The Light Chapter II-8
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Previously (Chapter 6, David's POV)
At 3:17am a loud knock on our door woke us up with a start. Peter got up and fumbled his way through the boxes and other `getting ready to move' obstacles then answered the door. It was dad, he said, "Get up boys. Meet us in the TV room. Put some clothes on. 5 minutes."
"What's going on dad?" Peter asked while turning the light switch on.
"5 minutes. TV room."
*** David's POV
Quickly, Peter jumped out of bed, grabbed our underwear, handed over my crutches then we took off for the bathroom, peed, shook well, washed our hands and then took off for the TV room but not before joining our brothers who were pouring glasses of orange juice.
When we'd assembled in the TV room, dad announced happily, relief clearly in his voice, "Matt and Antoine are safe with Juan and his son Kevin. Apparently Matt was abducted by drug dealers. He wasn't harmed thank God. They're catching the very next flight out of Singapore. They should be home tonight."
Collective sighs of relief passed through the room. High fives were exchanged. Hoots and hollers were heard. Hugs were freely given and received continuously until such time the `moment' passed. Not sure that `moment' is the correct terminology to use because the `moment' never really ended. The moment would not end until the whites of their eyeballs were seen, their voices heard firsthand, and the skin, muscles and bones of their live bodies were seen and felt.
Mom indicated with hand gestures that she needed to say something. The room quieted spontaneously. She said, "Both your brothers are fine although Antoine hurt his ankle. We don't know the extent of the injury. All I know is that they were going to the hospital to have it checked out. One or both of them should be calling soon to let us know what's up."
Andy spoke up, "They're okay. I feel fine now. I'm hungry."
Everybody looked at him incredulously then the rest of us got serious...
The rest is history. Mom, dad and Jeremy got busy making breakfast while the rest of us went upstairs. Rooms were tossed, bedding was packed in plastic bags, showers were taken and towels packed, prized possessions were carefully wrapped and packed, and all the rest of the stuff that needs to be done last minute on a moving day were largely accomplished.
We enjoyed the last breakfast in our old home. Dad and mom then packed up the remaining items from the kitchen and the dining room while Jeremy, Allen, Angel and Peter took care of the stereo and TV equipment in the TV room. Feeling left out, I went upstairs to our room where I put on my Leg then went back downstairs and helped them do what needed to be done.
All the little stuff was accomplished by 8:30am. The movers were expected by 9:00am. They arrived on time and loaded the big stuff – the furniture, the large screen TV and its components. They gathered up all the tools, lawn mowers, and other stuff from the garage and loaded it efficiently. Mom paced the floor frantically as the movers moved the very large antique china cabinet that had passed down thru their family for 4 generations. The dining room table was expertly disassembled, dismantled and then professionally carried to the moving van and stowed properly.
The house looked so empty. I'd never ever seen it look that way before. Somehow I felt that our life was being turned upside down. There were so many memories tangled up inside my head. The house seemed like it was a piece of me. Jeremy walked over then put his arm around my shoulders, pulled me into him, "I feel the same way David. What's helped me to accept this change is that we're family. So long as we're together then we're home."
Jeremy seemed so strong until we automatically pulled each other into a strong hug. His body shook a couple of times. A few tears straggled down my cheeks from my eyes then they quieted. When we parted, Jeremy had tears in his eyes too but they were unshed. Without any feeling of shame or `we shouldn't do this' our lips touched for a brief moment as we realized everything was going to be okay in the overall scheme of things. Change is inevitable.
Because the Escalade and Jeremy's truck were filled to capacity only two additional riders could go at one time, and even then getting inside would definitely be a tight squeeze. David and I chose to remain behind so they took off leaving us alone.
There was nothing to do. All had been done. The only thing left would be to get us to our new home. Peter said, "We could go swimming for one last time. They said it would be a couple of hours..." Right then and there we stripped off our clothes down to bare skin then headed to the pool where we jumped in, goofed off for a little while, and then stood on the ledge at the deep end where we held each other, occasionally kissing, sometimes passionately.
Peter looked at me, grinned mischievously then reached down, found something interesting to play with... and well you know the rest of that story.
We'd just gotten dressed when the gang reappeared in the kitchen through the garage. We helped to load the last remaining stuff into the vehicles and then took off for our new home, the place where our family would live together.
The move in went flawless. The movers were great. They put everything away except for clothing, small stuff... they even put mom's china and stuff in the hutch for her. Nothing got broken.
Peter and I's room was awesome. Much to our surprise mom and dad had purchased new beds for all the couples and then passed down our bed to Andy who was just as surprised and happy as we were. All of us had our own private full bathrooms. Allen and Angel, Peter and I, mom and dad, and Jeremy had Jacuzzi's in our own rooms. Andy wasn't too happy that he didn't get one but after reassurance from mom and dad and us guys, that he could use any one of ours he accepted. Unbeknownst to Andy mom and dad had planned to have one installed in his room on his birthday that was coming up soon.
Jeremy was moping around a bit since he and Jason no longer could wear a path between our house and his for their evening mating rendezvous. I felt really sorry for him. Dad and mom both assured Jeremy, and Jason's parents reassured each of them that the doors were always open.
