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Mark Stevens
This chapter is dedicated to all of the people who write and encourage me to continue with this story line. In reality, I thought this would be the last chapter and Lance and Jonathan would "live happily ever after". Well, who knows, perhaps they will...and again, you just never know about life. Let's continue our travels with them and see what turns up.
Hugs
Mark
Nurse and the Patient, Part 23
Jonathan rolled over in bed and opened his eyes. He discovered Lance already awake, his eyes focused on the ceiling above the bed, one arm behind his head.
"Good morning," he greeted.
Lance removed his arm and pushed himself up on the pillow. "Morning," he answered.
"Have you been awake long?"
"A while."
Jonathan asked, "Something on your mind?"
"Not really. Yeah, sort of," Lance added.
"Care to talk about it?"
"I've been thinking about my mother."
Jonathan reached over and placed a hand on Lance's chest. "Is everything okay, Lance?"
Lance nodded. "I've just been thinking back and remembering just how unhappy my mother always seemed. I really did think it was me that made her so unhappy."
"I hope you realize differently." Jonathan moved his hand up and brushed across Lance's cheek. "You do know this, do you not?"
Lance was quiet for a minute or so, his eyes returning back to the ceiling. When he looked once again at Jonathan, he said, "I think I am going to have a long talk with Edith about her."
"You think she might know something that you don't?"
"It's possible. After all, she knew her long before I was born."
Jonathan was thoughtful for a time. Finally he said, "That might be a very good idea. When do you want to see her?"
"I thought perhaps we could give her a call this morning and see if she is free this afternoon. Is that all right with you?"
"Certainly, it's okay with me. I'm all for anything that helps you discover your roots, past and present, and I think your grandmother is just the person to help with that."
The look Lance gave Jonathan was so full of love there wasn't any need for words. All the same, he said, "You are truly the best thing ever to happen to me. When you speak of the present and the future, do you know what I am reminded of?"
Jon shook his head. "There's not much telling."
"Well, you have nothing to do with my past, but the present and future, well, that's a different story."
"So you are saying you not only have me in your present, but that you want me in your future as well?"
"Damn straight, I want you. In my future, and at this very moment, as you can see for yourself, I want you know."
Jonathan looked to where Lance pointed and saw that his lover did indeed want him, and from the looks of it, in the worst way. Lance's cock was standing at full mast in the middle of the thick brown forest that surrounded it.
"What brought this on?"
Lance grinned. "Well, it started when you woke up and started talking to me. Just feeling you next to me in bed, the way you touched my chest, my cheek, well, need I say any more?"
"You are a horned dog," Jonathan laughed.
Lance reached over and wrapped his fingers around Jon's rapidly growing cock. "Doesn't look as if you have any complaints," he reminded with a grin.
"No complaints at all," Jon said. With that, he put his arms around Lance and pulled him tightly to him, two hairy chests rubbing, two extremely hard and now dripping dicks kissing each other, blond pubes blending in with thick brown curls, and one set of hairy and full of cum balls snuggling next to another equally hairy and just as full.
Jonathan placed his mouth hard against Lance's lips. Immediately one tongue went in search of the other and quickly found what it was looking for. The kiss lasted a full minute, forcing out more passion as the seconds went by.
Finally Jonathan broke the kiss. "Fuck me," he ordered. "I need to feel you inside me."
Before Lance could make a move, Jonathan leaned down and gently circled his tongue around one of Lance's nipples. As he traced it, he left a wet trail in the thick brown fur that surrounded the hard point.
Lance moaned. "God, that feels so fucking awesome!"
Jonathan slowly made his way across the hairy chest to the other nipple. He licked and teased and played with it until he had Lance practically floating off the bed.
"You're driving me out of my fucking mind," Lance groaned.
Still not saying a word, Jonathan slowly traveled down the hairy chest enjoying the feel of the course brown curls as they reached out and tickled his tongue, The lower he traveled the louder Lance moaned. When he reached the outer edge of Lance's thick pubic bush he stopped for a second just to savor the sent created by that thick brown forest. Lots of things about his lover fascinated him, made him crazy with desire, but the thing that made him most crazy, filled him with more desire than he could stand at times, was that thick hairy brown cock forest. He could never get enough of admiring it, running his fingers through those tight curls, sniffing the wonderful fragrance that those thick strands of hair gave off.
