I have been informed that it would be a good idea to state a few warning comments. There may be graphic sexual scenes between men in this story, so please, if this offends you, or it is illegal or you are underaged to read such, stop here and hit your "back" button. If it is okay with you, read on and enjoy. I also want to thank Nifty for the opportunity to post my stories here. I have met some very nice people and been afforded an opportunity to express myself as never before. The feedback I have received here has encouraged me on to write more. Thanks to you all. >From Chapter 20: We got out of bed, and it was obvious to me that Rob knew what had happened in his dream. He didn`t say anything, but headed for the showers. I followed. Both Jake and Colin met us in there. There are only three shower stations there, so Rob took the one that was left. I kept my back to the wall, as I waited for one of then to finish. I was sure they could see the mess on my back, but I don't think they did! As I backed up to the shower, feeling it's cleansing warmth wash the spunk off me, I noticed anew Rob's magnificent softy. I had to look away to keep from getting hard. I finished in the shower and when I came back into the bedroom, Rob said, "Seth, a little brotherly -- counsel. You are 18 years old. I am 22! A lot of maturing takes place in that time. You must not blame yourself at all, for last night. Any 18 year old -- with his still teen hormones raging, might have done the same thing. I expect your doctor understands this. If you want I still will talk to him!" "Thanks, Rob. I'll let you know." "Okay. Just don't be too hard on yourself. Blame me!" Chapter 21
The phone rang. "Hi, Sweetheart! Are you ready for me to come pick you up?" "Yeah." "What's wrong?" "Nothing -- I will be ready when you get here!" I tried to sound a little more upbeat. I waited outside. Somehow I did not want him coming into the house. He arrived in about ten minutes. As soon as I got in the door, he said, "Hi, sweetie! Did you have fun talking with your brother and friends?"
"I -- I -- Yes. It was nice. We watched three movies after dinner, then to bed."
"I see." He said calmly. "I'll bet Rob is nice and warm to sleep with." "Wh -- what?" I could almost feel the blood draining out of my face. "Buck said that you made it no secret that you were sleeping with Rob." "Oh! Yeah!" I started. My mouth and throat were so dry all of a sudden, I had to swallow hard. "It's okay, Sweetie. There was no reason that you should have slept on the sofa. Rob is straight anyway -- right?" "Yeah." I felt sick. "Seth, what's wrong?" "Noth -- nothing -- REALLY! We were up pretty late. I guess I'm just tired."
He had to know I was lying! "I was hoping to take you out for breakfast, but if you would rather just go back and crash for awhile, that's okay. Too." << Yell at me! Slap me around! Damn you! Stop being so nice! You know I'm lying!>> "I -- yeah, that sounds great." I was having an impossible time trying to sound enthusiastic. We pulled into the drive way and then into the garage. He opened the door of the house and I stepped in. I walked toward the bedroom. "SETH!" He said, incredulously. "Don't I at least get a hug?"
<<I DON'T DESERVE A HUG!>> "OH, of course!" I turned and embraced him. He very passionately kissed me. I responded immediately. Tears flowed down my face. I had no control over them. "Brian -- I can't -- I can't lie to you." "What?" "I" I could feel I was about to lose it again. So before I did, I said, "I screwed up again!" I pulled away from him and ran into the bedroom and slammed the door. When he came in, I was crying and packing my things. "What -- what are you doing, my sweet Seth! You can't just leave me -- can you?" Even through my watery eyes, I could clearly see the hurt, red, moist eyes which looked out at me from my lover. "I don't - " I choked and cleared my throat. "I don't know what to do, Brian. I just -- I just feel so -- what can I possibly say to you to - " "Why don't you start by telling me what happened." I blew out a long breath. "Well, to start, Rob -- I mean Carrie -- my cousin -- broke up with Rob. So he was feeling very -- sad and -- vulnerable. He and I have slept together many times and nothing ever happened. He loves me as a little brother. Well he was feeling so bad - even crying a little I think -- and so I hugged him." "This was after you went to bed?" "Yes." "Go on." "Then he hugged me back, and then he was kissing me fondling my back and neck, and -- he sort of lost control. When he kissed my mouth was when I lost it, too. He grabbed my dick and it didn't take much before I was cumming all over his hand. He -- I -- then I did his and when he was about to blow, not even thinking, I bent down -- and - " I started to cry so hard I could not talk. "So you -- you took his spunk -- in your mouth?" "I didn't mean to -- I didn't mean any of this! But -- but -- but -- I ALWAYS wanted him like that! I just lost it!" "That bastard!"