When Jeremy and I were outside looking at the not yet finished pool, I said, "Hey bro, it's going to work out sweet. You can just cruise over to Jason's house. And he'll be getting his license soon so that'll let up on your going to his house all the time... besides you can pick him up and bring him here."
"Yeah, I know. Thanks, bro. You're okay for a little brother." Jeremy said with ornery on his face.
"Did dad say when the pool's going to be finished?" I asked.
"Yeah... the builders said some part was missing. It's coming from the Mainland. They're estimating a week. Maybe we can go back for swimming.
"Kewl. Uhm, dad said Juan would be making renovations. I wonder what they'll be doing to it..."
Later that day Alice, Horace, Jason and William showed up. They had brought 6 slabs of ribs Horace had smoked up earlier in the day so we all feasted like kings. Stuffed like porky pigs, everybody congregated outside on the veranda where we talked, laughed, and talked some more. After some wrangling between the Klinger family Jason and William were permitted to stay the night. At about 11:30pm we loaded up the Escalade and headed to the airport to pick up Antoine and Matt. Their flight was on time. After being checked through customs, we headed down to the baggage area to pick up their suitcases.
We were glad as all hell to see them, and to give and receive hugs... well, it was comforting to actually see the whites of their eyeballs and know that they were then safe.
When we arrived home, Matt led everybody into his and Antoine's room. After their initial shock over seeing their beautiful room passed by, somewhat, Matt led us into their huge bathroom that was outfitted with mirrors galore and then took off his shirt, socks and shoes, and jeans but left his underwear alone. The idle chit chat ceased as soon as he tossed his shirt onto the black marble area where the double sinks were located. Nobody said a word but there were huge sighs exchanging from those of us observing his strip down.
Peter and Andy joined their brother in a heartfelt hug. I didn't see any dry eyes, mom especially. She was really overcome with emotion at seeing her sons weeping tears of joy and relief. Soon, very soon, we all joined in and experienced a massive family hug fest. The love emanating from that union was second to none.
Matt said, when he regained control, "I don't hurt anymore."
Dad said, clearly choked up, "What happened, son?"
Matt looked to Antoine. Matt was clearly confused. It was readily apparent that he didn't know what had actually happened.
Antoine said, "Sensei twice put us into deep meditation and relaxation. I don't know what happened, what he did, or why... but then Sensei is like that. He's always giving and giving, and giving some more. He hates to see kids hurting... and well... what's really important is that he's no longer in pain from his injuries. I'm deeply indebted to he who brought new life to Matt. I don't know how I'll ever repay his generosities."
Mom replied, "You said that your Sensei is a giving person so there's probably nothing to repay, in fact he may be offended should you try to make right your desires to repay his giving. I would just imagine that he'd want you guys to be the best people you can be, and to perhaps pay it forward in some way. You know – to help someone else in their time of need."
Andy spoke up in awe, "Your scars are gone. How did he do that?"
Mom replied, "Honey, I somehow think how he did it doesn't matter."
Andy wasn't satisfied with mom's reply so he took the waistband of Peter's underwear, pulled it down past Matt's low hanging balls then paid attention to his hip where a huge, wide and long keloid scar had once existed: the skin looked totally normal. Andy then felt along the skin taking care to make sure that his eyes weren't playing tricks on him.
Andy then traced his fingers across Matt's chest, marveled how the defect along his sternum was gone, and how Matt's chest looked entirely normal. Matt's chest actually had the beginnings of very nice muscle definition. Matt appeared to have gained a little weight on his still relatively thin body... he actually appeared healthy and robust. Gone were the small little lines that had traversed his forehead.
Matt and Antoine were half starved since they'd not eaten much on the plane. Mom said, "Let's go feed you guys. We can't have you wasting away, and we can't have CPS called because of sustenance deprivation."
It was 1:30 in the morning so we all had a light night snack, and then turned in to sleep in our new beds and new house for the first time. I must add that I'm positive that the house was well christened with various and sundry bodily fluids created from rampant male testosterone hormones... at least plenty of male fluids were definitely exchanged within Peter's and my crib.
"Dad, can we go to the old house so we can swim?" Jeremy asked at breakfast two mornings later.
Dad replied, "Sorry guys. The pool's out of operation. It's being renovated. The kitchen is also being redone so there's no way to get to the pool. It's too dangerous for man or beast. Why don't you guys head down to Jesus' house?"
Mom added, "Jesus has been extremely anxious to see you guys. Jeremy's had to spend some time down there every day or every other day. I'm afraid he's been quite depressed. Go make his day."
Mom then turned pale as a white sheet. Without saying a word, she ran and stumbled to the bathroom and slammed the door.
Dad got up and headed to the bathroom to be with his wife, our mother. We all went to the bathroom door and hovered closely waiting for mom to exit.
Half an hour emerged before they exited the bathroom. Mom looked definitely sick, and her eyes were bloodshot from her violent expulsions of whatever had been in her stomach.
Jeremy, dad, and Peter helped her navigate to mom and dad's room. The door was shut when they left the room after getting mom settled in. Dad looked worried. My thoughts immediately returned to where we'd been before with...
