Date: Wed, 22 Dec 2021 05:27:58 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jonathan <tryitlikeit27@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Hospital - Chapter Two

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This is a story of a middle aged man and a teenage boy who have nasty
encounter and then five years later meet again under totally different
circumstances. This awakens some unfamiliar yet pleasurable feelings for
both of them. This story is not just a 'we suck, we fuck, we do it again'
story, although the sexual activity does increase as the story continues,
but it also explores the developing relationship between the two of them
and their sexual exploits.







A Visit to the Hospital Chapter Two "You Can Never Go Home Again"



I was home recovering nicely and catching up on all the foundation business
that had been neglected while I was in the hospital. It took a couple of
days but by the end of the third day I was sitting by myself eating supper
when I realized just how lonely I was. Throwing myself into the charity
work 10 - 12 hours a day since my wife passed had consumed most of my
waking moments. But now it was different. The stay in the hospital made me
face the reality of just how fragile life can be. And spending so much time
with Lance and connecting with another human being every day left an
emptiness in my soul now that he was seemingly out of my life. Was it
loneliness or affection that made me miss him so much? I couldn't put a
finger on it but tomorrow I was going to find out.

I woke early and took care of any urgent foundation business so I could
leave the house at 2:00 and stop at the hospital. On the way I stopped and
got two big bouquets of flowers and a big box of assorted chocolates, a
thank you to Nancy and to the floor nurses. Actually my excuse for going
back to the hospital in hopes of a 'chance' encounter with Lance. Nancy
wasn't in her office so I left a note with her flowers.

	"Thanks for all your help and good care. If you need anything,
please call."

Then I went to the floor I was on, looking for Lance at every corner. I got
to the nurse's station without finding him anywhere. Probably in a room
helping a patient in need. The nurses were all making a big deal over the
flowers and the chocolates and had to call all of the nurses to the station
to thank me for the gifts.

	"No, it is I who is thanking all of you. My stay here was
comfortable and your care was top notch."

	"Lance was responsible for most of your care. He's the one you
should thank."

	"Is he working today? I didn't see him on my way here."

	"He's probably down in the day room. He's been kind of off his game
the last few days. Go see if you can find him there."

I went down the hall to the day room, a nice well outfitted room with lots
of windows and a great view of the city. Sure enough, there was Lance
sitting and staring out the window. In a deep and authoritative voice I
loudly said,

	"Excuse me, Mr. Winthrop, don't you have patients you should be
taking care of?"

He was startled and jumped up and turned around as he stammered,

	"Yes, of course . . .  sorry sir . . . I'll get right . . "

I started to laugh at his reaction.

	"Chris! I've missed you. What brings you back here? Are you okay?"

	"Yes, I'm fine. I just wanted to stop back and thank those who took
care of me while I was here. I left flowers and chocolates and the nurse's
station and they told me I could find you here. I couldn't leave without
thanking you as well."

	"I'm so glad you did. I didn't think I'd ever run into you again."

I wasn't sure how far I should take this or what exactly I was going to say
to him. I hadn't thought this out very well, other than an excuse to get
back to see him.

	"You're not getting rid of me that easy. You'll never know when or
where I might show up."

Then I winked at him. Damn, that was forward of me. It felt right but it
also felt weird. Winking at a fifteen year old hunk. Wait, how did I just
describe him? A hunk? Well he certainly is as I stand here looking at him.

	"So go back to the station, smell the flowers and have a
chocolate."

	"I have a better idea, if you've got some free time. My mother is
going to be at a meeting of donors all evening and I'll be eating dinner
alone. Would you like to come home with me and have dinner at my house?"

	"That wold be wonderful. But instead, let me take you out to a nice
restaurant instead. My treat."

I was worried what his mother would think if she came home and found me in
the house alone with her son. I assume she'd know it was cordial, but
better safe then sorry. I only knew his mother superficially and didn't
want to get the wrong idea.

	"Awesome! I'm done for the day so let's go. I'll stop at the locker
room and get changed into my civilian clothes."

I followed him to the elevator and down to the basement floor. He was so
excited, h skipped out of the elevator and down the hall to the locker
room.

	"Come on, keep up," he chastised me.

We got to the locker room door and opened it and yelled in,

	"Man in the room!" Turning back to me, "It's a co-ed locker room
but the lock is broken on the door. We just yell out and try and have
someone guard the door until we're done. I don't shower here, just change
my clothes."

He held the door for me to enter before him and then closed it tight. Being
alone with him when he was going to be undressing made my stomach jittery
and my palms sweaty. I tried to tell myself there was no reason for
this. I've been in plenty of lockers rooms with naked men before of all
shapes and sizes with no issues.

I stood by the door and Lance went over to his locker. He was still talking
ninety miles per hour and I couldn't make out exactly what he was saying. I
moved away from the entry way and into the locker room proper. From there I
could watch the door and Lance as he undressed. He took off his hospital
uniform and stood there with just a tight fitting pair of briefs. He folded
his uniform and stowed it in his locker, glancing back to me as he
chatted. His smile, his tussled blond hair from removing his shirt, his
muscular arms and smooth chest. A bush of whispy blond hair in his arm pits
blending into a covering a light hair over his upper body. Just below his
navel a happy trail disappeared behind his waistband. His white jockey
shorts were bulging with the package they were containing. He maybe only
fifteen, but he certainly has an impressive manhood between his
legs. Speaking of which, his legs were strong and toned. None of this
magnificent body was evident underneath the baggy hospital uniform I was
accustomed to seeing him wear. But no, standing there before me was the
most perfect specimen of a teenage boy I've ever seen.

	"Chris, Earth to Chris. Are you listening?" he asked bringing me
out of my stupor staring at him.

	"Of course I'm listening. World War Two ended in 1945." I replied
off handedly.

	"What the hell has that got to do with supper? Have you been
drinking already?" he laughed.

No, just getting unusually horny and chubbed up looking at your body. Why,
I don't know. I'm as straight as they come. I can appreciate good looks in
another man but not to the point of getting horny, never mind getting hard.

	"Nothing at all." I joked. "What did you want to know?"

	"I'm not into fancy restaurants, but I know a really great pizza
place. More upscale than most so its kind of a compromise. Okay?"

	"My new diet doesn't include a lot of cheese and processed meats,
but what the heck, this is a special occasion. Sure, pizza it is."

Lance had finish getting into his street clothes and walked past me to the
door.

	"Yes, this is a special occasion alright," slapping my ass and
grinning as he walked past me. "Last one to the car pays the tip!" he
yelled and ran off.

When I got out in the parking lot, Lance was looking around for my car but
he didn't know what I was driving. I laughed at him and started running to
the West end of the lot. He came running past me, looking left and right to
see if he could identify my car. After I had given him a pretty good head
start, I yelled after him, "Sucker!" and ran back to the preferred parking
area to my car. He got to it just as I was unlocking the doors. .

	"Looks like you're paying the tip, Lance."

	"Sneaky bastard," he smirked. "That's why I love you," as he opened
his door and climber in.

I just stood there with a deer in the headlights look. Did he just say he
loved me? As in he loved my company and enjoyed spending time with me? Or
he loved me romantically? My palms got sweaty again and I felt my cock
twitching. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all?

	"Come on old man, the pizza will be cold by the time we get there."

I looked over at him and smiled. He smiled back and I swear his eyes
twinkled like the movies with a quick flash of light that lit up the whole
interior. It didn't really, but that was the feeling I had. I followed his
directions to the pizza shop and parked the car. We went in and ordered
then found some seats. For the next two hours we talked about everything
and nothing. Our bill with the tip came to fifty dollars. When the waiter
came back and said we had stayed too long in the booth, I looked around and
saw no one waiting for a seat. I took out another fifty and gave it to him,
explaining we might want something else. I know I sure did. We chatted
another hour until Lance's phone interrupted us.

	"Hi Mom. I'm out having pizza with a friend. . . . I know I should
have called but the opportunity came up rather sudden. . . . Yes, I have a
ride. I'll be home in 20 minutes. . . .  No, none of us have been
drinking. . . . Love you too Mom, see you shortly."

I thought it was interesting that he said he was out with a 'friend' and
didn't mention my name.

	"A 'friend'? You didn't want to tell your mother you were having
dinner with me?"

	"Why, are you and I friends?"

	"Yes, of course, but that's not the point. Would she have a problem
with you and I spending time together?"

	"Of course not. The way she talks about you, you're a hero in her
eyes. I just didn't want to get into it all over the phone in public. I'll
tell her when I get home. Or even better, why don't you come to the door
with me and I'll introduce my 'friend'"

"If you don't think it's too late?"

"Heck no, she'd enjoy seeing you again."

Ok, so was this some type of set up to get his mother and I together and
not he and I on a pizza date? No, it wasn't a date of any kind. Just a
thank you for his care and attention. I'm going to have to tread very
carefully here, no matter what happens.

We got to his house and I parked the car and walked behind Lance to the
front door.

	"Mom, I'm home. I want you to meet my friend."

	"I'm in the drawing room, you and Mr Gates come in here."

We went through the front hall and into the drawing room. The Winthrop
house was huge and built in the style of the early mansions of
Newport. Paul had made a fortune and wanted to show off his success.

	"Mom, how did you know it was Mr. Gates?"

	"When you weren't home I called the hospital and they said you had
left with him. I called his residence and there was no answer. When you
told me you were dining with a friend, it was an easy conclusion."

	"Mrs. Winthrop, . . ."

	"Please, I'd prefer Alice."

	"Thank you, and I'm Chris to you if you don't mind."

I explained about the presents for the nurses and Lance suggested we get
dinner.

	"I should have made sure to call you and let you know, My apologies
if it caused you any concern."

	"Once I called and was told he was with you, I knew he was in good
company. I just wanted to know if I should wait up or go to bed. He's quite
a mature young man, but a mother still worries."

	"He certainly is, but well you should worry. That's what parents
do."

His mother said good night and went up stairs. Lance walked me to the front
door.

	"Thank you, Chris. This night was perfect. I can't remember the
last time I've enjoyed myself so much."

At that he grabbed me for a prolonged tight hug. I could almost swear I
felt his cock against my cock. Or was it mine against his? Either way it
was time to break off the hug. As I stepped back he leaned over for another
kiss on the cheek, holding the other side of my head as he did.

	"Good night, best friend. I hope I see you again very soon."

	"I'll be around," I stammered as I turned to go and bumped into the
door jamb.

	"Careful, you don't want to end up back in the hospital again, or
do you?"

I quickly got to my car and pulled out of the driveway. I got my house and
sat in my car running the evening through my mind, over and over.  The
fascination with his near naked body in the locker room, his comment about
loving me at the car, lost for hours in conversation with him at the pizza
shop, and getting brought in to meet his mother. Some one I already knew
but it was the dating ritual thing about it, having to meet the parents. I
hope I'm over reacting to all of this due to my sudden bout of
loneliness. I can't develop feeling for a minor child. Any scandal of that
nature would ruin the Foundation and everything my family has worked so
hard for.

I went in the house and went straight to bed. As I lay there thinking about
Lance's perfect body, my cock got totally erect. I grabbed it and stroked
it, alternating my thoughts between the hand job Lance had given me, his
hugs and pecks on the cheek and the vision of his body in the locker
room. Before I knew it I was shooting the biggest and strongest load of cum
I had released in a very long time.

I kept myself busy with paperwork the next few days, trying to keep my mind
off Lance. Not always successful, I might add. On the third day I got a
call from Lance's mother asking me if I could stop over that afternoon. She
wanted to have a talk with me about Lance. I immediately panicked. Did she
see the kiss Lance had given me when I left the other night? Did Lance say
anything to her about what he did in the hospital? No, I was just letting
my imagination run wild with me. A told her I could be there at 2:00.

When I arrived, she invited me into the drawing room and offered me a cup
of coffee.

	"Thank you for coming, Chris."

	"My pleasure. I've been busy the last few days and spending the
afternoon with a gracious lady is a welcome break."

	"You can skip the compliments, I'm not donating to your cause," she
joked.

	"Ah, but it was you who invited me. So maybe I better stay seated
on my wallet?"

We both had a laugh, Then she turned serious.

	"The reason I invited you here was to ask you about your intentions
towards my son."

Panic again! What the hell did she mean, my intentions? I haven't been
asked that since high school by an over protective father of a girl I was
dating.

	"Excuse me?" I questioned her with a confused look on my face.

	"Lance has grown quite fond of you in the short time he has known
you. He talks about you constantly."

