Love in a Chair

A story by Altimexis

Welcome to the twenty-ninth installment of Love in a Chair. If you haven't read it already, please read the foreword under Chapter 1. It goes without saying that this story is under copyright. It is a work of pure fiction and any resemblance of characters to real people is completely coincidental. This story involves gay sex between minors and if reading it is illegal where you live, please don't.

READERS SHOULD NOTE that this is not a story about eroticism gained through urination or scat. In fact, descriptions throughout the following chapters related to bowel and bladder movements, are described for the purpose of giving the reader an insight into the complications, embarrassments, and adjustments required in the everyday life of a paraplegic.

Altimexis

Summary of Chapters 1-28: Seventeen-year-old Aaron Johnson and fifteen-year-old Brian Sandler are two boys in love. Both sets of parents are now supportive of the relationship, but Brian's were deeply religious and an attempt to keep them in the dark ended in tragedy when the boys were struck by a drunk driver and Brian became a paraplegic. The boys are out at school and are active in the gay-straight alliance, the school's jazz ensemble, which Brian helped form, and an organization called Students for Peace. Aaron was elected to his school's student counsel and Brian became the sophomore class president, but had to resign when he developed health complications that required him to undergo risky surgery. The initial results left Brian worse off than before and he became severely depressed and broke off his relationship with Aaron. It took a nearly successful suicide attempt to make the boys realize that they still loved each other and that Brian needed help to cope with his life-altering injury. They have a number of supportive friends, including Brian's best friend, Larry Epstein, Larry's girlfriend, Gail, Aaron's fourteen-year-old brother, Adam, Sharon and her girlfriend, Jackie, Scott and his boyfriend, Jared and Darren and his boyfriend, Jeff, and a former slacker named Chad. For Aaron's seventeenth birthday, his and Brian's parents gave them an all-expense-paid Disney World vacation over the spring break, where they're currently having the time of their lives.

Chapter 29 " A Helping Hand

The boys awoke late on Sunday and quickly showered and dressed, excited at the prospect of another day in paradise. They enjoyed a leisurely Sunday brunch and then decided to take the monorail over to MGM. Because they didn't have to wait in line, they got through most of the rides that interested them fairly quickly, so they decided to head over and get started on EPCOT for the rest of the afternoon.

As they stood in line for the monorail, Aaron noticed a couple of teenaged boys standing ahead of them who appeared to be about their age. After a short wait, they were all directed to line up in a series of holding pens to board the next train. Aaron, Brian and the boys Aaron had noticed were the only ones in their pen. While they waited for the monorail to arrive, Aaron saw the two boys briefly hold hands and smile at each other when they thought no one was looking.

There was something about these boys that made Aaron feel comfortable - that he wanted to get to know them - and so he leaned over and whispered in Brian's ear, "I saw these boys hold hands and I want to let them know we're gay, too." He then gave Brian a quick peck on the lips - nothing passionate, but just long enough to attract the boys' attention without drawing the attention of the rest of the crowd.

"Wow. I mean, like, you guys are gay?" one of the boys whispered to Aaron.

"Well, aren't you?" Aaron whispered back. "I saw you two hold hands a minute ago."

The two boys started blushing.

"Hey, don't sweat it," Brian whispered comfortingly. "It's really cool that you're out and all, and so are we."

"Well, we're not actually out at all," whispered one of the boys. "I mean, no one knows we're gay at home, much less that we're boyfriends, but around here amongst strangers, well, it feels safer. We've gotten comfortable holding hands now and then and I didn't even realize we'd done it in until you mentioned it. But it is cool to do this in public. I'm gonna miss it when we go home."

"By the way, I'm Brian and this dork standing next to me is my boyfriend, Aaron."

"My name's Billy," replied the first boy, "And this shit-face next to me is Chuck."

"I'm not a shit-face, asshole!" retorted Chuck.

"Oh yes you are, especially when you've been rimming me," Billy whispered with a sly smile. Everyone started blushing as they all laughed.

"Speaking of home, where are you guys from?" Brian continued.

Billy answered, "Denver."

