Sleepy Days

Sleepy Days, Come No More

Chapter 20

I turned to find a middle aged woman. She was short and petite woman, of about 5 foot and 1 inch. She wore her dark, brown hair in a short bob. She had on a pair of dark gray slacks and a light gray shirt with a matching sweater, which was accessorized with a cameo brooch. There were a pair of glasses resting against her chest that hanged from her neck by a chain.

She walked over to me and extended her hand, "I am Dr. Camille Berger, Mr. Greene I presume." She said with a smile.

"Yes, Dr. Berger, but you may call me Steven." I said.

She directed me to a seat and she sat in a chair next to me, which was positioned at an angle. She picked up a note pad from a table and put her glasses on. She briefly reviewed a few pages from her pad, and then sat it aside and removed her glasses.

"Well, as you probably know, I have received your records from the clinic, per your consent, and have been reviewing them, particularly Dr. Meltzer's evaluations." She said.

"Yes. I expected that." I said.

"We will continue with the therapy plan developed by you and Dr. Meltzer and revise it as needed." She said.

"That sounds good." I said.

"Usually, I like to have the first session earlier in the week, but I always like to begin with an ice breaker of sorts, just so we can get comfortable with one another, I find that it helps, and Friday seems like a perfect day for a casual session." She said.

"Casual, in what regard?" I inquired.

"I thought I could just get a feel for your general personality, aside from any clinical information, and you could ask me things pertaining to my training, my experience and so on." She explained.

"Alright." I agreed.

We spent the remainder of the session talking about general things. I told her about my favorite music, how I like my eggs, about my pet peeves, among other random things. She told me about her education, her experience as a clinician, and about what led her to psychology. At the close of the session, we confirmed our next appointment and she escorted me to the waiting room. We shook hands and then parted ways.

I had missed the next bus so I decided to take a taxi home. When I arrived I found Blake sitting on the sofa.

"Hey, Mr. Mitchell." I said as I put down my keys and case and headed toward the sofa.

"Hey, baby. How was your day?" He asked.

"Fine, I met with my new therapist." I said.

"How did it go?" He inquired.

"It was okay, very casual. We will start working on some things next session. Today we just, sort of broke the ice." I explained.

"That sounds good." He said.

"How was your day?" I asked.

"I spent it with Theresa. We had a late breakfast at that French bistro on 29th street. Then we went to the history museum and attended a presentation on Mayan culture, and we played some of the interactive computers games they have. Then we stopped at a coffee shop and walked around and talked." He explained.

"So you guys had a good time?" I asked.

"Yeah." He said.

"What about Caleb?" I inquired.

"Today is the Islamic Sabbath. So he went to mosque and is spending the day reading the Quran." He informed.

"Oh. Well, what's on for tonight?" I asked.

"I got tickets to Monarch." He said.

"The play?" I asked.

"Yeah, you wanted to go right?" He asked.

"Yeah, but the tickets are so expensive. How can you afford all of this? I mean that dinner last night and now these tickets." I inquired.

"I have a trust fund." He said.

"Well, I guess I should expected as much, after meeting your family." I said.

"My grandfather set up a trust fund for all of his grandchildren, Theresa has one too." He said.

"So, what you get an allowance from it or something?"

"Well, my father is the custodian. When I turned 18 I started receiving a monthly allowance, then when I turned 25 I received a percentage of the trust's value, and when I turn 30 I will receive another bulk piece of the trust, and finally on my 35th birthday the trust will be surrendered to me completely." He explained.

"Is it just money?" I inquired.

"There are some stocks and bonds, jewelry, and a couple pieces of property." He said.

"So, what are you doing with the money? I asked.

"My father has invested some of it for me, some is in a money market account and in a money market fund, the rest is in bonds and in the bank, and I donate a percentage of the accrued interest." He said casually.

"I don't really understand what that means but okay." I said.

"The play starts at 6:30 so we should start getting ready." He instructed.

"Oh, I was thinking that we could have a little party Sunday." I said.

