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 it is, HIV, AIDS, Hepatitis, 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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REPRISE FROM CHAPTER 37

Daniel turned and went to his son. His jaw dropped as he stood over him. The once white T-shirt he wore was now deep crimson red from the wound in his stomach. His face was white and blood was coming from his mouth.

"Gerald, don't swallow the blood. Spit it out," Michael said as he attempted to stop the flow of blood from the wound. He knew if Gerald tried to swallow the blood he would choke. Daniel's heart seemed to stop. He felt he was going into a panic attack.

"Daniel," Michael called out, but Daniel was frozen, "Daniel! Let him know you are here," Michael said knocking him out of his imminent panic attack. Daniel crouched down so his son could see him.

"Gerald, I'm here," Daniel said softly and reached for his bloody hand. He then looked at Nick who was trying to keep himself together as he continued to hold on to his young lover.

"I won't let you go, Ger, I won't let you go," Nick repeated as he held onto his young boyfriend.

Gerald turned his head slightly and saw his dad and gave a half smile. Then the smile disappeared from his face and his eyes began to close.

"Gerald, stay with me buddy," Michael called out, "Gerald, don't go to sleep... GERALD!"

The Naked Surfer By John Josept Chapter 38/Epilogue

Daniel sat in the ambulance contemplating the fate of his lover and his son as they sped toward a local Mexican hospital.

They almost lost Gerald in the hotel room a little while ago, but thanks to Michael's skills as a doctor that was averted, at least for now. Gerald was still in very critical condition.

The ride to the hospital in the ambulance was very hard on Gerald while Chase seemed to just lay there staring at the roof of the vehicle not really knowing where he was going or who else was in the ambulance with him. Daniel had sat between them holding their hands, while Nick sat by his young lover clutching the blood soaked shirt that they ripped off of Gerald to work on his wound. Nick had convinced himself if he let go of the shirt, Gerald would surely die.

Michael had managed to stop the flow of blood, but he thought he might still be bleeding internally. At least Gerald was not choking on it. He was worried about his young friend, very worried.

They got to the hospital just as their friends got there, including PJ and Eduardo, who continued to volunteer as their interpreters.

"Jesus Christ, is this a hospital?" Michael said of the shabby conditions of the medical facility.

"Si, senior. Acapulco does not have the type of hospitals like they do in California," Eduardo said, "and this is the best one too. Mexico City has the closest hospital with the best facilities.

"We can't move him that far," Michael said, "we'll have to make due here."

"PJ, Eduardo, which one of you could come with me in the Operating room I'll need someone to translate."

"I have a queasy stomach, doc. I wouldn't be much help to you," PJ said honestly. PJ, although born in the US, came from a large Mexican family and spoke fluent Spanish.

"I will do it senior," Eduardo said. The young man was stunned by what he saw in the hotel room. He had never seen anything so horrendous and just wanted to help and didn't care what the hotel would say, or even if he lost his job.

"Great, tell these people that I am a doctor and to prepare for surgery and I want everything sterilized!" Michael shouted, "and Eduardo, call me Michael," he added softly.

"PJ, you stay with Daniel and the group, they will need someone to help them communicate," Michael said turning to the handsome model turned temporary interpreter.

"No problem doc," PJ said.

"Oh, Daniel," Michael said, "Do you know what blood type Gerald is?"

"I think, its Type O," Daniel said after thinking a bit. He remembered reading the report when Gerald had to have a physical for school.

"Great, that's universal," Michael said then turned to his friends. "Look everyone, Gerald's going to need blood and lots of it. I need everyone to donate at least a pint."

"Sure doc," Tad said and everyone agreed.

"Great," Michael said, then he and Eduardo disappeared behind swinging doors with the gurney that had Gerald lying on it, while Eduardo shouted to the hospital staff in their native tongue.

Then one of the hospital doctors came out and started to shout something in Spanish, but Eduardo stopped him and told him the Michael was a famous US surgeon and he needed their facilities to operate on his young friend.

The doctor continued to protest. Eduardo translated to Michael what was happening.

"We don't have time for this!" Michael shouted then he took out his wallet and handed the doctor a wad of cash. "This should take care of the cost of things." The doctor then let them pass and told the nurses in Spanish to give them what they wanted.

The doctor who was protesting seemed to calm down and stopped Eduardo and said something to him in a calm tone.

"What did he say?" Michael asked.

"He said to not think this is a bribe, but that the hospital is in great need of money and it will be put to good use and that all of his staff will be glad to help."

"Wow, thank him for me, and yes we will need the help of the nurses." Eduardo translated to the doctor who then told several of the nurses to be at Michael's disposal. Michael thanked him again after Eduardo translated and a few of the nurses led them down the hall to the operating room.

"Look, Eduardo, I'm counting on you for help here. I hope you can handle what I am going to do in there," Michael said as they pushed the gurney into what was supposed to be the operating theater, "Shit, look at this place. Eduardo, I need to check on Chase. Make sure everyone scrubs their hands and sterilizes the equipment. I will be back in a few minutes. This place smells like piss. And get me rubber gloves, lots of rubber gloves."

"Si, Michael, I will do my best," Eduardo said, then turned to the staff that was there and began to shout orders.

Chase had been taken to a room where he was lying on a bed staring at the ceiling. He still had the residue of drugs in his body and was confused as to where he was. The memory of what had happened to him was still very vivid in his mind. "I was raped, fuck, I was raped," he kept saying to himself as his mind relived the events of the evening. He did not see, nor did anyone tell him about Gerald.

Michael was met by PJ and a couple nurses as he entered the room where Chase way lying.

"Michael," PJ said, "I told the doctors to arrange for everyone to donate blood."

"Good thinking PJ, thanks," Michael said then approached Chase while PJ and the nurses stood in the background waiting for Michael to tell them what to do.

"Chase," Michael said softly as he walked up to the young surfer who lay on the examining table clad only in the blanket they took from the hotel.

"What!" Chase shouted, but didn't recognize Michael, "Please no more, please!"

"Chase, its me Michael."

"Huh? Michael?" Chase said then realized it was his friend, "Oh god Michael get me out of here." Chase cried out, grabbed Michael's arm and started to get up, but Michael pushed him back down.

"You're ok now Chase, no one will hurt you, just lay still. I need to examine you."

"Where's Daniel, where's Daniel," Chase said in a panic, "he was gonna kill Daniel, is Daniel alright!?"

"Daniel is fine, Chase," Michael assured him.

"PJ go get Daniel and tell the nurses to prepare a sedative. I need for him to relax while I examine him."

"Sure, doc," PJ said then translated to the nurses what Michael asked for, then went to the waiting room to find Daniel.

"Daniel, Michael needs you," PJ said when he entered the waiting room where all their friends gathered. "Jesus Christ," PJ said to himself when he looked at Daniel who still had his blood stained shirt on and Nick who still held onto Gerald's blood soaked T-shirt.

"Are they all right?" Daniel said dreading the answer.

"They're preparing Gerald for surgery and Chase is in a room asking for you."

"Is he dead, is Ger dead?" Nick said loudly as his voice cracked.

"Michael is going to operate in a few minutes, Nick," PJ replied.

"Ryan, Tad, take care of Nick," Daniel said, "Charlie come with me," he added then they followed PJ into the room where his lover was being treated.

Daniel took a deep breath and walked over to Chase. Charlie stood behind wondering if what he was feeling was the same thing that Chase felt when he saw him laying on that bathroom floor in his piss and vomit several months ago. What Charlie was feeling was helplessness and panic.

"Chase," Daniel said, but Chase just lay there.

"Daniel, he hears you, but I just gave him a strong sedative. I need him relaxed so I could examine him. Just let him know you're here." Michael then turned Chase on his side and laid his head to face Daniel, who crouched down so Chase could see him.

"Hi babe," Daniel said with a forced smile, as he brushed aside the hair that fell into his lover's face. He talked softly to him, trying not to break down in tears.

"Damn," Michael said as he examined Chase's anus.

"What's wrong?" Daniel asked.

"Well there's trauma to the anus; more than I thought, but I think he will be ok. There is still a lot of seamen in there that will have to be cleaned out," Michael said as he stood up, "Daniel, I have to go take care of Gerald now. Stay with Chase until he falls asleep."

"Ok," Daniel said, "Michael, be honest with me. Is Gerald going to be ok?"

"Daniel, I don't know yet until I go in and see the damage. All I can say is I'll do my best." Michael didn't want to get Daniel's hopes up too high.

"Thanks Michael," Daniel said. He knew Michael was not holding back anything. Right now he had Chase to worry about.

"PJ, tell the nurses to clean out Chase and then let him sleep. Tell them to use just warm water to clean out the semen, and tell them to go easy on him. He's really fragile in that area. Daniel, he will be out for hours. What they're going to do may not be pretty. Your best bet is to wait with the others."

"No, I will be here with him," Daniel said and held onto Chase's hand. Daniel felt Chase's hand tighten his grip he stooped down and looked at his lover's face. A tear came from Chase's eye.

"Don't worry babe, I will be right here with you," Daniel said softly.

"Me too, Chase," Charlie added.

"Ok, I have to go. I don't know how long this will take," Michael said as he began to leave the room. "You ok Charlie," Michael said to his lover.

"Yeah, it's just strange to see him like this," Charlie said to Michael as he stood up and walked Michael to the door, but his eyes never left his best friend.

"He'll be ok Charlie, it's Gerald I'm worried about. Look, call my dad and tell him what happened. Also tell him I will need the jet down here fast and fully stocked, he will understand."

"Ok," Charlie said then kissed his lover, glad that he had something to take his mind off of things at least for a few minutes.

An hour later, Clark and Tommy walked into the waiting room loaded down with food for everyone and a change of clothes for Daniel and Nick. They passed the food around, but Nick refused to let go of Gerald's t-shirt to eat or change clothes.

"There's reporters outside," Clark said, "word got around what happened. I'll go out and give a statement later."

Everyone sat eating in silence. Tad looked over at his best friend who hadn't said much since they got there.

"Nick, you need to eat," Tad said to him, then tried to take the bloody shirt away from him. "Let's put this down so you could eat."

"No!" Nick said and tightened his grip on the shirt, "if I let go, he'll die."

"Ok, ok, Nick, hold on to the shirt, but you gotta eat," Tad said, worried about his best friends physical and emotional health.

Nick didn't say anything he just sat there. Tad opened up the wrapper on the McDonald's quarter pounder, broke off a chunk and held it to Nick's mouth. Nick looked at Tad, then the chuck of burger and opened his mouth and ate the piece Tad had given him. Tad continued to hand feed Nick until all of it was gone.

"Thanks," Nick said softly and looked at his friend. Tad didn't say anything, he just sat back in his chair next to his friend, rubbed Nick's thigh with his hand and kept it there.

Nick's mind had drifted back to another time he was waiting in a room like this. He and Donnie were waiting to hear about the fate of their mother and father who were hit head on by a drunk driver in an auto accident. The outcome was he and Donnie were orphaned, something Nick was still dealing with emotionally. Now Gerald, the boy he loves, has his life in jeopardy. He figured the results would be the same.

"I need Donnie," Nick muttered, but when he took out his cel phone, he found that it was turned off.

"Shit I turned it off last night," Nick said, angry with himself. He looked at Gerald bloody shit as he pushed the buttons to Donnie's cel phone. He held back his tears. He figured there would be time for that later.

"Hello, Nick is that you?" It was Donnie's desperate voice.

"Yeah," Nick said barely able to speak.

"I been trying to call you, but the message said you were unavailable."

"I turned off the phone by mistake," Nick replied softly.

"Nick I can hardly hear you. What the hell happened down there? You guys are all over the news," Donnie said frantically.

"Donnie, he's hurt, he's hurt real bad."

"Who's hurt Nick, the news is real sketchy here," Donnie asked, but he figured he knew the answer already.

"It's Ger, Donnie, I don't think he's going to make it," Nick said hardly able to speak the words, "he's gonna die, Donnie, I know it."

"Oh god no... Nick he'll be ok, he'll be ok."

"No he won't! You said the same thing about mom and dad, but they both died, Donnie. Now Ger is going to die, I know it... Donnie I need you!"

"Judy is on the house phone calling the airlines now, I will let you know what time I will get there."

"Ok, I'm scared Donnie," Nick said as he looked at Gerald's shirt again.

"Nick, I'll be there as fast as I can. Hang in there bro."

They didn't say anything more. They just hung up their phones.

Nick felt a little better, now his brother was coming down. Tad and Ryan put their arms around their friend, but didn't say anything.

Nick looked at the people sitting there waiting for news of Gerald. Ryan, who still held on to him, had constant tears running down his face while Cole watched him from across the room. Cole also noticed how Ryan and Tad were reacting toward each other.

But Cole had other things on his mind, like what had happened on the balcony of the hotel. He had a secret that he must forget, but the nightmarish site stuck in his head.

Tad looked tired, and tried desperately not to sleep. The rest just sat there, some got up and paced, but all were worried about their teenage friend.

Meanwhile, in the operating room, Michael worked feverishly, trying to patch up Gerald's wound. The damage was more extensive than he thought and was taking more time than he figured.

Eduardo was translating as Michael asked for an instrument. He stared in awe at Michael as he worked on the young man he hardly knew, but hoped and prayed he would make it through.

It was then that they heard an irregular sound on the piece of equipment that was monitoring Gerald's heart. The nurse shouted out to Eduardo.

"She said we are loosing him!" Eduardo repeated in English to Michael.

"I know!" Michael said frantically.

That's when the heart monitor gave off a steady sound. The room was silent except for the shrill sound of the equipment.

"Fuck!" Michael cried out, but didn't stop what he was doing.

DANIEL'S STORY - IN HIS OWN WORDS

I sat on the edge of the bed watching Chase as he sat naked on the floor of our bedroom with his legs in the lotus position meditating. I wondered what was going through his mind. I wanted to reach over and run my hand over his smooth back, but I knew I couldn't or should I say, he wouldn't let me.

It's been eight months since the "Incident" in Mexico. For lack of a better word, that's what we call it now, "The Incident". Chase's physical wounds healed quickly, but his emotional wounds were still taking its toll.

When we got home from Mexico, he was like a zombie, really out of it. That first night we spent at home, I was awakened around 2 AM hearing this whimpering sound. I turned on the light next to the bed and Chase was not next to me. I continued to hear him moan, but I couldn't see him.

