In the Blink of an Eye

Chapter 25

On Monday, we all had to go down to the courthouse and make an appearance. The charges were dropped, as we expected from what Jason told us, but we had to sign some documents. As soon as we were done at the courthouse, we met Brad at his place. I'd never been there before, but it turned out that he still lived with his parents in a regular house in the suburbs. I almost started laughing when I saw how normal his room is. He has a bunch of posters of football and basketball players on the walls. His football trophies lined one wall.

"How come you don't play football anymore?" I asked, noticing that he was all-state throughout high school.

"Blew my knee freshman and sophomore years at Wyoming. Couldn't run worth a shit after that," Brad said. He was pulling drugs out from the floor of his closet. Some were bags of weed, some were weird looking black tar stuff in plastic tubs--he tossed a bag of small balloons on top of those, a couple of jugs with what I assume is meth inside, and a box of rolling papers that he tossed onto the pile of weed. He went to the kitchen and came back with an assortment of baggies.

"Okay, so what we need to do is divide all the larger bags into smaller amounts to sell. I spent $15,000 on this and we can make back $42,000 if we bag it right. You guys will get back your $15k and we'll divide the rest 50/50," he told us. Holy shit. No wonder he sells drugs. That's a fucking awesome profit and Bax isn't getting his ass beat and neither is Dex, I suppose.

"So, who does what?" I asked. He pulled a bag of coke out from under the bed and handed it to me.

"There's a scale in the bottom drawer of my desk. Zero it out and start weighing out 1 gram bags. This shit's been stepped on pretty hard already so we don't need to add anything to it. Let me know how many bags you end up with when you're done," he said. I took the bag over to Brad's desk and found the scale. While I measured out gram after gram of kinda funky looking coke, I listened as he explained the other drugs to Dex and Bax. The stuff in the Country Crock tubs was heroin as it turned out. Fuck me running, I'd never seen it before. Turns out you put little chunks of it into the balloons. Brad had Bax doing that and had Dex rolling thick joints of the weed. High schoolers like to buy pre-rolled joints and will pay up to $5 per joint. For what they pay for individual joints they could buy a much larger amount of weed, but they are inexperienced and apparently don't know any better. Brad talked about buying a cigarette roller and making weed cigarettes of his own. Even though weed is legal in Colorado, that's for the over 21 crowd. Us teenagers still have to buy it on the down low, so the prices are still high enough to make decent cash.

Once I'd finished with the baggies of coke--turned out there were 25, Brad popped one open and he and I snorted two lines each. I'm not a total newbie to coke, but these were some fat lines and I started flying. Brad took one look at Bax and pulled him around so that his face was at Brad's cock. Bax reached out and pulled that fucking baseball bat of a cock out of Brad's sweatpants and started sucking it down his throat. I guess he's had enough experience with that monster that he can take it much easier now than he used to.

I saw Dex watching so I pulled my cock out and stroked it a couple of times. I pointed it at Dex and he was on his knees pronto. He swirled his tongue around my cock. Brad smiled at me and I returned the smile.

"Fuck yeah. Got us some hot fucking twin twinks sucking our fat cocks. Gonna make some fucking bank on this score. Life is fucking awesome," he said and we fist bumped. I put my hands on the sides of Dex's head and started fucking his face. He gagged, which surprised me because I didn't think he even could anymore, but then my cock popped into his throat. I slammed my cock in his throat because it felt so good convulsing on my cock. Brad followed my lead.

I wanted in Dex's pussy, so I pulled him off my cock and swung him around. My cock was wet with spit and throat slime so I didn't worry too much about lube. I spit on his ass three times and then pushed my cock in his hole. He moaned and cried out a little as I pushed all the way inside until my balls bounced off of his. I didn't wait long before I started pounding that pussy hard. He whimpered and cried out but I was so fucking high and feeling so fucking good that I couldn't stop. I thrust my hips into him as hard and fast as I could. I looked over and saw that Brad had lined Bax up right next to his twin and was fucking him almost exactly how I fucked Dex. Brad had his camera out and was filming the twins getting rough fucked.

"Don't worry, I won't get our faces on film," he told me as he taped me slamming my cock in and out of Dex's pussy. He gave me the camera and I filmed him for a while. He'd pull almost all of the way out and then thrust back in while I filmed it. It looked incredible on film. It seemed like he pulled out for like a full minute because his cock was so long but then he'd thrust back in and it only took a second. Bax cried out in pain, but Brad didn't care.

"Let's switch," he said, slapping Bax on the ass. Bax and Dex got up and bent over in front of us. I slammed my cock into Bax's gaping hole. He yelped, but I'm sure that it didn't hurt nearly as bad as Brad's huge member. Dex moaned when Brad slowly entered him. Brad isn't as rough with Dex for some reason. I'd think that he'd fuck Dex like the slut he is, but he's always more gentle, or something. Maybe he seems more fragile. Or he just likes fucking Bax rough because Bax can be such an asshole.

Brad kept taping as we fucked the twins for another 20 minutes. Bax started backing up into me as he got closer to an orgasm. He didn't dare touch his cock. Brad taught him to keep his hands to himself or get slapped. I took hold of Bax's hips and started long-dicking him until I felt my balls contract. I pulled out and swung him around and stroked my cock until I came all over his face. I hit across his eye and nose, over his cheek, over his lips and then he opened his mouth and I finished off in his mouth. He sucked me clean afterward.

While Bax was cleaning my cock, Brad pulled out and came on Dex's pulsating hole.

"Uuuggghhhh!" he shouted as he sprayed a ton of cum all over Dex's hole. He pushed some back inside and thrust a couple of more times. Then he pulled out again and shoved his cock into Dex's mouth. Bax finished with me and then ate the cum off of and out of his twin's asshole. Then he pulled up and waited until Dex was done cleaning Brad's massive tool. They kissed and Bax transferred the cum he'd been holding in his mouth to Dex's mouth. Dex licked my cum off of Bax's face and they swapped that, too. Brad and I high fived.

"Yeah, that's right, sluts. You serve your men and make them feel real good and then give them a show," Brad said. He pulled up his sweats and popped his neck. "C'mon, Vin. Let's go get some lunch," he said to me. I buttoned up my jeans and grabbed my coat. "You guys," he pointed to the twins, who were still sloppy from the fucks they'd just been given, "need to clean up and then finish the rest of the processing. I expect that it will be done, and done right, by the time we get back. There's some peanut butter and jelly for sandwiches in the kitchen if you get hungry, but it better not interfere with you getting done with your work. You got me?" he asked in a commanding tone. The twins nodded vigorously, both with a look of fear and what I would call adoration. Fuck me, but they both seem to like being bossed around like a bitch.

"And you'd both better be clean when we get back, no sampling," I told them and lightly slapped Bax on the cheek. "Be a good boy, okay?" I told him. This is fun. I like bossing my brother around.

"Yes, sir," he said. I grinned and Brad and I high fived again. We headed out to his car, a Cadillac XTS.

"Nice car," I commented.

"Thanks. Got it from a booster when I was at Wyoming. It's only got 50,000 miles on it even though it's a 2010," he said. He's older than I thought. He must be about 28. I thought he was probably 22. We drove over to the Pearl Street Mall and went to Mountain Sun for burgers. He brought over a pitcher of beer for us to share. I guess people don't question guys as big as him about IDs because not one person wanted to check mine.

We talked about business for a while. It was weird talking about selling drugs in such an open place, but no one seemed to listen to our conversation. He's got plans to hit up a couple of high school events over the next two weekends and there's a concert on Saturday he wants me to go to. Maybe I can get Zander and Joshua to go. We need to talk about what we're going to do with the band now that the club is shut down. Brad and I talked about that, too. He was selling a goodly amount in the bathroom downstairs and with the club being gone, he was in need of a replacement place to sell. No one had heard if or when a new club was going to take the old one's place, so we proceeded like there wouldn't be another club.

A couple of guys came over just as we were about to walk out the door. They wanted to score some meth so Brad pointed them to the bathroom.

"C'mon, dude, let's go fuck those bitches up," he said to me. I wasn't quite sure what he meant but followed him anyway. When we got in the bathroom, he told the guys to get on their knees and get to work on our cocks. I nodded and went along with it but goddamn. Some random dudes who want drugs are going to suck our cocks for the privilege of buying drugs from Brad. I got to say, Brad's got this process down. I'm going to be spending a lot more time with him if this is how he does it.

Neither guy hesitated and the bigger guy pulled out Brad's cock and took it in his mouth. He didn't seem surprised or scared, although he probably should have, so I'm thinking that he's done this before a few times. The other guy pulled my cock out and went to work. He's not a bad looking guy. Maybe 20 years old, a few inches taller than me, brown hair and eyes. He's obviously sucked a few cocks, although my guess is that he's straight. I guess straight guys will do what they need to when it comes to scoring drugs.

Since we'd both cum less than an hour ago, it took a while before we came. I pulled out and painted the guy's face. He looked suitably embarrassed. I think he's used to swallowing it down and pretending that it didn't happen. I wiped some off of his cheek and fed it to him. Now he really looked ashamed. I heard Brad grunt and groan and saw him cum all over the other guy's face, too. Ha. Now we had two humiliated straight guys with cum on their faces.

"Lick it off," I told the guy who I'd whitewashed. He looked at me, then Brad, and then decided that he had to do what he had to do and started licking Brad's cum off of the other guy's face. The other guy did the same without having to be asked. What a good boy. Once they were done, Brad handed over the meth and the guy paid an exorbitant amount of money. I didn't say a word or even change my expression. Thank you drama classes from high school.

"Now that was a good lunch," Brad said as we walked out to his car. "I never have to pay here because the manager doesn't want me telling anyone about how he lets me fuck his fat ass and those guys just bought us a nice shopping spree. I need a new hat. Let's go see what we can find," he said. I followed along. Fuck yeah. I could use a new hat, too. Actually, I almost never wear hats, but shopping for some new gear sounds like fun to me. Better than processing jugs of meth, that's for sure.

