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There were a lot of good times like the one at Buster's house that December night, but nothing quite compared to that one. It was the only time we ever had all those boys together at once and as years passed some of them moved on to other things and other friends and even other places, but we never forgot them or that wonderful December night.
Buster and I were 14 that year, the year our whole world almost fell apart and it still hurts to talk about it, but I think it's important to talk about the bad as well as the good because that's how the world really is. It was summer, August to be exact. We would be going back to school in a few weeks and we were trying to enjoy what was left of our summer vacation. I was at Buster's and for once we weren't doing anything sexual. In fact we were helping Buster's dad paint the basement game room, the same room that held all those crazy and wonderful memories of the night when 10 boys let loose. I had been feeling strange all day and thought maybe I was getting sick or overheated or something, but I didn't really feel bad, just strange. I had felt that way a few times before but I didn't connect with what it was I was feeling until later.
The more I painted the stranger I felt and for a minute I thought maybe it was the paint fumes, then it hit me. They say twins can feel each others thoughts and feelings over long distances and even though Joey and I weren't twins we were still that close. The strange feeling I had been having all afternoon was an alarm telling me my baby brother needed me. When I finally realized what was happening I threw down my paint brush muttered something like "Excuse me, I gotta go," and bounded up those stairs two at a time. I grabbed my bike and started for home just as Buster caught up with me.
"What is it? What's wrong?" he yelled sounding scared, but not half as scared as I was. I saw him head for the garage no doubt to get his bike then I was head down and riding like the wind.
The knot in my stomach had me almost doubled over and I was crying even thought I didn't know why...yet. All I knew was that my brother needed me and I would get there or die trying.
I sensed what I'd find long before I rounded the corner and saw the ambulance and police cars in front of our house and I knew what I'd find when I got there. I threw my bike down and ran the last 20 yards and there behind a grey Honda civic lay my little brother in a heap of blood and confusion.
I nearly passed out from the sight of him laying there looking so small and helpless while three para-medics worked on him. Some guy I had never seen before, the driver I guessed, looked pale and was crying while trying to talk to a policeman. I didn't know his name then, or even think about him but he would soon turn out to be a very important part of our lives after that day.
A cop tried to stop me, but I was determined to be with my little brother no matter what and once he saw that there was no stopping me he basically escorted me to Joey's side and put his hand on my shoulder as if to comfort me.
"He your little brother?" the cop asked sounding as upset as I felt.
I couldn't speak, so I nodded. I knelt down and looked at Joey's broken mangled body and huge sobs racked my body as the cop held me to keep me from collapsing. I was barely aware when my dad pulled me up and into his arms and kissed my head. He was crying too and then my mom was there and finally Buster and I collapsed into Buster's strong safe arms.
He was crying too, but more for me than for Joey. Don't get me wrong, Buster loved Joey as much as I did, but he loved me more and he knew I'd die too if Joey did. I watched with detached horror as they intubated my little brother and started an IV. They field dressed his wounds and splinted his legs and arms and put him on a backboard for transport. I was determined that I would ride with him to the hospital in that ambulance and even though it was totally unheard of, no one tried to stop me.
I sat by Joey's side holding his hand and staring down at his cute bruised and abraded face and hating myself for not listening to that alarm going off in my head earlier and saving my baby brother from all this pain. It was easier to blame myself than Joey even though later I found out he had ran out in front of the guy in the grey car and the guy didn't have a chance to stop.
That ride only took 7 minutes, but to me it was the longest ride of my life. Not knowing if Joey was even still alive, I followed the gurney out and into the hospital but this time I wasn't allowed to stay with him. They rushed him into a cubicle and closed the curtain just as my folks and Buster caught up with us.
I rushed into Buster's arms ignoring my parents, but I don't think they took offense, they were in shock and clinging to each other for support and probably glad they didn't have to comfort me at that moment.
A nurse came looking for them and they followed her to the back and Buster and I were all alone for a while. We sat and held hands, then stood and hugged, then paced back and forth and still my parents didn't come back. Eventually Buster's parents arrived and then Buster lost it.
I mean he had seemed reasonably calm through all of it so far, but when he saw his parents come in he cried like a baby and ran to his mom and buried his face in her neck and forgot all about me for a few minutes. He told me later he was really sorry but that he thought Joey was already dead and he just knew I'd die too and he needed someone to make everything alright again. I guess that's kid stuff, wanting your parents to make things right, but you know you never really outgrow that feeling, well at least I never have, and I understood how Buster felt even if I felt a little abandoned at the time.
