Jack pounded his clenched fists on the steering wheel of his truck for the umpteenth time as he drove the four hours back home from the island. ‘Why did he have to say that? They were having a great time, why did he have to ruin it by saying those fucking three words? In a month he’ll be off to Ecuador, and I’ll never see him again anyway. Fuck him! I don’t even want to see him again.’ He seethed, while a tear ran down his face.
It had been three long days at work, since the island. His boss had let him come back early from vacation, but that was a mistake. Everyone wanted to know about the trip and each time he was asked, it made him relive, in his mind, the gut-wrenching departure all over again.
In addition, he was so fucking tired of people asking him if he ‘felt OK’, or he ‘didn’t seem himself’, they were ‘worried about him’, annoying shit like that. Thankfully it was finally Saturday. He didn’t have to go to work and be reminded about losing Jorge. ‘As if’! “AAARRRGGGG!”
He reached into his jean pocket and pulled out his vibrating phone, “Logan” on the screen. “Hey”
“You OK man?”
“Dude, I am so fucking sick of people asking me that.” Jack snapped.
“So that would be a ‘no’.”
Jack knew how much Logan cared for him, and it helped a bit to hear the smile in Logan’s voice with his response. “Yeah, it’s a fucking no.” He sighed. “I sure fucked things up.”
“Royally. It’s just another thing I love about you man. When you decide to fuck up, you swing for the fences.”
“Fuck you, asshole.” Jack smiled.
“So, is that a proposition?” Followed by a long pause. “Too soon?” a chuckle.
“Oh man, you are such a dick. Oh Jeez, I hear you laughing you prick.” Now hearing Logan laughing even harder made Jack start to laugh as well, for the first time in days. “Damn you Logan, I can’t even talk. But really, thanks man. How was Jorge after, you know, after I left?”
“He’s devastated bro. I ain’t gonna lie. I know it freaked you out, but that kid really does love you. I hope you don’t mind me saying so, but I’m not sure you would have acted the way you did, if you didn’t love him too.”
“Dude, I know you are right. I’ve thought about nothing else for four days. I think about him all the time, like ALL the time.”
“You should reach out to him.”
“First of all, there is no service on the island and second, for what? He’ll be back in Ecuador in three weeks. What, am I supposed to have a long-distance relationship with my boyfriend? I can’t even mentally figure out the boyfriend part yet, let alone try to do it long distance. As much as I miss him, it is best to just end it now, get it over with. It’s going to end soon anyway. After the way I treated him, why would he want me back?” Jack finished with heart-crushing sadness.
“I wish I knew what to say bro. You know I am always here for you if you just need to talk. No one can give you shit better than me bro. I got you.”
“I know you do man. I appreciate it so much. I also never thanked you for, um, you know, accepting me. Once you found out I was… um, well that I was closer to bi / gay than straight, you didn’t treat me any different.”
“I cannot lie bro. I’ve had my suspicions for a while. When I saw you and Jorge all googly-eyed at each other that first day in the Grill, I was convinced. I realized it was the first time I had ever seen you ‘smitten.’”
“What do you mean ‘you had your suspicions’? What did I do that made you think I might not be straight?” Jack asked in a disbelieving, shocked tone.
“It was really just a lot of little things, that seem clear, after the fact. Like you never initiated the conversations we’d have about a hot chick. If a hot chic walked by, you would rarely look, but at times I’d see you check out a hot guy. Girls would throw themselves at you and you’d brush them off. If you were dating you never seemed excited about the girl and when you broke up it was like, like, you opened the window of your truck, and a fly buzzed out. You were never upset about it.”
“Dude, your analogy…, just awful.” Jack chuckled. “But I know what you mean. I felt bad for the girl, but not for the relationship.”
“I hope we’re not going to have to have these long-ass, boring girly-conversations about our feeeeelings, all the time, now that you are gay, are we?”
“Fuck you, asshole.” Jack hearing Logan giggling. “Again? I can’t wait to kick your ass the next time I see you.” Jack laughed.
“Hey man, I gotta bounce. I love you bro.”
‘Another work week done’ Jack thought as he pulled into his drive. It had again been a long week. It seemed no matter what he did, somehow it would remind him of Jorge and the fact that in only 16 more days he would be leaving the US for good.
