The following is a pure work of fiction and is the property of the author. This is a short story presented in serial form of 4. This is the final section.
If you are bothered by same sex relationships, read no farther. This is a story about the interaction of males with each other in a fanciful setting. It's a story with some sex, not sex with some story.
Thanks to those who responded to this series. I do not usually acknowledge e-mails, instead using my time to write. I do appreciate hearing from you. LJB
Joe's Dilemma
Chapter 4
"I love you, Jerry." Joe declared as his breathing normalized. Jerry had moved up to lay beside him and was holding him close as Joe returned from the mental high of his climax. "I want to try to do that for you now."
"You don't have to." Jerry told him. Jerry didn't remember ever having said that to a sex partner before, but he did in fact mean it. Somehow bringing Joe to climax had been a very satisfying experience for him. He did not feel an urgency for his own release. This was a very strange realization for him. Jerry's primary motive in sex had always been to satisfy himself. Is this what love was about he wondered ?
"I would really like to try." Joe said looking into his lover's eyes as he leaned over and kissed Jerry. "Just relax and let me do this, please." he asked. Joe had been fascinated when he had finally seen Jerry naked. The 31 year old was absolutely beautiful in his opinion. In truth, Jerry's body had changed very little since he was 25 years old and exercised with weights as he cruised the gym. It was his mind and attitude which had changed.
Joe kissed Jerry again, this time slipping his tongue in to stroke his partner's tongue and inviting it to play. Their kissing was passionate and loving as they conveyed to each other their desire to be together. Joe moved his mouth down to the tan coloured nub on Jerry's perfectly defined pec and flicked it back and forth with his tongue. As the flesh thickened and enlarged he moved over to the other side and repeated the process. Returning, he bit lightly on the nub which now appeared shiny and swollen and Jerry groaned as the feeling raced from the core to his groin. Joe worked on Jerry's chest for a good 10 minutes, switching back and forth and teasing the rubbery nipples to a heightened sensitivity.
Sliding his tongue over the imaginary lines which separated each row of the six pack abs, Joe worked his way down the abdomen to play with the slightly protruding knot of Jerry's navel. The small squirms with which Jerry reacted indicated a ticklish point on his body which Joe made sure to remember for future use. Joe could not any longer resist the tremulant staff hanging over Jerry's abdomen. He placed his mouth over the hot, red crown and clamping his lips behind the corneal ridge lathed his tongue back and forth over the head, swirling it round and round and digging into the long slit to scoop out any additional precum hiding there. Jerry grabbed the sheets on either side of him as Joe worked and used all his will power and concentration to resist filling the sucking mouth with his juices.
Joe released his prisoner briefly while he ran his tongue up and down the velvety flesh with the iron centre. Having moistened his target he again started at the top and this time after he encased the top knob he slid his lips slowly as far down the shaft as he could. The tip hit the back of his throat after about 5" had entered his mouth and he felt himself start to gag. Controlling the impulse he slid back up to the head and swirled his tongue rubbing the part he knew to be sensitive, under the ridge and where the skin met on the underside.
"Hold the base with your fingers so you don't gag." Jerry instructed him.
Doing as he was told, Joe dove down again on the shaft and this time his lips met his fingers before the impulse struck him. Now he went to work. Up and down, up and down, swirl around, up and down. Over and over Joe stroked the hot shaft with his lips. Jerry had again grasped the sheets and mattress to try to control his orgasm. It was no use this time. The steady pace set by Joe caused his heavy orbs to ride up to the base of his hot dick. Between groans and gasped he warned Joe he couldn't hold it, but the focused man was intent on completing his task and claiming his reward. Jerry started with a low groan which started in his chest and as his fluids raced up his expanding shaft, his groan race through his throat until both spilled out without the participation of their owner who had escaped mentally to the plain which lovers occupy, a place he had never fully visited before. Joe claimed his prize and swallowed the treasure as quickly as his beloved partner could produce it.
