Date: Fri, 26 Oct 2012 22:23:45 -0700 (PDT)
From: John Gerald <connectwriter@yahoo.com>
Subject: Peter's Story 22

				Chapter 22

"So does this strap go over here or over here?" Peter asked, waving the
small plastic handle in the air to Marty, who was on the side of the car
strapping in Chessy.

"Like this," he replied, unbuckling the metal clip and then reconnecting it
and the multiple straps across her Minnie Mouse shirt. "Does that make
sense?"

"Oh, yeah, I get it now," Peter replied.  "I'll have Bik check me out here,
but I think it's right.

Just as the words came out of his mouth, he glanced over and saw Bik
approach the back of the van with the last piece of their luggage.

"Give me a sec while I throw this in the back, then I'll take a look at
your work," he replied as he kneeled on the back bumper and stuffed a
duffel bag on top of what had become a mountain of bags, boxes and toys
stacked in the back of the van.  For a moment, he tried to open up a small
crevice to give him a view back, then just said `heck with it' and pushed
himself back out of the cave that the back end had become.

There was a grunt as he had to give the overhead door a bit of help to
secure the latch. "OK, here comes the inspector," he said as he approached
Peter's side of the car.

The rear seat had sliding doors on both sides, so it was a wide open view
to Brady's seat.

"Well," Bik started off.  "You've got him facing backwards, so the first
step is correct.  Good job, bro."

"Very funny!' Peter replied, his mouth curled up to put as much sarcasm
into his voice as he could muster as Marty just chuckled.

"OK! OK! Sorry, didn't realize the newbie could be so sensitive," he said
as he peered over his son's seat and proceeded to check each of the
straps."

"OK, Brady, did he do it right?" he asked his son.

Brady's head bobbed a bit, seemed to smile, then gurgled up some spit.

"I think that means `yes,' Peter. You've passed," he said to his brother as
he patted his son's head, and then reached over onto Marty's side.  "Looks
like you've passed, too, Marty," he said after he again tested each of the
straps.

"You'll be wishing that you had these newbies on the other end when you
unload this beast," Peter said as he reached over and pushed an errant
stuffed giraffe back behind the seat.

Bik didn't say anything for a moment as he pulled himself from out of the
car and looked back at his the kids.  "I have to say, you're right about
that. In all seriousness, you guys really did so much this week," he said
as he looked at Marty then at his brother.  "We both really appreciate it.'

"It was our pleasure," Marty replied as he held Chessy's hand. "They were
both real champs all week. It was fun."

"We'll, I know it wasn't always fun, stinky diapers get old real fast. But
you did both of us a lot of good. I think that Laura really got a lot
better this week, mostly because of your help. So thanks again for
everything."

"Well, I hope that it did help Laura, and both of you.  Like we said, it
really was great for us. We can't wait to see you all again, "he said, then
added, "which will be...?"

"No later than Christmas, if not before. We'd like to have you all come to
Chicago, but the whole family won't nearly fit.  Even though it's a hassle
to pack up and all that, we both think it's better that we just come back
here. But next time for longer than just a few days."

"Yes, the food is really good and the baby sitters are on call 24 hours,"
Laura said as she approached the car.

"You doing OK?" Bik asked her as she was handed him a bottle of water for
the trip.

"Better than when we got here. For the first time in months, I'm actually
feeling like I'm getting my energy back. I'm not sure what is is, but I
don't feel so tired anymore."

Both Marty and Peter thought that she looked and sounded better. When she
had arrived she almost had to be helped out of the car, but now she had
even helped to load it back up, though she made her contribution more with
the number of trips rather than the size of her loads.

And instead of the sweatpants and pullovers that she was wearing when she
was mostly housebound early in the visit, she was now wearing shorts and a
blue linen top. Her long blond hair was carefully tied up at the back of
her head, no longer just loosely draped about her shoulders in its most
low-maintenance state.  The fashionable sandals, rather than sneakers,
we're the final signs of her return to normal life.

"You know, It will be really great to actually be a mom now, if I can keep
my energy up. I've been kind of jealous watching you guys doing it," she
said with a laugh.

"But you both have done so much. You've really helped to pull us through
all this, especially this week. Thanks again," she said as she kissed both
guys on the check before looking inside the car at her kids.

"Everyone OK in there?"

At first they seemd to acknowledged her presence, then went back to their
own little worlds, fussing, twisting and looking all around from their car
seats as they seemed to be trying to figure out what exactly was going on
around them.

Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out a wad of tissue to wipe Brady's
nose. "You're going to miss Uncle Peter doing this for you every five
minutes, aren't you," she asked as she cleaned up around his face.

