Disclaimer: This story concerns homosexual men and their sexual activities. It was inspired by events that might have happened, but didn't. This tale is entirely fictional. If there are any similarities to actual people, places or events, it is purely coincidental. If you are under 18 or if reading this story would be illegal for you in your area or if you don't like the subject matter, please leave now. This is a fantasy story in a time with no sexual diseases, a time which will probably never happen. Take care. Otherwise read on and the author hopes you enjoy it.
Turning the Page 2002 by Paul H. Daventon. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission of the author. If you are enjoying this story, write to Paul at authorpaul@mail.com or authorpaul@hotmail.com.
TURNING THE PAGE
The Story Up 'Til Now ........
Mike Keith, 28 year old Congressman from Ohio, and 18 year old Brian Whitlow, former Congressional Page, fall in love in Washington. They travel to Mike's lake house in Ohio, where Brian is assaulted by a high school friend of Mike's with a grudge against Mike. Brian saves himself, but the friend kills himself later in remorse. Brian's family retainer, Adam McLeod, an occasional sex partner of Brian, comes to Ohio to help them and falls in love with Nils. Mike and Brian worried about Mike's reelection, that their relationship may be revealed. Nils two sergeants, Rocco Ferallini and Jenny Svenson, a young waiter, Joey Montoni, Rocco's brother, and Ben Heskett, student at the college, complicate the story. Mike was in Brian's little car when Rocco, who hates gays viciously, and thinking Brian was driving, sideswiped the car, wrecking it.
While Mike was in the hospital, Brian stays by his side and meets Sean Pratt, Mike's nurse, who entices a very depressed Brian into sex with him. Nils is very sure that his sergeant, Rocco, ran Mike off the road and that he has been abusing his brother, Joey. Nils takes Joey and Ben, the new couple, out to Mike's cabin to protect them from Rocco who has vanished.
Mike awakens and soon is back to work. Mike is accused by his Party County Chairman, because of rumors he'd heard somewhere, of Mike being a homosexual.
Roy MacLean had come from Washington to help them with financial and legal matters, and he's staying with Sean in his fancy apartment. Rocco, Joey and Ben also make up, but Rocco hits the drug house and is severely wounded, later dying in Joey's arms. The threat against Mike's reelection grows.
Nils meets Jake, a friend of Jack's at the airport. Jake is an undercover agent with the DEA who is under The Boss, trying to identify him and get evidence. Jake had called Mike to warn him about what The Boss is plotting. Roy and Sean have become partners, living together. Ben and Joey visit Nils at home and they have a hot threesome. Joey reports the huge amount of money he will receive as Rocco's heir for him and for Ben, too. Mike and Brian meet the boy, GB Gunn, who has sex with The Boss and overhears his plans.
(From the previous chapter ..... ) A dark shadow was creeping closer to the clearing where the gazebo stood and the two men and boy were softly talking. The shadow was a man squatting on his haunches, duck-walking carefully and slowly toward them. The man was carrying a rifle over his back and more armament on his body.
A second shadow followed the first closely but the first man was unaware of his existence until he felt the muzzle of a pistol stuck in his ear, hard.
"If you don't carefully put that rifle on the ground, I'm going to happily put a hole clean through your head. My reaction time is excellent and you won't make it if you try anything - guaranteed." He got no reaction from the first man, just a frozen suspicious figure.
"I'm going to count to three - put down the gun. I may or may not wait until I get to three to fire my pistol. And if you injure any one of those three people, you .... are ..... dead ..... for ... sure!"
"One ....... !"
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Quietly and carefully the man we know as Jake spoke, "Nils, will you please take your gun out of my ear before you fire accidentally and mess up my hair. I just combed it."
"Jake, what the fuck are you doing here? Why shouldn't I shoot, you're aiming at the people I'm hired to protect!"
"Damn, Nils, I knew I should have told you. But I didn't find out you were a cop until I threatened Jack to get him tell me." He chuckled, "Jack didn't want to tell me, he doesn't know who I am."
"OK, Jake," Nils came back, "Who the hell are you, anyway?"
Jake answered, "If you will move your rod from my ear, I'll get out some identification that should convince you. I'm working undercover for the DEA." He mused to himself, "I'd sure rather have your rod somewhere else."
Nils pulled his gun away from Jake's head, but didn't put it away, just kept it handy.
Jake took off one of his shoes, fiddled with the sole and handed to Nils an identification card from DEA for Agent Jacob Bailey.
Breathing more slowly, his blood pressure dropping, Nils observed, "Thanks, Jake, I realize that the DEA doesn't tell local authorities when they are invading their jurisdiction, but it sure would be a help sometimes."
"Shush, Nils, I want to hear."
They watch the scene at the gazebo site. Jake whispered, "Nils, Mike has just talked GB into coming out of the woods to him and Brian. Everything seems to be working."
"I'd sure like to hear what they are saying, Jake."
Jake pulled a tiny ear plug from his pocket, "Put this in your ear and listen."
They both heard:
Mike was holding out his hand to GB, encouraging him, "Take my hand, GB, come and sit with us. I guarantee that you will be safe. Believe me. We are being protected."
