Fantasy World Ch.1

By Chris Johns

Published on Jul 18, 2024

Gay

Fantasy World

Chapter 3

Tom and I progressed to blowjobs the next week. I was so pleased it was at Reece's house because he squealed like a little pig as he orgasmed. I was hugely pleased, he had never felt anything like it before, he told me, when he had calmed down.

This whole situation was getting silly. I was surrendering a huge chunk of myself to Tom while still pining for my true love in my old world. The next night I was with Reece I told him.

"This is beginning to hurt me Reece. I love Tom so much, but back in my real world I have Max, I love him so much as well and have done for more than 35 years. I feel guilty with my new love but at the same time I don't want to leave because I feel he needs me."

"He does need you Charlie, you don't know how much yet, but it is coming, you must be strong. Max will still be there for you however long you are needed here."

"Oh great, that's supposed to help me is it? If you people are so clever, why don't you just make life better for Tom? Give him full use of his leg, make him grow another six inches, he'll be fine then."

"It doesn't work like that Charlie, we can only interfere so far. Tom must accept his burdens, but with your help he will carry them much more easily."

I shook my head, it didn't make sense to me. If there was no Max I would probably be wallowing in my newfound youth, but I couldn't give up the man I had loved since he was not a lot older than Tom was now.

I felt guilty being happy with Tom, and frustrated at being away from Max. That ended up with a crying jag a few nights later when I was by myself. Stupid, I couldn't remember the last time I had cried, well maybe I could, it was when my mother died, but that was grief and fifteen years ago. This was frustration more than anything else. I started to wonder about what I was doing.

During the next few weeks I managed to get each of the other three bullies alone. I systematically beat them to a pulp without marking them outside of their clothes. No come back, but my reputation as a knight in shining armour was born. I didn't mind except the nagging thought that if I was taken back to my proper life I would leave things open for the bullies again. Christ, my life was getting complicated.

My first term as a new schoolboy ended and I asked Reece what I was supposed to do for the next couple of weeks.

"You are going to see a lot of Tom. Neither of you have family apart from me and Mr. Hector so you are going to invite them round here for Christmas, as many days as you like."

High on my list of priorities was taking Tom's anal virginity. We had been lovers for a couple of months. Written on his sleeve was his love for me, metaphorically speaking, so I felt confident I could do the deed.

The sleepover was our second night of holidays. We went up to my bedroom and did our usual preparation before falling into bed. Propped up on one elbow so that I could look down on him I told him what I was planning.

"Tom, I love you so much. That love has been growing every day that I see you and now I want to show you by going the last mile in our lovemaking. I want to make love to you tonight including anal penetration."

He looked at me and grinned.

"I love the way you word things Charlie, it is so old world polite."

I blushed, I guess times like this I used the same language I would use if I was seventy, huh, I was seventy.

"You can just say you want to fuck me."

"No Tom, I don't want to just fuck you, I want to make love to you, there is a difference in my book."

He stroked my face and lowering his voice so that what he said came out sounding husky and sexy as hell, "I love you so much, Charlie, I told you months ago I'd do anything for you. That means you can do anything to me as well."

I couldn't have been happier. I did make slow and very gentle, but passionate love to him. We kissed and cuddled to start with, then played with our important bits before swivelling round to 69. I used that time to start opening him up as well. His little anus took my breath away as I started on it. He was the most delightful body I had ever made love to. When I eventually entered him he was so relaxed I didn't notice any pain at all as I went over his sphincter. I didn't last very long the first time, but I remained in him and did it for longer a second time.

"That was incredible, Charlie, have you had loads of experience?" Shit, of course I had, but I couldn't tell him that.

"Enough I hope."

He nodded and I'm sure he could see into my soul his look was so intense.

"I would have been good even if this was my first time because loving you the way I do leaves no room for second best."

Definitely the right thing to say. He pulled me down into the mess of cum from his own multiple orgasms and planted a very special `I love you kiss' on my lips.

Now we were truly lovers and I would like to have thought it was for always but I couldn't see how that was ever going to happen.

Reece knew, and Mr. Hector came to realise over the Christmas holidays that Tom and my love for each other was incredibly deep. Mine was tinged with sadness that this was so temporary.

Another term started and people realised that the friendship between Tom and me was very deep. Lester had one more go at Tom before realising that action was going to keep being painful. I instigated another fight with him in front of others but made it look like I was just defending myself. I took the greatest of pleasure in almost destroying him. He was the recipient of just about every painful Karate move I could put on him. I didn't mark him visually but when he stripped for football a week later the bruises still covered most of his body. The message went well and truly home then to all the others. That was the last time I heard a derogatory comment about Tom's size or his physical state.

