15 comments/ 25158 views/ 38 favorites The Garage: Forever Yours Ch. 01 By: gizm4c A special thanks to one of my favorite authors, nomoretears00, who was kind enough to let me know about story length. With the info she provided, these chapters should be longer than my first attempt. If you haven't read her series "The Harvest" I recommend taking the time to do so. It's amazing. All characters in this story are a figment of my imagination. All characters engaging in sex are at least 18 years or older. 1 - CLIFF NEEDS HELP Cliff tossed the notebook and phone book onto his large butcher-block style kitchen table as he walked past it to the coffee pot on the kitchen counter. He pulled down his favorite coffee mug and filled it. He added a few spoonfuls of sugar and absently stirred it as he walked back to the table, his eyes on the notebook. Drinking his coffee, he sighed, and opened the notebook. This morning his cell phone calendar had beeped, popping up a vague reminder; and the specifics of that reminder were contained somewhere in these pages. Cliff quickly flipped thru the first few pages until he came to a hand drawn chart. Reading the chart, he realized the reason for the "car" reminder that popped up on his cell phone this morning. It was time for a routine oil change and tune up; which brought his attention to the second item on the table: the phone book. He softly swore, mentally berating himself for declining his father's repeated offers to teach him how to work on cars. He always thought there would be time enough to learn later on, and in the meantime his dad was always happy to do any work Cliff needed done on the Jeep. Now he was over 900 miles away from home, so there was way to convince his dad to help him. Cliff shook his head to clear his mind of thoughts of the past and started reading through the ads in the yellow pages under automotive. As he suspected, there were pages of listings of automotive repair shops. Idly paging through the listings, he reached into his pocket to pull out his phone; intending to call his father to get suggestions -- was it better to go with a nationally known chain that specialized in oil changes, or should he go with a small independent repair shop? He had already pressed "2", the speed dial for his parents home, and was about to press "send" when he saw an ad that caught his eye. Setting the phone down, he leaned in closer and read every word in the small space. He grinned, if he was reading this correctly, this shop was exactly what he needed. 'The Garage' for all your automotive repair needs. We offer 3 levels of service: Full Service garage with certified mechanics; Self Service garage space and tool rentals for the do-it-yourselfers, and Teaching Service for those who want to know but never learned how. We are a family owned business. We offer a 6 stall full service garage, a 6 stall do it yourself area, and a 6 stall teaching center. We also have a full range of tools available for rental (for use on property only). Call for more details! Still feeling guilty, Cliff picked up his phone again and dialed the number listed in the ad. He ran his fingers nervously thru his hair, pushing it back off his face, as he listened to the ringing and the automated menu. After pressing the menu options for the Teaching Center, he was finally connected to a live person. "The Garage, this is Cindy, how can I help you?" a friendly voice asked. Cliff explained that he wanted to learn routine maintenance for his 1990 Jeep Cherokee; would they be able to help? "Of course, that's what we're here for! We have a few options available to you." Cindy was very lively in her response. She went on to explain that at the Teaching Center he had 3 choices: a four hour class for 5 - 7 individuals at a time where general routine maintenance was discussed and explained to be followed up with a 1 on 1 session to put into practice what the class taught; a four hour class without the follow up session; or just a 1-on-1 training session for those who didn't want/need the class. "When would the next group class meet?" Cliff asked, pondering the options. He knew he learned best in a hands-on environment, but wondered if the class would help him. "We have one scheduled for this afternoon, and have only 6 pre-registered for it. If you would like I can add you as the 7th," Cindy replied. Cliff pulled up his calendar app as she spoke, and saw that his afternoon and evening were free. He sighed inwardly; he really hadn't needed to pull up his calendar to tell him his evening was free. His lack of a social life was no surprise to him. "What time; how much is the class, with the one on one session; and where is it?" After getting all the details from Cindy, Cliff agreed to attend the class that afternoon and he provided her with his contact information. Cliff had been in Delyndro, AZ for almost 2 months now. He had recently graduated college, getting his Business Administration degree with a minor in Economics and in Accounting. He had no real plans as to what to do with these degrees now, and had been happy to accept a paid internship with NPS, a payroll management company headquartered in Delyndro. As he understood it, his college was part of a network that had an agreement with NPS and a government program for interns. If NPS obtained their interns thru the network of colleges, the government program would pay for a percentage of the intern's wages. It was a program to allow college graduates in smaller, rural areas the opportunity to work with some of the larger companies in the nation. NPS had clients throughout the nation, and primarily provided its services through a secured website. It was one of the ways they kept overhead costs down -- they had very few satellite offices through the nation. If one of their clients required a physical presence, NPS had found it was easier and less expensive to fly out one of their fully trained Client Specialists. Delyndro was quite a culture shock compared to Gweland, where Cliff had grown up and attended college. Not only did Delyndro have about 5 times more people, but they were more diverse as well. Not to mention the weather differences! Cliff had quickly adjusted to the new climate, and looked forward to a much milder winter than he was used to. He was anxious for a chance to get out and meet new people. The quick research he had done on the internet before accepting this internship seemed to indicate that Delyndro had a thriving gay community. Cliff was out to his family and close friends, and had even had a few boyfriends and lovers over the years, but his hometown really wasn't open to the alternative lifestyle. He had found only one bar, not really a gay bar, but it had 'gay friendly' nights a few nights a week. Cliff had been to a few bars in the two months he'd been here, but he hadn't found one he really liked yet. He had made a few friends both in the bars and at work, but nobody he was interested in romantically. It being Saturday, Cliff didn't have to work, but he kept busy doing laundry, cleaning house, and grocery shopping. He even took the time to wash his Jeep and clean out the inside. Finally, after a late lunch, Cliff started getting ready for his class. After a long, hot shower during which he washed his medium length light brown hair; he dried off and wrapped the towel around his lean hips before scrutinizing himself in the mirror. Running his hand over his face he decided he could go without shaving for another day or two. He ran a comb thru his hair, pulling it straight back; knowing once it dried it would part down the middle on its own and hang to the sides of his face. He couldn't wait until it was long enough to tie back. Cliff looked over his reflection, and decided his body was still in good shape. He didn't work out, but he did run a few days a week, usually around 3 miles each time. Cliff knew he would never be more than "average"; but. At 26 years old, he was happy with his 5'10" height and medium build with just the smallest layer of fat over his muscle. Not enough to make him look big, but enough that former lovers declared him to be soft and cuddly. He ran his hand down his chest, his fingers untangling the light patch of soft curly chest hair before brushing his teeth and leaving the bathroom. Walking to the bedroom, Cliff reminded himself to grab the Jeep's notebook as well as an extra notebook and pen for the class. He dressed casually in an old pair of faded blue jeans, a t-shirt, and tennis shoes. On the way out the door, Cliff grabbed his jean jacket and the notebooks. He made sure he had his wallet and phone before locking up and heading out to his Jeep. Following the directions his GPS gave him, he made it to "The Garage" sooner than he expected. Out on the edge of town, it was a large lot. Three large buildings, close to each other but not connected, made a kind of U shape. The parking lot within the U shape was about half the size of a football field. A large sign over the middle building declared it to be "The Garage for All your Automotive Needs". Below that, smaller sign read "Teaching Center". The building on the left had the sign "Full Service" and the right building's sign was "Self Service". Cliff noticed smaller signs next to a door on each building "Please Enter Here". Parking the Jeep near the door for the Teaching Center, Cliff grabbed his notebooks and locked up before walking to the door. He saw lights on thru the window in the door and noticed a few people standing around. After entering he saw a petite blonde woman sitting behind a desk to his left and walked over. Cliff couldn't help but notice she was wearing a black t-shirt with the words "The Garage" and "Cindy" in small but bold blue lettering on the front left. "Is this the place for the... 'Automotive Maintenance' class", he asked, after checking the name of the class in his notebook. "Yep, sure is!" the woman responded. "And you are?" "I'm Cliff Andrews, and you must be Cindy; the woman I spoke to this morning?" Cliff smiled. "That's me, lets get you set up for the class and then I can show everyone into the classroom. The instructor will be here shortly." Cindy quickly registered Cliff into the class and processed his payment for the class. She then instructed everyone to follow her. As she walked away he saw that her t-shirt also had "The Garage" in larger lettering on her back. As Cliff followed, he was relieved to see he wasn't the only adult male in the class. Of the 6 people following Cindy, 3 besides Cliff were male. Two looked to be very young; maybe 16 or 17, and the third appeared to be late 30's. The two women in the group were apparently a mother and daughter, with the daughter being early to mid 20's. They were led into a small classroom, complete with desks that reminded Cliff of high school. There were about 10 desks all facing a wall with a dry erase board on it. Cliff found himself a desk in front of the 30something year old. The two women sat on his right hand side. The teenage boys sat next to each other a few desks away. Cliff commented to Cindy about the number of hand drawn pictures he had seen; behind the reception desk, in the hallway, and even a few in the classroom. They were all of classic cars, racing scenes, or The Garage. Cindy told him they were done by the office manager, George, several years ago. Cliff set his notebooks down and turned to the man behind him. "Hey, I'm Cliff Andrews." He held his hand out. "Charles Brooks," the man shook his hand. Charles then turned to his right and introduced himself to the older of the two women. "I'm Susan Billings, and this is my daughter Jenny," she stated, looking from Charles to Cliff. "Nice to meet you Charles... and Cliff." Just then, the door opened and a large, bald man entered and quickly walked to the front. He had a file of papers in one hand and a large coffee cup in the other. He, also, was wearing a black "The Garage" t-shirt with his name on it. The sleeves had been ripped off, exposing his muscular arms. He booted up a computer sitting on a desk against a side wall, and used a remote to click on an overhead projector. The front page of a PowerPoint presentation immediately popped up on the dry erase board. "Hello, and welcome to Automotive Maintenance. My name is TJ and I will be your instructor. We will go over routine maintenance practices, how to choose the correct tools and parts for your vehicles, how often certain maintenance should be performed, and a few other items. If you have any questions please feel free to stop me and ask," TJ looked over the group and at his watch. "6 of you, it appears we are one short. Class officially started 5 minutes ago, so I don't think we'll wait much longer." Just as he said that the door opened up and a man quietly entered. He quickly sat down at the furthest back desk and set down a notebook and pen. TJ looked over at him, nodded, and started the presentation. Two hours later, Cliff had a few pages full of notes. He was finding the class very interesting and was happy to learn that it wouldn't be too hard at all. "At this point we will take a brief break. There's coffee and snacks out in the reception area by Cindy's desk, bathrooms are down the short hallway to the left of her desk. If you need to smoke please take it outside. Please be back in 15 minutes," Cliff clicked the remote and the PowerPoint presentation went to a page showing a cartoon figure with a cup of coffee and a donut with the word "Break Time" at the bottom. Everyone stood up, and Cliff stretched as he made his way to the door. He noticed everyone was leaving the room except for the man at the back. That man was walking toward TJ at the front of the room. He noticed that the man was a few inches taller than himself, and more muscular. He had short black hair and blue eyes. He was wearing blue jeans and a zipped up hooded sweatshirt. During the brief intermission the classmates all enjoyed a coffee. There were also chips, donuts, and cookies for them. The two teenagers snuck out for a quick smoke. Charles and Cliff stood with Jenny and Sue, making small talk about their jobs. After about ten minutes the mystery man came out of the classroom and poured himself a cup of coffee. He walked over to the group and said, "Hi, how are you enjoying the class so far?" He looked at each of them as they answered, nodding thoughtfully as they responded. The topic transitioned into why each of them had signed up for the class and a few minutes later TJ walked out of the classroom and called them all back in for the second half of class. An hour and fifteen minutes later, TJ completed the presentation and spent a few minutes answering questions. He then asked the group which of them wanted to sign up for the one on one session as a follow up. Cliff and a few others raised their hands, and TJ set up appointments for each of them during the next week. "Just because I was your classroom instructor doesn't mean I will necessarily be your one on one coach." TJ explained, "We have a total of 8 certified mechanics in the Teaching Center and you will be paired with one of them." He looked up and found the mystery man nodding at him. "And now, for the last 20 minutes of class, my manager would like to speak to you." TJ said as the mystery man stood up and walked to the front. "This is Scott Edwards." "Hello all, I hope you've enjoyed the class." Scott smiled at them. "This was TJ's first class and if you don't mind I'd like some feedback on how you think he did. TJ, if you don't mind stepping out now?" "TJ's manager? And here I thought you were the missing 7th student!" Charles said laughingly. Most of the rest of the group agreed with that statement. "All part of the plan," Scott grinned, his blue eyes sparkling as he partially unzipped the hoodie to reveal yet another "The Garage" t-shirt. "We find the class is more comfortable if we don't mention the fact that the instructor's manager is sitting in observing. Now, I did write down my observations to discuss with TJ, but I also want to get feedback from you. After all, I knew all of this stuff," He waved toward the dry erase board where the power point presentation had been showing moments ago, "but for most of you it was new material." The class spent the next few minutes discussing what they thought of the materials, pace of the class, and TJ's teaching style. Overall TJ did well. As interested in learning the materials as Cliff was, now that the actual teaching part was over, he couldn't help but notice how Scott's short dark hair gleamed in the light, the top kind of spiked, and that his eyes were bright blue. He gracefully leaned against the desk with the computer, his butt just resting on the edge. "Thanks for the feedback, we appreciate it. One final thing before I let you go. Anytime you're here, in any of the 3 garages, you can always ask questions of any of the mechanics. You'll always be able to tell who works here -- we all wear black shirts with "The Garage" and our names. You should never find one refusing to answer your vehicle-related questions. If you do, please let me know!" Scott winked at the class, then thanked them again for their time, and dismissed the class. Cliff pulled out his phone and programmed in his appointment time, set up for the follow Tuesday evening, before he stood up and grabbed his notebooks. He walked up to the front and asked Scott if TJ would be coming back into the room. "No, before class started I told him he could leave when I took over," Scott replied, "Is there something I can help you with?" "Well, I'm not sure... I have this notebook documenting all the work that's been done on my Jeep and I was hoping to go over some of it with him and ask some questions," Cliff waved the grey notebook in his left hand. "I didn't want to bring it up as a question in class, because it's specific to my vehicle only, so it didn't seem fair to the rest of the group." "I can understand that," Scott reached out and grabbed the notebook. Flipping through it he stated, "This is very detailed, it seems to be a record of everything done to the Jeep since its creation." "It is; my dad bought it new in 1990. Ten years later, when I turned 16 and got my license, he turned the Jeep over to me but he kept up the maintenance and repairs on it. He keeps records like that on all of the family vehicles," Cliff quietly replied. "Cliff, right?" Scott asked, positive he had the name right. At Cliff's nod, he continued, "How about this. I will make a note for your one on one to have the mechanic set aside time to go through this with you and answer all of your questions. Will you have time on..." Scott checked TJ's notes, "Tuesday night to stay a bit later for that?" "Yea, that would work great," Cliff replied. "You know, I'm really glad I found this place. If the rest of your mechanics are as friendly and helpful as TJ and you then I'm sure I'll get all the help I need." Cliff grinned at Scott as he reached out for his notebook. "I'm glad you found us too," Scott replied as he handed the notebook back. He put his hand out, "Pleased to meet you, Cliff. I hope to see you around, and if anyone isn't as helpful as TJ was tonight, please let me know." Cliff shook Scott's hand, "Thanks." --- Cliff was up early on Sunday and completed his 3 mile run as usual. After his shower he sat at his kitchen table eating breakfast and reading through his notes from class. He jotted down a few notes, and then ran to the store to pick up supplies for Tuesday. Fortunately, one of the things TJ covered was how to use the books and little display screens at the store to determine which oil filter to use. He already knew which brand to buy because his father always wrote the same brand down in the notebook. The Garage: Forever Yours Ch. 01 Cliff did talk to his parents on Sunday afternoon, and when his dad reminded him about the maintenance on the car. Cliff apologized to his dad for always turning down opportunities to work with him. Feeling guilty he admitted he had taken a class and was getting instruction from a mechanic. His dad tried to ease his guilt, knowing that most of Cliff's refusal when he was younger had been normal parent/child rebellion. On Monday and Tuesday, Cliff went to work as usual. As an intern with NPS, he was expected to learn every aspect of the business, and he transferred to the next department with minimal fuss or confusion. As he left the building Tuesday evening, his alarm on his phone reminded him of his appointment at "The Garage." Cliff already had the car parts in the Jeep, but he didn't want to work on the vehicle in his work clothes so he ran by home quickly and changed into a pair of old jeans and a t-shirt. On the way to the garage he went through a drive thru for dinner. Cliff entered the door for the Learning Center and saw Cindy at the front desk. She was engrossed in something on her computer and had her back half turned to him so she didn't notice his arrival. "Hey Cindy, I'm here for my one on one session." Cliff laughed as Cindy jumped. He leaned his elbows on the counter and peered over her shoulder. "Really, Facebook at work... is that allowed?" he teased. Cindy laughed, "Actually, it is. As long as all of our work remains caught up, the owners feel it's a good way to spread the word about the garage, free of charge. We just have to mention that we are at work and where we work once in a while." "Cool, pretty laid back owners you have here, huh? So, who's my instructor tonight?" Cindy checked the computer, "You're with Scott tonight. His meeting is just ending and should be out soon. Have a seat." She waved toward a small waiting area. Cliff sat facing the reception desk and glanced down at the magazines on the end table before him. All car-related magazines with a few single page flyers mixed in. Curious, he picked up one of the flyers. "5th Annual Car Show" it said across the top. At that moment, Cliff heard someone clear their throat. He looked up, and Scott was looking down at him, an amused look on his face. "Hi, Cliff. I'll be your teacher tonight, hope you don't mind," He smiled as he waited for Cliff to stand up. "Not at all," Cliff replied, grabbing his notebook and stuffed the flyer he had been reading into it, not even realizing what he was doing. "Will we start with the Jeep, or did you want to go over the notebook with me first?" "Jeep first, then studying," Scott grinned as he gestured toward the door. "Drive your vehicle to garage bay #6; it's at the far end. I'll be waiting to let you in." Cliff got the Jeep into the garage, and Scott went over the steps they would be following tonight. He pulled out the necessary tools and then had Cliff drive his Jeep onto a set of tracks that went over a cut-out section in the floor. After Cliff stopped the car, he noticed the Jeep was now suspended over a section of floor that was at least 5 feet lower than the rest of the garage. Scott pushed a ramp over the open space so Cliff could get out of the vehicle. "We are in the oldest section of the garage. The spaces were built with depressions, or pits, the vehicles would drive over because when the garage was first built the owners couldn't afford hydraulic lifts. We'll use the stairs over there," he pointed to a back corner of the space, "and I'll be able to show you where the drain plug is for the oil pan. Let me warn you now, once we're under the vehicle it won't be the most comfortable thing in the world. You'll have to crouch a little." As promised, the space wasn't very accommodating, but Cliff was able to pay attention and use the right tools to get the work done. The front of the Jeep was almost even with the ledge of the pit area, so they were able to easily change the oil filter and refill the oil reservoir. Scott showed him how to gap the sparkplugs and how to change them, then Cliff drove the Jeep out of the garage and back to the parking lot out front. He grabbed his notebook and again met Scott in the reception area. A few minutes later they were seated in Scott's office at a small table in one corner. Cliff saw a few more drawings and asked Scott if they were more of George's work. "Yes, they were done when I was a teenager. I keep asking him to do some new ones for me, but he says he can't." Scott looked at the pictures as he spoke before turning his attention to Cliff's notebook. Scott spent a few minutes reading the notebook, again marveling at the detail of even the smallest repairs or maintenance ever done. He let Cliff know the vehicle would need no maintenance for the next six months or so, except normal checking of fluids. As Scott reached the middle of the notebook, the flyer fell out. He opened it and grinned. "Are you planning on coming to the Car Show this Saturday?" "I'm not sure yet, I had just started reading that when you came to get me. I didn't even realize I had put it in there." Cliff grinned self-consciously. "No problem, that's what they're there for. Read it over when you have a chance and come by if you can. I think you'll enjoy it." Scott encouraged him. "It takes place right here, mostly in the empty lot across the street." --- Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday dragged by. Cliff worked through training modules, which were boring and monotonous, and shadowed a few employees, which was slightly more exciting than the training modules. He did find out on Wednesday that the department he recently transferred to was going to Phoenix for 3½ days next week for a conference. Even though Phoenix was only an hour away, they would be staying in a hotel for the duration. Interns were expected to go with, mostly acting as gofers and assistants. By Friday night Cliff decided he deserved some fun and agreed to meet Jo and Trent, two other NPS interns, for drinks after work. The three spent an enjoyable few hours relaxing at a local bar. Jo and Trent teased Cliff about men in the bar they thought might be gay. Finally Jo had to get home so the three went their separate ways for the weekend. He was watching a movie and went to put his feet up on the end table when they bumped his car notebook to the floor. Picking it up the flyer fell out. Having forgotten all about the car show, he looked at it curiously. As he looked he saw that it was open on Saturday from 10am to 8pm. It looked like there would around 40 or more cars on display, and several food and sales booths around. Entrance was free. It looked like fun so he decided he would check it out the next afternoon. --- Cliff had been walking around admiring the cars for about 45 minutes when someone came up behind him and slapped him on the shoulder. "Cliff, right?" the man said. Cliff turned to see Charles standing behind him. "Hey Charles, good to see you again." They talked for a few minutes then Charles left. He had been there for a few hours and was on his way to the parking lot when he saw Cliff. A few minutes later, Cliff was looking at a fully restored, red 1970 Chevy Corvette. He noticed a photo album on a table by the car, and opened it up. The first few pages showed the Chevy before restorations began. The rest of the book documented the entire process. Cliff flipped through the pages then went back to the first page. He studied the picture then looked up at the car again. The transformation was unbelievable. He was looking again at the car, standing by the driver door looking in at the dash panel when a movement in the corner of his eye distracted him. Straightening up he saw Scott watching him from the passenger side of the car. "Amazing, isn't it? It took the owners 7 years to complete, and the wife was one of the reasons we started the Learning Center." Scott looked over the car with a sense of pride as he walked around to Cliff's side. "That IS amazing. It looks like new!" Cliff was astonished by that revelation. He turned to face Scott. "I'm glad you decided to stop by. I hope you're enjoying yourself?" Scott asked as he ran his eyes over Cliff, noticing the soft looking light brown hair, naturally parted down the middle and hanging loose framing his face. His light brown eyes were shining, and he had just the start of a shadow from stubble on his jaw and chin. He had on a tight, faded t-shirt and jeans that hugged his hips. "Yes, I really am. I saw Charles, from my class, a while ago. He enjoyed the show too." Cliff smiled as he looked at the dark haired man standing about two feet away. Seeing a plain white shirt he commented, "What? No "The Garage" attire today?" Scott laughed, "No, I did help coordinate this, but today I'm not a representative of The Garage, I am just a classic car enthusiast looking to show off my pride and joy." "Which one of these is yours?" Cliff looked around. Smiling, Scott replied, "Follow me." He turned and walked away as Cliff set down the photo album he was still holding and hurried to follow after, admiring the view of Scott's ass tightly encased in his jeans. Just a few feet later that ass stopped, and Cliff looked up to see Scott looking at him over his shoulder. He blushed as his eyes met Scott's, he knew he had been caught ogling Scott's ass. "We're here." Scott said, choosing not to comment on Cliff's blush. Stepping up next to Scott, Cliff saw an immaculately restored 1965 Ford Mustang with the top down. It was painted the original "Tropical Turquoise" color. "Wow," Cliff murmured as he moved in closer to admire the car. He put a hand out as though to touch it then froze and pulled his hand back. "This is beautiful!" The two men spent almost a full hour discussing the car, barely noticing as other people came and went around them. Scott told Cliff about finding it while he was still in high school and spending all his spare time and money getting it to running condition and finally to mint condition. Cliff could see the passion behind Scott's words as he talked about the mustang. Suddenly, Cliff's stomach growled. He looked at his watch, "Oh wow, we've been here an hour. I'm getting hungry," He looked around, "and I've kept you from talking to the people who came to see your car. I should get going, still have other cars and vendors to check out." Scott sighed, "Yeah, I guess so. But first, can I talk to you privately for a moment?" At Cliff's nod, Scott wrapped his hand around Cliff's arm and pulled him away from the crowd. "Cliff, I've enjoyed spending time with you today, and earlier this week. I was hoping you'd allow me to take you out to dinner next week sometime, Tuesday night maybe?" Scott looked directly into Cliff's eyes as he asked. Frowning slightly, Cliff responded slowly, "I can't." He took a deep breath as he watched the disappointment in Scott's eyes. "I mean, I can't on Tuesday, I