Date: Thu, 28 Apr 2005 20:04:29 +0000 From: Steve Thomas Subject: Coles-Dreams, Ch. 39 This is a work of pure fiction, based on the author's feelings, beliefs, and in some cases, experience. There may be graphic sexual encounters at times between men, so if this offends you, you are invited to retreat. If you are too young or it is otherwise illegal for you to be reading this kind if story, shame on you for reading it - - please stop here. If not, - - ENJOY! Cast of Characters: Cole Alexander Stephanson IV -- Our hero Jazz -- (Jack Zachary) Coles oldest brother Diane -- Jazz's wife Janie and Jesse -- Jazz's kids Rod -- Coles middle brother Suzanne -- Rod's wife Will and Cole V -- Rod's kids Igor (Iggy) -- Cole's Tutoring Pupil Cole Alexander Stephanson III -- Coles Dad Ethyl Stephanson -- Cole's mom Rex Remlin-- Rod's best friend Gus Hartwin -- Cole's Boyfriend Michelle -- Cole's old girlfriend. Dexter -- Iggy's boyfriend Ed -- Paramedic Manolo -- Paramedic Steve -- Manolo's boyfriend Randy -- Found Boy Curtis -- Found boy's brother Kian Willis-- Friend in Vancouver Nicolas Poole-- Friend in Vancouver Howard Poole -- Nicolas's Father Christian -- the pool guy Boyd -- the pilot Spike -- Cop and former classmate The twins: Marcus Aurelius Alexander The Great Jon -- Teacher's Aide Gary Rose -- Nurse Chapter 39 We stood in awe for at least five minutes. Even Boyd and Chris. "I don't think I'll ever take this for granted." Boyd said. "Is it always green?" I asked. "No. Sometimes it's red. Sometimes it is multiple colors. Somehow I like the green the best though." "It's - - stunning -- that's all I can say to describe it. Kinda like Oz!" Said Gus. "Can there be any doubt there is a God?" I exclaimed. At last we tore ourselves away and got into the limo that Boyd had waiting. He drove and Chris rode shotgun. "Boy, some flight attendant you turned out to be!" I ribbed Chris. "It's never been like that!" he defended. "Next time, I'll be more used to it -- I hope!" "I guess you're okay now, huh, Ig?" "Yah! You know, it was on auto-pilot when Boyd went to pee!" "I know." "But he actually let me control it before he went." "Cool!" "Have you ever done that, Chris?" "Oh yeah!" Said Chris. Boyd added, "I'm actually teaching him a little about landing -- in case of emergency." "Ohhh! Wow! Good plan!" said Gus. "Yeah, I've played with a flight simulator before. Take off is a piece-o-cake compared to landing." When we arrived at the mansion, Nick was waiting with a huge grin in the entry. He extended his hand. I brushed it away and hugged him. He grinned even bigger. Kian came around the corner and broke into a run. He ran and threw his arms around me and picked me up, and twirled around. "So, how are you?" He said in a deep booming voice. What a shock that was. "I'm fine. Better than in a long time!" "So I hear. That is so kewl! When Nick told me that -- well, I don't mind telling you -- I cried, I was so happy!" He stood back and looked at me. "That patch looks so kewl, eh, Nick?" "Yup. It does. Gus! Great to see you too." Both of them hugged Gus. "And I guess this is -- Igor?" "Yah! MY friends call me Iggy." He smiled, demurely. They bumped hands. "Great to meet you Ig!" Said Kian. Iggy looked Kian up and down. I was surprised. I was at first shocked at the change in his voice, but his looks kind of went past me until I saw Iggy's sweep of all of him. "Only those who have slept with me call me `Ig'." He said almost seductively. I could tell already that this was gonna be an interesting weekend. Boyd and Chris came in with the luggage. "Hey! Your not on duty!" Nick said. "Take it easy!" "We're used to it." Boyd said. "Where should we take them?" "Take yours to your regular quarters. I'll show the others where theirs go. No wait! Are we agreed that we all want to camp out together this week?" "Camp out?" Gus asked. "You know, sleep all in the same room. It'll be fun. Kinda like camping out, but inside." We all agreed. "With no campfire!" I joked. Everyone laughed. "That's what you think!" He came back with. "Marta, tell Pierre to move four king beds into the rotunda. We'll be sleeping there this week. "What about the other furniture, Master Nicolas?" Marta