Naked Surfer

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The following story deals with explicit gay sex between men. If this type of material offends you, or you are under the age allowed by the state or region you reside in or you live in an area where this type of material is not legal, you must please leave and not go any further.

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The Naked Surfer

Chapter 21

by John Josept

Gerald sat at the table and gave his friends a puzzled look. He couldn't understand why they wanted to convince him he didn't kill Joe Dillon when he knew he did. Nick put his arm around his boyfriend's shoulder and reassured him.

"It's true Ger. There's no way you could have killed that guy," Nick said rubbing his boyfriend's back. Gerald looked down at his food and played with it with is fork.

"But I was there, you weren't. I know what I did," Gerald protested quietly. "Thanks for trying to make me feel good, guys, but I know I killed that guy."

"Gerald," Daniel said, he wanted to take it slow so it would sink into Gerald's head that he was not a killer, "Nick told us your account of what happened, but Gerald, I want you to tell me just what happened that night, in you own words. Let's here it again."

Gerald rolled his eyes like a teenager who was forced to so something he didn't want to do. He took a deep breath; he looked at Nick then at Chase and Daniel. He didn't want to relive it again. He didn't want to talk about it anymore.

"I hate this, I don't want to talk about it," Gerald said almost to the point of being angry. He stood up, but Nick grabbed his arm.

"Ger, it's important we talk about this,...please, for me?"

Gerald looked into his boyfriend's eyes. "Damn those green eyes of his," Gerald said to himself, then plopped back down, folded his arms in front of him, and turned his attention to Daniel and Chase, then started in on his account of what happened that night.

When Gerald got to the part where he was gang banged by Andreas and his five friends, Daniel stopped him.

"Ok, stop there for a second," Daniel said, "before these guys fucked you, did you have anything to drink or any kind of drugs."

"I think I smoked a joint or two and Andreas made me a couple drinks, maybe one or maybe two, I think. Not sure what they were though, maybe a rum drink and they was potent. I'm not that much of a drinker."

"How potent?" Chase asked.

"Well, I was pretty fucked up, what with the joint and whatever it was that Andreas made, I didn't know what I was doing. I did whatever they wanted. I felt like a robot," Gerald laughed, but no one else did.

"So, after you smoked those joints, then had the drinks you were fucked by six guys in a row?"

"Yeah I guess so. I remember it hurt like hell. They all came inside me, I think. I didn't get off though. I wasn't even hard through that shit. I remember my friend Ryan told me whenever I was doing something I didn't like with some guy that I should think of him. That always worked. It worked that night too, I think. Ryan was my best friend, my only friend on the streets. He was always good to me." He squeezed Nick's hand.

"Go ahead, continue with your story," Daniel prodded.

"Well, a short while after they got their rocks off, they all left except Joe Dillon; that's the guy I killed," Gerald said, almost casually.

"Ger," Nick interrupted, "tell us about this Joe Dillon. What was he like?"

"He seemed like a nice guy, an older guy, maybe in his mid-thirties, kinda wild and stuff, really into kinky shit, too."

"Ok, but what was he like physically, was he big or small or what?" Daniel asked.

"Hell, he was big. He wasn't very tall, but big muscles from his head to his toes. I mean, his chest was massive; he had no neck, just a head and shoulders. Big dick too. He was the third guy to fuck me and damn I sure felt it," Gerald laughed again.

"So he was a good size boy, all around," Chase added.

"Sure was," Gerald replied.

"Was Andreas, feeding you and Joe more of his special drinks and drugs?"

"I don't think Joe was drinking but Andreas made sure I drank. I do know we both smoked a couple more joints, before..." Gerald stopped.

"Ok, Joe was tied face down on the bed, right," Daniel proceeded. He saw how upset Gerald got when it came to the part of his story that concerned the murder.

"Yeah," Gerald said as he tried to pull himself together, "he wanted me to fuck him, but Andreas made me drink one more of his drinks."

"What about that last drink? Did you notice anything different about it?"

"Hmm, it had a strange taste, it was stronger like straight rusty rum."

"And you drank it all?"

"Yeah, even though at the bottom of the glass there was something gritty, like sand. Andreas made me finish it."

Daniel looked at Chase.

"Ok, then what?" Daniel continued with his questions.

"I don't remember much other than waking up on top of Joe with my dick in his ass. That's when I rolled off of him and..."

"...When you rolled off of him and Andreas came over and you saw Joe was dead, stiff as a board, you said. Then Andreas told you that you had killed him by holding his head in the pillow while you fucked him, right? And before he knew what was happening it was too late," Daniel had lost patience. He was angry, very angry with Andreas.

"Gerald, don't you see, there is no way you could have killed Joe? You were drugged, there was something in those drinks Andreas gave you and that bastard did it just to keep you there. That fuckhead killed someone so he could have something over your head, so you wouldn't leave, so you would be his slave!" Daniel said. He was very upset over this and what Andreas' sick mind did to his young friend.

"No I remember it like yesterday!" Gerald protested again.

"What do you remember, Gerald. What do you remember that Andreas didn't tell you that you did?" This time it was Nick who asked the question. Nick was angry as well.

"My dick was in his ass when I was holding down his head in the pillow. I remember that," Gerald said as he got more and more frustrated.

"Gerald do you even remember your dick being hard?" Chase asked. Gerald just looked at him and didn't reply because he couldn't remember. "You said when those guys all fucked you, you couldn't get a hard-on. Do you remember being hard at all that night?"

"I don't know, maybe not, but I had to be. I was out of it, I can't remember!"

"Ease up, guys," Daniel said as he saw the panic in Gerald's eyes.

Nick took a deep breath. "Ger, rigor mortis had already set in when you rolled off of him, that's why his body was stiff," Nick said. Daniel and Chase looked at him a bit astounded at his knowledge.

"I looked it up on the internet last night," Nick said as he noticed his friends' reaction.

"Cool," Chase said, "go on."

"It takes 2 to 3 hours for rigor mortis to occur," Nick continued, "and about 72 hours for the muscles to relax. If your dick was inside Joe's ass for 3 hours, there would be no way you could get it out without you feeling it, babe, feeling it bad. It would have hurt like hell. You just wouldn't roll off of him like you said you did."

"No this isn't right, I know I killed that man ... I think," Gerald said. He was still very confused. He wanted to believe his friends. He thought he knew what happened that night, but now found himself unsure of what he saw and what really happened.