have to be out of town for work Monday through Thursday afternoon. Can we go another night?" Relief swept thru Scott's blue eyes. They were shining as he replied, "Of course, would Thursday night work, or is Friday night better?" After some discussion they decided on Thursday night as Cliff expected to be back early Thursday afternoon. Scott knew Cliff would probably be too tired to stay out late, but he didn't want to wait any longer to see him. "Okay, so I'll pick you up around 5:30 pm on Thursday, right?" Scott verified. "Yep that should work," Cliff replied, glancing over to where Scott's mustang was shining in the sunlight. "Sorry man, the mustang only comes out for special events -- like parades and car shows. You're just going to have to settle for my normal ride." Scott laughed as he saw where Cliff was looking. They traded contact info and Cliff left to enjoy the rest of the Car Show. The Garage: Forever Yours Ch. 02 2) April ~ FIRST DATES Cliff was exhausted by the time he left work at 4:00 pm on Thursday afternoon. The group had gotten back early as he expected, but the interns were instructed to unpack the supplies and presentation materials before calling it a day. As tired as he was, he didn't even consider cancelling his dinner plans with Scott, he was looking forward to spending more time with the man. Cliff stood under the shower for about 30 minutes, letting the hot water relax his tense shoulders and back before realizing it was after 5, and Scott would be there in 20 minutes. He quickly got out and got ready. Even rushing he was barely ready when he heard the knock on his door. Shoving his wallet into his back pocket with one hand and dragging the other through his still damp hair he moved quickly from his bedroom to the living room door and invited Scott in. "I'll be ready in just a minute, have a seat," he showed Scott into the living room. "Do you want a drink?" "No, I'm good, thanks." Scott watched Cliff enter the kitchen and grab his keys and phone off the table. Then he went to a small closet by the door and grabbed a jacket. "Whoa, slow down man, we have time." Cliff grinned self-consciously, "Sorry, just been an unexpectedly long day and didn't have as much time as I thought I would. I'm ready now." Scott admired the way Cliff looked, his honey colored hair hanging loose to frame his face. His light brown eyes matched his hair color almost perfectly and seemed to have a light in them. Cliff wore a dark green silky button down shirt with the top two buttons undone tucked into a pair of dark brown cotton pants. He then laughed, "Cliff? You might need shoes..." Cliff looked down at his socked feet and wiggled his toes, laughing and blushing as he did, "Oops, I guess I'm ALMOST ready to go." He grinned as he grabbed a pair of dark brown dress shoes out of the closet. Carrying both his jacket and his shoes into the living room he sat down to put the shoes on. He finished and then looked, really looked, at Scott for the first time since he arrived. Starting at his feet, Cliff saw the tips of black cowboy boots peeking out from the hem of a pair of black, new looking jeans. Scott had a leather belt wrapped around the waist of those jeans and a lemon colored polo shirt tucked into the waist band. Like Cliff, his top buttons were undone. In his hand he carried a brown leather jacket. He was clean shaven and his hair was carefully styled, spiked up on top as usual. "Wow," Cliff said, finally meeting Scott's eyes with his own, "You look great." He stood up, "and I'm really ready to go this time." He grinned. "You look good too... and now you LOOK ready to go," Scott grinned. They left the house and got into Scott's everyday vehicle, a Ford F-150 from this century. They chatted as Scott drove to a local steakhouse. Scott asked how the trip went and Cliff explained about his internship. Cliff asked how work went for Scott, and he made some non-committal response about work being work. At the restaurant they ordered and then continued talking. Scott learned about Cliff growing up in Montana, college there, his family, and why he took the internship. He also found out that Cliff loved theater, camping, and reading. They both like BBQs, car shows, and baseball. They had similar taste in music and movies. They both liked art, but different types; and museums. Also, both admitted an addiction to mini golf. Cliff learned that Scott liked going out with friends, preferably somewhere with good music so he could dance, playing guitar, and car races. Then he asked about Scott's family. "Well, I was raised in group homes and foster homes until I was about 14 years old. I was in a group home where an older couple volunteered. The couple and I really got along and they decided to adopt me, if I would allow it." Scott scoffed, "as though I didn't want a family." "The cool thing about it was I already knew I was gay, I told them and they still wanted to adopt me. They own a mechanics garage, the man who became my father had been a mechanic when it first opened, but didn't spend much time actually working on the cars anymore. I started working there evenings and summers shortly after I turned 15. It was on a normal run to a junk yard to get parts for a vehicle my father was working on that I found the Mustang. My parents decided it would be a great 'bonding' project for me and my new dad, so as a surprise he had it hauled to his garage." "After High School I went to college, got a business management degree and got my Occupational Associate's Degree as an automotive service technician. For 3 years after my training I worked in my dad's garage as a mechanic. The past two years he's had me working part time in the offices, learning how to run the business, because he wants to retire soon." Scott watched Cliff's face change from empathetic to confusion at that last statement. "So, you're saying that I've been getting lessons on automotive repair from the future owner of "The Garage"?" Cliff looked shocked. "Yep, dad has been turning the business over to me slowly; he expects to be fully retired by the end of this year at the latest." Scott grinned. "Wow" was Cliff's only response. They continued to talk and flirt, each subtly watching the other. Whenever their eyes would meet they would catch for a few seconds. Eventually, Cliff yawned, which prompted Scott to check the time. "We've been here almost 4 hours. I know you've had a long few days, so I think we should go now." Scott said. Scott insisted on paying for dinner, and as they walked out he lightly rested his hand on the small of Cliff's back, for just a few seconds as he steered him through the door. They continued to talk on the ride home. As Scott parked the truck, there was a sudden uncomfortable silence. The two men looked at each other awkwardly until Scott grinned and reached for Cliff's hand. He held it in his hands, looking at it he said, "I had a really great time tonight, and I would like to see you again." Cliff squeezed Scott's hand. "Me too, but next time it's my treat. What would you like to do?" Scott laughed, "Well, the mini golf course is open on Sunday afternoons and I don't have to work. What do you say we give it a try? Maybe get a pizza or something for dinner after?" Cliff grinned, "That sounds like fun! This time I will pick you up." They made the arrangements and then were silent as the awkwardness came back. After a few seconds, Cliff yawned again and Scott released Cliff's hand, "Okay man, it's time for you to go inside." Both men got out of the truck and Scott followed Cliff to his door. After Cliff unlocked the door, but before he opened it, Scott put his hand on Cliff's shoulder and turned him so Cliff's back was against the door and they were facing each other. Scott stroked his finger lightly down Cliff's jaw line before leaning down and gently kissing Cliff's cheek and then his lips. Cliff returned the kiss, one hand wrapped around Scott's neck, as he slightly parted his lips enough to slightly suck on Scott's lower lip before breaking the kiss. Cliff watched as Scott's eyes slowly opened, and smiled at the slight smoky quality darkening the bright blue. Cliff couldn't resist giving Scott one more quick kiss before pulling away and murmuring, "Good night Scott, I'll see you Sunday." "Good night Cliff," Scott responded as he trailed his hand from Cliff's shoulder down his arm and squeezing his hand once before releasing it and turning away toward his truck. Cliff opened his door but stood watching until Scott got into his truck and pulled away before turning to enter his house. He went straight to his bedroom and fell into a dead sleep that lasted until morning. --- Sunday afternoon, Cliff pulled up in front of Scott's house to find Scott lounging on the front steps. Scott's 6'1" frame was lazily stretched from sidewalk to porch floor: Feet on the sidewalk, ass on the 3rd step up, elbows on the porch, he was leaning back and appeared to have his eyes closed with his face tilted up toward the sun. Scott's tight t shirt stretched across his chest due to the position he was lounging in. It pulled up just enough to show a bit of skin above his low riding jeans. Cliff jumped out of the Jeep and walked up to Scott. "Hey, what's up?" he asked, looking down at Scott, laughing as Scott jumped. "Just enjoying the sun while waiting for my hot date," Scott grinned lecherously at Cliff, taking in the tight, faded jeans and untucked, dark orange, short sleeved button up shirt his date was wearing. The shirt was a bit baggy and had 3 buttons undone, showing just a hint of chest hair. "Oh, you've got a hot date today huh? Guess that means I'd better get out of here before they show up," Cliff grinned as he turned and pretended to walk away. Scott grabbed his hand and yanked him back, laughing as he said "get back here, asshole." Then, more seriously in a low voice that was almost a growl, "You ARE my hot date." Cliff grinned as he pulled his hand away. He turned and then offered his hand out to Scott. When Scott grabbed the offered hand, Cliff pulled to help Scott stand up. Scott continued to hold Cliff's hand as they walked to the Jeep. The mini golf course was relatively empty, for a Sunday afternoon, and the two men frequently found themselves to be the only ones in an area. They had a fun time, teasing each other. Scott "accidentally" bumped into Cliff as he swung the club, making him miss his shot. Cliff retaliated by winking and blowing a kiss to Scott when he looked up as he was swinging – Scott ended up completely missing the ball. That gave Cliff the idea that Scott needed lessons, so he got behind him and wrapped his arms around him, his hands on Scott's on the club as he stood on his toes and whispered into Scott's ear, "now concentrate, and swing." In the end they weren't sure who the winner was because they forgot to keep score after about the eight hole. It had taken over twice as long as normal to get thru the 18 holes, but they both were laughing and had a great time. They decided to get pizza to go and eat it at Scott's house. When they arrived back at Scott's house, he took Cliff on a tour. The house was much bigger inside than Cliff had first realized. The main floor had a living room, small office, small guest room, a bathroom, and a large kitchen. Upstairs was the master bedroom with an en suite bathroom. There were also two bedrooms and another full bathroom. The full basement had a laundry room and ½ bath. Cliff wondered why Scott needed such a big house for one man. "I love the space," Scott shrugged. After the tour, Scott turned his radio on to a classical station, and they enjoyed the pizza while sitting on the couch in Scott's living room. After a few pieces each, the mood seemed to get more serious. Sighing, Scott leaned back and rubbed his stomach, "That was good." "Yeah, the whole afternoon was good," Cliff agreed as he leaned back a few inches away from Scott. Scott removed his hand from his stomach and reached over to grab Cliff's hand. They sat there in silence for a few minutes, just holding hands and listening to the music. Cliff turned his head to face Scott, only to find Scott watching him. He stared into Scott's eyes, and found they weren't quite as bright as before, they seemed to be just a little smoky. He smiled and leaned toward Scott. Scott leaned in to meet him and they kissed. Scott let go of Cliff's hand and wrapped his hand around the back of Cliff's head, tangling it in his light brown hair and keeping Cliff from pulling away as he increased the pressure on Cliff's lips. Cliff wrapped his hand around Scott's neck as he moaned softly and parted his lips, gently running his tongue against Scott's lips. Scott responded by opening his lips and plunging his tongue into Cliff's mouth, claiming it completely as he pulled Cliff closer. RING RING... RING RING... RING RING... Scott's phone started ringing. The two men reluctantly started to pull away from each other, hesitating when the ringing stopped. Just as they were leaning toward each other the phone started ringing again. "Damn, I better answer it." Scott complained. 'Yeah, whoever it is, they're persistent." Cliff replied as Scott walked across the living room to where his cordless phone was laying on the charger. "Hello," Scott growled into the phone. He listened for a few minutes before saying, "When?" His eyes opened wide. Cliff faintly heard what sounded like sobs coming through the line as the caller started talking again. "Give me 20 minutes." Scott stated, a few seconds later he hung the phone up and turned to Cliff. "Cliff, man, I'm sorry. I have to go." Scott looked upset. "What's wrong? Anything I can help with?" Scott asked as he stood up and straightened his shirt. "Thanks, but no. I can handle it. My best friend, Diana, was just involved in a car accident. She had her baby, only a year old, in the car. It wasn't too serious, but she's at the hospital and needs a ride home, her husband is out of town for a few days." Scott explained as he wrapped his arms around Cliff's waist and kissed his neck. Cliff pulled Scott close, trying to comfort him, "I'm sorry." Scott stayed in Cliff's arms for a moment or two before clearing his throat as he pulled away, "I've really got to go, but do you want to come over Tuesday night for dinner? I'll cook?" he asked as he grabbed his jacket and keys. "You cook? Are you any good?" Cliff pulled back and looked at Cliff skeptically, winking to show that he was teasing. "Baby, I'm the best you'll ever have, and I can cook too," Scott responded, winking back as he pulled a jacket on. Cliff groaned, "That was cheap." Cliff walked with Scott to his truck, "please call me if there's anything I can do." They quickly hugged then Scott left to help his friend and Cliff drove home. Scott called Cliff later that evening to let him know that Diana and the baby fortunately weren't hurt. She was more shaken up than anything, and needed someone calm to drive them home. Scott stayed with them the rest of the evening and went back home the next morning. --- As the new week began, work was easy for Cliff, even somewhat boring. He enjoyed working with his mentors, and he had become good friends with a few other interns, but the job just didn't capture his interest. Even as work got easier for Cliff, it got more difficult for Scott. His dad was determined to retire within the next few months. Scott also found out that the office manager/accountant was also talking about retiring. He guessed he should have seen it coming, after all, the guy was his dad's brother. Granted, he was his younger brother, but still getting up there in age. Scott's uncle reluctantly agreed to one more year before retiring, with the option to retire earlier if possible. That at least gave him time to decide what to do about a new office manager. Scott was proud of the shop, especially the learning center, which was originally his idea; but he had been spending less time in the shop and more time in the office, and now his shop time was completely going away as he prepared to take over his dad's position. Just that morning he had told Cindy not to schedule him with any more clients unless it was an absolute emergency, or it was Cliff. Cindy smirked at that request; she had thought she'd seen something between those two. Tuesday night, Scott stopped by the butcher and picked up two prime cuts of steak. He wanted this dinner to be perfect. He decided to cook them over the fire pit in the yard rather than on the BBQ grill. Then, after dinner they could talk by the fire, maybe roast marshmallows. When Cliff arrived, beer in hand, he walked around to the backyard, and entered through the gate. The yard had a privacy fence all around it. Scott had a fire pit with chairs and benches, a hot tub, a grill, and a nice table and chairs under a tree. It was a great set up for BBQs or small parties. Cliff took one look at Scott's shirt and laughed. Both men were dressed casually in jeans and t shirts, but Scott's was one of his work t shirts. "Man, that shirt matches your eyes and hair almost perfectly; did you design it for The Garage?" "Actually, no, although I hear that a lot," Scott answered thoughtfully as he put the steaks on a grate balanced over the fire pit. "My mom decided the colors 20 years ago. This was 5 years before they met and adopted me. The shop had already been open 20 years, but mom decided suddenly it was time for a new look. She says it was a premonition of what was to come." Once the steaks were on he turned to hug Cliff, "I'm glad you're here." Cliff hugged back, "I glad you invited me." They kissed before pulling apart. Dinner went well. The steaks were tender and juicy, the potatoes and corn had baked in the fire pit, and the salad was crisp and cold. Beer just completed the meal. They ate outside, at the picnic table. After dinner they each took another beer and sat on a bench by the fire which was burning brightly with purple and green in it. "A piece of copper in there, huh?" Cliff looked at Scott. "Yep, you guessed it. I like the color it adds to the flames." Scott wrapped his arm around Cliff's shoulder and pulled him close. They sat talking quietly, drinking their beers, and watching the fire. After a while, Cliff pulled away sitting with his hands on his thighs staring into the fire. "Scott, if I had known we were having a fire I would have brought S'mores makings." Scott ran his hand through Cliff's light brown, shoulder length hair watching it gleam in the firelight before taking the beer from Cliff's and saying, "Honey, look in the picnic basket over by that chair," he pointed as he grinned at Cliff. Cliff opened the basket, "OMG, this really is perfect!" he came back and kissed Scott fully and thoroughly before sitting down with the basket and digging through the contents, which had all the makings for S'mores, including roasting forks for the marshmallows. They spent another enjoyable few minutes roasting marshmallows and eating S'mores. It quickly degenerated into a mini food fight when Scott's melted chocolate got on his fingers and he smeared it into Cliff's cheek. Cliff retaliated by spreading a bit of melted marshmallow on Scott's cheek. They laughed at each other for a moment then their eyes locked and they both quieted. Scott reached over and ran his thumb up Cliff's cheek, removing most of the chocolate. He then lifted the thumb to his mouth and sucked the chocolate off; keeping his eyes locked on Cliff's the entire time. Cliff leaned over and put his open mouth over the marshmallow on Scott's cheek and gently sucked it loose, licking over the spot with his tongue as he pulled away. There was a spot of marshmallow on his lips that he licked away as Scott watched. Suddenly they were in each others arms, kissing hard. Cliff's tongue was in Scott's mouth, tangling with his tongue. Then it was Scott's turn, forcing his tongue into Cliff's mouth, claiming ownership. Scott's hands were tangled in Cliff's silky hair; he loved the feel of that hair on his hands. One of Cliff's hands was wrapped around Scott's neck, kneading into his hair at the base of his head. The other was wrapped around his torso, feeling his back muscles through the thin t shirt. Cliff whimpered as he pressed closer to Scott. Scott moaned as he tried to devour Cliff. He moved his lips from Cliff's lips to his jaw, his ear, his neck. Licking and kissing every bare spot he could reach. When he kissed on the lower left part of Cliff's neck, Cliff whined again and arched into Scott. Scott gently sucked and nipped there again, enjoying Cliff's vocal and physical reaction. He kissed his way back up to Cliff's lips for one more heat filled kiss before they both pulled away from each other, panting heavily. The Garage: Forever Yours Ch. 03 Chapter 03: May The next week flew by. Cliff's job got easier, but the atmosphere was more tense. During discussions with other interns during lunch breaks, he learned that he wasn't the only one with this complaint. Instruction and direction for the interns had slowed dramatically over the past few weeks, and now it was very rare that an intern be given new materials to work on. Occasionally one of the interns would hear an employee whisper something about 'merger' or 'new management', but the employee would stop talking as soon as they saw the intern. Scott took over running the business, while his father observed and made suggestions as needed. Frank, Scott's dad, had decided not to wait until the end of the year. Since Scott was doing so well, he decided to retire early. Louise, Frank's mom, was excited to have Frank retire so they could do some travelling they had always talked about. George, Scott's uncle, also continued to talk about retiring. He had originally said he would retire the following April; but Louise and Frank had been on him about going on a few trips with them. Cliff and Scott were able to get a few times a week for dinner, or to watch movie, or to talk, and, of course, learn more about their mate's bodies. They talked on the phone the nights they couldn't see each other. It was a Tuesday night in early May, about five weeks after they met, that Scott decided to drop by unannounced with pizza and a new release. He knew Cliff would be home but they hadn't made plans because Scott expected to work late at the shop that day. Scott also knew how stressful things had been going for Cliff at work, with more and more hints about mergers and secretive meetings for management. Scott's meeting had ended early and he thought it would be great to see his lover rather than just talk on the phone. Cliff was happy to see Scott and let him in. As Scott sat the pizza down Cliff clicked a few buttons on his laptop, preparing to shut it down. Scott asked what he was doing, and Cliff replied he had put off working on his resume to send emails to his family and a few friends. Scott wanted to know more about them, so Cliff pulled up pictures and explained who each person was. They shared the pizza while Cliff showed Scott pictures of his parents and friends: Tom, Cliff's best friend, who went to college in California and was still there, working for some sort of Electronics Company. Bobby, who was sort of Cliff's first boyfriend, had stayed in their hometown and married young due to an unexpected pregnancy. Cliff also had pictures of the wife and baby, now 7 years old. "Do they know about me?" Scott wondered as he looked at a picture of Cliff's 'sort of' first boyfriend. "No way, I'm keeping you a deep dark hidden secret," Cliff teased with a smile on his face as he laced his fingers into Scott's. "Are you kidding? Of course they do." Scott laughed. He pulled Cliff close, so Cliff's back rested on his chest. Wrapping his arms around Cliff's waist, he nodded toward the screen and asked "Tell me about your sort of ex boyfriend there." Cliff thought he detected a bit of jealousy in that statement, but couldn't tell exactly. "Not much to tell, we knew each other from when we were young. We had similar interests. We went out a few times when we were 17 or 18. Bobby liked to hold hands, kiss, and cuddle. When it came to intimate touching, he couldn't handle it... literally." Cliff raised an eyebrow as he slightly turned and stared pointedly at Scott's crotch. "We discovered he wasn't as bi as he thought; he was just an extremely touchy/feely person with those he considered close. We stayed friends, and a few months later he met his wife." This, of course, led to a more detailed conversation about past lovers and boyfriends than they had had before. Cliff had only had 4 boyfriends before Scott, 3 of which had become lovers. His last had been 3 years earlier. Scott admitted to having had 10 or so boyfriends, most of whom had become lovers; and a few one night stands. His last had been just a few weeks before meeting Cliff. Both admitted to being versatile, enjoying being either top or bottom. They both tested regularly, and agreed to get tested together soon. "Scott, how would you like to meet a few of my friends." Cliff asked. Scott looked at Cliff in surprise, "Are they coming to visit?" Cliff laughed, "No, I meant a few friends I've met here. Jo and Trent are from work and their families. And a few guys I've met around here. I'd like to have a BBQ on Saturday afternoon and invite them to meet you." "Yeah, honey, I'd love to. But that means you have to come to my place the following Saturday for a BBQ with my friends." Scott grinned. --- The BBQ that following Saturday went great. Scott met Jo and Trent, both interns with Cliff at NPS. Jo brought her husband Bob, and their baby Sadie. Trent came with his latest girlfriend. Cliff's other friends; Mark, Jake, Paul, and Matt were all gay, guys he had met at one of the gay bars. For the most part they got along okay with Scott. Jake was a little jealous, because he had asked Cliff out and been turned down. Jake just wasn't his type. Matt and Paul were a couple and Scott really got along well with them. Cliff, Trent, and Jo spoke a little about the changing atmosphere at work, and all agreed something big was coming down. From what little gossip they had heard, they assumed it would be a merger with another Payroll Company. As nobody had learned the new company's name, they were anxious as to where that left them in their internship roles. Jo was only about 2 months away from completing her internship and she HAD been looking forward to a full time position with NPS, at least until recently. Trent had about 4 months left, and hadn't fully committed to staying with NPS. He was keeping his options open, especially with the new unsettling rumors flying around work. Cliff, with 9 months left for his internship, was the most unsettled of the three. He had already known he didn't want a full time commitment with NPS, but he had fully expected to complete the internship, especially for the experience it would provide him when looking for a new job. While they talked briefly about happenings at work; Scott and Bob fired up the grill. They soon were joined by Matt and Paul. It became clear after a few minutes that Bob wasn't necessarily homophobic, but he was not comfortable being surrounded by gay men discussion Scott and Cliff's new relationship. He quickly excused himself to join his wife. Jake had mostly avoided any conversation with Scott, which Scott didn't understand at first. Finally, Paul pulled Scott aside and quietly explained that they all met when Cliff first went to "David's", the gay bar in Cliff's area. Cliff had danced once with Jake, and joined Paul, Matt, and Jake at a table for drinks. When the night was over Cliff made it very clear to Jake that they weren't going home together. Jake had been upfront in letting Cliff know he was interested in a fun night, but nothing more. Cliff had explained to Jake that he wasn't into one night stands... he was looking for something more long term. "Jake still hangs out with us, frankly I don't think he has any other friends he could turn to, but he's still a little miffed about being turned down by Cliff," Paul concluded as he swallowed the last of his beer. "What about Mark? I don't think he's said more than 5 words since we've arrived?" Scott was curious. "Mark is Matt's brother. He just moved out here for a job opportunity, he's a chef. Not even Matt is sure about Mark's sexuality, but the poor guy is just so shy he has trouble making friends, so we try to include him as often as possible. I hope he'll find someone he clicks with soon." Paul responded before wandering away to find another drink. Scott took a swallow of beer as he thought over what he had just been told. Shaking his head, he rejoined the party to find Cliff and Mark standing over the BBQ grill, poking at the steaks with giant forks. Every so often, Mark would say something and Cliff would smile over at him. Scott quickly joined the men, possessively wrapping his arm around Cliff's waist as he asked if they needed help. "Thanks, baby," Cliff smiled as he kissed Scott's cheek. "Mark here told me his chef training didn't include much for barbeque style cooking. He was hoping to get some hints. I was just explaining that you would be the best for the job... your BBQ skills are so much better than mine." Scott squeezed Cliff's waist and murmured, "Thanks, honey. Not sure to take that as a compliment, or if you're saying it just to get out of work!" "Well Scott, you know you're a great teacher," Cliff grinned, "Besides, I have to get into the kitchen and finish a few salads." "Yes, honey, I'll teach Mark a thing or two about grilling." Cliff grinned as he kissed Cliff's mouth. "You just get the rest of dinner together because this'll be ready soon." Mark quietly watched the interaction between the two before commenting, "You two are pretty serious about each other, even though you've only dated what... less than a month? Scott watched Cliff stroll to the kitchen, his shoulder length hair swaying with each movement before answering, "Yes, he's pretty special... What about you? You seeing anyone?" Mark flipped a few burgers over before mumbling, "No. There's nobody." They talked a few minutes, Scott trying to get Mark to open up about what he's interested in. Unfortunately, Mark wasn't very forthcoming with the information. About ten minutes later Cliff came out of the house with a salad to go with dinner, which broke up the conversation. Mark carried the plate of meat to Cliff then joined Bob and Matt by the fire pit with a beer. Scott helped Jo chase down Sadie so she could eat. Cliff would always remember this day as the day he realized he was in love with Scott, even though he didn't tell Scott that yet. While Cliff arranged the