Second Chance, Chapter 91
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Second chance, Chapter 91
Sunday morning dawned sunny, cool, and dry. A more perfect June day existed only in storybooks. Eric awakened with a disposition that matched it. He propped up on one elbow gazing at his soul-mate, thinking of all the qualities that made Josh the love of his life.
"Whatcha lookin' at,punk?" Josh growled before both of them broke down into a fit of giggles.
Once Eric got control of himself he replied, "I'm just looking at the guy who wimped out on his conjugal duties last night."
"Wimped out? You're the one who fell asleep before the main event!"
"Only because you made me pass out. What did you use on me, a Vulcan nerve pinch or something?"
"Com' `ere and let me rectify the situation," Josh invited as he encased Eric's hardon in his hand.
"Don't do that unless you want a golden shower!" Eric warned as he sprang from bed to run to the bathroom.
Josh began to laugh, but he too felt the urge as he overheard Eric's strong stream hit the toilet. Then he went to stand beside him and relieve his bladder too.
"Love or breakfast first?" Josh asked while the shower was warming up.
"Yes, in that order please," Eric grinned.
They spent a very short time rinsing off their bodies before returning to their bed.
"Okay, start again where you left off," Eric requested after lying down as he had been the night before.
Josh knelt between Eric's legs and started by burying his nose in Eric's crack while tonguing his perineum.
"Daymn! How did I fall asleep with that going on?"
"I hadn't gotten there yet. I'm glad to see it grabbed your attention, though."
The next few minutes were spent with Josh doing the teasing and Eric providing the vocal accompaniment.
"I love making music with you!" Josh exclaimed. "Does that make me an organist since I'm getting sounds out of playing your organ?"
"You can have any label you want, just don't leave the symphony unfinished!!! Ungh, ungh ungh!"
Eric pulled his cheeks apart as he begged Josh to get the lube and insert his own organ into the mix.
Josh agreed, but with a stipulation. He wanted Eric to lie on his side so he could enter him from a spooning position. He'd read something on the `net that said it was a cool way to couple with less stress on the knees and legs.
It worked out quite well because Josh was able to run his hands all over Eric's front while he stimulated his prostate from behind.
"Oh, oh, oh!" Eric exclaimed. "This is HOT!"
He'd barely gotten the sentence out when he splooged all over the towel in long ropes of thick cum. The quivering of his anal muscles milked Josh to a mind-blowing climax too.
"Did I fulfill my conjugal duty, oh Master?" Josh teased, panting.
"Hell yeah! I'd grant you your freedom, favorite slave, but you're too good in bed to let go!"
"I will be your indentured servant forever if you free me," Josh promised, playing along with the fantasy.
"I so grant it!"
"I so love you!"
"I'm so hungry!"
"Get up and make your own breakfast because I'm a free man!"
"Free boy, maybe."
"Shut up, old man."
"Make me!"
They play-wrestled on the bed until Josh pinned Eric and quieted him with a big, deep kiss, using lots of tongue.
"Uncle, I'm whipped!" Eric snickered when they came up for air. "Let's eat breakfast naked and hose down our bods after. I loved that position. I'm gonna try it on you next time."
A few miles away, Troy awakened to the sensation his boyfriend licking his left nipple. He tried to play possum but with little success because he couldn't keep from wiggling and giggling.
"I love you," he said. "Thanks for understanding last night. After we went to sleep I had the start of a bad dream, but it turned out okay. Carpenter was forcing me to take his dick up my butt, but you came in and knocked him on the floor. Then you threw him out the window and got in bed with me and we did it."
"Wow, I'm a superhero, if only in your dreams."
"You are, because you freed me. I think I'm ready to try it again."
"Nope! We need to talk to someone about this before we do. I'm not going to keep traumatizing you!"
"Who can we talk to?"
"I'm sure Josh or Eric would be willing to discuss it."
"But they're not professionals."
"How about talking to Dr. Shawn?" Justin suggested.
"I'm not sure I'm brave enough to bring it up."
"You talked about what was done to you, didn't you?"
"Yeah..."
"What if we see him together, like get them to let us overlap with each other's session? Mom's pretty cool now and doesn't need her time."
"Okay, I guess we could."
The open house honoring the guys' high school graduation came off without a hitch. Before the afternoon was over, all of their school friends had stopped by for at least a little while.