	"And I'm quite fond of Lance. He is an amazing young man with a
good heart. I would be proud to call him my son."

	"That's just it. You remember how out of control he was when his
father died. After his grandfather passed Lance mourned the loss very
privately. He asked me why all the men in his life left him. That's when he
found volunteering at the hospital was his salvation."

	"He seems to have made that his new mission in life, helping
others."

	"It has filled a big hole in his heart. But now he has taken you as
his new male role model. You're a fine man and he couldn't have made a
better choice."

	"Thank you."

	"But I not sure what your intentions are towards him. If you were
to disappear from his life he would be devastated. I'm not sure what a
third loss would do to him mentally."

	"I don't think it is as serious as you make it out to be. He and I
have hit it off and enjoy one another's company but I'm sure he will
broaden his horizons and find other friends his own age to associate with."

	"Oh, he has plenty of friends I'm sure. But he is at that age where
he will be making decisions that will guide the rest of his life. With you
to look up to and mentor him he will be making the right decisions."

	"I think you give me too much credit on my influence on Lance. He
seems on the right track for a successful life, no matter where it takes
him."

	"I don't mean to lay any burden or pressure on you. I just ask that
if being a mentor to him is too much trouble to please let me know now so
Lance wouldn't be hurt when you move on. I know you have a busy and full
life now and may get tired very quickly of a teenage boy wanting you time."

	"I don't think I could ever get tired of your son. He sense of
humor, his compassion for others and his enthusiasm for life have made me
feel ten years younger in the time I've known him. I would never
intentionally hurt him or not be there if he needed me."

	"Thank you so much. You must think I'm a crazy old helicopter mom
trying to micro manage my sons life. It's just that Paul and I have always
tried to shield Lance from people that would use him to try and get at our
money. We've tried to teach him to be careful and chose his friends
wisely. I'm not implying that you are doing that, just old habits are hard
to break. No offense is intended by this conversation."

	"No, you're a caring and protective mother, as any parent should
be. No offense taken. Its good to know that I mean that much to Lance and
you both to allow me to mentor him."

	"I'm so glad you feel that way. Now, I have to impose on you one
more time. At the end of every summer, Paul and I would take Lance to Lake
George for Labor Day weekend. He always looked forward to that trip all
summer. Lance asked me the other night if we could go to the lake again
this year and maybe invite you along. I hope you will consider it."

	"Wow! I haven't taken a vacation of any kind in years. That would
be wonderful. Thank you so much for the invitation. I will go home and pack
my bags." I laughed.

	"I thought you might agree so I have already made reservations at
the Lake George Hotel for the three of us. One room for me and one for you
and Lance. If sharing a room with Lance is a problem, I can get another
room of course."

	"No problem. I just hope he doesn't snore," laughing to her and
thinking to myself if this was a set up of some kind. "You'll have to asked
Lance about these arrangements?"

	"He'll be fine. Spending more time with you will make his day."

We discussed the logistics of the trip and I left to go back home. As I was
thinking about spending a weekend together with Lance, my cock stirred. I
rearranged it to get comfortable and then realized what I was thinking. I
have to stop thinking about him this way. When Lance invited me to meet his
mother I thought he was trying to fix me up with her. Now it seems like his
mother is trying to fix me up with him. Or maybe they're just really nice
people and I'm being way too suspicious.

I drove over to Lance's house Friday morning to get ready to leave. Lance
met me at the door all excited about the trip. His mother was in the
drawing room and asked us both to come in.

	"I haven't been feeling well all night. I think I may have the flu
coming on. I don't want to be sick so far away from home or spoil the
weekend for the two of you. I'm going to stay home and recuperate."

A very dejected Lance spoke up,

	"If you sure you don't want to go, Chris and I will stay home as
well. I don't want to leave you alone."

	"Yes Alice, this was to be a remembrance trip for you and Lance. It
wouldn't be the same without you along," I added.

	"I'd just ruin it for everyone. You two go and I'll be along for
next year's trip. We can make it an annual thing again."

It was obvious no amount of persuasion was going to change her mind. I
looked at Lance and he looked at me and we both nodded our heads at the
same time.

	"I can give you the grand tour of Lake George Like you've never
seen it before."

	"I've never seen it at all so it will all be new to me."

Alice gave us all the paperwork for the hotel reservations, dinner
reservations and some tours she had signed us up for. All were for three so
I guess she wasn't setting up lance and I for a weekend alone. We packed
the car and headed off for a four hour drive. The weather was good, traffic
was unusually light for a holiday weekend. Lance chatted non stop about all
the fun he had had and all the great memories of spending time with his
dad.

We arrived at the hotel, a grand establishment right on the edge of the
lake. It had been a magnificent hotel in its day, but that day has past
into history. As impressive as the structure of the building was, it was
looking in need of some sprucing up. The front doors were massive but
showed signs of wear and tear from luggage hitting the edges of them. The
rug on the floor leading to the front desk had wear marks as did the
cushions of the over stuffed furniture in the lobby. The desk clerk was an
elderly man, very polite and very proper in his speech and mannerisms,
wearing a black tuxedo with shiny spots on the sleeves from years of
faithful service. The bell hop who was standing at the ready had frayed
cuffs on his otherwise sharply pressed pants.

The desk clerk informed us that Mrs. Winthrop had cancelled one of the
rooms and the room available only had a single king sized bed, as he gave
myself and Lance a questioning look. I explained the wrong room had been
cancelled and we needed the other room. It was already filled. When asking
for a rollaway bed he informed me there were none available.

Lance tapped me on the shoulder and whispered,

	"It will be fine. It's a king size bed, plenty of room for both of
us," and winked. "Come on, let's get unpacked and then I'll show you around
the hotel."

Not much I could do but resign myself to make the best of a potentially
explosive situation.

All the way up in the elevator Lance was rambling on about all the
amenities of the hotel.

	"A huge pool with a diving board, an exercise room and a steam
room, a laundry service, a gourmet restaurant, everything you could
possibly want."

I just smiled and nodded, not being able to get a word in edgewise over his
enthusiastic verbal tour. After we unpacked, we changed into more
appropriate semi formal clothes and headed down stairs to the restaurant
hoping to beat the evening rush. No rush, no crowd and only one wait staff
in the room. He seated us and then finished bussing the only other table
that looked used that day. He came to take our order and when I asked for a
menu, he informed us it was Friday so they were only serving fish and
chips. Lance looked crest fallen that the restaurant was nothing like he
remembered.

	"Hey, I haven't had a good fish and chip meal in a long time. This
will be perfect."

	"I guess, but it's not the same."

	"Nothing ever is, but let's make the best of it."

After we finished our meal, Lance commented,

	"Guess its going to be a while longer until you have a 'good' fish
and chip meal, huh?"

It was awful but I didn't want to dump on him so I tried to steer the
conversation.

	"The company was great. That's all that rally matters"

"Just wait until tomorrow night. Mom has made reservations at the Porter
House. Best prime rib this side of the Mississippi."


We left the restaurant and Lance gave me a tour of the rest of the
amenities of the hotel, most just as disappointing as the meal. We headed
back to our room, Lance just looking down at the floor most of the way. It
had been a long drive so we decided to take showers and get to bed early
for a busy day on the town the next day. Lance had the first shower, which
lifted his spirits. He came out of the bathroom totally naked, drying his
hair with his towel. While his had his head covered it gave me a chance to
look at his naked body without him knowing. Or maybe he knew and that was
his intention. There wasn't an ounce of fat on his lean body. Muscular
arms, flat stomach and the peach fuzz hair covering his chest. A trail of
hair down to his crotch where hung a semi hard perfect specimen of a male
penis. Full and about 5" long with a mushroom shaped purple head at the
end. A large set of balls hanging just behind his cock, full and swinging
as he walked. Muscular legs to match his arms, in perfect proportion to the
rest of him. He turned to gl back in the bathroom to get his clothes and
showed off a tight bubble butt. As I was taking all this in and assessing
the quality of this fine teenage body, I stopped to ask myself why I was so
transfixed. This was not who I was. No, no attraction, just admiring the
view. Yah, right. Then why was my cock filling up with blood and starting
to bulge in my pants? Lance came back out of the bathroom, still naked and
snapped his towel in my direction.

	"Come on old man, time for your shower. Or do I have to wash you
again myself?" he smirked snapping the towel again.

	"You're a little light on clothes, aren't you?"

	"All I had in there was the dirty clothes I wore all day. No sense
in putting them on after a nice shower. And then have to take them all off
to get into bed."

	"I suppose." I mumbled as I got up and headed for my shower, not
letting on that I appreciated the show.

	"You sure you don't want me to wash you again? You enjoyed it last
time."

	"I was in invalid then. Now I'm healthy and can handle it myself."

	"Yes, you sure are healthy now," as he looked down at my bulging
crotch. "If you cant' handle alone, let me know." He thrw his head back and
laughed out loud, heading to the bed and laying on top of the covers.

I took my shower, contemplating if I should rub one out to get rid of my
stiff cock before going back into the room. Just as I was about to, the
door opened and Lance announced his presence.

	"Just got to take a piss, be out of here in a minute."

I heard the toilet flush and the door close behind him. If I was much
longer he would know what I was doing so I rinsed off and got out. As I
reach for a towel, I noticed my clothes were missing. I dried off and
wrapped the towel around me to leave the bathroom. Lance was laying on top
of the covers on the bed, naked with his hard cock sticking straight up in
the air.

	"Hey, goofball, where are my clothes?"

	"Same, same, didn't want you to put on dirty clothes so I picked
them up for you. You can take the towel off, I've seen everything you got
before, remember?"

	"Yes, I remember, quite well, actually." I smiled at him. "Are you
going to put something on or at least get under the covers?"

	"I always sleep naked, And it's too hot to get under the
blankets. I'm fine this way."

	"I sleep naked as well. This is big bed, so keep on your side and
we'll be just fine," as I pulled the covers up over me.


	"I'm not tired yet, mind if I watch some TV?"

	"No, it won't bother me at all."

I could se his reflection in the mirror on the dresser. His cock was still
standing straight up and he was giving it a few slow tugs now and then. He
probably wanted to jerk off but didn't want to wake me or do it so close to
me in bed. I dozed off and was woken up by his snoring. The TV was still
on. I picked my head up and looked over at him. His cock was still
stiff. It must be painful being this hard for so long. Do I dare? Am I
stepping out of line? I knew better but my little head took over for my big
hear. I cautiously moved over closer to him, reaching out to touch his
cock. His body moved and his cock twitched but he kept snoring. I put my
hand around him and slowly started to stroke him up and down. He was
leaking a tremendous amount of precum. I kept stroking, not fast but
steady, increasing the pressure of my grip. My heart was beating so hard
and fast I could literally feel it in my chest. What would he think if he
woke up? Would he be pleased I was jerking him off? Or would he be
embarrassed or worse, pissed off. I knew I should stop by the felt so hard
and warm in my hand. His precum was running down the side of his shaft and
onto my fingers. I wanted to use my other hand on myself but didn't dare
make too much movement in the bed. My cock was hard and aching for relief
but it would have to wait. It was then I noticed he had stopped snoring and
his breathing was getting faster. His cock got even harder, if that was
possible, as he lifted his hips ever so slightly. I knew he was so close
but if he climaxed he would have surely woke up. I felt a twitch and I
pulled my hand back quickly. He let out a loud moan and shot his load all
over himself. He sat up in bed and looked down at the mess he had made.

	"Ah, damn, not again!"

I rolled over towards him and pretended to be coming out of a deep sleep.

	"What's the matter, Lance, something wrong?" knowing full well what
had happened.

	"Nothing, just had a dream, that's all."

	"Hope it was a good one."

	"One of the best. Just wish I was awake to enjoy it."

Normally that comment would not have made any sense but I knew exactly what
he was talking about. I licked some cum of my fingers that had landed on me
just as I was pulling away. Then off to sleep hoping maybe I'd have the
same dream as Lance.

Lance was up before me again the next morning. He had showered and then
woke me up so we could start our big day on the town. Unfortunately the day
was just as disappointing to him as the hotel restaurant the night
before. The boat cruise around the lake was cut short due to engine
problems. The amusement park had half of the rides closed due to mechanical
issues or lack of help. The taffy pulling machine that Lance would spend
hours walking in fascination as the arms turned inside one another pulling
salt water taffy was still as the candy company had closed last year. We
still had the Porter House to look forward to but alas, it had been bought
out and was now an Italian eatery specializing in gourmet pizza. A far cry
from prime rib. Lance was totally dejected and just wanted to return to the
hotel. He didn't say a word as we walked back as much as I trued to make
small talk with him. In the room, he stripped naked and crawled into bed,
just uttering a feeble good night. I got undressed, turned off the lights
and got in my side of the bed. All was quiet for a few minutes until I
heard Lance softly whimpering.