"Gerald, if that guy was as big as you say he was," Chase added, "do you honestly think that a small guy like you would be able to fuck him and hold him down long enough so he would suffocate in a pillow? If his neck was as thick as you say, and even though his hands and feet were tied down, he would have been able to lift his head and scream out for help. Andreas said he didn't know what was going on, how could he not know! You didn't kill anybody, Gerald. That son-of-a-bitch, drugged you with those drinks and made you believe you killed that guy. Don't you see that?" Chase said.

"If my guess is right, Gerald," Daniel said, "Andreas had been drugging you until you passed out. He must have laid on top of Joe, maybe even fucked him, while holding his face down on the pillow until he was dead. Andreas is big enough to do that. Even if Joe was screaming, there was no one there to help him. That poor guy."

"If that's true, Andreas had Ger laying on Joe's dead body all that time until he came to, God, that's is so fucking sick," Nick said.

"This past year, has been a lie, an elaborate lie brought on by Andreas' sick need to dominate you. Oh, god, Gerald," Daniel said and reached over the table and touched his face, "I am sorry he put you through that."

Chase reached and grabbed Gerald's hand, "No one should have to go through that shit, bud," Chase said.

Nick, whose arm hadn't left Gerald's shoulder though all this, pulled his very confused boyfriend to him.

"See I told you it was going to be ok, that we would get through this, Ger. Do you see now, do you? You didn't kill anyone."

Gerald still was speechless. He tried hard to believe what his friends told him, but his mind said over and over that they were wrong and he did kill Joe.

"I don't know, I don't know," Gerald said as he stood up and held his head. "Could they be right? Maybe I didn't do it. God I don't know," Gerald said to himself.

Nick got up and held him in his arms.

"Why don't you take him into his room Nick. He needs to rest," Daniel said. Tears started to build up inside Daniel, but anger overcame his need to cry. Chase just sat there in disbelief that anyone would do something like that to another human being, let alone a nice kid like Gerald.

Chase sensed Daniel's anger and held him until he was able to gain control.

"You ok?" Chase asked his lover.

"Yeah, I am now."

"I need a shower. Come upstairs and shower with me. I want to make love to you," Chase said.

The two lovers got up from their chairs and went hand in hand up the stairs to their bedroom.

Back in Gerald's room, the two young boys were already naked as they lay together in the bed. Their bodies were as one. Holding and touching and kissing whenever and whereever they could.

"I love you Nicky. I can say it now, can't I? I don't have to run, I can stay and love you, can't I?" Gerald asked in between the kisses that Nick lavished on his face. He resolved himself to believe he was not a killer and that his friends were right, he couldn't have killed a guy as big as Joe.

"Then, you believe you're not a murderer."

"I been thinking about what you guys have being saying and it makes sense. Some things are starting to come back to me about that night, too."

"Like what?"

"I remember laying on Joe. I don't think he was breathing. I'm not sure if my dick was in him, but I remember Andreas sitting there smiling and staring at me. I couldn't say anything or do anything. My body just wouldn't move. He had to have known what happened."

"Well maybe little by little things would come back to you..."

Nick suddenly stopped, "When I think of last night and if you would have killed yourself, Ger ... Oh god. Don't ever do anything like that again, please babe."

"That was stupid of me, I know. It wouldn't have solved anything and it would have all been for nothing, cause I didn't do it. God I didn't do it, Nicky!"

"I love you, Ger," Nick panted, "let me fuck you, god I want to fuck you so bad."

"Yeah, yeah, fuck me, Nicky, I want to feel you inside me."

Nick lay on top of Gerald and their lips locked together with their tongues resting inside each other's mouths.

Gerald spread his legs and Nick maneuvered his dick so it would be at the entrance to Gerald anxious hole.

Nick reached over and opened the nigh table drawer and pulled out the bottle of lube. He knelt up and covered his very hard teenage cock with the slick liquid. He was so turned on he nearly cummed when he did this, but managed to control it. He looked down at his boyfriend's small but very cut body and ran his lube slicked hands over his chest and abs and onto his hard 8 inch dick.

"Fuck, you are so hot, Ger," Nick said as he stared at his handsome face.

Gerald looked up at Nick with love in his eyes. He was in love and he was loved. This was a good feeling and something he hadn't felt before.

"I love you Nicky. Fuck me now."

Nick grabbed Gerald's legs and pulled them up and over his boyfriend's head, lined up his rock hard pecker at Gerald's hole and put pressure until his dick pushed pasted Gerald ring and slid it all the way inside his lover's ass. Nick had to stop and catch his breath. His teenage hormones were running wild again and he was too turned on and was afraid he was going to cum way too soon.

"Oh god, Ger, you got me so horned up. Your ass feels good around my dick," Nick laughed.

"Take your time Nicky, you feel good inside me, too."

Nick then lay on top of his lover as Gerald held him tight. They kissed again and licked their tongues.

Nick began to move his hips up and down as his dick slid in and out of his boyfriend's ass. Instinctively he began to move faster and faster.

"Slow down Nicky," Gerald said as he rubbed Nick's butt cheeks.

Nick stopped his in and out motion, then supported himself over Gerald with his hands. A shiver of love swept over Nick as he looked as his handsome boyfriend and felt his dick in his ass. Gerald looked up into Nick green eyes and grinned from ear to ear.

Nick began his in and out motion again and Gerald grabbed onto his dick and began to beat himself off. Nick pounded so hard inside Gerald, that he could hear Nick's balls slap against the crack of his ass.

"Oh fuck me baby, fuck me harder."

"Ger, I can't hold it, I'm going to cum."

"Fuck yeah, cum baby," Gerald said as his balls let loose his own jizz and squirted out his pee slit and hit the headboard then his face and chest.

"Ah, Shit," Nick said as he saw Gerald's gusher then let loose his own orgasm into his lover bowels.

"Fuck, Ger, oh god," Nick said over and over until his load subsided. He then collapsed on top of Gerald to catch his breath. Gerald wrapped his arms around him.

Nick lifted his head, licked some of Gerald's cum from his face, and then kissed him with all the love and passion he had in him. He was glad this ordeal was over and they were able to convince Gerald he was not a killer. He held his lover tighter.

