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.

This is a work of fiction meant for private enjoyment and in a fictitious world as this is, HIV, AIDS and other sexually transmitted diseases do not exist, and so safer sex is not needed. Unfortunately, in the real world these diseases do exist, so please do yourself a favor and everyone you come in contact with, practice safer sex, use a condom.

I dedicate this and everything I do to my partner, who goes through hell just to be with me.

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The Naked Surfer Chapter 22 by John Josept

Michael stood just inside the door of Charlie's apartment, stunned and speechless at what he saw in front of him. There sat Charlie naked on the couch as a strange man Michael vaguely remembered knelt between his legs with Charlie's dick in his mouth.

Charlie was so stoned he was unaware that Michael had walked into the apartment and Steven was too engrossed in Charlie's cock to notice anything around him.

Michael's eyes moved to the coffee table and saw it littered with cocaine, several bottles of poppers, various drug paraphernalia, along with large baggies of Crystal Meth, Crack, Speedballs, and empty bottles of Jack Daniels. That's when Michael's blood began to boil.

"You fucking son-of-a-bitch," Michael gasped out loud. Charlie and Steven snapped their heads toward Michael.

"Oh fuck no, oh god, oh no, Michael," Charlie panicked. He pushed Steven off him and tried to get up. But the drugs overpowered him and as soon as he stood up he fell to the floor.

Michael stood over him and held the bouquet of yellow roses in one hand. He looked down at Charlie as the roses slipped from his hand and landed in a pile on the floor.

"Oh Michael, oh god I'm sorry, he's, he's nothing to me," Charlie tried to talk, but it just came out slurred.

Michael bent down and cupped Charlie's face in his hands.

"I don't give a shit about him. It's the fucking drugs, Charlie, the drugs!" Michael yelled angrily.

"Now look, I don't think there is any reason..." Steven began to say.

"You shut the fuck up, or so help me..." Michael said with his fist poised ready to punch Steven if he uttered another word. Steven cowered back into the sofa.

"Charlie, you ruined it all," Michael said practically in tears.

"No, No, Michael I can stop, honest," Charlie pleaded, but still couldn't talk clearly.

"It's over Charlie," Michael said as he stood back up, "you can just go to fucking hell!"

Charlie tried to get up, but fell back down to the floor.

"Look at you, you're pathetic," Michael said with disgust, "I could have forgiven anything Charlie, even that asshole over there, but drugs, no way, babe, its over." Michael lost his breath and gasped. "Oh God, Charlie ... it's over." Michael held back his tears.

"No Michael, please don't say that, I love you," Charlie slurred. His head was spinning. He tried to get on his feet. He felt dizzy and fell back down again.

Michael turned to leave the apartment, but turned back and looked at Charlie.

"You wanted to know how Kevin died, Charlie? ... He OD'd on the same shit you have there ... You bastard," Michael said as he turned to leave the apartment; he wanted to cry, but he couldn't, the tears wouldn't come.

"Oh God, Michael, I didn't know, I swear I didn't know." Charlie struggled to his feet and tried to catch Michael, but he couldn't walk fast enough. Michael was out the door and down the stairs. He got into his car and pounded his fists on the steering wheel. He started the car, stepped hard on the gas pedal that caused his tires to squeal and burn rubber, then drove away.

Charlie staggered out of the apartment and began to run down the stairs, but Steven grabbed him.

"Charlie, come back in, you're naked. Come on, I will give you something to make it all go away," Steven said. He figured now he had Charlie all to himself.

Charlie breathed heavy as he and Steven walked back into the apartment.

"I gotta find him," Charlie said as he picked up his T-Shirt and tried to put it on, but his arms became twisted in the fabric.

"Here let me help you," Steven said as he untangled Charlie's arms from the T-Shirt and put it on him. "Hmm, Charlie, I love your body," Steven said as he ran his hand under Charlie's T-Shirt and down to his soft dick in an effort to entice him.

"Fuck you," Charlie slurred and pushed Steven away. He could hardly stand up. His heart raced and he found it difficult to breath.

"I'll call him," he muttered as he picked up the phone and tried to dial Michael's number, but the drugs and alcohol ruled and his fingers and his mind would not coordinate.

He breathed heavier and faster, then tried to dial again, but still he couldn't do it. Each time he tried he got more frustrated and more aggravated. His anger built up because the "phone wouldn't work".

"Fuck," Charlie whispered as his hands shook, then he thought of Chase and decided to call him. He started to dial, but he still could not get the numbers right.

"Fuck!" he screamed in a violent rage, then threw the phone against the wall and shattered it in pieces. The violent mood swings were just another sign of Charlie addiction.

Steven sat on the sofa and cut several more lines of coke. "This will make you feel better, Charlie. Calm down and come sit next to me."

Charlie looked at the drugs and his fogged brain reasoned if he took more his head will clear, so he sat down and snorted two more lines. He rubbed his nose and sat back in the sofa. Steven handed him a half empty bottle of Jack Daniels and Charlie drank about half of what was left. He blinked his eyes several times as the room started to spin; he felt sick. He looked at Steven.

"You fucker, what have you done to me," Charlie's words ran together, "get out, get out of here before I kill your ass."

"Now Charlie, you can't be left alone right now. Your boyfriend abandoned you, but I won't." Steven tried to kiss him, but Charlie pushed him away, again.

"Get out, Get out, Get out!" Charlie repeated louder and louder with clinched fists.

"Ok Charlie, you win. I'll leave," Steven said as he began to dress up. He saw the quick change in Charlie's mood and was afraid that Charlie would become too violent and he didn't want to be in his way when that happened.

Charlie sat there and stared into nothing. He felt sick; his breathing became more rapid.

"I'm going to go now Charlie," Steven said, "I will come by tomorrow to check on you."

Charlie just continued to stare straight ahead as Steven walked out the door. He moved his head and the room began to spin, again. He picked up the bottle of Jack Daniels and drank until it was empty. He struggled to take a deep breath, then let the bottle fall from his hand. It slid off the sofa and onto the floor.

He felt like he was about to get sick, so he got up, stumbled into the coffee table, and knocked it over which sent the drugs and paraphernalia to the floor. The cocaine and empty bottle of booze landed on top of the yellow roses that Michael brought for him. Charlie looked at the spilled drug.

"He brought me flowers," he said and picked up one of the blooms. He was nearly in tears, but this only made him feel sicker.

Charlie gained his balance and headed for the bathroom. He got to the door and steadied himself. He started to gag, put his hand over his mouth, then lurched for the toilet and bent over. As his head went down, he got dizzy, lost his balance again, and fell backwards, landed on his butt, and hit his back and head against the wall.

He found it hard to breath, then he gagged and vomit spewed from his mouth, down his chin and landed on his T-Shirt; some even projected onto his genitals. He couldn't get up; then he gagged again and heaved on his shirt. Twice more he did this and just sat on the floor unable to move. He heaved again but this time a trace of blood was mixed with the vomit. It was then he lost bladder control and pissed on the floor where he sat.

Charlie had reached a low point in his life, again. Last time he almost died from an accidental overdose. This time he didn't want to live, but was too stoned to do anything about it. He just sat there and stared straight ahead.

"I'm so fucked up ... Michael's left me," Charlie said out loud as his eyes slowly closed and he slumped into unconsciousness. He sat with is legs spread wide open in a large pool of his piss and covered in his vomit and dots of blood; the total degradation of too many drugs and too much alcohol. His hand still clutched the yellow rose.