When Jerry's spasming stopped, Joe very carefully released his manhood and pulling the blankets up over them, cuddled down next to the man he hoped to spend all of his sleeping hours and most of his waking ones with for the rest of his life.
Jerry remembered the alarm clock going off and then it had stopped. Joe had kissed him and said `good morning' and had gone to take his shower. He had not returned yet, but something told Jerry he needed to wake up. Slowly he opened his eyes. Three young faces all in a row were the first sight of his day. He closed his eyes again but then his brain kicked in. His eyes popped open quickly and the three faces were in fact there. The boys were lined up in a row, in order of size, standing beside the bed, looking at him.
"You guys are up awfully early aren't you ?" Joe said gruffly.
"Johnny and Joey have a game this morning." Mickey replied. "You got to get up now, or we're going to be late." Jerry remembered. It was Saturday and the boys had invited him to attend one of the little league games Joe had them enrolled in. He had stayed over with Joe last night so they could get there on time. "Joe says to get you into the shower now, he already called you twice."
Suddenly his covers were gone and his legs were being pulled off the bed.
"Okay, okay. I'll get up." he lamented, feeling around for a blanket to pull back over himself as he realized his bare butt was exposed. There were no covers to access. He though quickly and decided his best defense was a strong offense.
"All right you little rug rats." he growled, raising up on his arms. "Now I'm going to get you." He was released and three screeching bodies went flying out of the bedroom seeking protection from Joe. "That did the job." he thought to himself as he rose and looked around to find a bathrobe to cover his morning throbber. "Narrow escape that time."
Jerry joined the group at the breakfast table after showering and dressing. He tickled Mickey on the sides as he walked by him on the way to his chair.
"I'll deal with you other two later." he warned and they giggled. "And you." he looked at Joe. "Don't think I don't know you're the one who sent them after me."
"Well it was either that or load you in the car still asleep," Joe replied, "and those metal seats at the ball park can be a little cold if your butt's still bare." The boys all laughed at this and even Jerry got a big smile on his face.
Joe and Jerry took their planned weekend the second week in June. The weather was lovely but still cool. Everything was in blossoms or buds. Jerry made all the arrangements and they left in Jerry's car directly from school on the Friday afternoon. Joe had made sure the boys would have lots of food and they could of course go to his apartment if need be. Their mother was usually gone on the weekends, coming in on Monday or Tuesday in a drunken stupor. She had however started bringing men home with her occasionally and seemed just as happy if the boys stayed with Joe during those periods if in fact she even realized they were gone.
The drive down the coast highway was scenic and the hour and a half it took them passed almost before they knew it. Joe and Jerry had been sleeping together pretty regularly for the past two months, but had not yet attempted any sexual penetration, preferring to wait for this special occasion to consummate their relationship. They had talked in great depth and had told each other about their lives and feelings. Jerry understood Joe's hesitance and withdrawal from others and Joe knew about Jerry's sexual antics and his reformation at the hands of a vengeful brother. Jerry had never shared the events of that day with anyone else and reliving them with Joe had been a therapeutic growth experience. He and Joe had uncovered a lot of his motivation and drive for the type of life he had lived, but he still had not revealed everything yet.
The Hillside Inn was a quiet, secluded hostelry with only six special units available for weekend rental. The units were designed for couples and offered luxurious facilities designed to make a romantic weekend a success. From the double sized bathtubs and showers to the open fireplaces and king size beds with satin sheets, everything about the accommodations promoted romance. The small kitchenette facilities were stocked for breakfast, lunch and snacks and a fabulous diner for two was catered to each unit on Friday and Saturday evenings, with a waiter available to serve the meal, or prepared to leave each couple on their own.
Our men arrived in plenty of time to unpack and share a relaxing after-work shower, don the warm, fluffy bath robes provided for them and share a quiet drink together before their waiter rolled in the cart bearing their gourmet dinner. Tasty dishes were served by the experienced waiter and by the time dessert was finished everything had been cleaned up and they were left alone with their after dinner drinks in hand.