Before I could go too far, dad said, "Mom's been sick every morning for about three weeks now. I thought it was just a bad case of nerves <Dad looked at Matt then Antoine then continued> but I don't think that's the case now. I'm going to call Dr. Miller to see if we can get her in to see him."
Later in the day we loaded into the Escalade then took off for University Hospital so that mom could see Dr. Miller. She got right in without waiting more than 5 minutes.
For obvious reasons the staff would not let 5 people into the little examination room. Several bad things passed through our ears as we painted worse case scenarios. The people in the waiting room looked at us like we were crazy or something ... Probably we were... uhm, no doubt.
Maybe an hour later, mom and dad exited the inner sanctum of the doctor's sanctuary. Gone were their worried looks. Instead there was peace on their faces. Mom said, "Let's go."
Instead of a short trip to the car we took off and went upstairs to another doctor's office. The inscription on the wall plaque read:
Sapperstein, Hill, Jung and Waters
Obstetrics and Gynecology, Inc.
Upon entering, mom went to the front desk where she received a bunch of paperwork to fill out. She sat down, and she staved off any questions, as did dad. It was a conspiracy!
I sat down in a chair next to Antoine. He was nervous as hell but didn't or wouldn't say anything. That is until an old biddy sitting on the other side of him said condescendingly, "What's this world coming to? Good god, with five brats already in the world, and another one on the way"... she then added hatefully, "Where did you come from? I tell ya it's just plain wrong when niggers screw with white people... it's a shame; and it's a sin!"
Mom overheard her disparaging words and started to say something however dad stopped her and walked over to the bitch. He was about to say something but Antoine beat him to it, he said, "Ma'am, you seem to have everything figured out so it will come to no great surprise to you when I say you're ignorant. You don't know anything about our family so perhaps you'll think twice about opening your ignorant mouth."
"WELL I NEVER! Humph." She said then marched to the front desk and demanded that we, especially that `darkie over there' get ejected from the office. OR ELSE!"
The receptionist too noted, and then a very annoyed look crossed her face; she said to the bag, "No ma'am they're not leaving. Please remove yourself from our office before I call security. You've caused us nothing but problems. Leave now. Find another practice to spew your hate in." The receptionist then spoke to mom, "We're ready for you. Come on back. I'm so sorry that you've had to be subjected to such a narrow minded old bag. Young man, please accept our most sincere apologies. Get out of here you old bag."
The old bag got in mom's face. She began to say something – that is until Antoine stood up and placed himself between mom and the bitch. He said, "You were told to leave. You're disrespecting my mother. If you need help to eject yourself from here then I'll be most happy to escort you to the parking lot. I'll even open the car door for you."
"Stay away from me you bastard."
Dad walked over to the old lady, he said, "You've been asked to leave. I'm telling you to leave before I call the police and have you charged with hate crimes against my son, and my family."
The bitch turned to leave but then turned back where she pointed a finger at mom and said, "God's gonna get ya, mark my word."
Dad blocked the bitch's spewing of green slimy shit toward mom and then Antoine opened the door leading out to the hallway. She had no alternative but to leave.
The receptionist said to all of us in the room, "Thank you. She's been a royal pain in our butts. Mrs. Blake, please accept our apologies. We're ready for you."
After a heartfelt hug, Antoine escorted mom into the inner sanctum of the doctor's office area and then returned, sat down quietly and began talking quietly with Matt.
Forty five minutes later, the receptionist came out of her cubical type office and said to us, "Come on back."
She then opened the door to the inner sanctum and led us back to the office at the end of the hall on the right side. Mom and dad were sitting and talking with a man with silver hair. He was plump and rotund and all were smiling heartily.
The guys then sat down on the floor however when I found a place to join them Antoine gently insisted that I sit in the last remaining chair. When we were all seated, with a smile on her face, mom said the words that would change our lives forever and ever, "Boys, I hate to spring this on you ... but... you're going to have a little sister to contend with. I'm two and a half months pregnant."
At first the room went dead silent ... that is until the news sank in about 2 seconds later at which time we enveloped mom and dad in a deep, deep hug that hopefully conveyed our love and happiness. When the group hug ended, at least for then, Dr. Silverstein said, "From all indications the child is healthy and is growing appropriately. Everything looks just fine." He then said to mom, "Mrs. Blake, I'd like to put you on a monthly office visit schedule to monitor your pregnancy."
They then started talking business. Just under the surface we were all busting with pent up exuberance.
The exuberance unleashed as soon as we got out of the building, asking mom a million questions, making a gazillion statements about having a girl in the family... all said with love and caring and affection.
After stopping in at a nice restaurant we took off for the hills and watched a beautiful sunset overtake the evening... it was exceptionally spectacular what with thin contrails of cirrus clouds off in the distance. A ship was seen traversing the horizon that created a kewl, really kewl backdrop.
When we arrived home, we escorted mom and dad to the TV room, put in a movie of their choice then took off for the kitchen, made up a humongous kettle of popcorn, sat down and joined them and then when it was over went to our bedrooms for the night.