We ended up buying Brad three new hats and me two new t-shirts. Brad's becoming a good friend. We get along well and there's no sexual tension there. He would probably bend me over and fuck the hell out of my hole if I let him, but he understands that I'm a top so he leaves me alone. I show him the same courtesy, although I don't really have any attraction to his ass. He's a large man. Like not in a good way. But he knows everyone and just about everyone is afraid of him and does what he says.

We stopped and picked up dinner from the chicken and waffles place. He's got an `in' there, too, and we brought home a boatload of food. Dex and Bax were still finishing the last of the meth so Brad and I ate in the dining room with his parents. If they had any idea what Dex and Bax were up to in Brad's bedroom, they didn't let on. They were really nice and were so happy to meet me.

Dex and Bax finally came out to get something to eat around 8PM. They were tired and dirty. They looked like they'd been out mowing the lawn all day instead of processing drugs inside. I suspect that they are high. I don't actually think they did any drugs, but handling them all day and breathing in whatever was in the air got them a little bit fucked up. Brad's mom plated up a bunch of food for them and they started eating while Brad and I went upstairs to check out their work.

"Here, count these," Brad said, handing me a pile of balloons. For fun, I separated them into little piles by color. There were ten blue, ten yellow, six red, and so on. Brad laughed when he saw how I stacked them. He had me help him count up and add up all of the drugs. I'm learning a lot about how the drug game works. Bax and Dex came back to Brad's room after they finished washing dishes. Brad had commanded them to clean the kitchen after dinner, but apparently Brad's mom only made them wash dishes.

"Okay, guys, good work here. We're going to clear $50 grand if my numbers are right and the market holds," he said. Then he patted his lap. "Get over here slut and ride my cock. I wanna celebrate," he said. Bax sighed but pulled down his jeans nonetheless. Damn, Brad gets his cock serviced whenever he wants. I know that Dex will bend over for me whenever I ask, but I'm a good looking teenager with wicked guitar skills. Brad is a seriously overweight guy who reminds me of a fat Drake. Regardless, he gets his dick wet whenever he wants and by basically whoever he wants. Drugs make people do crazy shit.

I watched as Bax climbed the mountain that is Brad and sunk down inch by inch on his baseball bat cock. He looked seriously uncomfortable and I swear I could see his stomach bulge out when he finally took the entire thing in his ass. He leaned over and used the headboard to brace himself and then rose up and down fucking Brad.

"C'mon over here, Vin, and get you some of this prime ass," Brad told me. Fuck. There was no way on earth my cock was going to fit inside Bax's ass with Brad's monster tool in there. But for some reason I want to try.

"Hell yeah," I said and walked over and got my cock out and started stroking it hard. I spit in my hand a couple of times, but I knew that would never work. "Where's the lube?" I asked. Brad pointed to the desk drawer and I found it and slicked up my cock and around Bax's hole. I pushed into Bax and he cried out.

"No, it's too big," he said and Brad slapped him. He was distracted by the slap and my cock slid in a little bit.

"Shut up, slut. Hey, other slut, get the poppers out of the top dresser drawer," Brad said. Dex hurried up and got the poppers to Brad. Brad made Bax snort from the little brown bottle four times. My cock slid in further. It was super tight but I wanted in there so I kept pushing. Brad held out the poppers for Bax again and he snorted again in each nostril. He started riding Brad faster and moaning.

"Fuck Daddy, it feels so good," he said. Damn. What is it with calling guys Daddy?

"Yeah, boi, fuck yourself on Daddy's big cock. Yeah, that's 12 inches of Daddy dick all up in your pussy, boi. And now you're gonna get some brother dick all up in that pussy. Yeah, take another eight inches, boi," Brad said, breathing heavily. I was sick of waiting and shoved the rest of my cock into Bax. He bit his lip and tried not to cry out. He whimpered and moaned like crazy but kept up the faster pace, now fucking himself on both poles.

"Yeah, like that slut. Use those cunt muscles to make your Daddy feel real good," Brad said. This was all sorts of wrong, but it felt too good to stop. Brad's cock rubbed up against mine and Bax's hole kept squeezing us both tightly. After a few minutes, I took over and started fucking Bax hard. All the stimulation got me going and I felt like I could cum any second. I pulled out and moved around to Bax's mouth. He sucked my cock in instantly and sucked me powerfully. I saw Dex move into my place and inserted his cock in his brother's stretched out hole. It was so hot watching Bax take two cocks that I came hard in his mouth. I was all the way down his throat when I shot off so the cum went straight down. I pulled out just enough to fill his mouth with the remainder of my cum. He sucked out every drop and I pulled out and sunk back into the chair next to the couch.

Dex and Brad took turns pumping their cocks inside of Bax. My cock never completely deflated and the longer I watched Bax get double penetrated, the more it plumped up. I caught my breath and played with my cock watching Bax's face. He scrunched up his face in pain from time to time, but for the most part made these lusty faces that betrayed how much he enjoyed getting double penetrated.

Dex started thrusting faster. "I'm gonna cum, Bax. I'm gonna fill up your slutty hole with my cum. You're gonna take my big load of brother cum, you fucking slut," he ranted and then he pushed in as hard as he could and blew his load into Bax's hole. I think he may have some pent up anger toward his twin. Dex pulled out and swung his cock around to Bax's face. "Clean up my cock, boi whore," he said and shoved his cock in Bax's mouth. Bax sucked it with loud slurping noises. Brad took over fucking his hole and it was difficult for Bax to clean Dex's cock properly. Dex pulled out and turned and saw me stroking my cock on the chair. He backed up to me and eased his hole onto my throbbing cock.

"Oh fuck," we both said at the same time as he bottomed out. He braced himself on the arms of the chair and raised and lowered himself as fast as he could. Meanwhile, Brad flipped Bax onto his side and was fucking him rapidly. Bax was biting the pillow to muffle his squeals. When Dex tired out from fucking himself on my pole, I thrust up from underneath. We watched Bax take a hard pounding from Brad while we leisurely fucked on the chair.

"Aiiiieeeeeeee!" Bax screamed into the pillow and his entire body convulsed on Brad's cock as he came. "Uh, uh, uh, uh, UHHHHHH!" he chanted as cum poured from his cock. Brad didn't slow down for a second and kept pounding away at Bax's hole. That did it for me and I came up Dex's ass. I didn't even realize how close I was to cumming until I unloaded. Something about watching Bax come so hard on Brad's monster cock just pushed me over the edge. I reached around and stroked Dex's cock until he came all over his chest. I ran my fingers through his cum and fed it to him. He eagerly sucked all of the cum from my fingers and even sucked some from his own fingers as he helped me clean his chest off. He leaned back against me, still sitting on my cock, and I wrapped my arms around him and held him tight.

"Am I your bitch like Bax is Brad's bitch?" he asked me. I thought about it for a minute. Was he my bitch? I kind of treat him like that. He seems to like it.

"Yeah, you're my bitch," I told him, nuzzling his ear.

"I'm so glad you made me your bitch, Vin. I'll be the best bitch I can be for you," he said, sounding very happy. "I love you, Vin. I really do. And it makes me very happy to take care of your needs," he told me. What a good bitch he is.

"That's my good boi," I told him and tongued his ear. Brad was in the home stretch. He was long-dicking Bax like a madman. His sweat poured from his skin and soaked Bax. The smell of ass, sweat, and pheromones filled the room.

"Who's this cunt belong to, slut?" Brad barked out.

"You, Brad, you own this cunt," Bax panted out.

"That's right, slut. And I'm gonna fill this cunt with my cum right now!" he yelled and his balls tightened up and he thrust in deeper than I think he'd ever gone before inside of Dex's battered hole and poured lava-hot cum deep into Bax's cunt. "Take that you fucking slut. You love my big cock, don't you, slut!" he yelled.

"Yeah, I love it in my cunt," Bax said. He sounded like he was in a trance. Brad erratically thrust in and out for another ten minutes. Dex squirmed on my cock watching Brad use his twin's hole like a jack hammer. When Brad was finally done, it seemed like it took a full minute to pull his enormous cock from Bax's loose hole. I wonder if Bax's hole will ever close up after the beating it just took. Dex bit his finger watching. He started fucking himself on my pole again. I love having a horny bitch who wants it up his cunt all the time. Brad stuck his cock in Bax's mouth and Bax was choking on it.

"You can't get enough cock, huh, Dex," I whispered in his ear. He rode me harder. He bounced on my cock for another twenty minutes while Bax finished cleaning Brad's cock and moved to rimming his ass. I had a really hard time watching that. Brad's ass must be so sweaty and nasty. I can't even think about it or my dick is going to shrivel up. I close my eyes but I can hear Bax sloppily eating Brad's ass. They're both moaning. Fuck. I've seen Bax cum from eating ass before so it wouldn't surprise me if he does it now.

"Oh, God, Vin, your big cock feels so good. I'm cumming," Dex yelled. My eyes flew open and I saw Bax stroking himself fast with his face buried in Brad's ass. Cum splattered me on the forehead and I focused on Dex. He'd cum so hard that it went over his shoulder. I thrust up about seven times and then came in his ass. It was really messy in there and the cum was leaking out around my cock and pooling under me in the chair. Should have put a towel down, I guess.

"Good job, bitch," I grunted and Dex extricated himself from my cock. Cum rushed from his ass as he stood up, covering my cock and running down his legs. He dutifully turned and sucked all that cum up and cleaned my cock and balls. Once his tongue bath was done, I got up and looked around for my clothes. I pulled on my jeans and shirt. I turned to see that Dex buried his head in Bax's ass and was rimming him now. Brad pulled Dex over and started rimming him. Wow. Just wow. I decided to take off for the kitchen and see if there was any chicken leftover from dinner.

"Hi, uh, Mrs. uh..." I trailed off realizing that I don't know Brad's last name. Brad's mom was in the kitchen standing by the back door blowing weed smoke outside. She put a finger up to her lips and pointed to the living room.