Upstairs, Chase and Daniel were standing naked in each other's arms, under the spray of the shower. They held on to each other as the warm water cascaded over their bodies. They kissed long and hard in an effort to forget the ugliness of the past couple of days. They began to get lost in each other's embrace. Daniel got down on his knees and swallowed his lover's rigid manhood while his hands ran over his hot chest and abs. He began to move his head in and out...when the doorbell rang.

"Fuck," Chase yelled.

"What time is it," Daniel said as he dropped Chase's cock from his mouth.

"Nearly 10 I think." The doorbell rang again.

"Shit, its Chelsea. Look you finish your shower, I'll go answer the door," Daniel said.

Chase grabbed his lover, "We could just say fuck it and not answer." A gleam sparkled in Chase's eye.

Daniel kissed him on the lips, "Wish we could, but we have to find out what's going on with this Henry crap. We will continue this after she leaves, I promise."

"Daniel, I want to fuck you so bad," Chase said longingly.

"Anything you want babe," Daniel said, "my ass is yours." He then kissed his lover, again, and smiled.

Daniel got out of the shower and quickly dried his body then put on a pair of shorts and ran down the stairs to open the door.

"Hi Chelsea," Daniel said as he opened the door.

"Hi, Daniel, sorry if I got you guys out of bed," Chelsea said. Her eyes were red and swollen. She was in an obvious state of depression. She kissed him on each cheek.

"No, we been up for a while. Chelsea, are you ok?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"Would you like a cup of coffee?"

"Oh god yes," she said. It was apparent that she had been crying.

Daniel came in with a cup of coffee, just as Chase came down the stairs.

"Hi Chelsea," Chase said as he approached her and gave her a kiss on each cheek.

"I poured you a cup of coffee in the kitchen babe," Daniel said as Chase headed for his third up of the morning. He noticed how Chelsea looked and became concerned.

He came back into the living room and sat down in Daniel's recliner. There was silence for a bit.

"Chelsea, have you heard from Henry?" Daniel said. He hoped he didn't open any wounds with her or Chase.

"Yes, I got an email from him this morning," Chelsea sighed.

"Oh, an email? That's odd." Daniel said. Chase just stared straight ahead.

"He said he was leaving and would never come back. He was too embarrassed for what he did to Chase and he was embarrassed he broke his promise to me. He could never face us again ... An email! He didn't even have the nerve to pick up the phone and dump me. He did it through a damn email!"

Chase wanted to cheer, but he knew Chelsea loved the guy, but for what reason he couldn't figure out.

"What a spineless bastard," Daniel said.

"Well I guess it's for the best. He was costing me too much money anyway," Chelsea tried to reason, but neither Daniel nor Chase bought her brave stance.

"Let's get down to business," she said.

"Chelsea, we don't have to do this right now. It can wait until you feel better," Daniel said.

"Oh hell no, there's way too much to be done to worry about that S-O-B," Chelsea said as she tried desperately to put on a brave front. For the past 10 years, she had given herself to Henry. The last few years things had deteriorated between them, now this. She knew a break up was inevitable, but it still hit her hard. She couldn't understand why he sent an email instead of a face-to-face confrontation. It wasn't like Henry. How could she know that Henry was dead and that the email was sent by Andreas to cover up Henry's sudden "disappearance"? Besides, she had no idea there was a connection between Henry and Andreas. No one did for that matter.

Chase and Daniel looked at each other as if to say maybe this is for the best.

"First off how you coming with pictures for the book? I met with a publisher and would like your proofs soon and to discuss the layout."

"Already? I'm still taking more pictures. I have something special that I want to add. Right Daniel?" Chase said. He still planned to shave Daniel's body.

"Yeah, I guess so." Daniel still wasn't sure about Chase's idea.

"Do you think you can have it ready by the end of October? They want to publish it for the Christmas gift giving season."

Chase and Daniel looked at each other with grins on their faces.

"Yeah, I think we can do that." Daniel took a deep breath and hoped hat would all turn out right.

"Oh, I have a money for you," Chelsea said. She started off slow, but when she got down to business, she seemed to come alive again.

"Actually, what I am doing is forming you two into a corporation. We'll have to come up with a name for it. This way there is a tax advantage. See I'm looking out for my boys already," she said with a smile.

"We never doubted you, Chelsea," Chase said.

"I put a check for 50 thousand dollars into the corporation and leave you two with another 15 thousand in your personal account, for living and other expenses. You will need a new van and a new car, but that will be charged off to the corporation."

Daniel and Chase looked at each other with their mouths open. Chase's lips silently mouthed the words, "Fifty Thousand Dollars," to Daniel then grinned from ear to ear.

"Oh, I found this great contractor; I want you to meet him, he's marvelous, and quite the hunk too. I think he will give you boys what you want at a great price. We'll meet with him tomorrow at the site about 4 PM. He has some plans for us.

"Oh I have some bad news for you Chase. Abercrombie and Fitch is not looking for any new photographers. Seems Bruce Weber has that locked up for ... well, forever. Chase gave an expression that told Daniel "Oh Well".

"But, don't despair I have something maybe better. A new company that deals with clothes for the young adult like A&F, but they also include the early thirty's crowd. They figure life doesn't end at 25. It's a new concept, going after a new demographic. They're very interested in your style and want you to do their next campaign. They will supply the location; I hear it's someplace exotic. They will supply a crew, with the exception of your personal assistant and the rest of your staff. Oh and you will need to hire the models. I'll have more details later as I get them."

"I have rented a studio until yours is completed. It not far from here, so you can use that studio until yours is ready. I will leave the equipment up to you.

"Shit, you mean I will be in charge of it all?"

"Yeah, that's about right. They will give you the general idea of what they want, then their ad people will give you their campaign and it will be up to you to put it together."

"Fuck" Chase said with a huge grin on his face. "I don't know too much about this kind of crap."

"That's ok hon, I do, and I will be by your side all the way. I think you can handle it, besides that's down the road a bit. I have some other smaller projects in the works that you could get your feet wet, so to speak. You will be starting to work very soon, young man," Chelsea said. Outwardly she seemed to put the Henry thing behind her, inside she was a mess.

"Damn, babe," Daniel said has he got off his chair and jumped in Chase's lap and kissed him all over his face, "This is incredible news! More than we ever hoped for. You're on your way for sure baby."

