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"But Who Knows Where or When?"
Copyright Ritchris, 2007
A Story
by
Ritch Christopher
literary enhancement
by
Les Martin
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chapter six
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"Some things that happen for the first time
Seem to be happening again..."
excerpted from "WHERE OR WHEN"
from Rodgers and Hart's "Babes in Arms"
copyright 1937
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With a happy, contented sigh, Blaine placed his knife and fork on his plate, folded his napkin, and pushed himself back a little from the table. His wife continued to fascinate him. Beautiful with a figure that turned men's heads, possessed of a sex-drive that sometimes surpassed his own, Maggie seemed always to outdo herself.
It was nearly nine o'clock when they finished dinner which she had prepared for them---the Delmonico steaks broiled to perfection, crisp on the outside, but red and juicy inside, steamed asparagus with an exquisite Hollandaise sauce, and cheddar crusted baked potatoes. Maggie was proud of her cooking ability and she managed to serve a well-balanced diet each evening for Blaine...always with meat entree, a green vegetable to counterbalance a starchy carbohydrate.
"The dinner was wonderful, as usual, Mags," Blaine said.
"Are you ready for dessert?", she smiled.
"I am, but I WOULD like to go take a shower first. I should have done it after you... shall we say, served me my appetizer at the front door."
"I know, but dinner was completely ready, and, besides, lover, there was no cum to drip by the time I finished with you!" Her dirty talk in private always seemed at total odds with her sophisticated 'public' self, but it never failed to excite him.
"That, TOO, was wonderful. Still, I would feel more refreshed, not to mention cleaner, with a quick shower. You DO remember that I'm on call this weekend?"
"Oh, yes! Watch the same thing happen tonight as it does EVERY time you're on call. I get all horny and wet and just as you're beginning to enter me, that goddamned phone rings with some patient asking what to do about an ingrown toenail or a new rash someone discovered on his ass while he was wiping himself!"
"And SOMETIMES, love, there really IS an emergency!"
"Yes, Blaine, I remember the emergency call you received one night from some old fart who had picked up a prostitute and called you fifteen minutes later to ask why his Viagra wasn't working. Now THAT was an emergency!"
"In a way it was. Neither the patient nor I knew that he had diabetes 'two' which caused his erectile dysfunction! The next day, in the office, I discovered his blood sugar level was over two-hundred. Neither of us would've had any idea unless he called about the Viagra not working on him."
"I wish to hell they'd make a female Viagra."
"Why, for God's sake, Magpie? If your sex drive increased any more, you'd have to move to Utah to get you three or four additional husbands just to satisfy you!"
"Only three or four?", she quipped.
"Maybe I could call out the Virginia militia before they're deployed to Iraq...just to see how many you COULD take on before getting tired!"
"Sounds tempting, but I'd rather you call a brigade of Marines...now there's the REAL soldiers!"
"I'll call the governor tomorrow to see what I can do. In the meanwhile, THIS Marine is going to dowse his head under the shower."
Blaine started up the stairs when Maggie stopped him, "Hey, sweetheart! I...I didn't upset you, did I?"
"Are you kidding? I know that I'm the only man on earth who knows how to satisfy you. Otherwise you'd have left me or had an affair years ago!"
"You'd better believe that, Buster! You've got the only dick that knows how to satisfy me! I've often thought if, God forbid, you died before me, I'd buy a suitcase filled with vagina vibrators and if they didn't please me, I'd join a nunnery!"
"Saint Maggie! Now THAT'D shake them up !!"
Blaine hopped down the stairs to give Maggie a peck on the cheek and a caress on her breast before fleeing back upstairs to the bathroom for his shower.
Maggie cleared the dinner table, putting the dirty dishes in the dishwasher. Then she looked into the oven to check on the banana soufflé which she had made for dessert. Far in the distance from the upstairs bathroom, she could hear Blaine singing in the shower."
