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Nico and Gordy's Crazy 8 Club Adventures

Part #11

By: Paul S. Stevens

Chapter #83

A New Beginning

Several more school days had passed and Gordy was still locked away from the world outside, a world that for the moment, only existed on the other side of his Hospital room window. His physical condition was improving to the point that his Doctors started talking about releasing him into his parent's care. They had finally gotten his cranial tumescence under control so the swelling in his brain was no longer an issue. This was encouraging to know that my best bud might be coming home soon. The bad news was that even though physically he was fit to leave the Hospital, mentally his amnesia had made little significant improvements. Essentially, he would be coming home to a strange house in a strange neighborhood surrounded by even more strangers that claimed to be his neighbors, family and friends. His parents were definitely going to have their hands full with their son's re-acclamation to family life and domestic home matters so it was going to be up to me to reacquaint my buddy with his existence outside his family life. This might prove to be a monumental task just reintegrating Gordy back into his scholastic responsibilities. After all, Gordy was far from an ordinary high school student with his class schedule, athletic involvements and after school club activities. That's why I've asked all of Gordy's friends and Crazy 8 Club brothers to help Gordy remember the good old days by embracing him even though he may not remember a single one of them. I was also going to have to assume Gordy's Crazy 8 Club Presidential responsibilities along with my own until such a time that he can resume his post on his own recognizance.

I couldn't wait to tell Gordy about everything that has happened in the past few days. I wanted him to know that with Drew's assistance, Gordy's attackers were now in custody and spilling the beans about each other's involvement essentially sealing their fate. I wanted him to know that with Chad's help and personal connections, we were able to sell off our Fleshjack overstock by giving our sister club an offer they couldn't refuse. I also wanted to tell him about my recent proposition to be in a DVD movie by Treasure Island Media and how I was unaware that I was candidly auditioning for the President of the company himself. It was difficult to keep in mind that anything I might tell Gordy while his memory was still compromised would mean nothing at all to him.

Chapter #84

Coming Home

Another week had passed by and the day finally came for Gordy to be released from the Hospital. His parents brought him straight home with very little fanfare. His mother however had hung an eight foot long banner across the living room wall with the inscription:

Welcome Home Son!

They also placed several of Gordy's most treasured belongings around the room to make him feel right at home and possibly jog his memory a bit in the process. Other than that, it was not much different than the confines of his Hospital bed he had been enduring since the incident.

It was Thursday morning now and everyone felt it would be in Gordy's best interest if he spent the remainder of the school week getting accustomed to being at home, surrounded by his family members and home environment. Then he could start the school week off fresh on Monday. I tried to leave Gordy alone during this transitional time but by Saturday morning, I was itching to see my lover again and get him started on the road to a full recovery. I arrived at his house on Saturday afternoon to offer Gordy the tour of the neighborhood. Gordy's Dad didn't like the idea of Gordy leaving the house in the first place and he further objected to surrendering him to me of all people. Gordy's Mom reminded her husband that their son needed to get reacquainted with his surroundings if he were going to be comfortable going back to school on Monday. She also pointed out that, other than the two of them, there was virtually no one else they could think of who had Gordy's best interest at heart. After a bit of squabbling back and fourth, they finally agreed to let Gordy go. I wasted no time whisking him away from his suffocating parents and soon our adventure began.

By now, Gordy had seen me around the Hospital enough that he started to feel at ease with me even though I was still virtually a stranger to him. I borrowed my Mom's car and I took him around town showing him our most frequently visited places. The first place I took him to was our high school. I showed him all the places he would need to know come Monday such as the locations of his classrooms he attended starting with first period and going straight through to sixth period. Then I showed him the locker rooms and then the swimming pool. We had shared many hours together in that pool and I thought I saw a split second of recognition in his eyes but it was far too soon to tell if it made any difference yet.

Chapter #85

Bad Timing

After that, I showed him the landmarks of our town where we also spent many hours together. I started with the city Library and then our local park. I showed him our favorite mall and then the local movie theater where in the past we watched scores of movies and ate tons of popcorn. Then I ended up taking him to Columbus Hall. I pulled into the parking lot, turned off the engine and sat there as I realized things were about to get a bit awkward.

"Gordy, this is Columbus Hall," I began. "This is where we hold all of our Crazy 8 Club meetings."

"Oh that's cool," Gordy paused, "the Crazy 8 Club?"

"Yeah, the Crazy 8 Club," I continued, "and you're the President."

"I'm the President?" Gordy questioned. "Really, well what is the Crazy 8 Club?"

"It's a boys club," I said as I hesitated to answer.

