Queer bent bastard

“Oh my God, they’re beautiful,” I exclaimed as a couple of tears escaped and rolled down my face.

He then reached over and lifted one of the rings out of the box. He took my right hand in his and gently slipped the ring onto my finger as he said, “I love you Chad. I want you to think of me every time you look at this ring.”

It took me a couple of minutes to get myself together after that and to think of what to say. Once I did, I lifted the other ring out of the box, took his right hand in mine and gently slipped the ring onto his finger as I replied, “I love you too Kyle, and I want you to think of me every time you look at your ring.”

We then leaned across the table and sealed it with a short, loving kiss.

We then left the restaurant and drove over to the club. As soon as we opened the front door, the music was pounding in our ears. We showed the doorman our ID, then Kyle took my hand and we headed up the stairs into the club. I was so excited. We walked over to the bar and ordered a drink and then found a small table near the dance floor. There were only a few couples dancing, but within ten minutes the dance floor was nearly full. As we were watching, Kyle poked me and pointed across the dance floor. I looked where he was pointing and then back at him and grinned. Two of the couples were guys from our class; guys we had no idea were gay. No sooner had we seen them than one of them saw us. Of course, they knew about us. Everyone did. They immediately came over to our table and we got a hug from each of them. We talked, or shouted to each other, for a few minutes. I’m not sure how much of the conversation any of us heard over the music. Soon we were all on the dance floor having an amazing time.