It was two in the morning and Gerald sat naked on the living room sofa. He couldn't sleep. The past few days his life had changed. He was happy for the first time in a long time. He wished Nick were there with him. He wanted to wake up in his arms someday, but he didn't know with Donnie, whether that would happen any time soon.

He heard voices coming from the upstairs bedroom. Apparently, Chase couldn't sleep and had inadvertently awakened Daniel. Gerald got up from the sofa and went to the stairs to ease drop on his friends, again.

"What's wrong babe," he heard Daniel say to Chase.

"I can't sleep, sorry I woke you."

"That's ok, do you want to talk about it?"

"Its just all that Chelsea said yesterday. Things are changing so fast around us. To top it off, I don't see Charlie very much anymore because of Michael and now Devin and Shelby are getting married and going to have a kid. Shit," Chase said all wound up, "I know its stupid cause its all good things that are happening now."

Daniel didn't say anything. He let Chase do the talking.

"What if I can't do all the things I'm supposed to do with this photography crap?" Chase sat up in bed, then ran his hands through his blond hair, then lay back down. "I don't know anything about this, Daniel. What if I fail, What if things go wrong, what if..."

Daniel gently put his fingers on Chase's lips.

"You can't live your life on "What if's", Daniel said.

"Yeah I know."

"Do you know who first told me that?"

"No who," Chase replied.

"You did," Daniel said with a smile.

"Oh yeah, I did," Chase grinned.

"We don't know how this is going to turn out, Chase, but we have to do this. The road is paved for us to try. We'll either pass or fail. Whatever it is, we'll do it together."

Chase took Daniel in his arms and Daniel laid his head on his chest.

"Yeah, I know. I'm just feeling a bit weird."

"That's because you are weird," Daniel said as he lifted his head and rolled on top of his lover and began to kiss him.

At the bottom of the stairs, Gerald sat and listened to the two lovers upstairs as they kissed. His dick was hard and he began to masturbate.

Daniel broke their kiss and looked into Chase's eyes.

"I love you babe, and we'll get through this."

Daniel didn't give Chase a chance to reply because he buried his tongue down Chase's throat. Chase ran his hands up Daniel's back, then down to his hard butt cheeks and squeezed them tight, then pushed him into his crotch.

Daniel let go of Chase's mouth and began to move downward toward his lover's hard cock.

Chase began to moan loudly, while down on the stairs the ease dropping Gerald masturbated with his left hand and ran his right hand over his defined body. He stopped at his nipple and tweaked it.

Daniel maneuvered down to Chase rock hard erection and swallowed it in one gulp.

"Oh fuck babe, suck my dick," Chase said loudly. Daniel slurped on Chase's dick loud enough for Gerald to hear. Gerald gulped as he continued to beat off and wished he were up there with his two friends.

"I love how you suck me, Daniel," Chase said while he breathed hard. Daniel moved his lips up to the tip of Chase's dick head, ran his tongue around the pee slit, and tasted Chase's precum. Daniel sighed loud and left no doubt in Gerald's mind what he was doing up in the bedroom. Gerald beat his dick faster.

Daniel moved his mouth all the way down Chase's shaft and buried his nose in Chase's pubic bush. Daniel inhaled through his nose and took in his lover's musk. This acted like an aphrodisiac to Daniel and he began to rub his hardened dick on the bed sheets.

"Oh yeah, babe," Chase moaned out again.

Daniel let go of Chase's dick, moved down to his firm ballsack, and ran his tongue around each one.

"Yeah, babe, lick my balls," Chase exclaimed.

Downstairs, Gerald ran his fingers around his scrotum imagining it was Daniel's tongue.

Daniel grabbed Chase's legs and pushed them high over his head then ran his tongue directly to Chase's rosebud.

"Oh fuck, Daniel, eat my ass!" Chase yelled out. Gerald's eyes opened wide when he heard what Daniel did to Chase. Gerald reached down, inserted his finger inside his ass, and wished that it were Daniel's tongue. His other hand continued to beat his hard 8-inch dick.

Up in the bedroom, Daniel's tongue continued to rim his lover's hole as Chase kept moaning in ecstasy.

"Oh fuck Daniel, God I love you."

Daniel just grunted as his tongue borrowed deeper inside Chase's pucker. Daniel moved his hand to Chase's hard-on and began to beat him off.

"Fuck, Daniel, I'm going to cum!" Chase yelled out.

By this time Gerald was close to shooting his load, too. He pushed his finger deep inside his ass. He was tempted to run up to the bedroom and jump in the middle of his friends, but thought better of it.

Daniel grunted louder as he licked Chase's ass and beat him off at the same time.

"Oh, Daniel!" Chase yelled as his first wave of spunk shot like a rocket from his hard manhood and landed on his stomach. Daniel immediately, pulled his tongue from Chase's hole and gobbled down his cock just in time to catch Chase's second, third, and fourth loads of cum. Daniel swallowed and held on to his lover's cock until he was drained. He immediately turned over, grabbed his own cock, and began to beat it fast.

"Oh god, I gotta cum," Daniel exclaimed.

Chase, saw what his lover did, and turned and gobbled down Daniel's dick just in time for Daniel to drop his load. Chase's swallowed all of his lover's spunk and licked his dick like a lollipop and took in any sperm that may have oozed out.

Gerald could hear his friends' orgasms and beat his dick fast and hard. He gave off a quiet grunt as he shot all over his chest and stomach and watched as it continued to ooze cum down his dick and over his hand. He breathed fast as he held on to his dick until he felt his spunk stop and his dick shrink soft. He let go and licked the cum from his hand.

Chase and Daniel were now cuddled in each others arms when Chase thought he heard something down the stairs. At first he thought it might be Gerald, but decided it was just "house noises".

"Daniel, do you mind much that Gerald is living here now?"

Gerald heard Chase's question and held his breath for the reply.

"No, I kinda like it. Gerald's a good kid. Why did you ask? Don't you like him here?"

"No, I love it, too. He's like my kid brother. You know he thinks of you as his a father figure."

"Yeah, I know. I like that too."

Gerald heard all this and a big grin swept over his face and his eyes began to well up.

"And, he's sexy as hell too," Chase said.

Daniel laughed and agreed.

"Hell, you got a blow job from him," Chase laughed. "Too bad he's only 16 or I would invite him up here and we could really have fun."

Daniel laughed, "Believe me I have been tempted to ask him. I think it would freak him out though."

"Well, who knows. Right now we have to show him this is his home."

"Yeah, I think he's getting the point," Daniel agreed.

He and Chase cuddle up closer, exhausted from their long day and their lovemaking. In no time, they were both sound asleep in each other's arms.

Gerald got up from the steps and walked slowly to the bathroom and scooped some of the cum on his stomach with his fingers and licked them. He felt good, really good.

When he got to the bathroom, he washed his dick that still dripped small droplets of his sperm. He flashed back at the many times he did this when he worked the streets, and the many strange bathrooms where he cleaned himself. He turned toward the full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom door and looked at himself. Cum still slid down his chest. He took a washcloth and cleaned that up while he still looked into the mirror. He smiled and took a deep breath. He like the way his body looked and was glad Daniel and Chase noticed it.

"I'm home," he said to himself, then yawned, went to his bedroom, and lay down in his bed, comfortable, secure and loved, maybe for the first time in his life.

Michael found himself in a daze as he walked down a long corridor, not sure where he was. The hallway, adorned with dark red wallpaper and dimly lit golden sconces, had a distinct odor of fresh flowers; an odor he was all too familiar with.

"Am I in a funeral home?" Michael's voice echoed down the hall.

