Date: Sat, 15 Dec 2001 20:54:20 -0500 From: Todd Grant Subject: Gerry & Todd Chapter 12- Todd's Birthday This is a story about a man and a handicapped teenage boy that meet and fall in love. If you are underage or offended by the subject matter, please leave. Up to the point where they talk for quite some time, the story is real for the most part. We did part without ever exchanging anything more than conversation. He was just as beautiful as described. Maybe if I had been more aggressive...who knows? The rest is strictly fiction and wishful thinking on my part. Please send any comments to redfordtodd1_@hotmail.com. Be kind as this is my first effort. No offense to handicapped persons is intended. I already have additional chapters ready, if you the reader are interested. It may come across as long winded and I don't always get right to the sex. (there is more in later chapters) I wanted the reader to feel like these were real people, and get to know them. I want to give credit to my good friend, Wilson, who has helped me more than he will admit as my editor. Any similarities between a character and a real person, living or dead, are purely coincidental. Any actions the reader takes as a result of reading this story are not the responsibility of the author. You may not reproduce, post, or distribute this story in any way without the author's expressed written permission. You may print out one copy or save one copy of this story for your own viewing and entertainment. By reading further, you implicitly are agreeing to the above guidelines. Dear readers, my thanks to all of you, and please do keep in touch. Todd's Birthday It seemed like I had just closed my eyes, when I started feeling very horny again. My body was tingling and as I became conscious, I felt my cock in a warm moist place. I moaned. It felt oh so good. As my eyes slowly opened to daylight, I looked down to see Gerry's head in my lap and my hard tool deeply imbedded in his mouth. I almost shot right there. I ran my hands through his hair. "Baby, oh my baby, you don't have to do this," I whispered. He started doing things to me with his tongue. I knew I couldn't hold out much longer. Then he began to gently squeeze my balls. That's all it took. I tried to pull him off. "I'm going to cum, baby, stop, ...don't, ...don't, ...don't stop!" I almost yelled. He refused to pull away, and took my load as well as anyone ever had. He pulled up, smiling, with my cum in the corners of his mouth. Then he stuck out his tongue and ran it around his lips. "Happy birthday, my awesome man," he said lovingly. I pulled him up so I could kiss him. His mouth tasted of Gerry with just a hint of Essence of Todd mixed in. We were just getting heated up again, when a sudden thought struck me. "What about all that noise I just made, Gerry? Bill and Em had to have heard that. Hell, the whole neighborhood probably heard." Gerry laughed. "They went out for a while" he explained. "It was their idea. They said that we should have some alone time this morning and I agreed. They'll be back around eleven, or so. As for the neighbors, too bad I saw you first!" He had that smirk on his face again. "Do I get breakfast in bed on my birthday?" His smirk widened as he turned over and grabbed his hard-on, the tip was already moist with pre-cum. "Will this do?" "I guess I'll have the cream before my coffee this time," I said with a pout. His eyes went wide at the expression on my face, and then I made the dive. In one quick gulp I had him all the way to his pubes. He moaned long and low. There was just enough of a hint of that musky-spermy smell without being offense. The look on his face changed quickly as I worked his boy-cock good while pulling on his balls with one hand and playing with his nipples with the other. It only took a few minutes before I felt his body begin to tense. His eyes actually rolled back. He moaned even louder. "Oh, God! Oh my God! Oh! Oh!! Oh!!!" He nearly screamed. He tasted so sweet with only a hint of bitter as his hot essence hit my mouth. I gently kept up until he grew soft. I pulled up for one of our kisses, sharing the flavor of each other. After several minutes, I pulled back to catch my breath. "Todd, there doesn't seem to be any `connection' today. Do you think it was just a one-time thing?" "Baby, I have no idea. We'll just have to see what the future brings to us." I let out a big yawn. "Just think, it's only eight o'clock." He said with his smirk. "We have almost three more hours left before we have to behave again." "I'm not sure I can survive that long with this raving sex maniac next to me!" "A sex maniac am I?" He said wide-eyed. "And just who is it that has kept up with me every single time and been ready for more?" He had me there. I gave him my most sorry little boy look I could muster. He cracked first, and we both ended up laughing long and hard. As we quieted down, he gave me a look I didn't quite understand. "Todd, the only times that we've been face to face in bed, I'm always the one on top. Do you think that maybe this time you could lay down on top of me?" Somehow I `sensed' that