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A Dream Come True -- Scenes that didn't make the final cut. For the most part these are unedited, having been cut before even getting that
far.
A prologue that gave backstory and was unnecessary because the info ended up being revealed in the story anyway
and would have slowed the momentum of the story beginning. An epilogue that, while sweet, took away from an even better ending
that had been at the end of the final chapter. There were miscellaneous other scenes that, while interesting, didn't forward
the story, and -- yes, it's possible -- just way too many sex scenes.
Prologue (2 Scenes -- 1st Mike's POV, then
Wes')
Mike glanced around the large open space in the student union where registration
was taking place. A guy dressed up as the Brownsville University bulldog mascot roamed around, teasing the new students. The
room was crowded, hot, and stuffy. The freshmen were restless, milling about and standing in long enrollment lines.
When
he finally finished signing up for his classes, he wandered out to the wide hallway so he could check out the tables hawking
the university's tees and promoting the campus' clubs. He couldn't help but notice the guy manning the GLBT information booth.
The man was gorgeous, with sandy blond hair and brilliant green eyes. Mike strolled over to the table and tried to look casual
as he snuck a peek at Mr. Stunning and picked up a flyer.
Why did he even bother? He knew he wouldn't join. Knew he
couldn't pursue those beautiful green eyes. His father's outspoken views on homosexuality were not particularly favorable.
He'd be living at home, deep in the proverbial closet, throughout his four years at college.
* * *
Wes walked in the shade of a long line of large oak trees toward the math and science
building for his ten o'clock Bio II class. A cool breeze blew and he lifted a free hand to push a stray lock of hair back
out of his eyes. That's when he saw him -- the cute dark-haired freshman who'd stopped by the GLBT booth during freshman registration.
The kid was trotting toward the math and science building from an intersecting pathway. Wes hadn't seen the kid at the club's
first meeting, so he hurried to catch up with him.
"Hey there." Wes smiled at him. "You stopped by the GLBT booth at
registration, didn't you? I'm Wes, by the way. I'd hoped to see you at the meeting the other night. We're having another next
Friday."
The kid stuttered a bit with his reply. "Oh -- uh -- sorry. I'm not going to be able to come. Sorry."
"That's
okay," Wes told him. "Hey, if you have any questions, I'd be happy to help."
The kid paused a moment, then looked forlorn
as he replied, "I'm sorry. I don't think I'll be joining." He shook his head. "Sorry, I shouldn't have stopped there."
Damn.
"That's okay, no problem." He gave the kid a grin as they arrived at the building. Then they headed off to their separate
classes. Apparently the kid was a major closet case. Wes didn't want to deal with that shit.
Epilogue (Wes'
POV)
It was cold outside, but Wes' heart was warm as he listened to Mike speak,
his voice low and solemn. "Wes, you have filled my life with value and purpose. You have made me so very happy. Thank you
for loving me as I am and accepting me into your heart. Today I vow to love you forever and to respect and be faithful to
you always. I have freely chosen to commit myself to you, my partner in life, for the rest of my life."
It was beautiful,
and Wes felt his heart quiver as Mike finished with the more traditional vows.
"I, Michael, take you, Weston, to be
my husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in
health, to love and to cherish, as long as we both shall live."
Then it was Wes' turn. He tried to keep his voice steady
as he looked at Mike and make his pledge to him. "Mike, I offer you my love. I offer you my strengths and my weaknesses. I
offer you my support and my loyalty. I take you to be my lifetime partner, knowing that you will be my unwavering friend and
my one true love."
Mike's eyes were shining as Wes closed with the same traditional vows.
"I, Weston, take you,
Michael, to be my husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness
and in health, to love and to cherish, as long as we both shall live."
Poker Scene with Devon and Brandon
(Wes' POV) -- The detail just didn't forward the story. Cutting this info down to a short narrative blip was just better
for the story pacing.
Brandon dealt the first hand and Mike and Devon posted the small
and big blinds, which were only set at a quarter and fifty cents, respectively. Wes was dealt a queen of spades and a ten
of hearts. Everyone stayed in for the first round of betting without a raise. Brandon flopped a ten of spades, a six of diamonds,
and a six of spades.
Devon bet a one dollar chip, which Wes thought was a fairly sizeable bet, considering the values
they had assigned to their low dollar game. Mike folded, and so did Brandon. Wes had a pair of tens and a spade draw, but
didn't like the looks of the pair of sixes showing. He decided to stay in and saw the bet.
