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Recap from Chapter 22
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.
The Naked Surfer Chapter 23 by John Josept
"Charlie are you home?" Steven called out as he opened the front door and walked into more than he bargained for.
Chase stood in the kitchen and tried to control his anger, but he was Chase Bell with his father's quick temper, so it was no use. All he saw was red, blood red. He walked fast into the living room toward Steven.
"Oh look who's here, the best friend," Steven said in his usual campy style. He quickly realized what he said was a mistake when he saw the fire in Chase's eyes as Chase rushed toward him. Steven turned to try and escape, but Chase grabbed his arm, pulled him into the apartment, slammed the door shut, put his hand around Steven's neck, then smashed the back of his head against the closed door. He was in a rage.
"You nearly killed Charlie, you fucking bastard!" Chase yelled at the top of his voice, then slammed Steven's head against the door, again.
"Ow, stop, help!" Steven yelled. He started to shout something else, but Chase didn't care to hear what he said. Chase was beyond reason; we ran strictly on emotion, emotion that just wanted Steven's blood.
"Shut the fuck up!" Chase shouted as he took the back of his hand and slapped Steven across the face, then slammed his head against the door, again, then again and again. All the while, Steven screamed profanities, which just fueled Chase's anger. Steven tried to fight back, but it was no use. He was just no match for the frenzy of the young surfer.
Chase eyes were ablaze, his face was flushed, and he breathed rapidly. His left hand pressed Steven's neck against the door. He clinched his right hand into a fist, pulled back, and was about to punch in Steven's face, when he felt a firm grip on his arm.
"Don't Chase," Michael said calmly.
Michael had grabbed Chase and stopped his swing. He and Charlie heard the yells and had jumped out of bed still naked to investigate.
Chase's body quaked, "Leave me fuckin' alone Michael," Chase screamed, as his left hand tightened around Steven's neck, "I'm going to kill this bastard." Michael looked into Chase's eye and knew if he let Chase's arm go, Chase would actually carry out his threat against Steven. He would be glad to see that happen, but he didn't want his friend to get into trouble.
"He's not worth it, Chase," Michael said a bit louder to get Chase's attention.
"Chase, stop, please!" Charlie shouted, "It's not his fault, it's all mine," Charlie shouted as he stood at the bedroom door. Charlie's voice trailed off as he realized what he said was the truth.
Chase turned his head toward Charlie and let up on his grip on Steven's neck. Michael felt Chase's arm relax and he let him go. Chase shocked himself at his blind anger. He looked at his hands and they still shook uncontrollably.
Steven gasped for air and rubbed his throat. He then thought this was a good time to get away, but Michael thought otherwise. He shoved Steven back against the door, but without the force that Chase pushed upon him.
"You're not going anywhere yet, Steven," Michael said still quite calm, yet he smoldered inside. Michael pressed Stevens chest with his hand.
"I'll sue you all for assault, I'll have you arrested. I know people in high places," Steven started to rant.
"Go ahead and call the police and your people in high places, Steven. What are you going to tell them, that you were stopped from delivering your illegal drugs to my partner? Huh? Is that what you're going to tell them?" Michael said. He started to loose control, but took a deep breath and quickly gained his composure.
"You sleazy son-of-a-bitch. You and your drugs nearly killed him," Michael increased the pressure on Steven's chest.
"You better let me go if you know what's good for you," Steven said. It was difficult for him to talk with Michael's hand on his upper body. He was desperate to get out of there and would say anything, but Michael and Chase were not about to let him go just yet.
Michael looked him in the eyes, grabbed hold of the front of his shirt, and flung Steven across the room where he landed on the couch like a bag of dirty laundry.
Steven started to kick and scream furiously, when Michael came up to him. He got close to his face ... real close and put pressure on his chest, again.
"I'm going to let you go now, Steven, and if you come within 10 miles of Charlie, so help me I will hunt you down and carve out your heart and hand it to you on a platter. I'm a doctor, I know how to do it and how to prolong the pain. Keep in mind, this is not a threat, this is a promise." Steven's eyes opened wide in fear. "I will do anything to protect Charlie. Killing you would be one of them." Michael continued as he maintained his cool.
"I'm going to sue you all! My family knows lots of people," Steven screamed and tried to get up, but he couldn't move as long as Michael's strong hand continued to push on his chest. Steven struggled, but soon realized he was not able to move.
"Speaking of your family, when I heard your name I knew exactly who you were and who your father is. Your father and my father are golf buddies. Did you know that?" Michael asked, but knew full well Steven had not idea who he was. "I called my father earlier. I would guess right now he's on the golf course telling your dad how his worthless, piece-of-shit son is dealing in drugs and sucking every dick in LA."
"What? He wouldn't tell him that! He'll cut me off," Steven screeched in a panic. Now he was really scared.
"Oh, I am sure he will, Steven. I'll bet your dad will want to talk with you, real soon. You said he will cut you off, now wouldn't that be too bad. Maybe you will have to get your sorry ass out and find a job for the first time in your life, although, I don't know who would hire a looser like you."
"You fucker," Steven yelled. Michael had hit him where it hurts the most...in his wallet.
Michael smiled. "Now get the hell out of my sight and remember what I said about coming near Charlie. I would get great joy in holding your heart in my hands and squeezing it until it's a lump of rotted tissue."
"That is if I don't catch your ass first and finish off what Michael stopped me from doing just now," Chase said as he clinched his fist, but managed to control himself.
"You're crazy, you know that, you're all crazy," Steven yelled and tried to get up again. This time Michael didn't push him back down.
"Now get out of here," Michael said.
Steven looked over at Charlie's naked body as he leaned in the doorway of his bedroom with his arms crossed. Charlie watched his best friend and his partner harass and threaten the person responsible for the latest bout with drugs. Charlie knew the only one to blame was himself.
"Good-bye Charlie, I could have taken good care of you, but you prefer these crazies," Steven said defiantly. He knew he had to leave fast and try to talk to his father and try to convince him what he heard on the golf course was a lie. He couldn't survive if he had to actually punch a clock for a living.
"Get out, Steven," Charlie said.
Steven straightened his ruffled up clothes and pushed back his long stringy hair. He rubbed the bump on the back of his head caused by Chase's attack on him. He bent down and picked up his bag of illegal drugs he dropped when Chase first grabbed him.
Chase took Steven by the arm, while Michael opened the door. Chase shoved him out, then Michael slammed the door in his face. All three men stood and stared at the door in silence.
Michael smiled, "Damn, that felt good."
"Yeah, sure the hell did," Chase agreed, "but I still would have loved to punch that asshole in the face and watch him bleed."
Charlie came up to Michael and put his arms around him.
"Thank you, Michael," Charlie said then rested his head on his bare shoulder.
"I'd do anything for you babe," Michael said.
"I know ... even squeeze Steven's heart in your hands until it's a lump of rotten tissue? Did you really say that?" Charlie said and started to laugh. Michael and Chase began to laugh, too.
"Well, I think Steven got the point," Michael said while he continued to laugh with Charlie and Chase. Michael felt good that Charlie laughed. He held him tight, rubbed his back, and kissed his lips.
"Come on lets get dressed and get to the condo, baby," Michael said to Charlie. He took a deep breath.
"Could you drop me off at the new studio? It's not far from hear," Chase asked as he looked at his watch and saw it was nearly 5PM, "Daniel is going to wonder where I am."
"No problem," Michael said as he followed Charlie into the bedroom to get dressed. Chase went into the bedroom with them.
