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Ron Martello was furious. As he drove through the streets of Merwin, NY, he swerved to miss other cars and barely obeyed any traffic laws. He knew where he was going. He had been there before. Not many times but enough to remember exactly where it was. And as he squealed into the driveway, he saw exactly what he was looking for.
He slammed on his brakes, kicking up some of the gravel in the driveway. He turned off the car and threw open the door without even thinking twice. He walked quickly in the direction of his target.
"Mr. M. What's goin..?"
But before Mike could finish his sentence, he felt Ron Martello's fist make contact with his right cheekbone.
Michael's mother, Joan, didn't see the punch but saw her son fall to the ground.
When she rounded the other side of the car, she saw her little boy laying on the ground. She was also just in time to see Mr. Martello's foot plowing into Mike's stomach.
"STOP IT!" She screamed. The scream was blood curdling.
She tried to run for her son but Ron saw her out of the corner of his eye. He didn't know who it was. He hadn't heard her scream. He hadn't really heard or seen anything since he knocked his wife to the floor. So, when he turned and backhanded Joan Williams across the face, he didn't even know whom he was hitting.
She clutched her face for a second and then screamed for her husband. She turned back to see her son being kicked a second time. She couldn't tell who this man was but he was clearly larger than she and could easily kill her. But she didn't care. There was no way that she would allow anyone to continue to do this to her son.
Just as she jumped in the middle of the two of them, his foot swung again and he caught her in the shin. The force of the kick threw her off her balance and she fell to the ground in front of her son.
Ron turned when he heard a noise behind him but was unprepared for the fist of Mike's father hitting his face. The blow was so hard that it knocked him to the ground and left his vision blurred.
It was enough time for Michael's father to help his wife to her feet and for both of them to grab Mike. They ran for the house as quickly as they could with their obviously injured son. They didn't want to move him but were left with little choice.
The second they were inside, Allen Williams ran for the phone and dialed 911. He was trembling so badly that he could barely dial the phone. His wife had limped her way into the house and his son was clutching his stomach, gasping for air and bleeding on the right side of his face.
Michael's father ran to his son the moment he hung up the phone. He knelt down and stroked his son's hair as the tears fell from his eyes. "Hold on, buddy. You're gonna be fine. Just try to breathe slow."
"Is he still out there," Joan asked through tears of her own.
He stood up and walked to the window. The man he had knocked to the ground was getting out of his car and looking around on the ground. He had lost his keys. Mike's father lost his breath when he was able to make out the man's face.
"Jesus Christ," he said.
"What?"
"It's Gary's father."
"What?" she said in disbelief. She had only met Ron Martello a few times and couldn't figure out what would cause his psychotic rampage. And then it came to her. He must have found out that his son was gay. And, somehow he must have found out about his relationship with Michael.
She sobbed as she lovingly rubbed her son's arm. He was still fighting to catch his breath but was at least taking in enough oxygen to keep himself alive.
"I'm going back out there," Michael's father announced.
"Allen, don't. Please." She wanted to jump up and stop her husband but had to stay by her son's side.
He ignored her and grabbed a baseball bat on his way out the door.
"What the fuck are you doing, Martello?" she heard Allen yell, as the screen door slammed.
Ron looked up in the direction of the voice and saw a man and a baseball bat. He started to panic.
"I swear to God. If you find your god damned keys and you try to get in that car, I will beat you senseless. You stay right where you are until the cops get here. Do you understand me?" Allen yelled. He could hear the sirens in the distance.
Ron's panic consumed him. He opened the rear door of the car and dove into the backseat. Allen wasn't sure what Ron was up to but he could hear the sirens getting closer.
Ron fumbled with the box under the drivers seat. He had a hard time getting it open with his blurred vision and shaky hands. Once he had opened the box, he grabbed its contents and stepped back out of the car.
Allen froze as he saw the gun pointed at him.
The police cruiser stopped at the edge of the driveway and two officers exited the vehicle. Each of them drew their weapons and pointed them at Ron.
"Drop the gun and put your hands behind your head!" the female officer yelled.
Ron, out of blind panic, turned towards the officers with his arms still outstretched and the gun in his hands. But before he could fully spin around and aim the gun directly at them, the female officer had pulled the trigger. The shot pierced Ron's chest and he fell to the ground.