"Chase where are you?" I called out, but he didn't answer. I got up, looked around, and found him curled up in a corner. His whole body was shaking as if he was reliving the experience of The Incident again.

"Chase," I said, "everything is ok, come back to bed." I went to reach for him.

"No more, no more please!!" he screamed out, "Don't touch me." His fists were clinched ready to lash out.

I knew he was having a nightmare about his ordeal, so I went and turned on the overhead light so he could see it was me and not that monster that repeatedly raped him and threatened his life.

"Chase, you're safe now," I said softly trying to stay calm while watching the man I love fall apart. He looked at me embarrassed that I saw him in this state. "It's ok," I continued, "come to bed." I went to reach for him, but he pulled away. He then stood up on his own, got into the bed, and put the covers over his head with his back to me. I got in bed and went to hold him in our favorite spoon position.

"No don't touch me, Daniel, please," Chase said to me. I did as he said, even though I wanted to hold him in my arms.

The next morning as the sun rose, I heard Chase's SUV start up and drive away. By he time I jumped out of bed, the vehicle was already out of site. I couldn't imagine where he was heading. "Maybe surfing or his secret beach," I said to myself. I began to worry, especially when I found his cell phone on the dining room table and his surfboard in the shed at the back of the house.

By the evening, when he hadn't returned, I began to panic. In his state of mind I didn't know what he would do. I called Charlie to see if he was there, but he wasn't. I called Devon and all of his other friends and no one had seen him. By the end of the week I as a physical and emotional wreck.

Two fucking weeks he was gone, with no phone calls, no word what-so-ever as to his whereabouts. I wanted to tear him apart for not contacting me. I wanted to scream and yell at him for being so inconsiderate. But when I finally heard the Escalade pull up in the driveway all that anger disappeared. I ran outside just as he was getting out of the SUV.

He was a mess, his clothes were filthy and his blond hair was dirty and matted and pointed every which way and he smelled like a rancid garbage dump, but I didn't care he was home and that's all that mattered. I went to grab him in my arms, but he sidestepped me.

"I'm sorry," he said to me meekly, then quickly walked into the house and up the stairs to the bedroom. He didn't even look me in the eyes. I hesitated for a bit, then followed him up the stairs. When I got to the bedroom I heard the shower running in the bathroom. I went to the door and turned the knob, but it was locked. I started to worry again. He never locked the door on me before.

"Chase," I called to him, "the door is locked. Please let me in."

"No," he replied to me, "I need to be alone." My heart sunk. Why won't he talk to me? But I knew I would have to be patient with him.

I took a deep breath. "You hungry?" I asked trying to be as calm as possible.

"Yeah," he said. His voice was muddled; I could tell he was under the shower scrubbing himself.

"I'll warm something up," he didn't answer me, so I went downstairs and warmed up some soup and made a sandwich just how he likes it; first a slice of 12 grain bread, then the ham, then lettuce, topped with a slice of tomato and a pickle, then more ham on top of that, then the second slice of bread coated with a thin layer of lite butter spread. It had to be in that order or he wouldn't eat it. I cut it on the diagonal, just as he liked it. Funny how simple things like how he likes his sandwiches made, sticks in your head.

I put it on a tray, along with the soup and a can of diet coke, and brought it up to the bedroom. Chase was lying in bed. I knew he was naked under the covers, but didn't comment or even try to get close to him. He looked clean and smelled wonderful, like the ocean again, but he still had dark circles around his beautiful blue eyes. I set the tray down next to him. He didn't say anything, but sat up and ate the food like he hadn't eaten in days. I sat and stared at him hoping he would tell me where he was. He was nearly finished when he noticed I was looking at him.

"Stop staring at me," he said softly but coldly. I could tell he was getting agitated.

"But Chase, where were you? Why didn't you call? I was worried," I pleaded.

"Stop asking me all these fucking question!" he yelled and took the tray, food and all, and threw it across the room.

I was stunned by his fit of anger. I didn't know what to say or to do. I got up from my chair and cleaned up the mess. I looked at him, but he was lying down on his side with his back to me, a position I would soon get used to seeing him in.

I let him be that day and haven't been able to touch him in the last eight months. Yeah, that means no sex in 8 months as well. I'm getting used to it by now, I guess. But I still long to hold him in my arms; I still loved him so much, and it killed me that I couldn't comfort him by touching his body.

So we wrapped ourselves in our work. We opened the new studio a month or so after we got back from Mexico and I began to work on making maquettes of my designs for the outdoor sculptures for the new Red Building at West Hollywood's Pacific Design Center. It also gave me time to work on the bronze statue of The Naked Surfer. I put most of my energy and love for Chase into making that statue, although, I would have preferred the real man.

He also showed no interest in the new house that was being built next door, so it was left on my shoulders to tackle this as well. Funny, he even missed his own 21st Birthday. At times it felt like I was living with a stranger.

Chase was busier than ever, though. At first we thought the Incident would have ended his career in photography, but it seems the notoriety just increased the demand for his work; that, and the fact he's the most talented photographer to come around, since... well let's face it...since Andreas Muller.

The only time I would see the old Chase was when he was working. He seemed to totally immerse himself in taking pictures. Some of his pictures became dark and disturbing, something that scared me at times. He wouldn't talk about it to me or anyone else for that matter.

Using the excuse that he was very busy, he began to spend more time at the studio, staying late until all hours of the night or just not coming home and crashing all night in the little apartment that we had built in the back of the studio.

He started to take on more jobs that took him out of town or even out of the country. Union Clothes' new winter catalog, sent him to Sao Paulo, Brazil. I didn't travel with him this time. He said there was no need for me to go.

That's pretty much the way life has been the past 8 months. But there he is now, sitting on the floor meditating. Yeah, that's Chase meditating. I never thought I would see him do such a thing. He went through several therapists who gave him all kinds of antidepressants and other drugs, but they did little or nothing to help him. Then someone, I think it was his surf bud Kyle, told him about meditation and he thought he would give it a try. At first he was awkward at it, but soon he got the hang of how it was done. It seemed to do him good, too, as I noticed the change in him and was happy he could find something to take his mind off the demons that still run though his mind.

I looked at him again sitting of the floor and noticed he was nearly finished with his morning meditation. I just wanted to go up to him and make love to him, but knew I couldn't. I stopped trying a long time ago.

Oh god, I'm so hard right now. I better go take a cold shower or something, before he's finished. He usually likes to shower alone after one of his meditation sessions.

So I walked into the bathroom with my hard-on leading the way. Even if he did see me it wouldn't do any good. At one time just seeing me with my shirt off would drive him crazy, but now nothing at all. I shut the door, then stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom and looked at myself. My chest and stomach had hair on it again. I didn't bother to shave anymore. I work out at the gym more than ever now to make my body strong and virile in case Chase changes his mind. My body looks the best it ever has, but for what reason? For me to look in a mirror and beat off. Oh yeah, me and my right hand have become good friends, again. Just like it was before I met Chase. I'm sorry if I sound bitter, but I miss him so damn much.

I stepped into the shower and turned on the water. At first it was cold, but then it quickly warmed up. That helped my erection go down. I held my breath and let the spray of the shower fall directly onto my face to hide the tears that started to flow down my cheeks. I do that a lot lately, cry in the shower that is. I don't want him to see me doing that. He has enough on his mind.

I lathered up my body, including my soft cock, but decided not to masturbate and took my hand from my member, then finished rinsing off.

I got out of the shower and dried my body then wrapped the towel around my waist and left the bathroom. Chase was finished with his meditation and was standing naked looking out the window. I stared at his smooth back and perfect buttock. I turned before I got carried away. I took the towel from my waist and started to get my clothes to dress up.

"The bathroom's free, sorry I took so long," I said. He didn't reply. A minute or so later he spoke up.

"What time are the movers coming?" he asked me.

"About 1," I replied not looking at him. There was another short silence.

"Daniel... do you still love me?" he asked me out of the blue. He never asks me such questions, at least not since before the Incident. I stood straight up, wondering why was he asking me this. I kept my back to him; I still couldn't face him.

"Of course, I do," I said in a sharp tone. Then I felt him move close to me. He touched my back and ran his fingers up and down my spine, sending chills through my body, right to the tip of my growing erection. Seconds later I felt his arms wrap around me from behind. He kissed my neck. More chills ran though me and my erection was full hard.

"Don't fucking tease me goddamn it," I said softly. My body was shaking and my knees were weak. I could feel his breath on the back of my neck, again, and his chest touching my back and his hard dick poking my butt.

"I miss you're body Daniel. I love you so much and I am sorry for the way I treated you," he said softly then kissed my neck again. He moved in front of me and I saw fear in his eyes. He moved in closer to me and wrapped his arms around me, leaned in and kissed my lips.

"Chase are you sure you're ready for this?" I asked.

"Yeah, I think so," he replied.

We moved toward the bed. I could hardly breathe; I couldn't believe what we were about to do. I felt like it was our first time together.

He held me in his arms and we buried our tongues into our mouths letting our passions take over our reason. Then he said it in my ear.

"Daniel, I want you to fuck me," he whispered apprehensively.

"Chase, I don't know..." I said fearing he wouldn't be able to handle that kind of lovemaking.

"I want it, Daniel," he whispered, then laid down on the bed on his back while holding my hand, "Please Daniel." His beautiful dick was hard and pointed straight up. God, I love his body.

I looked at him lying there, the man I love wanted me to make love to him for the first time since the rape. Eight long months in the waiting were about to end. I knew I had to take it slow with him, but even though he kept saying he wanted it, I could tell by the look on his face, he was scared, very scared.

"I love you Chase," I said as I sat down on the bed next to him. I ran my fingers over his chest and circled his nipples. Then with my thumb and forefinger I very gently pinched the very hard nub. He smile at me but his body began to sweat. I continued walking my fingers down past his ab muscles and ran them through his dark blond bush that surrounded his very rigid cock. I latched onto his member and he jumped. He began to breathe hard. I leaned down and swallowed his manhood in one gulp. I heard him gasp as I moved my mouth up and down on his hard cock. Oh God, he tasted good.

Up and down I moved my head with my lips firmly around his cock. He began to breathe faster and I dropped his dick from my mouth, fearing he was going to cum.

I looked into this eyes again then moved up to his lips and buried my tongue deep into his mouth. Our passions had been released and nothing, not even an earthquake, would stop us.

I laid on top of him, and our tongues continued to explore the familiar territory of our mouths. I spread his legs with my knees. He jumped and began to sweat some more. He closed his eyes as I lifted his legs in the air. I reached for the lube that was still in the drawer and coated my dick with the slick liquid. His eyes were still closed as I moved in closer and my hard cock was getting ready to enter him.

"Chase I'm going to put my dick in you now," I whispered. I don't think he heard me because his head began to move back and forth. I put pressure on his rosebud but he resisted as his head continue to rock from right to left. I put more pressure on and my rigid member popped into my lover's hole. He yelled out and muttered something I couldn't make out at first, then I heard what he said.

"No, no, Andreas, no," he said softly. I hesitated thinking I should pull out, but I didn't. Instead I took hold of his head in my hands to stop him from moving back and forth.

"Chase," I called to him, "open you eyes, its me Daniel." My dick was still buried all the way inside him although I was not moving it in and out.

"No, no, stop please," he said trying to move his head again but I held it tight.

"Chase," I said louder, "open your eyes, you're safe, no on will hurt you."

Suddenly his eyes popped wide open. He looked at me and finally I felt he recognized me. I let go of his head, then leaned down and kissed his lips. He still looked at me like he was seeing an apparition.

"It's you, its you, its not him, it's you," he said with the biggest grin I ever saw on his face, "oh Daniel."

He looked at me again then grabbed my head and pulled me down to his lips and we kissed the passionate kiss of two lovers.

"Fuck me baby, fuck me," he panted.

"You sure?"

"Fuck ya," he said then pulled our lips together again. I began to move in and out of him. My whole body was shaking, I wanted this to last forever, but I know I couldn't hold out for too much longer.

"I love you Daniel," he said then we kissed again.

"Oh Chase, I don't know how long I can hold out from cumming."

"Then cum inside me, fill me up." Our lips met again and I moved my hips more rapidly inside his bowels. Before I knew it he was moving his hips up to meet my thrusts.

"More, babe, more," he called out as his hips kept up my motion inside him. He grabbed onto his hard dick and began to beat off. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum!" he said. I stopped my pounding and held me dick deep inside him as a fountain of sperm shot from his pee slit onto his chest.

"Ahhhhhh!!" he shouted over and over, and each time he did more of his spunk splashed onto his chest and abs. I never saw so much cum before.

"Holy shit, babe, is it ever gonna stop?" I said while still holding my very hard cock inside him. I was thrilled my lover was getting off in such a spectacular way. His body was shaking and I wasn't sure his facial expression meant he was going to laugh or cry.

"Oh fuck, Daniel," he said as his spunk continued to dribble down his shaft and over his hand. I grabbed onto it and brought his fingers to my mouth and began to lick them clean.

"Oh god it tastes so good," I said to myself as I savored the flavor of his sweet elixir.

"Fuck, Daniel, fuck," he said and started to laugh, "look at me, I never cummed like that before babe." He continued to laugh and I ran my fingers through his juices and began to feed it to him. He sucked on my fingers like he was sucking on my dick and that made my hard cock pulsate while still buried inside him.

"Now its my turn," I panted then began to move in and out of his hole again. I picked up speed but I didn't have to wait too long before I couldn't hold it in anymore.

"Oh fuck, baby, oh fuck, oh fuck," I said as I began to cum inside his warm ass.

"Go, Daniel, go," he encouraged me and I kept pounding away at him. I just kept cumming and I know it was squirting out his ass onto the sheets but I didn't care, I was fucking my lover, my Chase, my man. "Oh fuck!" I cried out one more time then collapsed on top of him and felt the sperm ooze between our bodies.

I lay on top of him exhausted from the most explosive orgasm I ever experienced. It took us both a long time to catch our breaths and to let it sink in what we did just then.

"Thank you Daniel," Chase said breaking our silence, "thank you for waiting for me."

"I would have waited forever for you Chase, I love you so much."

"I'm sorry for the way I treated you. It's difficult to tell you what I am going through. I feel so guilty about Gerald," he said practically in tears. "He saved my life and he..."

"Shhh," I said and put my fingers across his lips. I could see he was getting upset, "let's talk about this later. Jason and Rusty are coming over to help us pack things for the move.

