Date: Sat, 12 May 2001 08:53:40 -0500
From: Jacking Buds <jackingbuds@hotmail.com>
Subject: Mr. Smathers, Jeremy and Me 13

     We got to the hospital. They rushed Mr. Smathers into the ER.  It
seemed an eternity before they came out to talk to us.  The doctor said that
they had stablized Mr. Smathers.  It seems as though they had lost him a
couple of times, but were able to bring him back. The doctor said that at
that point and time, they could not figure out what was wrong with him, but
they were going to keep him for observa- tion.
     He asked us who his family doctor was and we told him.  He said that he
would be contacting his doctor and they probably would be running tests on
him to try to determine what had cause the problem.
     They transferred Mr. Smathers to the ICU.  We were allowed to see
he, but only 2 at a time and for only 10 minutes.  Jeremy and I went in
together; I on one side of the bed, Jeremy on the other.  Mr. Smathers
looked terrible with all those tubes sticking out of him.
     I wanted to grab Mr. Smathers and not let him go, but I knew that
I couldn't do that so I gently held his hand.  "I love you, Mr. Smathers," I
whispered.  He barely squeezed my hand in acknowledgement of my whisper.
Nothing else was spoke during the remaining minutes of our visit.  Tears
were streaming down my eyes by the time we were told it was time.
     The next few days were pure hell.  Test after test were taken and then
came the waiting to see if the next test would reveal anything.
Finally, the blood tests came back which resulted in our finding out that
Mr. Smathers had Leukemia.
     He had his ups and downs with the disease. He even went back to
teaching.  He loved teaching.  He loved the kids that he had taught over the
years (the 4 of us were the only ones that he ever got sexually involved
with and that was our choice).
     The next 4 years proved to be a battle for us.  Mr. Smathers insisted
that we not put ourselves on hold while he battled this disease.  He
insisted that we all go to college which we did. All 4 of us decided to take
up a career in education and I, of course choose to go into History
education.
     It was the summer after our graduating from college that Mr. Smathers
lost his battle to Leukemia.  All 4 of us were at his bedside
when he passed away.  Tears flooded my eyes.  We finally had to be ushered
out of his room so they could make preparations.
     His funeral was well attended, so well attended that it was held in the
school gymnasium.  After the funeral.  We went home.
     Once we got home, I went straight upstairs, got undressed and slid
under the blankets of Mr. Smathers' bed.  I huddled under the blankets
silently crying.  Jeremy came in.  He, too, got undressed and slid under
the blankets beside me.
     "Hold me Jeremy," was the only thing that I said.  Jeremy gently placed
his arms around me and kissed my forehead.  He reached his hand down to my
softened cock.  I put my hand down to his hand to stop him.
"Just hold me."

     "Okay," he said as he stopped his advancement,"I only thought..."
     "I know," I replied, "you were going to try to take my mind off of
today.  I really appreciate that, but all I want right now is to be held."
     With that we held each other.  Tears streamed down my eyes and Jeremy
gently kissed them away.  Oh how I was going to miss Mr. Smathers.  Oh how I
still miss Mr. Smathers and it has now been 30 years since Mr. Smathers
passed away.
     Since I majored in History, I replaced Mr. Smathers as History teacher
at the school the we had attended.  Jeremy is also teaching there and is now
the head baseball coach.
     Jeremy and I are now fathers to two handsome young men that we adopted
(don't anyone get any perverted ideas out there.  We wouldn't have given a
second thought to harming those boys in any way, shape or form.)  Like most
parents, we were involved in our boys' lives.
     I can remember the one night that our youngest boy came into our
bedroom he,  was about 12 at the time.  He jumped in bed with us.  He was
laying his head on my chest and then he looked up at me and asked,
"Daddy, why do I have two daddies?"
     I was blown out of the water with that question.  "Well, it's like this
son," I looked at Jeremy, he was smirking at me being thankful it was me who
was asked this question and not him, "Daddy Jeremy and I are gay.  Do you
know what gay is, son?"
     "Yes, Daddy.  That means you don't like girls, but you like boys."  I
had to laugh alittle.
     "Well, let's not put it quite like that, okay?"  I tassled his hair a
little.  Let's just say that Daddy Jeremy and I love each other like your
friend Derrick's mommy and daddy love each other."
     "Oh, okay.  Is it okay if I like girls, Daddy?  I don't have to like
boys, too, do I?"
     I chuckled, "No, son, it's okay if you like girls.  Actually, I'm
hoping that one day you and your brother make us proud grandparents."
     "How do I do that, Daddy?"
     "Oh, shit,"  I thought to myself, "now I've done it."
     "Yeah, Daddy Jimmy, "just how does that happen?"
     "I think we'll save that for another day," I replied, giving
Jeremy a look that would kill.
     I kissed our youngest on the forehead, Jeremy kissed him on the
forehead and we sent him on his way.  Now with two young men running around
in our presence, Jeremy and I had to be more careful with our sexuality, so
we turned out the lights and crawled under the cover and......
     Our sons accepted our sexuality as normal for us.  They on the
other hand were as straight as straight could be, which was okay with
us.  They both ended up beautiful young ladies.  They, too, accepted Jeremy
and I as who we were.
     They blessed us with 7 grandchildren and have already told us that they
were stopping, lol, that we would have to wait for great- grand children.
     Holidays are great around our house (which I inherited from Mr.
Smathers).  Yet, there isn't a holiday that goes by that I don't think of
Mr. Smathers.  After the days festivities are over, I go upstairs undress
and crawl under the cover of Mr. Smathers' bed.  Jeremy knows now that when
a holiday ends that's where he can find me.  He, too, then undresses and
joins me, but now he knows to only hold me, gently kissing my forehead as he
holds me.
     Jeremy and I will enjoy our remaining days together.  Our families will
grow and there will be great-grandchildren, I'm sure.
However, I never will forget the love that Mr. Smathers and I had for each
other.  It was somewhere between lovers and father and son, but that
probably won't be another story.

THE END