Date: Tue, 3 Apr 2012 22:47:33 -0700 (PDT) From: Boris Chen Subject: Ryan and Joey 11 Notice: This story is totally fictional. None of the characters actually exist. None of the events actually happened. Locations for the story were chosen at random. Views of the characters do not represent those of the writer. Copyright March 2012, all rights reserved. Ryan and Joey. A high school romance. July 1975. Part-11, The final chapter. Monday evening 6pm Sorry, but this is Joey dictating again. I only got a few seconds. I'll tell you more when I find out stuff but Ryan got hurt at work. His mom called me and said he's at the Army hospital ER. I'm waiting on my mom to get home so I can go. Holy Fuck! I am so scared! She said Ryan fell off a ladder backwards at work and was in the ER that he was awake and talking and stuff but he was really badly hurt. They said his neck and back are not broken but he has a really bad cut on the back of his head and they think he may have a fractured skull, it sounds really bad. It feels like my heart is gonna jump right out of my chest. So I gotta go. Bye. Tuesday Noon. Day 2. It's Joey dictating again. My mom and I got here about 8pm last night. She went home so I stayed with Mr and Mrs Green in the Surgical/ICU waiting room all night. They said Ryan was standing on a ladder getting a box of drink cups down from a high shelf and fell backwards when he was reaching up to get it off the top shelf. He landed on the floor and wouldn't wake up. There was a huge puddle of blood too they said. The surgeon told us he is going to recover that he did not break his spine but he did break his skull bone and he has a nasty cut and they think he might have even have a small brain injury. They took him to surgery to place a cerebral fluid pressure probe and found his neck had these weird twisted arteries that supply blood to the brain, which explains why he always got dizzy when he looked up for more than a second or two. So they had to do this surgery on the artery on one side of his neck and he should recover fully except for a scar on his neck and others on the back and top of his head. They said he is lucky to be alive considering how badly it was cutting off blood flow to his brain and that it could have clotted off at any time and easily been a lot worse. Holy Fucking Shit! I have never been so scared in my life. His parents told me I could go in with them to see him when he is fully awake from surgery. I'll call back and record more later as soon as I hear something. Bye. Tuesday evening. Day 2 It's Joey again. I finally got to see Ryan about 2pm today. I was unprepared for what I saw. He is in the neuro ICU in a room with a shit load of stuff that beeps. He has an IV in both arms and another one in his wrist, a tube in his dick, patches and wires all over his chest, a probe drilled into his skull, a thing on his finger and a mask on his face with a balloon hanging below it. I found myself unable to speak the first time I laid eyes on my best friend. He was naked except for a washcloth over his crotch as if he was a human sacrifice. He looked very pale, frail, small and vulnerable. His stomach which normally pulls at my eyes to stare with lust now looked unprotected and at risk. I never noticed how pale and hairless his stomach really was, it was as if he was a child and not a person of nearly eighteen years. I thought about the times I laid my face there and drew pleasure from his warmth and silky smoothness, now it laid there slowly rising up and down as if each breath might be his last. I couldn't take my eyes off his bellybutton. I became aware of myself staring while his huge family in the room watched me. He had this rubber tube in his dick you could see it just under the washcloth when I was standing near his arm. It would kill him if he knew his dick and balls were on display for his entire family to see. We're talking parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles. His dad is a retired Army Colonel so he gets pretty much anything he wants including the entire fucking family in the ICU room. I walked up to side of the bed taking his only free hand into mine. Everyone stopped talking. I assumed briefly that they all knew about us. He moved his thumb on the back of my hand as if feeling to see who's hand it was, he never opened his eyes. It took him maybe five seconds to figure out it was *my* hand, he gave me a tight squeeze, I knew right then he was there with me and he would be alright. I started to breathe again. We held hands for a while but never spoke or opened his eyes. I leaned over whispering into his ear, "one for no, two for yes. Are you there?" I got two squeezes! "Are you in pain?" One squeeze. "Do you know what happened?" Two squeezes. "Are you stoned?" Two squeezes. "Do you know there's like twelve relatives of yours in the room?" Two squeezes. "I love you." Two squeezes. Then he gave me two more for the question I was thinking, `do you love me,' but I never said out loud. I whispered that `I'll stay for a while but that he needed to sleep'. He released