"It looked like he had a doozy of a cold after that ear infection, so it's
been non-stop trouble for that poor little guy," Peter said as he looked
over her shoulder. "He'll probably fall asleep real soon anyway.  I gave
him that bottle a few minutes ago, and that usually gets him pretty tired."

"Well, I'm hoping that they enjoy the drive going home as much as they did
coming here," Bik replied. "The both slept most of the time, except when
they were eating and pooping. And we only had to make one pit stop for them
when the smell got to be a bit much," he added.

"Anyway, we need to shove off if we're going to make it back to Chicago at
some reasonable time," he continued. "We said good by to Dad and Pop before
they left for Aunt Hana's a few minutes ago, so I guess we'll give you your
goodbyes now." he said as he reached over to Marty's shoulder.

As they all stared to exchange farewells, Marty put both arms around Bik
and then felt himself pulled into the familiar bear hug that all of Peter's
family gave him.

"Take care of him, OK?" Bik whispered into his hear.  Then, in a much
louder voice so that everyone could hear, "But don't' take any crap from
him, either!"

Laura rolled her eyes and smiled as she let go of Peter and then put her
arms around Marty.  "You can ignore him sometimes, "she said a she kept up
her smile.

The her tone became more serious.  "It looks like you've had quite a
summer, here, huh?" That model you built really made everyone proud and you
made some good money on it, too."

"Yeah, there were even pictures of it in the newpapar, with the Mayor and
everyone else. Very cool!" Peter added.

It had been a good experience, but the joke between him and Mike was that
while he did in fact make all the money he thought he would, his hourly
rate ended up being more like that of a burger flipper than a professional
woodworker.  During the final production week he figured that he worked
almost 80 hours.

"Well, the best part was with all of you here. Chessy and Brady are so
great, and having everyone else around was...really...wonderful. I'll miss
you all."

"Well miss you too, all of us, but I think especially Chessy. You've really
made a connection to her," she responded.  "And like I've said, you've done
more for us than you'll ever realize, Marty."

Then she whispered in his ear. "Not only for the kids, but for
Peter. You're his whole world. Remember that," she added, but before he
could reply she just smiled again turned to get in the front passenger seat
as Bik slide the kids' door closed.

"What did she say to you there," Peter asked as they watched the heavily
loaded mini-van lumber up to the stop sign at the corner. He had his hands
in his pockets of his plaid shorts as they stood next to each other.

Marty leaned over and bumped into him with his hip. "Nothing much, just
saying goodbye."

						***

I kind of miss everybody already," Marty said as he wrapped the belt loop
of his jeans onto the hook on the face of their closet door. Robert and
Rhonda had left the evening before and Bik and Laura were probably already
on the turnpike and the house got that kind of hollowness that happens when
kids aren't around anymore.  Peter had finished his shower and they were
both now down to just their boxers and t-shirts, ready to go to bed before
heading back to school the next day.

"Yeah, me too." Peter replied.  "I'm still a little worried about Brady. I
hope that infection doesn't flare up again. You could tell that he was
really feeling bad," he said as he reached up to take out his hearing aid.

Kicking his slippers underneath the bed as he approached Peter from behind,
Marty wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled their bodies
together. "You really felt for him. And I think he knew that.  I could tell
that he reacted to you."

"Well, I wish I was sure of that. He was really a hurtin' little guy. I
don't know what's really on a kid's mind, of course, but I really do think
that he got better.  You could definitely tell that," he said as leaned
back into the hard flesh behind him. He was so distracted, and content,
that he didn't even finish pulling out his hearing aid.

Peter reached down and gently pulled at a few of the short blond strands
that covered the back of the hands that embraced him. "mmm...," he sighed
as he lightly pressed himself into Marty.

For his part, Marty was equally in the moment. `What is it about this guy
that smells so good!' he thought to himself.  And just holding Peter like
this got him so horny.  Even though they had seen a full day bon voyages,
their own packing, last minute sightseeing and even hours of mundane
cleanup, his own energy level was high. Or, rather, with Peter in his grasp
his vigor and spirit began to rapidly recharge.

And just for that moment nothing else in the world existed. It was blissful
to stand there together with his boy and just soak up his presence. Slowly
he began to sway of their bodies from side to side. it wasn't to music or a
clock . It was more to rhythms of their mutual heartbeats.

The only even mild distraction was seeing Peter's half-removed hearing aid
almost dangling out is ear. He was going to try to retrieve the piece, but
then thought he'd just leave it it.  `What was the hurry?'

The two dogs were lying next to the bed, the sound of the slow breathing
the only sign of their presence. Just outside the door the hum of the
aquarium filter, the artificial lungs of the underwater city, was another
sign of the life around them. `Witnesses,' Marty thought and smiled, as he
nuzzled his face into Peter's hair.