"Call me Denise, hon," she said. "Brad's dad fell asleep so we need to keep it down," she told me and offered me the joint. When in Rome, or something. I took a hit off the joint and handed it back to her. Damn, that's some good stuff. We stood by the door sharing the joint and chatting.

"So you and Brad are sharing those twins, huh?" she asked. I blushed. "It's okay, hon, we've known about Brad for years now. He's always had a thing for twinks. I'm surprised that he isn't all over you," she said, winking at me.

"Uh, we established that we're both tops," I mumbled. She grinned at me.

"Yes, the way you two were railing those twins, I could see that," she said. I blushed again. Thinking back on it, yeah, she probably heard everything. We weren't being quiet at all. But she seems sort of amused by the whole thing, not angry or horrified or anything.

"Uh, is there any chicken left?" I asked, eager to change the subject. She smiled.

"You bet, hon. She went to the fridge and pulled out a ton of food. Not just chicken, but mashed potatoes, gravy, green beans, a pie--strawberry rhubarb, possibly, and a jug of Kool-Aid. She made me a huge plate and set me up at the table in the kitchen.

"Thanks, ma'...uh, I mean, Denise," I said. She smiled and gave me a side hug.

"Gotta get some meat on those bones, hon. You're too skinny," she told me.

"Yeah, I know," I mumbled and took a bite of chicken.

"I baked the pie myself. Be sure to save some room for that," she said. She seemed to delight in serving me. There's no way that I can possibly eat all of the food she's given me. I'm guessing Brad can eat twice as much and probably his dad, too. He seems to take after his dad in size.

Denise sat down with me and poured herself a glass of Kool-Aid. She pulled a bottle of vodka from the cupboard behind her and added a healthy sized shot to the glass. She spiked my Kool-Aid, too. I grinned at her. She took a nip off the vodka and then stashed it back in the cupboard.

"So how long you been busting the little twin's pussy?" she asked as if asking about the weather. I almost choked on my mashed potatoes. She laughed. "Not used to being asked about your sexual proclivities by a mom, huh?" she said. I nodded and downed some Kool-Aid.

"Uh, I've been fooling around with Dex for a few months, I guess," I answered and took another drink of Kool-Aid. Brad's mom was freaking me out.

"Yes, Brad's been interested in Bax, for a long time. It took a lot of convincing before Bax would give it up to him, though," Denise said jovially. "Once he did, though, he can't stop riding that big cock." I had to stop eating. I'm going to choke and die in Brad's kitchen. "Brad's daddy has a big one like that. I wouldn't give him the time of day until I found out what he was packing. Ever since that first time I can't get enough. Looks like you gotta pretty big package yourself, for being such a skinny white boy," she said and actually patted me on said package. I had to try really hard to keep my jaw from dropping open.

"Yeah," I managed to say and finished off my Kool-Aid. She downed hers and poured us both another and spiked this one with a ton more vodka. I pushed my plate back and leaned back in the chair, totally stuffed. Denise took my plate and replaced it with a huge slice of the strawberry rhubarb pie.

"Here ya go, hon. I'm sure you got room. You must be hungry after all the fucking you did this afternoon," she said. I'm in shock at how easily she talks about sex and her son and big cocks. I thought Isabella was open about these things, but Denise takes it to another level. I took a courtesy bite of the pie because I didn't think that I'd be able to eat it. It's fucking delicious. If they eat like this all the time, I'm finally going to gain some weight. I finished off the pie and my second glass of Kool-Aid. Denise lit another joint and we smoked that, too.

"You know, you look an awful lot like those twins," she told me. I nodded.

"They're my half brothers," I said. Not something I'm in the habit of announcing, but I don't think that Denise is going to have a problem with the whole incest thing. She seems like a pretty open minded kind of gal.

Brad came in a few minutes after we finished the joint. Denise automatically plated up a ton of food for him, too. She freshened our Kool-Aids and she and I started another joint. I'm well on my way to being fucked up and it's loosened my tongue.

"So my mom's got ya talkin', huh?" Brad said with a mouthful of fried chicken. I nodded.

"Yeah," I giggled. Damn, I'm so wasted. Brad shoveled food in and told his mom about the potential of our big score.

"You know, Brad paid off this house two years ago and bought both Benjamin's and my cars for us. He's such a good boy," she told me and kissed Brad's forehead. He smiled so big. He really loves his mama and it makes him happy being able to take care of his family.

"Good for you, Brad," I said sincerely. We fist bumped. "Where's Bax and Dex?" I asked since they never turned up.

"They were so tired that I tucked them in. They had a big day," he said and winked at me. I grinned and giggled some more. "They in there fucking each other, I suppose," Brad said. I nodded again.

"Yeah, they're like that at home, too," I said.

"We aughtta cage them. Keep their minds on our dicks instead of their own," he said, now finishing off the pie.

"True dat," I said and we fist bumped again. He's right. Dex should be caged. If he's my bitch like he says he is, he should be caged. I don't know why I haven't thought of that before.

"Oh, you boys come up with the craziest ideas," Denise said, clearing the table. We sat there drinking vodka Kool-Aid and smoking joints until about two in the morning. We went to Brad's bedroom and found Dex and Bax wrapped up in one another's arms in the bed. Brad grabbed Bax and laid him on the floor and then put Dex next to him. He got in bed and held up the sheet. I gave him a look.

"Dude, bois sleep on the floor and men sleep in the bed. I know you ain't gonna put out, so just get in here and go to sleep," he said and shook the sheet at me. I was drunk and high and stumbling around anyway, so I stripped out of my clothes and got in bed with Brad. I was glad I didn't have to sleep on the floor, too, so if that meant sleeping with Brad in his bed, so be it.

"Night, Brad," I said. He snuggled up behind me, his huge cock running up my ass crack. He kissed me on the neck.

"Night, Vin," he said. He fell asleep right away but I laid awake for a while going over our day. Even with the club being shut down, it looks like we're still going to have money coming in through selling drugs for (with?) Brad. Dex is my bitch and Bax is Brad's bitch. I tried to think of something wrong with what we are doing, but I can't. Well, I guess that I'm technically cheating on Drago and selling drugs is illegal and so is having sex with your brother, although that one is pretty stupid since I can't knock Dex up. Or Bax for that matter. All in all, I'm pretty fucking happy with how things are going and I'm not going to stress it.

This life that we've chosen works on a cycle. We buy a bunch of drugs and then we sell them. We buy a bunch more drugs with most of the money and we sit on it until we've partied all the rest of the money away. Then we sell the drugs and the cycle continues.

We just sold a whole shitload of meth down in Denver and now we're heading back up to Greeley. It's me and Brad and Bax and Dex in Brad's new Ford Flex. I wasn't sure about that boat when he pulled up in it, but it's super comfy and there's room for everything we need and then some. He wanted a bigger car since he's a bigger guy, but he didn't want something obvious like an Escalade. He gave Bax his old Caddy XTS and upgraded Dex to a new Malibu. Dex's sponsors for his old car were thrilled to deck out his new car with a fancy stereo and alarm system and he's scheduled to compete in the first show of the summer in June.

We've had our best luck selling our stock at concerts, so we end up in Denver a lot working the different shows. Our expectations are high for summer because there's a ton of bands coming through Colorado so we should clean up money wise. Plus, the shows have been a blast. Since I didn't buy a car with my money, I spent some money on really good earplugs. They're good for the concerts and for when I play. Although, I haven't played a show since the club shut down a few months back. Brad and I are too busy for me to play guitar much anymore. We run the front end of business--selling stock at the shows, setting up deals to buy wholesale, making sure that everyone involved is keeping their mouths shut. Bax and Dex process everything and do all the heavy lifting.

Dex and I are in the back seat and he's giving me head. It feels fucking incredible. Bax is sucking off Brad in the front seat. The twins are the perfect bitches for us. They work hard at processing the drugs and taking care of their men. Both of them work hard to keep me and Brad satisfied in every way. Not that Brad and I don't get some on the side. It keeps a lot of our customers in line when they know that they're going to be riding one or both of our poles in order to get the drugs they want.

We moved into our own place a month ago. Brad's grandma moved into assisted living so we took over her house. It's only got two bedrooms and two bathrooms, but it works for me and Brad. Dex and Bax still live with mom at the apartment with our sisters. That way Brad and I have the freedom to do what we want/need to do. Our house is only two blocks from Brad's parents, so we end up spending a lot of time there. Denise loves to cook for us and she cleans our house, too.

Brad pulled into the garage and as soon as we got out, I pushed Dex over the washing machine and fucked the cum right out of him. It took me a couple minutes after he came to blow my load. He obediently cleaned my cock as soon as I pulled out. Like I said, he's a good bitch. Brad seeded Bax over the hood of Bax's car and after Bax cleaned him up, we slapped our bitches on the ass and sent them on their way. We'll call them when we need them.

"So there's a show at Red Rocks on the eighteenth of June--Big Head Todd and the Violent Femmes," Brad was saying as we unloaded the Flex. We'd picked up the makings for quite a bit of meth. Dex and Bax process the stuff and then they divide it up and we sell it. Since we have them doing the work, we divide it up into fairly small amounts because we make the most profit on those little amounts. That's why concerts work so well for selling because people at concerts want enough to get fucked up for the show, not for a week-long bender. Our regulars around here tend to buy a larger amount, but we kind of screw them over, too, since we've pretty much driven out all of the other major dealers.

"I'm not much of a fan, how about you?" I said and we laughed.

"No, not at all," Brad said. "But the people at that show will want what we have, so I'm thinking we should go," he told me.

"Yeah, sounds like a plan," I agreed. "Have you given much thought to going to see Aerosmith in Vegas this summer?" I asked. I've been planting that seed for a while now, but he's not given me a positive response.

"Dude, Vegas is shit if you aren't 21," he said. "Plus, Aerosmith? Really?"

"I know, but it sounds like fun. I haven't been to Vegas before. There's a bunch of other things to do there that you don't have to be 21 to do," I argued.

"Not gonna happen this summer," Brad finally tells me. I rolled my eyes.

"Whatever," I mumbled. I stacked some boxes of Sudafed on the shelf next to the dryer. We had a guy at Walgreens who hooks us up with different prescription drugs. He's got a thing for getting spit roasted by me and Brad, so he makes sure that we're taken care of. Brad came up behind me and hugged me.

"I'm sorry about Vegas, babe. How about I take you out to dinner to make up for it? A guy at the Chophouse owes me a favor so I can get us in for some steaks and cocktails," Brad told me caressing my hair. So, I guess from outward appearances it looks like Brad and I are a couple. We're not. We're more like best friends who are very affectionate, or something. We've never fucked. We've made out a couple of times while we were fucking some slut, but we aren't like together. I don't know how to describe what we are. We still sleep in the same bed even though I have my own room. We're not together as a couple but we touch each other a lot...like I said, it's hard to explain.

"Cool, let's do that. We should both shower and then let's go," I said, turning around and hugging him close to me. He'd lost about twenty pounds since March--mostly due to all the drugs we were doing--but he was a lot fitter than before. I pulled him into me and felt his hard cock press up against my stomach. "We should think about finding some guys to take care of our cocks, too," I said and pushed him away from me. He laughed.

"You're never gonna let me fuck you, are you?" he said. I shook my head.

"Hell no, I'm not letting you tear up my asshole with that fucking monster between your legs," I told him and we both laughed. "When you gonna let me fuck you?" I asked. He gave me a dirty look.

"Now you know better than that, white boy. I don't got a pussy," he said. I rolled my eyes.

"You'll bend over for me, yet," I said and started walking inside. We heard a knock at the garage door.

"I'll get it, you go shower," I told Brad and walked over to the side door. I opened it and went around to the front of the house to see who was knocking on our garage door.

"Hey Vin, you gotta sec?" a tweaked-out dude scratching his arm said to me before I even saw him. It's Matthew, this meth-head that's been hanging around looking for a score. He'll drop to his knees for any amount of meth and I know he's taken Brad's baseball bat up the ass on several occasions. He's becoming too annoying to waste our time on, so we've pretty much told him to fuck off lately. That hasn't stopped him from coming around, though.

"Naw, man," I said, turning around to go back in the house. I didn't have time for Matthew today.

"Awww, come on dude. I really need a hook-up," he said, now scratching himself gratuitously. I shook my head and turned just enough to talk to him without drawing too much attention.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Matt, but I've gotta get going, so see you around, okay?" I said firmly. I don't want the neighbors hearing this conversation and getting any ideas about us dealing drugs. We try to keep that shit away from our home.

"Viiiinnnnn," he whined. "I'll do anything, I swear. Just a little bit to knock the edge off. I've got some cash, too, but you know, I'll go down on you..." he was practically yelling across the driveway. I rushed him and interrupted before he announced to the whole neighborhood that he would give me head if I gave him drugs.

"Shut up, dude. Seriously," I said, looking all around to make sure that no one was watching us. Matthew tried putting his hands on my cock right there in the driveway.

"I'll do anything man, just give me a little. I'm jonesing so bad," he said. I grabbed his wrists and pulled him away.

"Look, man, I don't know what you think I've got, but I can't help you. Go down to the park and maybe you can find what you need there, but don't come back here," I told him and turned him by the shoulders in the direction of the street.

"Please, Vin, please. I really need your help," he begged. I shoved him a little bit in toward the street but he turned around to face me.

"You gotta go, Matt," I said and took him by the arm and led him to the sidewalk. "I don't know how you got here, but you need to walk away," I told him. He held my arm.

"No, please," he pleaded. I tried to pull my arm away but he had some kind of death grip on me. The garage door opened and Brad came out. He handed Matthew a baggie with some meth in it.

"You said you got cash, so hand it over," Brad said angrily. I looked around again but didn't see anyone watching us. This is a bad idea--selling drugs openly in front of the house. Fuck. Hopefully, this tweaker gets his fix and gets lost.

"Thanks, Brad, thanks a lot, I won't forget this," Matthew said while struggling to pull his wallet out of his back pocket. He finally got it out and pulled out what looked like $11. He handed it to Brad.

"This is it?" Brad yelled at him. Matthew cringed.

"I'm sorry, man. I thought you'd take payment with, you know," he stopped and looked around real quick. "You know, with blowjobs or something else," he said, unable to look Brad in the eye. Jesus. Did he just say that really loud, or what?

"C'mon, Brad. Don't come back over here Matthew. If you need something, you need to find someone else to help you out. If I see you again, it won't be pretty," I said and shoved him back in the direction of the sidewalk. Brad and I started walking back to the house. Suddenly, I was laying face down on the ground and someone's knee was lodged in my back. I could see black boots all around me but I couldn't move my head. They were going in the garage. Fuck. All that shit to make meth is in there. We're getting ganked. Matthew set us up!

"You have the right to remain silent," a voice said from above me. Fuck. It's worse than getting robbed. We're getting arrested. Yeah, Matthew set us up. But with the cops, not to steal our stock.

The voice read me my rights. I could hear someone reading Brad his rights from somewhere behind me. The guy on top of me zip-tied my hands together and flipped me up to a sitting position. That piece of shit Matthew was also zip tied, but I'm sure that he's set us up and his being restrained is merely for show. I stare daggers at him but he won't meet my eye. Dumb motherfucking tweaker. He's gonna pay for this.

The cops pulled Brad and I up to our feet and took me to one police car and Brad to another. They were carrying boxes of drugs, stuff to make drugs, and other paraphernalia out of the garage. We are well and truly fucked. I can't even believe that this is happening. I was supposed to get a steak dinner. We were going to make mad money on this stock. We were planning on going on a vacation somewhere tropical. I'd been stockpiling cash at Mom's apartment, keeping it in the safe in Bax's bedroom. Since I didn't buy a car and Brad pretty much pays for everything whenever we do anything, I have over $15 grand saved up in the safe. I'm going to have to get Bax to pull that cash to bail me out. Fuck. This sucks hard. All the cash I've saved up is going to be gone. I'll have to hire an attorney. How the hell am I going to be able to pay for one? I'll have to take the public defender they assign me. I don't want to go to jail! Maybe Brad can hook us up with an attorney that's worth a damn.

I got booked as soon as I got to jail and nearly immediately had a seizure. I was just so stressed. I'd been having them a lot lately. Like more than before and it was really freaking Brad out. Dex told me that if I kept having them he was going to tell Drago. I haven't even talked to Drago in months. I sort of ghosted him. I didn't mean to, but after the jumping out of a moving car incident, I just couldn't deal so I never called him or answered his messages. I pretty much ghosted everyone I used to know.

I woke up in the jail infirmary. I had a stick of some sort stuck in my mouth to keep from biting my tongue. I was restrained in some kind of body wrap that held me to the mattress. I was strapped down by the material and couldn't move my arms or legs. I started making as much noise as I could to get the attendant's attention.

"Oh, you're awake," the attendant said and came over and took the stick thing out of my mouth. Although I was tempted to spit on the guy for giving me such a condescending look, I just swallowed a few times trying to wet my dry mouth.

"Thanks," I croaked out a minute later. He freed me from the restraints and sat me up.

"No problem," he said sarcastically. I get the feeling they have a lot of fakers here. "Where's your medical alert bracelet?" he asked. I thought about it for a second.

"Oh, I took it off and it's in my wallet," I said. The guy walked away and made a phone call. About ten minutes later a police officer showed up and handed my wallet to the attendant. He brought it to me.

"Get out your medical alert bracelet and put it on and give me the wallet back," he said, clearly irritated with me. My guess is that he thought I was full of shit. I found my bracelet tucked behind my ID and put it on. He looked surprised. Yep, he thought I was faking. He pulled the bracelet away from my wrist and read it out loud.

"Alvin Jacobs, DOB February 15, 2001, Epileptic, call 303-897-1599," he recited. He wrote down the number and other information and went back to the telephone. I sat there and read the posters on the wall. One was about PrEP, another about how to live with Hepatitis, and yet another about HIV. The worst was the one showing male genitalia affected by all kinds of gross diseases and infections. Thanks for that, jail infirmary. I'm going to have nightmares for the rest of my life after looking at that. The attendant came back over.

"I left a message at the number but in the meantime, you can sleep here tonight," he told me. He pulled out one of those infernal hospital gowns and told me I could sleep in it. Woo. My favorite. At least I wasn't in the hospital. Or the rest of the jail. Fuck me, this sucks.

I woke up the next morning so early that the sun wasn't even up yet. There was a different attendant on duty. He was watching a TV show on his phone with headphones. I got up and walked over to him. He was so absorbed in the show that he didn't see me. I waved my hand in front of the screen and he almost fell out of his chair he was so surprised. He yanked his headphones out.

"Holy shit!" he exclaimed. I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you," I said.

"No, no, you didn't scare me. I was just surprised," he said, although I'm pretty sure I scared him. "Do you need something?" he asked, his voice still a little high and shaky.

"Where's the bathroom?" I asked. He pointed to a door to our left and I went inside. After I pissed, I came back out and found that he'd turned on the lights and opened the window blinds.

"No time like the present to start the day," he said cheerfully. Great, a morning person. He indicated that I should sit down and he came over to take my temperature and blood pressure. He recorded the results. I stared at the clock. It's only 5:30AM. Christ. Why am I awake?

"So, Mr. Jacobs, can I call you Alvin?" he asked in that ridiculous before-six-in-the-morning voice.

"It's Vin," I said.

"Okay, Vin, it looks like we're waiting for a call from your doctor's office. In the meantime, we'll get you some breakfast and then you'll be heading to your arraignment at 8:30. Your arraignment isn't until 9:00 but you'll need to talk to your attorney before you go in," he said, ever cheerful. I can't decide if I like forever-cheerful guy more or less than forever-cranky guy from last night.

"Okay," I said, still not much of a conversationalist.

"So, are you following..." he babbled on about some TV show, the one he was watching when I woke up, that he's totally absorbed in. I didn't know what he was talking about so I zoned out. I nodded every so often or said `cool' to make him think that I'm listening but I have no idea what he was talking about.

Eventually he made me some instant oatmeal and a cup of water. He didn't shut up the entire time I ate. Even when I went back in the bathroom he told me about that fucking TV show. He gave me a disposable toothbrush and comb and I did my best to look somewhat presentable for my court appearance. I had to wear the clothes I was wearing yesterday when I got arrested or the jail-issue jumpsuit. I chose my clothes from yesterday. I wonder if I'll see Brad at the arraignment. I never got a phone call, so I haven't talked to Bax or Dex about getting bailed out.

"Okie dokie, it's time for you to head out to the courthouse. Good luck!" Mr. Cheerful said as an officer put me in handcuffs and led me out to a police van. He secured me in the back and then drove me the two blocks to the courthouse. We could have walked faster. He unbuckled me from the van and took me inside. He hadn't said three words to me the entire time. Yeah, I definitely prefer the cranky ones. Mr. Cheerful was driving me crazy.

I was taken into the courthouse and sat in a row of chairs behind a glass wall. There were two other guys already there, also in handcuffs but wearing the jail issue tan jumpsuits. I nodded in their direction and then sat down staring out into the courtroom. There were a few people sitting in the chairs at the back of the courtroom, but the judge hadn't come in yet. I leaned over to the officer that sat with me and the two other guys.

"Do I get to talk to an attorney?" I asked.

"He's running late, so maybe, maybe not," the officer replied. I leaned back in my chair. Brad wasn't here and I didn't see anyone else I knew. At 9:00 on the mark, the judge entered the courtroom. Everyone scrambled to their feet. The judge sat down and the bailiff that came in with him said that we could all be seated. I sat back down and the judge called the guy next to me's name. I watched intently to see what the process was.

Things did not go well for the guy next to me. This was the third time he'd been in this courtroom for drug dealing. The judge lectured him for five minutes straight about how repeat offenders can't find jobs and won't come to a good end. It went on and on. The guy next to me rolled his eyes and groaned a lot, but I was terrified.

The judge called my name next. I hopped up and looked around. There was no one there for me. I was on my own. The judge had some file in front of him. He was about to address me when a group of people burst in the back of the courtroom. It was Drago, his parents, and some guy in an expensive suit. The guy in the suit walked up to the defendant's table and asked the judge if he could approach the bench. I stood there staring at him, unable to look at Mr. and Mrs. Jenkins or Drago.

The attorney, at least that's what I assume he is, spoke to the judge in hushed tones. He waved his hands around a lot and showed the judge a bunch of files of his own. I saw an x-ray and some other medical documents. I stood silently hoping that I looked repentant of my sins.

Finally, the judge and the attorney looked in my direction. I stood up as straight as I could.

"Mr. Jacobs?" the judge said. I nodded.

"Yes, sir?"

"Please approach the bench," he commanded. The officer took me by the arm and led me over to where the attorney stood. "Go ahead and take off the cuffs, Officer Clark," he told the officer. The officer raised an eyebrow, but did as the judge indicated. "Thank you, Officer Clark. You may be seated," he said. The officer shook his head but again, did as he was told. I stood still as humanly possible with my hands behind my back. I was borderline petrified.

"Mr. Jacobs, in light of your serious head injury and the complications afterward, I will release you into the custody of the Jenkins family under the condition that you are immediately admitted to the hospital and put under your doctor's care. That would be," he glanced at a file in front of him, "Dr. Michael Winters," he said.

"What about my, uh, charges?" I said, not exactly sure of the correct terminology to use.

"All charges are dropped. However, if you are back in this courtroom within the next year, I reserve the right to resurrect these charges," he told me. My eyes widened. I'm in the clear as long as I stay out of trouble.

"Thank you, sir, thank you very much," I said to the judge. He nodded and then looked down at another file on his desk. I held back the tears but just barely. I turned to the attorney.

"Thank you, too, sir. I very much appreciate your help. I don't have any money with me, but I do have some saved up so that I can pay you," I said. He looked surprised and laughed a little bit.

"That's okay, son. My bill is taken care of. You may want to talk to Mr. and Mrs. Jenkins," he said. He shook my hand. "Good luck with your injuries. I wish you the best," he said. He walked over to Bill and Dianne and I heard him telling them what happened and that he had another case and would be leaving now. I walked up to Bill and Dianne and stood behind the attorney. I still couldn't look Drago in the eye. I had no idea how he and his parents found out that I was even here and was even less sure of why they were helping me. I've treated Drago like shit pretty much since the accident. We're supposed to be boyfriends but I've cheated, lied, and fucked him over countless times. I'm a selfish waste of flesh who thinks with his dick instead of his brain. But it's worse than that. I didn't stop even though I knew that what I was doing was wrong. Drago deserves so much better than me. He shouldn't even be in the same room as me. I don't deserve it.

The attorney shook hands with Drago's parents and then left. I stood there unsure what to do. I stood there and stared at my hands.

"I'm so sorry. I'll pay back every penny for the attorney and any costs that you had helping me with this. I'm just so sorry," I said. I couldn't look up. They shouldn't even be here helping me. No one should. I'm such a loser.

Dianne rushed over to me and wrapped her arms around me. "Shhhhhh, honey, shhhhh," she held me and I felt the tears start rolling down my face. I blubbered into her shoulder like a little kid. She held me and murmured that everything is going to be okay and that they love me. It just made me cry harder. Bill came over and wrapped his arms around the two of us. I felt so loved even though I totally haven't earned their love. What is wrong with me that I turned my back on these people, treated their son like crap, and then disappeared like it was nothing? Then when I come back into their lives, I'm in jail and they have to spend all of this money to help me. I'm so undeserving. I don't know why they are here and hugging me. They must be saints.

I felt Drago's arms complete the hug. His arms brushed up against my back and it was like electric shocks where they touched. I have so much love for him, it's scary. But he'll never want me back so I'll have to live my life knowing that I fucked up the best thing in my life. I drove away my soul mate. He saved my life and I flushed it down the toilet.

"Excuse me, but we are conducting a court of law here. Could you please take your reunion outside?" the judge said after a few minutes. I was crying, Dianne was crying, I'm pretty sure Bill had a few tears running down his cheeks. I don't know about Drago because I'm still too ashamed to look at him. Dianne apologized and we made our way out to the hall outside the courtroom. Drago stood off to the side and I stood with Dianne. Bill walked over to Drago and the two of them talked for a few minutes. Bill came back over.

"Okay, we're going to drive back to Boulder now. Alvin, we're taking you directly to the hospital and Dr. Winters will meet us there. Unless there's anything else?" Bill said.

"I have to go and get my things from the jail. My wallet, mostly," I said in a quiet voice.

"The attorney has arranged for a messenger to pick up your belongings at the court and then at your mother's apartment and deliver them to our house. We've been in contact with your mother and she's packing your things now so that they are ready to be picked up," Bill told me. Oh. I guess this is it, then. I don't know what to say. I want to say goodbye to my mom, but now seems like a bad time to ask. I have like $15,000 in Bax's safe that I'm sure that my mom doesn't have access to. I guess I should just pass that on to my brothers. They probably need it more than I do. That may not be true. They have mom. I'm on my own and starting from scratch. Where am I going to live? My mom doesn't even have most of my stuff. That was at the house that got raided. My clothes and coats and stuff. At least my guitars were at Mom's apartment. I need to text Bax and see if they need the cash. Maybe he can pack it in with my stuff without Mom seeing it.

"Okay," I said. We walked out to Dianne's Honda Accord. She led me to the backseat. I thought she was going to sit with me, but to my surprise, Drago got in next to me. He finally caught my eye and I burst into tears. He looks so sad and so concerned. I've caused him so much pain. I really hate myself right now. I leaned against the window and tried to get a hold of myself.

"I'm so sorry," I said to him, although I couldn't look at him again. My body shook with sobs. Drago reached over and grabbed my arm and pulled me into his chest. He held me tightly and even when I tried to pull away he wouldn't let go. I gave up trying to pull back and cried into his hard chest. He still smells amazing. His chest is still so strong and muscular. He's still so perfect. And I'm so fucked up. Why is he comforting me?

"I love you so much, Alvin," he whispered into my hair. I cried even harder. Is he drunk? Why would he say that? I've done nothing but harm him and he loves me? I couldn't respond. I could only cry.

"Do you still care even a little for me?" he asked. I looked up at him. Tears streamed down his face. He thinks I don't love him anymore. And that's hurting him terribly. My God. How could he still love me? There's no way. He must mean that he loves me as a friend.

"Of course I love you. I never stopped. I love you so much it hurts. I'm so sorry I fucked it all up and threw it all away," I told him. He suddenly looked so happy.

"You do? You still love me?" he exclaimed. I'm totally confused right now.

"Yes. It's like I said, it hurts I love you so much," I said. "But I understand that I've done so many terrible things to you that you don't want anything to do with me. As soon as you drop me off at the hospital, you never have to see me again," I said. It's just better to get all of this in the open. There's no reason to drag it out or make him feel obligated to hang around because we used to have something.

"No, Alvin. I want to be there. I love you, too. I don't think that you did anything to me intentionally. You need to talk to Dr. Winters. And Dr. Nakamura. Do you remember the Japanese specialist that Dr. Winters conferred with? He was in Boston when we heard what happened and now he's flying out to see you. They think there's something wrong with your brain. A tumor, or something. They said you may need surgery," he blurted out.

"Dr. Nakamura?" I asked. What the hell is Drago talking about? Surgery? A brain tumor? This is crazy talk. And how could he believe that I didn't do the things I did intentionally? Of course I did them intentionally--I did them didn't I?