They sat for a while on the couch enjoying the fire which had been laid and lit in the fireplace by their waiter. The unit was just the proper temperature so that the warmth of the flames was enjoyable. Many kisses and touches were shared as the glow of the liquor warmed them without impairing their senses. Both knew without speaking when it was time to climb the stairs to the loft which held their bed. On the table next to the bed was a burning scented candle and several bottles of lightly scented massage oils in a holder which warmed them to body temperature. The robes fell to their feet just before they slid onto the bed and reached for each other for a tender embrace and kiss.
"I've never pictured myself in a place like this with a wonderful person like you." Joe said. "I never really pictured myself as having anyone."
"You underestimate yourself, my love." Jerry responded. "I don't know anyone more deserving of being cared about and tended to than you. I would like you to make love to me tonight." Joe was stunned. He had just assumed Jerry would teach him the ways of male love. It had not occurred to him he would be asked to take the lead.
"I don't know how." he said. "You know this is my first time."
"I can't think of a better way of learning than by doing." Jerry answered. "If you take the lead tonight with my help, it will not be so mysterious tomorrow when I make love to you."
"I'm afraid I will hurt you. I don't want that to happen." Joe explained.
"I've done this before, my love." Jerry told him soothingly. "I won't be hurt if you listen carefully to what I tell you." Jerry looked around and found a lubricant. He guided Joe on finding his rear pucker, working it with the lubricant and opening it to a finger. He then talked him through stretching and relaxing him so a second, then a third finger could be inserted. They went slowly, kissing and touching each other frequently. When the lubricating was finished, Jerry had Joe lay down on his back.
Jerry kissed his love tenderly. With lubricated fingers he slowly stroked Joe's solid, smooth, 8" cock. Straddling the big man's abdomen he leaned forward and kissed his man sliding his tongue into Joe's mouth where the big guy sucked tenderly on it. Reaching back and grasping Joe's long mast he touched the head to his loosened pucker. Pulling his body upright Jerry eased down, inserting the spongy head into his hot tunnel. Slowly, he lowered himself onto the shaft, lifting up every few inches and then continuing his journey. Joe expelled a hissing sound as Jerry reached the bottom of the shaft. He sat still for about a minute looking into the loving eyes of the man on whom he had impaled himself.
Slowly, Jerry rose up off the stretching organ and then pushed back down onto it. Joe groaned and shook his head from side to side. Jerry set a pace and began a steady rhythmic movement which had both men feeling the indicators of climax in a few short minutes. Both wanted this to last, if not forever, then at least as long as they could stand it. Jerry slowed his pace and counseled Joe to try to relax a little. After the stroking had been constant for about 5 minutes, it was clear neither of them would last much longer.
Jerry told Joe the time was near as he sped up his movement. Joe began to thrust upward each time Jerry lowered himself grunting as their two bodies pressed together as tightly as possible. Joe reached over and grasped Jerry's bobbing tool and began to stroke it. Jerry had sped up to the point he was bouncing unmercifully on Joe's lance and Joe threw his head back and howled as he coated the velvety tunnel with his life force. At the same moment Jerry also howled and spurt onto the wall behind the bed and then continued to spray cream over Joe's face, chest and hand.
Two things had Joe concerned this year about summer vacation. Each year since leaving Teachers College he had taken a summer course. If he did so this year there was no assurance there would be anyone to watch after the boys. It was okay when they were in school, but now they would have the entire day to fill in and no matter how good boys try to be, that much time weighs heavily on young heads. Jerry often reminded him the boys were not his responsibility, but it didn't make him able to ignore the situation.
The second problem was Jerry. During an overnight at Jerry's house, Joe had come across a brochure from a resort which specialized in sex vacations inviting Jerry back for his regular summer visit. The dates were the same time period Jerry had been away last summer and he had already indicated to Joe he might be away again for the same period this summer. He didn't know how to approach Jerry about this without sounding like he was trying to control Jerry's life, but he didn't understand how Jerry could love him and still go ahead with this vacation.