Brandon placed a four of
diamonds down for the turn. Wes held, but Devon raised the bet another two dollars. Damn. Wes was pretty sure he was being
bluffed, but that pair of sixes showing still bothered him a bit. He didn't want to lose that much so early in the game. He
decided to stay in and saw the bet. He wanted to see Devon's cards so he could get an idea of whether or not the man tended
to bluff.
Brandon dealt the final card; an eight of clubs. It was Devon's bet and he quickly placed an all-in bet.
Fuck. There were a number of hands that could beat Wes. There were a couple of straight possibilities, a pocket pair of ten
or higher would beat him, a six or a pocket pair of fours or eights would also beat him. Wes only had two pair, tens and sixes,
but he felt that Devon was testing him with a huge bluff. He decided to take the bet. Either he would be out in the first
hand or he'd have a big lead.
Brandon laughed. "Apparently you can't push Wes around like you do me and Mike, Devon."
Wes
was relieved to hear that. "So he's a poker bully is he? You think he's bluffing?"
Devon smiled. "What makes you guys
think I don't have a hand this time?"
"Show 'em guys," Mike told them.
Wes turned over his queen-ten and Devon
turned over a seven of hearts and a five of clubs. He had a straight.
"Oh my God," laughed Brandon. "He actually ended
up with a hand, but it was a draw until the final card. I knew he was bluffing for most of it."
Wes smiled. "Good hand,
Devon."
"I got lucky. I was trying to bully you out of a few chips and hoped you'd cave at the end," Devon admitted.
Wes
laughed. "Well, it worked out for you anyway."
With Wes out it was Devon's deal. Brandon and Mike posted the small
and big blinds. Mike won the next hand, although it wasn't very large. After another dozen or so hands Brandon was the next
to be out of the game. Mike had done well but was still a little behind Devon. The heads-up game only lasted another ten minutes
before Devon walked away the big winner of the night with a pair of pocket kings.
Excess Sex Scenes that
Didn't Forward the Story
A Wakeup Call (Mike's POV)
"Roll over for
me, or do you want it this way?"
Wes rolled over and put his arms around Mike. They were already hard.
"I like
facing you, hon. Looking at your face and holding you."
Mike smiled, and Wes pulled his legs up. He rolled on the condom
and opened the lube. He placed one hand on Wes' abs and started stretching Wes with the other. Wes reached up and moved his
hands over Mike's chest, paying attention to his erect nipples.
He bent down and kissed Wes' mouth. Wes moved his hands
to Mike's face and kissed him back. Wes' tongue swept gently through his mouth and he moaned and sucked on it. He could feel
Wes' breathing accelerate and Wes' cock was fully hard against him.
His cock was aching now and Wes was stretched
and relaxed. Mike straightened back up and looked down into Wes' eyes as he pushed his cock against Wes' hole. Wes looked
up at Mike and pulled his legs back. Mike entered him with a grunt and got a grip on Wes' hips.
Wes moaned. "Oh, hon.
Go."
Mike pulled back and drove back into him. "Oh God Wes."
"You feel so good Mike. Oh, hon -- so full -- so
good."
Mike pulled back and rammed back into Wes again, then held there. Mike groaned and looked down at Wes.
Mike
bent down and landed a kiss on Wes' chest. He moved his head to the side and ran his tongue over Wes' nipple. It was tight
and erect. Mike could feel Wes' heart beating and he moved to Wes' other nipple. Wes groaned and Mike could feel the rumble.
Mike's
cock twitched. He leaned back again, repositioned his hands and pulled back so he could start driving into Wes over and over.
He angled his thrust to glide over Wes' gland and Wes tossed his head from side to side, moaning.
Wes' cock was leaking
and Mike grabbed it with one hand to pump him. He pulled back and made half thrusts, stabbing Wes' prostate.
Wes cried
out and he felt Wes' cock throb in his hand, then pulse as come shot onto his abs. Wes' body shook and twitched as his ass
tightened around Mike's cock.
"Oh, Mike. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Jesus!"
Mike could feel his orgasm building fast.
He pushed into Wes one last time and held. Wes squeezed around his cock and Mike closed his eyes and exploded with a shout.
"Christ,
Wes -- oh, baby, baby -- you feel so good."
Mike's cock spasmed and jerked as he emptied into the condom.
Mike
groaned and opened his eyes and Wes was looking right at him with a big smile on his lips. He smiled back and fell onto Wes'
chest as his racing heart slowed down. Wes let his legs down. They fell to the sides and Wes put his arms around him, petting
his back. He liked that.
