to the county office to see the Justice of the Peace was horrendous. I figured that John planned for extra time because that was the kind of guy he was. We needed every minute. The traffic was awful; there must have been an assholes convention with free gas as the grand prize. We finally arrived, but John was still groggy and Suzy was in a foul mood.

“Come on, Suzy, help me here.”

“I’m tired.”

“I know, we’re all tired from being at the doctor’s office all night. You don’t want to miss the 30-second wedding ceremony.”

She dragged herself to her father’s side to hold his hand. I grabbed our papers and we headed inside. No one was in the office as we walked up to the counter. I told the woman behind the counter why we were there.

“Of course,” she said, “we’re expecting you.”

“Good,” I nodded. “I apologize for our rag-tag look. We were in the emergency room quite late.”

“We have a slight problem so I need to apologize.”

“Problem?” asked John.  

“Yes, Mrs. Stephens is usually the one to sign the marriage certificate, but she was told by her pastor that she would be kicked out of her church if she married two men.”

I turned and looked at John. Our being on the national news and the center of a controversy flashed through my head. A woman walked up to the counter. “I’m really sorry. I don’t have anything personal against you. In fact, I was rather excited that you were going to be the first men married in this county, and I was going to do it, but I told some friends, and they told the pastor. And he…” Her eyes filled with tears.

I took a deep breath. ‘Help me,’ I thought. ‘This isn’t about you. Should I say that?’

“Where’s Bruce,” asked Mrs. Stephens. “He’s supposed to be here.” She turned to me and touched my arm. “He works here on my days off. He wanted to do it, but I said no.”

“He’s supposed to be here already… “Oh, here he is.”

“Sorry,” said Bruce. “Somebody lost a wheel on a cattle trailer. No one was hurt, but traffic was blocked. “You must be John and Aaron. I’m so excited. I know that Edith wanted to do this for you, but I’m glad it’s working out for me. I haven’t married anyone before. Where’s your paperwork?”

I handed him our packet. (John really is organized.)

“I’ll need your IDs,” said Bruce. I handed them to him. He looked at them, asked us to sign the form. He signed the form, gave us back the papers, and said, “Congratulations, Mister and Mister Blackwell-Jennings.” I put the papers in the folder. Bruce turned and hugged Edith Stephens.

I’m not sure what I expected, and perhaps it was because I was tired, I’d imagined saying vows. A few minutes later, we were out in the car.

“I’m sorry, Aaron. I had no idea.”

“It doesn’t matter, John. It really doesn’t.”

“Babe.”

“What matters is that you’re here with me now,” I said.

“And you’ve got me, Aaron.”

“I’ve got you, babe.”

“I’ve got you, babe,” he repeated.

I couldn’t help it; I started singing. “And I’ve got flowers in the spring.”

He chuckled. “And I got you to wear my ring.”

“And when I’m sad, you’re always a clown, and when I get scared, you’re always around.”

John grabbed my hand. “So put your little hand in mine; there ain’t no hill or mountain we can’t climb.”

I leaned over and kissed him. “I’ve got you, babe.”

He laughed and kissed me back. “You don’t feel cheated that he just asked us to sign a paper and then handed us the marriage certificate?”

“We’re married and to each other. That’s what matters. I’ve got you, babe.”

“Let’s go to the airport and catch our plane.”

“What are we going to do for clothes?” I poked him in the belly.

“I packed the car yesterday. Everything we need is in the back. Except for our pink underwear. I thought we’d be wearing that now.

“That’s OK. I’m gonna spank your bottom pink later.

“That’s gross!” Susy shouted from the back seat.

“Let’s go,” said John.

I turned around. Susy was rolling her eyes. “Why’s it take two dads to get to the airport?”

“Don’t ask me,” said Susy. “But my friend Elizabeth says that it takes guys longer to figure things out because they think with their penises.”

John turned to face straight ahead.  

“Your friend is right,” I said. “That’s why you should avoid boys at all costs.”

“But I don’t want to like girls; I like boys.” I heard her sigh.  

“Hey, Susy,” I tried to remind her. “I said to avoid them; I didn’t say not to like them.”

“Then how am I supposed to find the guy I want to marry?”

“Your father will pick one out for you when you are twenty-five.”

“I want to pick him myself.”

“Aaron is teasing you about that. He’s not teasing when he is telling you to be careful. We’ll talk about it again.”