While I went into our private bathroom and dumped a load of torpedoes into the sewer system David began running the water to fill the Jacuzzi to heat up the water so that we could spend some alone time talking about the events that had occurred, and became known that day.
When I returned to our bedroom, David was sitting on our bed stark naked with a bone to be proud of. I handed him his crutches then he headed into the bathroom to do the same thing I had done while I monitored the progress of filling the small pool in our bedroom.
The toilet flushed, the sink water turned on then off then David arrived. We hugged deeply, kissed passionately, trailed our hands across our bodies, tweaked our fully erected male glands, and then teased two puckers to the point where they were winking profusely in anticipation of what was surely to com. Unable to contain myself, I got up then turned off the water filling the Jacuzzi, returned to bed, looked all around for the body lotion but couldn't find it anywhere. I basically ransacked all our drawers looking for that which would enable us to couple intimately.
Weary watching me, David said, "Come on babe. Let's go take a shower. We always have a backup plan."
That said, we entered the shower, soaped up good and then had our way with each other in the most intimate of joining known to man and beast. David was exceptionally weak from our exertions. I wasn't much better but still was able to help David navigate to our bed where we lay down, where we reveled in our recent coupling and relaxation. I still wasn't satisfied however. David's member, too, was not yet fully relaxed.
Being that we were squeaky clean, I went down on David, lifted his legs high in the air and gave him a wonderful, as evidenced by his moans and groans of ecstasy, rim job. Deep, deeper, and deepest went my tongue in his most private of places. I wasn't yet done with titillating every sense in his body so I went down lower and lower all the way down to his toes. When I began my ascent up from his stump, I felt something `different' just underneath the skin on his leg with the stump. I became concerned when David pulled my head away from that area and placed my lips and tongue right on his prong. He jettisoned a load of nectar deep down my throat, nearly choking me – but – I took each and every drop of his offering.
Between the mouthfuls of David's sweet tasting natural lubricant I once again tongued his canal adequately, and then pronged him for all I was worth.
Fully satisfied, spent and exhausted we fell off into a deep, deep slumber, totally oblivious to the world and everyone and everything in it.
*** Meanwhile in Jeremy's room
Shortly after going to bed, Jeremy picked up his cell phone, called his Jason, turned on the camera, pointed it to his wildly erect prong and then began jacking off ferociously as Jason looked on in the window of his own phone. Soon, very soon, he too was jack hammering his hot spear of pleasure until it ejaculated, spraying his chin, neck, chest and belly with his offerings just as Jeremy shot his load on the same areas.
*** And then there was Andy in his own shower pounding away on his pud until he too shot thin boy streams of orgasmic bliss all over the clear glass shower door glass. He carefully examined it after coming down from his orgasmic high. He was very pleased that his jizz was taking on a deeper, richer texture, although it was still far away from being thick and ropy as were his older brothers' offerings.
*** Of course, there were hot steamy couplings going on in Allen and Angel's Jacuzzi that would surely require the water to be changed and the jets cleaned before they clogged up. Spent and satiated, they fell asleep with water swirling all around them causing their then soft and satiated cocks to bob gently deep underwater.
*** Then there again... William was, much to his dismay, since he thoroughly identified as hetero, was thinking of Andy's cock deep up and inside in his recesses, pounding away in his butt. But, William wasn't dreaming all that much during his sex play... truth is that he was fingering his butthole until he shot his wad all over his abdomen.
*** Last but certainly not least – Antoine was bent over the toilet, moaning and groaning his delights as Matt pummeled his behind with his raging hot, solid steel piston. At the very last moment, Matt took his member to new heights then blew everything he had into he who he loved more than anyone in the whole wide world.
When Matt spilt his seed, Antoine took him to their bed where he snaked his ample male endowment deep within Matt then slowly, meticulously and determinedly worked himself into a total frenzy. Instead of pounding Matt for all he was worth, Antoine slowly, gently, but fully engulfed Matt's prostate capsule with at least a gallon of sweet, tangy and steaming hot nectar. That's how they fell asleep, Antoine's member fully and completely embedded in he who he loved (and still does) with all his heart and soul.
The next few weeks flew by. Mom continued with her morning sickness. Her belly grew and grew to epic proportions. Dr. Sapperstein assured all concerned that her pregnancy was progressing as planned, and that her girth was totally within the normal ranges.
*** September 25th
Mom and I had our doctor visits scheduled for the same day. I also had an appointment with Alex to adjust my Leg to accommodate my height and weight changes. My back had been hurting somewhat. Dad had measured my height and weight. I was almost 2 inches taller and 7 pounds heavier than when it had been last adjusted.
Mom's appointment was first. I was allowed in the ultrasound room while she had the test done. The technician took great lengths to show me the baby's features, and confirmed that the little girl was indeed a girl and not a boy because of the absence of the tell tale male appendage. I was happy... so long as the little one were happy and healthy – that's all that mattered.
Dr. Sapperstein confirmed that everything was proceeding as expected, that there were no problems, and that a normal delivery was anticipated in about 6 months. Our questions were answered professionally, efficiently, and caringly.
