Date: Sun, 8 May 2005 00:35:04 EDT
From: USOCK@aol.com
Subject: Wheeler's Love -- Chapter 7

I awoke to a scream, and Wheeler was crouched in the corner
of the room shouting,

"NO! NO!... PLEASE STOP!... NOOOO!... PLEASE... STOP!"

He was using his arms to cover his head as if someone was
savagely beating him. I jumped from the bed and ran over
and grabbed him and held him close. It was no easy task as,
in his nightmare, he was trying to fight me off.

I yelled, "It's me... Lloyd! Wheeler, it's me, Lloyd! Wake
up!"

He slumped down, and at first a dazed, puzzled expression
emerged from his fear-filled face. Then he began to sob,

"Oh... I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Lloyd."

I held him tightly in my arms, with his head pressed to my
breast, and gently stroked his hair.

"I'm here, babe. I'm here, and no one is going to hurt you
ever again."

In the main house, John was sitting up in bed and had
turned on the intercom when he heard the noise. He listened
as the screaming stopped and heard Wheeler crying about how
sorry he was. John listened as Lloyd comforted him, and
then he flipped the intercom switch off and lay back down.
Although there were tears in his eyes for this dear boy,
there was also a smile on his face -- knowing that at last
Wheeler was safe right where he was... in the arms of the boy
who loved him beyond all measure.


Chapter Seven

I awoke with the light from the window coming through the
curtains right into my face. I had to smile as I thought I
would have to ask Wheeler if we could move the bed. When I
looked over, he looked so peacefully laying there spooning
up in front of me with my cock resting in his tight crack
and my hand resting over his midsection holding on to his
sizeable morning wood. Wheeler stirred, and when he
realized where he was, and what had happened, his first
reaction was to sob. I could feel him shudder, and I only
held him closer to me. I knew I had to say something.

"Babe, I don't care what has happened in the past, but now
that I'm here, don't think for a minute that I would think
less of you."

He rolled over slowly and said, "I'm so sorry about that."

I leaned in and kissed him so gently and said, "About
what?"

He smiled and then made a face. "Ugh! Morning breath."

"Tell me about it," I shot back with a grin.

He rolled to the edge of the bed and took off across the
room toward the bathroom. The best-looking ass I have ever
seen was right there. He stopped at the door and looked
over his shoulder, smiled, and said

"Coming?"

I didn't hesitate another second. I was up and running to
the bathroom myself.

.....

Meanwhile, in the upstairs bedroom of the house behind the
Simpsons', sixteen-year-old Ritchie Noonan was pounding all
of his six and a half-inch fat cock into the completely
hairless tight ass of his teen lover, sixteen-year-old
Glenn Newman. Glenn was lying on his stomach with a pillow
under his groin and with Ritchie's arms under his chest --
holding onto his shoulders. Glenn was moaning to his
friend, "Harder. Fuck me harder."

Ritchie was doing just that. He could feel the telltale
signs of the rising of his juice boiling up in his balls.
He knew he would not last much longer and was driving to
get every inch in as far as he could. When the first spasms
hit, he froze momentarily to bottom out... and then slowly
continued pumping until all seven shots were as deep as he
could get them to go.

At the same time, Glenn was cumming with his own seven
shots feeling his ass ring
tightening around the teen's invading cock. He loved it.

After Ritchie collapsed on Glenn's back, he whispered in
his ear,

"That was one of the best yet."

Rolling his friend over, he leaned down to suck up the
juice that Glenn had deposited on the towel that was
covering the pillow. Glenn laughed when Ritchie crawled up
the bed. The look on Ritchie's face confirmed that he had
no idea that there was a drop hanging from the end of his
nose. Glenn leaned into him and licked the drop from his
nose and laughed.

'You missed me."

That sent both of them off on a bout of laughing that
lasted for a few minutes... until
Glenn could finally speak.

"We'd better get cleaned up. Four times in one night leaves
a pretty big mess, and I think I stink."

"No, you smell good to me," sighed Ritchie.

Both of them climbed from the bed and started to the
shower, and Ritchie asked Glenn,

"Remind me not to forget to pick up all these rubber
packages. My mom would freak if she found them."

"Well, at least she knows that you play safe."

As the two teenaged boys closed the bathroom door, Ritchie
grabbed his friend.

"It's hard to believe that we've been together for three
years now. And no one has ever caught on to a thing."

 "That's because we're careful, and I think we should keep
it that way. I don't think there's anybody else in school
like us. I don't have much of a 'gaydar', as they call it,
but I don't think I could tell if I did. All I know is I
found you, and you found me, and that's all that matters."

"Yes, Glenn, and I don't plan on losing you ever. What time
is your swim practice?"

"9:30. We've got some time."

.....

As they showered, things back at Wheeler's were winding
down. Lloyd was dressed and still holding on to Wheeler as
he was explaining that he had to be going soon for swim
practice.

"You want some breakfast?"

Lloyd reached down and grabbed his crotch.

"Nope. I already had dessert, and I almost never eat before
swimming," he said with a devilish smile.

Wheeler and Lloyd walked down the stairs and out the side
entrance to the apartment. Both looked left and right up
the sides of the building to make sure that no one was
there. Seeing as there was an eight-foot privacy fence
between the houses, they both grabbed each other at the
same time and kissed like it was the last they would see of
each other.

What they could not see was Ritchie and Glenn in the window
upstairs of the house behind them. Both were holding on to
each other and looking out at the sun coming over the hill.
And both, noticing the movement below, looked down.

"Oh my God!" they said at the same time.

"Glenn... that's the new kid, Wheeler, and the other one sure
looks like Lloyd Patterson."

"I don't know the new kid, but that's Lloyd Patterson
alright."