"I wandered today to the hill, Maggie,
To watch the scene below
The creek and the rusty old mill, Maggie,
Where we sat in the long, long ago.
The green grove is gone from the hill, Maggie,
Where first the daisies sprung
The old rusty mill is still, Maggie,
Since you and I were young."
Blaine's song and what he considered singing brought a broad smile to Maggie's face as she went to the portable bar in the den to pour two snifters of Courvoisier, set them on the coffee table, and sat down on the couch to wait for Blaine's return. She was on her second sip of brandy when the telephone rang.
"Oh, shit! It's you!" Maggie snarled at the telephone. "You didn't even wait for me to get into bed this time...you fucker!" Maggie reached for the telephone. "Hello? Yes, this is Doctor Rogers answering service! Who's calling?...I really don't know that person. Yes, the doctor is here but he's in the shower. Yes, would you like for me to call him to the phone? All right! Hold on!"
Maggie hurried up the stairs and went into the bathroom where Blaine was just getting out of the shower.
"It rang!"
"What? The phone?"
"No, Blaine, I was referring to my wind chimes on the front porch...OF COURSE IT WAS THE TELEPHONE. Didn't you expect it to ring?"
"I was hoping that it wouldn't."
"Here's a towel, dry off as much water as you can...and be sure to dry your feet! I don't want water stains on the carpet!"
"Yes, darling," Blaine replied with sweet sarcasm.
He came down the stairs and picked up telephone in the den.
"Hello?"
"Doctor Rogers?"
"Yes?"
"This is Nurse Durbin from Epperson General E.R."
"Yes, Nurse! What can I do for you?"
"I'm calling about a patient of yours...a Mister Thomas Chastain."
"I'm sorry, Ms. Durbin, but off hand, I can't remember having a patient with that name."
"When asked, he said that you were his primary physician...?"
"I hope there hasn't been some kind of mistake, but I..."
"He said that he saw you earlier today and you diagnosed him with an enlarged prostate."
Blaine thought a minute..."OH, TOM! Sure, I know him! What seems to be his problem, Ms. Durbin?"
"Mr. Chastain is in pretty bad shape, Dr. Rogers. He was brought to us by two Epperson policemen. They found him quite beaten up on a sidewalk."
"Oh, my God! Tell me, Ms. Durbin, have you or your staff been able to do a work up or a pre-diagnosis on him?"
"He has deep contusions on his face and all over his body. We x-rayed him immediately, only to find out that he has a fractured right scapula and clavicle. His left femur is broken and he has massive internal damage...especially his spleen. I hope I can describe this correctly, but he appears to have suffered several kicks to his genital area, primarily to his scrotum. When assessing his scrotal area, one of our ER doctors said that he couldn't feel any sign of his testicles due to the kicking he received. The doctor said he found nothing but a mass of ganglion, as if his gonads had been crushed."
"Is he cognizant and oriented?"
"Yes. In spite of all the trauma he suffered, he is wide awake, but in a great deal of pain. He asked that we call you."
"Ms. Durbin, I'll get dressed and be there inside of ten minutes."
"Thank you, Doctor!"
Blaine slammed down the receiver and plunged up the stairs, taking three steps at a time. Maggie followed closely behind him.
"Was that a REAL emergency?"
"Yes, some kid I was treating for an enlarged prostate was found on a sidewalk by two of Epperson's finest. Someone had beaten the shit out of the boy!" He grabbed a fresh shirt from the closet and put it on.
"That was Thomas Chastain? The nurse mentioned his name to me."
"Yeah. He's a brand-new patient I saw for the first time, today." Freshly ironed slacks next.
"Did he look like a hoodlum or a gang member?"
"No, he was quite soft-spoken and obviously gay...although there was nothing effeminate about him."
"Do you think he was the victim of a 'hate crime'?"
"That's what I'm thinking!" He donned a camel-hair jacket and headed for the door.
"Do you think you'll be gone long?"
