This is a work of pure fiction, based on the author's feelings, beliefs, and in some cases, experience. There may be graphic sexual encounters at times between men, so if this offends you, you are invited to retreat.
If you are too young or it is otherwise illegal for you to be reading this kind if story, shame on you for reading it - - please stop here. If not, - - ENJOY!
Cast of Characters:
Cole Alexander Stephanson IV -- Our hero
Jazz -- (Jack Zachary) Coles oldest brother
Diane -- Jazz's wife
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 -- Cole's Boyfriend
Michelle -- Cole's old girlfriend.
Dexter -- Iggy's boyfriend
Ed -- Paramedic
Manolo -- Paramedic
Steve -- Manolo's boyfriend
Randy -- Found Boy
Curtis -- Found boy's brother
Kian Willis-- Friend in Vancouver
Nicolas Poole-- Friend in Vancouver
Howard Poole -- Nicolas's Father
Christian -- the pool guy
Boyd -- the pilot
Chapter 26
"Geez, Dad!" I exclaimed. "What if it was the other way around? What if a guy was actually positive and tested negative?"
"Probably happens."
"That's not right. That's not fair!" I complained.
"Fair? Is it fair that you might be blind? Is it fair that millions in the world are miserable, living under tyranny?"
"Guess not. Why would a loving God let these things happen?"
"I guess in order to allow us to make free choice, He has to allow for some error, Son."
"Why do we need free choice?
"Well, it's sometimes hard to completely understand, but - - the whole reason for why we are here -- I believe -- is to teach us love. I believe that God is all about love. And love cannot be forced. So we are allowed to choose for ourselves what we will do. And some choose to kill others. And some choose to withhold love from others."
"That accounts for what people do to each other. How about in the case of disease -- or like my blindness?"
"I can't answer it all, Cole. I think that this free choice thing is allowed to go to its natural end. I think that God operates on natural principles. And as such, he doesn't intervene when someone makes a disastrous error in judgment. In the Bible it tells of a 7-year curse upon a family that has evil in their midst. This isn't a curse that God put on them. It is the natural outcome of the evil person's actions. It affects his or her family for 7 generations -- before it can be purged. It is not a law, only the normal outcome."
"How does that make me blind!" I said it with more bitterness than I realized.
"<sigh!>"
"Sorry Dad."
"No, it's okay. I wish I had an answer for you. Maybe --- maybe there was something -- a bad choice or a mistake or something -- that someone made some generations past -- that made us all susceptible to whatever weakened you. I don't know. I just know that God allows free choice to allow us to choose good or bad and ultimately to choose to love. To love Him and to love each other."
"Well, I sure know what love is! I love you and Mom, and Jazz and Rod. And Gus!"
"You see? Who knows why God lets things happen as they do. As far as I can tell, Gus loves you more than anything! More than himself. And maybe that would be obvious anyway, but the fact that you quite possibly might lose your sight -- and he still stays with you -- that has to show you what kind of love he has for you, Cole. I can't imagine that God would use your blindness for any kind of reason, but I don't know."
"I know. I wonder how I can repay Gus for that kind of love."
"You can't. It isn't possible -- or required. I don't think he loves you any more than you love him. It's just that he loves you in spite of your physical handicap. I don't even know if Gus HAS any handicaps, but no one is perfect. Maybe the way you can show him how much you love him or pay him back is to LET him serve you when -- and if -- the time comes."
"Let him serve me?"
"Sure. There are not many things a person loves better than to serve his sweetheart."
I thought for only a moment. "Yeah, I guess you're right."
"Hi Cole! Hi Dad!" Said Gus, walking in.
"Hi Gus," Dad said. "Have a good nap? I was just about to get a bite to eat. You guys want a grilled cheese?"
"Sure!" we answered together.
"Dude, we need to go and register for next semester tomorrow." Gus said.
"Oh!" I replied. "Guess I should think about if I'm gonna change my major."
"I was thinking the same thing, Cole. Whaddaya think?"
"I think I'm gonna go for it. I've just been talking to Dad. Oh Gus, he loves us both so much!"
"Yeah, I can feel it. I dunno if my dad will ever understand."
"My dad doesn't understand, Gus. He just loves us regardless."
"Ph! Yeah - - I know."
"Oh sweetie, I didn't mean to bum you out."
"I know." He said. "My dad -- my parents - " He clouded up.
"Gus -- I love you so much. And if you didn't love your folks, you wouldn't care." I held him in my embrace.
"GUYS! LUNCH IS READY!" Dad yelled from the kitchen.