As if his life did not seem complicated enough at that point, there was a new wrinkle added when he and Jerry next went out for dinner. They were sitting in the restaurant waiting for their orders to arrive when Jerry took a small package from his jacket pocket.
"What's this ?" Joe asked.
"Open it and see." Jerry responded with a big smile on his face. Joe unwrapped the package and opened the box. Inside he found a key. He held it up and looked at Jerry with a question on his face. "I thought if you were going to live with me, you should have your own house key."
Joe didn't know what to say. On one hand it was a wonderful thing. Jerry wanted them to live together. He would have his own permanent partner. Someone who loved him and cared about him, but would it be only him ?
"What about your summer vacation ? Joe asked. "I thought you had already made plans."
"For both of us." Jerry said. "We can both go on vacation. You should have a vacation too. It would be good for both of us."
"At a sex resort ?" Joe questioned and Jerry looked surprised. There was an awkward silence for a few minutes during the time their dinner was delivered.
"It's not like you think. It's just something different with a little variety." Jerry started to explain.
"Jerry, I'm not that kind of person." Joe replied. "You know I'm not. I don't relate to groups or even people I don't know. I can only commit to one person at a time. If I'm not enough for you, then you'll have to do what's best for you." Joe laid the house key on the table and got up and left the restaurant.
Joe was having a hard time sleeping. His mind would not stop running over and over everything that had changed in his life this past school year. The boys and how important they had become to him. Jerry. How he had allowed himself to believe they had a future together. The argument they had just had. Their time at the Inn such a few weeks ago. That magic Saturday when Jerry had first made love to him.
It began with a massage. They had been out hiking the forest trails in the morning and then on the tennis court during the early afternoon. On the court is the correct term seeing as neither of them could have ever come close to what would be termed playing. They chased the ball around most of the time they were there, but they had fun and had enjoyed themselves immensely. . Returning to their unit they chose to share a bubble bath and spent an hour cuddling, stroking and kissing in the double size tub. After drying, Jerry offered to give Joe a massage with the warm oil and he readily agreed. Spreading a flannel sheet on the bed Joe stretched out on top of it. Jerry straddled his butt and smoothed oil on his back using a firm stroke. He methodically soothed Joe's shoulders and back. He then moved down and squatted on his legs, oiling and massaging his butt carefully. Oil was poured along the crease of Joe's ass and gently rubbed and massaged.
Moving farther down, Jerry oiled and massaged the backs of Joe's thighs and calves and carefully rubbed his feet. Joe expected to turn over at this point but Jerry moved Joe's legs apart and moved up between them to resume rubbing his backside. Joe noticed the rubbing was concentrating around and over his virgin pucker which sent soothing feelings coursing through his body, so he barely realized when Jerry had inserted a finger into him up to the first knuckle. Over the course of the next 10 minutes, Jerry had relaxed his muscle ring sufficiently to receive three of his fingers. Jerry reached deep into the velvety tunnel and found the hard walnut shaped organ he was seeking. He began to rub and probe it and Joe felt a series of sparkling electrical shocks flash through his groin and saw stars bursting in his head.
"I'm going to enter you." Jerry informed him, as he eased Joe up onto his knees. "If you feel any discomfort I want you to tell me right away. I don't want to hurt you.
After a moment, Joe felt a pressure against his anus. Jerry asked him to push out and Joe complied. Suddenly there was a jerk and Joe knew he had been entered. There was a little discomfort but no real pain. Jerry said he would hold still for a minute and Joe should try to relax. Again Joe did what was asked of him. Soon he could feel Jerry moving ever so slowly and he had the sensation of being full. Jerry announced he was all the way in. After waiting for another brief while, Jerry began to withdraw his sword and Joe had a new sensation of being empty which he didn't like. That quickly changed as Jerry slowly pushed in again.
