Life After College

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Where to begin? Life after college has been........bliss. Between going to work at the hospital as a pediatrician and planning for a wedding, my schedule has been full. But I\'m not complaining. I enjoy picking out wedding invitations, searching for wedding cakes, picking out tuxedos, calling caterers, and finding honeymoon spots. I never thought I would love doing it. But hey, nothing in life is expected. I never expected I would fall in love with my best friend, Richard, but I did.

Richard and I woke up early one morning before time for work, and we hopped in the shower for a little R&R. Together, we have turned our baths into our own private getaway. Everything from talking about what we had to do that day, releasing each other\'s tension with a single caress, horse playing, making love, to simply holding each other and enjoying each other\'s company without saying a word, all went on in that bathroom.

Richard stood behind me as the water from the shower head trickled down our bodies. He ran a hand through my short (yeah I cut it off) hair. \"Are you nervous about the wedding? You know it\'s coming very soon.\" He asked me.

I leaned my head onto the bathroom wall as Richard\'s fingers became a magical stress reliever. \"No. I\'m not nervous.\"

He put his hands on my hips. \"Then what\'s wrong with you? You\'ve been almost on the verge of depression for the past week. If we are to get married and be partners in this relationship, you\'ve got to understand that you can talk to me about anything.\"

\"It\'s just my parents. The wedding is quickly approaching and I can\'t get myself together enough to tell them I\'m marrying a man. This is just so hard. I don\'t know how I\'m going to tell them.\"

He turned me around so to face him. \"You won\'t have to go through it alone. I\'ll be there.\" He kissed me then dropped to his knees before me. \"I\'m not going anywhere.\" Richard took me in his mouth and sucked deeply. I laid my head back against the shower wall and enjoyed the loving gesture. Richard always seemed to know what I needed. Whether it was a hug, kiss, sex, conversation, or candy- he knew. Maybe it\'s just those type of connections you get when you have found that special someone. And Richard.......sorry......Dick-or Dicky as I liked to call him- was that special someone. My body started to warm up and my knees were almost coming out from under me and before I knew it, I had an orgasm that released all that “parent tension” I had built up.

\"Hello, Mrs. Hampton. My name is Dr. Payne -no pun intended.\" I shook the young mother\'s hand as I walked into room 103. I looked down and saw a young boy of five sitting next to her. \"And this must be Hank. Hello Hank.\"

\"Hi.\" The young boy answered just above a whisper.

\"What seems to be the problem, Mrs. Hampton?\"

\"Well, Hank had been sick a while back with the flu and was complaining about his throat hurting. I just put it off as a regular strep throat and thought nothing of it. But now he\'s been healthy for over a week and his throat still hurts him.\"

\"Ok. Well, lets take a look at it then.\" I picked Hank up and set him on the patient\'s chair, washed my hands, slipped on some gloves, and took a look at the boy\'s throat. \"Mrs. Hampton, your son\'s tonsils have a slight infection. They are very red and inflamed. We could give some kind of medication to coat the soreness, or we could remove them altogether.\"

\"We\'ll take the medication.\"

\"Sure. But let me just remind you. This route will only coat the infection not get rid of it. And by doing this, it will only get worse for your son.\"

The woman paused for a moment before she spoke. \"All right. Do it. Whatever is best for Hank.\"

\"It\'s better to get them removed at an early age if you have to remove them at all.\" I saw a worried look on the child’s face. Obviously, he wasn’t very keen on having an operation. I smiled at the boy. \"Hank, you like ice-cream?\"

He nodded. \"Chocolate.\"

\"Oh you like chocolate? That\'s my favorite too. Would you like to have a big bowl of ice-cream?\" He smiled and nodded his head quickly. \"I tell you what, when you and your mother come back here next week for your surgery, when it\'s over I\'ll personally bring you the biggest bowl of chocolate ice-cream I can find, Ok?\"

\"Ok.\" I set the boy down and sent the two on their way. I love my job. I have this soft spot for children, which probably explains my love for it. It\'s that aura of innocence they carry that intrigues me. It often makes me want one of my own. I work at a hospital called St. Francis Memorial. It was the same hospital I interned for back in my senior year in college and I couldn\'t have felt more at home there.