“I’m not sure I want to talk about it until I tell you whom I’m going to marry.”

“OK,” said John. “Let me know when you change your mind.”

Susy didn’t say anything else, and when John looked back at her about five minutes later, she was asleep. We traveled on to the airport, flew to the beach, and took a rental car to the condo John had rented for us for the next three days.

The view was beautiful. John was disappointed that the condo was not as fancy as he had understood it to be. The place was clean, and that was the most important thing on my list. As for Susy, she wanted to go to the beach. John took her while I carried our belongings to the rooms. When I finished, I went out to the balcony to see where they might be. I saw three adults and four kids coming up the boarded sidewalk. John was one of the adults. I wanted to go down and meet them, I had water heating on the stove, and I didn’t want to turn it off, nor did I want to leave it alone. I decided to turn it off and was at the stove when the door opened.

“Where’s the sexy man I married?” he asked.

“I’m not sure, but let’s not worry. I’ll stand in for him.”

“You do look a lot like him,” said John. He pressed up to me and kissed me. “Hold on a second.” I put some tea bags in the water after turning off the heat. He was back. He put a bottle of lube on the counter and circled me with his uninjured arm. I leaned my head back and he kissed my ear.

I turned to face him. “Hey, Jon-Jon. I noticed that the kid is missing. Did you leave her on the beach?”

“She’s playing video games with the kids downstairs. They’ve got two boys and one girl. The girl was excited that there was another girl here. Her parents suggested she stay with them to give us our wedding night.”

“You’re kidding.”

“Not this time, Aaron.” His kiss was long, deep, sensuous. He pulled his shirt, but he couldn’t get it off with his arm wrapped in the velcro-wrapped splint held in the sling.

I gently moved his shirt and the sling until I finally got his shirt off.

“Aaron, take your shirt off; I need to feel your skin against mine.”

I slipped out of my shirt and pressed our bodies together. I kissed him. “We’re married.” Tears filled my eyes as I realized that he had committed to me, and I had to him.  

“I love you, Aaron.” He kissed my chest. His hand slipped into my pants. His touch made me hard. “Aaron, yesterday, you wanted to bend me over the stove. Bend me now.” He moved to face the sink.

I pressed into his back. I kissed his neck. My hands pushed his waistband down to expose his entire crack. I pushed my pants down; my erection pushed into his split. I grabbed my cock and rubbed the head across his hole. I dripped some lubricant at the top of his split. I continued to move my dick up and down, spreading the lube. John moaned each time I went over his rosebud.

John tilted his hips and moved his hole back and up. I pushed into it. “Oh, Aaron. Show me.”

I grabbed his hips and pushed all the way into him. We began to synchronize our fuck, and we fell into step quickly. Our physical love reached the pinnacle as John squeezed down on me and sent his seed spewing against the counter with neither of us touching him. I seeded him only seconds later. His sphincter held tight on my dick.

“I don’t want to lose a drop of what you’ve given me,” she told me.

My eyes misted as I realized he wasn’t talking about my ejaculate. “I love you so much, John. I’ll never stop.”

That was not the happiest night of my life as each night with John got better and better. We watched Susy grow up into a strong woman who fell in love with the boy living next door to John’s house, which became our house. I didn’t sell the other house. It became a home for three mentally challenged boys from Pride Valley as they entered manhood. The state provided caretakers, and I was glad they could stay in their hometown.

Pride Valley continued to thrive, and more shops opened. The Dainty Teacup never served dinner, but other entrepreneurs, gay, straight, and undecided, opened successful businesses. Eventually, Susy and Ethan took over the Sewing Shop, and John and I began to spend more of our time together. We found that we like to travel with a small travel trailer and snuggle together when the weather got cold.  

About a year after taking over the shop, Susy gave us a grandchild, a shapeless blob of a boy they named Isaac. Within six months, he was the most beautiful boy on the planet. He was going to turn out hotter than John. I was going to have to go to college with him to keep him out of trouble. He was going to have a line of guys, girls, or both waiting to make out with him. I just knew it. John rolled his eyes when I told him so. He took me home and made love to me just to get my mind off it. Not that he needed a reason, but I decided to mention what a hunk Issac was going to turn into as often as possible.

I loved to watch John’s face as he loved me. I’ll never get enough of him.

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