Date: Tue, 06 May 2003 10:20:33 -0400 From: Jeff Allen Subject: "Love of a Lietime" Part 43 This is a fictional story dealing with love and consensual sexual activities between males. If you are not of legal age, reside in an area where viewing such material is illegal, or are offended by homosexuality and/or homosexual themes, leave this site now. The author retains all rights to this story. No reproductions or links to other sites are allowed without the permission of the author. Note: I apologize for the delay between postings. I've had some work-related and family-related problems that had kept me from the keyboard, and my posting schedule overtook my writing. Please be patient. As always, I owe a special thanks to Robb for doing the final proofreading and catching all those silly little errors that I missed. LOVE OF A LIFETIME PART 43 All hell broke loose right after Brad shot himself. Before I had recovered my senses from the sound of Brad's gun going off so close to my ear, there must have been half a dozen cops in the room. Three of them pounced on me. I could tell they were yelling at me, but I couldn't hear any thing. The gun shot had temporarily deafened me. I found out later that when they first entered the room, they thought I might be Brad so they jumped on me to make certain I couldn't get at the pistol. As soon as they realized it was Brad lying on the bed, they whisked me out of the room and into a waiting ambulance. My hearing was returning by the time the emergency room personnel finished examining me. The Nashville police let me call Andy from the hospital to let him know I was okay before taking me down to police headquarters to make a statement. They told me that the credit card company had been alerted to watch for any activity on my card. When the transactions at the gas station and the first motel came through the police were notified. Of course Brad and I were already out of the first motel by the time the police arrived. The authorities then checked every hotel and motel in the Nashville area to try to locate us in the hopes that Brad hadn't taken me very far. They struck pay dirt at dawn when the desk clerk at the second motel recognized Brad's picture. They quickly got everyone out of the other rooms in the motel and set their trap for Brad. Andy and Justin arrived at the Nashville airport in the afternoon. Our 4Runner was sitting in the police impound lot waiting to be processed for evidence so Andy rented a car and the three of us were headed back home by dark. Justin and Andy took turns driving through the night to get back to Adams as soon as possible. I sat in the back seat and just stared out the window at the countryside that Brad would never see again. When we got home, I was exhausted physically and emotionally. I went to bed and didn't get out of it for two days except to use the bathroom. Someone was always with me. Andy, Justin, Matt, and Doc all took turns sitting beside the bed or lying next to me in the bed. I slept most of the time. I had nightmares of those final moments of Brad's life. Could I have done something different? Did I say something that triggered his suicide? In the end I realized that nothing I could have said or done would have changed the outcome. Brad chose a quick death over the years of living death that were waiting for him in prison. Brad's personal torment had led him to torment Justin and me for years. It had caused him to attack David Cohen and Tim Walters and to kill Roger Hall and try to kill me. I should hate him, but I didn't. I couldn't. Not after what he'd told me about the abuse he'd suffered from his father and grandfather. I forgave him. And when I forgave him, I felt at peace. I was ready to move on. I woke up. Justin was lying next to me on the bed. "Hey Justin." "Hey, sleepy head." "I need to get up. I need a shower." His face broke into that thousand watt smile that all the Barnes boys were blessed with. "Hey, it's about damn time. You smell like a pig in heat." "If the smell is so bad, then what are you doing here?" "Just watchin' over my best friend." I was unsteady as I made my way to the bathroom. He followed and helped me pull off my tee shirt and shorts before stripping off his own clothes. He adjusted the temperature of the water, and we stepped into the shower. He shampooed my bed-matted hair while I ran the soap over my body. He moved me back under the spray and rinsed the shampoo out of my hair. Clean now for the first time in three days, I looked into his face. He was crying and smiling at the same time. "Are you back with us?" "Yes. I had to get to the point where I could forgive Brad. I've done that. I'm back." He pulled me into him in an embrace. We stood wrapped in each others arms. I had my face buried in the nape of his neck. Both of us grew a little hard, but neither made any move. Finally the water turned cold forcing us to break the embrace and get out of the shower. We dried off side by side in the little bathroom, grinning at each other the whole time. "Are you hungry?" "Yeah, I think I am." "Good. 