Friends or What

Friends or What?-Chapter X AUTHOR: Barry Mattison 23 July 2010

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INTRODUCTION:

This is a fictional story about how two young guys grew up as friends since 3rd grade and are now in their Junior year ready to end the year, planning summer vacation. One likes the other and has had a crush on him for some time, but doesn't really know what that means, the other has a girlfriend and doesn't really see anything beyond his childhood friend other than their friendship.

The characters in "Friends or What?" are all fictional and any semblance to real persons--living or deceased--is purely coincidental.

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This fictional story and others written and published by this author are written for the gay reader in particular and describe scenes of male nudity and sexual acts between two or more guys that some readers may find inappropriate and/or unsuitable for their reading. Please do not read any further if you find such reading offensive or if it may become property of anyone under the age of 21. "Friends or What?" is copyrighted by Barry Mattison under the Registered Trademark Foxstories® and published as StoriesByBm© with exclusive permission to publish given to the Nifty Alliance Archive only. Anyone wishing to use any stories published under either copyright may go to the web site listed above and read the information posted there for legal limitations. Copying, distribution or re-publication of this writing in any other web site, private or otherwise, without written permission of the author is a violation of local, national and international copyright laws and will be pursued to the fullest extent allowable by applicable laws governing that country.

Chapter X

We'll, let's see...just in the last few weeks Jason's been chased into the lake half naked by what he thought was a bear, although I didn't see it, thus ruining my blueberry pancake breakfast; I shot a Mountain Lion, puma, cougar, whatever you want to call it as it was just getting ready to attack Jason...oh by the way, we didn't have to take the rabies shots, the lion didn't have rabies after all..., Jason and I found out we were actually brothers--Fraternal twins by birth-- and we both were legally adopted by our grandmother; we decided to finish our Senior year at our regular school where we were suddenly faced by an angry swim coach over rumors about my being gay; oh, I left something out...Jason and I are living in our own apartment with one of the game wardens -- Jeff -- that helped bring out the mountain lion from the woods. Jeff also turned out to be an old friend of granny's, but we are essentially on our own...now back to the coach, we, Jason and I, were called into the coach's office during practice where he planned to read us the usual riot act about gay's being on the team and bringing down moral and all that moralistic garbage that he so religiously practiced while reading his porno magazines behind locked office doors after practice.

But not only did he get an earful from me but he got the other one blasted by Jason. He could afford to lose me, but not Jason on the team. So Jason came out to him and the whole team in the locker room and we came out as a couple. At first we thought that Dave, the team captain was going to pull a real bigot thing by pushing through the locker room and standing nose to nose with us, but Jason and I stood firm and we made friends, even hugged! Once that was all over with we were accepted without question as being no different than anyone else on the team...although we suspected we weren't alone...and were able to actually start working as a cohesive team unit, later winning meets and enjoying ourselves.

We also knew that there was going to be a big difference between the swim team and, say, the basketball team, a much more aggressive sport. Surprisingly the issues weren't mostly with Jason's team members, but with their parents, father's specifically. Seems that a few of the father's found out that Jason was gay and were pushing the coach to get him off the team. Of course some of the guys on the team pushed the envelope a little, but since Jason was a team captain and valuable member they kept their comments behind his back. The only one that seemed to push Jason's buttons was Pete. He was about the same size as Jason, a well known bully for years. His father had been a bully before him and was still a loud mouth at every game, calling the ref's names, shouting out embarrassing phrases, calling his son stupid if he made a bad play. The father was bad news...but together they were trouble looking to make someone's life miserable.

We were already into the first month of the fall semester and enjoying living in our apartment.

"Hey Todd, hurry up, we'll be late for swim practice."

"I'm coming. Just throwing in a load of laundry before we leave. Are all your clothes in the hamper?"

"Yes, let's get going, I don't want to be late."

"Okay. Coming. Meet you out front."

Jason pulled up out front of the apartment just as Todd was locking the front door. He reached across the seat and opened the passenger door latch so Todd could hop in.

"Sorry dear but we needed some clean clothes. It was either throw a load in or go to school tomorrow naked. I don't mind walking around school looking at your cute butt all day, but....get it, but....I kill myself...hehe, anyway, I'll finish them after we get home so you can keep that sexy look of yours going tomorrow."

"Oh brother."

"Yes?"

"Arrrgh!. All the world's out of work and I got a comedian for a brother..."