"Oh yeah? Me and Brian were there last October. He had some surgery there," said Aaron.

"OK, cool. What kinda surgery was it?"

Brian answered, "There was a hole in my spinal cord, so they had to fix it to keep me from becoming more paralyzed."

"Is that why you're in a wheelchair?" Chuck said as the monorail came to a stop.

"No, I was paralyzed just over a year ago in a car accident."

"Oh," the second boy said as the monorail arrived and they all boarded the train. "How'd it happen?"

"A drunk driver hit the car me and Aaron were in."

"That sucks," Billy said. "So how long have you guys been together?"

"About a year and a half," Aaron replied. "A very rough year and a half. Not because of our relationship," Aaron added in a near whisper, "but because of the accident and everything that happened after it."

"I don't know how I'd have made it without Aaron," Brian added quietly. "Anyway, how long have you guys been together?"

"Me and Chuck have been best friends forever, but we realized we liked each other as more than friends almost four years ago, after I'd just turned twelve."

"Our parents don't know, though," Chuck added in a hushed tone. "It's been a challenge keeping it a secret for four years and we've had to do a lot of sneaking around, but we have our own room while we're here, so we're making up for lost time!"

"That's really cool," Brian said. "So your folks are letting you alone?"

"Pretty much. We have to meet up for some meals, but both our parents want to do their own thing and we definitely want to do ours."

"How long are you here for."

"We'll be here all week!"

"So will we. That is so cool! Hey, you wanna spend time with us? Thanks to Brian, we don't have to wait in any of the lines."

"Thanks Aaron, we'd love to," Billy responded. "By the way, how about your parents?"

"They're not here. This trip was a seventeenth birthday present for Aaron"

"You mean your parents know?" Chuck asked incredulously.

"Yeah, they know, thanks to this wheelchair," Brian replied as they exited the train.

"Huh?"

"When we had the accident, I'd snuck over to Aaron's place. His parents already knew and were cool with it, but mine were so anti-gay. Anyway, his parents were away for the weekend and I snuck over to his place to have our first try at anal sex. A drunk driver slammed into us on the way home. Of course, my parents figured out what was happening right away and tried to keep us apart, but eventually they came around. Turns out my dad's bisexual and had been hiding it all these years."

"Oh man."

"Yeah, it kinda freaked me too, but it took real balls for him to admit it, and even more to openly accept that his only kid was also gay. He was brought up real religious and had a hard time dealing with himself, but he started to realize he couldn't let the same thing happen to me. So my parents are cool with us now. Aaron spends the night with me all the time, and they paid for half this trip."

"You're so lucky," Billy added. "You know, we've done similar stuff ourselves . . . I've even snuck out and driven us to the movies a few times, even though I don't have my license yet."

"I didn't have my license either," Aaron mentioned. "We had to go to court to get my license when I turned sixteen."

"God, that's scary. I mean, we knew we were taking a risk, but I definitely wouldn't want our parents to find out that way."

"Do you think they'd have a problem with it?" Brian asked.

"I dunno," Chuck answered. "I've heard my dad call people 'fags' sometimes, and I think he might freak out if he knew I was one. Like Brian, I'm an only child."

"Same here," Billy added, "and my dad also uses language like that."

"I understand your being nervous. I was scared shitless, too. But you know something? I have an idea that just might help you find out if your parents would be accepting or not."

"You do, Brian? How?"

"Well, Aaron and I are out . . . at home, at school, and even here. Maybe you could invite us to dinner with all of you. Don't worry, we won't be total fags around your folks, but we could make it obvious enough to get them thinking. Seeing how they react could give you at least a glimpse of what to expect if you decide to come out to them."

"You know," Aaron said, "that's a pretty damn good idea. Almost as good as something I mighta come up with." They all laughed and agreed to try to set things up for Monday night.

They boys were a bit disappointed to find out that with more than three people in their group, Brian and Aaron were made to wait while Billy and Chuck went through the line, but it was a small price to pay for friendship. They started to make their way around EPCOT, and got through Spaceship Earth and the Universe of Energy and Mission Space pavilions, and had a blast on the Test Track before Billy and Chuck announced that they needed to get going to meet their parents.