"Oh, no!" I exclaimed. "Don't blame him! It may make it easier for you to blame him, but -- I should not -- I could have -- I - " I broke down into sobbing -- loudly -- and ran to the far corner of the bathroom. I crouched down as low as I could, trying to hide myself -- he found me! (It wasn't funny at the time!) He grabbed my shoulders firmly and raised me up, then picked me up and cradled me in his arms. It felt so natural and -- safe -- there! "Baby boy! You screwed up! That's all!" he said rather sharply to me. Then his voice mellowed and softened. "Seth, I don't quite know how to explain this to you. I don't want you to think you should use it as an excuse -- but -- I expected -- no -- feared this. You're barely more than a boy in many ways. But you are an adult -- and I am not your parent. You can call me "daddy" but in reality, I have no veto power over you, like your parents did and -- even do, because you are still living with them. I have to treat you as an adult. But, sweet baby boy, I can have compassion and forgiveness. And you know why? I have been there! I hope I am beyond that now, but -- I told you that I have hurt some very sweet boys! It was a very similar circumstance each time. I was lain with a very heavy trip, and I was tempted beyond what I could refuse. Maybe that sounds like an excuse -- and it is -- but I am trying to tell you that I understand. And I don't want to lose you!" I just listened. I could not believe what I was hearing, but I was hearing it. "And another thing, Seth, Baby." He put his face next to mine, cheek to cheek -- then looked deeply into my eyes. "I think I am beyond such things. I don't tell you this to make you feel even more guilty or bad. I tell you this to let you know that I won't do anything like this to you -- ever -- as far as I can tell at this point. I love you, sweetie pie! I am going to ask you again -- as I did the other night -- Do you think you are ready for an exclusive relationship?" I buried my face in his neck and shook it yes, tears and snot running down his neck. "Okay." He said sweetly. He put me down. He led me to the kitchen, and sat me in a chair there. He sat in another, directly in front of me. "put your hands on your legs like this." he laid his hands flat on his thighs. I did as I was told. Now, looked deeply in to my eyes. I did too. He said, "I have hurt two very sweet guys. I have BEEN hurt by two guys. Robert and -- you, Baby!" It felt like a knife twisting inside me. I grimaced. "I promise you that I will never purposely hurt you, Seth Miller Gary, and that furthermore, I will do my best to not hurt you even by accident." He looked deeply into my eyes until he thought I got it. Then he said, "Can you say the same to me?" "I -- (sob) have hurt you (sob, gulp!) deeply, twice! Dr. Brian Micheals, I promise (deep shuddering sigh) that I will never hurt you again.." "You might!" "I will not purposely hurt you and I will try my very best to never hurt you again!" I started toward him and he put up his hand. "I love you, Seth. I really meant what I promised, and I know you did too. Can we shake on this?" He extended his right hand. I shakily took it into my own and he firmly squeezed my hand, then pulled my up with him and into an embrace. I relaxed fully into him. "Are you still needing to sleep, Seth?" "I think so." "Me too. I worked all night, and I'm ready to take a nap. What time do you need to go back?" "Tomorrow morning?" "Really?" He smiled widely. "I have to work, but no school this week -- and no extra hours -- the Christmas rush is over!" "Wonderful!" "By the way, what do I have to do about insurance -- on my new car?" "It's good for a year." "Do you think of everything?" I `think' I want to hold you to sleep right now!"