They watched as the young boy slowly walked toward Mike and Brian, finally taking Mike's hand. He got closer, then in a rush he ran the few steps to Mike, threw himself around him, arms about his neck, legs on Mike's sides as he sat in Mike's lap. They could hear crying and sobbing from the young boy, and Mike's calming words. "It's OK GB, you'll be all right, we'll take care of you." Mike held the boy tightly, rubbing his back and petting his head.
GB blubbered a bit more, sniffing and choking, "Thank you, Mike, for seeing me. I've been awful scared." He sniffled some more, "Hold me tighter, Mike." In reality GB was a very young boy, not the grown-up sex hustler he appeared to be.
They watched as both men held GB, gently rocking him in their arms, trying to calm his fears.
To change the subject Mike asked, "I've been wondering what your name, GB, stands for."
GB smiled, "That would depend on who you ask. Ask my father and he'd say either Gay Boy, or Gutter Ball or Garbage Bag ..... one of those or some others not so nice."
Mike continued, "I'd really like to know, GB, if you want to tell me."
GB reddened, spoke very quietly, "George Bernard, for some Irish writer, I guess my mother was crazy about him."
"Well, George Bernard, your namesake was a brilliant and famous writer, he won a Nobel prize, so you should be proud. He lived to be 94 years old." He was quiet for a while.
"GB?", Mike asked, "I have something to tell you."
"OK." GB's voice was very quiet and shook slightly.
"There are two men around us here, taking care of us, keeping us safe. I want to have them join us here on the gazebo, if that is Ok with you. One is Lieutenant Berger of the city police and the other is someone you know as Jake."
As soon as he said 'Jake', GB tried to get away, out of their arms, but they held him.
"No, GB, it's all right. Jake is on our side, he's our friend. We know he works for The Boss, but he is really an undercover agent. Honest he is, GB. Please trust me."
GB relaxed a little, but not entirely. He held on to Brian and Mike with fierce determination. "I guess so, Mike, if you say it is Ok." He didn't sound sure at all.
Mike spoke into his little mike, "Ok, guys, come on over."
Mike tried to soothe GB, "It really is Ok, GB."
"I'm trying, Mike." He looked at Mike, then at Brian, then back and smiled. He surprised them with a question out of left field. "Do you guys have sex? You know, like sucking and screwing?"
The other two smiled at each other, Brian spoke warmly, "Of course we do, GB, we are in love with each other, we are partners forever, but we don't have sex, we make love. There's a big difference."
Mike and Brian kissed for a moment, then noticed that GB looked so lonesome that they both leaned over and kissed GB on the cheeks. Brian took the urge and slid his lips down to GB's lips, sneaking his tongue between them. GB suddenly sat up, "Whoa, I like that, Brian, can we do that again?"
Brian smiled, but said, "No, GB, because Mike and I are devoted to each other, just each other. Maybe we can help you find someone for you to love."
GB's arms wrapped around Brian, "I sure would like that, more than anything."
Mike stood up as Nils and Jake approached them. GB continued to cling to Brian.
"I assume we are Ok here, Nils, no problems?"
Nils nodded, then went to GB, "GB, we've got a problem. The man that you have been seeing in his car, is the man we need to put out of business. He's a vicious criminal, dealing in the worst drugs, corrupting kids, teens and adults too. But, we can't catch him, he's too clever to get anywhere near the drug pipeline. So, we need to trap him .... Maybe catch him at something else."
GB turned his head to stare at Jake, and broke in on Nils explanation, "And I bet it's going to be MY ass that's goin' to be put on the line, right?" GB looked worried.
"Well, GB, you've gotten ahead of me," Nils countered, "but essentially that's it. We would like to get him where we can trap him." He looked down, "Yes, you would be our goat tied to the stake, GB, but you would be protected from every angle."
"I know it sounds rough, GB, but we need you to get him into the trap." Jake emphasized to GB. "I've worked for him for quite a while now, but I've never met him or even seen him. Now, can you think of somewhere he could meet you that would be good for a trap?"
Joey thought, "Well, he took me to this house to have sex one time, but we usually had sex in his car. I don't know if I could get him to take me to the house."
Jake asked, "Do you know where the house is?"
"Sure, it's a nearly empty house, big one, out by Zeller's farm, past the reservoir dam." GB didn't look happy, "But I've been so scared with him, sometimes he's ok, but often he's rough and he hurts me some."
Jake knelt in front of GB. "GB, we'll be listening and watching everything that's going on there, and we'll be there to help you. The video we'll be making will be evidence against him. We'll need to know all about the house, what room you used before and that stuff."
He gently put his hand on GB's back, "I know you are scared, but we desperately need you. He knows you, likes you and probably will do what you want. Don't you think?"
GB lowered his head, spoke more quietly, "I guess so, if I'm real good with him. He sure likes to get sucked, but I hope you can stop him before he fucks me, he hurts me." GB looked embarrassed and said even more softly, "But sometimes I like that too. I'm sorry." Tears dripped from GB's beautiful eyes, surrounded by black lashes and brows as if he were made up.
"That all right, GB, some people do. One more thing, GB, would you be able to stay with Mike and Brian for a few days while we set everything up. Would anyone be looking for you?"
GB looked into Jake's eyes, "My Dad is on the road, he's a traveling salesman. My brother might wonder but I doubt if he'd look for me. He'd figure I was at my friend's house, I do that a lot." "I guess I'm not a very good person, I don't like my brother at all, but I wish I could."