They exchanged room information and cell phone numbers and parted ways. Brian and Aaron spent a little more time exploring the shops around EPCOT before heading back to their suite to get ready for the evening. They had a reservation at the House of Blues in Downtown Disney, where Big Bad Voodoo Daddy, a well-known swing band, was performing. This would be a memorable night - in more ways than one.

The dinner consisted of authentic Louisiana cuisine and it was wonderful, and the show was superb. Neither of them had heard a big band perform live before, and while Brian liked swing and Aaron tolerated it, there was no comparison between listening to a CD and watching a live performance. The sound literally permeated their bodies and their souls. They boys returned to their suite, singing some of the tunes they'd heard that evening.

After enjoying the bottle of champagne they'd saved from their welcome package, they got undressed and talked about how they might approach Billy and Chuck's parents the next night, while Brian completed his bowel program. Aaron hooked up the enema bag and cleaned Brian out, and cleaned up in the shower. Then he cathed his lover, and they retreated to the bedroom and settled in for a long night of pleasure, laying down naked, side by side.

They started kissing passionately as they groped each other, eliciting soft moans. They stroked each other's hair, looked into each other's eyes and kissed and kissed again. "God, I love this," Brian cooed.

"Me too, baby, me too. I still can't believe my luck in finding you."

"No, I found you! I'm the lucky one!"

"No way. I'm way luckier than you!"

"Well if you're luckier, then I'm the luckiest!"

Aaron started to sing Ben Folds' The Luckiest and both boys started to laugh.

"Who'da thunk sex could be so funny," Brian smirked.

"Truly the joy of sex - it's all emotions rolled into one!"

"Shut the fuck up, my little queer."

"I'm not so little, my boy."

"Yeah, I've noticed," Brian said as he closed his eyes and started kissing Aaron again. They kept at it for the longest time, savoring the texture and taste of each other's mouths. Sometime after midnight, Brian took things further by starting to kiss Aaron on the forehead, on the neck, on his ears and on his chest. He licked delicately around Aaron's nipple rings and ran his tongue down in a line from his chest to his belly button, which he then explored with his tongue. He lingered at Aaron's crotch, taking in the wonderful, musky scent, and then started licking at Aaron's balls.

"Oh man, Brian, this is incredible."

"Nothing but the best for my boy," he replied as he resumed licking. He then commanded, "Turn over."

Aaron did so without hesitation. Brian started massaging Aaron's back, working his hands lower and lower as he reached down and kissed the back of his neck. Aaron felt Brian's long hair drape down and tickle is back as Brian messaged - it was an incredible turn-on. Brian messaged his way down to Aaron's butt, kneading his cheeks rhythmically as he thrust Aaron's pelvis down into the bed, causing him to hump the sheets. Just when Aaron thought he was about to cum, Brian stopped. Aaron wasn't sure what to expect next when he suddenly felt something wet on the sole of his right foot. Brian was tonguing his foot! He felt Brian lick along the instep, and then he inserted his tongue under each toe and gently probed the space between each toe. He did the same thing with the left foot before gently licking his way back up Aaron's calf and thigh, stopping just short of his ass.

Brian spread Aaron's cheeks and gazed in awe at Aaron's pink pucker. He licked Aaron and licked him again, rimming him into oblivion.

"Oh Brian, this is wonderful."

"Mm hmm," Brian hummed as he started to gently probe Aaron's love canal with his tongue, pushing it deep inside. He backed off and licked the back of Aaron's ball sack, and then ran his tongue back up Aaron's crack and probed again inside, driving Aaron crazy. Finally he asked, "Are you ready, my love?"

"I thought you'd never ask. I'm always ready."

"Then go to it!"

Aaron didn't waste any time - he was horny as hell and ready to cum. He quickly unrolled a condom onto his shaft and generously lubricated it with some KY. There was no need to loosen Brian's anus, thanks to his paraplegia and his use of suppositories. Aaron pushed Brian's legs up over his shoulders and lined up his achingly hard dick with Brian's hole, and pushed inside. The feeling was incredible. He reached down and started kissing Brian as he grabbed his nipples and started rubbing and pinching them furiously. Aaron could feel him quivering under him, having one of the most intense orgasms he'd ever had since his injury. Aaron thrust forward, sliding his dick in and out rhythmically.

