Cole's Dreams

Cast of Characters:

Cole Alexander Stephanson IV -- Our hero Jazz -- (Jack Zachary) Coles oldest brother

Rod -- Coles middle brother Igor (Iggy) -- Cole's Tutoring Pupil

Cole Alexander Stephanson III -- Coles Dad Ethyl Stephanson -- Cole's mom

Rex Remlin-- Rod's best friend Gus Hartwin -- Rex's ex

Michelle -- My old girlfriend. Dexter -- Iggy's boyfriend

Ed -- Paramedic Manolo -- Paramedic

Steve -- Manolo's boyfriend

From Chapter 12:

"Are you still dreaming?" He said. "Those must have been some good dreams you were having."

"It was -- and you were in the center of them -- and no! I'm not still dreaming. I do love you and I -- I -- always will. Gus, I am sure of it now -- I am so in love with you!"

He grabbed me and cuddled with me for a few minutes before it was too late to get up.

Chapter 13

Once I was comfortable with finally realizing -- or admitting -- that I was in love with Gus, my life got simpler. I didn't realize how much energy I wasted worrying about that! And seeing the love that I was denying both Gus and myself almost made me sick. But the good news is -- now I know!

What was still bothering me though was my possible impending blindness. How would Gus really take it? How would it affect our long term relationship? It's nice and neat to say, "I'll love you no matter what!" But time sometimes changes -- things. I was keeping it to myself pretty well. I was also keeping to myself that my eye was getting worse. Or at least I thought it was.

"Cole, I'm not one to discount a patient's experience, but -- I wish you wouldn't worry so much about this." Dr. Steere told me. "I wish I could wave a magic wand over you and say, `Don't worry so much about it.' But I know it's not as easy as that."

"Well, as long as you're waving your magic wand, why not just make the other eye okay!" I said, humorlessly.

"I know you've lightened your class load. That's good. Let me ask you -- how's the `running' coming? Do you do it very much?"

I know what he was asking. He wanted to know how much sex we were having. "We just recently started to `run' again a couple weeks ago, Doc." I said, tentatively. "Is that a problem?"

"I think you're being too cautious, Cole. Keep up your studies, get plenty of rest and - - do lots of `running'! You will rest better rest and sex will lower your stress level dramatically. Gotta activate those pheromones!"

"Sex?" I said in mock shock.

"And -- exercise will also help. Cole, if I may be a mite personal, are you a top or a bottom?"

I was embarrassed. I had never talked about this to anyone before. "Well, I -- uh -- (ahem!) I guess we both like it -- both ways." My face and neck were burning up.

"That's good. So -- get plenty of rest. Work hard at your studies -- and get plenty of exercise -- to make you sleep better. And Cole?"

"Yes Doc?"

"IF you're not already doing it - - a little REAL running would be good. Better circulation will help your whole wellbeing -- as well as your chances to see clearly."

"Thanks Doc. I'll do my best."

"And -- don't worry! No matter what happens, worrying won't make it better. I know -- easy to say -- but -- just do your best."

"Okay. Thanks!" I said. And I left.

Gus was waiting in the car for me. As soon as he pulled away from the curb, "What'd he say? What'd he say?" Gus asked.

I looked very seriously into Gus's eyes, turned away, looked down and said, almost in a whisper, "He says we need to fuck more."

"Sweetie, It's gonna be okay -- but -- WHAT??"

"He said I should take up running. He says exercise will help."

"MM-hmm! But that's NOT what you said at first!" He was grinning ear to ear. I broke out laughing.

"OH! You were shittin' me!"

"No. I wasn't." I said. "He told me we should have plenty of sex, and he was pleased when I told him that we both like top and bottom!"

"YOU TOLD him THAT??" He exclaimed. "Whatever possessed you to - "

"Haha! Actually he asked me! He wanted to be sure I am getting enough activity. Something about pheromones -- or something."

"Oh. Well, I'll be glad to oblige him -- er -- YOU!" He said, as he grabbed my crotch.