"I need to tell you about something Daniel. I tried..." he persisted, but I interrupted him.

"We can talk later," I said. I didn't want to face this. I tried to get up out of bed, but I was too exhausted from our sexual workout. He grabbed me by my shoulders.

"Daniel, listen to me," he shouted and looked me square in the eyes, "When I was gone those two weeks I tried to kill myself," he confessed to me.

"I know, I know, I know," I cried out angrily, "I figured that out a long time ago." Hearing him say the words was too much for me. I held him in my arms.

"But how could you know," he asked.

"Two day after you left, Charlie and I went to your secret beach and we went up to the cliffs above the beach. I saw one of your Hershey Bar wrappers that you were so fond of in Mexico, stuck by a rock. I figured you were there and I figured I knew why you were there. I even looked over the side of the cliff to make you weren't lying there on those rocks. Charlie thought I was nuts, but I knew you were there. I love you Chase and if we never had sex again, I would still be by your side. You have to stop blaming yourself for what happened."

"Oh Daniel I been a fucking jerk," Chase said as we kissed.

"I know it's going to be difficult, but now you are healing. Just don't push me away. I want to be here for you."

"But Daniel, you don't understand, he raped me over and over and over and over..."

"Chase stop," I said to him holding him tight. "We all have to live with something because of that day. You feeling the guilt of being raped... and me..." I hesitated. What would he do if I tell him what I did on that balcony? Would he hate me?

"And you, babe, what is you have to live with?" he asked. I decided to come clean. I sat up on the side of the bed with my back to him. His cum was spread all over me and began to slide down through my hairy chest. I ran my fingers through it and took a deep breath.

"Andreas didn't jump from that balcony. I could have pulled him to safety, but I couldn't Chase. I couldn't let him hurt us anymore," I began.

"What are you saying Daniel?"

"I pushed him off the balcony," I turned to look at him, "I pried his hands from the railing. I heard his fingers breaking. I held onto him and looked him in the eye... and then I let him go."

I said it out loud for the first time, "I killed him and I would do it again! I just wish I could have killed him with my bare hands. I watched him as the branches of that tree ran though his body and I was glad Chase, I was glad. Then I realized what I did and nearly got sick. But I would still do it again. No one will ever hurt my family again. I nearly lost you as well as my son and I won't let that happen, I know I lost control, but look at the suffering Andreas caused us. I'm not saying what I did was right, playing judge, jury and executioner, but I don't regret it. I will probably go to hell for it, but at least I saved my family."

"Oh god Daniel, I'm sorry," he said and took me in his arms, "I was wrong by pushing you away. I wasn't there when you needed me Daniel, and I am sorry. I wont ever do that again, I swear to God."

"You had other things on your mind, and I didn't want to lay this on you until I knew you were ok."

"And I am ok, Daniel," he said and looked at me softly, "at least I know I am on my way. Whenever you need to talk, I am here now and I'll never go away like that again."

I smiled at him. I don't know how, but I love him even more than I ever have before and that is saying a lot. We kissed and held each other for a long time without saying a word.

He looked at me and gave me a devilish smile. "I never had anyone kill someone for me," Chase joked.

"It's not funny Chase," I said and held my lover tight.

"Remind me not to ever piss you off," Chase joked and we both began to laugh. We held each other in our arms not wanting to let go. This was the Chase I knew and loved. It was good to feel him next to me again. It was good to have him back in my arms.

"Come on let's shower and get this cum off my chest hairs before it dries," I finally said, feeling a lot better about life.

"Yeah, what gives with all that hair on you chest," he said.

"Well, there wasn't much reason to shave anymore, so I let it grow."

"Well that's all changed now. We'll have to have one of our shaving parties later on," he said.

"Hmm, you're getting me hard again," I laughed.

We went into the bathroom and Chase turned on the shower, just like he used to. He then put out his hand to help me inside, just like he used to. We kissed and became arouse and made love under the spray of the water, just like we used to.

After we showered, we went into the bedroom and dressed. We were expecting people over to help move us into our new home next door. That big huge house was now ready for life to be breathed into it.

I still had the old house to deal with, though. I didn't know what to do with it, but I decided not to sell it. I figured I would decide that at another time.

I took Chase in my arms and we kissed, then we walked down the stairs. When we got to the bottom, Chase took my hand as we walked into the living room.

There he was. I could never get used to his beauty, inside and out. I stopped and stared at him because I couldn't get out of my head what could have happened.

Oh god when I think back to that day watching him on the floor as Michael kept him from going into a comma or even falling asleep. What would have happened hadn't Michael been there, I don't want to even think about. He saved my son's life.

I recall the pandemonium in that room, with police and what I think were paramedics all tending to Gerald. People were yelling while Eduardo and PJ were translating from Spanish to English and back again. I was in a daze not knowing what to do. I drifted over to Chase who had his head in Charlie's lap, and sat down next to him. He looked at me and moved from Charlie's lap to mine and he burst into tears. I felt his body shake and I did my best to maintain, while telling him everything would be ok.

Still holding on to Chase, I watched as they tore my son's shirt off and heard him yell in pain. I wanted to run to him but I knew I couldn't leave Chase. That's when I saw the gaping wound in Gerald's stomach with blood still stream from it. I wanted to be sick, but I knew I couldn't. I had to be strong for both of them.

I saw Nick as he picked up Gerald's bloody shirt and held it tightly to his chest as if he was holding his boyfriend in his arms. He looked like he was going to loose it, but Nick just stood there watching, frozen in fear and confusion. It was Jason and Rusty who came to his aide and comforted him. Ryan came up to him and held him in his arms. He was crying, but Nick stood cold as a granite sculpture and not paying attention to anything around him except the young man he loved so much.

I heard Michael's voice call to me telling me to follow him as they put Gerald and Chase on stretchers. The next thing I knew we were in the ambulance speeding through the streets of Acapulco. The whine of the ambulance was deafening and seemed to hurt my ears. I held onto Chase's hand as he stared at the top of the ambulance. He was silent, like he was in some kind of trance. I didn't realize the torment he was going through.

Michael worked on my son, as we darted thought late night traffic. He managed to stop the bleeding as Nick, who I didn't realize was in the ambulance too, watched still clutching Gerald's bloody shirt.

But back to the present, Gerald was in front of me, wearing nothing but a very skimpy metallic gold Speedo. His body was firm again from the physical therapy he had to endure and of course Nick's tutoring him on lifting weights. The scar from his stab wound was visible but was in a crease of his ab muscles. Michael said eventually it would hardly be noticeable.

"Ough, Chase there he goes again staring at me like that; make him stop," my son said to Chase. I guess I have been emotional for a while now.

"Where did you get that?" I asked him referring to the gold very low cut Speedo.

"Nicky bought it for me. Isn't it great?" he said while turning around so I could see his backside.

I stared at him again, but this time Gerald came up to me and put his arms around me.

"I'm ok Dad, please don't ..." Gerald hesitated, then looked into my eyes. He then looked at Chase, then back at me.

"You had sex!" he shouted just as Nick came out of the bedroom.

"Who had sex?" Nick asked.

"Dad and Chase had sex!" Gerald said again. My face must have turned red. Gerald was always able to know when Chase and I got it on.

"How do you know they had sex?" Tad asked as he came out of the bedroom.

"Dad has this 'I just got fucked look', and Chase has this 'I just fucked my hot boyfriend' look, just like they have now," Gerald said. He knows us way too well.

"I'll have you know it was your dad who fucked me, so you're wrong," Chase said with a smile.

Gerald, knew the implication of what that meant, then walked up to Chase and put his arms around him, "I'm so happy, I got my big bro back," I heard him whisper, "you are back aren't ya?"

"Sure am little bro," Chase answered.

Then Gerald whispered into Chase's ear, "Does that mean we can do our masturbation sessions again?" He didn't know I had heard him, but when I looked at Chase he gave me this "is it ok?" look. I winked back at him.

Nick had heard too and looked at me with a smile on his face and rolled his eyes.

"Sure, little bro, anytime you want," Chase told Gerald, then he kissed him.

"Great, I'm glad things are ok now," Gerald said turning to me, "I was worried that maybe you and Chase would break up."

"No chance of that ever happening," I said.

"That's so true," Chase said with his famous smile spread across his face.

God I love that smile.

CHASE'S STORY - IN HIS OWN WORDS.

I don't remember too much of that day of the Incident. I guess I was pretty much out of it. What I do remember I'm trying to forget...but it's difficult to forget the physical pain. And how fucked up my head was.

The pain was like nothing I ever felt or would want to feel again. No matter how much I struggled to make it stop, I yelled out screaming every time he plowed that dry dick of his in my ass.

Then there was the fear of dying. I told myself I pleaded for my life because I didn't want Daniel to see me getting my throat cut. But the truth is, I was fucking scared. More scared than I ever was in my whole life. I didn't want to die, so I pleaded for my life like a goddamn woose, a wimp, a baby.

I'm Chase Bell; I don't do things like that! I look people in the eye and say "Fuck You!", but I didn't and it haunts me and it will probably do that until I do die. That, along with being raped over and over by that bastard, really played on my brain.

I didn't tell Daniel the truth about it either. I didn't want him thinking of me as weak. I'd rather have him hate me. I thought I succeeded with that when I took off for those 2 weeks, 8 months ago.

Where did I go? First, I went to my secret beach, but not to the shore to surf, but to the cliffs overlooking the beach. I stood there with my feet halfway over the edge. I looked straight down at the jagged rocks below. How easy it would have been to take one more step and it would have been all over with. I would rather kill myself than face the truth and the guilt of being the cause for Gerald nearly dying; my little bro, who wouldn't hurt a fly, even if he tried. I still feel guilty about that and I guess I always will. I know he has to hate me for that. This is something I can't shake.

I read a lot about women being raped and how they felt so violated. I always felt sorry for them. Now I know what they went through. I wish I could tell them all I understand. Yeah, me a man, knows what its like to be helpless while some manic fucks you against your will. Why do I keep blaming myself for it? Why do I feel guilty about it? That's why I stood at the edge of that cliff ready to jump to my death.

Then, I started to think clearly, why would I plead for my life from a madman, then kill myself, it didn't make sense. That's when I stepped away from the edge and sat down on the ground and stared out at the ocean. I reached into my jacket pocket and took out a Hershey Chocolate Bar. I looked at it and smiled. This was a habit I took up in Mexico, before, well before all this shit happened.

"I love these things," I said to myself as I opened the wrapper and gobbled down the chocolate. I went to put the wrapper in my pocket, but a gust of wind took it from my hand and blew it away. I didn't bother to chase after it.

I just sat there trying to figure out what do to. So, I thought of just disappearing; getting into the SUV and just drive and when I ran out of gas that's where I would stay. So I got into the truck and just drove until I ended up in Palmdale. I thought of calling Daniel, but what would I say to him...that I'm dropping out and he'll never see me again? I couldn't do that to him. It's best that I just disappear so he could hate me even more. This is something I had to live with and I couldn't lay any of it on him. Beside, I left my cel phone at home. "Home?" I said to myself, "that's all gone now."

With just a quarter tank of gas in it, I parked the Escalade and just roamed the streets. I slept in parks and alleys. I didn't have money or my credit cards, or even my wallet for that matter, so I panhandled. Some days I would do good and some days I didn't eat. I was just one of the many homeless people roaming the streets of that desert town, looking scary to most people, while eating out of garbage cans.

After a couple weeks of doing this and after not eating for two days, I decided it was time to head back and face the music. I knew Daniel would be pissed at me and maybe even leave me. I would deserve that for what I did.

The only thing I didn't count on was Daniel's love for me. When I pulled up to the house, he came running out and stopped and stared at me. He didn't have an angry look on his face. In fact, he looked like he was glad to see me. I couldn't think of anything to say as he tried to put his arms around me, so I just moved aside, said I'm sorry and ran into the house and up to the bedroom. I looked at myself in the mirror and was shocked how bad I looked. I probably smelled as bad or worse. I went into the bathroom. I wanted to be alone, so I locked the door, something I never did before. I couldn't stand the questions he was going to ask, maybe because I had no answers, at least not yet. God I wanted Daniel to hold me. But I didn't deserve that kind of love.

I took off my stinky clothes and got into the shower, but was distracted from the refreshing feeling of the water splashing on my filthy body when Daniel knocked on the door. I didn't want him to see me like this, so I sent him away. I know I hurt him by doing this, but I just couldn't face him, even though I wanted to feel his strong arms around me. He asked me if I wanted something to eat. God I was hungry. I thought of saying no, but I said yes. My hunger overtook my self-pity.

I got out of the shower and it felt good to be clean again.

I went into the bedroom and laid down on the bed and covered myself with my blanket. A few minutes later Daniel came up the stairs carrying a tray with a bowl of soup and a sandwich. I looked at it and took a deep breath. He made the sandwich just how I like it and he even cut it on the diagonal. He knows me so well. He loves me.

"I don't deserve this kind of love," I kept saying to myself, but I was hungry and began to wolf down my food. I was nearly finished when I looked up and saw Daniel was staring at me. I felt self-conscious. I knew why he was looking at me and wasn't ready to answer any of his questions. So for no reason I became angry. I don't know why I got mad, but the next thing I knew I yelled at Daniel and threw the tray across the room. I scared myself when I did that and wanted to say I was sorry, but I was ashamed. If only Daniel would yell back at me and tell me I was a fucking bastard, but he didn't he just picked up the tray and food and began to leave the bedroom. I laid on the bed with my back to him and pulled the covers over my head. I heard him walk down the stairs. It was then that I decided to punish myself. I didn't deserve the kind of love Daniel was giving me. So I tuned him out, not realizing how much I was hurting him in the process.

The next few months were a whirlwind. I guess the publicity of The Incident worked in my favor cause I got busy, real busy, which was good. It kept my mind off of what an asshole I had become to the people I loved, people I felt I didn't deserve, like my Daniel and Gerald. Oh Gerald, I am alive, but at what price?

My guilt over Gerald began at the hospital right after Daniel told me what happened in that hotel room. I avoided going to see him. He was suffering because he saved my life. How do I live with that guilt? He hates me, I know deep down he hates me because I haven't suffered like he had.