asked. "Take only enough out to make room for the beds. Leave a few couches, tables and chairs." "Yessir." She said and left quickly. I guess one would get used to that, but even if I was paying for help, I'd have a hard time giving orders like that. Nick must have read something in my face, as he said, "She's a doll. She is subservient up to a point. I mean after all, it's what we pay her for. But she's also like a member of the family, eh? She lets me know if I got too bossy!" "I have a late supper ordered. It should actually be here already. Just some pizza rolls and salad stuff. Nothing heavy." He led us to the informal dining room, and he was right. It was all on the table. After that, we went to the living room, only to give Pierre enough time to move things around. Before I knew it, they were waking me up. "Hey, Cole, time to go bed." "Mm?" I mused. I opened my eye and Gus was smiling down at me. "You fell asleep, Babe -- as soon as your butt hit that couch. It's been a long day." "Mm-kay." I said, barely audible even to myself. He led me to the room we were to sleep in. I remember dreamy conversations of, "Is he okay?" And "Yeah -- long day. He just got out of the hospital, you know." And "Think he'll be okay in the morning?" "Do YOU think you will?" I looked. It was Rex. "I -- dunno. I thought I was fine `til I sat down." I replied. I'm getting so used to these visits that it didn't even seem strange to me that I was talking to Rex up in Canada. It's a funny thing about dreams. Sometimes you know your dreaming -- and things that would otherwise be abnormal -- you RECOGNIZE them as abnormal, but they don't seem strange -- in the dream. "I -- think -- that I'll sleep better if I just don't -- don't - " I didn't want to hurt his feelings. But before I barely knew what I was thinking he got it and disappeared. Or did I shut him out? I closed my eyes -- for of course I had two in my dream -- and at first vivid colors danced in front of me. But the colors got brighter and brighter until they were not discernable as colors any more. They were white. Out of the whiteness a voice whispered to me, "Cole, let him go." I sat bolt up in bed. "What is it Sweetie?" Gus whispered. "I have to let him go." I answered. I woke up a little more, and realized he didn't know what I was talking about. "Rex. I have to let him go." "Oh. Okay." And Gus turned over and went back to sleep. I sat there, wondering what I could do, and Rex's voice came to me. I covered my good eye. All went dark. Nope I wasn't dreaming. "Cole, it's okay. I'll still be here, but -- I just have other things I need to do. I love you scrub!" Great! Now I was wide awake. "Cole, lie down Babe." "Sorry." I lay down and Gus wrapped himself around me. I felt warm and secure. I eventually drifted off, because I know I woke up later. Of course I was the first to wake up. Gus was facing the other way. The rotunda was octagonal, and to his right were Nick and Kian. They were both lying uncovered, in only their underwear. On my left was Iggy. Chris and Boyd were across the room from us. Not a noise was about the whole house. I turned and looked directly into Iggy's eyes. He smiled. I felt a familiar warm sensation from last year that felt - - good. I smiled back, and realized. It was love. His eyes closed slowly and opened again. He dropped his arm toward me and his finger beckoned me over. I slipped out of bed and went to him. Gus turned over and looked directly at us then went back to sleep. "Man, this brought back some feelings!" Iggy said. "I know!" I said. "I haven't told you - - I'm sorry about your eye." "I'm kinda used to it." "It's just too -- I dunno -- weird. I felt so close to you last year -- and now I feel pretty much the same -- well, not -- I mean, anyway, I was so close with you and something this -- this -- important in your life -- and I didn't know about it." "Oh! I'm sorry, Dude! I guess -- we get caught up in our own little world -- I guess I should have written or called you." "I dunno. I was out of your life -- for the time, at least. It was just such a shock -- seeing you. For you it was a matter of time. For me- it was like I had to grieve and get over it all at once." Iggy looked hurt, but I don't think it was hurt feelings as much as it was sorrow for my suffering. I didn't know what to say. He went on, "Does it hurt? I mean -- with the patch it looks kinda cool, but looking at you like this -- um -- does it hurt, Babe? "Uh - " I was stopped cold by his calling me `Babe'. That's what Gus calls me, but - - it's what Ig used to call me, too." "Uh, - no! Not at all." "Wasn't there a tumor?" "Yeah. Gone." "They removed it?" He queried. "No. Well, yes and no. The neurosurgeon removed part of it. I guess God did the rest. This time -- last week -- there was nothing left. All gone!" "Another of those miracles, huh? I'm so glad!" "Another?" "Oh yeah. In my advanced medical history class last semester -- it was talked about a bit. Most doctors have encountered it. Miraculous cures, they call them. No explanation -- no rational explanation, that is." "Oh. Heh! As if God is irrational?" "I guess. It's funny. The doctors who chose to teach -- instead of practice -- they don't like to talk much about dis. But the older Doctors -- like Doctor Cunningham who taught the history class -- they all have stories of cures that they cannot explain. So THEY chalk it up to God. They seem to try to play it way down in the university." "Ig, I have to tell you," I started. We were lying face to face. It reminded me of the first time we ever slept together. "Ig, I -- I -- feel so much -- like when we first met! It's hard for me to lie here and not touch you." He took my hand. "In any sexual way. I want to so much, but I can't -- you know. I love Gus too much. I hope you understand." "Oh yeah." He said. "What do you know about those guys over there?" He indicated Chris and Boyd. "What do you wanna know?" I asked, pretty much knowing the answer. "Are they the ones who want a 3-some?" "Yeah." "Have they been with a lot of other guys?" "I know Boyd hasn't. I don't think Chris has. I think they are both pretty inexperienced. You might have to teach them a thing or two." "Chris is kinda cute, but Boyd! I never thought I'd be attracted to an older guy like that! He's not all that -- um -- handsome, or even - well, THAT -- hot looking. But there's something!" "Yeah, I know. There's an innocence you don't usually see in an older guy. And well, I don't know if I would like a scratchy face, but, that permanent five-o'clock-shadow -- looks nice." "Oh yeah! I like dat! Dex had one of those! So you're sure dat you and Gus don't wanna - -?" "I'm sure. But thanks for begging! Ha-ha!" "What's he begging for?" Gus whispered. "Do I have to explain?" "I think I know! You know we love you, Ig!" "I know." He said good naturedly. "I love you too!" Added Kian, laughing. "Yeah, but from all I've learned, you too are too attached!" He joked -- but not really. "I don't love you -- yet!" Said Chris. But -- I'd like to get the chance! And -- WE are NOT as attached -- as these other guys!" Boyd chuckled. So - - Everyone's awake, now." Said Nick. "We were planning something special for last night, but you guys got here a little too late." "I got us here as quick as I could!" Boyd defended. "Well, we'll just have to make up for lost time!" Kian said in his new low-and-manly voice. "Yeah!" Said Chris. So tonight - " "TONIGHT??!!" Said Kian. "Dang! Do we have to eat all our food to get dessert? What happened to the here and now?" He attacked Nick! Nick pushed him away. "Umm -- I don't know about everyone else, but SOMEONE needs to brush his teeth! If anyone didn't bring a tooth brush we have extras -- new -- in the bathroom." "Where is the nearest bathroom?" I said. The rotunda didn't have an attached bath. "Let's hit the one at the tennis courts. It's just outside the door and through the garden. We're all alone here, so no need to be shy!" He got us and headed toward one of the doors. Kian followed, and then went Boyd and Chris. Nick and Kian both were had tighty-whiteys, but Chris only had what God gave him, and Boyd had somehow gotten a sleep short and tee on him before he got up. I assumed he didn't sleep that way. All of Gus, Iggy and I had on various patterns on boxers. We each grabbed a tooth brush and followed Nick and Kian. We walked through a gorgeous