My dad finally wandered back out looking like the living dead and it was all he could do not to cry as he gave us the news.
"Two broken ribs, a broken arm and a leg, cuts, bruises, possible internal injuries and they're not sure about brain damage yet, but they are hopeful," he said almost without emotion. My dad is a strong man, but this was his baby boy he was talking about and he had to keep control or he'd go crazy and he knew it.
I listened with one ear and then I saw the room start to spin and someone caught me before I hit the floor. I found out later it was my hero Buster who made a mad dash across the floor and swooped me up in his strong arms and sat me down on the nearest couch. My dad yelled at a nurse and she rushed over and knelt down before me and checked me out before telling my dad to bring me to the back.
They put me in the cubicle next to Joey's and even though I was half out of it I could see all the activity as nurses and doctors came and went. I learned later that they were stabilizing him and preparing him for ex rays and a cat scan and who knows what else. All I knew right then that he was still alive, my brother radar or whatever you want to call it told me that much, but the signal was weak and fading and I didn't know what I would do if it faded out completely.
They gave me something to calm me down. It was almost like that time at Buster's when I collapsed, except this time I couldn't afford the luxury of being unconscious. Joey needed me and I had to buck up and be strong. I started mentally reaching out to him and the signal got stronger. I was encouraged and I tried harder. I forgot all about my own discomfort and sent all the strength I had to my baby brother. I was rewarded by a weak but very clear picture of him in my head. Was he sending a signal out to me too?
I know scientists and doctors will say I'm making this all up or that it's all in my head, but I tell you I could feel my brother fighting to stay alive and I knew that as long as I was connected to him he would make it.
Only problem now was to convince someone, anyone who could make that happen. No way could I leave him until he was over the hump, but I didn't know how to make them understand.
I knew when they moved Joey, not just because of all the obvious noise and confusion, but because the signal in my brain got weaker. It scared me at first, then when I realized it was only distance that had made the signal weaker I knew for sure that I had to be near my little brother if he was gonna make it through this.
I mustered all my strength and managed to convince the doctor that I as okay and that they could let me go. My mom and dad seemed relieved that they weren't loosing both their sons and I decided this was the best time to tell them about my connection to Joey.
We sat in the waiting room outside the ICU on a tan pleather couch as I filled them in on what I had discovered previously about mine and Joey's connection and what I had discovered since his accident. My parents are two of the smartest and most open-minded people I know and it didn't take much convincing to get them on my side. Now if we could just convince the doctors and nurses.
We were lucky though, Joey's neurologist was Dr. Sarin who was from India where such things were widely accepted and we had no trouble convincing him of the seriousness of my staying close to my brother. We were also fortunate that on his floor Dr. Sarin ruled with an iron hand and once he told the nurses and other doctors that I was to be allowed near my brother, we never had one minute of grief from any of them. In fact the nurses were very sweet and accommodating, often bringing me food or finding time to chat with me or just give me words of encouragement. I slept either in Joey's room or in an empty room nearby, but I was never more than a few feet away the whole time.
You are probably wondering where Jason was during all this. See him and Joey had been having some problems lately. Part of the problem was Joe, it was obvious that Joe wanted Joey back exclusively but Joey loved both Joe and Jason and he didn't want to hurt either of them. So Jason finally put down an ultimatum saying it was either him or Joe, that Joey had to make a choice, and then he went on vacation to Europe with his folks while Joey made up his mind.
By the time we reached Jason, Joey had been in the hospital three days and when his folks learned the news they cut their vacation short and booked the next flight back. They arrived just in time to hear the news about Joey's injuries.
Besides his fractured leg and broken arm and countless abrasions and bruises his spleen had to be removed but that fortunately was the extent of his internal injuries. The thing that worried us most was the head injury. Though the cat scan and other tests were encouraging, he still remained in a coma and only when he awakened from it would we know the full extent of his brain injury. And so I began my vigil, sleeping, eating, and showering as close to my little brother as I could stay. Jason or Buster spelled me while I took care of my bodily functions or went down to the cafeteria for a quick bite to eat, but my appetite sucked and eventually I began to loose weight.