Daniel pleaded with me to go see him, so reluctantly, I did. I shouldn't have. When I walked into that room and he was lying there asleep, pale as a ghost, with tubes coming out of his body attached to god know where; I lost it. I ran out of the room to the nearest toilet and threw up. I couldn't take it. He's was lying there, and at that time we didn't know if he was going to make it, and here I was with just a little pain in my ass and nothing else visible. That was the start of my downward spiral. That is when I decided I must be punished for living. I decided it was my fault my little bro was suffering. I don't deserve any of these people. I was scum, a pig who whimpered for his life, while being fucked by some madman. He should have killed me, I didn't deserve to be alive. I was so fucked up then.

If I hadn't had my work I don't know what I would have done. I would get lost in it and sometimes my old self would show through. A few times Daniel would see me work and he would smile at me. I would turn away; even though I wanted to hold him in my arms and feel his body next to mine. I missed him so much, but I knew I couldn't because I needed to be punished.

I went to several therapists and all they wanted to know was about me when I was a kid. I told them this has nothing to do with my fucked up childhood; this had to do with here and now! So what did they do? They gave me drugs that fucked up my mind even more.

Then Kyle, my surf bud, started telling me about Meditation. I told him to fuck off, but he persisted and I gave in and tried it.

At first I was awkward at it but after a few weeks I was a pro. It made me relax and see things in a different light. So I began to do it everyday, sometimes more if I was having a bad day. It cleared my mind of all the garbage that still cluttered my head.

A couple weeks ago, though, everything changed. I was doing my Meditation on the floor. I was naked, as usual. That never changed, I was still always naked around the house. Anyway, I could feel Daniel staring at me. We hadn't touched each other in over 8 months. Actually it was me who avoided touching him.

I missed so much during those 8 months... mine and Charlie's 21st birthdays, Nick and Gerald's 17th birthdays, and Daniel's 36th birthday. I even missed the birth of Chelsea and Noah's baby girl and Shelby and Devon's little boy. My surf buds, oh those crazy assholes, would come and drag me out of the house to go surfing. They never gave up on me, like I did them.

I even avoided Charlie and Michael. I couldn't face Charlie. He'd look at me and I know he wanted to hold me but I wouldn't let him get that close to me, so I stayed away from him.

Michael, who I should have been thanking everyday, was not even in my mind. I didn't care about any of them. At that time, I felt selfish and was too deep in self-pity.

Well, like I was saying, I was meditating and I knew Daniel was staring at me. He usually did, but this time I felt different; my dick was hard. It felt good. I don't know maybe it wasn't the meditation, maybe I just got too horny, but I decided I needed to be with Daniel. The only problem was I still was afraid. I still had nightmares about Andreas and the rapes. I was afraid if Daniel and I had sex I would freak out, but I wanted to try. I love him and I didn't want him hurt anymore. I know I hurt him, I could always see it in his eyes. I knew he used to cry in the shower. I could see his eyes swollen when he came out of the bathroom. I was tired of shutting him out ... my wonderful man, my lover, my Daniel. I only hoped he still loved me.

I heard him get out of bed. I carefully took a peek at my man so he wouldn't see me. His body was buffed and hot and his dick was hard as he entered the bathroom to shower. I knew I had to make the first move, because in my selfishness I made it clear to him to not touch me. What a fool I am!

I waited until I heard him turn off the water to the shower; I stood up and looked out the window. A few minutes later, he opened the door. I kept my back to him; I couldn't face him just yet, but my dick was hard as a rock.

"What time are the movers coming?" I asked him. I knew what time they were coming, but I had to say something.

"About 1," he replied. I could here him rustling around behind me. There was a short silence.

"Daniel, do you still love me?" I asked him. I couldn't help it but my voice was shaky.

"Of course, I do," he snapped back at me. I knew he was mad at me, but I took the chance and slowly moved close to him. I touched his smooth strong back and ran my fingers up and down his spine. He stood up straight and his body shook. I could hear him take a deep breath. I slowly wrapped my arms around him from behind. He didn't push me away, so I kissed his neck. More chills ran though his body...and mine.

"Don't fucking tease me damn it," he said to me. His body was shaking. I held him tighter and kissed his neck as my chest touched his back and my hard cock poked his butt. I ran my hands over his hard chest and ripped abs. God how I missed touching him like this.

I stepped in front of him. I was scared, scared that the memory of Andreas would spoil what we were about to do. We kissed again. I looked into Daniel's beautiful eyes. I took a deep breath and couldn't believe what I was about to say.

"Fuck me Daniel," I said. I was so nervous. I felt like this was our first time.

"Are you sure?" Daniel seemed just as nervous as I, but our hard dicks showed we were both ready for what was going to happen.

"Yeah, I am ready," then I leaned in and kissed him. Oh, god his tongue tasted so fucking good.

We moved toward the bed and I laid down on my back. God my dick was so hard. It hadn't been this rigid since the last time we made love over 8 months ago.

I looked up at his magnificent body and held his hand. His big cock was hovering over me and I wanted it deep inside me. He sat down next to me and began to run his hand over my body. First he pinched my nipples, ever so gently. I moaned with pleasure and his hand moved down toward my hard cock. He latched onto it and before I knew it he had swallowed it down to my pubes. I gasped for breath; his lips felt so good around my prick, maybe too good. I felt myself quickly approaching my orgasm. I wanted to pull my dick out of his mouth, but damn it felt so fucking good. But Daniel, knowing me so well, sensed my predicament and dropped my cock from his mouth. He moved up to my lips and we kissed deep and hard. I wrapped my arms around him and held his body to mine. I was in heaven, why did I wait so long to feel my lover make love to me. The reasons didn't matter anymore. He was on top of me spreading my legs.

Then it dawn on me, he was going to fuck me. Would I be able to handle it? What if I can't? I began to sweat and shake.

"I'm going to enter you now," I remember him saying to me. I closed my eyes as he did. At first it felt wonderful, but with my eyes closed I felt I was once again transported to that hotel room and it wasn't Daniel, who was acting so loving, but Andreas ramming that cock inside my dry ass.

I didn't realize it but my head was rocking back and forth. He's inside me again, I said to myself, Andreas is going to rape again. I felt it was Andreas' dick inside me and not my Daniel's.

I began to panic. I had convinced myself I was being raped again. I kept wanting it to stop. "Please, stop, Andreas," I kept saying as my head moved faster back and forth. I heard a voice in the distance but couldn't make out what it was saying or who it was. His dick was still deep inside me and I found myself liking what I was feeling. How could I be enjoying being raped by that monster? What kind of animal did I turn into? Then I felt these strong hand grip my head to stop it from moving. The voice got louder and louder. My eyes popped open and it wasn't Andreas fucking me, it was my wonderful, my handsome, my Daniel.

"Its you, its you and not Andreas," I said to my lover. He leaned down and we kissed just to prove it was him.

"Fuck me Daniel," I said to him and he began to move in and out of me again. My dick was never this hard, as he pounded me over and over again. I grabbed my cock and began to beat off. I felt my orgasm approach, as my lover's, my Daniel's big beautiful hard cock, gently massaged my prostate.

Without warning I reached the point of no return, "Fuck, I'm going to cum," I said then watched my dick as it began to blast my load from the confined of my balls. The first shot landed on my chest and abs, as did the second and third shots. My body shook as another intense load shot across my chest and abs, more and more cum covered my chest. I must have shot at least 7 or 8 times and each one was as intense as the next.

My cum began to dribble down my shaft and onto my hand. My Daniel, who's hard cock was still inside me, took my hand from my rod and began to lick it clean. I saw the smile on his face as if he was really enjoying the taste of my spunk. I began to laugh not believing how much I cummed.

"I never saw so much cum, in my life," he said. Then Daniel ran his fingers through the cum on my chest and fed it to me. I sucked his fingers dry. I think this really turned Daniel on and as he began to pump harder inside me. It was his turn to fill me up, and fill me up he did.

"Oh fuck," he cried out over and over again as he overflowed my hole with his cum. His body was shaking as he continued to shoot load after load inside me. Finally he was spent and he looked at my body and laughed at the amount of sperm that covered my chest and abs. He collapsed on top of me squishing the cum between our bodies. He was exhausted and so was I, but we managed to kiss one more time.

We lay in bed for a long time and I confessed my feelings to my lover. I also told him of my thoughts of suicide, which upset him very much, mainly because he had figured it out a while back.

Daniel in turn, confessed what really happened on that balcony. I was shocked that he would do something like that, but upset with myself for not being there for him when he needed me most.

We finally got out of bed then went into the bathroom to shower where we had another go at having sex.

We held each other under the spray of the water. I was still upset about something and didn't know how to tell Daniel what I felt. But Daniel could tell something was wrong with me.

"You want to talk about it," he asked me. I hesitated, but decided to tell him what was bothering me.

"Daniel, do you think Gerald still hates me?" I asked. My guilt over Gerald was still there and I didn't know how to deal with it.

"What? Gerald doesn't hate you?"

"I think he does."

"Why do you say that?"

"Cause he suffered so much to save me and I didn't," I said while holding Daniel tightly, "how could he not hate me?"

"Chase, you have to talk with him about this. He told me a few things that you should hear from him."

"Like what?"

"Talk with him, Chase."

"I don't know if I could."

"You have to."

I didn't want to continue the conversation, but I knew Daniel was right. I had to talk with Gerald and soon.

GERALD'S STORY - IN HIS OWN WORDS

Did you ever die? I know that's a stupid question,...but I did, die I mean.

Dr. Mike said I was dead for 10 seconds on the operating table. At least my heart stopped for that long and I stopped breathing. He said if it was much longer I could have had permanent brain damage. Nicky said "That explains a lot". He thinks he's so damn funny.

I don't remember anything about dying. I didn't hear anyone calling me saying Gerald go for the white light, like they say in the movies. I just remember... hell I don't remember anything.

Anyway, Dr. Mike brought me back. Oh, he said I just started breathing on my own, but I know he did something to start my engine again. He's my hero, and my dad's too.

I've told everyone, that I don't remember much about The Incident, but I lied. I remember a lot, maybe too much. Most of what I do remember I want to forget, but I can't, so most of the time I just put it out of my head like it never happened, but I know it did. I just figure I will deal with it later or whenever or maybe not.

One of the most vivid things I do remember was Andreas' eyes. They were big and glassy and seemed to look right through me, like I wasn't even there. Then the pain. At first I thought I was having stomach cramps from the 4 fish tacos and the bean burrito I ate earlier, but damn, it hurt too much to be just gas. It felt like...well it felt like someone stabbed me in the gut with a knife; his stiletto I think they said it was.

I also remember the taste of the blood. God that tastes terrible. I don't know how vampires do it. Ok I'm being funny, I know there aren't vampires anymore. They been all killed off by Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Ok, I'll stop trying to be funny.

Anyway, it's hard to believe I had that much blood in me. A lot came out my mouth. Dr. Mike kept telling me to spit it out. Damn that was hard to do, but I remember doing it. I kept wanting to sleep, but Dr. Mike kept waking me up. He said I could have drowned in my own blood. Pretty gross huh?

Oh yeah, there was a loud crashing sound like a window breaking. Later my dad told me that was Andreas crashing through the glass balcony door. Dad said it was pretty gross cause he had glass stuck all over is body, including a big piece in his head, sick, huh?

They say he jumped off the balcony and landed in some trees and was gored through by some branches. I would have liked to have seen that...I think. Well maybe not. I have a feeling something else happened out there, but dad won't talk about it. He gets all weird when he talks about it.

Poor Andreas, I wonder what he was like before he became a fucking crazy man. I'll have to ask Cole. He mentioned that when they met he was a great guy. Strange huh, that he could go nuts and murder people. I guess it could happen to anyone...I think.

They said that he killed the bartender at the hotel in Acapulco. He slit the guys's throat and most of his blood drained out of his body onto the floor... gross! Also they found a body just across the border and had evidence that Andreas did that too. Evidence like the gun that blew half of the guy's head off was the type Andreas had. And there was the DNA from the sperm they found in the guys ass; turned out to be Andreas' DNA. I would say that was evidence enough. I guess he shouldn't have fucked him before he killed him. Can you imagine, he probably shot the guy right after he fucked him, or maybe he was still inside him when he shot him. Now that would be really gross!

God, he killed all those people and Joe and that guy Henry that Chelsea was dating. I wonder if there was more?

It could have been me and Chase added to that list, too. I'm glad it wasn't. I mean, of course I'm glad he didn't kill me, but my big bro? He's so special and so talented. I'd like to be just like him someday.

He's still going though hell over what Andreas did to him. It must have been terrible, I mean being raped like that, although, Andreas did that to me millions of times, but I was used to it. My brother-in-law used to do that to me every night when I was a kid. He used to sneak into my room at night, pull off my pajama bottoms and stick that sloppy thing in my ass, raw with no lube. He held his dirty hand over my mouth so no one could hear my screams. I was eleven years old when he started that. Then there were the times on the streets when an overzealous john would fuck me before he put on the lube. Glad those days are gone.

Anyway, what was I talking about? Oh yeah, things I remember in the hotel room.

There was a lot of yelling and a lot people appeared out of nowhere. Some people tried to move me, but Dr. Mike yelled back at them and wouldn't let them touch me. I told you he was my hero.

I lost track of my dad, but I did see Nicky. By the expression on his face, he looked like he was the one dying and not me. Poor Nicky, he went through hell because of me. He was holding this red thing, which I later found out, was my bloody t-shirt. He kept looking at me and saying he wasn't going to let me go.

The next thing I knew I was on a stretcher in an ambulance. Dr. Mike and my dad were there with me, and Nicky too. Chase was lying next to me in another stretcher. I looked over at him, but he didn't see me. My dad was holding my hand. I don't remember too much after that. I guess it was ok for me to sleep by then, cause I closed my eyes and Dr. Mike didn't try to wake me up.

Sometime while I was out, when I was being operated on actually, was the time that I died. Funny how I don't remember a thing. Is that how it is when you die, you just go to sleep and that is it, you just don't wake up? No bright light, no angels singing, no bands playing, no devils leading you into hell, or St. Peter opening up the Pearly Gates to heaven, you close your eyes and your dead. Funny huh?

I must have been out a long time, too, cause when I woke up I was in a strange room. I didn't feel any pain because I was so drugged up, but I could barely move and I had tubes coming out of my body from everywhere, even my dick. I got really scared. I didn't know where I was, I had forgotten about being stabbed. I started to panic, but then I saw my dad. His eyes were all swollen, but when he saw me with my eyes open he smiled...at first. Then he started to cry and kissed my forehead.

