Date: Mon, 4 Oct 2010 13:21:11 -0700 (PDT)
From: Sam Shell <stories_of_sam@yahoo.com>
Subject: Josh goes to college chapter 11

Disclaimer: By now you know the warning, no reading if underage and don't
copy my story! This story is fiction. For full disclaimer, look at any of
the first 10 chapters.

*Justin*

Right as we broke from the hug, a nurse came in smiling.

"Well, look who's awake," she said, and walked over to Jason, and started
poking and prodding. "I'll go page the doctor, maybe he'll get that tube
out of your throat; I'll be right back."

"Jas, I'll be right back; I'm going to go tell mom you're awake." I left
Pete there, and almost ran to the waiting room. When I got there, my mom
jumped up and ran to me.

"How is he?" she asked anxiously, before I could say anything.

I smiled and said, "He's awake!"

"Really!?"

"Yes, really! Come on, I know he wants to see you!"

I started dragging her toward the door, and we got half way down the hall,
when she stopped suddenly, and then I heard "Shit! She looked so serious,
but unlike a week ago, I laughed! I laughed so hard that tears started
streaming down my face. I think it was due more to the fact that my brother
was ok, and I was relieved, than from what she said.

Finally, I got myself under control enough to ask, "What's wrong?"

"Your Uncle Mike!"

"What? What about Uncle Mike...oh, shit!" I knew exactly why she reacted
like she did.

"I can't believe I forgot to call him! With everything going on, I
completely forgot. I have to go call him!"

"No, mom, you go in and see Jason; I'll call him!"

She nodded, and started walking toward his room, and I turned to go outside
to use my cell phone. I rode the elevator down, while trying to decide how
to tell Uncle Mike what happened. I couldn't just say "Hey, Uncle Mike;
just thought I'd let you know that Jason was close to death, and we forgot
to call you, but, hey! Good news! He woke up, and is doing fine." It's not
like we don't care enough to let Uncle Mike know things like this, but I
think we were both so worried about Jason, that any thoughts about anything
else left our brains. He would understand that, right? I sure hope so.

When I got outside, I took a deep breath and called.

"Hello?"

"Uncle Mike?"

"Justin? Why are you calling me? Is something wrong? No, wait! I don't mean
to make you think something has to be wrong for you to want to call me."

"Well, no; that isn't how I feel at all, but you're right; something is
wrong!"

"Oh, God! What is it? Is your mom ok? Your brother?"

"Jason is in the hospital. I'm sorry. We would have called you sooner, but
with everything going on; Jason was the only thing we were thinking about."

"What! What happened? Is he ok?"

"He was....he was bashed."

"You mean...?"

"Yeah, three guys attacked him because he's gay. He just woke up, so I
think he's going to be ok."

"Well, I'm coming down there; I'll be there in a couple of hours."

"Really, Uncle Mike, he's ok, you don't have..."

"I want to; I'll see you soon!" he interrupted.

He hung up without saying anything. I went back into the hospital, and up
to Jason's room. When I got there, I told my mom that Uncle Mike is on his
way, and then looked over at Jason.

"Hey! You got that tube out!"

He nodded, and whispered, "Yeah." I felt this sudden urge to just hug him,
so I went over and gently did just that, even though I felt like hugging
him tightly, and not letting go.

"Jas, I'm so sorry! I wish I had never said the things I said. I'll be
better, I promise. I'll go to counseling; I'll do anything to again have
the relationship we've always had. I love you, Bro. I don't want to lose
you." Tears were streaming down my face; I was just so happy that it looked
like he was going to be ok.

"It's ok; I still love you, asshole!" he whispered. He tried to laugh, but
his throat wouldn't let him. I was laughing, though. I pulled away, and sat
down in a chair beside his bed. About 30 minutes later, a nurse came in and
said that they were going to move him to a regular room, as soon as it was
ready, and that we could see him again when he got settled; so we left and
returned to the waiting room.

Apparently, it took them a while to change rooms, because Uncle Mike showed
up before they came back to get us. He came rushing into the waiting room,
with a very tall man trying to keep up with him.

He rushed over to my mom and asked, "Where is he? I'd like to see him. How
bad is he?"

She hugged him, and told him that they were moving him out of ICU into a
regular room, and that they would let us know when we could see him. At the
mention of ICU, Uncle Mike started to tear up. My mom spent the next
several minutes telling him what happened, and about his injuries; it only
made him more upset, and at the mention of how close he came to dying, he
began to sob.

I had learned earlier that Josh and Noah had left, after they found out
Jason was awake, and it looked like he was going to be ok, because they had
a meet they couldn't get out of, no matter how hard they tried. They
couldn't risk not going, because of their scholarships. So it was only
Pete, me, mom, Mike, and the man who came with him, and we all ended up in
one big group hug, when Uncle Mike started sobbing. We were still hugging,
when a nurse came in and said that we could see Jason.