"Yes, he's the Japanese specialist," Drago said excitedly.

"You mentioned that. So I'm going to see him and Dr. Winters?" I asked.

"Yes."

"And there's a tumor?"

"Maybe. They are going to run some tests on a different part of your brain than what was injured in the accident. It would explain all of your erratic behavior," he said.

"That's the nicest way you could have said that, Drago, thank you," I told him. He smiled at me.

"You're welcome. I'm just so sorry that it's taken all this time to figure out what was wrong. Then we didn't know how to find you. Your brothers weren't talking and your mom didn't know. Then you got arrested and the doctor from the infirmary at the jail called the number on your medical alert bracelet and we found you. We found you, Alvin! I'm so grateful that we found you," he said and he pulled me back into his chest. I'd finally stopped crying and just reveled in his arms. After several minutes, I fell asleep. The movement of the car, the comfort of being in Drago's arms, the relief of having the charges dropped, just everything that's happened this morning left me exhausted and I slept on Drago's chest until we arrived at the hospital.

"Hey, babe, wake up," he said. "We're here." I opened my eyes and looked around. Yes, we're back at the hospital. My home away from home. I yawned and stretched and then got out of the car. Drago ran around from his side and put his arm around me to support me. I didn't realize how weak I felt until that moment. I leaned into him and we walked inside.

When we got to the private floor where Dr. Winters' office is, there was a bit of a commotion from the nurses who remembered us. There was a lot of we're so happy to see that you've been found' and thank God that you're alright and here with us' and other similar proclamations. I thanked everyone for their well wishes and asked if I could please be taken to my room so that I could lie down. I was starting to feel dizzy and tired. All of this attention is starting to wear on me.

I was taken to the room right next to Dr. Winters' office. It was nearly identical to the last one I stayed in except that the view was slightly better. There was already a bed made for Drago next to mine. How thoughtful. I doubt he'll want to stay, but it was very nice of them to arrange that. I went in the bathroom and stripped down. I didn't really want to put the hospital gown on but I knew that Dr. Winters would make me if I didn't put it on myself, so I went ahead and did it anyway. I came out and got into bed.

Dianne and Bill said goodnight and hugged me good bye. It is already 4:00 and they are going home to get some dinner. The thought occurred that they'd both missed work today. Jesus. I owe them so hard. Now it's just me and Drago. He stretched out on the bed next to mine.

"You know, you should probably go with your parents since you didn't drive. I mean it's probably not too hard to get an Uber later, but I don't want you to have to go to the expense, or whatever," I told him. He shook his head.

"I'm not going anywhere, Alvin," he said. I looked at him and tried to figure out what his angle is. I mean, why is he being so nice to me?

"Are you sure? Don't you have classes or finals or something?" I asked. I realized I'm not even sure what the date is. Is he out of school for the summer?

"No, Alvin. I finished finals two weeks ago. Hey, that reminds me, do you know what today is?" he asked. I shrugged.

"No, man. I have no idea what the date is," I told him. He laughed.

"Dude, it's May 27th. Exactly one year ago today..." he started to say but I finished.

"Was the accident," I said. It's been a year since the accident. I started to cry again. He hopped out of bed and pulled me into another hug.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you cry," he said.

"I'm sorry. I don't mean to keep crying," I replied. I sniffled and he handed me a tissue.

"It's okay, Alvin," he whispered into my hair over and over again. I stopped crying and leaned against his chest. He is so warm. I want to kiss him but I doubt he wants me to, so I held back.

"Thank you, Drago," I said. Dr. Winters cleared his throat from the doorway. I hadn't heard the door open. I pulled away from Drago but he didn't walk away. He stood next to me with his hand on my shoulder.

"Welcome back, Alvin," Dr. Winters said. "Drago," he said and nodded at him. Another man entered the office. "This is Dr. Nakamura. He and I will perform several tests on you this evening to determine if you are a candidate for emergency surgery. If so, you will undergo the procedure to remove a tumor from either your frontal lobe or your pituitary gland. If not, then we will consider hormone replacement therapy, chemotherapy, and/or steroid treatment to address the tumor. But first, we need to see what we're dealing with. So, without further ado, let's get you down to the CT scan room and start looking at your brain," Dr. Winters said. It was a lot of information to take in. A tumor on my frontal lobe or pituitary gland? What the fuck? How can my brain be any more fucked up that it already is?

An orderly came into the room with a wheelchair. I got out of bed and sat down. Dr. Nakamura asked me a million questions as we headed down for the CT scan. I couldn't answer most of them, but Drago knew most of the answers so it was okay. The one I could answer, but didn't want to answer, was what drugs I've been doing. I was seriously embarrassed to have to admit in front of Dr. Winters and Drago that I've been doing a lot of hard drugs for a couple of months now. Both doctors just took it in stride. Drago looked sad. I hate making him sad.

A few hours have passed and I'm finally back in my room. Dr. Winters and Dr. Nakamura briefed me on the surgery I'm having tomorrow morning. They found a tumor growing on my pituitary gland. I'm sort of in shock--like it hasn't hit me that I have a brain tumor and I'm having brain surgery in a few hours.

Drago is asleep in the bed next to me. He's more worn out than I am. I can't believe that he's still here. Both doctors have tried explaining how the tumor has been growing inside of me and has caused the changes in my personality. That's why Drago has stayed and why he doesn't blame me for all of the crazy things I've been doing. Things that have gotten crazier as the tumor got bigger.

Dr. Winters also told me that he thinks that the tumor laid dormant in my pituitary gland for possibly years but the accident shook it up and it started to grow afterward. They weren't looking for a tumor when they examined my head and the growth wasn't detected until Dr. Nakamura was brought in to consult. He immediately suspected a tumor in the frontal lobe, but the tests were inconclusive. They wanted to conduct more tests months ago, but they couldn't track me down. In the meantime, the tumor has continued to grow and I've kept changing along with it.

Now they have conclusive proof of a tumor, but it's in the pituitary gland, not the frontal lobe. That was their second choice. I can't sleep. I keep running over things in my mind. Things I've done with Brad, Bax, Dex. Things I've done to people I care about like Drago, Landry, even Quinton and Malcolm. Maybe I'm not a bad person. The tumor made me do it. Ha. Sounds like a lame excuse to me.

I'm bored and horny but I don't want to wake up Drago. There's no way he wants to have sex right now anyway. If I beat my meat in here he might wake up and that's no good, either. So, I decided to go for a walk. I'm not hooked up to anything right now, thankfully, so I throw on my shoes and head down to the cafeteria. Since I'm having surgery in the early morning, I can't eat or drink anything, but there might be some people around to talk to. I need a distraction. I know what kind of distraction I want, but finding someone to fuck would be a long-shot.

Lucky for me, long-shots seem to be my specialty because there's a fucking hot guy drinking coffee by himself when I walked into the cafe. He's in scrubs so he works somewhere in the hospital. I sat down where he could see me and I could watch him. He looked up and I gave him a sexy smile. He smiled back. Hell yeah. He's interested. I got up and joined him at his table. He looked a little surprised.

"Hey, I'm Vin. What's your name?" I asked. I adjusted myself when I sat down. I'd put on shorts under my hospital gown so that I didn't flash everyone I walked by. I was already chubbing up.

"Sup, I'm Trevor," he said. He has a very deep voice that's sexy as fuck. Up close, I can see that he's either Latino or light skinned black, but he's got green eyes so he's mixed somewhere along the line. He's got hair similar to mine in that it's shaved in the back and longer on top, but his is perfectly straight and ink black. He appears to be a little taller than me--who isn't--and because he's in scrubs it's pretty much impossible to see his package.

"Hey Trevor. So, I'm not going to beat around the bush here. I'm having brain surgery in a few hours and I want to fuck a tight ass beforehand. If you're interested, let's go find an empty room and I'll show you a good time," I said. He choked on his coffee. I grinned at him.

"Yeah, I've got the place, too," he said and we both stood up. "Follow me," he said. Goddamn this is so fucking great. This guy is hot and now that I can see his ass, I want it bad. It's round and high and I'm already half hard just thinking about pounding it.

We walked down a corridor to the employee elevators. We went up to the seventh floor and he used his key card to gain access to a part of the hospital I hadn't been able to get into. He stopped at a room that had a bed and that was about it.

"The doctors come in here to sleep when they're working long shifts. It's soundproof so that they aren't disturbed," Trevor told me. The room was barely big enough for the two of us to fit, so we bumped into each other a couple of times while we undressed. He has a nice cock, over six inches long and pretty thick. I walked over to him and started stroking him. We looked each other in the eye and he stroked me at the same time.

"I've got some lube stashed in here," he said. Sounds like this is his regular hook up spot. I wonder if he's doing it with patients or doctors or other employees. He pulled a small vent away from the wall and pulled out a bottle of Astroglide. He handed it to me and I poured some into my hand. I nodded toward the bed and he got on his hands and knees. I poured some more lube onto his hole and started fingering him gently. He opened up quickly so I stroked some lube on my cock and started pushing it inside of his hot hole.

"Uhhhhh," he moaned. "You're so big, papi," he said. I thrust inside of him quickly since he seemed ready for an enthusiastic fuck. He cried out but held his hips tight against mine. Our hips started slapping together rapidly. I pulled almost all of the way out and slammed back in again a few times. He stroked his cock while I long-dicked him. He worked his hole on my cock like an experienced bottom. Fuck it feels so good. I pounded him hard and when I felt like I was getting close to orgasm I slowed down. I want this to last. This could be the last time I fuck someone. Ever. I could die tomorrow under the knife. I could end up a vegetable. I could wake up but never be able to get hard again. Or be a bottom boi for the rest of my life. Who knows what tomorrow may bring? So, I'm fucking this boi hard and long.

The longer I fucked him, the more verbal he got. "Oh yeah, fuck me hard, papi," he called out. I gave it to him hard.