Inhaling one last time, he slid his tongue right down the middle of the forest, stopping at the base of Lance's thick hard cock. Once again, he inhaled deeply and then worked along the hard shaft leaving a wet trail as he went in search of the thick mushroom head that was leaking like a steady stream of water.
Lance took a deep breath as he felt Jon's lips circling the outer edge of his dick. "Oh, fuck, suck it, Babe," he moaned. "Make it really hard before I fuck your ass."
Jonathan continued working Lance's thick cock between his lips. After a time he said, "Fuck me," Lance. I need your dick in my ass."
Jonathan dropped back down on the bed on his back. He spread his legs wide and said, "My hairy hole is ready for you to plow through. Give it to me; fill it with your thick hot juice."
Jonathan had taken such good care of Lance' dick, and there was no need to use any lube. He would have no trouble plowing through the wet hole.
Jon moaned when he felt the leaky cock tip touch his entrance. He felt Lance pause for a brief second and then give a gentle push. Another shudder coursed though his body.
"I'm really hard, Babe," Lance whispered. "You okay?"
"Hell, yeah," Jon groaned. "Give it all to me. I'm ready for you to fuck me."
"All right, get ready; I'm going the rest of the way inside."
Jonathan moaned as he felt Lance fill his wet hole with his hard cock. When he felt those thick brown pubes press against his hairy balls he almost went over the edge. He took a deep breath and tried to relax. He wasn't ready to shoot his load.
"Damn, you feel so good," Lance breathed. "I love feeling my cock inside that hot ass."
"You do feel good," Jon agreed.
"Am I hurting you?"
"No, not at all," he assured Lance. "Pound my ass now. I'm ready for you."
Lance started out with a slow gentle movement, forcing his cock to open Jon's ass more with each thrust. Each time found him going deeper than the last time. He suddenly felt Jonathan rising to meet each movement he made. Lance began matching the force Jonathan was exhibiting and soon the two together were humping each other to the point it looked like they might fall over the edge of the bed. The more they humped the louder they moaned.
Lance suddenly cried out, "I'm going to cum." The words said he began pounding Jon as hard as he could until they both felt Lance's cock swell up and the first rope of cum shoot out and cover the walls of Jon's already wet slippery ass.
"Fuck!" Jonathan exclaimed. "You're pushing me over the edge. I'm going to shoot my load. Here it comes!"
While Lance was still shooting his hot thick cum deep inside Jonathan's ass, he felt the first spurt of hot cum shoot from his lover's dick and land between the two hairy chests. As Lance lay there, his cock still buried deep inside the wet slippery hole it had just fucked, he felt a thick creamy load quickly making a trail, making a slick matted road as it made its way downward.
For a time neither one spoke. It was as if both had used up every bit of energy they had and were waiting for a recharge.
Finally Lance said, "Wow, talk about intense."
"It was fucking awesome," Jon sighed. "I never have any complaint about the way or ways you fuck me, but let me assure you, this morning was definitely no ordinary fuck. I can assure you of that," he added.
"I agree.
Feeling Lance's cock still buried deeply inside his cum-filled hole, Jonathan rose up and kissed Lance on the mouth. "God, I love you so much, Lance."
Lance returned the kiss. "You know how much I love you. You are my world, Jonathan Davis."
For a few moments they lay there with Lance still buried inside Jon. They were quiet and the need for words simply was not there. It was enough for them both just to be together and share feelings, even the ones that were left unspoken.
All of a suddenly Jonathan felt Lance soften up, and his cock slowly removed itself from the cum-sprayed cave it had been nested in.
Jonathan laughed. "Guess he's through for the time being."
"Seems that way," Lance nodded. "Don't worry, I have a feeling he will come looking for his favorite man cave again very soon."
"He had better."