'Cause I'm starving. Let's go raid the kitchen." And that's where Andy found us when he came back from class. Sitting in the kitchen feasting on cold, leftover pizza. ********** Graduation was a blur of activity. Everyone's parents, grandparents, brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles, and cousins were on campus. Well, everyone's except Jason's. He still hadn't talked with his parents since his dad had kicked him out for being gay. Of course Justin's entire family showed up for the event. Afterwards the Barnes Tribe and Megan's folks all descended on the neighborhood. Kathy and Kevin had a huge barbeque for everyone. The party lasted until late in the evening. Many of us had too much to drink that evening. I vaguely remember Greg and Gary coming into our bedroom in the early morning, and I vaguely remember noises coming from the kitchen and living room as the boys made their own breakfasts, let Larsen out to pee, and watched their morning TV shows. My first truly conscious thought that day was when Greg shook my shoulder and asked what he and Gary could have for lunch. Being a kind and gentle person, I growled, "Get your dad to make lunch for you." Greg put his face in front of mine and sighed, "I tried, but he just groans. Come on, C.Z., Greg and I have been awake for HOURS. We're hungry." "Okay, okay. Just give me a minute." I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and sat up. My head hurt. Andy was snoring gently on the other side of the bed. I loved the man dearly, but at that particular moment I didn't like him very much. How could he sleep with so much noise from the other side of the house. I padded into the bathroom to relieve my bladder and then out into the kitchen. I opened the fridge to find something for lunch for the boys and squatted down on my haunches in front of the open door. Larsen chose that particular moment to greet me. His greeting consisted of putting his cold nose on my bare butt. I rose up like I'd been shot out of a cannon and whirled around. Greg and Gary were rolling around on the floor in the living room laughing at me. "You guys could end up making your own lunch if you don't stop laughing at the cook." I tried to look stern, but they just giggled even harder. "How come you two guys are still naked? Isn't it time to get dressed?" Gary managed to respond through his giggles, "No one was up, and besides you're still naked." David Barnes emerged from the back bedroom. He too was naked. He was also sporting a semi hardon. The boys giggled even more as David stumbled into the kitchen. "Aspirin. I need aspirin." "In the cupboard next to the sink." He shook a couple of pills out of the bottle and swallowed them with some water from the tap. "God, I have to remember to watch out when Adam gets too much to drink. He pounded my ass for hours last night. I need the aspirin for my butt as much as for my head." The boys went into a new fit of giggling, and my voice went up two octaves, "David!" "Oops. Sorry guys. That was probably too much information." He turned red with the blush starting on his face and extending all the way down his hairy chest and stomach. "I think I'll just take a couple more aspirin in to Uncle Adam. He's bound to be a little hung over this morning." ********** A college town becomes a very quiet place when all the students are gone. The campus was virtually empty with only a few cars in the faculty/staff parking lots. The streets of downtown were almost deserted. Our neighborhood was no exception. Most of the larger houses on the street had student apartments above the garages or on the top floors of the houses. Normally there would be cars parked all up and down the street. The street now stood empty. The cars having evaporated like the dew on a summer morning. In our little enclave, it was just Andy, Greg, Larsen and me in the one house with Kevin and Kathy Williams and their children in the other. Justin and Megan had moved out of the garage apartment the week after graduation. They had moved most of their stuff into the duplex down near Chapel Hill before Megan headed home to Wilmington to put the finishing touches on the wedding. Justin was staying at the Barnes' cottage on Sunset Beach. Jason and Cory had moved to Atlanta to start their new jobs while Brian, Stephen, and Mike were all back at their parents' places for the summer. Andy and I were helping Kevin paint the now vacant apartments and packing for our own move to Chapel Hill. Greg and Gary were spending every free moment with one another, and it seemed like every day Greg was asking why Gary couldn't move down to Chapel Hill with us. The two boys had become even more attached to one another than before. They spent every night sleeping in the same bed either at our house or over at Kevin and Kathy's. Kathy was still insisting that they boys keep their underwear on when they slept over there. Andy and I had given up that battle long before. Greg and Gary had reasoned that since Andy and I slept nude they could also. When Gary stayed over at our house, which was most of the time, they boys peeled off their clothes soon after dinner, well before their pre-bedtime showers, and they didn't pull anything back on until they were ready to go out of the house the following morning. They were always asleep and wrapped tightly around one another when we checked on them before turning in ourselves. They