My appointment with Dr. Miller was on the other side of the building and down 3 flights of stairs. His office had moved to more modern and spacious facilities. Before mom and I had visited with her doctor, I'd received several x-rays of my legs, hips, pelvis, chest and my skull. Blood had been drawn from the laboratory still located within an arms' length from Dr. Sapperstein. All are routine and have been performed since I had cancer.
When we arrived in Dr. Miller's office, I was informed that Dr. Miller had been called out on an emergency and would not be back in the office until late afternoon, and did we want to wait or could I see Dr. Borkwin. Dr. Borkwin's kewl... he took really good care of Matt during his hospital stay so the switch was just fine. That and I could tell that mom was getting tired. The hospital is huge. We'd done a lot of walking. I too was getting sore. My back was hurting – not too bad though... just an ache right above the cleft, the area that Peter likes so well... my mind started drifting to our interlude into passion the night before. I responded in the typical way. Not the time... I was changing into the gown that separated my naked body from the rest of the world, or so it seemed.
Mom had stepped out while I undressed. She's like that, always thinking of others. We ran around the house naked all the time, but somehow she treated a doctor's office as something different. I didn't say anything but did open the door once my gown was tied adequately. She stepped in. I gestured to a chair. She sat down after we quickly hugged just as Dr. Borkwin knocked on the door then entered.
Mom said, "I'm going to step outside. I'll be in the hallway if you need me. You should have your privacy."
"Mom, it's okay. Really it is... but thanks."
After mom sat back down in the chair Dr. Borkwin asked, "How have you been doing? Any pain or discomfort, or have you had any problems with balance or walking?"
"No, not really, well, my back hurts sometimes. It's not bad or anything... mostly, it's just annoying. I have an appointment with Alex after we leave here. I've grown taller since I saw him last. It's time to get an adjustment." I said while knocking on my Leg. "Oh wait, my brother Peter... we found a sore spot on my stump... I just need an adjustment with the prosthesis."
Mom looked at me with surprise written all across her face. Immediately I felt ashamed. Quickly I said, "Dr. Borkwin, Peter's my husband, I'm sorry."
I started thinking to myself... why did I feel that I had to lie about Peter and my relationship? He meant the world to me. He's the only person in the whole world who really understands me, knows me to the core, and who's made love with me in the most intimate of ways.
"Peter, being gay is okay in my books. I believe we're given a blueprint to live long before we're born. I need for you to be totally honest with me. You've some challenges to face during your life. Honesty is the best bet. Shall we get on with your examination? Do you want your mother to be here? Today's teenagers are very modest shall we say?"
"No, it's okay. I have nothing to hide from her, and I have nothing that she hasn't seen before."
Mom rolled her eyes then snickered.
With that little issue of no concern straightened out, Dr. Borkwin began his examination by looking in my eyes with a bright light to which I found myself extremely sensitive to and turned my head away. He continued with my ears, neck, and chest, deep in my armpits, my breast area, and then my back. When he got to my lower back the ache intensified but it wasn't sharp by any means. He then had me raise my legs, individually and then together. That mimicked the discomfort I'd been experiencing for the past few weeks. He asked some questions, and after I answered he continued by examining my belly, and then my genitals, and then my rectum and anus.
He then thoroughly examined my leg stump, made some notations and took some measurements and then turned to my right leg where he carefully examined each and every inch. I did not realize I was sore in many places. When he pushed on my knee I about came off the table. He finished by carefully examining my toes, and then he went back to my belly and began pushing deeply there and in my groin. Dr. Borkwin's expression never changed throughout the examination. He remained professional but he was gentle at the same time.
"Okay David, you can get dressed. Peggy, would you join me in my office while David gets dressed, please?"
That said, they both left the exam room. I put on my underwear then my Leg. Once that was accomplished I then finished getting dressed. I wished I'd brought my crutches...
After stopping the restroom to pee, I headed down to Dr. Borkwin's office. Mom and Dr. Borkwin were talking but stopped when I entered. Mom looked none too well. I attributed her tired appearance to all the walking we'd done, waiting for doctors, waiting for my tests to be completed, and most importantly – her pregnancy. Oh God when will I be so much less selfish?
Dr. Borkwin carefully looked the x-rays which were projected onto a large whiteboard. He then pulled up my lab work and displayed it in another section of the screen. He then pulled up comparative pictures of the same areas and displayed them on the same screen for all to see. He said fondly, "We purchased this system from your dad' company a few weeks ago. We're impressed with it."
I looked at everything on the display, nodded then said, "I didn't know that dad's company was into medical software... I'd thought he was limited to security stuff."
After some idle chit chat, Dr. Borkwin turned serious. He began to speak however mom's phone interrupted what he was about to say.
Mom answered on the fourth ring after fishing the phone out of her purse: "Hi honey. What's up?"
"Everything was just fine.
"Yes, we're still here. Where are you?"
"Their offices have moved to the T building. We'll wait for you."
"I love you too. See you in a few."
I looked to mom, she said, "That was your dad. You know how he is about getting all turned around."