He sat in his truck thinking about what had happened at lunch today. He was looking at the menu when out of the corner of his eye he saw Jorge waiting on the table next to him. He spun and jumped out of his chair and yelled ‘Jorge!’ Scaring the shit out of the poor Hispanic kid with the white polo and black shorts, causing him to nearly drop the pitcher of water.
The worst of all was the image that haunted him day and night. The image of Jorge’s vulnerable, sincere face when he had told him he loved him. The look of total complete love. A love without ending. Then seconds later that same beautiful face with a tortured mixture of confusion, fear, and utter sadness when he abruptly said he had to go.
He walked into his house and tossed his keys on the counter, nearly landing in his dirty cereal bowl from this morning. He looked around the messy house realizing it had never looked like this. While it was not normally perfect, it was always clean and neat. Lately it did not matter to him. He clicked on the TV and began mindlessly scrolling the YouTube channel.
Suddenly he heard a knock at the door. ‘Nobody just drops by’ He thought. ‘Must be those damn Jehovah’s Witness again.’ He continued to scroll, when he heard another, louder knock. ‘WTF, they are persistent.’ As he scrolled to a wildlife program about moose, that looked promising.
WHAM WHAM WHAM! “Holy shit!” He swore and jumped from his chair and stomped to the front door. He grabbed the lever and jerked it open. “What the hell do….” Jack stood frozen mid-word, his mouth hanging open, not believing his eyes.
“Jack?” Jorge said weakly.
“Jorge! Oh my god!” Jack yelled and grabbed him into a tight hug, then a passionate kiss. “I am so sorry. Can you ever forgive me?” Jack blurted tearfully.
“Can I come in?”
“Of course. Of course. Come in. Here let me…” Jack began to pick up things around the house. “Sorry, it is not normally like this. I have not been myself the last week or so and..” He felt Jorge’s hand on his.
“I don’t care about that. I could not go back home without seeing you again. Without knowing how you feel about me. Knowing if there was any chance…”
Jack sat down on the couch next to Jorge. He took his hand and looked into those brown eyes. Those beautiful sparkling caramel eyes. “I am so sorry Jorge. I do not deserve you. But if there is anything in my life that I am sure of now, it is that I love you. I love you so much. If you can possibly forgive me, I swear I wil…mmmmfff.” Jacks’ lips were covered in another passionate kiss.
“Wait, you’re not supposed to be done with work for two more weeks.”
“I told them that I had to quit, due to a family emergency.”
“But how did you find me?”
“Logan.” Jorge smiled.
“I should have known.” Jack chuckled. “He is the best. So, are you heading back home early then?” Jack asked with trepidation.
“Well, I was hoping I could stay here, and we could hang out for the remaining two weeks. I could be your house boy when you are at work, cause it looks like you could use one.” Jorge joked as he looked around the room.
“Yeah, true that. But seriously dude, that would be so fucking lit! Grab your bag and I will give you a quick tour. Can I get you a beer?”
“Sure, that’d be great.”
Jack bounded to the fridge, his feet barely touching the floor and snagged two Labatt Blue Lights. He showed his love around his small home. “And this is where all the excitement happens” he laughed and waved his arm around showing off the master bedroom.
“Well in that case, we better get it prepared.” Jorge jumped up on the bed and walked to the wall, causing a very confused look to appear on Jack’s face. Jorge then reached up and took the large picture, hanging above the head of the bed, off the wall. “This thing was in peril.” Both young studs started laughing as Jack tackled Jorge to the bed.
“Jorge, I missed you so much. I have thought about you every second, of every minute, of every hour of every day. The inexcusably awful way I left you. I am committed to proving to you it was a one-time fluke and pray some day you can forgive me.”
“I already have.” As he pulled Jack’s T-shirt up over his sculpted chest and lowered his lips to Jacks.
With the hot studs’ lips on his, in a quickly escalating kiss, Jack’s fingers searched for the bottom of Jorge’s shirt. The two athletic jocks briefly separating, just long enough for the impeding garment to be shed. Jorge drove his tongue back into the hot confines of his lover’s mouth, licking and sucking the saliva out of the hot stud below him, as muscular arms firmly embraced, and hands caressed. Feeling Jorge’s skin and hot muscular chest against his sculpted skin again, was more than words could describe. He felt whole again. Like his heart could burst with happiness.