"Me too!" And we went into the bedroom. We undressed down to our boxers. He looked at me and very deliberately took his off. I followed his lead. We climbed under the covers together, with him spooning me from behind. His body was soon relaxed and his breathing even. His arm was a little heavy on the side of my stomach. I moved it up to my hip, and I fell asleep too.
I dreamed Brian and I were in my car, driving up Highway 1. I was driving. I kept driving too fast and too near the edge. I started to skid in some gravel toward a deep cliff. His voice came to me as if from a cloud. "Just slow down, my son. Stay away from the edge." It sounded like Brian's voice, but I somehow knew it was God, telling me how to stay true to Brian. "Maybe we should at least wake up for dinner, Baby?" "What!~? where am I -- oh!" "I didn't mean to startle you." Reality came at me through the fuzz of sleep, as I woke up. "Hi." "How do you feel?" He asked me. "I -- feel really good." I said, in a relaxed way. "I had a wonderful dream. God told me how to stay away from -- trouble." "Good! Where shall we go for dinner." "You really want to go out?" "I thought you might like to." "I would be happy to stay here and -- do you have any soup?" "Yeah, I got soup!" "Let's just curl up on the sofa and watch some tube together." I suggested. "Okay!" he said with a delighted smile. He got out some canned soup and warmed it up, then we put on the TV. Nothing was on Sunday afternoon, but it didn't matter. I was happy just lying back in Brian's arms, spending most of the time just watching his beautiful face as he watched the TV, wondering what I did to deserve this wonderful man. My head was cradled on his chest. He looked down at me after a long while and when he saw me looking up at him, he said, "I thought you had gone back to sleep. Did you?" "No. I was just watching you." He ran his fingers through my hair, then stroked my forehead, seemingly mapping my face in his memory. "Seth?" "Yes?" "Can you -- do you think you might be able to -- get some time off -- the end of this week? I would like you to be there when they test me." "I -- are you sure I wouldn't be in the way?" "No. But I don't care. I want you to be there?" "Are you worried?" "Not really -- well maybe a little. I would feel better if you were there holding my hand.- especially when it's all over." (Why did he have to say it that way.) "You know I will do anything to be there!" "Don't quit your job!" he said. "Why not? I can get another job!" He looked at me strangely. I then realized the implication of what I had said. "Don't worry, they'll let me off!" "It's going to be Thursday afternoon." "Plan on me -- at the hospital or here?" "Can you come here? That way you can drive me." Was this more serious than he was letting on? "K." "What time do you need to get up tomorrow morning?" "I don't work until 9:00 AM, so -- 6:00 should be fine." "Perfect. I need to the hospital be there at 7:30 to study for my appointments." "You study' for appointments?" "I like to make sure I am familiar with a case. I have a lot of patients." "Wow! My apprecialtion just keeps piling up for you! Hand me the phone. I need to call my folks and let them know I won't be tere tonight." "Hi, Dad. I am going straight to work from here tomorrow morning. Right. It was nice. Nothing special. Just nice. K. Love you too! Bye!" "Nothing special?" "Nothing he needs to worry about." "Let's go to bed, K?" He said. "K." "Was there -- anything -- you wanted to do -- to seal the deal'?" "Only to hold you like you did me this afternoon -- and I hope your dream is as sweet as mine was! Other than that -- I really think you should -- save your strength -- or something -- for Thursday." "You're probably right.. See you are protecting me already. I love you, Seth Gary!" "Ditto, Brian Michaels." I don't think we moved all night long. I awoke just before the alarm. I was hard as a rock from a pee woody. It probably didn't help that I smelled the top of Brian's head, and it smelled so sexy! A thrilling shiver went through me -- so strong it almost made me start to pee! "You awake, Baby?" "I just woke up -- and boy do I have to pee!" "Can it wait for the shower?" "Oh! Yea-ahhh! We can pee together!" We hurried into the shower. He didn't even turn the light on. We were standing in the dark, water flowing over us from three sides, our fronts touching from chest to thighs. "Ready, go!" I said. We