food for a buffet style dinner, he saw Scott on the ground, playing with 2 year old Sadie. He chased her, running on his knees, and when she turned to chase him, he let her tackle him and fell to the ground as she jumped on his stomach. Seeing Scott interact with the child, Cliff's heart melted and he knew he was in love. The possibility of not having children was the only reason Cliff hated being gay. None of his previous boyfriends had been interested in having a family, but Cliff had always wanted to be a father. Even when he was a young teen he knew he wanted children. It was the possibility of never having kids that made Cliff not accept being gay for a few years as a teen. Finally, he accepted that he may never have kids, but he couldn't condemn himself to a life alone or faking love with a woman, just so he could be the father he wanted to be. After everyone left, kids were the topic of discussion between Cliff and Scott as they sat cuddling on Cliff's couch. When Scott was younger he always accepted that he was gay, and not becoming a father was a part of that. As he got older, and especially as his friends started having children and he spent more time around them, the more he questioned that belief. Now he knew he would eventually have kids, he just first needed to settle down with the right man. As the conversation died down, Scott noticed Cliff kept looking at him. There was something new in his eyes, something Scott couldn't quite decipher. Suddenly Cliff leaned over and kissed him, there was a sense of urgency in that kiss. Then Cliff got up and went to his bedroom, "give me 15 minutes then come in here, okay?" When Scott entered the bedroom, he found Cliff sitting on the edge of the bed in his boxers. He had spread a large towel over the bed, and had a few candles burning. Cliff quietly undressed Scott completely, and directed him to lay face down on the towel. Using warmed scented oil, Cliff massaged Scott's shoulders and down his arms to his fingers, then worked his way from Scott's upper back down to his toes. He even massaged some of the warm oil into Scott's ass, maybe paying a bit more attention there than he needed to. He then turned Scott to lie on his back and repeated the whole process on the front of Scott's body, avoiding his groin until last. After he finished the sensual body massage he set the oil aside and wiped his hands on the towel. Then he turned his attention to the only part of Scott's body that wasn't completely relaxed. Taking Scott's 7" uncut cock in hand, he first played with the foreskin, moving it up and down, fascinated by it. He massaged the heavy, sensitive, shaved balls hanging below the hard hot rod. Looking up at Scott's face, he could see Scott's eyes were closed and he was thoroughly enjoying this treatment. Cliff spread Scott's thighs so he could lay between them, his face level with Scott's crotch. He sucked on Scott's balls, teasing them gently with his teeth as he rolled each one around in his mouth. He then moved up and lovingly bathed Scott's cock with his tongue, from base to tip. Taking just the tip into his mouth he sucked gently before plunging down and taking as much in as he could. His eye caught that bare, shaved patch of skin above Cliff's cock, and he just had to kiss and suck at it. Then he sat up and removed his boxers. After a few seconds, Scott opened his eyes to see Cliff kneeling, completely naked, between his legs just staring at him. "Cliff, are you okay?" Scott leaned up and ran his hand over Cliff's hip and thigh. "Oh yeah," Cliff sighed, "I'm great." He gently pushed Scott back down then reached over him, stretching for the drawer in the bedside table. He underestimated the distance, and ended up collapsing, half on top of Scott. The pinned man took that opportunity to wrap his arms around Cliff and kiss him thoroughly, his tongue insisted on entrance, which Cliff willingly granted. Somehow while Scott was kissing him, Cliff ended up under him. "Baby, open the top drawer," Cliff panted between kisses, his hands slipping as they ran the length of Scott's back from shoulder to hip. Scott leaned on one arm and opened the drawer. He looked in, and looked back at Cliff. "Are you sure honey?" "Oh yeah, I'm sure." He groaned as he flexed his hips, grinding his groin into Scott's. "I want to feel you inside me." Scott smirked down at Cliff as he grabbed the lube and a condom from the open drawer. He kissed Cliff one more time, this one lasting so long Cliff thought he was going to pass out for lack of oxygen. Scott finally released Cliff's mouth, and moved off of him. "Turn over, lover, so I can get you ready." Cliff turned on his stomach, and immediately felt Scott kneel between his legs, massaging his ass and pulling the cheeks apart to reveal his pink rosebud. Scott groaned and leaned over to kiss it. It smelled sweet and clean, and Scott dove in, kissing and licking, devouring Cliff's ass. He couldn't seem to get enough, and as he continued to lick, Cliff's ass relaxed more until he could finally slip his tongue into that sweet opening. Scott made love to Cliff's opening with his tongue until Cliff couldn't take it anymore. "Baby, I need more." He cried as he trembled beneath Scott's talented tongue. Reluctantly, Scott pulled his mouth away from that tempting morsel, and lubed his fingers. As his left hand massaging Cliff's lower back and ass, one finger from his right plunged into that enticing hole. He moved it in and out and wiggled it around. Soon he was adding another finger, and another. Once he had three fingers inside Cliff's ass he started gently stretching the hole. "Scott, I'm ready." Cliff moaned as he thrust his hips into the bed, trying to get relief for his hard aching cock. "Turn around; I want to see you when I enter you." Scott softly commanded as he ripped open the condom, put it on, and lubed up. Once Cliff was on his back, he wrapped his arms under his knees, pulling his thighs wide apart and his knees to his chest to give Scott access. Scott knelt between Cliff's thighs; his sheathed cock lined up with Scott's entrance, and reached up and kissed the spot on Cliff's neck that drove Cliff crazy. He sucked gently, and when he felt Cliff shudder beneath him, he pushed, breaching Cliff's hole with almost no resistance. He stayed there, just barely inside for a moment, watching Cliff's face for any signs of discomfort. When he found only pleasure and lust in Cliff's eyes, he pressed in further. Gently he entered Cliff, pushing in then pulling out to push in a little further until he was in completely. Staying completely in, he moved Cliff's hands to release his legs, and guided those muscular legs until they were wrapped around his hips. Cliff reached up to run his hands over Scott's muscular chest before placing them on his back and pulling him down for a kiss. Scott, remembering where his tongue had been only moments before, tried to avert his face and kiss Cliff's neck instead. Cliff pulled him up and kissed him firmly, thrusting his tongue into Scott's mouth and wrapping it around Scott's tongue, enticing his tongue to return the favor. They broke apart, gasping for air as Scott moaned incoherently, "Oh, honey... never before, nobody's ever... oh so good." Scott started thrusting his hips, driving his cock in and out of Cliff's hole, changing the angle, he tried to hit Cliff's prostate. He knew he found it when Cliff's hips sharply angled up to meet his and Cliff's strong legs locked tighter around his hips. Keeping that angle, Scott continued to thrust in and out even as he kissed Cliff again. Cliff was moaning, and whimpering between kisses with each thrust, "Scott, oh, more, harder, yeah baby, right there." Cliff's cock was crushed between his abdomen and Scott's belly, each thrust created more friction for it. Between that and Scott hitting Cliff's prostate every few strokes, Cliff's orgasm was fast approaching. He tried to let Scott know, "almost there baby, just a little more, oh please." When Scott heard that he started pumping harder and faster, he wrapped his forearms around Cliff's shoulders, pulling him closer and sucked hard on Cliff's neck, the lower left hand side where the neck meets the shoulder. In that spot that drove Cliff crazy, Scott sucked and bit, while he pumped hard and fast into Cliff's hot, tight ass. Scott felt Cliff's body tighten seconds before he felt the liquid warmth between their bodies. Scott drove in deep as he could and stayed there, letting Cliff's ass muscles contract around his hard cock, coaxing his own orgasm out of him. Cliff screamed, "Oh, SCOTT, oh yeah, SCOTT" as he came hard, arms, legs, and ass all wrapped tightly around Scott. Scott shuddered and started to tremble as his own orgasm ripped through his body and shot after shot of hot cum went into the condom. "Honey, oh Cliff, so fucking good" Scott cried as he buried his face in Cliff's neck. They stayed locked into that position for another moment or two after their climaxes subsided, and then Scott collapsed onto Cliff as Cliff's legs unlocked from around Scott's waist and fell limp to the bed. Breathing hard, and covered in sweat, Scott slowly raised himself high enough to roll onto his back next to Cliff. "Honey, if that gets any better it's gonna kill me." He panted as he looked over to Cliff. He weakly grabbed Cliff's arm and tried to pull him close. "Yeah, me too, but damn, what a way to go!" Cliff gathered all of his energy to roll over and rest once again on his side cuddled next to his lover, his love, head on Scott's shoulder, arm laying limply across Scott's waist. Scott's arm once again wrapped around his back with his hand on Cliff's hip. They shared a few soft kisses before dozing off. Cliff woke shivering about twenty minutes later as the sweat dried and cooled his skin. He gently disentangled himself from his lover, taking a moment to gaze at his sleeping face. Cliff sighed; yeah he was definitely in love, before covering Scott with a light blanket. He grabbed the oil soaked towel, blew out the candles, and made his way to the shower. The Garage: Forever Yours Ch. 03 After a quick shower, he threw on a pair of old sweats and looked in on Scott. The man in question was just waking to realize he was alone. He sat up and rubbed at his eyes, "where'd you go?" "Isn't it obvious," Cliff asked with a grin, the shower having refreshed him somewhat. "Shower." Scott looked down at his sweat and cum crusted body, "yeah, I need one too." "I already set out a towel and toothbrush for you. I'm going to get something to drink, do you want anything?" Cliff asked as Scott walked toward him. "Yeah, I'll be in there as soon as I'm done showering." Scott leaned toward Cliff and kissed him. "You are amazing, you know that?" Cliff smirked, "Of course I am, the best only deserves the best, right?" he winked before he pointed Scott toward the bathroom, and smacked his ass as he walked by. Then he stopped him, suddenly hit by a thought. "You said, 'never before... nobody's ever' -- what were you talking about." For the first time since Cliff met him, Scott blushed, "uh, well... hmmm... you noticed I like to rim? Especially a sweet clean ass like yours." Scott looked at the floor, and then at Cliff, "I've never had a partner who would let me kiss him after unless I brushed my teeth." "..." Cliff was speechless. "Scott, baby... I loved being rimmed by you, and I needed to show you that. I wasn't even thinking about the fact that your tongue had just been in my ass, I was just thinking how much I wanted you. And now that I know why you reacted like that..." Cliff stepped up to Scott and leaned in, forcing his tongue into Scott's mouth and going over every possible surface, tongue, teeth, roof, and as far in as he could get. "It doesn't bother me, and I think you've had some pretty damn selfish partners." He grinned as he stepped back. Cliff stared at him, overwhelmed. Then he just shook his head and went to take his shower. A few minutes later the two men were at Cliff's large wooden kitchen table, enjoying a snack of leftover BBQ and a cold beer. Scott was eying the table, "why do you need a table this big in this small kitchen?" "A quirk of mine. It came with those breakfast nook benches; you know the kind that fit into a corner? Anyway, I fell in love with the set but when I brought it home I realized there was no way it would fit in my kitchen. The set I chose was a custom made set, the table is just over six feet long and three and a half feet wide, so it takes up much more space than I expected. For now the benches are in storage, in pieces, and I'm only using the table. This place is only mine for the year of my internship." At the mention of the one year internship, Scott's face fell, and he was quiet for a few minutes. "You're about 3 months into your internship, right?" he asked quietly. "Yeah, about that." Cliff replied, carefully watching Scott. "What happens when it's done, will you go back to Montana?" he mumbled, looking away. "I don't think there's much in the way of employment for me there. When I first came out here I was sure I would love my internship with NPS and would accept if they offered me a position, which they do for the majority of their interns. Now, I'm not so sure. After I learned what I was doing it's very ... easy, monotonous. Not sure if I can handle doing that year after year. Also, the tension around that place has gotten much worse lately. I get the idea something big is coming down; I hope whatever it is will give me motive to stay there. If not, once it gets closer, I'll have to start sending out resumes to see what I can find." Cliff looked exhausted at that thought. "Can we talk about this later, lover? I'm exhausted and want to sleep." "Oh, yeah, let me just finish getting dressed..." Scott looked nervously around, trying to remember what all he had brought with him for the BBQ. "After what we just shared on that bed, there's no way you're leaving me to sleep there alone tonight?" Cliff asked. "Oh, thank God. I thought you were asking me to leave." Scott grinned as the two men got up and put their dishes in the sink. They each wrapped an arm around the other's waist and Scott grinned at Cliff, "Let's go to sleep." --- Late the next morning, Cliff woke first. Scott came into the kitchen to see Cliff, wrapped in a silk robe, leaning against his kitchen table, his back to the door. He was drinking coffee and glancing through a magazine. Scott's cock stirred at the site of his man, sitting there all sexy. With a lecherous grin on his face, he went back to the bedroom for a few minutes. This time when he came out he snuck into the kitchen quietly and was happy to see Cliff right where he left him. He set a few items on a chair before walking up to Cliff. Scott walked up to Cliff, bare naked, pulled the magazine and coffee cup from his hands and set them aside. "Good morning, sexy. Damn you look hot in that robe." He leaned in and kissed Cliff, then noticed a mark. "Whoa baby, something attacked you last night. Look at that mark." At the base of his neck, on the left side, was a good sized bruise, complete with teeth marks. Cliff grinned at Scott, wrapping his arms around the taller man's hips, "Someone sure is in a good mood today," he glanced down at Scott's aroused body, "and happy to see me it seems." "Oh yeah, always happy to see you honey." Scott kissed him again as he untied the robe, pulling the cloth belt loose. Distracting Cliff with kisses, Scott pulled Cliff's hands loose and tied them with the belt. "What's this," Cliff asked warily, holding his tied hands up as Cliff gently pushed him back so he was lying on the table. "I remember how your body reacted to my threatening to tie you up," Scott smirked as he realized Cliff was naked under the robe. He grinned even more when he saw Cliff's cock twitch and begin to grow at the mention of being tied up. "This table gives me wicked ideas." As he talked he was positioning Cliff on the table so his head was at one end, then he quickly untied one of Cliff's hands. Using a silk tie he had grabbed from the bedroom he lengthened the belt rope so that it would drape under the table to the other side. He quickly tied Cliff's wrists again, one on either side of his body, with just enough slack in the line that Cliff could adjust them if it was uncomfortable, but not enough slack for him to really move his hands. By now, Cliff's cock was fully hard and ready for action. "Is this okay?" Scott asked, not wanting to push too far. "I think so. Damn, I don't think I've ever got this hard so quickly without being touched. Now what are you going to do?" Scott could still hear a tremble of uncertainty in Cliff's voice. "Don't worry Cliff; you say 'stop' and I stop, okay?" Once Cliff agreed, Scott pulled him further up the table until his head was hanging off. Coming directly at him, Cliff saw Scott's hard, hot, dripping cock. "Open wide" he heard, and obediently opened his mouth, after licking his lips. Scott fed Cliff his cock little by little until he had the whole thing embedded in his throat. Cliff closed his eyes and felt Scott's heavy balls smacking his face as he sucked and swallowed Scott's cock. Scott watched as Cliff started working his hips, looking for something to rub his cock on as it dripped all over his groin and stomach. He twisted against the restraints, but they would not give. After just a few minutes of this, Scott pulled his cock out and moved on to his next toy. He repositioned Cliff so his head was back on the table, and even gave him a small pillow to rest on. He pulled out another object, and waved it in front of Cliff. "Oh my god, where'd you find that?" "In your toy drawer, next to the lube and condoms," Scott grinned as he hit a button and the fat butt plug, created to stimulate the prostate, started to vibrate. "I think we should use it." Cliff groaned as his ass and cock both twitched. Scott lubed the toy and slowly worked it into Cliff's ass. He left it there, vibrating slowly, as he stood next to Cliff. "Still okay, baby?" "Oh yeah, but I need..." Cliff whimpered as his wriggling caused the plug to make direct contact with his prostate. "Don't worry, I got you baby." Scott tweaked and pulled at Cliff's nipples with his fingers, ran his fingers thru Cliff's chest hair, pulling lightly, and generally teasing him with his touch. He leaned over and took one nipple into his mouth, rolling it between his teeth, as his fingers teased the other nipple. "OH damn, oh please, please fuck me." Cliff whined as he writhed under Scott's touch, and the vibrator's ministrations. "Oh wow, someone really likes this." Scott smirked, knowing he had read that look right on Cliff's face when he had first mentioned being tied up. Scott loosely fisted Cliff's cock, just tight enough that Cliff could feel feather light touches, which only made him hotter. "Damn it Scott, do you hate me? Cause if you don't you'd FUCK ME now!" Cliff insisted. "Honey, you are so sexy. So hot, laying there helpless under my hands, begging for my cock," Scott teased as he looked at Cliff. "But you're not going to get it." "Oh FUCK ME already; if you don't fuck me when I get untied I'm going to castrate you." Cliff growled. Scott held up a condom, "so this is next, huh baby? Is that what you're saying?" Cliff roared, "Oh DAMN, oh, YEAH" as the vibrator hit the right spot. "Never mind ASSHOLE, the vibrator will take care of it for me! Oh HELL yeah" Cliff started bucking wildly as the vibrator continued to hit his prostate. "Aww, hell" Cliff whined as Scott pulled the vibrator out and turned it off. "Put it BACK!" "No baby, you aren't coming unless it's by MY touch." Scott growled. "Then FUCK ME!" Cliff begged. Scott grabbed the condom and lube and crawled up on the table, nudging Cliff's thighs apart so he could sit between them. He opened the condom and lube. Grinning, he unrolled the condom... onto Cliff's dripping cock. Cliff's eyes opened wide as he watched this, even as he mindlessly thrust his cock against Scott's hand as it applied lube to his condom covered length; he was speechlessly watching every move. Scott straddled Cliff, carefully moving his legs to the outside of Cliff's hips, and scooting up so he could line the head of Cliff's cock up with his own ass. Scott pressed down and once the cock head popped in, quickly sank down, talking all 6 ½ inches in one shot. "Oh," Cliff breathed as he watched Scott sink onto his cock. "OH" he cried as he felt Scott's tight ass envelop his needy shaft. "Still think I'm an asshole, babe?" Scott smirked as sat there adjusting to the invasion. "Yeah, one tight, hot little asshole." Cliff panted, fighting against his bonds as he tried to drive deeper into Scott's ass. Scott lazily rolled his hips as he watched Cliff's eyes glaze over. "Damn baby you are fucking sexy." He lifted completely off of Cliff. "No, I need more... I need... I need to fuck you." Cliff whimpered and strained against his bonds as he lost that hot pressure his dick craved. "Watch," Scott commanded, carefully turned around so his ass was facing Cliff. He lined Cliff's cock up with his hole one more time, and pulled his ass cheeks apart. Cliff could see his own cock pushing against Scott's ass, and then, slowly it disappeared as Scott forced himself down, his ass sucking Cliff in, inch by inch. "Oh, damn. That's HOT!" Cliff moaned as his cock once more was enveloped by hot, wet tightness. "Please baby, please I need to come." Scott again rolled his hips, keeping his ass cheeks pried apart so Cliff could see his cock buried deep in Scott's ass. "Oh damn" Cliff gasped as his orgasm came closer. "Just a little more baby, so close." Scott carefully turned around again, this time trying to keep Cliff buried as deeply as possible, and groaning softly when it slipped out. Facing Cliff, he once again lined up and plunged down onto the hard length. "I want to see you come baby." He leaned over Cliff's chest, arms leaning on the table as he wiggled his ass and pumped back and forth. He licked a nipple and pulled a few honey colored chest hairs with his teeth. Then he went for Cliff's sensitive spot. "Come for me baby," he growled before latching on to Cliff's neck, biting down when Cliff's cock hit his prostate, "Come for me." "Damn... Oh Scott, oh baby, oh my lover, oh damn," Cliff fought against the restraints as he came, desperate to be able to touch Scott. Finally he fell back, totally spent, eyes glazed over as he watched Scott sit up and start fisting his own cock. Seconds later he came, spurting ropes of semen across Cliff's chest. "Cliff, oh honey," Scott whispered as he collapsed onto Cliff's chest and kissed him passionately. Scott slowly got up and eyed Cliff as he removed the condom from his dick. He walked over to the trash and threw it away. As he came back Cliff was watching him. "You going to untie me anytime soon?" "I'm not sure; you threatened to castrate me if I didn't fuck you. Technically I didn't, you fucked me. Am I going to be safe if I untie you?" "Yeah, you're safe. I have no energy left. Damn that was good." Cliff muttered as he lay with his eyes closed, half asleep. Scott untied Cliff and helped him to the shower. After the shower they enjoyed a late lunch. Then they hung out; not really talking much, just not willing to be separated yet. Cliff wrote his letters to his friends, and started creating his resume. Cliff wandered around the living room, looking at Scott's book collection, movie collection, music collection. He checked out the artwork on the walls and the style of furniture. He wanted to learn everything he could about this man who had become so important to him in such a short amount of time. "Oh, hey, I almost forgot. Yesterday morning on the way back from the grocery the Jeep made a funny noise. I want to see what it was and if it's something I can fix myself, with an instructor, of course. Who do you recommend in the Learning Center for me to work with?" Cliff looked up from his computer and watched Scott turn to look at him, an incredulous look on his face. "What do you mean, who do I recommend? Don't you like working with me?" Scott sounded hurt. "Lover, of course I do, but I know you're not in the garage anymore, so I need someone else to help me." Cliff tried to explain. "I already told Cindy that if you call it gets booked with ME, only me." Scott admitted. A huge smile on Cliff's face, "you did?" He waved Scott over to join him on the couch. When Scott sat down, Cliff snuggled up to him. "So, when would be a good time?" Cliff quickly kissed him. "Well, I have time booked in the self-serve center next Sunday, I have to do an oil change on the truck and we can look at the jeep then." Scott wrapped his arms around Cliff and kissed him back. "Why don't you plan on staying at my place after the BBQ on Saturday, we can run together Sunday morning and then go work on the vehicles." --- The week passed in a blur. They worked, they talked on the phone, and they went to separate homes and slept in separate beds. Cliff, upset that he hadn't found the courage to tell Scott when they were together last Sunday, was desperate to tell his lover that he loves him but he didn't want to tell him over the phone and their schedules were so mixed up they had no time to see each other. Finally, they got a break and they both had Thursday evening free after dinner. They decided to meet at a local park. It's a decent place with small pond and a forest area. They wanted to walk the trails and just spend a few minutes together. As they walked and talked, Scott held Cliff's hand. He would occasionally pull them off the trail for a quick kiss. Scott couldn't believe how much he had missed Cliff. He thought about how many times during that week he longed to talk to Cliff, or wanted Cliff's opinion on something, or just wanted Cliff beside him. They rambled on for about twenty minutes before stopping at a vantage point, a hill on the trail that overlooks the pond. "Such a beautiful view," Cliff sighed. Scott wrapped his arm around Cliff's waist and pulled him close. Cliff rested his head on Scott's shoulder, his arm also around his lover's waist. "Yes it is," replied Scott quietly, scanning the view ahead of him. As they watched they saw a fish jump in the pond; a family of ducks landed and glided along the glassy surface. On the other side of the pond they could just see a family picnicking, but the sound didn't carry across. "Scott?" Cliff questioned, turning his head to face the man he loves. "Yeah honey?" Scott turned to look at Cliff. Cliff lifted his hand to stroke his lover's cheek, feeling light stubble. He ran his thumb over the stubble enjoying the rough feel. He leaned close and kissed Scott, and sighed. "What's wrong Cliff?" Scott was concerned, Cliff was too quiet tonight, something was definitely wrong. Cliff looked at him, caramel brown eyes shining, and then hugged him close and whispered, "I love you, Scott." Scott pulled back and looked into Cliff's eyes, "say it again." He demanded. Cliff stared back into Scott's bright blue eyes and clearly stated, "Scott, I love you." "Oh honey," Scott pulled him close and held him tight. He whispered, "I love you too Cliff." --- Scott groaned as he got out of bed the following Sunday morning. "Man, do I really have to go running with you?" "You promised, Scott." Cliff was already up and dressed. "I'm going to start the coffee, you better be down in 10 minutes." "Remind me never to get play a drinking game with Diana again," Scott moaned as he went into the bathroom and swallowed a few Tylenol and a full glass of water. "She's your friend, you should know better." Cliff laughed. 