Date: Tue, 22 Oct 2013 15:55:43 -0700 From: Jason Gardham Subject: School Mates Chapter 4 A reminder that all those using this site have to be at least 18, follow the regulations for your area. If you're not at least 18 years old than you shouldn't be on this site. Also those of you who do use this site should consider contributing funds to help support and pay for the cost of maintaining this popular and fun site. This story is totally fictional and any resemblance to anyone living or deceased is coincidental. The first chapter is not filled with wild sex but a lead into the characters and story line. I can be contacted at gardham.jason@gmail.com for comment. Chapter 4 School Mates The Bond of Love I continued to hear voices, Jacobs, and Grahams, and occasionally Ian's. The darkness was always there along with the force that held me motionless. I felt their touch and heard their voices why couldn't I hold on to them. Jacob would cry and my heart would break. My son needed me; I was determined get out of wherever I was even if I had to fight the hounds of hell. My son needs me. Something new happened; I could feel water against my hand, the darkness turned to gray. Jacob spoke to me from what seemed like miles away. "Dad, please wake up, I need you to wake up." I felt his touch as he took my hand, it was different, it felt more solid, I forced myself to squeeze. All of a sudden there was shouting, Jacob was shouting at Graham. "Graham come here, dad just squeezed my hand." "Jacob, did he really squeeze your hand, you didn't imagine it?" "Yes, here take dad's hand and see if he'll do it again." I felt Graham hold my hand, they wanted me to squeeze his hand, and it seemed simple enough so I squeezed his hand. The gray surrounding me began to lighten to a milky white. Noises everywhere, strange voices I didn't recognize, someone stuck something sharp in my arm. "OUCH!" I heard Jacob laugh, "Dad never did like needles." Jacob laughed, I wonder why, it's good to hear my Jacob laugh, something must be funny. More voices. Someone slapped my face... "Hey, stop that." "He's coming around, slap him again. SLAP... "Ouch, don't do that again or someone's going to get punched." More laughter, I started to see funny looking people, they were all wobbly and blurry looking, I wondered if they were drunk. "Jacob where are you?" "I'm right here dad." He took my hand and leaned over me and kissed my forehead. "Jacob, I couldn't find you where'd you go?" Another voice, "Jacob never left your side Matthew." "Is that you Graham?" "Yes Matthew." "Where in the hell has everyone been, why can't I move, I feel like I'm tied down, I wish someone would tell me what's going on." A new voice. "Matthew, I'm doctor Shapiro, try to relax, you're coming out of a coma and we need you to make this adjustment slowly." "Why was I in a coma?" I heard more laughter..."Why is everyone laughing?" "Because everyone is happy to have you back with us Matthew." It was Graham, I could tell he was almost crying, "Are you okay Graham, you're not mad at me are you?" More laughter and I heard crying, Graham was crying. "Don't cry Graham everything will be fine." "It will be now Matthew, It will be now, and I love you." Another voice, a woman's...I'm sorry but you're all going to have to be quiet, Matthew needs to make some adjustments, I'm giving him a mild sedative just to help him relax and ease back into the here and now. "You damn well better not stick my arm again." More laughter, "I'm not going to stick your arm, you won't even feel it." "Jacob, Graham, where's Ian? Please don't anyone leave." "We aren't going anywhere Matthew." ---------------------------------------------- That was the beginning of my recovery after having my car hit head on by an eighteen-wheeler driven by a guy who was watching a porno video on his cell phone instead of watching the road ahead of him. I was home now; Graham and Ian moved in immediately after the police found Jacob at school and explained what happened to me. Six weeks have now passed since I left the hospital, I've gone from wheelchair to crutches, and was now walking short distances on my own. I was never alone, never more loved and cared for. Graham bathed me, washed my hair, and on a few occasions wiped my behind for me. The baths become fun as my dexterity returned. Graham would kneel in front of me in the bathtub while he washed my hair giving me perfect access to his eight and a half inch boner. He said I gave him the best blow jobs he'd ever had during those bathing sessions. Trust me when I say I also received the best blowjobs I'd ever experienced while he was drying my legs and feet, after all turn-about is fair play, and man did we like to play. There was nothing wrong with our libidos during my recovery. I had contracted an architect about plans for the new house. Graham, and the boys worked together with the architect and me, and the plans developed with all of our ideas taken in to consideration. We made a trip to the property and choose a spot for the house. Bad weather had set in so other than clearing the land, the actually construction wouldn't start until spring. That meant I would have the winter to fully recover. I went over finances with Graham so he would understand where the money we used was coming from. I think he was actually shaken by how much wealth I had accumulated from my investments, but mostly from what my parents had left me. I had everything of value including the financial accounts put in both our names as co-owners. Graham fought me like a banshee, but I kissed him into submission, well that and other sexual favors. It was months before he would touch any of the accounts but he finally took charge of the builder and the responsibility of making sure everything was done as we wanted it, including making the payments that came do. Who better than Graham, after all he has spent his adult life in construction. I used that phrase against him so often it became a standing joke. The love between us grew to where we were almost as one in mind, spirit, and soul. Next summer would be both Ian and Jacobs fourteenth birthdays. Unfortunately, I missed their thirteenth while in a coma. As it turned out they were born only three weeks