hugged each other and let just enough space between us to let it go. We both sighed and then moaned high and loud. When we were done, we just stood there, holding on for support for a moment. "I never knew peeing could be so satisfying!" he said. "Me neither." We washed one other's entire body and toweled each other off. We got dressed and I said, "Well, time to leave, My sweet Brian." "Wow!" "What?" "You have never called me that. It just took me by surprise. I loved it!" "I meant it." We kissed sweetly and hugged for about five minutes. I was the first to say it this time: "I love you, Brian Michaels!" He smiled and answered, "I love you too, Seth!" I left. As soon as I was on the freeway, and could put the car on cruise-control, I started reflecting on the weekend. I thought about my stupid mistakes. I thought about how sweet Brian had been -- and how understanding. I thought about my dream. I looked at the speedometer. I had the cruise-control set at 85. I decided that was getting too close to the edge. I slowed down to 70. There was no hurry. I thought about the next time I was at my brother's. I would sleep either in the extra room or on the couch -- alone, unless Brian was with me! Stay away from the edge. I made it to work in plenty of time. I came home after work -- it was only one o'clock -- and no one was there. I picked up the left out stuff -- left out the night before in the living room, where I slept. I thought how lucky I was to have a mom and a dad that were so understanding - so temperate. After dinner I approached my dad. "Dad?" "Yes, Seth?" "Last week -- when you and Brian were talking about the Bible -- that thing about the Trinity?" "Yes?" "Did you feel -- that he was -- out of line in some way?" "No, son. It was nice to hear someone speak with authority and conviction. Why, did he think I was offended?" "No." "Oh! Good!" "I did!" "Why, were you?" "I'm not sure. I guess I thought he should not challenge my dad's beliefs." "Well, I didn't take it as a challenge." "I don't think he meant it to be." "I don't either -- but - " "but?" "It did challenge me a bit -- so I did some studying of my own. As far as I can find -- he's right!" "Do you -- Dad? -- do you believe that he can speak to us?" "You mean God? Can he speak to us?" "Yes." "I -- Well I would not say he can't! But I don't think he -- does. Why - do you ask?" "I had a dream. And I had the distinct sensation that God was telling me something." "What was it?" "To stay away from the edge." "Go on." "It was like he was telling me I too often walk close to the edge of -- the cliff -- or something." "Well -- maybe like when you went out on your own last year to seek out that gay bar? Well, I don't know -- can't say that God was NOT talking to you -- in a dream -- but - " "But?" "What I do believe is that God made us. I just can't believe that we just happened through a bunch of evolutionary adaptations -- or even more ludicrous, that we happened by accident. And if he created us, then -- he created all that we are -- physically, mentally, emotionally and psychologically. I'm not saying he made us good or bad -- but he gave us all we need to deal with life's dilemmas. He gave us a subconscious that processes everything we see and do, and helps us to deal with reality. That may very likely be what happens when we have a dream that teaches us something. So, in a very direct way, it is God' which set it up, so it is he that is responsible for some of our decisions. Does any of this make sense to you? It's certainly nothing I have read -- at least not directly. I have pieced this attitude -- or belief if you will -- together one day, one week one piece at a time -- for my self. What is true for me -- may not be true for -- others." "Wow!" "What?" "You have -- given me a lot to think about. Why have you never told us -- me -- any of this before?" "I -- ah - " he turned a little red. I felt bad that I embarrassed him. "I apologize that I was not -- there' for you, son. I was not for Christopher either. I guess I always felt these were my own thoughts and - " "It's okay, Dad. I think if I ever have kids -- maybe I will want them to -- oh, I don't know, maybe that's being a little pretentious -- or something -- expecting that my beliefs are the `right' beliefs. As you said, maybe we just have to work our beliefs out for ourselves." "Actually, if I had it to do over I may want to do a few things differently.