In no time at all Jerry had established a steady rhythm. Joe was getting use to the movement when suddenly Jerry hit the spot he had rubbed before and lights flashed again before Joe's eyes. Jerry had reached around and taken hold of Joe's hard staff and was stroking it in time with his own movements. Jerry sped up, then suddenly stopped.
"I want to look at you face." Jerry said and withdrew totally from Joe. Joe felt absolutely empty. He followed Jerry's instructions to lay on his back and pull up his legs. Before he knew it, Jerry had reentered him and was back to the rhythm he had previously established. They could now watch each other's faces and gaze into their partner's eyes. Joe could feel his climax climbing as Jerry kept causing the lights to flash for him and rubbed his cock with his hard, flat abdomen with each inward and outward thrust. Jerry was really stroking fast and firmly now and Joe felt his cock burst as Jerry's sperm cooled the hot lining of his tunnel. They both zoomed to the place lovers fly, together this time as their minds left their bodies and soared.
It was the most intense experience Joe ever had to that time, although they have repeated it several times since then. These thoughts kept him tossing and turning and occupied his mind. Something was wrong. Joe knew something was wrong but it took his wandering mind a few seconds to tune itself in. He could smell smoke. Not the smoke of cigarettes, but the smoke of burning wood.
Rising from bed he pulled on his silk boxer shorts and his robe and slippers. Going into the living room and turning on a light, he could see smoke seeping out from his kitchen wall. As he was watching, the wall suddenly burst into flames. That was the common wall with apartment 5. The boys were sleeping there. He ran out into the hallway and down to the door to apartment 5 yelling the boy's names. The door was locked. He stood back slightly and kicked the sole of his foot solidly next to the handle. The door burst open. Smoke billowed out of the doorway and he could see the external walls of the bedrooms were covered in flames. Yelling "FIRE" repeatedly at the top of his lungs he charged into the apartment and headed for the door to the boy's bedroom.
When he woke, everything was hazy. He knew he was laying on his side. His right side. He was in a hospital room and he slowly gathered from the small size of the room he must be alone. A woman, a nurse entered the room.
"Glad to see you're back with us, Joe." she said cheerfully. "The Doctors thought you would likely come around this afternoon. Don't try to turn onto your back, you're braced so you can't. You have burns back there that you can't lay on." Joe tried to speak, but all that came out was a rush of air with a bit of a croaking sound.
"How long ?" he mouthed to the nurse.
"You've been here a day and a half." she responded. "The fire was early yesterday morning." Now the memory started to come back.
"The boys ?" he croaked, starting to get upset. She came over to his side and lay her hands on his shoulder and his forehead.
"I haven't seen them, but I understand from the newspaper story they were checked out thoroughly and they are fine." the nurse told him. "Their mother died in the flames. Smoking in bed I understand. That's what caused the blaze. Poor little things. I understand they have no one left."
"Me." He mouthed, pointing at myself.
"I didn't think you were related to them." she commented. "I have to go and call your friend. He insisted on being called as soon as you woke up." With that she was gone. Joe lay trying to remember what had happened after he had gone into apartment 5. He remembered the walls on the apartment side of the bedrooms had been flaming. He had yelled out for Mickey and had heard the boy's voice calling back to him from within their room.
"Get away from the door." he yelled and then kicked the door open. The room had flames everywhere. He could see the boys huddled on the mattress in the far corner. Gathering the loose tails of his robe tightly around him, he dashed through the doorway and made his way to the mattress. Everyone was coughing from the smoke they were breathing. Grabbing a blanket which he wrapped around Mickey, he gathered up Joey and Johnny in his arms and told Mickey to hold his robe tightly. He was then able to lead the boys back through the doorway and out of the apartment.
The elderly residents from the two apartments on the opposite side of the hall had been roused by his calls and were escaping down the stairway. Joe sent the boys out of the building with them and turned back to apartment 5. He entered the apartment again to see about the boys' mother. That was the last of what he could remember.
Joe must have fallen asleep again because when his mind next started to sort things out he realized someone was holding his hand. He opened his eyes to find Jerry sitting next to his bed waiting patiently for him to return.