"Hey, son," he said to me. I smiled cause my dad was there and I knew I would be ok.

Then I saw Nicky. He stood at the foot of the bed staring at me.

"You look like shit," I said to him. My voice was weak and course and gravely. He came to the side of the bed, held my hand, sat down in the chair next to the bed and rested his head in my hand, then kissed it. He lifted his head and I saw his eyes well up. I thought he was going to cry, but instead, he forced a smile.

"If you think I look like shit, you should see yourself," he said. I tried to laugh but, oh, it hurt so bad. That's when Dr. Mike walked in.

"Hey, hey, come on. He cant get excited," I heard Dr. Mike say, but he sounded far away. I guess I drifted off to sleep again.

I woke up a while later; don't know how long it was cause about then, time didn't mean anything. I saw Nicky sleeping in the chair, but dad was right beside the bed.

"Hi dad," I said. My voice was still raw. I wanted to sit up, but dad stopped me.

"Don't get up Gerald just lay there. You still have tubes in you," he whispered, "let's not wake up Nick. He hasn't slept in a couple days."

"Is he ok?" I asked.

"He is now," he said to me, then stroked my forehead moving some of my hair out of my eyes.

"You doing ok?" he asked me.

"I guess," I replied, "I don't feel much of anything. I must have some really good drugs in me," I said with a smile.

"Well, they have given you a lot of stuff for the pain, son."

"How's Chase?" I asked hoping he was ok and wanting to change the subject.

"He's doing fine, Gerald, but he's having difficulty handling things, but he will be ok."

"Can I see him?"

"I will tell him you asked for him."

"Good," I said then I drifted off to sleep. Don't know what drugs they gave me, but I sure felt relaxed. I never did see Chase in the hospital though. Later, I found out he did come to see me when I was sleeping or unconscious or something like that, but ran out of the room. I know why now, but I didn't know why then. I thought he was pissed at me or something. I felt really bad about that.

Oh yeah something kinda funny, yet serious, did happen a few days later when I was feeling a lot better. My dad had left the room to get something to eat and I was alone in the room with Nicky.

We were laughing and he was getting very touchy feely and I found I was getting a hard-on.

"Well I think you're getting better," Nicky said to me while looking at the tented bed covers. He put his hand under the sheet and latched on to my dick. I cummed immediately.

Fuck, I really made a mess. Nicky started to laugh as he removed his hand from my cock and began to lick my cum from it.

"Very funny," I said, "How do I explain this to the nurse," I said really embarrassed that the nurses would see the mess I made.

"Don't worry I'll clean you up," my Nicky said then went to the sink, took a towel and wet it with warm water, he came back to my bed and removed the covers from me. My stomach was still all bandaged up, but you could still see I was black and blue around my exposed lower stomach as well as around my groin and upper thighs. Nicky gently began to clean me up. He lifted my soft penis and wiped my cum, then did the same thing to my legs. Then he began to clean up the bedsheets and covers. He didn't say a word while he was doing this. Mostly he just stared at my stomach.

"You ok, Nicky?" I asked him and rubbed his strong upper arm. The expression on his face was really strange.

"Yeah," he said but I heard his voice crack as he stared at my discolored thighs.

"Pretty gross," I said. He didn't say anything he just continued to stare. "I love how you take care of me, Nicky." I knew he was desperately trying to hold back tears again.

"Hmm, I love you too, Ger," he said to me and again his voice cracked. "I'll be right back, gotta find Donnie," He then quickly walked out of the room to find his brother, but I knew what he was going to do. He didn't want me to see him cry. My macho boyfriend...god I love him.

A few days later, Dr. Mike's dad flew down from LA in the families private jet that was equipped with all kinds of medical stuff, so my trip back to LA wasn't too bad.

Imagine that, me in a private jet. Just about a year ago I was sleeping in an alley, but there I was in that big jet flying home with all the guys who stuck around to help my dad out with me and Chase. Eduardo, our hot impromptu interpreter, planned on coming to LA in a few weeks. He was such a great guy that dad figured he would treat him to a trip to LA. I think my dad wants to get into his pants. Just kidding... I think. From what I hear, Dr. Mike offered him a full scholarship to a nursing school up here. He said Eduardo would make a great nurse. Hmm, I wonder what's going on there. I think my imagination is running away with me.

Damn, I wished I felt better so I could have enjoyed the flight, more.

Anyway, when we got to LAX I was pretty tired. Another ambulance was there to pick me up, but I remember seeing lots of flashes. Dad said we got intercepted by a bunch of photographers. Seems we turned out to be some kind of celebrities because of me getting stabbed in the stomach and Chase getting raped. Crazy huh? Besides, dad and Chase were these hotshot gay celebrities that were always all over the papers and magazines, so I guess this was big news to the paparazzi. Besides that, the guy who did this to us was Andreas Muller.

I spent a week in the hospital here in LA, to make sure I was ok. At least that's what Dr. Mike told me and my dad. I didn't like that, I just wanted to go home, but I guess, he knew better than me.

At the hospital, when they weren't poking and prodding me, I got lots of visits from people at school, especially Jenny, who came everyday with some schoolwork for me. I didn't mind though, cause doing homework kept my mind from getting homesick.

The first or second time Jenny came to visit me, I got a real shock with what she told me...and it scared me, too; still does.

"Is it true?" she asked as I lay kinda out of it while she sat at the side of the bed.

"Is what true," I barked. I wasn't feeling very well that day and wasn't in the mood for riddles.

"What they say in the LA Times?" she said still playing the riddle game.

"I haven't read a newspaper or heard any type of news. So, what the fuck you talking about," I asked sounding really pissed, but I guess I wasn't. I was just tired.

"That you were a street hustler from the age of 14 and this Andreas guy that stabbed you, held you as his slave for nearly a year?" she asked me. My heart sunk. My secret was out.

"Fuck!" I said, "fuck! fuck! Fuck!" I turned on my side away from her. I wanted to cry, but I held it in. I didn't want the kids at school to know about that part of my life. Lots of people liked me at school, now I figured they would all hate me for what I used to be. I mean everyone knew I was gay, hell after coming out like Nicky and I did, but no one knew my secret. I still don't know how the newspapers found out about me.

"Its ok Gerald. The guy who wrote the story said how you had such bad breaks as a kid and that's what you had to do to survive. That this guy Andreas tricked you into thinking you killed one of your tricks."

"What? Oh God!" I cried out.

"Then Daniel and Chase took you in," she continued without taking a breath, "and Daniel adopted you, you are a straight A student and are a certified genius and things were going good, then this happened. You had all the girls at school crying while they were reading it."

"It's the guys I'm worried about beating the crap out of me. Besides, I don't want to be pitied," I said while still facing away from her. She crawled in bed next to me and put her arm around me.

"No one pities you Gerald. So many people admire you for what you are now, even though you had a bad break as a kid. You're the smartest kid in school. Even the cool guys who thought you were just a geek, don't talk that way about you anymore."

"How am I going to face those guys at school Jenny," I was devastated by the news.

"No one will say anything about that Gerald. Hell you got Nick; he may be gay, but he's still a badass," she said and smiled thinking of my hunky boyfriend. "And now you even have Bradley to protect you."

"Bradley?"

"Yeah, word around school is he beat the shit out of some guy who called you a faggot."

"Bradley, huh? Who would have thought," I said, wiping my runny nose and my eyes that had welled up. "I'll have ta thank him, I guess." I wasn't quite sure it was right to thank someone for beating some asshole up in my name.

"It'll be ok, Gerald, no one gives a shit," Jenny said while putting her arm around me.

"I didn't want anyone to know about that part of my life, especially you Jenny. I'm trying to forget it. Now everyone knows."

"Hey I don't mind. Its no skin off my ass," Jenny said to me in her usual subtle way.

"I like you a lot, Jenny, and if I was straight, I'd ask you out on a date or something," I said seriously.

"I like to too Gerald. And if you were straight, I ask you to fuck me right now," she said.

I turned my head and looked at her and she had this big shit eaten grin on her face and we both cracked up laughing, which wasn't a good idea since I was still hurting under my bandages. She kissed me on my lips, then got out of bed.

"You're great Gerald, and so fucking sexy," she said with a smile. She's such a good friend. I think I have my own private Fag Hag.

When I finally did go home, a bunch of the gang from school was there to greet me with welcome home banners and balloons and lots of card. No one mentioned anything about my past. I'm not sure if it was because Nicky and Bradley threatened everyone or maybe it was like Jenny said, no one gives a shit. I couldn't get over how many people showed up including Mr. Mason along with Mr. Sanderson from the Gay-Straight Alliance Club. Even Clarence was there, with Bradley no less.

Seems Bradley took to Clarence and felt responsible for him since he saved his life from the gay bashers. Since Clarence's broken jaw was pretty much wired shut for a couple months and all he could put in his mouth was liquids, he lost a lot of the baby fat he had. Bradley started him on exercise and weight training and Jenny and I gave him lessons on how to dress and what to do with his crazy wild ginger hair. Now Clarence is a half way decent looking guy.

No, Bradley didn't turn gay; he's very much the straight jock. You can ask any of the school cheerleaders, just how straight he is. Word has it that he has dated and probably fucked nearly every one of them.

Although, I do think Clarence does have a crush on him, something that Bradley loves to tease him about. I think Bradley just had his eyes opened about what was right and what was wrong. He turned out to be a pretty cool guy and a great friend. Bradley, Clarence and Jenny will be coming over today to help get me and Nick settled into our new room.

Anyway, I jumped way ahead of myself, again. So where was I, oh yeah, I just got home from the hospital and there was lots of kids from school. After about an hour or so I got real tired and my father asked everyone to leave.

Nicky and dad wanted me to go lay in bed, but I was really too worried to rest. This was the time when Chase had disappeared. At that time he was gone a little over a week and dad was really beside himself with worry and frustration. I didn't like to see him like this just a few weeks after the Incident and from me being in the hospital and all.

I was worried about Chase too. Why would he just take off like that and not call any of us. I guess at the time, we still didn't realize just what he was going through.

When he did return a week later, seems things got worse between him and my dad. They argued a lot and ended up where they hardly spoke to each other anymore. He hardly spoke to any of us either. I missed him during that time. Chase always had a way of making me laugh. Back then, he very seldom even smiled.

But Chase was always at his studio and dad was working on some secret project he didn't want to tell anyone about. I was worried they were going to break up. I didn't want to be the product of a broken home.

This one time after dad and Chase had this big fight I got really weak and Nicky had to take me into our room. He locked the door and took off all my clothes and he took off his. I still had my stomach bandaged, but not like it was before. The dressing was much smaller as my wound was healing really good.

We laid down in each other's arms. I loved holding Nicky and feeling his naked body next to mine. But my emotions were strong and as hard as I tried not to, I began to cry, afraid that my dad and Chase were going to break up. Somehow I felt it was all my fault, even though I knew it wasn't. Nicky knew why I was crying and he just held me tight.

"They'll be ok Ger. They'll work it out. They love each other too much," he reassured me.

"I hope you're right Nicky. I love them both," I said.

"Yeah me too," he said. I looked up at him and he kissed my lips. It felt so good when he kissed me.

We hadn't really had much sex since I got back and we hadn't fucked since the night of The Incident. I really did want to get fucked, though, but wasn't sure I could do it without doing some kind of damage to my insides.

We were both hard and we began to stroke each other's rigid poles. This was all the sex we usually had done.

"Nicky," I remember saying to him, "fuck me."

"Ger, I don't think that would be a good idea with you still bandaged like that," Nicky said, trying to use logic when I was too horny to listen.

"Nicky, I really want to have sex with you, I mean, I want you to fuck me," I pleaded. I grabbed hold of his cock and it was pulsating it was so hard. I wanted to laugh cause he was holding back and I knew by the heat coming from his body that I could persuade him to fuck me.

"Ok, but we'll go really slow," Nick said to me. I knew he would give in. I love him so much for stuff like that.

I turned on my side and I felt him get real close to me. His hard dick poked me in my butt. Then I heard him rustling around to get the lube. I felt his slick finger touch my rosebud and it slid in easily. At first it burned a bit, but then I got used to it. Funny how six weeks without getting fucked makes you feel like a virgin again.

"I don't want you to do anything just lay there and enjoy this, Ger, I'll do all the work," Nicky said to me, "And if your stomach starts to hurt tell me and I'll stop."

God I love this man and how he takes care of me.

"I love you Nicky," I said as I felt his very hard cock touch my butt hole. He put pressure on my rosebud and I opened up, but it hurt a bit when it did.

"Ouch," I said while he slid all the way into me.

"You ok Ger?" Nicky said obviously turned on by what we were doing. God his dick felt like a rock going into me. It felt so fucking good that I forgot about my stomach and backed my ass into him so he could go deeper inside me. That was my first mistake.

"Don't move Ger," Nicky panted, "I'll do all the work."

I grunted, but did I listen to him? No, cause as he began to pump nice and easy inside of me, I wanted it harder, so what did I do? I began to move my ass in and out on his dick. I was wild with lust for my boyfriend's big cock. My body began to shake as I felt Nicky's sucking on the back of my neck. He was breathing really hard and began to move harder into me. I felt a little pain in my stomach, but decided it was nothing. That was my second mistake.

Our lust overshadowed any logic and things got a lot more aggressive.

"Fuck me, Nicky, fuck me, I love you," I ranted as I pounded my ass into his dick.

"Slow down Ger," Nick said but I was too lost in my sexual frenzy to listen. This was my third mistake and probably the worst, cause my stomach really began to hurt now, but I still didn't say anything.

His hands were all over my chest and he tweaked my nipples which just sent me wild. He grabbed onto my hard cock and began to beat me off. I was really close.

"Fuck Nicky, I'm gonna cum," I said and I shot my load all over the bedsheets. Over and over my spunk shot from my cock and didn't stop until my balls were drained.

"I'm cummin," Nicky whispered in my ear, and I felt his warm spunk fill my ass and his hot breath on the side of my neck. He thrust one last time, then pulled out.

We lay there holding each other. I felt Nicky juices sliding from my ass. Man it was fantastic, but things didn't feel right. All of a sudden my stomach started to hurt. The pain got really bad.

"You ok Ger?" Nick asked me feeling my body tense up.

"My stomach..." that's all I could say when I started to choke and the familiar taste of blood was in my mouth. I sat up in bed and I coughed and blood came spurting out. Not as much as in Mexico, but enough to scare the hell out of Nicky... and me too.