"YOU!" The male officer yelled to Allen, "Drop the bat!"
Allen realized he was still holding the bat and released hit. He was in shock over everything that had happened in the course of the past 15 minutes.
"Put your hands behind your head and turn around."
Allen did as he was told and the male officer ran towards him as he put his gun back in its holster. He quickly frisked Allen, checking for a weapon.
"My son," Allen said. "I called for an ambulance. The man you just shot was attacking my son and my wife."
"You can turn around and lower your hands, sir," the officer said.
Allen turned and looked towards the police cruiser. He could hear more sirens approaching as the female officer reported the shooting through her two-way radio.
"Sir," the officer drew Allen's attention back to himself, "what happened?"
Allen stuttered and could barely find the words to begin the story. "That..man. He attacked my family."
"Do you know him?"
"Yes. He was." Allen wasn't quite sure how to explain just how he knew Ron Martello. "That was the father of my son's boyfriend."
"What's his name?"
"Ron. Ron Martello." Allen was staring at the body that was lying in his driveway. The pool of blood around the body was slowly growing. He felt partially relieved but still disturbed over witnessing another person being shot.
"Do you know why he attacked your family?"
The approach of the ambulance interrupted their conversation as the paramedics poured out of the back.
"Sir, where are your son and your wife?"
"They're inside. Right in the kitchen."
The officer pointed to the door and the paramedics raced in. The officer tapped Allen's arm and they ran in behind the paramedics.
Joan Williams was frantically explaining what happened as they carefully loaded Michael onto a stretcher. She couldn't tell what they were doing to him but they had already started to try and treat him.
"What's the situation?" the officer asked.
"This man needs to get to the hospital immediately."
The officer looked at Allen and Joan, "One of you can ride in the ambulance, the other is riding with me to give me all of the details."
"Jo, you stay with Michael."
Joan ran over to her husband. "I heard the gunshot. I didn't know what happened." She started to cry again as she looked her husband in the eyes.
"I'm fine," Allen replied, putting his hands on his shoulders. "Ron was the one that got shot."
She gasped and put her hand over her mouth.
"You'd better go," Allen said as he pointed towards the paramedics, racing out the door. She hugged him briefly but tightly before running after them and climbing into the back of the ambulance.
Allen and the male officer walked outside as the female officer reported into the radio that the man on the ground was dead.
I left the doctors office with a mix of feelings. I was happy that the cast was off but surprised at how very little use of my leg I actually had. Granted, the bulkyness was gone and it would be A LOT easier to move around but my motion was still quite limited. The doctor said it would take weeks or even months of physical therapy to regain full mobility. And even then, full mobility wasn't guaranteed but he said I should have at least 90% of it back.
I was still walking with a crutch but now it was only one and I didn't need to lean on it nearly as much as I had been leaning on the other two. The doctor had also given me a prescription for Vicodin. He said that there might be some pain over the next few days as everything starts moving again but if it was too bad that I should call him.
My brain was swimming with everything he said. Having the cast off was both a blessing and a curse. Now I had a whole new host of problems to worry about. But that's just my nature - to worry.
It took me awhile to do it but I was actually able to get into the car on my own. Derek smiled at me when I finally got comfortable and closed the door.
"So," he said, "how do you feel?"
"Well, it definitely feels good to have the bulk off."
"Why do I sense that there's a but."
"It just feels very strange. The brace feels different and my leg feels very stiff."
"Well, the doctor said it would for awhile."
"I know." I was quiet for a minute as Derek pulled out of the parking lot and headed back to my parents house. "I AM happy. I just expected too much I guess."
"You thought you were gonna be dancing around the second they took it off, huh?"
"Well, not exactly. But, I didn't expect that I would still be this restricted."
"It'll come, sweetheart. I promise."
I turned to look at him. He was smiling from ear to ear as he drove. He looked as though he didn't have a care in the world. "I love you," I said softly.
He looked away from the road for a second and smiled at me. "I love you too."
"Wow," I said with a chuckle.
"What?"
"We are so disgustingly sweet."
"Kinda makes ya wanna barf, doesn't it," Derek laughed.
"Yeah, slightly."