"Hmmm... I guess this changes thing somewhat."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, now I think we know someone else who's like us,"
Richie laughed.

What Ritchie didn't know is that Glenn had always thought
that Lloyd was hot. But he also knew that he was in love
with Ritchie, so there was nothing really there... only deep
admiration.

.....

Wheeler and Lloyd broke apart.

"See you later, lover," Lloyd almost whispered.

Wheeler could only smile and reply, "Until later, my love."

Lloyd knew right then that he was in love. He smiled. "Till
later, my love."

As Wheeler turned to return to the stairs, he couldn't get
over the fact that he had found someone that he could
really love. He wanted to be loved and cared about. Knowing
that there were now at least three people who loved and
cared for him left him feeling almost high as he returned
to the upstairs.

Lloyd turned at the corner to look back toward Wheeler, and
he thought he saw something in the window behind the
Simpson house. But it was too far away for him to be sure.
He never gave it another thought.

Wheeler opened the window to air out the room and proceeded
down to the main house to search for food. He was as hungry
as he had ever been. He wondered if it was just the teen
boy in him or was it the lovemaking that had driven his
appetite up. When he got to the kitchen, John Simpson was
sitting at the table -- coffee cup in hand -- as he read
the morning paper.

Carol was just starting more pancakes on the stove. She
turned and looked at Wheeler when he entered the room.

"Is Lloyd with you?" she asked.

"No, Aunt Carol. He has swim practice this morning. He's
already gone home to change and go."

Wheeler sat down next to his uncle. John looked over at
Wheeler, smiled and then leaned over and whispered to
Wheeler, "After breakfast, we need to have a little chat."

Wheeler looked horrified, but John just smiled at him, and
that made him feel a little bit better about having to talk
to his uncle later.

After breakfast, John filled his coffee cup and motioned to
Wheeler to follow him. As Wheeler followed him into the
study, John waited by the door till he was in and slowly
closed the door behind him. Now Wheeler was really worried.
What was going on?

John Simpson sat down on the small couch and motioned
Wheeler to have a seat on the love seat. John started by
saying, "Last night I heard you screaming, and I turned on
the intercom."

Wheeler was ashamed and looked right down to the floor as
John continued.

"Wheeler, I heard what was going on. I know that Lloyd was
trying to calm you down. I also heard what you said to him,
and I wanted you to know that there's nothing that's your
fault. I know what you've been going through and how that's
affected you. It's normal for what's happened to you, and I
just wanted you to know that I'm happy that he was there
last night to help you. I really believe he cares very
deeply for you. You have a very special person there, and
I'm glad that you understand that."

Wheeler could not remember ever feeling like this before.
Here was his uncle doing what he thought his own father
should be doing... trying to help and understand his
feelings. And deep down inside, he was very thankful for
Lloyd, and for his aunt and uncle as well.  What they had
done for him had surely saved his life.

Lloyd first went home to change and then rode his bike to
the pool for swim practice. He entered the pool locker room
and began changing into his Speedo. Then... just as he was
about to drop his jockey boxers down, Glenn Newman walked
up and sat down -- opening the locker right next to
Lloyd's.

This made Lloyd stop and look around at him. He had never
really talked that much to Glenn and never really hung
around with him. I mean... this locker room is rather
large. Why was he all of a sudden deciding to get the
locker next to his?

Sure, he had to admit to himself... in the past, he had taken
the time to look at Glenn whenever they both happened to be
in the shower room together. Glenn was a nice looking kid
with blond hair, about 5' 9", 145, and had a nice chest and
strong legs for a guy his age. Lloyd had always wondered
where he got a cock like that on such a small frame. It was
just under his own 7-3/4 inches and, with the nice shaft,
looked almost
perfect. He remembered that Glenn once was very hard in the
shower.

Glenn looked at Lloyd and said, "Hey Lloyd, do anything
interesting last night?"

"No, nothing special," Lloyd responded. "Why do you ask?"

"No reason. There was a great looking sunrise this morning,
wasn't there?"

"Yeah, I guess so," said Lloyd... wondering where this
conversation was going.

"Almost the perfect sunrise for two lovers to be hugging
and kissing. Don't ya think?"

Now Lloyd was getting a little uncomfortable.

"Umm... I guess so."

Glenn leaned towards Lloyd and whispered, "Maybe we should
talk later... someplace more private and alone."

Now Lloyd was really starting to become afraid.

.....

As John and Wheeler were finishing their conversation, the
doorbell rang. Carol went to see who it was, and when she
opened the door, there stood Ritchie Noonan with a smile
and a polite good morning. Ritchie asked Carol if Wheeler
was around.

"Yes, he is. Hold on just a minute."

She knocked on the study door just as John opened it to
leave. She told Wheeler that Ritchie Noonan was here t see
him. Wheeler walked to the door.

"Hi, Ritchie. Good morning."

"Hey, Wheeler. I thought I'd stop by and see how things
are."

They went outside to talk and sat on the lawn chairs on the
front porch.

Wheeler began, "I didn't know you lived around here."

"Oh yeah... right behind you."

"That's cool."

"Yes... I see you're living in the apartment above the
garage. Wish I had my own room away from my 'rents."

Wheeler said, "Yep. I love it up there... so much freedom

"Yeah, bet it's cool."

"Would you like to see it

"Sure," replied Ritchie.

So they went around to the side of the garage. Ritchie
stopped at the door and said, "Wow... imagine that."

Wheeler stopped and replied, "What?"

"Well, you can see my bedroom window right up there."

The blood dropped from Wheeler's face as he looked up
towards the window. He realized that what he and Lloyd had
done that morning was in full view of the window.

"I think we need to talk more privately," said Ritchie.
"Let's go inside."