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.There was aheightened sense of satisfaction being in the public place, the thrill tickling his balls as he gave in to Cal’s ministrations.Cal continued to strengthen the suction on his dick.He felt hisorgasm nearing, dancing just under the surface.When he clenched hisass around the toy, combined with Cal’s suckling, he exploded.Hegasped and dropped back to his elbows on the hood of the car with ahollow thud.Cal followed his movements, his mouth still wrapped68Winona Wilderaround his cock.When he finally pulled off, he licked his lips and smiled.The late afternoon sun highlighted his dirty blond hair andbright blue eyes.He’d do anything for Cal—or Evan—and this dinnerproved that.If he lost his family because he loved these men, then so be it.They meant that much to him.“Kiss me,” said Cal as Waylon sat straight.He complied, eager tokiss his boyfriend’s sweet, swollen lips.“Can you taste yourself on my tongue?” he asked between breaths.He could.There was a faint tartness in Cal’s mouth fromWaylon’s cum, but it didn’t bother him.He loved the fact that Calwasn’t turned off by swallowing because Waylon thought it washotter than hell.* * * *“Hurry up,” ordered Waylon as he rushed to put the finishingtouches on the table.Everything had to be perfect.The house wasclean—dusted, swept, and mopped.All three of them had gonethrough the place like a tornado all weekend to get it ready.The table top was decorated with individual place settings in Evan’s best china and silverware.Cal picked up the centerpiece at a little shopdowntown, which reflected the coming fall season with pinecones andrich colors.Would it be enough? Would it be enough for his family to accept this homosexuality?Evan carried out the closed casserole dish with two oven mitts toprotect him from the hot surfaces.He carefully set it on the potwarmer and stood back to examine the feast.There were salads, bothhot and cold, fresh rolls, vegetables and a pasta dish.The main course was Evan’s roast, which he doted over all morning in the kitchen, not even coming along to the grocery store with them.Waylon realizedjust how much time the threesome spent together.They were likethree peas in a pod and never felt caged.“Looks great,” he said.Choosing Love69“Where’s Cal?”Evan peered down the hall.“He’s just as nervous as you.Hehasn’t stopped looking in the mirror since you got home.”“He’s worried about his scars.I keep telling him them make himeven sexier, but he doesn’t believe me.”“We’ll show him tonight.” Evan winked and brushed his hair fromhis face before tending to last minute details in the kitchen.The doorbell rang.Waylon’s heart was in his throat as he answered the door.His twobrothers rudely bustled in first before their parents, clapping him on the back.It felt like old times, back on the ranch.He roughhoused with his brothers daily, which he felt aided him as a football player in high school and college.They brought the freshness of the outdoors with them and allowed the rich, savoring scents from the table to leak out into the evening.“Wow! Nice place, bro,” said James.“Look, he has a big screen,” announced Brent.His parents filed in next.While he hugged his mother, his dadslipped her jacket off from behind.It was good to see them again.Though he wasn’t the innocent farm boy that had left for college— hewas a man, on his own, and in charge of his own future.Dinner was uneventful.The food tasted great, and his parentsenjoyed conversing with Evan.He was an endless well ofinformation, and his knowledge of history entertained his father.It was good chumming with his brothers again.Everyone said they alllooked alike, the same build, blond hair and strong jaw typical of all Matthews men.His mother asked Evan for the recipe of his roast beef.It fell apart on the fork and tasted heavenly.Cal and Evan worked so hard for thedinner to be a success, and it had been.Just knowing how much theycared about him, filled him with the confidence he needed.70Winona WilderThe time had come.He took a gulp of air, straightened his spine,and looked to Evan and Cal for encouragement.They each gave aslight nod.“Mom, Dad.I have something to tell you.”“Okay.” His father shifted in his seat, making him more nervous.All he could replay in his head were the things his dad drilled intohim during his life at home.“Cal’s not just my roommate.He’s also my boyfriend.” There.He’d done it.Short, simple and to the point.He exhaled, the sound audible as the table turned silent.His father used the cloth napkin to dab at the corner of his mouth,then stood and walked to the door without a single word.Although his mother looked stricken, clearly embarrassed by his father’s dismissal, she followed behind him as he expected.Deep within, he knew hisdad wouldn’t accept his news, but he hoped his mother would have atleast said something comforting.She was his mother.When his fatherwould give him a whooping for something trivial growing up, she wasalways right there with sweet words and promises of better days.Buthe was a grown man now and had to find his own strength within.Nomore kissing the wounds.He didn’t have to be a victim.His daddidn’t walk away from him, Waylon did
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