this wasn't what it appeared to be, but I ignored it. "Are you sure it won't hurt your back? I couldn't stand it if I ever hurt you in any way." "It should be okay as long as we're careful. Please, I want to feel the weight of my man on me. Please?" That gut feeling had become a bit stronger, but I gave in to his request. Slowly, I eased my body weight onto his smaller frame. He still wore an expression I couldn't read. Lifting his head, he pressed his lips to mine. This wasn't one of our regular kisses; he seemed to be teasing me as much as possible with his tongue. He ran his hands over my back and then down. It felt so good when he grabbed my buns in his hands. Not quite as gentle as I expected, he rubbed and squeezed both of my cheeks. As he pulled his lips away from mine, the strange expression increased on his face. Staring into his eyes, I felt his hands leave my fanny. His eyes narrowed slightly as first one and then the other of his hands landed back on my ass with a firm spank. "Happy birthday, mam. That's two with how many more? Thirty-one?" He had such a devilish expression now. So this was why I had such a feeling that something was up. Before I had a chance to react, he landed two more stinging slaps to my butt. "That's four. Think that you're man enough to handle all of them?" I flipped over onto my back bringing him into the top position. "I don't think it's a matter of man enough when someone turns the tables on you." That was when I found out that his hands were trapped beneath me. He moved them just enough to get in a good pinch on each cheek. "Ow, just you wait Gerald William O'Neal, your birthday isn't that far away, and don't think that I will forget this before then." I said with a stern look. "I was just having some fun." He was wearing his pouty look again. "It's okay, baby. As long as we know where the starting and stopping points are." I had him right where I wanted him. His legs were between mine, and trapped. His hands were still under my butt, and I had just put an arm around him. I quickly did a one-armed bear hug and began tickling him without mercy. The pinching of my poor posterior began again. Doing my best to ignore the pain, I continued my revenge. Switching hands, I could attack both sides from the armpits on down across his ribs. I didn't know that his voice could get that high, as he almost shrieked from laughter. He kept begging me to stop. "But, `I was just having some fun`." I said sarcastically as I gave his body a rest, turning us onto our sides. Giving me his most serious look, he said, "How can I ever trust you again, Todd?" My eyes went wide as I got off of the bed and turned my back to him, appraising the damage to my heine. "Trust me? Look at the bruises on my poor buns. It looks like I went to a seafood place and put my butt in the live lobster tank!" Looking first at my face and then at my backside, he let a slight giggle escape. "Did I do that?" "Yup, that's the price I pay for trying to make you laugh a little." "A little? Do you have any idea how sore my ribs are right now? And here you are complaining about a few bruised buns." He had such an indignant look on his face. It was at that point that I noticed my ribs were aching just a little. This was getting strange. I had to know. "Baby, turn over on your stomach for just a minute." He gave me a wide-eyed look. "Do you really think I'm going to fall for that after what I did to you?" Just looking at me, he could `feel' that I wasn't about to try anything, and he nodded. Silently, he turned over. I stared in shock, a mild gasp escaped from me. "What's wrong, Todd?" He saw the expression on my face. "Tell me." "Baby, whatever this `link' is that we're sharing, we are going to have to be careful." I gently caressed his buns. "Ow, what did you do?" "It's not what I did; it's what you did. While they aren't as bad as mine, you have bruises on your butt too." He gave me an incredulous look. Tentatively, he reached down and felt his cheeks. I could `sense' it when he hit a bruise. "Wow, how did you figure this out?" I gave him a slight grin. "You aren't the only one with sore ribs." "Just how far do you think that this `link' is going to go with us?" "Baby, I have no idea. With the way we can `sense' each other's emotions we will have one hell of a time ever keeping something from each other." [Dear Readers: from this point on the LINK is something that Gerry & Todd will have constantly, sometimes it will be weaker than at other times as well as stronger and will only be mentioned when I feel it is important to the story -it will be set off in brackets- Todd] "Todd, there's something I have to tell you." [I could feel the emotional change as he got a serious look on his face] "Go ahead, baby. We don't have any secrets." [this was very serious] "Well, we always seem to talk in the present or the future, and not much about things past. Maybe that's why I've never told you before about when they first took me to the hospital." "Gerry, if you want to tell me now, I'm listening." "Todd, it was all my fault. The accident." His face had a haunted look. [his