"Thank you, GB, Mike and Brian will take good care of you." He turned to them, "Won't you guys?"
Mike and Brian were getting ready to leave for the fund-raiser and Mike was telling Liz just what to do, lock the doors and close the drapes to keep GB well hidden and take good care of him.
"And, GB, Liz will take good care of you 'til we get back in about three hours. So, you need to do what she tells you to, Ok?"
GB smiled wickedly, "Sure, Mike, I like Liz, we'll get along great, won't we, Liz?" He gave a sidelong glance toward her, winking his eye suggestively.
Liz looked grumpy, "What did I do to deserve this, a pint-sized Romeo who is making eyes at me?"
Mike laughed, "Liz, you can sit on him, or I think he may like to be spanked. Right, GB?"
Mike and Brian were traveling south to East Springfield on the Ohio River. The event was a fund-raising dinner in Mike's honor where he will be speaking about his record in Congress and his proposals for the upcoming session, bidding for votes.
Just before they left, Liz asked if they were still committed.
Brian laughed, "Liz, we are committed, you know that." He paused, "Or, maybe we should be committed, I don't know which."
Mike agreed, "Yes, Liz, we are just fine. We have about six weeks before the election and the polls you've taken sound like we'll make it. Just have to keep our fingers crossed."
The dinner had been the usual cardboard tasting unidentifiable guck, Brian mainly pushed it around on his plate, trying to hide the fact that he hadn't eaten much, he was wishing he still had a dog at his feet who would eat all his leavings, like his Brandy used to do at home when he was little.
Mike finally began to speak, Brian looked at him with such loving eyes, adoring his 'man' and wishing they were somewhere else, somewhere in bed. Mike finished up the regular speech and asked for any questions any had.
After a dozen questions about the race, Congress and his thoughts on different subjects, Mike called on a man near the front, a man who looked out of place in this group of farmers.
"Yes, the man in the third row." He paused, "I don't think I know you? Could I have your name and where you are from?"
"There's no need for that. What I'm wondering about is the rumors I've heard that you are a queer, a homo? What about it?"
This was the first anyone had brought up that subject since the campaign started. Mike was startled, but had prepared himself for anything, including questions like that.
"I'm sorry, sir, but I need to know who you are and where you are from before we go any further with that."
The man snorted, "No you don't, you're not getting out of this that way. Give me an answer!"
Mike considered his course, "First, I'm not getting out of anything, second, I don't answer to anonymous rumors I know nothing about, and third, I'd bet a lot that you are not from this district I'd guess. That's all I'm saying." Mike looked around the crowd, "If there are no more questions, I'll say thank you for a fine meal and for your attention to my proposals. Thank You."
The applause was warm and full, maybe not quite as full as it would have been before the question. Brian looked at Mike next to him, his eyes staring worriedly at him. He started to talk but Mike nodded his head, indicating that Brian should be ready to leave. Mike was leaving the dais, smiling and shaking hands, talking to everyone near him. He certainly looked confident and unworried, solid as a rock with a very positive attitude, nothing fazes him, they thought.
In the car on the way home Mike spoke, "I sure wish I knew who that man was. I'm sure he's a plant, but for whom? I don't think my opponent would do that." He glanced at Brian beside him in the car, "I suggest we try to find out, but then we'd be drawing attention to him and to his question ...... maybe we'd better leave it alone for now."
"We could watch for him at future dinners, maybe weed him out. Nils could help us there, I bet." Brian was thinking ahead, hoping they could cut this guy out, stop or slow the rumors."
"We really need to know and soon. I'll get Nils on it, too." That seemed to be all they could plan at the time.
Adam came home the next day from Washington, reporting to Mike on his discoveries, almost immediately heading for Nils' house outside of town, receiving a hot and passionate welcome from his friend, Nils, who had come from his office the instant he heard Adam was back.
After the preliminary exchange of bodily fluids, the two studly men lay on Nils' bed, basking in the glow of their sex just completed, caressing and petting each other, kissing and sucking tongues, too.
"What did you learn, Adam, you were away long enough!" Nils asked slightly irritated.
Adam smiled, then sucked on Nils' poked-out nipples until they were rosy red and sticking way out. "I'm sorry I had to leave, I'll make it up to you, you'll see." He paused, "Mike sent me to call on friends of his for information, a request that he didn't want to ask on a phone, since it was to have a few people in this district investigated, or at least get some deep info on them. I didn't get much yet, but the results will get here in a few days. I'll tell you all about it after I see Mike. Now, what was the question at that dinner in East Springfield?"
"A man in the audience said he'd heard rumors that Mike was queer and he wanted Mike to give an answer. Mike asked his name and address in response which the man wouldn't give, I'd say obviously a setup to catch up Mike, who also said he doesn't answer questions about some anonymous rumors, plus from someone he didn't know."
Adam looked thoughtful, "I guess that was Ok for a start, though probably it won't hold if this is the start of a campaign against Mike, there probably will be more questions later. When the press get hold of the story, it will probably get very sticky, wish we could find out who is behind this."
"We'll find out!" Nils spoke forcefully. But he had more to say to Adam.