Charlie looked at his best friend, then hugged, and kissed him on the lips.
"Thank you bro, for being here for me," Charlie said.
"Always have and always will be," Chase said as he kissed Charlie back, "you better get dressed." Chase had looked down and saw Charlie's dick was hard again.
"You horn dog," Chase said as they both laughed.
He let go of his best friend and Michael gave Chase a hug and a kiss on the lips as well.
"Thanks, Chase, and I hope that what we did on the bed earlier, didn't freak you out too much."
"No, it's just what I needed. It felt good to be with Charlie and you. It felt right," Chase said as he looked at Charlie.
All three were now fully aroused. Charlie and Michael were still naked and their big dicks pointed out in front of them.
"Next time we will have to have Daniel with us," Michael said with a grin.
"Yeah, I think he would like that," Chase said. Then he kissed Michael again and grabbed his dick. He moved to Charlie kissed him one more time while he held onto his erection.
"I love you, Chase."
"Yeah, back at ya," Chase said, his hard dick began to show a precum stain where the tip of his cock pushed the fabric of his shorts. "I got to get out of this room and let you two dress or we will start all over again," Chase laughed then turned and left the bedroom, closing the door behind him.
Chase went into the kitchen, got a glass and filled it with water from the tap, and drank it down. He filled it again and finished off the second glass. His mouth was very dry and his throat was raw from his encounter with Steven. It bothered him that he lost his temper as much as he did. He took a deep breath.
He didn't want to think of what could have happened to Charlie. The vision of him lying on the bathroom floor in his mess, was permanently engrain in his memory. It's a sight he would never forget and hoped he would never see again.
He went into the living room and picked up the coffee table that was still on its side. He picked up the remnants of the shattered telephone. He needed to keep his mind busy.
Chase picked up the trash bag with the drugs and the towels that cleaned up Charlie's mess and take it out to the large trash bin behind the apartment building. He walked outside and took a deep breath. The air was fresh or maybe it was the fact he had a smile on his face. He felt happy that Michael was in Charlie's life and that he would see to it that Charlie would stay off of drugs after he got out of the Betty Ford Clinic. He stood outside for a while. The sun was shinning and it warmed his body. He wished he were naked at his secret beach surfing the waves while Daniel lay on the sand and watched him. Instead, he sat on the steps of the apartment and just absorbed the sun. He longed to be home with his lover in his arms.
Meanwhile back in the bedroom, Michael and Charlie were locked in an embrace. Both were still aroused and their tongues found their way into each other's mouths.
Michael let go of Charlie's lips and tongue, slid down on his knees, and rubbed his face along Charlie's body as he did. His hands slid down Charlie's back and latched on to his ass cheeks. He opened his mouth and swallowed all of his lover's big dick.
"Oh fuck," Charlie gasped.
Michael grunted and moved in and out, fast and furious, on Charlie's very rigid member. He wanted to taste his lover's cum and he wanted it right away.
"Oh god, Michael, I'm going to cum," Charlie said breathlessly, surprised he reached his orgasm so quickly. As he said this, his sperm shot from his dick into his lover's mouth and down his throat. Michael pumped faster as Charlie's spunk continued to pour into his mouth. He loved the taste, not because he was particularly fond of the taste of sperm, but because it came from Charlie.
Michael's lips continued to hold onto Charlie's dick even though he was spent. Finally he let Charlie's dick slide from his mouth, then he stood up and brought his lips to Charlie's. When Charlie opened his mouth, Michael deposited a mouthful of cum on his tongue. Charlie swallowed his own spunk and continued to kiss his partner as cum dripped down both lovers' chins.
A short time later, Chase walked back up to the apartment just as Charlie and Michael walked out of the bedroom completely dressed.
"I dumped all that crap in the trash, including the drugs," Chase said and stared at Charlie's reaction. Charlie sighed; his body craved the drugs that were callously tossed away. Michael saw the look on his partner's face and put his arm around him.
"You ok, babe?" Michael asked.
"Yeah, let's go start my new life," Charlie said with a half smile. He knew the next morning he would have to leave for the clinic and hoped he could go through with it. The thought that he would move in with Michael made him feel it would be all worth whatever was in store for him.
Chase and Michael smiled at Charlie's positive attitude and walked out of the apartment. Charlie didn't look back.
Nick and Gerald sat on the floor in the living room of Nick's house while they played video games on the TV. Nick had Playstation 2 and read of a Playstation 3 that was about to come out sometime before Christmas. He talked Gerald's ears off about the virtues of the new Playstation 3 over the old Playstation 2.
Nick had several of the latest games for his Playstation 2 and was an expert at it at them all. He was surprised that Gerald, who never played any video games before, picked up on it so quickly and was pretty good at it, too...just not as good as him.
"Got ya," Nick yelled. A loud groan came from the TV game as the bloodied head of one of Gerald's warrior flew in the air.
"OH!," Gerald yelled as Nick killed off his last ninja.
Gerald put down his controller, jumped on Nick, pinned his arms to the floor and straddled him.
"I'll teach you to kill off my ninjas," Gerald joked as he jumped up and down on Nick's stomach and caused Nick to yell out. But the much stronger Nick, tensed up his ab muscles and flipped him around where he was now on top.
"You're mine, young warrior, to do with as I please, ha, ha, ha," Nick said in a deep tone.
"Oh please sir, don't hurt me," Gerald mocked in an exaggerated high-toned voice.
"Right now, what would please me, your master, is to fuck your ass," Nick said in his best warlord voice.
Gerald looked up at Nick, "Let's go to the bedroom."
"No, I want to fuck you right here on the floor," Nick said in his normal voice, then leaned down, and kissed his boyfriend.
"What about Donnie? What if he comes home?" Gerald said after Nick released his tongue.
"Then he gets to see us fuck, young warrior, ha, ha, ha," Nick said in his warlord voice again and started to take off his shirt, "besides, he has a double shift again and won't be home until late tonight."
Nick stood up and let his pants fall to the floor. His thick 7-inch dick pointed out hard in front of him. Gerald grinned from ear to ear and in seconds was out of his clothes and on his knees in front of Nick. He looked up at his handsome boyfriend's muscular body. He grabbed Nick's balls, and swallowed his dick.
"Fuck babe, god," Nick moaned, "love that mouth of yours."
Gerald sucked faster and faster, but Nick pulled his dick from Gerald's mouth, ran into the bedroom, and came back to the living room with a bottle of lube in his hand.
"You sure we will be ok here and not in the bedroom?" Gerald asked.
Nick didn't reply he just buried his tongue into Gerald's mouth again, and pushed him down on his back and laid on top of him. With his knees, he spread Gerald's legs apart. Nick knelt between his legs, smiled at Gerald, then grabbed his legs and pushed them high over Gerald's head. Nick put his hard lube slicked cock at Gerald's rosebud and pushed in until his balls rested in Gerald's ass crack.
"Oh yeah, babe," Gerald whispered as Nick's dick opened him up.
Nick began to push in and out of Gerald's hole, then forced Gerald's ass high in the air. Nick was on his feet as he plowed into his boyfriend's hole.
"Fuck, babe," Gerald said as he felt Nick's dick go deeper inside him.
"Oh, God, Ger, I love you," Nick said. His legs were spread wide as he continued to work his boyfriend's butt.
"Cum inside me, Nicky," Gerald yelled.
Just as Nick's dick was ready to shoot his load, the front door swung wide open.