I screamed a little baby scream and said, "Home James!"

"So - - he actually TOLD you to have sex." Gus said, still not sounding convinced.

"You don't have a problem with that, do you?" I joked.

He pulled the car over, and took my hand, looked into my eyes and started to talk. "You -- you - " His eyes got glassy. "I've been so worried about you, Sweetie. I just want to be sure that you aren't -- aren't -- covering for me -- trying to -- `save' me from worrying -- or something. I want to know the truth, Cole."

"Hmh!" I muttered. "Gus, he told me that I'VE been worrying too much. No I'm not shittin' you. He really told me to get more exercise -- AND more sex -- TOP sex!." Then we kissed. It was broad daylight.

I thought about that, and for a moment wondered what people would think, but then said (to myself) "Fuck it!" and just closed my eyes and enjoyed kissing my sweetheart. "Now let's get on home so we can follow the doctor's orders!" We both laughed through our tears.

When we got home, Mom told us that Manolo was waiting in my room for us. When we walked in, he was sitting in the chair, with a book in his lap, He had fallen asleep. He woke up as we walked in. He sprang to his feet. "Oh! You're here!" He said in his thick European accent. I guess it was a Spanish accent, but it was so different from the usual Mexican accent we hear, it didn't seem Spanish.

I smiled and said, expectantly, "Yes -- and so are you!"

"Yes. Well -- I just wanted to talk to someone."

"About what?" I asked, after he didn't go on.

"Steve and me. We had a -- how you say it -- argument?"

I couldn't imagine either Steve or Manolo arguing, they were both so sweet. "What about?" I asked.

"His wife -- she is very nice - " He started.

"What? You know his wife that well?" I asked.

"I have been shopping with her. I have made food -- erm -- meals -- for them. Yes, I am a friend to his family."

"That must be hard. How do you -- er -- never mind. What do you need from us?" I said

"I feel too bad. So bad?" he said. "Anyway, I was -- mmm -- angry -- because he dis -- dis -- disrespect -- his wife!"

"Oh. What did he do, Manolo?"

"Please tell me if I am too -- um -- strict him."

"What happened?" Gus joined in.

"His wife -- she feels bad -- enfermo -- she is -- um -- ill." He continued, "He just left the house and did his business -- even when she is ill."

"Did he go to work?"

"Yes! When his wife is sick, he go to work! You see? See why I am peessed at him?"

"Was she too ill to care for herself?" I asked.

"No! That is not the -- when wife is ill, you stay home -- and care for her!"

"Did you ask his wife about that? Because she may have wanted him to go to work."

"No. She was ill. Any man would stay and take care of her."

"Maybe that's the way in Spain, Manolo." Gus said "Here, women are more -- independent -- than you are used to, maybe."

"In Spain, my father would never - "

"This is not Spain, Manolo. You cannot judge people here by Spanish standards."

He calmed down a little. "I -- um -- want to take him back to Spain with me."

"And leave his family?" I said.

"What does he want?" Gus said.

"He -- does not know."

"What do you mean -- `take him back to Spain'?"

"Something you do not know about me. I am very rich. I never have to work -- if I do not want to. I want to tell him I will take care of him -- all his life -- and I will be his -- and he will be mine."

"But five minutes ago you were telling us he was dissing his wife. And this made you pissed off. And now you want to take him from her? That doesn't add up, Manolo."

"But --

"I think I do." Gus said. "It's okay for you to disregard her feelings -- maybe because you're not married to her -- but not Steve. He can't do that? And if he agreed to go with you? Wouldn't that be dissing his wife?"

"This is not the same. I would make sure she is secure. I am very rich." Manolo protested.

"Just what do you mean by `very rich', Manolo?"

"My father has villas in every major city in Europe -- owns them -- in case we want to visit."

"Oh. So it is your father that is rich."

"He has given me -- and my brothers and sisters -- in account --enough to live on -- in any style we choose. I do not use this. It sits in my account. I like to work. When my father dies, we will have even more."