"Oh, a boys club, that's cool," he said. "What do they do at this club?"

"Well, I suppose it was bound to come up sooner or later so here goes," I said as I must have turned red because I felt my ears get hot. "It's a secret all boys sex club!"

An excruciating moment of silence fell as I contemplated the hundreds of possible questions that might have been flashing through Gordy's mind.

"Oh man, I thought for a minute you were serious!" Gordy laughed. "You really had me going there for a second!"

"No, I am serious, this is our club!" I revealed. "You've just recently been sworn in and everybody has accepted you as their new leader."

"An all boys sex club sounds gay to me!" Gordy said as I could see the wheels spinning in his mind.

"Well yeah it is!" I confirmed.

"Nico, that's impossible," he huffed. "I'm not gay!!!"

"Yeah you are," I said feeling a little confused. "I'm your boyfriend and you're mine!"

"I think you better take me home now," Gordy ordered. "And I don't think we should be seeing each other anymore."

"Trust me Gordy it's all true, I swear!" I reached out to touch his arm as I pleaded with him.

"Don't touch me you faggot, you've got all your wires crossed man," he scowled. "Please, just take me home okay?"

I started the car and headed back to Gordy's house as I tried to repair the damage I had just done.

"Please don't be afraid of me," I assured him.

"I'm not afraid of you! If you touch me again and I'll kick your fucking pathetic looser ass," Gordy threatened.

"I'm just trying to help you remember your past," I assured him.

"If trying to help me remember my past means reminding me I was once gay, you can just forget it! Gordy snapped. "I just as soon not remember anything at all!"

"You don't really mean that," I said.

"The hell I don't!" Gordy confirmed. "I don't know how you can say you're my friend. You don't know me. You don't know the first thing about me!"

"Well, I know that...," I said as I immediately got cut off.

"Hold it right there!" Gordy interrupted. "If your going to tell me a whole bunch of shit about what we used to do together, you can just fucking forget it! That was then and this is now and right now, I don't want to talk about it anymore, got it?"

"Okay!" I said as a lump formed in the back of my throat. I fought back the retched feeling of being figuratively slugged in the stomach as I tried to focus on my driving. We sat in silence the rest of the way back to his place as I fought back the surmounting tears that threatened to break through my weakening damn. We pulled up to his driveway and Gordy sprang out of the car. I rolled down the window to say goodbye.

"Thanks for showing me around," Gordy said as he avoided making eye contact with me.

"I'll see you Monday morning, I'll come by and pick you up for school," I offered.

"No thank you!" Gordy plainly said. "I can manage on my own!"

"It would be no trouble really!" I said trying to sound like nothing happened.

"I'd rather not, thank you!" Gordy said with an absence of any emotion whatsoever and with that comment, he disappeared into his house.

I backed out of his driveway, got to the end of the block, stopped at a stop sign and completely fell to pieces. I couldn't even make it home before my whole world came crashing down around me. Not only had Gordy lost his memory, he lost his identity too. He was just as much a stranger to me now as I was to him. I've never known Gordy to talk to anyone this way before. He is usually kind, sweet and sensitive. Can a person change this much from having amnesia? I understand not remembering stuff but Gordy was acting like a person I've never met before. Had I lost my lover and best friend both at the same time? He made it clear that he didn't want to even see me anymore. I had no one to blame but myself. I couldn't blame Gordy for any of it. He wasn't responsible for his memory loss. I had heard the Doctors warn Gordy's parents not to force Gordy into remembering anything until he was ready. Had I destroyed any hope of Gordy returning to his former life by making him back away from me? What was I going to do now? How could I hope to help Gordy remember me and his friends at the Crazy 8 Club if he refused to even see me anymore? I felt that all was lost. I just wanted to die!

Chapter #86

Words of Wisdom

Suddenly the sound of a blaring horn jolted me back to earth as a car that had pulled up behind me had been waiting impatiently for me to move. Somehow I managed to get safely home and I went straight up to my room ignoring everything and everyone. A moment later I heard a knock at my door.

"Nico!" the voice exclaimed.

It was my Mother calling me. I didn't answer.

"Nicholas, I'm coming in!" My mom stated, entered and closed the door behind her. "All right, what's wrong?"

"Wrong?" I asked.

"Yeah, what's wrong?" she reiterated. "I asked you a question downstairs and you walked right past me like I wasn't even there. I know something's bothering you, you can tell me. What's up?"

"I think I've lost my best friend Mom," I said as I started to cry before I finished. "I don't know what to do!"

"Well, what happened?" She asked.

"I took Gordy around town showing him stuff and now he doesn't want to see me anymore."

"Well that doesn't make sense. What did you say to him?"