"Oh, Nicky," I said trying to hold back tears as blood was coming from my mouth and my bandage was getting redder.

"Oh shit, Ger, I knew we shouldn't of had sex," Nicky jumped out of bed and ran naked out of the room yelling for my dad.

"Daniel, Daniel, hurry help," I heard him cry out and came running back into the bedroom.

"What's wrong?" Dad said from the other room then walked in to our bedroom. "Oh shit, what the hell happened?" he cried out. He looked at Nick and me and the cum stains on the bed and figured out what we did. "Are you two nuts?" he screamed.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Nicky kept saying.

"It's all my fault," I said trying to take the blame from Nicky, beside it was all my fault. I shouldn't have done it and I should have stopped it when the first sign of pain happened. Dad grabbed a towel that was lying on the floor and began to wipe up my blood, but I coughed again and more blood came out my mouth. I began to cry.

"Shit, Nick, call 911 and call Dr. Mike," dad said.

To make a long story short, I spent two more days in the hospital. That's the price one has to pay for a good fuck I guess. And Nicky sure knows how to fuck me good. But before we do it again, I will make sure I am feeling much better.

Anyway, Dad and Chase finally got things settled between them and it looks like things are ok again.

I remember the day that they had sex for the first time in 8 months. It was the same day that Nicky got me this really cool gold Speedo. I do look good in that, even if I do say so myself.

Chase seemed to be really relaxed that day, probably because my dad had fucked him, and he didn't freak. He even told me that we could start up our masturbation session, again. I sure was glad of that cause I really do enjoy beating off with him, but still I felt there was something missing between him and me. He had a difficult time looking me in the eye. I really loved Chase and I wanted things back the way they were. I found out later that day what was on his mind.

We were all sitting around the living room waiting for the gang as well as the movers to arrive for the move next door to the big house. Dad asked me to get everyone something to drink. Then he asked Chase to help me, while telling Nicky to just sit and let Chase help me. That sure sounded like a set up to me and I was right.

I was getting the sodas from the fridge, but Chase was just standing there.

"Ok, what's going on? Dad obviously sent us in here together for a reason. Did I do something wrong?" I asked. He didn't answer at first, and he still couldn't look me in the eyes.

"Gerald, do you hate me or resent me? I mean because of what happened?"

"Huh?" I said, puzzled by his question. Then I laughed thinking he was joking with me. He just stood there and didn't say anything. "You're serious aren't ya?"

"Yeah," is all he said. I stood there trying to find the words to say.

"Why would I hate you? God I couldn't do that; you're my bro," I said not understanding why Chase would say such a thing.

"I mean, you nearly died to save me, and getting hurt like you did, you have to hate me cause I didn't get hurt like you did."

"God Chase, you didn't do anything for me to hate you. Andreas is the bastard who did this to us, not you? Hell, it's him I hate. Besides you were fucking raped. I would say that hurt a lot."

"But, Gerald you suffered so much and I didn't. I just feel so fucking guilty about it."

"Well, just thank god we are both alive. Chase... you don't understand how I feel about you," I began to explain. I put my arms around him and rested my head on his bare shoulder. "You're my...my idol, Chase. I mean I love my Dad. He's the greatest guy on the planet, but you're my idol," I said and started to get emotional. "I want to be just like you. I want to learn to surf just like you. You could teach me. I like how you make me laugh and make me feel good when I'm down. And I want to be the best fucking photographer in the world like you are. I know I said I wanted to be a doctor, but I love taking pictures and I want to do things with you. I like being your assistant and taking care of the details for you. I like how we work together. You're the greatest, Chase. I could never hate you. I jumped in front of Andreas cause I couldn't see you being hurt like that. When I saw what he was doing to you, I just had to do something. No I don't hate you Chase, I love you, big bro."

"Ok I get the picture," Chase interrupted. "So what you're saying is all this guilt I been carrying around the past 8 months was for shit." He seemed angry, but I think he was angry with himself and not me.

"Sorta, I guess," I said. For the first time since the Incident, Chase looked me in the eyes and smiled. He kissed me and held me tight, just as my dad walked in the kitchen.

"Is everything ok, now?" he said while Chase and I held each other.

"Yeah," Chase said but he didn't let me go. I knew for sure that Chase was back and everything would be ok again.

DIALOGE WITH TAD - TAD'S STORY, IN HIS OWN WORDS

Just a minute I have to light my cigarette. I know, I know I should give up and I will...someday. There, that's better. Nothing like filling your lungs with Tar and Nicotine right before you have to do some heavy work. Ok, it's not that funny, but we're here for me to tell you our story, not preach about the health risks of smoking. But I'm going to give up, I swear.

Anyway, our story started about four months ago on a beautiful summer's day. I was here in the backyard, just lighting up a cigarette, much like I just did now. The sun was shining the air was clear and I could hear the waves crashing on the shore, yet I felt lost and alone. Oh I had a house full of friends and family, but... oh hell, Ryan was still on my mind. "I sure wish I knew how to quit him. Damn," I remember laughing to myself and saying out loud, "now I'm quoting Jack Twist." I took another hit off my cigarette and felt the smoke fill my lungs, then I let it out.

"That stuff's gonna kill you someday," this voice said from behind me. I knew that voice and a chill ran through my body and I found it hard to breath. I closed my eyes, then opened them, took a deep breath and turned around. There he stood as beautiful as ever, with his curly blonde hair his chiseled face, oh that handsome face of his, and those blue fucking eyes.

"Ryan what you doin' here?" I asked, immediately thinking that was a stupid thing to say. I hadn't seen much of him since we got back from Mexico where things got crazy between us.

"Well, its good to see you, too," Ryan said to me.

"No, its great to see you, really, you just took me by surprise," I said trying to make up for the way I talked to him.

"Daniel said I could stay here for a while," he said and stared at me like he used to, but I couldn't look him in the eyes without falling into his arms. "Hope that won't be too much of a problem for you."

"No not at all. Is Cole travelling or something?" I asked.

"No... we broke up today, Tad. I've... moved out."

"What?" I felt my heart race, but then I knew he must be hurting, so I decided smiling and saying 'that's great, let's fuck' wouldn't be too cool. So, instead I offered my support and said, "Oh, sorry to hear that. Are you ok?"

"Yeah, just need a place to stay until I find a place of my own."

"Sure, Daniel won't mind you staying here. Hell we're moving into that big house in a couple months, I'm sure Daniel will find somewhere there for you to stay," I said, trying my damnest to stay cool, but my heart still raced knowing he would be living in the same house once again, but I had to get it into my head that things would be different, especially after what happened in Mexico.

Before I go any further, I better clue you in on what happened down there. It was when we were waiting to hear about Gerald's condition at that hospital in Acapulco that smelled like piss. We knew Chase would be ok by then, but Gerald was really in bad shape and Dr. Mike was operating on him.

I never saw Ryan so upset. Quiet tears just kept streaming down his face. He figured his best friend was dying and he had a difficult time handling it. He loved Gerald and made it known to him all the time. I put my arm around Ryan several times to comfort him when he would break down.

I can't say I was much better. I was a wreck too. Gerald had become an important part of my life and to see him all bloody and looking so pale, damn, it tore me up.

What I am trying to say is both Ryan and my emotions were running very high, and we were ripe for giving into things we shouldn't have.

I had gone off to have a smoke; even in a crisis like that, my addiction took control. I had to have a cigarette, so I walked outside to light up a Marlboro. At first I didn't notice that Ryan had followed me outside to get some air.

As I lit my cigarette and we began to talk about Gerald, again. He said how much he loved him and how much he meant to him and if anything happened to him, he would go really nuts. When Gerald disappeared when Andreas took control of him, Ryan said he was beside himself with grief not knowing where he was. He thought he lost him back then, now he felt like he was really going to loose him. That's when he broke down again. I took him in my arms and held him tight, but this time... well, before we knew it, we were kissing. I mean we were sucking face like crazy. I know I was hard and I grabbed Ryan's crotch and he was hard too. He groaned when I did, but then we stopped when we realized what we were doing. But it was too late.

We both turned our heads toward the glass door to the hospital and there stood Cole; he had seen our kiss. He turned and walked away.

"Shit," Ryan said and ran after him.

I stood there cursing myself, but I licked my lips where his lips touched them. That was all I needed, with what just happened between me and Ryan, and not knowing if Gerald was going to live or die, I lost it. I backed up against the wall and slid to the ground and balled like a baby.

I couldn't face Ryan after that, so I tried to avoid him the rest of the time we were there. It looked like he and Cole were trying to deal with what just happened. I figured I lost him not only as a lover, but as a friend.

I hadn't seen much of Ryan since we got back. I hadn't even talked with him much, except when we had a runway show or a shoot to do together, but even then it was strained. He was always on my mind though and always in my dreams.

It had been several weeks since I'd seen him, until he showed up in the yard saying he and Cole broke up. I wanted to hold him so bad, but I knew I had to wait.

"Look, Tad, I know we haven't talked much lately and I really wanted to call you, but with the problems Cole and I were having, I thought it best to wait," Ryan said breaking me out of thinking back to the past. "I really need to talk with you though."

"I'm sorry about that kiss in Mexico. It was all my fault. I hope that wasn't the reason you guys broke up."

Ryan was about to answer me, when Nick and Gerald came into the yard.

"Help me," Gerald said to Ryan and me, "Nicky is trying to kill me." Gerald was all sweaty and out of breath.

"No one is trying to kill you Ger," Nick said to him, "you know Dr. Mike wants you to do physical therapy."

"This ain't therapy, its abuse of a minor," Gerald said still out of breath, "You could get arrested for this you know."

Ryan and I looked at each other and laughed.

"Hey, Ry, what you doing here? We haven't seen you in a long time," Gerald said realizing Ryan was standing there, "its good to see you," he said and hugged his friend.

"Well, I came to see my best friend," he said to Gerald, then kissed him while tweaking his nipple.

"Yeah, right, what's the real deal. I can tell something's wrong."

Gerald has this uncanny way of knowing when the people he is closest to are troubled.

"Well, I'm going to stay here for a while. Cole and I broke up today."

"What?" Gerald and Nick said at the same time.

"I'm sorry Ry," Gerald said and hugged his friend again. Strange though, Gerald looked at me and winked. He really does know when someone is troubled.

"Yeah, Ryan, if there is anything Ger and I could do, we're here for you, bud," Nick added.

"Thanks guys, I really appreciate that, but I think I will be ok," Ryan said then looked at me and smiled. I thought that was a strange thing for someone who just broke up with the man of his dreams to say.

Then, we were interrupted by Daniel who came out with beers for all of us except Gerald who was not allowed to drink yet. Daniel had a can of diet coke for him. Gerald complained about that too.

I was disappointed that Ryan and I didn't get a chance to finish our conversation, but it was good to see Gerald doing so well. It was just about 3 months since the Incident and already he was running around with his shirt off, in his very low-slung shorts. Even with his bandage off and the scar still very visible, he looked very sexy.

It was also good to see Ryan again. I couldn't take my eyes off him throughout the day. I noticed several times that he was staring at me too. Could it be that he still had feelings for me too? No, I knew that part was over between him and me.

Late that evening, Daniel had gone up to bed, Gerald and Nick were in their room and you could guess what they were doing, but Chase was still at the studio. He seemed to spend a lot of time there back then. Chase and Daniel were having problems that no one wanted to talk about, but we all knew it had to do with The Incident. We just hoped they would work things out between them.

I was laying on the couch in the living room watching TV. I don't remember what I was watching because I wasn't paying attention and I had the sound off. Actually I was waiting for Ryan to come out of the shower. I figured since everyone was in bed this would be a perfect time for us to finish our conversation without any interruptions. I left my shorts on in case being naked would make Ryan uncomfortable. I wanted to do whatever it took to get him back, including taking my time and not rushing him. After all, he just broke up with Cole and he must be hurting.

Then the bathroom door opened and Ryan walked out with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist.

"You off to bed now?" I asked staring at him and his beautiful body.

"Yeah, I guess so," he replied. He looked so damn sexy with just that towel wrapped around him. His curly blond hair was still wet and hung down into his eyes, making him look hotter than hell.

"You sure you don't want your old room back? I don't mind going out on the back porch, again," I asked.

"No, I'll be ok."

We stood there staring at each other for an awkward minute or so.

"Tad, earlier you asked me why Cole and I broke up and if the kiss in Acapulco had anything to do with it."

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to," I said, but I really did want to know.

"No, I want to explain something to you," he said and sat down next to me. My heart raced and it was difficult to breathe having him sit so close to me. I wanted to take him in my arms and kiss him and make love to him, but all I did was squirm in my seat and adjust my growing hard-on in my shorts.

"Ok," I said.

Deep down I knew this was going to be the brush off. He just wanted to be friends, but damn I didn't think I could be just friends with him. I held my breath and waited for the ax to fall.

"Yeah, the kiss had something to do with it, but not everything. It did start Cole and me talking though. I was holding things in and not being honest with him cause I didn't want to hurt him. I think about our kiss a lot. I loved it and it started me thinking. The fact is, Cole knew what was wrong for a while and so did I, but I didn't have the balls to say anything to him. Our break up was a mutual thing and it was cordial. He even wished me luck."

"Luck with what?" I asked not sure what he was getting at.

"With you," Ryan stopped to see my reaction. At first it didn't register what he just said. "Fuck Tad, I'm so in love with you. All I think about is you and how I hurt you. It was always you ever since we first met. That first night we made love, I knew it was right then. I know you probably are still really pissed at me, but I was hoping you would give me another chance. I won't rush you or anything and I will understand if you tell me to go to hell. I made a mistake by breaking up with you and going with Cole. I only hope you can forgive me."

He stopped and I couldn't talk, my breathing became short and my heart raced a mile a minute. I felt dizzy and thought I was going to pass out. How do I tell him I never stopped loving him and hell yeah, I will give him another chance.

"Well, what do you say, do you think we could get back together sometime? I mean, it doesn't have to be right away. You can think about it if you want to, but I'm hoping you will take me back. I know I am talking a lot here, but I'm afraid to stop cause I think you're going to say no."

He just kept on talking and I couldn't get a word in, so I leaned over, grabbed him in my arms and kissed him, burying my tongue deep inside his mouth. We kissed in what seemed like forever, I didn't want it to stop, but we looked each other in our eyes.