"What the fuck is going on?!" Donnie yelled out.
Michael's Lexus pulled up in front of the studio where Daniel, Chelsea, and the contractor stood.
"Hey, there's Chase," Daniel said, "Charlie's in the car too. I will be right back." Daniel walked to the car and got there just as Chase got out.
"Hi babe, you ok?" Daniel whispered then kissed his lover.
"Yeah, I'm ok now," Chase replied. Daniel looked at his lover and had a feeling there was something else that bothered him, something other than Charlie.
Daniel turned his attention to Charlie.
"Hi Michael," Daniel said as he opened the car door so he could hug his friend.
"Hi Daniel," Michael replied.
Daniel put his arms around Charlie.
"You're going to be ok, Charlie," Daniel said as he tried to hold back tears.
"Thanks Daniel, you're a good friend," Charlie said as he put his arms around him, then kissed him on the lips. Daniel looked at Charlie and saw tears running down his face. Charlie felt embarrassed. The lack of drugs had left his emotions vulnerable.
"I been crying a lot the past couple days," Charlie said as Daniel wiped Charlie's tears with his hands.
"It's been an emotional time, Charlie," Daniel said and kissed his friend again.
"We better go," Michael said and squeezed his partner's hand; "I'll give you guys a call tomorrow ok?"
"Yeah, let us know how things go," Daniel said as he backed out of the car. Chase stepped in and hugged his brother tight. Nothing was said.
Chase stepped away from the car and closed the door. Michael put the car in gear and drove away. Daniel and Chase stared at the car until it turned a corner and disappeared.
Daniel put his arm around Chase's shoulders as they slowly walked over to Chelsea and the contractor.
"Chase," Chelsea said with sympathy in her voice, "is Charlie going to be ok?" She kissed him on both cheeks.
"Yeah, when he comes out of Betty Ford, he will be. By the way, I almost killed your best client, Steven Marks. He's the one who supplied Charlie with the drugs."
"That bastard; hell with him, he won't be allowed in my gallery again. Oh where are my manners, Chase Bell this is Noah Jordan of Noah Jordan Construction. He just showed us some fabulous plans to turn this building into studios for you both."
"Hi Chase," Noah said and shook Chase's hand.
"Hey, Noah, I've seen your trucks all around the South Bay," Chase said.
"Yeah, we kinda have our hands in everything," Noah admitted, "I hope you like the plans and that the proposal is within your budget."
Chase looked at the man in front of him. He was tall about 6 ft. 4 in. with broad shoulders. Chase guessed he was about 45 years old. He definitely was ruggedly handsome with his dark hair that was covered by a baseball hat with the insignia of Noah Jordan Construction.
"Daniel did you look at it?"
"Yeah, Chase I did."
Daniel noticed that Chase was not in the mood for this right now and so did Chelsea.
"I tell you what Noah, let's let the boys go home, look at the plans, and talk things over while you and I go over the proposal. Is that ok with you guys?"
"Yeah, thanks Chelsea," Chase said as he hugged her and she kissed him on the cheeks.
"Charlie's going to be ok," Chelsea whispered as she cupped her hands on Chase's cheeks, then said her goodbyes to Daniel in the same way.
"Nice meeting you Noah, sorry about running off like this," Chase said. He sounded tired. What happened at Charlie's apartment took a lot of his energy.
"Come on let's go to the car and get you home," Daniel said, "Bye for now Noah," Daniel said.
"Oh speaking of cars," Chelsea shouted to them as they headed for Daniel's old 280ZX, "next week we go car shopping."
Daniel smiled, "Ok, Chelsea, we'll talk about that later." Daniel felt they were spending way too much money.
They got to Daniel's car and got in. Chase slouched down, leaned his head back against the seat, and put his bare feet on the dashboard.
"You ok babe," Daniel asked as he started the car. He still felt something else was on Chase's mind.
"Yeah," is all Chase said. He was worried about Charlie and if he was strong enough to undergo detox and all the agony of getting off drugs.
It didn't take long to get back to the house. It was a warm evening, so they both removed their shirts as they walked into the living room.
Chase lay down on the sofa and Daniel sat next to him. Chase moved into position where his head lay on his lover's lap. Daniel stroked Chase's hair with one hand and rubbed his stomach with the other, while Chase rubbed the back of his hand over Daniel's muscular chest.
"You should have seen him Daniel, when we got there. I thought he was dead. He was laying on the bathroom floor in his piss, and vomit was all over him."
"Jesus," Daniel gasped.
"We cleaned him in the shower. I held him up while Michael washed him," Chase continued, "by the time we got him out, he was feeling better."
"Good," Daniel said, but he felt Chase had more to tell him.
"Daniel."
"Yeah, babe."
"Our emotions were running pretty high and well..."
"You made love, right?" Daniel completed Chase's sentence.
"Yeah, I hope you understand."
"I do babe," Daniel said as he stroked Chase's head. Daniel's insecurities tried desperately tried to get in, but he didn't allow that to happen.
"I love you, Daniel."
"Yeah, I know. I love you too," Daniel smiled.
"Daniel, I did something else that has me scared," Chase said with a frown on his face.
"What did you do?" Daniel said while he stroked Chase's hair again.
Chase hesitated, "When Steven walked into Charlie's apartment...I lost it babe. I smashed his head against the door, over and over, and slapped his face. I wanted to see him dead. If Michael hadn't stopped me...I think I would have killed him. Shit Daniel, my body; was shaking I was so pissed. All I wanted to do was beat on his ass. Oh God, Daniel, I'm like my fucking old man."
Daniel didn't say anything at first. He figured this was the other thing that was on Chase's mind. He knew Chase had a quick temper, but he hadn't seen any evidence of anything like his father.
"This isn't like what your father did to you. This guy Steven nearly caused Charlie's death. Your dad just beat you for the hell of it."
"The result was the same, Daniel," Chase said, "What if I loose my temper with you?"
"I'll just have to kick your ass," Daniel joked as he ran his fingers through his lover's hair again, then pinched his nipple.
Chase smiled as he started at his lover's hard chest and rubbed the back of this hand over Daniel's muscular arm; but he was still worried about his behavior.
"Hon, if it's bothering you that much, then seek help. Ask Michael what he thinks."
"Michael has enough on his mind right now."
"Well maybe the diversion, will do him good."
Chase lay silent for a bit. He didn't want to talk or think about it anymore.
"I'm thirsty, want a beer?" Chase said and sat up, leaned into Daniel and kissed him passionately on the lips. Daniel returned the passion.
He didn't push the subject on his partner. He knew Chase would take care of it when it felt right.
"I'll take a beer, too." Daniel said as they stood up.
It was then that Gerald came into the house. He looked at Daniel with a worried face, then walked toward him and put his arms around him and laid his head on his shoulders. Chase walked back into the living room with the beers, and saw Gerald, practically in tears. Daniel gave Chase a quizzical look.
"What's wrong bud?" Chase asked.
"Are you ok?" Daniel added.
"Donnie walked in on Nicky and me while we were having sex," Gerald said with his head still on Daniel's shoulder.
"Oh fuck," Chase said.
"What did he do?" Daniel asked.
"He started to yell and Nick thought he was going to hit me and he pushed Donnie. They started shoving each other and Donnie said some shitty things to me and that made Nicky madder and he took a swing at Donnie. Nicky told me to leave quick, so I put my clothes on and left. I don't want them fighting because of me, Daniel."
"Jesus Christ," Chase said.
"I think Nicky connected with that punch," Gerald said.