"Wow." I said. "And you think -- expect -- that you can just buy Steve?"

"You make it sound cheap. I - "

"It IS cheap!" Gus exclaimed. "This is America, Man, we don't operate that way!"

"You do not understand!"

"You're right! I don't! And no other self respecting American would either. Maybe in Spain you can buy people, but we made this illegal 150 years ago!"

He hung his head. "Americans are so much different. I will talk to him. I will ask him to go to Spain with me. We'll see who is different." He started to leave.

"Manolo -- why did you come here. Did you want our advice -- or input? Did you think we would agree with you?" I asked.

He turned. "Yes." He said to the floor.

"Manolo, I know that Steve loves you. He has told us that. But -- don't expect him to leave his family. I don't think he's do that -- for any price."

"Really? You think this is true?"

"I'd bet anything on it."

Manolo sat -- or rather almost fell down -- in the desk, which was next to the bedroom door. "I am very strong. This is what I told him -- before we -- did -- anything."

"What do you mean -- `strong'?"

"I told him what we were doing was not right. He did not want to do anything -- with me -- but be my Papi. But -- we got so close -- and I told him -- do not worry. I am strong. Nothing will happen."

"But - - you weren't." I said.

"I did not know I would feel -- like -- like I did -- like I do." His voice -- his whole presence -- was crying, but -- no tears. "I will leave now."

"You have to go?" Can't you stay for dinner?" I asked.

"No -- yes - - I mean -- I will go back to Spain. You are right. I cannot hurt Steve -- or his family."

"I think you should discuss this with Steve before you make any decision." Gus said. "He may not -- I mean -- maybe he isn't going to stay with her -- his wife -- anyway. Talk to him, Manolo."

"He should not leave her with young children!" Manolo insisted.

"I totally agree!" Gus said. "So -- what is it you want?"

"It is very -- umm -- hard -- to be so rich -- and still not have what I want! I want Steve! But I can not molest his family. (disturb his family?) Anywho, I can buy anything I want, but I can not have what I really want!" He sat down again, for about the third time. This time he put his hands to his face and wagged his head.

I squatted next to him, and put my hand on his knees, and said, "But you can't cry about it?"

"Men don't cry." He muttered.

I stood and pulled Manolo up with me. "Men DO cry -- in America!" I wrapped my arms around him, and gently pushed his head to my chest. He was short enough to do that. His body was stiff as a board. I stroked his back. Gus looked on with wonder. I invited him with my eyes to join us. He came up behind Manolo and hugged him from the rear.

I continued to rub his shoulders and neck, and Gus played with his thin hair. The warmth generated was so comforting -- to me -- and then to Manolo. His body softened and he relaxed in our arms. Then there was a sigh. His arms were around my waist, and they tightened their hold, as he nuzzled my chest. Then it happened. A very large sob. Then I felt my shirt get wet, as he started to shake and tears poured out of his eyes.

I didn't expect this. My dad opened the door, but when he saw what was going on, he silently closed it, nodding and winking at me.

"So - - will you stay for dinner?" I asked.

"(Sniff sniff) I -- can't let your parents -- see me -- like this."

"You can take your time to clean up your face."

"I am too embarrassed." He uttered.

"It's okay, dude. How did it feel -- the truth!"

"I cannot explain. It felt good and bad at same time. It felt free, but shameful. I - - I'm - - glad you did this -- to -- erm -- FOR me." He was looking directly into my eyes. I melted. I bent my neck down and kissed his wet cheeks. He met my kiss with his mouth. I momentarily freaked and looked across to Gus. He nodded. I kissed him back. He gave me some tongue. I moved to Gus's mouth and we kissed deeply.

Manolo turned between us and I felt his hard woody swipe past my own. He then kissed Gus, a deep passionate kiss. Gus's eyes never left my own. I lay my head on Manolo's back. We all relaxed a little more. Manolo sighed again, and voiced a little high pitched moan, as he lay his head this time on Gus's chest.