10 minutes, don't be late." Cliff left the bedroom and went downstairs to the kitchen. Exactly 9½ minutes later, Scott entered, still looking just the far side of human. "Baby, no more BBQs for you if this is what I get the next morning." Cliff remarked as he handed Scott his coffee. Scott looked up blearily, mumbled something about how it wasn't always that bad, but this was the first party Diana could drink at in almost 2 years, so they got a little carried away. Scott's best friend Diana had just stopped breastfeeding her baby a few months earlier when the child turned 1. She had waited a few months to ensure her milk had dried up, but then decided she wanted to celebrate. She chose Scott's BBQ yesterday as the time and the place for celebration and Scott as her drinking buddy. Diana and her husband Sam had left the baby with grandma, and Sam had agreed to be Diana's designated driver. After all, someone would have to get up with the baby the next morning. Diana had proven once again that when it comes to drinking size doesn't matter. She drank as much, if not more, than Scott and still managed to walk away even though she was a good 7 inches shorter than him. Scott had passed out. Cliff stayed the night, as they had previously discussed, and they had plans to run this morning and then go work on their vehicles. They went on a shortened run, Cliff felt sorry for Scott so he let him off with 2 miles instead of 3. After a big breakfast, they went shopping for car parts and went to the garage. After Scott gave Cliff a tour of the Self Service Center of The Garage, they set up at one of the end stalls. The place was almost full, as was usual on weekends according to Scott. This building, being much newer than the Learning Center building, had hydraulic lifts installed. They used the lifts on Scott's truck to drain the oil pan. They probably didn't need them, but Scott wanted to show Cliff how to operate them. While they were working, they noticed a small commotion at the check in desk. They wandered over to see what was going on. There was a circle of customers around the desk all looking down. Thinking someone had fallen or gotten hurt, Scott pushed his way thru the crowd, with Cliff at his side. The Garage: Forever Yours Ch. 03 There, in the center of the ring, sat a little black kitten. It was not cowering; it sat straight and proud as it looked around. Suddenly the kitten stalked around the check in desk and jumped onto the chair. He looked around again as though daring anyone to defy him and curled up as though he owned the place. "Damn, someone want to look up the number for animal control?" Scott looked at the two mechanics on duty. "On it boss," Joe, one of the mechanics, replied. As he reached over the counter to grab the phone book he accidentally knocked over a collection jar that said "Children's Home Donations" on it. He quickly set the jar upright before flipping through the phone book. Cliff looked at Scott, "Not an animal lover?" "I love animals, especially cats, they're so independent. But this is a stray; we don't know where it came from or what diseases it's carrying." Scott responded. As they were saying this the crowd started to break up until just the two mechanics on duty were left. Cliff looked at the kitten, which had opened his eyes to see what the noise was about. It glared at Cliff and Scott as though angry at them for disturbing its nap. As he looked at the kitten a thought occurred to him and he laughed. "Scott, take a good look at this kitten, he was meant to be here as much as you were." He chuckled. Scott looked at the kitten; eyes closed again, and didn't get what Cliff was saying. "You want to explain." "This little kitten walked in here like he owned the place and showed no fear. He went where he wanted, and took what he wanted." Cliff walked around to where the kitten slept. He murmured, "Wake up kitty, show Scott those gorgeous eyes of yours." He picked up the kitten and petted it until it woke up. "This little orphan kitten with BLACK fur and BLUE eyes, remind you of anyone?" Scott stared, speechless, as he remembered being told that his mom had created the Black and Blue color scheme for The Garage 5 years before he wandered into their lives, an orphaned 14 year old with black hair and blue eyes. They told him she must have had a premonition that he was coming, so the colors were a reminder for them to look out for him. It had made him feel special; feel loved as a young teenager. Scott sighed, he knew when he was beat. "We won't need Animal Control, we'll need a Vet instead." He said to Joe. "Cliff, I guess we're going shopping again. This little orphan will need food and supplies. And you'd better think of a name for it." Scott reached around Cliff to pet the little furball snuggled up to Cliff's chest. As he petted it the kitten purred loudly. "His name is Mike, as in 'Mike and the Mechanics' -- that old rock band from the '80's." Cliff replied. Both of the mechanics heard that and cracked up laughing. An hour later they were back at the garage, setting "Mike" up in the main building. They removed the door that hid a storage cubby that was no longer used. The litter box was set up on the floor. A few feet above it on a shelf were a food and water dish and a cushion for Mike to sleep on. A few feet above that they stored the extra food and litter on another shelf. Mike was now the proud owner of a blue collar with a heart shaped tag that said "Mike" "The Garage" and listed their phone number. The vet proclaimed the kitten to be healthy and gave it all its shots. They were instructed to bring him back in a few months if they wanted him to be fixed. The garage officially had a mascot. Mike had his run of the three buildings, but preferred the Learning Center, which was the main building. That's where his food, water, litter, and bed were. That's also where Scott was. The office staff got used to seeing the small black kitten padding after Scott wherever he went. Scott grumbled about it, but they could tell he adored the kitten. Even when over time the kitten grew up to be so big that Scott teased Cliff that they adopted a Black Jaguar, Scott still loved to pet him and play with him. The Garage: Forever Yours Ch. 04 Cliff and Scott live only in my imagination, therefore they are able to do things that may not be considered safe in the real world. 4) June, July Scott looked over his shopping list, before glancing at Cliff, his love, sitting across the table from him. It was late June; they had been together for about two and a half months now, and Cliff's hair was noticeably longer. He could now get the strands from the front into a pony tail at the base of his head, but after a while they would work loose to frame his face. Scott thought his lover looked adorable hunched over his laptop, strands of loose hair framing his face. Every few minutes Cliff would push the strands behind his ears, only to have them work loose. "Damn, maybe I should just cut it anyway," Cliff muttered as he pushed his hair back one more time, before typing another sentence into the document he was working on. Scott chuckled, "No way you'd do that, you've wanted to grow it out for too long. Besides, it's damn sexy." Cliff sighed, "Yeah, I'll be going for job interviews eventually, and maybe I'd have a better shot if my hair were short, like yours." Cliff glanced up to look at his man. Scott hair was short, spiked on top; just as it had been when they met a little over 3 months ago. "Are you ready for a break from that?" Scott nodded at Cliff's laptop, distracting Cliff from the idea of cutting his hair. "If so, I'd like you to go over my lists, see if we're missing anything or anyone." Cliff rolled his eyes, "Mr. Organized -- forget something? Not likely." He hit a few buttons to save his work and reached out his hand for the papers lying in front of Scott. He read through the lists, one of food and decorations, one of people. 'You sure you want to go through with this? It looks like a lot of work." "Why not? I do it every July 4th, and it's not really all that much. Besides," Scott grinned, "this year I have you to help." He got up, walked around to Cliff's chair and placed his hands on his love's shoulders. Leaning over, he kissed Cliff's neck. Cliff sighed again, "Of course I'll help. We're having this party in 2 weeks? How do you normally invite people? We'll have to let them know soon." "Most of my friends will be expecting it. We've done this for several years." Scott pointed to another section of the list, "Your friends, well... that's up to you. What would be the best way to invite them?" "My...," Cliff looked up at Scott. "We're inviting my friends to your party?" "Honey, I love you. I plan to be with you for a very long time. That means eventually our friends will have to meet. What better way than at a party?" Scott grinned. As he looked down at the papers now sitting on the keyboard to Cliff's laptop something on the screen caught his attention. Cliff was working on updating his resume, which Scott knew, but what caught his eye was the name across the top of the document. "I thought your name was short for Clifford," Scott commented as he tapped the screen. Cliff thought for a moment, "I guess we've never discussed names before, have we? My mother is a big Wuthering Heights fan, and somehow she convinced my father to name me Heathcliff. Heathcliff Earnshaw Andrews, to be exact." Cliff explained the middle initial "E" before Scott could ask. Scott eyed Cliff critically, "Well, you certainly don't look like Heathcliff. Since we're on the subject, I was named for my grandfather, Prescott Byron Edwards." Cliff laughed, "Well, it seems neither of us have the normal, common names we appear to have." --- Two weeks later everything was set. About 10 of Scott's closest friends, his parents and his uncle, 6 of Cliff's friends, and a few guys from The Garage that they both were friendly with were scheduled to invade Scott's house for a BBQ, bonfire, drinking, and fireworks. Everything was set up and Scott was waiting impatiently for his guests to arrive, pacing the floor and muttering to himself. "Relax, love, everything will be perfect." Cliff looked up from his laptop. Next to it were a few printed pages he glanced at from time to time. "Are you always this anxious before a party?" Scott didn't answer he just kept pacing. Cliff glanced at the clock and then eyed Scott. Damn man was going to be exhausted by the time people got here. "Come here love." Cliff closed his laptop and moved it to the end table, stacking the pages on top of it. He then lay back on the couch and beckoned Scott to lie next to him. With Scott spooned up against him, Cliff pushed his hand under Scott's shirt and gently rubbed his abdomen and chest. "Relax baby, it's going to be great." He whispered into Scott's ear as he gently nibbled on the earlobe. Scott slowly relaxed under Cliff's hand, and then shifted so he was facing Cliff, lying dangerously on the edge of the couch. "I just want tonight to be perfect," he whispered before leaning in to kiss his lover. Scott slipped and fell off the couch, landing on his back. "You okay baby?" Cliff peered over the edge of the couch at him. "You're not hurt are you?" "Just my pride," Scott groaned as he looked up at Cliff. Cliff laughed as he lowered himself down, lying on Scott. Holding himself above Scott by bracing his arms on the floor he said, "I love you, and tonight will be perfect no matter what happens, because we're together." He leaned down to kiss his man. Scott returned the gentle kiss, adding heat as he thrust his tongue into Cliff's mouth and squeezed his ass with one hand and thrusting the other into his hair. Cliff had tied his hair back, so it took some doing for Scott to be able to tangle his hand in it, he so loved the feel of Cliff's long silky hair wrapped around his hand. "I love you too, honey." Shortly after that, their impromptu make-out session was interrupted by the doorbell. Scott quickly combed his fingers through Cliff's hair, smoothing it out and removing the hair tie, "Leave it down, sexy." He growled as he stood up to let their guests in. The party went great. People were everywhere, inside and out. Cliff's friend Jo and Scott's friend Diana had each brought their child, and the two women quickly became friends as they talked about the perils of motherhood. Cliff's friend Jake repeatedly hit on one of the guys from The Garage, until Scott pulled him aside to let him know that the guy was straight. Jake just shrugged and moved on to who he deemed to be the next hottest guy in the room. Shortly after the sunset, everyone gathered outside to watch the fireworks. As Cliff looked around he could a few couples sitting separate from everyone, snuggled together on chairs or blankets. He laughed as he saw one of those couples sharing a blanket was Jake and Wade, a playboy friend of Scott's who had a love 'em and leave 'em philosophy similar to Jake's. He was also pleased to see that the random groupings of individuals was not split his friends from Scott's friends, they were all mingling. He leaned closer to Scott and whispered, "I told you it would be good." The next morning they were cleaning up the mess when Cliff came across his laptop, which he had forgotten on the end table the afternoon before. The papers he'd laid on top of it were missing. When he asked Scott, the other man had no idea what happened to them. "What were they? I'll keep an eye out as I finish cleaning." "Just a copy of my resume. I've been looking for places online to apply at. I kept the paper copy close in case I have to fill out an online application -- it has my work and school history listed on it." Cliff shrugged, "It won't be hard to print out another one." Cliff packed up the rest of his gear and a little while later he was headed back to his little apartment. Living separately was the one thing Cliff and Scott really fought about. Scott wanted Cliff to move in with him. Cliff wanted to as well, but wouldn't until his future was more settled. He needed to find employment for after his internship was completed, and he was completely sure he wouldn't accept a position at NPS if they offered. It just wasn't challenging enough for him. Even Scott could see the desperation Cliff felt after work, the sheer hopelessness of working a job he didn't like. Cliff was determined to finish the internship, it would look good on his resume and they would give him a good referral. --- A few weeks after the BBQ the men were lounging in Cliff's living room when he suddenly turned to Scott and said "Why didn't you tell me your birthday is next week?" "What? How did you find out?" Scott asked as he looked up from the acoustic guitar he had been quietly strumming. "Your friend Wade texted me the other day, complaining about Jake. He mentioned your birthday as we talked." Cliff answered, frowning as he watched Scott. "That rat, I just didn't want you feel you needed to throw a party or anything. I want to spend that night alone with you," Scott smirked as he leered at Cliff. "Well, what do you want for your birthday? I want to get you something." Cliff asked. Scott raised an eyebrow, a lecherous grin on his face as he set the guitar aside and moved closer to Cliff. "Is THAT all you think about?" "Well," Scott slowly spoke, "There are two things I REALLY want one includes that, the other is you moving in with me. So I guess I get nothing..." Scott pouted as he played with Cliff's hair. "What do you REALLY want? Other than me moving in with you?" Scott quietly asked, not wanting this to turn into yet another argument about living arrangements. They might not officially live together, but they only spent a few nights apart each week. Scott blushed, "Umm... it's kind of embarrassing, it's a fantasy I've had since I was about 19." "Wow, the big man is blushing; I've got to hear this fantasy. I promise, if it's at all possible I will give it to you." Cliff was intrigued at the idea that something made Scott blush. Scott quietly told Cliff about his fantasy. Cliff looked thoughtful for a few minutes, and then agreed. "If you can set it up, we'll do it." The following Friday night the two men went out for dinner at their favorite Steakhouse for Scott's 30th birthday. They enjoyed the meal but tension was high as they anticipated, Cliff with some apprehension, what was still to come. They quietly drove from the restaurant to The Garage. Scott held Cliff's hand the entire way. "Are you sure you want to do this honey?" "Yeah, I really do. Are you sure you turned off the security cameras?" Cliff trembled a little as he answered. "It's all set, nobody will ever know we were there, or what happened." Scott got out of the truck, unlocked the door and opened a garage door the Self Service Center. Cliff drove in and Scott quickly shut the door. After taking the wheel back from Cliff, Scott drove over to the work station they usually used and lined the truck up on the hydraulic lift tracks. "Ready?" They both got out of the truck. Cliff quietly grabbed a few items out of the cab and transferred them to the back end of the truck. He then climbed into the back end and spread out a blanket. Quickly he stripped down to his briefs and put on a t shirt, then wrapped up in another blanket. Scott grabbed a remote that worked the hydraulic lift and crawled into the bed of the truck with Cliff. He hit the button and soon they were suspended 10 feet in the air. Cliff silently handed Scott a shiny wrapped box. There was just enough light with the security lights that they could see each other. Scott sat on the truck bed and opened the box. He stared in amazement. "Cliff? You want me to use these, up here?" Cliff nodded as he carefully stood up and dropped the blanket, revealing the slightly too big "The Garage" t shirt he had on with Scott's name on the front. To go with it he had shiny mesh briefs the same blue as the writing on the shirt with "Property of Scott" in black on the front over his package. "Oh, damn, honey. You are so hot!" Scott fumbled around in the box, taking out a digital camera and snapping half dozen pictures of Cliff standing in briefs and *his* work shirt. "Oh, so fucking sexy." "Just remember love, we share those pictures with nobody!" Cliff shyly smiled at Scott. Scott growled, "Hell no, I ain't sharing you with anyone, even in pictures." He set the camera aside and crawled over to where Cliff stood. Scott wrapped his arms around Cliff's waist, and pressed his head into Cliff's abdomen. "I love you so much Cliff." The two men quickly spread the blanket Cliff had been wrapped in over the one already lining the bottom of the truck bed. Cliff lay on them, his head toward the cab of the truck, on a pillow. Scott snapped a few more pictures of his love lying there, waiting to be ravished. Scott then covered Cliff with his own body, brutally claiming Cliff's mouth with his own, tongue thrusting as he ground his hips into Cliff's. Sitting up, he ripped his shirt off and tore at his jeans, finally removing them and his briefs in one swift movement along with his shoes. Moving back to lay over Cliff once again he attacked his lover's mouth, this time groaning in pleasure as he felt Cliff's mesh briefs rubbing against his own hard cock. The sensation was almost too much to bear. Cliff reached down and grabbed Scott's ass as his hips bucked up he pushed down on Scott's firm ass, throwing his head back as he cried out his pleasure. Scott immediately took the opportunity to suck on the sensitive spot on Cliff's neck. Burying his hands deep in Cliff's hair, he gently pulled back so Cliff couldn't move his head as he nipped at that sensitive spot. Cliff squirmed and pawed at Cliff, trying to draw him in closer. "Scott, baby," Cliff whimpered, remembering the final items in the box. "Baby, you haven't used all your presents yet. Do you want to use them?" Scott slowly halted his assault on Cliff's neck, not wanting to stop, but definitely wanting to use his presents. He sat up and grabbed the box, which held four silken ropes. He quickly tied Scott's wrists to the corners of the truck bed. He held up the ropes and asked, "Do you want me to tie your legs too?" Cliff looked at him through hooded eyes, "If you want to baby." Scott considered, "No, I want you to be able to wrap those sexy legs around me when I pound that tight ass of yours." He tossed the ropes aside and grabbed the camera, taking a few more shots of his sexy baby all tied up. He then noticed Cliff still wore Scott's shirt. "Damn, forgot to take your shirt off babe" he pulled the shirt up over Cliff's head, where it lay twisted, the sleeves still wrapped around Cliff's arms. Leaning over, he kissed Cliff again, and then worked his way down until he was biting at Cliff's nipples and tugging at his soft brown chest hairs. Cliff whimpered and writhed beneath Scott's touch, he moaned softly as his thrusting hips moved the fabric of his mesh briefs enough that it rubbed slightly against his hard, hot shaft. His eyes glazed with lust, he fought against his bonds, trying to touch his lover. As his lips, tongue, and teeth continued their attack on Cliff's rigid nipples, Scott's hand worked its way down to cup Cliff's hard package through the mesh briefs. He ran the palm of his hand over the hard spot, effectively jacking Cliff's cock as his fingers stroked his heavy balls thru the mesh. "Baby, I need more," Cliff begged, knowing he would get what he needed only when Scott decided to give it to him. Scott moved lower, now using his mouth to make love to Cliff's navel, sucking, he thrust his tongue in. He nipped at the edges of the indented area, and pulled at the hairs that led to Cliff's hidden cock. Cliff cried, "Scott, love, I need you." At those words Scott stopped everything. He took a good look at his love. Hair all loose around his head and tangled in the t shirt. Dark, lust filled, glazed eyes, swollen lips. Tooth marks decorated his neck, along with a dark red patch of skin. Cliff's nipples were swollen, hard and peaked. His chest hair matted with Scott's saliva. Cliff's navel was red and also had tooth marks around it. His cock was straining against the mesh of his bright blue briefs, his hips writhing and pumping. "Oh, fuck baby, you are so sexy." Scott grabbed the camera for the last time and snapped a dozen pictures of Cliff. Finally he turned the camera off and set it aside for good. Scott straddled Cliff's chest, facing his cock. He bent over and inhaled the scent that was purely Cliff's sex. He licked at Cliff's cock through the mesh briefs. As he did this, Cliff desperately tried to reach Scott's ass and balls, which were tantalizingly just inches away. Cliff strained with the bonds and reached his tongue out, barely swiping Scott's cheek. "Want something baby?" Scott looked at Cliff, peering between their two bodies as he wiggled his ass just inches from Cliff's face. Cliff strained again, again coming short from his destination. "Please love, just another few inches," Cliff begged. Scott obliged, scooting a few inches back so Cliff could bury his face in Scott's ass. He went to work, licking and biting every inch of flesh he could reach. With his nose deep in Scott's crack, he sucked at Scott's hole and bathed it with his tongue. Scott laid there for a few minutes, enjoying Cliff's loving, before he returned his attention to Cliff's mesh covered cock. He continued sucking and licking at it through the cloth, even gently biting at it, knowing his teeth wouldn't hurt through the material, but Cliff would love the pressure they provided. Sure enough, when Scott gently bit, Cliff thrust up, trying to get more into that grip. As Cliff's hips brought his ass inches above the truck bed, Scott moved his hands under so he could grab that ass, clawing and squeezing those globes as he tongued Cliff's cock through the mesh. Finally, Scott couldn't take any more, he removed his hands from Scott's ass and grabbed the mesh briefs, ripping them off and tossing them aside where they landed on the camera. He swallowed Cliff's dripping cock in one swift move, sucking and bathing it with his tongue as he moved up and down its length. "Baby, oh Scott, oh please," Cliff cried as his head fell back to the pillow, completely lost in the pleasure his mate was giving him. He moved his hips quicker, fucking Scott's face, "Baby, almost there." "Oh Scott, just a little more, please baby," Cliff begged as Scott released his throbbing cock. Scott leaned over and grabbed a condom and bottle of lube out of the gift box. "If you don't come while I fuck you, I'll let you fuck me." Scott grinned licentiously at Cliff as he sheathed his cock and slathered it with lube. Scott moved around to kneel between Cliff's thighs. Pulling Cliff's legs up so his feet rested on his shoulders, Scott teased Cliff's hole with the tip of his cock, rubbing over and around it a few times before pressing in, all 7 inches sliding in at once with no warning. "OH, DAMN baby," Cliff yelped as there was a slight pain from being so filled so quickly. "Oh DAMN!" Cliff's cock softened some at the sudden intrusion and pain. Scott waited a moment or two until Cliff had adjusted some, and then started thrusting, hard and fast. Scott knew he wouldn't last long going at this pace, but it felt too good to slow down. He ran his hands over Cliff's thighs as he continued thrusting. Soon, Cliff was moving his hips to meet those thrusts, moaning and whimpering and fighting his bonds as the pleasure once more took over. His cock once again hardened, but with no friction on it, he strained to reach his breaking point. "Damn Cliff, you are so fucking beautiful," Scott moaned as he looked at his lover spread out before him. He pounded into Cliff's ass hard and fast, aiming for his prostate as he rushed toward his release. Wrapping Cliff's long legs around his hips, Scott leant over his lover and kissed him lovingly as he tangled his fingers in Cliff's soft hair. "Honey, I love you, oh I love you." He whispered softly as he slammed into Cliff's ass one more time before stopping, body going rigid as his orgasm hit strong. The Garage: Forever Yours Ch. 04 "I love you too" Cliff murmured as he wriggled his hips and tightened his legs around Scott's waist. He struggled against his bonds, wanting desperately to hold his lover during his release. After a few moments, Scott gently kissed Cliff as he pulled out. Sitting up to remove his condom he saw that Cliff was still hard, red and throbbing. It looked painful. "Baby, you didn't come?" Cliff shook his head, "Scott, please help me come, it hurts, please love; just touch it." As he said this he continued to struggle against the ropes, desperate to touch his throbbing length and get the release he needed. Scott quickly removed his condom and leaned over to grab his gift box and rummaged around in it for a second before pulling out a second condom. "Here we go." He grinned as he held it up. Gently rolling the condom onto Cliff's aching length, Scott quickly lubed it and his own ass. He straddled Cliff and slowly sank down, taking the entire hot throbbing length into his ass. Once it was fully in, Scott lay over Cliff and softly, gently covered Cliff's face and neck with soft little kisses as he wriggled his ass up and down, side to side. He contracted his sphincter muscles around Cliff's cock. "Cliff, you are amazing," Scott whispered as he softly and gently made love to his lover. He kissed Cliff, licking at his lips and sucking at his tongue. Cliff fought against his restraints as he writhed in ecstasy below his lover. He pumped his hips as Scott wiggled above him until he felt his balls tighten and his orgasm overcome him. "Oh damn, oh Scott, I love you, Scott, oh my love," he cried as he flooded the condom. Scott continued to kiss and caress his lover until Cliff's orgasm receded and Cliff lay beneath him, still and panting. Scott waited until he felt Cliff's cock soften before moving. Pulling off of Cliff, he removed the condom and gently massaged Cliff's softened cock and balls. It twitched once then didn't move. Moving up he quickly untied Cliff and lay down next to him, gently kissing the raw, red marks on Cliff's wrists. Cliff immediate wrapped his arms around his lover and sighed, happy to be able to once again touch Scott. They held each other softly kissing and snuggling for a while before Cliff looked at Scott, "Happy Birthday baby, I love you. I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did." "I did, that was one damn sexy pair of underwear you had. And I sure didn't expect the camera, or the ropes." Scott looked down at Cliff, love shining in his eyes. "I thought you might like those, I think I heard them rip though?" Cliff smirked. "Yeah, sorry, I kind of got carried away." Scott whispered. "Well, that was the only blue pair. I ordered them off the internet; it came in a 6 pack of different colors. I guess you'll have another chance to remove them properly." Cliff laughed as Scott looked at him lustfully, imagining Cliff in those same briefs, but another color. "Down boy, I don't have them with me." "I wasn't sure you'd want to use the ropes, you didn't mention it in your fantasy, so I decided to give you a choice. I admit, as much as I hate not being able to touch you, I love being restrained and helpless against your touch." Cliff's cock twitched again as he thought about the few times Scott had tied him down over the past few months. "Did it play out like your fantasy?" Cliff asked. "It was so much better than my fantasy. I love you so much. I hope one day soon I can help you bring a desire to life." Scott said. "I hope, one day, you'll help bring my favorite wish to life." Cliff replied quietly as he slipped the black t shirt over his head and pulled it down. "Just don't ask about it now, I'm not ready to share yet. I promise you this though, I've dreamt about it since I was 16 or so, and you're the first one I've met who I want to fulfill this fantasy with." "When you put it like that, I guess I can wait. But I really want to know." Scott watched Cliff curiously as the two men got dressed and prepared to head for home. The Garage: Forever Yours Ch. 05 5) August -- November It was a Tuesday in mid-August, about three weeks after Scott's birthday. Scott's dad had quietly retired ahead of schedule, and Scott was completely in charge of "The Garage" now. He was doing a good job, but was starting to get stressed about finding a replacement for his uncle, who was now talking more and more about retiring earlier than planned. He wanted to retire shortly after his 67th birthday in late November. They needed to hire someone so he could get them trained. Scott and George were in Scott's office. In George's hand was a stack of applications and resumes from applicants interested in the job. "Scott, the top resume is the one I feel is most qualified for the position. Unfortunately, he technically hasn't applied for the position. I was at his boyfriend's house for a BBQ and saw the resume laying there so I read it and took it with me." George looked ashamed as he admitted this. He handed the stack over to Scott. Scott looked at the top resume. It was Cliff's, the one that had gone missing at the July 4th BBQ. "You took it? Cliff wondered where it disappeared to. Wait, you think he's the most qualified? Really?" Scott had a look of absolute delight on his face, thinking about getting to work with his love everyday. "Yes, but how do I offer a job to a man who hasn't even applied? Does he even know about my retirement plans?" George worried. Scott thought a few minutes about that, "I've mentioned your plans to him, of course, in passing. We've even discussed his applying, but he wasn't sure. He wanted to make sure if he got a job it was because of his qualifications, not because he was sleeping with the boss. You do know Cliff still has 6 months left on his internship, right? How is that going to work with you retiring in 2 months?" "First, let's see if he's is interested in the job. I'll have my secretary set up a meeting with him. If he's interested then we'll work out the details." George jotted a few notes down. Cliff came in the next afternoon to speak with George. The older man carefully explained all the details of the job; basically he would oversee accounting and payroll. He would track expenditures and income and make necessary adjustments to budgets to ensure the garage prospered. At the end of the meeting, George called Scott in to assure Cliff that Scott knew about the offer and was eager to work with him. Cliff was extremely interested, especially since George confessed he stole Cliff's resume because of his qualifications, but didn't see how he could get out of his commitment to NPS. George stated he would get the company lawyer to look into it to see what could be done. A few weeks later, Cliff got the happy news that NPS was willing to release him from his internship early. Once they found out Cliff had no intention of staying on after the internship, they were happy to let him out of the contract early so they could replace him with an intern that may become a full employee. He accepted the offer from George, and prepared to start training for his new job. Cliff started his new job the third week in September. He hadn't been there for more than a few hours before Scott stopped by his new office and asked him out for dinner the next night. He requested that Cliff dress for the occasion. Scott showed up at Cliff's house right on time. He was dressed in a dark suit with a blue shirt and tie. His hair was gelled up in spikes, and he had some stubble on his jaw line as he had decided to try to