"Well, we'll let things cool down a bit and then get in touch with Donnie to find out what the hell is going on," Daniel said a bit irritated.
"Yeah, don't worry bud. Donnie a good guy, he'll come around," Chase said.
"But what he said was right, I am just a 'fucking street hustler'."
"He said that?" Chase asked.
"Yeah, and a lot more."
"Gerald, that part of your life is gone. Your life is here now and it's going to be a good life," Daniel said as he rubbed his young friends back.
"I love Nicky. I don't know if I can do it without him."
"Gerald, don't jump to conclusions, ok? We'll talk with Donnie, later," Daniel scolded.
"I know, I guess," Gerald said. He wanted to think things would be ok, but he had so many disappointments in his young life, it would be difficult for him to think otherwise.
"Come on," Chase said, "you want a beer?"
Gerald smiled, "Yeah, I would like that," then followed Chase to the kitchen, but still stared at Daniel.
"Hey you perving for my boyfriend," Chase joked as he opened the top of the bottle and handed it to his underage friend.
Gerald blushed and figured he better talk with Chase about what he felt for Daniel. He took a big drink of his beer.
"Look, Chase, I want you to understand something. I know when I came in, I put my arms around Daniel," Gerald started, "but it's just I think ... I mean I feel ... hell I don't know what I mean. Daniel treats me like, well," Gerald hesitated. Chase knew what Gerald wanted to say. "I know we had sex and I am sorry that happened but, damn Chase, I look up to Daniel and I don't want anything to stop that and I don't want you to think I am trying anything you wouldn't want me to. I just feel ... I don't know, maybe I feel...safe, like he's my old man or something." Gerald continued to ramble on and on.
"Hey, hey," Chase said, "I know what you mean. I was just joking at ya, besides, Gerald you're family now. This is your home and,...well I feel like you're my kid brother."
Gerald smiled, "I think I like that, big bro," Gerald kidded. He hesitated then continued very seriously.
"Chase, Donnie said some really bad things about me and I am not sure if he's wrong. 'Once a street kid, always a street kid,' he said to me. Nick took a swing at him at that too. I hate it that he and Nicky are fighting."
"Brother's fight. I know I consider Charlie my brother and hell we fight all the time, sometimes with our fists. And Gerald, you're not living on the street anymore, so you ain't a street kid, not if Daniel and I have anything to say about it."
"I used to have a close friend like that when I was on the street," Gerald said as he took another drink of his beer. "He would tell me there was something better waiting for me somewhere and that I didn't belong selling my body on Santa Monica Blvd. He used to look after me all the time. I told Nicky about him and I think he got jealous cause Ryan and I used to have sex."
"Were you in love with this guy Ryan?"
"Nah, we just liked having sex with each other," Gerald laughed. "I miss him a lot."
"Do you know where he's at?"
"No, I hadn't seen him since before Andreas."
"Well, maybe someday we will head into West Hollywood and look for him, you never know."
"You'd do that for me?"
"Hell, what are brothers for," Chase said and laughed. He put his beer down on the counter, then put Gerald in a headlock, gave him a nuggy on top of his head, then let go. They both started to laugh. Then Gerald got serious again.
"I want Nicky to be part of the family," Gerald said as the walked back into the living room.
That's when Nick came into the house. Gerald went up to him and held him in his arms.
"Hi, guys," Nick said to Daniel and Chase.
"I'm sorry, Ger," Nick said, "I can't believe Donnie said those things."
"I don't want you to fight with him Nicky. He's right I am a no good street hustler."
"No you're not anymore," Nick said as he held Gerald tighter, "you're with me now and I won't let anyone talk about you like that, not even Donnie." Gerald felt good and kissed Nick on the lips.
"Look Gerald," Daniel added, "That life is behind you now, so stop thinking of yourself as a fucking hustler."
"I guess," Gerald said.
"I can't go back there," Nick said, "Do you think I could stay here for a few days until Donnie gets it through his hard head that Ger and I are for real and nothing he says will change that?" he asked Daniel and Chase.
"Yeah, sure," Chase said after Daniel shook his head in agreement.
"Look you two go into Gerald's room. Chase and I will give Donnie a call and let him know you are going to stay here until he calms down," Daniel said.
"Thanks. Sorry I am pushing myself on you like this," Nick said.
"You're not. Gerald wants you to be part of our family and family is always welcome in this house," Daniel said. Nick smiled and put his arm around his boyfriend, as Gerald led him into the bedroom.
"What should you say to Donnie," Daniel asked.
"I'd like to say he's a fucking asshole for what he's doing to his brother and Gerald," Chase smiled, "but these straight guys wouldn't understand."
Chase picked up the phone and punched in his number.
"Hello?" Donnie said and held an ice pack on his cheek where Nick connected with a punch.
"Hey, Donnie, it's me Chase."
"I'm such a fucking jerk," Donnie said. "I take it Nick's there and told you what happened."
"Yeah, they're both here. Nick wants to stay here for a few days until you calm down."
"Shit, I said some things I shouldn't have, but damn Chase, he's hooked himself up with that fucking hustler and he's going to hurt Nick, I know it."
"Well, I don't agree with that, Donnie. Gerald's a good kid that has had a lot of bad breaks. Daniel and I are trying to turn things around for him."
"I don't know if that could happen," Donnie still insisted. He was a cop and he had seen street kids go from bad to worse.
"Donnie, he loves Nick very much and Nick loves him just as much. If you try to keep them apart, you will loose Nick. I don't think either one of you want that."
"He's just a kid, he'll come around."
"Donnie, I guarantee if Nick has to decide between you or Gerald he will pick Gerald. That's how much they love each other. You have not seen them together. I think you need to spend time with them."
"I don't know if I could. The thought of him having sex with a guy really got to me."
"So it's not Gerald, it's the fact that Nick is gay, that's the problem."
"I thought I could handle it, but I can't. When I walked in and saw Nick fucking that kid in the ass, I almost got sick to my stomach."
"Get used to it Donnie or you will loose your brother. Even if Gerald wasn't in his life, there would be another guy and that is one way we make love to each other. If you caught him fucking a girl, you would have given him a Hi-Five and said 'Go bro', right?"
"Probably," Donnie admitted, "What am I to do, Chase," Donnie said confused as ever.
"Well, let Nick stay here for a while and see how you both feel."
"School starts next week and football practice starts tomorrow."
"We'll see to it that he gets to school and football practice. Maybe we will enroll Gerald in high school, too."
"Yeah, whatever, I got to get back on duty. I will call Nick tonight. And Chase,"
"Yeah."
"Tell Nick I love him."
"Tell him yourself when you talk to him tonight."
"Yeah, I guess, bye."
"Bye"
They both hung up the phone. Chase turned to Daniel, "This is going to be a hard sell. Donnie is more fucking homophobic than I thought."
Daniel took his lover in his arms, "You gave Donnie a lot to think about, again. You know, like I said before, if this photography thing doesn't work out you should consider becoming a counselor. You're pretty good at it." Daniel smiled.
"Yeah, I am pretty good at it, ain't I?" Chase joked.
Nick and Gerald lay in bed fully clothed, and held on to each other. They heard most of what Chase said to Donnie. Nick felt upset and just held Gerald tighter. He loved his brother, but he loved Gerald more. He was just as confused as Donnie.
Nick lifted Gerald's chin, kissed his lips, and pulled him into him. He became aroused, ran his hand down to Gerald's crotch, and rubbed his hard cock through his jeans.