my hand. I stared at his chest between the electrodes. Tears came to my eyes, I couldn't stop `em. I stared at his chest remembering how I had licked his tits not even one week ago. Finally I had to get up and walk across the room to hide my tears. Holy fuck! I am so scared! Bye Wednesday Afternoon. Day 3. Hi. It's still Joey dictating. The hospital staff made me go home to shower and sleep last night. I guess I was starting to stink up the room. My mom took me back. His folks were there alone this time. His dad even spoke nice to me for the first time. Ry was like a whole different person today. Many of the monitoring things were gone. Now he's wearing a hospital gown and was sitting half upright eyes open staring around the room talking normally, but looked drunk. When I walked in the room he couldn't make eye contact but turned to look at the door and gazed at that part of the room. As I walked to the bed his eyes did not track my movement, he still was watching the door. We all sat in his room watching TV and eating snacks from the cafeteria. They got him up to walk in the hallway again tonight with his entire nude back side hanging out, and he ate his first solid food this morning too, jello and pudding. I'm assuming his folks probably know we're gay so they let me help him to the bathroom. I shut the door and he had me hold his dick while he pee'd in the toilet. He looked at me smiling but it was really weird like he couldn't see my eyes or something. Around 9pm I helped him take a shower in his bathroom. I got him to sit on the bench in the shower while I took off all my clothes too cause I knew we'd both get wet. I washed him except his head and neck. I washed his dick slowly but he never got hard. He still had dried blood on his back from the fall. I got him in a new gown and me back into my clothes then took him back to his bed. Nobody knew we were both nude in the bathroom. It felt nice to rub him all over, he's as smooth as a baby when his skin is wet. I never told him that. My mom came and got me around 10pm took me home. I went to bed and cried myself to sleep with my face buried in the pillow. I swear I have no idea what I would do if he died. This is totally messin up my head. Ryan is all I think about now. Bye. Thursday Morning. Day 4. Mom dropped me off on her way to work downtown. I spent the day with Ryan. He was down to one IV and no more wires or tubes or probes. He has this huge bandage on the lower side of his neck on the left a little below his ear and another one on the top of his head where the probe was the first day. Otherwise he seems okay, just a little slow and tired. They said he might go home tomorrow. He still looks really drunk. They did some testing today for walking, balance, and fine motor control. He passed it all just like normal but he still has a hard time tracking things with his eyes, like it takes him a bit to make eye contact now, then his stare drifts off sideways. Not sure what that's about. He says he remembers everything except hitting the floor or being put in the ambulance but he remembers getting to the ER. The nothing again until a day after surgery. We flushed his hospital dinner down the toilet, I walked down to Dyer St and got Taco Bell for us. Made him happy. I fell asleep in the recliner by the bed the staff let me stay the night. His mom lied and told them I was his brother. Bye. Friday Afternoon. Day 5. Ryan is going home today. They did this new experimental x-ray thing on him today with a brand new machine they got at the army hospital called a cat scanner. They said he had a small brain injury but he should recover over time. We got a long list of instructions and things to watch out for. He was not to return to work for three weeks, after that it should be life as normal according to the Army docs. He went to the army hospital because of his dad. They said he cannot drive or ride his bike either until his eyesight is back to normal. I rode in their car when they brought him home. I held his arm over my shoulder and helped him walk into his bedroom. Then I helped him get back into his gym shorts and under the sheets. Seeing him briefly nude didn't do anything for me, I was too busy trying to make certain nothing would happen to him now. I brought my sleeping bag over to his house but after they all went to bed I climbed into Ryan's bed with him. We kissed for a few seconds but he fell asleep in less than one minute, while my tongue was inside his mouth. Bye. Saturday Morning. Day 6. Mom made me come home and resume my normal life today. So we talk by phone about once every four hours. He calls me on a schedule. He's getting his weird sense of humor back slowly. He was drinking 7-Up and belching into the phone. You could hear his mom scold him in the background about being gross. I completely forgot everything I was doing in life. It's like every waking moment is consumed with thinking about Ryan and the image of his pale stomach as he slowly breathed in the ICU bed is burned into my mind. I can't seem to shake that image. It's been in my