grow a beard. He looked dark and handsome. Cliff met him at the door wearing a light beige suit with a dark green shirt and light green and beige tie. His long honey brown hair was loose, just as Scott liked it, hanging to frame his face. His light brown eyes were clear and bright, and his face was cleanly shaven. He looked great. Scott offered his arm to Cliff and walked him to the car. Cliff's jaw dropped, and he turned to stare at Scott. "The mustang? But you said it only comes out for parades and car shows." "And special events," Scott reminded as he opened the passenger door for Cliff. "Where are we going? Is tonight a special event?" Cliff questioned. "Tonight might be the most important night of my life," Scott mumbled under his breath. To Cliff he said, "I hope you think it's special." Seated in a private corner at the restaurant, Scott took Cliff's hand as it rested on the table. He looked at it for a few minutes, softly stroking it with his thumb before looking up at Cliff. "I love you, Cliff. More than I ever thought possible." Scott said, looking deep into Cliff's eyes. "I love you too Scott." Cliff responded as he looked into Scott's eyes. "I need you in my life. I've waited as patiently as I could while you looked for a job, and the security you needed. I can't wait any longer. I... Well, I'd ask you to marry me; but since that's not legal in Arizona yet, I'm asking you to commit to me, and me alone, for the rest of your life." Scott held out a small black box in his free hand. The box lid was open and laying inside, gleaming in the candlelight, were two rings. They were silver with gold edging and a gold line through the center of the band. Each ring had 9 small black diamonds in a diamond shape. The diamonds were framed in a gold border. They were definitely masculine, but amazingly stunning in their beauty. "Scott, they're beautiful." Cliff gasped, looking at the rings. He looked up and searched Scott's eyes with his own. "Do you want a commitment ceremony?" "Whatever you want, honey. I just want to know that you're mine and I'm yours." Scott watched as Cliff pulled his hand away and used both hands to pick up the larger of the two rings. "At sometime in the future, we may need to have a commitment ceremony; but for me, right now, I promise to love you, and be faithful only to you for as long as we live." Cliff slipped the ring in his hand onto Scott's left ring finger. Scott picked up the remaining ring, "I promise to love you, and be faithful only to you as long as we live." Scott repeated. Turning the band so Cliff could see the inscription on the inside, Scott read, "Forever yours." He then slipped the ring onto Cliff's finger as he looked into Cliff's eyes, "I love you." "Forever yours," Cliff repeated, his eyes locked on Scott's as the two men met above the table to share a kiss. The newly engaged couple enjoyed a quiet, romantic dinner. Neither could take his eyes off the other. They then went for a drive in the Mustang. Cliff loved the feel of the wind through his hair as they flew down the highway. His eyes were sparkling when he leaned over and whispered to Scott, "Find a place to pull over, I've never made out in a Mustang before." Scott pulled off the highway onto a smaller road and turned in at the first path he could find. Soon the men were in each other's arms, kissing and caressing each other through their clothes. Their jackets and ties came off, and were quickly followed by their shirts. Cliff licked and bit at Scott's nipples as he opened his lover's pants. As soon as Scott's pants were open, Cliff's head was in his lap as he sucked and licked Scott's throbbing erection which stuck out through the fly opening in his boxers. Scott ran his fingers through Cliff's smooth hair, gently pressing Cliff's face down further onto his cock. He groaned as his hips bucked up to meet Cliff's mouth. "Baby, so good." He moaned as he tangled his hand deep in Cliff's hair. He felt his orgasm building and just before he exploded he pulled Cliff up by his hair, fighting to hold off his orgasm just a little while longer. Scott leaned across the bucket seats and attacked Cliff's mouth with his own, thrusting his tongue deep. His questing mouth moved further down and attached itself to Cliff's throat, his rough chin scratching the skin as his hand dove into Cliff's pants, stroking his thick cock through his briefs. Recognizing the feel of Cliff's briefs, he pulled his mouth away from Cliff's neck. "Baby, are you wearing a pair of those mesh briefs again?" Cliff just grinned as he kissed Scott. Scott gently pushed Cliff away and used both hands to lift Cliff's hips and pull his pants down. He groaned as he saw a pair of green mesh briefs with "Property of Scott" screen printed on the front in black. "Damn baby, I love it when you wear those." He leant over Cliff's lap and licked and sucked Cliff's hard cock through the briefs. He then pulled down the waistband in the front until Cliffs cock and balls were free. He sucked and licked the tip of Cliff's cock, teasing the slit with his tongue as he fondled his balls. "Oh yeah," Cliff groaned, "So good baby, so very good." He reached over to handle Scott's throbbing organ as Scott continued to work magic with his tongue. Scott moved his hand up to Cliff's chest, scraping his blunt nails over his nipples before grabbing and teasing the nipple between his fingers, even as he continued to suck and lick at Cliff's cock. Cliff put his hand on Scott's head and forced it down as he bucked his hips up, pushing his cock deep into Scott's throat, "Scott, damn Scott, oh yeah," he moaned as he continued to fuck Scott's face hard until he came, spurt after spurt of bittersweet cum flooding Scott's mouth and running down his throat. Cliff fell back against the seat of the Mustang, panting as he struggled to catch his breath. He turned to face Scott again and kissed him passionately, tongue thrusting into Scott's mouth, he could taste himself and squirmed in excitement as his spent cock twitched and tried to fill again. Cliff again dove face first into Scott's lap, suckling Scott's balls one at a time. He ran his tongue over each ball and gently teased it with his teeth before finally returning to Scott's hard throbbing dripping red cock. He licked up the underside from base to tip before taking the tip into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it. He then plunged down, taking it deep into his throat as he swallowed and hummed, the vibrations driving Scott wild. Scott again buried his hand in Cliff's hair, this time pressing Cliff's head down onto his cock as his hips thrust up. It wasn't long before Cliff was accepting the offering Scott's cock gave up as his orgasm hit. Cliff swallowed spurt after spurt of Scott's release, suckling and licking Scott's cock until it finally softened back to its normal state. As Scott rested against the seat of the Mustang, Cliff laid with his head in Scott's lap. It had been cramped and crowded, a bit uncomfortable at times because of the bucket seats, but it had been damn good. On the drive home Scott drove left handed, his right hand entwined with Cliff's between the bucket seats. They went straight to Scott's house, and as he parked the Mustang in the garage, Scott turned to Cliff. "I told you tonight was special. Welcome home, honey." He grinned. Cliff officially moved in 3 days later, and Scott's home became their home. The only piece of furniture in Cliff's apartment that either man had an attachment to was his kitchen table. Scott's kitchen was big enough to accommodate the table, complete with the benches that had been in storage. Cliff's personal items were taken from his apartment, but most of the furniture was left behind. Cliff walked around Scott's, their, house, amazed that he lived here now as he found places for his personal items. When he first met Scott, he had questioned why the man needed such a big house. Now he knew that Scott, like Cliff, hoped to raise a family someday. He had bought the house in anticipation of that likelihood. Cliff looked around one of the spare bedrooms and thought about Scott's childhood, mostly spent living in group and foster homes. Cliff knew they wouldn't be ready for children for a while yet, but he wondered if Scott would want children from their own DNA, or if he wanted to foster or adopt children like he had once been. Cliff wondered if he and Scott would even qualify for adoption. --- It was mid-November, and holidays were fast approaching. They would be having dinner on Thanksgiving here at their home for Scott's parents, his uncle, and a few close friends. Cliff had invited Tom, his friend from High School who was currently in California for work. He also invited his parents down from Montana, and his friend Jo and her family. Jo had declined; she had plans with hers. Tom was happy for the invite; he didn't want to go back to Montana and didn't want to be alone at Thanksgiving. Cliff's parents missed him, but were not able to come down. They made plans to visit at Christmas instead. Cliff had been employed with The Garage for about 6 weeks, and was very comfortable with his day to day duties. George spent most of his time explaining monthly, quarterly, and yearly obligations that would occur after his retirement. Scott was happier and more laid back. He laughed and smiled more; he chatted with the staff and tended more toward mentoring and suggestions than orders and commands as he had used before. About the only one who wasn't thrilled with Cliff working there was Mike, the kitten. The poor kitten couldn't decide who he liked to be around more and spent his day running back and forth between Cliff's office and Scott's office. George decided to retire at Thanksgiving. Cliff had pushed himself hard, feeling the need to prove that he earned the job and wasn't just hired because his fiancé owned the company. Because of his determination, Cliff actually found several areas in bookkeeping where expenses could be cut without compromising the quality of work. George was quite impressed. One Tuesday, the men were entering the building after having gone out to lunch. They were talking about the "Children's Home" fundraiser The Garage conducted. In several areas throughout the garages were jars to collect funds to donate to the local Children's Home, the same home Scott would have grown up in if it hadn't been for Frank and Louise Edwards. The garage raised funds through the year. There would be a big push for donations in January, and they would present the funds to the Home in early February. In the past they had done things like silent auctions and bake sales. They weren't sure what to do this year. They were discussing possibilities as they walked through the waiting area by Cindy's desk. "Funny you should be talking about the fundraiser, Scott. That's why I'm here." A lady sitting in the waiting area sadly smiled at him. "Tina! How are you? It's been a while since I've seen you." Scott replied. Turning to Cliff he said, "This is Tina, she and her husband own the 1970 Chevy Corvette you saw at the car show last April. She's one reason we opened the Learning Center. When her husband wasn't able to work on the restorations anymore she took over. She would book hours in the Self Serve just to sit at the front desk with the mechanic to ask questions about areas of the restoration. It was while watching one of our mechanics interact with her that I came up with the idea of having classes and mechanics specifically to provide instruction." Turning back to Tina, Scott asked cautiously, "How is Chris?" Tina's eyes filled with tears as she looked down and shook her head, "He's gone." She whispered. "Oh, no," Scott replied softly as he moved to hug her. "I am so sorry, Tina." "He died about a month ago. He requested no funeral, no services; he just wanted to be cremated. We had expected it for the last year; at least it was relatively painless for him." Tina softly said as she stood within Scott's embrace. She sniffled one last time before speaking louder, "We talked about it many times, and I think I have the solution for your fundraiser." As the trio walked to Scott's office he introduced Tina to Cliff. Cliff offered his condolences on her loss, and she thanked him. "Chris and I spoke many times about what would happen once he was gone. What I am doing now, we had actually planned to do together, but his health deteriorated so quickly. One day he was relatively healthy, the next he was in the hospital, and two days later he was gone. You know he bought the Corvette shortly after he was diagnosed; he thought having a long term project would help motivate him to fight for his life. We had only been married about a year at that time; he always said I was his biggest motivating factor for living." Tina sighed, took a deep breath, and then continued, "Anyway, we spent a lot of time here over the 7 years it took to restore that car. We participated in the fundraiser every year. After we finished the car, Chris asked a favor of me. It was easy to grant, I thought it was a great idea." Scott looked at her, confusion clearly showing on his face. They were sitting in chairs around the small table in his office, and he reached out to hold Cliff's hand. Cliff watched Tina carefully with a thoughtful look on his face as he gently squeezed Scott's hand. "We both decided what we wanted was to donate the Corvette for you to raffle off, all proceeds to benefit the Children's Home. Chris's idea was to purchase another clunker of a classic car and restore it. The restoration would have gone so much faster this time around. He hoped to be able to show his gratitude to The Garage for the support you all showed me as I was learning by restoring and providing to you a few cars over the next several years for you to raffle for the Children's Home." Tina said all this so quickly, Scott wasn't sure he heard right. "Tina, did I hear you correctly? You want to give The Garage your fully restored 1970 Chevy Corvette to be raffled off for charity?" Scott was incredulous. "Yes, it was Chris's fondest wish, we were both going to come to you in late October to let you know, but he was gone by then." Tina replied quietly. "Are you sure you still want to do this? You worked on that car more than he did, wouldn't you rather keep it or sell it to help pay for his medical expenses?" Scott questioned. Tina wryly laughed, a harsh, coughing laugh, "You never knew Chris had a rather substantial trust fund. He never lacked for funds, all of his expenses have been covered and I have more than I will be able to spend in a lifetime. I won't keep the car because it has too many memories, and I want to fulfill Chris's final wish." "Wow," Scott whispered, dumbfounded as he heard this revelation. "Tina," Cliff stated softly, "We want to thank you, and Chris, for your generous donation. I think Chris had a wonderful idea, and I would be honored to raffle that car off, in your and Chris's name, through The Garage. If you would like, you can help with the details. If there's ever anything The Garage can do for you, please don't hesitate to let Scott or I know." Scott mutely nodded his agreement with Cliff's statement, and squeezed his hand. Tina smiled gratefully at Cliff, thankful he was able to grasp their vision and was willing to see it through. They chatted a few minutes about the details, and then both Cliff and Scott walked her to the reception area where they both hugged her goodbye. The following Wednesday night, Cliff was moody and tense at home. Scott asked Cliff what was wrong, and he put off answering. Scott knew that Cliff was mentally pushing himself to the limit at work. He loved that Cliff was already so committed to The Garage, and told him so. He tried to relax Cliff, assuring him that he was doing a great job; he had already made positive changes to the company's budget and profit margin; and Uncle George wasn't going anywhere, he wouldn't mind coming in even after he officially retired to answer any questions Cliff had. Scott led Cliff up to the bedroom where he stripped him. The lovers took a hot shower together where Scott washed Cliff from head to toe, and then dried him and laid him down on the bed on his stomach. He quickly warmed some almond scented oil in the microwave and returned to the bedroom, turning the stereo on low so soft classical music filled the room. The Garage: Forever Yours Ch. 05 Straddling Cliff's waist, Scott pulled Cliff's hair off to the side and leant over to tenderly kiss his neck. He then drizzled some warm oil on Cliff's neck and upper back and gently started massaging Cliff's neck and shoulder muscles. Softly murmuring words of love to Cliff, he moved lower and worked on his lower back muscles. Cliff groaned softly as Scott's hands released the tension that had built up over the past few weeks. He responded to Scott's loving words with his own declarations of love. Scott moved further down, squeezing and manipulating Cliff's ass cheeks, rubbing the oil in deeply as his hands lovingly stroked the light fur that covered those tight globes. He quietly reminded Cliff how much he loved to eat that ass. Cliff thrust his ass up towards Scott's face -- an invitation to eat him right there, but Scott gently pressed him back down onto the bed and turned his attention to Cliff's strong, shapely thighs. He whispered to Cliff how much he loved those thighs to be wrapped around his waist and hips and that he loves to feel the muscles in those thighs contracting beneath his hands. He massaged Cliff's legs all the way down to his feet and then took each foot into his hand, rubbing and massaging, coating him with the almond oil. As he finished, Scott brought his mouth down and started sucking the oil off of Cliff's toes. He licked the oil off the soles of Cliff's feet and worked his way up the left leg, sucking, licking and kissing. He teased the back of the knee with his tongue and lapped his way up in long strokes over Cliff's thighs. Then he started over on the right leg and repeated the entire process. Whenever his mouth wasn't on Cliff's skin he was repeating his love for Cliff. Cliff whimpered as he returned the declarations of love and writhed under Scott's loving touch. His head turned to the side; he watched every move Scott made in the mirror above their dresser. When he saw Scott approach the upper left thigh he thrust his ass up again, desperate for Scott's tongue. Again, Scott pressed him gently back down and, avoiding those muscular cheeks, he moved up to Cliff's neck. He kissed and sucked, licked and bit his way over Cliff's neck and shoulders, down to his back. Finally, there was only one place left. Scott positioned himself between Cliff's legs and sucked at the muscular, slightly furry globes, licked them from top to bottom, and kissed every inch before delving his tongue in to follow the line of Cliff's crack. He licked in the crack from top to bottom. "Love, stop teasing," Cliff moaned as he tried to force Scott's tongue to the place he needed it most. Scott quietly chuckled and finally kissed Cliff's hole. Forcing his tongue in, he tenderly kissed and made love to that sweet hole. Tongue thrusting in and out he sucked on the muscle ring and gently bit at it. As Scott pulled his face away, Cliff whined, "Baby, I need more." He pulled up his knees until he was lying with his knees bent, and his ass in the air, an invitation to Scott that could not be mistaken; especially when Cliff thrust an unopened condom he had found stashed under the pillow back at Scott. He looked over his shoulder at Scott and wiggled his ass as he grinned. Scott quickly donned the condom and spread some of the almond oil onto it, and onto Cliff's hole. He shifted so he was on his knees, and with his hands gripping Cliff's hips he pushed in, surrounding the head of his hard cock with Cliff's hot, tight, sphincter. Slowly he pushed in and out each time going deeper in until finally he was buried balls deep in Cliff's hole. Wrapping an arm around Cliff's waist, he gripped Cliff's throbbing length. He teased the head and slit with his fingers as he slowly, almost lazily, thrust his cock in and out of Cliff's ass. "Faster baby, come on, give it to me." Cliff demanded as he quickly got up onto his hands so he could easier rock against Scott, trying to get him to thrust harder, deeper. Scott wrapped both hands around Cliff's waist so they were resting on his upper abdomen. Scott persistently pressed, helping Cliff to sit up, as he slowly sank down until he was sitting with his ass resting on the bed between his feet. Cliff, impaled on Scott's cock, was sitting almost straight up with his knees bent back, his lower legs resting on either side of Cliff's legs. Cliff raised and lowered himself, fucking himself on Scott's cock. Scott moved one hand behind him to rest on the bed for support as the other moved back to Cliff's hot, dripping cock. After a few short minutes, Scott had to gently ease Cliff back down onto his hands and knees with Scott kneeling behind him so that he could increase the force and speed of their thrusts. "Yeah love, harder, faster" Cliff encouraged while he thrust back as Scott pushed into him. "Feels so good baby," Scott responded as he continued to drive into Cliff, hands gripping his hips. He suddenly reached around to Cliff's cock, fisting it as he rapidly ran his hand up and down its length. "Come for me baby" he murmured as he felt his own orgasm building. "Yes love, almost there," Cliff whispered as he frantically tried to simultaneously thrust his ass against Scott's cock and his cock into Scott's hand. One final thrust into Scott's hand and Cliff stopped as his muscles tensed and he shot spurt after spurt of hot cum over Scott's hand and onto the bed beneath him. Scott continued to milk Cliff's cock until the orgasm started to subside, then returned his sticky hand to Cliff's hip as he rode out the intense feeling of Cliff's sphincter muscles contracting around his cock. As the contractions slowed, Scott drove his hips hard into Cliff a few times before his orgasm took control and he ejaculated into the condom as he gripped Cliff's hips tightly. "I love you Cliff, so much," he gritted out as he forced his hips as tight to Cliff as possible, pulling Cliff back by his hips. As his orgasm ended, he released his grip on Cliff and Cliff slumped onto the bed, with Scott falling on top of him. The two men lay there, completely spent for a few moments; Cliff on his stomach on the bed, Scott laying over him, his softening cock still partially inside Cliff. The Garage: Forever Yours Ch. 06 Thanks to those who chose to review and/or rate previous chapters. I really appreciate seeing what people think of my story, even when they're providing criticisms or suggestions on how to make it better. I hope the name mixing up is not an issue with this chapter, I've read and re-read it several times. Also, I will have probably 3, maybe 4 more chapters after this one. 6) Nov -- Jan On Thanksgiving, Cliff was a little depressed, this being the first real holiday he didn't spend with his parents. He spent quite a bit of time on the phone with them, reminiscing about past holidays, and encouraging them to come down for Christmas. He talked about his relationship with Scott, and their friends, and his new job at The Garage. He got quite a bit of teasing from his dad about how he went from never wanting to look at the inside of a car engine to working in a mechanics shop. Cliff blushed as he laughingly reminded his dad that he stayed in the office and left the dirty work to Scott. By the end of the conversation, Cliff felt much better. He worked together with Scott to finish the dinner for Scott's family. During the dinner they got teased endlessly by Scott's parents and Uncle about their private ceremony to each other. Louise, Scott's mom, wanted 'to see her boy get married' as she put it. Scott laughed it off, saying he didn't need to put on a big show to prove his love and commitment to Cliff. Cliff quickly sided with Scott, saying they knew they were right for each other. That evening, after the family had left and dishes were cleaned up, Scott gave Cliff another of his full body massages which ended up in a hot, sweaty lovemaking session that left Cliff too satisfied to think about anything other than Scott. --- The Garage had a long-standing tradition of staying closed for a week beginning two days before Christmas Eve. The Sunday before the vacation began, Cliff stood a few feet from the Christmas tree he and Scott had just finished decorating. It was all blues and golds with the exception of one ornament. A custom made ivory colored Christmas ball with a picture of Cliff and Scott holding each other. Above the picture it said "2010 - Our First Christmas." Below, it said "Forever yours." Scott quietly snuck up on Cliff, and wrapped his arms around his waist, resting his chin on Cliff's shoulder. "Beautiful, isn't it?" he whispered. "Yes, the colors you chose are gorgeous together." Cliff responded as he leaned back against his lover. They stood and watched the lights for a few more minutes before going to their bedroom. Cliff's parents would arrive the next morning and stay for several days. The two men were quietly talking as they entered the bedroom. Cliff walked through the door and laughed. "Baby, did you really think I needed an excuse to kiss you in bed?" He pointed to the sprig of mistletoe Scott had attached to a long blue ribbon and pinned to the ceiling above their bed. "Nah, just an excuse to kiss me MORE in bed," Scott grinned. That night they made love. It was slow, and gentle, and sweet. Light touches and gentle caresses, quiet murmurs of love as Scott lovingly thrust into Cliff. Cliff's legs wrapped around Scott's hips and Scott's arms wrapped around Cliff's shoulders, they frequently kissed under the mistletoe as they reached their release. --- The next morning, Cliff opened the front door to their home, and was instantly blinded as a camera flashed in his face. Blinking the spots away he laughed, "Hi, mom! I've missed you." Cliff moved aside to let his mom and dad enter the house. His mom continued to flash pictures, more of Cliff, some of the Christmas tree, and one of a very surprised Scott as he came down the stairs to meet their guests. Cliff and Scott welcomed Cliff's parents and showed them to the guest room. Christmas was in two days, and his parents were there for the holiday. They would be staying about 5 days. Cliff's mom, an avid amateur photographer, brought her digital camera with her everywhere. She snapped pictures as Cliff showed her around the house and yard. She enjoyed trying to get candid shots of her family without them realizing she was there. Sometimes it worked, but more often than not they knew what she was up to. That evening, over dinner, Cliff, Scott, and his parents were discussing the couple's commitment. They had called and shared the news of course, and even sent pictures of their rings, but this was the first time they talked in person. Cliff's mom, Betty, seemed to be a little distant to Scott. Scott didn't notice as this was his first time meeting her, but Cliff wondered what that was about. When he brought it up with her, she shrugged it off. Over the next few days Betty continued to take pictures as Scott got to know both Betty and Herman, Cliff's dad, more. They took the parents sight seeing, shopping, and out to dinner at their favorite restaurants. Betty spent some time in the kitchen making sugar and gingerbread cookies. Herman spent time out in the backyard talking to Scott about the improvements he had made to the yard. They all enjoyed the few days before Christmas. On Christmas Eve, Betty and Herman wanted to go to midnight service as they had done every year. Scott and Cliff helped them find a church that would welcome visitors, but declined invitations to join them. Midnight service would actually start at 11 PM at the church they chose, and Betty and Herman left the house shortly after a late supper. A few hours later they arrived back to the house to find all the lights off except the porch light and the Christmas tree lights. They quietly entered the home, expecting the two men to be upstairs in bed. After they closed the door, Betty noticed a strange blue light coming from the living room. She quietly entered that room to find the TV on. She went to turn it off and a slight movement caught her eye. Turning, she saw that Scott and Cliff had fallen asleep on the couch while watching a movie. Scott was pressed tight against the back of the couch. His left arm was under Cliff's head. His right arm was wrapped around Cliff's torso. Both men had sweatpants on and Scott had a t-shirt on while Cliff didn't have a shirt on. Scott's right hand rested on Cliff's chest, his fingers tangled in Cliff's chest hair. Cliff moved in his sleep and Scott pulled him closer. Without opening his eyes Scott mumbled, "love you Cliff" as Cliff settled down and nestled back against Scott. Betty watched that quiet, loving exchange before quickly grabbing her camera and taking a few shots of the sleeping lovers. She then grabbed a crocheted afghan from the back of a chair, one she had made for Cliff she noticed, and covered the two men before turning off the TV and retiring to the guestroom. The next morning, Cliff noticed Betty was more open to Scott. She got up early and made their favorite breakfast; waffles and bacon with fresh fruit. About an hour after breakfast, Scott's parents and uncle showed up. They spent about an hour opening presents, laughing and joking as they did so. Betty got along pretty well with Scott's mom, Louise, and the two agreed to work together to make a few side dishes to go with the steaks the men wanted to grill for Christmas dinner. Betty, Cliff's mom, loved to read so the Cliff bought her a Kindle. To coordinate, Scott got her a cover for it and a gift card to purchase a few books. Herman, Cliff's dad, had complained a few weeks earlier that his walkman had finally died. Cliff decided to bring him into the current century by getting him an IPod. Again to coordinate, Scott got him a good pair of headphones and a gift card to start his music collection. Louise also loved music, and Scott bought her an IPod with more memory than her previous one had. Cliff bought her a pair of headphones and a gift card. Scott's dad and Uncle were harder to buy for. For Uncle George, they purchased some basic art supplies, trying to encourage George to get back into a hobby he hadn't pursued in several years. They finally decided on a few model kits of old cars, including a 1965 Ford Mustang, for Scott's