Although Brian couldn't clamp down on him, the thrusting elicited reflex contractions of the sphincter that were nearly as pleasurable to Aaron. Suddenly he felt Brian's body go into intense spasms as a wetness spread across the space between their bodies. Brian's sphincter clamped down on Aaron's dick like a vise, sending Aaron over the edge as he pumped his life's essence into his condom. Brian continued shuddering under Aaron, enjoying his own prolonged orgasm, heightened by the knowledge of the pleasure he'd brought the love of his life.

Finally, Aaron's dick began to go limp and it plopped out of Brian. Aaron lapped up as much of Brian's cum as he could and he then rolled the condom off his dick, allowing Brian to lick up as much of his own nectar as he could. Afterwards, they lay side by side, gazing into each other's eyes.

"That was amazing. Simply amazing. It just gets better and better! I love you so much, Brian. I just hope that you get enough out of it."

"Aaron, it feels great. Making you feel good makes me feel good, and on top of that, you make me feel real good, too. I know I'll never know what anal sex feels like, but frankly, I don't care. What we have is special, borne of love. I feel sorry for the rest of the world." They kissed passionately with less and less intensity until they both drifted off to sleep in each other's arms

Other than a brief wakeup call at 4 AM for Brian's cath and to turn him to the other side, with Aaron then spooning behind him, they slept very well until they heard the phone ring. It was now bright outside and Aaron reached for the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Aaron?"

"Oh, hi Chuck. What time is it?"

"Good night, huh? We had a great night, too. Just got up a little while ago. It's ten o'clock."

"Oh man, Chuck, we didn't mean to sleep so late. Let's say we meet back at the entrance to EPCOT for lunch at noon?"

"Noon would be great! See you then."

Aaron and Brian quickly showered and dressed, barely having enough time to get to EPCOT at the designated hour. Billy and Chuck were already waiting for them when they got there. They decided on Mexican and headed straight for the Mexican pavilion, wolfing down an enormous meal. They were all starved. The plan was to meet up with the 'rents at eight that evening at the Polynesian Village, where Billy and Corey were staying. That left them plenty of time to see the rest of EPCOT and to stop over at Brian and Aaron's suite to freshen up for the evening.

"Wow, this place is enormous!" Chuck exclaimed as he entered the boys' suite.

"Yeah, well, our parents splurged a bit. It's been a rough year for Brian and me, so I guess this was a way of thanking us for pulling through it . . . So, are you boys ready for tonight?"

"Whadaya mean?" Billy asked innocently.

"Well, not to scare you or anything, but things could get real uncomfortable, and it could happen real fast. Whatever happens, don't freak. Brian and I can handle anything and we can deflect any suspicion off you two if we have to. But if you freak, your worst nightmare could be confirmed. If this scares you, then Brian and I can just keep quiet and we'll all have a nice evening together."

'No, Aaron, we've wanted to do this for a long time. We may never get this kind of opportunity again."

"OK, but be careful. We'll be there for you 100%."

At 7:30, they boarded the monorail and headed over to the Polynesian Village. They met the 'rents and after introductions, were seated for their dinner. Everyone looked over their menus, ordered their meals, and then the conversation turned to the two 'strangers' at the table.

"So you boys all met on the monorail, I understand." Bill senior asked as much as stated.

"Yup, we were all in line together and we just got to talking. We hit it off right away," Aaron answered.

"That's nice to hear," Chuck's mom chimed in. She turned to Brian and asked, "Brian, do you mind if I ask how you ended up in a wheelchair?"

"Not at all. Aaron and me were out one night when our car was struck by a drunk driver. It was a freak accident and everything just conspired to put my body in the wrong place in an otherwise safe car, so that my spine took the full brunt of the impact. Aaron walked away with nothing more than a few broken ribs and a mild concussion. The drunk driver ran from the scene, but was killed when he rolled his SUV later that same night. That happened a little over a year ago. But everything's OK and we've made adjustments."