feelings were pouring into me] "It was almost like a video was running through my head. All I could seem to think about was from the time we met until we parted. It played over and over. I wasn't paying attention to the lights, then bam! I can remember I hurt an awful lot. I hurt where I couldn't imagine hurting. Every nerve in my body was sending just one message, pain from everywhere. I thought I was losing my mind it was so bad. I felt myself drifting toward a place, the light, where the pain didn't seem so bad but you weren't there. When the pain let up a little, I began to think of you. Somehow it brought the pain back. I was so afraid, but the drifting made me feel better. I made the choice that I'd rather have the pain. I worked it out. If I thought really, really hard about you, the pain would let up too. Not nearly as much as the drifting, but enough. I talked to a shrink about it later. He said that the drifting toward the light was me dying. I hurt because I was holding onto reality. I promised I would wait for you, Todd, and I did. The thought of that promise is what made me hang on. The way you've been these last two months, nobody could ever want more. You are my life." The tears flowed freely between us as we hugged tightly. My thoughts turned to the one big secret I had been keeping from him. I knew it would eat at me unless... "Oh, Gerry, if you only knew," I sobbed. "If I only knew what? Todd, what is it?" [my emotions were flowing to him] I turned away from him, I was so ashamed. "Todd, please, whatever it is we can handle it." "I'm not so sure you can this time," I whispered. "Please, just look at me Todd. Please, let me help," his voice filled with desperation. Turning my head back to him, he looked so deep into my soul that I began to let it out. "It's my turn to be honest. The night that we met I wasn't going home again in a few weeks." I paused, bracing myself for the rest. "Before I left Detroit, I sold off most everything I had, or gave it away. My life was a disgrace. I had tried, but had failed, in every attempt at a relationship with a person. Male, or female even. I was a farce. I worked, I partied, and I had more than my share of sex. But there still wasn't a single thing special about my life or me. When my mother died in my arms last year," he squeezed my hand, "I felt as though someone had poured ice over me and chilled my very soul. She was the only one who had truly loved me. I was totally alone. My father is a very selfish alcoholic and my brothers and sisters are no better. More than one of my birthdays was spent waiting up for my dad to get home from work. He got out of work early enough, but bar closing was far past my bedtime. ...That Saturday, after we met, he was almost stumbling down drunk at her grave. ...If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be here either." I could tell by the look on his face, he still didn't fully understand, or want to. He looked deep into my eyes again. I saw as it dawned on him. He looked more horrified than anything I could imagine. [my emotions were hitting him full force at the same time that his were hitting me] "No," he muttered. [my despair was flowing to him] I nodded, lowering my head in shame. "No!" He almost shouted. "How could you ever think of doing...?" "It was all planned," I said in an even voice. "I knew the area well. Not many miles from where my mother is at rest, there's a beautiful view. The green hills in the distance and the big roaring river so far below. There's a nice little park right there with a sharp drop behind it. Not much in the way to hold back a car from going over. A quick end to a pretty pointless life...." His expression turned to disgust. "Well, why didn't you just go ahead and do it?" He shouted. "Don't you think I've thought about the same thing? Fourteen, when my accident happened. I was an athlete back then. Didn't know that, did you? For years I had trained, ever since I was about eight. In another year, or so, might have made the Olympic gymnastics team. I was that damn good! Not a day has gone by for these last four years that I didn't think about doing it. Until I met you..." He just shook his head at me. "You're just chickenshit!" He spat in my face. "No!" I cried, "I'm not!... I ...hadn't... met... you!" He looked at me as it began to sink in. [he felt the truth in my words] "Gerry, once I met you, I felt you truly meant it when you said 'I love you'. You spoiled my plans, at a point where I was going to give it all up. Instead, I had to leave you that morning, out of respect for my Mum. I just had to. I already felt, somehow, when I saw your car disappear from my sight that I had to hurry. Once the service was done, I knew I wouldn't be going to that little park. I would be heading back as quick as I could. I had a life to share with a very special guy, and we were just starting. So, you see, I'm still here because of you, Gerry. I do love you with all my heart." I could see him thinking it through. [my love for him flowed to him as his flowed back to me] "Todd, what you're telling me is that both of us are alive