garden to a building adjacent to the tennis courts. We entered the shower room. There were towels in two stacks. "Oh!" Said Chris. "Can I shower now?" "If you want." Said Nick. "Plenty of soap in the dispensers. "Good idea, matter-of-fact." And he pulled off his tighty-whiteys, followed by Kian and then the rest of us. Oh my gosh! Boyd was rather bearish, with a wonderfull crop of hair on his chest, that ran more thinly past his tummy, and spread into a thick jungle around his uncut meat. I looked at Ig. He grinned and licked his lips. By the time we were in the shower, everyone was sporting his own raging woody! There were plenty of showers for everyone, but Nick and Kian stopped at one of them, so, so did Gus and I. Chris and Boyd stopped at the one past us and when Ig went by them, Boyd reached out and grabbed him. "Aren't you with us?" He laughed. "I believe I am!" answered Iggy in the thickest British accent he could muster. Boyd grabbed Iggy's hand and pulled him under the shower and gave him a close hug. Iggy giggled. "Hi, Igor! I'm Boyd!" And with that he grabbed Iggy's butt and pulled him closer. Iggy looked at me and said, "So much for lack of experience!" "I'm really not be very experienced," said Boyd,, "But I'm eager to learn!" Iggy put both hands on Boyd's butt and humped him. "I'm maybe even more eager to show you!" Then his eyes drifted over to Kian. His mouth dropped when he saw Kian's hose, that stuck at a rather downward angle, but it was obvious that if it hung straight down, it would be past his knees. Both Kian and Nick laughed. Then Iggy said, "Now I'm Anxious to see what THEY have to show us!" He laughed. I suppose I can wait til we get back to the bedroom. "Show him what we discovered the other night, Kee!" Said Nick. I had never seen Nick acting so childlike. Kian stood facing him and Nick took Kian's dick put gobs of hair conditioner on it, then even though Kian was standing in front of him, Nick put it under his balls and through his legs, stuffing it up inside him, as easily as the rest of us would do it from behind. Iggy lost his balance watching. He grabbed whatever was close -- which just happened top be 2 dicks -- to steady himself. Then Nick started to go up and down on Kian's pole, as Kian held it in position. Obviously only about 6" was actually going in. Nick said, "You can imagine how good this feels! It's just different than what you saw before. I think I like it just as much!" Gus was lost also, and he didn't even know he was squeezing both mine and his. "I'm so damned hot -- and ready!" he said. He turned and faced into the shower, sticking his butt out to me. I found some hair conditioner and lubed up really good, and stepped up to my sweetheart. He ground down on my firmly held rod. I couldn't help a short grunt and then high pitched cry. Then it was up to me. I started to thrust slowly, while the lube and Gus's muscles, acting together, made it more comfortable for both of us. I was by this time pretty close to cumming, when I heard Iggy behind me. I stopped and looked back. He had gotten Boyd in front of him and Chris at his behind, all hooked up together. IG was explaining: "Just stay where you are -- both of you, and let me do the work." He then started to rock his hips, rotating in and out of Boyd and causing Chris to go in and out of him. Chris's arms were up around Iggy's waist and holding to his middrift. Ig buried one hand in Boyd's ample chest hair, and with the other he pumped Boyd's meat. Boyd was straining to hold all their weight away from the wall. Watching that, I started up again and before I knew it I was ready to blow. "You ready, Babe?" Gus said, and not waiting for an answer he jacked himself very fast and he started to take those huge sucking breaths just before he blows, so I let go with all I had and we came within a second of each other. We both let out a jungle cry and then heard Nick and Kian doing about the same. Then the other three started. Both Chris and Boyd were breathing very hard and grunting in time with Iggy's rocking thrust. Iggy was crying, his face plastered tightly to Boyd's back. When they were all finished, Iggy said, "Sorry! It's just been so long! And