Biscotti - 19. Chapter 19

The semester started on a positive note, with the football coach beginning his preparation for the new season. At first, there was a review of the games played with emphasis on the playoff game. This resulted in less time for us.

Our junior year finished, I passed senior math, and I wondered what Dr. McDermis would come up with next year.

Senior year, our last year as undergraduates, Brad hopefully would be picked up by a pro-team, and I would start grad school working on my master’s degree in math. Dr. McDermis didn’t disappoint me, there were no books, but he gave me a problem to work on. Where these problems came from, I had no idea, but they did challenge me.

The football team finally won the division title. The coach walked around with a smile, and his chest pumped out, a peacock strut I called it.

There were several scouts at the games this year. Probably at other games as well, except this year I noticed them. I knew Brad would get offers, but the question is, which one would he accept.

At the end of the senior year, Dr. McDermis had me sign a paper. Stupidly I did without reading it. Later at home, I did read it. It was an acceptance of grad school and a teaching assignment. The university would pay me 3000 per month less tuition and other incidentals, which still left me 1000, more or less, for the bank account.

I talked to Pa and got a list of relatives in Italy. I took pictures of him and Nonna to show in the village.

I sat down with Mom and told her what Brad and I were taking off for two weeks. I had enough money saved to buy two round-trip coach tickets to Europe. We could back pack to Italy. Hopefully, Nona and Pa’s relatives would help. It didn’t exactly happen that way. Our parents got together and gave us some cash to help out.

That evening I told Brad about the trip and what our parents did. “Scott, we don’t need to worry about money.”

“Why not?”

“I signed with the Cincinnati Bengals this morning. My sign-on bonus was 600,000 dollars.”

“You did what? I didn’t know you were being looked at, but I knew you should have been a scout’s favorite. You hadn’t said anything, anyway. We should bank that money.”

“We can save most of it, but we can spend a little.”

Brad was adamant that we spend some, so I agreed.

“We need to talk to Dad. I know that the government will take a significant amount in taxes. We need to invest and try to live off the interest. Dad should know what to do.”

“But they’ll pay me to play. My salary for the first year is 450,000, and that will increase over the five years of the contract.”

“Ok, we can live off that, but we still need to set up investment accounts. Believe me, that money can go fast. A new car, a home, taxes, and expenses when you travel will eat up a lot of that money if we don’t manage it. We don’t need a new car, and we don’t need a house. We can continue like we are, and if we want a place to live, we can move in with Nonna and Pa. Let’s go slow. To be honest, I’m a little afraid of all of this money, but it’s your money, so I guess you can spend it as you wish.”

“No, it’s our money, we’ll decide together how we’ll spend it. But we’ll take a little with us.”

“By law, we can’t take more than 10,000 with us. That would be too much, let’s take 5000 with us.”

We flew to Europe, tourist class on the tickets I bought. Upon arriving at Schiphol, we stayed at the airport hotel. In the morning we went to Amsterdam’s City Hall and got married.

“Do you think our marriage will be legal at home?”

“Probably not until gay marriage becomes legal. But we know we are married, and that’s what counts.”

That night we stayed in a hotel on the Plaza. There I gave myself to Brad. I was afraid that he would notice that I wasn’t a virgin, but he didn’t say anything or couldn’t tell. He was bigger than Larry, so I think my reaction convinced him I was a virgin. In my mind, I was for Brad.

He was gentle. As I looked into his eyes, I could see the love he had for me. I could also see his desire. We kissed as he gently entered me, slowly like I would break if he went too hard or fast. That care only lasted as I urged him on, and he began to really get into making love. That’s when I learned what the term banging me meant.

When he was ready to climax, he went as deep as he could. I felt his body shake. I kissed him as he collapsed in my arms.

“Scott, I love you. I never realized what this would feel like. I could feel your heartbeat, I was a part of you, and now I left a part of me in you.”

I had no answer for Brad. I just held him and continue to kiss him. “Scott, you haven’t finished.” That was when Brad surprised me.

He took me into his mouth and began to suck me. I had done that many times to Brad, but this was the first time he eagerly took the initiative. Of course, this caused him to become erect again, and there is only one way to relax that tool. For the second time that night, Brad went to heaven. Actually, before the night was over, Brad went to heaven a total of 3 times. Forget Larry, and my ass was sore. I couldn’t tell Brad that it would have spoiled his little bit of heaven.