Date: Sun, 29 Sep 2002 02:43:56 GMT
From: patcross@kskc.net
Subject: Pat and John-9

    The next day, after another walk and talk session, Pat and John decided to
speak to their parents about their relationship, but were scared about doing
so. Dr. Mike, as always, had kind words of advice. "Guys, They would have to be
blind to miss the love you have for each other! Now, if you're asking my
permission for anal sex, that's something I can't give. I can tell you this,
though. Even with all the improvements that John has made in this four months,
that sort of activity will be painful in more ways than one, and I want you to
ready for that. Talk to your parents, tell them how you feel, but please be
safe! Nobody wants you hurt again." With those wise words, the boys left Dr.
Mike's office, signed out for the weekend, and met Mrs. Stephens at the front
door.

    Getting into the car was a problem, though. John had gained weight, and it
was all muscle! Pat groaned as he slipped beneath John's weight. "Oh, be quiet,
Pat! We'll pull him off of you when we get home!", laughed Mrs. Stephens. "Oh,
gee, thanks! By then, I'll be flat!," Pat said, with a twinkle in his eye. John
just giggled at his family. HIS family, who made life worth living.

    As they pulled into into driveway, Mr. Stephens met them, and burst out
laughing at the sight in the back seat, which caused his wife to start laughing
again. Five minutes later, they were all laughing as they tried to pull John
out of the car. Poor Pat, though, was laughing the hardest, and he loved every
minute of it. Once inside the house, the boys went to their room. "Oh, Pat, I
was beginning to think I'd never see my bedroom again," John whispered into his
ear. Pat smiled, saying, "don't worry, my Love, Dr. Mike has promised weekend
visits until your release. You'll get to this place again."

    Soon, they were called to dinner, and being ravenous teens (especially in
John's case), they cleared the table of food, and then some. After dessert, the
boys asked their parents into the den for "The Talk". Pat began first,
nervously. "Mom, Dad, before my folks died, you knew that John and I were
fooling around, right? We want to tell you that it's gone deeper than just the
fooling around. We're not fucking each other just yet, we're in love."

    Their parents looked at each other, and back at them before
replying. "Boys," Mr. Stephens said, quietly, "we knew what was going on long
before the accident. We knew there was a deeper connection than just friendship
between the two of you. We talked it over and decided that if you really want a
relationship, it's okay with us." The two boys screamed and ran (well, John
hobbled, actually) into their parents' arms, and they all shed a happy tear or
two for the future.

    John asked Pat to help him bathe, and then after Pat helped John to bed and
took his shower, he climbed into bed with his brother. "Pat," John begged, "let
me suck you." Straddling John's face, Pat lowered his boycock into his
brother's mouth, feeling John's tongue for the first time in almost five
months. Soon, the room was room filled with the sound of loud moans. "Oh,
John," Pat whispered, "suck me, please!". John complied with Pat's request,
loving the taste of Pat's cock. Soon, Pat couldn't hold back any longer as he
moaned, "Oh, I'm cumming, John! And Pat simply exploded, with John greedily
sucking every drop of Pat's sweet cum down his throat. After Pat untangled
himself from John, they passionately played tongue-hockey as they slowly fell
asleep together, wrapped in each other's arms.