"Mom! Why do you always think it's something I did?"

Of course I couldn't tell her what really happened but I wasn't going to lie to her either. I had to choose my words carefully.

"Don't worry dear. It's not the end of the world!"

"Well it sure feels like it is to me?"

"Look, you have to remember that your friend is in a very vulnerable state right now. He almost died, `twice' remember? The road to recovery can be a long one sometimes and Gordy's injuries were pretty severe. The two of you have had many years of friendship behind you and you've had many ups and downs. Those memories are too strong to be forgotten completely. There will be things that will happen over the course of the next few months that will trigger a memory here, a memory there. These are the things that will allow him to slowly return to normal."

"Mom, how can I help him remember me if he won't even talk to me?

"You don't have to be around him all the time for him to remember you, trust me, I know! Someday soon, he'll come to you because he remembers you and what you mean to each other. Until then, don't try to make him `like' you or `remember' you. Just be there for him as a friend and it will all work out!"

"I sure hope you're right about that!"

"Only time will tell, but I'm sure it will."

"Okay, thanks Mom!"

She gave me a kiss on the forehead and left my room. My Mom doesn't show it much but she can be very insightful at times. I don't just hope, I pray that she's right about not needing to be with Gordy for him to start to remember who I am and what we had together.

Chapter #87

A Glimmer of Hope

The first week of Gordy's return to school was almost over. I respected Gordy's request that I keep my distance from him and I left him alone to allow fate to take its course. That didn't mean that I wasn't going to be keeping an eye on him though. I asked Gordy's club brother who go to our school to stay close and try to keep him safe from anyone who might try to take advantage of Gordy's vulnerable state. I stayed close enough to know what was going on, yet far enough away as to not appear like a stalker.

It was Friday afternoon and the school lunch period had just begun. Just as my Mother had predicted, Gordy came over to me quite unexpectedly and without saying a word. He sat beside me and casually joined me for lunch just like the good old days.

"Why have you been acting like such a stranger, stranger?" Gordy quipped.

"Well, hello from one stranger to another!" I said back not knowing quite how to respond to his cryptic introduction.

"Yeah, I suppose I deserve that," Gordy said. "I think I owe you an apology. All week I've been seeing you watching me and it really started to creep me out. Then I realized you were just watching out for me just like a real friend does for a guy as messed up as me."

I quietly listened to Gordy's apology as the tears silently rolled down my face.

"I've been going through a lot this week and I realized I've done my `Best Friend' a terrible injustice," Gordy continued. "It's been weird to know that I'm best friends with someone, yet there are still huge wholes in my memory. For example, I saw the Water Polo Team photos of us on the wall in the Coach's office today and as I looked at it, a flash of memory hit me. All of a sudden I clearly started to remember the day we took that picture. It had been raining that morning and we almost canceled the shoot. By the time we took the picture, the rain had made everything look so fresh and clean and the sun had come out just long enough to get the perfect picture, then it started raining again. On one hand, I remember something like that so vividly and on the other hand, I don't remember important stuff like being the President of this Crazy 8 Club. Nico, it's really scary to suddenly remember something so clearly yet know there's still so much missing. Sometimes it's like remembering someone else's life, not mine. I never felt like this before. I'm scared Nico, I'm scared that I might never remember some of the most precious moments in my life, like they might be lost forever, like I'll be lost forever."

"You don't have to go through this alone you know. I'm here for you. I've always been here for you. You have been the most important person in my life since we met years ago. Many times, you've been there for me when I needed someone. Now it's my turn. Let me be there for you."

During this whole conversation, Gordy and I had not been looking at each other at all. We were both kind of gazing off as we bared our souls to each other. I wanted so badly to grab a hold of him and kiss him and hug him and tell him everything was going to be okay as long as we had each other but I knew he still wasn't ready to take that big of a leap yet. I turned to look at him and as he turned to me, for a brief fleeting moment, I saw the old Gordy looking back at me.

"Hey, are you crying?" Gordy asked me.

"Sorry," I sniffled. "I'm just so happy that you remember me even this tiny bit."

"No worries, I think I'm going to be okay now," Gordy smiled.

"I've got an idea to help you remember the Crazy 8 Club," I said. "Maybe looking at pictures is the key to helping you remember stuff. I have hundreds of pictures of you and me and all of our club brothers taken during our club meetings and special events."

"Okay," Gordy agreed a bit reluctantly.

"Seeing a bunch of naked boys having sex with each other isn't going to freak you out is it?" I cautiously whispered.

"I don't think so," Gordy answered.

"How about seeing pictures of yourself naked and having sex with other guys? Is that going to be a problem?"