Eric's mother came about 12:30 and stayed for over an hour. After she'd looked at his photo board and the mockups for "Armadillo Rap", she sat in the gazebo to rest. Eric made sure she was well supplied with iced tea, and did his best to introduce her to as many of his friends as he could. Everyone greeted her politely, but a few couldn't help remembering how she'd acted at his 17th birthday party. When it was time to leave, she looked very tired, but serene.
Before Alma drove Tina and her to the airport in their rental car, she handed Eric a package.
"Oh Alma, you shouldn't have! I requested `cards only' on the invitation."
"It's not from me. You'll have to open it to see who sent it."
Eric removed the paper and found an envelope taped to the top of the box. A note on the envelope said for him to read the card first.
"You may not remember me, but Alma thinks you will. I graduated this year too and am going to the University of Minnesota in the fall. Alma says you're headed there and we might meet sometime.
I found this in a Goodwill store and I think it's a perfect match. I've looked a long time. I hope this will salve my conscience and put a smile on your face.
Sincerely, your erstwhile buddy,
Craig Strasburg
Ps: See, I've been working on my vocabulary too!"
Eric opened the lid, pulled back the tissue paper, and gasped.
"Oh my God! It's exactly like the truck he broke! Wow, this is so cool! How can I find him?"
Alma fumbled in her purse and brought out a small piece of paper.
"Here's his cell number, email address, and his Facebook location. He'd love to hear from you."
Eric bid his mother and former neighbor adieu, kissing them both on the cheek. As they left, he had the feeling he'd never see his mother again. It was a bittersweet moment.
As the crowd of guests dwindled down to mostly family plus Sam Bradbury, Wade, Roger, Ethan, Colt and Dane, Rob had a chance to sit and catch his breath. His sister, Gloria sat beside him chatting amiably. He smiled, thinking about how their relationship had healed over the past year.
She was discussing some of the people who had been there, especially the cute boys.
"That Rick is adorable – handsome face, trim bod, tight butt! Too bad he's gay. But like they say, all the hot guys are either going steady or gay."
"You shouldn't be lusting like that? Sister Rose Mary would wash your mouth out with soap!"
"Not likely. Didn't you hear she got kicked out of the order for feeling up middle school boys? Some of them loved it, but one turned her in."
"No way!"
"Way! Besides, I'm a red-blooded American girl. As a confirmed feminist, I'm allowed to be horny too!"
"Wow! Okay, but getting back to the subject, what makes you so sure Rick's gay?"
"Well, he's living with you guys."
"I'm sure there're plenty of people living in the Virgin Islands who aren't virgins," Rob quipped.
"You mean he's straight? Introduce me!"
"He's recently broken up with his girlfriend, so he may be hesitant to meet someone new who's going to salivate over him."
"Or he may want to meet me because I can feel for him."
"Or feel him up..." Rob snickered, dodging Gloria's intended swat.
Giving in to his sister's request, he introduced them.
"Rick, this is my sister, Gloria. Gloria, this is Rick. He's living here temporarily `til he can get settled at Lundy House. Before you to get acquainted, I want to tell you that no romantically aggressive behavior will be tolerated!"
"Rob, I'd never do anything like that to your sister!" Rick exclaimed.
"Oh, sorry for the misunderstanding Rick, the warning was for Gloria," Rob chuckled as he left them.
On Monday, some of the guys went off to their jobs while a few stayed in bed. Eric and Josh were among the latter. They didn't have to report to the country club until Wednesday so they had a couple of days of freedom after their party. They actually slept in until 9:00.
"Mmm, this is nice," Josh said lazily in response to Eric's sucking his nipples. I could go for waking up this way every morning."
"Me too, I love the taste of your skin for an appetizer. I think I'll have your balls for the main course."
"I was hoping it would be my shaft," Josh snickered.
Their fooling around continued until each had received a load of protein as the first part of breakfast. Then they made a beeline for the bathroom to empty their bladders before they wet the bed.
After their second course of cereal and milk, the guys opened their graduation cards. They soon realized they'd need to keep a list of who had put checks or cash in the envelopes so they could write thank-you notes. Scott would be on them for sure if they didn't do it in a timely manner.
The card from Eric's mother contained a huge surprise in the form of a check for $10,000. It was made out in both Eric's and Josh's names. They were touched by the gesture as well as the amount.
"I hope she wasn't drunk, and this is for real," Eric said.
When the boys went downstairs, they found Troy and his brother at the kitchen table.
"I have the day off!" Rick said. "I'm gonna twist my little bro's arm and get him to help me move into my room downtown."