"While you were gone, Adam, just a few days ago, I invited Joey and Ben to my house since you weren't at the cabin to cook for them, so I wanted to give them a treat. We had steaks, baked potatoes, etc., turned out very well. They also found out that they like Heinekin beer."
"We had dinner, talked quite a lot, then settled on the couch to watch "The Gladiator" on DVD. I was caught up in the movie, but soon I realized that they were coming on to me, and were touching me, feeling me up and finally just grabbed my cock which of course was fully erect. Those are hot, hot young men. When I mildly complained, they explained that you had shown them a good time their first night in the cabin. Is that right, Adam?"
Adam, who had still been playing with Nils' cock, stopped, then a bit embarrassed, said, "Yes, I have to admit we did. I pretty much watched over them since I knew Ben was practically a virgin and I also knew that Joey'd been abused by his brother. I tried to work it out so that they took care of each other. My effort was to show Ben how to go about making love to Joey, not just have sex. I think it worked very well. I mostly stayed out of it, but I'll tell you, man, when they finished, I shot the biggest wad I'd worked up in a long time."
Nils laughed, "Well, Adam, they've really grown up since then. No way were they going to let me stay out of it. By the end of the evening they had both fucked me, now listen to me, they fucked me at the same time!"
Adam sat up, staring at Nils not believing his ears. "They both stuck their cocks up your ass at the same time?"
"Yeah, man, it was the greatest. Hurt like hell for a while but then turned me on so I didn't want them to quit."
"Shit, Nils, I've never even thought of that. Of course their cocks aren't huge like ours, but still that must really stretch your butt hole, right?"
Nils smiled encouragingly at Adam, "That's why I wanted you up my ass right away. And you were great, man."
Adam was rubbing Nils' leg, back and forth, getting closer to his crotch all the time, where Nils' hood-covered cock was gradually expanding and stretching, a light stream of precum oozing from his foreskin.
"That skin is so neat, Nils, do you suppose anyone has tried a foreskin transplant? Probably hard to find a donor. No one would want to give up what they had. Right?"
Nils smiled, "I think you are right in that, babe. I certainly wouldn't."
Adam leaned over Nils' naked body next to him on the bed to take Nils' foreskin between his lips, lightly biting with them, fluttering his tongue over the loose flap of skin, then searching inside the skin to find Nils' cockhead for his tongue to lick. He tried to stick his tongue into the piss slit, getting in a ways and tasting Nils' slippery and tangy precum surging out the hole, then he pulled the foreskin all the way to the base of the shaft and sucked on the now naked cockhead, spongy, soft and yielding, hot as molten steel.
Adam licked one of his little fingers, getting it soppy with saliva, and slippery. With Nils' cock exposed completely, he pulled down on the flange, opening Nils' piss slit wide and gaping into which he slowly inserted that little finger, wiggling it gently and slightly. This was a brand new feeling for Nils and he loved it. "Push it in farther, Adam, that is so hot, so exciting."
Adam obliged him, fucking his huge, cock hole with his finger, getting it in almost to the second knuckle, aided by Nils' precum making the hole extra smooth and slippery. Adam pulled his finger out, sticking it into Nils' mouth so he could suck it and taste that viscous, clear fluid. Adam then went back to his main pleasure, sucking Nils' cock and especially his foreskin.
"Not so soon, Adam, I'm gettin' hot too fast, I'm too close, man," Nils pleaded with his lover, pulling himself away from Adam's searching mouth.
"Aw, Nils, babe, don't slow me down." Adam wasn't happy. "Oh, hell, I have to go piss anyway. Save my place," he grinned.
"Your place is always saved with me, Adam," Nils smiled back. He watched Adam's glorious butt as he went to the hallway and to the bathroom around the corner, lusting for that golden sex goal.
Adam opened the door, stepped to the toilet directly inside of it and, after lifting the seat, he starting peeing, the sense of relief shivering his body. He hadn't shut the bathroom door since he knew they were the only ones in the house. Something disturbed his relief when he realized that some warm water was hitting his buttocks, running down his crack. Turning his head, he couldn't believe that Nils was standing behind him, pissing a heavy, yellow stream on him. And Nils was laughing.
"I was trying to pee between your legs, but I missed," he barely got out before howling more. "So sorry, " he cackled, "I tried to aim ... I never could shoot worth a damn. I'm damn glad that I put a tile floor in this bathroom."
By that time Adam's bladder had drained and flipped around to face Nils, then slammed the toilet seat down, sat on it and grabbed Nils cock, shoving it in his mouth. Adam thrilled to the thought of drinking Nils' piss, holding that soft cock in his mouth, licking it and toying with it between his tongue and his hard palate.
Nils was aghast, he was still peeing and Adam had swallowed his cock. He tried to pull away, but Adam had gripped him buttocks tightly, holding him securely. Fortunately, Nils had almost finished anyway by pissing all over Adam's butt.
Adam was gripping Nils' buttocks, vigorously flexing them while he sucked harder on Nils' cock, draining the last of his piss which went straight to his stomach. Adam tasted the piss, just a slight bitterness in his throat, but he sure enjoyed what he'd done and was excited to pleasure Nils' cock almost to its full erection.
Nils leaned over Adam's head to run his hands down the heavily muscled back, reaching to those magnificent buttocks, pissy or not, one finger searching diligently for Adam's back entrance, his rear hole which Nils loved and which was where his newly recovered cock would be very soon, if he didn't cum from Adam's sucking before he could.
