All characters in this story are completely fictitious. Any similarities to anyone is coincidental. This story is about a romance between men, so if that is not your thing then you should cease now. Also unlike other stories this is more of a slower moving story that is not just sex, but a slower story about the people in it and coming into their own, so if you are looking for something to get off too quickly this will not be it. If you have any comments feel free to e-mail me at frank778@hotmail.co.uk Thanks,
Chapter 6 Whatever life throws you
With March came the first signs of spring; the wild yellow daffodils sprung up on the side of the village roads around Hove, more people ran along the beach walk ways and the worst of the winter weather was over. JK came around to visit at least once a week and he and Juan became great mates. In fact JK moved back in when I went over to southern France for a conference for financial advisors. Juan joined me on the Friday and we travelled over to Avignon to his house that his father had willed to him.
The house was on the hill overlooking to the city and had large grounds. Juan had not wanted to see the house before as he was unsure what he was going to find there. The house was looked after by local agents who had received their fees for five years and they had kept the property in good order, from the lawns outside to having flowers in the house when we arrived. Philippe, who represented the local agents, met us at their offices and we followed him in our car to the house
The property was extensively furnished and Juan commented that it was typical of his dad to have a decorator come in and sort everything out. The agent mentioned that he had stocked the house with a few essential food items as he thought that we would be tired after the trip. We thanked him and he left us. Upstairs the main bedroom was furnished with frills and drapes and Juan said that his mom would have loved it. He sat down on the bed and I decided to leave him alone for a while.
I walked downstairs to the kitchen and found that Philippe had stocked the fridge with everything we needed including French wines. The Sauvignon Blanc looked good and I found the opener, uncorked the bottle and poured the wine into glasses. I took these over to the terrace overlooking the pool. It was a beautiful evening. The temperature was in the early 20's Celsius and there was no wind. The view from the terrace was outstanding with Avignon to the right and a vineyard straight in front. The harvest season was six months away and this reflected in the barrenness of the vines.
I was thinking how great it was to have met up with Juan when a hand touched my shoulder. I turned around and saw that Juan had been crying.
He said, `Coming here has been difficult for me and you are the only person I wanted to have with me. You understand me so well. You knew how I felt and leaving me alone in the bedroom was the right thing to do. My parents made so many mistakes yet I loved them despite that. My dad paid for his mistakes and my mother sacrificed her life for it. She would have been so happy here with my dad. I know in my heart that she would not be able to live without him. They spent every day for thirty one years together and were inseparable. Maybe it was best that they died together'
It was the first time that Juan had opened up to me. I climbed of the wall and hugged him. I knew that he was crying and I kept on hugging him.
`I love you so much and it is very sad to lose parents especially when you did not have the chance to say good-bye. I know that they would be happy whatever you decide about this house. You do not need to make a decision until after the weekend.'
I let him go and led him over to the end of the terrace. We stood and looked at the view over the vines.
What a peaceful place,' Juan commented as he held my hand tightly. I know that if I had been on my own that I would have sold this place without coming to see it. I know now that we will have great times here.'
Juan and I stood there for a long time without speaking and yet it was so peaceful. It was dark before we went inside. The rest of the weekend flew by. On the Saturday morning we went off to the local market place in the small village nearby. It was so different to any UK market as most of the people in the village congregated around the village square on Saturday mornings. Juan was fluent in French and was soon engaging in long conversations with the stall holders. With my smattering of French, I was able to catch a few words. Everyone was friendly and knew that an Englishman had arrived to see the house on the hill. They were impressed with Juan's command of the French language.
That afternoon we spent walking along the footpaths behind the house. With it being a sunny day, we passed many walkers and tens of mountain bikers passed us. The fresh air was so different to the UK and that night we were asleep by 10pm. The last sentence I said to Juan was, `We have become like an old married couple. All we need are sleep slippers and a cosy cap!'
I should have realised that Juan would make sure that our lives would not be boring. Early the next morning I woke up to Juan kissing my neck and at the same time he was rubbing himself against my ass. It felt wet against my ass and I turned over and felt that his penis was covered in KY jelly.
What is going on?' I enquired jokingly. I am certain that with the amount you have on your cock (I used the name he uses) that there is no more in the tube!'