When we were told the number, Uncle Mike jumped up and practically ran to
the room, and was the first one in there. He rushed over to Jason and
grabbed his hand, and leaned down and kissed his forehead.

"Uncle Mike?" he asked. I guess his throat must have gotten a little better
in the few hours since we had seen him, because he was no longer
whispering.

"Yes, it's me. How ya feeling?"

"I'm ok; I'm feeling a little better, now."

"I'm sorry, Jason; I'm sorry you had to go through that."

"It's ok, Uncle Mike. You're here, and my mom, and Justin, and Pete; I have
everybody I need right here to help me through it."

"And I'll be here for as long as you need me," Uncle Mike said.

Jason smiled, and then I noticed that he looked like he could fall asleep
at any minute. Just as I was about to say something about it, a nurse came
in and told us that visiting hours were over. We all said "goodbye" to Jas,
and said we would see him tomorrow.

"You are staying with us," my mom told my uncle; it was a statement, not a
question.

"Ok, ok! I get it.  You won't let me stay anywhere else." Then this guilty
look developed, and he looked behind him, to the man who had just been
standing there quietly. "I am so sorry, baby!" The man just smiled, with an
understanding look on his face, and started walking toward us to stand by
my uncle. Uncle Mike turned back to us and said, "Everybody, this is Brian,
my partner. Brian, these are the assholes I call family." My mom reached
out and smacked him on the head playfully, which was funny in itself,
because he is so much taller than her, that she had to stand on her toes to
hit him. Everybody, including Jason, laughed at them.



"Hey, Uncle Mike, do you mind giving me a ride to the dorm? I need to get
my car and grab some things I need. I'm going to stay the night at the
house. Maybe Mom can entertain Uncle Brian with embarrassing stories of you
while we're gone." I smiled at Brian as I said, "Uncle Brian," which earned
me a grin that lit up his eyes. Then I looked back over to Uncle Mike, to
find he had tears in his eyes and an equally bright smile on his face.

"Of course I can." Looking over at my mom, he said "Shannon, I have equally
embarrassing stories, and I'm not afraid to tell them, so you better watch
what you say, unless you want payback."

I laughed at the three adults, and as we got ready to leave, I asked mom,
"When should I be there?"

"Let's make it 7pm, ok?"

"Ok, I'll be there."

"Oh, make sure you invite Josh and Noah."

"Ok, I will."

I followed Uncle Mike to his car, but I was kind of nervous. I mean, the
last time we were together was when I blew up at my mom, and he told me
that I had been abused by two of his past boyfriends. I don't hate him, but
I'm not sure how to have a relationship with him. Maybe that's something
that I'll have to learn when I start counseling. I had already decided
after what happened to Jason that I am going to call the student health
center on Monday to schedule an appointment; now I just had to tell my mom
and uncle.

When we got to the car, my uncle hugged me and said, "Thank you for calling
Brian `uncle'; you have no idea what that means to him. His family disowned
him sixteen years ago, and he is an uncle now, but he can't see them. I am
so proud of you. I know it's a lot harder for you than it appears to be,
but I know it will get easier for you."

"Thanks, Uncle Mike. It is hard, but I've decided to go to counseling. I
know this is too big for me to fix on my own, and I don't want to be like
the people who did this to Jason. I really hope you visit us more often;
I've missed you."

"I've missed you, too. Now how about we get you back to the dorm, so that I
can try to stop your mom before she tells the really embarrassing stories,
huh?"

"Yeah, but I bet she's told the really embarrassing ones first!"

"Yeah, you're right; I've missed seeing her a lot."

We got in the car and drove the short distance to the school. I told Uncle
Mike that I'd see him soon and walked quickly up to my room. When I got
there, I stopped short - a black `X' was on the board.  I couldn't help but
laugh; hey, I laughed! I could laugh about it! It felt good. "Shit!" I
muttered to myself; how am I going to get my stuff? I just decided to wait
for a little bit, so I sat down on the floor and dug out my cell phone, and
just started messing around with it, texting people, playing a game, doing
anything I could to pass the time. Eventually, the door opened, and a boxer
clad Josh started to erase the `X', then saw me sitting against the
wall. He blushed deep red, causing me to laugh.

"Umm...I - I didn't know you were here."

"Yeah, I came to get some of my stuff; I'm staying the night at my
house. Mom told me to invite you to eat dinner with us, but I don't think
it was so much an invite as a demand. You and Noah should get dressed; I'll
drive you, or you can just follow me to my house." At the mention of them
getting dressed, he managed to blush again; that boy could get embarrassed
way too easily!