"I love you, Ger," he said, "do ya wanta finish what we were doing before Donnie walked in on us?"
Gerald didn't say anything he just kissed his boyfriend and ran his hand under Nick's shirt. The touch of his boyfriend's muscular chest sent shivers through his body.
Nick ran his hand up Gerald's shirt, slowly feeling his lover's defined abs. He stopped at his right nipple and flicked it with his finger, then moved to his left tit and pinched it hard. Gerald moaned with pleasure.
Nick sat up and pulled off his shirt, then grabbed Gerald shirt and pulled it over his head. Nick stared at his boyfriend as he lay there. He smiled then leaned down and began to lick Gerald's neck. He moved down to his nipple and ran his tongue around it. His hand held onto Gerald's hard cock that strained through his jeans.
Gerald started to unbuckle his belt, but Nick stopped him.
"Let me do that, Ger. I like taking off your clothes."
Gerald smiled and let Nick do what he wanted to do.
Nick finished with Gerald's belt, unbuttoned his jeans, and pulled his them down and Gerald's hard cock sprang out and pointed to the ceiling.
"I love how you look naked. You're so hot. God I want to fuck you so bad and no one will interrupt us this time," Nick panted as he got up and removed the rest of his clothes and got back on the bed.
"Fuck me, Nicky," Gerald said as he lifted his legs far over his head. Nick spread them apart and leaned in between them and kissed his lover and rubbed his cock in the crack of Gerald's ass.
"God that feels good," Gerald groaned, "fuck me, please."
"Oh yeah," Nick said as he knelt back up and reached in the night table drawer and got out the bottle of lube. He poured a large amount directly on his hand and Gerald watched as he spread it over his cock and jacked it to make sure it was good and hard.
Nick breathed hard and fast, he leaned into Gerald, put his dick to Gerald rosebud, and pushed all the way in.
"Fuck you always feel good inside me, Nicky."
"Yeah, you feel good too babe and no one is here that will interrupt me from fucking you and cumming in your ass," Nick said with a smile and he began his in and out motion. He pushed hard inside Gerald ass, causing him to moan loudly.
"Oh god, Nicky, yeah, fuck," Gerald called out as Nick pumped faster and faster.
"Ger... fuck ... I'm going to cum, can't hold it," Nick said desperately. His adolescent hormones were on overdrive.
"Cum in me baby, yeah," Gerald called out just as his own orgasm shot like a rocket out of his dick and onto his face, chest and stomach.
"Ahhhhhhh," Nick yelled out as he shot load after teenage load inside Gerald tight ass. Cum overflowed inside Gerald and oozed out and onto the sheet.
"Fuck," Nick shouted again as the last of his spunk entered his lover's ass.
"Push more, Nicky, I love how you feel, fuck," Gerald called out, then Nick gave one last push and collapsed on top of Gerald and let the cum smear between their bodies.
Gerald put his arms around Nick and ran his hands up and down Nick's back. Nick's dick was still hard and still rested inside Gerald pucker. Both boys were silent for a while in order to catch their breath.
"No one will ever stop us from making love again," Nick panted then removed his dick from Gerald, "not even Donnie."
Chase and Daniel had gone up to their bedroom and were curled up in the spoon position on one of the big overstuffed chairs while they watched the people on The Strand. Chase rubbed Daniel's hairy chest, then kissed his neck.
Chase got up from the chair and put his hand out to Daniel, "Come with me," he said.
"Where?" Daniel asked as he got up.
"You'll see," Chase said as he gave Daniel the "evil eye" and led him into the bathroom. Daniel's dick got hard and poked at his shorts.
"Hmmm," Daniel said as he grabbed his lover and kissed him. Chase pushed away from him and undid Daniel's shorts and let them fall to the floor. He stood there naked, hard, and ready for his lover's attention.
"Now your turn," Daniel said. Chase took off his shorts and they both stood naked with the tip of their dicks pointed at each other.
"Stand in the shower and wet your body," Chase ordered, seductively.
Daniel ran the back of his hand over Chase's hard cock, then stepped into the shower, turned on the water and wet his entire body. He figured Chase had something in particular planned for their lovemaking. He closed his eyes as he put his head under the spray. "You coming in babe?" Daniel asked still under the showerhead. Chase didn't reply.
Daniel's cock was fully erect as he ran his hands over this body in anticipation of what was to come. He stepped out from under that spray and opened his eyes. Chase stood in front of him with a broad grin on his face, a razor in one hand, and a can of shaving cream in the other.
"Ready Daniel?" Chase said all smiles.
"Oh Fuck!" Daniel said, "You want to shave my body now? But I thought we..."
"Yeah, babe, I want to take some more pictures of you, but I want your body shaved."
"Can't we talk about this some more?"
"Nope," Chase said as he shook the can of shave cream and squirted a large glob of the white foam in his hand. Daniel's dick went soft.
"Let's see we'll do your upper body first," Chase said and he spread the cream on Daniel. He took the razor and began to stroke it over Daniel's chest.
"Hope I don't cut off a nipple," Chase joked.
"Oh Shit," Daniel said. He was nervous, but had faith in his lover that he wouldn't hurt him. He did have his doubts though about the whole shaving idea; although, he did find it rather erotic and his cock rose to full hard again.
"Enjoying yourself I see," Chase said as he watched Daniel's erection grow. Daniel didn't say anything he just smiled and held his breath.
After he finished with Daniel's chest, Chase spread more shave cream on his abs and let the razor glide smoothly over each ridge of his six-pack. Daniel still held his breath and Chase had a broad grin on his face. Several minutes later Chase had Daniel's chest and stomach shaved.
When Chase got down to Daniel's pubic hair he got a pair of scissors from the drawer by the sink and trimmed around his dick, but still left the bush full. He didn't want to shave his pubic hair, just give it a nice neat look.
Chase squirted more shave cream in his hand, lifted Daniel's dick that was still hard, and applied the cream to Daniel's scrotum.
"You're going to shave my balls?" Daniel asked wide-eyed.
"Yeah, spread your legs and don't move. I don't want to cut off your dick," Chase joked as he got down on his knees. Now Daniel started to get really nervous.
"You ok, babe, you look a bit shook," Chase laughed as he brought the razor to Daniel's ball sack.
"Hmm, I do tend to get a little jumpy when someone has a sharp object running over my balls," Daniel said as he tried not to laugh, but Chase couldn't hold it in. He started to laugh uncontrollably, but he did remember to remove the razor from Daniel's balls, first.
"Now be serious," Daniel said as he continued to laugh.
Chase gained control and brought the razor back toward Daniel's sack, but burst out laughing again; which caused Daniel to laugh as well.
After a few more futile attempts, Chase finally was able to finish the job.
"Now your legs and I want to shave the hairs in your ass crack, too, not that it's that hairy, but I want your crack as smooth as your ass cheeks."
Chase continued by shaving Daniel's legs first. The hair on his firm thighs and calves were not very thick, but Chase wanted them completely hairless.
"Ok now turn around and bend over and spread your ass cheeks so I could get that hair off. We may have to wax some of your body too, especially this ass crack," Chase joked.
"I don't think so," Daniel said seriously, "shaving is one thing, but waxing my asshole is out of the question." Daniel smiled, but he was dead serious about the waxing.
Reluctantly, he bent over and spread his cheeks and Chase put a thin coat of the shave cream around his hole. Daniel held his breath as he felt the sharp blade slide around his rosebud. He said to himself over and over, "Chase wouldn't hurt me, Chase wouldn't hurt me, Chase wouldn't hurt me."