The doctors had been monitoring Tom for size changes for about a year. He hadn't grown at all so they decided now was the time to carry out the knee operation. They were going to replace his present one with a plastic implant. We were assured it was almost a routine operation now, like hip replacement. They would schedule it for the first day of the Easter break to give Tom two weeks to recover before school started again. We went through that term getting more and more excited, particularly when one of the surgeons told Tom that after the operation was complete they would look at skin grafts to remove the worst of the scarring. I was as happy as I could be, except for the fact that when this was all complete I would probably have served my usefulness and be returned to my true state. Tom picked up on it but of course I couldn't tell him the truth.

He went into the orthopaedic hospital a little apprehensive but I remained with him as much as possible until the next day when he was wheeled into surgery. I think the porter and attending nurse were a little surprised when I bent over and kissed Tom on the lips just before I had to leave him.

"I'll be waiting for you when you come back. I love you."

Of course I worried while he was in surgery, his dad was sat with me in the waiting room as worried as I was.

Less than half an hour later an alarm bell rang and all hell broke loose, all centred round the theatre in which Tom was undergoing his surgery. I ran for the door and was stopped by security.

"You can't go in Sir, just let the medical staff do their job."

I was going frantic and Mr. Hector was as worried as me but tried to calm me down.

Almost an hour later the operating surgeon came to talk to us.

"I'm sorry Mr. Hector. Tom had some kind of allergic reaction and we lost him. We have got him breathing again but he is still critical. We've sown his leg up again to close off the incision, but we have done more damage than we've mended in our haste. When he has recovered completely we'll try again, but for now I'm afraid he'll not be walking anywhere."

I was almost beside myself with anger. Tom was doing quite well on his bad leg. At least he could walk ok, now they were saying he wouldn't even be able to do that. I lost it then and accused the surgeon of being a butcher and I would see him drummed out of medicine if he didn't make Tom perfect. The security guard's attempt to stop me going in to see Tom put him on the floor. I looked at my baby and wanted to scream, he looked as though he had shrunk. There were tubes coming from everywhere it seemed, and he was on oxygen assist with his breathing. I held his hand and told him I was here and would be with him for as long as it took to make him well again. That was when three security guards came in. I looked at them and then round the operating theatre before standing to face them.

"I would guess there is close to ½ million pounds worth of equipment in this room. I promise you that if you try to remove me I will put all three of you down, but in the process I will probably wreck this operating theatre. I suggest you go and talk to the surgeon to see if he is happy with that. Oh, I'm required to warn you that I have a black belt in Karate."

They looked at each other and then left. A porter and an orderly came in a few minutes later and told me they were moving Tom to the ICU and visitors were not allowed in there.

"I'm telling you now that I am not leaving Tom until we walk out of this hospital together, so this visitor is going to the ICU."

The surgeon came in next and told me the same thing, and I repeated my previous statement. Mr. Hector followed and told them all that Tom and I were lovers and almost inseparable.

Another conflab and the surgeon told me I would have to get into scrubs and wear a mask all the time I was in ICU.

"I'll wear a space suit if you want me to as long as I'm with Tom."

I left Tom's side only for toilet purposes during the next forty-eight hours. Solid food wasn't allowed in the ICU so I drank energy and protein drinks out of specially sealed bottles. Seventy years old wasn't too old to cry for my love and I did. I thought he was never going to come out of his coma. A doctor I hadn't seen before came in after the second day, read all of the notes on Tom and then told a nurse to get him a quantity of a new drug. I looked at him hard.

"You aren't going to play with his life using some new drugs on trial are you?"

"And who are you young man?"

"I'm all set to be your worst nightmare if my baby doesn't get well after you have played with him."

He shook his head and walked out. When he came back he was carrying a dish with a hypodermic syringe in it. He was smiling as he put it down on the bedside table and took a chair next to me.

"Charlie, I'm a haematologist and Tom suffered a reaction to the loss of blood when he was opened up. This drug is going to sort out this anomaly in his blood composition so that when he is well enough the surgeon can open him up again and finish the job he started. It's no one's fault. It wasn't expected because of what he went through in the accident, it never showed then for some reason. Maybe it developed because of the accident. Now watch this. I'm just about 100% certain that in less than an hour Tom will be awake."

I watched him introduce the drug into a vein and I held my breath, probably not for the hour, but I know I was only just breathing as I watched Tom. An hour later he squeezed my hand and I started breathing normally again. It was still several hours before he could speak to me, but I could feel his grip on my hand strengthening while I sat and talked to him. I tried to explain to him what the surgeon had said to me. His first words to me were, "I'm not going in there again without you, Charlie."

I thought, `here we go again, I wonder how many people I will have to knock down to watch the operation.'