Dex -- was -- I felt he was there for those last few moments." "Oh Good!" Said Boyd. "So we didn't do anything wrong!" "There is no wrong here!" Nick said. "Only more and better!" He laughed and so did the rest of us. "What's gotten in to you, Nick?" I exclaimed. "I've never seen you quite this - " "When Mom and Dad are here," Kian answered, "he has to be relatively restrained. But when they go away - " "-we can play!" Nick said, grinning. We all soaped up and washed off, and were drying off and laughing, when one of the servants popped his head into the shower, and said, "Will you be ready for breakfast soon, Master Nicolas?" "Yes, Simon. Give us about 40 minutes." "Yessir." He said respectfully. He left. I wanted to crawl in a hole. "I thought you said we were alone this week?" I exclaimed. "Oh." He said simply. "I guess there are different meanings for alone. No, the staff is always here." "Aren't' you worried they'll talk?" "They might -- amongst themselves. Staff always does. But they're professionals. What goes on - " "I know," I said, " - in Vegas, stays in Vegas." "That's right." "What about Marta. Does she know you are gay?" "Are you kidding? She knew before Mom and Dad did, I think. It's not a problem, Cole." "Wow." I couldn't help feeling that now we would be watched -- or heard -- whatever we did. "I'd have a hard time with that." "Dude! They just never talk. If they were to tell my dad anything that I did this weekend -- unless it was illegal -- they'd get fired! But it's not even an issue." "Cool! - - I guess." I said. Nick and I were apart form the others a bit. I asked, "Can I ask you something?" "Of course." He looked concerned. "It's not that serious. I was just wondering. In the past, you were so concerned about -- well, you just were not so open about doing stuff like - - like we -- did -- this morning. It didn't seem to bother you this morning." "Oh," He said chuckling a little, "well, it probably has a lot to do with Kian's transformation. Dude, you gotta know -- I love that guy so much it hurts! I was always worried that he might do or say something -- that might out me. That and my dad's paranoia -- which thanks to you, is all but nil -- made me overly paranoid myself. I told you that I miss Kian's swishiness sometimes. All we need to do is have a couple drinks and I have that back. But Kian is so careful. He never drinks -- or even begs me like he used to -- unless I am there and we plan to do it." "Whew!" I said. "Yeah. I feel a bit bad about making him be someone he isn't, but - - it's really his choice. It's the only way that I can operate." When we arrived in the dining area, there was a fabulous array of food, just as there was when all of Howard's friends and colleagues were there -- not quite as much, but I still was afraid to ask what they did with the leftovers. Hopefully the staff got to eat it too. I loaded my plate with several kinds of fresh cut fruit, scrambled eggs with salsa, and French toast with loads of butter and syrup. I don't know what made me so hungry! (Well, I DO, but Gus only had some lochs and bagels and orange juice!) "Is that all you are eating?" I asked. "Yeah," he mumbled through his food filled mouth, "for the first course!" "Good!" I laughed. "I plan to extract more energy than that from you today -- and tonight!" He looked at me cross-eyed. Everyone else laughed. "What're we gonna do today, Nick?" I asked. "Well, I thought that since this is Iggy's first trip up here, would you mind going back to Buchart Gardens? They are a bit different this time of year -- not as beautiful as the last time you were here, but still worth the time to see." "I loved that! I wouldn't mind it if it was exactly the same." I replied. "Iggy, I hope you like flowers!" "I don't mind `em." He said, clearly not understanding anything of what we were talking about. After breakfast Nick suggested that Iggy and I change into shorts and tees as everyone else had on. We both had worn jeans. I had on a polo shirt, and he had on a button down. We left the room and walked back to the rotunda, where our clothes were. We were both in socks and underwear when Iggy said, "Cole, I - " but he stopped. I looked at him and