"Aaaahhhhh, papi, that's the spot, you're so deep," he called out. I fucked him deep.

"Oooohhh, you're on my prostate. I'm gonna cum," he cried and I made him cum. I stroked him and fucked his hole in rhythm and he spurted a huge load onto the sheets. I kept slapping my hips into him for another five minutes and I could feel him getting hard again. I hit that spot again and he squealed.

"Oh mio dios," he said so I knew I was on the right track. I rolled my hips and did my best to stimulate his prostate. I stroked him some more and worked that spot and he squirted. He clenched down hard on my cock as he came the second time and I couldn't hold back anymore. I pumped at least seven times into his hole. I roared as I filled his ass with my load. I haven't cum since Dex got me off in the garage like two days ago, so my load was bigger than usual. It leaked out around my cock once it filled his pussy. I kept fucking him for another couple of minutes, but I don't think that either of us was going to cum any more, so I finally pulled out. Cum ran down his legs and dripped from my cock. I grabbed a few tissues from the side table next to the bed and cleaned up his legs and hole then I cleaned up my cock. Trevor stood up and we stood close, partly because of the size of the room and partly because we were still pretty hot for each other. His lips met mine and soon we were making out. I grabbed his ass and played with his hole. Some cum leaked out and I used it to finger fuck him while I probed his mouth with my tongue. An alarm went off someone on the floor.

"I really want to fuck around some more, but I've got to get back to work. If I'm gone much longer they'll come looking for me," he said. I made a sad look.

"Just a quick fuck? It'll be fun," I said, sliding a second finger in his hole. He hesitated but then pulled off my fingers.

"I want to but I can't. Maybe we'll hook up later. After your surgery. I'll come ride your cock. You won't have to do any work," he said with a grin. I smiled back and wiped my fingers on the sheets.

"Sounds like a plan," I said, knowing that it would never happen, but it was still fun to think about. "You're one sexy fucker, dude, anytime you're up for a fuck, come and find me and I'll make sure you cum," I told him. He nodded.

"Yeah, I know you'll make me cum. More than once," he said and we kissed some more. His alarm went off again.

"Fuck me. I've got to go," he said. We got dressed quickly and he snuck me back down to my floor. We said goodbye on the elevator and he took off to go do whatever it was he was supposed to be doing and I headed back to my room.

Drago was still asleep when I got there. I pulled off his shirt and shorts and he barely stirred. I covered him with the sheet since it's pretty warm in my room. He's a furnace and can warm up entire rooms if the door is closed. I took a shower and jerked my junk until I came on the shower wall. I washed the cum down the drain and made sure I was clean from head to toe. I was still horny when I got in bed. Sometimes I think I'm more horny after I've cum a few times than if I haven't cum in a while. I looked over at Drago. What if this is our last chance to fuck? I mean the same logic holds as what I was thinking about when I fucked Trevor. I could die tomorrow..

"Drago," I whispered loudly. He rolled over.

"Drago," I said softly. Come on, wake up.

"What?" he said. It sounded like he was dreaming.

"Let's fuck."

"Okay, your bed or mine?" he said. Hey, he's more awake than I thought. I crawled into his bed and snuggled up to him. I pushed my ass up against his cock. It was hard as a rock. Yay, this is already going well.

"Mmmmm, that feels so good," he said, still very sleepy. I reached back and stroked his cock.

"Any ideas for lube?" I asked as he kissed my neck.

"I've got some lotion in my bag. Can you reach it? It's in the pocket in the front," he whispered into my skin. His breath was hot and made me shiver. I've missed out on so much with us being apart. His breath on my skin makes me shiver and instead of experiencing that I've been fucking losers who are so addicted to meth that they'll take it up the ass in order to score more meth.

I got up and found the lotion and came back to bed naked. Drago had pulled off his boxer briefs and when I pushed up against his cock, there was electricity between us. It's always been like this, why did I push him away? I'm not pushing him away now. I rubbed lotion into my hole and then stroked his cock with the remainder. I positioned his cock at my hole and pushed back against him.

I haven't been fucked since he fucked me the last--my birthday. Bax used to fuck me every so often, but after he got with Brad he pretty much only got fucked. It took some fingering and me focusing on relaxing my hole to open me up and even then it hurt quite a bit going in. He slowly pushed inside of me until his balls slapped against mine softly. I grunted as he bottomed out.

"You feel amazing. It's like your ass feels better than other asses. You have some kind of special ass that is better than all the other asses," he moaned. Hmmm. Sounds like Drago's been trying out other asses. I wonder who he's been fucking? Not that I have any room to be upset.

"The best I've had is yours, but Landry came in a close second. His ass had that feeling like you're talking about. Something different that made it feel so much better than other guys'," I said. Not sure why I felt like sharing that, but it's out there now.

"No, babe, your ass is better than Landry's. His doesn't feel anywhere near as good as yours," Drago said as he started moving back and forth inside of me.

"You fucked Landry?" I asked. This was an interesting turn of events. And if my ass is better somehow than Landry's then it must be some kind of miracle ass because Landry's was almost better than Drago's but I'm not telling Drago that.

"Yeah, we hooked up a couple of times before he decided that he was in love with Quinton," Drago said, now working up to a faster pace. The pain faded slowly but transitioned to the most amazing feelings.

"Better than Malcolm?" I asked and then gritted my teeth. He thrust into me really hard when I said Malcolm's name.

"You tell me," he said. Ah, touche. I guess Malcolm told him about me.

"He was okay," I said. Drago giggled.

"Yeah, he was just okay. You're so much better than either of them it's sick," Drago told me. I grinned. What the hell have we been doing fucking other people? I guess we needed to be sure that we were meant to be together and there's the whole head injury thing, but I can't imagine a life where Drago and I aren't together. I suppose I should have thought of that a half an hour ago when I was shooting my load in that Trevor guy, but I know it now.

"I love you, Drago. I've always loved you and I want you to know that no matter what happens tomorrow, I'll love you forever," I said in a sudden rush of emotional garbage spewing from my mouth.

"I love you, Alvin. I've always loved you and no matter what happens tomorrow I'll love you forever," he said and he pulled my head around and we kissed. The power behind the kiss, the way he fucked my ass, the emotions we shared made me suddenly shake with the most powerful orgasm I could remember having. It started deep inside of me and it spread throughout my body. I could feel it in my toes, my fingertips, my lips as they pressed against my lover's lips. Drago came simultaneously and I could feel him shoot his load deep inside of me.

"Promise me that if I'm a vegetable you will find love with someone else," I said. I don't want him hanging around if I'm a veggie or if I'm like brain damaged or something.

"I will not promise that. I'll fuck this pussy even if you're brain dead," he told me. I giggled.

"Oh yeah?" I said. "You want to fuck me even if I'm unconscious?"

"Yeah, you won't complain as much," he said.

"Yeah, not nearly as much," I giggled. "Seriously, though, I don't want you feeling obligated to stay," I said. Drago was still humping against my ass but hadn't pulled out yet.

"Loving someone means that you stay whether times are good or bad. I know you want me to be happy, but what makes me happy is being with you," he said. He nuzzled my ear and a few moments later I could tell he'd fallen asleep. I sighed. I wonder what our future holds? I hope that I wake up from surgery tomorrow. I hope that I can still play guitar and make love with Drago and walk and talk like normal.

I laid there and thought about what life will be like and how I want to change. I want to do everything in my power to make sure that Drago and I are together. This train of thought isn't putting me to sleep, though. I pulled off his cock and he rolled over and went right back to sleep. I took another shower and then got out my phone. I sat in my hospital bed and thought about all of the people I wanted to say something to before my surgery. If I don't wake up, what do I want to say?

I texted Bax first. He's my best friend. Even more than Brad. Brad was a momentary lapse in good judgment. I want Bax to know that I love him. I want him to achieve whatever dreams he sets for himself. I texted him a quick note to let him know that. He texted back almost immediately.

Bax: Hey bro! Good to hear from you. You'll never guess what...Brad and I took off. We cleared out the safe and took the cash and left town. I can't tell you where we are or where we're going but thanx for the cash

Me: Good luck, bro. I wish you guys the best

Bax: Thanx. You're a gr8 bro. Watch over Dex for me, k?

Me: You know it

Bax: Gotta jet, bro. Love you

Me: Love you

Huh. He and Brad took off. I wonder if they're headed to Mexico. Brad and I talked about taking off for Mexico if the need arose. Those two are going to end up in a Mexican prison, mark my words. And there won't be anything I can do to help them at that point. I guess I know what happened to my cash. It was earned selling drugs and I can't say that I'm proud of that, so I think that it's better that they have it anyway.

I texted Dex next. He didn't answer right away. I didn't expect him to. Everyone in their right mind should be asleep right now. I told him that I love him and that I'll watch over him and Mom. He must feel so abandoned right now. I'm gone, Bax is gone, even Brad is gone. He's going to have to do a lot of growing up. I didn't say anything about my surgery to either one of them. I'm the big brother and I'm supposed to take care of them. They don't need to worry about me.

I texted Mom after that. I told her about my surgery and that I would text her as soon as I could. I texted Landry and Quinton a quick note to say hi. I saved Aiden for last. I've been angry with him over the whole band thing and then the Lenny thing, but I want to go into my surgery with a clear conscience.

Me: Hey, I just wanted to say how sorry I am for treating you like I did. I'm not proud of how I acted. You mean so much to me and I am definitely worse off for not having you in my life. I hope you will forgive me or at least consider it.

Me: I am having surgery in the morning. I have a brain tumor and it has to come out. I don't know if I'll even wake up or if I'll be the same person if I do wake up but I want you to know how much I've missed you and how much I love you. Take care of yourself. I wish you the best

I had to stop typing because I was getting sappy. I guess I still have pretty strong feelings for Aiden. I don't mean to, it just is. I wonder if a person can love two people equally but differently. That's how I feel about Aiden and Drago. I love them both, just in different ways.