At the end of the corridor, he saw an object and continued to walk toward it. At first he couldn't make out what it was, but as he got closer he realized the object was an open casket. The casket began to move away from him. The closer he got to the casket, the further it moved away. He walked faster, but wasn't able to catch up to it.

Then, it stopped abruptly under a bright light. Michael reluctantly approached the metal box, afraid to look inside, but he knew he had to. He breathed harder and began to sweat as he put his hand on the edge of the coffer and forced himself to look.

There lying inside the white silk lined, bronze casket was the body of his former lover, Kevin. He was all in white. Even his skin was white and didn't look real, almost like a plaster replica of the lover he once knew. Suddenly, Kevin's body spasmed and his eyes opened wide and his head turned sharply toward Michael.

"Michael don't let it happen again," Kevin's voice echoed.

Michael jumped back and turned away in horror. Then, as if compelled, he turned back and looked inside the coffin again, but it wasn't Kevin's body lying there anymore. It was someone else.

"Charlie!" Michael yelled as he sat up in bed, awakened from that terrible nightmare.

He sat there covered in sweat while he breathed heavy and his mind put together the horrible dream. His sheets and pillows were also soaked with his perspiration.

"Oh God, what have I done," Michael said as he leaned forward and rested his elbows on his bended knees and buried his face in his hands.

He felt guilty the way he left Charlie in the apartment. He loved this young man, but he didn't think he could go through, again, what he endured with Kevin.

He didn't know what he should do. He looked at the clock. It was 5AM. His father was an early riser, so he knew he would be awake. He grabbed his phone and dialed his dad's cel phone.

"Hello," Roger said on the other end.

"Dad," Michael voice cracked and his hands shook.

"Michael, what's wrong?"

"Oh god, Dad, it's Charlie. I walked in on him last night. He's into drugs, dad, in deep."

"Sorry to hear that son," Roger said solemnly, especially what happened with Kevin. "What did you do?"

"I got out of there, I can't go through that again."

Roger was silent for a second. "Then you walked out on Charlie, like you walked out on Kevin." Roger knew that was a harsh statement, but sometimes the truth is difficult to take.

"No, I didn't walk out on Kevin, you know that."

"You turned a blind eye to his addiction, Michael. Now you're doing it to Charlie," Roger said angrily.

"I didn't know, god, you're blaming me for Kevin's death," Michael said defensively.

"I'm not blaming you for anything. Kevin made his own decisions, Michael, but you're a doctor, for Christ sake. You had to have seen it coming."

"No, I swear I didn't see it," Michael said guiltily.

"Could my dad be right?" Michael thought to himself. "Is that the reason I didn't want to talk about Kevin, because I didn't want to face the truth?"

Now in order to save Charlie, Michael had to face what he didn't want to discuss for the past year. His dad knew him better than he knew himself.

"You're right, dad, I don't want to loose Charlie, too. I love him so much. What do I do?"

"You know what you have to do, Michael. Addiction can be fixed if it's caught on time. Look, I'll take your patients the next couple of days. You take care of your man."

"Thanks dad."

"Remember you can't cure him. You only can lead him in the right direction. He has to do it himself."

"I know. I love you, Dad."

"I love you too, son. Keep me informed on what's happening."

Michael hung up with his father. He dialed Charlie's home, but only got a busy signal. Michael tried Charlie's cel phone, but there was no answer there, either.

He got out of bed and got his address book from his briefcase, found the phone number he needed and began to dial. His confidence was back thanks to his dad.

"Time to call in some of those favors people owe me."

Gerald lay sound asleep in his bed when a gentle tapping sound awakened him.

"Come in," he muttered, still mostly asleep. He thought someone knocked on his bedroom door. No one came in, though; then he heard the tapping again.

"Come in" he said louder, but still no one came in. He rolled over on his back. His morning woody poked at the bed covers. He got out of bed and opened the bedroom door, but no one was there.

Then he heard a muffled sound like it came from outside. It was still pretty dark out and the sun hadn't quite come up yet.

He went to the window and opened the drapes and smiled from ear to ear. Nick stood just outside the window. His jaw dropped and his eyes popped wide open when his saw Gerald hard body and hard dick. Seemed the past couple mornings when Nick would first see Gerald, he was greeted with his big hard-on. He began to like the trend.

"Open up, hot stuff," he said softly. He didn't want to wake up the neighborhood, let alone Daniel and Chase.

Gerald opened the window and leaned out, "Hey Nicky, how ya doin," Gerald chided, then leaned out more and kissed Nick on the lips.

"Hey, someone might see us," Nick protested.

"Fuck'em, besides everyone is still sleeping. What you doing here so early?" Gerald said.

"Donny had to go in early so I thought I would surprise you. Help me in, my dick's getting hard." They both started to laugh as quietly as possible, or so they thought, as Gerald helped his boyfriend to climb through the window.

When Nick got in the bedroom he took Gerald's naked body, threw him on the bed, and lay on top of him.

"Hmm, want to play rough, huh?" Gerald smiled.

Nick didn't say anything. He just looked down at his naked lover and his dick poked at his shorts. He quickly removed his t-shirt and threw it in a corner.

"Fuck, you have a hot bod," Gerald said as his dick spasmed and he ran his hands over his upper torso.

Then Nick stood up and let his shorts fall to the floor and stepped out of them. His hard-on poked through the fly of his boxers. He stood there and looked at his boyfriend.

Gerald sat up and grabbed onto Nick's dick, licked the head, then swallowed it. His eyes never left Nick's gaze as he moved in and out on Nick's fat cock. Gerald then reached into the fly of Nick's boxer shorts, pulled out his balls, and cupped them in his hand while he continued to suck his cock.

"Damn, Ger," Nick whispered.

Gerald released his boyfriend's dick and balls and laid back down on the bed. His dick pointed to the ceiling as he rested on his elbows. Gerald spread his legs open.

"Take off those boxers and fuck me, Nick...Hard," Gerald gasped. He liked it rough once in a while and now was one of those times. "No lube, just fuck me, like we did that first day at the gallery. Just spit on your dick and fuck me."

"But, Ger, I don't ...," Nick began to protest.

"No, 'buts', just do it," Gerald demanded. He was wild with passion for his lover and just wanted to feel him inside him. Nick stood there as the passion built up inside him. He grabbed onto his waistband of his underwear and pulled them down. He spit in his hand, then spread it over his rock hard cock. Gerald lifted his legs in the air and exposed his rosebud. Nick began to breath harder and moved closer to Gerald, got on his knees on the bed.

"Fuck me, Nicky, now."

Nick put his dick to Gerald's pucker and began to push, but without lube it was difficult to do. But Gerald knew how to handle it and relaxed his sphincter enough so the tip of Nick's dick popped inside.

Gerald gripped the sheets because of the pain, but that just made it more intense for him. Nick stopped when he saw the pain on Gerald's face.

"Don't stop!"

"Fuck, Ger, I don't want to hurt you."

"I'll tell you when you are hurting me."

"But..."

"Just fuck me," Gerald demanded then leaned up, grabbed Nick's ass cheeks, and push Nick into him.

"Oh fuck!" Gerald exclaimed.

"Ger, are you ok?" Nick said worried that he hurt his boyfriend.

"No, Nicky. Fuck me now... Hard!"

Nick didn't know if he should continue, but he was too turned on to stop, so he began his in and out motion inside Gerald's burning ass. Gerald was in pain but somehow he loved it all.

"Oh fuck, Nicky, I love you, man. God, you fucking feel good."

"I love you too, Ger," Nick gasped as sweat began to pour from his body and drip onto his boyfriend.

Gerald gripped the sheet tighter as Nick began to plow harder into his ass.