*Josh*

Noah and I had a swim meet, but we wanted to make sure Jason was ok before
we met with the team to leave. When we got to the hospital, Jason's mom
told us that he was doing much better, and that he should wake up soon. So,
we just decided that we should go ahead and leave; we didn't have a lot of
time anyway.

At the swim meet, Noah got second place, and I got third; not great, but we
both had a lot on our minds, so I didn't expect anything different.  When
we got back, we went up to my room, and took advantage of the privacy; this
time with me lying on top. We hadn't really done much, besides the time in
the shower, with just the quick lick. We hadn't even done anything oral,
and definitely no anal sex. I was eager to do more, but I could tell that
Noah still had some issues to work through, and, even though it was killing
me, I didn't pressure him. So we only did what we did the first time,
except, like I said, with me on top of him; I kind of liked being more in
control for a change. I had made sure the `X' was on the board, because,
even though Justin seemed to be making an effort to change his attitude,
I'm sure that walking in on us in action wouldn't be good for any progress
he has made.

When I saw Justin sitting on the floor, I about died of embarrassment, but
he just thought it was funny, a real change in attitude for him. He invited
us to his house, and I quickly agreed, because I'm sure that Noah was eager
to spend as much time with his brother as he could, after not seeing him
for several months. I could see the excitement in Noah's face at the idea
of eating dinner with his brother. We got dressed, and Justin grabbed what
he needed, after he thoughtfully made a comment about how it smelled like
sex in the room. "Phew, we need to air this fucker out!" he said, while
laughing his ass off. I didn't know it was possible to blush as much as I
did, in such a short amount of time.

I enjoyed the dinner; Justin's uncle and his mom constantly bantered back
and forth, teasing each other mercilessly, and his partner, Brian, was
funny as hell. Noah and Pete spent the whole evening catching up. While I
enjoyed it, it made me homesick; it made me realize just how much I miss my
family.

Jason began to make remarkable progress in his recovery, and, before I knew
it, three weeks had passed. Today marked the first day of fall break -
Jason was released a week ago, and Justin has been over there during the
day, helping him out when he isn't in class or practice, because their mom
has to work and Jason isn't allowed to go back to school until his doctor
releases him, which could be another week or two.

I decided not to go home for the break, since it isn't that long of a
break; I just don't see the point of going home; so I've been sitting here
in my room doing nothing. As I was thinking about this, Justin suddenly
came in, set his bag down, and said, "Hey...umm, listen, I'm going to spend
the break at my house. I'll be staying the night there, and I won't be back
until Sunday night. So if...umm you, you know...if you want to have Noah
stay here, you can...umm...ok, well, I guess I better go. Oh, Mom says that
you are required to have dinner with us at least 4 out of the 5 nights
during the break. Actually, I think she wants you at every dinner she ever
cooks, but she knows she can't get that out of you. She really likes you
and Noah, and I think she wants Noah around a lot because of Pete. Anyway,
I'll see you at six?" I nodded, and he said, "See ya later."

I called Noah and made sure he was still coming over soon, and decided it
would be fun to answer the door naked, so I quickly got undressed. Soon, he
was knocking on the door, and opening it, he immediately attacked me,
sticking his tongue down my throat, and pushing me back toward the bed. He
started taking off my clothes and kissing down my chest, and we were soon
both naked. He started doing the same stuff we've been doing, and something
came over me...I wanted him...in me. Should I ask, though? I mean, what if
he freaks out? Oh, fuck it! Taking a deep breath, I said, "I want you,
Noah." "I want you, too," he said, and went back to licking my nipple. "No,
I mean I want you. I want you to fuck me, to make love to me." That got a
reaction...not the one I wanted, though. Sitting up quickly, and turning
his head away, he sat silently on the bed, not doing anything; just sitting
there.

"Noah? Noah, please talk to me. Please?"

Nothing, he just sat there.

"Noah, tell me what you're thinking. If we start not talking, we won't make
it. I promise I won't be mad; just talk to me."

I heard sniffling, and then he slowly turned his head toward me, but he
didn't look at me. I reached out and lifted his chin, so that he would look
at me.

"It's just...Aiden was...he was the first...the only person I've done that
with. It was something that we waited a long time to do; something
special. I care about you; I really do; I may even be able to say that I
love you, someday, but I'm just not ready to do that again; soon, but not
yet. I know it's silly, but it will be like I'm letting the last piece of
Aiden go, and I'm just not ready yet."

"Noah, you will never let Aiden go completely; he will always have a
special place in your heart. I know that, and I don't expect anything
different. I know that doesn't lessen what you feel, and will feel in the
future, for me. Don't think of it as letting Aiden go completely; think of
it as, opening your heart to another person, and letting yourself love
again. Keep that in mind. If you aren't ready yet, that's ok. What we are
doing now is great, and if that's all you want to do for now, fine. I'm
just happy to be with you."

