Date: Fri, 26 May 2006 14:40:27 -0400
From: nuday101@hushmail.com
Subject: Ive Got You  Part Seven

Please be aware that this story contains material of a sexual nature and
describes sexual acts between males. If you find this kind of material
offensive, or if you are not of legal age to read such material or if it is
illegal in yourcountry, please do not read any further.This story may
contain some factual information, but is a work of fiction. Any apparent
similarity of characters to real people is coincidental.


I've Got You Part Seven

Chevy met me as I parked in front of the house.  Normally Joey and Ford
were right behind him, but I didn't see them. I rang the front bell as
Catty scurried away.  The house seemed deserted.  This was different than
before, but so much had changed in the last few weeks.

I looked in the front window and saw no movement.  I went around back, the
old boat was wet and sitting on the shore, no one was around.  I even
peeked into the garage.  I saw something covered long and low, but the door
was locked and there was no Hank.

I thought I should have called and told him I wanted to see him. This
wasn't the time for surprises, but now no one was there to talk to, or tell
how I felt, what I wanted and whose opinion really did matter to me.  I got
back in my car and went home.  Tomorrow, maybe at school I'll tell him we
need to talk. Maybe we'll have lunch together.  Maybe that's too much to
start with.

We'll see.

Monday morning off to school, I did try calling Joey, but no answer. He
never recharged his phone.  Baxter saw me and thanked me again.  Greg
wanted to know how I made out; he had lost a bundle at the poker game. I
told him I had fun, but really had more to drink than I should have. I
looked for Joey near his first class, but he didn't show and the bell rang
so I moved on.  It was at lunch that I heard a few guys talking.

"Yeah man can you imagine gator bit?" said one kid.

"Maybe the little faggot had his dick chomped off, serves him right",
another one laughed

"I heard he died" from a third.

I grabbed him by the shirt.  "Who, who was bitten by a gator?" I yelled in
his face

"Chill man it was that blond queer kid that sits over there with the weird
people.  No lost man."

"I smashed his face, his nose went flat.  Where is he?"

"Hey who the hell do you think you are, I should kick you ass for hitting
him like that", said one of the three

"Touch him and I'll have my father sue you so fast your balls will spin",
said Baxter backing me up."

"Wow way to go Baxter, I thought.

"I need to know where he is, someone tell me tell me now!" I demanded.

The first kid, "My mom's a nurse at City Hospital, they have him in
intensive care over there". He said backing away from me.

I ran out of the lunchroom and to my car.  I drove as fast as I could,
making sure not to get pulled over, that would just waste time.

At the hospital I asked where intensive care was.  They sent me to the
third floor. Coming off the elevator, I was stopped by a very assertive
acting guard, she insisted that I give her my name and take a seat.

I told her I was Thomas Jenkins and I needed to go back and see Joey
Simmons.

"Have a seat young man this is intensive care, and only next of kin or
close to family friends are allowed back there," she said stating the rule
that was posted above her head.

"What are you to Joey Simmons anyway?" She asked

What am I to Joey Simmons?  There's a question that could take a lifetime
to answer.

"I'll need to understand your relationship to Joey Simmons before I can
consider allowing you to see him, she continued.

My relationship to Joey is...  my relationship to Joey is... my
relationship to Joey is...

"I love him"

Before the guard could react to that, a nurse came into the room and asked

"Excuse me are you here to see Joseph Simmons?'

"Yes I am"

"Are you Thomas?"

"Yes"

"You'll need to come with me quickly", she turned and went down the hall.

I caught up with her and followed her into a room.  There were machines
beeping and monitors blinking.  Mrs. Simmons saw me and came over to give
me a hug. Not quite as good a Memaw, but it was a mom hug.

"How is he doing? Looking into her eyes,

"You need to go to him, it's not good", she broke into tears.