I felt my cell phone vibrating in my pocket and pulled it out. I flipped it open and looked at the screen. It was a number I didn't recognize but I decided to answer it anyway.
"Hello?"
"Hi. Is this Andrew Branson?"
"Yes. Who's this?"
"Andrew, it's Alfred Brandt. I was your composition instructor at the HARTT School."
"Professor Brandt! How are you?" He had always been my favorite teacher but had thrown me off by referring to himself using his first name.
"I'm doing well, Andrew. How are you?"
"Not too bad."
"Good, good. I have something I'd like to talk to you about." Professor Brandt had a slight British accent. He had been in the U.S. for so many years that it had faded but was still present.
"Sure. What's up?"
"Well, where are you living these days?"
"I'm with my parents right now. Well, actually," I said with a smile, "I'm about to move in with my boyfriend." Professor Brandt knew I was gay. He had introduced me to his partner at one of our concerts and I, to his surprise, introduced him to my boyfriend at the time.
"Splendid! So are you still in New York?"
"Oh yeah. It's my home state and, as much as I hate it sometimes, I'll probably never leave."
"Would it be possible for you to meet me in the city sometime this weekend?"
"Uhhh. Yeah, probably. Is everything alright?"
"Oh, yes, yes. Everything's fine, my boy. I would just like to talk to you about an opportunity that has come up that I think you'll be perfect for."
"Really? What kind of opportunity?"
"Well, I don't have time to go through all of the details right now but let's just say that someone very important was in the audience the night of your senior concert. It may have been a while ago but you made a lasting impression. He's very interested in meeting you."
"That sounds wonderful," I hesitated, "but...who was it?"
"I'm sure the name wouldn't mean much to you. He's a big music producer that works for 20th Century Fox. He is in charge of coordinating the soundtracks for major motion pictures."
"WHAT?!?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. 'This must be a joke,' I thought to myself. I looked over at Derek who had a very puzzled look on his face.
"Yes, yes. Isn't it exciting? He loved your work and thinks it just might fit into a film he's been working on."
"You can't be serious."
"Oh but I am. Quite serious. Have you been writing since you graduated?"
"Well, not really. I mean. Little things here and there but nothing as big as I did for my senior project."
"Well it's time you started up again. This could be the opportunity of a lifetime for you, my boy."
"This is amazing."
"I'll give you all the details this weekend. How does Saturday at 2 sound?"
"That sounds...great!"
"Alright. There's a lovely Thai restaurant up by Columbia University. What's your email address? I'll send you all the details."
"It's andyb@intertexxnet.com"
"Look for it tonight, lad. And I'll see you on Saturday."
"Okay."
"Goodbye."
I hung up the phone without even saying goodbye. I was in a total state of shock.
"So," Derek said inquisitively.
"That was my composition instructor from school."
"And???"
"And he wants me to meet him and some big-wig conductor in the city on Saturday."
"That's AWESOME!"
"That's insanity!"
Derek laughed. "Why is that insanity?"
"Because I'm not good enough for something this big."
"Obviously, somebody thinks so. And, honestly, so do I. You're a musical genius."
"Oh please!"
"Seriously. I miss hearing your work."
"Well, if everything goes well, it sounds like you'll be hearing it in Dolby Surround Sound."
"WHAT?" Derek turned his head and the car swerved slightly.
"Hey, hey. Watch the road, mister!"
"Oopsie!"
"Yeah, oopsie!" I laughed. "So, yeah, the guy is from 20th Century Fox and I think he wants to put my music into a movie."
"WHAT!? That's AWESOME!"
"That's unbelievable. I honestly think I'm dreaming."
"No, my dear. You're awake. And finally someone has recognized your talents."
As we approached my parents' house, I thought of all the things that had happened within the past 24 hours. My new boyfriend (and best friend) had asked me to move in with him. My cast was off. And now I had a possible job with 20th Century Fox. None of it sounded real. Was I dreaming or was my life actually turning around?
Frank had heard the commotion in the kitchen from his study but waited until the phone call was over before coming out. When he walked into the kitchen, he saw his wife and nephew hugging each other and crying.
"Dear Lord above," he said. "What happened?"
The two of them let go of each other and both of their faces were red. Their eyes were swollen and their cheeks wet with tears.
"We called my sister," Mary said, which caused the tears to flow even more.