"More than likely, Mags. From what the nurse just said to me, I might have to operate and remove his spleen!"
"Well, be careful. Thank God for latex gloves. If he IS gay, there's a chance he might have an STD or HIV."
"Fuck! I should have said something to Ms. Durbin, the nurse!"
"Then he DOES have HIV or AIDS?"
"I...I tested him, but I haven't received the full report yet."
"Should I wait up?"
"No, darling. I'll awaken you when I get back. We can still make out then, no matter WHAT time it is!"
"Kiss me, lover, before you leave. You know how to kiss, don't you? You pucker up and I'LL blow...again!" Maggie said in a sultry voice.
"I would NEVER leave without getting one of your million dollar kisses!"
Maggie planted a big one on Blaine's lips and then Blaine ran out the door to his car, then on to the Epperson General ER.
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Blaine drove at breakneck speed to the hospital, but remembering that he had had wine with dinner, he used one of his memory techniques by reciting the preamble to the American Constitution to find out if his mind was the slightest bit impaired by the wine. Success! He made it through his recitation without any hesitation and thus, he felt he was mentally prepared to perform surgery on Tom Chastain, if necessary. Nine minutes later, he pulled into the doctors' parking lot at E.G. and hurried inside.
Nurse Durbin recognized Blaine and went to him immediately to escort him to the patient. When Blaine looked down at Tom, he felt a compilation of horror and sympathy. Only six or seven hours ago, Tom had been at Blaine's office as a muscularly strong and extremely handsome specimen of a man. But now, Tom's face was barely recognizable because of the bruises, cuts, and patches of torn skin. His nose appeared to be broken and both eyes had already turned black and purple.
Now, unconscious, Tom was lying nude on the examining cot and Blaine could see that Tom's assailant had managed to damage his body from head to toe. One didn't need an x-ray to see that several of Tom's ribs were broken, not to mention his arms and legs. It looked as if he had been run over by a steam roller, injuring every bone and organ. Blaine felt sick to his stomach and almost wanted to cry. Blaine wondered how could one person purposely do so much damage to another human being?
Around Tom were two attending doctors, two nurses, and one nurses' aide. Monitors were attached to his body, beeping his vitals, and there were two IV's going into Tom's arms, simultaneously. One of the doctors showed Blaine the latest x-rays which were hung on the lighted wall.
"Christ!" Blaine exclaimed. "Why the fuck didn't his attacker just go ahead and kill him? From the looks of these pictures, it's difficult to decide where to start!" Blaine took a long look at the ten x-rays before him. "First things first, I suppose! Based on what I see in this picture, it looks as if his spleen has to come out immediately. Did you call upstairs to prep the O.R.?"
"Yes, Doctor," was the reply.
"Then let's get him upstairs STAT!" Blaine said, after heaving a huge sigh.
Everyone rushed to move the gurney into the elevator, up to surgery on the sixth floor. As soon as they arrived, Blaine went into the small room to scrub up. The surgical staff was primed and already to begin whatever procedure Blaine wanted to attack first.
Since Tom was unconscious, the anesthesiologist clamped an oxygen mask onto Tom's face while the surgery nurses used swabs of alcohol and sterile solutions to clean up as much blood as possible from Tom's torso.
Blaine walked into the room with his hands held high for a nurse to place latex gloves on them. He checked with the anesthesiologist, then called for a scalpel to make his first incision in order to get to Tom's spleen. After opening the patient, he found that Tom was bleeding so badly from his internal injuries, it required two hoses to suction the blood for Blaine to proceed. Soon they were able to pinpoint the origin of the bleeding and clamped the arteries.
If Blaine had been inebriated at all, the sight of Tom would have sobered him instantly. 'God, where do I go next?' Blaine kept asking himself.