"I'll take that as a yes, then," Ryan said. I smiled at him, then we kissed passionately again. God it felt good to feel his body next to mine and to taste his lips again. I was in heaven.

We let go of our embrace and he stood up and held out his hand to me. The towel that was wrapped around his waist had an obvious tent to it. I reached up, but instead of grabbing his hand, I grabbed the towel and let it fall to the floor.

Fuck, he is magnificent; that body of his is perfect, not to say his big manhood that was staring me in the face. I missed him so much. I stood up and he undid my shorts and I let them fall to the floor. My hard dick pointed back at him.

"Fuck Tad, you got the greatest body," he said. He was as much out of breath as I was. He took my hand and we walked into my bedroom and shut the door.

"Tad I..." Ryan began to say.

"Don't say nothing right now, Ryan," I interrupted, then took him in my arms and kissed him hard on the lips.

Our tongues danced inside our mouths as I lay down on the the bed and pulled him on top of me. Oh god, how good it was to feel his hard body press against mine. My hard cock rested in between his legs and I began to pump.

We stopped our kisses and he looked into my eyes and smiled.

"I love you, Tad," he whispered and before I got to tell him how I felt, he buried his tongue inside my mouth again.

He let go of my lips and began to lick his way down my body, stopping briefly at my right nipple to suck and nibble on it with his teeth.

"Oh fuck, Ryan," I gasped as he continued his descent to my hard cock that by now had a free flow of precum oozing from my pee slit. He licked my abs, then moved down to my trimmed pubes and took a deep breath, then lifted his head and looked at the tip of my cock that was so hard I thought it would tear from its skin.

His tongue touched the tip of my dick. I jumped with excitement, as his lips clamped around the crown, then ever so slowly slid down my shaft until it rested deep into his throat. I groaned loudly and he moved rapidly up and down on my cock. He suddenly stopped and looked up at me and smiled.

"You taste so fucking good," he said. I smiled then gave him the signal to turn his body so I could get a taste of his manhood again. He got on all fours over me, never letting my cock from his mouth. There it was his beautiful dick ready to enter my mouth once again. I opened wide and let it slide past my lips and down my throat knowing it would go all the way in and wouldn't affect my gag reflexes. I felt his hard cock deep down in my throat, then began to move my head up and down feeling every vein of his throbbing cock around my lips.

I was so lost in the feeling and taste of his cock I didn't realize I had approached my point of no return.

"Oh fuck I'm cumming," I shouted as my cock let loose inside Ryan's mouth. He began to swallow and moan, as if he was savoring every drop. I seemed to cum forever, but soon it was over, but he held my cock in his mouth.

I began to breathe hard. My dick didn't go down, I was still filled with lust of this man I loved so much.

"Fuck me, Ryan, fuck me now!" I said maybe a bit too loud, but I wanted his dick inside me.

He didn't say a word but went right for the drawer where the lube was, the same drawer we always kept it when we were together.

"Hmm, it still in the same place," he smiled, as he knelt between my spread out legs and coated his dick with the slick lube.

"Fuck, you look so hot," I panted then pulled my legs up in the air and wrapped my arms around them to hold them up for Ryan to enter me.

He smiled then moved into position, lined up his cock to my rosebud then ever so slowly pushed it into me.

"Oh fuck," I whispered nearly in tears. The man I love is inside me again.

"Oh god, Ryan," I said barely audible, "you feel amazing."

"Tad, I love you. I missed you," he gasped then leaned down and our lips met. My arms wrapped around his body and I drew him into me, forcing his cock to go deeper inside me.

"Fuck me, Ryan," I said into his ear and fuck me he did. Faster and harder he moved in and out of my hole and all I kept saying was more, more.

"Oh fuck," Ryan gasped as I felt his warm cum begin to fill me up. I heard it gush inside my ass as he continued to push inside me. Then he stopped moving, but I could tell by the expression on his face he was still cumming inside me.

Then his face relaxed, he was spent. I didn't realize until that moment, that I cummed again and it was all over my stomach.

I looked into his eyes and smiled as he lay on top of me. His softening dick was still deep inside me. I didn't want him to pull out, I wanted it inside me forever. We lay there for what seemed like hours just holding each other. We were tired but we didn't want to sleep. There was so much I wanted to say to him.

"I love you Ryan. I never stopped," I said with all my heart. He looked into my eyes while still laying on top of me. He had this gleam in his eyes.

"Well, from what I hear about you, you had every hot guy around and fucked everyone of Janice's gay models," Ryan said to me with a smile, "and a few that claimed to be straight as well." We laughed.

"Hmm, not everyone, at least I don't think so," I said and laughed again, "but I think I was just trying to forget you and all I ever did was compare them to you. No one even got close."

"I'm glad," he said then rolled off me. "Can I sleep with you tonight?"

"Oh so that's it, you just want to sleep in your old room," I joked and reached into the drawer next to the bed for a towel and wiped the cum from my chest and stomach then gave the towel to Ryan, who cleaned himself then threw the towel on the floor.

He rolled back on top of me and said to me very seriously, "I love you Tad, and that is no joke." We kissed and held onto each other.

"Move your things in here, Ryan. Let's just start where we left off," I said softly.

"Yeah, I'd like that."

We kissed then held each other again and we fell asleep in each other's arms. I was so happy that night. I still am.

Funny, the next morning, Ryan and I expected everyone to be surprised that we were back together.

"Hey, guys, how ya doing? Bet you guys slept good last night. There's coffee on the counter if you want some," Daniel said as Ryan and I, still naked, walked hand in hand into the kitchen.

"A...yeah," Ryan said. He looked at me and shrugged his shoulders. Neither one of us could figure out why Daniel wasn't surprised. He must have seen our puzzled looks.

"Look, guys, if you think anyone is going to be shocked that you two came out of that bedroom together, well think again. We knew this would happen sooner or later. Now what do you want for breakfast? Do you two have any work coming up, if not I will make us some pancakes."

"No, I don't have anything until next week," Ryan said not believing that he and Tad were that obvious.

"Me neither, I think we're doing the same show," I said. God I was so happy.

"Yeah, that's right. Sure we'll have the pancakes."

"Great," Daniel said.

I put my arm around Ryan and we kissed just as Nick and Gerald walked into the kitchen. It really felt good that we were all together again in our usual state of undress like that. I really liked it, I feel so comfortable.

"Mornin'" Gerald said still asleep, "Is there coffee made yet?" he asked.

"There's coffee made every morning, Ger," Nick said.

Neither Gerald nor Nick remarked about the kiss. Ryan and I looked at each other. Were he and I the only ones who didn't expect us to get back together?

"Look, guys," I said to Gerald and Nick, "Ryan and I decided to get back together last night."

"Duh!!" Gerald and Nick said at the same time.

"What we got for breakfast Dad?" Gerald asked his father.

We all sat around the table as Daniel brought in our breakfast. I looked at everyone. If I was the crying kind this is the time I would be crying. We were all here together again, like it should be. All that is, expect Chase. He was still having major difficulties, emotionally. But we had no doubt that he would come around, sooner or later, and things would really be back to normal.

I reached under the table and took Ryan's hand. I smiled, God I'm so happy.

Epilogue

Daniel stood at the patio door of their new house staring out toward the pool. Yes, Gerald convinced Daniel to put in a pool in the backyard, even though they had the world's largest "pool", the Pacific Ocean, just steps from their house.

Since, Daniel had no intentions of selling the old house, he decided to knock down the fence separating the two properties to make it one big complex consisting of the two houses. The new place was so large it took up most of the property next door and virtually had no yard. But since the old house was much smaller and had a large backyard, Daniel figured, by knocking down the fence they would have this area as a private playground that not only consisted of a pool, but also and in-ground Jacuzzi, and a built-in barbeque and plenty more room to entertain.

He watched as his son and Nick played in the pool. Since it was an unseasonably warm November day, both boys swam naked in the privacy of the yard. It looked so natural for them to do this. Chase, who was also in his usual state of undress, was busy taking pictures of the two boys as they splashed and dived into the water, playing their not so innocent game of tag and grab.

Chase turned toward the new house and saw his lover standing there in the patio doorway with his arms folded in front of him and leaning his shoulder against the frame of the door with his legs crossed as he gazed out into the yard.

"Fuck, he's so beautiful," Chase said to himself then began to take pictures of his naked partner.

At first Daniel didn't notice, but after Chase stood directly in front of him with the camera pointed at his face, Daniel finally realized what his lover was doing.

He was over the insecurity of having his picture taken so he just smiled and let him do what he does best.

"You having fun?" Daniel asked sarcastically.

"As a matter of fact I am," Chase said while taking more pictures. He stopped, looked at his lover, then lowered his camera and kissed his lips. He smiled and remembered the shy person his lover used to be and how insecure he was about everything, especially his body. Sometimes he missed the old Daniel, but was so proud and so in love with the strong person he is now, but kept the person he used to be as a fond and loving memory.

"You're so fucking hot," Chase said, "How the hell I ever held back for 8 months and not touch that body of your, I'll never know."

"Well, we sure have been making up for it the past couple weeks," Daniel said with a laugh.

"Is that a complaint?" Chase joked.

"Fuck no baby," Daniel said then took Chase in his arms and kissed him.

"Hey you two, get a room," Ryan yelled as he and Tad walked into the yard clutching their suitcases.

"Great you guys are back," Gerald yelled as he and Nick got out of the pool, grabbed towels and dried themselves and wrapped the towels around their waists.

"What's it like being in Paris for two weeks?" Nick asked the new arrivals.

"Well we were busy most of the time strutting the catwalks in our underwear and didn't get to see too much of the city, but we're going back at the end of summer," Tad explained.

"Oh that's great," Daniel said.

"Seems Jean Paul Gaultier liked us and thought we were cute cause we were a couple and wants us back for his winter fashion show," Ryan said.

"Wow, that's so cool," Chase said, "Wish I could take pictures of that someday."

"Well you just might. He's coming to Los Angeles after the holidays for some kind of conference. He found out we know you and asked to meet you," Ryan said.

"He likes your work. He said he's a fan." Tad added.

"Me? Wow," Chase said impressed that someone like the famous dress designer, Jean Paul Gaultier, would want to meet him. ,

"He said he has both your photobooks and was very impressed with Daniel and would definitely love to meet him, too," Tad said and they all laughed. Daniel shook his head and smiled. He actually felt flattered instead of embarrassed.

"We could have a reception at the studio when he comes in. Speaking of the studio, we all better get dressed. Tonight's the big night," Daniel said changing the subject.

"Yeah, we get to see the secret project," Gerald said. Daniel had been working on something special that he wouldn't tell anyone in the family. Its all been so hush, hush, and has peaked everyone's curiosity.

"Yeah, and all of our friends will be there for the big unveiling," Daniel said, "so get dressed everyone."

"Wait!" Ryan said, "we have an announcement to make." He looked at Tad, took his hand, and smiled. Everyone stopped and looked at the handsome couple.

"Well, what is it," an impatient Gerald said.

Ryan took a deep breath and began.

"Tad and I were sitting in this café in Paris one night, drinking French Champagne," Ryan started, "and, well, the Eiffel Tower was in the background and, hell, Tad looked so damn sexy and well..."

"Oh christ, he proposed to me and I accepted," Tad said getting impatient with Ryan's way of making the announcement.

At first there was dead silence, then everyone gave out a big yell of approval. Gerald jumped in Ryan's arms and wrapped his legs around him and kissed him all over his face.

"This is so great," Gerald said, then jumped down off of Ryan, and bent down and pick up the towel that had fallen off him when he jumped in his best friends arms. He threw the towel over his shoulder instead of wrapping it around his waist again.

"Who would have thought, huh?" Gerald said to Ryan who looked into his eyes and knew exactly what he meant.

"Yeah, two fucking street hustlers lives got turned around like this, thanks to those two over there," Ryan said then took Gerald in his arms and looked at Chase and Daniel. He and Gerald held each other tight. Gerald's thoughts were of how great it was that Ryan had found someone like Tad and they were going to get "married".

Ryan on the other hand couldn't help but think of what life would have been like if Gerald had died. He couldn't imagine a world without his best buddy.

Nick went up to Tad and gave him a hug, then kissed his lips. "This is such good news Tad. I'm really happy that you got what you wanted."

"Thanks Nick, we want you and Gerald to be our best men for the ceremony," Tad said, "You guys are our best friends and its just natural that you should be."

Daniel and Chase gave Ryan and Tad a hug and congratulated them both.

"Have you two, picked a date yet?" Daniel asked.

"No not yet, but it will have to be sometime next summer, after these two turn 18," Ryan said of Nick and Gerald.

"Now we have something else to look forward to when we turn 18, right dad?" Gerald said smiling at Daniel. He was referring to Daniel's promise that when he and Nick turn 18, Daniel and Chase would take them up to their bedroom for "fun and games".

"Hmm, I don't know about that Gerald. A lot has changed since then," Daniel said.

"You promised dad," Gerald said with a sly grin.

"Well for one thing, I wasn't your father when I said that. So I doubt you can hold me to that promise...Son," Daniel said.

"Yeah, guys things have changed," Chase agreed, but without Daniel seeing, he winked and smiled at Nick and Gerald. Gerald gave a big broad smile and knew what that meant and thought it best to drop the subject for now.

Daniel stopped and looked around him, then looked at Tad and Ryan and shouted out. "Oh fuck, oh fuck," Daniel said, while spinning around and holding his hands to his forehead, "I have the greatest idea. Why didn't I think of this before? Chase we have to talk."

"What is it dad?"

"We'll talk about it later, you and Nick go dress up and Ryan and Tad, go change into something less comfortable," Daniel ordered. They all went into the house to their respective rooms, while Daniel and Chase went to the master suite. Chase shut and locked the bedroom door.

"You had me all worked up standing there naked like that," Chase said then, pushed his lover toward the bed and they fell onto it while burying their tongues inside their mouths.

"I want to taste you Daniel. I want your cum in my mouth and all over my body. I want to drown in you," Chase said as he felt his lover cock grow to full erection under him.

"Anything you want babe. My body is yours to do with what pleases you," Daniel replied. He looked at his lover, then pulled him down to him and their lips met again. Chase was lost in his passion and began to move down his lover's smooth, shaved body. He licked his chest letting his saliva ooze from his mouth onto his nipple and spread it around with his tongue.