"Want kind of party?" He asked.

"I want to do an eastern theme. You know to make Caleb feel welcome and because I think it would be cool, I looked up some recipes at work and I thought I could buy Arabic music and some throw pillows, it would be cool. And it would be a nice send off for Theresa and Caleb." I said.

"That sounds like a lot of work." He said.

"No, it will be fine. I can go to the international market tomorrow and go to the mall and get the pillows and the music." I said.

"Okay." He said.

"I want to borrow your car." I said.

"Okay." He said.

"Great." I replied with excitement.

We showered and dressed and then picked Theresa up at Blake's. The play was terrific. After, we went to Roberto's for dinner and then dropped Theresa off, and went back to my place.

Once we entered the apartment we went to the bedroom and got undressed. I went and completed my night time hygiene and Blake went about his exercises. I got into bed and started a cross word puzzle, while he continued with his routine.

Blake went to the bathroom after he was finished and then stripped out of the remainder of his clothes and got in bed.

"What is an eleven letter word for democracy?" I asked.

"Commonwealth." He said.

"Tried, it is twelve." I said.

"Equalitarianism." He suggested.

"Is there an i after the r?" I asked.

"Yeah. That's too long." He said.

"Fifteen." I confirmed.

"Egalitarian." He said with conviction.

"Okay, egalitarianism?" I asked.

"Yes." He said.

"That works. Thanks babe." I said.

"Well, my education has finally proven useful." He said with a laugh.

"It is good to have a smart stud like you around." I said with a smile.

"Is that a fact?" He asked.

"That is a fact, your body caught my attention, but your mind has kept it." I said flirtatiously.

"Oh, really?" He said with a grin.

"Yes, you are my sexy hero, had you not been here I may have never completed that crossword puzzle." I said.

"So, is there some type of reward for my heroics?" He asked mischievously.

"I guess there could be. What do you have in mind?" I asked.

"I don't know, what do you think?" He asked and then bit his lip.

"Well, after all of that exercising, you probably need to relax." I said.

"I don't know, but you are a medical professional." He said.

"I want you to lie on your back and try to relax." I said.

He lay on his back and I took a bottle of lube from my nightstand. I moved over to him and crawled between his legs. I looked down at him and ran my fingers across his abdomen. He smiled and his hardening cock twitched.

I bent down and kissed his along his stomach and probed his navel with my tongue. I continued to kiss and lick my way down into his crotch. I kissed around his cock, brushing across it with my face as I did. Then I wrapped my fingers around it and gave it a few strokes. He moaned softly.

Next, I licked his now stiff cock, from the base to the tip until I had moistened the whole of it. Then, I focused on the head, licking it in circular motions and stabbing at his piss slit with my tongue. Then, I took the head in my mouth and sucked it.

Blake writhed slightly. I opened my mouth and took more and more of him, until I had nearly reached the base. He moaned as I started to bob up and down on his member, slowly. It was so hard, yet so smooth and soft. I continued to work on his cock, increasing the speed and pressure with time. Eventually, Blake took hold of my head and began thrusting into my eager mouth.

I freed myself from his grip and let him slip from my grasp. Then, I took each of his large balls in my mouth, one at a time and thoroughly sucked them. Next, I pushed his muscular legs toward his chest, and began to lick from his sack, over his perineum, to his hole. First, I licked around his entry, and he moaned. I continued until I had moistened the entire perimeter.

Then, I invaded him with my wet tongue. He tasted so good, tangy and tart. I hungrily devoured his hole, plunging my tongue as deep in him as I could. My face was literally pressed against his flesh, desperately trying to consume him. I had become dizzied by desire. He squirmed and moaned at the attention.

I continued with my course, though my tongue had numbed with exertion. Then, I felt a force pulling at me, ripping me from the task. It was Blake, "Come here baby." He commanded through erratic breath.

He held my arm with one hand and lubed his leaking cock with the other. I was still adjusting to the sudden cessation of my activity. Blake looked over at me intently, "Come on." He exclaimed as he pulled me atop him.