I moved to the bed.  They had him hooked to everything.  There were wires
and tubes hooked to all parts of his body, his eyes were closed, and his
breathing was slow and shallow.

"Please God don't let me lose him now. I know I want him, let me keep
him. My only hope is I've got you"

I took his hand, leaned down to his face; I kissed him on the cheek, and my
tears dropping to his face, making a river down his chin. A lake formed in
his dimple.

I whispered in his ear. "I'm here, I love you and I'm glad I've got you."

You won't believe this, but it's the truth.  The machines flashed all at
once. Then they started to move faster, look better.  The nurse ran in from
the front desk

"What happened?" She asked

Hank smiled and said "Joey got a wake up call".

The nurse checked his vital signs and they were getting stronger. She saw I
was holding his hand and she said to me.

"You're not leaving him are you?"

"No, never again" Beeping louder

His mom gave me a hug; she was getting better at it.

Then Hank explained that Joey was feeding gators and the big bull rammed
the little boat just right, tipping it over. The bull grabbed Joey by the
leg and pulled him down into the water, but not before he let out a scream.
Mrs. Simmons was in the garden and jumped into the second boat.  She took
Chevy and Ford with her.  When they reached the area where the gator had
taken Joey down, the dogs jumped in and dived below the surface.

Mrs. Simmons took over the story.

"I could see the water boil below me, blood came up all around me.  Other
gators were coming in; I beat them off with a paddle. Soon Chevy came up
with Joey.  He was bitten on his hands and arms and bleeding badly from his
leg.  I reached in the water and pulled him into the boat.  I can't tell
you where the strength came from to do that." she remarked.

Hank began, "when they came back to shore, she had Joey and Chevy.  We
never knew what happen to poor old Ford, but I guess he fought to his death
helping to free Joey.  Those dogs love him so."

I sat near him, holding his hand; breath in breath out, I smiled thinking
about that.  Hank asked if I would stay with him, he and Mrs. Simmons had
been here all night and she had some business to take care of at the house.

I assured them I wouldn't leave him; I would be here for him, not matter
what he needed or how long it took.  A bit dramatic, but they smiled and
left.

I called Aunt Jean at work and told her what had happened.  She offered to
come sit with me, but I said I needed time alone with Joey, but she could
come later.  She agreed.

Hours went by, a nurse came in every thirty to forty minutes checking on
his vital signs.  They seemed to improve as the day moved along.  It was
late in the afternoon; it was just Joey and I.  The adrenalin rush had
subsided and the room was warm. I closed my eyes, just for a minute.

Falling, falling, I'm going down, I'm falling.

I felt a hand grab me, not much strength but the touch woke me as I was
sliding off the bed.

It was Joey, smiling and in a small voice he said. "I've got you."

I held his hand as we talked.  I'm sorry I hit you." I said

"Its okay, the words hurt the most, I just didn't expect that from you is
all".

"I never wanted to hurt you, it's just that you were man enough to know who
you were and what you wanted.  I was still a kid, afraid of the monster in
the closet."

"That and when I thought about you doing what we had been doing with other
guys, I lost it".

"Tommy, I said I liked guys I didn't say I stood on the street corner
giving blow jobs to each one that came by."

"I know, but if you know you're gay you must have...." I stammered

"I figured out I was gay a while back, but I never acted on it until I met
you.  Even then I was about to tell you we didn't have to do anything when
you reached out and changed everything."

"I know I started it, I guess I pushed you into it then?" I said somewhat
mournful

"No, I'm glad we did it, now I know I love being with you and I never want
to do it with anyone but you." Joey was holding my hand, his eyes looking
through me.

"What about you, have you had sex with anyone other than me?" now smiling
at me

I thought for a moment about my busy week and said "yeah a few times."

"What?", his voice cracking with interest

"I told you about my friend Ryan back in Ohio, he and I hit puberty about
the same time and started with the normal I'll show you mine if you'll show
me yours.  By about fourteen we had worked up to jacking each other.  Then
there was Baxter, and Sarah over the weekend." I was blushing, but wanted
to be honest.