The tall blond slowly let his legs relax pulling his prick away from Adam and down until he eventually sat on Adam's lap, holding Adam's head and shoulders tightly to his own chest, trying to express his love and gratitude to Adam. His rock hard cock pressed against Adam's stomach, throbbing heavily and leaking precum practically in a steady stream down into Adam's crotch.
"Have you been thinking about that, Adam? You know, drinking piss?" Nils asked.
Adam smiled up into Nils' face, "Actually, no," he said, "just came to me. Somebody comes and pisses on me and I figure that must be a good thing and I need to get in on it. There's no one else whose piss I would drink, anyway, it wasn't that much. You pissed most of it on my butt." He thought, then, "Have you been thinking about that, Nils? You know, pissing on me."
Nils had to laugh because Adam had repeated his own questions. "No, Adam, it just came to me to see you standing at the toilet, pissing away, your butt hanging out there for all to see. I just couldn't resist the sudden urge. That's all."
He continued, "It was fun, but now it sort of stinks. How about we get in the shower there and wash it off, and maybe just see what develops."
The two solid, muscled men were drying themselves, occasionally bumping into each other, by accident of course, and once in a while they played lip-locking with accompanying exchanges of mouth fluids which kept their passion level well inflated. At one point Nils whispered in Adam's ear, nuzzling it first, that he wanted to fuck him right then, that he was ready and he knew Adam's asshole was starving for a big load which he could give him.
"Bend over the washbowl, Adam, and hold on tight, don't want to break your head or something." Nils said as he sat on the rim of the tub, placing his face right behind Adam's rear end, just where he wanted to be.
Using both hands, Nils caressed and petted Adam's butt cheeks, slowly and softly at first then stronger and more forceful, while licking them with his tongue, spreading his tongue fluids around, then in the deep crack between them. He had Adam spread his legs thus lowering his ass to his level so Nils could start licking behind Adam's scrotum, along the perineum and to the red rosy bud and beyond. He also reached between Adam's legs, grabbed his stiffening cock and pulled the long prick behind him where Nils could grab his cockhead in his mouth, munching with his lips and tongue. Adam finally complained a little, he was getting to hard to have his hot rod bent back that far. Adam's anus was tight but occasionally blinking at Nils. This he felt very well since his pointed tongue had invaded Adam's inside wall, laying down a thick coating of his saliva
Pulling away his mouth, Nils was able to insert two fingers easily into Adam's asshole, so he then tried a third finger which also went inside as easily as the others. 'Well,' Nils thought, 'why not try it.' He pulled the three out, then shaped his four fingers into a solid ram, pushing with a little difficulty into the widened anus, stretching it further in to the second knuckle.
Adam had been moaning all this time of the finger-fucking - pushing his ass back toward Nils, aching for more fingers and more action. Adam's cock was at full size, bulging and pulsing, dripping what seemed to be a regular stream of precum into his crotch and down his legs. His hands gripped the washbowl, their color turning white with the pressure he exerted.
As Nils watched his fingers disappear, then show again as he fucked Adam's butthold, wondering as he did it if he couldn't just push his whole hand inside Adam's ass. He'd heard somewhere about fisting, but was afraid it would hurt Adam too much. Maybe they'd talk about it later.
"Adam, would you bend over the bowl, please? Get ready, man!"
Immediately, Adam bent over to form a right angle, his head almost inside the bowl. Nils stood up, pushing his body against Adam's, his prick against Adam's asshole but not in yet. His hands massaged his lover's sides from hips go underarms, then around to the front to pinch his nipples and cup his full hard pecs. Nils kept going gently to caress his neck in the front then to the back. Before Adam could respond, Nils had plunged his cock fully into Adam's love chute and at the same time, he got Adam into a full nelson, his fingers locked behind Adam's neck.
These two men were mostly even in strength, power and brawn but in this case Nils had the advantage because of his position, the leverage he acquired and strength of his hands and arms. Adam tried for a moment to get free, but soon decided he sort of liked have Nils all over him and he loved the erotic feeling of Nils' prick fully in his hole. At least that was he rationalization, and a good one it was, he thought.
"Adam, man, you feel so good, your ass is so tight and strong, so hot and fills me with such lust that I can't get enough. Hang on, babe, we're gonna ride."
Nils started pumping in and out of Adam's throbbing asshole, he watched as the ass lips were pulled out and pushed in as the cock stretched them wider because Nils' cock was expanding even more. He pulled one arm and hand from the full nelson attitude to caress Adam's body while he jammed his pecker harder and faster. Adam either didn't notice or care that he probably could have gotten free.
Whack! Whack! Nils had slapped Adam's ass hard where he left a red handprint which slowly faded until he hit the same place a few more times. He certainly hadn't planned that slap or the others, but it was what he felt he needed to do. After that Nils pulled his other arm back and wrapped both around Adam's chest, spasmodically gripping and releasing his taut muscles, pulling their bodies tight together while he still rammed his love spear deeper and more lustful. Even though out of the full nelson, Adam remained in the same position, almost in a daze from Nils' assault on his rear end, sending sheaves of nerve endings to quivering and electrifying his body, giving him feelings of ecstasy and torrid eroticism throughout. Both Nils' and Adam's bodies were shaking, trembling from the total rapture and orgasmic delight in both their systems, now in as complete passionate arousal as any time in their lives. They were both breathing hard, sucking air quickly, thrusting against their diaphragms.