KNOCK KNOCK! "You guys about ready for dinner?"

"Be right there Dad!" I hollered back.

"I must go!" Manolo said.

"Noooooo. Don't - " He broke loose from us.

"Must go! Adios!"

He quickly walked out of my room and out of the house, shaking his head and waving off our importuning him to stay.

"Is your friend okay?" My mom asked. "I've set a place for him at the table."

"He's just -- um -- Spanish. He doesn't understand our culture."

"Oh."

That seemed to satisfy her. I wondered what -- if anything - he would be telling Steve.

After dinner Gus and I went out for a run. When we came back, there was a note from mom:

"Boys --

We went to Rod's to see the grandchildren. Be back in a couple hours.

-- Mom"

"I wonder how long ago they left?" Gus said.

"I don't know, but we were gone for 1 ½ hours, so -- we better hurry!" I answered.

We RAN to the bathroom and tore our clothes off, and got into the shower together. We were laughing and giggling all the way. As soon as the water warmed up, Gus said, "Wait a minute!" He cocked his head and looked at me. "Can I -- pee -- on you?"

I giggled. "I guess. It will wash off."

"C'mere!" He hugged me and kissed me. I felt some heat rolling down my legs. He groaned, as he caressed my butt, and kissed me even more passionately. "DUDE! You gotta try that!"

"What?"

"You gotta pee -- right now?"

"No. Well, maybe a little."

"Cole, that felt SOOooo good!"

"Hmm." I mused. "Well, I don't think I have much, but okay."

I kissed him again, and tried to let my pee go. "Can't do it."

"You CAN'T?" he exclaimed. "That's bogus. Try it again. Just relax!"

I tried to relax. I felt it want to come down, and as I tried more and more, I really felt like I needed to pee! But it wouldn't come. "Look, we can do this some other time. We need to get going!" I said.

We hurriedly dried each other off, and ran and hopped in the sack together. Hands were flying and before long he was cumming down my throat. "Your turn, Cole! I want you to fuck me like it is your last chance in the world!"

I was just about bursting -- both my balls and my bladder! I screamed, "I can't! I'm afraid I'll piss all over you if I -- I'll be right back. I ran into the bathroom.

"NO!" He yelled as he followed me to the toilet. He looked out the window. "No car in the garage, Cole! Hop in the shower -- quick!"

I started to turn on the water. "Not yet!? He commanded. He grabbed me and said, "Now! Let it go."

I had to go sooooo bad, and yet could not let it go in front of him! It hurt! "Just relax, Cole. He said gently. He stroked the hair on my neck as he gently held me. I got all tingly when he did that, and then felt a little squirt let go. He felt it too, since the shower was off. As it started to shoot up in the air -- or rather between the two of us -- on our tummies and chests, he held me closer and started to kiss me.

That made me relax a bit more and the pee started to shoot out hard. I closed my eyes and it seemed to have a mind of it's own. I felt that great feeling of emptying my bladder and at the same time, I was kissing this hunk in my arms. It was incredible that a piss could feel this good! He was squeezing my butt and playing tongue dueling with me, as I groaned and moaned my pleasure.

Then he turned on the shower. It was still mildly warm from our earlier shower. He stroked my iron-hard rod a couple times, then took some hair conditioner and stuffed some inside himself. Then he put some on my shaft and turned around, bracing himself on the shower wall, as he stuck his ass out at me. I eased myself into his waiting butt, and when I was fully in -- he groaned a little at first, as I started slowly pumping in and out.

I wrapped my arms around him and stroked his chest with one and his dick with the other. He was supporting both of us on the shower wall, as I grew more and more intense with my thrusting. I stroked him faster and faster at the same time. He came first. When he came, his butt clenched down tight on my rock-hardness and that put me over the edge. We were both cumming together, and crying out. Only once did I even think of the possibility that my parents may have come home.