He pulled me towards him and whispered, `Don't think that you can slip out of my grasp. I have your number and you are mine this morning'
Juan kissed me on the lips. This very soon had the desired effect and our penises throbbed against each other. I pushed myself down and continued to kiss him around his nipples until they were erect too. I then moved down to his stomach area and his obliques which were smooth like a baby's bum. This area above the groin was the most erogenous for Juan and soon he was breathing heavily. I loved teasing him and continued to lick and kiss him there.
He lifted me upwards and we started kissing again. He lay me down on the bed whilst continuing to kiss me. The kissing made both of us more excited. Juan continued to rub up against me and at the same time stretched for the KY and squeezed more onto his penis. I started to rub it in and he lifted my legs. I was usually the top guy and this was something we had only done once before and I did not find it enjoyable.
`I can see the apprehension in your expressions Nick. You need to totally relax. If you do not want to go ahead, please say so.'
I wanted to say lets stop, however out my mouth came, `It is fine, please go slowly'
Juan was most gentle and for the first few moments, which felt like hours, I was in pain. This passed and my lower body moved in unison with his slow thrusting. I looked up at Juan and he smiled and said, `I love you. Thank you for letting me make love to you.'
Soon I was panting like a wild animal. My rhythm was all over the show and Juan's penis came out of me in one of my out of control movements. We laughed and he guided his penis back in without any resistance. Juan soon was at the edge and I could feel that he was getting huge in me. Juan came shouting. I had not come yet and he slipped out of me and started to stroke me and within 30 seconds I had the most intense climax that I shook for what I thought was a lifetime.
`Did you enjoy it' Juan asked
`That was the most intense climax I have ever had. When you first pushed into me, it was very sore and foreign. I wanted to stop yet felt that I should do it for you. Soon I was so out of control and the sensations were so foreign that I wanted you in me forever. I loved it. Thanks for being patient with me'
Juan laughed and said that he loved it too. In his previous relationship with the Aussie he was the dominant person and at first for him it was strange to be the passive one.
We fell asleep and I woke up an hour later to sun streaming in through the window. I looked over and noticed that Juan was not in the bed. I pulled on a pair of shorts and went looking for Juan. He was nowhere to be found. I grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge and went out onto the terrace. I looked over to the pool and I could not remember how I found myself in the pool dragging a bleeding Juan out of the pool.
I felt for a pulse and it was very faint. My cpr training took over and I lay him on his side and checked for anything in his mouth. He had a bad gash on the side of his head and I realised that he may have a serious head injury. I did not want to leave him however I knew every minute was crucial. I ran back into the house and found the telephone directory. I found the emergency number and dialled.
Within one ring it was answered and I realised that I did not know the address. The local operator fortunately knew that Juan and I were the English people at the house on the hill.
The ambulance and two paramedics arrived in five minutes however it felt like hours. They in no time had Juan on a stretcher and in the ambulance. I struggled to follow in the hire car. I lost sight of the ambulance and had to ask for directions to the hospital.
By the time I had parked the car and entered the hospital. One of the paramedics was waiting for me and whisked me through to one of the rooms in the emergency ward. There were several people working around a bed and I was told to wait at the door.
The next half hour was the most traumatic in my life. Twice the doctors had to resuscitate his heart and the activity became more frenetic as the minutes ticked away. I saw a nurse make a telephone call and after replacing the receiver, she informed everyone that the neuro-surgeon was ready to receive the patient. There was a huge scramble and before I realised it, they had wheeled Juan out of the room. The nurse who had made the call came over to me and informed me that Juan was to be taken upstairs for surgery.
I asked her why he had to have surgery and she said she was not able to give the reason. She walked with me to the surgery waiting room and left me on my own. I was alone for almost four hours and each minute felt like an hour.
The neurosurgeon came over after three hours and informed me that the operation was a success and that the next twenty four hours was crucial. He had stemmed the bleeding on the brain and at this stage was unable to say whether there was any damage.
I was so happy that he was still alive and asked whether I could be with him. The surgeon said that it would be fine and he took me over to intensive care. Juan had tubes all over and his head was shaved and bandaged. He looked very frail. I went over to the side of his bed and sat down on the chair provided and took his hand in my hand.