I snickered knowing that what she said was the gospel truth. Dad is the owner of a multi-million dollar business yet he does in fact get lost and turned around easily. Mom rolled her eyes and then in all seriousness said to Dr. Borkwin, "My husband, David's father is on his way."
Dr. Borkwin caught mom's drift then said while getting up from his desk and heading to the door, "I have another patient to attend to; I'll be back in a few minutes after your husband arrives."
That said, Dr. Borkwin exited his office and closed the door behind him leaving mom and I alone.
I looked at mom then carefully, and with deliberate calculation dropped the bombshell of the century, "The cancer's back isn't it?"
Mom evaded, "Dr. Borkwin said he'd be back in a few minutes to talk with us. Let's just let him tell us what we're looking at, okay?" She didn't really evade, she was putting herself together.
Immediately I got angry, not red hot angry, just pissed, "That's what they told me when my mom got sick. They said she'd be okay. They said I worried too much. They said my worries were unfounded. They were wrong."
I got up and then started pacing back and forth in Dr. Borkwin's office. When that didn't dissipate my anger I walked to the door, opened it then began pacing the hallway... back and forth and back and forth and back and forth and back and forth. Unable to contain myself, I left the doctor's office then headed down the hallway but was stopped when dad exited the elevator.
I crumpled to the floor and began sobbing hysterically. Dad immediately picked me up in his strong arms and held me close while I cried and cried and cried. "Dad, my cancer's back. It's really bad."
"Oh son. Where's mom?"
"I'm right here. David Allen Blake, do not ever walk away from me like that. I'm here with you all the way until my very last breath, young man. You have some challenges ahead but that doesn't mean that you're old enough, strong enough and tough enough to handle it on your own though you do have a very hard head. You can thank your dad for that, do you understand me?" Mom said. She was pissed. She had fire in her eyes, yet that fire did not heat up and dry off the tears that were threatening to fall down her beautiful face.
"Don't you dare David. Don't you dare, young man. Don't you even think about quitting or giving up because if you do I'll thrash your butt into the next county, are we understood?" Dad said parentally, leaving no room for doubt.
By then a group of people were milling about sizing us up, determining if anyone was in any danger, deciding what to do next. Dad allayed their concerns with a terse statement, "This is a family matter. You'll have to excuse us, or not. Mind your own business."
With that said, dad immediately put me on my feet then with mom on one side with her arm around my waist, and with dad on the other side, also with his arm around my shoulders we headed back down to Dr. Miller and Dr. Borkwin's offices without another word. I knew better than to say anything for fear that dad would indeed thrash my butt into the next country, not county, not a typo, the next country.
The nurse at the desk said Dr. Borkwin was waiting for us and then she escorted us back to his office where we sat down while Dr. Borkwin brought up some additional x-rays on the monitor screen.
He said, "David, your x-rays and lab tests came back abnormal. I'm afraid that your cancer has returned with a vengeance. I'm going to be totally honest with you..."
In the silence, I nodded my understanding then he went on to say, "I've spoken to your oncologist, Dr. Harwood earlier today. He wants to see you this afternoon so that an aggressive chemotherapy regimen can be planned out for you and started immediately."
I had to know the answer to the age old question... "How long do I have?"
"That's hard to say..."
With a fierce determination to get an answer to my question I restated it much more forcibly, "How long do I have?"
"David, many advances in cancer treatment have come along since your first occurrence."
I started to speak but Dr. Borkwin cut me off. "On the outside I'd say 6 months at the most. Chemo might buy you a month or two, I'm sorry. David, cancer treatment changes day by day. New treatments become available very rapidly, plus there are many trials showing very promising results. What I want to impress on you is to not quit."
Dad's face was ashen. Mom had tears threatening to spill at any second. I was angry and determined to not let it beat me down.
In the quiet of the moment, still hugging, still transferring our energies into each other, and receiving all at the same time, Peter called.
So much for fancy phones... as soon as I pulled it out of my pocket my heart sank with embarrassment. Peter was giving a live performance by waiving his magic fully elongated appendage of flesh located in his south of the border geography. Quickly, I turned the phone away from their vision and then answered it, "Hello there hot dog. You had an audience babe. Uhm, mom and dad are here with me in the doctor's office." I offered.
"Oh shit. Oh God. Oh crap. Sorry mom. Sorry dad. Uhm... Oh damn, hold on David, I'm gonna get dressed." Peter stuttered and stammered profusely.
Mom was smiling. Dad was mortified. I didn't know what to say do or think...so the first natural guttural instinct was to snicker.
When Peter picked up his phone, he was dressed in jeans and a button up shirt. That cracked me up, I began laughing hysterically.
That broke the tension in the room. Mom sat back down holding her head in her hands. I saw tear drops leaking through her fingers but when I went to her she had an embarrassed smile on her face... she was feeling so many emotions right then and there that none made any sense to me.
I idly chit chatted with Peter for a moment until dad cleared his throat giving me the implication that, reluctantly, we needed to get back to the conversation we were having before Peter had called.
I said nothing about what we had been talking about to Peter. It was something that I needed to tell him in person.
"David, with your permission I will transmit your medical records to Dr. Harwood, and then make an appointment at his earliest opportunity."