"I'm not sure."

"Are you willing to try?"

"I don't know, I guess."

"Look, I think I've learned my lesson now about pushing too hard," I tried to convince him. "We'll take it as slowly as you need, okay? I have absolutely no reason to deceive you. You and I have been friends for many years, right?"

"Yeah."

"Very good friends, right?"

"Yeah, okay,"

"Best Friends!"

"Right"

"Lovers,"

"Hold it right there!"

"Sorry, I'm going too fast again," I lamented. "Trust me, I won't ever ask you to do anything you're not completely comfortable with, all right?"

"All right then, I'll try it!"

"Okay, great!" I said trying not to sound too enthusiastic. "Tomorrow is Saturday and I'm free most of the day. Maybe we can get together in the afternoon and go from there."

"Yeah, that sounds okay," Gordy said. "See you then!"

With that being said, Gordy picked up his lunch and disappeared, leaving me sitting alone once again. This was still odd behavior for Gordy but things were starting to change. The good old Gordy I knew and loved was slowly coming back to me but he was still a completely different person than he was before the incident. I was beginning to see that a certain amount of who Gordy has become lately is going to stay that way no matter how much of his memory he recovers.

Regardless how Gordy was acting, I was excited to be spending some quality time with him discussing three of my favorite topics.

1) My best friend Gordy...

2) The Crazy 8 Club... and

3) SEX!

The next thing I was going to need to do was, go straight to the bank after school today. I'll need to retrieve all the encrypted photos I'll be showing Gordy that are all stored on a flash drive that was securely stored in the Club's Safety Deposit Box issued through the Crazy 8 Club's bank account. All the photos ever taken at the Crazy 8 Club meetings and special events were all stored on this one and only Flash drive. No pictures exist on anybody's computer hard drive so if we were going to view these pictures, this was the only way it was going to happen.

Chapter #88

Memory Lane is a Bumpy Road

Witnessing Gordy's behavior since his memory loss and watching him struggle with not knowing who he was or remembering who the people were in his life was hard enough to understand. For me, what was even harder to understand was when he insisted he wasn't gay. I always thought that our individual sexual makeup was out of our hands and impossible to change. It's true that many people who are inwardly gay peruse a heterosexual lifestyle. Unfortunately those who do, live in denial of their true sexual identity which never allows them to be truly sexually satisfied.

Maybe Gordy just doesn't remember ever having sex of any kind and just assumes that he's straight. I just don't know. The one thing I don't want to happen is get accused of trying to convert him, like that's even possible. All I know right now is, I have to watch what I say and what I do around him because I don't want to alarm Gordy and have him push me away again. I'm truly not trying to get Gordy's pants off, although if he were to take them off I wouldn't complain, I just want him to be happy and to me, being happy would mean getting all of his memory back.

Chapter #89

Alone at Last

Saturday afternoon had finally come. My mind was locked in a state of perpetual turmoil. I had reduced myself to a virtual basket case. I had gone through a rollercoaster ride of emotions since I suggested that Gordy and I review the club's private photos. My mind went crazy as I imagined a series of worst case scenarios. I imagined everything from Gordy punching me out and running away to him being in denial and accusing me of Photoshoping him into the pictures. I finally realized it may not have been one of my finer moments. It all just stemmed from my desperate need to get my lover back. I decided that I would try to talk Gordy out of looking at the pictures and hope that the decision he makes is the right one.

I arrived at Gordy's house a little after twelve noon and rang the doorbell. Gordy answered the door wearing a black ultra tight tee-shirt and his blue water polo Speedos from three seasons ago. He looked so hot that I popped a boner right there on his front porch. He had rendered me momentarily speechless as I must have looked like a cartoon character with my tongue unrolled to the floor and my heart pounding visibly through my chest.

"Mom, I'm leaving," Gordy shouted out to his mother. "See you later!"

"Bye sweetheart, have fun!" she hollered back.

"You can put your eyes back in their sockets now!" Gordy whispered as he stepped out into the porch closing the door behind him. "I'm ready, let's go!"

I could see every muscle in Gordy's chest ripple as he moved and I could clearly see the outline of his cock and balls through the thin fabric of his outgrown shorts. He wasn't making this any easier for me at all. The animal inside me wanted to take him somewhere and ravish him. Sometimes life can be so cruel.

"I'm serious, let's go!" Gordy said impatiently.

"I'm sorry, you look..." I hesitated for a moment, "comfortable!"

"You mean I look hot!" Gordy said smugly. "It's okay. You can say what's on your mind. You don't have to tippy-toe around me anymore. I've thought about this all night and I'm ready, so let's go!"