dreams too. He gets his stitches out Monday. I'll let him pick up the story from there. This is Joey Wilson signing-off. Peace Out! Bye. Monday afternoon. Day 8. Hi. It's Ryan back now. I just got home with my mom from the hospital. They took out my 40+ stitches today. They said my artery and skull are healing okay and I shouldn't have those weird dizzy spells. But I am having a hard time seeing. Like the focus is normal just trying to look at what I'm trying to see is really slow like my eyes need new shock absorbers or something. Otherwise everything else is normal. Oh yeah, this weird eye thing I got going on means no driving or riding, so I am foot powered maybe for the rest of the summer. That pisses me off. I get sick to my stomach easily now if there's too much stuff moving in front of me. When we drove to see the surgeon and neurologist today I had to lay down in the back seat `cause all the moving stuff makes me puke. Joey told me he called Todd and told him. Todd said he would try to get a ride over as soon as possible. I'm not sure if I want my folks meeting him. My dad is bad enough towards Joey and his hair I can't imagine what he'd do if he thought I had two long haired friends. I'm tired again, so I'm gonna lay down on the sofa for a while. Friday Morning. Day 12. I just got out of the shower. My folks are back at work. I was sitting on the sofa with nothing on but a towel around my waist when there was someone pounding on my front door. So I got up and saw this cop car in the peep hole but it was Joey and Todd standing outside in the driveway. Todd said his mom bought an old Texas Rangers cruiser at auction, it had no lights or radios but still had the ranger car paint job. I had them come in. We were all smiles. Joey hugged me and gave me a quick kiss, then I leaned into Todd and we hugged for about ten seconds (I almost cried I was so happy to see him), then Joey and I hugged again just inches from Todd but then we sucked face for a few seconds while Todd watched with a huge smile. Then I put my arms around both of them in this really dumb group hug, but these guys were really my entire world and I still seem to get upset really easily these days. I hate it. Seems like I cry over something stupid every day now. Joey is almost as bad. Before my accident I don't think I ever saw Joey cry. So we went to my bedroom and in all honesty I forgot about only wearing a towel around my waist I was so happy to see real people for a change. I was getting tired of the endless stream of relatives coming over to see the boy that nearly died, but fucking didn't! We all sat on my bed cross legged as if we were on The Ledge but this time I was the only one not appropriately dressed! Todd was great. Still as gorgeous as always, normal for him. Never a hair out of place, great tan, always a smile, always nice things to say, only this time he was actually wearing clothes. After about an hour of telling stories we started to run out of stuff to say, so Joey spoke up. J: "So Ry, Todd brought you a get-well gift, wanna see what it is?" R: "Yeah!" So Todd gets up onto his knees, settles down on my legs, opened my bath towel that I forgot all about and starts sucking my limpish dick. I was more than a little surprised and embarrassed. Joey was next to him rubbing Todd's back and ass over his jeans. Oh yeah another thing I forgot to mention about Todd, he has a perfect little round ass like a ten year old school boy. Todd really went to town on my dick. Which seemed to snap right back to life, really was the first hard-on I got since I fell. Never really thought about it the whole time. There he was working his mouth up and down on my dick in my lap. I put my hands on his head and ran my fingers through his perfect hair kind of messing it up. His hair was so soft I could have spent hours running my fingers through it. After about three minutes I felt this swelling warmth building in my loins as his tongue and lips worked the head of my dick about as well as I ever had with my hand, then a hot blast shot out my dick into his mouth. Todd swallowed every bit of my cum and kept his mouth there another minute after to catch any late drops. Then he got up on his knees with a huge grin, swiped his arm across his mouth. I swear that was like the strongest orgasm I have had in like forever. I actually felt something like a pump running somewhere inside me on that one. My cum felt so hot coming out it almost burned the inside of my dick. Joey got off the bed, got out our pop bottle, we watched as he bottomed-up the whole thing, handed it back to Joey with a loud, "Ahhhh!" And a huge smile to match. We all laughed. T: "Man, you look high or something, you're not looking me in the eyes or somethin's wrong." Then Joey leaned-in and said the same thing. I was looking at their ears or foreheads but really not in their eyes. It all looked sort of normal to me except it took a while to focus on things. I tried to explain it, they eventually got the message that this might be the only long term thing from the fall but it was slowly