The most thrilling night of my life, Part VIII (Final)

After that weekend, I began seeing less of Garrett and started spending more and more time with Eric. And most important to me, Eric seemed to fit right in with Jim, Alex, and the gang whereas there was always an uneasiness in air with Garrett.

It wasn’t but about six months after Eric and I began seeing one another when we got our own apartment together. When my parents found out that I moved in with a man 12 years older than me, of course I knew it was bound to bring along some uneasy questions.

I decided at that point it was finally time I came out to my family although my mom already knew about me for the past five years. So I wrote a letter to my parents, brother, two sisters and even my grandparents. I addressed the letter to each of them personally. In it I told each one how much I loved them, but that there was something I also wanted to share with them. I didn’t come right out and say that I was gay, but rather I said I had always known I was different and could no longer pretend I was something I really wasn’t. Then I explained that I met Eric at school and we decided to move in together because his feelings for me and my feelings for him were so strong. I added that we made each other very happy and he needed me to be with him just as much as I needed him to be with me.

Needless to say the very first one to call was my little sister, Muffin. She told me right away that she loved me no matter what and as long as I was happy, that’s all that mattered to her. A few days later my brother phoned. I thought for sure he would in the least be perturbed and might even try to disown me, but that was hardly the case. Instead he called too to offer his support which made me feel great inside. Just before we hung up, he mentioned that he might even try to come down and visit us. Of course he was gladly welcomed and I even offered to buy him a plane ticket when he was ready.

My mom’s only concern of course was that I was happy and she wanted to meet Eric. My mom was the kind of person who really didn’t approve of anyone until she at least met them first. My grandparents were great! They both called and said as long as I was happy, that’s all that mattered to them. My grandma even mentioned that she had a male cousin who was a homosexual and she loved him when being gay back then was strictly taboo.

The only ones who were disturbed and opposed to my relationship with Eric were my 19 year old sister, Jane and my dad. Jane had become a bit of religious fanatic over the past year according to my mom. She was dating this guy who’s family was heavily involved in their church and they had kind of brainwashed her. According to my mom, Jane wanted to save me so that I wouldn’t go straight to hell. Of course my mom and I got a great laugh out of that. Then my mom informed me she told Jane we were all God’s children and that Jesus died on the cross for all of us. Therefore my mom told Jane that she needed to go study her bible a little more before she and her boyfriend were so quick to pass judgment on me.

My dad was so upset, he could even bring himself to speak to me at first. But it wasn’t but about month later when he called and slowly began to warm back up. And by the third month, he even spoke to Eric because I knew that he wanted to get to know him.

Contrary to my family’s mixed feelings, Eric’s family was overjoyed about our relationship. They lived in Austin, TX about 120 miles north of us. One weekend we drove up so I could meet them. The minute Eric first introduced me to his mom, she treated me just like a son. So did his father for that fact. And his two younger brothers (one who was also gay) even cooked up a last minute BBQ on Saturday night so that I could meet Eric’s extended family mostly of aunts, uncles, cousins and some long time family friends.

Before I knew it, Eric and I were celebrating our first anniversary down on Galveston Bay with Jim, Alex and some of our other friends. And the second year flew by even faster. Not only were both working and going to school, but we decided to buy this really neat old house together in the Montrose area of town. It was huge! The 5,000 sq. ft of total living space included five large bedrooms, four bathrooms, almost a chefs like kitchen, and a 1,200 sq. ft den that we converted into a entertainment room along with a full wet bar. The day we bought the house we had contractors lined up to help us remodel it just the way we wanted. We both had a ton of money saved aside from the fact that we were also making good livings--he with his company and me with the various modeling jobs that Alex and I kept accepting. Consequently remodeling and furnishing the house wasn’t a problem. We even added a swimming pool and sun deck out in our back yard.

Our first Thanksgiving together was the most wonderful time I can ever remember. I invited my whole family down for the week including even my grandparents and Eric invited his parents and two brothers. Everyone made it but my sister, Jane who remained steadfast that my relationship with Eric was morally unacceptable. But even my grandma joked and said she felt sorry for Jane because she was so damn narrow minded as she took a shot of scotch from a bottle that Eric had given her. For some unexplained but really, really cute reason, my grandma and Eric became instant buddies and even smoked cigars together out on our porch every night after dinner.