"Baxter, Ryan and Sarah you are such a slut," he said with a laugh and a
wink.

"I became serious, my face showing anger, and I stood, pulled away from his
hand and walked toward the door.

"No wait Tommy, I was kidding, please don't leave, please I need you, Tommy
please."

I reached the door and looked back and said. "So you think I'm a slut huh"
I closed the door and looked back smiling, I'll show you what kind of slut
I am."  Moving back to his bed.

"Ah Tommy maybe you better not, I mean I need you to know, well" he was
smiling and squirming knowing full well what was coming.

I pushed my hand under the sheets, I found his leg, and I moved up passed
the huge bandage covering the gator bite. I found his hospital gown I moved
up heading for my prize.  It was already in my minds eye.  Soft fuzzy ball
sack, warm long dick under a blanket of furry blond hair, I loved rubbing
my face in them and I could feel it as I reached up and

It's gone!

My hand pulled back, He said, "I tried to warn you."

I pulled the sheets off, I could see some of the scrapes on his leg where
the gator had scratched his skin.  I pulled the hospital gown away and
looked.  There was a hairless ball sack, below his beautiful dick and
shaved pubic area. I laughed.

"You look like a little boy," I was laughing.

"Look again pal, the dick you're holding is no little boy dick". He
proclaimed proudly.

He was right about that.  My hand around it as it was growing.

"Don't worry it will all grow back" he said somewhat defensively.

" I kind of like it, its cute I smiled.

"Oh well, when you decide how you want my dick to look please let me know".

We laughed together.

I moved my hand off his smooth balls when I heard the door open.  It was
the nurse and behind her was Aunt Jean.

The nurse was surprised that Joey was awake and so alert.

"You're awake," she explained

"Yeah, Tommy got me up" wink, wink

I blushed and Jean smiled.

Aunt Jean took my place while I hit the head.  She really cared for Joey
and that was just fine with me. Not long after Aunt Jean arrived,
Mrs. Simmons and Hank returned.

They were happy to see Joey so alert and smiled and thanked me for staying
with him.

"I asked Mrs. Simmons if she had taken care of her business.

"Hank laughed and said, "As soon as we got home, Gloria took the shotgun
out on the lake and blew the head off that bull gator."

Okay, remember never make her angry I said to myself.

We all talked for a while, but soon the doctor said all but one had to
leave.

"Please I want to stay," I begged.  Mrs. Simmons said that would be fine,
but to call if there was any problems.

Aunt Jean said she would go by school tomorrow and get any assignments for
Joey and I so that we could keep up with school and if we did I could stay
as long as I wished.

It took a week before he was able to get out of bed and walk with my help.
Most of his scares would heal and the infection cleared in just a few days.
Once they took all the tubes off of him I was able to help him to the
bathroom.  I made that a fun trip each time.

Finally the doctor said he could go home the next day, but needed to rest
at least a week before going back to school.

Mrs. Simmons asked me to come over and help her get his room ready.  He
would need a hospital bed and a walker.  Hank was at work so it was just
the two of us. She took me into her office.  The curtains were open and it
was nice and bright, so much different that before. She had books
everywhere.  I spotted one of my favorites from middle school, "Wandering
Waters" by Gloria Burton.  It was a coming of age story about a young boy
and his Grandfather who owned a lake and all the land around it.  The boy
convinced the older man to let go of the land and allow others to enjoy the
lake too. It had won "The Nuday Award" and was displayed with seven other
books by Gloria Burton.

"Wow this was one of my favorite books I told her, I didn't know the author
had written so many others," I said

"That was the only young readers book I have ever written and the only one
to receive an award." She laughed.

"You wrote Wandering Waters? You're Gloria Burton?" I was both surprised
and impressed.

"Thomas that book was about my father before he died and his relationship
with Joey.