"The sweetest, most loving guy you could have ever found, that's who. Anything else you need to knwo?"

"No, does my loving brother kiss good?"

"Put that lever in park and let's find out."

He did, we did, it was the best, we left satisfied.

"So, you have a basketball game tonight at home. Are you planning to come home after swim practice or stay there? If you're staying there I'll come home, make something for your dinner and bring it back to you."

"Instead of that why don't you stay after and we'll go get something to eat and come back for pre-game practice. That way we get to spend a little time together."

"Sounds good to me."

Swim practice went fine. We were getting to be fairly equal in the water at least. I had taken to swimming extra hours to build up my chest a little and give me an advantage over a few of the other guys. Some of the opposing teams always looked at me when we competed and seemed to ignore me because of it. But when I pulled ahead of them and won they sure noticed. Anyway, Jason and I decided to eat at a nearby restaurant so we could make it back in time for his pre-game. Dinner was delicious and the short walk back, hand in hand was romantic. We came in the back way to the locker rooms where I gave Jason a kiss on the sly, then went back out and headed around to the front door to re-enter and find my usual place on the bleachers.

I never made it farther than the garbage containers behind the school before I was in the back hit from behind by something hard. Whatever it was sent me reeling around and flat to the ground. My body was instantly racked with pain as I folded up in a fetal position. My breath was gone, I couldn't speak or call out, but I could see. Standing there was Pete and his father. Both of them had something in their hands and were walking towards me calling me faggot, queer, all sorts of names. They clearly had every intention of doing more than what they'd already done. I kicked wildly with my feet and knocked over some trash cans, but I still couldn't find my voice to call out for help. Pete's father came up to me and started kicking me in the legs, chest and the head. All I could do was try to hold my hands around my head, but I was losing consciousness fast. The last thing I remember was Pete moving towards me calling me and Jason names and saying it was time we were taken out of the game. After that everything went dark.

Inside Jason was changing into his game clothes, but he was missing his game socks. Figuring I might have left them home in the wash, he quickly ran to the back door to try and catch me. What he saw when he opened the door horrified him. In a blind rage he flew out the door, grabbing something in his hand as he went, his rage beyond anything he had ever felt in his life. He came up behind Pete and nailed him in the head with the two by four he'd picked up, knocking him out on the ground. Pete's father quickly turned around and faced Jason when he realized they weren't alone anymore and that Pete was on the ground. By then a few of the team players had come out the door looking for Jason. In a pack they all ran at Pete's father to bring him down, but he dropped his steel rod and tried to take off. Unfortunately for him the odds were stacked against him and the group lifted him off the ground and carried him into the building to call the police and an ambulance.

According to what Jason said I was near death when the ambulance arrived. They had to airlift me to the hospital trauma unit where I was immediately operated on. Jason called Jeff who in turn called granny, both rushed to the hospital. I knew nothing of what was happening as I was in a medically induced coma now after the operation. By the time they let Jason and Granny see me I guess Jason almost passed out because there were tubes and hoses coming out of all parts of me. I was on a respirator and all that other stuff that keeps you alive when you're in a coma. Jason was lost according to what Jeff told me much later. In fact, if it hadn't been for Jeff, I don't think Jason would have made it through the whole thing. Jeff sat with Jason for as much time as possible, giving him moral support. Jason would sit there day and night talking to me, holding my hand, reading me stories, telling me how much he loved me. The funny thing was that I swear that I could hear him even though I couldn't respond back. It only took him a few days to figure out how to crawl into bed and read or sleep with me. At first the nursing staff was totally against the whole thing from what Jason said later, but my neurologist squashed the opposition by telling them it would promote faster healing if Jason would be allowed to be beside me. Nothing was said for a while about the subject.

Apparently it took about two weeks before I showed signs of starting to come out of the coma. My body was a mass of bruises and swelling from all the kicking and hitting with the pipes. They had to repair my liver and remove a kidney, reset quite a few ribs and re-inflate one lung. I guess the worst thing for Jason to look at was the brain surgery I needed to relieve the pressure from the swelling. They had to remove a part of my skull for a while until the swelling went down and then replace it when it was okay. Jason said that he hardly recognized me at all because my body was bandaged from head to toe. About three weeks after the incident Jason was lying beside me on the bed with his arm around me as best as he could. He was talking to me, telling me over and over that he couldn't live without me and how much he needed me when I squeezed his hand slightly.

"Honey, do that again. Squeeze my hand again he said quietly."