I nodded. Dad said, "Please do that, thank you." Mom said quietly, "Where do we go from here?"
Dr. Borkwin clicked some buttons on the computer. He said, "You have an appointment with Dr. Harwood on 1:30 Monday afternoon. I've transmitted your x-rays, lab work and our previous visits. David, keep a positive attitude. Keeping a positive been proven to be a major benefactor to survival. I wish I had better news to tell you today, but know that we'll do everything known to medicine to get you past this bump in the road."
I sat down with mom in the waiting room while dad took care of the fees and making an appointment back with Dr. Borkwin in two weeks. She took my hand in hers, squeezed lightly, looked at me then smiled with nothing but love emanating from her being.
Just as we were leaving a young child came hobbling in. He was maybe 9 or 10 years old. He had no legs. He had only 1 arm. His face was disfigured. Yet he was smiling and bubbling. He bumped into me. When we touched I felt nothing but positive energies coming from him. The energy was high enough that I shuddered... it was almost like electricity, a pleasant electrical charge at that.
After arriving home, we sat in the Escalade, not saying a word to each other. We were each processing our thoughts, our emotions, our hopes, a strategy for getting past the obstacle in the way and making it somehow work.
I guess my conclusions that ended up with me thinking only positive thoughts, I said, "Mom? Dad?"
Both turned around in their seats and looked at me. "I need to tell Peter myself, okay? Please? Uhm, dad, do you remember when ... I guess I wasn't supposed to know it. You and Peter talked several times... uhm, you know, I mean, like on your knees. Can we do that? I don't know how to tell Peter." I said totally lost for words. It was like my senses all went numb. I no longer felt anything. I could no longer formulate words in my mind, much less say anything. I wasn't sad. I wasn't angry. I wasn't happy. I wasn't hopeful, and I wasn't destitute, and I wasn't crying, and I felt so alone, and then I'd feel not alone, and then I'd feel alone, and then I wouldn't, and then I saw a flicker of light at the end of a very long, torturous, winding, dark tunnel.
I remember woodenly getting out of the car but not much else for a while. When I exited from a trance like state, dad, mom and I were being held firmly in each others' arms. We were kneeling by the side of their bed saying words that I don't remember what they were to this day.
My next conscious awareness were Jeremy then Peter then Allen then Angel then Andy all gathered around grouped together in a family hug. Peter, of course, wormed his way inside the inner circle, clasped my hand in his then he said, "I'm with you all the way. I love you. I'll be by your side."
He then reached his face down and kissed my ring. I raised his hand up to my lips and kissed it firmly followed by a kiss to his lips where I held it.
Jeremy very quietly asked, "What's wrong David? We're here. Remember, and never forget that it's all for one and one for all around this home."
With a strength I didn't know existed, I said the words, "My cancer's back. It's bad guys. Six months, maybe 7, maybe 8 if we're lucky."
"Hey mom, hey dad, hey brothers, uhm, oh sorry, excuse me." Antoine's voice said from the doorway, "Sup?"
I turned around. I'd never seen Antoine scared before but his dark color appeared to be several shades lighter. He asked, "What's wrong?"
Amazingly, with a strength I knew was deep down in Peter's being but hadn't seen but only once, Peter said, "David's cancer is back. It's returned. It's bad but that isn't going to stop us from loving, supporting, and making each day count as if it were the last one. Right David?"
"Right. I'll get right on it."
Mom said, "Can we all kneel here and say our good words to He who can help in all situations? God give us strength to endure and conquer with your love and grace as our strength."
Dad took that whole next week off, the guys were dismissed from classes, Jesus came to visit, Jason and William hung around a lot, Horace and Alice came to dinner each and every night, Momacita hung almost nonstop cleaning up after us guys which I was grateful for because then mom didn't have to toil around 6 guys, picking up, cleaning up, and whatever. We all somehow managed to find laughter in everything we did... we'd find something to laugh about even if there wasn't anything apparent to laugh about.
On Friday of that week, Dr. Miller called. He said a new treatment modality had been developed for patients with the kind, and extent, of cancer that I had, and that results were promising, and that he wanted me to see the oncologist. Mom, dad, and the guys deferred the decision to me. Nobody forced anything. There were no cajoling efforts made, no threats, no tears, no anger, no lawyer type talk, no reasoning, and no guilt trips given, taken or implied on any front.
I don't know why it is but when you find out something about your body, something that causes discomfort then the discomfort seems to be bigger, or is it that we're more aware of it, and then the heightened awareness... it seemed like a viscous circle.
In any event, Andy and William were the comedians with their shenanigans. Soon, Jesus joined in... he was so cute with his broken English, big huge Eagle eyes shining brightly. He worshipped the ground Jeremy stood on. Every day, early, they'd head down the beach, go through their routines, and then play, talk, play some more. It was nice to watch.
One day when mom, dad, Angel, Allen, and even David were away on errands and such, I went snooping because the house was `too' quiet. The younger ones had been left in my care. I'd made lunch from leftovers, fed them, and then shooed them away so I could write more on this story without them under foot (ha haa, never happened). Anyway, I found them. They were under the high deck on the back of the house where there's a lot of shade, and solitude. I'd been there myself – sometimes with David and sometimes not.