"Harder, Nicky," Gerald demanded again. Gerald felt his balls tighten and knew he would explode really soon, but he wanted to wait for Nick to cum inside him first.

"Ger, I can't hold it," Nick said as he continued to fuck his lover mercilessly. Gerald breathed harder as his hole burned from Nick's pounding, but he was turned on and didn't want it to stop until he felt Nick's sperm cool down his ass.

"Oh fuck, Ger," Nick panted as he shot load after load of his sperm inside his boyfriend's ass, "Oh god, Ger," Nick said over and over each time he blasted Gerald's hole.

"Nicky!" Gerald called out as he felt his balls pull into his body and the spunk shoot from his hard dick onto his chest and stomach. More and more of his cum shot from his weapon onto his body, while Nick slowed down his motion and the last drop of cum filled his boyfriends sore ass.

Nick collapsed on top of Gerald and he pulled his softened dick from his tender hole.

"Damn," Gerald said as he winced in pain.

"Shit, Ger, I'm sorry," Nick said because he felt bad he let his emotions hurt Gerald.

"I'm not," Gerald panted, "you wanted rough, so we had rough." Both Gerald and Nick began to laugh, then they kissed and relaxed again to catch their breaths.

After a while, Nick knelt up between Gerald's legs and looked at their smooth bodies covered in Gerald's spunk.

"Damn, you fuckin cummed a lot," Nick said as he ran his fingers across his stomach and put them in his mouth and tasted his boyfriends cum.

"Well you caused it," Gerald laughed.

"Your cum tastes good," Nick said then leaned down and began to lick the cum from Gerald's chest which cause Gerald to laugh hard. Nick laid back down on top of Gerald's body, his face covered with Gerald spunk, then kissed his mouth and they both tasted the result of their love.

"I love you, Ger," Nick said as he rested his head on Gerald's chest.

Gerald ran his hands up and down Nick's back as he felt the full weight of his boyfriend's body on top of him. "You're the greatest Nicky. God, I am so lucky to have you. I love you so much."

Nick didn't say anything; he just smiled.

After another short pause, Nick lifted his head again and kissed Gerald. "I have to start school soon and football practice starts in a couple days."

"Oh?" Gerald said, "does that mean I wont see you as much?"

"I will do whatever it takes to be with you. Maybe I'll quit the football team."

Gerald smiled that Nick would do that for him, but he didn't want Nick to give up something he knew he really loved.

"No, don't do that, Nick," Gerald said, "I don't want you to. You love to play football. We will work something out."

Gerald held Nick tighter. Nick smiled.

Daniel opened his eyes and immediately shut them. The room was filled with light from the late summer sunrise. He looked at the clock.

"Hmm, 8:00, I better make the coffee," he said to himself. He didn't want to wake Chase, because of the rough night he had. So he quietly rolled out of bed. He walked around to Chase's side of the bed and gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek. Chase grunted and his hand instinctively swatted at his face as if a fly or some other insect tried to land on him. Daniel had to put his hand across his mouth to muffle his laughter. He slowly turned and walked down the stairs, and made sure he avoided the squeaky step. Of course he was naked, barefoot, and had his usual morning erection.

As he got to the bottom of the stairs, Daniel smelled coffee. He looked into the living room and there on the couch as they watched TV, was a naked Gerald and Nick, curled up in each other's arms. Nick sat sideways with one leg bent at the knee on the sofa and the other leg with his foot on the floor. Gerald sat stretched out in between Nick's legs, resting his back against Nick's bent knee, which left his hard dick in full view. Gerald's erection pointed to the ceiling.

"Morning boys, is that coffee I smell?"

"Morning, Daniel," Gerald said, "yeah I made a full pot."

"Morning Nick," Daniel said.

"Morning," Nick said with a big gulp while he tried unsuccessfully to hold down his thick hard on. He wanted to run from the room, but took a deep breath and just held onto his boyfriend.

When Daniel walked into the kitchen, Nick whispered to Gerald, "You were right. God, he's so fucking hot and he's got a hard-on, too." His whispers were louder than he thought.

"Well, Nick, you got a hard-on as well... and you too Gerald so don't laugh," Daniel said as he poured his coffee.

"I wasn't laughing," Gerald lied with a huge grin on his face.

Nick rested his forehead on Gerald's shoulder and tried not to act too embarrassed, while Gerald tried to contain his laughter.

"And Nick," Daniel said as he came back into the living room and stood in front of Nick with his hard dick pointed directly at Nick's red face.

"Yeah," Nick said shyly as he stared into Daniel's erection.

"I think you're hot, too." Daniel said then puckered up his lips and sent Nick a mock kiss.

Gerald couldn't hold it in and burst out in laughter on how Daniel teased his boyfriend.

Nick closed his eyes and turned red. He was more embarrassed at his teenage behavior, than everyone's nakedness.

"Ok, I guess I'm acting like a kid."

"Nick, like I told Gerald countless times, we go around like this all the time, so just relax, and enjoy it." Daniel sat down in his favorite chair and spread his legs open to make sure both boys didn't miss anything and began to drink his coffee.

"So Nick, where you here all night or did you sneak in through the window this morning."

"How did you know..."

"You weren't very quiet," Daniel interrupted, "You probably woke up the whole Strand," Daniel winked with a smile.

Nick began to laugh along with Daniel and Gerald.

"I'll be more quite next time," Nick said and winked back.

Gerald began to yawn.

"Didn't you sleep very well last night, Gerald?" Daniel asked.

"Hmm, not too good, you and Chase weren't very quiet last night yourself," Gerald said as he sipped his coffee and stared at Daniel with a gleam in his eyes. This time it was Daniel's face that turned red.

"I'll make sure we're more quiet next time," Daniel chided.

"You don't have ta, I kinda enjoyed it," Gerald said and the three started to laugh again.

Just then Chase walked down the stairs naked and with an erection as well. He was a bit annoyed at all the laughter so early in the morning.

Nick swallowed hard as his dick began to grow again. There was Chase, his first crush as a kid, naked and hard and just a few feet away on the stairs.

"Hmm is that coffee?" Chase growled.

"Yes babe."

"I love you," Chase said to Daniel as he headed toward the kitchen.

"I didn't make it dear, Gerald did," Daniel announced.

"Oh ok, then I love you instead Gerald," a grouchy Chase muttered.

Chase came in the living room with his coffee, kissed Daniel good morning, then kissed Gerald and then an astonished Nick who now moved and sat next to Gerald. Chase sat down on the sofa next to Nick, then sat sideways, threw his legs over both young boys, and drank his coffee. His dick was still hard. Nick's hard dick poked between Chase's legs, but Nick couldn't take his eyes off of Chase's protruding manhood.

"Blink, Nick," Daniel said, "you're going to hurt your eyes staring like that."

"This is all so wild. You guys are so laid-back about sex and being naked. It'll take a bit to get used this."

"Yeah, it does take a bit," Gerald said with a smirked then looked at Daniel who winked at him. Nick didn't catch any of this and it was most likely a good thing that he didn't.

"Donnie would freak if he walked in right now," Nick said.

"Speaking of Donnie," Chase said, "when are you two going to tell him about your great love affair."

"Never," Nick said with a laugh. "No, we will have to talk with him soon. I'm just afraid of what he'll do."

"Do you think he will stop us from being together?" Gerald asked.

"I don't know, he might try," Nick said

"Fuck, I didn't think of that," Gerald said as he leaned back in the sofa and squeezed Nick's hand.

Nick leaned into Gerald and whispered in his ear, "but no one will keep me from you, babe,... no one," Nick said and kissed him on the lips.