Apparently I did because he pushed the nurse call button while calling for the nurse. One came running and he asked me to do it again, which I did.

"I'll call the doctor right away. He'll want to come check him out. Keep talking to him."

"I kept kept talking to him, rubbing my arms, kissing him, telling him how much I loved him until you arrived. doctor," he said to the neurologist.

The Dr. asked me what had happened, so I told him. He asked me to see if I would do it again, only he held his other hand.

"Todd, squeeze my hand and the Dr.'s hand at the same time." He did, not hard, but he did. Then the Dr. asked Todd to move his left foot, which he did slightly, then his right. Then the Dr. listened to his breathing and his heart.

"Is he going to be alright doc?" I asked.

"I think that we're out of the woods, but a lot can still happen. But I'd say that between his will to live and your love he's got the best chance to come out of this. You two are brother's I understand...and gay and in love."

"Does that make a difference?"

"Not at all. My partner would be doing the very same thing for me too," as he put his hand on my shoulder. Your love for each other is stronger than any medicine I can give him and will heal him faster. Stay with him as much as you want. If anyone gives you a problem just page me and I'll take care of it."

I was in tears now as the Dr. told the nurses they could remove the breathing tube and see if I could breathe on my own now. It took a while, but with the doctor's help they got it removed and waited for me to start breathing on my own. At first I had trouble, but soon I was breathing strong enough. I would have trouble swallowing, but the nurse would show me what to do as I started to come around and how to feed me; hopefully I would respond better with me there.

"Thank you doctor, I can't even begin to tell you how much he means to me and how much I appreciate what you've done to save him."

"It's a team effort and you're part of that team. Take good care of him and he'll be home soon."

During all this time I was in the hospital Pete had been in the hospital and had been released some days after the incident to rest in jail with his father on attempted murder charges. They were going to be there for a long, long time. Jason had decided to quit the team the next day to be with me, but with the exception of one player and his parents, the team refused to let him quit. However there was a lot of tension among the team members, the parents, fans, and the press. The team was torn apart because of all the pressure from the infighting between the parents over "the useless fags causing problems" and the other parents who were sympathetic about what had happened. I suppose that there will always be that gap and we'll always be looking over our shoulders, watching for the bigots who are allowed to beat their wives and children without getting caught, drink and drive and brag about it and get away with it seven or eleven times. The thought had even occurred to me that these jokers would get away with this because of 'what' we were. But that was down the road for now. Admittedly Jason was nervous going to practices and games, but there were enough guys on the team who were on his side that liked him so he was never in danger.

The school called together a meeting of all the students and brought in some people who specialize in starting anti-bullying programs. Because of what had happened they spent extra time with students getting them to sign contracts and convincing them that bullying would not be tolerated. The problem was that some of the teachers were parents of "jocks" who still pushed their kids to "win" at all costs and there were still flare ups from time to time. Together with the fact that the school board didn't help much because the sports team promoted the school enough to draw in attention from some good colleges and in the process, drop off some kick backs. So the bullying never really stopped totally, but at least there was an awareness and more students were willing to do something about it than just ignore it. Of course that didn't do me any good, but at least I didn't have to worry about it for a while.

Meanwhile, I was making a fairly rapid recovery while Jason stayed with me as much as possible and Jeff went back and forth as much as he could, keeping the apartment open, doing some laundry , organizing get well cards and things like that.

Granny was her cool, calm self after I had come out of my coma and settled down into a routine of coming to sit with me while Jason finished his school work for the semester and went to practices and games. The teachers had gotten together with Jason and had sent a tutor to the hospital, when I was able to concentrate, to help me catch up so that we would be able to graduate together. At least some people were on our side. So between Jason, Jeff and Granny and the tutor I was able to manage my schoolwork, rehab, and work on getting out of the hospital. I never would know how much damage they had done to my body until the trial; quite frankly, I didn't want to know. I knew what I had to overcome, and with Jason's help I would.

Three months later I walked out of the hospital on crutches, assisted my the love of my life. We went home to our apartment where Jeff had done some carpentry, assisted by his fellow wardens, and had made a sloping entryway, handrails throughout the apartment, rails in the tub and shower, just about everything I needed to continue with my rehab. I even had a treadmill to work on walking, some weights, and we had a brand new jacuzzi in the backyard, courtesy of granny, for me to soak in to help heal my muscles. Jason was standing beside me, steadying me up at the back doorway a week later when I started to cry.

