I want to thank everyone for the support on this story so far. These past few chapters have been my first writings. So I apologize if it's a little boring. The characters are all above the age of 18 if they encounter any type of sexual relation at all. This story is based on a true story, but has differences. I hope you all are enjoying it.
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I woke up from a recurring dream I have been having, the night of when I came out. I still am saddened by how my parents reacted, even though I had been prepared for it for years. All the time in the world would not heal the wound left by them. . Not even the 18 months that have passed since then.
That's right 18 months. I am still with Matt, we've moved in together as a matter of fact. Not as big of a place, but still a really good house in the same neighborhood. The new modern flow of the new house clashed with the older, rustic feel of my first house. I always used to say that that house never felt like a home. It was too big for me and Rose and it just never felt right.
The new house was about 500 feet smaller than the previous 5600 square footer I used to live in. The modern, two story house and 3 car garage allowed for plenty of room for me, Matt, Rose and her little puppy Daisy. A lot has changed in a year and a half.
For instance, Matt has been hired as a part-time lawyer at Sterling and Associates. He has gotten even more buff, which I honestly didn't think was possible. He's started getting his chest and armpits, pubes, balls, ass and asshole all waxed. It makes me happy and it was easier to do rather than shave everywhere every single day. The only thing he hasn't shaved is his slight beard. He grew it out a little more, but he keeps it trimmed so you can just barely see the skin through his thick facial hair.
His dark eyebrows brought out his dark roots, which both contrasted the still white as fuck hair. I've tried to get my hair that color but it never turns out well. He probably has magic hair.
He's also gotten more body work done. He's gotten a rainbow in dots behind his right ear. Each dot being a different color of the rainbow. That was his first tattoo, he was so scared that he actually had me sit on him so he wouldn't chicken out. Along with that are my name on his left pec, as well as our anniversary on his left rib.
He has also got more piercings. I swear for someone who hates needles he sure gets acquainted with them very often. He got another guiche, an apadravya,which goes up and down through the head of his dick, and a jacob's ladder consisting of four barbells going up the bottom of his shaft. I'm honestly okay with him getting more piercings because it makes the sex even more amazing, and they look so fucking sexy. The only downside is we can't have sex until they each healed.
I, on the other hand, have become the apprentice of the architect that designed the famous Reunion Tower in Downtown Dallas. It's a tall tower with a ball on the top. And in the ball is a restaurant that spins around so you can see all of Dallas. I'd say that I've bulked up quite a bit. I'm getting close to as buff as Matt was when we first started dating. I still keep my hair platinum,, still clean shaved everywhere. Well more like waxed everywhere. If you can't tell I really don't like body hair.
I've gotten five tattoos. I have a forest of trees going up my right forearm, wrapping around the wrist and stopping before my elbow. Then I have Matt's birthday intertwined with his name on my lower back, pretty much like a tramp stamp. I have my birthday right above my pubic area. I have a long arrow going down my spine, starting just above my shoulder blades and ending in the middle of my midback. Then lastly I have the words "FUCK ME", one on each ass cheek. That way when Matt fuck me he can get turned on easily. I haven't gotten any piercings since i got my nipples and ears pierced, though I have been stretching my ears, which I fucking love so much.
Rose had a litter of puppies and we ended up keeping one of them and named her Daisy. She was getting a little lonely around the house, so we thought she could use a friend. It just worked out that the friend would be her daughter.
Ever since I came out and haven't been depending on my parent's money I've learned to appreciate what I have and to really use what I have been given. That means that I sold my Lamborghini. I hardly ever used it and It was just for the fun of it and it eventually got boring, so sadly it had to go. I also sold the Range Rover, and Matt sold his BMW. With the money we got from selling those cars we were able to get 2 brand new cars. A Mercedes G-Wagon, and a camaro. I still kept the Bentley because that will always be my favorite car and I would not be able to live without it.
Matt and I are going to be juniors at SMU next semester. But that's after summer which has just started. Our last class was U.S. History, was held thursday. Now were are free to do whatever we want for the next 3 months.
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***Matt's point of view***
I can't believe I was able to get work off for three weeks. I have a surprise in store for Carter. He was so stressed out with finals these past few weeks, he really deserve a getaway. And a romantic one at that too.
I stopped at the store today and got a bottle of champagne and a bouquet of Carter's favorite flowers, blue orchids. I also got a box of his favorite candy in the world, twix. I got him a series of cards that will lead him on a scavenger hunt throughout the house, then the very last one will tell him to "Pack your bags, we're going on vacation". I know it's cheesy, but that's the kind of stuff Carter likes.
I pulled my camaro into the garage and quickly pulled the G-Wagon out to the front door. When I got inside I called out for Carter hearing "BAAAAAABBE" echo throughout the house. After a few moments I called again, "BAAAAABBE", this time a little louder. After no response I figured he had gone out somewhere with his friend Nathan. Is three have gotten even closer. I'd say he, besides Carter, is my best friend. And the same for Carter.
I began by putting the champagne in the fridge and putting the orchids in a vase. I put the vase on the island counter so it's the first thing Carter sees when he walks in from the garage.
I then started hiding the clues. I hid all 4 of them in different parts of the house so he won't accidentally run into one of them while searching for a different one.
I also put the candy in a bag that I hung by a string over the railing of the second story. That way the bag was hanging over the living room. It's stupid but I wanted to make sure that Carter would work for his candy, even if it's just lifting a bag from the first floor to the balcony.
After getting his presents set up I started to pack. I took three suitcases out of the storage closet in one of the spare bedrooms and put the smallest one,which was still pretty large, on the counter in the bedroom we converted into a closet.
I started with the hygiene, body care and beauty. I gathered all of our hair products and put them in a box. Gay guys are always stereotyped as having so many hair products, but you wouldn't believe how many we have. Hey, to get hair as pretty as this, you need a lot of products.
I then gathered the face wash, shampoo, body wash, toothbrushes and toothpaste and put them into a toiletries bag. Then I got the trimmers, shaving cream and Carter's razor and put them in a zipper in the suitcase. I then realized I almost forgot the most important thing, a gay guy's hairdryer and brush. I tried hard to make it all fit in the suitcase. It was a tough squeeze, but I somehow got it all in. I zipped that suitcase and put it off by the door of the closet.
I then grabbed one of the double suitcases and put it where the first suitcase was. This one was all for my clothes. Other couples are lucky in that they might be the same size, but unfortunately me and Carter aren't so we need our own clothes.
I grabbed almost all of my short sleeved shirts and pretty much every single one for my dozens and dozens of tank tops. I made sure to get a special one. The pride one Carter had given to me the second day we met. It's amazing how far we've come since that weekend. I wouldn't trade Carter for anything in the world.
I then headed for my shorts section. I really have a lot of clothes. It's a problem. Next was underwear. I have about 50 pairs of underwear. And they're all different. But that's nothing compared to Carter's collection of over a hundred.
I quickly realized that 3 suitcases wasn't going to be enough room for all of our clothes. Crap I hadn't even thought of shoes.
I was able to fit about 5 pairs of socks in my suitcase and just barely was able to zip it up. I really wasn't sure if I could fit Carter's stuff on his suitcase. But if I had to I will get him another suitcase.