dad. "It may not be as challenging or exciting as working on the real thing, but at least you can still say you work on cars," Scott winked as his dad opened the package. Christmas afternoon was spent setting up the new toys. Scott had a Kindle, and he helped Betty get hers set up and ready for use. Louise borrowed Cliff's laptop to log onto her Apple account and transfer her music to the new Ipod. Both Cliff and Louise spent time explaining the IPod to Herman and showing him how to set up an account and download music. Frank read through the instructions for his model cars, kidding his son about finally having a car just like his; and George made a quick sketch of the Christmas tree. They all enjoyed their day together, and before they knew it, it was time to get dinner ready. Louise and Betty let the men get the steaks, spices, and potatoes for the grill and then kicked them out of the kitchen. They talked and laughed together as they made a salad and a pasta salad to go with dinner. Herman, Cliff, and George took over the grill, seasoning the steaks and grilling them to perfection. As they all sat down around the kitchen table, Louise and Betty kept exchanging looks. Everyone filled their plates, and just as Scott was taking a drink, Betty spoke up. "When are you going to have a commitment ceremony?" She asked her son, Cliff, as she slyly watching Scott trying not to choke. "We, uh, well mom, we committed to each other the day Scott gave me this ring," Cliff held his left hand up. "We didn't think we needed a commitment ceremony." Louise reached over and smacked her son, Scott, and stated "What do you mean no commitment ceremony? You will have a ceremony; I've been looking forward to this since you came to us." Grinning sheepishly, Scott and Cliff looked at each other. "Well, I guess we can't disappoint you Louise," Cliff said to Scott's mom. "Yeah, Betty, we'll discuss it and let you know when it is, okay?" Scott responded to Cliff's mom. The rest of Herman and Betty's vacation was pretty low key. They learned to use their new toys, visited a few shops, and spent time with Scott's family, discussing options for the commitment ceremony. --- Two days after Cliff's parents left, it was New Years Eve. Scott woke early and had brushed his teeth and showered before Cliff woke up. After he woke up, Cliff sat on the bed, leaning against the headboard, as he thought about all the changes the past year had brought. Scott came in and saw Cliff sitting there, "Are you okay, love?" "Yep," Cliff grinned, "I'm good. Come here a minute." He beckoned, waiving his hand. Scott walked to the bed and sat on the edge, "What's up honey?" Cliff tugged Scott's arm until he was leaning over Cliff. Then Cliff kissed Scott, licking at his lips and thrusting his tongue into Scott's mouth. "Cliff, you know I love you, and I love kissing you, but ewww... morning breath," Scott grumbled as he pulled away slightly. "Scott," Cliff warned, "It's your fault." He rolled his eyes and pointed up, "You insisted on keeping the mistletoe up, you can deal with the consequences." Scott laughed, "Yeah, I guess I did. But today's the last day. We're taking down the decorations." They spent the day taking down Christmas decorations and putting the house back in order the way it had been. That evening they had plans to go to a club with their friends, Paul and Matt. Jake and Wade, who were in an on-again phase of their relationship, were also supposed to go. Cliff's jaw dropped as he stared at Scott. Wearing tight black leather jeans, a black mesh tank top with a silver colored button up shirt. The silver shirt was unbuttoned and the long sleeves were rolled up. His short black hair was spiked; he had stubble on his chin and jaw, which he found he favored to completely shaven or full beard. His silver belt buckle had a car on it, turquoise in color, and he had on a pair of cowboy boots. "Damn, baby, you are sexy. They better get here soon or I'm going to drag you back to the bedroom for the rest of the night." Cliff said as he licked his lips and eyed Scott from head to toe and back. "I'm definitely underdressed," He continued as he glanced down at his tan jeans and a silky, tight golden brown button up shirt with the top few buttons undone, showing his chest hairs. His long, dirty blonde hair was tied back at the base of his skull, and his face was clean shaven. "No, you're hot," Scott growled, "But you should keep your hair loose." He tugged at Cliff's bound hair, forcing his face to tilt up before kissing him. DING -- The doorbell rang. It was Paul and Matt, ready for their night on the town. Paul showed them a text from Wade explaining that he and Jake wouldn't be coming. As they entered Exc!te, a relatively new club, they saw it had multiple levels, with the main dance floor being on a balcony on the 2nd floor. The balcony had a glass wall, so they could see the action on the floor. The floor they entered on had a bar at one end and the main space was covered with tables and booths. The bouncer at the door told them the 3rd floor had space that could be booked for private parties; it also had rooms with large screen TVs for sporting events. The four men decided to start by getting a table on the main floor. Scott and Paul went to the bar to get their drinks while Cliff and Matt chatted at the table. They spent a few hours on the main floor, drinking and chatting with friends that they ran into. Around 11:15pm they decided to head up to the dance floor for a while. After they stood up and started walking Cliff had to pee. "Go on up, I'll meet you there in a few minutes," he said as he turned toward the restrooms. The restrooms were full, so it was about 20 minutes later by the time he started up the stairs to the dance floor. He wandered around the edges of the dance floor for another 10 minutes, trying to find Scott. Finally, he caught a glimpse of Scott, over by the glass wall. He wove his way through the crowd, removing hands and arms as men tried to get him to dance with them. Finally, he was just a few feet away and was able to see that Scott was scowling. In front of Scott was a young, blonde twink. He was aggressively hitting on Scott, trying to get the taller man to dance with him. The persistant man grabbed Scott's hand and placed it on his ass as he suggestively moved his hips in time to the music. Scott immediately removed his hand, said something to the blonde that Cliff couldn't hear, and turned away. The twink then moved closer to Scott, grinding his pelvis into Scott's ass. Again Scott stepped away and again said something, a harsh, angry look on his face. Cliff decided it was time to intervene. Agilely stepping around the young blonde, Cliff moved close to Scott and wrapped his arms around Scott's neck as he started to sway to the music. He vaguely heard the twink mutter something about stepping away from his man. By this time Scott had placed his hands on Cliff's waist and was moving with him. When Cliff heard the blonde's comment he removed his hands from Scott and turned. He pressed himself back against Scott as the taller man wrapped his arms around him. Scott leaned down and kissed Cliff's neck as Cliff glared at the young blonde. "He's not now, nor will he ever be your man. He's MY man, and I'm his. You need to back off," Cliff remarked as he continued to snuggle against Scott, turning his head so he could kiss his man passionately, leaving no doubt as to what they meant to each other. After their kiss ended, Cliff turned back to the blonde, in time to see his friends pull him away, advising him to find someone who wasn't attached. "Thank God you got here, honey. That guy tried to latch onto me almost from the moment I got up here. I kept telling him I was taken and definitely not interested, but he wouldn't take 'no' for an answer," Scott murmured as Cliff again turned to face his lover. The two men danced for only a few minutes before the DJ cut the music for the New Year's countdown. "10... 9... 8... " the crowd yelled. "I love you, Scott," Cliff stated, staring straight into Scott's blue eyes, as they listened to the countdown. "6... 5... 4... " the crowd continued. "I love you too, Cliff," Scott replied, lost in Cliff's brown eyes, barely noticing the crowd's presence. "2... 1... HAPPY NEW YEAR!" the crowd screamed. "Happy New Year," both men whispered as their lips met for their first kiss of the New Year. As the crowd shifted, they found themselves next to Paul and Matt. The four men spent an hour on the dance floor, enjoying the music and the club. Cliff's shirt was unbuttoned and untucked. He danced back to chest with Scott, his ass grinding against Scott's groin. Scott had his right hand on Cliff's hips, guiding them and his left hand rested on Cliff's shoulder. The music slowed down and Cliff faced Scott. He wrapped his arms around Scott's torso. Scott wrapped his arms around Cliff's waist. They barely swayed to the music as they held each other, each lost in the other's eyes. They shared a few quick kisses, before Cliff moved his hand to the back of Scott's neck. The next time they kissed, Cliff licked at Scott's lips, demanding entry as his hand kept Scott from pulling back. His tongue plunged into Scott's mouth, claiming ownership. He moved his other hand down to Scott's hip and pulled him closer. Scott quickly responded, sucking on Cliff's tongue before chasing it back into Cliff's mouth. Scott's hands moved to Cliff's ass as he pulled him closer. As they ended the kiss, Cliff saw that smoky quality in Scott's eyes that showed Scott's arousal. Scott leaned down to kiss Cliff's neck. Smirking, he licked and sucked at the sensitive spot at the base of his neck on the left. Cliff moaned as he buried his fingers in Scott's short hair, pressing Scott's face deeper into his neck. Scott forcibly pulled away, "Baby, I think it's time to go home... Now!" Cliff looked up at him, a slightly glazed look in his eyes, "Yes please." They told Paul and Matt they were leaving and rushed out of the building, grabbing one of the cabs that were waiting outside. On the ride home they couldn't keep their hands off each other. Cliff laid his hand over Scott's groin, rubbing and squeezing Scott's cock and balls. Scott groaned as his cock twitched and tried to grow in the tight confines of his leather pants. "Stop Cliff, wait until we get home, please." He whispered, trying not to gain the attention of the driver. Cliff leaned over and whispered, "But you're just so damn hot. Watching you dance tonight, the way your body moved... I need you." "Cliff, I need to be able to get out of the cab in a few minutes." Scott moaned as his hips subconsciously flexed to meet Cliff's hand. "Soon, honey, very soon..." The cab driver eyed them in his rear view mirror. He couldn't see much, but he was pretty sure what was going on in the back seat. He scowled as he snarled "knock it off, you're almost home." Scott and Cliff looked at each other and laughed, as they separated from each other. "Sorry, man. But we're in love, and sometimes it's hard to wait." Cliff said as he grinned at Scott. As the cab stopped in front of their home, the cab driver relented a little as he explained, "Well keep it out of my cab. I don't mind gay couples, but semen is a bitch to off the upholstery. You're here" The men quietly wished the cab driver a new year as they paid him, and quickly entered their home. Being scolded by the cabbie did nothing to cool the ardor between them and as soon as the front door was closed, Scott slammed Cliff against it. Scott's hands grasped Cliff's and pinned them above Cliff's head against the door. He pressed his groin against Cliff's as he attacked Cliff's mouth forcibly thrusting his tongue in. Scott grinded his hips into his lover's as his tongue ran over Cliff's. Cliff moaned as he thrust his hips back against Scott and sucked on the bigger man's tongue. The Garage: Forever Yours Ch. 06 "Oh yeah, baby," Cliff moaned as Scott broke their kiss, both men gasping for air. "Damn, I need you. Hard and fast, and now." Scott saw Cliff's glazed eyes, his slightly parted swollen lips, and groaned. "Need you too. Scott roughly pulled at Cliff's jeans and boxers, getting them off the smaller man before pulling him to the living room. Bending Cliff over the back of the couch, Scott bent forward and attacked Cliff's tight little ass with his fingers. As saliva drenched from one hand hand worked to prepare Cliff's opening, Scott kicked off his cowboy boots. His other hand was frantically trying to loosen and remove his own leather pants. Before dropping the pants to the floor, he grabbed a condom he had placed in the back pocket. Carefully setting the unopened package on the edge of the couch, Scott dropped his pants and removed his g-string. Scott grabbed Cliff's hips again and teased Cliff's hole with his now condom covered cock. Cliff moaned, "More, baby, feels so good but I need more." As he thrust his hips forward to give his cock the friction of rubbing against the couch, and then back again to meet Scott's questing length. Scott wrapped one arm around Cliff's torso and teased his nipples. Pinching and twisting them between his fingers one at a time before plunging his fingers into Cliff's chest hair and gently tugging it. "Now baby, please, fuck me now," Cliff groaned as he writhed under Scott's touch. Scott spat into his hand to provide some lubrication for his sheathed cock. He quickly aligned his throbbing dick at Cliff's entrance and pushed in. "Hard and fast, baby." Cliff begged as he pushed back. Scott's cock breached the entrance and slid the full 7 ½" in one swift movement. Fully seated, Scott waited a moment to allow Cliff time to adjust. Cliff needed no time, he almost immediately began thrusting his hips back and forth while begging, "Now Scott, move now, fuck me hard." Scott groaned and started to pump short, quick strokes into Cliff. "Oh yeah," Cliff groaned, "Feels so damn good." "So hot, so tight," Scott moaned as he thrust hard and fast in and out of Cliff's willing hole. Cliff moved one hand under his body so he could fist his cock. He flexed his hips and cried out as Scott hit his prostate. "OH, yeah, oh, love you so much," Cliff moaned as he moved his hand faster on his own cock. "Fuck, oh baby, so good," Scott groaned as he thrust harder and faster. "Oh, damn, oh baby, love you Scott, love you." Cliff cried as he came, spurting cum against the side of the couch. As his cock convulsed, his sphincter contracted around Scott's cock. Scott slammed one more time into Cliff's convulsing ass before his muscles tightened and his orgasm hit. He cried out his love for Cliff as he spurt into the condom, Cliff's sphincter muscles contracting and milking every drop. Spent, Scott slumped over Cliff's back, softly kissing as he reiterated his love. He laid there a moment or two before standing up and pulling out of that hot wet hole his cock called home. He removed the condom and tiredly moved around to fall onto the couch. Cliff dropped next to his love. "Love you so much baby," Scott whispered as he stroked his hand over Cliff's back. --- January 3rd, the men went back to work with a vengeance. January was always a busy month at The Garage, because of the Children's Home fundraiser, and this January was no exception. Tina had declined taking part in arranging the raffle, except to offer to pay for advertising so they would get a greater response. The Corvette, of course, was the top prize. Cliff had also managed to convince one of their suppliers to donate a few mechanic tool sets worth about $500 each to raffle off in 2nd and 3rd place. 4th thru 7th places were gift certificates for The Garage. Cliff had arranged for radio TV and newspaper ads, and fliers to start inundating the public the last week of December and first week of January. He set up a website for the raffle, showing pictures of the car, the history about why it was donated, and how to buy raffle tickets. Tickets were set at $10 each. Interested parties could purchase tickets online, or come into The Garage to see the car in person and buy tickets. The mechanics, office staff, and garage assistants were encouraged to post the link often to any of their social media pages. The Garage employed 20 mechanics, 8 each in Full Service and Learning Center, and 4 for Self Service. They also had 4 receptionists who manned 2 desks: one in Full Service and one in Learning Center. The office staff consisted of 2 managers: one for Learning Center/Self Service and one for Full Service, and Cliff and Scott. They also had 2 part time janitors/errand boys. The staff did a great job of advertising for the raffle. The Garage got responses from as far away as Chicago. They got offers to flat out buy the car, which they declined but they encouraged the interested buyers to purchase raffle tickets. The phones rang constantly with people asking questions about the car, the garage, and the raffle. Cliff was updating the webpage almost every day, sharing the most commonly asked questions and answers. Cliff had been much busier than usual the entire month, running the website, running and tracking raffle progress on top of his normal duties, but they had sold over 2,000 tickets and obtained many new clients in all three areas of The Garage. The men lived together, slept in the same bed, even had sex on a regular basis, but tension built between them as the month wore on. Besides Cliff's taking on all responsibility for the fundraiser, and Scott's working with the managers to handle the additional influx of customers, the two men tried to find time to work on commitment ceremony details. They received input and ideas almost daily from their mothers, from Diane, and from Jo. Even Paul and Matt had ideas. One Tuesday near the end of January Cliff sat quietly in the living room, holding a photo album his mom had just sent them, while he waited for Scott to come home. Scott came in, rushed as usual, quickly greeting Cliff with a brief hug and peck on the cheek before turning toward his office, to continue work. "Scott, we need to talk." Cliff said quietly, but insistently. "Cliff, I need to get this done for tomorrow," Scott waved a handful of papers as he continued to walk to the office. "Now, Scott, please." This time, Scott caught the determination in Cliff's voice. He turned and looked at his lover. "What's on your mind?" Scott asked, still thinking about the work to be done in the back of his mind. "We received a package from my mom today," Cliff stated has he stood from his chair and moved to the couch. "Will you sit with me while we look at it?" Scott sighed, but he put his papers down and went and sat next to Cliff, a few inches between them -- another visual reminder of the tension between them that had been getting worse over the past few weeks. Cliff opened a letter that came in the package and he read, 'Cliff, you were right when you said I was distant toward Scott during Christmas. Its not that I don't think he's a good match for you, its just that I thought you were rushing the relationship. You had barely known him for 5 months before committing to him. Son, I saw you and him asleep on the couch on Christmas Eve; and it hit me. It doesn't matter how long you're together, if the love is strong. And, Cliff, Scott's love for you was evident. I watched you closely over the next few days and saw how he watches you, how he cares for you and takes care of you. As you did for him as well. I'm sorry I doubted your love, and I want you to know I have no reservations about your commitment to each other. Love, Mom.' Cliff looked over at Scott with tears in his eyes, "I don't want this tension between us to destroy us. We need to talk, openly and honestly, about how we'll get through stressful times at work without letting it hurt our personal relationship." Cliff quietly folded the letter over again, and picked up the photo album. The first picture was him and Scott, sleeping on the couch, no doubt the scene his mom was talking about in her letter. Cliff was cuddled against Scott's chest, Scott's hand tangled in Cliff's chest hair. They both looked peaceful. Cliff turned the page and saw a picture of him and Scott in the kitchen, and one of them out back in the yard. He quietly flipped thru a few more pages. Each page showed Scott and Cliff in various rooms of the house, and out in public. The two men were always looking at each other, or hugging. Even in the photos from their outings they were touching, a hand on an arm or shoulder, some slight contact. There were even photos of each of the men interacting with various family members. In a few of those, it was clear the men were watching each other from across the room. "Cliff, this is beautiful," Scott said gruffly, as he scooted closer to Cliff, wrapping his arm around the smaller man. Clearing his throat, he continued, "I can see her point, why she was concerned. I'm glad she was able to see for herself how much I care about you, how much a part of my life and soul you really are. Seeing these pictures emphasizes how distant we've been the past few weeks, and I am so sorry." He leaned over and lightly kissed Cliff's lips. The two men sat together on the couch, discussing the issues of the past weeks, and talking about how they could learn to rely on each other during stressful times at work rather than taking it out on each other. They planned to have some of the office managers take on more responsibility regarding both the fundraiser and the additional scheduling needs. Even the receptionists could be counted on to handle some of the smaller details. Before they knew it they had been talking almost 3 hours, the conversation becoming more animated and relaxed as they talked together, occasionally one would reach out and stroke the other's arm, or kiss him lightly on the cheek. By the end of their conversation they felt both their personal relationship and their professional partnerships were both stronger than ever. "We should call Betty and thank her for these pictures," Scott murmured as he pulled Cliff close. Cliff's back rested against Scott's chest, Scott's arms wrapped loosely around Cliff's waist. They were both sitting on the couch and Scott was nuzzling into Cliff's neck, gently kissing the soft skin there. Cliff ran his fingers over Scott's arms before wrapping his hands around Scott's. He turned his head to face Scott for a kiss, "we will, but not tonight." The next day, Cliff spent a few minutes on the phone with his mother, expressing gratitude that his mom understood how much Scott meant to him. He also thanked her for the photo album. She then asked to speak to Scott. "Hello, Betty... No need to apologize, you just wanted what's best for your son... Yes, I understand... Yes, Betty, thank you... Yes, I will... Yeah? Cool, I look forward to it... See you then... Bye Betty... Sorry, bye mom." Scott's side of the conversation didn't tell Cliff much, except his mom had apparently told Scott to call her mom as well. Scott didn't comment on his conversation with Betty, except to say all was good between them and that she demanded the men get working on their commitment ceremony. One of their agreements from their discussion was that neither would work overtime on Saturday or Sunday unless the other agreed it was absolutely necessary. With that new rule in mind, the two men suddenly found themselves facing a weekend with no set plans; and Cliff offered to make plans for them. Friday night, after work, the men left for Scottsdale, which was only about 45 minutes away. Cliff had found out about the "The World's Greatest Collector Car Event" features special events, a lifestyle pavilion, and thousands of beautiful and unique vehicles. It had already been running for 4 days, and would close the following Monday. He thought Scott would enjoy walking around the show on Saturday and Sunday. The men checked into their hotel room, sending their luggage up with the valet while they enjoyed a nice dinner in the hotel restaurant. During dinner they talked about how the past few days had went. There was more communication between them at work, more cooperation, and the tension had slowly disappeared. They talked about things they wanted to do over the next few months. Cliff mentioned that Tina had told him she wasn't going to restore anymore cars. She just didn't feel the energy since Chris died. Cliff suggested that maybe Scott find a vehicle to restore, and if he wanted he could teach Cliff to help. Scott looked thoughtful for a moment before replying that he would think about it. After dinner, they walked the few steps to the hotel bar. The bar had a blackjack table set up, and Cliff played, managing to double the amount he started with. Scott barely broke even. By 11, the men were feeling the effects of the day, and decided to retire to their room. Cliff followed Scott into the elevator, and when he saw they were the only ones there, he moved closer. Wrapping his arms around Scott's neck, he pulled the bigger man down for a kiss. When their lips met, Cliff parted his and ran his tongue against Scott's, savoring the flavor of his man. Scott groaned and parted his lips, allowing Cliff to thrust his tongue deeply in. Scott wrapped his arms around Cliff's waist, pulling him close as they continued to kiss. Fortunately for them, the elevator didn't pick up any additional passengers before stopping at their floor, 15 stories up. By the time it did stop, both men were panting and sporting full erections that they grinded against each other as they continued to kiss and caress each other. Clearing his throat, Cliff backed away from Scott, "The elevator stopped, let's go." He leered at Scott, noticing the blue eyes had darkened and turned smoky, as he squeezed his lover's ass once before stepping out the elevator doors. Their hotel room was a few feet away. Cliff opened the door and held it for Scott. Scott took a few steps in and gazed around the room. They were standing in a small living area with a couch and TV. To the left was a counter with a sink, microwave, and coffee pot. Below the counter was a small fridge. As the men walked further into the room they saw a door to the bathroom, also to their left, and a door to the bedroom straight ahead of them. "This is great!" Scott grinned as he turned to Cliff. "Follow me," Cliff said as he grabbed Scott's hand. Cliff led Scott through the sitting room, where he saw a vase full of flowers. Slowing a little, Scott grabbed the card from the vase. "Forever Yours, Cliff" was written on the card. Scott smirked as he tugged at Cliff's hand, causing his lover to turn. He pointedly looked at the vase with its combination of wildflowers, and turned back to Cliff. Gently running his hand down Cliff's cheek he murmured, "Forever... I'm not sure if that's long enough." He bent and kissed Cliff's lips. They entered the bedroom and saw a platform. On the raised floor was a King sized bed with satin sheets and comforter. To the left of the bedroom was a tiled area with a sunken hot tub. There was also a door leading into the bathroom. The entire external wall, which ran the length of the bedroom/hot tub area, was made of glass. They stepped up onto the platform. On the bed Scott could see various packets of lubes and condoms on a small silver tray. Cliff pulled him over to the glass wall. He leaned his forehead against the glass, looking out at the view, and then down toward the parking lot. Turning, he leaned his shoulders against the glass and watched Scott. "Not tonight, but before we leave here, I want you to take me up against this window. I want you to bend me over with my hands pressed against the glass while you pound into me, and then I want you to press my back up against the glass while I straddle your waist and you pound into me." Cliff's eyes had a slightly glazed look, both from their make out session in the elevator and the anticipation of what he had described. "Right now, honey, if you want." Scott growled as he tore his shirt over his head. He started advancing to Cliff, but was stopped as Cliff stepped away from the glass. "Not tonight." Cliff repeated. "Tonight I want to lay with you in that bed. I want to kiss and stroke every inch of your body, and tonight..." Cliff trailed off. Clearing his throat he continued, "Tonight I want to make love to you. I want to feel you under me as I touch and taste. I want to hear your moans as I tease. I want to feel you writhe beneath me as I enter you." Cliff blushed. They were both versatile, and sometimes Cliff would be the aggressive partner as they made out, but it wasn't very often Cliff wanted to be the top in their lovemaking. "Oh, damn Cliff, when do we start?" Scott moaned, his skin tingling and his cock twitching as he listened to Cliff's plans. Cliff stepped up to his man and pushed him back toward the bed. When Scott felt the edge of the bed against his knees, he sat. Cliff leaned down to nibble on Scott's ear as he whispered, "Right now." Cliff quickly moved the supplies from the middle of the bed to the night stand. There, he light the vanilla scented candles he found. He fluffed the pillows and removed the down comforter and top sheet. "I'll be right back baby, take your clothes off and make yourself comfortable," he patted the pillows. Cliff winked as he slipped off the bed and started turning lights out in their room and engaged the privacy bolt on the door. When he came back he sucked in a deep breath. Laying there on the red satin sheets was the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen. Scott half sat, half laid on the bed. His short black hair gleamed in the candle light. Scott's eyes were dark blue with a smoky quality. He had a sexy little grin on his lips and dark stubble on his cheeks and jaw. His elbows and forearms were resting on the bed, helping prop his upper body up. Cliff ran his eyes down to Scott's smooth, muscular chest. He hungrily took in his well defined pecs, his nipples that were already rigid and peaked. Further down Cliff saw Scott's abdomen with just the outline of a 6 pack showing. He took in Scott's flat stomach and shaved pubic region. Scott's cock was hard and twitching. His balls, hung just below the base of his cock, were big and heavy. Scott's muscular legs laid flat against the satin. "Oh, damn, you are so beautiful," Cliff exclaimed as he moved to the side of the bed. "I don't know where to start." Scott trembled under Cliff's scrutiny, "Baby just start; just touch me, please." Cliff pulled his shirt over his head, and quickly toed off his shoes. He turned away from Scott and slowly, teasingly, stripped off his jeans. He bent low to remove themso Scott could see