"Hey babe, what's the matter." he asked as he pulled me closer.

"I don't know. I think it's the first time I've let my feelings out since the attack. I've been holding everything inside and now it's all just hit me for some reason. All that everybody's done for me, all that Jeff did on the house in the hospital, all the granny did to help, the doctors and nurses, and especially you."

He turned and looked at me with those quiet eyes, tears pouring out of them.

"You could have moved on knowing I probably wouldn't survive, but you slept with me every day and night through the worst time of my life. The doctor told me that I was technically dead when the helicopter landed at the hospital, but they revived me and your love kept me alive. I fought this battle for you, for us. I could hear every word you said to me all those days and nights, but I was trapped in a body that couldn't respond. It was so frustrating, but you kept me going as I listened to you talk to me, read stories, tell me over and over how much you loved me. I love you so much Jason, and I always will. Thank you for staying by my side. I felt the warmth of your body against mine and I felt your hand in mine. It sounds like I'm just babbling now, but I just wanted to let you know how much everything you did has meant to me."

"Babe, you are all I could think about. My life would have been worthless without you. A long time ago someone told me that we were meant to be together and I didn't understand, or believe him. But when I saw those guys beating up on you every fiber in my body was screaming that these guys had no right to take my lover from me after all we'd been through. I had every intention of killing both of them if I had to. Then after that and getting to the hospital not knowing if you made it I was lost, my heart broken in pieces at the thought I might be left alone without you, and still the seething rage was controlling my mind as I wanted to go back and make sure those guys knew how much I hated them. All this has made me realize that I can't always protect you and you can't be there if I get in trouble...I don;t know how to deal with that thought. Honestly speaking, you are everything to me and what we've have been through has really shaken me, and I'm sure you too, right down to the bone. For now, as long as we're back together and you are healing I'm okay, but sometime I need to talk to a therapist and sort out these feelings. I just wanted you to know how I felt inside and not hold it all in and have you wonder if I became moody or something."

"Honey, I couldn't be mad at you for anything. I appreciate how honest you have been in telling me how this has affected you because I feel much the same and would be glad to go to the therapist with you. There will never be an 'I' with us...it's always 'we'. Now give me a hug...very gently, a kiss...very long...and then let's do something. I think I know everything about People Magazine and all that stuff from the hospital, so no more reading right now."

"Would you like to take a jacuzzi? It's dark now...we could skinny dip sexy."

"That sounds like fun, but you'll have to lift me up and in."

"No problem. You're as light s a feather now. We need to work on putting some meat back on those bones. Okay, stay here on the couch and rest while I get a couple of towels and help you change. I have a surprise for you too."

"I'll be right here waiting. I was going out for a quick run, but I'll wait."

There was a smirk on Todd's face that Jason caught in his peripheral vision. He laughed as he leaned over and kissed Todd again.

"I hope you never get tired of being kissed because I can't stop doing it. Now wait right there...and no smart aleck remarks this time..."

Jason went into the bedroom we had set up downstairs, returning in a few minutes with a new pair of swim shorts on and a couple of large towels.

"Okay babe, put the crutches aside and let me help you get your clothes off."

"Alright, but no hanky panky. You know how bashful I am around strangers."

"Right, about as bashful as a two year old. If you could have it your way you'd wear no clothes at all, driving me crazy all the time. I'm going to pull your shorts, shoes, socks, shirt and underwear off so I can get your new swimwear on. Ready?"

"Guess so."

I untied his sneakers, pulled them off and his socks as well...then undid his shirt buttons and carefully pulled his shirt off without moving his arms too much. After unbuttoning his shorts I gently slid them down his skinny waist, folded them up them pulled his boxers down and put them in the pile for the laundry. I reached into the pile of towels I had brought down and pulled out a new pair of smart looking briefs and put them on him. I had also bought a pair for myself and yanked down my swimsuit to show him. We still had interchangeable clothes, although he had lost quite a bit of weight in the hospital. I helped him up and we walked over to a mirror, where Todd gasped when he saw us together in the low rise, hot briefs. His hands started wandering all over my body, especially my balls and cock encased in the soft basket formed by the tight but velvety smooth new low rise. We spent several minutes playing with each other before we both had hardon's.

"Let's go get into the jacuzzi and continue playing around some more. It's been a long time without sex for both of us and I miss it very much. Okay with you babe."