His loose grip allowed him to feel the subtle in-and-out of Peter's chest
as he took in each individual breath. Unlike most people, Peter couldn't
take the ease of breathing for granted and moments like this gave Marty his
greatest peace of mind. `Enjoy it while you can,' he thought to himself.

He continued to revel in the man that he had in his arms. `How lucky he
was,' he thought each time he inhaled.  There was no smell in the world to
compete with his boy's.. It was so unique, it was only Peter. He felt like
he tried to soak up every molecule of it, but would never be able to get
enough. He wasn't sure what was on Peter's mind, but the steadily
increasing weight against him felt better and better.

In spite of the idyll, however, certain urges of the flesh began to creep
in.  The scent, the skin, the hair right in his face all conspired together
to slowly arouse his other parts. He decided to try to ignore them, pretend
they weren't there, just focus on the moment.

Just feel him breath in and out, each one seemingly effortless and
natural. He knew better what the real situation was with Peter, or
course. But these few moments let him ignore all that.

The only increase he caught in breathing...was his own!

He wanted to control it. Like he told himself, just `enjoy the moment.'
But like a chemical mix where one slight deviation could cause an
explosion, the man that he held in his arms, who gave his such peace, also
gave him virtually uncontrollable lust. And cravings that wouldn't be
denied.

He tried to listen to listen to the better angel inside himself.  `Do I
want to leave this peace? Peter is feeling good and he's breathing OK and
he's calm. And he's in your arms....what else could you want?'

But then another one of those `voices inside' butted in.  'Man, you've got
this incredible stud in your arms. You'd love to fuck him, Just love it!
and he wants it too, you know he does. Christ, he won't let you out of bed
when he's in heat...do it, fuck him...He wants it just as bad.'

`You know how he is,' the voice continued, `he can never get enough.
Jesus, he can spend a whole hour just licking and sucking on you. And don't
say you don't enjoy it. Those three or four or however fucking many orgasms
you had the other day weren't exactly forced out of you,' Marty squeezed
his eyes shut, trying to get the little demon out of his mind.

But the demon wasn't quite done.

`You know that he'd like you to make the move right now. He's throwing
himself at you, practically crawling up your ass right now. Just turn him
around. As soon as your chest rubs against his, or he feels your hard prick
against his...man... he's yours!'

It was an even match at the start.  But this night was quickly overpowering
the competition.  It wasn't always such an uneven match. But the mood, the
time and the prolonged close exposure made for a more than potent
combination.

He was about to grind his dick into Peter's behind, in fact just on the
verge of it, his hard ass cheeks had already clenched, when he suddenly
felt like he was supporting all of Peter's weight. He was still on his
feet, but Marty could tell that he was the only thing holding him
up. 'Something happened,' he told himself, then it was clear.

And it had.  Peter had fallen asleep.

Where just moments before his hard cock could almost not be controlled and
was on the verge of slamming into Peter's tight ass, he suddenly lost the
hard sexual tension that he was building up.  Thwarted again!

There was only one thing that he had to focus on now: getting Peter into
bed.

Not that he should have been surprised by the turn of events. Peter had
incredible sexual stamina in the mornings. But at night it was often a
different story. Especially after a long day Peter would usually conk out
before him, though not often in as dramatic fashion as this.

In one of those times that it had occurred in a somewhat similar vein he
had actually came in his pants as he held a sleeping Peter in his arms,
desperately trying to control his thrusts against the hard, slim hips in
front of him.  Now, he just smiled about it. As their relationship went on,
he was getting to understand Peter's rhythms and cycles and just adjusted
himself. Besides, he know exactly what would happen in the morning, even
though they had a long trip ahead back to school.

He paused, trying to figure out what should be done. He could just defend
the status quo, keeping them both standing there and allow Peter to keep
sleeping. But he didn't know how long he himself could stay standing and
not collapse both of them.

Or he could try to carry him into bed, picking him up either completely
like in a Firemen's Carry or just enough to take his feet off of the
ground.  But in either case the pressure to pick him up would almost surely
disturb the sleep.

Settling on his last idea, he only slightly firmed up his grip on Peter and
began to slowly drag him around the edge of the bed, still `standing." He
cringed when Peter's leg seemed to catch on the corner of the bedpost, but
was able to manouvre around that and get him gently seated on the edge of
the mattress. He wasn't sure how he was going to get the blanket pulled
back, but first things first.

With one hand he held on to his back while reaching over with the other to
gather all the pillows into a pile against the headboard.