We walked out to the kitchen and Gus walked straight to my dad. Dad was about to sit down when Gus gave him a bear hug. Feeling the moment, Dad put his arms around Gus. Gus put his head on Dad's shoulder and buried his face in his neck. Dad gave me a look. I just shook my head and grimaced/smiled.
We ate our lunch in relative silence.
Gus and I went for a little run/walk after lunch. We stopped for a moment at Rex's goal post. We didn't declare a moment of silence. It just happened. We walked by Gus's parents house. It was late afternoon, and getting dark. Lights were on in the house. We could see his dad sitting at the table, probably reading a paper or something, while his mom was bustling around the kitchen. Gus took several laborious breaths, and then we walked on in silence.
When we got home, Mom told us that there was some dinner in the fridge -- to microwave when we were ready for it. "Your father says he wants to take me and Randy for dinner and a movie! Can't pass that up, now, can we?" We figured you two wouldn't mind some time to yourselves. My parents were the sweetest in the world!
As soon as their car started down the street, Gus's arms came around me from the rear. He kissed my neck and caressed my chest. "Ohhhh, Cole. I really need you tonight!" I felt wetness on my neck.
"I know. Me too." I went to the CD player and our favorite Josh Groban CD was in, so I left it and turned it up. We danced and kissed each other tenderly. Gus is so romantic -- for an otherwise sweaty football star! As we danced, he sucked on my neck -- not enough to leave a mark, just enough to really turn me on and tell me he loves me so much.
Since I started nibbling and licking his ears, he is so careful to keep them free of extra skin on the outside and ear wax on the inside. And as soon as I come near an ear, his sharp intake of breath lets me know he appreciates it. I love to breath ever so slightly into an ear and listen to his high pitched, nearly inaudible moan.
I usually am gratified with a caress somewhere on my body. Some times it's my face, sometimes my tummy, and others it may be parts south of there. That I never know is always fun. I always know something is coming, and am always surprised where he strikes. This particular day, he pinched my nipple a little. It was my turn for a little shriek.
He breathed a little chuckle in my ear, sending a shiver to my toes. "Gotcha, Sweetie!" He whispered in my ear. Josh was singing something in Italian that we couldn't know, but it was smooth and sexy and romantic. Gus put his hand on my back and dipped me down low, then kissed my lips with his soft, smooth, wonderful lips.
I sighed and relaxed my head and neck, and lost my balance, and he picked me up and carried me to the bedroom and as he gently lay me on the bed, he also deftly lay himself on top of me. We kissed there for a long time. I don't really know, because Time lost all meaning.
HE rolled us to our sides, facing each other. I unsnapped and unzipped his jeans, knowing there was something struggling to be released. He rolled over to his back, and I unbuttoned his shirt, removing it first, then his jeans. His shoes were already off, but his socks were still on.
It was always a service -- a act of love - to remove his socks. His feet sweated profusely and though the rest of his body smell was lovely to me, his feet did stink. I loved doing this little service for him. By the time we were involved this day, his foot smell had grown on me, and it represented something good, so I really didn't mind.
He closed his eyes and moaned as I peeled off his damp socks. He lay there stretched out before me in no more than his boxer shorts with his generous meat poking though the fly. I smiled into his eyes. He smiled back, his eyes quickly darting to his crotch and back to my eyes. I hugged his butt and torso, putting my face on his tummy, just above the head of his manhood.
I kissed his tummy, sucking in some of the fine hair there, then worked my way to his nipple. I sucked and tongued one then the other, and he moaned and sighed with delight. Then I went back to his tummy and nosed inside his navel, as my slight days beard grazed the top of his dick. He let out a shriek, and gently pushed my head toward its destination.
I licked at the head, then popped it into my mouth, teasing the corona with my lips, as my tongue tried in vain to enter his pee hole. His body was quivering, as he involuntarily massaged my hair, his head and neck stretched to its limit. "Oh God, Cole, take it all!" He begged.
I giggled and as I went down to his pubes, I put my already wetted finger deep in his quivering anus. His hands shot to his face as he grimaced and squealed. I left his dick wholly in my mouth, and sucked on it as if it was a titty, while repeatedly thrusting my finger in and out, his boxers still intact on his hips.
His body was begging me to finish the job, but he knew better. I suddenly jumped from his dick to his mouth. He kissed me fiercely, rolling me over and pinning me, all the while his tongue fencing with my own. He ground his pelvis into my own. We moaned in unison. "We gotta get you outa those clothes" he said, breathily.