"About time you came back to me, love." Jerry said. "I've been worried sick about you." Joe looked deeply into Jerry's eyes and found the love there they had held for him these months past. "I know you can't talk yet, so let me."
"Where are the boys ?" he mouthed.
"I have them." Gerry told him. "I will bring them in to visit you this evening. Right now they are at school. Our school. If I'm not back in time, Jean will look after them." Tears formed in Joe's eyes. Jerry reached for a Kleenex and wiped his eyes gently. "I have something to say to you and I really need you to listen."
"You were right." Jerry started. "I was wrong. You had every right to be angry with me. All through my life whenever I've done my thinking with my dick, I've screwed everything up. I don't need anyone, except you. I don't want anyone, except you. Losing you tore me up completely. Yesterday when I went to school, Jean took one look at me and hauled me into her office. She knew about us. She has always known. She told me what I already knew, that I was stupid and self destructive. She said if I had finally managed to get you to love me and I threw it away, I might as well give up and become a hermit. Those were the nice things she said. There were a lot of other things."
Joe found he couldn't stop the tears running down his face. Jerry moved the Kleenex box over beside him automatically, without even thinking about it.
"Your going to be very emotional right now with everything you've been through, it's only natural. I'm apologizing. I'm sorry. Very sorry. Please, please, let me have another chance. You are really the most important person in my life. I'm going to give you my cock. If I ever try to think with it again you can do what ever you like. Hide it, spank it, send it to bed without supper. Whatever you decide." There was a moments pause and then they both started to chuckle. Jerry leaned down and gave Joe a soft and gentle kiss.
There was a slight commotion outside in the hall and suddenly a tribe of about six doctors trooped in. Jerry started to leave, but Joe grabbed his arm as Jerry went to stand and held on tight. Jerry stayed. The doctors looked at Joe's back and hummed and buzzed together for a brief conference. One of them stepped forward and introduced himself. He told them Joe's injuries were not serious. He had a couple second degree burns to his left shoulder and one in the middle of his back. All would heal in time, maybe three or four weeks before he would stop being aware of them being there. His voice would return in a couple days. It was the result of him shouting so much and the hot, dry air and smoke he had inhaled during the fire. Joe could leave the hospital tomorrow.
"Everyone will be happy to see the Hero' return." Jerry said. Joe looked at him strangely. "Oh, you don't know, do you ? Your a local Hero'. The fire department has recommended you receive a citation. If it hadn't been for you, everyone in that building might have died. The boys certainly would have." His face darkened. "Do you know about their Mother ?" Joe nodded.
"How are they ? he mouthed.
"They're so worried about you they haven't allowed themselves any time to grieve." Jerry told him. "Their teachers know and are watching them closely. After they see you tonight they might start to let down. There was nothing left at the apartment. I couldn't recover anything for them or you. Everything is gone. The four apartments on your side of the building, up and down, were ruined. The other four only had a little water damage."
"I'll have to find a place to live." Joe mouthed.
"No you won't. You're going to come and live where you belong. With me." Gerry instructed.
"I want the kids." he mouthed again.
"I know. We'll work it out." Jerry said. "I have them now. Juvenile Authority didn't give me any problem. They were happy to be able to place them all together and the boys made a big fuss about wanting to go with me.
"This is the type of proceeding I do not see often enough to suit me in my court. The adoption of an older child is not so frequent or energetic as those couples who seek to obtain a baby. Adopting three older children at the same time, even though they be brothers, is equally unusual. In this instance, the third element of having these boys adopted by two men, makes this unique and special. I have followed with great interest the reports to this court over the past year on the progress of this family and am more than pleased with the results. It is with the greatest pleasure I hereby issue these decrees of adoption." The judge signed the orders. Everyone was busy hugging and shaking hands, but the youngest boy remained standing, looking up to where the judge sat.
"Does that meet with your approval young man ?"
"Yes, Your Honour. And thank you." Joey responded.
The End