That was a long way off, Tom recovered very slowly.

"His body has to make up the blood loss with the new blood he is creating."

That was the surgeon. What he didn't tell me, and what caused both Tom and I a great deal of angst was that he would have terrific pain from his botched knee operation and be unable to put any weight on it for months. When he was well enough to move, they put a cast on his knee and absolutely forbade him to put any pressure on it. The wheelchair had a specially adapted piece to take his leg held horizontal and with a guard round it so that no one could accidentally knock it.

The next few months were heart-breaking for me. Watching Tom fight the pain and the inability to even walk was a terrible strain. I barely left his side and had to stand all the tears from the pain and frustration. I thought it was never going to end. Reece jollied me along but I wasn't seeing much of him, I lived at the Hector house. Mr. H. became Dad and I became Son. That was about the only thing that made me smile. He should have been calling me Gramps, and me calling him Son.

We had wasted the summer by the time the surgeon felt ready to go again. At one of the last consultations before the op. Tom told him that he wouldn't go into the operating theatre without me. The arguments flew, but Tom dug his heels in and so did I.

"You don't have enough security staff to keep me out Doc, so if you don't want a wrecked hospital why don't you give in and let me comfort Tom. I can do that from the head end stood next to the anaesthetist so I won't be in your way."

We scrubbed up together on the day. The surgeon chatted to me as we were doing it.

"Tom just about worships you Charlie, doesn't he?"

"Yes, I guess, about the same as I do him."

He looked at me before his next comment.

"I can understand his respect for you because you act like a very much older and wiser person than your eighteen years, but the love thing is outside my understanding."

"It's not difficult Doc, just think how a man and a woman can be head over heels in love and it is just the same for same sex couples. You straight people don't have a monopoly on love, in fact, you probably don't even come close to loving like we do. It is still so difficult to find acceptance for our love that we build a fortress round ourselves to protect it, and living in that fortress our love grows unhindered."

He just nodded then and we went through to the theatre. Tom's face lit up when he saw me.

"I'm here to stay my love, you just relax and before you know it we'll be walking out of here."

The tears were there and I kissed them away.

No trauma this time. I watched in amazement as they replaced Tom's kneecap with a plastic one. They checked it's working before finally stitching him up.

"We'll send him home in a wheelchair, Charlie, because he must only walk on it for a little while each day to start with. He'll have a few days of physio before we release him. You can go back to school now."

"Huh, no chance Doc, I go back when Tom goes back."

He didn't say anything else to me until the day we left.

"I've never met an eighteen year old like you Charlie, you appear to be older and wiser than my dad at times. Look after Tom, I get the feeling you are his rock."

Yes, and what's going to happen when that rock disappears, was my thought.

When we did go back to school we had two terms to get up to speed for our final exams, we were already a year behind. We had tried, but we had lost too much to do our higher certificate exams with our peers. Life became study, eat, and sleep, we hardly did anything else, well, apart from some loving, and I continued to effectively live at Tom's house. Reece told me that he was paying Mr. H. for my keep.

"I should hope so," was my comment. Tom kept a stick with him for a few weeks because his leg did ache a little if he was on it a lot, but he didn't have any kind of limp until he got tired. We sat finals, Tom threw away his stick and he spent time with me in the gym. I was keeping super fit with the idea I might try to move on from a black belt. Tom worked on a fitness programme that was levered heavily towards building muscles in his legs. A UK summer where the sun actually shone and we headed for the beach at weekends, I took a beautiful shot of him naked behind a beach hut while he was changing. The top came down on the Audi and my lover revelled in his new found freedom. The skin graft had been done and was almost perfect, but we didn't care. Tom knew I loved him as he had been when I first met him so even without the cosmetics he would still have grown in confidence because of my love for him.

Our examination results were good, we got first choice university and were set. That was when the bomb dropped. Reece called me one day towards the end of August.

"Come and see me tonight Charlie, by yourself."

I knew before I even walked in the door.

"I'm sorry Charlie, it's time. You have one more week. You have to find some way to tell Tom that you are going away, and won't be back."

What could I say? I wanted to go home to Max, but I loved Tom so much, how could I do either?

The last week was a nightmare. I told Tom I was going away, that I had no choice. I told him I loved him more than I could ever tell him. Of course he couldn't understand and I couldn't tell him the truth.

"You are the most wonderful boy in the world, you have to promise me you'll try to be happy, find another love and have a contented and love filled life."

Pathetic or what, I was almost lecturing him like an adult. He screamed at me not to go, he told me he would die without me, and I thought I would die without him as well. I tried to explain to dad that I had no choice, forces greater than he could comprehend were pulling the strings.

I went amid the most awful scene of devastation from my lover.


Next: Chapter 4


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