"Well let's not worry about that unless it happens. Then Daniel and I will have a talk with him," Chase said.

Just then they heard a car pull up into the driveway.

"Oh shit, is it Donnie?" Nick said in a paranoid panic.

Chase jumped up and looked out the window, "Relax Nick, it's Dr. Mike and he's alone." A chill ran though Chase's body.

"Quick we better get dressed," Daniel said to everyone, "and Nick, Gerald take a shower, you have dried cum all over your face and your chests."

"Shit," Gerald said as he and Nick ran into the bathroom and Daniel and Chase ran upstairs to get their shorts and T-Shirts.

Michael got to the door then rang the bell. He waited a bit then rang again. This time Chase came running down the stairs and opened the door.

"Hey, Michael, how you doing?" Chase said. He could tell by the look on Michael's face, something was wrong. "Where's Charlie?"

"Hi Chase, sorry to get you guys up so early," Michael said, but couldn't look Chase in the eye. Daniel came down the stairs from the bedroom and he and Michael greeted each other.

"So what, gives. What's happened to Charlie?" Chase asked again ready to explode.

"Michael come in and have a seat," Daniel said, "Do you want a cup of coffee?"

"Ah yeah, sure, black please."

"Cut the fucking crap, what's happened to Charlie?!" Chase yelled nearly in a full-fledged panic. He knew something was wrong with his best friend, his brother, the person he loved only second to Daniel.

Daniel came in, gave Michael his coffee, and tried to calm Chase.

"Easy babe," Daniel said as he put his arm round his lover and they all sat down.

"What's happened, Michael," Daniel asked calmly, but inside he expected the worst.

"Last night I walked in on Charlie and...he had some weird guy in there, they were naked, but they had drugs, crystal meth, coke, crack, speedballs, empty bottles of booze, and god knows what else."

"Fuck, that stupid asshole!" Chase yelled and jumped to his feet. I told him he better not get on that shit, again. That fucker Steven Marks, I'm going to kill that bastard."

"Chase calm down!" Daniel demanded firmly. Chase sat down.

"You said again," Michael questioned.

"Two years ago, Charlie OD. He almost died. He was off that crap for a long time, then just recently he started in again. I tried to watch him Michael honest," Chase was nearly in tears.

"Chase, don't go blaming yourself. Charlie did this all on his own. Now it's time we take over. I didn't know he OD in the past. There's so much I don't know about Charlie yet, except I love him so much."

Michael took a deep breath then remembered something else Chase just said.

"This guy, Steven Marks, he's the one who was with Charlie last night right. Kinda scruffy and campy."

"Yeah, that's the fucker," Chase said with disgust.

"I've seen him before. I know that son-of-a-bitch's family. His dad golf's with my dad," Michael got up, took out his cel phone, and made a phone call.

"I'll fix that fucker," Michael muttered as he walked into another room for privacy. A few minutes later he came out of the room and sat back down.

"Look I need someone to come with me. I don't know what to expect when we get there, but Charlie was in bad shape last night. I shouldn't have left him, fuck." Michael took a deep breath to gain back his composure. "Anyway, I can't do this alone, please."

"Chase you go with him. Take your time I will handle whatever it is with Chelsea. If you are ready by 4 meet me there."

"Ok babe, let's go Michael," Chase said anxiously.

"Chase, call me and let me know what's going on."

"I will," Chase said. He kissed Daniel, then he and Michael headed out the door, got into Michael's Lexus and drove off.

"Chase, when we get there, I want you to pack a bunch of Charlie's stuff, clothes and shaving kit and toothbrush. I'll go back later for the rest. I'm moving Charlie in with me."

"That's great," Chase said then looked at his friend, "You ok, Michael?"

"I shouldn't have left him last night. God I said some terrible things to him, Chase. I was just so pissed off. My last partner, died on drugs. I am not going to loose Charlie to that crap, too."

"God Michael, I'm sorry."

It didn't take long for them to get to Charlie's apartment building. Michael took a deep breath, built up his strength, and got out of the car. Chase was right behind him. Michael knew what had to be done and he had to be strong, for Charlie.

"Ready?" Michael asked as they walked up to the door of Charlie's apartment.

"Yeah, let's do this. If that fucker, Steven Marks is there, I'll kill him."

Michael got out his key and opened the door.

"Charlie?" he called out. There was no reply.

"Hey, Charlie," Chase said louder, but still no reply.

They looked around the room and saw the coffee table on its side and the drugs on the floor. Two bottle of Jack Daniels, one empty and one with very little left, were lying on its side. In the middle of all this were Michael's yellow roses.

"Damn what the hell happened here?" Chase asked.

"Look, there's his phone," Michael said as he pointed to the smashed instrument, but still no sign of Charlie.

"I'll look in the bedroom, you check the bathroom," Michael said as he feared the worst.

Michael quickly walked toward Charlie's room and Chase walked to the bathroom. There, lying on the floor was Charlie. The stench of piss and vomit overpowered Chase.

"Oh god, Michael hurry!" Chase yelled out.

Michael lunged into the bathroom and stopped over Charlie.

"Is he dead? Oh god don't let him be dead," Chase cried out. His heart raced as he waited for an answer.

Michael crouched down next his lover, "Charlie," Michael called. He didn't reply.

"He's breathing Chase. God he's laying in his piss and vomit." The smell was unbelievable. Chase nearly heaved himself.

"Should I call 911?" Chase asked; his voice cracked as he stared at his best friend.

"No, they might arrest him. I'll take care of him. He's my responsibility, now."

"But ..." Chase tried to protest.

"I need you to be strong, Chase. Don't worry I won't let anything bad happen to him, ever again." Michael said as the got a face cloth and wet it to clean Charlie's face. "Get some towels so we can clean this up."

"Charlie, babe," Michael said softly as he wiped his lover's face. "Damn look at his nose, those are burns from poppers. I'll treat that later."

Charlie slowly opened his eyes. He saw Michael and jumped, then reached for him, but stopped when he realized he was still sitting in his urine and vomit.

"Oh God, Michael, help me! I can't stop!" Charlie admitted in a panic.

"I'm here now Charlie, I'm gonna take care of you," Michael said calmly in his best doctor's bedside tone.

"No, I smell," Charlie said of the disgusting stench that emanated from his body.

"That's ok Charlie, I'm a doctor, and I've smelled worse." Michael smiled.

Chase came in with a bunch of towels.

"You're here too, Chase?" Charlie said.

"I'll always be here for you Charlie."

"Oh fuck, Chase. You were right. I am a stupid shit."

"I didn't mean any of that Charlie, you know that," Chase said nearly in tears.

"Chase, put a towel on the toilet seat. I'm going to sit Charlie on it."

Chase took a large bath towel and laid it across the seat.

Michael took off his shirt and pants, but left on his low-rise briefs, then handed his clothes to Chase.

"You better do the same thing if you don't want your clothes to stink of piss and barf."

Michael then put his arms around Charlie and picked him up out of the foul mess and sat him on the toilet seat. Charlie was still disorientated. Michael noticed that one of the yellow roses intended for his lover was still clutched in his hand.

"You gave me roses? Nobody ever gave me roses," Charlie said when Michael took the bloom from his hand.

"There will be many more yellow roses to come Charlie," Michael smiled.

Charlie tried to smile back, but was still too ill to express how he felt.

In the living room, Chase put Michael's clothes on the sofa, then took off his shorts and T-Shirt. Of course, Chase didn't have underwear on.

Chase walked into the bathroom. Michael took notice of him naked, but didn't comment.

"Throw a bunch of towels on the floor over that mess," Michael said, I'm going to need your help, Chase. I can't clean him and hold him at the same time."