Lance rose up from the bed. "I think I am ready for a shower. I seem to be a sticky mess." He looked down at his cum smeared cock as he spoke.
Jonathan closed his legs, forcing his thighs to touch. "And I'm not a mess?" he grinned. "If I'm not careful I'm going to leak all the way into the bathroom. Someone filled me up with so much cum I'm sure it's all going to run down my leg the minute I stand up."
"Are you complaining again?"
Jonathan sat up on the edge of the bed. "Not me," he said. "I have no complaints at all. You keep me satisfied in every way possible."
"You do know the right thing to say, don't you, Babe?"
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Jonathan and Lance once again found themselves on Edith Baxter's porch. Lance had just turned the handle of the old bell, and they listened as the ancient ring sounded behind the closed door.
The door was quickly thrown open and they were met face to face with Lance's grandmother. She gave them a big smile.
"How are my boys? It's so good to see you two again. Come inside this moment," she told them.
"Thanks for seeing us, Edith," Lance said as they followed his grandmother through the room.
"I was so glad you called," she said. She gave them another smile. "You two know just how to make my day. Have a seat, please. I baked some Banana Bread this morning. How about a piece with a cup of coffee?" she asked.
"Sounds good, Edith," Jonathan assured her.
The old woman disappeared through the door that led to the kitchen. She quickly returned with a tray that held a small platter of bread, three cups, and a steaming pot of coffee. "I hope you like the Banana Bread. It's my own special recipe," she added with a grin.
"Would it by chance contain liquor? The recipe, I mean?" Lance asked with a grin.
"Why would you think that?"
"Because I suddenly remember my mother making something like this one Christmas," Lance said, surprised that such a memory flashed across his mind.
His grandmother shrugged her shoulders. "Secret's in the recipe," she said. "Not for me to tell," she added, a big grin forming on her face."
Sitting the tray down on the coffee table, Edith said, "Help yourself to the Banana Bread. I'll pour the coffee."
Jonathan and Lance each took a piece of the still warm bread and accepted the cup of steaming coffee they were handed.
"Your bread is simply delicious, Edith," Jonathan praise after taking a bite.
"Thank you, dear boy. I'm so glad you like it. I love cooking for people."
"That settles it, you're moving in with us and becoming our cook," Lance teased her.
"Oh, no, we've already had this conversation. You two have your own lives, as do I." She took a sip from her own cup and continued, "However, I would never complain about cooking for the two of you any time you want me to. But, and I do mean `but', it will have to be in my own kitchen. Lord, I've cooked there for over fifty years. I would be completely lost in another kitchen."
"I can understand that," Jonathan assured her. "When I first started taking care of Lance as a patient, I had to learn how to cook all over simply because of the difference in his kitchen setup and my own."
"As I recall, I don't believe it took you very long to learn your way around," Lance corrected him. "I think from the get go your meals were delicious. I just wasn't ready to accept them."
Edith looked sharply at each of them. Then her eyes on her grandson, she asked, "Just what are you trying to tell me"
"Well, sad to say, I wasn't a very good patient at the start of things."
"Is he telling me the truth?" Edith asked Jonathan.
"It didn't take me too long to melt him. In no time at all he was showing me how much he appreciated me."
"Do I want to hear this?"
"Probably not," Lance assured her. He gave her a smile. "You do realize how much Jon means to me, do you not?"
"I most certainly do. I am so glad the two of you found each other."
"Our relationship doesn't bother you?" Jon asked.
A puzzled look crossed the old woman's face. "Why should it `bother' me, as you put it?"
"Well, not everyone would agree that Jonathan and I should be together."
Edith was quiet for a moment. Suddenly her face went from relaxed look to a severe look. "I take it you are talking about the narrow minded folks?"
"That's one way to describe certain people," Jonathan agreed.
"First of all, it's no one's business who loves whom. To hell with them," she added fiercely.
"I don't concern myself with what most people think about me and the love I have for Jon. The only person that counts in my life, other than Jon, is you, Edith, and, of course, Jon's mother, Lois," he added.
