They Are A-OK Ch. 37

On the other hand I was even more concerned for Greg. I knew he would never be happy living on the island. He had had a taste of a life that suited him better. I also knew that off the island there would always be something missing in his life. Then there were his parents. They would be devastated by his choice. My life remained perfect. I felt that some great entity was looking after me. Julia and I were very close and she continued to fully accept my relationships with Zack and Adam as well as my other sexual partners. We too had become engaged and my mother was totally charmed by Julia when we visited for Christmas. I even took Julia to see the island. By that point I expected that someday we might live there together. The funny thing was it was her that suggested we bring Zack with us on the trip.

Interestingly, it was the first time the three of us shared a bed. It had always been other brothers that I shared Julia with. One day in Adam's gardens she asked me if I had ever considered the possibility of a sort of three way marriage. To her that meant that I would basically marry them both and all three of us would cohabitate. It would also mean that we would be free to have sex in whatever combinations occurred. That wasn't much of stretch since she and I had already planned an open marriage. No other arrangement would ever work for us. Though the three way marriage idea would certainly solve a big dilemma for me, I wasn't sure about the idea. I definitely loved them both and felt no jealousy sharing them with each other. But, I needed private intimacy with each of them and didn't want to risk losing those special moments. There was also Adam to consider. He certainly would not fit in as fourth. I could never see him as a part of anything with Zack or Julia.

Life for me remained good as yet another semester got into high gear. That was until I received a call from Alicia in the middle of the night that February. Greg was in the hospital. He and his boyfriend had been a little too open about their sexuality on a road trip to Florida. On their way home in some tiny town they had been assaulted. Greg's boyfriend was dead and Greg was in critical condition after being helicopter to a trauma center in Atlanta. One of Adam's planes took me to Atlanta to be with island friends who I had not seen since I dropped them in Georgia over a year earlier. Julia came along to support me. As it turned out I needed her support more than I imagined when we boarded the plane.

After three days of drifting in and out of consciousness, Greg gave up the fight and closed his eyes permanently. It was a great loss and I felt responsible for having been a part of his coming to the states. But I remain convinced that Greg likely did not want to live. Alicia had told me how much he loved the man he watched get beaten death. Greg had already decided to give up his plans to return to the island and live the life expected of him. He was going to stay with his boyfriend. I was amazed that he could feel strongly enough about anyone to give up so much. There was more on top of the loss of his lover that made me think Greg simply preferred to die. The evil assholes that had killed his boyfriends and all but killed Greg had castrated him and mutilated his penis. Life as a eunuch for one who had been raised to be so sexually free would have been the ultimate torture.

The only savoir of that time was getting to know Alicia's fiancée. He was a wonderful, kind, gentle man. He treated her like a queen and seemed to fully understand the life he proposed to become a part of on the island. I believed he understood it far better than I did when I proposed to Alicia and that he was sincere in his desire to embrace island life as part of his love for Alicia. Even in her grief, I could see that she was ecstatically happy with her future husband, Donald Evans. Julia and I stayed in Atlanta for two weeks helping put Greg's life in order. Then we escorted Alicia, Donald and Greg back to the Island.

Greg's funeral was a mass outpouring of love and grief. Before leaving the island I took it upon myself to help educate Donald about the male islanders. He had talked to Greg some, but had some things skewed. For his part he had done some experimentation with other men. He found it pleasurable enough and had no objection to gay sex, but he had no great desire for it either. He assured me that if he had to occasionally have sex with an island man to be a proper island husband he would happily do so. Alicia's happiness was his paramount concern. I considered testing that theory by insisting that he have sex with me, but thought better of the idea. I had done enough to fuck up Alicia's family. What I made clear to him was that up until the wedding it would be thought odd if he did not fuck at least a couple island women. That concept was a little harder for him to grasp.

The other thing I did was help Alicia convince her parents to accept Donald. Until after the funeral, Donald had stayed in the big house as my guest. The Ortiz family had assumed he was a friend of mine that came to help me through my grief. It took a few hours of deep conversation but in the end Alicia and I convinced Duarte and Carmella that Donald was a good man who was good for Alicia. The wedding was to be held in the summer. I knew that I would be getting one final blow job from Alicia. That thought reminded me that there were a couple more things to explain to Donald.

I told him about the belly full of cum tradition, which he was surprisingly ok with. He did however say that meant that he would not be inviting any of his friends or family to the island wedding. He simply could not imagine his father, brothers and most of his friends understanding that one. Not to mention the likely reaction of his mother if her daughter-in-law sucked off his father. He and I had a pretty good laugh when that scene was discussed. Alicia and Donald eventually made the decision to have two weddings, one on the island and a more traditional one in the states. Though they would mostly live on the island, they would spend some time in the states and wanted Donald's family and friends to be part of their lives.

The other important thing I explained to Donald was his impeding private talk with Duarte. I figured being aware of the sperm testing ceremony would be better for him. Again his reaction surprised me. He seemed far more intrigued by the idea than concerned over having his future father-in-law handle his genitals and in effect milk his seed. He thanked me for helping him understand things. I sensed that the kernel of a strong friendship had been sown by us in those few weeks.

I returned to school, happy for Alicia and in deep pain over the loss of Greg. Though I muddled through class and my duties at the AOK, it was really only Julia and Zack that kept me going for the rest of that semester. I still had an occasional tryst outside of my pair of lovers and Adam visited regularly. But as time passed I was becoming more and more a one man and woman guy. About two weeks before the semester ended the three of us decided to spend most of the summer on the island. We were all invited to the big wedding and a couple of months in paradise seemed an amazing way to share the love that was by then a true three way deal.

Zack had confided his feelings for Julia to me first. About a week later she told me that she was feeling confused over her growing attachment to him. I suggested we talk it out together and see where we were heading. By summer the three way marriage idea seemed an ideal way to go for us. I asked Julia how she felt about an island wedding. She was beyond thrilled at the prospect of having to drain so many cocks. I had seen her suck and fuck many guys, but I still wasn't sure how I would feel on our wedding day knowing she would swallow the cum of so many men. But the planned date was over a year off. We wanted to wait until I graduated. Like Alicia and Donald we would also be having two weddings. While most of my friends would be cool with island traditions there was no way I was taking my dad to the island to get a blow job from my bride.

We did have some really great sex the night we discussed it. She just wanted to talk about sucking scores of cocks while we fucked. She screamed so loud when she came that I was glad we were in the AOK house and not her apartment. Her neighbors would have likely called the cops. As a special treat after we recovered I invited three of my council mates into the room. Julia and I spent about two hours sucking off Terry, Dan and Craig. She would have gone longer but none of them could get hard any more. As they laid in my bed watching she sucked me one more time while riding a fat dildo. The next day they made her an honorary AOK. As far as I know she is the only woman to ever be so honored.