I whispered, `Juan, I love you and want you to know that you are the best thing that has happened to me. Whatever happens I want to spend the rest of my life with you.'
I squeezed his hand and I was sure that I felt a slight return squeeze. I mentioned this to the nurse who was in the room and she said that this often happens when loved ones speak to patients who are in comas.
I did not want to leave him on his own and stayed with him. I continued to speak to him about all the good times over the past few months and that I was looking forward to spending all my time with him. The new nurse on duty arrived with the surgeon and they requested that I leave him alone for a while as they needed to examine him. I decided to leave the building for fresh air. On my way out I walked past the prayer room and decided to go in. I sat down and reflected what had happened. After praying I felt a huge sense of peace and stayed there for over half an hour.
I walked back to Juan's room in intensive care and met up with the surgeon. He informed me that all Juan's vital signs were positive and he was very peaceful. The past six hours since the operation had been very positive and the surgeon reiterated that the period would be the most crucial.
I brought Juan home and buried him besides his parents. I know that it was what he would have wanted.
He died that night without regaining consciousness. I was with him at the time and he had the most peaceful look on his face. He just slipped away. I knew that he had gone to a better place and that I would one day join him there.
I was in total shock and could not leave him. My sister Lisa flew over the next morning and found me at the hospital. She came over to the room that they had allowed me to stay in and held me in her arms. This warmth and love released all the emotions that I had bottled up since Juan died and I cried and cried. She said later that she held me for over an hour.
Lisa sorted out all the arrangements, from arranging for Juan to fly back with us to going over to the house and collecting our clothes. I did not want to go back to the house and the next three nights we stayed in a local hotel until the travel documents for Juan were approved.
It has been three months since Juan has died. I am at a loss at how quick this time has gone. I immersed myself into work after the funeral and this has been the best thing I could have done. It means that I wake up each morning with a purpose. I did not want to lose Juan's smell and therefore did not want to change the sheets on the bed. In the end I had to wash the sheets as I could not smell him anymore. All I wanted to do was talk about him to everyone. Looking back over these months I have so much to be thankful for.
Lisa, my mom and JK were the three people who were absolutely amazing. They each phoned every night and made sure that I was never alone at weekends. I cried many times and at times I felt I could not cry anymore and they were always there for me. I do miss him so much and want it back so badly and yet I know that it will never be.
Only last week I took all Juan's clothes to the hospice shop. All his other belongings I handed over too. I wanted to do this as I knew that he would have wanted me to start living again. I know that I am capable of loving again yet at the same time I am still very raw from the pain and do not want to rush things.
JK is taking me to London this weekend and we are staying in the apartment. He has said that we will be going to see all our old friends and I cannot wait to see them again. JK is a great friend and I am glad and thankful that he has been there for me. For the first time I am looking forward to a weekend – I can't wait...
Footnote
Thanks for reading my story. That is the last chapter. My email address is frank778@hotmail.co.uk should you wish to write. Cheers Frank
I have been writing a new story and these are the first few lines
A New Life Down South
The voice on the other side of the telephone line sounded surprised when I enquired about the waterfront apartment that was for sale in Newhaven.
He said, `John is away in Dubai this week and I was not aware that he was selling the apartment. I am looking after the apartment as he did not want his dog to be put into kennels. Did you say you were coming down tomorrow morning? John is not contactable for two days as he is on a desert safari.'
I have been looking at relocating to the south of England from Manchester as the weekly commute was taking its toll. I had found this apartment for sale under a Private Sales listing and it looked perfect: Two en suite bedrooms, a separate lounge / dining room and the kitchen and bathrooms were new. The selling point for me was that it had a small front garden which would mean that my dog could be accommodated.
I enquired, `Would it be possible to view it tomorrow morning? I realise it is a Sunday morning and would understand that it may not be the best time. By the way, my name is Tim, Tim Jackson.'
He answered, `Hi Tim, I am Jess Kelsey. Tomorrow around 10am will be fine. John most probably forgot to tell me in his rush to get away'
I thanked him and said that I would see him in the morning...
More to follow...