there were tears forming in his eyes. I walked to him and asked, "What's wrong, Dude?" I looked deeply into his eyes. They were shaking. "Dude, I was almost ready to kill myself before I came to you -- guys. Sometimes it hurts so badly." "Are you okay - - now?" "I just want him to be here with me - now!" His voice broke, and the tears started to roll down his face. "He probably is, Ig, He - " "No!" he cried. "You don't understand! I can't see him! I can't touch him!" He threw himself on me and cried into the crook of my neck. Of course I was sympathy crying with him. I kissed his head. He tilted his head up and kissed me on the mouth. I closed my wet eyes and kissed him back. I felt my groin start to twitch as we were kissing. "Dudes! What's taking so long? We -- huh?" I opened my eyes and there was Gus standing in the door way. Standing there, his mouth open, looking at the two of us hugging and kissing in our underwear. "What -- what the FUCK!" He whirled around and stomped back to where he came from. I ran after him. "GUS! WAIT! It's not what - " all the other guys were standing looking awkward. "It's not what I think?" Gus yelled. "I've got eyes. Is it not what my eyes saw?" He was hurt -- and pissed! Iggy ran after us, saying, "No, no! It's my fault! It's all my fault. I kissed him!" "Well, YOU should have known better!" he said to Iggy. Then he turned on me. Both his hands were clenched into fists. He sprang at me. I flinched. He stopped short of touching me. "TELL me you weren't kissing HIM!" He demanded. I looked at him, not knowing what to say. He took a deep breath and went into the bedroom. I followed. He jammed everything in his suitcase. "Gus, please - " "Don't - - just -- DON'T!" he threatened. He pushed me out of the way as he stormed past and headed for the front door. "What the hell are you doing, Gus! Where are you going!" Asked Nick. "Those fuckers were standing in there naked, making out. Where do you THINK I'm going?" "We weren't naked!" I protested "May as well have been! I saw enough to know that you -- your BODY -- liked what you were doing!" "Gus, - " "Stay out of it, Nick! This isn't your fight!" "No it's not! But it's my home, and it's obvious you have not given either of them a chance to even explain." "Explain? EXPLAIN!!? How do you explain standing there with a raging boner, making out like a fucking fiend?" "Ahem." Said Boyd, quietly. All eyes were on him. "Maybe it would be a good idea to get an explanation, Gus. Before you - " he walked over to Gus and whispered something to him. Gus looked from face to face and seemed to settle down a little. With a big sigh, Gus said, "I -- well -- okay, what - " He looked into my by now tear stained face. He opened his mouth, when -- "Where did Iggy go?" Said Chris. We heard a thump from down the hall. Nick ran to the rotunda. "Shit!" He said. We followed. Nick ran to one of the chandeliers. Iggy was dangling there with a wet towel around his neck, tied to the chandelier. Nick lifted Iggy's body and said, "Someone untie that!" There was a chair next to it, so Gus ran and jumped on it, and untied the towel. Both Nick and Boyd caught Iggy's fall. They laid Iggy on the floor. "IGGY!" Nick commanded. He brought his fist down hard on Iggy's chest. Iggy took a gasping inhale. His eyes opened. He saw Nick there over him, and closed his eyes. He turned his face away and barfed his breakfast on the floor. By this time the staff was there, looking on. Nick commanded, "Get something to clean up!" Gus ran and kneeled at Iggy's head. "Ig - - why?" "I don' wanna fuck you guys up! All I want is Dex. Dat's all!" He looked up with pleading eyes. "Please don't make this our fault, Ig! It's not! We both love you. But I'm just not sure I can -- get over my -- get over Cole doing that! It's not about you. It's about him -- us!" He looked up at me bitterly. Why can't I -- grow up! It seems like every time I get a temptation like that -- and think I can justify it -- I go for it. Why?? Gus picked up his suitcase and walked out the door. I fell to the floor beside Iggy. Notes: Young love! Great ain't it!? Comments always appreciated, to Steve at stevethomas535@hotmail.com. Thanks and love, Steve