Jack’s hand slid down the boy’s back and slipped under the waist band of his shorts. He grasped the firm, almost bubble butt, and slipped a finger into the warm moist crack, grazing the kid’s pulsating pucker. Jack felt a vibrating moan fill his hard-working mouth, as he pushed his finger into the trembling muscle.
“Oh baby, I was going out of my mind missing you.” Jack breathed, breaking the mouth locked suction just long enough to speak, as he pulled the Ecuadorian’s shorts down and completed the disrobing task with his bare foot.
Jorge lifted his head and smiled down at the gorgeous stud’s face below. The tousled wavy brown hair, longer on top and shorter on the sides. The gold-flecked hazel eyes, the strong nose with a soft point at the end. The bright red, wet lips from his recent mauling, still gapped slightly open. Down to the square chin, with a mild sexy dent, flanked by a crisp jaw line. The first time he saw him across that dining room, he knew that this was the most beautiful man he had ever seen.
He sucked and licked his way down the strong neck, moving his lips to Jack’s hard nipple, surrounded by a nickel sized patch of darker skin. His tongue licked across the areola and collided with the hard bud. A loud moan reverberated deep in the sculpted chest of the jacked 25-year-old homeowner.
His mouth clamped over the pigmented circle of skin, and he sucked it into his mouth, lapping his tongue firmly over the sensitive nub. “Oh, fuck Jorge.” Jack moaned, his eyes closed, his left hand on the back of the young studs’ head, increasing the pressure. “What are you doing to me?”
Jorge switched sides and slid his hand down the rippled abs, under the waistband, his fingers curled under the heavy balls, his palm and wrist rubbing down on the hard, dripping cock. He then pushed down Jack’s Jeans and began to lick the big orbs, sucking one, then the other into his mouth.
“Oh yeah. Suck those balls. Aaahhhhhh yeah.”
The young stud’s mouth moved lower, licking, nipping and sucking on the moaning jocks taint. He lifted the muscular thighs and licked his way down the crack and began to lap across the quivering boy-pussy. “Oh, fuck Jorge. Fuuuuccckkkk.” As he licked the tight opening, he wrapped his fingers around the hard rod, that had dripped a small pre-cum pool on his lover’s washboard abs and stroked.
Jack had his hands on the back of his knees holding his legs up, clearly enjoying the rimming. Jorge began to tongue fuck the big stud. Each time he would thrust his tongue in the tight hole, he would pump Jack’s cock, driving the stud wild.
“Please fuck me, Jorge. Please make love to me. I can’t wait another minute.”
Jorge smiled and replaced his tongue with his finger and slid it into the hot, tight orifice, stroking the panting jocks’ love nut. He moved his mouth up and slid it over the stud’s cock, taking it down to the hilt. His lips crushed against the trimmed crotch, and his throat stuffed with his lover’s hot rod.
Jack grabbed the hair on Jorge’s head with both hands as his hips pumped up, trying to drive his cock deeper into the talented mouth, while pushing his ass back on the thrusting fingers. The ripped stud could not hold on any longer. His broad chest rose up as he sucked in air, filling his lungs. “I’M CUMMING. FUUUCCCKKK JORGE! AAAAGGGHHHHH!”
The first four long spurts filled Jorge’s mouth to the brim. He pulled off the pumping firehose and caught the last three in his hand. He slid up the perspiring jock and placed his lips over the still-gasping lips of his boyfriend. Their tongues dueling for their share of the thick load.
As they continued to make out, he slipped his cum filled hand down and began to force the slick excretion into Jack’s pliable love chute. He continued the kiss as he moved his hard cock up against the cum slickened muscle and slowly pushed inside.
“Uuunnnnnnn. Mmmmmmmm. Jorge, how I have missed you. You feel so good inside me.” Jack purred, reaching up and pushing a stray strand of hair out of Jorge’s eyes. He wrapped his arms around him and his biceps bulged as he held him tight to his chest, feeling the powerful hips push forward again. He wrapped his muscular legs around his lover’s waist, maximizing skin on skin contact as his boyfriend made love to him.
Their two rippled bodies tangled together, maximizing contact as Jorge continued to devour the mouth of the man of his dreams. His hips pushing deep and tight, then pulling all the way back and pushing in deep again. The two young studs clinging tightly to each other, as if never to part again, as Jorge continued the purposeful rhythm, fucking the man he loved.