"Adam, man, I'm cuming, I can't hold it, here it comes!" Nils shouted, "I do love you, man, I need you so bad. I'm fucking as hard as I can, wish I could fuck you with my whole body."
Adam had been moaning all along, "Shit, man, I'm right with you - and you have fucked me with your whole body, it sure felt like it!" Adam's cock spasmed, throbbed and pumped his cum in spreading sprays all over the lavatory, plumbing and floor. He felt like he shot gallons even though he knew that was impossible, a feeling he never honestly had before.
Nils pumped stream after stream of thick white cum into Adam's rectum, spraying the inner surfaces of his chute feeling the warmth and closeness on his tender prick as it still slightly moved in and out, wanting to give more and more to Adam.
Suddenly, Adam pulled his ass off Nils' prick, turned around and knelt then grabbed Nils' swollen, reddened poker and took the head into his mouth, sucking into his mouth the cum that Nils' was still weakly pumping out. When he got what he wanted, he took the prick in both hands, gently pumping it a bit more, licking off the few drops he had gained. Adam looking up into Nils' face, seeing the lust-reddened face gradually relax and smile at him. "I sure love sucking your dick, Nils, I could hang on that muscle all day."
"How was that fuck, Adam, as good as you've had?" Nils looked into Adam's eyes, poring deeply into their dark depths, wishing to see the love he felt returned.
Adam rose, embraced Nils tightly, pressing their weary cocks together, then their lips met in a forceful kiss, tongues thrashing each other. Nils could taste his own jizz on Adam's tongue, and he still liked it. "That was the best, Nils, the absolute best, they just don't come better. You are some stud, man, and you are mine, too, right?"
Nils smiled coyly, "Yes, man, we're each other's, we're a team and partners, I hope." He breathed a sigh of relief, "I'm so glad you got back, I was almost going to get with this sexy guy, real stud, but he's not you, Adam, and that's what I want. You!"
Adam kissed him again, "But now, man, we both need a shower - again."
Ben and Joey had been busy the last few days, working and studying, getting ready to live in Joey's house when they have done some redecorating. Joey said that Rocco had really done nothing with the house since their parents had died five years ago, and it was about time to paint and paper, throw out the ancient furniture and get new stuff.
"We can afford it, Ben," Joey reminded him, "we have lots of money, remember!"
"But, Joey, you need to save money for the restaurant you are going to open." He looked concerned, "I know you have money, just don't fritter it away, Ok?"
"Ben, what's mine is yours and don't you forget it." He smiled at Ben, grabbed his slender body to his own, kissing so passionately and lustfully that Ben was ready to strip right there in their back yard.
In fact Ben tried to get loose from Joey, "Man, you see we're in the back yard, in front of everyone don't you? Let's have some decorum, demonstrate the proprieties of two very normal young men who just happen to be living together ..... " he paused, then spoke quietly, "and who are gay as hell!" His laughter was louder than what he said.
Joey turned toward the house, "Was that the phone, Ben?" They both listened to hear the house phone ring again. "I'll get it," and Joey ran inside.
Ben continued weeding their flower beds, all in bloom, but so were the weeds.
"Ben, it's your mother. She didn't say much, but I think there is a problem there." He had brought out the portable phone to give to Ben.
"Hi, Mom, how are you?"
Ben listened, then "Couldn't I help if I came out, Mom?"
Joey whispered, "Tell her WE will come out."
"Of course I'll come right away. Is it Ok if Joey comes too."
Ben waited, than said, "We'll be there within a half hour. Hang on Mom!"
After pressing the button, Ben handed the phone to me and said, "Something is wrong with my Dad, he's been in the barn for two days and won't come out." He looked worried, "For some reason, I'm awfully worried for him. Can we leave now?"
Joey grabbed his arm, pulled him in the house and they changed clothes so they didn't look quite so grimy and disheveled. They locked up, ran to Joey's big truck and headed for the farm.
All the way out, Ben was very concerned, chewing at his nails, looking out at the passing scenery but I'm sure seeing nothing.
"Ben, we're almost there, I'm sure you can work something out with your Dad. You've told him you love him ..... yes, I know he didn't answer you, but there may be more to it than the words."
Ben leaned across the seat and lay his head on Joey's shoulder, "You are so good to me, Joey, I don't know what I ever did without you, you know just the right words to use. I love you so much, Joey, I can never say that enough but you should consider that I'm saying it to you every second of every day, week, month, year." He gripped Joey's thigh with his strong fingers, slim though they were, which grasped the thick muscle, holding tight. Joey couldn't see since Ben's head was lowered, but he had a good idea that Ben's eyes were dripping tears slowly.
A few moments later, Joey reported, "Here we are, Ben, there is some kleenex in the glove compartment. Quick, now."
By the time Joey pulled in the gravel driveway and parked by the house, Ben had recovered and look reasonable normal, well, as normal as he could get at that moment.
Ben's Mom heard the truck and ran out meet them when they got to the porch.