I squatted down over him and slowly perforated myself with his cock. I sat there, with him buried in me, for a moment, while I acclimated to the discomfort. I let open my mouth and filled and emptied my lungs, then I started to rise up and collapse down on to him. Once, I found the right tempo, I closed my eyes and allowed myself to enjoy.

It felt so good having Blake inside of me and since I was in control, I continued to work that special area. It was so strange; I was literally fucking myself with his cock. The more pleasure filled me, the more eager I became. I began to increase the speed, until I was thrashing atop him with absolute abandon.

My breath was becoming more sporadic and Blake's moans were getting louder and coming more frequently. I was furiously working him and he started to drive up into me. Before I knew it he had sat up, causing me to wobble slightly. I opened my eyes to find his forehead inches from my face. He wrapped his arms around my back and I continued with my course.

Blake tightened his grip and proceeded to lift me and turned me on to my back, while never disrupting his penetration. He began to pull out and thrust in, at a frenzied pace. As he did this, he caused a constant flow of electricity to surge through my body. I was nearing the peak of pleasure. "Faster!" I ordered.

My body began to tense and I clenched tightly around him as my product shot against his abdomen and splattered on to my chest. This seemed only to motivate Blake to increase his pace. He was going so fast and hard that he was shaking the bed beneath us. Finally, he let out a loud throaty scream and commenced his release.

He collapsed upon me. I lay there saturated with him, trying to gain control of my breath. We lay motionless in a heap of sweet and cum, both hot and exhausted. With time my pulse slowed and my breath became steady. I opened my eyes and looked over at Blake, who had his head on my shoulder. I reached down and managed to pull the sheets over our bare bodies.

After a while Blake began to stir. He rose up on his arms, causing his hair to brush across my face. He looked down at me and smiled.

"Was that a sufficient reward Mr. Mitchell?" I asked sweetly.

He laughed softly, "I think it was baby." He said.

"I think I will ask your sister to stay a few more days." I said.

"Why?" He inquired.

"Well, you have been in my bed at night, this is the second time today that we made love, hell she may be the best solution to our problems." I said with a smile.

"I love you baby." He said and leaned down and kissed my lips.

"Do you really?" I asked playfully.

"You know I do, you're my baby." He said sincerely.

"Am I?" I asked.

"Yes, you know you are." He said.

"Then, when are you coming back to me?" I asked.

He kissed me again, "I have to use the bathroom." He announced as he pulled out of me and made his way toward the door.

I took a few breaths and lay there for a moment, and then I climbed to my feet and went to the bathroom to wash up. Apparently Blake had the same idea because he had already begun cleaning the cum from his skin.

After we finished washing up we went back to our room and climbed into bed. He turned off his lamp and lay flat on his back. I lay on my side, looking at him, "So, what is planned for tomorrow?" I asked.

"Caleb and I are going for a hike in the morning and he scored a couple tickets to the game." He explained.

"Well, what about Theresa and I?" I inquired.

"Theresa claimed you as her own." He said.

"Oh, really?" I asked.

"Yes. She had no interest in going for a hike or going to the game, so she said that you and she would spend the day together. I think she wants to go to the zoo and attend a lecture at Mortimer." He informed.

"That sounds better than the hike, good." I said. I moved over and gave him a kiss goodnight and turned off my lamp and settled into my regular position.

The next morning Blake left early for his hike with Caleb. When I woke up I showered and had breakfast. Theresa called to let me know when she would be over. I surfed the internet for a while and then got dressed.

Theresa arrived around 10 am and we headed over to the zoo. Blake left his car for us, so I drove. We stayed at the zoo until 3 pm. We walked for hours, stopping to observe the animals and we checked out a couple of exhibits. We talked about her school and my job, about our future plans and a few past regrets. It was very nice.

We had burgers from one of the vendors, finally something that I could afford. After the zoo, we went to the lecture. The speaker talked about the importance of spirituality in modern society. It was an intriguing presentation, which ended with an exciting group discussion. I really enjoyed it.