"No problem doc," Chase said as he stared at Charlie.

"He looks so sick Michael."

"He is Chase, but we're going to fix him up. Right Charlie."

"Yeah," Charlie said weakly.

"I'm going to take your shirt off now Charlie," Michael said as he lift Charlie's soiled T-shirt over his head and threw it in the corner on top of the dirty towels. That's when he noticed a chemical burn on Charlie's chest.

"Damn, Charlie, you have burns on your chest and your nose."

"Fucking poppers," Charlie said as he looked down at the burns on his chest and became dizzy again.

"Oh, Michael, I'm gonna be sick," Charlie said.

In the blink of an eye, and his prowess as a doctor, Michael quickly stood Charlie up and lift the toilet seat, turned him around, and pushed his head over the bowl. Charlie heaved again.

"Oh, God," Charlie moaned, then choked and spit from his mouth.

"Chase, come here and hold on to Charlie," Michael said, "I'm going to start the shower. I know just how he likes it."

Chase went over to his best friend and held on to him.

"Oh Chase, I really fucked up bad didn't I?"

"Don't worry bro, you're going to be ok now. You got a man there who's going to take care of you, but first we got to clean your ass up, cause you stink," Chase joked. Charlie tried to laugh but that just made him vomit again.

"Sorry, Charlie," Chase said as he grabbed the face cloth and wiped some of the slim that clung to Charlie's lips.

"Ok, the shower is ready," Michael said as he took off his underwear. Chase got a good look at Michael's package and was amazed at the size.

Chase grabbed Charlie from one side, Michael grabbed him from his other side, and they slowly brought him into the shower.

"Oh fuck, that feels good," Charlie said as he was brought under the shower. They stood him under the spray until his hair and the rest of his body was wet.

Chase stood behind Charlie and wrapped his arms around him so he could stand steady while Michael washed him.

Michael put shampoo on Charlie's head and began to wash his hair. They rinsed him under the shower. Michael then soaped up his hands and began to wash the rest of the crusted vomit from Charlie face and neck.

Charlie looked at his lover, "I'm a mess ain't I?"

"Yeah, you are babe, but you're going to be okay. You're going to admit yourself into the Betty Ford Clinic; all the arrangements are made.

"But..." Charlie tried to protest.

"Charlie, if you and I are going to make it, you will have to be off drugs. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," Charlie's eye welled up, "Am I an addict, Michael?"

"Yes, you are Charlie," Michael said with regret in his voice.

"Oh God," Charlie said, "How did I do this to myself." His voice cracked and tears poured down his face.

Chase held him tighter, "We love you bro and you're going to kick this." Chase kissed Charlie's neck.

"Ok, I'll admit myself," Charlie said defeated. He loved Michael more than any man he ever knew. And Chase was there for him as usual, holding him up so he wouldn't fall. Chase was always there for him.

Michael started to wash Charlie's chest and stomach. He got down to his soft dick and Michael began to get aroused.

"Sorry Chase, Charlie has a way of doing that to me," Michael said as he continued to wash his lover's penis and scrotum.

"Me too, Doc. I got me a woody, as well."

"Yeah, I could feel it," Charlie said with a smile.

Michael and Chase laughed, then Michael took Charlie in his arms, "I love you, Charlie. I'll never abandon you again, I swear."

Michael took a deep breath, then turned Charlie around and washed the rest of him. He made sure he washed Charlie's butt because he sat in his urine all night. Charlie rested his head on Chase's shoulder while Chase held on to him and Michael ran a washcloth in the crack of his ass.

"I love you too, Charlie," Chase whispered.

"I know," Charlie whispered back.

"Wow, he's the same size as Charlie," Chase said to himself as he caught a look at Michael dick that was still very hard.

Michael noticed how Chase stared at him and smiled. "Charlie told me that you and Daniel and he got it on once."

"Twice actually," Chase said slightly embarrassed.

"Maybe someday, the four of us could get together."

"You dirty old man," Charlie laughed weakly.

Chase was taken by surprise at what Michael said.

"Hmm, yeah, that would be cool," Chase replied as he looked down at Michael's hard dick, again.

"We better rinse off and get him out of the shower," Michael said with a smile. They brought Charlie under the spray until all the soap was gone. Then Michael leaned down and turned off the water. He got out of the shower and grabbed some clean towels, handed one to Chase, then got back into the shower, but not before he got a good look at Chase's hard on. Michael took another towel and started to dry off his lover.

"I think I could stand up on my own," Charlie said. He seemed to show signs of improvement.

Chase got out of the shower, his dick was still hard, but it didn't seem to faze him. He avoided the mess on the floor and walked out of the bathroom.

"I'll pack some of his clothes," Chase said as he went into Charlie's bedroom.

"Why is Chase packing my clothes?"

"Cause you're coming home with me, Charlie. The other part of this deal is that you move in with me after you get out of Betty Ford. I love you Charlie, but you're an addict and you have to be watched. Besides I will enjoy waking up with you in my arms every day.

"But what about surfing with my buds?"

Michael chuckled. "Don't worry about that right now, babe. We'll work something out ... after Betty Ford."

"When am I going?" Charlie asked.

"Tomorrow, babe."

"Oh? ... Shit," Charlie said. He felt like he was going to cry again.

Michael and Charlie got out of the shower. Michael opened the medicine cabinet over the sink and took out a bottle of mouthwash.

"Here babe, rinse your mouth out. It smells like you been throwing up all night," Michael said with a smile.

"Sorry, Michael," Charlie said then grabbed the bottle and took a big mouthful and cleaned his mouth, then spit it out.

"Now let's test it," Michael said and took Charlie in his arms and kissed him with his mouth wide open and ran his tongue inside his mouth.

"That's much better," Michael said with a grin, then kissed Charlie again and held him tight and Charlie's cock began to get hard and pushed against Michael's dick.

"Hmmm, you must be feeling better," Michael said as he touched Charlie's erection. Charlie laughed.

They went into the bedroom where Chase had some of Charlie's clothes on the bed. Chase glanced at Michael and Charlie as the entered. All three were still naked and all three were still hard.

"I'm going to clean up the mess in the bathroom," Michael said as he hugged his lover and kissed him on the lips. He looked Charlie in the eyes and kissed him again and their kisses turned to passion. Chase watched and figured he had better step out of the bedroom and leave the two lovebirds by themselves. He put Charlie's clothes in his bag and then turned toward the door so he and his hard dick could walk out.

Charlie's eye caught Chase as he tried to quietly leave the room. He looked at Michael and Michael seemed to read Charlie's mind.

"Chase," Michael said, "don't go."

Charlie opened his arm to Chase and Chase walked slowly toward him and Michael, unsure if what he was about to do was the right thing.

"I love you Chase," Charlie said, "thank you for being here for me." Charlie moved closer to Chase and kissed him hard on the lips. One arm held onto Chase and the other clutched Michael, who looked on with a smile.

"Thank you from both of us," Michael said as Charlie and Chase let go of their lips and Michael leaned in and kissed Chase.

"Remember how you felt when Daniel and I did this to you?" Chase asked Charlie.

"Yeah, pretty awkward."

"That's how I feel now."

"Don't Chase, there is nothing to feel awkward about," Michael said as he leaned in and kissed Chase again then turned his attention back to his lover.

Chase got down on his knees as Michael and Charlie kissed. He grabbed Michael's cock on his hand and grabbed Charlie's dick in the other.

He looked at the two huge weapons, then licked the tip of Michael's cock head and wrapped his lips around it. He let go and did the same thing to Charlie's manhood. Michael and Charlie let go of their tongues and looked down at Chase.