A tender look formed in his grandmother's eyes. "Well, I don't think you have any doubt how I feel about the two of being together. And I have a feeling Jonathan's mother has told you the same thing. Am I correct?"
"You are," Lance answered softly.
"Good, then it's all settled." Then getting a serious look in her eyes, Edith said, "I know, you absolutely love my bread, my coffee, and my company; however, something tells me this is not the only reason for your visit." She sat her cup down and said, "So, just what is the real purpose for your visit this afternoon?"
Jonathan looked at Lance. "Just talk to her," he encouraged.
"There is such a hard look on your face, Lance. Tell me, baby boy, what's really on your mind?"
"It's my mother," Lance finally said.
When he didn't continue, the old woman said softly, "What about your mother?"
Jonathan sat on the edge of the old fashioned sofa. "Maybe if I leave the two of you alone you could talk better."
"Nonsense, Jon," Lance told him. He reached over and placed his hand on top Jonathan's. "I want you here."
"Tell me, Lance, what is it you want to know about your mother. I'm not certain just what you are looking to find out, but whatever I know I will be glad to share with you."
"I appreciate that very much. Just tell me what she was like. When she was younger, I mean. What I remember most about her is that she always seemed so very unhappy."
"She was unhappy in later years," Edith agreed. "However, she wasn't always that way."
"I guess that is the part I want to hear about."
Edith Baxter sat back in her chair and her eyes took on a far away look. In fact she was in deep thought so long the two men thought she had forgotten they were in the room with her. Finally she closed her eyes for half a minute or so and then reopened them.
At first the words she spoke were so soft that both Jonathan and Lance had to strain to hear what she said.
"Kathleen Smyth was beautiful. In fact, to this day I don't believe I have ever seen anyone more beautiful than she was. From the moment she was born there was just something that attracted people to her. She had such a good loving personality. Everyone that was around her loved her. As she grew up that didn't change. She just became more loving and cared for everyone she knew.
"It's no wonder your father fell in love with her the first time he met her. She was just that lovely.
"You're speaking of Carter Wilson, I take it?"
"He was your father." The words were spoken sharply.
"I'm sorry, Edith, I didn't mean to upset you. I'm still trying to sort this whole mess in my head."
Her voice had a gentle sound to it now. "I know you are. It is a lot to sort out, I will admit."
"Please, go on," Lance prodded his grandmother.
"I always did think your grandfather knew about Carter, that he really was my child. Although I never told anyone, especially him, it was just something I sort of felt between the two of us. After all, I was already working for him when I became pregnant. Even though I took a leave of absence before I even looked like I was expecting a baby, I think he always knew. I always felt like he gave Carter a job because he knew who he really was, that I was his mother. I think he felt it would give me a chance to be around the boy, even though I couldn't tell him I was his mother."
When she paused, Jonathan said, "That had to really be hard on you, Edith."
"It could have been," Edith admitted. "Still, just to be able to spend a big part of the week around him, even though I couldn't tell him I was his mother, well, it made me so happy."
"Did he work for the company long before he met my mother?"
"Not long at all," she answered. "In fact, I think he saw her the first month of his employment. She was always coming in to see her father. Her mother had been gone for several years by this time, and the two of them were very close. Kathleen worshiped the ground Ronald Smyth walked on."
"How did you feel when you realized they must have feelings for each other?" Lance asked.
"Oh, I was very happy. For everyone involved," she added. "You see, Ronald Smyth, by this time, had become a very rich man. With Kathleen being his only heir, I knew her father was concerned. He knew his business had grown into the millions, and he wanted to know that if something ever happened to him that his daughter would be cared for. After she and Carter started seeing each other..." here she paused, and looking over the top of her glasses said, "Back then, seeing each other' meant the same as dating' does today for you guys. To continue, as I was saying, Carter and Kathleen commenced keeping company, dating, going together, whatever works for you, and the two seemed so happy. It seemed that Kathleen was dropping in more and more frequently at the office, and she always ended up spending some time in Carter's office. The two could be seen quite often in the company cafeteria snacking or having lunch. Even I couldn't believe the difference in Kathleen. She had always been such a happy and exuberant person, but after she and Carter became an item, well, she blossomed out even more. They seemed the perfect happy couple, and I just knew everything was going to turn out for them."