When they saw me they smiled and did not miss a beat, other than Jesus who invited me to join them. They'd laid towels on the soft sand, had their drinks in close proximity. Andy later on said that they had just begun doing what adolescent boys do. When I smiled after looking down at my somewhat elongated pole of pleasure and then them I decided to join in their circle jerk. The boys were cute in that they insisted on cuddling to make the experience more enjoyable, more cohesive, bonding, and comforting.
We each reached our moment close together. I was surprised when Jesus reached over and began licking seedlings from my belly. He insisted. He didn't go `too far' by actually licking cocks; he just licked pubes and penis bases. When I felt stirrings, he seemed to have sensed it and quit. He then did the same for Andy and William. I thought it was cute. No foul. No harm.
That's how Peter found us a few hours later, all cuddled up together, and asleep. He took pictures then at dinner time displayed them for all to see.
The following day, after showers were taken, lights were out and, Peter, as he had been doing since my diagnosis gave me a nice backrub rubbing away with his gentle way all the tensions of the day. He usually didn't linger at the dimple in the center of that where God split me in half, and he didn't that day as well ... until, that is, when I asked him to please go deeper and deeper. I, ha haa, complained, somewhat because his finger, all three of them that we usually use to limber up the muscles, wasn't scratching the itch deep down in my being. Peter's perceptive. Have I said that before? Probably! Yeah, I have.
In any event, Peter snickered and then lay on top, aimed his ample maleness, easily entered, then for the next hour and a half we made love. Even when he lost his composure at orgasm time he was gentle. It was a beautiful experience for the both of us.
When our moment passed, Peter rolled off and then we meshed side to side, and while our physical bodies connected, it was our minds that became one... at least in that space of undetermined slice of time. The speck of light became brighter every time we connected. At some point during the night we fell into a restful, peaceful, tranquil, relaxing and resilient slumber.
When morning arrived, or at least conscious morning that is, we were greeted by one very happy camper who climbed into bed with us and nestled in – totally naked and dripping wet from head to toe, giggling, urging, and finally insisting... slowly I opened my eyes only to be greeted by one happy, smiling Jesus. Without encouragement, without prompting, without any reservations whatsoever he leaned down and kissed me tenderly on my lips. He lingered for a moment. The moment was not uncomfortable, not at all. He then reached to Peter and provided him with his good morning offerings.
"There you are. I've been looking all over for you." Antoine said from the doorway, hesitant to enter.
I said, "Come on in Antoine. We seem to have one very wet and naked boy in our bed, would you like to join him?"
Antoine walked in, disrobed to his underwear then crawled into bed with us and then he put his head down and started weeping, his tear drops dropping onto my exposed chest and shoulders. I put my arm around him and held him tight as he finally allowed his emotions to fall where they lay. There was so much love in that bed that it's indescribable at this time. Before nature demanded that we break up, all of us guys were hunkered down, kissing, hugging, holding, giggling, laughing, crying, then more hugs, kisses, holding, giggling, laughing, and so on and so forth until we were into a total peaceful and serene bundle of arms, legs, rigid then soft then rigid and then soft sighs as one then another then another released his tensions onto a body lying next to, on top of, below, sandwiched and or caressed into a happy state. I can't say it was a sexual adventure at all. It just happened just as it was supposed to happen. Other than a flinch and a sense of wetness there was no evidence of rocket ships blasting off for that oh so distant yet close planet called Nirvana – not in the least – yet our experience was totally fulfilling leaving nothing wanted or needed.
Some time later, mom and dad entered our room. Oh don't get me wrong, we were very aware of their presence – you see, by then our needs or whatever it was were met, our bonding was complete. Nothing could have stopped it from happening, and I mean nothing. I'm sure the sight before them was ... I don't know what they would have seen other than some naked butts because the peckers were all surely covered by at least one body in our tangle of love and bonding and togetherness in a most intimate yet non-sexually intended situation.
From the mass of human flesh, the words drifted from my mouth, "I love my family. Mom, we need a shower." And then I broke up giggling my head off. Andy, always being the comedian piped up, "Yeah mom we definitely need a shower. We're a mess."
In broken English Jesus said, "Happy mess."
As we were lying in a tangle of arms, legs, appendages, brought together by another challenge in our lives a thought readily came to mind in how to handle the situation – provided all were agreeable.
As soon as we broke away from our interlude into a peaceful situation with all our brothers, plus one, Matt took me aside into our room where he shut and locked the door, turned to me and said, "Come on lover boy, I have something to talk about. Let's do it while taking a shower. I feel sort of sticky <giggling>."
"Your wish is my command." I replied then pulled him in for a deep, deep hug. Together we entered the bathroom, took care of business. While Matt was finishing his deposit I got the water temperature to `just right'.
When Matt arrived, I began my ministrations by washing his hair. He rinsed when I was finished. I then used a washcloth to wipe the excess water from his hair and then washed his face taking care to not get any soap in them.
After rinsing and using the washcloth once again to wipe the excess water from his eyes, I said, "I've got an idea..."
*** To be continued
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