"Fuck, Chase," Charlie said as Chase slid his lips down Charlie's big shaft and took in as much as he could, while he still held onto Michael's. Chase moved in and out a few time then let go. He took Charlie's dick in hand and turned toward Michael's erection, ran his tongue around the tip and slowly swallowed it, to the point he started to gag then backed off. He moved his mouth in and out while at the same time, he jacked Charlie's huge member.

"Damn Chase, you're good at that," Michael said as he looked down and watched Chase suck his dick and beat off his lover.

Charlie's legs began to get weak and Michael grabbed him in his arms. Chase dropped Michael's dick and stood up as Michael lead Charlie to the bed.

"You ok, babe?" Michael said lovingly.

"Yeah, still a bit weak, I guess," Charlie said.

"Do you want to stop?" Chase asked.

"Fuck no. I have the two most important men in my life right here ready to fuck me and damn if I am going to stop that," Charlie said, then grabbed Michael and pulled him on top of him. Michael, in turn, grabbed onto Chase and pulled him onto the bed as well. Michael leaned into Chase and kissed him and signaled with his eyes. Chase got what he meant and they both moved their way down to Charlie's very hard 9-inch dick.

Michael swallowed Charlie's dick while Chase attacked his tightly packed balls.

"Oh fuck, you guys," Charlie panted, then looked down as his two men and couldn't get over the sight of Michael and Chase sucking his dick and balls.

Michael pulled his mouth up off Charlie's dick and Chase began to lick one side of Charlie's shaft while Michael licked the other. They started at the bottom around his pubes and worked their way up to the tip. When they got there, Michael and Chase's tongues met and they both played with the tip of Charlie's dick. They let Charlie's dick go and kissed with their tongues buried deep in each other's mouths.

"Fuck, you two look so hot kissing each other," Charlie panted as his dick swung back and forth in front of Chase and Michael.

Michael looked up at his lover as he looked down at him and Chase, then moved up to Charlie and buried his tongue in his mouth. Chase watched the display and continued to lick Charlie's hard cock. He grabbed it in his hand then swallowed as much as he could. Up and down he moved on Charlie dick as Michael sent shivers through his lover's body with his kisses. Charlie began to breath heavy and felt his body spasm as if he was ready to cum.

"Chase, stop. I'm too close. I don't want to cum yet," Charlie gasped as he let go of Michael's tongue.

"No, we don't want you to cum just yet, babe," Michael said as Chase moved up to Charlie and began to kiss him. His dick was hard and it poked Charlie in his side. Michael reached over and touched Chase's dick. They looked at each other and smiled.

"I want my two favorite men to fuck me," Charlie whispered, almost like he was too shy to say it out loud.

"Anything my baby wants," Michael said as he moved his way down to Charlie's cock again and swallowed the whole thing. Chase couldn't get over how Michael could take that big dick of Charlie's completely down his throat. Michael moved up and down a few times then pulled his mouth off of Charlie's member.

Michael then took Charlie's legs and pushed them over his head and began to lick his balls.

"Oh fuck, Michael," Charlie gasped as Michael moved his tongue down to Charlie pink pucker. "Oh God," Charlie cried out as he took deep breath.

"You ok," Chase asked his best bud as he pushed back some of Charlie's hair from his forehead then kissed his lips.

"Oh yeah," Charlie said with a big smile. "Bring that dick of yours up to my mouth. I want to suck that thing again."

Chase didn't have to reply, he just knelt next to Charlie's head. Charlie looked as Chase, smiled, then took his dick in his mouth until it was in as far as it could go.

"Oh fuck, Charlie," Chase whispered as he began to fuck Charlie's face. Charlie moaned loudly with the pleasure of his ass being rimmed by his lover and his best friend's dick in his mouth.

Michael moved his tongue deep in Charlie's anus, which caused him to jump. Michael knelt up, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and smiled at the sight of Chase's dick in his lover's mouth.

"Hey, Chase, you look like you're having a good time there, but let's fuck our boy, you first," Michael said, "that ok with you babe?"

"Fuck yeah," Charlie replied as Chase pulled his dick from Charlie's mouth. Charlie was still a little weak but he wanted this more than anything right now.

Michael reached into the drawer next to the bed and pulled out a bottle of lube as Chase moved into place between Charlie's legs.

"Damn," Charlie said as he braced himself for what was about to happen. "This is going to be so fucking hot."

Michael smiled at his lover then poured some of the lube into his hand and spread it over Chase's very hard dick. He winked at Chase, then leaned in and kissed him hard on the lips as he squeezed Chase's dick and jacked it a couple times.

"Damn, you guys," Charlie exclaimed, "come on fuck me!" Chase and Michael stopped their kiss and looked at a very eager Charlie with wide grins on their faces.

"You that horny for my cock, Charlie?" Chase said as he pushed Charlie's legs up and put his hard dick at Charlie's rosebud.

"Shut up and fuck me," Charlie joked. Then Chase slowly pushed his cock inside his friend's very eager hole.

"Oh god," Chase said as his dick slid all the way into Charlie's ass.

"Fuck you feel good, Chase."

Michael moved up to Charlie's head and looked down at his lover. Charlie smiled then leaned his head up and licked the tip of Michael's dick. Michael then pushed his dick all the way inside Charlie's mouth. He knew that Charlie could take it all and didn't stop until his pubes were buried in his nose.

Charlie was beyond turned on. He had his lover's dick in his mouth and his best friend's cock in his ass. For a brief second his mind wished he had some drugs to enhance the feeling, but quickly let it pass out of his mind.

"Oh fuck," Chase said as he felt his orgasm approach, "I don't want to cum, yet." Chase then pulled his dick out of Charlie's ass. "Now it's your turn, Michael," he said as he took deep breaths.

"Oh, yeah," Michael said then he and Chase switched positions.

"I'm going to cum in your ass, babe," Michael said. Charlie had him close to an orgasm while he sucked him and knew he it wouldn't be long before he would drop his load. He put himself into position then took that big 9-inch dick of his and slid it easily into Charlie hole that was loosened by Chase's 8-inch dick.

"I love you Charlie," Michael gasped as his dick went all the way in as far as it could go.

"Oh fuck, Michael...God I love you too." Michael's dick always made Charlie cry out in pleasure.

Chase knelt next to Charlie then leaned down and put Charlie's dick in his mouth.

Now Charlie was being fucked by his lover and sucked by his best friend and he was in sexual heaven.

"Oh fuck you guys," Charlie gasped.

Michael pushed Charlie's legs up higher as he felt his orgasm approach and Chase had to drop Charlie's dick from his mouth. He knelt next to his best bud's head and began to jack his own dick.

Michael began to pound Charlie's ass harder and Charlie grabbed his own dick and began to jack it.

"I'm going to cum, Michael," Charlie yelled as his spunk shot out like a rocket and landed on his chest and stomach.

"Fuck," Chase roared as he felt his sperm churn in his dick.

"In my mouth," Charlie said and Chase moved into position and drop his load on Charlie's face, most of which landed in his mouth. Charlie licked his lips and pushed some of the cum that landed on his cheek into his mouth.

"Oh Charlie, I'm cumming baby," Michael whispered loud enough for Charlie and Chase to hear. They turned their heads and watched Michael as he threw his head back and cummed inside his lover. "Oh God Charlie, Oh fuck," Michael said until his dick was drained. He pulled his dick out of his lover's hole and lay on top of him and licked Chase's cum from his face. Michael reached up and pulled Chase down to them and they all kissed and licked cum from their bodies until they collapsed and held on to each other. They laid there for a long time and Charlie felt very loved. Still he felt he could smoke a joint right now, but didn't say anything to Chase or his lover.