Gary walked over to the counter to get himself a tissue and Frank held his wife as she cried on his shoulder.
"What on earth did she say?"
Mary tried to calm herself for a moment. She looked up at her husband and said, "She is pure evil, Frank. I have never heard a woman talk that way about her child. Never." Gary handed his Aunt a tissue. "Thank you, dear."
"Are you two okay?"
"We'll be fine, Uncle Frank. It was just really hard," Gary pulled himself together as best he could. He wanted to be strong in front of his Uncle and for the sake of his Aunt. She had been there for him and he wanted to be there for her. After all, she was just as devastated as he was. They had both just lost a family member since both of them knew they would never speak to Maureen again.
"Both of them are terrible," Mary said, trying to calm herself as well. "They just disowned their son like he was nothing. Like he had done something wrong."
Frank was slowly beginning to understand what Mary meant about how unlikely it was that Gary would choose to be gay. Why, after all, would someone want to deliberately alienate themselves from their family?
"It's alright," Frank said to both of them. "Gary is staying with us now. And we'll all get through this together."
"I can't believe how kind both of you have been to me," Gary said softly.
"We both love you," Frank said with a smile.
"I love you too."
"Now, come on," Frank said. "You two go wash up and I'll get Marc and Julie. We're goin' out for ice cream."
"Ice cream?" Mary laughed through her tears.
"Ice cream solves everything," he said with a simplistic yet serious smile.
Mary kissed her husband on the cheek and started to head upstairs. Gary started to walk by his Uncle but was stopped by his Uncle's hand on his shoulder.
"Gary?"
"Yeah, Uncle Frank?" He said, turning back around.
"I misjudged you and I'm sorry."
"There's nothing to be sorry for."
"Well, whether there is or there isn't, I still am."
"Thanks, Uncle Frank."
"After Marc and Julie go to bed tonight, we'll all sit down and talk. I think it'll do some good. But, for now, we need to lighten things up a bit. It's been a heavy day for all of us and it's only 2!"
Gary smiled and then headed for the stairs.
Frank called up after him, "You know where Marc and Julie went?"
Gary stopped about halfway up the stairs, "Uhm. I think they went for a walk in the woods."
"Those kids spend more time out in those woods," he sighed. "I'll go down and get 'em."
"Alright," Gary said. "We'll make sure that we're ready when you come back." And he ran the rest of the way up the stairs.
Frank walked out the front door and headed towards the trails at the edge of the park. Gary walked down the hall to the bathroom and saw his Aunt washing her face.
"Oh! I look like a circus clown," she said with a giggle. "Makeup runnin' down my face. Puffy eyes. Red nose."
"I'm sure I don't look much better."
She grabbed another washcloth from the cabinet, soaked it in cool water and handed it to Gary. "Here ya' go, hun. Somethin' about a cool cloth that just makes ya' feel better. My Mom used to put one on my forehead anytime I wasn't feeling well. Very comforting."
Gary stood in the bathroom next to his Aunt with both of them trying to wipe the swelling from their faces.
"Where did Frank go?" Mary asked as she set the cloth down on the edge of the sink.
"He went out to the woods to get Marc and Julie."
"Oh I should've known. Back in the woods again. They always talk about this clearing that they go to. Apparently they just lay down there for hours. They usually bring a blanket and the whole nine yards."
Gary suddenly remembered how Marcus had told him stories of how he and Julie would have sex in the clearing. 'Dear God,' he thought to himself. 'What if Uncle Frank sees them'?
When the ambulance arrived at the hospital, Joan was only allowed to be with her son for a very brief moment before the doctors instructed her to leave. She sobbed as she was lead over to the admission desk and began to fill out the necessary paperwork.
She could barely see with the tears in her eyes but managed to calm herself enough to fill out all of the forms. She was still shaking and her face was wet with tears when the doctor approached her.
"Mrs. Williams?" the doctor yelled into the waiting area. She stood up and as she tried to rush towards him, her leg reminded her that she was in pain as well. "Your son is being taken in for emergency surgery."
"What?" She said with fear in her voice.
"I'm afraid that we suspect rather severe internal bleeding and we're honestly not sure just how bad it is. We won't know until we get in there."
"Oh dear God," her knees became weak and she felt faint. "Is he going to be okay?"