"We can help too." Josh offered. "I know you went back and got the rest of you things after you put that first load in the basement. My pickup will hold the basement stuff and we can do it in one trip. We could go out to a lake or something for the rest of the day."
"Thanks for the offer, but it's covered. Blake took the Beamer and Rob has their minivan today, so we've already loaded it. I think his sister nudged him into helping me. She's really smart and pretty!"
"Watch it or you'll end up being our extended family brother-in-law," Eric joked.
"Hey, don't rush me to the altar! I have two years of community college and hopefully another two at the university before I'm ready to settle down. Unlike you guys, I'm too young to think about marriage!" he joked.
Troy and Justin had arranged to have their Wednesday sessions with Dr. Goodlove overlap by half an hour. The boys hemmed and hawed for several minutes before getting to the subject they wanted to talk about – even then, Shawn had to draw it out.
"Boys, I think there must be an elephant in the room and you're choosing to ignore it. I'm not sure what it is. Does it possibly have to do with sex?"
"Um, yes," Troy said, not meeting his gaze.
"You and I've talked very openly about sexual acts and about the difference between sex and love. Please don't hesitate to say anything you want to. I'll help if I can and I promise not to be judgmental even if I don't entirely relate to the kind of things you're probably interested in."
"Will I ever get over being raped and be normal," Troy said with tears in his eyes. "I want to be intimate with Justin, but I panic. I mean I really have a panic attack – rapid heart-rate, cold sweat, shallow breathing - the works."
"May I assume this has to do with anal penetration?"
"Yeah," Troy sniffled.
"Justin, how important it is to you to have intercourse when you make love with Troy?"
"It doesn't matter to me at all. I've told him I'm happy to do other things. We don't need to do it EVER if it makes him feel bad. I don't want to hurt him. He's the one who feels he has to."
"I'm so messed up!" Troy sobbed. "For the first time in my life I want to give my body to someone and I can't fuckin' do it!"
Shawn thought someone should hold the crying boy in his arms to comfort him, but felt it wasn't his place. He looked Justin in the eyes and inclined his head toward Troy. Justin got the unspoken message and wrapped Troy in his embrace. It was what he'd already decided he was going to do despite the fact they weren't alone.
"I love you, Troy. Nothing that nasty man did to you can change that. We'll work through this. I think I know how."
Troy's emotions settled down again and he managed a weak smile. Justin's words were what he'd needed to hear. Together they'd beat this problem.
"Troy, my prescription for you is not in the form of antidepressants. I'm recommending you relax and not dwell on what you feel you can't do at the moment. Concentrate on other things in your relationship you CAN do to feel good, comfortable, and happy. Physically, you've made great strides. Your weight is normal and your appetite is good. Your added pounds have turned into muscle instead of belly fat. But some things take longer to heal. In the real world, few miracle cures happen immediately like they do on TV.
By the way, I heard from Sgt. Miller earlier. He'll call you later, but he wanted me to tell you that things in the Burt Carpenter investigation are heating up. Since the camp isn't in Minnesota it's not simply a local matter and the FBI has been called in. Boys in several states have made allegations of abuse by other camp personnel and the facility has been ordered to shut down while the investigation is going on."
"That's an answer to prayer!" Troy told him with a smile. "It'll spare a bunch of other guys from going through what I did. I hope they nail all the bastards and that someday they burn in Hell!"
Shawn's words about some things taking time to heal rang true in light of Troy's strongly worded feeling of resentment.
Eric received a phone call from Alma on Thursday morning before leaving for work. He wasn't surprised by the reason for her contacting him again so soon. She was carrying out Tina's final wishes, not to disturb her son until it was all over.
Tina had gone into hospice care on Monday and died the next day. Her body had been cremated immediately because she didn't want any visitation or funeral service. Her ashes would be sent to Eric to scatter in a place of his choosing.
Alma said she thought the only thing that had kept Tina alive the past few weeks had been the anticipation of seeing Eric one last time. Sheer hope and determination had held the angel of death at bay.
Eric didn't show a lot of emotion because it was difficult for him to know exactly how he felt. He was sad that they'd been estranged for a long time, but in a way he was relieved that it was over. His mother wasn't at the mercy of cancer or alcohol anymore. She had died in peace. Alma had been right in pushing him to reconcile with his mother before she died. He would be forever grateful.
Although Josh said he'd call Cliff to excuse him, Eric decided not to stay home from work. He'd feel happier among his friends and, yes, even around the members of the country club who weren't appreciative of the help. He needed to be occupied. Life went on.