	"Hey, are you ok?"

	"Ya," he answered feebly. "It's just that I wanted today to be
special for us, just like it was with my dad years ago. It was a total
failure."

	"Oh, not at all. I enjoyed myself, not because of what we saw and
did, but because who I was with. You made my day special. You may not have
been able to relive your memories with your day, but they're just that,
memories. And they're special and you'll never loose them. But we made new
memories that will stay special to us."

Lance wiped his face and rolled over on my side of the bed. He embraced me
and gave me his typical kiss on the cheek.

	"You're right. Today was special in its own way. And you are very
special to me."

He tightened his embrace and our naked bodies were locked in as one. His
hands started running over my sides and then my back, I couldn't see much
in the dark but I felt him move and the next thing I knew his warm moist
lips were pressed against mine. It was a brief kiss but it took me so much
by surprise I didn't know how to react.

	"I love you, Chris Gates. Please promise you won't leave me like my
dad and my grandfather did."

	"I'll be here for you as long as is humanly possible."

My heart was breaking knowing the feeling of loss he felt from loosing the
two most important men in his family. I was still confused by his
profession of loving me, if me meant like his father or in a more intimate
way. Just then he leaned back in for another kiss, this one longer and
opening his mouth to press his tongue against my lips. I obediently
responded by opening my mouth and welcoming the invasion of his tongue. We
made out and cuddled for what seemed like hours but was really only ten
minutes or so. Amazingly, with the kissing and our naked bodies against one
another, neither one of us got hard. As we broke our kiss, Lance spoke to
me in a whisper.

	"I know you said to stay on my side of the bed, but can I please
sleep right here with you tonight?"

	"I told you I'm here for you. Go to sleep and I'll see you in the
morning."

A last quick kiss and a hug and we fell asleep in each other's arms.


A Visit to the Hospital Chapter Three "Saying Goodbye"


I awoke first and Lance was still cuddled up next to me, his leg stretched
out over mine. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my hip, which
naturally caused mine to stiffen. He was still asleep and looked so
peaceful with his head against my shoulder. I didn't want to disturb him
but I really had to go take a piss. I tried to slither out from under him
but he open his eyes and looked over at me and smiled.

	"Good morning. Where are you sneaking off to?"

	"Good morning to you as well. I have to go drain my bladder," as I
got out of bed. Lance saw my cock sticking straight out and commented,

	"Looks like you're glad to see me."

	"Just a piss hardon, don't get all high on yourself," knowing full
well it was more of a reaction to him being naked beside me in bed. .

I stood in front of the toilet getting ready to relieve myself when I felt
Lance come up behind me, putting his arms around me and pressing his cock
against my ass.

	"Let me help you with that. It looks too big for one guy to
handle," as he reached down and took my cock in his hand and rubbing my
chest with the other. I put my head back against him and released a stream
into the toilet.

	"Brush you teeth and I'll see you back in bed," he commanded once I
had finished. I did as he told me and headed back to bed. He followed
shortly. "Morning mouth is a real mood killer." He moved up next to me,
took me in his arms and kissed me, a few quick pecks and then a deeper and
more intimate kiss. Reaching down to take a hold of my cock again, "Guess
it was more than a piss hardon," and proceeded to stroke it slowly and
firmly.

	"You know, we really should get going," enjoying what was happening
but not totally comfortable doing it.

	"We will but there is no rush. There's not really anything worth
seeing anymore out there. But in here is a different story."

He kept stroking my cock and kissing as I succumb to his advances. I
reached down and took his cock in my hand and began to stroke him as
well. He let out a moan and increased his speed, tightening his grip.

	"Now who's in a hurry?" I asked.

	"Complaining?"

I just smiled and followed his lead. It wasn't too much longer and he shot
his load. It took me a few more minutes before I covered his stomach with
my cum. As we recovered, I felt a wave of guilt come over me. I really
shouldn't be doing this with this underage boy. Especially not when his
mother entrusted his care to me. Lance was also very quiet. Was he having
seconds thoughts about what we just did? Turns out he was thinking about
his mother as well.

	"I know we're supposed to spend the rest of the day here and head
back tomorrow but would you be disappointed if we went home this morning?
I'm worried about Mom. I thought she would have called by now. I hope she
is alright."

	"That's fine. Let's get showered, grab some breakfast and then hit
the road."

	"Sorry if I cut the weekend short."

	"I've had fun and we accomplished what we came here to do, we made
some new memories."

Lance smiled, gave me a quick kiss and headed to the shower. I wanted to
follow him and join him in the shower but was hesitant. He hadn't invited
me and I know he was thinking about his mother so I just stayed in bed
until he came out. Drying his hair, I could see all of his naked body and
this time he was flaccid. I'm glad I didn't push the issue and try to
shower with him. I showered then we had some breakfast and headed home.

We had been on the road for maybe an hour, mostly silence from his side of
the car. He looked over at me with a sad expression on his face,

	"Thanks for this weekend. It didn't go as planned but it was
special."

	"Yes it was."

He leaned over and lay across the seat and put his head on my thigh.

	"I'm kind of tired. Do you mind?"

	"It's nice. It's been years since anyone fell asleep in my lap,"
thinking back to when my wife would do this on a long trip. He put his hand
on my thigh just below his head, I put my hand on his shoulder, as he
rubbed my leg I could feel my cock stiffen a little. Lance nuzzled his head
around in my lap as he continued to massage my inner thigh.

	"This pillow had a lump in it, but I'm not complaining."

I gave his shoulder a slap as he moved around a little more to get
comfortable and in not time was snoring.

We had been on the road for a couple of hours and had just crossed into
Massachusetts, one more hour to home. My cell phone rang and the caller ID
displayed Nancy Keane's number, the hospital administrator.

	Hello, Nancy?"

	"Oh, Chris, I'm glad I got you. I tried the hotel at the Lake but
they said you had left hours ago. You cell just went to voice mail."

	"Yes, a bad area out here for reception until now. What's up, is
anything wrong?"

	"Alice was admitted to the hospital on Saturday morning with heart
failure. She didn't want us to call you and ruin your weekend. She's stable
for now, but the doctors insisted I call. Are you and Lance headed home."

	"We're on the turnpike, should be there in about an hour. Traffic
is light."

	"Ok, good. Break the news to Lance gently. I know he'll be
worried."

	"I'll wait until were closer before I tell him. See you soon."

Ass soon as I was off the call, I moved into the high speed lane and took
it literally, high speed all the way. We had only gone about five miles
when a state police cruiser pulled in behind me with his blue lights on. I
looked down and saw I was going 105 mph. Damn it! I pulled over and got out
my license and registration as he approached my car. I handed him my papers
as soon as he got to the window. Lance woke up and sat up on his side of
the front seat.

	"You were doing over 100 mph, sir. That is an arrestable offense."

	"I'm sorry officer, but a close friend has been taken to the
hospital in serious condition. I'm anxious to get to her."

	"Sorry, not a good enough excuse. I'll have to ask you to get out
of the car."

I reached down for my wallet on the console and took out a business card
and handed it to the trooper.

	"Just because you have a business card from the head of the state
police doesn't mean anything to me."

	"Please just call the number on the back of the card. Please,
quickly."

A few years back the Gates Foundation had donated $500,000 dollars to the
state police to buy equipment. The commander gave me his card with this
private cell phone number on the back and told me to call him if I ever
needed anything. I usually don't call in favors for a traffic stop, but
time was of the essence. The trooper turned the card over and called the
number."

	"Hello? Who am I speaking with? . . . Yes sir, this is Trooper
Harris of Troop B, on the turnpike.  . . . I pulled over a gentleman for
excessive speed and he was insistent that I call you. . . . Yes sir, here
he is."

	"Hello, Peter? Chris Gates here. I hated to bother you but,"
forgetting Lance was now awake and listening to everything, "Alice Winthrop
is in the hospital and I have her son Lance with me. I'm anxious to get him
to his mother as soon as I can. . . . Yes, sir, thank you sir. He wants to
talk to you again," as I handed the phone back to the trooper.

	"Yes sir, of course sir, right away sir. Thank you sir."

He hung up the call and handed me back my papers.

	"Let me see your phone so I can put my number in it for you. Once
we get going, if you need me to slow down, just call. I've been ordered to
give you an escort. What hospital?"

I told him and he instructed me to follow him. We pulled back in the road
and in no time we were back up to 100 mph as traffic would allow. In a few
miles a second cruiser pulled up behind us and covered our rear. Lance had
a horrified look on his face so I tried to calm his nerves.

	"This car is made for speed. No worries."

	"It's not the speed but what is going on with my mother and why
didn't you tell me?"

	"She has a heart issue but is stable. She went in on Saturday but
forbid anyone from calling us and ruining our weekend. Alice found out this
morning and called me as soon as she could get through. I just found out
myself."

Lance was clenching his hands together and just watching the road with a
worried look.

When we were about ten minutes from the hospital I called Nancy to let her
know. She met us at the emergency room entrance with an orderly to take my
car. She saw the two state police cars and shook her head with a smile.

	"Chris Gates, you never do anything in a small way, do you.?"

	"Not where loved ones are concerned."

At that comment, Lance looked over at me and smiled. Nancy told us what
room Lance's mother was in and headed towards the elevators.

	"Wait, I know a quicker way to get to that room," Lance hollered as
he ran off in the other direction. He led us to a service elevator around
the corner that came out two rooms down from his mother when it got to her
floor. "I've gotten to know my way around here pretty good in the last few
years."

Lance ran in the room first and broke down in tears at the sight of his
mother in bed with all the wires and tubes connected to her. He ran to her
bedside and hugged her. Her doctor was there waiting for us.

	"Lance, your mother has had a heart attack. She is stable right now
but it has weakened her heart. We are monitoring her closely and doing
everything we can."

	"Will she get better and be able to come home soon?" Lance asked
fighting back his tears.

	"It's too early to tell right now. We'll see how it goes for the
next few days."

	"I'm in the best of care, Lance. You shouldn't worry. Tell me about
your weekend."

	"It was the worst of weekends and the best of weekends," he
started.

	"Is this going to be a tale of two guys?"

We all laughed, getting her reference to the novel 'A Tale of Two Cities'.

	"Nothing was the same as when you and Dad and I went. Everything
has changed, and not for the better."

	"Nothing ever stays the same, honey. But how was it the best of
weekends?"

I was wondering what Lance was going to say now. He certainly couldn't tell
the fun we had in bed here in front of everyone.

	"Chris and I got to know each other better and really enjoyed each
other's company."

	"Yes, Alice, Lance was a great traveling companion. His trip didn't
live up to his old memories but we made some new ones that he and I can
look back on someday."

His mother was in a suite that hospital had for celebrity patients, about
three times the size of a regular room, with a sitting area in one
end. Lance looked around the room and asked Nancy if another bed could be
brought in as he wasn't going to leave his mother alone. He was staying
until she was released/

	"I'm sure we can work that out if it's alright with your mother and
her doctor."

	"I'm just going to be her full time volunteer, that's all."  Lance
had stayed by his grandfather's bedside when he was dying and he had seen
quite a few patients who had not survived heart attacks. He tried not to
show it but he was scared for his mother and knew she might not come
home. He pulled up a chair next to her bed and took her hand.

	"I'm here Mother, just let me know if you need anything. I'm not
leaving until I can take you home" I was scared for Lance on what that trip
would be like.

She smiled and squeezed his hand and slowly closed her eyes.

	"Mom!" to which she quickly opened her eyes.

	"Just taking a little nap. I can relax now knowing you're here," as
she drifted off to a quick nap.

I came over and put my hand on his shoulder. He looked back at me and then
up at the monitor she was connected to. He explained to me what all the
number, squiggly line and the information it was gathering.

	"All her vitals look good right now," he assured me.

	"Should I call you Doctor Lance?"

	"I've seen enough of these monitors and asked the right questions
to know when the numbers are good or if the patient need a nurse."

	"You're a remarkable young man, Lance Winthrop."

He just smiled and put his free hand on my hand on his shoulder, giving it
a quick rub. Then he moved his hand and turned his attention back to his
mother.

	"I'll be back in a few minutes. I have something I have to attend
to."

	"I'm all set, Chris, you can head home if you'd like."