"It must have been hard."

"I won't say that it was easy, but it could have been a lot worse. At least we weren't in some top-heavy SUV like the guy that hit us . . . we'da rolled over for sure and probably both be dead."

Aaron and Brian could tell from the silence around the table that probably everyone else at the table drove SUV's. Finally, Billy broke the silence. "Brian was in Denver a few months ago for some surgery."

"Oh really?" Chuck's mom stated more than asked.

"You have one of the best spine neurosurgeons in the world, so when I had some complications I headed to Colorado for surgery on my spine. Good thing, too . . . the best our surgeons could promise was that things might not get any worse."

Just then the waiter brought their salads.

"Well, that's nice to know," Billy's mom chimed in for the first time. "So why don't you boys tell us a little about yourselves." She added now that she'd spoken up.

Aaron and Brian looked at each other and knew that the moment of truth had arrived. "Well, we're both advanced placement students in our high school. I'm a sophomore and Aaron's a junior. We hang out with each other a lot. We're both into music. Some day I hope to be a great jazz musician, but I'm planning to teach math as my day job. Aaron and I play in our school's jazz ensemble."

"Don't be so modest, Brian." Aaron added. "Brian actually founded the school's jazz ensemble. He used to be a great trumpet player before the injury, but he doesn't have the lung power now, so he plays guitar and I play sax."

"Cool!" Billy exclaimed. "You guys didn't tell us about that. I play tenor sax and Chuck plays drums. We belong to a small jazz quartet that we started."

"That's way cool, I used to play tenor and alto sax before the injury, and now Aaron plays them in the Jazz Ensemble."

"Awesome! So are there any other things you guys are into?" Billy asked innocently enough.

Well, this was it, Aaron realized as he started to speak. "Brian and I are very active in a group called Students for Peace . . . in fact, that's how we met. We're also active in student government, and we're active in our school's GSA."

"GSA?" Chuck asked.

"It's our school's gay-straight alliance." Aaron went on to talk about how the Jazz Ensemble was their true passion, trying to diffuse attention drawn by his last remark, but it was clear that everyone else's attention was focused on what he'd just said.

Bill senior looked at Aaron, and then at Brian, then at Chuck and finally at his own son. Both Chuck and Billy were already blushing by then, but when Bill senior's eyes locked onto his son's, Billy suddenly bolted, running out of the restaurant before Brian or Aaron could divert attention from Chuck and Billy. As Aaron had feared, things had gotten very bad, very fast. Aaron didn't wait to ask, he ran after Billy as he heard his father shouting Billy's name, almost pleading with his voice.

"I'm sure Aaron'll find him." Brian said to help calm things down.

"What's going on here?" Chuck's father asked, seemingly oblivious to what had just happened.

"Dan, I think our sons are gay." Billy's father proclaimed.

"What?"

"Dan, I've suspected it for a long time, but just didn't want to admit it to anybody . . . not even to myself . . . but you saw what happened here. I think the boys had this all planned and it was their way of trying to tell us, wasn't it Chuck?"

When Chuck started sobbing, Brian realized that the cat was essentially out of the bag and there was no reason to deny it.

"Aaron and I have counseled many gay kids since we came out. It's never easy telling parents. God, my parents nearly destroyed me when they unintentionally found out. Aaron and I just thought that a nice dinner would be a good way for us to explore how all of you felt before your sons made their decision on whether or not to tell you. We told them not to freak, but I guess Billy panicked."

"My son is not gay!!" Dan screamed loudly so that nearly everyone in the restaurant had to have heard. Chuck began crying hysterically and Brian motioned for him to come over to him and he hugged and comforted the boy.

"No! I will not have a faggot for a son!!"