I sat with him every day, softly singing to him or talking to him as I held his small hand in mine and often I cried on his chest and kissed his sweet face as I prayed for God to take me and spare my baby brother. Remembering how much Joey had liked me touching his feet after a while I began to include foot rubs as part of my daily ritual and was rewarded by a strong sense of well being emanating from my little brother via our brother radar.
One day as I as rubbing his feet I was suddenly overwhelmed with grief and began kissing his foot as tears ran down my cheeks and I sobbed softly. Ellen, one of the head nurses, happened in about then, took one look at me, and was by my side holding me and comforting me even as I tried to comfort Joey. She had always been especially nice to both me and Buster and I think she sensed that Buster and I were more than friends but I could see in her eyes that she accepted our relationship and approved of it. She often joked about leaving the two of us alone and winked when she saw the two of us holding hands or cuddling as we often did in an attempt to seek solace from one another.
"He's going to be fine, you know that don't you?" she cooed, "As long as he has you he will make it through. I have never seen two brothers as close as you two are and when I walked in and saw you kissing his foot, why that had to be the sweetest thing I have ever seen in my life."
"You..you won't tell anyone...I mean it's kind of weird," I sniffed, I was already talked about enough on the floor, I didn't need more ammo given to the gossipers.
"It's not weird, it's sweet, but it will be our little secret. You know I believe he can feel your touch even if he can't register it, and it helps to keep him grounded in this world. I wish more people would do what you are doing, you are Joey's connection with life and as long as he has that he will come back to us."
On one of my trips to the cafeteria I noticed a young guy staring intently at me as if he knew me. He looked to be in his early twenties but he hadn't shaved in a day or two and looked disheveled as if he had slept in his clothes for a few nights. I decided he must have someone in the hospital clinging to life and like me he was there for support.
I got a cup of hot chocolate and a piece of apple pie and sat down at a table facing the glassed in gardens where a few patients were strolling or sitting in the controlled environment of the enclosed garden.
I caught movement out of the corner of my eye and when I turned the guy who had been watching me was standing next to my table. I must have looked surprised, maybe even annoyed because he spoke quickly and came right to the point before I could open my mouth.
"Hi, may I sit with you. I know you probably don't want to see me or talk to me after...after what I did, but I swear it was an accident and I would trade places with him if I could...." he broke off as tears began to slide down his cheeks and suddenly I knew who he was. He was the guy crying and talking to the police that day, he was the guy who ran over my little brother.
I sat there completely numb as all the awful things I had wanted to say to the man who did this to my little brother ran through my mind, but when it came time to say them I didn't have the heart. I saw the tears running down his face collecting in his scraggly beard and I cried too. I managed to ask him to sit down then we were both blubbering like babies as a few people stared at us uncomfortably.
"I know it wasn't your fault," I finally managed to say, "Even the police told us that, but a neighbor...they saw him run out in front of you. We don't know why...we may never know why..." I blubbered. Then I felt his strong warm hand on mine and I closed my eyes and opened up to the the man who had changed our lives forever.
His name was James Wheeler and he was 24 years old that August day when he had come so abruptly into our lives. He was single and still living with his parents who lived two streets over from us. It's funny when I thought about it. How many times had that grey Honda Civic driven past our house over the years, it's driver unknown to us until we were introduced through tragedy?
He was still attending school and working part time in the mall. I wondered if I'd ever seen him there, but decided even if I had he had just been one face in an endless sea of them. He was headed home to get ready for work when Joey ran out n front of him and ended his trip abruptly. He told me he had lost his job because he couldn't make himself go to work not knowing if the boy he had hit was alive or dead and so now he spent his days at the hospital, gleaning any piece of information he could about Joey and praying that he would survive and be whole again.
He confessed that he had considered killing himself when he learned that Joey was in a coma and might not make it, but decided it would be cowardly to leave us to suffer alone. He admitted to having watched me day after day trying to gather enough courage to introduce himself until he finally decided it was now or never.
We blew our noses on paper napkins and I managed to eat most of my pie and drink my hot chocolate while James nursed a cup of coffee. He said he seldom ate these days and had lost 10 pounds, then laughed tragically saying he had found a new diet plan, the grief diet.
He was a nice guy and the longer we talked the more I liked him. I know it sounds strange, how could I like the guy who ran over my baby brother, but hating him made no sense when you looked at it rationally. Not only was it not his fault, he was genuinely sorry and suffering along with us over what had happened. I just hoped I could make Buster understand. Sometimes he let his anger get the best of him and I had heard him say a couple of times that he wished he could get his hands on the guy that ran down our little brother.