	"No, I'm not leaving the hospital, not yet."

I went down to the administrator's office and knocked on Nancy's door.

	"Come in? Oh, Chris, how is Mrs. Winthrop doing?"

	"She's still stable. Lance is sitting with her keeping watch. He
promised not to leave her until he could take her home. I hope that will be
in a wheel chair, and not . . ."

	"Yes, it will devastate him, losing the last relative he has."

	"I have two favors, if I may?"

	"Name it, you know you can have anything you want."

	"I know Lance Asked about getting another bed in the room Anyway
you can have another bed brought up and put in her room?"

	"Of course. Her room is plenty large enough. Second favor?"

	"He's is going to need fresh clothes and I have no idea if I could
get into his house or even what to bring if I could. His suitcase from the
weekend is in my car but everything is dirty. Would it be possible to have
the hospital laundry wash and dry his clothes so he has a change for
tomorrow?"

	"Another easy request. Go get his suitcase and I'll take you down
and introduce you to the foreman in the laundry room."

	"Fantastic! I'll be right back."

I fetched Lance's suitcase and met Nancy at the elevators. The foreman was
only too glad to help and told me he'd return the clothes to the room as
soon as they were cleaned. I headed back up to the room just in time to see
the maintenance worker roll a bed for Lance into the room.

	"What's this? Is this for me?"

	"Yes, this is a family room now. This is your bed so you can get a
good night's sleep tonight, as for as long as you stay with your mom."

The worker put the bed along the wall and said if we needed anything else,
just call him.

Lance got up and came over to me and gave me a tight hug, his eyes tearing
up as he did.

	"Oh my God, Chris, you are so perfect. I don't know how I'd get
through this if you weren't here for me."  A kiss on the cheek as he broke
the hug and returned to his mother's side.

	"I wasn't kidding when I said I would be here for you any time, any
where for whatever you need."

He looked back and smiled as a tear rolled down his cheek. In addition to
getting his suitcase from my car, I also got my Kindle. I placed it on
Lance's bed and told him it was there if he wanted to read or anything.

	"There are some books on it my secretary downloaded. Maybe not your
taste so feel free to download any others you might like. You are probably
better at that than I am," I laughed.

	"Ok, thanks. Maybe later."

	"I have another errand to run, I'll be back in an hour or so. Call
me immediately if there is any change."

	"I certainly will. But don't try to get back here at 100 mph with a
police escort. I don't want to be holding hands of two different patients,"
he smiled.

Damn, it felt good to see his cute smile and the dimples in his cheeks. I'm
hoping he can relax and not worry so much now that the initial shock has
worn off. I went back to me house and got some clean clothes for myself. I
left a note for my secretary to let her know where I could be reached and
what was going on with Mrs. Winthrop. I would be working remotely for the
foreseeable future. When I got back, I peeked in the room and Lance was
still in his chair, holding his mother's hand. He looked up and saw me and
smiled again and then looked back at her. I didn't want to disturb him so I
went to the visitor's waiting area, found a comfortable chair and put my
head back to take a nap. The high speed trip home had really done a job on
me. I had no sooner dozed off that I felt someone shaking my arm. I jolted
awake thinking it was Lance and something had happened with his mom. It was
Nancy.

	"Relax, everything is ok. Don't you like your room?"

I was still not fully awake, and had no idea what she was talking about.

	"I set you up in the next room. I assumed you'd be just as stubborn
as Lance and staying here through all of this."

	"Nancy, you're an angel. Thank you. I pay for the room, of course."

	"Not for the room, Chris, but you will pay and pay and pay," she
quipped with a grin.

	"Only you can be so sweet and considerate and so evil all at the
same time," I shot back at her.

	'You know me so well, Mr. Gates. I'm going to check on Alice and
Lance and give him a name and number to call if he, or you, need anything."

I went to the room she had set up for me and laid on the bed, exhausted but
not sure if I could sleep. I was out cold in less than 5 minutes. I woke up
when an orderly pushed open my door and told me my supper was in the next
room. Lance wanted me to eat with them. As we ate, Lance and I chatted
while his mother looked on and smiled often. Lance seemed more relaxed than
he had been since we got back to the hospital. After supper we all watched
TV for a while and then called it a day. The next morning we ate breakfast
together again watching the morning news. While we were eating, Lance's
clean clothes were brought to the room.

	"My clothes? How did this happen?"

	"I brought your suitcase in and got them washed so you'd have clean
clothes."

	"You are just amazing, Chris. Thank you so much."

We had barely finished eating we Alice's doctor came in to check on her. He
had scheduled some more tests for her this morning. She was wheeled out of
the room and would return in an hour or so. I suggested Lance take this
opportunity to go take a shower in the locker room he had used before.

	"Yes, I could certainly use a shower and a change of clothes. Will
you come with me? You could probably use a shower as well."

He grabbed his clothes and we headed down to the locker room. Since the
first time I had been there with Lance they had install a flippable sign on
the door to indicate 'men' or 'women' were using the room. Lance flipped it
to 'men' and we went in, got undressed and into the shower area. There were
individual shower stalls with privacy curtains. As I was washing I heard
Lance crying in the stall next to me.

	"Lance, are you alright?" No answer. "Lance, what's wrong?"

I opened his curtain and saw him leaning against the front wall, sobbing
and shaking. Not exactly sure what to do, I reached in and put my hand on
his shoulder.

	"Lance, what's wrong?"

He slowly turned around and looked at me. His eyes were red and swollen and
had such a look of despair in them.

	"I'm going to be alone, all alone. My mother is dying and I'll be
left all by myself," continuing to sob as he could barely get the words
out.

	"Never! I'll be here for you, no matter what the outcome with your
mother. You will never be alone."

Lance came towards me and embraced me in a tight hug, his body still
trembling as he sobbed. I rubbed his back and tried to console him as best
I could. Our naked bodies were pressed against one another as the warm
water from the shower cascaded over us. Under different circumstances this
would have certainly resulted in a reaction from my crotch. But I was
feeling Lance's pain and panic at the thought of his mother dying with no
family left that there was no other emotion involved. Lance finally started
to relax and released his tight hold on me. He stepped back and looked into
my eyes,

	"Chris, I am so scared but if you really mean that, I know I can
get through this, one way or another."

Before I could respond, another one of the male volunteers had enter the
locker room and heard Lance crying. He came into the shower area and saw
the two of us in the same shower.

	"Lance, what's going on? Is everything ok?"

	"Oh, Justin, hi. Yes everything is fine. My emotions just got the
better of me for a minute but I'm okay now."

Justin looked at me with disdain, almost anger.

	"Who is this guy? And why is he in the shower with you? Are you
sure everything is ok?"

	"Yes, Justin, this is my friend Chris. He was just helping me get
through my panic attack. Nothing else."

Justin continued to glare at me for another minute then walked back into
the locker area.

	"I'm sorry, Chris. Justin is a good friend and was just looking out
for me."

	"No problem, I understand. But remember, I'm here for you. Any time
you need anything, no matter where or when, just call me and I'll be by
your side any time you want me."

As soon as I said that, I realized the way that sounded. But maybe Lance
wouldn't take it the wrong way. He smiled at me,

	"Any time and any where I want you? How about here and now?" Lance
smirked.

Well, I had taken his mind of his troubles for a quick moment but not the
way I had intended. Smiling back at him,

	"That's not exactly what I meant. Besides, Justin is still here and
I'm sure he wouldn't approve."

Lance giggled and pulled me in for another hug. This time we both reacted
and we started to stiffen up as our cocks were pressed together. Lance gave
me a quick kiss on the lips.

	"Another time and another place then?"

	"Maybe. Lets finish our showers and get back upstairs."

I went back into my shower stall and turned the water to cold. I didn't
want to walk out with my completely now stiff cock suggesting anything to
Justin. We finished our showers, dried off and got dressed.

	"Chris, I'll see you back upstairs. I want to get going."

	"Sure, I'll be right along."

As Lance was going out the door he saw Justin and said goodbye to
him. Justin came over to where I was putting my gear in my bag.

	"Look, I don't know who you are, but Lance is my friend and if you
do anything to hurt him, you'll answer to me, understand?"

Justin was tall, standing at 6'1". He had a strong build and I'm sure would
be a worthy adversary in a fight, not that I was anticipating one.

	"I'm Christopher Gates, a friend of Lance and his mother. Glad to
make your acquaintance. I assure you, I am only trying to help Lance
through this difficult time and want nothing but the best for him. I'm glad
he has such a loyal friend."

	"What difficult time? Are you trying to bullshit me?"

	"Not at all. His mother is dealing with some potentially fatal
heart issues. She is on the fifth floor with Lance by her side
constantly. I'm here for emotional support for the both of them."

	"Oh, sorry I didn't know his mother was ill. But in any case,
remember what I said."

	"Understood. And if you or anyone else was to hurt Lance they would
answer to me as well."

	"Okay. Christopher Gates, huh? Wait, are you the guy Lance has been
talking about, the guy from the incident five years ago? The guy the Gates
wing is named for?"

	"One and the same."

	"I'm sorry, I thought you were just some old guy sucking up to
Lance for his money or something."

I would enjoy sucking Lance, up or down, but I must stop thinking that
way. The thought of that made my cock react again.

	"No problem," as I reach out to shake his hand.

When I got back to the room, Lance's mother wasn't' back yet. Lance was
pacing around the room nervously.

	"I'm sorry I got so emotional back then. Kind of embarrassed right
now. I guess it was the first time I had a chance to think what would
happen to me if Mom didn't survive."

	"No worries. Don't ever be embarrassed by showing your
emotions. When my wife died I cried for two days straight until I had no
more tears to shed. My eyes were so swollen and red and had to get some
medication to stop them from burning. But just as your mother was strong
for you when your father passed, you must be strong for her and not break
down when you're with her. She needs you're strength right now as much if
not more than her medical care. But I meant what I said earlier. I'm here
for you any time and anywhere."

	"I don't know what I'd do without you, Chris. You are a true
friend," and reached out to shake my hand. I took his hand and to lighten
the mood, I flippantly replied to him,

	"A hand shake instead of a kiss?" Again the mouth working before
the brain.

He giggled and leaned in to give me a kiss on the mouth.

	"Better?"

	"Much," as I rethought the appropriateness of kissing while waiting
for his mother to return. But the smile on his face made it worthwhile.

Just then his mother was wheeled back into the room, looking tired and
sullen.

	"Just as you always told me, Mom, you had better have passed your
test or there will be repercussions," Lance joked.

	"We'll see, Lance, we'll see. I'm going t rest a while now."

Lance pulled his chair up to her bedside and took her hand.

	"You rest, Mom, I'll be right here."

My mind was a total mess of emotions. I felt so sad because I'm sure Alice
is slowly slipping away from us, my empathy for what Lance was going
through and the pain he felt, and looking at him sitting there brought back
the feeling I had holding him naked in the shower.

	"I'll be right back, Lance, you need anything before I go?"

	"No, I'm good. And thank you again for everything."

I left the room and went to the nearest men's room. My thoughts of Lance
had me hornier than I've been in a long time. I needed some relief. As I
sat in the bathroom stall slowly jerking my cock, my mind also went back to
the handshake with Justin. He was a tall, well-built good looking young
man. The touch of his hand had sent a tingle through me.  All these
thoughts brought the build up on me suddenly as I shot a huge load of cum
into the toilet I was sitting on. As my breathing was slowing I had a
chance to think with a cleared head. Why was Lance, and Justin having such
a pronounced effect on a middle aged heterosexual guy like myself? Was
there more to me than I ever realized? Or were my emotions in hyperdrive
because of the circumstances and my empathy for Lance. But that would not
explain the reaction to Justin's handshake. Just as I was in the middle of
trying to figure this all out I received a call from Nancy to please come
to her office. I cleaned up and made my way to her office.

	"Hi Nancy, what's up?"

	"Not good news, I'm afraid. I just talked with Alice's doctor and
he said her condition is deteriorating and there wasn't much more we could
do for her other than make her comfortable. He discussed it with her and
she decided she'd rather be at home with hospice care rather than in the
hospital. He concurred it was the right decision. We'd like you to be in
the room when she tells Lance. Can you do that?"

	"Ok course, anything for Lance and his mother. I'll head back there
right now."

	"Thank you. I know this isn't easy for anyone but you being there
for Lance will help."

