Going Gay

Copyright (C) Tim Hobson - all rights reserved.

Tim wakes up in a hospital room. To his dismay, his children have flown out from the East to see him.

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GOING GAY PART 16

["I think I'd better sit down," I said weakly, falling into Beau's arms. I looked up into his eyes and all I saw was his love for me.]

The next thing I knew I was looking up at white-tiled ceiling with fluorescent lights that weren't turned on. Light was coming from a long wood-enclosed bar over me. I realized I was in a bed, my feet inclined for some reason. I moved, and I felt tubes and wires connected to me. I raised my head and saw that I was in a small room. Through the open door I could see a counter with a lot of computers behind it. Just then, a woman came into the room and smiled at me.

"So, we're awake now, are we?"

I couldn't make any sense out of who this was or what she said.

"Hunh? Where am I?"

"You're in the CCU."

"The what?"

"CCU - Cardiac Care Unit. You've had a triple bypass and you're still groggy from the anesthesia, so just lie there and rest. Your head will clear pretty quickly. If you are in any pain or need me for anything, press this button." She placed a slender tube with a red button on the end in my hand.

I tried to take it all in, but I fell asleep again – and immediately dreamed about making love...

In my dream, Beau rose up on his knees, turned his head to the right and kissed me. My dick was all the way up his ass, and I was pistoning like a sex machine. We kissed, as I pinched his nipples. Then my hands followed the muscular lines of his torso and I began to jack him off. His body stiffened and he shot a gigantic load on the bedsheet as my cock unloaded in his rectum.

I woke suddenly, realizing that there were four people in the room with me. Three were dressed as nurses and the fourth had a stethoscope on my chest.

"BP is 190 over 100, doctor," one of the nurses said.

"20 milligrams hydralazine, stat." The doctor ordered brusquely.

"What's the matter?" I asked, as one of the nurses injected something into my I.V. tube.

"Sir, your blood pressure spiked to a dangerous level." The doctor continued his examination. His eye fell on the middle of the bed. Lightly, he laid his hand on my midriff. My cock was still hard and a patch of wetness was beginning to soak through the sheet. He looked up and barked, "Administer a clonidine point-one milligram patch right away, too."

One of the nurses looked at the doctor in amazement and then looked strangely at me. "Now!" the doctor said sternly.

"Sir, were you dreaming?" He asked me, as if he couldn't believe it possible.

"I think so... Yes, I guess I was."

"Well, then we'd better try to keep you awake for a few hours." With that, he wrote in my chart, handed it to a nurse and quickly left the room.

"What happened? Is something wrong?" I asked nervously.

Two of the nurses smiled slyly, which earned them a stern look from the one who appeared to be in charge. "That will be all. I'll handle it from here."

As the two left my room, the remaining nurse said matter-of-factly, "You apparently had a wet dream. Imagine - at your age!" She gave me a disapproving look.

"Sorry," I said meekly, "I don't know how that happened."

"Probably a side effect of the anesthesia, but you'd better be careful for a a while. Your surgery was quite serious, and a spike in blood pressure could do a lot of damage." With that, she reached over and turned on the television, then left the room.

About an hour later, she came back. "Your family is here, and they'd like to see you. I can allow two at a time. Do you think you're up to it?"

"Oh, shit," I thought to myself, "just what I don't need right now." I quickly looked at my middle, and the nurse followed my gaze.

"Just let me put a clean sheet on top." As she busied herself, I had a look around. My head had cleared, and I took it all in - I was hooked up to two or three machines with big screens and colored lines moving from right to left. I had an I.V. tube in the back of my left hand, and a whole bunch of wires coming out of my hospital gown - I assumed there was an electrocardiogram machine somewhere.

"How did I get here?"

"Your hotel called an ambulance. You were in arrest, and the EMTs had to work to keep you going until we got you into surgery."

"Who called the ambulance?"

"I understand it was the hotel manager. He was apparently summoned to your room and found you on the floor."

"Was anyone else there?"

"No one said there was."

I remembered falling into Beau's arms and the terrified look on his face. I think I heard him shout, "No, Tim, no!" I wondered if he called the front desk and then just ran away, or if he stayed around until someone came to help me. I couldn't believe that he would just walk out on me in my crisis.