"Oh, Ben, and Joey, I'm so glad you could come. I just don't know what to do with your father." She led them in the house, "He's been in that barn since yesterday afternoon and he won't answer me if I call out. I don't want to go in and invade his privacy, the barn is his, you know, so I don't get nearer than the yard."
Ben spoke up then, "Mom, I think it might be best if you and Joey stay here, let me see if I can get near Dad and find out what's going on. Ok?"
Ben's Mom fidgeted, twisting a handkerchief to pieces, her face frowning and sad, "Yes, Ben, if you think that's best. I'll feed us both while you're gone." She looked toward Joey, "How about some oatmeal-raisin cookies and cold milk, son?"
"Sure, Mom, sounds great."
Ben left the house, taking the usual path to the barn, then, thinking again, took another path to give the barn a wide berth, heading for a small door on the back side where he might get in without startling his father before Ben could see what was going on.
The barn inside was dim, a few rays of sunshine, emphasized by the dust motes in the air, shone through the slits in the barn siding. Once Ben's eyes adjusted to the low light level, he slid inside and carefully walked around the pens and stacks of bales of hay until he could see his father sitting on a solitary bale near the two large barn doors on the front of the building. His father's back was toward Ben, and the path was clear between them. Suddenly, Ben's Dad raised his arm to point a revolver at his head, just above his right ear.
"Oh, my God," Ben muttered to himself, "he's going to kill himself! What can I do?"
The distance between them was at least thirty feet, over a dirt floor but without any obstructions. 'Could he get to him before ... ah .... before .... shit, he had to try ..... do his best.'
His father was just sitting there without moving, just holding that horrible gun to his head. Ben wondered, 'He's been in here over twenty-four hours, was he trying to make up his mind or what?' Ben decided he just had to take action, run quickly, not worrying about the slight noise of his feet on the dirt. Just in case, he took off his shoes and socks, as a young kid he always took them off when playing in the barn. It simply seemed natural.
At that moment some of the pigs in their nearby sty started grunting, making a lot of noise in the barn and Ben decided that was the time.
He took off like a sprinter in a life or death race, which it was. He sped over the 30 feet, got to his father before he reacted to any noise and bowled him over onto the dirt floor. He knocked his Dad flat, arms out and flailing, but mainly sent the revolver skidding along the floor at least 20 feet away.
Ben ended up on top of his father, their bodies lying head to foot with Ben holding on to his Dad's arms, pressing them to the floor, his legs over his Dad's, his torso on top of his Dad's. Ben's head hung above his father's, his eyes full of tears, his body trembling from the exertion and torturous emotion in his soul.
"Dad, Dad," Ben started, unable to breathe properly, "Dad, what were you trying to do? Why would you want to kill yourself?" He panted, choked, then, "Oh, Dad, I love you, I don't hate you, I've told you that." He started sobbing, his breath coming in short spurts, "Dad, oh Dad, you are not going to leave us, stay and we'll work this out."
Ben felt his strength leaving and he let his head drop beside his father's, his smooth, soft cheek against his Dad's rough, bristly cheek, his mouth practically inside his Dad's ear.
"Dad, listen to me, nothing is so bad that we can't fix it. Believe me," Ben couldn't speak more until he caught a breath, "I love you so much, Dad, even after all your discipline before, I don't want you to go, please, Dad."
Ben's ear was right by his Dad's mouth and he heard, "Ben, I'm so sorry, so sorry," he shuddered, affected by his own emotion, "I just didn't know what else to do. Thank God I waited long enough." His arms wrapped themselves around Ben's body, holding him close, and whispered, "And, Ben, I do love you, love you so much," he paused, "yes, I love you too much, you must understand, Ben, I love you too much and I always have."
Neither man wanted to break the spell of their physical connection and their emotional bonding, their first after so many years of living with each other. Ben was completely confused, why would his father say he loved him too much, what does that mean?
His father's arm slowly began to caress Ben's back, his shoulders and waist, "Ben, I have to tell you something I've dreaded for all your life." He began to sob quietly, tears running from his eyes, he coughed and swallowed, "Ben, I'm just like you! Yes, just like you. I love men."
Ben raised his head, looked into his father's eyes, "You mean, you are gay, too?"
The old man nodded his head, "I've fought it for years, son, and all my punishment for you was trying to keep you from following my path of loneliness and despair." He held Ben tighter, "I know how horrible it is to love men in this world. I was trying to keep you away from that kind of life." He swallowed and wiped his eyes, "Yes, your mother knows, at least I'm sure she does. We've never said anything, and I try to do right by her, but it is still there - the tension, the stress and pressure, the never-ending pressure and fear.
He looked directly into Ben's eyes, "Yes, Ben, I'm a homo, and I hope you can forgive me for my stupid attitude toward you. I love you so much and always will. Thanks to you, that might be a long, long time.
"Oh, Dad, I'm so happy to hear that, why you beat me so much. I was so afraid you just didn't like me at all."
Ben raised his head, looked into his father's eyes and saw the love he felt reflected in those darker orbs. Slowly, he lowered his lips to his father's, pressing them, then pushing his tongue between them, licking the lips and the teeth and gums.
Ben's father started moaning, feeling he should stop this, but couldn't. He got his lips around Ben's tongue, sucking it, pulling it far into his mouth. He took Ben's head in his big hands, just holding it against him, caressing his cheeks and hair, then he pushed his head away from him. He wanted to speak.