Brian looked up at Chuck's father and glared at him, and then he softened his look and spoke. "Last year, I felt my situation was hopeless and decided to deal with it by downing a bottle of Vicodin." Brian knew he was taking a bit of license with this, but felt it was for a good cause. "I wanted to end it all and nearly succeeded. Even still, my liver function is not back to normal. Nearly half of all teenage suicides are among gay teens. Believe me, I didn't choose this life. If it weren't for Aaron and the love we share, I'd have given anything to be straight. If you'd asked me before I met Aaron if I'd rather be a straight paraplegic or gay and able to walk, there would have been no question . . . I would have stuck with the wheelchair. Your son can't help the way he feels any more than I can. He was probably born that way and it's no one's fault, any more than someone could be blamed for making their kid left-handed. But if you insist on not having a gay son, you will almost certainly get your wish . . . he'll leave you, or maybe worse than that. . . ."

The table was eerily quiet except for the sound of Chuck's sobs when Aaron returned a short while later with Billy. It was very obvious that he'd been crying, too. Rather than talking to the adults, Billy sat down next to Chuck and peeled him off Brian, turning him to face his own boyfriend.

"I'm so sorry, Chuck. I don't know what to say . . . I just freaked. I could tell that my dad was catching on and I freaked."

Chuck fell into Billy's arms and sobbed, "Your dad kinda already knew, but my dad hates me."

"I don't hate you, son." Everyone was startled to hear Chuck's father speak. "I love you and couldn't stand it if anything happened to you. But this . . . I dunno. It's gonna take some time to get used to it. And your mom and I are gonna have a lot of talking to do."

Chuck stopped crying and looked silently at his father. Bill senior then asked, "So what are we going to do for the remainder of the trip?"

Everyone was surprised when Chuck's mother answered. "We're going to continue the trip as planned. The boys will stay together in their room as we had planned, and they'll spend their time here as they want. They've probably been doing things together for years." She then turned to her husband and added, "And if our son is gay, Dan, wouldn't you rather he be with Billy than with some stranger who may have AIDS?" Billy's mother nodded her head in agreement.

Bill senior turned to Brian and said, "You boys seem to be kind and compassionate kids. Good kids. Would you be willing to help our sons get through this?"

"We'll be happy to . . . and they're really great kids and we've really have enjoyed spending time with them . . . but they're going to be fine." Aaron said with a furrowed brow. "It's you folks I'm more worried about. Billy and Chuck have been together all their lives and have had time to get used to being boyfriends.

"Your sons will be fine as long as you don't push them away. They're still the same sons you've loved all their lives. The only thing that changed tonight is that now you know they love each other as much as you love your spouses. That doesn't make them bad or evil. They're just children. But there will be some tough times ahead for them, especially if they do come out or are outed at school. They need you to be there for them."

Brian added, "There are some excellent resources on the web and support groups for parents of gay teens. Aaron and I would be happy to get you some information if you'd like."

"We'd like that very much," Billy's mom answered.

As things calmed down at the table, the young waiter came up to them and asked if they were ready for their dinner. He then added, "My parents found out about me by accident. We don't speak to each other any more. I'm having to work my way through college. I'd give anything for someone to have had this conversation with my parents when I was your sons' age."

The waiter then left and returned a short while later with their main courses. The mood at the table lightened considerably as they all ate their meals and the topic of conversation turned to what everyone was doing during their stay at Disney World.

The remainder of the week went by in a flash as the four boys became inseparable, enjoying themselves fully. They returned to the Magic Kingdom and, once Brian's parents had faxed their permission, rode Space Mountain several times. They visited the Animal Kingdom and even got wet at Typhoon Lagoon to the fullest extent possible with Brian's limitations. They even recorded their own music video together at Pleasure Island - they were able to rent the instruments they needed and, as Brian later quipped, "didn't sound half bad."

When Sunday morning rolled around, they exchanged e-mail and IM addresses, emotional hugs, and said their goodbyes to new friends they had come to love, thanks to a chance encounter while waiting in line.


Well, that's it for the twenty-ninth installment of Love in a Chair. Only one more to go! Hope you like it so far. Please e-mail me your comments. I will try to respond to all e-mail except flames, but I make no promises. I would like to thank Riley James of the Rainbow Community Writing Project for hosting my story. I would also like to thank WriteByMyself and David of Hope for their invaluable suggestions and editing, and Captain Rick for providing incomparable advice on the legal aspects of this story. The next installment should be posted in a week or two.

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