“Oh Jorge, you feel so fucking good. Every inch of you feels so good. You’re going to make me cum again you gorgeous stud.” Jack moaned loudly, the pleasure-pressure in his loins rising as Jorge’s hips were undulating that big cock into him.
Hearing this Jorge began to pick up the pace. The sound of slapping flesh filled the room as he began to drive his cock in to his love with more force.
“Fuck me man. Fuck me harder. Fill me with your seed.”
Jorge was now pistoning in and out of the hot jock. He gripped the sweaty stud below him as he pumped him hard. He then felt Jack tense up and freeze, like time stood still. Then the muscled body began to jerk.
“FUCK! I’M CUMMING!” His pulsating cock, sandwiched between two slick six-packs, soaked them and filled the groves with a hot sea of cum. His orgasmic sphincter glamping down hard on the hot thrusting love stick that was nailing his love nut.
The increased friction triggered the eruption of white lava that had been building in Jorge’s big balls. “AAAAAHHHHHHGGGGG” He screamed as he began pumping his seed deep into Jack’s obligingly receptive loins.
The two post-orgasmic studs lay tightly together, basking in the post-sex bliss.
“That….. That, how does it keep getting better? Fuck man. I love you, Jorge Cordova.”
“I love you too Jack Riley.” Placing soft wet kisses on Jack’s sweaty red face.
After a long shower, the boys sat around the fire pit in the backyard, watching the long flames lick around the sticks of maple and ash under the starlit sky. Their chairs pushed together, arm on arm, fingers laced with Jack’s bare thigh resting on Jorge’s and Jorge’s head on Jack’s shoulder.
“Reminds me of the island.” Jorge whispered.
“Me too. The place where I fell in love with the cutest island boy. I never believed in ‘love at first sight’, till that first day on the island, when I saw you walking my way at the Grill.”
“Did Logan tell you?”
“Tell me what?”
“I told him that same thing, the day after you left. That I fell in love with you, the first time I saw you sitting at their table, that fateful lunch hour.”
“No, Logan never mentioned that.” Jack said thoughtfully.
“I was so happy when you asked me to go with you to see the northern lights. I knew at that moment, I had to make a move that night. That it could be my last chance. I was so nervous.”
“You know, Logan was the one who told me I should ask you. I felt it, but was too blind to see it. He gave me the push I needed, no, I wanted. I just did not know it at the time.”
“I loved you even more, as I got to know your friends. You know, the morning I found out that you had left, I was a mess. Logan told Royce to take me home and he would finish my shift. He said he was a server in college and certainly knew the menu.”
“Royce sat with me and talked to me all morning. He told me stories about you and how rash you could be. He told me not to worry, that you would come around. They were both so awesome. Logan even forced me to keep his tips, saying I could use the money to visit you, before I left the country, if I wanted. They made me feel so much better. They treated me like I was important to them, because they knew I was important to you.”
“Jorge. I’m sorry I put you through all that. I swear I am going to make it up to you. Thank you for telling me. Logan never mentioned any of that either. They are the best. You will have to tell me which stories Royce told you, about my ‘rash’ behavior, so I can give my side.” Jack said with a laugh. “Unfortunately, I can think of a few possible ones.”
“You tell me those first, and I will let you know if it is a story Royce told.” Jorge said with a grin.
“Nice try. I do know that the worst ever was when I bolted, after the love of my life told me he loved me. Something else that has been weighing on my mind. Were my actions in abruptly abandoning you made worse, due to what happened to you in Ecuador.” Jack said with feeling.
“What was that?”
“How your boyfriend disappeared a couple of years ago. How my actions may have made that even worse for you.”
“It was very different. Jose was my first. I was only 19 and I already knew at least a dozen people who had vanished. It was tough. Here I had a support team. Logan and Royce made a world of difference. There I only had my sister. My mom only cares about my dad. He is a powerful man in the government. My parents didn’t know about Jose. Also, I knew where to find you.” Jorge said and leaned in for a long kiss. “Take me to bed and make love to me, you gorgeous hunk.”
The next day Jack showed Jorge around the city where he lived. Jack relished Jorge’s excitement and enthusiasm. No matter where they went in the familiar town, it was like Jack had never been there before. Jorge made everything so much better. The conversation flowed, frequently punctuated with laughter as the two young jocks spent the day together.