Chapter #90

A Crazy 8 Crash Course

Gordy and I went over to my house where I had set up my picture viewer on my laptop to display the photos that I had prepared to show him. I had Gordy get comfortable on my bed and I sat beside him, close but not too close. I put my laptop on his lap, opened the screen and loaded the files.

"I'm going to ask you one more time, are you sure you want to do this?" I said to Gordy as I tried to read his facial expressions. "You don't have to do this you know! It won't hurt my feelings if you want to wait and do it some other day if ever!"

"As I told you before, I thought about it all night and I'm as ready as I'll ever be!" Gordy insisted.

"Okay then, here we go!" I said as I used my wireless mouse to activate the viewer and begin displaying the first wave of pictures.

I had sorted all the pictures to begin displaying the most innocuous fully clothed shots first and then work up to the more candid shots and then eventually the triple-X-rated ones. I was going to watch Gordy's body language closely and stop if I saw him display any signs of becoming uncomfortable.

"Okay Gordy, I'll control the pictures," I told him. "If you want me to go faster or slower or even stop, just say so okay?"

"Sure, go ahead!" he said with assurance.

I started off the viewer with a slideshow displaying each picture at a rate of two seconds per shot. We had just made it to the third shot when Gordy called out his first stop. I wasn't expecting him to stop so soon and I started to worry that this was a bad idea.

"I know this guy from school," Gordy said pointing at the picture on the screen. "That's Trent. Wait a minute, is he a club member?"

"You bet he is!" I answered.

"Yeah but he's one of those jocks who always has a bunch of hot girls and cheerleaders hanging around him."

"Yeah that's Trent all right!"

"He's gay? I wouldn't have ever guessed."

"Remember, all these guys have put their trust in you that you'll never betray their secret by revealing anything you learn here today! We never discuss anything about the club in public and we restrict all conversations about the club to club brothers only!"

"Oh, right, of course. Please continue."

I resumed the slideshow and a few pictures later Gordy once again asked to stop.

"I know this guy from school too. His name is Chad. I saw him working in the cafeteria. He's gay too? He seems so straight! Wow, I wouldn't believe it if I didn't see it!"

"You haven't seen anything yet."

"Oh right, please continue."

Over the next few minutes, Gordy recognized and identified several more club brothers from school. In addition to recognizing Trent and Chad, he also correctly identified Robert and Wade and even Drew.

"Why do I know all these guys?"

"There's really no secret. All your club brothers have been watching out for you just as I have been. After all, you're their Club President. They know you... they trust you... and they love you. They have accepted you as their club leader and you are very important to them. The only exception is Robert. He's the man you replaced as president. Now that Robert has aged out, his concern for you is double because he wants the club to succeed but it has to be strictly hands off for him."

As we progressed through the pictures, I re-educated Gordy about all the rules and inner workings of the Crazy 8 Club. It brought me back to the time when Gordy spent the entire night introducing me to the Crazy 8 Club last summer when Gordy kissed me for the first time at that unforgettable sleepover that changed my life forever.

As we finished up the last of the benign clothed pictures, I introduced Gordy to the rest of his club brothers as each of their pictures would come up. These were the boys who he hadn't met because they were younger and don't go to our school yet. Once we had cycled through the general photos, I warned Gordy about continuing as the pictures were going to start to get a bit racy.

Chapter #91

Visual Enlightenment

"Honestly," Gordy confessed. "Now that I know everybody and have seen them all wearing clothes, I can't imagine seeing them naked let alone having sex with each other."

"Don't forget, that includes you and me as well," I warned. "Do you still want to continue?"

"Yeah, I'm ready," Gordy answered but there was an almost imperceptible trace of apprehension in his voice.

This was it. The invisible line that once crossed, there'd be no going back. I cautiously proceeded as I kept a close watch on Gordy's reactions. Now that we were getting into the sexually explicit area of our photo journey, the body language I was most interested in keeping an eye on was beneath Gordy's outgrown swimwear. If Gordy gets even a little turned on by these photos, he wouldn't be able to conceal it from me for very long.

"Okay, here we go!" I said as I bit my lip, held my breath and clicked continue.

I had set up the next block of photos to display my initiation ceremony where Gordy entered me for the first time. If Gordy had a negative reaction to these first few pictures, I could stop the slideshow while the main focus was still on Gordy and me. This way, I could prevent my unsuspecting club brothers from being alienated any further than they might already be from Gordy's unforeseen reactions.

As I inconspicuously watched for any stirrings in Gordy's crotch, he casually took one of my bed pillows and placed it on his lap and propped my laptop on top of the pillow.