I can't say I'm not disappointed, but I'll wait; he's worth it.

He quickly recovered, and what he did next shocked me. He started licking
down my chest and stomach, and then licked around the head of my cock. I
groaned loudly at the sensation. He looked up, and this mischievous grin
appeared on his face. Oh, yeah; my Noah is back! I grinned back, and then
he went back to work; this time licking my balls, before, slowly, and I do
mean slowly, almost like he was purposely teasing me, licking his way up my
shaft. Actually, seeing the grin he gave me, he probably really was teasing
me. He made his way to my cock head, and then, without warning, plunged
down, taking me all the way in, and down his throat. "Fuuuck! I
yelled. "Oh, god! How in the fuck are you doing that? Shit! I don't care,
just keep doing it!" From there, all intelligible thought went right out of
my head, and all I could do was moan at the sensations I was
experiencing. Oh, god! What his throat was doing to me! There was no way I
could hold back very long, with his throat muscles working my cock like
that, and, before I knew it, I was warning him.

"Noah...I'm gonna...oh, god! I'm gonna cum!"

I expected him to pull off, but he didn't.

"I'm cumming!" I lost count of how many times I shot, but I know it was
more than I ever have in my life. After I was done, Noah moved up to lay
beside me, and kissed me; I could taste myself on his tongue - kind of
sweet - I liked it. Maybe it was Noah's tongue more than my cum; I don't
know.

I also don't know when, but I fell asleep. When I woke up, Noah was beside
me, just watching me.

"How long have you been watching me? How long have I been out?"

"About half an hour." I didn't question what that was an answer to; maybe
both.

"What about you?" I asked, gesturing toward his cock.

He shook his head `no', and said, "Nope, that was just for you."

"Aww, come on."

"Nope, later."

"Umm...ok," I said. Looking at the clock, I noticed it was almost 4; still
too early to get dressed for dinner at Justin's. "So, wanna watch TV?" I
asked.

"Sure."

I found the remote, and turned on the TV to the 4 o'clock news.

Noah laughed, and said, "The news? Really?"

"Yeah, I like to see what's going on. I'm weird, ok?" I grinned at him, and
he grinned back.

I got up and got us both a bottle of water, before settling in for the
news.

Our top story tonight is about a preacher who was caught with his pants
down. We go to Sherri Wilson for more. Sherri?

"Yes, Amy, I'm in Heritage Park where, right behind me, John Watkins, a
local preacher of the First Missionary Baptist Church in Weatherford, was
caught last night with a 15-year-old-boy. The minor was performing a sexual
act on Mr. Watkins, when a police officer, during a routine patrol of the
park, witnessed the act. Mr. Watkins was taken into custody on various
charges. The age of the minor will more than likely add more charges to the
list of charges he is facing. We will have more on this when more
information becomes available. Back to you, Amy."

I had taken a drink of my water, and spit it out, when I heard Noah's
father's name, and just sat there in shock. I finally looked over at Noah,
who was just staring at the TV.

"You never told me that your dad is a preacher."

"I thought I did. He has always preached against gay people...fucking
hypocrite!" He shook his head, sighed, and said, "We better get dressed. I
know it's early, but I think I need to spend some extra time with Pete."

"Ok," I sadly replied. I knew that Noah was really upset, and I felt so
badly for him, and I knew that he did need to be with Pete.

We got dressed quickly, and I took his keys from him. "I'll drive; don't
argue."

He just nodded, and followed me out to his car. We got there in just a
couple of minutes, and made our way to the door. He looked so bad, that I
stopped him, took his hand in mine, placed my other hand under his chin,
and kissed him as tenderly as I could, hoping I could transfer some
strength, and show him how much, in that kiss, that I cared. He smiled
slightly, and knocked on the door. Shannon opened it, and we stepped
inside, only to see Pete sitting in a chair, staring into space with the
same look Noah had earlier.

Noah walked over to him, kneeled down, took his hands in his, and said,
"You saw the news."

"Yeah, I did."

Noah grabbed him in a hug, and that was the way they stayed, until Shannon
told us that dinner was ready.



*Author's Note*

So, here is the chapter that you probably feel you've waited forever
for. Grad school is very time consuming. This chapter had a lot of issues
and my editor deserves a lot of credit for helping me fix it, I couldn't
have made the chapter half as good if it weren't for him, thank you so much
Jere! I won't make any promises that I might not be able to keep but I will
do everything in my power to make sure you don't have to wait this long
again. Thank you for your continued support, I hope all of you are well,
and I hope you enjoyed this chapter.

Sam

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