I made my way back to the room as quickly as I could, feeling guilty about
taking the time for myself to jerk off in the bathroom. The doctor was
waiting outside the room waiting for me to arrive. We went in together and
approached her bedside. The doctor just stood by in case Lance had any
questions as his mother broke the news to him. I could see Lance's body
shudder as she told him but he was strong and didn't shed a tear. My heart
was aching for the both of them, especially for Lance. They held each
other's hands as the doctor explained the arrangements being made at home
and that she would be transported later in the day. The doctor squeezed her
arm and nodded for me to follow him as he left the room.

	"All the arrangements are being made for her at home. I trust you
will still be a presence when she is moved?"

	"Of course I will. This is no time to leave them on their own."

	"Good, they'll both need a lot of support. Nancy told me you were a
good friend and we could count on you to make the best of this situation."

He shook my hand and walked off. I knew it may come to this but the
finality of it was just sinking in. As I walked back into the room, Lance
looked at me with an expressionless face. I gave him a small smile, a
support smile if you will, an unspoken 'I'm here for you' smile. He
returned the same and looked back at his mother.

Alice was transported by ambulance to her home that afternoon. Lance wasn't
allowed to ride in the ambulance with her so he rode with me. He just
stared out the window and watched as the ambulance pulled into traffic.

	"Chris, I don't know if I can do this. I stayed with my grandfather
in his room while he was dying, but fuck, this is my mother!"

	"Lance, listen to me, you'll have to keep up your courage for your
mother's sake. You've done great so far but now she needs you the
most. There will be time for your emotions later."

At that, he looked at me when he realized what I meant. The tears started
to flow and he wailed out loud,

	"Why God, why do you have to take everyone I love away from me!"

	"I'm still here, Lance."

	"Please, please say you always will be."

	"I will, I promise."

He threw himself down in my lap, curled up in a fetal position on my front
seat. I hugged his shoulder as best I could and just held him tight. By the
time we arrived at Lance's house, he had calmed down. He sat up and looked
me straight in the eyes.

	"If I have to be strong for my mother, then damn it, you have to be
strong for me."

I reached out and grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him towards me. I
leaned in and gave him a hard kiss on the mouth.

	"I'll be by your side and as strong as you need me to be."

:Lance pulled back from the kiss, squeezed my thigh and smiled at me.

	"Thank you."

We got out of the car and walked up to the house. They had already taken
his mother into the house and up to her room. There were two nurses and her
doctor there to meet us and make sure everything was in place and set up to
give her the care she required. The doctor introduced us to the nurses and
instructed all of us to call him any time night or day if we needed
anything, anything at all. He checked Alice's IV, patted her hand and said
he'd be back tomorrow morning. He went over to Lance and gave him a hug,
then patted him on the back as we walked out of the room, motioning for me
to follow.

	"Mr. Gates, is there anything you need before I go?"

	"No, I think the nurses have the situation under control."

	"I feel so much better with you being here. Will you be back
tomorrow?"

	"Oh, I'm not leaving. Lance is moving his bed in next to his mother
and I'm using the guest room. We'll both be keeping a vigil with her."

	"That's so wonderful of you. I know Lance will feel better."

The housekeeper and the gardener came down the hallway pushing Lance
bed. It was set to the side of his mother's bed so he could be as close as
possible.

	"Lance, you and Chris don't have to make such a fuss over me. I'm
just going to lie here and rest."

	"I know mother, and I will be resting with you." Lance smiled at
her.

It was a restless night with no one getting much sleep. Alice seemed to be
in better spirits the next morning. Lance and I were a little groggy but
awake. Alice sent Lance down to the kitchen to get some juice and toast for
her.

	"I can get it for you," I offered.

	"No, please let Lance. I have to talk to you."

Lance looked at her and then at me wondering what was up. I had no idea
either.

	"Run along, Lance. Unless you plan on starving me to death," she
smirked.

Gallows humor from the lady who was dying. Lance giggled back to her,

	"Yes mother, I'm on my way."

As soon as he had left the room, she called me to her bedside.

	"Chris, I have something very important to ask of you. I know I
don't have the right to put this burden on you but I don't know what else
to do."

	"I'll be glad to help in anyway I can. What do you need?"

	"It's not me, it's Lance. When I pass the only living relative he
will have is Paul's brother, Uncle Walter out in Kansas. Walter and Paul
never spoke to one another after Paul's success in the financial
world. Lance has never met his Uncle and I don't think he'd take kindly to
being tasked with taking care of Lance. I would like to ask you if you
would consider being Lance's legal guardian. Give it some thought for a day
or so and let me know."

	"Nothing to consider and no thought needed. It would be an honor to
be Lance's guardian and mentor him on his journey to adulthood. You've
already done a magnificent job raising him. Yes, I will most definitely be
his legal guardian."

	"Are you sure? Because there is more to it than that. Lance will
inherit my seat as chairperson on the board of directors for our family
charity. He will also become the trustee of the fund that supports the
charity and awards the money for the projects that are approved as well as
trustee to the family fortune. Paul saw how you father had set up the Gates
Foundation and set us his the same way. He, then me, and now Lance will
have not only veto power over any funding but also sole discretion on what
fund and how much are allocated to each request. But as he is only 15 and
not able to legal hold these positions until he is 18, you will be named as
the second trustee and have to make those decisions. I hope you'll still
consider taking on this responsibility."

	"Again, it would be an honor and a privilege. Even though I would
have the legal authority, I would ask that Lance work with me making these
decisions so he can learn the ins and outs of charity work."

	"I knew you'd be a good man for the job."

	"Not a job, Alice, a labor of love. Have you asked Lance if he is
okay with this arrangement?"

	"Not yet, I wanted to ask you first. But he speaks so fondly of you
that I know he won't object. He has mentioned that he feels bad you're all
alone since your wife passed.  You'll be good for each other. There is one
thing I must tell you, however. Lance has never said anything about it but
I have a suspicion that Lance is gay. If he in fact is, that may have some
bearing on your decision."

	"Not at all. Lance is a smart, compassionate and caring young man,
committed to helping patients at the hospital. With this background the
foundation will be in excellent hands and will continue to serve the needs
of the community. That's is all that matters. His sexual orientation will
make no difference to me or anyone else who truly knows Lance Winthrop."

	"Oh, thank you, Chris. This takes such a burden off my soul right
now."

I squeezed her hand and smiled. Little did she know I already had a pretty
good idea Lance was gay. Or at least bi. But it was not my place to tell
his mother.

Lance came back into the room with a tray with some juice and toast. I knew
Alice wanted to speak to him so I made an excuse to go to the kitchen to
get a cup of coffee. I had no sooner started making the coffee than I heard
Lance yell out from upstairs.

	"HELL YES, MOTHER, OF COURSE!!"

Lance came bounding down the stairs two at a time and almost slipped and
fell when he made the corner into the kitchen.

	"Mother told me and you said yes!"

	"Of course I did, what was I going to say, no?" I grinned at him.

	"Oh thank you, thank you so much. You weren't kidding when you said
you be here for me no matter what. Now I'll be officially yours." And he
grabbed me, hugged me and kissed me hard and deep, tongue and all. I
returned the kiss as what he said registered in my brain. 'He's now
officially mine'?

Lance ran back out of the kitchen and back up stairs, the happiest I've
seen him since we got back from our weekend get away. I took my coffee and
headed back upstairs.

	"As you heard, Lance has no objection to our plan," Alice
noted. "My lawyer and a judge from family court will be here within the
hour with all the papers that need to be signed to make it all legal and
proper."

Lance was alternating looking from his mother to me and back again with a
big grin. I somehow managed to feel happy for him in the middle of his
grief. The lawyer and the judge showed up and did their thing. I was
officially Lance's legal guardian when Alice passed and control of the
family fortune and the charity organization would go to Lance, with me as
the secondary trustee until Lance became legal age and becomes the primary
trustee.

As the day wore on and evening was upon us, Alice was napping more and when
she was awake she had a small smile on her face and a look of peace she
hadn't had since we saw her in the hospital on Sunday.

	"I'm going to turn in Lance. Is there anything I can get you?"

	"No, I'm just going to sit here and spend these last quiet moments
with Mom."

He had the look of despair on his face and he knew that his mother was
slipping away.

	"Do you want me to stay here with you tonight?"

	"No, I'm fine. You go get some rest. Tomorrow will be a long day."

Lance had sat with his grandfather when he passed and had seen too many
patients on their last hours not to know what was happening to his
mother. I put my hand on his shoulder and gave it a squeeze,

	"Come get me if you need anything. I probably won't get much sleep
anyway."

Lance just looked at me and nodded. I looked back at him as I left the
room. He was rubbing the back of his mother's hand and whispering to her
quietly. My heart was aching for what that young man was going through. I
went to my room, got undressed and got into bed. I tossed and turned and
finally drifted off to an uneasy sleep. I was awoken a few hours later when
Lance came into my room.

	"She's gone, Chris. I called the doctor and he said he'd be out in
the morning at nine."

	"Oh Lance, I'm so sorry for you. For both of us. Your mother was a
wonderful lady and I'm glad I got to know her. She will be missed by
everyone whose lives she touched"

	"Thanks. May I sleep with you tonight?"

	"Of course, climb in."

Lance stripped down to his boxer shorts and slid under the covers. I was
glad I opted to wear my boxers to bed and not sleep naked as usual. Lance
rolled over next to me and lay face down. He swung one leg over mine,
ending up on top of my side. His left leg came to rest in my crotch and his
right leg against my side. I was on my back with my left leg in his crotch
and my right leg against him. He reached his left arm over my chest and
pulled me tight to him. I was about to offer him some comforting words but
I couldn't come up with anything that would make it all better for him. He
let out a long and pronounced sigh, hugged me tight again and fell
asleep. We bot5h had our legs in each other crotch but there was no arousal
from either of us. I could feel his soft cock pressed against me and mine
being squashed by his leg. But this intimate contact was just two people
clinging to each other in a time of need with no sexual overtones.

I awoke the next morning is basically the same position. Only now Lance's
cock was hard as a rock and pressing into me. I moved slightly and he woke
up as well.

	"Sorry about the hardon, just a morning piss hardon," he explained
as he rolled out of bed and scurried off to the bathroom. Surprisingly, I
wasn't upset by his stiff cock pressing into me. I actually found it quite
enjoyable, I was nervous to admit.

As he came back in the bedroom the doorbell rang. He looked at the clock
and realized we had both slept late. It was nine o'clock and that must be
the doctor with the people from the funeral home to pick up Lance's mother.

	"I'm going to take a shower, could you please deal with the
doctor?" Lance asked.

	"Sure. Do you want to take your shower after he goes?"

	"No, I want to shower now. I really don't need to talk to him
anyway."

	"They'll be taking your mother, in case you didn't know."

	"Yes, I understand. But I said my good byes last night. Thanks for
handling this.".

And off he went to the shower. I went downstairs and let the doctor in
along with the men with the gurney. They went to Alice's bedroom and did
what they had to do.

	"Is Lance available?" the doctor asked.

	"He went to take a shower. I don't think he wanted to see his
mother's body leave the house."

	"I understand, how is he handling all this?"

	"As well as could be expected. I'm going to stay with him to give
him the support he needs right now."

They left and I went to see if Lance was done with his shower. He had just
come out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist. I told him I was
taking a shower now and went to the bathroom. I undressed, ran the water to
the right temperature and stepped in. I felt so good with the warm water
cascading over my body, washing away all the stress of the last new days. I
was lost in thought when I heard the shower door slide open.

	"It's been a while since I gave you a sponge bath. Want me to wash
your back?"

