From Chapter 15:
I took the long way. Not only to drive a little longer, but -- I didn't know quite how I was going to give the pendant back. A half hour later found me in the Smith's driveway. I walked up the stairs to the guesthouse. I knocked. Colin answered. "Seth!!" He was almost going to sweep me up in a hug when he noticed the look on my face.
"Is Luke here?"
"Luke? No. He -- he went outside last night, and when he came back in, he was crying. He would not talk to anyone. Chris and Craig drove him to the airport this morning. They're not back yet."
"Oh." I said. "Have Chris call when he gets back, K?"
"You'll be at your doctor friend's place?"
"Yeah -- Thanks!" I hugged him and left.
Chapter 16
When I got back, Brian was pretty much waiting for me. He had the worried look on his face that I was growing to recognize. Why did I have to be the reason for his worry? Why couldn't things just work out? Do they ever -- for anyone?
"What would you like for dinner, Seth?"
"What are my choices?"
"Pretty much anything. If I can't make it, we will go out and get it!"
"You know what?"
"What?"
"Sometimes I find myself wishing you would just slap me around! I know you want to!"
"I really don't, Seth! If I haven't learned anything else in all my years, it's that life is never simple. There is always pain."
"That sucks! Let's try -- to -- NOT cause pain for each other."
"Sometimes it is beyond our control. Like what Luke did to you -- no US -- this weekend."
"He wasn't trying to hurt either of us."
"I know that. But he wasn't trying not to, either. What did he say when you gave the pendant back?"
"He wasn't there."
"When will he be back?"
"He won't. After I yelled at him last night, he went back into the house -- crying -- and -"
"It's okay, Seth, take your time. And cry if you feel like it -- I can see that you do."
"I made him cry, Bri! Do you know how bad I feel about that?" I was instantly in tears -- since he gave me permission!
"Yes."
"You do?"
"Robert was not my first, you know."
"No, I don't know."
"I have hurt a couple very sweet guys. I didn't mean to -- but -- just believe me when I tell you -- I understand."
"Well, anyway, he's gone. My brother took him to the airport this morning. I feel so helpless! I wanted to somehow smooth Luke's feathers -- or something -- but -"
"Sweet boy, there is nothing -- nothing! -- you can do or say. We all want to leave and say, "Can't we just be friends?" But the one who is hurt doesn't see it that way. So, I know how bad you feel! And before you say anything else -- I know your feelings for him were still pretty tender. You had to make a decision, and what's worse, you had to make it based on logic, which just does not work in matters of the heart. So -- I know -- I will still have to deal with Luke's "ghost" in the future.
"But -- I am willing to do that, if you are willing to -- let me try to be your -- one. I can't be Luke -- but I can love you -- and I do!"
He didn't even move closer to me. He just gave me my space. I looked at him through my almost dry eyes, and said, "Okay." Then I closed the distance between us, and he encircled me with his arms -- and his love. For the moment, I felt secure.
"What do you say to a change of pace, tonight?" he said to me.
"I- I'm open to anything -- ANYTHING!"
"How would you like to see the Lakers stink, in L.A. tonight?"
I knew the Lakers actually play in Inglewood, at the Sports Arena there, but they are known as the L. A. Lakers.
"Aw, Kobe Bryant does all he can - and he's good -- but the Lakers do stink without Shaq, don't they?"
"I think," said Brian, "that Shaq could well have had his injuries taken care of before the season started, but he just wanted to show how bad the Lakers stink without him!"
"Okay! It'll be refreshing not to see the officials kissing his butt, and then looking the other way as he plunders his way around the court."
I'll get some tickets on the Internet, then we will need to leave right away to make it on time.
"What kind of tickets are available this late?"
"You'd be surprised. L.A. is fickle as hell. There will plenty of courtside left -- they're losing!"
"I'll have a hot dog for dinner -- courtside! And a beer!"
"You're too young to drink!"
"Yeah, but YOU can buy it for me! -- p-l-e-a-s-e, daddy?" I laid my face on his arm.
"Now you are in trouble, LITTLE BOY!"