"Oh, don't go giving Chase all the praise my friend," Chelsea said, "I have news for you too."

"Oh?"

"Have you heard of Cesar Pelli?"

"The architect?"

"None other. Seems he wants you to submit a design for a sculpture garden for the new red glass building of the Pacific Design Center in West Hollywood, using only your sculptures, of course, in a water feature he's designing. What do you say, would you want to meet with him?"

"Would I! Hell yeah!" Daniel yelled. They jumped up and high five'd each other and hugged.

"Yeah," they both yelled at the top of their voices.

"Well, I will arrange everything," Chelsea said overjoyed at the boys reaction to her good news.

Gerald and Nick heard Chase and Daniel's yells and ran out of their bedroom to investigate. Fortunately, they had their shorts on.

"What happened," Gerald said, "is everything ok?" They stopped in their tracks when they saw Chelsea.

"Oh, hi Chelsea," Gerald said.

"Hi Gerald, how are you."

"Doing really great, this is my boyfriend Nick."

"Hi Nick,"

"Hi," Nick replied. He felt a little odd. This was the first time he was introduced as Gerald's boyfriend to someone who was straight. He felt he was officially Gay now.

Chase ran to Gerald, picked him up, and spun him around, just as Daniel grabbed Nick and did the same thing to him.

"What the hell," Nick said with a big grin.

Chase and Daniel put both young men down as they all collapsed on the sofa.

"What's goin on?" Gerald asked again.

"Gerald," Chase said, "you were that asshole Andreas' assistant right? You worked a lot with his photography, too, right?"

"Yeah?"

"Well you have a job, you are now my assistant," Chase laughed, "see I have the first of my 'staff'. Meet my Personal Assistant."

Daniel noticed Gerald's confused expression.

"We'll explain the whole thing to you in a bit, as soon as we catch our breath," Daniel said. He couldn't believe he would be working with the great Cesar Pelli.

"Well, boys, I am glad you are happy, with my news. Oh here," she said as she dug into her purse, "this is your check book and your credits and debit cards for your accounts."

Daniel and Chase went up to her and took the cards and the checkbook, then gave her a big hug. "We're sorry about Henry," they both said.

"Oh hell with that jackass. Life goes on you know, but thank you boys, I really appreciate it." Chelsea had her work to drown her sorrows in and somehow that made her seem happy.

"Boys, I have to get on my way. More things to do. Remember tomorrow around 4 we will meet with the contractor at the studio, ok?"

"Yeah, sure," Chase said. "Hey, personal assistant, write all this down and see if it will fit in my schedule. I'm a busy man you know," Chase exaggerated, then laughed out loud.

"Yes, sir, boss man," Gerald chided, but got up and he wrote it down on the calendar in the kitchen anyway.

"Bye, Gerald, bye Nick, see you both soon," Chelsea said as she went up to them and kissed the two young teens on each cheek. She did the same to Chase and Daniel.

"I love you guys, you know that," she said with all sincerity.

"We love you too, Chelsea." They hugged one more time before she got into her van and started it up. "Oh and don't forget you will be showing at my gallery next month too."

"Assistant!" Chase yelled, "yes boss, got it written down." They all laughed as Chelsea shook her head and drove away.

They went into the house and they all sat down in the living room.

"Wow, a lot has happened this morning and it not even noon!" Gerald said.

"Yeah, Chelsea didn't let us down. Every time she comes over she has unbelievable news for us. Even though that asshole Henry dumped her, she keeps on going," Daniel said. His head was still reeling.

"I'm glad things are working out for you guys," Gerald said, "so what's the story?"

"More that even we imagined, Gerald," Daniel said, then gave him and Nick a condensed version of what had come down.

"Wow," Nick said, "that's so cool. You guys are going to be famous."

"Uhmmm, is it still ok for me to stay around for a while, now that I don't have to leave. I mean if its ok with you guys."

"Gerald, this is your home for as long as you want to stay," Daniel said.

"Thanks," Gerald said with a big smile.

"And I was serious about that job offer," Chase said.

"Cool, I would love that," Gerald said, "I'm pretty organized guy, you'll see."

"Great. Now, Daniel," Chase said as he turned his attention to his lover, "I don't think you got to take your shower this morning. Don't you think it time you did?"

"Well, I think I could use a good shower right now, been a hot and sweaty morning," Daniel said as he stared at his lover and rubbed his bare chest.

They both got up and headed for the stairs.

"Oh," Gerald said, "is it ok if I ask my friend Cole Bennett to come over and meet you guys?"

"Yeah, sure, but not today or tomorrow," Daniel said as he stared into Chase's blue eyes.

"Cool," I'll give him a call.

Neither Chase nor Daniel commented as they walked up the stairs to the bedroom.

"They're going up there to fuck, I bet," Nick said.

"Duh," Gerald mocked, "what gave you that idea?"

"They both had hard-on's," the two boys began to laugh. Then Nick got serious.

"This Cole guy, he's the one that, well you know," Nick said shyly.

"Yeah, he's the one I tricked him into fucking me. He's a great guy though, I think you will like him."

"Well, I don't know. I hope you don't mind if I don't like him," Nick said.

"Ok Nicky. Come on let's call him." Nick blushed at his show of jealousy and Gerald laughed as they went to his room to get his wallet on the dresser.

When Gerald grabbed it he found it was still wet from his late night "swim". He searched through the wet papers and found the number. Fortunately, the number was still readable.

"Damn, all my money is wet," Gerald said as he took out the wad of cash and spread it over the dresser to dry.

"Is that all the money you made from guys fucking you?"

"Well, some is from me sucking them," Gerald laughed.

Nick had a strange look on his face, then took a deep breath. He loved Gerald and he decided not to dwell too much on his past career.

"You ok, Nicky," Gerald asked.

"Yeah, I'm great Ger. Call your friend."

Gerald looked at Nick and kissed him.

"Hey, was my phone in your pocket last night?" Nick asked.

Gerald looked at Nick, grimaced, and opened on of his dresser drawers and took out Nick's waterlogged Razr.

"Yeah, sorry. I owe you a phone," Gerald said. He felt bad for all the trouble he caused by his stupid attempt at taking his own life.

"Donnie going to throw a shit fit, but I will just tell him I lost it."

"Hey, I can buy it. I'm the one who fucked it up. Besides I have a real job now."

