We got to the hospital. They rushed Mr. Smathers into the ER. It seemed an eternity before they came out to talk to us. The doctor said that they had stablized Mr. Smathers. It seems as though they had lost him a couple of times, but were able to bring him back. The doctor said that at that point and time, they could not figure out what was wrong with him, but they were going to keep him for observa- tion.
He asked us who his family doctor was and we told him. He said that he would be contacting his doctor and they probably would be running tests on him to try to determine what had cause the problem.
They transferred Mr. Smathers to the ICU. We were allowed to see he, but only 2 at a time and for only 10 minutes. Jeremy and I went in together; I on one side of the bed, Jeremy on the other. Mr. Smathers looked terrible with all those tubes sticking out of him.
I wanted to grab Mr. Smathers and not let him go, but I knew that I couldn't do that so I gently held his hand. "I love you, Mr. Smathers," I whispered. He barely squeezed my hand in acknowledgement of my whisper. Nothing else was spoke during the remaining minutes of our visit. Tears were streaming down my eyes by the time we were told it was time.
The next few days were pure hell. Test after test were taken and then came the waiting to see if the next test would reveal anything. Finally, the blood tests came back which resulted in our finding out that Mr. Smathers had Leukemia.
He had his ups and downs with the disease. He even went back to teaching. He loved teaching. He loved the kids that he had taught over the years (the 4 of us were the only ones that he ever got sexually involved with and that was our choice).
The next 4 years proved to be a battle for us. Mr. Smathers insisted that we not put ourselves on hold while he battled this disease. He insisted that we all go to college which we did. All 4 of us decided to take up a career in education and I, of course choose to go into History education.
It was the summer after our graduating from college that Mr. Smathers lost his battle to Leukemia. All 4 of us were at his bedside when he passed away. Tears flooded my eyes. We finally had to be ushered out of his room so they could make preparations.
His funeral was well attended, so well attended that it was held in the school gymnasium. After the funeral. We went home.
Once we got home, I went straight upstairs, got undressed and slid under the blankets of Mr. Smathers' bed. I huddled under the blankets silently crying. Jeremy came in. He, too, got undressed and slid under the blankets beside me.
"Hold me Jeremy," was the only thing that I said. Jeremy gently placed his arms around me and kissed my forehead. He reached his hand down to my softened cock. I put my hand down to his hand to stop him. "Just hold me."
"Okay," he said as he stopped his advancement,"I only thought..."
"I know," I replied, "you were going to try to take my mind off of today. I really appreciate that, but all I want right now is to be held."
With that we held each other. Tears streamed down my eyes and Jeremy gently kissed them away. Oh how I was going to miss Mr. Smathers. Oh how I still miss Mr. Smathers and it has now been 30 years since Mr. Smathers passed away.
Since I majored in History, I replaced Mr. Smathers as History teacher at the school the we had attended. Jeremy is also teaching there and is now the head baseball coach.
Jeremy and I are now fathers to two handsome young men that we adopted (don't anyone get any perverted ideas out there. We wouldn't have given a second thought to harming those boys in any way, shape or form.) Like most parents, we were involved in our boys' lives.
I can remember the one night that our youngest boy came into our bedroom he, was about 12 at the time. He jumped in bed with us. He was laying his head on my chest and then he looked up at me and asked, "Daddy, why do I have two daddies?"
I was blown out of the water with that question. "Well, it's like this son," I looked at Jeremy, he was smirking at me being thankful it was me who was asked this question and not him, "Daddy Jeremy and I are gay. Do you know what gay is, son?"
"Yes, Daddy. That means you don't like girls, but you like boys." I had to laugh alittle.
"Well, let's not put it quite like that, okay?" I tassled his hair a little. Let's just say that Daddy Jeremy and I love each other like your friend Derrick's mommy and daddy love each other."
"Oh, okay. Is it okay if I like girls, Daddy? I don't have to like boys, too, do I?"
I chuckled, "No, son, it's okay if you like girls. Actually, I'm hoping that one day you and your brother make us proud grandparents."
"How do I do that, Daddy?"
"Oh, shit," I thought to myself, "now I've done it."
"Yeah, Daddy Jimmy, "just how does that happen?"
"I think we'll save that for another day," I replied, giving Jeremy a look that would kill.
I kissed our youngest on the forehead, Jeremy kissed him on the forehead and we sent him on his way. Now with two young men running around in our presence, Jeremy and I had to be more careful with our sexuality, so we turned out the lights and crawled under the cover and......
Our sons accepted our sexuality as normal for us. They on the other hand were as straight as straight could be, which was okay with us. They both ended up beautiful young ladies. They, too, accepted Jeremy and I as who we were.
They blessed us with 7 grandchildren and have already told us that they were stopping, lol, that we would have to wait for great- grand children.
Holidays are great around our house (which I inherited from Mr. Smathers). Yet, there isn't a holiday that goes by that I don't think of Mr. Smathers. After the days festivities are over, I go upstairs undress and crawl under the cover of Mr. Smathers' bed. Jeremy knows now that when a holiday ends that's where he can find me. He, too, then undresses and joins me, but now he knows to only hold me, gently kissing my forehead as he holds me.
Jeremy and I will enjoy our remaining days together. Our families will grow and there will be great-grandchildren, I'm sure. However, I never will forget the love that Mr. Smathers and I had for each other. It was somewhere between lovers and father and son, but that probably won't be another story.
THE END