"I have to be honest with you, Mrs. Williams. We don't know for sure. It could be very minor or it could be more serious. Fortunately, time is on our side since he was rushed in here so quickly and attended to right away. I will be joining Dr. Rushmond in surgery in just a few minutes. As soon as we get out, one of us will come and find you."
"Please save my baby."
"We'll do everything we can," he said, putting his hand on her shoulder. "I need to ask you - has your son ever had surgery before?"
"No."
"Any allergies?"
"None that we know of."
"Okay, good. Are you here by yourself?"
"My husband should be here shortly."
"Well, in the meantime, if you need anything just let the nurse know."
"Thank you, doctor."
He gently squeezed her shoulder and then turned to walk down the hallway.
Joan walked back to her seat and slowly lowered herself to it. Her eyes had almost glazed over as she stared across the room. Although she was looking at something, her brain wasn't even processing what she was seeing. Instead, all she saw was Ron Martello's foot plowing into her son's stomach.
"Jesus, Allen. Where are you?"
"Mr. Williams," the Sheriff himself had come to the Williams Residence in response to the call. He decided that he would take Allen to the hospital personally and question him on the way. It wasn't often that his town saw this kind of violence and he wanted answers. "I need to know exactly what happened," he said, as they pulled out of the driveway.
"Mr. Martello came here and attacked my son. My wife ran outside to try and stop him and he attacked her as well."
"Do you know why he would come here to attack your son?" The sheriff interrupted.
"His son and my son had a relationship in high school."
"A relationship? You mean they were lovers?" The sheriff interrupted again.
"Boyfriends, yes. So I can only imagine that he must have found out about it and came here to confront my son about it."
"Are they still together now?"
"No. I mean. I don't think so. I know that they have been in contact with one another recently but from what I understand it hasn't been romantic at all."
"And the father. He's not supportive of his son being a homosexual?"
"Last I knew, Gary's father didn't know he was gay. But somehow he must have found out. He would've had no other reason to come here and start attacking my family."
"Officer Whilloby said that you were wielding a bat when she arrived at the scene. Is that correct?"
"Yessir. I was."
"Did you strike Mr. Martello with it?"
"No sir. I did not. The only thing that would have forced me to use it was if he attempted to approach my house," Mr. Williams lied. He was on his way out of the house to bludgeon Ron Martello to death. But he knew that saying so wouldn't help his case any.
"Smart man. So, where did the attack take place? Inside your home?"
"No. My son was actually getting ready to leave. He was going back to school. Everything happened in the driveway."
"Then how did you, your wife and your son end up inside?"
Mr. Williams reluctantly answered, "I punched him once to knock him off balance so I could get everyone inside. But," he continued quickly, "it was only in defense of my family."
"I understand," the sheriff paused. There was silence for a moment and then the questioning resumed and continued until they arrived at the hospital.
"Well, Mr. Williams. I have a pretty clear picture of what happened but I'll need you to come down to the station and make a formal statement later."
"Thank you so much for bringing me here."
"Not a problem. Just do me a favor and don't stray too far from town. I'd like to wrap all of this up as soon as possible. Seems pretty straight forward." Allen nodded. "Now, go see your son."
"Thank you," Allen said as he stepped out of the car and closed the door. He ran into the ER and saw his wife with her head in her hands, sobbing.
"Joan?"
She heard his voice, stood up and wrapped her arms around him. Her sobs got worse.
"Where is he?"
"He's," she tried to catch her breath, "in surgery."
He pulled away and looked her in the eye. "Why? What's going on?"
"They don't know. The doctor said that he is probably bleeding internally."
"Jesus." The color drained from Allen's face. "And what about your leg?"
"I hadn't thought about it," she said, sniffling. "I was only thinking about Michael. I couldn't even really feel it until a few minutes ago. All the adrenalin, I guess." And, once again, her mind wandered away from the care of her own body. "What about Ron? What happened to him?"
"He's dead, Jo."
"Jesus Christ!" Her reaction was a mixture of 'serves him right' and genuine dismay.
"C'mon," Allen said, turning the attention back to her, "We're gonna get you looked at."
"But what if they come down with news on Michael."
"They'll know where we are. Now come on."