An Early Morning Sex Scene (Mike's POV)
Wes
turned onto his side and brought his mouth down onto Mike's for a warm gentle kiss. Damn, Wes felt so very good Mike let him
take control. Wes rolled him over onto his back and then Wes was over him, kissing and nibbling his mouth. Their cocks were
hard and Wes ground roughly against him.
Mike moaned softly and pressed up against him to increase the friction. Wes'
cock felt so very good rubbing alongside his own. One of Mike's hands moved up around Wes' neck and the other to his hip,
moving around to grip Wes' ass and mash them together harder.
The kiss deepened and their tongues slowly danced. Mike's
hips slowly and rhythmically thrust upwards against Wes. Finally, Wes broke their kiss to nibble and lick behind Mike's ear.
Mike smothered his moan in Wes' shoulder.
Wes whispered in his ear. "I love the way you moan for me, hon. I love the
way your hard cock is leaking for me. I love the way you lose control of your body and jerk against me when you come."
Oh,
God. Mike loved the way Wes made him feel so cherished and desired, talking to him like that. He loved the way Wes' voice
sent him right over the edge.
Mike reached up to capture Wes' mouth again in an emphatic kiss and moaned quietly into
his mouth as his cock pulsed and he spilled his come between them. Oh, Wes was so right – Mike was jerking spasmodically
in his arms. And he was truthful – Wes must love it because he was convulsing as he pressed his hips forcefully onto
Mike's and Mike could feel his hot spunk spurting and adding to the mess running between their sweaty bodies.
Another
Early Morning Sex Scene (Mike's POV)
A warm hand reached around Mike and wrapped
around his morning wood. Wes kissed his neck. Mike smiled, moaned, and leaned back. He felt the hot friction along his crack
as Wes' cock rubbed against him and he felt Wes' warm hand move up his body, feeling his stomach and rubbing around his chest.
He turned in Wes' arms and one of his hands went up to Wes' face. He felt Wes' morning stubble, rough against his palm, and
they kissed. Wes' lips were warm and inviting and moved so nicely against his own.
Wes let out a low moan, and whispered
softly. "Mmm, you feel so good. I don't want to let you go. I want you so bad -- so very bad." Wes kissed around his face,
on his cheeks and on his eye lids, then back to his lips.
Mike broke the kiss and rolled Wes onto his back. His lips
moved slowly down Wes' body. Wes' nipples were erect and he licked one. Wes groaned and arched up to him. Wes' hands gripped
his head as he licked and nibbled his way down Wes' body.
Wes writhed in anticipation beneath him. Mike loved giving
head because the intensely passionate reaction it aroused got him so hot he was usually ready to blow himself by the time
he was done sucking a man off.
"Mmm," Christ, Mike loved that musky man smell. He breathed deeply and took one of Wes'
balls into his mouth. He gripped Wes' hips and pulled Wes to him as he sucked and licked on his nuts.
"Jesus, fuck!"
Wes groaned. Wes was going crazy and Mike wasn't even working on his cock yet. Wes' hands were in his hair kneading his head.
His legs were thrown out wide and his knees were partially drawn up. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck. Oh God, please don't stop. Oh,
please, please, please."
Wes was babbling. Mike licked his way up Wes' cock and slid his tongue through the leaking
slit. Wes tried to jerk his hips up, but was held down. Mike brought the head of Wes' cock into his mouth and sucked hard.
Wes groaned and pleaded incoherently. Mike opened up and took Wes into his mouth as far as he could, he could feel the head
of Wes' cock at the back of his throat and he started moving and sucking as hard as he could.
Oh, fuck. Mike's own
cock was full, hard and leaking. Damn, he wanted to fuck Wes. He wanted to fuck him hard. He moved one of his hands to Wes'
balls and he could feel them pulled up tight. He gripped the base of Wes' cock with his other hand and jerked him off while
he concentrated on sucking the head of Wes' cock.
Wes' hips reflexively thrust up to him as his cock started to pulse
in Mike's hand. He sucked hard as hot spunk filled his mouth. God, Wes tasted so good. Wes' hands clenched in his hair as
he jerked and moaned, and then finally he slowed his thrusting and collapsed, spent, back onto the bed. Mike licked him clean
and came up to his ear. "Wes, I need you. I want you. Please -- I want to be in you. Let me fuck you."
"Oh God yes
-- anything. Anything you want."