When we were finished, his knees buckled and we slowly sank to the shower floor, the water running all over our heads, as we kissed each other as passionately as we has ever done. He then got up and stepped out of the shower, looking out the window.

"Garage is still empty." He said. He offered his hand to me and pulled me up. We stood again in the showers stream, and I felt the now-familiar warmth on my leg. He held me and moaned, then giggled. We washed each other gain and as we dried off, we saw dad's headlights enter the garage. He flipped off the bathroom light and picked me up and carried me to the bed. He gently laid me on the bed, then lay down behind me, and pulled me in close to him, kissing my neck. We heard footsteps coning down the hall.

"Shhh." We heard, as we pretended to be asleep. The door cracked open. My dad looked in on us. In the dark he could not see that I was looking directly at him. He whispered, "They're asleep," and closed the door. I felt a strong surge of love for my parents.

"Nice `run' we had!" Gus said.

"Yup!" I whispered back. "Just what the doctor ordered!"

When I got out of my last class the next day, Gus picked me up -- as usual -- and after he kissed me hello, he said, "We got a message on the cell phone. It's Steve. Wants to talk with us."

"Oh. I wonder if Manolo -- well, let's call him."

"Hello?" (It was Steve's wife.)

"Hi. This is Cole. Steve there?"

"No. I think he just left work. He said he was going to the gym. He was pretty upset by something Manolo said to him last night. Wants to work out the kinks, I guess." She said. I wondered why she couldn't help him do that. Gus drove by the gym. Steve was in the parking lot. He was visibly upset. When we stopped at his car, he jumped into ours.

"He's gone." He said. "I guess you're not surprised, huh?"

"He talked to us yesterday -- then left kind of abruptly." Gus said.

"What -- what did he s-s-say?" Steve asked, barely able to talk. His face was red and his eyes were brimming.

"He told us he was going to leave. He said he couldn't deal with you having a family. He told us he came over here knowing this, and thought he could deal with it -- but -- he couldn't."

"The problem is -- he got to know Edie. He couldn't look her in the face any longer while he was -- was -- doing me."

"He was just going to leave without seeing you, but we advised him -- told him -- to come and talk to you -- first."

"Well, he did. He told me -- well what I told you -- then said he was flying back to Spain this afternoon."

"Did he ask -- you -- to go with him?" I asked.

"No."

"Would you have -- gone with him?"

"I don't think -- no! I couldn't leave my family behind and go all the way to Spain. Why? What did he say?"

"He was going to ask you to go, but then decided not to. I told him to let you make that decision."

"This is so hard, Cole -- Gus! I -- I feel like I am in love from the very first time. And he is just -- going!"

"He loves you too, Steve." Gus said. "Do you want us to take you to the Airport?"

"Naw! I have no idea what airline he would take. You can't just walk in to an airport and walk on to a plane like that - - can you?"

"You can if you have enough money." I said. "Did you know that he is super rich?"

"Who -- Manolo? The paramedic? That's a joke!"

"No, he just does that to escape boredom. I believe him. And besides, I don't think he could lie! That's why he can't look your wife in the eye." I said.

Steve wiped his eyes, but more tears replaced those. "With him, I felt -- normal. Haha! Well, maybe normal isn't the term here! But I'm only 32, and I can't even keep it hard to make lo -- have sex with my own wife! But that was never a problem with -- Manolo."

"You can't fu-- -- I mean -- do it -- any more -- with your wife?" I said.

"Not without help."

"Help?"

"I have to use a cock ring to keep the blood in it while I finish the -- the -- act!"

"Oh." I said. I was confused. Seeing this he continued.

"Yeah. When I was young -- like you -- all I had to do was THINK about my own dick and it would get hard. You know -- like when you were in junior high and just looking at a carrot would pop you a woody at the school lunch table!?"

"O yeah!" I said. "It had a mind of its own!"

"Well, it still has a mind of it's own -- mine -- only it's more choosy now! It only pops up when it likes what it sees!"