“What a day. I wish every day could be like this.” Sighed Jorge. Four hours later, after three bouts of passionate sex, the two exhausted, panting, sweaty studs, wrapped in each other’s arms, finally drifted off to sleep in the early morning hours.
The next morning Jack felt the warm skin against his chest as his eyes fluttered open. Laying on his right side and his left arm draped across his lover’s broad chest. His lips nestled against the back of Jorge’s neck and his morning wood pressed in the young stud’s crack. He kissed Jorge’s neck and pushed his hips slowly forward, his hard member disappearing into the slick hot channel.
Jorge began to move and then moaned as he felt Jack enter him. He turned his head, and brought their lips together for a hungry morning kiss, as he felt the big cock fully sheathed in his boy pussy. “Oh Jack” he cooed. “I love your alarm ‘cock’. Wake me big boy. Wake me like this every morning and I’ll be a happy man.”
“No problem, babe. I plan to make you very happy.” Jack smiled as his thrusts picked up the pace.
“What do you want to do today?” Jorge asked as Jack plated waffles, eggs and sausage patties for the hungry boys.
“Yesterday was so amazing, and we have so little time left. I want you to come with me somewhere after lunch. I am not sure how it will go, and I would like you there for support, in case it goes south.
After lunch at Jack’s favorite burger drive-in on the beach, they drove along in the late model Sierra AT4. “Dude this truck is so dope, oh and thanks for the burger. I don’t think I have ever had better.”
Jack looked over at Jorge, lust in his eyes, “I know I have never had better.” His hand snaking up his passenger’s thigh.
“Keep your eyes on the road you horny stud.” Jorge laughed.
“I am not sure how my boss is going to take this. He is a real hard-ass. Not really the social type. He’s tough, but fair and everyone respects him. He is a stickler for policy though, which is why I am worried. Plus, I have no idea how he will take or feel about ‘us’. He seems really conservative. If he doesn’t like it, fuck em. I’ll get another job.” Jack finished, his anger rising.
“Hey man. Let’s see what he says first. You said he is fair. You don’t have to risk your job. Let’s leave ‘rash-Jack’ on the back burner for now, huh babe? This is making me think of one of Royce’s rash-Jack stories.” Jorge giggled.
Jack, instantly feeling less tense, looked over at Jorge and smiled. “Did I mention yet today how much I love you?”
The big truck pulled into the long concrete driveway. “Damn, that’s a big house.” Jorge exclaimed looking at the looming structure. “Things must be good at your company.”
“Most of our contracts are for cyber ops and other support services for the US government. But do not mention anything about that. We’re not supposed to talk about what we do.”
Jack and Jorge walked up to the large entrance and pushed the doorbell.
“Jack, I received your text. Come on in. Let’s have a seat on the patio.”
“Thanks Mr. Stewart. This is Jorge.”
“Nice to meet you, Jorge. Would you guys like a mimosa? We were just pouring some.”
“No thank you and sorry to interrupt you on a Sunday.”
“Nonsense. Marie, would you bring us three mimosas? Thanks.”
The maid set the tall glasses down and went back inside. Jack looked at Jorge, picked up the flute and shrugged his shoulders.
“Now Jack, what can I do for you?”
“I’ll get right to the point Sir. When I was on vacation a little over a week ago, I met Jorge. He has to go back to Ecuador in two weeks. I have more than enough vacation time built up and would like to take the next two weeks off. I know the policy requires a week’s notice for vacation approval, so I came here today to give you as much notice as I could.”
“Jack, you seem to know the vacation policy. Why is this so important that you don’t want to follow it?”
Jorge’s eyes were on Jack as he took a deep breath. “Jorge is my boyfriend. We fell in love on the island and only have two weeks to get to know each other better. I’m sorry if you don’t approve, but…”
“Wait here.” Mr. Stewart stood up abruptly and strode back inside the house.
“I don’t care what that homophobe says.” Snapped a seething Jack. “I’m taking vacation or quitting.”
“Babe, he didn’t say no yet. The least we can do is hear him out. He is pretty scary though.” Said a visibly nervous Jorge.
“Gentlemen, I would like you to meet my son, Scott.” Mr. Stewart announced as he walked across the stone patio with two GQ-like models in tow. “And this is Matt, Scott’s husband.” Both Jack and Jorge looked at each other in surprise.
“This is Jack and his boyfriend Jorge, from Ecuador.”