"Is it okay if I use your pillow," Gordy asked after the fact. "Your computer is getting kind of hot sitting on my lap."

"Sure, feel free," I said to him.

What I wanted to tell him was No and that I thought it was him that was getting hot watching himself doing his own pornography. Now it was going to be nearly impossible to determine Gordy disposition.

Gordy remained silent, giving me no indication of what he was thinking and feeling. He watched the slideshow to its conclusion, never once taking his eyes off the screen. Once it was over, Gordy turned to me and in my utter shock, kissed me dead on the lips.

"Thank you my dear sweet friend," Gordy said affectionately, then started to cry. "I had forgotten so much! I treated you so rudely. Can you ever forgive me?"

Gordy's heart felt words made me start crying as well as I tried to answer him.

"There's nothing to forgive," I sniffled. "None of this is your fault. I love you! I will always love you regardless of how much you do or don't remember. You're still Gordy to me no matter what!"

We instantaneously hugged each other and I felt the real Gordy begin to break through the memory barrier.

"So, what do you want to do now?" Gordy asked.

I bit my lip again as I strained not to tell him I wanted to ravish him from head to toe.

"Well," I suggested to Gordy. "The night we were attacked, we had just had a beautiful intimate dinner and we were planning to celebrate my birthday with a sleepover so we could spend some quality time alone together."

"Oh yeah, it was your birthday," Gordy lamented. "I forgot about that. How about we do that sleepover we were planning tonight?"

"That sounds great," I agreed. "I'll take you home and you can get permission and prepare for tonight.

I took Gordy home and on the way back I discovered that I was physically shaking from the sheer thought of sharing some private alone time with my lover again. I was beginning to think I was never going to get my boyfriend back and here we are, about to resume where we left off. Where things progressing too quickly again? I only hope I have the strength to take things slowly tonight when the time comes and not toss things into turmoil again.

Chapter #92

Intimacy at a Price

My Mom and Dad both thought that it would be nice to celebrate Gordy's recovery by spending a little quality time together by throwing Gordy an old fashioned retro-pizza party.

My Mom drove me around town as I picked up some snacks and sodas from the grocery store, a couple of choice DVD movies from our local rental store and two large Pepperoni Pizzas from Palmer's Pizzeria. Once we gathered everything we needed, we swung around to pick up Gordy. We hadn't sat and watched a movie together as a family for a very long time and I was thankful that my parents were going out of their way to honor Gordy and please me at the same time.

We all sat around the television, pigged out on Pizza, sodas and snacks and watched a movie that we all thought would be great but turned out to be really boring. Then Gordy and I thanked My Mom and Dad for their generosity and excused ourselves for the night. I was appreciative of my parent's efforts and thoughtfulness but my patience was growing thin. I could hardly wait to get Gordy alone and begin our intimate time together.

"Okay, we're finally alone," Gordy stated. "Now what are we going to do?"

I didn't quite know what Gordy meant by his statement. Did he mean `Now there's nothing left to do' or did he mean `Let's get naked'.

Well, what do you want to do?" I asked.

"I know we had a special night planed to celebrate your birthday and I assume that it included some form of sexual activity."

"I suppose you can say that," I confirmed, "but we don't have to do that if you don't want to!"

"Well, after looking at all those pictures today, it got me all hot and boned up all day. I want to do something with you but I'm scared."

"Scared? What are you scared of? You told me before you weren't scared of me."

"I'm not scared of you, I'm scared of ..."

"Scared of what Gordy, you can tell me. You can tell me anything!"

"I'm scared of sex all right?"

Now that Gordy finally said it, it made perfect sense. It reminded me of my first time with Gordy and how I was aroused and terrified at the same time. Then I remembered how Gordy handled the situation. I was going to have to educate him just like he did with me on that unforgettable night of passion.

Gordy had taken me through my first lesson with Kissing-101. This is exactly were I needed to start with the new Gordy now that I was his mentor. As we kissed, I parted his lips with my tongue. I found this to be unusually arousing for me as Gordy began trembling from the unexpected surge of erotic stimulation. I encouraged Gordy to return the favor and we both sucked on each others tongues, exploring the inside of each other's oral cavern. As Gordy became the student and I became the teacher, his virgin-like innocence elevated my desire into the stratosphere as the tables turned and I became the master. Now I know what a thrill I must have been for Gordy when I was the novice and he was the authority. As I remember it, I looked upon Gordy as a Sex God as he seemed to know everything there was to know. Perhaps Gordy is looking upon me now with those same eyes.