getting better. Joey told him that I was limited to walking-only for the rest of the summer. So we discussed plans to go camping closer to home for the rest of the summer. Todd wrote down his full name, home phone and address for me. Finally he was more than just a cute guy we met twice in the mountains. He was an actual person! Joey really seemed to like him more now too. They left about an hour later. I took a nap right after they left. I never heard anything from Joey about what they did after they left my place. My mom woke me up for dinner, the rest of the day was our normal stuff. Still haven't heard a peep out of Anna. I went to bed early, still pretty tired. I felt almost like I was stoned a little all the time. Thursday Afternoon. Day 18. We had an appointment to see the neurologist to have an EEG of my brain. It resulted not normal. So we went to the hospital for another of those cat scans of my brain, also not normal. Now they're saying I really did have a stroke, and it was affecting my ability to see. I was scheduled for physical therapy twice a week for the next four weeks to work on my eyesight and balance. Now I was not allowed to go swimming alone either. Dad took my drivers license. And we also found out that dad may have the exact same malformation of the arteries in his neck too, he is scheduled for outpatient surgery in two weeks but he can still drive! Isn't that wonderful, we'll be stuck at home together for almost a week. Well fuck a duck! Now they let me walk to Joey's every Friday by myself. We listen to his stereo and make out then jerk off together and do each other too. He usually shoots first. He is his same old self, but he is much more cautious around me. Like no more sudden wrestling matches and he never tried to fuck me again. Not that I ever complained really. I laid on his bed and Joey laid next to me with his head on my chest just rubbing my stomach, it was really intimate and nice. He was really getting into it. We hardly talked at all. I think we just needed quiet time together. This may sound strange but if we were grown-ups I would suggest we go somewhere and get a hotel room and just lay side by side in bed naked together for 24-48 hours, under the sheets, and not talk much and just be together to get back into harmony with our lives and quiet down our minds. My biggest task lately has been learning to see the traffic before I cross the street. I close one eye and turn my head because I seem to get the best image out of the corner of my eye. It's almost as if the center part of my vision is slowly turning into a big blur of motion and fractured images. It took me about ten minutes just to cross Dyer St. If my mom knew she'd say I couldn't go to Joey's anymore so I never tell them how bad my sight really is. My rehab people know. I probably legally qualify for a white cane right now. Wednesday Afternoon. Day 24. One week until Dad has his operation, but they said his recovery time should be half of mine since he never fell, never had a stroke and is basically as strong as an Amish work horse. They said, in Tuesday, out Thursday, back to work Monday for him. For me they are now saying I can probably forget about most gym class and sports for the foreseeable future. My eyesight is not improving much now, except maybe I don't get nauseated trying to watch moving stuff like I used to but I still have a really hard time tracking stuff. The doctor said I am lucky I didn't go totally blind. Mom informed me I was officially off the payroll (fired) at Taco Bell. They all pitched-in and gave me a $55 dollar set of Taco Bell gift coupons and promised me red carpet service the rest of the summer. I can't read the menu board there anymore. They tried to show me a photo of the huge blood puddle with drag marks on the kitchen floor after the ambulance crew took me away. It looked like a murder scene. I held it off to the side of my head to try to see it out of the corner of my eye. It looked surreal. After much complaining and begging Mom got me a skateboard. I started learning how to use it on the trip to Joey's place on Friday. Friday Morning. Day 26. It took me 45 minutes but I made it to Joey's on my skateboard today. I got there around 9am. I am learning to use my hearing as well as vision to tell if traffic is coming. Nobody answered the door so I went around back and went in through the kitchen door. The boy was still sawing logs in bed! He was wearing his old gym shorts, laying on the bottom sheet mouth open, drool. Hair all over the place. Boner. Needing a shave. I knelt there staring at his wonderful face, checked out his bellybutton, also full of lint or cheese or something. His arms blocked my view of his tits, which are also nice to touch and lick. So I decided to very slowly slide my hand down his shorts and gently grab his dick. I could feel his dick muscles twitch every once in a while, then he started to wake-up. First he stretched and ran his hand down to his shorts and encountered the strange hand in his pants. He lit right up, opened his eyes and then laid back