The nurse interrupted my thoughts, "So, is it OK to let some of you family members visit? They can only stay five minutes."

"Do I have to?"

"No, but they're pretty distraught, and I understand that they all flew in from back East overnight, so it would be the polite thing to do," she said with some annoyance.

"How many are there?"

"Five or six, it looked like to me."

"Is my friend Keith there?"

"I believe one of them is named Keith."

"Could I see him alone first?"

"Whatever you want." With that, she quietly left, and in a minute or two, a very shaken Keith Coulter came in hesitatingly.

"Keith," I said, but it came out as mostly a groan.

"Old buddy. How the hell are you?"

"Peachy keen. I enjoyed the surgery so much I asked if they'd go back in and take out my fucking appendix." I chuckled, but it made my chest hurt like hell.

"Easy there, buddy. Don't strain anything."

After catching my breath, I went on, "So, who the fuck is here? Don't tell me the whole goddamned clan has descended on me."

"'Fraid so, old pal. Natalie and Bruce, and Charlotte and Will are all in the waiting room."

"Listen, Keith, I need you to take care of something for me."

"You know I'll do anything you need, but can't it wait?"

"Have any of them been to my hotel?"

"No. As I understand it, they took taxis directly from the airport to the hospital."

"Good. Now listen. I need you to go to my bungalow and clean it up for me."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Then he thought a moment and nodded wisely. "You mean any signs of your boyfriend and your... activities?"

"Right. Do you think they'll let you into the room?"

"I have proof that I'm your power of attorney, so I think so."

"Why the fuck do you have that with you?"

"Hey, when I got the call about your heart attack, the prognosis wasn't good, so I brought what I thought I'd need to take care of your affairs. I'm fucking glad I don't need it now, except for what you're asking."

"Thanks, Keith." I extended my right hand, which didn't have anything stuck in it, and he shook it warmly.

"Now, just don't worry. I'll take care of 'all that'." He thought for a moment. "Is he still there?"

"I don't think so, but I don't really know. If he is, find out how he is and what he wants to do."

"I'll take care of it," Keith said for the third time. With that, he left the room.

Shortly, my daughter Natalie and son Bruce hurried in. They rushed to my bed, one on each side, and bent to give me a kiss on the forehead.

"Nice to see you. Sorry about the circumstances," I began.

"Dad, you scared the crap out of us!" Bruce exclaimed.

"Hush, Bruce!" Natalie cautioned. "Don't get him worked up. He needs to rest."

I reached for both of them, and they took my hands. "I'm sorry you had to rush out here. How are Carl and the kids?" Betty was Bruce's wife; Carl was Natalie's husband, and they had two children, Kimberley and Kieran.

"There fine, now that you're out of surgery and on the road to recovery," Bruce assured me.

"You need to not worry about anybody but yourself," Natalie ordered. "We'll take care of everything else."

"No, you won't!" I exclaimed. "That's what I pay Keith to do. Now, I assume you both took red-eyes to get out here so fast?" They both nodded. "Then, since I'm out of the fog of anesthesia and in the best possible hands right here, I suggest you find some nice, warm hotel rooms and crash. I can't have a lot of visitors here, and it's not good for you to waste your time in the waiting room, so get out of here and to take care of yourselves!"

"OK, Dad," Bruce began, "Where are you staying?"

I froze. "The um... the um... Shit, I can't remember the name of the fucking place!"

"Daddy!" Natalie exclaimed. I never cursed around my children, and I realized that they would think I was losing my mind or something.

"Sorry, I am a little over-wrought – and over-drugged – just now." I took a few exaggerated deep breaths to emphasize that I was ill. "I'm sure I'll be back to normal pretty quickly, so please pardon any weird behavior for the next 24 hours or so."

They both agreed, and as they were about to ask more questions, the nurse announced that they needed to leave.

"We'll come back in the morning," Natalie promised.

"Hopefully, I'll be in a better room by then," I said, winking at them.

After they left, the nurse said, "Actually, you probably will. The doctor likes to get his heart patients up on their feet and moving around as soon as they can." She paused, "So, no more wet dreams and you'll be out of here by tomorrow."

"I'll do my best," I said, blushing.