I would definitely spend more time with my sons! AND my daughter. And maybe just taking you to church is not enough. I'm not too sure about that one. Taking you to church is sort of letting someone else teach you THEIR beliefs, while not telling you my own. Anyway -- that's the way I believe. So getting back to your question, I guess that maybe God may have told you something." "Thanks!" I hugged him. He was stiff, but he smiled at me and hugged me back. <<RINGGG!>> "Hello? Just a minute. It's for you, Seth -- a Dr. Steinman?" "Hello?" "Is this Seth Gary?" "Yes." "This is dr. Steinman. Your -- friend -- Dr. Micheals asked me to call you." Oh no! "What's wrong, doctor?" I said, fearing the worst. I sat down. "Nothing's wrong! I'm sorry if I worried you. He is busy with a full E.R. and asked me to tell you his test will be a day earlier than expected." "Are -- is -- will you be - ?" "Yes, I am the doctor who will be doing the tests." "So when should I - be there?" "Can you be here as early as 7:00 AM on Wednesday? He is getting a ride from a colleague." "Of course! Is he -- is everything -- all right?" "Yes. Perfectly. This is very routine stuff. But you probably know how we doctors are! We worry about everything that could possibly go wrong! I know it would mean everything to him if you were there. Also the hospital needs to know that there will be someone there to take him home afterwards, in case we need to give him any mind altering substance." "Thanks, Doc. I'll be there." I hung up the phone. "Is Brian all right?" "That depends." "On what?" "I guess on what you consider okay. He has a condition where when he gets overly excited -- stimulated -- he goes into a convulsion." "Wow! So you will be driving there Wednesday morning?" "Yes." By his language, I was already assuming that Brian had told this doctor "about" us.
Time flew by! It was no problem to get the time off. In California we have a "family time off" law and no one wants to mess with someone who asks for that time. I arrived at the hospital early. The volunteer directed me where to go. I was sitting in the waiting room, when this young doctor approached me. He was dark, and like Brian, had thin hair. He smiled -- almost sweetly it seemed to me. "Are you Seth?" "Yes." "I'm doctor Steinman. Is Brian here?" "I haven't seen him." "He told me you were cute!" "Wha -- at?" "Brian! He told me you were cute!" "Wha -- why would he tell you that?" "He and I -- and Doc -- a doctor from Hawaii -- were great friends in med school. We roomed together. I was the straight guy!" "You're the straight guy -- but you think I'm cute?" "Let me tell you -- rooming with those two -- I learned what was cute and what was not!" "All right, all right, no harassing -- or coming on to- the friends of the patients!" Brian announced himself! "Hi Brian!" Dr. Steinman said. "How are you feeling?" "Nervous and Hyper!" "Perfect!!" "Easy for YOU to say! You're not the one who is looking to get himself purposely thrown into a spaz attack!" "Get into the changing room and put on that cute little smock, so I can see your cute little hairy butt, sexy!" Dr. Steinman said. "Do you always talk to your patients like this -- or just the ones who used to suck your straight-assed dick?" "I never heard YOU complain!" Dr. Steinman roared. "Ditto!" Brian said. "I guess you and Morty have met, huh, Seth." "Yes." "I'm going in to change -- as that ass hole asked me to -- You can come in, in a few minutes, K?" "K." As soon as Brian left, I said, "Dr. Steinman." "Please! Call me Morty!" "Morty, is -- are -- are you sure everything is going to be okay?" "Seth, nothing is 100% safe. You would never leave your bed in the morning if you worried about every thing that could possibly happen. Now I need to quickly tell you something. It is hard to simulate the circumstances which will trigger one of these things. So that's why I said it was good that he was nervous and hyper. I want to make him even more so. His joking around was not only a way of putting off his nervousness, but signaled to me that he is not quite nervous enough! It may be hard to get him to spaz out unless he is -- well -- uptight enough. So the first thing I am going to tell him is he can't have you in the room with him. He wanted -- wants you there to calm him. That is exactly what we don't want. He will worry about you, your thoughts and will be angry -- all good for raising his stress level. Okay?" "K." "You ARE worried, aren't you?" "Well -- YES!" "Good, I don't have to lie about that to him!" He then disappeared through the door. Three hours. THREE FUCKING HOURS I waited! "Mr. Gary?" the nurse asked. "Yes!" I answered, impatintly. "Please come with me. The doctor wants to talk to you." I could feel my heart race as I followed her in the door and then she led me to Morty's office. My stomach felt as if it was in my throat! She showed me into his office. He was not there, but came in almost immediately after me. He looked disturbed! "Hi, Seth! Please - sit! O my God! "Seth, It's just not -- working!" he exclaimed. "Brian is in there, almost exhausted from our working him out and trying to induce one of those fucking
seizures! Do you think you can get a rise out of him -- make him mad -- or jealous -- almost anything!?" "I have done that already!" I said. "It doesn't work!" "Can't you -- think of -- anything? Have you ever seen it?" "Yes, twice" "What triggered it?" "Are you kidding me?" "No! I'm -- why?" "I know what triggers it but I'm not sure if - !"