on his back with a huge smile for me, my hand still gently grasping his morning boner. Suddenly he got up and ran down the hallway, I could hear the toilet seat slam up and a huge stream of piss into the toilet, followed by a flush, the sink water ran, tooth brushing, hair combing, and after a few minutes he returned a new man, still with a tent pole in his shorts. He climbed back into his spot on the bed on his back with me still on my knees next to the bed. I laid my arm on the mattress and my chin on my arm, with the other arm on his belly with my fingers exploring him from his nipples to his bellybutton to his wonderful dick. He wiggled over a bit so he was really close by, then I could lay my head on his stomach and took his dick into my mouth and slowly sucked an orgasm from his balls. He laid there with his hands gently on my head messing up my now much longer hair - since the folks let me grow it out because of the shaved spots from the stitches and EEG wire spots too. My hair looked like I had cheetah spots. A cheetah that recently had 40+ stitches in three spots on his head. I swallowed some water from our bottle and went back to his body to suckle on his wonderful nipples. I even tongue fucked his bellybutton briefly. Then I stripped off my clothes and climbed into bed next to him where we spooned and fell asleep for about an hour. Around 11:30am we very quietly slipped nude into the pool without making any splashes or sounds. We hugged and kissed above and below the water for about a half hour. I could feel his dick poking me in the stomach the whole time, so I turned around and grabbed his boner pulling it towards my butt cheeks, slid it up and down in my crack. Joey got the hint, he slowly slid himself inside me and gently fucked me from behind in the deep end of the pool. I faced the wall, he floated behind me holding my shoulders or hanging from the bottom of their pool slide above us. For the third time he came inside me, first time I asked. Once again he picked me up like his new bride and carried me dripping wet into the house, put me on my feet in his room, walked to the bathroom and returned with a towel. He spread the towel on the bed then had me lay on my back on it. He went to his dresser drawer, dug out the jar of lube, lubed up himself between his butt cheeks. I got rock hard watching that show. He came over to the bed, climbed over me, straddling my waist, reached behind and guided my dick inside him and slowly settled down on top of me, then laid forward into a push-up position. Because of the height difference between us about the best I could do with him was to suck on one of his nipples as best I could while he rode my boner. It didn't take me long. I came in him and was getting tired. He climbed off leaning back over to suck tongue for a while then he worked on one of my nipples too. By 2 PM I was dressed and demonstrating my new wheels on the patio by the pool. It was getting too hot so I headed for home. We kissed in the hallway for about three minutes then I skated home, which is about the only thing in my life that was slowly getting better. Later on, by the time my dad had recovered from his surgery and got back to work I was getting pretty fast on the skateboard and was making much better time to Joey's than I ever did walking and jogging. My mom says my color is better and so is my attitude at home. I still have a really hard time seeing stuff. The picture just keeps moving side to side whenever I try to read and it's getting darker in the center. Luckily school is still almost a month away. I called Joey the other day from my kitchen when my parents weren't home. I started crying and told him I love him, he started crying and said he loved me too. We sat there on the phone crying to each other just saying that we loved each other over and over. We're so gay! August 10th. 1975. Five weeks later. School starts in three weeks just after Labor Day weekend. I can hardly wait. I am surprised I actually said that! I can't read any more. I can see the TV a little but it is like watching a TV on a rolling cart on a badly rolling boat and the brightness is turned way down. So I managed to get my parents to get me a simple AM/FM stereo radio for my room with a tape recorder built-in. Joey is making me some mix tapes. I'm still in therapy two times a week, one hour each session. One brilliant guy at the rehab place suggested I wear an eye patch and try reading with one eye. It did improve it a lot to the point where I might actually be able to watch TV or go to the movies or maybe even see the blackboard. But book reading is a total fail for now. My dad recovered from his operation and went right back to work. Of course he owns the company so who's gonna stop him? Joey and his mom bought me an eye patch from the toy store from a kids pirate costume set and painted the neatest skull and crossbones over it to take to school next month. My mom has been talking to school about special-ed for me. This throws off all my college plans, actually it throws off all my dad's college plans