Chase was true to his word and didn't leave a scratch on his lover's perfect body.
"Now rinse off," Chase said.
Daniel stood under the shower and let the residue of the shaving cream wash from his body. He turned around, bent over, and let the shower wash the shave crème from his butt. He turned to face Chase.
"Well, what do I look like," Daniel said worried he looked like one of those hairless dogs with the tuft of hair on top is head.
Chase stood there with his mouth open, then said, "Fuck babe, you just keep getting hotter; your body, its...its..."
Chase couldn't say anything else; he ran his hands over Daniel's smooth upper body, then grabbed his smooth balls. Daniel jumped. His body felt more sensitive without the hair. Chase's touch was more erotic than ever. Both men were amazed at how sensual it felt.
Chase was over come with lust. He pulled Daniel into him and kissed him hard and devoured his tongue. He got down on his knees and swallowed Daniel cock while he rubbed his partner's smooth chest and abs with one hand and his hairless ballsack with the other. Daniel gasped at the feel of his hairless scrotum as his lover fondled it.
"Oh damn, babe," Daniel said, "this feels so ... fuck."
Chase grunted in agreement, but didn't let Daniel's dick from his mouth. He continue to suck on his dick and the hand that fondled his balls moved slow in between Daniel legs and to his smooth ass crack.
"Damn that feels nice," Chase said as he dropped Daniel's rock hard cock from his mouth.
"You should feel it from this end," Daniel said. Even his asshole felt more sensitive.
"Let's go on the bed," Chase said as he got off his knees and grabbed a towel.
"Let me do that for you," Chase said as he began to dry his lover's body then himself.
Daniel looked down and thought how odd it looked without the hair on his chest, but liked how sensual it felt when Chase touched him.
They walked into the bedroom and Daniel laid down on his back. Chase stared at Daniel's perfect body for a second then lay on top of him. Their lips and tongues met as they kissed. Chase began to run his tongue down Daniel's smooth body. He licked Daniel's chest and ran his tongue around his nipples, first the left, then the right one.
His tongue moved down and ran smoothly through the valley of Daniel's abs.
"Fuck babe," Daniel gasped. He was overcome on how this new sensation thrilled his entire body.
Chase grabbed onto Daniel's legs, pushed them up, and looked at his lover's hairless asscrack.
"Fuck Daniel, that looks good enough to eat," Chase joked and leaned down, ran his tongue around the outside of Daniel's rosebud, then plunged it into his hole.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh," Daniel moaned. "Fuck," he said as Chase pushed his tongue deep inside his extra sensitive hole.
With his tongue still in Daniel ass, Chase began to jack Daniel's dick. Chase moaned loudly with his mouth over Daniel's pink pucker.
"Oh, fuck, Chase," Daniel gasped as Chase burrowed deeper into Daniel's smooth hairless hole. Chase moaned and Daniel sensitive pucker felt the vibration from the moan.
"Damn, do that again," Daniel cried with delight.
Chase moaned over and over while he continued to beat off his lover.
"Stop," Daniel said, "too close to cumming."
Chase pulled his tongue from Daniel's rosebud and stopped beating him off.
"I gotta fuck that hole now," Chase panted and wiped his mouth with his hand, then reached into the night table drawer and got the lube.
With the bottle of lube in his hand, he stopped and stared at his lover's hot body, again, then ran his hand over Daniel chest.
"You are so...fucking...god damn, I love you," Chase said at a lose for words, "your body, god damn look at you."
He slicked his dick with the lube and pushed Daniel's legs up and over his head. Daniel's hole was still wet from Chase's tongue attack as he put his rigid pole against it. Daniel jumped and smiled at his lover.
"Put it in, babe," Daniel said lovingly. Chase pushed and slid all the way into his partner.
"Fuck, Daniel," Chase gasped as he leaned down, rested his body between Daniel's outstretched legs and kissed him with all the passion he could muster. The touch of his own smooth chest against Daniel's now smooth chest sent a wave of passion though his body. He lifted his dick half way out of Daniel's ass, then plunged back into him.
"Oh, god," Daniel cried out as Chase pumped his ass over and over.
"Fuck me baby, now, hard," Daniel yelled.
Chase got back on his knees and pulled Daniel's hips, which forced his dick deeper into his lover and began to pound his hole with the force that Daniel loved. He knew he was close to his orgasm and grabbed onto Daniel dick and began to jack it again. Daniel breathed hard as he tried to control his orgasm.
"Oh babe," Chase said breathlessly, "I gotta cum inside that ass of yours now. God, you look so fucking hot!"
"Go for it," Daniel panted, "Oh Chase, fuck."
Just as Daniel said that, a gush of cum shot from his big hard cock while at the same time, Chase's dick blasted his load inside his lover's smooth hole.
"Oh fuck," Both young men cried out as their spunk blast exploded out their rigid members.
Long strings of his white goo landed over Daniel's smooth chest and abs, then dribbled over Chase's hand that still had a very firm grip on Daniel's member.
Chase gave one last hard push inside Daniel as the last of his sperm overflowed his hole.
Chase let go of Daniel's softened dick and let it plopp on his abs. Chase stared at Daniel's hard cum covered body and licked his hand clean, while he stared into Daniel's eyes. He leaned down and ran his tongue through the cum on Daniel's smooth abs and smiled as it glided unobstructed by the hair that used to be on his lovers body.
He collapsed on top of lover and kissed him hard with all the left over passion he could pull from his exhausted body. They lay together for a while to catch their breaths.
"So, I take it you like how I look with a shaved body," Daniel said still a bit out of breath. He knew full well how Chase felt. He repeated it several time as they made love, but he wanted to hear it again, to reassure himself that what they did was something good. Daniel's insecurities tried desperately to take over and he tired just as hard to keep them at bay. He was the master of his emotions now and he wasn't willing to give that up.
"You're amazing, Daniel," Chase said as he rolled off his lover, "Just when I think I've seen it all, something like this happens. God, I love how you look without the hair. Not that I didn't love how you looked with the hairy chest, but now I can see every muscle and every ripple on your body and I licked your ass and had no hair in my mouth," Chase laughed as he ran his hand over Daniel's cum covered abs.
"Holy Shit, babe, your 6 pack is really an 8 pack," Chase said as he pointed out the extra pair of ab muscles just above Daniel's pelvis.
Daniel lifted his head up and looked where Chase touched, "Damn, look at that," Daniel laughed as Chase kissed Daniel's newly discovered muscle group, then moved up to his lips.
Chase looked lovingly into Daniel's dark brown eyes, kissed his lips, and said, "I'm hungry, let's go to Scotties."
Daniel laughed on how fast Chase could change subjects, especially when it came to food, "Do you think the boys would want to eat?"
"Duh, their teenagers," Chase answered.
They got out of bed and went into the bathroom to clean the cum from their bodies.
"Just put on your shorts and not your shirt just yet," Chase said as they started to dress up, "I want to see the boys reaction to how you look."
"Oh Chase, don't you think you're getting carried away?"
"Yeah, I sure am, but I want everyone to see you babe, Chase said as took Daniel in his arms. "God I can't wait to take your pictures. I hope Chelsea has that studio rented so I could take some studio pictures of you...for the book." Chase smiled.
"Yes, of course, the book," Daniel smirked as he broke their embrace and put on his shorts, grabbed his T-Shirt, but didn't put it on.