Allen and Joan walked slowly to the admission desk. Joan had already filled out paperwork for Michael and now had to fill out even more for herself. Now, there was nothing they could do except have Joan's leg looked at and wait.
Gary quickly excused himself. "I'm gonna go make sure that Uncle Frank doesn't get lost."
"Lost?" Mary said, but it was too late, Gary was already at the bottom of the stairs and obviously wasn't listening. "How difficult can it be to find two kids in the woods?" she said out loud to herself.
He ran out the front door, slamming it behind him, and bolted for the trail. He was running as fast as he could and finally caught up with his uncle. Had he been just a minute or two later, his uncle might have actually found the clearing and then, God knows what.
"Uncle Frank," Gary said, slightly winded.
Frank turned around and looked at him in surprise. His nephew was obviously out of breath. "What's up, Gary?"
"Oh, I just didn't want you to get lost out here," Gary said, panting.
"Well," he said, turning back in the direction of the clearing, "that's awful nice of ya'. We can both go get Marc and Jules and then we'll head back to the house together."
"No," Gary exclaimed! "I mean. I'll go get them. No sense in both of us going. As it is, I think I know where they are and it's a little bit off the beaten path."
"Well, alright," he said with curiousity and doubt. "If you say so." He walked past his nephew and tapped him on the shoulder.
Gary smiled as his Uncle passed by. He walked a few steps towards the clearing and then turned to look over his shoulder. He made sure that his Uncle was still walking away before he continued in the opposite direction. He recognized the spot where he and Marcus had veered off the trail and followed the practically invisible path towards the clearing.
As he neared the clearing, he could hear the two of them but couldn't tell what was going on until he reached the edge of it. 'Sure enough,' he said to himself.
He looked out by the tree in the center of the clearing and could see Julie's legs wrapped around Marcus' naked ass. She was forcing Marcus back into her every time he pulled out. He was fucking her furiously and she was wailing.
"That's it, Jules. Moan for me you little whore." Marcus said gruffly.
"Yeah, baby. Fuck me, Marcus. Fuck ME!" She said as her voice got higher. Suddenly, she pulled Marcus deep inside her and held him there as she moaned and bucked wildly.
"Oh fuck, Julie. That's my girl. Yeah, baby. Come on. Cum for me, angel."
Julie's muscles clamped down and massaged Marcus' cock. He could feel his own orgasm building inside of him as well.
"Oh, Julie. You're gonna make me cum, baby."
"Cum on me. Please," she said through her heavy breaths. She unwrapped her legs and Marcus pulled out of her. "I want your cum all over me," she said.
He pulled off the condom and jerked himself roughly for a few seconds. The cum launched from his dick and landed all over her. She rubbed it into her body and moaned the entire time. Marcus collapsed on top of her and they held each other tightly.
Gary had stood at the edge of the clearing and watched. Thank God, Uncle Frank hadn't seen them, he thought to himself. Gary was now hard as a rock and his cock was pushing against his pants.
He could hear his cousins whispering to each other but couldn't make out what they were saying. He moved towards them slowly.
As he got closer, he cleared his throat causing Marcus to jump off of his sister. Both of them tried to cover themselves with towels they had brought with them until they saw who was standing there.
"Jesus Christ, Gare," Marcus said uncovering himself. "You scared the shit out of us." He then started to wipe the cum off of his body. It had rubbed off of his sister and onto him while he was holding her.
"Yeah," Julie said, also now completely uncovered except for the towel she was using to clean her chest with.
"Yeah, well it was almost your father." Gary couldn't help but glance back and forth between Marcus' cock and Julie's wet pussy.
"WHAT?" Julie replied.
"Yep. I ran after him and got him to go back to the house."
"Holy shit," Marcus said, half laughing. "That woulda sucked."
"That would've more than sucked!" Julie said. "He would've killed us both!"
"Yeah, probably," Gary said.
"Well," Marcus said with a devilish grin as he looked at Gary's slightly tented pants, "since you're here."
Julie giggled. "Yeah, Gary. Since you're here."
"Look, I," but Gary couldn't come up with a good excuse. Then he realized he was thinking with the wrong head. "We really should get back. They're gonna wonder where we are. I was supposed to just come get you guys."
"Quickie then?" Julie said as she lowered her hand to her crotch and started playing with herself.