"Was Sam Thompson already working at the company when the two of them met?"
"He came about six months after they started dating." A dark scowl spread across Edith Baxter's face. "That's when the trouble began. Samuel was jealous of Carter from the moment he laid eyes on the young man. From the very start he was a greedy and selfish man, and he wanted it all for himself. However, he knew that if Carter and Kathleen were to marry it would all go to them when Ronald was gone. That's why he planned for things to happen the way they did. In fact, it was he who suggested that particular hunting trip."
"I thought my grandfather was known to take a hunting trip each year at that time," Lance reminded.
"He did, but that time it was Samuel Thompson who started pushing for a weekend trip. He told Ronald he wanted to spend some time with both he and Carter that he wanted to get to know Carter better."
"You still believe he caused the accident? Sam, I mean," Lance ended.
"I will go to my grave believing just that." She spoke the words adamantly.
"I feel I would have to agree with that myself," Jonathan spoke for the first time.
"I just wish we could prove it," Lance said. There was bitterness in his voice when he added, "But I'm sure there is no way in hell to do so."
"Probably not," Edith agreed. "After all, that happened a long time ago. No, I think that is just something we will all believe, but will have to accept the fact it cannot be proved."
"Edith, you have given me a good insight on who my mother really was. Do you know that for years, in fact until just recently, I felt my mother's unhappiness was due chiefly to me? I felt I was in the middle of it, and I couldn't think for the life of me what I had done to cause her such unhappiness."
"Oh, baby boy, it was absolutely nothing you had done. You must believe that. Yes, you were in the middle of her unhappiness, but you definitely weren't the cause of it. She told me several times over the years that you were the reason she remained sane."
"Until I moved out and she became so unhappy she turned to drinking."
"Your mother was unhappy, that is true. It's also true she turned to alcohol; however, you did not cause her to drink. She didn't love Samuel. She never did and what's more, she knew she never would. She was frightened out of her wits and shocked beyond belief when she lost both her father and Carter. She knew she was pregnant. When Sam approached her, she felt, at least for the moment that he was throwing her a life line."
"Did he know she was pregnant when he handed her that `life line', as you put it?"
"I'm not certain, but I don't think so. I do think she told him before they were married. She knew he would realize it wasn't his when you were born."
"What about Carter. Did he realize my mother was pregnant?"
Edith was slow to nod her head. When she spoke, her words were once again soft. "Yes, your mother had told him. She told me long after he was gone that she had told him and the two were going to be married. They were planning on telling her father when they returned from that hunting trip."
"Did my mother realize that you were Carter's mother?"
"Several years later she dropped by my house one afternoon and asked me point blank if I were."
"What did you tell her?"
"What could I say? The Wilson's were still living at that time. I had made a promise to them, and I had to keep it. I had told them I would not mess with their lives, nor would I try and be involved with Carter in any way."
"Yet he worked for the very company that employed you," Lance reminded.
"That's right, but as far as the Wilson's were concerned, that was just happenstance. Just because I worked for Smyth Oil did not necessarily mean I had asked Ronald Smyth to hire him."
"Did you? Ask my grandfather to hire my father?"
Edith shrugged her shoulders. "Doesn't matter now," she said. "That's all in the past."
"You say the Wilson's are no longer living?"
"They passed on a few years back."
"That's too bad. I would have liked a talk with them. They could have told me more about my father."
"They could have, but I'm not sure they would have however. They were very private people, and like I mentioned earlier, they wanted assurance that I would never cause any trouble between them and Carter."
"As if you would have," Jonathan interjected.
"People are usually very touchy when it comes to the subject of adoption. Especially the way it was back then. It was not mentioned quite as freely as it is these days."
Edith was quite for a moment. The words she spoke next surprised Jonathan, as well as Lance. "There is one thing I left out, Lance. I hope you won't be too disappointed in me when I tell you."