He almost tore all my clothing off, and ripped off his underwear in one movement! His hands were everywhere at once. He immediately attacked my dick with his mouth. He was more worked up that I realized, as he repeatedly bobbed on my hardness. I started to breathe in short jerky breaths, so he stopped and lifted my legs over his shoulders.
I relaxed and opened my anal sphincter as much as possible, and he eased carefully in. He thrust slowly at first and as he picked up speed, I started to jack my own off. It didn't take much before both of us were crying out and screaming in our ecstatic excitement. He closed the gap on my hand with his body, and he kept thrusting, and I moved my hand, letting the cum and the friction of his wild gyrations bring me to my full orgasmic potential.
Suddenly he fell on top of me, both of us huffing and puffing and gasping for air. He rolled off me and then I grabbed him and almost violently attacked his lips with mine. We breathed hard and sucked on each others mouth for a good three minutes, while our lungs and our hearts struggled to return to normal. "Oh my God, Cole! I never want anyone else! No one but you, Dude!
"I know, sweetie, I know!"
It was still pretty early. Josh was still singing, though I have no idea how many times the CD repeated. "Hey!" I said, "You up for some pizza?"
"Oh God, yes! I am so hungry! But didn't your mom leave something?"
"She won't care. Sometimes -- like now -- a performance deserves greasy pizza -- and a few beers!"
"Hell yeah! And we can go to the Creamery for dessert!"
"Haha! And some people think a cigarette is good after a good fuck!" I teased.
"Cole! Such language!" Gus chided me jokingly.
"Well, it's as you said, sometimes you just have to say it as it is! But you know what I think?"
"What?" he said.
"A cigarette is to make up for the disappointment of a less than spectacular performance. Pizza, beer, and ice cream is reward!"
We both laughed, as we headed for the shower.
Of course once in the shower, and knowing we were all alone, we couldn't just leave each other alone! We both found our ways to our knees at least once and after cumming twice already, Gus coaxed some more out of me as he rinsed off the soap. He lathered me up again with my own cum.
We decided to order a combination pizza delivered, instead of going out. Gus wanted to turn on a football game. I was not really interested, but I sat there and watched with him -- or rather mostly watched him watch. He was particularly engrossed as the doorbell chimed. I arose to retrieve and pay for the pizza. I mostly hid behind the door because we were both still naked. The pizza guy was obviously trying to get a look. Not only at me, but from the slightly open door, he could see Gus's buff body on the couch -- or rather only his legs.
When I got back, the TV was off and he was looking repentant. "What's wrong?" I said.
"Cole, I know you aren't interested in football -- at least a team you don't know. I'm sorry! And - - you were really teasing that pizza boy, weren't you?"
"I wasn't trying to." I walked over to the TV and turned it on. "Believe it or not, I was enjoying watching you watch the game. You are so hot, young man!" He smiled and turned his attention to the TV again, a loving smile on his face, as I handed him a slice of pizza. I went to the fridge and got a couple beers, opened them and handed one to him. He was already ready for his second slice of pizza. I handed it to him.
I grabbed one for me, and with the other hand a beer. I studied his face, his body, his movements so carefully. I wanted to remember them, in case someday I needed to "see" him after -- -- after things went dark for me. I didn't feel even a small regret. All I could feel was love for this hunk sitting on my couch, looking like he was at least half testosterone. My insides did a flip, as his naked body jumped up and he yelled at the TV. He looked my way, grinned and winked. I laughed and said, "God, I love you, Gus Hartwin!
I continued to watch him as he yelled and reveled at his team. I could never get so excited about a game, but I could enjoy his enthusiasm. It was almost catching -- almost! It was definitely sexy! He was, after all the star quarterback in our senior year of high school.
"Gus? How come you didn't play football at UCLA?"
"I thought about it. Coulda maybe gotten a scholarship too! But our last couple games I looked around the team sitting on the bench. There were so many guys in neck braces! I was lucky not to get fu -- er -- messed up myself. Man I sure was at the bottom of pile-ups more than once! It was during the last game I decided not to go for it.
"I had already studied enough premed college prep courses to know that injuries early in life really screw a guy up later. I probably have a few, even as careful as I was. Well, I WASN'T all that careful. Lucky was a better word for it. Coach was pissed! Rex was beside himself! He was never quite fast enough to make a major team, and that was the one thing he hated about me. He called me a pussy! I guess in a way I was."
"I'll take your pussy any day!"
"What??" He laughed.