Mike kissed him hard then reached for the drawer of his bedside table and grabbed
the lube and a condom. He quickly rolled on the condom and squeezed some lube onto his fingers. Wes pulled his legs up for
him and Mike inserted one lubed finger into his ass. Wes was tight. Mike moved his finger, stretching and loosening the muscle
at his opening. He added another finger and Wes relaxed.
"Are you ready?"
"Do it."
He added some extra
lube to his sheathed cock and pressed in.
"Relax. Let me in. Relax." Wes' legs eased down onto Mike's shoulders and
Mike moved one of his hands to massage Wes' abs, while his other hand guided his cock in. Wes relaxed and groaned as the head
of Mike's cock penetrated him.
"Jesus you're so hot and tight." He pushed in until he was fully seated inside Wes.
It was Mike's turn to groan. Wes felt so good -- too good. He wasn't going to last. "Ready for me to move? You okay?"
"Oh
yeah – do it. Fuck me."
So he did. He pulled back and then pushed into Wes hard. He felt his cock glide across
Wes' prostate. Wes moaned and his cock started to refill. Mike grabbed hold of it and pumped. Jesus, Wes was already hard
again. Mike caught his breath and drove into him. He aimed for Wes' gland with every stroke. He wouldn't last long and he
wanted Wes to come again for him.
"Fuck, yes! You like that? You like being fucked? Do you like my cock in your ass?
Fuck, yes. I'll do it for you, I'll fuck you hard." Wes groaned and reached his arms around Mike. Wes' hands were at his hips.
Wes gripped him hard and grunted with every thrust into his ass. His head was thrown back and he was sweating with the exertion.
Mike's
balls pulled up close to his body and he could feel his orgasm building up. "Come for me, come on Wes. I want you to come
again for me."
And he did. He spilled over Mike's hand and onto his stomach, groaning loudly. Wes' ass tightened up
and then Mike came as Wes tightened his death grip on Mike's hips and Mike found himself jerking uncontrollably.
Finally
Mike was spent and slowly eased his cock out of Wes and tossed the condom into his trash can. Wes' legs fell back to the side
and Mike collapsed onto his chest. Wes put his arms around Mike and they rolled onto their sides.
Mike moaned again.
"I don't want to get up now. I want to go back to sleep."
Wes chuckled. "Hell honey, you only came once. My poor underused
balls are going to be so sore later on. You're singing to the choir if you think I'm going to feel sorry for your poor tired
out ass."
Mike couldn't help but smile up at him. He loved the man's sense of humor. "Shower with me? You're somewhat
covered in spunk again."
"Yeah, somewhat."
A Random Shower Scene (Wes' POV)
Wes landed a quick kiss on Mike's mouth, grabbed his hand and hauled him up out of bed. Wes headed into
the bathroom to pee and brush his teeth while Mike gathered up some clothes. Then they switched places and Mike used the bathroom
while Wes picked out his clothes. Mike started the water running and Wes joined him in the shower.
Mike got under the
water first then grabbed the shampoo while Wes got wet. Wes came out from under the water and felt Mike reach up and rub shampoo
into his hair. Mike already had shampoo in his hair so Wes reached over and massaged it into his head. The water was hot and
felt wonderful.
He moved Mike under the water and rinsed out Mike's hair, then they switched and he rinsed his own
hair. Mike grabbed the bar of woodsy scented green soap, soaped up his hands then ran them up Wes' arms, over his shoulders.
Mike re-soaped his hands. Wes lifted his arms and Mike washed under his arms and then moved his hands over his chest and teased
his nipples.
He caught Mike's eye and leaned down for a kiss. Mike moved his hands up to Wes' shoulders and then around
to his neck as he slipped his tongue into Wes' mouth to move alongside Wes'. Wes broke the kiss and gave Mike a wink as he
reached for the soap.
Wes soaped up his hands and started washing his way up Mike's arms to his shoulders. He re-soaped
his hands to wash Mike's chest then moved to under Mike's arms. Mike moved warm hands back up to Wes' shoulders and reached
up to nibble on his neck. Wes scrubbed under Mike's arms while Mike writhed against him. He took pity on Mike's ticklish self
and moved his hands back down Mike's sides and around to squeeze Mike's ass.
Wes' cock rubbed against the beautiful
dark line of hair running down Mike's lower abs and Mike's rubbed against Wes' balls. Mike brought his hands down and wedged
in between them, wrapping one hand around each of their cocks. Mike looked up at Wes and Wes brought his head back down to
nibble on Mike's lips.
Wes' worries and concerns about the coming day drained away as he felt Mike move his soapy hand
up and down his cock. He was hard and leaking and he closed his mouth over Mike's to deepen their kiss.