"What, Goddammit! Anything! I'm open to anything! I don't want this to happen when I can't control the fucking circumstances!"
"I just don't know if I -- or he -- would be open to - "
"Do you love Brian?"
"I guess you have that figured out?"
"I knew! He told me two months ago!"
"I -- didn't even know him two months ago!"
"He told me he met you last summer!"
"He did! But -- Wow! I didn't realize. Well I think that -- he has never had it happen except when he has been sexually stimulated."
"You're fucking kidding me! You mean all I have to fucking do is have him fucking jack-off for me!?"
"It's a little more complicated than that."
"What do you mean?" He demanded.
"It takes a lot more than that to get it started."
Morty calmed down a little. "I'm sorry Seth. I was way out of bounds. I just really -- love -- Brian. He's like a brother to me. What will it take?"
"If he is willing -- and I have to tell you, this will be a supreme challenge for me, as well -- I can probably get him to -- spaz."
"I'll talk to him. He is upset too, and this may be just what is needed, while he is still -- agitated."
He left me sitting in his office. Very soon I heard yelling.
"No way!" It was Brian's voice. "Just no fucking way! He's only 18 years old, for crap sakes. Morty!"
Then I heard no more until morty came back.
"He wants to talk to you." Morty led me to the room -- no -- cubicle Brain was in.
"Seth," Morty said, "Brian. May I stay?"
"Yes." We said in unison.
"Seth," Brian said, "Morty told me he -- talked to you about -- having you -- maybe -- try to do -- something which might -- get me to -- spaz out!"
"Brian, I -- I'm - I want to do whatever you and Morty feel is -- necessary."
I said, shakily.. "I'm a little worried though. Remember when you -- did this to -- me - " tears sprang into my eyes. I gritted my teeth and went on, "I was so -- overcome -- that you had to catch me and hold me. I'm not -- not sure I'm strong enough to -- hold you."
"I'll be right here, Seth." Morty reassured. "If you need me."
"This is totally fucked!" Brian said. "I can't let you - "
"It's my choice, Bri -- and I choose to do it! I love you!" I looked quickly over at Morty. I had never made such a statement in front of someone else. "I do. And not only that, if they -- he -- can do anything -- give you anything -- to control this -- stuff -- I would do whatever it takes."
"Can we video it?" Morty said.
"Fuck no! Morty! NO! Besides, If you videoed it, you could not be ready to help -- if Seth needed you -- unless someone else -- NO WAY! Hook me back up!" He had taken all the stuff that was attached to him off. "Sorry, Seth, I got pissed and ripped them all off!"
"He has a drug to induce anger." Morty explained.
"Morty? What if -- is there any chance I would -- hurt -- Seth?
"No. Not -- not very much, anyway. I will be right here to prevent that."
"God, this FUCKING SUCKS! NO! No fucking training video!"
"Okay, okay! Lets get -- going."
"Wait a minute! I want to move to another room! This is too out in the open. These room-divider drapes are not enough!"
"Brian, time is too short. I'll clear the room. I can do that"
"Just the three of us!" Brian said.
"Just the three of us! Morty confirmed.