for me. And that's the truth! What she's told me so far is nothing short of a total change in my school life. I might not even be able to go to Parkland in September, I might end up taking the short bus to a special facility for blind kids or something. I'm not sure exactly what will happen yet but all I know is lawyers and the school board are involved and they're trying their hardest to get me to graduate with my class and over to UTEP in thirteen months. HAL-LAY-FUCKING-LOO-YAH! Tuesday Sept 9, 1975 School is in session. Parkland High is open for business! In homeroom everyone is asking about my medical stuff, I lay all the blame right on my father for passing along defective plumbing to me and him. Now everyone at school that never even knew I had a father, now all think he's some sort of devious genetic freak! I love it! My advisor asked me to stand up and explain to everyone what happened but when I started to tell them the truth I got teary eyed when I admitted to the class that I could hardly see any of them anymore. The room got really quiet, I think some of them started to cry from what I could hear. I have to sit in front for every class. No books, except for math where they found a large print version of our current textbook so I gotta use my eye patch. I can write just fine but I cannot see to correct it afterwards. After lunch I go by short bus to the other school down by the Army base for two hours of rehab and tutoring. Then it drops me off in front of my house. This is my new life. Joey and got the idea to make up covert hand signals for school. Like nobody knows we do it. We got gestures for things like; I love you, I'm tired, I'm horny, fuck-off (you can probably guess what gesture that one is), and just plain old Hi. Between periods when there's hundreds of kids roaming the hallways I have a hard time picking him out of the crowd now. We gotta work on that one. I suggested a bright red cap, he suggested I stick it up my ass first! Friday November 21, 1975 The last day of the semester. School closes today for Thanksgiving. I got my report card but I can't read it. I think it's all B's this time, the worst one in my life. I was devastated. I did get one A in math thank God for the big print textbook. My parents are mad as hell at the school and are threatening to file suit. This is so messed-up. The only bright spot in my life these days is Joey. I have become so dependent on him and he is so protective and patient with me. Every time we're alone together it seems I just want to hold him, bury my face in his chest and cry. He holds me tight and just takes it all in and rubs my head and kisses me softly. We've really gotten close. Kids at school are starting to call us fags, but I don't really care. I just want high school to be over and to get back my old life. Tuesday December 9th 1975. There was another big meeting with my parents, our lawyer, my doctor, the rehab people, and the school board. They decided to take me out of Parkland High totally and I was to ride the short bus to the rehab school four days a week. So the good part is now I have a three day weekend every week. I'd rather have my old life back. My parents got one of those new expensive wireless phones and put it in my room. That was my only connection with the life I used to have until my dad's genetics kicked-in and totally fucked up my life. Asshole! **Friday February 13, 1976. A day that will live in infamy. End of the semester. I got my report card. All totally fucking letter A's!!! I was totally rocking at the new school! Same classes and material as Parkland really, just in a form I could actually learn from now. My dad signed my report card with a big smile then a funny look on his face, something was up. My heart sank. My parents told me at dinner tonight that there were a few really important things they needed to tell me, I swallowed deeply and prepared for bad news. My heart was pounding `cause the last time I was talked to like this was when they told me my grandfather died. First my mom told me they got a letter from the school board they are redacting my previous Parkland report card and changing it retroactively to a 3.9 GPA like it had been every semester before my stroke. Mom then told me they sued Taco Bell for unsafe working conditions, they settled out of court. You'll never find a ladder inside a Taco Bell again. I had no idea it was going on behind the scenes this whole time. They never told me. That explains why I got fired! Then dad told me Taco Bell was paying my medical bills, college tuition, room and board. All pre-paid, four years! For the first time in a decade I started to cry in front of my parents. I couldn't think of anything to say. My dad actually started to cry too. He tried to reach for my hand across the kitchen table with tears pouring down his face. Then he stood up and walked around the kitchen table grabbed me by the arm, pulled me up and held me and told me he was sorry and that he loved me. I could feel his tears hitting the top of my head. My mom started crying too, and we had