It took over five hours for Blaine and the staff to complete all the surgery, repairing the other damaged internal organs. One lung had been found to be punctured and had to be reinflated. There was also a tear in Tom's stomach and a lot of damage to his liver, kidneys, and intestines. Feeling that everything possible had been accomplished for the time being, Blaine sutured Tom's large incision. There was little Blaine could do with the injured testicles except stabilize them and let the swelling decrease. Blaine would see about this problem on another visit.
Once the internal organs had been tended to, an orthopedic surgeon whom Blaine trusted implicitly took over to set and repair the skeletal damage. Now, in addition to the sutures from the surgery, Tom had plaster casts on his upper torso and his broken limbs.
In the meantime, Blaine had asked one of the nurses to call the hospital's on-duty plastic surgeon to do what he could for Tom's face. Most of the facial contusions could be repaired and his nose reset, but some of the lacerations were deep and would no doubt leave dreadful scars which could be worked on at a later date. Two hours after this procedure, Tom was rolled into a post-op room. Once Blaine saw him safely installed there, he could not bring himself to leave Tom just yet. He pulled up a chair alongside Tom's quiet form and held his hand until eight o'clock the next morning when Tom surprisingly managed to wake up.
When Tom opened his eyes as the best he could from the swelling, he looked slowly around the room until his eyes found Blaine's. Though very weak, Tom was able to whisper, "Dr. Rogers?"
"Yes, Tom."
"Am I alive...or is this an hallucination?"
"You're alive, Tom, and I'm no hallucination. Do you remember what happened to you?"
"Yeah. Some guy beat the living shit out of me! How badly am I hurt?"
"Quite a bit, buddy, but I think you're gonna be all right..."
"It was nice of you to come..."
"I'm glad you thought of me and asked the nurse to call me."
"Since I don't have a regular physician, you're the only doctor I knew to ask for."
"Tom, do you remember WHO attacked you?"
"Some guy, looked to be about thirty years old...someone I'd never seen before..."
"So it wasn't some friend or someone who was angry with you?"
"He wasn't a friend, but it's obvious that he was angry with me!"
"Do you know WHY he was angry?"
"Yeah, but I'd rather not say..."
"Do you remember WHERE you were when he assaulted you?"
"Yes...on the sidewalk in front of the Vir Gin Rickey bar."
"You were INSIDE the bar last night?"
"Uh huh..."
"That's odd. I was in there myself after work, having a drink."
"I know...I saw you there."
"Why didn't I see YOU?"
"I didn't want you to see me."
"Why, for God's sake?"
"Jesus! Don't get mad at me..."
"Why would I?"
"I...I was waiting on you in the bathroom. I must've been in there for ten or fifteen minutes before you finally came in. I'd been hoping that your drink would make you want to pee."
"What are you talking about, Tom?"
"Do you remember going into the center booth to pee?"
"Yes."
Tom began to cry. "Doctor...it was I, in the next booth. I'm the one who..."
"OH, GOD! It was YOU who lured me to...?"
"I'm afraid so..."
"Tom, I realize that I just told you that I wouldn't get mad, but...but I can't believe you would stoop so low as to...to seduce me!"
"At least now you know what a son-of-a-bitching-cocksucker I am."
"This is fucking incredible, Tom. Damn, if I HAD known it was you...JESUS CHRIST! I don't even want to talk about it!"
"After I left your office, I waited in my car for you to leave...and then I followed you to see where you lived...only you stopped to go inside the Vir Gin Rickey. The place was dark and I didn't think you noticed when I came in...so I took a chance on waiting for you to come into the men's room."
"You were STALKING me?"
"I guess..."
"WHY, TOM?"
"I was so attracted to you while you were examining me. Remember I joked about giving you a blow job?"
"Yes."
"I really wasn't kidding. I WANTED to give you one. I mean, YOU really turned me on! When you finally came into the bar's bathroom, I was hoping against hope that you would come inside the center booth and not the first one...and I got my wish."
"Should I be embarrassed or mad?"
"Neither. I was surprised as hell when you fell for my little ploy and inserted your dick through the glory hole!"