"What are you going to do, spank my butt?" I looked VERY afraid!
"We haven't tried that yet, have we?" He looked VERY threatening!
"OOOO! Maybe when we get home!" I crooned, "I may need something to wake me up after my old man puts me to sleep!"
"You are in BIG trouble, little dude!"
"Bring it on!"
I hadn't seen this side of Brian before. Maybe the sports brought out the testosterone in him. I know it does me! Come to think of it, he hadn't seen me like this before, either! It would be tempting to say we were acting like a couple of teenagers -- but this is the way all men act about sports! It's what unifies us!
Well, maybe they are not as serious as we were when they joke about spanking each other!
The game was one sided. The Utah Jazz creamed them 101 to 78. But it was still fun. I could never afford to even go to a professional game -- much less smell the players B.O., sitting right behind them! There were pools of water under their seats -- from sweat! Somehow sports hot dogs are just better than at home. The beer wasn't bad either. I was feeling pretty mellow by the time we left. Brian didn't drink anything stronger than a Pepsi. I guess he had to be the good example for the "boy"!
In my mellow state the 90 MPH that Brian was cruising at on 101 on the way home, seemed like twice that speed. We were just leaving the valley when a CHP (Ca Highway Patrol) cruiser pulled up beside us. His lights were not on, so we figured he was just giving us a friendly warning -- as they occasionally do. But then Brian noticed that the cop was pointing -- not at the side of the road, but jabbing his finger straight ahead. He finally got it. The cop wanted him to hit it! At 165 MPH, the cruiser dropped behind! Some cops can be so cool!
I was asleep when we got home. I fell, getting out of the car in the garage. I was fine -- I think -- walking to the car from the arena, but I had been sitting so long, and asleep. Brian almost jumped to me. He held me down, making sure I was okay before helping me up, and into the house. He let me navigate on my own inside the house. He went into the kitchen to get me some orange juice -- said the alcohol depleted my vitamin c and it would prevent a headache in the morning.
I drank the O.J. and passed out on the couch. Brian picked me up like a baby -- again -- and carried me to the bedroom. I woke up, but didn't let him know. I didn't want anything to ruin the moment. I felt so good -- so warm -- so at-home -- so loved! He lay me on the bed and covered me up. He whispered, "I love you", and grabbed his pillow and turned for the door.
I woke up. "Where are you going?"
"I thought I would give you some space and the couch is very comfortable." He answered.
"NOOOooooo!" I begged.
He came back, lifted the covers and surrounded me with his love.
"I love you too, you know!" I said. I fell asleep to a wonderful dream.
We were flying. Like Superman! He was holding my hand -- like Superman did to Lois Lane the first time he took her flying. I never before flew in my dreams! But just touching this man -- Brian -- gave me the power I needed to fly. He then moved over to the top of me, and flew over me, holding me snug against his chest, with his one hand around my chest. The other (of course1) was pointing where to fly! I could feel his breath on my neck. I could feel his strong pecs against my back.
I could feel something else throbbing against my butt. I turned my head up toward him. He kissed me and I felt my whole body getting ready for an orgasm. I shot my load and my whole body felt it! I woke up, momentarily and indeed, I had gone off! I went immediately back to sleep, and was still flying. We crossed over the ocean -- I looked down and we were over Hawaii, and I saw Luke. He looked up and when our eyes met he looked quickly away. I cried, and Brian squeezed me even closer and kissed my neck.
I wake up first, as usual. No headache! I hate headaches on Sunday morning, no matter how much it is an indication of the fun I had the night before. I watched Brian turn over and rubbed his crotch. His back was toward me. He moaned a little as he rubbed himself. I moved up behind him and put my arm around his waist, and rubbed his crotch for him.
"MMMmmm! That's pretty naughty, you know!" He yawned. "Guess you must be ready for that spanking!"
"Naw! I'll pass for now!" I answered. "Go back to sleep so I can watch you a little longer, looking like an angel. You look like the devil now -- a very enticing devil! But -- maybe later, k?"