Wes tightened
his grip on Mike's ass and ground against him as Mike increased the pace of his pumping. As his tongue swept through Mike's
mouth Mike groaned and he felt him start to tremble, and then jerk against him. Wes moved one of his hands up Mike's back
to stabilize him as he felt Mike's hot cum spurt onto the base of his prick.
Oh, fuck. Mike's body shaking against
Wes' was so erotic and felt so good. Wes felt his orgasm build as Mike's body steadied and Mike moved the hand that had been
on his own cock over to roll Wes' balls. It was Wes' turn to moan into Mike's mouth. He moved his hands to the wall behind
Mike to hold himself secure as his cock spasmed and throbbed and he shot over Mike's hand. Wes' body twitched as his cock
emptied. Mike moved his hands up and around Wes and held him tight.
Wes broke their kiss and looked down at Mike. Mike
stared into Wes' eyes and gave him a euphoric little smile. What was Mike thinking? He seemed happy right now, but so conflicted
at times, like he was resisting the deepening drift of their relationship. Wes moved a hand up to cup the side of Mike's face
and gave him a quick little kiss before backing away.
Shh…A Quiet Sex Scene (Mike's POV)
"Thank you," Mike told Wes, "for being so wonderful about having my parents here for the weekend.
You've been super."
"You're welcome," Wes replied. "But you know I truly had a good time, even if you did kick our
asses bowling again. That's one thing you got from your dad. He was pretty good, too."
"You liked the museum yesterday,
too, didn't you?"
"Absolutely. There were some fascinating exhibits. Your dad seemed to really have a good time there,
too."
"Yeah, he's always been a bit of a history buff."
Wes rolled towards Mike and gave him a smile. "And I
really liked that you held my hand. That was a big step for you. I know you haven't been comfortable with that kind of thing."
Mike
blushed. "I know. I shouldn't be though. I'm not ashamed of being gay; it's just that I hate confrontations about it, so I
try to head it off. I appreciate your patience."
Wes leaned over and kisses him. "I appreciate your efforts," he whispered
to Mike. Then his mouth was on Mike's again. Mike put his hand behind Wes' neck and kissed him back. God, he loved Wes' kisses.
They were so warm -- alternating between soft and firm, easy and passionate, nibbles and tongue. He felt himself getting hard
as their tongues danced and he rolled towards Wes so he could rub his growing cock against Wes' body.
Damn, though.
Parents. "Wes," Mike whispered, breaking their kiss, "we can't make any noise, baby."
"Okay, honey. We'll just rub
off and kiss -- no sounds -- not even a moan."
Mmm. That sounded good. He tightened his grip and pulled Wes in for
another kiss. Wes kept it soft and easy, nibbling at his lips. Wes moved his hand to Mike's chest, rubbing back and forth,
teasing his nipples, and then moved lower to caress his abs.
Oh, damn, Wes felt so good. Mike was breathing heavier
and his heart sped up. Wes trailed his lips and tongue down his neck to nibble and tease as Mike writhed against him. Mike's
hand traveled around Wes' waist to stroke his back, and then Mike moved it down to fondle and squeeze his ass. Mike pulled
his hips tighter towards Wes'. Mike felt Wes' cock, hard against him.
Mike pushed his body against Wes' to roll him
onto his back. Mike straddled Wes' hips and ground his cock alongside Wes'. Mike stretched down to kiss Wes and Wes' hand
was at the side of Mike's head, pulling him down towards Wes. Wes' mouth was back on Mike's and their kiss intensified, tongues
sliding alongside each other.
They were breathing hard as their mouths pressed firmly against each other. Mike felt
Wes' other hand on his ass, gripping him and mashing their hips together. Mike ground down against him and he could feel Wes'
breathing grow ragged as he approached his climax. Wes' hips thrust up rhythmically as they ground their cocks against each
other.
Mike's heart was racing and he felt Wes' thrusts turn spasmodic. Wes' mouth broke away from his as he panted
for breath. Mike was pressed hard against him and he felt Wes' cock start to pulse alongside his own. Wes' eyes were squeezed
shut as he gasped. Mike felt hot spunk spilling between them and his cock slid through the slippery fluid as he approached
his own climax.
Mike buried his face in Wes' chest, gasping. Mike felt Wes' arms around him, holding him close as his
body started to jerk against Wes'. Mike's balls were tight and he felt his cock pulsing between them as his balls emptied,
adding his load to the mess between them.
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