"Guys, we really should go."
Marcus walked towards him and fell to his knees. He unbuttoned Gary's pants and lowered the zipper slowly as he looked up to his cousin. "So...stop me."
But Gary couldn't. Actually, he probably could have. But, he didn't want to.
Marcus pulled his pants and underwear down and Gary's dick pointed exactly where it wanted to go - into Marcus' mouth.
Marcus licked his lips and then instantly started sucking Gary's dick. Gary looked over to his cousin, Julie who was now roughly rubbing her clit as she watched them. When she saw Gary looking, she smiled devilishly at him and bit her lower lip.
Gary had to admit that, although he knew he was going to end up with a guy, he certainly wasn't opposed to seeing a woman naked. It still turned him on. It just wasn't what was going to make him truly happy. If Marcus hadn't been doing such a wonderful job sucking him off, he would have fucked her in a heartbeat.
And, just as thoughts of fucking the shit out of her popped into his mind, she stood up and walked towards him. She walked over and put her hand on his chest. She looked at him like an animal and then leaned into kiss him. Gary couldn't believe what he was about to do but he started wildly kissing his cousin while his other cousin continued to give him incredible head.
She kissed him for a minute and Gary was feeling incredibly stimulated. Marcus was sucking him slowly but forcefully and it felt amazing. Julie was kissing him like a whore and his senses were on overload. When she broke the kiss, he looked at her and she winked.
She then walked around behind him. He looked over his shoulder and saw her kneel down behind him and push up his shirt. Then, she spread the cheeks of his ass and buried her face. Her tongue swirled around his hole and plunged in and out. She was eating his ass with the same slow force that Marcus was using on his dick.
Gary could tell that she was also touching herself and the moans coming from her throat, vibrated up into her face and into his ass. It felt amazing. Marcus could hear his sister moaning and started jerking himself off at the same time that he was downing Gary's dick.
Julie was the first to cum. Her second orgasm always came quicker than the first. Her moans and screams into Gary's ass were enough to push him over the edge and he filled Marcus' throat with his hot juice. Marcus held Gary in the back of his throat, bobbing only slightly. He held him there until he felt his own orgasm coming and then pulled back.
As he started to come, Julie pushed her head through Gary's legs and plunged Marcus' cock to the back of her throat. She milked every last drop from him with her mouth.
When Marcus had finished, Julie went back through Gary's legs and stood up behind him. She laughed lightly and then kissed the back of his neck.
Marcus stood up in front of Gary and they both smiled and laughed in ecstasy.
"That was hot," Marcus said.
"Yeah it was," Julie and Gary responded simultaneously.
Julie walked around and kissed each of them before walking over to her clothes and starting to dress.
Gary leaned in and kissed Marcus. Their kiss was slow and deliberate. There was an intentional passion in the kiss that Gary hadn't expected. He felt his dick beginning to rise slowly and pulled away before it became fully erect again.
"Wow," Marcus said. "You really are a good kisser."
"You're not so bad yourself, Marc."
They smiled at each other and then Gary bent down to pull up his pants.
"So," Julie said as she pulled her pink thong up, "when do we get to do this again?"
"I don't know about that," Gary said as he scratched the back of his head.
"Tell me you didn't have fun," Marcus said with pleasure in his voice.
"Irrelevant," Gary replied.
"Hardly," Julie said. "It's very relevant. Sex is fun. People need to be more open-minded about it. I'm really starting to think that monogamy is for losers. As long as you're safe and you respect and love your partners, I don't see a problem."
"What an optimistic way to view things," Gary said with a smile. "But, unfortunately, in the real world, you have to think about jealousy, lying, egos, emotions...it's just not as simple as you make it sound."
"It's only complicated, because we're taught to make it complicated," Marcus said, pulling his pants up over his underwear.
"It's true," Julie said.
"I guess," Gary said but quickly changed the subject. "But we can debate all of this later. You two had better hurry up. We have to get back to the house. Quickly!"
"What for?"
"We're going out for ice cream?"
"Ice cream?" Marcus said, pulling his head over his shirt. "Dad never takes us out for ice cream unless there's a reason."
"Well, I'm gonna be staying with you guys for awhile and he thought it was cause to celebrate."