After the lecture we went to a coffee shop. Once we received our orders we sat so we could talk.

"Steven, we have talked about everything but you and Blake." Theresa said.

I smiled, "What is that you want to know?" I asked.

"It is obvious that you two love each other," she paused, "but there seems to be some slight tension." She said.

"Why would you think that?" I asked.

"It is just a feeling; call it intuition or just knowing my brother." She explained.

"Theresa, I love your brother very much and I believe that he loves me just as much, every relationship has it's issues, but I want to be with Blake." I said.

"So you two are having some problems?" She inquired.

"I did not say that, I said that every relationship has it's issues, I'm sure that Caleb and you are no exception." I said.

"This is true, but you still have not clarified the issues that are causing," she paused, "possible problems between you and my brother." She said.

"Theresa, I understand that you love your brother and I appreciate that, but since Blake is your brother and you two are so close, I wonder why you have not taken these concerns, rather real or imagined, to him." I said.

She smiled, "I have, yesterday, ironically enough, at a coffee shop." She said with a laugh.

"And what did he say?" I inquired.

"Blake said that you two loved each other very much, and that everything was as it should be." She informed.

"Then why are you asking me a question that has already been asked and answered?" I inquired.

"Because the answer I received was unsatisfactory, there is obviously something ajar." She said.

"Well, if it is, I would encourage you to leave the matter to Blake and I." I said with a smile.

"Point taken, but you can't blame me for trying." She said.

"Yes, I could, but I won't." I said playfully.

"I really like you Steven, and I like you and Blake together," she paused, "my curiosity got the better of me." She confessed.

"I understand. Now, let us discuss you and Caleb." I said.

"Alright." She said.

"How serious are you two?" I inquired.

"We have been dating exclusively for almost eighteen months. I love him and he loves me." She said.

"So, how does the difference in religion and culture affect your situation?" I asked.

"Our situation?" She inquired.

"Yes. I mean as far as gender expectations especially if you were to marry." I explained.

"I love Caleb, but the prospect of marriage is far removed from the conversation. I mean we are compatible on many levels, but I am not putting on a burqa or submitting myself to him." She clarified.

"I was under the impression that devout Muslims only date with the intention of marriage." I said.

"Caleb is not a completely devout Muslim, he goes to mosque and he worships five times a day, facing Mecca, but there are still some things that he participates in that would not be considered appropriate by some Islamic purists." She explained. "I mean going out to night clubs, seeing certain types of movies, even associating with you and Blake." She said.

"Well, I figured that homosexuality would not be, a, um, accepted practice among Muslims, or most religions for that matter." I said.

"There is this system called Sharia law, it is derived from the Quran and the Sunnah." She informed.

"I know about the Quran, but the Sunnah?" I inquired.

"The Sunnah is a type of life guide based on the teachings and rituals of the Prophet Muhammad. So, the Sharia laws are derived from the Sunnah and the Quran, they address everything from morality to hygiene, including sexuality, and it is explicitly denounces homosexual acts. The punishment varies from country to country, some use imprisonment and/or physical punishment, while others use execution. So, Caleb is really going against his religion by befriending practicing homosexuals." She explained.

"Well, so many murders masquerading as purveyors of God's will, as if the all mighty would need their help." I said sarcastically.

"Yeah, people will use any reason to justify hatred and cruelty." She said.

Once we finished our drinks we headed over to the mall so I could pick up a few things for the party. I told Theresa what I had planned to do and she volunteered to help. After we left the mall we went to the international market to buy groceries.

I thought it would be a good idea to prep the food: marinade the meat, chop and measure the ingredients, and so forth. It became a bit more work than I had anticipated so I asked Marie to come over and help.

We all chopped, boiled, and measured. It was actually pretty fun. I loved to cook and we were all telling stories and joking around. When we had finished the prep work, I decided that we should make the deserts tonight, just one less thing to worry about the next day.

After we made the kheer and almond ice cream, we slid the basbosah cake and vanilla muffins in the oven. Then we ordered pizza and watched a movie. Blake came home around midnight and Marie left around 1 am. Blake and I walked Theresa to his place and then went back home and got in bed.

"How was the game?" I asked.

"It was great, went into overtime." He said with a smile.

"Good." I said.

"So, the party is shaping up, huh?" He inquired.

"Yes. Most of the food is all set up; just have to slide it in the oven." I said.

"Who is coming?" He asked.

"Lena, David, Marie, Thomas, Rico, Vanessa, Tim and John." I thought for a moment. "And Vanessa is bringing her sister and nephew." I explained.

"Tim and John are coming, that should be fun, hope you got plenty of liquor." He said with a laugh.

"No. Just tea, milk, and Arabic coffee." I said.

"I guess we will be able to see how likeable John is sober." He said.

"I'm sure he is delightful." I replied.

"How did it go with Theresa?" He asked.

"Great. Um, she feels that there is something wrong between us." I informed.

"What did you say?" He asked.

"I told her that every couple has their issues, though I never admitted that we were having any problems, and then I advised her to speak to you about her concerns." I explained.

"She did ask me, I told her that I love you and that we were having a minor situation." He said.

"Is it minor?" I asked.

"Sometimes it feels minor, sometimes it feels enormous." He confessed.

We lay there in silence for a while and then kissed goodnight and went to sleep.

The next day was spent preparing for the party. Cooking and setting up. Everyone had arrived by 5:30 pm. We introduced all the guests. Caleb said a traditional Muslim blessing and then we proceeded with the meal. There was chicken tandoori, beef kefta, stuffed peppers, aloo vadae, chicken korma, mutton haleem, rice, corn, and fresh flat bread. For desert there was kheer, vanilla muffins, almond ice cream, and basbosah cake. We also had tea and Arabic coffee.

After we ate, we talked and played games. Caleb even taught us a traditional Arabic dance. We danced and laughed for hours. Then people started to leave around 9:30 pm. First, Rico, Vanessa, her sister, Evelyn and her nephew Marco. Next, it was Lena and David, and then Tim and John.

The rest of us put away food, washed dishes, and reordered the furniture. Then we sat around and talked for a while, and then Marie and Thomas left.

"So, how was it?" I asked Caleb as we all sat in the living room.

"It was great. The food, the music, it was like home." Caleb said.

"Yeah, baby, it was really impressive." Blake confirmed.

"Though the biggest feat was getting Princess Theresa to actually cook." Caleb said with a laugh.

"I know how to make excellent reservations, and by the looks of it you have not suffered any." Theresa retorted.

"Low blow counselor." Caleb said with a smile.

"Well, I am just glad you guys liked it. Um, it was fun." I said.

"Have you packed?" Blake asked.

"Yes, everything is all ready." Theresa informed.

"But we should probably head out, rest up." Caleb admitted.

"Well, it is has been a pleasure." I said.

We all stood and hugged and kissed. Apparently kissing on the cheek is a common occurrence between men in the Middle East. After they left Blake and I sat on the sofa.

"How do you feel stud?" I asked.

"I feel good baby." He said.

"How are your feet? Do they still ache?" I inquired.

"A little." He said.

"Well, why don't you rest them on my lap and let me work my magic." I suggested.

"You must really love me baby." He said as laid his feet on my lap.

"You know that I love every part of you, and you have beautiful feet." I said with a smile.

I proceeded to massage each of his socked feet. I worked them from the heel, to the arch, to the ball to the toes. Blake lay on his back with his head on the armrest and his eyes closed. From time to time he would moan with pleasure.

After I had thoroughly attended each, I went to the bathroom and gathered a bottle of lotion. I returned and had him place his feet back in my lap, and then I peeled off his white tube socks and proceeded to moisturize them.

The cool lotion caused a reaction from us both. It was a nice feeling rubbing lotion into his feet. I loved the look of enjoyment on his face as I squeezed and pulled at his flesh. Once I had completed the task, I bent over and took his big toe between my teeth. He gasped softly and opened his eyes.

"Come on Mr. Mitchell, let's go to bed." I instructed.

We both went to the bedroom and began to undress. I was hanging my clothes in the closet, when I saw Blake watching me from the corner of my eye. I smiled and continued to put away my clothes. I walked over to the chest of drawers and removed a pair of pajama pants. As I was putting them on, a now naked Blake stepped in behind me and wrapped his arms around my chest.

"Why are you wearing those? You never used them before." He said.

"I have several sets of pajamas Mr. Mitchell, before our sleepovers I actually used to wear them occasionally." I said with a smile.

"Take them off baby." He said as he took my ear lope in his mouth.

"Well, baby, it can get awfully cold at night and lately I have had to find a way to keep warm." I said softly.

"Take them off baby; I will keep you warm tonight." He whispered.

"Will you really?" I asked.

"Yeah." He said.

"Okay. Well, let me go and I will take them off." I said.

He released me from his grasp and I pushed them down and stepped out of them. He took my hand and led me over to the bed. He sat down on the bed and examined me with his eyes. He smiled as he gazed at my body. It was not a broad smile or one that displayed any type of exuberance; it was a smile of appreciation, an acknowledgement of something familiar.

He reached out his hand and brushed it across my chest and down my abdomen. He encircled my waist and looked up into my eyes. There was such tenderness there, but there was also an acute sadness.

"Take these off baby." He instructed as he pushed his fingers between my bare skin and the waist band of my underwear.

I pushed the underwear from my waist and let them slid down my thighs and legs to my ankles, and then I stepped out of them. Blake took my arm and pulled me closer. Then he turned me around so my back was to him. He caressed the small of my back down to my crack. He leaned forward and rested his head on the curve of my ass.

We stayed like that for a moment, and then he lay on his back and pulled me into bed with him. He held me in his arms briefly and then turned me on my back.

He studied my naked body with his eyes, occasionally running a finger about my bare skin. He touched each mark and scar and recited the story of how I had gotten them. He took my left arm in his hand, "This is new. When did you get this one?" He asked.

"I cut myself in a ceramics class at the clinic." I explained.

"Oh." He said.

"So, you memorized every one of my war wounds?" I asked with a smile.

"Yeah. I thought I knew everything about you, before you left." He said in a low voice.

"You did, you do." I paused. "I am not a compilation of experiences. I am Steven and you know me better than anyone else. You know my heart, right." I said.

"Do I?" He asked.

"Don't be cruel, even if I deserve it." I said while running my finger across his brow. "One day you will forgive me." I contended.

We talked for a while longer. I agreed to take Theresa and Caleb to the airport the next morning. Then we went to bed, though I held him this time.

******************************************************************************Acknowledgement:

Throughout history people who did not meet the current social standard of acceptable behavior, have been ostracized and oppressed in many different ways, ranging from minor to severe. Homosexuals have long been victimized by this unfortunate tradition. More recently, in certain countries, there have been many strides that have dramatically improved the lives of the LGBT community.

However, there are still places where people must conceal who they are out of fear of imprisonment, destitution or even death. So, while there is still much work to be done, before things can be considered equal, I would like to take the time to appreciate the freedoms that are afforded for me, and acknowledge those who are not as lucky.

I would like to dedicate this chapter to a very kind and intelligent young man, who I have the honor of calling friend. Oscar, you have my love and very best wishes, I only hope I could offer you more.

******************************************************************************Appreciation:

I cannot believe we have made it to 20; I could not have done it without all of the support and encouragement, from all the readers. Special thanks to Oscar, Arch, Clayton, Jake, Ed, Khalid, Gary, Vern, Fred, Joseph, Lou, Bill, Raziya, Tom, JT and Mikal.

Sincerest thanks to Nifty and all of the wonderful participants who make this site possible, from the generous donors to the archivists and administrators, you all are truly appreciated.

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