"TOM, I want you to believe me when I say that THAT was my very first time...AND my last time!"
"Was it so bad? I mean, didn't it relax you?"
"Well, actually, it did...in between my nervous flashes!"
"Again, don't get angry, but you certainly pleased me!"
"How long did you stay inside the men's room after I left?"
"Maybe half an hour! I blew another guy right after you. He even gave me his phone number by slipping a piece of paper through the hole."
"It was HE who beat you up?"
"NO, it was the guy after that. After I got him off, he became really angry and started calling me names...and so I decided my appetite for sex had been fulfilled for the night and I left. However, that third guy was waiting for me on the sidewalk. I had no time to defend myself before he hit me in the nose with his fist...knocked me down and started kicking me. I think I must've passed out after the second or third time he kicked me in the nuts! The next thing I remember was hearing a siren. I was inside the ambulance that brought me here!"
"Did you get a good enough look at the guy to describe him to the police?"
"By the time the police arrived, I guess I was bonkers! I don't even know if the police came by to investigate."
"Could you describe him now, Tom?"
"I could describe his dick! THAT, I remember! It was long and hard and..."
"You're impossible! Tom, the nurse looked inside your wallet to find a number for your next of kin, but found no one. Is there someone I should call to be with you?"
"I doubt is your cell phone can reach long distance where my parents are..."
"Where are they? Europe? Asia? Africa?"
"Much further away than that!"
"Oh?"
"Yeah. Both my parents are dead...so I don't believe ANYONE can reach them!"
"No brothers? Sisters? Cousins? Aunts or uncles?"
"Nope! I'm the last living Chastain in my family!"
"How about a roommate or a best friend?"
"Nada!"
"You have NO ONE whom you're close to?"
"Only the dicks I suck in men's rooms! They are my only relatives!"
"Pardon my saying it, but, Tom, you must lead a lonesome life!"
"You know the old adage, Doc, you don't miss what you don't have!"
"How long have you been on your own?"
"Since I was sixteen. I finished high school and worked my way through college."
"What was your major?"
"Medicine!"
"Any thoughts about going to med school?"
"Nah! I couldn't afford it even if I wanted to go. I planned on becoming an EMT, but I found it easier and quicker to hustle and sell my body...well, when I was younger, anyway!"
"So what do you do for a living now?"
"Little as possible. I jump from one menial job to another...Mickey D's, BlockBuster, Wendy's, Charlie's Car Wash, mostly minimum wage positions."
"Minimum wage jobs with a college degree? You know you're wasting your life when you could make something out of it!"
"That takes drive and incentive, neither of which I have!"
"Have you ever sought professional help such as a guidance counselor or therapist?"
"That costs big bucks for someone to tell me to do something I have no desire to do!"
"This is rather a touchy subject, but earlier tonight when you engaged me in oral sex, did you expect to get paid?"
"Did you hear me ask for money?"
"Well...no..."
"I didn't want money. I just wanted your dick...and I got it, if you remember!"
"Oh, I remember it quite well."
"On a scale from one to ten...how would you rate my b.j.?"
"Honestly?"
"I asked, didn't I?"
"About an eight and a half or nine..."
"But not ten?"
"Not really?"
"You've had b.j.'s better than the one I gave you?"
"That's rather a personal question, but there IS one person who can beat you!"
"CHRIST! I'd like to meet him!"
"Tom, actually, it's a 'she'!"
"Now I know you're pulling my nuts! No woman on earth can give a blow job better than any man."
"Just ONE woman!"
"Is she a professional prostitute?"
"She'd laugh to hear you ask that! No, she's not a prostitute!"
"Damn! Don't tell me that you're referring to your wife?"
"That's something I WON'T answer!"
"That means it IS your wife! What the heck does she do that makes her better than me?"
"I won't tell tales out of school, but, there's something extra that a wife can do that you can't."
"...and that being...?"