I removed my shirt and then reached over to remove Gordy's. He hesitated a moment and then allowed me to continue. I slowly progressed through the steps the same way that Gordy had taught me. I encouraged him to mimic and duplicate my instructions as I worked my way down the erogenous zones of his body finally arriving at the ultimate site. I unbuttoned and removed my pants and underwear and reached over to remove Gordy's shorts. Again, he hesitated a moment and then relaxed as he permitted me to remove them. It was like Gordy was breaking through micro barriers as he took each step with me. He seemed to catch on faster than I did on my first time but I'm going to attribute that to the possibility that Gordy might be remembering little bits at a time as I took him through the paces.

Once I got to the prize of Gordy's glorious cock, he suddenly put on the brakes. I felt the humiliation and frustration of a schoolboy whose girlfriend leads him on right up to the point of intercourse and then changes her mind. I really honestly and truthfully did not want to stop here. Then I suddenly realized that if I pushed the issue, I might be guilty of rape in Gordy's eyes. I had to respect his wishes and stop. It was one of the hardest things I've ever done and it left me with a serious case of blue balls.

"I'm sorry Nico, I just can't do it!" Gordy said.

"It's okay Gordy, I don't want you to do anything your not comfortable with," I assured him.

"Oh, I'm so glad you understand," Gordy sighed.

"Wait a minute, I said its okay. I didn't say I understood!" I clarified. "So, tell me again why were stopping?"

"I still don't feel like I should be having gay sex!" Gordy stated. "I should be trying to have sex with a girl first before I make a mistake... I mean to try it first to be sure I'm doing the right thing, you understand right?"

"Oh yeah, right, of course, sure," I babbled. "Let me ask you something. You remember how you recognized all these guys from the slideshow when you saw them in the Club pictures right?"

"Yeah."

"Did you find any of them sexually attractive?"

"Maybe."

"You've been back to school for a week now. Have you seen any girls that made you pop a boner?"

"Well... yeah... kind of... sure!"

"Name one!"

"Well, I don't know any of their names yet but there are a few."

"I'll tell you what. I'll ask Trent to help us. You tell him who you're attracted to and he'll introduce you to them and I'll set up a fuck date for you."

"A fuck date? Wow, my own personal pimps!"

"Believe me, I wouldn't do this for anybody else in the world but you Gordy. If you feel you're truly straight, I'll give you this opportunity to find out and if you discover that you really and truly are straight, I'll respect your choice and leave you alone and not interfere for the rest of my life, okay?"

"Okay!"

I couldn't believe what I was saying. I was about to willingly deliver my boyfriend into the hands of a stranger who might possibly take my lover away from me. At this point, neither Gordy nor I could resume our relationship in good faith until we were both sure that we were doing the right thing. I had asked Gordy once a long time ago if he wanted to pursue a heterosexual relationship to be sure he was doing the right thing. Back then, I made my offer with confidence knowing how Gordy felt about me. Now I'm not so sure. This idea could backfire on me but I felt, under the circumstances that I had little choice.

Chapter #93

Back to Basics

"Well, since you don't want to go any further and we're both boned up, what do you say we jerk each other off then?" I offered, hopeful of a decent compromise.

"No, I better not," Gordy said shooting me down again. "But we can jerk ourselves off right? That won't require any touching. That wouldn't be gay now would it?"

"No, I guess not," I answered sounding a bit disappointed.

"Okay then, let's do it!" Gordy said springing to life.

Down deep inside, I knew that Gordy wanted to go further, he just wanted his virgin experience to be with a girl and satisfy his curiosity before he did anything gay. I can't say I fully understood that but I was thankful that I was going to get to cure this agonizing case of blue balls Gordy had unintentionally given me.

With a respectful distance between us, we sat side by side on the edge of my bed and started to stroke ourselves. After a minute or so, Gordy made an unusual request.

"Hey Nico, do you think you can play that Crazy 8 Club slideshow again?" he asked.

"Sure! No problem!" I said.

I booted up my laptop and loaded in the Triple X Rated segment of the slideshow. I placed it on top of my desk chair and set it in front of the two of us. I selected continuous play and resumed our independent masturbation session.

Despite the fact that I had seen and worked with these photos numerous times before in a clinical way, right now I was finding it enormously erotic. I was surprisingly turned on as I watched myself, Gordy and all our club brothers explore our sexual fantasies. It was actually better than watching a pornographic movie. Gordy was equally affected even though he was reluctant to admit it to me or himself.

It wasn't long before both of us were moaning and grunting our approval as we approached our desired goals. I fought and restrained myself from reaching over to touch Gordy. I wanted so badly to take control of his cock and stroke it to climax. The more I denied myself, the more I wanted it. I was going out of my mind with my single minded urge to ravage Gordy. I felt myself weakening as my emotions overpowered my sensibilities. Just as I was about to loose control and reach over to pounce on Gordy, he spoke.