Before I could answer, a naked Lance stepped in the shower with me. He
picked up the soap and starting washing my back. Slow, methodical strokes
up and down my back, one side then the other. Each time he switched sides
he went further around to my side. His strong soapy hands gliding over my
body were having an effect of my cock. I closed my eyes and just purred
quietly. He moved closer and reached his hand in front of me to wash my
chest. His hands ran up and down both sides of my chest, spending more time
swirling his fingers around my nipples. My cock was now a full staff, hard
and straight. He pressed against me and I could feel his cock had stiffened
and was pressing against my ass crack. I wiggled my hips slowly and Lance
was the one purring now. I put my arms at my side so I could reach back and
put my hands on his thighs. We were a hot slippery mess, grinding against
one another. Lance leaned in and kissed me on the neck, then nibbled at my
ear. It tickled so I turned my head to the side. Lance turned to the other
side and kissed me on the lips. I turned around to face him and we hugged
and kissed passionately. I suggested we rinse off and get out of the shower
before one of us loosing their balance and we fall. We dried one another,
slowly and tenderly working each other's bodies with the soft bath towels,
exchanging kisses as we did. We went back to my room and lay down on the
bed. Lance looked deep in my eyes and smiled as he brought his lips to
mine. As our lips made contact, his tongue assaulted my mouth, swirling and
circling my tongue which did its best to keep up with him. As we both came
up for air, Lance kissed my neck then started kissing in a trail down to
one nipple then the other. I arched my back, put my hand on the back of his
head and pulled him tight to me as I moaned in approval. He started moving
lower on my body but I tried to hold his head and stop him from going where
I knew he was going. He reached up and took a hold of my hands to stop my
resisting him. Down my stomach, licking my navel. Releasing my hands he
lowered his hands and put one on my twitching cock and one on my balls,
massaging them in his fingers. His mouth came down and replaced his fingers
on my sac, sucking in one ball and then the other. Running his tongue all
over underneath my balls his mouth moved to the tip of my cock. His tongue
licked the drop of precum leaking out, then in one smooth move, swallowed
my cock to the root. He just held still, enjoying the fullness of his mouth
as I was gripping the sheets on my side overcome by the feeling of his wet,
warm mouth on my manhood. Slowly he started to lift up and then down
letting my wet cock slide in and out of his mouth. I hadn't had a mouth on
my cock since college and had almost forgot how fantastic it felt. He had
only worked on me for a few minutes when I decided to go for broke. I swung
my upper body around on the bed as I pulled Lance's lower body towards
me. I so wanted to do to him what he was doing to me. We ended up lying
side by side, Lance never letting my cock slip out of his mouth. I took
hold of his throbbing cock and brought it to my face. I had never been this
close another man's cock so I just gave it a real close look, taking in
every detail. Lance had pulled almost all the way off my cock and then
pushed back and took it all the way down, applying suction and tongue all
at the same time. It was too much for me and I opened my mouth and for the
first time in my life, took a cock. I tried to take it all but it was too
big and I gagged. Lance cautioned me to take it slow but that advice feel
on deaf ears. I kept trying to take him deeper on each attempt. But the
gagging forced me to only take what I was comfortable with and work on his
cock like he had been doing to mine. We fell into a comfortable rhythm
sucking each other. I could feel him tense up and his breathing getting
heavier. I reached behind him and grabbed his ass cheeks to pull him
against me. If I was going to suck a cock I wanted to taste his cum as
well. He mumbled what I guess was a warning he was about to cum but I held
him tight. He let my cock slip from his mouth as he thrust his hips
forward, shooting pulse after pulse of salty warm cum down my throat. H
rolled on his back and tried to catch his breath.

	"Damn, that was awesome! You've done this before, right?" Lance
asked.

	"Hell no, you're my first."

	"How did you learn to be so good at it?"

	"I just mimicked what you did to me."

	"Speaking of which, I better finish what I started," as he rolled
back and took my cock back in his mouth. I rolled on my back and he lay
over me working my cock with a fervor. My hands rubbing his back, the taste
of his cum in my mouth and his pumping my cock with his mouth and it wasn't
long before I shot my load. Lance picked his head up and moved up to kiss
me, surprising me by still having my load of cum in his mouth. His tongue
pushed his cum into my mouth and my tongue pushed back. After a few minutes
of a cum covered tongue battle, we fell apart laughing and enjoying the
moment. I was in heaven and in hell at the same time. It was the best blow
job I've ever had and my first time giving one. But this was with the young
man I'm supposed to be responsible for, not a minor I was using as a sex
toy. We were both quiet and I was wondering what Lance was thinking but
afraid to ask. Lance finally broke the silence.

	"So what do we do now?"

	"I would suggest we get cleaned up and get dressed?"

	"No, I mean how do we do this. You have a house, I have a house,
you have a life and I have a life. How do we make this work?"

	"We will have to talk and make some decisions. You can move in with
me or I can move in here, sort of your decision I guess."

	"If you move in here, you better understand I'm the man of the
house now and you're nothing more than my bitch."

I was totally taken aback at his comment. I looked at him with my mouth
open not knowing how to respond.

	"I'm hungry so go get me some graham crackers, bitch."

I just glared at him, ready to explode and unload on him in a verbal tirade
when he burst out laughing.

	"I got you!"

	"You little bastard," I laughed back at him. "You did have me
going."

I gave him a push out of the bed and onto the floor. He jumped up still
laughing and ran for the door.

	"I am hungry and I'm going for some breakfast, you coming?"

	Oh, I'm coming after you alright, I'm not done with you yet," as I
jumped out of bed and chased after him. We ran down the stairs and headed
for the kitchen. Lance slipped on a throw rug and went crashing onto the
floor.

	"Are you okay?" as I caught up with him and knelt beside him.

	"I'm fine, help me up," as he extended his hand.

I grabbed his hand but used it to push him over on his stomach.

	"No one calls me his bitch and gets away with it. Take you
punishment like a man," as I proceeded to spank his ass. After several hard
wallops I rolled him onto his back and started to tickle him.

	"Stop, stop, I hate being tickled, I'd rather be spanked."

	"Good to know."

We got up off the floor and went to the kitchen to find something for
breakfast. It suddenly dawned on me we were both naked.

	"Isn't Mildred, your housekeeper, going to be here soon?"

	"No, I texted her last night and told he about Mom and told her to
take a few days off. We have the house to ourselves and do what we
want. Including having a nude breakfast."

Lance prepared some food and took it into the dining room. We sat at a huge
antique dining table with high back ornate chairs. I couldn't help but
snicker.

	"What's so funny?"

	"The visual of two people sitting in this exquisite formal dining
room bare assed in these chairs with our balls and cock flopping
around. Not what you expect to see in here."

	"Don't be too sure. When the house keeper has gone home and mother
is off somewhere I enjoy roaming around the house naked. I've jerked off in
every room on the house."

	"Why you little pervert, you," I smirked at him.

	"You say that like you enjoy it," winking at me.

We finished breakfast with some small talk in between bites then cleaned up
our mess.

	"Let's get dressed. I want to head over to my house and pick up a
few things and check the mail. I'd like it if you'd go along with me."

	"Sure. I'll get to see where I'll be staying from now on."

	"Maybe, maybe not. That's entirely up to you. Just to get this
straight right from the beginning. As you guardian your mother wanted me to
mentor you and guide you as you grow up and mature. I don't plan on
mico-managing your life or making major life decisions for you with out
talking it through with you first. We need to talk about where you'd like
to live, here at your home with all its memories and good times, or move
into my house if its too painful to stay here. But that's not a decision we
need to make today. Give it some time."

	"That's what I meant earlier when I asked what we do now, before it
got goofy. I haven't really given it any thought."

	"Well, if it helps you make up your mind, there is no nudity
allowed in my house, anywhere, ever. When you shower you'll have to wear a
swim suit, no speedos, and when you go to bed, full pajamas and a night
cap."

	"Guess I'm staying here then, without clothes and without you if I
have to." Lance said with a straight face.

	"I told you I'm not leaving you so its looks like here it is,
clothing optional."

We both had a good laugh and headed up stairs to get dressed. I followed
behind Lance and watching as his firm ass swung from side to side as he
took the stairs two at a time. I had all I could do not to get hard but for
once my self-control won out. We each went to our rooms and got
dressed. Lance came in my room as I was finishing up and sat on the edge of
the bed.

	"There is something I have to tell you. I suppose you should have
know before you agreed to be my guardian but I don't think even my mother
knew."

I felt I knew where this was going but I just played dumb. Lance looked
down at the floor and spoke quietly.

	"I'm gay, in case you haven't figured that out by now.."

	"Ok, so what is it I should have known before agreeing to be your
guardian."

He looked up at me with a confused look on his face.

	"Are you deaf? I said I'm gay."

	"Ya, I kind of thought that with our activities lately. By the way
I'm not gay. I'm not exactly sure what I am right now. I've enjoyed the fun
we've had but I'm very confused. But what was the big thing I need to know"

	"Quit screwing around. I'm gay! I like guys, and only guys. I like
you. I like any hot guy with a dick between his legs. Got it?"

	"Yes, I get it. But that's not important to me. And it certainly
doesn't define who you are as a person. Your Lance Winthrop, a kind,
compassionate person. A loving and respectful son to his mother. A hard
working volunteer for the patients at the hospital. A good looking, viral,
strong young man. And the least of which, you're gay. It would not have
changed a thing if you had come out to me before I agreed to be your
guardian."

	"Did my mother hint at it at all? I'm not sure if she knew for sure
but I think she had her suspicions."

	"She never said anything to me if she did. All she said was that
she loved you and wanted to make sure you would be taken care of by someone
who cared for you and who you cared for. And I'm the lucky guy"

	"I'm sure that will change the way you feel about me, maybe not
want me around?"

	"Bull shit! If that was the case, I would have called the lawyer by
now and had the whole deal cancelled. That's not going to happen. You stuck
with me." I laughed. "it's Lance the person I like, not Lance the gay
boy. Our sexual preference doesn't define who we are, it's our character
and our core values. Sure, being gay will be a part of who you are but not
everything. It's like baking a cake. The batter is made up of flour, eggs,
shortening, spices, baking powder and water, all mixed together and then
baked. All the ingredients are necessary for a delicious cake. Leave out an
ingredient and the cake won't come out very well. You have all the
ingredients to be a successful man and I'm here to make sure the baking
goes as planned."

	"So you're saying I'm a delicious cake?" looking at me with a
smirk.

	"Well, I like what I've had a chance to taste so far," punching him
on the shoulder and heading for the door. "Just one more thing, you have to
feel free to tell me anything you want. I want total honesty between us,
about anything. I know you're not a party guy and I'm not sure if you drink
or not but if you're ever out with friends and need a ride home for any
reason, or if one of your friends with you needs a ride, no matter what the
time of night or day or where you are, please call. I rather get out of bed
to give you a ride then get out of bed to have to go to the police station,
or worse, to the emergency room. Deal?"

	"I don't drink or do any recreational drugs. I've seen how that
ends too many times at the hospital so I don't think that will ever
happen. But thanks for the offer. I'll tuck it in the back of my wallet for
safe keeping."

Lance met me at the door and gave me a hug and a quick kiss on the lips.

	"Don't start this again or we'll never get out of the house."

	"Ok, ok. Rain check then. I have to work on you to figure out if
your gay, bi or just a screwed up straight guy," he giggled.

	"Please let me know when you find out."

On the drive over to my house Lance and I made small talk for a while. Then
I asked him if had any plans for his life, any goals or ambitions he wanted
to achieve.

	"Now you sound like my mother," with out giving me an answer.

	"I'm not your mother but I am the guy your mother entrusted to
mentor you and help you achieve your dreams, what ever they may be."

	"I really enjoy helping patients at the hospital so maybe I'll be a
nurse."

	"That can be a very rewarding career. You have the resources, the
talent and the opportunity to be anything you want. You could be a nurse or
even a doctor."  I rather be a nurse. So many of the patients I help say I
spend more time with them than their doctor does. They don't have the time
to spend to get to know their patients. It's just diagnose them, treat
them, bill them and move on to the next number of the charts."

"That's a little cynical but you probably right. Well then you could even
be a full time administrator of a charitable foundation that helps thousand
of people every year."

"You mean like my mother? Giving away money to have your name on a building
or in the papers?"

"Whoa there young man, that was not why your mother was so involved in the
family foundation. She truly cared where her money went and how it
helped. Anyone asking for a donation for a cause, she had two questions
right up front. 'Who will benefit from this program and how many will
benefit'. If she didn't feel comfortable with the answers she would
politely turn them down."

"Maybe you right. I never did get too involved in what she was doing. I
prefer the one on one help I can offer."

"And there is nothing wrong with that at all. But I would like you to get
familiar with the foundation and the work that it does. After all, you are
the primary beneficiary."

"In name only. You are the one controlling everything until I turn legal
age."

"True, but that will come sooner than you think and then you'll be the one
making decisions that will affect quite a few people. At least give it some
thought."

"Okay, but no promises."

"Fair enough. I'm just here to guide you and offer advice, not control
you. Unless of course you get out of hand. Then it's over my knee time
again," I laughed at him.

"You enjoyed that way too much, pervert," Lance shot back with his own
laugh.

	We got to my house and went inside. I gave him the grand tour, as
grand as it could be. My house was a much more humble abode than his. But
it was comfortable, plenty roomy enough for two and well kept. After I gave
him a tour, I told him to look around and make himself comfortable while I
went and got some of my clothes and my suit for the funeral. I came back
down and Lance was sitting on the living room couch, naked as the day he
was born.