My dad got along so well with Eric’s father that they even played golf together just about the entire week along with my brother. Both my dad and brother loved Texas for one could play golf all year around. On Thanksgiving day, Eric and I cooked up dinner for everyone including a 22 lbs turkey while we watched the football games. And of course Thanksgiving wouldn’t have been Thanksgiving without having Jim over. My mom really loved Jim and treated him just like she treated me. I guess my mom still remembered how Jim promised her the first day he and I met on the flight down from Chicago that he would always be there for me. That week really validated my and Eric’s relationship because for the first time in my life, I felt like me and my male partner were truly one and the same.

When our first Christmas together rolled around we spent the day with Eric’s family up in Austin and then later that week flew up to Chicago and rang in New Year’s with my family.

The following spring I had a really deep dream about Trent on a Wednesday night while Eric was out in California on business until Friday. When I woke up, I could almost sense that Trent was close by. Having dreams about him wasn’t uncommon. It seemed like I had them off and on every six months or so over the past eight years. Only this dream was special for a voice from my heart told me that I needed to at least try and find him for my own sanity’s sake. I had to see Trent again to let him know that I still loved him even after all these years had past. And the only way I could do that was to find him.

It was then that an idea suddenly popped into my head. I remembered the name of the motel that Trent and I had sex at on our family trip to Disneyworld that year. I quickly got on my computer and Googled the Best Motor Lodge in Tennessee. Sure enough I got a hit right away. When I clicked on the link, a small picture of the place pooped up along with the address and phone number.

The instant I called, a voice on the other end answered and sounded like a little old man. In fact, it sounded just like the little old man who checked us in that night so many years ago. After I introduced myself, I explained that I was looking for a jewelry salesman who sold me a ring a while back at his motel and was wondering if he knew who the man was for he use to stay there quite often. I even said, “I believe his first name is, Trent” (I still remembered when he told my brother that day in the pool he stayed at the motor lodge often for he enjoyed the pool so much).

Right way the man replied, “Yep, I know who your talking about all right. But I haven’t seen or heard from him in at least four years or so.”

My heart instantly sank for I knew that was the only link by which I could ever find Trent again.

But then the man said, “But you know, I may still have one of his old business cards--I’m really not sure. But why don’t you call back in a couple of hours and I’ll see if I can find it for you.”

He could tell by my reaction that I was really excited as I graciously thanked him and said that I would phone back in exactly two hours.

After we hung up, it seemed like I paced back and forth across my kitchen floor practically the whole time. I even prayed the old man would somehow manage to come up with his business card or at least some way to contact him.

When I called back exactly two hours later almost to the second, the man informed that he couldn’t find Trent’s business card. My heart sank! But then he suddenly added, “But I looked back at some old records in our basement. Now I remember the gentleman’s name-- His name is Trent Bickford. He worked back then for Apex Jewelers out of Atlanta, GA, but I have no idea if he’s still with them.”

I was beyond excited at that point. I was ecstatic! Finally, I had something firm.

The little old man even gave me a phone number for Apex. I kindly thanked him for everything and said that if I was ever in the area , I would be sure to drop by and stay the night. He kindly thanked me just as we hung up.

Immediately I got back on the phone and contacted Apex. After I was transferred to their human resources department, a lady came on the line. When I asked how I could reach a Mr. Trent Bickford who I believed worked for them, she replied that she could only verify the current employment of a person, but couldn’t release any personal information such as an employee address or home phone number. When I asked if she could at least verify his employment, she put me on hold for a minute. When she came back on the line she informed me that Trent Bickford did in fact work for Apex and was the Southeastern district sales manager for the company. Finally, I was getting somewhere. I asked if she could at least give me his middle initial. She replied, “Sure, it’s F as in Frank”. I kindly thanked her and hung up.

I quickly did a national phone search for a Trent F. Bickford in Yahoo. Sure enough I got three hits. One was located in New York so I ruled that one out. One was in Seattle so I quickly ruled that one out too. But the last one was in Kentucky which seemed just about perfect for someone who was from the Southeast. When I called the number, a lady answered. Thinking she was his wife, I was scared shitless. But I quickly composed and asked anyway if this was Mr Trent Bickford’s residence who worked for Apex Jewelers.