\"Dr. Payne?\" Pauline, the secretary, called me while she sat behind her desk. \"You have a phone call from a Richard Taylor.\"

My eyes grew wide. Because of our lifestyle and other people, Dicky and I never really call each other at work unless it was an emergency. \"I\'ll take it in my office.\" I walked inside, shut the door, and sat down at my desk. \"Hello?\"

\"Good news or bad news first?\"

\"Hi. I\'m fine thanks.\"

\"I\'m sorry, babe. Didn\'t mean to rush.\"

\"It\'s alright. Um, I\'ll go with the good news.\"

\"I called the traveling agent just now and they booked us a flight to Hawaii for our honeymoon.\"

\"Great. And what\'s the bad news?\"

\"Your mother called. I didn\'t want to answer because I didn\'t want her to know what I was doing answering. I was going to leave that to you.\"

\"Thanks.\" I said rolling my eyes.

\"She left a message on the answering machine. She and your father are flying in this morning to see you.\"

I started to rub my forehead. \"Are you serious?\"

\"Yeah.\"

I knew that I would eventually have to confront my parents about my life, but I didn\'t expect it to be that day. I wasn\'t prepared. How would I tell them?

\"What do you what me to do?\"

\"Nothing. I\'m coming home.\"

I left the hospital early and drove home. Dicky was there still in his policeman attire. Normally his uniform would drive me into a sexual frenzy every time I\'d see it, but today was an exception. We straightened up the house and made it more \"parent presentable\". My parents knocked on the door just as soon as we finally finished. \"That\'s them.\" Dicky said.

I walked to the door. \"Wish me luck.\"

He kissed me. \"Good luck.\"

I took a deep breath before I opened the door. \"Mother, father.\" I said sounding very cheerful and very phony.

\"Hello sweetheart.\" Mother gave me a hug. I shook father\'s hand.

\"Hey there son.\"

I looked at Dicky who looked as scared as I was. \"I\'m sorry, this is Di......Richard Taylor.\"

\"Hello Richard.\" My mother said as she shook his hand. \"You here to arrest my son? Has he not paid his speeding tickets?\" She said jokingly.

\"No Mam. Andrew and I are good friends from school.\"

\"Why don\'t you have a seat in the den.\" I said to my parents.

\"You have a beautiful home.\" My mother said, sounding very chipper.

\"Thank you.\" They sat on the couch, I sat in an arm chair across from them, and Dicky sat in the other arm chair. \"Um...........I\'m actually glad you two came today.\" I started. \"Because I have something............\"

\"Oh is this a wedding book?\" Mother asked me as she grabbed the book and flipped through it. She started to smile. Oh how I hated to have to tell her. \"Are you getting married, sweetheart?\"

\".........Yes.\"

They started to smile and laugh. \"That\'s great news.\" Father said. \"But it would have helped if we got to meet the girl before hand.\"

\"Actually........\"

\"I agree.\" Mother started. \"Every expecting in-law wants to meet the girl before the wedding.\"

\"It\'s not a...........\"

\"Well, what\'s her name? Is she pretty? Is she wealthy? Who are her parents? What does she do?\"

\"HE!\" I blurted out. But then once I realized what I\'d done, I couldn\'t look at them in the eyes. \"It\'s a he.\"

\"He?\" She repeated. \"What do you mean by \'He\'?\"

\"I mean yes, I\'m getting married. But it\'s not to a woman. I\'m........I\'m marrying a man.\"

\"Are you telling me you\'re gay?\"

\"Yes.\"

My father started to laugh. \"You\'re joking. You\'re not really gay. That\'s impossible. You\'re my son. We didn\'t raise you to love other men.\"

\"It\'s true.\"

\"And who is this other man?\" Mother asked me. I could see the tears of disappointment in her eyes.

I looked at Dicky. \"Richard.\"

They were both silent for a long time before my father spoke. \"And I suppose you wanted your mother and I to attend this wedding?\"

\"I do.\"

\"Well, I don\'t know about your mother but I can\'t go to something as crazy as this.\" He stood up.

\"Dad......\"

\"No.\" He looked me striaght in my eyes. \"You are not the son I raised.\" He walked out. Mother didn\'t say anything. She just followed behind father. That was it. They wanted nothing to do with me. But in a way, I knew it was going to happen. They were bound to find out sooner or later. I buried my face in my hands and tried to think of a reason why I shouldn\'t cry. I didn\'t find any. Dicky came over and kneeled before me.