Aiden: I love you,too

Me: I'm sorry if I woke u

Aiden: No, Im not a good sleeper

Me: You always slept good when I was there

Aiden: Only time in my life

Me: I miss u

Aiden: miss u 2. were u serius about surgery?

Me: Yes. I have a tumor on my pituitary gland and tomorrow I go under the knife to remove it. The doctors say that it's been changing my personality as it's grown larger. I may come out a totally different person (jk)

Aiden: Fuck, I'm so sorry I've been such an ass. I had no idea a brain tumor could change a person. And after everything uve been thru and now you have this tumor...fuck, i'm so sorry

Me: Don't be. Just forgive me

Aiden: Only if u forgive me

Me: I love you and forgive you

Aiden: I love you and forgive you

Me: Then we're good?

Aiden: Better than good. You'd better text me as soon as you can

Me: I will

Aiden: When can i come see u

Me: I'll let you know after surgery. It might be awhile before I get out of the hospital

Aiden: I'll say a prayer every night until I see you

Me: Thank you. I'll pray for you too

Aiden: Love you

Me: Love you

I kind of want to cry now. I know I shouldn't since Aiden and I finally made up, but I'm starting to worry that I may not come out of this surgery unscathed. Or alive. What if I never wake up? What if I wake up and I'm a veggie? Jesus.

I guess I fell asleep with my phone in my hand because I woke up when I dropped my phone. Drago awoke with a start when he heard my phone hit the floor.

"Shit, are you okay?" he sat upright and almost jumped out of bed.

"Yeah, my phone fell," I said groggily. He picked it up and plugged it into the charger next to my bed. He climbed in bed with me. I fell asleep in his arms. Before I knew it, Dr. Winters was in my room. He'd come to collect me for my surgery. He let Drago come with me to the surgical unit. There was a waiting room nearby, so we left Drago there. I kissed him goodbye and I think my heart broke into a million pieces. Why do I feel like I'm going to face a firing line or something?

"This is a difficult surgery, Alvin. I expect it to last between four and six hours. Dr. Nakamura and I are working with a team of neurosurgeons who will help us remove the tumor. We will do our best to make sure that your pituitary gland isn't damaged during the surgery. We'll go in through your nose to reach the tumor. This surgery is fairly common and is considered safe. Do you have any questions?" he asked.

"No. I'm putting my trust in you and your team and in the Lord. He has a plan for me and asking a bunch of questions won't change that," I said surprising myself. I don't think about God a lot, but sometimes it occurs to me that there's a creator out there who's watching out for me.

"Okay, Alvin. The anesthesiologist will be in momentarily to prepare you for surgery. I'll see you on the other side," he said and he hugged me. I hugged him back. My doctor/dad.

"Thank you, Dr. Winters. You mean a lot to me," I said into his shoulder.

"You, too, Alvin," he said. We hugged until someone knocked on the door. The anesthesiologist was here to knock me out.

"Countdown from ten and think about that place you told me about, the beach with the palm trees..." the anesthesiologist was saying as everything faded to black.

"You are so getting dunked!" I shouted as I ran toward Drago. He took off up the beach. Even though he has longer legs than me, I am quicker and more motivated. I caught up to him and used a leg sweep to bring him down. I still remember my BJJ and a few of my cheaty old tricks to bring down a bigger competitor. Drago hit the ground and I was on top of him instantly. I held him until the waves rolled over us and I made sure he was soaked.

"Let me up!" he wailed. I got off of him and sat next to him in the water. It's rained for the past seven days and the sun finally came out, so we hit the beach. I love living in LA. It never snows, it's almost never colder than 50 degrees, and the beach is open year round.

"You're getting slow," I told him. He pushed me over into the water.

"Whatever. You cheat," he said. I laughed and sat back up again. He put his arm around me and we sat watching the waves crash around us.

"Wanna get some lunch?" he asked some time later.

"Yeah, sounds good," I replied and we got up and walked toward our towels. I bent down to pick mine up and got a little dizzy. I wobbled a little and Drago grabbed me.

"You okay?" he asked, somewhat alarmed.

"Yeah, just dizzy. It's passing now," I said and he let go of me and smiled. I have dizzy spells from time to time. But I haven't had a seizure since the surgery. And I am pretty much like I was before the accident. Not exactly, but much more like that than I was in the last few months leading up to the surgery.

Drago and I moved to LA right before school started in August. I spent a couple of months recovering from the transsphenoidal surgery--aka the up the nose procedure. Dr. Winters and Dr. Nakamura are confident that they removed the entire tumor without any damage to the pituitary gland. I had to see a speech therapist for two months after the surgery because I was having difficulty talking but that seems to have passed now.

"Five Guys or In and Out?" Drago asked.

"Five Guys," I answered. We brushed the sand off our legs and feet and hopped in the truck. I still can't drive. I'm still considered epileptic so no driver's license for me. Maybe someday, but not for a long time.

Dr. Nakamura is working for the UCLA Medical Center now and I have to see him every couple of weeks. He's a pretty cool guy. He's letting me play guitar in the band again--on stage and everything. It doesn't hurt that he's a huge fan of experimental rock.

So, yeah, the band is back together again. Lenny ODed about two weeks after my surgery. He's not dead or anything, but Aiden lost his shit and fired him from the band permanently and told him to pack his shit and get out. Lenny went back to Colorado with his tail tucked between his legs. The last I heard, he was trying to put another band together and was working at Jiffy Lube.

Aiden and I have worked on our friendship ever since I texted him the night before the surgery. He told me right away that Lenny was out. He begged me to come out to LA and rejoin the band. After talking to Drago about it, we decided to try to make it work. Neither one of us really wanted to stay in Colorado so we talked to Dr. Winters and he wrote Drago a glowing recommendation to USC. They accepted him and with his scholarship money, and mine--I donated the money that was supposed to go to me from the accident to Drago--he's able to attend even with out-of-state tuition. We found an apartment not too far from school. It's a little further for me to get into LA--we live in Pasadena--but it's close enough that I can catch ride-share and get down to the studio to work with the band in like 30-45 minutes.

So the original label dumped The Four Horsemen after the Lenny incident. Since the guys had been playing local venues, they had an in with another label and once I got to town, we got signed! It's been hard, but we've been recording songs pretty much constantly. Hopefully, the album will get done before Christmas and we can release it before the holidays. We're scheduled to start touring in March. We're doing a west coast thing first and then we're supposed to do an east coast thing during the summer. Mostly colleges and smaller venues but that's cool because those kind of shows are fun.

In all, I feel pretty good after the surgery. I feel more like my old self. Drago and I are so good together. We've actually talked about where we want to be in five years or ten. Marriage was mentioned. I can't wait to see where we end up.

After lunch we headed back to the apartment. We live about 45 minutes from the beach, which sucks but it's walking distance to USC. Drago is taking fifteen credits again and he's working part time in the chemistry lab. He isn't playing football. He needs another surgery on his shoulder but he's putting it off until spring break or summer. He told me that he's excited for a career as a doctor and that the NFL thing was just a pipe dream. I don't believe him. I think that he's really missing being around the team and all the benefits of being on the team. He must be seriously depressed about it, but he doesn't let on. I keep encouraging him to join a flag football team on campus, but he's waiting to play any sports until he gets his shoulder fixed.

Drago got a text from someone in his Calculus II class and they are setting up a study group so he's heading out. This happens fairly often. He is very dedicated to his studies and gets all A's so when he gets the chance to study with his friends, he's on it. His friends are such a bunch of nerds, ha. They aren't exactly nerds but they are super smart and are mostly quite wealthy. They look down on me like I'm a dirt head stoner. It reminds me a lot of high school. Drago doesn't smoke weed anymore and doesn't hardly drink unless it's at a `function' or something. I party with the band sometimes, but I try to limit my intake. Dr. Nakamura made it clear that he doesn't want me drinking or doing drugs to the point that I scramble the brain he worked so hard to repair.

So, I texted Aiden and he drove up to see me. We spend most of our free time together. He walked in and I was all over him.

"Fuck, you look so hot," I said and our lips met. He looks incredible with a dark tan and sun bleached hair. He's been working out with me and with his broad shoulders he's developing a V shape that points right to that perfect ass of his.

"I want you so bad, Vin," he said in between kisses. I pushed him onto the couch and laid on top of him. Our tongues swirled together in a frenzy. I rubbed his pecs and his nipples and down his hard stomach to his hard cock. I unbuttoned his jeans and pulled his cock out and was about to go down on it when we heard a noise at the door.

"Hey babe, forgot my textbook," Drago said as he walked in the door. Aiden and I froze in place.

"Hey babe, I think it's on the kitchen counter," I said. I let go of Aiden's cock and played with his nipple. Drago stopped and stared at us.

"Fuck you guys look hot," he said.

"Ditch out on the study group and stay here with us then," I said, giving him my sexiest look.

"Awww, c'mon, you know I need to study," he said although he couldn't take his eyes off of us. I went down on Aiden and sucked his cock into my mouth. He threw his head back as I swallowed it down my throat. I gave him a very noisy blow job while Drago watched.

"Damn, Drago, you gotta get in on this," Aiden said practically breathless.

"Screw studying, I'm in," Drago said, dropping his backpack and taking off his t-shirt. I slid Aiden's cock out of my mouth and hurriedly pulled down Drago's shorts. His fat eight-incher popped out, hard from him having watched me suck Aiden's cock. I thrust myself down onto Drago's cock and swirled my tongue around his cock.

So, I guess some things didn't change after the surgery. I'm still as horny as ever. Maybe even more so. But Drago and I did finally come to an agreement about sex with other people. We agreed to bring Aiden into our relationship and both of us can fuck him. Or he could fuck us, but usually it's the other way around. So far it's been really hot and we've had very few disagreements about who's spending time with who. Meaning that Drago has been super understanding about me spending time with Aiden. We have three-ways pretty often and that way no one really feels left out. It's fucking hot. I love them both so much.