Date: Thu, 05 Dec 2002 11:17:58 -0500 From: Jeff Allen Subject: Love of a Lifetime Part 25 This is a fictional story dealing with love and consensual sexual activities between males. If you are not of legal age, reside in an area where viewing such material is illegal, or are offended by homosexuality and/or homosexual themes, leave this site now. The author retains all rights to this story. No reproductions or links to other sites are allowed without the permission of the author. Note: I owe a special thanks to Robb for doing the final proofreading and catching all those silly little errors that I missed. LOVE OF A LIFETIME PART 25 Sergei and I had sex a few times after that first night, and I was able to convince him we didn't need vodka or martinis EVERY time we got together. Actually, we became better friends than fuck buddies. He was an attractive guy, but there was something missing between us. We just didn't click that well sexually. After those few sessions where we ended up in bed, the rest of the times we got together just to hang out. Of course I told Andy about Sergei. He had a good laugh with the idea of all the toasting with vodka and martinis. Andy joined a gym in Evanston and got to know a few people from there, but most of them weren't gay. He did get a blow job in the steam room one night from some guy he'd never seen before and hadn't seen since. He told me the whole story over the phone. I was hard as a rock when he finished. So was he. We had our first phone sex as we both jacked off. It was okay, but I can't say I'd recommend it as a steady diet. Justin and Megan were spending even more time together than before leaving Larsen and me with the apartment to ourselves most of the time. Justin and I still studied for tests together since we had the same classes so I still saw him regularly. I thought Megan was a wonderful girl, and Justin seemed really happy, but I was lonely. Brian and Stephen came over some on the weekends. On one of those occasions we ended the evening in another threesome. The other times we just had a good time enjoying each others' company as friends. I ran into Jason Sherman on campus a couple of times. Each time he said that he wanted to talk, but he never came over or called. I also saw Brad Miller one time...or rather Brad saw me. It was the first week of March just before Spring Break. We'd had a snow storm, but most of the snow had melted leaving big puddles of slushy, muddy water near the curbs. I was walking back to the apartment after track practice thinking about a paper I had to write for a class. I looked up just as a Jeep Wrangler swerved from the traffic lane in the street into the water near the curb. In the instant before I received the ice cold shower of muddy water, I recognized Brad as the driver. I wheeled around to yell an obscenity at Brad's retreating jeep. He stuck his arm out the window and gave me the finger as he drove off. My trip to Illinois to see Andy over Spring Break was a near disaster. I flew up to Chicago on Friday night. Andy met me at the airport, and we had a great weekend. We made love several times; we played tourist visiting the natural history museum, the aquarium, and the art museum; we ate in some good restaurants, and we had a wonderful time being together. It all started down hill on Monday. Andy left the apartment before seven each day and wasn't home until at least seven or eight at night. When he did get home, all he wanted to do was eat and go to sleep. To make matters worse, he had an all day meeting on Saturday which was my last full day in Chicago. Maybe I was acting like a spoiled brat, but I'd hoped that he would take some time off work so we could be together. I felt like I was more of a burden to him that week than a relief. I tried to keep a good attitude, but there was a chill between us by Sunday when he dropped me off at the airport. I got back to my place late Sunday night. Larsen was next door at the Williamses. Justin was at Megan's. Andy wasn't home when I called to tell him I was back safely. I'd never felt that alone before. It felt like my life was unraveling. I cried myself to sleep. ********** I was really down in the dumps over the next two weeks. Andy and I weren't able to talk on the phone very much, and even when we did talk there was a distance in our conversations that had never been there before. I found I was more depressed after talking with him. I have never slept very much...four to five hours a night seemed to work for me, but now I was having trouble getting even that much sleep. I got back to the apartment on Friday evening after practice. Justin, of course, was out with Megan. Larsen greeted me with his usual tail wagging abandon, but I still felt lonely. I looked around the empty apartment, and knew I couldn't stay there. I notified the security company that had been keeping a watch on Andy's cabin, threw some things in a duffle bag, and was on my way to Carterville within ten minutes. The cabin would be just as empty as the apartment, but at least it was somewhere else. ********** It was one of those incredibly mild early spring days. Larsen and I did a morning run, and then he explored the area around the cabin checking out all of the new scents that had been deposited in the four months the place had stood vacant while I worked inside getting rid of the accumulated dust. A little before noon, I left Larsen at the cabin and drove to the cemetery in Carterville. The daffodils Andy and I had planted were blooming on either side of my mother's grave stone. I sat cross legged on the new spring grass and talked to her. She didn't answer, but the talking helped. I lost track of time sitting there on the grass. I was vaguely aware of a vehicle stopping nearby. "C.Z." I looked up. Justin was striding across the grass toward me. "Justin, what are you doing here?" He pulled me into a bear hug. "Man am I glad to see you! I got back to the apartment this morning, and you and Larsen weren't there. I figured you were out running some errands. When you didn't come back after a while, I checked and noticed that your toothbrush and stuff were gone. I thought maybe you'd gone out to Doc and Matt's so I called them, but they hadn't heard from you. I know you've been upset about Andy. I figured you'd come here." "You drove two hours for that?" "Yeah, man. I figured you wouldn't have left school if you hadn't been hurting over the Andy situation. If my brother's hurting, I need to be there for him." That opened the flood gates on my eyes. I hugged him and cried. "I don't know what's happening, Justin. I think I'm losing him. What can I do?" "Pull it together, man. Let's go back to your place, and then you can cry on my shoulder all you want. I'm here to listen." And that's just what we