James walked me back up to the ICU floor and took up vigil in the waiting room while I went in to check on Joey and relieve Buster who was sitting with him that day while I was gone. I stood behind Buster with my hands on his shoulders and waited until he finished singing to Joey. He wiped a tear from his eye and I was reminded of that day I woke up in this same hospital to his sweet voice as he sang to me.
"I love you so much," I said near tears myself.
He put his hand on mine and nodded, "I love you too, both of you. Oh, Dommie, why did this have to happen to the sweetest boy in the whole world?" he sobbed.
"I don't know, there is no reason I guess, it was just a horrible accident. They all say Joey just ran out into the street for no reason. We....may never know why," I said then regretted my words. It was if I was saying Joey wasn't going to make it since he was the only person who knew what really happened that horrible day.
"That guy...the one who hit him...he could've stopped..." he muttered, but we'd been all through that before. He wasn't speeding, and he was paying attention, he just didn't have time to do anything until it was too late. Then he did the best thing he could do, he called 911 and stayed with Joey till they arrived.
"No. It wasn't James' fault." I said with force causing him to turn and look at me with confusion.
"James? His name is James? How do you know that?" He asked sounding suspicious, as if I'd been hiding something from him.
"Because he's sitting out there in the waiting room as worried and upset as if Joey was his own little brother. He came to me today in the cafeteria, and at first...well, you know I really wanted to light into him, but he cried Buster and I just knew that I had to forgive him and help him get through this too.
Buster stood, shaking off my hands and trembling with outrage, "You made friends with the guy who almost killed Joey? How could you do that?"
"Buster," I said moving toward him, but he side stepped avoiding me and scowling, "you have to get over that hatred and bitterness and forgive him. It wasn't his fault. He told me he even considered killing himself when he found out how bad Joey was hurt."
"Too bad he didn't," Buster growled, "or someone do it for him."
Buster was scaring me then, I knew he was capable of violence but could he actually kill someone? I had to defuse this situation before he went tearing into the waiting room and kicking James' ass.
"Buster, sit down." I commanded and the strength and seriousness in my voice must've reached him because he did as I asked though he crossed him arms in a closed off posture. I knelt down in front of him and put my hands on his knees and looked up into his beautiful face. Tears ran down my cheeks as I spoke giving credibility to my words, "I love you more than anyone on this earth....except for that little boy laying in this bed, and I hate to see you suffer...but you have to let go of this and forgive him. He was just in the wrong place at the wrong time and he is suffering too. If I can forgive him, so can you. Will you try...for me?" I pleaded tearfully.
I could see him soften. He loved me so much he would do almost anything for me and though I was asking a lot, he was considering it. He closed his eyes and wiped the wetness away with his thumbs and nodded, "For you Dommie...just for you." he said in a low husky voice.
I raised up and kissed him on the lips just as Ellen walked in. She took one look at us, said "Excuse me." and backed out the door.
We both laughed and the mood was broken just like that.
"She knows we're two gay boys," Buster said grinning, "and she don't care."
I nodded, "She's the greatest...I love her almost as much as I love my mom. She has been like a second mom to me." I confessed tearfully.
"Come on," Buster said standing up and taking me by the hand, "Let's go meet your new friend.
Whether he did it for me or for Joey or maybe just because he knew deep down inside it was the right thing to do, he forgave James and the three of us became very close after that day.
Jason came to the hospital less and less as the day's wore on and one day he called and said he wouldn't be coming anymore. I was angry at first then scared. What if Jason thought Joey's accident was his fault and he tried to harm himself. I went straight to Buster and told him what had happened and he agreed, someone needed to go check on Jason.
There was no way I was leaving the hospital and Joey, so Buster was drafted to make the visit. My dad was heading back to the house anyway so Buster hitched a ride and was supposed to call me when he arrived and keep me informed.
I got busy talking to James and then spent some time with Joey, giving him a good foot rub and before I knew it Buster had been gone over an hour. I frowned when I saw the time and took my phone out to see if I'd missed a call from Buster. I hated to call him since I didn't know if he was still with Jason or not so I waited some more.