"You bet Jase. First a kiss and another rub down, then a swim in the jacuzzi, then we'll see what pops up."

"Let's go then, you want the crutches or may I carry you?"

"You may carry me good knight. Screw the crutches. That way my package will be right in your face all the way to the pool, teasing you with every step. La de da de da. He he."

"You little minx. I think somebody's feeling better. We'll get to the jacuzzi and find out just how much better he's feeling."

"Ut oh...you found out my secret, dang."

After that challenge it didn't take me long to grab the towels, Todd, and walk the whole mess to the warm jacuzzi. I dropped the towels on the chairs and walked both of us down into the bubbling water. It was just the right temperature so we could stay in for a while. Seeing Todd in the wet underwear, now see through, was a real turn on and I wasted no time in setting him in one of the high rise seats and then diving for cock. He lifted his boner up to my mouth and I started licking and sucking his hardon through the wet cloth. It was such a turn on mentally for both of us that within a few minutes of massage between my hands squeezing his balls and cock and him doing the same in return we both came to simultaneous climaxes, filling our new underwear with gobs and gobs of spunk. It took minutes before either of us was able to catch our breath. I lifted him up and sat him on the edge of the rim, juices running down both of our legs as I sat beside him.

"Do you suppose the filter is going to clean all the cum out?" That's the first time we've done that in here."

"I think it'll be okay. That was so hot with the wet underwear on I couldn't hold back,"

"Me neither. We've got to try that again with a few twists...soon too!"

"Do you want to sit in the water for a while and let me rub your muscles?"

"That would feel really good, but be light on the touch. Some places are still very sore...even though I'm still on the pain medications."

"Okay, but let's get these off first while we're out of the water. Here, put your hand on my shoulder while I pull yours off.

We sat in the water for ten minutes or so at a time as I rubbed his legs, arms and chest, alternating between sitting up on the edge and back in the warm water. The doctor had advised that too much warm or hot water would caused swelling and should be followed by some ice. After a half hour of this I carried him back to the house and to our downstairs bed. All the way in he had his head against my chest, half asleep, talking to himself about something, but I couldn't understand. I went back out, closed up the jacuzzi, locked the doors, shut out the lights, brought his cool ice packs in from the freezer and placed them on the customary sore spots, then climbed in beside him, careful not to push or touch him too hard in his chest or head area. Our routine was finished for the day except for a goodnight kiss planted gently on his puffed up lips and an 'I love you' whispered in his ear.

I couldn't sleep for some reason that night and I didn't want to disturb my honey so I just lay there thinking about all that had happened and how fortunate he'd, we'd, been in that he had pulled through all this; we still had each other, and we still had some friends to help us. I started to think about all the friends that had come over to the hospital...his swim mates, my friends, Jeff's friends and what few relatives that even cared, even the judge came over and left a big bouquet of flowers. I think that's when it hit me the most and the hardest since the event. People really did care about both of us and that we weren't as alone as I always seemed to think. Granny always took care of the bills because neither of us could work obviously and she stressed that education was more important than anything. She wanted more than anything for Todd to get better and for us to graduate from high school together. As I lay there weeping, trying not to wake Todd, he moved his hand and grasped mine.

"Squeeze your hand for me, just once...you can do it...go ahead, squeeze my hand."

I turned my head and looked at him with his eyes wide open. I wasn't sure if I had heard him with my ears or my mind, but the tears from both of us told me that everything was going to be alright as I squeezed his hand and held on...

The next morning I awoke a little late. It was Saturday and there were no plans other than to relax together and do whatever Todd wanted to do. I couldn't sense him beside me and panicked. Sitting up quick all I saw was an empty space where he usually was, every, single, morning, since leaving the hospital. I jumped out of bed and began racing around the apartment calling his name.

"Todd!" in the living room, "Todd!" in the kitchen, "Todd!" in the bathroom..."WHAT!" came from the bathtub.

I flung open the curtain and there he was taking a bath, by himself, for the first time since coming home from the hospital. "Now you ruined it," he said. "I wanted to do this by myself and be all dressed when you woke up to surprise you."

"You surprised me alright!" I almost yelled back, scaring him. "Oh shit, I'm so sorry babe, it's just that I was so worried that something had happened again when the bed was empty and I couldn't find you. I'm sorry. Forgive me?"

He looked down as if to pout a moment, but up came with a huge grin as big as could be.

"Of course I do honey. I didn't mean to scare you. I would have felt the same way. But if you really want to make it up to me, then climb in."