"That's ok, it will be easier to explain that I lost it, than it was in my boyfriend's pocket when he tried to kill himself by jumping into the ocean."

They looked at each other and began to laugh as they walked out of the bedroom.

Gerald didn't say anything he just picked up the phone in the living room and sat on the couch. He pushed the buttons to Cole's cel phone as Nick sat down next to him and wrapped himself around him.

"Hello," the voice said on the other end.

"Cole, its me Gerald." Nick put his ear close to the phone so he could here, too.

"Hey, Hey, kid. How ya doing?"

"Ok now, I guess. How about you?"

"What do you mean 'Ok, Now'." Cole said, "What's wrong Gerald, are you really ok?" Cole started to sound fatherly again.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Do you think you can come over Thursday? Chase and Daniel would like to meet you and I want you to meet someone special too." Gerald squeezed Nick's thigh.

"Someone special? Sounds serious. I have an appointment about 11, though."

"Can't you cancel it?" Gerald pushed.

"For you kid, sure. I will see you the day after tomorrow, about 11. Maybe I will take you and your someone special out for lunch."

"Great, thanks Cole. Can't wait to see you."

"Are those guys treating you ok? You sound strange."

"They're great Cole. They treat me like family. I have a home here."

"Ok, then see you Thursday."

They said their goodbyes and hung up the phone. Gerald took Nick in his arms and kissed him.

"You ok?"

Nick didn't say anything at first, but Gerald knew what was on his mind.

"Nicky, you cant be jealous because I had sex with other guys before we met. Remember what I used to do. You would have to have a lot of people to be jealous of," Gerald said with a smile, but poor Nick had a difficult time with it.

"Do you still love me, Nicky?" Gerald asked with concern.

"Yeah, of course. I'll get over it. Come on, I want to suck you dick," Nick said with a smile as he tried desperately to not let Gerald's past come in the way of their happiness.

Upstairs, Chase and Daniel stood naked next to the bed, locked in an embrace with their lips attached to each other.

"Fuck me Chase. Fuck me hard and let it last a long time."

They sat down on the bed, still in an embrace. They leaned back on the bed and maneuvered themselves to where Chase was on top of Daniel. Chase kissed his lover deep and hard, then wrapped his arms around his head, while Daniel's legs enveloped around Chase's buttock. Daniel thrust his hips into Chase and their dicks rubbed against each other and stimulated their libido.

They came up for air

"Oh fuck, Daniel, I love you so much."

"Oh god Chase," is all Daniel could say before Chase plunged his tongue back down Daniel's throat. Their saliva mixed together and dribbled down Daniel's cheeks and chin.

Chase gasped for air, then rapidly licked his way down Daniel's body tasting his chest and nipples and abs and stopped at his pubic hairs and took in a deep breath. Daniel's hard cock pulsed next to Chase's cheek as if it begged for Chase to take it between his lips. Chase turned his heard and licked his way up the hard shaft, and swallowed it to the base. Again, he breathed in the scent of Daniel's bush.

"Oh fuck, Chase, god, you do that so fucking... ok god," Daniel couldn't make a coherent sentence. He was caught up in the pleasure of his lover's mouth on his manhood.

Chase pumped up and down real fast on Daniel dick then dropped it from his mouth and moved up to his lips again and pushed his tongue into Daniel's mouth. Daniel's legs wrapped around Chase again, while his hand explored every inch of his back.

"Fuck me, Chase, fuck me now," Daniel demanded. "Let me feel you inside me, baby. God I need you, Chase." Daniel was overcome with lust for his lover. He didn't have to ask again.

Chase knelt up between Daniel's legs. He dick strained at the skin and leaked precum in a steady stream. He was as turned on as Daniel, perhaps more. He reached into the night table, took a bottle of lube, and coated his steel hard rod with the liquid. The residue he put in Daniel's rosebud. Chase pushed Daniel's legs in the air, lined his dick with Daniel pucker, and pushed in. Daniel opened up immediately for him and Chase moved all the way inside his partner.

Daniel breathed in deeply. Love how it felt to have Chase's dick all the way inside him. He felt alive, he felt loved, he felt so very turned on.

Chase started to pump his hips, slowly at first then gradually increased his speed. His pounding made a loud slapping sound, while at the same time his dick rubbed Daniel's prostate. This combination fueled Daniel's passion.

"Oh God, baby, I love you," Chase said while he hammered his lover's ass.

"Harder, Chase, Harder," Daniel yelled out. Chase's dick continued to rub Daniel's prostate. Daniel felt like he was about to shoot his load.

"Slow down baby, I don't want to cum yet. Don't pull out just slow down," Daniel ordered.

Chase slowed his assault. His body glistened with sweat. Chase looked down at his lover's body.

"Fuck Daniel, you're so hot. Everything about you is hot and sexy, baby."

Daniel smiled at his lover as he loomed over him. He took his hand and rubbed it over his smooth sweaty chest and abs. He reached up and wrapped his hands round the back of Chase's neck and pulled him down to him and kissed him hard, with love and passion. He moved his head back and forth to make sure his tongue covered every inch inside Chase's mouth. Chase's dick still lay firmly inside Daniel sensitive hole. Their kiss lasted a while and Chase's hips slowly resumed its in and out motion.

"I want this to last forever, Chase. I love you."

"I love too Daniel, and it will last forever. I am here whenever you want me," Chase vowed.

"I know Chase, god I know," Daniel was lost in his partner's light blue eyes.

Chase knelt back up and grabbed Daniel by the hips, and pulled him closer to him so his dick would go deeper inside.

"Oh fuck," Daniel said as he felt his lover penetrate more than he ever did inside his bowels, "oh man, it feels so good Chase, you drive me crazy you know."

Chase began to move in and out again and grabbed onto Daniel's very rigid cock and began to jack him.

"Daniel you going to let me cum now?" Chase asked with a smile as the sweat still dipped down his body, "cause I'm going to make you cum now."

"Go for it, babe," Daniel said. He knew they both could not hold out much longer. Besides he wanted to feel Chase's spunk cool down his hot ass.

Faster and faster Chase pounded Daniel, while he gripped tight on his lover's cock.

"Fuck," Daniel yelled. The feeling of his lover fucking his ass and jacking his dick at the same time overpowered him. Daniel tried in vain to express how he felt, but the words couldn't come out right, so he just groaned with delight.