"Hey Nico," Gordy said breaking me out of my trance. "I want to see you shoot your cum like you do in these pictures. Nobody else in these pictures can shoot it like you do. I want to watch you do it."

"Haven't you watched yourself bust a nut?" I sarcastically asked.

"No!" Gordy genuinely replied, "at least not that I can remember."

"You mean you haven't even jacked off once since you lost your memory?"

"Nope!"

"We'll then, you're in for a treat my friend," I said. "Next to me, you're the club's next best super shooter. Since you haven't jacked it for over three weeks now, you've got a huge load of cum saved up. You might even shoot it farther than me this time and it's going to feel super intense for you too. I'm jealous!"

"Jealous? Of me?" Gordy asked.

"Fuck yeah!" I said. "Come on, let's both `Super Shoot' our loads together!"

"Okay!" Gordy smiled.

Gordy and I increased our speed and our breathing deepened as we rounded the final turn into the stretch.

"There, that one!" Gordy pointed out. "That's what I want to see you do!"

An action shot of me shooting my load over my own head had caught Gordy's eye and launched me into an orgasmic stupor. First, playing exhibitionist to Gordy's request to `Super Shoot It' got me hot just thinking about performing it for him. Second, seeing that particular picture of me on the screen knowing that it was turning Gordy on was summoning the sperms right out of my balls as they quivered and twitched with lust and passion. Third, my reproductive system was already saturated with cum from having been denied an earlier orgasm, now adding even more fluid to the explosive accumulation of my swollen blue balls that were bursting at the seams.

"Here I cum Gordy. This one's for you," I announced.

"Yeah Nico, Shoot it for me!" he encouraged. "Bust that fucking nut man! Let me see the Stallion within you. Go! Go! Go!"

Gordy's one man cheerleading squad prevented me from holding back and all of a sudden a bolt of lightning shot through my entire body as I lost all control of myself. I felt the surge of pressure rise up from the depths of my enlarged balls as they pumped and loaded their huge allotment of ultra fertile sperm enriched semen into my overflowing launching tubes. With all the might of my sexual desire, my prostate pulled the trigger and the internal explosion jettisoned my load with the force of a volcano. I felt my liquid love surge up through my cock and into the air with the acceleration of a jet engine. Even though I was in a seated position, I put on a sexual shooting demonstration the likes of which my friend, partner and lover will never forget. My first eruption nailed me right between the eyes. I opened my mouth in hopes that I could land a hole in one. My second surge overshot a bit but my third volley hit my taste buds with a sweet hint of satisfaction.

"Yeah baby, that was fucking amazing," Gordy complemented. "You're gonna make me come now!"

"Yeah, let me see you shoot all that stored up cum you've been saving!" I encouraged. "Bust it Gordy! Bust it! Bust it! Bust it!"

I watched Gordy tense up and then hold his breath. His toes curled and he threw his head back for a moment and closed his eyes.

"Oh God, oh shit here it comes, oh... Shit!"

He brought his head back and opened his eyes so he can witness his own shooting spree as Gordy busted like I've never seen him bust before.

His first shot flew sideways and landed on my shoulder. His second shot flew over his head hitting partly on the headboard and partly on the wall behind it. His third and fourth rounds squirted Gordy in the face and chest and then slowed to a stop.

"Now that's what I'm talking about my friend," I praised. "That was intense!"

"I was afraid that some of it was going to get into my mouth like what happened to you." Gordy confessed.

"Why were you afraid, you've swallowed loads of cum before?" I revealed.

"I have? Did I like it?" Gordy asked.

"Hell Yeah!" I stated. "All of us Crazy 8'ers are cum pigs man. We consider it an honor to share our sacred seeds together."

"Wow, I suppose I still have a long ways to go then!" Gordy sighed.

"You've come a long way already Gordy, don't worry, I have confidence that you're memory is going to be completely restored in no time."

"You really think so?"

"I Do!" I said with assurance. "Now let's go to bed, we've had a long day!"

"Yeah, okay," Gordy said, "oh, and Nico?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks!"

"No problem!"

I crawled into bed naked and Gordy put his shorts back on and put on a pair of pajama bottoms over them before he felt comfortable enough to get into bed with me. Even with his pajamas on, he still maintained a respectful distance between us. Gordy and I spent the rest of the night talking about everything under the sun except sex. It was a difficult subject to avoid for me but Gordy was happy steering clear of it.

End of Part Eleven

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