Once he had him leaning into the pillows he reached over to remove his
hearing aid, which was halfway out of his ear already from his earlier
abandoned attempt.  Luckily, Peter was wearing a fairly large device that
he could grab without a major disturbance.  Rather than stretch over to the
nightstand and risk looking his grip on Peter, he just placed it in the
pocket of his t-shirt before making sure that Peter was stable.

Then he kneeled down on the floor to remove his house slippers. He had
pulled the first one off and was about to reach for the second when the
dogs brushed his arm as they both ran out of the room.

It was a bit odd, them running out of the room like that. Speed like that
usually only came when they were running for treats or a meal, but he was
pretty sure that everyone else was in bed by now. Maybe Angela or Brad did
call them down, but perhaps he was so focused on Peter that he didn't hear
it.

The thundering of their paws as they raced down the stairs gradually died
down as he continued to undress Peter. He'd removed both slippers and was
working on the second sock when he felt a stirring in the legs in front
him.

Raising his head, he saw Peter looking around, his hands rubbing his eyes
as he tried to orient himself.

"Oh,wow...um...how did I get here?" he said as he finally caught sight of
Marty.

"You fell asleep as we were standing a second ago. I didn't realize that
you were so tired, so I was getting you ready for bed.

"Oh...oh...OK," Peter replied, moving his head slowly from side to side to
try to get his bearings again. "Are the boys here?" he asked, referring to
the dogs.

"No, they ran downstairs a second ago. Not sure why but they kind of took
off." he replied.

Suddenly Marty stiffened and turned his head.  "Did you hear that? he asked

"Hear what?"

"It's a pounding on the wall behind me, listen," he said as he held his
head still.

"I can't hear stuff like that. But that's my...dads' bathroom on the other
side of the wall.

"Gosh, it sounds like...Angie...she's saying something...like "Peter, your
Pop..."

Peter's eyes suddenly opened wide.

"Oh no!" he said, suddenly becoming energized as he launched off of the
bed.  "Something happened to Pop...he probably...I don't' know, let's get
over there!"

At first he bumped into wall, control over his body still not established.

Marty immediately grabbed him, becoming the only thing between Peter and
the floor.  "You OK?"

Peter raised his hand to his head and rubbed his eyes, trying to get
himself stabilized again.  "Yea, I'm OK, thanks....sorry," he said in rapid
succession.  "We've got to get over there, something might have happened!"

"OK, let's go. You can lead the way, but be careful, 'K?"

Peter squeezed his hand, drew a deep breath, then took off down the stairs,
bounding down, taking two or three at time, as Marty followed right behind
him. He was almost freaking out at the recklessness of Peter's speed, but
all he could do was stay as close as he could in case of a crash.

Racing past the kitchen, he ran through the living room and up the stairs
to the main bedroom wing of the house.  He knocked first, though he had the
door halfway open already, peering into the room.

As he looked beyond the bed into the bathroom beyond, he saw his Dad
kneeling on the ground just inside the door, a pair of legs stretched out
beyond him. The two dogs were right behind him, their tails swinging almost
violently.

Angie was at the other end of the prone figure, holding up Mike's
head. There was a blood visible above his unconscious Pop's eye.

"Dad, is he Ok?' Peter asked as he approached, crouching down to get
closer. Marty had grabbed Peter's shirt to stabilize him in case of another
stumble.

Brad was busy trying to adjust the prone body. It looked like he was trying
to position Mike's feet so that they could get him out, but he still
managed to answer his son in all the confusion.

"He's had a seizure again, Peter, and it looks like he hit his head on the
sink. Jeeze, he was only brushing his teeth!" he exclaimed, exasperation
and sadness in his voice.  "I'm lucky I was here and Angie was within
shouting distance in the living room. Would you...call.." he was about to
suggest an ambulance, then changed his mind in mid-sentence, I' mean, maybe
we should just take him to the hospital ourselves. It would be quicker.

Marty stepped over the two of them and was now on the other side of
Brad. "Here, I can help you lift him, if you want to take him out now."

Even though there was almost panic in Brad's voice, he somehow found the
sense to organize what they needed to do.

"Yes, take his legs and I'll take his head and shoulders. Peter, get in the
middle with Angie.  My car's in the driveway, we'll put him in the back
seat with you guys and I'll drive. Peter, hold this cloth over his head, so
that the bleeding stops. Other than that, you know what to do."

"I could drive," Marty said, "you all both know how to take care of him
better than I do, and I know the way to the hospital. "

Brad looked up at him, and only paused for a moment. "That sounds good," he
said, some relief restored to his voice.  "The emergency room people can
help once we get there."

"OK, great," Marty replied. Are we all ready here?" he asked, attempting to
take some of the organizational strain off Brad.

"Yea, I think we're OK," Peter answered, not waiting for his Dad to reply.
"Let's do it."

"Lift!"