She informed that it was his residence, but that he was out of town at a trade convention in San Antonio, TX. Right away my heart started pounding for I just knew from my dream that Trent was close by. In fact he was only 200 miles away just down the road on Interstate-10. When I asked how I could reach him, she replied that he was staying at the Riverwalk Marrott in downtown San Antonio and perhaps I should try there. I kindly thanked her and hung up. I quickly threw a few things together in an overnight bag, of course I put on the ruby ring he gave me and jumped in my Porsche.

I hit the road at about 80 miles per hour. On the three hour drive over to San Antonio, I tried to rehearse over and over what I would say to him. But I finally gave up for I had no idea. I just figured I would play it by ear.

When I got to the hotel, it wasn’t even four o’clock yet. I asked the receptionist behind the desk if a Mr Trent Bickford was checked in. He confirmed that he was, but when he rang his room for me, no one answered. However the receptionist informed me that Mr Bickford was probably over at the convention center along with the rest of his party and they usually returned about 5 PM before they all went out to dinner later that evening.

I quickly flipped the man a twenty dollar bill and told him the minute he saw Mr Bickford walk in the lobby, to tell him that I was over in the bar waiting for him. When he asked me for my name, I just said to tell Mr Bickford that an old friend of his was waiting in the bar for him. Once he picked up my twenty and put it in his pocket, he kindly agreed.

When I made my way over to the bar, it was exactly four o’clock. I ordered a Crown Royal and Coke to clam my nerves. I couldn’t believe after almost eight years, I was about to come face to face with Trent again. As I quietly took a seat at a table right in front of the entrance so he couldn’t miss me, I thought about that special night we had together as I admired his beautiful ruby ring on my finger.

Sure enough it wasn’t but about 10 minutes after five o’clock, when suddenly, Trent walked in the bar. The instant he saw me he almost froze as I stood up to greet him. He said, “Collin” almost as if to ask a question. I lifted my hand up so that he could see the ring on my finger. And without a doubt he looked as handsome as ever all dressed up in a dark business suit.

He came right over and gave me a giant hug. Of course I wanted to kiss him, but we were in public. He ordered a drink and then we went to the back of the bar so we could talk more in private. After I explained how I found him, I told him all that had happened to me since the time of our first gay encounter. I told him all about the various boyfriends I had, my college days at Rice, my modeling career, and that I was now living with Eric and we had even bought a house together in Houston. Before I could tell him about my modeling career, he remarked, “You know Collin, you looked so damn hot in that Sports Illustrated issue---I just knew that was you”.

I laughed and told him I had more people come up to me and complement me over the Sports Illustrated piece than we could both count. And while I told him all about myself, he didn’t say much about his himself other than to mention he had been promoted to district sales manager. I didn’t want to ask about the lady who answered the phone for I figured she was his wife.

Almost two hours had gone by when he asked if I wanted to go up to his room. Of course he knew that I couldn’t wait, so he didn’t even bothering waiting for a reply. We just got up and left.

The instant we entered his room, he immediately kissed me just as soon as the door closed. His lips on mine felt so damn good as we drove our tongues deeper and deeper into each other’s mouths. The minute our lips parted, we each helped one another out of our clothes. The instant he removed my last sock, he placed his hands on my shoulders and held me back at arms length so he could admire my naked body from head to toe. Finally, he exclaimed, “Oh God Collin, you look just as beautiful as you did eight years ago, you know that?”

Of course I smiled, blushed and then asked, “Do I really, Trent?”

He didn’t reply but pulled me towards him until our lips met again.

After we frenched for another three minutes or so, he gently grabbed me by my cock and led me over to his bed. There, he sat down on the mattress with his feet flat on the floor just like he did eight years before and wrapped his hands around my ass while I stood there between his legs. He kissed my nipples and tummy all over again like he did the first time and then placed his hands on my hips and pulled me down until I was on my knees. Just like the first time, I grabbed his cock and admired it for a few moments before I took it into my mouth. And just like I remembered, his dick tasted delicious. I sucked his cock with more determination and passion than I had ever sucked any cock in my life until he came in my mouth. He moaned practically the whole time because my blow-job was so incredible.

Afterwards he leaned over, lifted me up and laid me across his bed. Of course he still remembered that I loved it most when he laid on top of me and kissed me-- so he did just that. And of course I thought I had died and gone to heaven being smothered all over again by his incredible sexy body.

After he eventually got around to sucking me off, we laid in bed and talked. Trent then called his fellow employees and informed them that he wouldn’t be able to make it out to dinner that night with them. Obviously I knew we were going to spend the night together which I really wanted to do more than anything in the world.