seemed to need the skin to skin contact. Sometimes they were spooned. Other times they were face to face with their crotches pressed together, arms and legs wrapped in a human knot. A couple of evenings they were asleep in a 69 position with their faces lying only inches away from the other's soft little prick and balls. Andy and I shared that information with Kevin and Kathy, and Kevin related that he'd found them sleeping in a 69 position also. We decided it was likely that one or both of the boys was gay. Of course that was fine with all of us; our concerns centered around when to "talk" to the boys and just how much information to give a nine-year-old and a six-year-old. After some discussion and another couple of glasses of wine, we came to an agreement that Kevin would talk with Gary and Andy would talk with Greg to give the boys some information on the differences between straight and gay, a gentle warning about how a lot of people weren't as accepting of gays as we all were, reassurances that we all loved them no matter what, and an invitation to ask questions. The boys got the talk the next day, but it wasn't Kevin and Andy doing the talking. It was me. Andy went back to his office after dinner to finish up the monthly financial report on SportStuff, Jamal's company. The boys had taken their showers, brushed their teeth, and had disappeared into the bedroom. Larsen decided he needed to go outside. I waited at the door while he checked all of the bushes and trees in the yard. After lifting his leg on nearly every vertical surface in the yard, he finally came back in wagging his tail. The door to Greg's room was closed. I knew Larsen would be scratching on it in a few moments so I opened it for him. Gary and Greg were in a 69 position and actively sucking on the other's cocklet. They quickly separated when they heard the door open. "S..sorry, C.Z. Are you angry with me," Gary stammered out. I thought to myself 'I guess this is the time for some talking'. I walked over to the bed and sat down between the two naked little boys. "Guys, I'm not angry with either one of you, but I think we'd better talk about some things. Okay?" I got responding nods from both of them. "Guys, do you know what it means when someone is 'straight' and when someone is 'gay'?" Gary responded, "Straight is like my mom and dad, and gay is like you and Andy or Matt and Doc." "Greg, do you know the difference?" "Yeah. Gary 'splained it to me." "How did Gary explain it to you?" "He said that a boy and a girl can be in love and make a baby and that's straight. He said two guys or two girls could be in love but wouldn't be able to make a baby, and that's gay." "Okay. That's pretty good. Sometimes things that you do are going to be called gay or straight. What do you call what you guys were doing when I opened the door?" "We were licking our penises." It was Gary responding. "Why do you do that?" "'Cause it feels good when we do it." "Do you think licking each others' penises is gay or straight." Greg answered this time. "Gay, I guess, 'cause we're both guys." "C.Z, is being gay wrong?" I pulled Gary toward me in a hug. "No, Tiger. Being gay isn't wrong, but most people are straight, and many of them don't really understand what being gay is like. Sometimes if people don't understand something, they're afraid of it. Others think that gay people have made a choice to be gay, but no one chooses to be either gay or straight. That's just the way God made them." "Then I think I'm gay 'cause I love Greg, and I really like playing with his penis and putting it in my mouth." "I think I'm gay too." Greg pushed his body against mine. "Guys, you may be gay or you may be straight. You won't really know for a few years yet. Maybe when you get to junior high or high school you'll be able to know for certain whether you're gay or straight." "But I know I love Greg." "We all know that you and Greg love each other, Tiger, but that doesn't mean that your gay or straight. You may love each other like brothers, and brothers, even straight brothers or straight friends, sometimes play with each other and explore each others' bodies. It's a natural part of growing up. "You guys do need to keep what you're doing at night as a private matter just between the two of you. Lots of other parents and lots of your friends at school wouldn't understand. "What's important for you guys to know is that we all love you very much. It doesn't matter to us if you're gay or straight when you grow up. We're going to love you either way. It's also important that you guys feel free to ask us any questions. We'll try to answer those questions, and, no matter what the question is, we will always love you. Okay?" I gave both guys a squeeze. They both nodded their heads and returned my hug. I gave them goodnight kisses and went back out into the living room. Later that night when I checked on them before Andy and I went to bed, the two of them were sound asleep. Gary was spooned against Greg's back with his arm draped over Greg's side and his hand cupped over Greg's cock and balls. I thought to myself, 'They may be gay; they may be straight, but they certainly aren't going to have any problems showing affection.' (To be continued)