this huge group hug then later we got in his car and went to Dairy Queen. When I got home I went right to my room and called Joey. I told him everything they told me. I could barely talk. I was crying again repeating the whole story. He cried with me on the phone. I spent the next few minutes repeating to him, "I love you so much!" When I told him the part about tuition all he could say was, "Holy shit!" My ear got sore we were on the phone for hours I think. Who knew a Friday the 13th could be so good. I seriously toned down my anger towards my dad after that. I'll remember today for the rest of my life. Friday June 11, 1976 It was graduation day at Parkland High School. The ceremony was on the stage in the gymnasium. The place was packed with relatives and other family of the graduating class of about 210 students. We were all supposed to walk across the stage, shake the hand of the Dean and accept our certificate. The principal told the audience to please not yell or cheer for students until the end, because it would slow the program down. We would all pose at the end for one group photo and the chance for families to shout, whistle and cheer, but when I stood up to walk across the stage the entire room rose to their feet and start cheering. Despite my accident I still graduated Parkland with a 3.92 GPA. They took a roll of masking tape and laid a white line on the stage floor for me to follow to accept my diploma from the dean of students and not wander off course. I was accepted into the University of Texas at El Paso as a math major, full time, in the dorms! My dad actually smiled and shook Joey's hand today. Joey's mom bought him a 1970 VW Beetle, his first car. He got a transfer to a NAPA store on the west side over by UTEP. We're getting an apartment together in December. He's planning on starting at the community college in January as a Physical Rehab Therapist. It should take him two to three years to complete. He still needs to take high school algebra `again' enough to get a B- to stay in the program. I'm tutoring him this time. I moved into the UTEP dorms during the summer for special classes for newly blind kids, there's four of us. We have to learn to use the special display hardware and how to get around campus before school starts. Now that we're on the West side of town we actually see lots more of Todd. He's still at home, still not wearing any clothes. He should graduate, still home schooled with his GED and his perfect hair this summer when he can schedule the test. He comes to campus about twice a month in his mom's old police cruiser which totally freaks out the kids in my dorm. He loves it. With my eyesight like it is we never went back to The Ledge so we took up camping at the Levee right near where he lives near Canutillo, TX. We also found this KOA campground where the ground is flat just north of Las Cruces where we go sometimes too. Todd still says he wants to open a music store in San Diego someday. And one day after a night at the Levee, he did take Joey and me to his home to show us the huge garden in their backyard. I never met his parents. Todd is a great guy. Joey and I really have taken him into our hearts, not because he's drop dead gorgeous with his perfect hair and flawless skin and perfect body and perfect tan and perfect ass and perfect nipples, but because he is really a very wonderful person. About every time we get together now to go camping we all get naked and fuck or suck each other off and stuff. I have grown to appreciate how much nicer it is to suck a four inch boner than Joey's snake-like eight incher. Todd still has those amazing cum shots. One time he had us stand up side by side, jerked off in front of us and sprayed cum all over our bodies. He was like a freaking firehose. He said he held his cum for six days for that shot. We swam in the Rio Grande at the Levee after that and rinsed it all off. I swear I could still spend all evening playing gently with his big nipples. He loves the attention. Oh yeah and I gotta say that it did look like he did get a little bigger in the boner department too, not much but he's at least four and a half inches now. I'm five and Joey is a skinny eight and a quarter. Todd admitted to cutting off his pubes, says they make him itchy. I think he also shaves his armpits. We pitch one large tent, make a small campfire and the guys play their acoustic guitars and we sing like stoned people. We even started to attract crowds to our little concerts on the banks of the muddy nasty Rio Grande. When we get into the tent we sort of lay side by side usually with Joey's boner up in me from behind and Todd in front so I can massage his chest and later on jerk him off. Sometimes Joey will lay behind me for an hour with his boner in me and never move a muscle so we can just lay there joined, spooning. Not every time but sometimes we take turns sucking face with Todd too. We found out later on that he really likes being fucked so we both do him. Early the next morning when we crawl out of the tent sometimes he squats down by us and