did. We sat on the couch, and Justin held me as I poured out my fears and concerns about losing Andy. I don't know if I made any sense when I was trying to talk between the sobs, but having Justin there made it all seem okay. I even told Justin that I was afraid of losing him to Megan. He pulled away slightly to look at me before pulling me back into a tighter hug. "C.Z., I think I love Megan. She may be the girl for me. I've never felt this way about any other girl, but she can't take the place of my brothers...all of them and that includes you." "I know I'm being real immature about this. I know we're great friends. I guess with feeling like I might be losing Andy, I didn't want to lose you too. I'm a little jealous." "Megan and I had a long talk last night about a lot of things. She's been a little jealous of you too. I guess knowing that you're gay and that I have two gay brothers had her a little concerned. I think we got that settled. We both need to recognize some space for the other. I need to be with my friends sometimes and she needs to be with her's. I'd really like for you and Megan to get to know one another. You may be having to deal with one another for a long time to come." "Does she know where you are?" "Yeah. I told her I was coming over to try to find you. She was worried about you too. I'll call her in a bit to let her know that we're staying here tonight." We sat on the couch the rest of the afternoon talking. At dusk, we went into town for dinner because I couldn't find anything in the cupboards except a couple of bottles of wine left over from New Years. When we got back to the cabin after dinner I opened one of the bottles of wine while Justin built a fire in the fireplace. We sat in front of the fire sipping on the wine and leaning in to one another. When the wine was gone, Justin pulled me up to my feet and led the way into the bedroom. We shed our clothes on opposite sides of the bed and then crawled under the covers. Our naked bodies met in the middle of the bed. Justin kissed me gently on the lips before wrapping me in his arms. I felt his cock begin to harden against my hip. I knew he could feel mine growing against him. "I love you, C.Z." "I love you too, Justin. Thanks for coming to get me." "All part being your brother. Good night, man." "Night, Justin." I fell asleep with my nose pressed into the patch of hair between Justin's pecs. I slept better than I had for weeks. ********** We drove back to school the next day. Justin and I studied some for organic chemistry in the afternoon. Megan came over for dinner that evening. Justin told us he was cooking dinner for both of us and insisted that we stay out of the kitchen. We knew what he was trying to do...get Megan and me to spend some time together. Unfortunately, I also knew that Justin was a terrible cook. His range of culinary capability was at it's limit putting a frozen dinner in the microwave. Megan and I watched nervously from the living area of the apartment. "Megan, has Justin ever cooked anything for you?" "No. I didn't think he could cook." "He can't." We looked at each other. The agreement passed silently between us. We went into the kitchen area and each of us took one of Justin's arms. Megan kissed him on the cheek. "Nice try, sugar, but C.Z. and I want you to go outside and play with Larsen while we get dinner." "Go, man. If I let you cook, all three of us would end up in the hospital having our stomachs pumped." The little rat flashed a big grin. "Come on Larsen. We've been saved!" Once Larsen and Justin were outside playing, Megan and I set out making dinner. She and I worked easily together. Both of us knew that our getting along was important to Justin so we tried. It worked. By the time dinner was ready and we called Justin in from the backyard, I felt like Megan and I were on our way to being friends. ********** The next weekend was Easter, and we had both Good Friday and Easter Monday off from school. All of Justin's family was getting together at their beach place. Justin insisted that Megan and I go down with him. I made arrangements with the Williams kids to dogsit Larsen over the weekend. Megan was nervous about meeting Justin's family. He and I tried to reassure her on the way down, but it didn't seem to work. However, after only a couple hours down at the beach, she seemed to fit right in with everyone and appeared completely at ease. The Barneses has a talent for making people feel welcomed. When Justin said his whole family would be there, he meant the WHOLE family! There were fourteen people at the place. Mom and Dad Barnes had one of the front bedrooms. Brother Jerrod and Tom, his partner, had the other front room. Sister Beth and her husband Joe were in one of the back bedrooms with sister Susan, Megan, and David's new girlfriend JoEllen in the other. That meant Justin, David, Brian, Susan's boyfriend Adam Parks, and I were up in the loft. Megan, JoEllen, and Adam were a little overwhelmed by the closeness and amount of physical contact in the Barnes Family. Adam also seemed uncomfortable at first with Jerrod and Tom being an openly affectionate gay couple and the fact that he was sharing sleeping space with Brian and me who made no secret about our being gay. I watched him become more comfortable with the situation over the course of the weekend. On Monday morning when everyone was leaving to go back to their homes, he joined in the round robin of hugs and kisses without hesitation. ********** When we got back to school Monday evening, Kevin Williams told us that there had been another gay bashing incident over the weekend. The victim this time was Tim Walters, a friend of Brian and Stephen from the soccer team. Tim had stayed in the dorm over the Easter break. He was the only person on his hall of the dorm so no one heard or saw the attacker. Tim was asleep Sunday night when someone entered his room and hit him. When he recovered consciousness he was blindfolded, gagged, and tied face down and spread eagle on his bed. The attacker beat him with a rubber hose or rubber rod before raping him, trashing the room, and leaving. Tim's roommate found him Monday morning when he returned to campus. Tim had some damage to his kidneys from the beating and some tearing around his anus from the rape. The attacker had worn gloves and a condom so there was no possibility of getting DNA evidence from semen or fingerprints. Once again, the State Police and Campus Security were stymied in their investigation, and this new attack brought near panic to the gay community on campus. The rape was a new element in the attack. The monster was becoming more dangerous with each attack. If the criminal meant to intimidate and demean his victims, it worked on Tim Walters. He left school. (To be continued)