This lake we all live on, you know "Lake Burton", was named for him," she
explained.

"You mean all this land was your families and the book I read as a kid was
about Joey?" it was coming to me slowly.

"Yes Thomas, I guess Joey has been in your life longer than you knew" she
smiled.

Wow, I had no idea.  Now I knew why I felt the way I did when I first met
him, that and he was so cute. Plus Joey may be richer than any of my other
friends and me, how cool.

I related the story back to Joey as I drove him home from the hospital.  He
thought it was cool that I had read the book about him growing up and
losing his Granddad. He said it had always been his favorite book too.

I wanted to be the one to bring Joey home and give him his first ride in my
Jag. We arrived at his house and pulled up in the driveway where Hank was
waiting next to a long low something completely covered.  Below he
uncovered a cherry red 1971 Jaguar XKE.  Hank told us it was the last year
the "E" Series Jaguar was produced and it was very rare.

Now Joey and I would both have Jags, one more thing to share.  Mrs. Simmons
came out with a surprise too.  She had in her arms a new Boxer puppy.  She
said it would be up to Joey and I to raise and take care of him. We of
course called him Jag.  Chevy was happy to have a new friend.

I stayed with them all week.  I did have to go back to school but would
give him something to remember each morning, returning to receive a very
warm welcome home.

Baxter came by a few times and got to know Joey, so did Greg and Sarah.  I
think she knew that Joey was her replacement, but handled it pretty well.

Joey could see that she was a little hurt and said to me, "I'm sorry she
lost you, but I'm very glad to know"

"I've got you."

He had me all right, back then and today our love stays strong.



The Rest of the Story

I won't tell you that all was wonderful from then on because this is not a
fairy tail, sorry about the pun.  School was hard; I never got into the
whole coming out thing.

Joey and I went on to college, moving to a university about two hours
north. The first year we tried dorm life, not much privacy.  So we bought a
condo within walking distance to the campus. It has a garage for Joey's '57
Chevy and my new Cadillac XLR-V.

Now in our junior year, Joey plans to be a naturist like his
grandfather. He hopes to do his part to save the natural waterways and wild
life that make Florida so wonderful.  Knowing Joey as I do, I know he'll
make a difference.

I fell in love with government.  I was president of our high school club in
our senior year and hold a high office now in the university club. I plan
to do my share to bring government back to the people.

Baxter is up here too.  He came out in High School. He tuned into a real
flamer. After joining the gay and lesbian club, he soon took it over.  He
is all about being gay and will help others have a better understand
someday.  He was one of the lucky ones.  His parents embraced him for who
he was and support him in everyway.  Mr. Peoples never ran for governor,
and still enjoys the spotlight from his billboards.

Greg and Sarah found each other after I let her go.  They are attending a
local university both taking their time going through school while they
raise their two children.  I told you she was fast.

Byron is becoming a preacher.  I know his congregation will pay attention.

I convinced Gloria to write another book for young readers.  This one is
seen through the eyes of Chevy and Ford.  It's really quite good and can be
found in most middle school libraries.

Hank retired from the Post Office.  He spends his days working on his cars,
taking several breaks to sit on the porch or out by the lake with Gloria.
They are doing more to enjoy each other's company and are even planning a
trip to Europe.  Joey and I are cheering them on.

Uncle Ray won the Karlington account as well as the Jaguar
dealership. Lately he smiles more than Joey.

Aunt Jean is like a mom to both Joey and I.  We bring her our problems and
share with her our joys. She is a good listener allowing us to find our own
way.  She loves us both and we feel the same in return.

Chevy heads to the dock every afternoon.  He sits looking out at the lake
waiting, Jag doesn't understand, he just goes along.

The important point to the story is Thomas found happiness.  He did it by
opening his heart and being true to himself.  I wish you the same
opportunity, and hope you find someone you can say I'm glad

"I've Got You."


The End