Morty went out and threw some orders around and then he threw back the drapes. The room was empty. He hooked Brian back up to the EKG, and a couple other machines I did not know anything about. I knew his brainwaves were going to be monitored.
"Okay -- all ready." Morty said.
I looked at Brian -- he dropped his smock. I looked at Morty. I knew what I was supposed to do. I was supposed to get naked too. I turned purple.
"Morty, draw one of the curtains and stand behind it. You don't need to see anything except the monitors unless you hear that we are in trouble."
Morty drew the curtain which was next to the monitors, and it also shielded us from someone coming in the door and seeing us. I undressed. I walked closer to Brian. He winked at me, nervously. I touched his hand. He withdrew it quickly. HE shook his head and whispered, "I can't -- let you - "
I put my mouth on his and kissed him passionately. He was at first stiff and unresponsive. I felt completely vulnearble, with Morty not 2 feet away from us. Listening. But I forced myself to press on. I started to rub his back and neck, and butt, and I started to moan myself, involuntarily. He softened up and kissed me back. I burried my head in his neck and kneaded his hairy but. He moaned. "Close your eyes, Sweetheart." I heard myself say to him.
I kissed his neck and shoulders and touched his prick. It sprang against my touch. I rubbed it lightly. He moaned some more. I kept hold or his butt, massaging and rubbing it with the other hand as I bent down and took him in my mouth. He clearly was not ready for that move and made to take my head away from that area, but I shook my head and sucked harder. He moaned again and started to breath harder.
I could tell he was well on his way to going off. I stopped and just hugged his midsection, his dick still in my mouth. He gave a shuddering sigh and I started up again. He gasped and then moaned even louder, and the moans were coming more regularly and higher pitched. When I knew he was almost ready to blow, I started rubbing his butt very hard, working up a lot of heat under my hands. He was obviously at the point of no return, so I started slapping his already tender butt as hard as I could. He started to scream and yell, forgetting where we were! I kept up the slapping and the sucking, well aware, myself, that he was not convulsing yet.
Something drew my attention toward the curtain. What I saw stopped me altogether! five heads were stacked up peeping around the edge of the curtain! Bri opened his eyes and looked where I was staring. He turned red as a beet!
"What the f" that was all he could get out as he went stiff and started to tremble and vibrate. Morty rushed in and held him still as he could -- he hollered for help. Brian's seizure was getting worse.
"A little help, here, fuckers! He is going into grand Mal!" I started to cry.
"Ohhh nooo!" I said. I stumbled back, and sat down in the chair, Four people, 2 men and two women were instantly there, helping hold him. They worked their way to the gurney which was in the room and strapped him to it.
By the time they were finished, he stopped shaking.
After about ten minutes, Brian spoke. "What the hell just happened!"
"We did it, buddy. You spazzed royally!"
"I told you NO other people! You ass hole, if I wasn't strapped down!" He strained against the restraints.
"But you are." Morty said. "I could see that you were about as out there as Seth could get you, but it wasn't happeneing. So Iran out and grabbed Drs. Brown, Headly, Rulfour, and Smith. I told them to just watch. Then I created a diversion for Seth -- to get him to look. When he did, he stopped and then you looked over. That sent you over the edge."
"Is THAT supposed to make it okay?"
"It worked!"
"When I get out of this - "
"Bri -- BRIAN!" I said more firmly that I knew I could. "IT worked Brian -- and you are all right!"
"But -- but -- but -- this is okay with you?"
"The only thing I was concerned with was you! Of course it was embarrassing at first, and of course it stunned me to realize we were being watched! But it's okay! It's okay, Sweetheart! It's okay."
Brian looked up at me and then over to his friend. The others had left by now. He looked back at me and started weeping uncontrollably. I started for him, checked myself, and looked at Morty. He nodded and pulled the curtain completely around us. I spread my body over Brian's, and just held him. It felt kind of precarious up on the gurney, but -- after all, he was strapped in -- we could not fall!
Notes: No notes! I am too emotionally drained! Comments may be sent to Steve at s4d@hotmail.com. Please put "Seth" in the subject area.