That evening, Eric had other things to distract him. He answered a timid knock on the door at the foot of the attic stairs. It turned out to be Justin and Troy clad in boxers and looking nervous.
"Come on up." He invited.
"Hi," Josh greeted them. "What can we do for you?"
"Well, I have this problem about sex because I was raped. I can do several things without a problem, but I panic about this one thing."
"Okay, can you be more specific?" Eric asked.
"He wants me to fuck him, but he gets scared. I thought you guys might know how we could do it without upsetting him." Justin explained in plain vernacular. "I know you told those other kids from the seminar how to do some things when they asked in private."
"I have an idea," Josh said. "Troy, I suspect you panic because you don't feel in control. I've read a little about it in some literature we got from Dr. Mann. There is a position you could use that would keep you in control even when you're the receiver. If you're intent on having anal sex, you might try having Justin lie on his back while you straddle him. You can impale yourself on his dick slowly or quickly as you choose. You can back off when you feel like it, and you have no worries that he'll get out of control and force you."
Troy's eyes lit up. "Wow! Why didn't I think of that?"
"I think I should try sitting on yours first," Justin suggested. "Then you can see how it goes for me."
"Will you be ready to take the monster that's rising in Troy's shorts?" Eric grinned.
"Uh, yeah, I think so. I called Shane a couple of weeks ago and he told me about stretching like you guys told him," Justin blushed.
"You need any additional condos?" Josh asked.
"Not yet. We only wasted one." Justin said, blushing again.
Friday morning Josh and Eric joined the rest of the family for breakfast as they often did. It wasn't as crowded since Jay and Isaac were in their own apartment and Rick was settled at Lundy House. They were about half way through eating when Justin and Troy came into the kitchen. Both looked very happy although they weren't moving with their usual grace and speed.
Josh and Eric both looked at them with cheeky grins.
"You look bright-eyed and bushy-tailed," Eric said.
"Well, our eyes are pretty bright at least," Troy bantered back.
"I assume you slept well," Josh grinned.
"Yeah, the sleep we got was really great!" Justin smirked, giving them the thumbs-up. "Your prescription worked better than Dr. Goodlove's."
"Is this one of those times I shouldn't ask questions?" Scott ventured.
"Yeah, Dad, this is definitely one of those," said Troy grinning broadly.
When Ben got home from the office, he had a couple of bits of news. The first was that the man who had stabbed him had been found guilty of all charges after the jury had deliberated only a few minutes. This included going armed with intent to do bodily harm and also committing a hate crime. He would probably receive the maximum sentence for it.
Secondly, Ben had been contacted by Tina's attorney about the prospective settlement of her estate. Of course they'd have to wait to know the exact bottom line figure until all outstanding bills and claims were satisfied, but it looked like she was leaving a tidy sum. Other than a small bequest to Alma for her kindness, the rest would go to Eric.
Having known she had little time to live, she'd liquidated a number of assets and arranged her affairs all neatly. Eric would have a sizeable monthly income from the trust fund she'd set up until he was 21. At that time he'd assume complete control over the rest of the money.
Her divorce from Antonio had been finalized several months pervious, so he had no claim on any of it. Eric and Josh wouldn't have money worries plaguing them as they finished their educations and began careers. Invested right, it could last them a lifetime.
Eric sat a few minutes assimilating the information. His feelings about his good fortune were mixed. Finally he shared what he was thinking.
"I feel like it's blood money or guilt money or something. How do I deal with this, Dad?"
"There's no blood on your hands and you're not guilty of anything," Scott assured him. "Money has the same value wherever it comes from and whatever the motivation is behind giving it. Money isn't the root of all evil; it's the excessive love of it that's wrong.
Your mother couldn't take it with her, so she left it to benefit you. Be thankful she didn't leave it to her alcoholic ex. She probably did feel guilty about how she'd treated you. She should have! The important thing is that you can accept it with a clear conscience because you did the right thing when she reached out to you."
"Thanks, Dad," Eric said as he hugged his father. "I'll put it to good use."
Author's notes: This series will end with the next chapter. I'm still having problems with doing group mailings and will continue to work on it. I know some of you have been left out and I apologize.
Thanks to all who wrote since last posting. They include: Tony H, Roger L, Bill K, Tony C, Carroll, Tom A, Rutabaga, Tim K, Walt W, Jim C, Caleb, Walter S, Chea, Paul F, Danny A, Steve, Paul L, and Paul R. I hope I didn't omit anyone!
David