"Oh, god, oh, oh, god," Daniel groaned over and over.

Chase's sweaty body, glimmered in the noonday sunlight that poured into the bedroom. Daniel reached up again and ran his hands over Chase's chest.

"Oh God, Daniel, I'm going to cum!" Chase yelled as his first volley of spunk blasted its way into Daniel's hole. "Ahhhh," Chase yelled out again, just as Daniel screamed out.

"Fuck!" Daniel's strong orgasm began and shot out his pee hole and hit him on the forehead. Chase beat Daniel's dick faster and aimed it toward his face again. Daniel opened his mouth and the second shot landed right on his tongue. He swallowed his spunk as Chase continued to explode inside him.

"Ahhh, god, Daniel," Chase cried out.

"Oh, oh, oh, fuck," Daniel said as his orgasm slowed down and his jizz trickled down over Chase's hand.

Chase's cum finally subsided. He overloaded his lover's ass again and a good deal of his spunk leaked out onto the bed sheets. Daniel's chest and stomach were covered in his own thick white cream.

Chase breathed hard as his dick slid from Daniel's rosebud. Daniel grabbed him and brought him down on top of him. They kissed hard, but with a gentleness that lovers do in the afterglow of their lovemaking.

Chase tried to roll off Daniel, but Daniel held him tight.

"Don't roll off. I like you on top of me. I love to feel your body on mine."

Chase didn't argue, he loved to lay on his lover and snuggled in. Neither one cared about the cum on their bodies. They just loved holding each other. No words were needed.

Down at the bottom of the stairs, Nick and Gerald lay exhausted. Cum covered both their upper bodies as they masturbated while they listened to Daniel and Chase having sex.

"See, I told you it was hot," Gerald whispered as he and Nick ran to their bedroom to clean themselves and fell on the bed in fits of laughter.

Charlie sat anxiously in his living room as he waited for Michael to arrive. He felt the drugs and alcohol were out of his system; but the desire for more was still there, ready to let its presents be known at any given moment. He fought off the strong urge. He still hadn't realized just how hooked he was.

He decided to confront Michael about Kevin's death. He had it all planned in his mind what he would say to Michael. He would talk with him before they went next door for dinner, so they would have it out of the way and be able to enjoy themselves.

He looked at his watch; it was a few minutes after six. Michael was late as usual. He heard a commotion outside his door and a key turn at the lock, then Michael opened the front door with Chase and Daniel right behind him.

"Hi babe," Michael said, "I used the key you gave me last week for the first time and look who followed me up the stairs."

Charlie was glad to see Michael and his friends but that meant he wouldn't be able to talk with him before dinner.

"If only I could do a couple lines right now or smoke a joint," Charlie said to himself.

He went up to Michael, put his arms around him, and kissed him.

"Hi, babe," Charlie said.

"Hi, you doing ok?" Michael asked.

"Yeah, ok now."

Charlie then put his arms around Daniel then Chase.

"You still look fucking stoned," Chase whispered in his ear. No one heard him but Charlie, who gave Chase a dirty look and nodded, no.

"Come on, we better get next door," Charlie urged, as he guided his friends out the door.

Daniel and Chase went out first, but Michael took Charlie in his arms.

"Charlie, after dinner, I would like to have a talk, ok?" Michael had decided to tell Charlie all about Kevin's death.

"Yeah, I would like that," Charlie said with a smile. They kissed each other, then left the apartment, and headed next door to Devin and Shelby's.

Chase had already knocked on the door. Devin opened it just as Michael and Charlie got there.

"Hey, there you are. Come on in," Devin said to his friends. They all greeted each other with a few laughs as they walked in. The aroma of a home cooked dinner filled the apartment.

"Michael glad you could make it," Devin said

"Thanks for inviting me," Michael replied. Just then Shelby walked into the room.

"Shelby. I don't think you've met Michael," Devin said as he introduced them. "The rest of these slobs you've known forever." Everyone laughed.

"Dinner is almost ready," Devin said, "but first we have a toast. So Shelby, if you will get the glasses, I will get the champagne."

"Champagne, Dev?" Chase questioned, "hmm must be big news for you to spring for dinner and champagne. What'd you do win the lottery?" Everyone laughed again as the glasses were past around and Devin popped the cork of the sparkling wine and glasses were all filled. Devin stood next to Shelby and put his arm around her.

"Chase and Charlie, I've known you two for years. Daniel, you are part of the family since you hooked up with this crazy guy next to you. And Michael, I guess you are going to be part of the family too."

Charlie gave Devin a startled look.

"Oh, don't look so surprised Charlie. Shelby and I have known that you were gay long before Chase came out."

"You know, Charlie, these walls are very thin and you two can be pretty loud," Shelby joked. Chase and Daniel looked at each other and began to laugh.

"What I am trying to say Michael, is welcome to the family," Devin said.

"Well, thanks much for allowing me in. And I will take good care of Charlie," Michael said.

Charlie just looked down and said, "I thought I was hiding it pretty good."

"Now you don't have to," Michael said and he put his arm around his lover and kissed him on the cheek.

Charlie looked at Michael and smiled.

Devin continued, "Ok, here we go," Devin seemed nervous. "You know that Shelby and I have been living together for 8 years."

"9 year," Shelby corrected.

"Yeah, that's what I said, 9 years," Devin continue, "anyway,... I asked Shelby to marry me and she accepted. Cheers." Devin said as he raised his glass to drink.

There was silence for a few seconds. Everyone was stunned by this announcement, then they all gave a big cheer as they took a drink of their sparkling wine. Michael noticed that Shelby did not drink the wine, but had a glass of coke.

"Is there more that you have to announce?" Michael asked.

"Well, leave it to the doctor to notice," Shelby replied.

"We have another announcement," Devin said, "Shelby, its your turn."

"Well, guys," she began, then touched her stomach, "I'm pregnant."

This got a louder cheer from everyone as they hugged Shelby and patted Devin on the back.

When everyone calmed down, Devin led them to the kitchen table where they sat down and Shelby began to serve them dinner of Pot Roast with roasted potatoes and carrots.

They were well into the meal, when Devin spoke up again.

"Chase, Charlie, you know I don't have any blood family," Devin started, "you're like the kid brothers I never had. We've helped each other in an out of lots of good times and bad.