"Wow!" I exclaimed. "and - - `it' doesn't like your wife any more?"

"It's not a matter of liking, Cole. And I still love the skyrockets finish when I cum with her. But I can't get it up any more just thinking -- or even looking at and feeling her body. Like I do -- er -- did with Manolo."

"Only Manolo?" He turned red. "What?" I said.

"No. Not only with Manolo." He said as he pushed `it' down.

"Well," I said, nervously laughing a little, "At least you know it still will works!"

Steve laughed too, and looked from me to Gus and back to me. I -- love -- my family. But sometimes -- I just wish I were like you guys!"

"Sometimes?" Gus said.

"Yeah. But - - only sometimes. When I am reading a bedtime story to one of my kids, or maybe just watching them sleep -- nothing can compare with that! When my little toddler clings to my neck -- nothing can compare with that."

"What are you gonna do, Steve?" Gus asked.

"I wish I knew. Edie has no idea how to be a wife -- or a mother. She doesn't exactly abuse them, but - - she just is mean -- it seems to me -- most of the time. I can discipline them, and they come back to hug me five minutes later. With her, she -- um -- humiliates them -- or something.

"When I yell at them -- yes, you DO have to yell sometimes -- I have to force myself to be strict about it. When she does it, it's like she's running them through with a sword, then turning the sword to make it hurt more. Sometimes I wonder if I should get them away from her. She does the same thing with me. She goes for the jugular."

"Why do you stay?" Gus asked.

"I -- I -- think that kids need a mom. Even a bad one -- as long as she is not abusing them."

"You don't think what she does is abuse? Sounds like abuse to me!"

"And If I go, I'd take them with me. And I sure as hell am never going to hook up with another woman. So -- the kids would be left without a mom -- or any woman in their life."

"Wouldn't they still see their mom?"

"I don't think she would even make the effort. She just can't handle kids."

I wanted to give him some advice, but what could I tell him. He had four kids! I didn't have any.

"So," Steve continued with a sigh, "I'll stay with her - - for now."

"I just can't - " Steve started but then broke into sobs. I put my hand on his knee. He threw himself on my chest. "Oh God! I feel like such an idiot!" he blubbered. "But -- but -- now I have to go home and act as if everything is ok - that I am not totally crushed by this."

"I think you're both idiots!" Gus said. I looked at Gus in disbelief. He backpedaled. "I mean -- uh -- I think he was an ass hole to just leave like that. But I think you should seriously think of leaving your wife. How can you ever be happy -- or even make her happy -- if you feel this way?"

"Can't do that!" Steve insisted. "You just don't understand! Maybe you never will. And - - I don't see Manolo as an ass hole either. He just is too soft hearted to break up a family. I could leave now -- but he would tell me to go back."

"He just told us he wanted to take you back to Spain with him, Steve!"

"I know. He told me that too. But he also told me that it was only a passing thought -- a wish. If I had known he was so rich, - I guess it would have made me consider it too -- but then I would still have turned him down. You can't know until you have a family of your own. NOTHING is as important as the family."

I looked bullets and darts at Gus and said, "I agree, Steve. We will be here when you need to talk."

"Thanks, guys. I'm sorry to burden you with all this crap of mine."

"No -- really, Steve. It's okay." Gus said. "If you need to talk, let us know -- any time." I smiled at Gus. He made a face at me.

Steve gasped and sighed again, then, "Thanks. But I think right now, I need more than talk!"

"What -- do you -- mean?" I asked -- afraid of the answer.

"You guys -- ever -- consider -- um -- a threesome?" Steve timidly asked. He was still hugging me. I wondered if he could feel the surge and bump I felt down below!

Notes: Where is this going? Will Manolo come back? Will Steve leave his wife? Will Kerry win the election? Well, by the next chapter, maybe all of these questions will be answered. Any comments may be addressed to Steve at s4d@hotmail.com. Thanks and love! Steve

Bottom line: Love will Rule in the end.