"My wife LOVES me. We've been together for over a decade and she and I have never just had sex for the hell of it. We make love to each other...and THAT'S what was missing when you performed oral sex on me!"
"I guess I'll always take second place to good wives. I...I've never been in love and I certainly can't fall in love with a trick in a bathroom before I blow him!"
"You've never had a boyfriend or a lover?"
"Not yet!"
"Tom, since I don't have the complete report about your HIV test, let me ask you...what will you do if the report says that you've tested positive?"
"I've asked myself that a thousand times after I was tested at your office."
"And what did you conclude?"
"Well, as long as I don't engage in anal sex and just stick to oral, I can get by."
"You know that you can give someone HIV or AIDS by giving him a blow job, don't you?"
"That's not what the CDC tracts say."
"OK, how is HIV and AIDS transmitted?"
"Through body fluids!"
"And what's in your mouth?"
"Saliva."
"Isn't saliva a body fluid?"
"Well, yes?"
"Then the virus is probably in your saliva as well as your semen. You put a man's penis in your mouth, and the tip or what's know as the glans is like a kitchen sponge. It can absorb saliva as well as absorbing semen or feces."
"Why the fuck don't they broadcast that on the news?"
"They have and they do."
"Shit! Now you've got me scared about giving someone a hand job for fear that my palms will get sweaty and sweat is a body fluid...God damn!"
"I suppose that you've seen ads on TV saying that one in three persons with HIV don't know that they have it!"
"Just watch! When my test results come back, I'll be one of the 'one in three's'."
"You don't know that...nor do I...but all I'm saying is that you're leading a very risky sex life in restrooms and the like."
"Fuck!"
"Tom, listen, since you have no family or friends, I have a brother-in-law...a STRAIGHT brother-in-law about your age. Would you mind if I ask him to drop in to see you while you're recuperating?"
"Might as well start associating with straight guys if I, no longer, can be gay."
"I didn't say you wouldn't be gay or that you couldn't continue being gay. I just want you to practice safe sex from now on...for YOUR sake and for your sex partners!"
"It may be a little late to be sorry..."
"The nurses will be taking you up to your room momentarily, so try to get some sleep and I'll be back tomorrow to check up on you."
"Thanks, Dr. Rogers. I...I AM gonna live, aren't I?"
"You bet! Now get some rest!"
Blaine reluctantly left the room to go back home. He was almost as troubled now as he'd been when he was called to the hospital, but for an entirely different reason. His one discretion, the first and only time he had ever cheated on Maggie, had turned out to have been with a total unseen, unidentified stranger, or so he'd thought. But suddenly he'd learned that the man, the man whose hot mouth had relieved him was to a real person, a man with a face and a name, a man who was now his patient, someone he knew and, worse still, someone who knew him---a man he'd have to face many times in the future.
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Rex took his time making love to Kent. Many times in the dark, Kent seemed to become Ronnie in Rex's mind. It had been so long since Rex had even considered having gay sex...at first, it was as if he had broken a New Year's resolution or had had that first drink or first cigarette after having broken the habit. Déjà vu? To say the least...!
But this was so different to Rex. Gay sex with Ronnie was more like a pubescent ritual. Now he was an adult...where sex was more meaningful...not like the parade of women Rex fucked every weekend...that was sex and nothing else...sex WITHOUT meaning.
A few minutes earlier, his best friend, and probably the person he cared most for in the world, his 'straight' best friend, had just offered his body to Rex as a sacrificial lamb, to do whatever Rex wanted with it.
As he kissed down Kent's torso toward his genitalia, Rex asked himself, 'Do I really want to do this? IF Kent reaches an orgasm, will he ever feel the same toward me?'. Rex was fully aware that some people, after reaching a climax, change their feelings one-hundred and eighty degrees and become ashamed, guilty, or disinterested.
Rex's hand slowly encircled Kent's penis and he felt it throbbing in his hand. Kent's cock was much, much bigger than Ronnie's teen organ, more manly. Male sex, sex with Kent was opening an entirely new realm of sensation for Rex.