I had to make a decision, and since I couldn't decide, I would like to ask you both to be my Best Man at our wedding."

"Damn," Charlie said, "Yeah, I don't know about Chase, but I will do it."

"Hell, if he does it, then I will do it too," Chase said.

"Great," Devin and Shelby said at the same time. They lift their glasses and toasted again.

The rest of the dinner went along smooth. They all talked and laughed, and made Michael feel welcome as the new member of the family and treated Daniel like an old member in good standing. Daniel and Chase told everyone about their good news, which took everyone by surprise.

All through the evening, Michael gave Charlie a look that said, "I can't wait to get you alone and fuck your brains out."

Charlie on the other hand wanted to be alone with Michael to hear what he had to tell him. He hoped it was about Kevin's death. He also felt he had his urge for drugs under control. That would soon be tested.

By 10 PM both Charlie and Michael were in need to hold each other. But it was Daniel and Chase who got up first.

"We got a busy day tomorrow," Chase said, "we better go babe."

"Yeah, you're right."

"We had better go too, Charlie," Michael said and Charlie grinned.

Everyone headed for the door, but first hugged and congratulated Devin and Shelby and thanked them for the great dinner.

When they got out the door Michael and Charlie, hugged and kissed Daniel and Chase goodbye, then went into Charlie's apartment.

Michael shut the door then pinned Charlie to the wall and kissed him wildly.

"Fuck, I been waiting to do this all day," Michael panted then darted his tongue down Charlie throat. He ran his hands under Charlie's shirt and probed his entire upper body. Charlie, in turn, opened up Michael's shirt and let it fall to the ground, then tweaked his nipples. Their tongues continued to explore inside their mouths while their moans of pleasure filled the room.

Michael's hands moved to Charlie's jeans, unbuttoned them, and pulled them down and off of him. He then gulped down Charlie huge hard cock.

"Oh fuck," Charlie whispered as Michael deep throated his dick. Charlie continued to moan as Michael began his in and out movement. Michael stopped sucking and released Charlie's saliva coated dick, but gripped it with his hand and began to jack it. His tongue moved from the tip of Charlie cock head down to his low hanging balls. Michael took one in his mouth and pulled on it with his lips.

"Oh god, Michael, I love that," Charlie gasped. Michael knew Charlie loved his balls played with and continued to fondle them with his mouth. Michael dropped Charlie testicles from his mouth, then turned Charlie around, spread his ass cheeks, and buried his tongue deep in his rosebud.

"Oh Michael, yeah,...lick my ass... oh god."

Charlie was completely caught up in what Michael did to him. He loved to be Michael's total object of sex. Just him and Michael, with Michael as the one who would do all the work on his body. Charlie's moans got louder as Michael's tongue burrowed deep inside his hole.

He pulled his mouth away, wiped his lips with the back of his hand, turned Charlie around, then wrapped his lips around his big cock, and swallowed it to the base. Michael's hands latched onto Charlie butt cheeks and held each cheek in his strong hands, then began to move Charlie's hips in and out. Charlie grabbed onto Michael's head and started to fuck his face.

Michael moved his hand around his lover's ass and with his one index finger, poked it into Charlie's tight hole that was still wet from his salvia.

"Oh goddamn," Charlie said. He didn't see that coming, but the sensation was unbelievable. Michael moved his finger in and out of Charlie's ass as Charlie pumped Michael's face.

Michael groaned; he wanted to fuck Charlie, but figured he would let Charlie shoot his load then take him into the bedroom.

"Oh shit, Michael you got me real close babe. God I love you." Charlie wanted Michael dick up his ass, and hoped Michael had the same idea.

"Oh fuck Michael, I don't think I can hold out much longer," Charlie panted as he felt his ball retract because a load of cum was on its way.

Michael picked up speed on Charlie's cock. He could taste his precum but wanted to taste his sweet elixir and feel it slide down his throat. He didn't have to wait much longer for that.

"Oh Michael, I'm cumming," Charlie blurted out as his jizz shot down his lover's throat. Over and over, Charlie unloaded his sperm inside Michael's mouth. Michael moved his hands under Charlie's T-shirt and pinched his nipples as he swallowed as fast as he could until he was sure Charlie was spent.

Michael looked up at Charlie. Some of his spunk dripped from his lips.

"I want to fuck you now, Charlie," Michael said with a sense of urgency. He didn't wait to catch his breath.

"Oh yeah," Charlie said as he grabbed Michael in his arms, licked the cum from his lips and kissed him hard while they made their way to the bedroom.

Then, Michael's pager went off.

"Fuck!" Charlie yelled angrily.

"Damn," Michael said as he grabbed his pager. "It's an emergency. Charlie, I have to go."

"Yeah, sure," Charlie said very upset, perhaps more than he should be, because his body began to crave drugs and he counted on Michael to distract him, but Michael was about to leave.

"Charlie, I'm sorry, I will make it up to you."

"Yeah, right. What about the big talk we were going to have," Charlie said sarcastically and lay down on the bed with his legs over the side.

"It will have to wait, babe."

"How convenient."

"What do you mean by that," Michael said, a bit irritated at Charlie's childish behavior.

"Nothing Michael, just fucking go."

Michael got dressed. He never took his eyes off Charlie who lay on the bed with just his T-Shirt and his arm across his face. He didn't want to leave. He wanted to take Charlie in his arms and hold him and never let him go. His love for Charlie was very strong, but he knew he had to leave for his emergency, he was a doctor, and that was his duty.

"Charlie, you know, I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you I swear, but I have to do things like this. You will have to accept that babe."

"Yeah, fuck Charlie. He don't matter."

"You know that's not true."

"Just go, Michael."

Michael walked up to Charlie, leaned over him, ran his hand under Charlie's T-Shirt, rubbed his chest, and kissed him. Charlie didn't move. Michael stood up and walked out of the apartment.

"Fuck!" Charlie yelled. He wasn't sure if he was pissed at Michael or himself, for the way he talked to him. All he knew was, he needed to get high and there was no Michael to take his mind off it. He walked into the kitchen and got a fresh bottle of Jack Daniels, opened it and took a long drink, then put it back into the kitchen cabinet.

He then went to living room, got out his drugs, and snorted four lines of coke, one right after the other. That's when the doorbell rang. Charlie threw his drugs in the drawer, in case it was Michael who rang, but it wasn't.