	"Ah, what's this," I asked as I entered the room.

	"You said make myself comfortable so I did. I want to see if it's
as much fun to be naked in your house as it is in mine. I do plan on
spending a lot of time this way, you understand, at whichever house we
settle in. Would you care to join me?"

	"You know where that would lead if I did?"

	"I hope so," he smirked.

	"We should be getting back to your house, I've got everything I
need."

	"I don't. Not until you join me. And besides, what's you hurry. No
one is waiting for us.

He did have a point. He also had a semi-hard cock. So did I by this time. I
should have known better but I let the little head take control of the big
head. I stripped out of my clothes and joined Lance on the couch. Just to
tease him a little, I sat of the opposite end, leaving plenty of room
between us.

	"What's the matter, afraid I'll bite?"

	"You didn't last time, very good lip control," giving him a wink.

He got up and walked over to my end of the couch, spread his legs and
straddled mine, sitting in my lap facing me. He scooted forward so his now
stiff cock was pressing against mine. He was already leaking precum which
left wet spots everywhere he touched me. He put his hands on my shoulders
and leaned in for a kiss. I tilted my head to get a better angle for a deep
tongue kiss. My hands went around his back and pulled him close to
me. Lance reached down and grabbed both our cocks and pointed them straight
up against our stomachs. He started humping back and forth, grinding our
cocks together, both of them getting slippery from his precum. He leaned
tighter to me and pressed my head into the back of the couch. One of my
hands went to the back of his head to keep out mouths as tight together as
possible. After what seemed like forever, he broke the kiss and leaned
back.

	"Sorry, I had to come up for air."

	"Same here.

	"I've come up for air, now I'm going down for cock."

With a shit eating grin on his face, he kissed and licked his way down my
body as he slid back off my lap. He pushed my knees apart and positioned
himself between my spread legs. Rubbing his hands against the inside of my
thighs, his hands moved up to take my cock in one hand and my balls in the
other. He looked up and smiled just before taking my balls in his mouth and
rolling them around like marbles. He was slowly stroking my cock and he
lifted my scrotum and kissed underneath. He took one hand off my cock and
reach back to raise my legs and rest them on his shoulders. I was almost
bent in half and felt very vulnerable, but highly aroused at the same
time. He free hand went back to slowly stroking my cock as he kissed ever
lower between my legs. Oh my God, is he headed where I think he is? I was
starting to panic and was about to stop him when his tongue found its mark
and licked my hole. Panic quickly faded to desire as I lifted my legs even
higher to give him better access. No one had ever touched my ass before, at
least not in a sexual way. The thought of it would have totally grossed me
out but the feelings I was having overwhelmed any misgivings I had about
this. I was moaning and writhing as he continued his assault on my ass. Now
it was my cock that was leaking copious amounts of precum. Lance stopped
stroking and used his fingers to wipe as much as he could off my cock. Then
he raised his head from my ass. The disappointment I felt was short lived
as his mouth came down on my cock and took it all in one swallow. As he was
going up and down on my cock I felt his hand going back to my ass, the hand
that had my precum on it. His finger massaged my hole and sent shivers up
my spine. Slowly he applied pressure with his finger on my rosebud. No, no
way I want anything pushed up my ass. Again, I was about to speak up and
stop him. But just then his finger slid inside me. A slight pain at the
first invasion of my cherry ass that quickly faded to pleasure. A pleasure
I had never known before. He moved gently and soon had his finger buried as
deep as it could go. As he started to wiggle it around he found the sweet
spot I had heard of but never felt before. A small of amount of cum
released from the tip of my cock as Lance moaned at the taste of it. He
lifted his head and looked me in the eyes.

	"A little taste of what was to come . . . literally!"  And went
back to sucking my cock.

The whole new experience had every nerve in my body tingling with
excitement and anticipation. A few more minutes and I sensed the orgasm was
on its way. I told Lance I was so close so get ready. He mumbled something
and increased his speed and suction on my cock as he pushed deep and hard
on my prostrate. I erupted in an orgasm more intense that I had ever had in
my life. I released stream after stream of cum down Lance's throat as I
held his head fast on my cock. When it had stopped, I lay back exhausted
and let my legs slide of of his shoulders.

	"Not bad, old man."

	"Ya, it was okay, I suppose, for a young guy."

Lance punched me in the leg and got up off the floor, sitting next to me on
the couch.

	"Give me a few minutes to catch my breath and recuperate and I'll
do you."

	"Your house, your pleasure, I can wait until later. My house, my
pleasure" was his short answer.

We snuggled on the couch for a while then got dressed and headed back to
Lance's house. There was s message on the answering machine from the
funeral home wanting to meet with us to go over the final details of the
funeral.

	"Let's go now and get this over with," Lance suggested. "I don't
know what they want to talk about. Mother said she had everything
prearranged so I wouldn't have to deal with this."

	"I have no idea. Let's have some lunch and head over there. I'll
call them and let them know we're coming."

We had a light lunch and cleaned up. Lance was very quiet and hardly said
two words. The message from the funeral home had brought him back to the
reality he would be facing. Our naked romp at my house had taken his mind
completely of his mother's death. I suppose I could justify my sexual
activities with Lance as a sort of therapy for him and I was just doing my
job. Some job! No, I was as much into what we did simply for my own
pleasure. The side benefit was his enjoyment as well. On the drive to the
funeral home Lance was still quiet, looking out the window with a blank
expression on his face. I reached over and gently put my hand on his thigh,
giving it a little squeeze.

	"I'm here for you, just remember that."

He looked over at me, smiled and nodded his head.

	"You damn well better be," and put his hand on mind.

We met with the funeral director in his office. Lance was right, his Mother
had made all the arrangements, even down to the clothes she should be
dressed in. Her death had made headlines in the local papers for several
days, with several articles written about her charitable works. Her
original plan was to have visiting hours in the afternoon and then again in
the evening. The funeral director had been inundated with calls inquiring
about the visiting hours so he was concerned about a large turn out. He
suggested the unusual move of having visiting hours from 2:00 PM until 8:00
PM to accommodate more mourners. I was concerned about Lance having to
endure six hours on his feet greeting people and thanking them for turning
out.

	"That seems like an awfully long time, don't you think?" I
inquired.

	"Lance nor you would have to be present the whole time. It would be
an eminent citizen laying in state for a public viewing, similar to what
they do in Washington for politicians. It would be a closed casket, of
course."

	"Yes, and that is very impersonal and meaningless in my opinion. If
we are going to do this, I want to be there in person to greet anyone who
comes to honor my Mother's life and her legacy." Lance firmly announced.

"Lance, six hours is a long time. Are you sure you want to do that?" I
wasn't sure how he would hold up for that long.

"My mother gave me 15 years of her life to raise me and give me a loving
home. The least I can do to honor her is give her six hours of my life. And
I want an open casket. People are coming to play their respects to her, not
a wooden box."

Lance had definitely come out of his slump. I wasn't sure it was the best
idea, but he was adamant that this is how it would be. The funeral director
grudgingly obliged.

	"I will notify the papers of the changes and make the necessary
arrangements. One last thing. She stipulated that the funeral be
private. She gave me a list of names that I am to notify to attend. She
didn't want any collation after the funeral. She thought that might be too
much for you to deal with."

	"May I see the list?"

	"Certainly," as he opened a folder and handed Lance sheet filled
with names. He read it over quickly and added,

	"There are a few people I would like to add to this list, if that
is alright."

	"What ever you want. Just write their names and contact information
on the bottom of the list and I will see to it."

	"No, I'd rather contact these people myself. It will make the
invitation more personal. No offense to you."

	"None taken. It's just part of what your Mother asked me to take
care of."

	"She was very thorough like that. Do we get a credit on the cost of
the funeral for doing this myself?"

The funeral director looked stunned. No one had ever started negotiating
the cost of a funeral during a mourning period, let alone a fifteen year
old boy who had just lost his mother. Before he could think of something to
say to Lance, Lance smiled at him and commented,

	"Just kidding. Thought I'd lighten the mood a little."

Holy hell! Lance goes from being a sexual predator on me in the morning to
taking control of his mother's funeral in a big way, taking on more
responsibility than imaginable and then busting on the funeral director. Is
he fifteen or fifty? I don't think I'd have the strength to behave this way
if I were in his shoes. We finished up the details and left the funeral
home.

	"Was I being too out of line? I know it's not really my place to
dictate terms when my Mother had everything arranged but I felt it would be
better this way." Lance said quietly, falling back into his sullen mood.

	"Oh my God no, Lance. I was so proud of you taking control of
things in such a positive way. I think what you asked for is perfect. I
think you're Mother just didn't want to put too much on you at a time like
this. Are you sure you haven't taken on too much?"

	"I'm willing to bet when my Mother made these arrangements she had
no idea you were going to be my guardian. If I didn't have you by my side,
I would be a slobbering mess and just go along to get along. But with you
at my side, I'm confident I handle just about anything life throws at
me. Even you!"  There was the smile I loved beaming back at me.

	"I'm supposed to be handling you, remember?"

	"That's later," he smirked his devilish grin at me.

Who the hell am I dealing with here? Certainly not your typical
teenager. Lol.

	"One question, though, what is a collation?"

	"It has been described in many way. It's a gathering, either at
your house or a rented facility, where lights snacks and drinks are offered
to mourners who attended the funeral. Some describe it as a celebration of
life, others say it's an opportunity to personally offer condolences to the
bereaved who didn't get a chance to at the funeral."

	"So, essentially, a chance for a bunch of freeloaders to get a free
meal and scope out our house?"

	"Damn, are you seriously that cynical?"

	"No, just busting your balls this time. If we have one Mildred will
want to set everything up and make the preparations. She is like part of
the family so I don't want to lay that on her."

	"If you want to hold a collation, you can always hire a caterer to
come in."

	"Or better yet, you can hire a caterer to handle that. I'm not sure
how Mother felt but if it's tradition then we should do it."

	"Gotcha. I take care of the details. I'm also going to hire a
private security firm to have the house guarded during the wake and the
funeral. Thieves watch the papers for houses that might be empty at those
times."

	"Good idea. I never would have thought of that."

We got back to Lance's house and had a quick supper. Lance excused himself
to go to his Mother's office and start making phone calls. I cleaned up
from our meal and then quietly walked down the hall to stand outside the
office door. What I heard was a mature young man making some very intimate
phone calls. He asked for the person on the list, announced his reason for
calling and then gave them the details of the arrangements. He made comment
that each person meant something special to his Mother as she had
personally made out the invitation list. By the third call I wanted so
badly to run in and hug the breath out of him. Sincere, humble and showing
no overt emotion. He sounded no less professional than someone from the
funeral home. I went back to the living room and watched some
television. Or rather I turned it on and my mind went somewhere else
entirely. It had been a long and exhausting day. Lance came in about an
hour later, told me he had finished all the calls and was going to turn
in. I shut of the television and joined him heading up stairs. We used the
bathroom and got ready for bed.

	"Are you sleeping in your room tonight and bunking in with me
again?"

	"What do you think?" Lance replied as he gave me a gentle shove
towards the door to my room.

	"How did the calls go?" I was curious to hear from him.

	"Good. Everyone I spoke to offered their condolences and said they
would attend. The only one we will have a problem with is Mildred. When I
told her about the collation and hiring a caterer she objected saying she
could take care of all the drinks and refreshments. I explained to her that
she was part of the family and I would allow her to work on the day of the
funeral. I also told her I wanted her to take the following week off to
relax. I think she thought I was letting her down easy and going to fire
her. So I told her she would need her rest because when she came back there
would be two men in the house to cook and clean for. She laughed at that
and said she'd take the time off."

	"Good call."

	"Yes, a whole week with just the two of us in the house. Just us
and no clothes," he grinned.

	"You horn dog! Let's get some sleep. We need to rest up as well."

Lance was quiet and subdued the next few days leading up to the wake. I
would give him a hug now and then to bolster his spirits. The morning of
the wake he was still very quiet but he would occasionally look and me and
offer a weak smile. He was trying really hard to hold it together. We
arrived at the funeral home early to give Lance some private time with his
Mother. A line was already forming at 1:30. This was going to be a long
afternoon. Lance was doing a good job of greeting people and listening to
their connections to his mother. That was until around 4:00 when an elderly
man came up to shake Lance's hand. He was wearing a suit that looked like
it was almost as old as he was, something he probably didn't wear too
often. He stood slightly slumped forward for years of manual labor as his
rough callused hands and ruddy complexion confirmed.