Daniel sat in his car as he drove home from the art supply store. He had been alone in the house. Well not quite alone, Gerald and Nick were in the bedroom and he got tired of hearing them grunt and groan. Actually it had turned him on and he thought it best to leave.

Next to him in the passenger seat of his old 280ZX was a very large clump of Modeling Clay. He had decided it was time he did a maquette of The Naked Surfer. He needed that as a tool for the much larger sculpture he planned to make of his lover.

He pulled up into his driveway and carried the large rectangular piece of clay into the house. Gerald and Nick stood in the kitchen making themselves some sandwiches. They both had become more comfortable with their nudity, because they didn't have clothes on, and didn't sport erections.

"Hi Daniel," Gerald said, "want a sandwich?"

"Yeah, sure, thanks. Could someone open the door to my studio?" Daniel said.

Nick ran to help and he opened to door that Daniel indicated.

"I didn't know there was a studio in the house," Nick said then he saw all of Daniel's artwork. "Ger, did you see this?"

Gerald came running. "Damn," Gerald said in awe. "You did all of these?" he asked.

"Yeah, over several years. I never showed anyone these until recently. Never thought anyone would want to, let alone pay thousands of dollars just for one. I was kind of shy until Chase brought me out of my shell," Daniel smiled.

"Yeah, I can see how he would do that," Nick said, "but I can't believe you were shy. You seem so sure of yourself. Wish I was like that."

Daniel laughed. There was a time, and not so long ago, that Daniel's insecurities would tell him that Nick was making fun of him, but he seemed to have control over that now and just took it as a compliment.

"Well, it took me a while to get here. Don't worry, hang around with us long enough, and you will have all the confidence you can handle," Daniel said with a smile.

Nick and Gerald laughed.

"Hey what's this big thing you just brought in," Gerald asked when he noticed the large clump of modeling clay.

"It's clay, I have a project I want to start. It's of Chase, surfing. I call it 'The Naked Surfer'. This will just a model, then I will do a much larger one."

"Cool, can't wait to see a naked statue of Chase," Nick laughed.

"Why, when you could see him naked right here in the flesh," Gerald laughed.

"Come on you two, let's get our sandwiches," Daniel said. He looked at the time. It was nearly 3PM and he hadn't heard from Chase.

"What's wrong," Gerald said. He saw the change in Daniel.

"I hope to god that Charlie is ok. I haven't heard from Chase since he left."

"Do you think he OD'd?" Nick asked.

"Sounds like it. Oh god, I hope he's not dead," Daniel said as he took a deep breath.

"Oh I bet he's ok," Nick said and he put his arm around Daniel in an effort to convince him Charlie would be ok.

"I hope you're right."

Just as if Daniel sent out a mental signal, the phone rang. Daniel ran to get it.

"Hello?"

"Hi babe, sorry I didn't call sooner. I'll explain later."

"No problem. How's Charlie, is he ok, I been really worried."

"He's ok now, but it was a mess. I never saw anything like it. Michael is putting him in rehab."

"Really? Good, I am glad he's doing ok, though. Will you be able to meet with Chelsea?"

"Yeah, I should, but I will probably be a bit late."

"Ok babe, I am really relieved Charlie's ok. How's Michael doing?

"He's like a rock. Reminds me of you."

Daniel laughed.

"Well take your time, if you can't make it I will handle things with Chelsea."

"Daniel, I love you."

"I love you too babe," Daniel replied. Chase's voice sounded funny and he thought he knew why. He's very close to Charlie, and Daniel figured they must have had sex or something close to it. Somehow, he didn't seem to mind or care. He felt confident that Chase loved him

"I'll see you in a little while and I will explain everything."

"Ok babe, bye," Daniel said then hung up the phone.

Daniel sat down on the couch, his two young friends came, and each sat on opposite sides next to him. They saw the stress in Daniel's face.

"You ok, Daniel?" Gerald asked as he put his arm around him," Is Charlie ok?"

"Yes, on both counts."

"You look so sad," Nick said.

"No, I'm happy actually. Charlie's ok. I love Chase and I have two really good friends who are sitting next to me trying to make me feel better. Thanks guys," Daniel said.

"Daniel, I really love you," Gerald said as he rested his head on Daniel's shoulder, "I was trying to explain this to Nicky earlier. It's not the same kind of love I feel for him, but it's powerful, mighty powerful. I hope you both understand cause I can't explain it really, not even to myself."

"Yeah, I think it's a sense of family we are feeling," Daniel said as he put his arm around Gerald's shoulder."

"Nick, you have a great guy there. He loves you very much." Daniel put his arm around Nick, too.

"I love him, too," Nick said. He leaned over Daniel, kissed Gerald, and pushed his tongue into Gerald's mouth. Daniel started to get aroused as he watched his two naked teenage friend kiss just inches from him.

"Hey, guys, I got to get ready for my appointment."

Nick and Gerald broke their kiss. Both boys also sported erections, again. Nick noticed Daniel's shorts had a bigger bulge than usual.

"I guess we all are hard. Love has a way of doing that huh?" Nick laughed.

"Yes," Daniel said, "and I better get ready before things get too out of hand."

"Damn did we turn you on that much?" Nick asked with a devilish grin on his face.

"Well, yeah, you two are very cute and I love you both, so let me up so I could adjust this hard-on you gave me and leave to meet Chelsea," Daniel said as he stood up and adjusted his erection. Daniel smiled, looked at the two naked teens, and headed for the stairs.

"Yes, damn cute," Daniel said as he walked up to his room.

"Did we really turn him on, Ger?"

"Sure the fuck did," Gerald replied as he grabbed onto Nick's hard cock and squeezed it. They got up, went into the kitchen, and began to eat their lunch.

Daniel came down the stairs a few minutes later.

"Well I am off to see Chelsea about a contractor." Daniel announced to his two naked friends, who each still had a hard-on.

"Hey what about your sandwich," Gerald asked.

"You eat it, you guys have me too horned up to eat anything but Chase's dick."

They all laughed as Daniel left the house and made a loud sigh of relief,

"Yeah, damn cute," he said to himself as he got into his car, adjusted his hard-on, once again, and drove off.

Charlie, lay in bed with Chase and Michael on either side of him. Michael rubbed Charlie's stomach then wrapped his arm completely around him. Charlie rolled over and hugged his partner. Chase could hear Charlie quietly cry, so he got out of bed and shut the door to let them have their private movement together.

He went into the kitchen, got some paper towels and cleaned the cum from his body. He smiled and thought of the intimate time he just had with Michael, but most of all with his best friend.

Chase, then put on his shorts and decided to do what Michael was about to do before the three of them made love. He got a plastic trash bag from the kitchen cabinet, then went into the bathroom to clean up the mess. He held his breath so he didn't have to inhale the stench.

Once the towels were in the trash bag, Chase got something to clean up the floor and within a few minutes it was all cleaned up.

Then he concentrated on the drugs laying on the floor in the living room. He picked up the bags of coke, and speedballs and crack, as well as the bottle of Jack Daniels and put them in the plastic trash bag with the piss and vomit soaked towels.

He went into the kitchen to get something to drink, when he heard someone knock on the front door as it slowly opened. Apparently, they didn't latch it closed when he and Michael came in.

"Charlie, I come to check up on you and I brought some good drugs!" the campy voice said. Steven Marks made the mistake of walking into Charlie's apartment and into the wrath of Chase Bell.

To Be Continued