farts/shits a totally white little turd of coagulated cum before he puts on his underwear. He still doesn't care who else sees him naked at our camp sites on the levee. Having Todd along with us in town or on campus is like amazing. He's like a magnet for chicks and gay boys. We deal with the ladies and have gotten to know the entire underground gay culture on the UTEP campus. And let me tell you that out here in West Texas, the gays gotta stay underground. Maybe someday that will change. Monday September 13, 1976 School is open. I am in special access classes at UTEP. I am living in the dorms. My roomie is blind, like we're talking white-cane blind. I am now legally blind. I'll never get a drivers license again. I can sort of see movies with the eye patch on. Classes are going good. I am making plans to move off campus into subsidized housing, me and Joey in December only four blocks from school. We just put a deposit on our new first apartment. In October I came out to my mom. She said she figured out I was gay in 7th grade, but thanks for the official notice anyway. Her final word of advice was to not discuss it with my father, she said he also knows about me and Joey and is willing to be tolerant. My parents are really warming up to Joey, and even met Todd once. Dad never spoke to him but did smile and shake his hand. Not warming up to Todd takes a great degree of self control I think Dad faked that. I think he actually really liked Todd, mom did. December 1978 Joey and I have been together in our apartment for years now. Everything is fine. He's working at a rehab clinic here on the west side at the hospital just south of campus. My grades are all A's. We're invited to my folks house for Christmas this year, first time. I think my folks have accepted not getting grandchildren from me. Dad actually really likes Joey now and picked out his Christmas gift, a skateboard and frisbee. Mom got me a set of decent Advent speakers for my stereo. Todd came down for three days just before the holiday. I think he spent one entire day wearing nothing around the apartment. He gave us an autographed copy of Mars Hotel, signed by Jerry Garcia for Christmas. We gave him about nine ounces of semen over three days. Todd never seems to get enough boner up in him. He is a total bottom. We shot a roll of film of that weekend but can't get it developed anywhere! I might ask a friend from school to do it in the schools photo lab. Joey got me a folding white cane but I never took it out of the box. Best I can describe my eyesight now is to take some glasses and cover the lenses with aluminum foil and put them on. I can see around the edges but the middle is bright blurry and mostly not worth looking at. I rely on hearing now. I did see parts of Star Wars but I had to turn my head sideways to see parts of the screen. We've gone to see the Rocky Horror Picture Show about four times now near downtown El Paso. Friday May 23, 1980 I graduated from UTEP with honors. Bachelors Degree in Mathematics. I was offered a job on campus in the computing department and as a part-time teacher. I'm thinking about continuing towards my Masters Degree with free tuition as an employee. Joey is graduating next week from El Paso Community College with an Associates in Physical Therapy. I think we both know why he picked that degree. Just before graduation we moved to a nicer apartment up higher on the west side of the Franklin Mountains. We got a place with a view of the sunset. We can almost see into Arizona from our place. It's a pain to get to when it snows here. We gave up on ever hearing from Anna again. After he passed the GED with 99% correct, Todd moved in with his older sister in Las Cruces and got a job working at a music store, he teaches kids to play guitar for cash too. We see him on a regular schedule, first Sunday of each month. We all still fuck each other and love it. He seems so happy these days. Always with that infectious smile, always has good news and nice things to say. And he always brings his guitar too. What at first looked like it was the end of my life turned out to be a whole new beginning. I deeply love my boyfriend, my extended gay family and my life today. I don't think it could be much better. We are truly blessed. This is Ryan Green signing-off for now. Thanks for listening to our story. Hang on a second, I'll hand the phone to Joey. Hey man, this is Joey. Thanks for listening. Peace-out. Bye. The end. Written by Boris Chen. Thanks for reading and to everyone that took the time to write. borischen at webs dot com Please note: Just a reminder, the part of this story about a person being injured at work at a Taco Bell is totally made-up, it never happened. Also, this story will be re-released later in 2012 with some changes, most notably that all the characters will be high school seniors and all 18 years or older and the entire story will take place starting in their senior high school year. This will be done to make it acceptable to the release standards of most online ebook sites. Continuity errors will also be fixed.