About 15 minutes later, my sister-in-law Charlotte Thomas and her husband Will came in for five minutes. The conversation was almost identical to the one with Natalie and Bruce. Quickly, the nurse shooed them out, and they promised to check into a hotel and get some rest, too.

"Rest seems to be the order of the day for all of us," I said with a grin.

The remainder of the day went past in a routine of nurses checking on me, changing hanging bags or injecting things into them. The lights were turned on and off, it seemed all night long. I got a couple of hours of sleep now and then, but Beau didn't appear in any more dreams.

I wondered how he was. I clearly remembered the conversation that came before, or led to, my heart attack. I knew that I had broken his heart, or at least disappointed him bitterly. I had said things that hurt him, insulted him, and rejected his professed love for me. I still didn't know what he really felt for me, but I was more than willing to give him the benefit of the doubt when he said he loved me and wanted to be with me. Right now, though, I needed to make sure that all traces of Beau and our wild sexual abandon were concealed from my family. I was sure that Keith would do a thorough job of taking care of that.

The next morning, most of the leads and tubes were removed, and I was moved into a step-down unit and only hooked up to a blood pressure monitor. I was given a disgusting liquid diet to eat, which made me piss and gave me diarrhea. To top it off, the family all came back, and this time there was no hovering nurse to tell them it was time to leave. I was delighted every time a nurse or aide came into the room to check something, and they had to exit into the corridor.

"Could you hang around for a few minutes more?" I asked my nurse's aide, a young man named Kirk.

"Why? Do you need something, sir?"

"Just some peace and quiet. A few minutes without my nosy family hanging over me would be great!"

"I think that can be arranged," he said with a pleasant smile, and then went out into the hallway and said something that I couldn't hear.

"I told them that I was going to give you a bath, and they scurried for the coffee shop."

"Bless you," I said warmly.

"There's just one thing..." Kirk began.

"What's that?"

"Well, I really do have to give you a bath," he said, laughing.

"Well, have at it!"

With that, he closed the door to my room and drew the privacy curtain completely around my bed. I had already been up walking twice that day, and I was able to sit up in bed for as long as I wanted.

"It's amazing how quickly the doctors want me to move around. I half-expected to be tied down for a few days, unable to even take a shit by myself," I told Kirk.

"Oh, no, they really believe it's best for you to be active and let your heart start doing the work it was meant to do."

With that, he went into the private bathroom and emerged with a large pan of hot, soapy water, some towels, and a few small bottles.

"We can't wash your hair yet, but you'll feel a lot better if we get some of that surgical iodine off your skin and just generally clean you up."

He carefully folded the sheet that had covered me, and helped my out of my hospital gown. As I lay naked on the bed, he acted like it was an everyday occurrence for him. He gently washed, wiped and dried me from the neck to my feet. When he took care of my cock and balls, I felt a little stirring in them.

"Well, that's certainly proof that you're recovering!" Kirk exclaimed with a smile. "One of the nurses told me about your wet dream. I know it's embarrassing, but it's a very good sign that your heart is pumping exactly as it should."

Blushing, I told him, "It wasn't anything I planned or wanted to do."

"You know, there's no holding back when your body wants to do something," he said, gently squeezing my cock. It responded by getting even harder.

"If you keep that up, you're gonna have another mess to clean up!"

"Well, I don't want to get your heart pounding too hard, but you've got a very nice piece of equipment there."

Without a word, I reached over and felt his cock through his scrubs. "Looks like yours is not bad, too." I gave it a squeeze like the one he had given me. Kirk pressed his hard-on into my hand and it was clear that he was a lot harder than I was. I felt a thrill go up an down my spine. "Is this the kind of service you give all your patients?"

"No, just the special ones."

"And what makes me so special?"

"I'm not sure I should tell you."

"I insist!"

"OK. When I was cleaning your butt, I noticed that your asshole has been working overtime lately."

"What do you mean?" I asked apprehensively.

"Oh, it's a little inflamed and looks like it has been stretched a bit, but it's perfectly healthy." He paused, then added, "and very nice, if I may say so."

"Are you an admirer of assholes?" I asked with a sly grin.

"You could say that."

"Well, so am I, so would you mind turning around?"

With a giggle, he turned his back to me, undid the string-tie on his scrubs, dropped them to his knees, and bent forward. The invitation was obvious, so I reached over and squeezed one of his ass-cheeks.

"Ooh! You seem to know what you're doing," he cooed.

"I've been taking lessons lately." I felt down his crack, found his pucker, and began softly massaging it. In response, he pressed it against my hand. I pressed my middle finger against his hole and was surprised at how easily it slipped inside him. I began to twist it around and press deeper.

"Fuck! You DO know what you're doing!" Kirk exclaimed.

"Glad you like it," I said as I massaged his prostate. I assumed he was hard, but couldn't see. He moaned softly.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

"Are you decent?" Keith's voice boomed.

"Just a minute. I'm getting a bath, but we're almost done," I replied with a strained voice. Kirk quickly pulled up his pants and tried to smooth his hard cock so it wouldn't show. Then he straightened my hospital gown, covered me with clean sheets, and picked up the dirty ones to hide his front.

"Thank you, sir. I'll check on you later."

"I certainly hope you will, perhaps later at night when we won't be disturbed." He smiled widely and said, "I'm sure that can be arranged."

I winked at him as he pulled back the privacy curtain, and he opened the door for Keith to enter.

Keith gave Kirk an strange look as he left. Then he took a chair and slid it over next to my bed.

"Saw the family down in the coffee shop, so I thought I could grab a few seconds with you in private."

My face asked all the questions I wanted him to answer.

"Holy fuck, Timmy! The shit you had in your place!"

I blushed but said, "I assumed you wouldn't approve, but I hope you took care of all of it."

"Well, I figured you didn't want me to just chuck it out, so I put it in a suitcase and took it to my room. The hotel is happy to hold your bungalow for you, and they are even doing it at half-price until you return. You must be a very good customer."

"I guess I am. Was that all you found?"

Guessing my meaning, Keith replied, "There wasn't anyone else staying in the bungalow, and I found no clothes or toiletries except yours. I inquired and was told that your roommate checked out shortly after the ambulance left."

"Did he... leave any information about where he was going?"

"I don't know if I should tell you. Maybe this is the perfect time to cut him loose for good."

I gave him a stern look. "I think that's for Beau and me to decide, don't you?"

He thought a moment, then said, "of course. I didn't mean to suggest anything..."

"Yes, you did. You don't approve."

"It's not a question of approving. I'm always looking out for your best interests."

"So, you think Beau is not in my best interest."

"You would be the best judge of that. I just hope you'll take this little 'timeout' and consider what your next move should be."

"And I appreciate your concern. As I'm stuck here for the present, there isn't much I can do except consider things."

"You're damned lucky he was there when you had your... uh..."

"It was a goddamn heart attack, Keith. Don't be a wuss. It can happen, and I'm ready to deal with it and move on."

"So what does the doctor say? When can you leave all this luxury?"

"In a week or so, if I keep making progress. He says I'm actually in good health and strong, so I should recover pretty fast."

"So what brought it on?"

"As best I can tell, I might have been over-doing the exercise, plus a stressful conversation."

"Exercise?" he asked, raising one eyebrow.

"Yes, exercise, and that's where we'll leave it, unless you insist on hearing all the sordid details."

He chuckled, "I've already seen, and put away, the big pink dick with two heads, and all the other shit that I've never even imagined existed."

"Well, we never got around to using most of that," I said as I stifled a sob.

"What the fuck? Are you in love with this guy?" I nodded. "Holy shit! He's what, half your age?" I shrugged. "And exactly what do you know about him, other than he's got a big dick and a hard-on for you, or for you money?"

"Now, wait just a minute!" I pulled myself together. "In all the time we've been together, he has never asked me for a dime."

"But you have fed and housed him, haven't you? And maybe bought him trinkets and nice clothes?"

"I did all that voluntarily. He never asked..."

"He wouldn't, would he? You're the goose that keeps laying golden eggs. You can bet your sweet ass he's been thinking about how to squeeze you. You do know that gay marriage is legal in California, don't you? If he got you to marry him, he wouldn't have to ask for a thing. Shit, he'd own half of everything you've got!" Keith was almost shouting.

"What's all the ruckus? What's going on here?" Bruce hurried into the room, followed by the rest of the family. "Who's trying to get Dad to marry them?"

I gave Keith a withering look. "Nobody, repeat nobody! is trying to get me to do anything. And a privileged communication between a client and attorney or accountant is nobody's goddamned business, so everybody just butt out!"

"Daddy, what's going on? What has happened to you?" Natalie moved to my bedside with a look of extreme anxiety on her face.

"And did Keith say 'he' is trying to get you to marry 'him'?" Will added craftily.

"Oh, my God," Charlotte said as she collapsed into a chair. Will quickly moved to stand behind her.

There was a long silence. Keith looked like he would melt into the floor.

Finally I decided to have mercy on my best friend. "Keith..."

"I'm so sorry, Tim!"

"Forget it. It had to come out sooner or later." Charlotte let out a wail, and Natalie seemed about to faint, if it weren't for her death-grip on the bed rails.

As calmly and clear-headedly as I could, I began. "I have found a friend out here in California. Yes, he's a man, and he's the love of my life."

"What about Mom?" Bruce interjected.

"Son, I loved your mother from the day I met her, and I will always love her, as long as I live..." I paused to let that sink in. "But she's gone now, and yet my life goes on. I thought it would be over, that I'd sit in that big house and just waste away, waiting to die and join her."

I looked from face to face, seeing expressions that ranged from panic to disbelief to outrage. This wasn't how I'd planned things, and it wasn't going well. "Right now, I'm recovering from a major event, and I need time to heal and regain my strength. I only ask that all of you withhold judgment until I'm up and about and can have a heart-to-heart with each of you. Can I just ask that? Would you please do that for me?"

Silence, except for Charlotte's sniffles. Then Will, who was a lawyer, spoke. "Keith? As Dad's counsel, are you prepared to affirm that he is of sound mind?"

"Of course he is, goddammit!"

"Then, I hope you're prepared to prove that in family court, because I'm damn sure the rest of us hold you responsible for encouraging, or at least not putting a stop to this... insanity... and also for hiding Dad's true condition from his family members." He paused for breath. "And don't hand me any attorney-client privilege bullshit. If you were aware that he was incompetent, you had an affirmative duty to him and to us to make it known, so that we could take appropriate action to safeguard his interests."

"You mean 'your interests', don't you, Will?" I asked angrily. "Tell the truth. You all have been itching to get your hands on my fortune ever since Julia died. All you think you need is a flimsy case that because I'm gay I can't manage my own affairs." At those words, Charlotte screamed and buried her head in her hankie.

Teeth clenched, Natalie said, "Whatever you are, you are NOT gay. You can't be. You're my father and Mom's husband. You must be out of your right mind even to think such a thing."

They stopped talking for a moment, which gave Keith the opportunity to pull himself together. "Let me get this straight, Willy-boy. Your theory is that because Tim has decided that he's gay, or bi, or what-the-hell-ever, he must therefore be incompetent to manage his own affairs? Is that about it?"

"Something like that. I'll put together a rock-solid case," Will retorted angrily.

"Well, good luck with that argument, asshole. I will personally look forward to sitting at the defense table while you claim in a California court that being gay is a form of mental defect. Holy shit, what are we, back in the 1950s?"

Will rose up to his full 6 feet 7 inches of height. "Come on, Charlotte, let's get out of this madhouse." She hesitated, but her husband lifted her up and man-handled her out of the room.

Keith looked a Bruce and Natalie. "It's the moment of truth, kids. If you love your Dad, you'll understand that his life has changed, and, I believe he would say, if not for the better, then at least for good enough for right now. Will's specious argument will never fly, and it will probably get him disbarred. So, decide for yourselves. Is this the Dad you know and love, although he's moved on in his life without your knowing about it? Or is he the wacko that greedy motherfucker hopes to prove he is?" Keith paused and then looked straight at the both of them, "Or is this only about the money, and whatever your Dad thinks and cares about doesn't fucking matter?"

"You disgust me," Natalie growled as she rose to leave. Bruce was obviously torn. He looked into my eyes, imploring an explanation that he could live with. I started to say something, but couldn't find the words.

"We're leaving now, Bruce," came from the hall. With a last lingering glance at me, Bruce hurried through the door.

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