	"I want to extend my condolences to you, young man. Your Mother was
an angel sent from heaven to save my family. My only son got mixed up with
drugs when he was young and was surely going to be where your mother is now
if it wasn't for her compassion. My son, Alfredo, had been in and out of
rehab but nothing had worked. His drug habit was getting the best of him
and was going to take his life. Your Mother had funded a rehab facility and
when she heard about my son she made it her mission to get him enrolled and
get him clean. The facility was full but she made them take my son. He
stopped going after a few days, headed back to the drugs. But your Mother
wouldn't let that happen. She personally came to our house every morning to
pick up Alfredo and take him to the facility because I could not miss work
and take him myself. The first few days she stayed there with him to make
sure he didn't just walk out. By the time he was discharged he was clean
and on the way to a new life. Today his is married has two children of his
own and a very good job to support his family. None of this would have been
possible without your mother. I owe her my son's life."

At that the man broke down crying. Lance pulled him in for a hug.

	"Your son is the second boy who life she straightened out. Mine was
her first."

The old man looked at Lance, smiled and shuffled off. Lance looked at me as
tears rolled down his cheeks.

	"Come on, Lance, let's take a break," as I led him towards the
private lounge area.

	"Damn, I could use a cigarette right now."

	"Lance, you don't smoke. Do you?"

	"No, of course not but isn't that what people say at a time like
this? Well then, I could use a stiff drink right now."

	"Er, you don't drink either, I hope."

	"No way. So I guess that leaves me with my only vice. Damn, I need
to get laid right now, you game?" he giggled as he wiped his tears away.

	"I'm definitely game but not here and now, later."

	"Deal. Let's get back to the line."

The rest of the wake went smoothly with lots of comments and
handshaking. It was exhausting for me so I can only imagine what it was
like for Lance. At the end of the evening Lance wanted a moment alone with
his Mother before we left. I stood just outside the main room and heard him
talking to the casket. I couldn't make out what he was saying but I knew it
came from his heart. We got in the car and headed home. Lance lay across
the front seat and put his head on my lap, placing his hand on my thigh.

	"Thank you for today. I never could have made it without you with
me. You have no idea how much you mean to me, really."

	"About the same as how much you mean to me, Lance. I haven't felt
this close to anyone since my wife died. I feel so blessed you have come
into my life."

We rode the rest of the way in silence. We hadn't had much to eat all day
but weren't hungry enough to make any supper, just some quick snacks and
off to bed. Lance climbed into bed with me and cuddled up close and
tight. He brought his lips to mine and we kissed passionately and
deeply. He rolled over and lay on top of me as we kissed and hugged each
other.

	"I just need to be close to you right now. I don't necessarily want
sex, unless you do."

	"This is just fine. Tonight wr are one being, brought together by
fate and kept together by our love for each other."

Did I just say 'love'? Yes, and I meant it. I do love Lance. But it's very
confusing. I love him in a paternal sort of way but also as a lover, if
that makes any sense. I don't think it is incestuous, it's a unique
situation to be sure. But it feels right and I don't want to change
anything about it.

We woke the nest morning still entwined together. Lance looked at me and
smiled, then went stone faced.

	"We better get up and get ready," he announced quietly.

	"Another long day ahead of us but we'll make it together."

We had some breakfast and got dressed. The funeral home had sent a limo for
us and took us to the church. We were ushered in the side door to meet
briefly with Fr. Riley.

Fr. Riley was the pastor at the cathedral. He was in his late seventies and
was definitely old school. He was giving the eulogy himself because he
didn't allow anyone on his alter but him. Even visiting clergy had to stand
at the foot of the alter to speak. This cathedral caters to the rich and
connected. They are also mostly old school and appreciate his strict
manner. Fr. Riley went over the protocol he followed at a funeral,
something was already familiar to us both, being members of this parish.

	"I haven't noticed either of you at Mass the last few weeks."

	"No, Father, we were traveling one weekend and then Mrs. Winthrop
fell ill and you know the rest," I spoke up.

	"Has either of you been to confession recently?"

	"It's been a few months for me."

	"And me as well, Father," Lance admitted.

	"Then neither of you can take communion this morning. You will
remain kneeling in your pew so as not to be embarrassed if I had to refuse
you in front of everyone. All of this may be God's way of letting you know
you should take your teaching more seriously, attend Mass regularly and go
to confession in a timely manner."

Trying to insinuate that Alice's death was God revenge for not attending
his services? I was stunned. Lance on the other hand tightened his hands
into fists and had a look on his face that scared me. His face was turning
red and the veins in his neck were bulging. I locked arms with him and
pulled him with me as I made a hasty retreat to our pew.

	"We had better get seated. Thank you, Father."

We sat down and I quietly put my hand on Lance's.

	"Can you believe that miserable old son of a bitch? My mother's
death was my fault? Our fault? I wanted to punch that pious bastard right
in the mouth!"

	"I did too, but punching out a priest at your mother's funeral
would be bad form. Let's wait until next Sunday and we can double team him
when we go up for communion."

My joke lightened the mood and made Lance snicker softly.

	"You're crazier than he is. Let's get back to the business at
hand."

Alice's casket was wheeled down the aisle followed by the priest and his
entourage. The ceremony was a very nice one, including the eulogy. He may
have been a miserable of so and so but he did perform a very comforting
service. At the close, the pallbearers turned the casket to wheel it to the
back of the church. The priest was to follow directly behind the casket but
as it passed our pew, Lance scooted out and got between the casket and the
priest. He got right up to the casket and laid both his hands on the back
of it and walked along with it. The pallbearers noticed him and slowed
their pace even slower than they were going. It was now the priest who was
red faced with the veins about to burst in his neck. I followed along in
the normal order of things. When we got to the back of the church, Lance
let go of the casket and walked towards the door. Fr Riley called out to
him as I approached the two of them.

		"Mr Winthrop, that stunt of yours was against all
protocol!"

	I intercepted them before anyone could speak,

"Yes, Father, and thank you for letting Lance walk down the aisle one more
time with his mother. It was so respectful of you."

Then I once again grabbed Lance's arm and pulled him out the door and down
the steps towards the awaiting limo. Fr Riley came out and stood at the top
of the stairs and watched as they loaded the casket into the hearse. When
they closed the back door, Fr made the sign of the cross and turned and
walked back into the church.

	"You know, we're both going to burn in hell for what we just did."

	"Maybe so, Lance but I told you I had your back, no matter what."

Very inappropriately we both had a good hearty laugh as we headed to the
cemetery. We sat in the limo while the pallbearers set the casket at the
grave and prepared everything for the final graveside service. Everyone
gathered around the grave and stood waiting for the priest to show up. And
waited. And waited. Finally Lance looked at me and smirked. We had pissed
off the priest so bad he wasn't going to show up to perform the
service. Lance took out his phone and looked at it. Oh hell, I hope he is
not going to call him?

	"I just got a text from Fr Riley's driver. They had a flat tire and
can't get here for another thirty minutes. I can't ask you all to stand
here and wait that long."

To the astonishment of everyone, me included, Lance started right into this
own graveside service. He was very polished and professional, following
along what would be a normal service by a priest. He also included his own
eulogy he had written a few days ago before he learned he wouldn't be able
to speak at the funeral. When he concluded, we went to the casket, took one
red rose from the bouquet on top, kissed his hand and placed it on his
mother's casket and then threw a handful of dirt on the foot of the casket.

	"This concludes our graveside service. You are all invited back to
a collation at our residence for some light refreshments and fellowship."

There was not a dry eye anywhere to be found but then a spontaneous round
of applause broke out. I have never in my life been to a funeral where the
mourners applauded anyone. Lance put his hand on my shoulder and led me
back to the limo.

	"Screw that old bastard. We didn't need him anyway."

	"Who the hell are you and what the fuck did you do with my little
boy Lance that I'm supposed to guiding into manhood?"

	"I'm right here. You've done a pretty good job so far in the week
we've been together."  Another haughty laugh as we sped back to his
house. Or is it our house? Whatever!

The guests arrived and Lance was the consummate host, greeting everyone and
circulating to take time to chat briefly with everyone. Listening intently
at their stories and fond memories of his Mother. I knew may of the people
invited and had a chance to chat with them as well. They knew I was a
friend of the family so no one questioned why Lance and I were together at
the wake and the funeral. It was no secret that I was his guardian but I
wasn't going to bring it up if no one else did. The last of the guest left
so Lance and I went into the living room to finally sit and relax.

	"We made it thought the day. We're both going to hell but it was
worth it," Lance laughed. "Thanks for being there for me."

	"I have to say I've very impressed by your maturity and grace
through this whole ordeal. Other than pissing off the most revered priest
in the city, that is."

At that moment Lance's phone rang. It was his friend Justin wanting to know
if he and Kayla could stop by to give him some moral support.

	"Chris, Justin and Kayla want to stop by. Is that alright with
you?"

	"It's your house, you don't have to ask permission."

	"I just wanted to be sure."

They must have called from the driveway because there was a knock on the
door a few minutes later. Lance introduced me to Kayla, Justin and I had
already met at the hospital. We all went into the living room and I offered
to order pizza if anyone was hungry. They all answered, 'of course'. When
the pizza came, I took it into the living room and then left them to eat in
peace while I went to clean up the kitchen. Justin came by and asked where
the bathroom was. I directed him down the hall. Before he went, he thanked
me for helping Lance get through everything the last few weeks. He said he
had misjudged me and was glad Lance had someone like me to look out for
him. I thanked him as he left the kitchen and then went to the living room
to see if they needed anything else/ I came in the doorway and saw Lance
and Kayla making out on the couch. Kayla's tongue was so far down Lance's
throat, she must have been tickling his tonsils. I quietly backed away so
as not to disturb them. I was still in the hallway when Justin came back so
I greeted him loudly to alert Lance and Kayla. I went back into the kitchen
and sat down to try and wrap my head around what I had just seen. Lance
must be bi. Or had he just been leading me on and playing with me to be
able to control me in a fashion? I was deep in thought when Kayla popped
her head in and asked where the office was. Lance told her she could plug
her phone in to charge it in there. I showed her the office and then passed
the living room door as I headed back to the kitchen. I glanced in and now
Lance was passionately making out with Justin! What the hell? Either this
boy is a total slut or I'm a total fool, being played by this kid. I
hollered back to Kayla to ask if she found the charger, which I knew she
had, but again, wanted to alert Lance. I couldn't take anymore of this
round robin play so I said my good nights and went up stairs to
bed. Naturally I couldn't get to sleep so I was still awake when Lance came
to bed several hours later. He undressed and slipped into bed, not knowing
if I was awake or asleep. I just lay still. Lance shook me and asked me to
wake up.

	"Chris, are you awake?"

	"I am now. What is it?"

	"Can we talk for a bit? I feel like shit and I really need to get
it off my chest."

	"Ok, what's wrong.?"

	"Kayla and Justin are the two closest friends I have in the whole
world, after you of course. Tonight when Justin went to the bathroom, Kayla
jumped on me and started making out. She is a great friend and she has a
thing for me, but I only like her as a friend, not a girlfriend. It took me
by surprise and I didn't want to just push her away so I kissed her
back. Then when she went to charge her phone, Justin came on to me. We
almost had a thing together several months ago but again, I like him as a
friend but he was starting to get too possessive so I stopped him. Tonight
all those old feelings came rushing back and we kissed but I pushed him
away knowing I didn't want to go there again. I shouldn't have returned the
kiss to either of them and I'm afraid I may have led them on and will end
up hurting them in the end. Am I a bad person?"

	"I don't think so. I think you should be honest with them and tell
them how you really feel about them and the kisses were just a moment of
weakness and nothing more."

	"Do you hate me for what I did?"

	"I have no reason to. It's between you and your friends."

	"But I feel like I've cheated on you in a sense. You and I have
something special, even thought we've never really talked about it, I can
tell we have real feeling towards each other."

My mind is racing ninety miles an hour. Is he playing me? Or is he really
telling me the truth. Looking back on earlier, I was more jealous than
anything else, watching Lance making out with Kayla and Justin. Should I be
jealous? Why? We're not lovers, or at least have not said as much to each
other. Do I have feelings for him? Very much so! But are they as a parent
figure or a lover? Can it be both? So many questions that my head is
hurting.

	"It's late, let's get some sleep and we can talk about this in the
morning."

	"Okay. Good night."

Lance moved in close and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek then nuzzled his
head against my shoulder. He was asleep in no time as I lay awake still
trying to figure things out.



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