At four o'clock Buster finally called, "Hi, it's me...Buster," he said sounding strange, "I...have some bad news." My heart sank and I felt like I was ready to pass out but I steeled myself and told him I was ready.
"Jason is gone," he said simply almost without emotion.
"Gone? What do you mean gone? He....he didn't kill himself did he?' I asked in horror.
I heard Buster laugh nervously, "No, nothing like that, I mean he's gone..him and his family. No one is home. Sorry it took so long to call you, but we were kind of worried so we did some checking before I called. No one has seen them all day. It's really weird. Almost as if they just disappeared."
"Are you coming back with my dad?" I asked trying not to act as upset as I felt.
"Of course, we're on our way as a matter of fact. I'll see ya in about 2 minutes. Bye."
"Bye, I love you," I said softly."
"Me too," he said then giggled. I knew my dad was right there and he probably didn't want to say the words in front of dad but that was okay.
I sat around wondering about Jason and his family and pretty soon Buster peeked in the door and blew me a kiss and motioned me outside. I kissed Joey's hand and placed it back on his bed and arranged his covers and bent to kiss his face before leaving him. Lately I hated leaving him more and more, but my brother radar was still strong and I had faith that he'd come back to us eventually.
Buster was grinning as I slipped out into the hallway and he crooked a finger and signed for me to be quite and follow him. I gave him a curious look and followed him down the hall and past the waiting rooms into the elevator area. I hated being so far away from Joey but my brother radar said he was fine and resting, so I shrugged and continued to follow my lover as he led me a mens room off a darkened hallway near the elevators.
I knew exactly what he had in mind and I was grinning by the time we were inside and he had latched the door behind us. He was on me and kissing me and clothes were flying everywhere and soon we were naked and Buster dropped to his knees and started kissing my tummy before working his way down and taking me in his hot wet mouth. I hadn't had an orgasm since Joey's accident and I had so much pent up cum that I feared when it was released it would fill that small bathroom and flow under the door.
Buster knew it wouldn't take much to get me off so he took his good slow time, pausing to lick and kiss my nuts and spinning me around to rim me even though I wasn't daisy fresh back there..lol.
Then to my surprise he bent me over the sink and pushed his big hard cock in my tight wet hole and proceeded to fuck me as if his life depended on it. I thought I was going to come just from his cock rubbing across my male g-spot, but I managed to hold off because I wanted to return the favor when Buster was done.
He nibbled on my ears and kissed my neck and shoulders as he jack hammered in and out of me until we were both trembling with exertion and desire. Then grunting like a wild animal he plunged in one last time and began to unload. If I thought I had a lot of pent up cum, Buster must surely have out done me there. He filled me up and still some ran out and down my leg, and when he finally pulled out I spun him around and used some of his cum to lubricate my cock before I plunged into him.
It only took about 10 good thrusts to finish, but it was one of the most powerful orgasms I had ever had. My knees went weak and I grabbed Buster around the waist and leaned on him until the throes of my orgasm were over.
We cleaned up as best we could with paper towels and water from the sink, but we were giggling like school girls all the way back thinking how naughty we had been and what we probably smelled like should anyone get close to us.
I was starved after the sex and Buster and I left dad to watch over Joey while we went downstairs and had a feast at the cafeteria. It was the most I'd eaten since Joey's accident and I felt a little guilty that I had allowed myself to have that much pleasure, first with Buster and then filling my stomach, but I reminded myself that I needed my strength if I was going to continue to be there for Joey and I knew that Joey, being the little horn dog that he was, would have approved of our bathroom quickie.
We got back to the floor just in time to hear the code blue being called and I didn't have to hear the room number to know it was Joey that was in distress because the alarm in my head was going off as loudly as the one on the wall. We ran from the elevator just in time to see the crash team going into Joey's room and I knew it was bad because I couldn't feel him with my brother radar. I fell down on the nearest couch with Buster beside me and prayed while we waited.
End of Chapter 36
I know these are not very happy chapters and they don't have much sex, but sometimes we have to wade through the bad to get to the good. Sadness and pain area part of life and if my stories don't emulate life then they become fantasies. I hope you feel something when you read my stories. Joy, sadness, concern, lust, anything..if you do, then I have done my job as an author. Next chapter is the turning point, will Joey survive or will Dommie loose a part of him forever? And what has happened to Jason? Let me know what you think, I am always open to suggestions. And please no hate mail, just because of what happened to Joey.
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