"Fuck," Daniel puffed, finding what his lover was doing to him extremely erotic.

Chase continued down to Daniel's 8 pack abs, but rubbed them with his hand first.

"You're body is so...so, unreal Daniel. It's like it is chiseled work of art."

Daniel just puffed more and while Chase began to lick his abs, running his tongue up and down over each muscled ridge.

He moved down to his trimmed pubes, inhaled deeply then licked up his lover's shaft and slid his lips all the way down the rock hard cock.

"Fuck, Chase, god," Daniel said. He was lost in lust again, lust he missed for so many months while his lover sorted out his problems.

"You're getting me real close," Daniel said and Chase began to pump harder and faster until Daniel cried out.

"I'm gonna cum, babe," he said as his shot his load down Chase's waiting throat. "Fuck" he cried out again and another load exploded from his cock. Chase's mouth was full of Daniel's cum, when Daniel stopped his orgasm. Chase slid his lips from Daniel's shaft then moved up to his lips. Daniel knew what he was doing and open his mouth while Chase slowly snowballed his cum from this mouth into Daniel's.

Daniel loved when they did this and swallowed all he could. Meanwhile, this had excited Chase to a point where he was ready to cum without anyone touching his very sensitive cock. He knelt next to Daniel and began to beat off.

"Cum in my mouth Chase," Daniel pleaded.

"K," he puffed, "here it comes babe, open up."

Daniel opened his mouth just as Chase let off his first shot of spunk that landed square in the back of his throat. He swallowed it just as Chase shot again but this time it missed his mouth and landed on his cheek and nose. Daniel then clamped his lips around Chase's cock to make sure he didn't miss anymore his lover elixir. Chase cummed two more times and Daniel swallowed each one. Chase's body began to shiver from the sensitive tip of his cock that Daniel still had in his mouth. He pulled it from Daniel's mouth then lean back and smiled.

"Fuck you're good," Chase said then leaned down and lick his cum from Daniel's face then kissed his lips deep and hard.

"You ain't have bad yourself, you sexy mother fucker," Daniel said with a laugh as Chase collapsed on top of him. They laid there holding each other, then Chase remember the reason they were up in the bed room.

"We need to dress up," he said.

"Yeah, but it feels so good just laying like this with you," Daniel said.

"There'll be many more days like this Daniel," Chase assured his lover, "Now what was it that you wanted to discuss with me?"

"Oh yeah," Daniel said as they went into the bathroom to shower, where Daniel told Chase of his plan.

After they showered and dressed, Chase and Daniel walked down the wide staircase that led from the second floor to the main living area of the new house. Gerald, Nick, Tad and Ryan were all there sitting and talking when they noticed the couple walk into the living room.

"Well its about time," Gerald said, "I bet you two were shagging up there."

"Ha! You can't here us fuck like you did in the old house," Chase laughed.

"You always knew we were listening," Ryan said with a laugh.

"You made more noise beating off than we did up there fucking, it was really a turn on, though. I'm going to miss it," Daniel said. They all looked at each other and began to laugh.

The laughter finally died down and Daniel went to the refrigerator and got a bottle of Champagne and Chase got six of the new Champagne Flutes they bought.

"Champagne?" Gerald said. He remembered the first time he tasted Champagne at Chelsea's studio, during Daniel and Chase's exhibits. He remembered how much he liked it and how drunk he got too.

"Yes, this is an occasion," Daniel said, "Ryan and Tad just announced they were getting "married" and we just wanted to toast them. That, and we have something to propose to them as well."

"Huh? What's that?" Tad asked.

"Champagne Toast first," Daniel said.

Chase popped the cork and poured everyone a glass as they stood in a circle in the living room.

"To you Ryan and Tad," Daniel started, "You came here as strangers only to become an important part of our lives. Congratulations on your upcoming commitment ceremony. We're going to have one hell of a party," They raised their glasses and clinked them together and took a drink.

"Now, there is something Chase and I want to ask you two," Daniel said as everyone sat down in the living room.

"What's that?" Tad asked.

"Well, you two hot models will be flying to Paris, and Rome, and Milan and points all over the world and we thought it might be nice for you two to have a place of your own." The room went silent.

"You're kicking us out?" Ryan asked, thinking that was Daniel and Chase's proposal.

"Dad you can't kick them out," Gerald protested.

"Well we are," Chase said.

"But only if they want to," Daniel added.

"What do you mean?" Ryan asked.

"Newlyweds need a place where they can have privacy. A place where they can be alone or entertain friends, without family sticking their noses in to their business, yet not being too far away that they can't walk next door to be with their family when they want or need too."

"What are you saying Daniel?" Tad asked.

"Chase and I would like to give you the house next door as a wedding present. We will pay to have the place remodeled anyway you want to. You can upgrade or expand rooms and we will even pay for you to furnish it. What do you say?"

Tad and Ryan looked at each other.

"Daniel that's your family home, we cant do that?" Ryan said.

"You are my family now Ryan, you and Tad are part of us. We want you to be happy, but we don't want you to move too far from us. What do you guys say?"

Ryan and Tad looked at each other and smiled.

"What do you think Tad," Ryan asked his lover.

"What the hell why not," Tad said and he and Ryan kissed. Everyone gave out a cheer got up and hugged.

"We'll get in touch with the architect who designed this house, to see what kind of changes you want to make," Daniel said.

"I know one thing I want," Tad said, "that's to open up the back of the house so the yard and this house will always be visible to us."

"Yeah, I like that idea," Ryan said.

"Here, here," Daniel said as they all took another drink of Champagne and toasted the couple again.

A few hours later, Chase and Daniel, stood in the crowded gallery of their new studio that separated the two artist's giant workspaces.

The side of the gallery that lead to Chase's Studio, was filled with Chase's pictures and the other side that lead to Daniel's Studio had Daniel's sculptures displayed. In the center of the two galleries was something new. It was a large piece covered in a black cloth so no one could see it just yet. This was part of Daniel's surprise and he couldn't wait for everyone to see it, especially Chase.

He took a deep breath and watched as the people milled about talking and laughing and coming up to him to congratulate him for whatever they were about to see. Daniel kept it a secret from everyone, except for a few of his helpers who set this up without anyone seeing them.

Chase came up to his lover just as Michael and Charlie approached them.

"Well, what you got to show us," Charlie asked Chase.

"Beats the fuck out of me," Chase said, "Daniel sure knows how to keep a secret, that's for sure."

"I'm sure whatever is under that shroud, it will be spectacular," Michael said then leaned in and kissed Daniel and then Chase. Charlie took Daniel in his arms and whispered in his ear.

"He looks great, Daniel."

"Yeah, he's really trying hard now, beside the sex has been fantastic," Daniel whispered and he and Charlie laughed hard.

"What you two laughing at," Chase said as he put his arm around his partner's waist.

"Oh I was just telling Charlie what a great fuck you are," Daniel laughed.

"Well Charlie knows all about that," Chase said with a huge grin.

The four of them continued to laugh as Daniel thought of how important Michael and Charlie were to their family.

He thought merely to say thank you to Michael was never enough for what he did, but Michael didn't want anything at all. He was just glad that Gerald and Chase came out of their ordeal and were able to live life as it should be.

Daniel also remembered what Charlie was like when they had the confrontation at Scotties Restaurant. "Who would have thought then, that Charlie would become both our best friend?"

"Daniel, everything is ready," one of Daniel's assistance said.

"Thanks Daryl. Ok everyone; it's Show Time," Daniel said then took Chase's hand and walked out in front of the crowd and then stood next to the shrouded piece in the gallery.

Daniel looked out at the people in the people in front of him. He marveled that everyone, with the exception of very few photographers for various magazines, were their friends. A year ago, he would never have thought it possible for him to have a room full of friends, but there they all were.

Marty and Butch, who they hadn't seen in ages, were in the back of the room. All of Chase's surf bud's were there, cheering Chase and him on. Clark and Tommy milled about talking with everyone in the room, promoting their new line of men's and woman's wear.

Eduardo, who was now a full time nursing student, thanks to a scholarship Michael set up for him, had just arrived from the hospital still in his scrubs. He came with his new boyfriend who was a resident doctor at the hospital he trained in, who also had an uncanny resemblance to Michael.

Jason, Rusty, PJ, and Juan, who had become permanent fixtures around their house, were there along with several other of the models from Janice's agency. Even Janice was there, with a mysterious handsome man, she introduced to everyone.

In the foreground were Tad, Ryan, Michael and Charlie, who of course were family and not just friends. Next to them were Chelsea and Noah, holding baby Henrietta. Devin and Shelby, holding Devin junior, were there too.

Cole showed up with his former boyfriend, Paul. They started dating again just recently and were trying to make another go of it. Daniel was happy that Cole had Paul in his life again. Cole was too nice a guy to spend his life hunting for Mr. Right. Hopefully he has better luck with Paul than he had with Andreas.

Donnie was there with Judy, who was six months pregnant. Nick couldn't get over he was going to be an uncle. He told his brother and sister-in-law, no matter if it's a boy or a girl, he was going to show them how to throw a football.

Several people from Gerald and Nick's school were there including Dave Mason with his wife. Brian Sanderson, the teacher from the Gay-Straight Alliance was there with his partner of ten years. He came Out to his fellow teachers and his students a few months back, to no one's surprise.

Jenny was there with none other than Bradley. They were an item that the whole school was talking about. Jenny still couldn't make up her mind if she was straight or a lesbian. She was definitely in her straight stage with Bradley, who found it pretty enticing that the girl he was dating used to have sex with other girls. He told her he wanted to watch someday. Jenny agreed only if she could watch him have sex with a guy. So far, the subject hasn't been brought up again.

Clarence was standing next to the couple with his new boyfriend, a kid he met when Jenny, Bradley, Nick and Gerald, too him to Teen night at Rage. They were dating for two weeks, now. That's a commitment for some teenagers.

Then there was his son who was standing next to Nick holding his hand. Gerald looked at his dad with this big proud "that's my old man up there," smile on his face. While Daniel grinned thinking, "That cute kid there is my son. Who would have thought I would be a dad."

Nick put his arm around Gerald's shoulders and pulled him toward him. Gerald rested his head on Nick's shoulder while staring at his dad and Chase. Nick kissed Gerald on the top of his head. He hardly thought of The Incident anymore. He was just glad this boy he loved so much had come out of the ordeal good as new.

"Ok, I can see everyone has a glass of Champagne," Daniel shouted after he saw his assistants fill up the last glass of the sparkling wine. Everyone began to shush until the room quieted down. All eyes were on Daniel. Daniel thought that just a few months ago he would have freaked out being in a room with all those people staring at him waiting for him to speak, but now, it didn't faze him at all. He was with friends.

"Before I reveal what is under this black drape, I have a surprise for my partner here," Daniel began.

"Huh? What the hell you doing?" Chase said with an embarrassed grin.

"A toast to my partner, Chase Bell for his 21st birthday that he missed because he was ill. Happy Birthday Chase, old man," Daniel and everyone in the room yelled Happy Birthday and took a drink of their Champagne.

Daniel then snapped his fingers toward the entrance to his studio, and all the lights went out and Daniel's assistances rolled out a huge birthday cake with 21 candles burning on it. With Daniel in the lead, everyone began to sing the Happy Birthday Song to his lover. Chase was overwhelmed and hugged his partner.

"I'll get even with you for this," Chase joked.

"Yeah, I'll wrestle you about it tonight," Daniel said with a seductive grin, just as the last verse of the song completed and the room gave out a big cheer.

"Make a wish and blow out the candles old man," Daniel said, "you are officially an adult now." Everyone laughed as Chase closed his eyes, made a wish, took a deep breath, leaned over the cake and blew out all the candles in one breath. Everyone cheered as the lights went back on.

"He's really is good at blowing," Daniel joked to the delight of the crowd who laughed and cheered. Chase was red as a beet, but managed to call out.

"Yeah, you better believe I am," Chase said and everyone continued to laugh.

Daniel hugged his partner, "What did you wish?" he whispered in Chase's ear.

Chase looked at Daniel, "That everything would stay like this." Daniel smiled and kissed his lover hard on the lips, not caring they were in front of so many people.

The assistance moved the big cake out of the way and began to cut it into slices to serve to the guests. Daniel continued his speech with his arm around Chase's waist.

"Chase, I didn't give you a 21st birthday present last May, because... well because it wasn't ready yet. So..." Daniel said to Chase and took his hand, then walked over to where a cord was hanging from a pulley on the ceiling "Chase, my love, I give you ... The Naked Surfer."

Daniel pulled the cord and the black shroud fell to the floor revealing Daniel's life size bronze statue of Chase in the nude, crouching down, surfing in the curl of a large wave.

Cameras flashed as the room went wild with cheers and Chase was overwhelmed. He looked at the statue, then looked at his lover. He grinned, then looked back at the statue of his likeness, again.

"This Naked Surfer has a hard-on," Chase laughed as he stared at the bronze likeness of himself surfing with an erection.

"I wanted everyone to see what I get to see," Daniel laughed. He had decided a long time ago to make the statue with Chase excited. After all, it wasn't for sale, it was just to be on display at the gallery. "Besides, I've seen you surf naked with a hard on before." Daniel added with a laugh.

Chase smiled, then took Daniel in his arms and kissed him on the lips as the crowd once more gave out a loud cheer. All the horror of growing up with his dad's constant beatings, all the terror of the Incident was all behind him. Now it was time for he and Daniel to live their lives as it was meant to be.

And Daniel had most of his insecurities behind him now. He wasn't afraid to stand up for what was right, and he wasn't insecure about his body and looks anymore. Andreas Muller was dead and there was no immediate threat to his lover or his son. He was the confident and capable head of a group of people he called his family.

Gerald couldn't contain himself anymore and ran to his dad and Chase and put his arms around them. Gerald was safe now, and had a home, and a dad, and a big bro, and "the best damn boyfriend a guy could ever want." He put out of his memory his miserable childhood with his sister and perverted brother in law. The times living on the streets and being held captive by Andreas were also put in a special part of him memory that he would bring out when he allowed it to. He was happy, happier than he ever was in his young life. He had a family, a real family.

The crowd was still cheering and neither Gerald, Chase, nor Daniel said a word. They knew what they were thinking, and that felt good. Were things perfect? Not by a long shot; they still had issued to be resolved, but they felt warm and safe, and they felt loved. They had each other. What else could anyone ask for?

The End...