He sniffed a little and then closed his eyes. So did I -- for about another two hours! I was facing away from Brian -- or at least his side of the bed! I still didn't have a headache, at least, but I wanted to watch him sleep for awhile before I got up. Well, it smelled awfully good, anyway. Bacon and onions always smell good cooking!
I got up and wandered into the living room. "If you were older, you would look like shit!" He said. All I had on was a tee shirt, and I was scratching my head with one hand and my crotch with the other. "But as you are, you are almost too irresistible!"
"Is that worse than irresistible?" I teased.
"Touché! You really are aching for a spanking!"
"Promises, promises!"
I couldn't believe my eyes! He turned off the stove and ran for me. I jumped over the couch, and the chase was on! I ran to the other side of the room, and when he came over near me, /I ran behind the couch again. I was too close to the couch for him to jump as I had, so he ran around! We were giggling like a couple of ten-year-olds! Then /I made the fatal mistake: I ran into the bedroom. There was no place to hide. So he stalked me one step at a time until he had me cornered, in the shower. I was expecting him to jump at me, but he was reaching behind him and pushed the button. I'm still not sure how he got it to come out cold, but it did! He just howled, as I jumped and screamed! I would swear that he pushed the same button and immediately the water was the perfect temperature. All I can think was that he had preprogrammed it to do that!
As the warm water quickly warmed my body, I closed my eyes for a moment. He was on me like a cat on a mouse!
"I don't know if you are quite ready for this, Baby Boy!"
"Hee hee! Anything you can dish out, I can take!"
He them moved closer and grabbed my pulsing little man and started to stroke. He was obviously an expert at this, because as soon as I was almost over the top, he stopped and squeezed the head -- hard!"
"Ouch!" I cried!
"You asked for this, kid, so don't whine!" he hissed I could tell he was doing it in fun. He then put his mouth on mine and started to slowly stroke again. As my excitement grew, he slowed down and stopped once more, but kept kissing me.
My desire was so hot and I didn't know how I could hold out much longer. He touched my member and my landing gear started down. It was past the point of no return. I started to moan, and he started to stroke faster, pulling harder on the up stroke than I ever had! I started to yell out, not from his heavy strokes, but because I could feel my orgasm starting almost from the bottom of my feet. I started to choke off the sound and he slapped my butt -- hard!
"Don't hold it in!" he demanded and he slapped me again.
I was almost ready to erupt, and I yelled out, "Ouch!" and then my whole midsection started to convulse uncontrollably. Somehow he held me close and still kept up the wild flailing on my dick and then started wailing on my butt with his other hand -- slapping the shit out of it! I felt the pain very sharply, but my orgasm was magnified exponentially! I could feel the hot tears course down my face and the pain in my behind, but the orgasm was so overpowering, I almost passed out! I didn't, but I did lose control of my body and I went limp.
He caught me and picked me up like I was nothing. He held me under the warm shower like I was nothing. He started to carry me out, soaking wet, to the bedroom. I had no control and started to pee. I was still half-hard and the stream hit him in the face. Both his hands were occupied holding me, so he could only half avert his head, so it did not get into his eyes. The shower was still running so he stepped back into it, still holding me. What I had just done had brought me out of my stupor! I started to cry.
"Oh, nooo, baby, don't!" He crooned. "It's all right! It's not unusual for a guy to lose control after a climax like that." He chuckled. "That's why I was ready for you to collapse! I've not ever had someone pee in my face before, but really, it's okay. I feel so fulfilled, having brought you to that point! It's okay -- it's okay! And we're all clean now, Baby -- it's all right!"
I threw my arms around his neck and started to sob. It took me a few moments to explain that it wasn't that I was sad, but that I was so overcome with emotion! He laid me on the bed, still dripping wet and then lay down on top of me, and just held me there for about 5 minutes. I never felt so calm or relaxed in my life!
"Bri?"
"Yes, Sweetheart?"
"Have you -- have you ever had that -- done to you?"
"Yes."
Do you want me to -"
"No."
"Why?"
"I'm afraid. With the way I convulse at lesser things, I am just afraid."
"I understand. But it was -- so -- intense -- I can't explain it!"
"You don't have to. I know."
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