Suddenly, Rex WANTED Kent...end of friendship or not! Kent had said that he wanted this and now Rex realized that he desired it even more than Kent. Rex licked the tip of the glans and heard Kent gasp "Oh God!"
"Want me to stop?" Rex asked, hoping he was wrong.
"If you do, I'll never speak to you again!" Kent replied in an anguished whisper.
"All right, buddy, if you're sure. Just remember things will never be the same between us!"
"That's what I'm hoping, Rex! When I said that I loved you, I never meant anything more in my life!"
That was all the encouragement Rex needed to proceed as he quickly engulfed all of Kent's hot organ all at once...down into his throat until his lips were touching Kent's pubes.
Kent cried out, "JESUS CHRIST! KEEP GOING!"
Rex began plunging his mouth up and down with long sweeping strokes...up and down...tip to base...again and again.
Kent felt as if he were on a train, going down a steep slope with no brakes. There was no way under God's sun that he could keep from climaxing in less than fifteen seconds.
"OH, MY GOD...YES! YES! YES!" Kent screamed as he unloaded his hot steamy juice down Rex's esophagus. Rex was swallowing heartily, giving every ounce of pleasure he could to his new love...and 'former' friend.
Once Kent's climactic convulsion ceased, his organ slowly softened and slipped out of Rex's mouth and Rex immediately found that he wanted it again.
He didn't want to risk Kent's mood to change, so he immediately crawled back up the bed to the pillow where he placed his mouth over Kent's, gently at first, then more demandingly.
Kent probed with his tongue inside Rex's mouth and began licking his own semen from Rex's tongue. Thus began a long, slow, passionate kiss that must have really lasted over five minutes.
Finally, Rex had to pull his face back just to catch his breath.
"How was that?" Rex whispered.
"I'm addicted!"
"To what? Your own semen?"
"No, dummy! I'm addicted to you and I never want to get cured! I'm addicted for life...if you'll have me!"
"Kent, sweetheart, you'll have one helluva time getting away from me."
They kissed again.
"Rex?"
"Yes, baby?"
"Would you promise not to laugh if I tried doing that to you?"
"Why would I laugh?"
"Because you know damned well, I've never had a dick in my mouth before. Don't get angry but I'm on new turf here. I've always been able to succeed in anything I've ever tried. But, dammit! You sucked like a pro! I mean, I'm not even a rank amateur compared to you. What if I can't please you?"
"Kent, you don't have to try ANY sex with me to please me..."
"But I WANT TO! I mean, I want you to feel as I'm feeling right now...and I don't want to make a fool of myself, gagging, sputtering, choking, or whatever else might happen!"
"All right, if you REALLY want to...take it slow! Don't try to put too much of me in your mouth at one time. Start with an inch or two...as much as you think you can take all at once!"
"GOD, how I want you, Rex!"
"Kent? Are we falling in love?" Should he hope...or should he fear the answer?
"I am. I'm beginning to hate all the time we've wasted. Hell, I even got to taste my own cum. After my surgery, there might not be any more...if you know what I mean..."
"We'll see when that time comes."
"Are you ready to experience my first try?"
"Only if YOU'RE ready to try..."
"Sling off that sheet onto the floor and let me at you!" Kent said, laughing.
"OK, Tonto, let me put on my mask and get my silver bullets...then..."
"I KNOW! HI YO SILVER!"
Kent didn't wait for Rex to throw the sheet onto the floor, he did it himself and made a lunge toward the bottom of the bed. He looked long and hard at Rex before taking Rex's penis in his hand. Rex put his hands behind his head to get a better look at what was about to happen to him.
The first thing Kent did was to sniff Rex's cock from top to bottom.
"What are you doing?"
"I was just checking to see if men had the same fishy odor as women..."
"You idiot! Of course men don't!"