Our tub was one of those corner jacuzzi tubs that easily held both of us. Since I was naked anyway, but before jumping in with a morning hardon, I took a piss first, then slipped into the tub, and reaching forward, kissed my honey so hard I almost knocked the wind out of him before he slipped down under the water and bubbles. I put my hands in and pulled him up again, getting a waterspout in the face at the same time.

"I guess someone is feeling pretty good today. Too bad I can't retaliate...yet. But you know I have a very long memory."

"I don't remember much about your memory, but I do know about something else that's very long, and I didn't bring my rubber ducky with me."

"Oh, I see...you want to play huh...well how does this feel? Hmmmm...what's this I feel? I thought you didn't bring any toys with you. I found one to play with. What say we just squeeze them and see if they squeak?"

"Mine will 'cause I've been squeaking it before you got here, waiting for you to figure out where I was. In fact, if you 'squeak' it too much it might pop and I don't want to be swimming in cum again. How about we clean now and play after? I need some luvin' from my honey, and I mean the real thing!"

"Have those aliens been back again and taken my sweetheart and left me a sexaholic for the day?"

"No, he's been here all along, just medicated too much. Now watch out cause 'I'mmmmm Baaaaack'."

We rather quickly finished our bath, both of us had stiffies with attitude, drained the tub and checked to make sure the rubber ducky wasn't in there, and headed to the bedroom where I helped Todd lay down. He was still a little sore and being like a mother to him I wouldn't let him do too much, but that went out the window when he grabbed me and pulled me onto the bed. I was surprised with his strength. Apparently that physical therapy was working.

"Let me lay on top of you, you'll crush me you big basketball star," he giggled.

I moved as he asked, but as we lay there with him looking down into my eyes I looked at him and just couldn't help being so thankful. But not enough that I didn't grab his butt cheeks and finger his butt hole between them with my index finger. Round and round, closer and closer until the tip of my finger was rimming his hole while I was being kissed and kissed. Round and round his tongue went in my mouth and we tussled for some dominance, or at least played for pleasure while my finger was slowly inching it's way into his warm chute.

"Oh that feels to good," he pleaded. "Keep doing it but use the Wet in the drawer there please."

I reached over and grabbed the bottle of Wet from the top drawer and drizzled some on both of our stomachs and his butt crack and set the bottle on the nightstand. Slowly, as we moved around, the slippery liquid spread all around out flat chests, finding its way to our cocks that were rubbing together. In seconds there was a new feeling of pleasure as the slippery feeling of them sliding around together produced feelings of sensitivity in our groins. I slowly began my finger dance again around Todd's inviting hole with one juicy finger, then two, and finally three as he moaned and gyrated his body with the sensual sensations he was experiencing for the first time in many months.

Slowly he sat up and with both hands he caressed our cocks, milking them up and down while rubbing his hands over my chest.

"Does that feel good?"

"It feels so great after so long without this part of our relationship that I'm about to cum all over my chest."

"Oh no you don't. Not yet. I'll let you know when you can have that pleasure."

"You teaser," I replied. "Now I know you're feeling much better."

"You'll see how much better."

Slowly he raised his body and began to impale himself on my cock, waiting each few seconds until he was all the way down to my pubes. and the expression on his face had turned from one of pain to ecstasy. I let him control his own actions as he slowly raised himself up and back down, slowly at first, then faster and faster until we began an all too familiar rhythm from the past. At one point he stopped, holding himself up in the air as I held onto his hips and rammed my cock into his pleasure hole. The look on his face was a combination of pleasure mixed with animal, mixed with pure lust as he once again began to pump and squeeze my cock in its warm nest at the same time. In seconds everything exploded at once. His cum came out in three or four long, hard shots that hit me in the face and mouth...bullseye...while mine I filled him with my seed. Time after time I pumped my semen into him until there was nothing left. Slowly he lowered himself down onto my chest with my cock still in him and started to lick his cum off my face and share it with me, the ultimate in sharing our love together for us. Some people think it's not right or something, but we loved the taste of each others cum and never so connected as when we shared it with each other in a deep kiss.

"I love you so much dear, and I heard what you said last night. You were reading my mind and all I needed was your touch. What you said was exactly the 'touch' I needed to calm my soul and bring me back from all the past months that we've been through. Thank you babe."

"I'm glad that it helped, but I don't remember saying anything."