“Ah, nice to meet you guys.” Jack and Jorge said as they stood and shook the hot guy’s hands.
“Jack is one of our brightest young employees. He came here today with a pre-conceived notion that I was anti-gay. I introduced you so you could inform him of my open-mindedness and acceptance.” Mr. Stewart said to his son.
Scott and Matt both burst out laughing. “Now, maybe. You should have seen what this hard-ass put us through when I first came out to him, Matt at my side btw.” Scott said lovingly.
“Ok, Ok. Let’s not go back in time.” Mr. Stewart scolded.
“No, seriously though. He has come a long way. We are closer now than we ever were before, though he could stop dropping obvious hints about when are we going to give him a grandchild.” Scott turned and gave his teary-eyed dad a big hug, with Matt joining in.
“Sorry I brought you two out here. You are ruining my hard-ass reputation.” Mr. Stewart said in a non-convincing tone.
“Nice to meet you guys. If you ever need help with him, you call me.” Scott said as he and his husband went back inside.
“Back to your request. The vacation policy has exceptions for managers’ discretion. Request granted. With two stipulations. 1. You always treat each other with respect. 2. You tell no one at work anything about your visit here today.”
Jack jumped up and hugged his unsuspecting boss. “Thank you, sir.”
The next two weeks were a whirlwind of an adventure. They went downstate and stayed with Logan and his girlfriend for a couple of days. Royce and his fiancé joined them as well as Joey and his now very pregnant wife. They had a great time together.
They then traveled a couple of hours to Jack’s parents’ house. “So, you have not told them anything about me?” Jorge said in shock.
“I wanted to, but the right time just never came up.”
“And you are just telling me this now, as I sit in your truck in their driveway?”
“You are right. We can leave right now. I am sorry I am such a chicken. I did not want to do it on my own. I wanted you by my side, but now I realize that is not fair to you, especially since you have never even met them. I do not know how they will react. We are close, but this is uncharted waters.”
“Damn babe, you do make rash decisions. I am in this with both feet. Let’s meet the ‘rents!”
As Jack reached for the door, it swung open. “Hi honey, what a nice surprise.” Said his mom through a tight hug.
“Mom, Dad, this is my boyfriend, Jorge. We met on the island. He is from Ecuador.”
‘Damn dude, didn’t even get in the house and you drop the bomb on them.’ Thought Jorge.
“Hi Jorge. Nice to meet you.” Said Jack’s mom, giving a stern look to his father.
The next day Jack took Jorge around the small town he grew up in. “I used to come to this little island park on my bike. It was my favorite spot. I would sit and feed the ducks and geese for hours. I fished right over there on the far side of the island. Figures that my favorite spot was an island.” As he pulled Jorge into a passionate kiss.
“How do you think it went last night with your parents?” Jorge asked
“Surprisingly well. I mean, there was obviously shock at first, especially my dad. But later on they acted like they normally do, except for all those embarrassing questions my mom asked. No doubt in my mind, that you being there with me is what made it go so well. They really like you.”
“I love you so much Jack. These last two weeks have meant the world to me. I do not want to leave.”
“Then stay. Stay with me.”
“I can’t. I have to finish school. My visa is expiring as well. I have to go.”
“I will take you to Chicago tomorrow for your flight. But I have to ask you this one question before you go.” Jack dropped down to one knee. “Jorge Cardova, will you make me the happiest man in the world and marry me?”
Jorge looked down at the most beautiful face he had ever seen. Eyes filled with hope. “Jack Riley, you rash, crazy man. Of course I will marry you.” Their lips crushed together as two bodies became one.
“I have no idea on how we make this thing work, but I know I want to spend the rest of my life with you Jorge.”
“I know getting my work visa took quite a while. Would you want to get married in Ecuador? It is very beautiful. I think you would like it. Full disclosure, I do not think my father will accept it.”
“I would go anywhere on earth to marry you babe. Just so it is as soon as possible. I am going to go crazy with out you by my side.”
After the very, very, very teary goodbye at O’Hare, Jorge looked out the window of the triple seven as it climbed into the sky. His mind was full of questions. ‘How was he going to present this to his parents. His sister would understand. But should he even tell his father? They were not close, and he was sure that him marrying a man would not be well received.
TO BE CONTINUED WITH FINAL CHAPTER