"Come on, let show you off to the boys." Chase looked at Daniel again and tugged his shorts down just a bit to make sure all eight ab muscles showed.
Chase and Daniel walked slowly down the stairs. Gerald and Nick were on the couch all cuddled up naked, as they watched the little TV in the living room. They had listened to Chase and Daniel while they had sex and both boys were still hard.
"Hey, guys, take a look," Chase said as he pointed to his partner.
Daniel stood in front of Gerald and Nick and felt very self-conscious until Nick spoke up.
"Holy Shit, Daniel, wow!" Nick exclaimed.
"Daniel, you look fucking great," Gerald said as he got up and touched Daniel's abs. He didn't even try to hide his erection. "Hey, you got an 8 pack," Gerald noticed, as did Chase.
"That's a great look," Nick said as he tried to hide his erection, but he was naked and that was very difficult for him to do.
Daniel started to be aroused himself and thought it best to put on his shirt and pull up his shorts.
"Hey, we're going to Scotties," Daniel said to change the subject, "Why don't you guys get dressed and come along. I bet you are pretty hungry."
"Yeah, sure would," Gerald said and they headed for the bedroom to get their clothes. Their hard dicks swung back and forth as they walked from the living room.
Gerald and Nick quickly dressed up. Gerald grabbed his wallet and as they made their way out of the bedroom, he checked his wallet to make sure there was money in it. From there, they all left the house and walked down The Strand to Scotties.
The restaurant was pretty busy and they had to wait about 15 minutes before they got a table. When they did, the boys ordered burgers and fries, while Daniel ordered the meatloaf again and Chase ordered Chicken Strips.
"Don't forget that tomorrow Cole will be here about 11:00," Gerald said, then took a big bite of his burger.
"Yeah, I want to talk to that guy," Chase said. He was still very suspicious of Andreas' former boyfriend.
"I would like to talk with him too," Nick said. "What kind of guy would take advantage of a kid?"
Daniel looked down at his meal and played a bit with his mashed potatoes. Chase rubbed his leg.
"Cole's a great guy," Gerald said, upset by the way Chase and Nick talked about his friend. "What happened between me and him was my fault and no one else." Gerald looked at Daniel, because he wanted to let him know what he said about Cole, was also meant for him.
"Well, we will behave ourselves when Cole comes by tomorrow, right guys," Daniel said to Chase and Nick.
"Yeah, sure," Chase said rather unconvincingly.
"I guess," Nick said.
Gerald's expression turned to a deep frown.
"Look you two," Daniel said impatiently, "this is very important to Gerald, and we all are going to back him up. Ok!"
Nick felt bad, "Sorry Ger," he said and put his arm around him. "You can count on me to support you."
"Yeah me too, bro," Chase said as he clinched his fist and passed it in front of Gerald, who then tapped it with his fist.
"I knew you'd see it my way," Gerald said with a smile and everyone laughed.
They finished their meal and when the check came, Gerald grabbed it.
"I want to pay this," Gerald said, but Daniel grabbed it out of his hand.
"Hey, you guys have been paying for my food and crap. I got money I want to do something to carry my weight."
"Yeah, let Ger and me pay this," Nick added.
"Guys, you use your money on yourselves. And Gerald, you need clothes and other things. We will pay for the food until Chase can start paying you a wage. We also want you to start school."
"Hey, that would be great. We could go to school together," Nick said.
"I don't know, I haven't been to school in a while," Gerald said sadly.
"Well, we will see what can be done," Chase said with a smile, "one of my surf buddies teaches there."
"Figures," Daniel said sarcastically.
"I really liked school," Gerald said, "Father Damien, one of my teachers in junior high, thought I was some kind of genius, but then he wanted to get in my pants and fuck my ass," Gerald laughed. The others didn't.
"How old were you, then," Daniel asked with concern.
"Eleven."
"Damn," Nick said, "a fucking priest? What a bastard."
Daniel and Chase didn't say anything; they just looked at each other.
"I guess I shouldn't have said anything about that," Gerald said when he saw the reaction from Nick and his two friends.
"Hey, bud, there is nothing you can't tell us, ok?" Chase said.
"Yeah, Chase's right Gerald. Don't ever hold anything back from us. We'll be here anytime you want," Daniel said.
"That goes for me too, Ger," Nick added.
"Thanks," Gerald said. He wanted to get up and hug and kiss Nick and his friends. He felt loved and that he had a real family now.
They got up, Daniel paid the bill, and they walked out of the restaurant and into the warm night air.
"Let's walk along the shore," Chase said. Since, they were barefoot, they didn't have to worry about sand filled shoes.
"Yeah, I'll beat ya there," Nick said as he darted off across the sand with Gerald right behind him.
Daniel and Chase walked out to the shore while the two teenagers chased and grabbed each other as they ran through the waters edge.
Gerald stopped suddenly and stared out into the nothingness of the ocean. He remembered his dim-witted attempt to kill himself. Nick saw his change of mood and knew what went through his boyfriends mind and went up to him and put his arm around him and they continued along the shore.
In the darkness at edge of the surf, Chase took Daniel's hand in his and followed the boys home. Chase got quiet and sullen.
"You thinking about Charlie?" Daniel asked.
"Yeah."
"Me too."
The next morning as the sun began to rise and cast long shadows on the bedroom walls, Charlie lay in bed with his eyes wide open and felt the warmth of his lover next to him. His body craved drugs, but he knew that would not be possible ever again. His leg started to shake in a nervous twitch. In a few hours he would be in rehab.
Michael was in a restless sleep, again. He his body began to tremble.
"Charlie!" he yelled as he suddenly sat up, awaken by another nightmare. His body dripped with his perspiration.
"Michael are you ok?" Charlie asked a bit startled at Michael's sudden movement. Michael laid back down and put his arm around his lover. Charlie moved in closer. He didn't care that Michael's body was wet with sweat. It had a manly smell, the smell of his lover. It excited him to where his cock became full hard.
"I am now, babe," Michael said.
"Bad dream?"
"Yeah, but I'm ok with you in my arms."
Michael kissed his lover as he became aroused. He grabbed for Charlie's manhood and found him just as aroused has he.
While he held onto Charlie hard cock, Michael buried his tongue into his lover's mouth.
Michael released Charlie's lips and his cock and gently rolled on top of him. He looked into his lover's eyes and smiled.
"God you're handsome," he said while he wiped some of Charlie's hair from his forehead. Charlie gave Michael a half smile and spread open his legs and wrapped them around his lover.
"Fuck me," Charlie whispered as Michael brought his lips in contact with his.
Michael reached over and took the bottle of lube off the night table, then knelt between Charlie's legs. While he spread the lube on his hard cock, Charlie looked at his lover and didn't know if he could go a full month without Michael in his arms. His mind began to drift to whether he could handle rehab, but when Michael grabbed his legs he quickly came back to what was going on around him.
"Ready, babe," Michael said softly.
"Yeah," is all Charlie said.
Michael lay on top of Charlie and kissed him and sparked his love and passion. His hard dick poked at Charlie's hole. They kissed again, then Michael pushed his massive tool inside his lover.
"Oh, hmmmm," Charlie groaned as he bit his lip. He loved how it felt when his lover slowly entered him.
"You ok baby," Michael whispered. Charlie just grunted.
Michael slowly moved his dick out of Charlie, then eased it back into him. He wanted to take his time, so it could last a longer. He figured it could be a month before he could be intimate with his partner and he want to savor every second.