"Then I like cock already! I've always gagged at the scent of fresh salmon every time I've gone down on a woman!"
"Just remember that I'm a man, so don't let your incisors incise my erection. Your object is to taste my semen, not my blood!"
"Shit! I was ready to take a big bite!"
"My surname is NOT Bobbitt and don't you forget it, Lorena!"
Kent laughed and said, "Gobble, gobble, gobble.." as he nuzzled his nose into Rex's scrotum. "Your balls are almost as big as my swollen one!"
"Holy shit! There go the grandchildren!" Rex quipped.
"You know what? I think our dicks are the same size!"
"Christ! Are you gonna blow me or not?"
"Damn! I thought I was supposed to suck! Why DO they call it a blow job?"
"If you want the sixty-four dollar explanation, apparently, the term comes from Victorian England. Please remember that at that time folks would refer to women of questionable character as 'blowsy?' Well, 'blow' was slang for ejaculate. So, getting a blow job meant creating an ejaculation in the man. Thus, 'blow job' is from the masculine perspective of what happens to the man...rather than some odd, ineffective action on the part of the partner. Once again, the masculine bias reigns!"
"Thank you, Doctor I.Q.!"
"You know why we're talking nonsense, don't you?"
"I have a pretty good idea. I'm nervous as hell! I'm so fucking scared I'll do the wrong thing and you'll go off to find another quarterback who will please you better!"
"All right! I have a better idea!"
"What?"
"I'm sure you've sixty-nined with dozens of women. Come back up here and we'll assume the same position and you copy everything that I do!"
"Are you sure?"
"I'm positive!"
Kent returned to the pillow while Rex moved his body around to the accepted body placement for mutual oral sex and carefully, by the numbers, Rex taught Kent how to please his partner. Kent copied every motion and movement Rex performed and quickly Kent became a proficient lover in that type of sex. In fact, they reached their climaxes simultaneously.
"Was it OK?" Kent asked, fearfully.
"It was wonderful...one of the best I've ever had in my life!"
"I know you're lying, but, at this point, I don't care. I DID IT!"
"You surely did, my big quarterback lover!"
"Wanna do it again?"
"Not really. I want you to take your medication and let's sleep a while. We have the whole weekend ahead of us!"
"We're a couple, now, aren't we, Rex?"
"We always have been..."
"No, I mean a REAL couple!"
"You mean you want to 'come out' to the team and everyone?"
"I'm not ashamed OR afraid, if you aren't!"
"There's no one in the world I'd rather have as a soul mate than you, you big lughead!"
"You wanna go to New Jersey and get married?"
"DAMN! You DO work fast, don't you?"
"Rex, my life might be drawn short, so I want to live as fast as I can. I want us to be happy for whatever time we might have together!"
"You're NOT going to leave me, Kent...not for years and years. THAT I promise you!"
"God, if you could only be right!"
"I AM right. So let's get your pills...you know, the ones that make you groggy and who knows, you might get fucked in your sleep as you almost did last Friday night."
"Uh uh! I want to be awake for that!"
"You will be."
"Rex, I DO love you...and I'm IN love with you!"
"That's ditto for me, Kent. You're gonna get well and I'm gonna be at your side every minute during your recuperation!"
"Hold me, please, just hold me!"
"Always...and when I say always, I mean forever..."
As Rex put his arms around his longtime friend who was now his new-found lover, he felt the warmth of love, but he also felt a fear he'd never known before. There had never been a reason for him to feel this helplessness....but Kent COULD die! If he did, had Rex unknowingly caused it? Would this be some kind of godlike punishment for the questionable sin which they had committed? He and Kent were men and men weren't supposed to know this kind of love between them! Would destiny play the trump card and end the game much too soon?
Rex held Kent more tightly to his body. They remained that way for the rest of the night. Rex found himself in another strange territory...he began to pray..."Dear God...
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(To be continued in Chapter Seven of "But Who Knows Where Or When?" next week.)