today only because of the other?" I nodded as we hugged for a long time. I pushed him back gently and began to wipe the spit from my face. He grabbed the nearest thing and began to wipe my face for me. "Todd, I'm so sorry for getting so angry. Please forgive me. The thought of life without you just can't be. I love you so much that it hurts inside. Please promise that you'll never, ever, think about doing that again. " "I forgive you and I promise you, Gerry, I'll never think that way again." I looked at the cloth in his hand and grinned. "Will you promise me to always use your shorts to wipe my face?" He looked for the first time at what he had in his hand. His jockeys. He dropped them and then he turned so red. [it was a trip feeling his extreme embarrassment] "Gotcha!" I said with glee. "Gotcha real good!" "Just you wait, Todd O'Donnell! When you least expect it I will get very very even!" I laughed so hard he picked his shorts back up and began to stuff them into my mouth to make me quiet. I began to chew on them. "Mmmm.....mmmmm," I mumbled and rolled my eyes. "You are so so sick!" He said with a giggle. I reached on the floor and handed him my shorts. He shook his head and threw them back on the floor. "I don't think so, mam," his face showed his lust as he said in a sultry voice, "I want the real thing." I pulled his shorts out and reached down and waved my hard-on at him. "Is this what you mean?" "Yes, you know damned well it is!" "Gerry, such a potty mouth at your age! You're hurting my virgin ears!" He looked at me with a raised brow and a grin. "So there is some place on your body that hasn't experienced sex. Maybe next time I should try sticking you in the ear with it!" "My baby can stick me anywhere he pleases with that beautiful tool of his," I said in a low voice. We had switched gears again. We were both silent, just staring into each other's eyes. So slowly, we moved our lips together as Gerry placed himself on top of me. The tenderness of each kiss and the passion that it always stirred was ecstasy on its own. This one was no different. The feel of his skin against mine added to it. The warmth, the smoothness. His hardness pressing against mine. I gently traced my hands along his sides, avoiding any contact with his bandages. As I reached the swell of his small firm ass cheeks, he moaned. "Please touch me there some more," he said in almost a whisper. For the first time, I allowed my fingers to trace his deep crevice. It felt so very warm. "More..." he sighed. I pulled his cheeks apart and grazed my fingers over the pucker I could feel. He moaned, "Oh yes... yes, please." I moistened a finger and gently pressed against his virgin opening. Ever so slowly, I gained entry into his most sacred place. Inside the portal it was so hot and moist. The portal itself was very very tight. His moaning increased as he began to kiss my neck, sending chills all over my body. After a few minutes passed, I had worked to my second knuckle trying to stretch the chamber enough to find his special button. He began to work his hips against my digit. Each forward motion made our hard-ons slide together in our ever-increasing puddle of pre-lube. At last my finger found his button. [the sensation of it was fully shared] We both moaned loudly as he bit my neck hard and we reached our climax, again at the same time. He continued to move his hips for two more thrusts of my finger against his prostate and our now exhausted tools against each other. He moved his mouth back to mine for a short kiss. I pulled back. "I don't think my heart can take another round quite this quick, baby." He grinned, "I think I have to agree this time, mam." We just lay there basking in the afterglow. I didn't realize that we had fallen asleep, until I heard Tattoo barking. Then, I heard the front door open and close. "Boys, we're home," I heard Bill call out. It was then that I found my digit was still in Gerry's backside. I started to pull it out and he stopped me. "Please push my button one more time," he whispered. I moved my finger and gave his prostate a good rubbing before I pulled it out. [again we shared the feeling] He closed his eyes and moaned softly as I withdrew. I felt that we both had full erections yet again. "Boys!" Called Em "We'll be right out," we said in unison, grinning at each other. I began to get out of bed, only to find that we were glued together from our earlier session, especially our pubes. As much as we tried not to, we both gasped in the brief pain of our separation. Once done, we looked at each other with a sheepish grin and laughed. "I sure didn't know that love would hurt like that! At least not there!" He said with his usual smirk. "Get used to it," I told him, "love can be a pain in more ways than one." "Really? Tell me more." "Well, in the old days of waterbeds that really rolled with every move, I found that they were also good, during sex, to be great nutcrackers." He put on a wide-eyed look. "Ouch!" "No, more like," I raised my voice and crossed my legs and eyes and let out a high pitched gasp. We both laughed like a couple of little kids.