Cliff's muscular ass, fully unclothed. He turned and quietly, slowly pulled his shirt up over his head, revealing his stomach, abs, chest... one inch at a time. Cliff crawled onto the bed and stretched out next to his lover, lying on his side to face him. He reached out one hand and stroked Scott's cheek, reveling in the rough feeling under his fingertips. He traced his fingertip over Scott's lips, and ran them over his chin and down his throat. Cliff continued to trace his hand over Scott's collarbones and shoulders before moving down to stroke one and then the other breast. He ran his fingers over Scott's nipples, grazing them with the tips of his fingernails. Scott trembled and moaned as Cliff traced his abdomen muscles and ran his finger around the edge of Scott's navel. Growling quietly Cliff leaned over and kissed Scott's temple, his closed eyes, and his lips. Cliff ran his lips over Scott's rough jaw, and sucked at Scott's earlobe. The Garage: Forever Yours Ch. 06 Cliff licked his way down to Scott's collarbone and sucked hard at the hollow at the base of his neck. Grinning as he pulled away, he moved further down, suckling first the right nipple, sucking and biting at the hard nub, then at the muscle surrounding it. Cliff left another mark just above Scott's right areola. He bit at the left nipple, teasing it with his tongue and rolling it between his teeth. Cliff's hand trailed down to Scott's hard, throbbing cock. He lightly grasped it and lazily ran his fist up and down the length. Scott writhed under Cliff's hand and teeth, "Harder baby, grab me harder." Cliff grinned against Scott's chest before lightly dropping a kiss above Scott's heart and moving down to his abdomen. Cliff traced his tongue along Scott's muscular definition, sucked and bit at the edge of his navel, and plunged his tongue deep into the naval opening. Cliff traced his tongue down to the open patch of skin just above Scott's cock. Scott always kept this area smooth and soft and Cliff loved to lick, suck and kiss at his sensitive skin. After one final lick, Cliff focused his attention on Scott's hard, throbbing, dripping cock. Parting his lips slightly and placing them on just the tip, he swiped his tongue out and tasted Scott's sweet, salty pre cum. Moaning quietly, he opened his lips more and sucked the entire head into his mouth. He ran his tongue around the head and into the slit, teasing the head and foreskin with his lips and teeth. Cliff continued to tease Scott's hard prick with his tongue and lips as his hand went down to cup, squeeze, and tug at Scott's hot, heavy balls. Scott thrust his hips up, and ran his fingers through Cliff's long, silky hair. "More baby; feels so damn good." Cliff plunged down on Scott's cock, swallowing it to the root. He hummed and groaned as his tongue moved along the underside. He tightened his lips and sucked hard. Bobbing his head his mouth worked up and down Scott's entire length as his hand continued to work Scott's balls. He rubbed a finger under Scott's balls, in the small area just before his hole. Scott braided his fingers into Cliff's hair, pushing him further down onto his cock. With each downward thrust Cliff made, Scott's his thrust up to meet him. After just a few more thrusts, Cliff released Scott's length until just the head was in his mouth. Sucking hard on the head, Cliff slowly let it pop out of his mouth. He moved down to lick at Scott's balls. Taking each into his mouth separately, he sucked at the hard round sacks. He gently teased them with his teeth and rolled them around with his tongue. Then he licked the entire area, top to bottom. "Baby, oh Cliff," Scott moaned as he moved his hips and ran his hands through Cliff's hair. "More, baby, give me more." Cliff moved so he was kneeling between Scott's thighs. He gently pressed until Scott was clutching his thighs, knees pressed toward his shoulders, giving Cliff access to his hole. Cliff shoved a pillow under Scott's lower back to help him maintain that position. Cliff leaned lower until his nose was right above Scott's opening. He inhaled deeply before closing his eyes and sticking his tongue out to taste. Cliff's hands were on Scott's muscular globes, pulling them apart so he could full delve into Scott's hole. He nibbled around the opening, swirling his tongue around the muscular circle. Cliff sealed his lips around the hole and sucked as he pressed on the opening with his tongue. As the anal ring loosened, Cliff's tongue slipped inside, exploring the inner canal's of Scott's ass. Scott moaned as he wriggled his hips, pushing his ass against Cliff's lips and tongue. "Baby, lick my ass, oh yeah, tongue my hole. Oh yeah, Cliff." He moaned. Unknown minutes later, Cliff finally took one last swipe at Scott's tempting ass before sitting up to grab a condom and lube from the silver tray. "You ready, love?" he grinned at Scott as he prepared his cock. "Oh yeah baby, give it to me." Scott panted as he tried to spread his thighs wider. Cliff swiped some edible lube on Scott's cock and worked some into his ass starting with one finger and working up to three. He quickly licked one more time at each before lining his cock up at Scott's opening. He gently pushed in. After his cock head popped into Scott's tight, hot ass, he held still, gently stroking Scott's thighs, balls and cock as he adjusted to the intrusion. "More baby; I'm ready," Scott begged. Cliff slowly pumped in and out, going deeper with each inward thrust, until he was fully enveloped in Scott's heat. "Damn baby, you feel so good. So hot; so tight; so mine." Cliff growled as he caressed Scott's thighs. He wordlessly removed Scott's hands from their grip behind his own knees, allowing Scott's long, muscular legs wrap around Cliff's hips and ass. Still in a kneeling position, Cliff ran his hands up the length of the front of Scott's thighs up to his groin and lower abdomen. Cliff leaned over Scott so his abdomen rubbed against Scott's hard, throbbing length each time he rocked his hips to piston in and out of Scott's ass. He bent lower and took one of Scott's nipples in his mouth, chewing and sucking at it. Scott moved one of his hands to Cliff's hips to guide the thrusting, the other he tangled in the hair at the base of Cliff's head, pushing his lover further onto his chest. Both men moaned as they cried out encouragements and endearments. "Honey, I'm there, I'm gonna come." Scott cried as he moved his hand to Cliff's chin, lifting his face and leaning up to kiss him hard. Scott's lips sealed over Cliff's, his tongue plunged into Cliff's mouth. Cliff increased his thrusting harder and faster as he groaned into Scott's mouth and wrapped his tongue around Scott's. Scott cried out, "oh honey, love you Cliff, oh love you," as his body tensed and his orgasm took over -- spurting cum between their two bodies. His sphincter muscles contracted around Cliff's cock. The sudden pressure in that already hot and tight area was too much for Cliff, with one final thrust he shuddered and wrapped his arms around Scott's shoulders, pressing his entire body as close to Scott's as possible as his orgasm exploded from him. "Oh Scott," Cliff groaned into Scott's neck, where his face was pressed tight as his body slowly relaxed. "Yeah I know," Scott kissed the top of Cliff's head as he stroked Cliff's back. The lovers lay there, completely satisfied and content. Neither was eager to move, even though they knew they needed to clean up their mess. A few moments later Cliff's spent cock softly plopped out of Scott's ass. Cliff groaned and then got up, removing the used condom. He went to the bathroom and grabbed a washcloth to clean his lover up. They lay in bed after cleaning up, cuddling and talking softly about their plans for the weekend. They discussed commitment ceremony options, and Cliff brought up getting tested again so they could forgo the condoms. The last time they tested the counselor at the clinic advised them it was best to continue using condoms and getting tested for at least one year from the last time either of them had a different sexual partner. Since Scott had been sexually active the January before they met, they were just now hitting that year mark. Scott agreed to set up appointments for them next week. The next morning, the men got up early and enjoyed each other's bodies, followed by a room service breakfast before dressing in casual jeans and t shirts and heading to the Car Show. They wandered around, commenting about cars, joking with the presenters, and enjoying themselves. As they looked for a food vendor for lunch they stopped short. One of the presenters was a regular at the Self Service garage. On a table next to his car he, of course, had all of the info regarding his car and the renovations he had completed. But, it also had a poster sized photo of the Corvette the Garage was auctioning off. Under the picture were all the details about the auction, including contact info for The Garage. The two men stopped at the presentation and spent a few minutes talking to the owner. They found out that several presenters had seen the poster and asked for copies for their own areas. "Guess this explains the sudden influx of interest we've received the last week," Cliff chucked. "I didn't even think about advertising it at Car Shows in the area." "Thanks for thinking of us, and Children's Home," Scott said, shaking the owner's hand. "We definitely appreciate the publicity." They continued to talk for a while longer, and then Cliff and Scott continued on their way. They enjoyed a greasy, fast food lunch at a local vendor, and spent a few more hours walking around. Occasionally, they forgot where they were and would hold hands for a few steps, or Scott would rest his hand on Cliff's waist. For the most part nobody noticed. They did receive some glaring looks, but nobody said anything. By about 4 pm both men were ready to call it a day. They went back to the hotel and made use of the hot tub. Neither man packed a swimsuit, so they were naked. The hot tub was just deep enough to come up to their waist when they stood in the center. Along the edges were ledges for them to sit on. At first they sat across from each other, still talking. Gradually they moved closer until finally Scott was able to rub his hand on Cliff's thigh. Moving his hand into Cliff's crotch, he rubbed at the semi-hard rod he found there. Grinning lecherously at Cliff he pointed his eyes to the glass wall and raised an eyebrow. Cliff raised a little and maneuvered so he was straddling Scott's legs. He leaned in and kissed Scott. "Come and get it, big man," he whispered as he pushed away and got out of the tub. Scott streaked out of the tub and tackled Cliff as he was reaching the bedroom. The two men fell onto the bed, laughing and kissing as each stroked the other's hot, wet body. Scott grabbed a towel and pulled on Cliff's wrist, dragging him back to the window. Putting the towel down on the floor, Scott positioned Cliff to stand on the towel legs apart, bent at the waist, with his hands pressed against the window. "Stay there, honey," Scott commanded as he went back for condom and lube. In no time he was standing behind Cliff again. Scott dripped some lube onto Cliff's ass and gently rubbed it around his tight hole. Scott teased the opening with his fingertip, before pushing it in. Scott pressed in and out a few times before adding a second and third finger. Cliff pushed his hips back onto Scott's fingers as his forehead was pressed against the glass between his hands; his eyes squeezed shut as he enjoyed his lover's touch. Scott scissored his fingers, stretching Cliff fully. "I'm ready baby," Cliff moaned. Cliff sheathed his hard, dripping cock. Holding Cliff's hips in place with his hands, Scott quickly thrust his length into Cliff's open ass. At the sudden intrusion Cliff opened his eyes and beheld the dizzying view out the window. Cliff's head was spinning and he wasn't sure if it was from the teasing from Scott or the view. Keeping his eyes open and locked on the view of the parking lot, a small park, and a street below them he pushed back, forcing Scott's final few inches fully into him. "More, love," Cliff panted as he wiggled his hips to encourage Scott. Scott quickly started thrusting, pounding against Cliff's ass with every stroke. "Feels so damn good, baby," Scott murmured as he continued to pound into Cliff. He removed his hands from Cliff's hips and leaned over the smaller man. Placing his hands atop of Cliff's on the window, he twined their fingers together. From this angle he couldn't thrust as hard or deep, so he rotated his hips back and forth, side to side, as he sucked on Cliff's neck. Raising his head Scott whispered into Cliff's ear, "Look down there, baby. Do you think anyone can see us up here?" That idea obviously intrigued Cliff as he arched his back and tried to push his ass harder against Scott's gentle thrusts. Cliff moaned, "If they see us they're jealous." Scott chucked at that sentiment as he stood straight again. He quickly thrust a few more times before pulling out and spinning Cliff to face him. "Time for part two of your request," he growled quietly as he wrapped his hands around Cliff's waist and backed him up to the window. As he lifted, Cliff placed his hands on Scott's shoulders and wrapped his legs around Scott's waist. Bracing Cliff against the glass, Scott moved one hand under them to position his cock at Cliff's hole one more time. Once it was in position, Cliff loosened his legs a bit and slid down until Scott's length was fully encased in Cliff's warm opening. Again, Scott worked his hips back and forth, causing his cock to partially glide in and out of Cliff's willing hole. Scott buried his face in Cliff's chest, biting at the nipples and pulling at Cliff's chest hairs with his teeth. Scott's hands were under Cliff's ass, gently lifting him up and down to meet his thrust. Cliff wrapped one arm around Scott's head, forcing his lover's face closer to his chest. His other arm clutched at Scott's back, helping keep him suspended. "Almost there baby, just a little harder," Cliff panted as he tried to thrust his hips. Pinned as he was between the glass and Scott he couldn't move them much. "Come for me baby," Scott groaned against Cliff's chest as he bit hard on one nipple. Cliff screamed Scott's name as the additional sensation brought him over the edge. He dug one hand into Scott's head and the other into his back as his orgasm hit and he spurted hot ropes of semen between their bodies. Scott increased the tempo of his thrusts as his cock pushed deeper into Cliff's contracting sphincter muscle. With one final thrust he came himself, filling the condom with his seed. As both men began to come down from their orgasms, Cliff relaxed his grip on Scott, and slid down the taller man's body until his feet could reach the floor. Scott wrapped his arms around Cliff's waist and Cliff's arms were around Scott's shoulders as the two men gently kissed and shared loving comments. The rest of the evening and the next morning before check out time was spent enjoying the hot tub, the large walk in shower in the bathroom, and the king sized bed. Most of all, they enjoyed each other's bodies. The Garage: Forever Yours Ch. 07 Chapter 7) Feb-Mar It was February 8th. Scott and Cliff were sitting in the director's office at Children's Home, presenting The Garage's donation. Their fundraiser had been a great success. They had sold over 3000 tickets. Between the funds raised with the raffle, outright donations, and change collected year round they were giving the Children's Home a check for over $10,000. The director sat staring at the check, speechless. Finally he shook himself and quietly spoke, "I had heard about the raffle for that classic car, but I never dreamed it would bring so much to our Home." Cliff explained about Tina taking care of all the advertising expenses, and how the employees promoted it with their friends and on social networking pages, even how one loyal customer sponsored advertisement at a local Car Show. He grinned at Scott at that last part as he remembered their weekend in Scottsdale. The three chatted a while about the changes at The Garage. Al, the director of Children's Home, fondly recalled Scott's parents and their efforts during previous fundraisers. Scott's parents still made trips to the Home a few times a month to volunteer and spend time with the kids. As their time drew to an end, Al looked troubled. He seemed to have an internal debate about something before finally coming to a decision. "Scott, you are now the owner and manager of The Garage, right?" Al confirmed. "That's right," Scott answered cautiously. "I know you made a tremendous contribution here," Al gestured toward the check, "but I was wondering if The Garage might want to participate in one of the new programs we've implemented in the past year." "Well," Scott replied slowly, "That would depend on what the program is and how we would participate." "The new program, Job Outreach, is geared toward our youth who have grown up in Children's Home, or group homes like it. They've had little or no experience with parental figures or encouragement toward occupations. We're working with several companies around town. They allow the residents to sign up for times where they can 'shadow' individuals in different job positions. Our hope is that our youngsters will find a direction and the motivation to further their education or work toward a rewarding career once they turn 18 and are on their own." Al explained the new program quickly. "I understand a mechanics garage can be a dangerous place for an untrained person, but that's kind of what your garage does anyway – train and educate. The program is for 14 to 18 year olds, and we'd make sure they understood the need to listen to instruction. We wouldn't send more than, maybe 3 or 4 over at a time, for 2 to 3 hours at a time." "It sounds like a great program," Cliff said. "However, I think before we agree to participate we'll need to speak to our lawyer about any complications having kids around may cause." "Thanks, Cliff, for bringing that up. My first response was, of course, yes, but you're right." Scott interjected. "Also," Scott continued as he reached for Cliff's hand, "There's one more thing you ought to know before you officially offer us the opportunity to participate. I am the General Manager and Cliff is the Office Manager, but we are also in a committed relationship." Al laughed, "That doesn't bother me, I picked up on that when you came in... you were holding hands then too. I know we have several young men, and women, who have confessed to their counselors that they are homosexually inclined. If I could, I would push them toward visiting The Garage just so they could see a healthy, committed gay relationship." Cliff blushed as Scott murmured to him, "We really have to work on being more discreet in public. I didn't realize we were holding hands earlier." To Al he replied, "As long as you know and are not concerned about it, I will make an appointment with our lawyers to see if we can work out the details." Scott had not been back inside the Home since Frank and Louise Edwards brought him into their home, first as a foster child, then as an adopted son. Al offered to show them around, cautioning "Just remember how important privacy was to you while you were here Scott; don't intrude on the children's personal spaces." They wandered around the home, Scott pointing out the bedroom where he had stayed. Al showed them the large dining area, a small rec room with a TV and DVD player, and the library. Of course, things had changed in the past 15 years. The rec room had acquired a few more TVs and a few gaming systems. The library had some computers set up. But basically it was the same. They watched as kids fought over what movie to watch or games to play. They saw kids of all ages wander through the library, some grabbing books or comics others waiting for a turn on the computer. They peeked through doorways into the kids' rooms. Two sets of bunk beds in most rooms, with two dressers for the 4 kids to share. "How many children live here?" Cliff wondered. "We can accommodate up to 40." Al replied. "We have 8 counselors around during the day, but only 4 or 6 at night. There is also a cook and janitor; but a part of the children's daily chores are to assist with meals or cleaning." Scott was quiet for most of the tour, and the ride home. At home, he grabbed his guitar and went out on the back deck. Scott quietly played a few songs as he thought about all he had seen that day. Walking through the Home reminded him of how lonely, unwanted, and hopeless, he had felt before Frank and Louise Edwards had found him. Cliff gave him some time to think before joining him with cups of hot coffee. "Are you okay, love?" Cliff asked as he sat across from Scott and leaned forward to rest a hand on his knee. "I think so, just some heavy thoughts, reminders of the past." Scott said absently, his mind still far away. "Do you want to talk about it?" Cliff replied, taking a sip of his coffee before setting it down to move beside Scott and wrap his arm around his lover. Scott leaned against Cliff and spent some time reminiscing about his time in group homes and foster homes. He teared up a few times as he recalled the loneliness and emptiness he had felt. Finally he sat up and ran his hand over his face. Scott turned to Cliff and stated, "I hope we can get our lawyers to agree to let us join Job Outreach." --- The following Monday was Valentine's Day. Scott had already asked Cliff to let him plan the evening. Scott planned for an amazing evening for Cliff. He made reservations at a 4 star restaurant in Phoenix, followed by a performance at the Arizona Broadway Theatre. The two men left work early and dressed before they left for the city. They enjoyed the hour long ride, casually discussing work, their upcoming commitment ceremony, their volunteer opportunities for the Home, and their friends. Dinner was delicious. They enjoyed the entrees the waiter suggested, and laughed at the waiter's obvious flirting with Scott. Once Scott made sure to display both his and Cliff's left hands with the matching rings, the waiter toned it down a bit, but was still more attentive to their table than any other. As the dinner came to an end Scott teased Cliff by suggesting inappropriate ways to enjoy the creamy desert. Cliff was impressed with the theatre. He had enjoyed theatre productions in Montana, and they had taken in a few local productions over the year, but none as big or professional as this one. He entwined his hand with Scott's as they sat side by side and enjoyed the performance. Scott's final surprise happened back at the hotel. It was just a simple room, a queen sized bed, a small table with 2 chairs, and a TV in a cabinet. When they got back to their room, Cliff found a dozen red roses with the card "Forever Yours. I Love you, Scott", a box of imported chocolates, and a wrapped present on the table. Cliff stood next to the table and quickly unwrapped the present to find an elegant watch. After trying it on, he leaned over and kissed Scott, who was standing next to him, as he thanked him. Cliff went to his suitcase and pulled out a package and two envelopes. Inside the packages Scott found a gold rope chain necklace he had admired once as they window shopped. Handing Scott the envelopes he said, "These are our results from the testing. I haven't opened them yet. If we're both clean, we no longer need to worry about condoms and tonight will be a great night. If one, or both, of us isn't clean, well, we'll cross that bridge if we come to it." Scott sat heavily onto the bed, envelopes in hand. The lovers, of course, had tested regularly during the past year; but had heeded the recommendation of their clinic that they should test clean for 1 year into a monogamous relationship before forgoing protection. Lying back, he beckoned Cliff to join him. As they cuddled close, Scott handed Cliff the envelope with "Scott Edwards" on the front. "Open mine first, baby," Scott whispered as he held tight to his lover. He had always been careful during anal sex, using condoms except his first time when his lover was a virgin too. Unfortunately, he wasn't always so cautious during oral sex, so there was the slightest risk. Cliff opened the envelope, pulled out the paper inside, and sat silently reading for a minute with an indecipherable look on his face. "Cliff... what does it say?" Scott asked. "It says... my fiancé... officially... has no problems." Cliff slowly said as he read through the medical jargon for "no sexually transmitted diseases." "Now yours," Scott tried to hand over the envelope with "Cliff Andrews" on it. "I opened yours, now you open mine," Cliff refused to touch the envelope. Scott opened it and quickly scanned the contents. He pulled away from Cliff to set the papers down on the floor next to the bed, and then turned to face him. "Scott?" Cliff questioned. Scott pounced on Cliff, covering his lover's smaller body with his own muscular form. He attacked Cliff's mouth with his own, and gently sucked at Cliff's lower lip. "Honey, let's go to bed, I want you... I want to make love to you... without a condom." Scott growled into Cliff's ear as he nibbled on the lobe. Cliff pulled Scott's face back to his own and licked at Scott's lips, requesting entrance. As his tongue slipped into Scott's mouth, Cliff wrapped his left hand around the back of Scott's head, kneading his fingers into the short, black hair. His right went down to Scott's ass, squeezing it through his dress pants. Scott sucked on Cliff's tongue as he wrapped his arms around Cliff's shoulders, holding him close. They kissed and caressed for a few minutes before Scott sat up, straddling Cliff's hips with his legs. Scott slowly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a tight white sleeveless tank. Leaning down he pecked at Cliff's lips as he unbuttoned Cliff's shirt and pulled the sides apart to reveal Cliff's naked chest. "Love you, Cliff," Scott murmured as he ran his fingers through Cliff's soft, curly chest hairs. He dragged his nails across his lover's chest and nipples down to his abdomen. As he tugged on those hairs, Cliff responded by thrusting his hips up against Scott as he traced his hands along Scott's upper thighs. Scott moved to kneel next to his lover, helping Cliff sit up so he could finish removing his shirt. Once Cliff's shirt was off, Cliff grabbed the hem of Scott's tank and pulled it off, tossing it to the end of the bed. Cliff ran his hands over Scott's muscular shoulders and chest. He leaned over to kiss Scott's neck and moved lower to lick at his chest and nipples. Taking the left nipple into his mouth he swirled his tongue around it and then gently bit. He then repeated the treatment to the right nipple. Scott tugged on Cliff's long hair to pull him away and up so he could again kiss passionately kiss Cliff's lips. Cliff moved his hand to Scott's groin, pressing and rubbing the hardening length he found as Scott moaned and thrust his tongue into Cliff's mouth. Cliff sucked on Scott's tongue as his lover gently thrust his hips, rubbing against Cliff's hand. Cliff, still kissing Scott, moved both hands to the waistband of Scott's pants. Once he got it open he thrust one hand in, under the waistband of Scott's briefs, to wrap around Scott's hot cock. As Cliff ran his fist up and down that throbbing length, Scott pulled back from kissing Cliff to nibble at his neck. Scott found the ultra sensitive spot on Cliff's neck, to the left where the collarbone meets the neck, and gently bit as he pushed Cliff back into a prone position. Once he had Cliff lying back, head on the pillow, he sucked and licked his way down Cliff's hairy chest to the waistband of his pants, low on his hips. Scott quickly opened Cliff's pants and raised his hips so the pants and briefs could slide down, exposing Cliff's hairy, sweaty groin. Scott buried his nose in Cliff's pubic hairs, smelling the scent that was purely Cliff's sexual excitement. He licked and bit at the pubic hairs before swiftly moving to take Cliff's entire 6 ½" cock into his mouth and throat. Scott hummed and moaned around the stiff length in his mouth, the sensations causing Cliff to buck as he wrapped his hands into Scott's hair. "I need you, now Scott," Cliff groaned as he thrust his hips to meet Scott's mouth. "Please, baby, I want to come with you in me." He begged. At that, Scott sat up and grabbed a pillow to put under Cliff's hips. He put his right hand up to Cliff's face, and pressed on his lips with his first three fingers, 'suck them baby, get them wet so I can get you ready." Cliff moaned as he sucked at Scott's fingers, drenching them with his spit. Scott placed his dripping index finger at Cliff's hole and pressed in, easily gaining access. Scott's left hand massaged and caressed Cliff's right hip and thigh as he increased to two then three fingers. With three fingers buried in Cliff's ass, Scott gently stretched the opening. Cliff's hard neglected cock lay tight against his body, dripping pre-cum into a puddle on his abdomen. After Scott had Cliff opened, he scooped the puddle of pre-cum up and smeared it onto his cock, mixing it with the pre-cum already secreted by his own neglected cock. Lining the red, swollen, head of his length up with Cliff's opened ass, he leaned over his lover and wrapped his arms around Cliff's body as he shoved in. "You okay baby?" Scott asked after the head had popped in. "Oh yeah Scott," Cliff moaned, looking up at Scott with shiny, glazed over light brown eyes. "Feels so damn good, so hot. I love you so much, I need more." Cliff wrapped his muscular legs around Scott's hips and thighs, pressing onto his lover's muscular ass with his feet, pushing Scott further into him as he thrust his hips up. In this one, quick movement, Scott was fully enveloped in Scott's hot sphincter muscle, with no barrier between them. "Cliff, baby, you feel so hot, so tight. I can feel your muscle contracting, every movement." Scott groaned as he reveled in being in his lover's ass, skin on skin, for the first time. "I can feel it twitch inside me, shooting hot bursts of pre-cum deep into my bowels." Cliff marveled as he experienced bareback for the first time in his life. "I need more, move within me, fuck me hard love." Scott leaned down and kissed Cliff as he started thrusting, slowly and gently at first. Cliff writhed beneath him, meeting each thrust with his hips, as he cried out his need, "More baby, faster, more." Scott didn't increase his speed but he did adjust his