apart. They would be returning to school as freshmen, they both could have passed for twenty year-olds. They shaved daily and had matured well beyond their ages. Graham and I were two very proud fathers. They planned on going out for track and were hoping to make the swim team, if we were moved into the new house by their sophomore year they would be attending a small high school a few miles from the new house that held the state championship in swimming, and were second in the state track competition. Jacob stood six foot three and Ian was six two and a half. Both of the guys were well build and popular, we didn't have any worries about them being bullied, they definitely could take care of themselves and each other. I'm afraid some of the girls were going be disappointed in our son's lack of interest in them. -------------------------------------- The winter passed quickly and I was back in top shape. The builder had started on the new house and we spent a lot of time there and at the cabin. Graham was on top of everything and the builder soon realized he was dealing with a professional and made sure his work was first class all the way. It appeared the house would be completed by fall, Jacob and Ian had registered at the new school and were excited about getting involved with the track and swim teams. The house was turning out to look like something out of an English story book. It was huge with five bedrooms and seven bathrooms. There was a large kitchen at my insistence since Graham and I both loved cooking. It was complete with a big stone fireplace. Not sure yet why I insisted on the house being so big, but there it was, a perfectly stunning piece of architecture. It was hidden from the main road other then the rooftop. We had a cobblestone drive winding back to a circle that wound around a fountain that stood in front of a cover portico at the main entrance, not far from a four car garage; we knew the guys would soon want their own cars. There was a fireplace in the guy's room, the living room, and of course our bedroom. The place was furnished in what would have been considered old English style furnishings. Persian rugs over hardwood floors set the tone with lots of indirect mood lighting on artifacts and oil paintings. We were moved in before Thanksgiving with a lot to be thankful for, we all were healthy, happy and in love. Ian and Jacob made the track and swim teams at the new school, they seemed like magnets drawing the other kids to them, interestingly enough it was mostly the other boys that were on the swim and track teams. The house was soon a haven for young men, Graham and I stayed busy making meals to feed everyone. As the year went on and the Christmas tree went up in the foyer, the crowd of friends grew larger. Graham and I noticed a lot of the kids dads were also showing up. We begin to see some overt touching between boys and some of the fathers, perhaps there was more to these social gatherings then we had expected. One evening when it was just the four of us, we decided to ask Jacob and Ian about what we had noticed. Jacob started out by saying, "Well dad, Ian and I thought there were a lot of the guys on both the swimming and track teams that were gay but we didn't say anything." Ian jumped in with, "In the last couple of weeks some of the guys came out to us hoping we wouldn't think less of them for being gay. Jacob and I told them whether they were gay or straight made no difference to us; we considered all of them good friends." Jacob then added, "Once the word got out that we were cool with it, it seems as it turned out everyone on both teams came to us and admitted their sexual preference. A few days ago some of the guys who have been coming to the house asked if they could talk to us after school. They confided that a lot of the guy's fathers are gay and enjoy man sex as much as we all do." Ian jumped back in with, "Apparently some of the dads and sons are also lovers, it seems like we've hit the jackpot by moving to this area. We jokingly asked if there was something in the water for so many gays to be living in this remote area." Jacob started laughing as he explained, "That's the reason more and more families moved here. The word spread that this was a very gay friendly area and it didn't take long for more and more dads and their sons to move in. There are very few women here in case you haven't noticed." "Trust me, Graham and I have noticed that the male to female ratio leaned heavy to the male side of the equation as we shopped for food and supplies in the village." Graham said, "So the reason there's a growing number of boys and their dads stopping in is that they realize we are accepting of their lifestyle. Have they asked about our situation?" Ian continued, "That's the weird part of all of this, no one has asked or even hinted that they thought we might be gay. They must suspect wouldn't you think? I realize we became friends first, but it sure seemed like they flocked to us in a hurry." Graham said, "Guys have you looked at yourselves in the mirror lately. You both are frigging gorgeous, and that's putting it mildly, no wonder the rest of the boys flocked to you." Matthew had a far off look momentarily before he said, "The question is what are we going to do with the crowds that gather at our house Fridays after school and weekends?" "Gosh dad, we didn't know it was bothering you, we're sorry, we should have been more considerate of you and Graham." Matthew started laughing, "That's not what I was referring to, I think we should let the others know we're gay, which I'm sure they've already figured out, but we need to be up front about it. And it might be nice if we had a game room, or fun room, if you get my drift." The rest of us stood there with silly grins on our faces. Graham said, "I think we get your drift Matthew, you're talking about a sex playroom for everyone to enjoy." "Well yes, what do the rest of you think about it?" Ian immediately said, well we have a huge basement; we could have that fixed up as a special place for the guys to have fun and enjoy each other sexually. I suppose we could jazz it up kind of like a fancy club of some sort." The ideas came rapid fire, everyone was excited... To be continued: