This is a work of pure fiction, but based on the author's feelings,beliefs, and in some cases, experience. Come to think of it -- it mightnot be all that pure! There may be graphic sexual encounters at timesbetween males, so if this offends you, you are invited to retreat. If youare too young or it is otherwise illegal for you to be reading this kindof story, shame on you for reading it - - please stop here. If not, - -ENJOY!
Cast of characters:
Michael Timothy Headly -- That's me! (Sometimes ... Ronny)
Spike -- (Diane, my big sister)
Mary -- My mom
Tom -- My father.
Gilbert Blank -- Friend from Woodland
Joey Gray -- Gilbert's "little brother"
Bobby Pepper -- New friend
Arlo Gates - Orienteer
Randy Samson -- Arlo's roomie
James Samson (Jay) -- Randy's adopted brother and ... My Twin! (Shawn)
Blair -- New Roomie (Todd is his friend from high school)
Jacky -- one of five brothers and a sister: Jared, Jed, Jimmy, Jock and Julie
Jody -- Dude from Hurricane Harbor
AJ Rippey -- Jay's team mate.
... From Chapter 29:
"I thought maybe we could just hang out together ... tonight. Turn around and -- back into me."
He did as told. I pulled him in close. "G'night, AJ."
With that settled, we both slept pretty soundly considering this was his first time sleeping spooned. He just slept away as I disconnected from him after my alarm went off. AJ is 1 ½ years older than Jay and me but seemed a couple years younger. Before I left, I came and asked if he needed to get up.
"My alarm is set. Thanks." He said. I wondered if he even remembered last night. "Wait!" He said as I opened the door. His arms went out and I quickly came back and I hugged and kissed him. "Thanks for last night." He kissed me back and went back to sleep.
Chapter 30
I didn't realize how much I missed someone to spoon with. I dunno about all this Mormon stuff, but I do think that God never meant for us to be alone. And I don't know how he feels about being gay, but certainly we were not expected to be with someone that made us uncomfortable. And ... I didn't exactly sign up for this!
I usually can focus on my studies and it wasn't exactly a problem, but ... all day I couldn't get AJ out of my mind. I couldn't wait to get back to the dorm and see him again. On one hand I felt kind of guilty ... in my own mind ... because I was letting another guy come between me and my Jay. But on the other ... Jay told me to go for it! And AJ is quite a cutie and hot as well. His innocence makes him all that much more attractive -- as if those sky-blue eyes weren't enough.
I got home and as soon as I walked in, the place smelled wonderful. I was only kidding when I yelled, "Honey, I'm home!"
AJ stepped around the wall from the little kitchenette and grinned delightfully. "Jody, Jacky and Arlo went to an afternoon showing of an old Harry Potter at the student center. So I decided to make us dinner!"
I pouted. "They couldn't wait until I got home to go out?"
"I already saw it, and they're showing it again later if you really want to go."
"Well, I do have a cell phone. They could have - " I knew I was sounding snippy ...
"I am afraid that might be my fault. I told them we could go later and that I wanted to make you dinner."
"Wow!" I smirked. "That almost sounds a little `datey' to me".
"I meant it that way. I don't know how `real' gays do things, but -- I've done this for girls before, so - "
"You're doing fine ... I guess. I don't have that much experience either, but I once heard my mom say that the quickest route to a man's heart is through his stomach. And if that dinner tastes half as good as it smells, you might have this one in the bag already."
"Oh! That sounds exciting and ... intimidating!" He said. At my querulous look he said, "Intimidating because I have no idea what I may have gotten myself into and ... um ... exciting for the same reason!" We both laughed and he added, "And if I don't get back into the kitchen, our tri tip may be a little too seared!"
"Tri-tip! Wow! Now I AM impressed! Another meat lover!"
"Well, with spaghetti tomorrow night, I thought we may need some protein. But it is well balanced with the carbs and a salad."
I started to follow him into the kitchen. "Nope! It's a surprise! Go away!"
I pouted again but went to our room and put my books down, then shucked my shirt, and put my new cargo shorts on. They have boxes drawn all over -- probably to give them weight ... because they actually weigh almost nothing. The fabric is very thin and lightweight. I came back to the common room and hollered ... around the partition wall, "When you get a chance, come out there a minute!"
He immediately popped out of the kitchen and I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him deeply. I fluttered my eyes at him and repeated, softly, "Honey ... I'm home."
"And looking good at that!" he said. Something was different.
"What -- you seen -- um -- different somehow ... maybe ... more confident -- or something -- today."
"Oh -- well -- I've been doing a lot of thinking today. It's still new to me and all, but -- I mean -- I'm still nervous -- but -- I reasoned that ... what's the difference? I mean -- I used to date girls ... and play these fun games with them all the time. Why should it be any different if I'm gay?"
"If?"
"Well, I mean -- yeah. I AM gay, but SINCE I am, why should I act any different?"
"Well, whatever it is, it looks good on you!" I said and then pecked him on his nose. "Now ... get back in there and cook my dinner, Woman!"
"Oh ... somehow I didn't consider ME as the woman!"
I slapped his butt. "Better consider THAT one again!" I quipped.
We were both laughing as he DID go back to the kitchen. I sat and read some of my political science assignment and in about 20 minutes, he reappeared and said, "Voila! You can come in now!"
The smell in the kitchen was even more overpowering. There was the bar set (there is no table) with two dinner plates and on each was a salad of mixed greens, sliced strawberries, roasted walnuts and it looked like a green goddess dressing. He pulled out the bar stool for me ... (again suggesting that I was the girl, damn him!) so this time I went along with it and feigned picking up my petticoats and slid onto the high stool.
"Tsk-tsk! Not very unlady-like!" Said me date. "Just the way I like my men!" He let his hand gently glide around my neck as he rounded my back and sat on his chair. "Do you want to bless the food, or ... shall I?"
"I guess since you made it ... I should bless it, but ... I'm not too good at this."
He folded his arms in front of him, so I followed suit. I sat there, not knowing what to say. I started to feel a little panicky.Then it came to me:
<> (It really just came to me!) "So you ARE listening!" I thought. <> he said again. I repeated what came into my head. Heavenly Father, we are thankful for thy many blessings. We are thankful for our new friendship. Please bless our friends who are out tonight and also, bless our families. Please bless this food we are about to partake of. In the name of Jesus Christ, amen."
"Amen" He repeated. "Boy -- for not being very good at it ... I'd have bet you were a Mormon!"
He didn't seem to figure out that they weren't MY words. (Seem being the operative word). I suppose maybe it's impolite to pick apart someone's prayer. Jay didn't say anything more the rest of the evening. But I definitely felt him. He felt happy -- and something else I couldn't put my finger on. Then it occurred to me -- he's busy with other things now -- and ISN'T listening. Later he said he had been sitting at his dinner table -- with about 250 other missionaries -- waiting for the meal to be blessed, when he felt my ... panic ... not knowing how to pray.
AJ had also stir fried some mixed veggies and had a baked potato to go with the tri-tip. He cut it very thinly and then the cout-de-gras was the au jus he had prepared. If I dated this boy long, I may just gain a few pounds!
"This is nothing short of spectacular!" I said. "Where did you learn to cook?"
"Mom. I spent a lot of time with her."
"You've never talked much about your parents. You must miss them." I said, letting him know that I knew about their death ... even though he never mentioned it.
"I ... miss ... my mom -- a lot."
"You didn't get along with your dad?"
"We didn't fight or anything. I saw him on Monday nights. That's Family home Evening in our church. Except for that, Dad was always gone, either because of his business or his church calling. He somehow went out of his way to see my brother and sister whenever they had anything. But -- I guess he didn't think wrestling merited his time. Or ... maybe ... he guessed ... or something ... that I am different ... that I am ... THIS way.
"I love my aunt and uncle. Uncle Charlie was more of a dad to me. I suppose he was trying to make up for me losing my dad, but he went out of HIS way to see ALL of my matches. I had a crush on him, actually. But I never let him ... or anyone ... know. I tried to deny it to myself, but now I know that's what it was."
"I didn't mean to bring you down, AJ." I said.
"It's okay. It's actually kind of nice to talk about it a little. Anyway, my mom taught me to cook. I made a dinner almost exactly like this and dad wasn't impressed. I guess he didn't think boys should be in the kitchen either."
"Well, I wasn't kidding when I said the dinner was spectacular."
"Well ... after we clean up the kitchen, maybe you can show ME something spectacular."
"Like what?" I said. We both knew exactly what he was referring to.
"It's all new to me. The other guys won't be back for another 2 hours. Since we won't be watching Harry and Malfoy fighting ... maybe we can show them how they SHOULD be sparring!" He said grinning.
We cleaned up and then since he was again acting coy, I took the lead. "I dunno about you but, it's been a long day for me. I think I'll need a shower. I said, pushing my shorts down and kicking them off."
He stared at my crotch, watching it chub up, and said, "Okay. I can maybe whip some dessert while you - "
"I was kind of hoping that you might like to help me out in the shower -- you know wash my back and ... (Ahem!) stuff."
"Oh! Um -- OH!! Yeah! I definitely could help you out that way. `Guess I'll need to get naked too ..." He grinned.
"Definitely! We wouldn't want your clothes to get all wet - " He giggled. I finished, "or sticky!"
I grabbed his hand and dragged him into the bedroom and undressed him. "Omigosh!" He giggled some more, "I never knew that it could be such a turn on to be undressed by hot, naked guy!" I pulled him into a naked hug. We kissed for about 4 -- 5 minutes.
"Let's get wet!" I said. As soon as we got into the shower and the water was warm, he started to run the soap over me, rubbing with the other hand. I leaned on the side of the shower and just closed my eyes. When he got to my nether regions, he didn't touch anything, Except when he ran his hand up my inner thigh to wash my legs. Other than that, he went down to my legs and washed them and my feet. Then he paused and I looked down. He was kneeling in front of me looking at my boner like it was a delicacy. His eyes met my own and I nodded.
He eagerly clasped my butt in his hands and pulled himself on to me, and started to lick and suck on me -- probably like he figured he would like it done to him. In a pretty short time, I started my fast, short breathing, taking longer and deeper breaths by the second and then I almost whimpered, "I'm gonna blow!"
He backed off and I did blow ... all over his face. He grinned up at me. It wasn't one of those overwhelming orgasms that make you weak kneed. It was more like one of those, "Tease me some more and I probably could do this again" orgasms. I lifted him up and kissed and licked away my goo from his face. Then I started to drop to my knees, but he stopped me.
"Can we wait for that until we are in bed ... MY bed?"
I smiled and kissed him some more. I knew that the love I felt so overwhelmingly would pass, but I decided I was going to enjoy the moment. I washed him and then he dried me off so carefully and ... so lovingly! I dried him next and then I picked him up ...like Bobby had done to me so many times. He snuggled down into my body like a teddy bear.
When we got to his bed, I lay him out and lay down on top of him. Of course my wood was again raging. But I didn't press my advantage. I really wanted this to be something special for AJ. I pressed my manhood between his legs and moaned. He answered my moan and raised the ante by pulling me firmly into his body and massaging my glutes ... al the while, his engorged meat pulsing against my tummy. Then he said, "What's next?"
"I believe you owe me some spunk!" I said.
"How?"
"Climb on top of me." I said, rolling off him. He did as I instructed. He placed himself similarly with his boner between my legs. That put his head and face on my chest. I lifted him up like a little brother and brought his mouth down on my own. He kissed me deep and humped my tummy. As we kissed his humping became more insistent. He started to breath faster and harder.
"Not yet, Sweetheart." I said. It just came out. Maybe it was his size or something, I dunno, but he answered,
"Oh I LOVE it when you call me that! Uncle Charlie called me `Sweetheart'. I can remember when I was very young, my dad also called me that." He seemed like he was almost going to cry. I pulled him down to my face and kissed him passionately. He moaned and his hips started gyrating again. Once again -- in no time -- he was breathing raggedly -- getting close. Once again I pulled him close so he couldn't.
"Relax a moment, AJ ... Sweetheart." This time it was on purpose. If he liked it, I'd go with it. I'd deal with his uncle issues later. "Now -- raise up a little. As soon as I allowed him to raise up some, his hips started to thrust again. "Slow down a little. Take a break. Good. Now -- do you have any lube ... that you wank with?"
He told me it was under the bed under my right ear. I reached it and opened it and put a bunch in my hand. I put some on my dick and between his legs, and then I cupped my hand over his dick and trapped it between my hand and my tummy. "Now." I said gently. He started to ram it home fast, I stopped him again. "Slowly, babe -- slowly."
He started up again, slower and smoother. "Kiss me." I knew that as good as kissing is while doing this, it was a distraction and would help him hold off his orgasm. It worked. We kissed and moaned for the next five minutes or so, AJ slowly thrusting into my hand and my hips thrusting from below. I monitored his thrusting and continued my own and as he gradually picked up speed, he started to match my own thrusting. When he started to breath deeply again I didn't have to say anything. I picked up my speed and he followed suit and by the time he started to moan loudly, I was at the top of my game and ready as well.
He started to shoot his juice into my hand first, but only by a few seconds when I let loose my second volley through his legs, this time with full force, drenching the sheet below me. . We both were moaning and gasping, thrusting and kissing -- laughing and crying out.
As we slowed down, he again relaxed on top of me. His heat was like one with my own, so I hardly felt it. It was still early evening, but AJ was almost asleep on me when he said, "I love you so much ... Uncle Charlie!"
Am I supposed to ignore that? I again decided to discuss it later. He was still moaning lightly when we heard the keys in the front door. "It's open, Y'all!" said Arlo. "They must be here. Nope, not in the common room ... and the kitchen looks like it hasn't been used ... -- oh ... nope -- it smells like someone's been cookin' up somethin' good." AJ moved over beside me, his back to me.
Arlo knocked and opened the door at the same time. "Y'all in here? Ooooo! Smells like there's been sumthin' cooking in here too! Whooo-eee!"
"Arlo -- the door was closed! I said.
"Ah'll just close it back up ... yessir!" Two voices giggled. I guess they already took Jacky home.
"Do you think maybe they've been drinking?" Whispered AJ, himself giggling a little.
"It seems like it, Doesn't it?" I said. "What are YOU giggling about?"
"Hee hee! I feel almost like a little kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar!"
"Only you ain't no little kid ... and THIS ain't no cookie jar!" I quipped.
"Maybe not, but -- I ain't all that big and ... though it's not a cookie jar ... it's a very nice package-a-meat you got there!" He responded.
"Hey -- we even seem to have a similar sense of humor. You're not so proper ... like my brother is. I mean I love that about him, but I'm definitely not like him in THAT way."
"Yeah -- I sometimes feel a little guilty about that. Hey! I'm a Mormon boy! There are certain standards that I should be meeting."
"You really feel that way?" I asked. "Whatever you think you're lacking -- doesn't make you any less in my eyes!"
"I know. But I grew up with it, so it's kind of part of me ... part of me that will probably haunt me the rest of my life. But ... I accept that. And besides ... I pretty much sealed the deal by deciding to not serve a mission."
He sighed and I knew that this was a heavy issue for him. I reached over and drew him into me. He sighed again. "Thanks. That feels good. What's this called again?"
"Spooning -- you know like how spoons fit together in a drawer?"
"Oh -- yeah. That makes sense." And he snuggled in even closer, nuzzling my "package-a-meat" with his bum. He couldn't help but feel my response to that.
"Mikey?"
"Yeah?"
"I -- um -- I'm sorry I called you Uncle Charlie. It was involuntary. I was 14 when my folks were killed. Uncle Charlie used to hold me like this."
"Wow! Really?!!" I said.
"Oh! We never did anything -- I mean -- he never did anything to me, but -- since I never felt accepted by my dad, I loved it when he would hold me like this."
"I see. And ... do you think he liked it ... more than maybe ... um -- maybe he should have?"
"I didn't at the time."
"But you do now?"
"I dunno -- maybe."
"How old is your uncle Charlie?"
"Not very old. He must be about thirty by now."
"Where Is he now?"
"I dunno. He was married to my mom's sister and - "
"WAS married?"
"Yeah. They never had any kids ... I dunno why ... but they got divorced a couple years ago."
"Hmm. Too bad. I'd like to have met him."
"That would be so cool! Um -- it was a slip of the tongue to call you that ... but ... I meant it when I said that I loved you."
"You mean you love Uncle Charlie."
"No -- I meant I love you!"
"We only met on Monday. How could you - "
"Don't forget, I kind of knew you before -- through your brother."
"So it's my brother that you love?"
"No. That just made it easy to get to know you in a short time. YOU are the one who just made love to me -- not James. He wouldn't have -- well, with what I know now -- maybe he would have ... but ... I never considered that a possibility. Matter of fact until last year, I never considered any of this a possibility. I still thought I was straight."
"AJ, I don't want to burst your bubble, but I have to tell you - "
"I've heard all about that in church."
"What?" I said.
"In our priesthood classes, and in one-on-one meetings with the bishop, they taught us about how sex makes a guy -- or girl -- feel like they're in love. And that it really is a counterfeit love. But now the sex is over and I still feel this way."
"Sweetheart," !! ... I did it again! "Um -- it doesn't wear off that quickly. You may feel differently tomorrow morning. I know for girls it lasts for days ... sometimes weeks. But for guys, it's usually gone the next day."
"I see. Well okay, assuming that's true -- can we pretend it's real -- just for now. Because it still feels pretty good -- even after dissecting it."
"You've kind of read my mind again! That's exactly what I was thinking earlier tonight."
He sighed again and I echoed that sentiment. I pulled him in closer again and we both fell asleep.
When I woke up in the morning, AJ was facing me, smiling. "I LOVED waking up in your arms!"
"But you're NOT in my arms."
"I was until I had to get up and pee. Then I just came back and watched you sleep."
"I didn't hear my alarm."
"I heard mine. You're hasn't gone off yet."
"I didn't hear your's either." I said.
"Mine's in my head. I have an 8 o'clock art class this morning."
"Hah! I didn't know artists ever got up this early."
"That's probably why our instructor is such a grouch. He probably didn't get to choose his hours! That ... and he doesn't like sports types."
"Oh ... what type does he like?"
"He's gay. Tuesday was the first day and he's already showing preferences."
"Well, if you somehow let him know ... about you -- maybe you'll be one of his preferred!"
"Ew! No! He's creepy! I don't want him coming on to me!"
"Suit yourself. Well, I think I'll go back to sleep. But you don't have to watch ... "
"No, I have to get going. When's your class?"
"Nine."
"Can I wake you as I leave?"
"That'd be good."
I went back to sleep and he woke me up 40 minutes later. "Time to get up, Beautiful!"
I sleepily opened my eyes and he was kneeling next to me, with a sparkling smile. I smiled sleepily.
"Thanks." I said, and yawned.
"I don't feel any different."
"Huh?"
"I still love you!"
"You are SUCH a woman!" I teased, yawning again.
"Laugh it off!" He taunted. "Bye!" he said and he kissed my lips. He was gone before I could respond appropriately.
I lay there looking at the ceiling. He's not the only "woman". I still felt like I loved him too. But it's only been 4 days! How can that be?"
<<Love has no time table, Bro!>>
"Are you still waiting for your visa?"
<<Yeah. Some mix up with another guy who has my identical name.>>
"That seems ironic!"
<<I know. Well, time to go eat. Work hard and ... let yourself love AJ. He's cool.>>
"I'm not sure if he's in love with me ... or you." I said.
Nothing. I guess he tuned out.
When I got home from school, Arlo was the only one there. "You're pickin' up on that boy real fast, aren't you?" He said nonchalantly.
"It seems like it to me too"
"Uh-huh." He said, clearly patronizing me.
"No -- you don't understand. I'm getting it from 2 directions. Jay is pushing me to be with AJ. AJ is also pushing me. And ... I'm not all that opposed to AJ, either!" I almost said I wasn't all that opposed to sex with a cute little guy, but then realized ... there was one standing right in front of me!
"So -- is AJ in love with y'all ... or with your brother?"
"Why does everyone keep using the `L' word? I just met him Monday!"
"Ah didn't mean anything by it. But y'all seem to be a little edgy about it ... Do y'all have feelings for him?"
"Feelings? Of course I have feelings for him. But is it love? How can it be ... this soon?" I said, irritably.
"Ah'm just askin'." He shrugged,
I sat hard on a bar stool. "I -- I've -- been asking myself the same questions. I don't mean to bark at you, Arlo. Sorry."
"So y'all DO have some strong feelin's!"
"I -- um -- guess I do."
"Ah just don't want to see y'all get hurt. You've kinda grown on me ... y'know?"
"Yeah -- you too, Arlo, Thanks!"
"If not for y'all, Ah might-a never figured out who Ah am."
"Oh goody ... I made another guy gay! Do I get a prize?" I said sarcastically.
"Seriously, Mikey, it answered a lot of mixed up feelin's Ah had!"
"Well, anything I can do to help - "
"Anything, huh?" said Arlo and he stepped up to me and planted a kiss on my lips. Of course that got an immediate response from me. I grabbed him and kissed him back. I guess he was feeling kind of lonely, because he ate it up. He had become a good friend in the year I'd known him. Kissin' buds, I guess you'd call us.
The door burst open. "What a blast we had in -- what -- what's this?" Said a very excited-turned very confused AJ.
"AJ -- this isn't what it looks like!"
"That's funny, because I thought it looked exactly like what it looked like! You get around don't you?" He turned and ran out. I was in my underwear, but I ran out after him. He was halfway down the block. By the time I hollered,
"AJ -- Stop -- Please!" He stopped, but didn't turn around. Luckily my underwear were some of those you could get caught outside with and not be too noticeable.
I caught up to him. He turned and tears were rolling down his face. "Is this what being gay is all about?" He said. "I heard it was, but I guess I hoped it wasn't!" He searched my eyes for some clarity.
"I don't know what the gay world is about, AJ. But what you saw ... were just two friends showing appreciation for each other."
Ignoring that he said, "I -- I guess -- I have no -- um -- hold on you. Like you said last night, we've only known each other since Monday ... four days. It just seemed like we had something good going on ... for a few moments. I want to be your friend. I want to be much more than that. Actually -- I thought I was. I thought WE WERE!"
I reached out and touched his wet face. "I -- thought -- we were too. I mean -- We ARE. I'm sorry if ... I mean THAT you -- um -- misunderstood -- um -- what you thought -- I mean -- what you saw. It really was just Arlo thanking me for ... for ... what I have done for him."
"Really?" He said, incredulously. "Really? Because it looked so much more like -- like -- well, like you were really getting into it with him. I wonder how he might have thanked you next ... if I hadn't come home! Oh shit! There I go again! Thinking that we are more than we are. No -- I mean it. I really don't have the right to try to control what or who you - "
I gently placed my hands on his wet face. "You DO have the right, Sweetheart. You DO!"
"Oh gosh -- I love it when you call me that. I hope you mean it. You say it so easily, I wonder - "
"I say it ... spontaneously. It just comes out. I don't think I ever called anyone else that name. Anyway -- I feel pretty much the same as you do. So -- even though it makes no logical sense at all -- having known you four days -- You DO -- well, no one has the right to control someone else, but -- you do have the right to expect some things -- considering how I feel about you."
"I -- I do? I mean -- you're right! It does make no sense at all. I don't understand where it came from."
"Well, it may have started with my brother. Arlo was just asking me if -- if -- you were in lo -- um -- ATTRACTED to me -- or Jay. I have to admit -- I was wondering the same thing."
"I was attracted to James ... and I AM attracted to you. But I -- um -- STILL feel -- like I love you! THAT hasn't changed from last night." He said then he looked at me and smiled through his wet eyes. "Um -- do you think you want to go back inside the house?"
I looked down and was reminded that I was out in my underwear. "I guess so. These aren't exactly that revealing. They WOULD be if the conditions were right, but ... " I said, grinning.
When we got back to the dorm rooms, Arlo was all over AJ. "AJ -- Am'm so sorry! That was completely mah fault -- mah doin!"
"It's okay Arlo, we've discussed that." I said. "It wasn't as if I turned you away. We still have a lot to talk about ... don't we, AJ?"
"I -- um -- guess."
"Well, we have the evening to do it. Well at least I do. Not much homework yet this week."
"Um -- actually -- I was kind of hoping -- that you could come and see me tonight. There's a sparring session. I don't have to go -- its mostly for the newbies' benefit. But The coach asked if I'd show up -- kind of give them something to -- um - "
" -- to aspire to?" Said Arlo. Can Ah go too?"
"Sure thing! I'd like that. Can you .. um ..."
"Of course I'll go!" I said.
So, we went to the exercise. Arlo and I were sitting in the bleachers, watching AJ in action. He was sparring with guys bigger than himself. I was so proud of him! He didn't have the weight to get pins, but he won almost every one on points. Up to the last, that is ...
This guy was not really that much bigger than AJ, if at all -- certainly within his featherweight range. But the guy -- just out of high school -- was a dynamo -- fast and strong. They wrestled the full time, and just before the buzzer, he had AJ so close to pinned, but couldn't get his right shoulder to the mat.
Both of them were sweating bullets. It was definitely a turn on to watch these chiseled bodies pushed to their limit. It also was more than a little erotic to see my little AJ pushing up from the bottom -- driving his groin hard into his foe's. Both seemed to have a growing protrusion each time he thrust up into his opponent.
Then in the last few seconds, they were dripping sweat all over the floor, AJ refusing to let his shoulder drop, both of their muscles rippling and glistening with the sweat of the exertion. Suddenly there was a loud pop and AJ cried out and his shoulder went down. His opponent jumped up and cried, "He's come undone! He's come undone!"
AJ was writhing in pain on the mat, as several refs and the coaching team ran to him. Arlo and I also came bounding down from the bleachers. An aid flew to him with some ice. AJ was just settled down a little, moaning that he thought his shoulder dislocated. Then there was a blur from the stands at the other side of the small gym they were practicing in. A youngish man leapt to where AJ was. "AJ! AJ! Are you okay? Is it hurt again?"
AJ looked up incredulously. "Wha ... Uncle Charlie? What're you doing here?" He said, looking stunned and unbelieving.
"Your aunt told me where you lived. A young man at your dorm said you might be here.
AJ blinked several times and then said, "Oh my gosh! It really is you!" He threw his arms up ... or tried to. He cried out in pain from his right shoulder.
"AJ -- AJ! Take it easy! Yes, I'm here."
"But -- but -- why? Why!!? You stayed away for the last two years and now you - "
"AJ, can I take you home after your done here? There's a reason I stayed away. There's a lot I need to explain."
"Well -- um -- I came here with my -- um -- friends." AJ looked up at me. "We only live a couple blocks from here. I don't need a ride. Aaah! That hurts!" he cried to the sports doctor feeling his shoulder.
The doctor looked into AJ's eyes to make sure he understood. "I have to relocate your shoulder, kid. This is gonna hurt a lot more," Said the doc, "But if we don't do this now, kid, it'll be a lot harder later. Are you ready?"
AJ grimaced. "Oh shit!" He cried at the thought. "I guess." The doc put his arm around AJ's back and his other hand was large enough to wrap around AJ's shoulder. AJ winced and closed his eyes, gritting his teeth.
"Doctor, wait." AJ's uncle said softly. "I'm a chiropractor. AJ trusts me. I could do that without so much pain."
The doctor looked at Charlie resentfully. He looked at AJ. "I dunno!" Said the doctor suspiciously. "What do you think, kid?"
The doctor had the typical distrustful ... even disgusted look on his face that many medical doctors reserve only for chiropractors. AJ looked between the two, then said, "Why now, Uncle Charlie? Why now?"
"Because the body is amazing fast at healing and if the shoulder is not set - "
"I'm not stupid, Uncle Charlie! I KNOW that! Why did you come back now -- after ignoring me the last two years?"
"I'll explain all that later. I didn't mean I'd take you home to your dorm. Can you come home with me -- for the weekend while your shoulder heals itself?"
AJ again looked between his uncle and the doctor, who had a smug look on his face at the thought that a body could heal itself.
Tears ran down AJ's face. "You can move my shoulder, Uncle Charlie, but I have to go home tonight. I have classes tomorrow, and - "
"I can run you to your classes, Sweetheart."
"Uncle Charlie, please just set my shoulder. I want to be with my boy ... er -- my friends tonight."
"Sure, Babe. Ready?"
"Uh-huh."
Charlie rubbed his shoulder and neck softly as he slowly ran his hand an arm under AJ. He put his face against AJ's face and started rocking. AJ winced and closed his eyes, getting ready for the sharp pain he knew was coming. But his wincing was more like the "That hurts so good" wincing you get when someone is massaging your muscles hard.
Little by little Charlie was lifting AJ's upper torso to his own. AJ got a peaceful look as he almost melted into Charlie's body. Then there was a barely audible "pop" sound and AJ moaned softly and clutched his uncle with his other arm.
"Done." Said Charlie. "It'll be sore for awhile. If I can borrow some more of that ice, maybe one of your friends will hold it on you while I drove you back to your dorm."
The aid ran to get another large cold pack. "This might work better."
"Perfect!" said Charlie.
"Y'all go on ahead home. Ah'm going to the library for a couple hours." Said Arlo. "Ah'll maybe see you later if Ah don't get home too late. And AJ -- you were spectacular out here tonight."
"Thanks." Said AJ, trying to get up. He winced hard and Charlie said,
"Easy there, Sweetheart. Let me help you."
Charlie again wrapped his arm around his nephew and helped him up. We drove in silence to the dorm. When we got in the door, Charlie said, "We need to talk, AJ."
"I dunno why, but I'm awfully tired right now." Said AJ.
"Your body is using all of the energy to heal your shoulder. You just relax. I'll talk."
He helped AJ ease into the only easy chair in our room, then got a small chair and placed in front of it. "Can we talk a bit?" Said Charlie to me.
"Sure," I said. "I could do a little - "
"No!" Said AJ. "Anything you say to me, can be shared with Mikey."
"Oh, by the way ... I'm Mikey." I said.
"I gathered that. And -- I gathered that the two of you are more than just casual friends."
"Huh?" Said AJ. "How could you -- I mean - "
"Just looks you've exchanged. I guess my gaydar is on high alert. Are you boyfriends?"
"We -- well -- we only met Monday. But -- we have gotten to know each other pretty good -- pretty fast." Said AJ.
Well, anyway, you asked me why I came back now. Your aunt really loves you, AJ. As you know, she and I didn't have any children when you came to live with us. As it worked out ... she couldn't conceive."
"And that, coupled with the extra strain of a teenager suddenly in your house is what split you up ... I know! I've been over and over that one!"
"You were a model kid, AJ. Other than the fact that you didn't seem interested in going to church -- that bothered your aunt. She knew how important that was to your mom."
"Yeah. My dad didn't seem to give a rat's ass."
"Your dad loved you in his way. But he let his business get in the way of - "
"That's just bullshit, Uncle Charlie! He made time to see Evan and Addy's games and stuff!"
"Well, anyway, you aunt and I just couldn't see eye to eye on a lot of things. It had nothing to do with you."
"Psh! Where have I heard that one before?!" Said AJ. "That's what all parents tell their kids."
"AJ -- the major problem with your aunt and I was ... " he looked nernously up at me and with a decisive look, said, " ... She's not a man. AJ, I'm gay ... too. If she could have had children, we might have been able to hack it, but on the other hand, it may have just postponed the inevitable."
"But -- when you moved out -- you never came back ... to see me."
"AJ -- I loved you -- intensely ... too much! You were only 17. I was 25!"
He let that sink in. "But I loved you too much to touch you when I was there with you ... and enough to stay away -- after I left."
"But -- you were my dad! You were more of a dad than my real dad ever was!"
"And you were my boy. You ARE my boy. I hope you can forgive me for staying away. I felt I was too weak two years ago. I think I'm a little stronger now and ... you seem to have a boyfriend, so ...
"It was your aunt that told me to come here. She said she thought you were struggling with the same things I did. She hoped that maybe I could help you through some of it. She had to endure my struggles! Believe me. We still love each other. But I'm a homo and ... as I said, she's not a guy. AJ -- if you'll have me -- I want to still BE your dad. I'm seeing a guy now that I think you and Mikey will like. He - "
"Maybe it's a little soon for that, Uncle Charlie. For now, I just have to process that you're back in my life."
I didn't say much the whole evening, as AJ and his "dad" got reacquainted. I kind of understood. I sort of have two dad's, if you count Jay's dad -- but neither is my biological dad. I may always wonder about that. But my dad is my dad, and he never abandoned me. I don't blame Charlie. He did what he thought was right ... and for the time, maybe it was. Arlo came home ... late and was surprised to see us all still up.
"I guess I better go now." Said Charlie.
"Yeah, you don't want to keep William waiting!" Grinned AJ. "Shouldn't you call him -- to tell him why you're so late?"
"Oh -- we don't live together. We only met a couple weeks ago."
"So there's no one waiting for you at home?"
"Only the cat."
"Did you want to call the cat?" AJ joked.
"I think she'll be okay until I get home."
"What if you stay here tonight."
Charlie got an almost stunned look on his face. "Oh! I guess I could do that!" He smiled delightedly. "I'm easy -- I can sleep almost anywhere. Actually, right now that couch over there looks inviting."
"How about my bed?" Said AJ.
"You're not serious! No way I'm gonna put you out of your own bed!"
"I wasn't talking about putting me out. One way or the other, Mikey and I have ended up in each other's bed any way. I'll sleep with Mikey!" He looked at me for confirmation. I nodded eagerly.
"Mikey will help me with my shower, then you can take one -- if you think you need it."
"I'm good. I bathed before coming tonight."
"Well, I've been sweating a bit!" said AJ. "Let's go Mikey."
"C'mon Uncle Charlie, I'll show you your bed. Sorry it's not made. We're sometimes kind of slobs. And ... oh! Sorry again, I don't have any clean sheets. Oh CRAP! It's - "
I was thinking the same thing. We had made quite a sticky mess in it last night. "Maybe he should sleep in MY bed, AJ. I mean we've both been in both beds anyway."
"Either way ... it doesn't matter." Quipped Charlie. "Cum dries fast and anything crusty will wipe easily away." Charlie said matter-of-factly. We both turned scarlet. Charlie grinned. "You're both as cute as a couple little kids!"
We stripped down to our skivvies and went to the shower. We took a short shower, but not so short that we didn't do what we would not have been comfortable doing with Charlie in the same room. We were quiet!
When we got back, Charlie was lying on my bed, his hands under his head. He smiled sweetly when we came in, girded in our towels. His body was fit and he looked as smooth as any teen ager. His light, thin hair on his head was the only thing that gave him away as not being a teen. His glasses were thin and seemingly almost not there. Seeing him on my bed made something inside me wrench. I walked to him and said, "Excuse me." As I retrieved my sleep shorts from under my pillow.
"Oh! You probably want your pillow too! He said handing it to me."
"You'll want a pillow!" I said.
"I'll use the one from the couch!" He said and he ran to the living room to get it. His muscles flexed as he ran. He had on tighty-whities, and his package was nicely rounded out under the fly. It made my mouth water.
"Lights out?" Said Charlie. He flipped out the lights, and his silhouette revealed him shucking his tighty-whiteys, and climbed under the sheet. He left the cover folded down.
AJ walked over to Charlie in the dark and lay next to him, on top of the sheet. "G'night Uncle Charlie. I am so glad you came back into my life. I love you! I never stopped loving you!"
"Ditto, Sweetheart ... Ditto! G'night!" I heard the kiss, then AJ came and backed into me."
Notes: What can I say. Once more "Subby" surprised me. Comments are welcome ... to Steve at stevethomas535@hotmail.com.
Thanks and ... Love, Steve