"Don't worry about it, we seem to communicate more in different ways than talking anyway. Let it be that what you mentally said and did was just what I needed to bring me back into the game and give me the strength to keep up with your never-ending surprises."

"That's why we're together...we're perfect with each other in every way, apart and together. Say, I have an idea...after we take another shower or bath...let's call granny up and see about taking a ride over there and staying the night with her. I miss the farm and it's a holiday weekend anyway. What d'ya think?"

"Sounds great to me. We can take it just as easy there as here. Besides, the leaves are just peaking in color and we could go for a walk out to the dock and take some pictures."

"Okay. I'll give her a call right now."

I started cleaning up the apartment while he was on the phone, even pulling out some clothes and necessities in the hopes that we could go. He was on the phone quite a while because I had the whole place cleaned up and was sitting on the bed before he came in the bedroom with the good news.

"Granny would love to have us over for the weekend! She really misses us after being there all summer and will have lunch ready by the time we get there. All packed I see."

"Well...I sort of thought she might say yes so I went ahead and got ready. Anything else you want to bring that you don't see here?"

"Ummmmmm...let's see," as he almost emptied the whole suitcase onto the floor...nope, not that I can see."

"Gee, thanks for unpacking. You could have waited until we got there."

"No problem. You still love me anyway."

"Brat."

Together we repacked the suitcase and headed for the car. I left a note on the table for Jeff inviting him over if he could come spend some time with all of us. We hadn't had the chance to really thank him for everything he'd done for us during all the bad times and really wanted to do something, but as usual, money was always a problem. We arrived at the ranch just in time for lunch. Granny had made some home made chicken noodle soup with dumplings just for us. Jeff had called and said he'd be over for lunch too so we decided to wait until he arrived. Both of us gave granny a big hug when we got inside and a big kiss. She could always count on us for that.

"Welcome boys. How are you doing Todd? You're looking more like you're old self every day."

"I don't know if that's good or bad. I just got used to him." I joked.

"You should be so lucky."

Jeff arrived in a few minutes and skipped up the porch steps and into the kitchen. We met him with a big hug and surprised him with a kiss on both cheeks.

"What's that for?"

"Because we both love you like a brother and just wanted you to know that we appreciate everything you do for both of us without asking for anything. You've been there through everything and we wish we could get something for you, but thanks will have to do for now until we win the lottery."

"Well, I love you guys too. I'm not too sure about all the smoochy stuff, but I like a good hug." So...he got another two of them!

"So what's the word guys? How are you feeling Todd?"

"I'm feeling pretty good the last few days thanks to Jason's mothering and expert care."

"And his stubborn streak," Jason interjected. "He never gives up. I wonder where he got that from granny."

"It runs in the family. I see it in both of you. So who's hungry?"

We all answered at the same time, "I am."

The food was great and the company, as always, perfect. We missed seeing granny on a regular basis although she only lived about three hours away. We wanted to have a family meeting after lunch to talk about the apartment, school, and also to get ideas about whether Todd should go back again. When lunch was over everybody helped clean up what dishes there were and we all headed for the living room. Todd sat half in my lap on the soft, cushy couch and granny and Jeff took their usual seats.

"We wanted to make sure that everything was still okay with us staying in the apartment granny until we graduate in the spring. Of course we want Jeff there if he can. We couldn't make it without him. But it's up to you because we have to depend on you financially right now until Todd is well enough for me to go back to work and pay for groceries and other things. I hate to keep asking you for all this help. So we wanted to ask both of you what we should do."

"I would like you to just stay where you are and let me take care of everything until you both graduate together. You have no idea how much that means to me. Don't worry about the money. When you need money just call and I'll take care of it. I have some plans in mind for both of you but first you must promise that your first priority is to graduate, preferably with honors."

"We promise we will granny. Thank you for everything you've done for us. Will Jeff continue to stay with us?"

"That's up to him. I would like him to if he can."

"I wouldn't move for the world. Besides, who would watch over these two nuts?"

"Hey, that's one nut and a very sweet candy bar. I'm the candy bar," Jason said, laughing."

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I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter. It took a while to put together. Next chapter is just as complicated as this whole event isn't over yet. But, as they say "What goes around, come around."

Thanks to everyone who has written in about this story. I've been overwhelmed with letters and emails about how much people have loved following Todd and Jason and even how much they have had an impact on people's personal lives. That's what I write for and hope to achieve.

Thank you and keep writing.