"What do you do, sit outside my apartment, and wait until everyone leaves then you come over?" Charlie said when he opened the door and saw Steven Marks who stood there with a large paper sack in his hands. This annoyed Charlie, he wanted to be alone and get high with no one around.

"Hmm, well, I'll never tell," Steven said in his particular campy way. "Since you loved it so much last night, I thought I would bring us more crack." He pulled out a large baggie from the sack he carried. Charlie's eyes bugged out.

"Come in Steven," Charlie said. Steven looked down and saw that Charlie only wore a T-Shirt and fondled his dick as he passed him.

Charlie knew he shouldn't do this but his desire for drugs had become stronger that ever. He was hooked, but wouldn't admit it, especially to himself. He would rationalize by saying, "I could quit if I wanted to." But in reality, Charlie's drug habit was out of control."

"I have other goodies for us too," Steven said and he put his hand in the sake and took out two bottle of Jack Daniels.

Charlie immediately opened the bottle of whiskey and took a big drink. He took a deep breath then took another drink.

This was the start of his downward spiral.

Michael got to the hospital for his emergency feeling very angry. He was angry at the hospital that called him; angry with Charlie for being such a child about it, but most of all, angry with himself for being so angry with Charlie.

The emergency room seemed to be a picture of organized chaos. The family of his patient saw him arrive and went up to him. Michael immediately turned into doctor mode and put his personal problems aside for the time being.

The two hours it took for Michael to finish the emergency, went by fast. His patient managed to get past her crisis and was sent home. The Emergency Room was much quieter now and things seemed to calm down. Michael was tired, but didn't feel the anger anymore. All he wanted to do was hold Charlie in his arms and tell him he loved him and that he was sorry he had to leave so fast.

Michael was ready to leave the Emergency Room, when one of the Orderlies past him with a cart full of flowers.

"Night Dr. Joiner," the Orderly said.

"Goodnight Tom. Hey what you doing with those flowers?"

"Someone rich lady left all these behind, said she didn't want them. I was going to put them in other rooms that didn't have flowers."

"Good idea. Oh wait," Michael said, as he grabbed a bunch of fresh yellow roses, "I think I am in need of these, Tom, hope you don't mind."

"Not at all Dr. Joiner, help yourself," Tom said eagerly. Michael was well liked by all the hospital staff. From the orderlies to the nurses, they all had a high opinion of Michael, both professionally and personally. He treated them with respect and never treated them in any way but the professionals they were.

Michael had decided to surprise Charlie. He would go back to his apartment, crawl in bed with him, and give him his roses. Michael smiled at himself as he headed for his car.

At the same time, Charlie sat naked on his sofa as he finished off the last of his bottle Jack Daniels. Steven tried desperately to suck on Charlie's dick. It just wouldn't get hard.

"I don't think it wants to work," Charlie slurred with a laugh, he was both drunk and very stoned on cocaine and crack.

"Crack is supposed to make you horny," Steven said with his nasally voice, "You need more drugs," he then got out his pipe and some crystal meth and he and Charlie smoked it.

Charlie's mind was out in left field. He could hardly move. The drugs and alcohol made him feel good, a false feeling at best, but Charlie didn't care. He was numb and that's how he wanted it. He moved his head and the room started to spin.

He looked down as Steven tried to get him hard again, but his erection just did not want to happen.

"Well, I have something that I have been saving for you that I know will get you hard," Steven said. He got up, went to his jacket, took out another baggie, and showed it to Charlie.

"Fuck, is that speedballs?" Charlie asked as he reached over for Steven's bottle of whiskey and took another drink.

"You sure know your drugs, Charlie," Steven said. Charlie loved that stuff, but speedballs are a dangerous combination of cocaine and heroin and because of its very high price he seldom got to indulge.

He smiled as Steven prepared the drug.

A short while later, Charlie sat there higher than ever and completely oblivious to his surroundings. The speedballs put his mind in a fog, so he took another large gulp of Jack Daniels in hopes that would clear it up.

"More coke," Steven said as he began to cut several more line on the top of Charlie's glass coffee table. Charlie leaned over and snorted a couple but fell back into the couch again.

"Wow, damn," Charlie said. He had never been this stoned before, not that he remembered, but at this stage he couldn't remember too much.

"Come on Charlie, you can do more," Steven prodded. Charlie leaned over and did one more line.

"No more, right now," Charlie puffed. He had a hard time breathing.

Steven got down on his knees and put Charlie's soft dick in his mouth and tried again to make Charlie erect. Charlie didn't even feel Steven's mouth around his cock. He looked down at Steven hairy, out of shape body.

"What the fuck you doing?" Charlie mumbled.

"Trying to suck your dick, damm it," Steven said. He was not as stoned and Charlie could function better. He fed Charlie most of the drugs and didn't indulge very much. "I know, poppers, that's what you need."

Steven got up and went to his bag and took out a new bottle of amyl nitrate, ripped the seal off with his teeth and opened the top.

"Here, take some of this," Steven said as he put the bottle of poppers to Charlie's left nostril while he sealed off his right one. Charlie inhaled deeply. Then Steven switched nostrils. He then did the same for himself.

"Oh fuck," Charlie said as he felt his heart race at an incredibly dangerous speed. His senses were all heightened and he felt his dick get hard. He looked down and saw Steven had his monster cock in his mouth. Steven stopped long enough to hand the open bottle of poppers to Charlie.

"More, Charlie," Steven said then put his cock in his mouth again. Charlie could barely grab onto the bottle and spilled some on his stomach; then brought it to his nose and more spilled on his chest. The caustic liquid started to burn, but Charlie didn't feel anything. He was numb all over, except his dick. Steven sucked furiously as he felt Charlie get harder in his mouth.

"Oh Fuck," Charlie whispered, then put his head back and closed his eyes. Charlie was floating on a cloud and all the problems and cares had disappeared, at least for the next few minutes.

Michael pulled up in front of Charlie's apartment. All was quite outside. He grabbed the flowers he confiscated, got out of his car, and quickly ran up the stairs. He figured Charlie would be asleep. He would walk in, take off his clothes, and go into the bedroom wake his lover, give him his flowers, ask for forgiveness, then make love to him.

He took out his key, put it into the lock, and slowly opened the door.

To be continued