angle. He knew he had found Cliff's prostate when the smaller man's legs wrapped tighter around his hips. Cliff tore his lips from Scott's to suck at Scott's muscular shoulder, his arms wrapped tight around Scott's upper back, fingers scratching across the smooth, muscular skin. "Just like that," Cliff panted, as stroke after stroke Scott hit the right spot. "Oh yeah, love, just like that, almost there." He begged as he marked Scott's shoulder with his mouth and Scott's back with his nails. Clenching his sphincter muscles tight around the intruding muscle lodged deep within, Cliff moved his hands to Scott's ass, pushing down as he thrust up, burying Scott's length completely to the balls. Cliff tightened his legs around Scott's ass, buried his fingers in Scott's crack, and as he came, he shoved one finger into Scott's ass, biting on Scott's shoulder to muffle his screams as his seed shot between them. Feeling his lover come apart around him, Scott's cock twitched then swelled up. When he felt Cliff's finger invade his ass, Scott whimpered, rocked his hips even closer to his love, and bit Cliff's sensitive neck as his orgasm overcame him and he coated the inside of Cliff's ass with stream after stream of hot, sticky semen. As their orgasm's subsided and their bodies relaxed, Scott lay on Cliff, and they shared soft, gentle kisses as they confirmed their love for each other. After a few lazy minutes of cuddling and kissing, Scott reluctantly pulled away from his love, kneeling between Cliff's legs. As he looked down he saw Cliff's gaping hole trying to close and a stream of his sperm leaking out from it. Cliff blushed as he felt it leak out and Scott ran his finger through the sticky mess on Cliff's thighs. "Damn, that's sexy," he whispered as he brought his finger, dripping with seed, up to Cliff's face. "Mmmm," Cliff pulled the finger closer and sucked it clean, "you taste so delicious." Scott ran that same finger over his abdomen, coated in Cliff's release, until it dripped with cum. He brought it to his own mouth and licked the creamy substance off, "so do you," he replied, dark smoky eyes watching Cliff's light brown ones. Scott grabbed his tank, which was still hanging off the edge of the bed, and gently wiped the dripping cum from Cliff's ass, thighs, and abdomen, before swiping at the cum on his own stomach. "I think it's time for a shower," he grinned. The lovers enjoyed a leisurely shower; Scott lovingly shampooed and conditioned Cliff's long hair. Cliff tenderly washed the cuts on Scott's back, whispering his apologies as he did so. They touched and teased as they played in the shower until the water started cooling off. Then they went to bed and touched and teased some more, before making love one more time and falling asleep. Early the next morning they awoke with Scott on his back, Cliff on his side against Scott. Their legs were entwined, Cliff's head rested on Scott's chest, and Scott's arm wrapped around him. They were also coated in dried cum and had some body parts stuck together with the substance. Scott smirked as he ran his fingers through Cliff's chest hair, pulling chunks of dried cum with him. "I guess we need another shower." Cliff grinned as he stretched, roughly pulling their bodies apart with a slight ripping noise as the gluey substance broke loose. "I think you're right." They quickly showered and brushed their teeth, then retired back to bed to cuddle and caress each other. They made love a third time, this time with Cliff entering Scott, before showering one more time and heading for home. --- Two weeks later, they were back in Al's office at Children's Home. The Garage's lawyers had worked out a way for the business to participate in Job Outreach. The Children's Home lawyer and The Garage's lawyer were there also to finalize the agreement. Much of it depended in waivers being signed by Children's Home. Also, any resident who visited would have to sit through a safety lecture and take a quiz after. They wouldn't be allowed onto the garage floor without passing the quiz. By the time everything was finalized, and the Home was ready for their first visit it was the middle of March. The Job Outreach van dropped four kids off that first day. Scott arranged TJ's schedule so he would always be on duty during Job Outreach visits, he would be responsible for the kids. That first visit, three of the kids paid attention to the safety lecture and had no problem with the quiz. TJ worked with the fourth child for a while before realizing that he wasn't interested, he just wanted to get out of the Home for a while. Unfortunately, that type of attitude could cause accidents in this type of environment, so that child sat in the reception area with Cindy while TJ gave the other three a tour of the facility. That was about all they had time for that first visit. The Garage: Forever Yours Ch. 07 The second visit had the same three kids, and another young looking boy. TJ had to question the boy's age, because the Mexican American was only about 5'5", very thin and small and very young looking. TJ was surprised to find out that Alex had turned 18 a few months earlier, and would only be allowed to stay at the Home until he graduated high school this summer. He had gone on the Job Outreach van to every business they had and hadn't found anything interesting. He was very interested in working on cars, but wasn't sure if he was right for the occupation. Alex quickly passed the safety quiz and TJ had the other three kids help with the tour, letting them show off what they had learned the previous visit. After that they had discussions in the classroom about the various duties of a mechanic, and they watched from a short distance as cars were being worked on. Both Scott and Cliff dropped in on the classroom discussion together to introduce themselves. During the last two weeks in March, Job Outreach brought kids by twice a week. There were usually two, and sometimes they had three or four. The only thing that was consistent was that Alex was there at each visit. Alex picked up easily on what was being taught and even helped the other kids understand it. It was Cliff's idea to find an old car that the kids, after the Home signed waivers, could work on with TJ to get hands on experience. It wasn't a classic car; it wasn't even a wildly popular car. It was just a car that was still looked decent but needed a lot of mechanic work to get it running. Cliff and Scott weren't always free to visit with the Job Outreach participants. Each tried to check in with the group at least once a week and Cliff would sometimes find Scott working on the car with the kids if his schedule allowed. Unfortunately, their schedule didn't allow much open time. Cliff was in the midst of preparing the business documents with an accountant for tax purposes. Scott was always busy talking to their suppliers, lawyers, advertisers, and managers – generally keeping the business running. The lovers were also making final arrangements for their commitment ceremony which was coming up quickly. They had decided that their ceremony would be on April 3rd, on the one year anniversary of they day they met. The Garage: Forever Yours Ch. 08 WIth this submission I have written 99 word document pages for this story, definitely the longest thing I've ever written. I am not in any way affiliated with the church mentioned in this chapter (or any church for that matter). I just did a google search for a church that accepts same sex couples, as all churches should. Chapter 8) April When the men woke up on April 3rd, they found it to be a bright, sunny day. This worked well with their plans. After a leisurely breakfast, they went to the park where they had first confessed their love. They met Diana, Jo, Wade, Jake, Matt and Paul in the open area by the lake that they had watched from the overlook on the walking path. With their friends' help, they set up folding chairs; decorated with streamers and flowers; and prepped the area for the early afternoon ceremony. Once everything was set up, Wade, Jake, Matt and Paul stayed at the site. They took turns to freshen up and change at the public bathrooms, making sure nothing happened to the decorations and seating guests as they arrived. Cliff and Scott went home to dress. They both wore a cream colored linen suit. Scott wore a blue shirt, Cliff's was green Their ties were both cream colored, Scott's with a thin blue stripe, Cliff's with a thin green stripe. Cliff's short black hair was carefully gelled and stood up on top. He had stubble on his chin and jaw line, a look he had adopted some months ago. Scott's long silky brown hair, now halfway down his back, was loose and flowing and he was clean shaven. They each had a red rose on the lapel of their suit jacket. Scott met Cliff at the door to their home, and they walked arm in arm to the Mustang. They held each other silently for a few moments, before kissing lightly and getting into the car. Quietly, nervously, Scott drove to the park. He parked in the space his friends had saved for him, right behind the chairs where their friends and family sat. Cliff's parents had flown down and were staying with Scott's parents. Cliff's friend, Tom, had flown in from California and was standing as Cliff's witness. Diane, Scott's best friend, was standing for him. Their friends were there; Al from Children's Home attended and brought Alex with him. They even agreed to close The Garage early so their employees/coworkers could attend. Since neither man was active in their religion or any church, Scott's uncle George agreed to open and close the ceremony. At some point in his many careered past, George had been a minister for Universal Life Church. He hadn't actively participated in the church for several years, but was still able to officiate a ceremony. He even printed a Commitment Ceremony Certificate to present to the happy couple. When George saw the car pull up, he stood and welcomed everybody to Prescott Byron Edwards and Heathcliff Earnshaw Andrews's commitment ceremony. He talked a little about how the couple met, and how they now worked together. While George continued his speech, Cliff and Scott sat in the Mustang; staring at each other. Carefully, Cliff took the ring off his left ring finger. Spinning it between his fingers he read the writing inside before handing over to Scott. Scott also removed his ring and passed it over to Cliff. They would exchange the rings, again, during the ceremony. George finished his speech, and started music on a CD player. When Cliff and Scott heard the strains of the guitar, a recording Scott had made for the occasion, they opened their car doors and met at the front of the Mustang. Diane and Tom rose from their chairs at the back of the seating area. Arm in arm, they walked up the aisle between the seats. When they reached George they separated, each standing on one side. Following them, Cliff's arm entwined in Scott's as they slowly walked up the aisle to stand in front of George. George explained that Scott and Cliff would exchange their own vows. "Cliff, I knew I wanted to know you the day we met," Scott started, holding Cliff's hands in his own and looking deep into Cliff's eyes. "Talking to you in the classroom at The Garage, I found you to be intelligent, considerate, and beautiful. Unfortunately, ethics rules didn't allow me to ask you out while you were a client. I found out you were thinking about going to the car show and I waited impatiently for you to show up all day. Just before you arrived I had decided I was going to have to swipe your number from the office files, ethics rules or not." "The past year has been amazing. Knowing you and loving you has changed my life for the better. I look forward to spending the rest of my life with you. I promise to love you, and be faithful only to you for as long as we live. Forever yours." He slipped Cliff's ring onto his lover's left ring finger. "A year ago, I still wasn't sure where I was going in life. Meeting you was the best thing that happened to me. I not only found the love of my life, my family, I also found a home, and a career. I promise to always communicate with you even when we're mad at each other, and to never take your love for granted. I look forward to spending the rest of my life with you. I promise to love you, and be faithful only to you for as long as we live. Forever yours," Cliff vowed as he placed Scott's ring on his finger. The men kissed to finalize their vows and turned back to George. George spoke for a few minutes about commitment, love, and trust. Before the ceremony could get too long, he proclaimed them partners and husbands, in spirit if not by law. George thanked everybody for attending, and invited them to the reception that was set up on the 3rd floor of Exc!te. Cliff and Scott Edwards, because Cliff wanted to take Scott's name, walked back down the aisle arm in arm. Once they reached the Mustang again, Scott wrapped his arms around Cliff and pulled him close. Braiding his hands into Cliff's hair, he passionately kissed his husband, his tongue plunging into Cliff's mouth. Cliff intertwined Scott's tongue with his own as he enfolded his husband into his arms. Breathing hard as they separated, they heard their friends and family cheer and whistle as they got into the car and drove away. At the reception they mingled with their friends and family as they enjoyed a buffet dinner, wine and champagne, and dancing. Scott and Cliff danced closely, shared bites of their dinner, and kissed every time their guests tapped silverware against their wineglasses. After cutting their wedding cake and sharing a piece, they danced one more slow dance before leaving for their honeymoon. --- Scott and Cliff had just arrived back at their home from their reception. The men had plans to go to a cottage on a private beach in Mexico for a few days. Their plane didn't leave for several hours, so first they planned to consummate their union in their own home. In Cliff's hand was the certificate commemorating their ceremony, already framed courtesy of George. The first thing they did was made room for it on the bookshelf in the living room. After having gently placed it, Cliff turned to Scott and wrapped his arms around Scott's neck. Scott looked down at his love and smiled as he ran his thumb down Cliff's face. He leaned down and kissed Cliff's cheek, his lips, and his neck. Scott breathed, "My partner, my husband," as he fiercely pressed his lips against Cliff's. They each removed the other's suit jacket and tie as they stood there kissing. Breaking apart from their heated kisses, Cliff grabbed Scott's hand and pulled his partner up the stairs to the bedroom. Once there they saw that Diana had snuck into the house during the reception. Scattered on the bed was flower petals. On their bedside tables and dressers were bouquets of wildflowers and roses, next to them flameless candles flickered gently in the semi-dark room. Cliff surveyed the room with appreciation before turning back to his love. His eyes on Scott's, he unbuttoned his lover's shirt and slowly slid it off his shoulders and down his arms to pool onto the floor. As Cliff unveiled his lover's hard, smooth shoulders and chest he kissed the soft skin, feeling the muscles contract under his touch. Scott groaned, wrapping his hands in Cliff's long hair, as his lover continued to worship his body. Cliff released the catch on Scott's dress pants and pushed them down past his hips and muscular thighs. Kneeling, Cliff removed Scott's shoes and pants. Scott stood before his love in just a skimpy black thong. Still kneeling, Cliff slowly dragged the thong down Scott's muscular legs. Pulling his hand up and down the length of Scott's cock, Cliff looked up to meet Scott's eyes with his own before taking the tip into his mouth. Eyes locked together, Cliff' sucked the head deeper into his mouth as his tongue ran over it. Scott wrapped his hands around Cliff's head, gently pushing him further into his groin. Scott moved his hands to Cliff's ass, grasping the muscular mounds in his hands as he continued to suck and lick at Scott's cock until it was fully hard and dripping. Then he stopped, removing his lips and hands from Scott's body as he stood. Cliff led his lover to lie down on the bed. He stood at the edge of the bed and stripped, his eyes locked on Scott's. Naked and grinning he grabbed a partially opened rose out of the vase next to him as he crawled onto the bed to sit next to his lover. Setting the rose on the bed next to him, Cliff leaned over Scott and entwined their hands as he kissed him deeply. "I love you Scott Edwards, my husband," he whispered as he moved his lips along Scott's jaw, enjoying the burn from the stubble there. Dropping a kiss on the underside of Scott's jaw he sat back up and disentangled their hands. Cliff picked up the rose and swiped the side of the velvet soft flower against Scott's collarbone. Scott shivered under the soft, light touch. Cliff continued to play the flower along Scott's chest, as he watched Scott's eyes turn darker and smokier. Pulling the rose up perpendicular to Scott's chest, he enveloped first one, then the other, of Scott's nipples with the dark red flower and twirled it around. Scott moaned as the velvet petals lightly teased his nipples and areolas. Scott caressed Cliff's body with the hand closest to his lover as he continued to writhe under the soft touches Cliff administered. Scott ran his hand down Cliff's side and over his hip. He squeezed Cliff's ass and ran his fingers along the crack. As he teased Cliff's puckered hole, Cliff moaned. Cliff finished with Scott's nipples and moved on to drag the side of the soft flower down Scott's chest and abdomen, tracing the lines of his muscles. Reaching further down, Cliff trace the rose back and forth against the smooth shaven skin above Scott's length. "Damn, honey, that feels so good," Scott moaned as his hips thrust up and his hand grasped Cliff's butt. Moving his hand to Cliff's mouth, Scott teased at his lips until Cliff sucked Scott's fingers in. Once Scott's fingers were wet, he withdrew them and again teased Cliff's hole with his now wet index finger. As Cliff ran the side of the flower up the underside of Scott's cock, Scott gasped and plunged his finger into Cliff's entrance. Cliff groaned, "Oh, fuck Scott," as Scott's finger moved around inside him, seeking out his prostate. Cliff worked his hips against Scott's movements as first one then two and finally three fingers were buried deep inside, teasing his prostate. Cliff's cock jutted straight out in front of him and dripped precum onto Scott's muscular abdomen. Groaning as he tossed the abused rose aside, Cliff grasped Scott's cock and vigorously jacked it a few times, spreading the precum down the shaft. Moving so that he was straddling Scott, Cliff whimpered as Scott's fingers came out, leaving his ass feeling empty. Reaching under him, Cliff held Scott's hard length straight up so he could sink down onto it. Scott moved his hands to Cliff's hips, guiding him up and down to meet his thrusting hips. "Oh yeah Cliff, so damn hot, so tight, love you so much," Scott groaned as he thrust up harder into Cliff's ass. Scott wrapped one hand around Cliff's dripping length, pumping it in rhythm with his thrusts. "Harder, love, more," Cliff begged as he looked down at Scott with his eyes glazed over with lust. Cliff's hands were on his own chest, twisting at his nipples and tugging at his chest hairs. Scott groaned as he watched his lover. He released Cliff's cock to grab his chest hairs, tugging on them until Cliff leaned over, laying on Scott's chest with his cock trapped between them. Scott bent his knees and thrust harder into Cliff as he tangled his hands in Cliff's hair, forcing Cliff down to meet his lips. Cliff wrapped his arms around Scott's shoulders and attacked Scott's mouth and neck. He worked his hips to meet Scott's thrusts. "Almost there baby," Scott groaned as he moved his hands to Cliff's ass, pushing it down further onto his throbbing length as he thrust up. Grinding together a few more minutes, Scott cried out, "Love you Cliff." He reached his head up to suck and bite at Cliff's neck as his orgasm hit. Cliff shuddered against Scott's body, overwhelmed by the combined pain and pleasure at his throat. As he felt Scott's hot seed shoot into his bowels, his body tensed and he shot his release between their bodies. They moved against each other for a few more moments as they came down from their orgasms. Scott ran his hands along Cliff's back and hips as they murmured their love to each other and kissed softly. Twenty minutes later they were still lying on the bed, cuddling side by side and stroking each other as they softly talked, punctuating their conversation often with kisses. Suddenly, the peace was shattered by a loud buzzing noise. Sitting up, Scott moved a vase of flowers to find a small portable alarm clock blaring. Lying atop the clock was a note, "Don't be late for your flight!" Scott chuckled as he turned the alarm off and handed the note to Cliff. Cliff read it and commented, "Diane thinks of everything." --- The newlyweds arrived in Mexico early Monday morning. They rented a car and drove straight to their rented cottage on the beach. They had spent the entire day Monday alternatively making love and napping. They snacked on cheese and crackers, fruit, and champagne provided by the rental agency. The only time they came close to leaving the cottage was when they sat out on the back patio, snuggled on a loveseat watching the sunset. Tuesday morning, after making love again, they showered and dressed. After a quick breakfast, they drove the 20 miles to a village where they spent the morning sightseeing. They window shopped through a few small shops, buying souvenirs for their family and close friends. They enjoyed lunch in a little café, eating at a table outside under an umbrella. As Scott drove slowly through the village, Cliff pointed out a sign for a club. It was closed until evening, but the sign proclaimed it to be a gay club that would have live entertainment on Thursday, Friday, and Saturday nights. The couple was heading back home late Friday afternoon, but thought they might check it out Thursday night. Once they arrived back to their cottage, the men decided to walk on the beach. It was a private beach, but they didn't quite feel comfortable walking naked, so they wore their swimsuits. Cliff carried a beach blanket, and Scott carried a picnic meal they packed for their dinner. They walked, holding hands, about 50 yards up the beach before they came to a rocky area. Wandering carefully around the rocks they found a secluded cove area, the beach completely surrounded by tall, sharp rocks. The ocean gently lapped at the sandy white beach. Grinning at each other, they spread out the blanket and enjoyed their dinner. After dinner was done and packed up, they sat on the blanket, talking quietly as they watched the waves. As they talked, Cliff leaned his head against his lover's shoulder, wrapping his arm around Scott's waist. Scott kissed Cliff's temple as he whispered, "Love you." Cliff tilted his face toward Scott's, "Love you too," he murmured as their lips met. Scott put his arm around Cliff's shoulders, guiding him to lie back on the blanket. Lying on his side, Scott leaned over to nuzzle into Cliff's neck which he licked and sucked as he slipped a hand into Cliff's shorts, fondling the semi-hard package he found there. Cliff moaned and he wrapped one arm around Scott's neck as he turned on his side and ran his other hand down Scott's side and hip. Gliding his hand into Scott's shorts, he massaged Scott's cock and balls. Scott's lips travelled from Cliff's neck to his chest. He latched onto Cliff's nipple, tracing his tongue over the rough areola and around the hard tip before sucking hard. Releasing Cliff's chest, Scott looked into Cliff's beautiful light brown eyes and implored, "Cliff, I need you. I want my husband to fuck me here on the beach." Cliff returned Scott's gaze, seeing lust and love in the dark, smoky eyes that met his, "Yes, baby, oh yes." Scott leaned in and crushed his lips to Cliff's. Removing his hand from Cliff's shorts, he pressed against the back of Cliff's head, holding him close as his tongue plundered Cliff's open mouth. Scott pulled away and quickly tore his shorts off. Tossing Cliff a container of lube he had packed into the dinner basket, he moved so he was on his hands and knees facing the ocean, he spread his legs. He grinned over his shoulder at Cliff as he wiggled his ass, "Come and get it honey," he teased. Cliff groaned, "Oh damn," as he saw Scott's tight, puckered hole peeking at him. He pulled his shorts off and tossed them aside as he kneeled between Scott's legs. Pulling Scott's cheeks apart he leaned in and swiped at the tempting hole with his tongue. Cliff kissed, licked and sucked at the tight sweet hole until he felt the muscle start to relax. Then he pulled back and coated his finger with lube. As he pressed his finger into Scott's anal orifice, he reached his other hand around to stroke Scott's hard length. Scott moaned as Cliff continued to work his ass open. "I'm ready Cliff, I need more," he begged after Cliff had worked two fingers in and scissored them to stretch Scott's sphincter muscle. Cliff removed his fingers and lubed his aching cock. Lining up with Scott's loose hole, he pushed until he felt the head pop in. Caressing Scott's back, hip, and buttocks; Cliff waited a moment to allow Scott to adjust. "More honey; I need more," Scott cried. Cliff gripped Scott's hips as he slowly pushed until he was balls deep in his lover's ass. "Oh damn, love. So hot, so tight," Cliff groaned as he pounded his lover's ass. "Oh fuck, right there, more," Scott growled as Cliff repeatedly found his prostate. He thrust his hips back against Cliff, "Oh shit, I'm going to come." "I love you so much, Scott, come for me baby," Cliff murmured as he continued to pump into his love. Adjusting so he was holding his upper body up on his elbows rather than his hands, Scott rested his forehead against his left forearm. He moved his right hand to stroke his throbbing length a few times. The added stimulation threw him over the edge, and on the next thrust when Cliff hit his prostate he came, ejaculating all over the blanket as his sphincter muscles clenched around Cliff. Cliff thrust a few more times against the tightened muscles before his orgasm hit him and he pushed tight into Scott as his seed burst from him. Panting, he slumped onto Scott's back, lovingly kissing his husband's back and shoulders as his breathing slowed to normal. As the couple became more aware of their surroundings they realized the sun had set almost completely during their lovemaking. They also realized they were covered in sand, some of it in very uncomfortable places. They hurriedly cleaned off as best they could with the sand covered beach blanket. Seeing their shorts were covered in sand, they looked at each other and shrugged. Tossing the shorts into their basket with the lube and sandy blanket, they quickly walked back to their cottage, cautiously watching for other beachgoers, but saw no one. The Garage: Forever Yours Ch. 08 At the cottage they showered together, each playfully 'helping' the other remove sand from their hair and body. By the end of the shower, they were both half hard. After drying off they got crawled onto their bed for a quick 69 session before curling up against each other and falling asleep. The next morning they woke like they normally did: Cliff spooned into Scott, Scott's hand tangled in Cliff's chest hair, and his face buried in Cliff's hair. As Scott woke, he found himself grinding his morning wood against Cliff's butt. Half asleep, Cliff ground back against him. Scott grabbed the lube and slathered some on both his cock and Cliff's hole. Still spooning, Scott raised Cliff's leg, and thrust into Cliff. Resting Cliff's leg atop his own legs, Scott moved Cliff's hair so he could kiss his lover's shoulder and neck and then moved his hand to stroke Cliff's cock as he gently thrust into him. Quietly moaning, they rocked together until they both came. They spent the morning and early afternoon on a chartered sailboat, and the late afternoon/early evening lounging around the cottage. Just before sunset they decided to go for a swim. They walked down to the beach, just a few short yards from their back door, naked and holding hands. Wading slowly into the water, they splashed and pushed at each other. Finally, Cliff dove in and swam out a few yards. Scott was quick to follow. They stayed where they could touch bottom and swam after each other. As the sun started to set, Cliff stopped swimming and turned to watch the brilliant colors play along the horizon, the water gently lapping against his chest and upper arms. Scott quietly glided up behind him and wrapped his arms around Cliff's waist. Resting his chin on Cliff's shoulder he watched the sunset with his husband. After a few minutes, Cliff turned to Scott. Bracing his hands on Scott's shoulders, he pushed off the ocean floor and wrapped his legs around Scott's waist. Grinning down at his lover, Cliff leaned in to kiss Scott as he tangled his hand in Scott's short, wet hair. Scott put his arms around Cliff's waist as he returned the kiss. Scott loosened his grip around Scott's waist and slowly slid down his body until he could once again stand on the ocean floor. Kissing and caressing in the chest deep water, Scott pressed his hips to Cliff's and ground their groins together. Scott kissed Cliff's neck, tasting salt, as they continued to grind together. Scott put his hands under Cliff's ass and lifted him, "wrap your legs around me again, honey," he commanded. As the sun set, Scott entered Cliff, using the buoyancy of the water to help him guide Cliff up and down his length. Cliff kept one hand on Scott's shoulder and moved the other between them to stroke his own hard length. It didn't take long for them both to come and they stood in the water clinging to each other as their pleasure overtook them. On Thursday they played tourist, driving around to nearby villages and cities to sightsee and shop. Thursday night they did go to the club they had seen on Tuesday, but didn't stay long. The live entertainment wasn't bad, but it was in Spanish, and neither was fluent enough with the language to understand. They danced to a song or two and left to enjoy their final night together in Mexico in the privacy of their own bed. Friday morning they woke early to make love and swim once again in the ocean before packing up and flying home.