"Yeah, babe, do it slow," Charlie said. He knew why Michael was fucking him that way. This was something he wanted too, so the two lovers just moved their bodies in rhythm with each other's. Charlie moved his hips to Michael as Michael moved his down to Charlie.
"I'm going to cum Charlie," Michael gasped.
"Do it," he said. He was close but not quiet there yet.
"Fuck," Michael said as his spunk blew up into Charlie's willing ass. Over and over he let loose his sperm inside his lover.
"Oh god," he said as he gave one last push, then collapsed on top of his partner.
"You didn't cum," Michael said out of breath.
"No," Charlie said. He didn't care if he did or not, he had Michael in his arms.
Michael pulled his softened dick out of Charlie's hole then knelt between his legs. He looked down at Charlie's still hard dick. He slid down, lay in between Charlie's legs, and devoured his hardened manhood.
"Oh fuck," Charlie gasped. Michael pumped faster and lubricated Charlie's dick with his saliva. Charlie was close to his orgasm, so it wasn't long before he shot his white cream down his lover's throat.
"Oh, Michael, fuck!" Charlie yelled while he cummed.
Michael swallowed as fast as Charlie let loose his spunk. He held on to his dick as he felt it go soft, then dropped it from his mouth and moved up to Charlie and held him in his arms. They lay there and tried to catch their breath, but Michael knew it was time to go.
"We better get up an shower. It's a two hour drive to the Betty Ford Clinic," Michael said as he got out of bed.
Charlie just lay there staring at the ceiling. A look of fear swept over his face.
"Charlie, what's wrong?" Michael asked when he saw his expression.
"I'm scared," Charlie said barely audible.
Michael lay back down next to his lover.
"I know Charlie," he said as he took him in his arms. Charlie laid his head on Michael's chest.
"I'm scared Michael, I'm scared," Charlie said. His body shook as Michael held his lover in his arms.
"It's ok to be scared, Charlie, but I have faith in you babe, you can do this. I know."
But Charlie wasn't so sure, he managed to calmed down a bit and sat up with his legs over the side of the bed. Michael got up, took Charlie by the hand, and gently pulled him up toward him.
"Let's shower, our bodies are all sweaty and you have cum leaking out of your ass," Michael said with a big laugh. Charlie smiled and followed him into the bathroom.
They washed each other and kissed under the spray, then held each other in their arms. Michael let Charlie go then turned off the water. They got out, dried themselves, and slowly dressed up.
Neither one felt like eating breakfast, so they grabbed Charlie's suitcase that they packed the night before, got in the car, and started on their journey.
They were silent for a long time. Both wanted to say so much, but the words were not there for either one.
Charlie had time to think. He knew he had to go through with this or he would loose Michael; that is something he just couldn't let happen. He was determined to be clean and sober... he hoped.
About an hour out from The Strand, Charlie remembered, "I forgot to call Chase and Daniel to say goodbye."
He dug his cel phone out of his pocket and punched in his friends' phone number.
"Hello," a sleepy Chase said.
"Hey, sorry to wake you, but I wanted to say goodbye. Guess I won't see you for a while."
"Yeah, you hang in there," Chase said as he tried to maintain a certain cool, but he couldn't for very long, "For Christ sake, Charlie I'm going to miss you so fuckin' much. I love you man."
"Me, too, Charlie," Daniel yelled into the phone.
"Thanks guys," Charlie said with a smile. Then there was silence.
"I better go," Charlie said.
"Ok bro," Chase said. He wanted to say so much more, but he figured he would say it when Charlie got out of rehab.
"Bye," Charlie said then hung up without waiting for Chase to reply and started to put his phone back in his pocket."
"Uhmm, Charlie, don't put your phone away, you better give it to me."
"Why?"
"Cel phones are not allowed."
"Shit," Charlie said as he handed his phone to Michael.
They held hands for the rest of their journey.
Michael pulled up into the lavishly landscaped grounds of the Betty Ford Clinic and parked the car. Both Michael and Charlie took a deep breath and got out. Michael took Charlie's suitcase out of the trunk of the car, then they walked hand in hand into the modern stucco Admissions building with the name Firestone Hall across the entrance. The inside of the building was warm and inviting and made up mostly of wood and glass. They walked up to the Admissions Desk. Charlie stood there and stared.
"May I help you?" The nurse asked.
"Yeah, I'm Charlie Knox," he said as he held his head up high, "I want to admit myself for drug and alcohol rehab."
Michael put his arm around his lover's waist and pulled him toward him.
"Yes, Mr. Knox, we were expecting you," the nurse said and picked up the phone and summoned Charlie's counselor.
A few minutes later, a tall, striking black man, in a white dress shirt with rolled ups sleeves, a blue tie, and tight denim jeans, walked toward them.
"Michael, how are you my friend," the man said as he came up to Michael and gave him a hug, and kissed him on the lips.
"Good to see you too, Del," Michael said. Del was gay and a college mate of Michael's. They both went to the same pre-med school and were an item for a short period of time until they realized they made better friends than lovers.
"You must be Charlie, I'm Dr. Delvin Williams. I'm your doctor and your counselor while you are here and whenever you need me afterwards," he said as he extended his hand to Charlie.
"Hey, Delvin," Charlie said, he took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.
"I know you're frightened right now Charlie, but we will do our best to make things right for you, but I can't say it will be an easy thing. Come on, I will show you to your room and introduce you to your roommate."
Charlie picked up his suitcase, looked at Michael and expected him to come along with him.
"I can't come with you now, Charlie," Michael said with a lump in his throat.
"Huh, why?"
"That's right Charlie," Delvin said, "no visitors allowed until next Sunday."
"Next Sunday, Why," Charlie started to panic. Michael took him in his arms. His heart felt like it broke in a million pieces. Michael continued to be like a rock and tried not to let Charlie see he was ready to fall apart.
"That's the rules Charlie," Delvin said.
Michael held Charlie tight, looked him in the eye, brushed some of Charlie's hair from his face, then kissed him long and hard on the lips in front of everyone. He didn't care who looked on.
"You're going to be ok, Charlie. You're going to make it," Michael whispered in his ear.
"I love you Michael."
"I love you too, Charlie."
"Take good care of him, Del," Michael said as they broke their embrace.
"Don't worry, Michael, I will," Delvin replied, "I'll call you later."
Michael stared into Charlie's eyes. He wanted to grab him and rush him into the car and take him home, but he knew that was not the way to handle things. He let go of his lover, then watched as he picked up his suitcase, and walked with Delvin down the corridor. Charlie turned a couple times to see if his lover was still there. He had an expression of a lost child, sad and afraid.
Michael still held fast his persona of a man with nerves of steel. He waited until Delvin and Charlie disappeared around a corner, then walked rapidly to his car, got in and faced forward. He clinched the steering wheel tightly with both hands. He started the car and began to drive blindly toward the front gate. He didn't know where to go, he just knew he had to get away from there. He drove for a few miles, then turned down a dirt road and stopped the car.
Michael couldn't hold it in anymore, tears started to run down his face in a steady stream, then his tears turned to outright sobs. He put his face in his hands, yelled, and screamed as loud as he could.
"I'm Sorry!!" he cried out at the top of his voice. His fists pounded the steering wheel.
"I'm sorry, Charlie," he said softly, "oh God, I'm sorry Kevin."
He didn't hold back, now. His tears and sobs flowed freely. He let his emotions out in the privacy of his car, in the middle of the desert, where no one could see him.
To Be Continued