Lance looked across the room at his grandmother, and suddenly he felt such a love he couldn't stop what he did next. He stood to his feet and walked over to her chair. Reaching down, he quickly drew her tightly against his body. "I love you, Edith, and there is nothing, and I do mean absolutely nothing that could ever make me feel disappointment toward you."
Edith hugged his shoulder and then gently pushed him back. "About a week after your mother's visit I received a letter in the mail. It was from your mother. The letter was simply written in her own hand writing. She told me how much her father had always thought of me, that he had often mentioned how much he thought of our friendship all those years I had worked with his company. She also said in the letter that she realized how much I thought of Carter. So, she was setting up an annuity to be in conjunction with my retirement, and that I was to draw this amount for the rest of my life. She ended the letter saying she would always love me and that I would always have a special place in her heart."
Edith paused for a moment and then said, "I never saw your mother again after that visit. Not until her funeral service."
"Edith, you've told me nothing that could cause me to feel any disappointment. First of all, my mother wanted you to have that money. Most importantly, however, I believe she knew exactly how you fit in with her life and she wanted to do something to show her love for you. I won't be convinced of any thing different."
"You are such a kind person, Lance. You favor your father so much. He was the same way. A kind and caring person," she ended.
"Edith, will you promise me something?"
"If it's in my power," she assured him.
"I feel you and I, we've been robbed of so much. As a result, will you allow me to be kind to you and treat you well? Can you promise me that?"
"There's no need, for you couldn't treat me any kinder than you already have. Dear boy, I feel as if you may have added years onto my life."
"I certainly hope so, because I want to spend the rest of my life making things good for you."
"Well, common sense tells me that won't happen; however, I will promise you this: Forever how long we all have together, I will continue loving you and feeding on your love in return. That, dear boy, is one promise I will keep forever." She turned and faced Jonathan. "That, of course, includes you as well. You are my `dear boy', too, in case you were feeling left out."
Jonathan stood to his feet and went over to give her a hug. "Edith, I can think of nothing more thrilling than to love you for the rest of my life. You are very dear to me, and I hope you will always know that."
After things had settled down somewhat and emotions were calming back down, Edith asked, "Have I answered all of your questions, Lance? Is there anything else you would like to know?"
"I think I am good. For now at least," he added. "I'm sure more will surface as time goes on, and when they do, I will be ringing your bell."
"I hope you will be ringing my bell often. Both of you," she added tenderly. "I will be here anytime either of you need me."
"That works both ways," Jonathan assured her.
Half an hour later found Jonathan and Lance walking out the door. They both thanked her warmly for the afternoon of catching up on family history.
"It has meant so much to me," Lance assured her.
"I am so glad," she smiled. "Oh, Lance, it's so nice to see you walking these days. I am so glad everything is turning out well for you. It's about time, as you deserve it and so much more."
"Over the past few weeks I have come to see how truly blessed I am," he assured her. "I am so rich. And it's not money I'm talking about here either," he added with a smile.
"We all are blessed," she agreed. "Sometimes we may not think so, but when all is said and done, we truly are. Until next time, my dears," she said giving them each a big hug.
Driving still a bit new to Lance, he got behind the wheel and drove them home. He had been so use to having Jonathan drive him where ever he needed to go that he was enjoying regaining his independence once more.
Beside him, Jonathan said, "She's quite an old gal, isn't she?"
"God, she's the best, and she's had one hell of a life. I just hope I have plenty of time to give back to her all that she has given up all these years."
"You can count on one thing, Lance. For however long a time we have to be with her, you can bet she will enjoy it to the fullest. We all will," he added softly.
End part 23
Guys, I hope you enjoy this chapter. To be honest, I had planned to end the story with this particular segment; however, I feel there is still a lot we can learn about Jonathan, Lance and the entire Smyth family. When I sat down to write this chapter, I had absolutely no idea we were going to find out all we did about Lance's past. So, it's no telling what the next chapter will bring. Even I don't have a clue at this point.
You guys are the greatest, and I really enjoy writing for you.
Love you guys!
Mark