"YOU ARE?" Julie said with excitement.
"Yep. Now come on!"
Julie and Marcus finished getting dressed and, on the way back to the house, Gary summed up the whole story.
As they approached the driveway, Julie looked at both of the boys, "So, looks like our twosome is a threesome now." Then she giggled.
"You two are so kinky." Gary replied.
"Oh, you have no idea!" Marcus said with an evil grin.
"Well, THERE you are," Mary said. She had seen them coming up the driveway and opened the door. "I was getting ready to send a search party."
"Sorry, Aunt Mare," I couldn't find them right away. They weren't in the clearing. They had gone farther out.
"Oh. So, Mr. Gary, why did you feel the need to run after your Uncle? You didn't think he could find them?"
"Honestly," he almost winced at his choice of words as the lie fell out of his mouth, "I really just wanted to deliver the good news myself."
"Ohhhh," she said with a smile. "Well, that was sweet!"
Marcus smiled at Gary. "Yeah, that's Gary. Wonderfully sweet." Julie stifled a laugh.
Mary missed the fact that there was a joke behind his comment. "You kids get in the car," she said. "Frank and I will be out in a minute." She turned back inside, "FRANK!", and closed the door behind her.
"If he's that sweet, I want to taste next time," Julie said as they piled into the car.
Joan Williams's leg was wrapped tightly in an ace bandage and ice to help control the swelling. She had been kicked quite hard but since her leg wasn't completely locked to the ground, avoided serious injury.
They had been sitting in the waiting room for hours when, finally, a doctor approached them.
"Mr. and Mrs. Williams?"
"Yes?" they answered together.
"Michael is going to be fine."
They both breathed a sigh of relief and the tears started to fall from Joan's eyes yet again. "Thank God," Allen said, wrapping his arm around his wife's shoulder and squeezing her tightly to his side.
"Had he not gotten into surgery when he did, I don't think the outcome would have been quite so happy but let's just be thankful that he did."
"What did you find?" Allen asked.
"His spleen had ruptured causing internal bleeding. As I said, it was caught quite early and, fortunately, the tear in the spleen wasn't overly large. It was more like a slow leak than a gushing."
"So what did you do?"
"Well, the spleen had to come out. But he'll be just fine without it. He'll be very sore for awhile and he has a few staples that will need to be removed. Other than that, he's just got a large bruise on one eye and one side of his face is quite scratched up. It was quite obvious that he was punched and hit the ground. We'll have to run additional tests but there doesn't appear to be any severe head trauma. Judging by the scrapes on his arm, he managed to break some of the fall and prevented a serious head injury."
"Can we see him?" Joan asked.
"He's in recovery right now and they'll want to run a few tests on him when he starts to come 'round. As soon as he's awake, I'll let him know that you're here and I'll do my best to get you up there before they start wheelin' him around for tests."
"Thank you, doctor," Allen said.
"Don't thank me, thank God," the doctor said with a smile. Then he turned around and walked away.
Joan turned into her husband and he held her tightly, kissing the top of her head.
When Maureen Martello heard the knock at the door, she was polishing off her second Stoli Raz & 7. It was dulling the pain in her head and helping her to forget everything that had happened.
She walked over to the door and looked through the peephole to find a police officer looking at the door.
"Holy shit," she said as she set her drink down on the table in the hall. She quickly walked back over and swung it open. "Can I help you?"
"Mrs. Martello?"
"Yes?"
"I'm afraid I have some bad news regarding your husband."
"What did the crazy bastard do? Get himself into an accident."
"Actually, ma'am, your husband is dead."
"What?" she said with a flood of emotion. She couldn't believe what she had just heard. His proclamation of her husbands' death was enough to sober her up in an instant. "What do you mean he's dead?"
"He was shot, ma'am."
"What?" Despite the fact that he had just beaten her, she still loved him. She started to shake. "This can't be happening."
"He was attacking an innocent family and then pointed a gun at one of my fellow officers. She had no choice but to fire."
"You mean...it was one of you? One of you killed him?"
"Ma'am. As I said, we had no choice. He had a gun."
"I..," Maureen started to sob and the alcohol pulsing through her veins went straight to her head. "My Ronny." Her whole world started to fade to black as she passed out and was caught by the officer.