I laughed when I realized what I said. "You know what I mean! I'll take you as you are! I want you to be healthy and strong. God knows I may need it someday!" The anger and frustration in my voice surprised me.
Gus moved over closer to me. He picked up a piece of pizza and fed me a bite. "Dude! I'll take care of you! And I know if the time comes that I need care, you will do it for me!"
I wanted to scream. I thought about my feelings yesterday, as I contemplated the thought of life without Gus. I wanted to erase yesterday! Yesterday he thought he had HSV II, and I faltered! I actually thought of the possibility that if we split up -- but we will never split up -- will we?
"What is it Cole? What's bugging you?"
I swallowed my bite and said, "Do you think -- I wonder -- do other guys -- many guys -- feel as -- well, I mean, are we more in love than most couples?"
"Uh -- I don't exactly know what you're asking. Don't you think everyone -- every couple -- is different?"
"I'm talking about gay couples. Do you think we are more committed than -- most other gay couples?"
"Ooohhh! I see! Have you been worrying about that?"
"I've been thinking about it. Gus, from what I see, most relationships don't last -- gay or straight. But it seems like gay -- gay MEN couples in particular -- just don't often stay together. Look at Dave and Jerry down at the club. They seemed like they would stay together forever! Perfect for each other! They were together 10 years, weren't they? And I heard that just last week -- they split!"
"The only place we have seen them was at that juice club, Cole. We don't know what their life was like. I think we have as good a chance -- no BETTER -- than anyone I've seen. Well, maybe not better than your parents!" He smiled. "Man they seem to have what it takes! I'm hoping that it has rubbed off on you! I sure as hell have NOT been given a good example by my parents!
"But you know what, Cole? I've been a good observer. I hope that counts for something. And living here with your parents -- has changed my outlook in a lot of ways! Good ways! I love them like they were my own. Dammit Cole I think I love them MORE than my own! Please never, never leave me. If I start doing something that bugs you -- tell me. Or if something that I have done all along bugs you more than it used to, tell me. Maybe we can work through things that way."
"Things? Are there things?" I asked.
"If there aren't, there will be. You know that, Dr. Stephanson. Let's not hold things in. Like, you don't like me to use foul language. It's HARD, Cole! I may get frustrated sometimes, but don't give up on me. I don't have the vocabulary you do. But I can learn."
"Your language is a small irritation."
"But small irritations grow. Let's not let them!"
"Okay. So ... what small irritation should I work on?"
"Well, I wish the HELL you'd use the word `FUCK' more often!"
We both laughed hard at that! Then I said, "I'd rather do it than say it!"
"What - - again? 3 times in an hour isn`t enough for you?"
"Oh! I'm sorry!" I crooned. "Is the macho football star too tired?"
"OOoo! You're gonna pay for that!" And he attacked me and took me more violently than ever before. He was wild! He threw me on the couch and savagely punched through my anus. I screamed and then pulled him closer as he pounded it home. When he was finished, he was crying.
"Oh, Cole! Baby! I am sorry. I am so sorry! I didn't mean for it to - "
"Gus, that was so hot! I never knew that I could - "
"But -- but -- I was out of control! Something savage took over. I don't ever want to - "
"Gus! Look at my tummy and chest! What do you see?"
"Um -- -- oh ! Cum?"
"Duh! Yeah! You completely took me by surprise and it was so primitive - - I was so turned on by it! I spontaneously combusted!
"Dude, I don't know what to say."
"Sweetie, it's not something I would want a steady diet of -- but it was hot -- obviously!"
He kissed me deeply and then started to lick up all the cum he could find on my torso.
"Omigod! We forgot the towel! We didn't make a mess on the couch did we?" He said.
He got off me and I got up. There was a brown and red stain on my mom's almost white couch cushion!
"Shit!"
"Kinda looks like it. And blood!" I said. I unzipped it and took the stuffing out. We went in to the bathroom and ran water through it. All the brown came out immediately, but the red was tough. I added a little soap and rubbed it. Finally all the red, then the pink was gone, but there was a rough spot where I rubbed it so hard. I dried it with a hair dryer. The spot was rough and stretched out a bit. We put the stuffing back and zipped it up, then put the rough spot face down. Oops!
We cleaned up the pizza and beer cans from the coffee table, and watched the end of the game. Well Gus watched the end of the game. I watched Gus!
And - - the night was still young!
Notes: Okay okay! I was horny! Well, writing THAT chapter didn't make it go away! I'll be right back ... Kidding! As always, if you want to write, please do: stevethomas535@hotmail.com. I love hearing from you! Thanks and love, Steve