He wrapped his arms around me. \"I love you.\" He whispered to me. I just cried.

After months of preparing, the wedding day finally came. Since our state approved of gay mariage, we were lucky enough to be able to wed in our homestate and actually live a married life. It wasn\'t a long wedding. Many of Dicky\'s family came from North Carolina since they knew about him earlier and had time to accept it. I tried to call my parents but they would never answer. So I would write them letters. They\'d just return them unopened. Bianca, Gina, and Wesley from college came and since they feel more like family, I didn\'t feel as bad.

\"How was the spa?\" Dicky asked me once I returned to our hotel room in Hawaii. He was sitting on the couch in his blue/white striped boxers.

\"Heaven.\" I sat down next to him. \"You should\'ve went.\"

\"No thanks. I\'d rather sit here, look at the ocean, and wait for you to share it with me.\" He opened my robe, revealing my olive green briefs and he ran his hand over my thigh. \"They must have some great lotions down there. Your skin is silky smooth.\"

I smiled. \"I know.\"

He smiled back at me. Then Dicky turned his body to face me and started to rub his hand across my stomach. \"Even here.\" He said. He hand traveled under my briefs and he grabbed me. \"Wow. Even here.\" I started to get erect. \"They touch you down here? Should I be jealous?\"

I removed my robe. \"No. You shouldn\'t.\" I laid him back on the couch and climbed on top of him. I started kissing him on his lips then to his ear and neck. Then I felt like teasing him a bit. I kissed him softly from his collar bones down the middle of his chest to the area just below his naval. He began sighing and moaning. I knew he wanted me to do more, I wanted to do more, so I plucked out his erection and sucked it as if my life depended on it. As I was running my tongue around him, Dicky slid his boxers off the rest of the way then grabbed my hair and started bucking and moaning once I began to deep throat him. “Mmm...” I hummed provocatively. I could feel his erection throbbing and I knew he was about to explode at any minute.

“........Andrew....” He whispered. I let him slide slowly out my mouth, then I stood, slid my hands under the waistband of my briefs and pushed them slowly down my legs.

“You ready to consummate this marriage, baby?” I put my hands on my hips and cocked my head to the side.

“Do you even have to ask?” He breathed out. He looked like a Greek god, lying on the couch with this pose that made you think he had all the confidence in the world. His staff sticking straight up, demanding to be ridden. And there I was, standing there in all my naked glory, more than willing to comply. After preparing ourselves, I placed Dicky inside me. Being the bigger and stronger man he was, Dicky sat up and held me to his chest as he lifted my hips up and down slowly. I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck and hoped I wouldn’t come too early.

When it was over, we laid together --and still joined-- exhausted and panting on the couch and Dicky laid back and looked down at me while he rubbed my damp shoulder. \"So soft.\" He whispered, then he kissed me. I just smiled at him.

Pretty soon our time in Hawaii was up and we had to go back to the real world. When we arrived home, we noticed a young family moving in next door; a man, woman, and young girl of about 5 or 6.

But when I returned back to work, I realized something had changed while I was gone. My co-workers were acting differently towards me. Every time I\'d get near one of the doctors, they\'d make some lame excuse and walk away. It wasn\'t really like that with the girls, but mainly the doctors and male nurses. I quickly figured out, they knew. They knew all about me. But who told them? I didn\'t leave any clues that would let them know what I was. Someone told them and I was going to find out who. That\'s if I don\'t get fired before I can find out.

I was in room 117 checking a bruise on a boy\'s stomach when the mother came in after coming from the bathroom. \"What do you think you\'re doing?\" She asked me.

\"Excuse me?\"

\"Why are you touching my son?\"

\"Mrs. Freeman, you\'re the one who brought him in here saying you wanted me to check a bruise on his stomach. That\'s what I\'m doing.\"

She grabbed the boy\'s shirt and tossed it to him. \"I don\'t want you touching my son. We\'re going home James.\" The boy put his shirt back on.

\"I don\'t understand. You knew what I was going to do before you left for the bathroom. You saw me start.\"

Mrs. Freeman grabbed James\' hand and preceded towards the door. \"That\'s before I found out you...........\" She stopped.

\"Before you found out what?\"

\"Before I found out you\'re a pervert.\"

My eyes grew wide. \"A what?\"


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