"Ben, my son, I've a good feeling that you must be just about as big as me .... you know ...down there." He nodded down toward their crotches. "You must have the family cock."
Ben looked completely shocked, not believing his father had said that. He moved his hips a little and immediately realized that his cock was fully erected, all the way and that his father's cock was also hard as a rock, pushing against his groin. 'Hmmm," he thought, 'we do feel about the same size.'
"Dad, I don't know what to say. I know that I don't want to move. I love you holding me and me holding you like I am. Well, I guess you can see that I do love you, just like you love me. I'm so sad we couldn't understand earlier. I know it is supposed to be wrong, but I don't care."
"Maybe we better get up, get presentable to see Mom and your lover, son."
Ben smiled, "Well, we're too late. Mom was looking in the big door just a couple of minutes ago with a big smile on her face." He looked so pleased, "And I think Mom is very happy that we have gotten together, though she probably doesn't have any idea how close we've become." He laid his lips on his Dad's briefly, then, "I'm not sure where we go from here, Dad, but I can tell you that, even though I'm committed to Joey and will stay that way, I'd be much happier if you and I could be together from time to time. I want that with all my heart."
"Oh, son, you've made me so happy, I can't tell you how wonderful I feel now. How about a few more kisses before we untangle our cocks?"
"Sure, Dad, I've love it. But, before we do anything else, I wish you would shave. Your stubble really scrapes my face." He laughed and so did his Dad.
Ben and his Dad straightened themselves out, ignored the revolver lying in the dirt and dust and with arms around each other, headed for the kitchen. There they finished the cookies that Joey and Mom hadn't been able to eat up. Ben's Mom looked so happy, pleased with herself for calling Ben and lighthearted because a large problem in her life had been eased, or so she thought. When they were ready to leave, Ben and Dad hugged and Dad even hugged Joey who was quite taken aback at the moment and quite puzzled, but finally hugged back. He gave Joey a look that said 'young man, you better take good care of my son.' Joey understood and smiled back, nodding his head. Mom hugged both her boys and then her husband as they watched Joey and Ben leave to drive back to River City.
On the way Ben told Joey exactly what happened with his father and what the problem had been all along. Joey was very sympathetic and understanding. He wasn't quite sure how he felt about his partner having sex with his father. It seemed a bit over the edge, but why not? He'd been having sex with his brother himself, not always as he wanted, but it was good often enough.
"Ben, if you want to be with your father once in a while, I'll understand." He said the words but he didn't sound completely understanding, down deep.
"Thanks, Joey, but if I ever do it, there will be just one time between him and me. You can be sure I'll tell you first to see how you feel at that time. I don't want to do anything that would come between you and me." He smiled, leaned over and kissed Joey on his cheek, reaching his hand between Joey's legs to find his play toy, just holding it tight.
Late that afternoon at Mike's cabin Mike and Brian were entertaining their new friend, GB Gunn, who they were taking care of for the time being, mostly until Nils and Jake decided that a trap on The Boss was ready to be sprung. Liz had left when they arrived.
The three had gone swimming in Mike's lake, the water quite warm at this late summer time, and had a great time. Mike felt that the closer they could get to GB's inner thoughts the better they could help him. He knew that Brian would want to swim nude, but Mike had noticed how closely GB had been watching their crotches, actually staring when they moved around. The two older men tried to hold back from their usual loving touching and kissing since they had young company. Since GB didn't have a suit with him he was allowed to swim in his little white briefs, the tight ones which just hardly covered the 'bare' essentials. Mike and Brian decided to do the same to keep GB company.
While they were splashing in the clear, refreshing water , dunking each other but being especially careful with GB, Mike and Brian realized that GB was no pussy, he could give as well as take it. He would climb on Mike's back, waiting for him to dump him over his head in the lake, and Mike at the same time felt that GB had a good sized hardon in those tiny briefs as they pushed against the back of his neck.
GB was 12 years old and almost five feet, no more than a hundred pounds, if that. He was slim but was forming definitive muscles on a very well proportioned body, including a most beautiful butt, pert and full but narrow. To cap all this, GB's head of hair shone light brown with blond highlights down to his collar and it framed a square face, handsome features which were almost pretty, but just masculine enough. His pure skin had no blemishes and glowed from a slight tan, wide blue eyes, a sharp straight nose and thin, red lips that easily spread into a wide friendly grin, a look of pure innocence which belied his unfortunate recent experiences with men.
Being with Brian and Mike helped GB relax and enjoy their company, pushing his coming dangerous attempt to trap The Boss for Nils and Jake into the recesses of his memory. He liked them a lot, finding them so attractive and sexy, just the kind of guys he'd like to have sex with but never had.
All three of them had boners after they had been playing in the water, touching each other's body, accidentally (or not) touching butts and crotches until they had huge bulges in their underwear. The talk and comments became rather ribald, remarks about who was bigger and who had the biggest bulge between their legs.
At one point GB felt he was being put down as just a kid so to prove his point, he pulled his briefs completely off, throwing them to the shore.
"Hot damn, GB, where'd you get that cock? Is it real?" Brian laughed, amazed at GB's thick and heavy 5 incher, poking out from a barely visible frame of brown pubic hair. Because of GB's small size, his dick looked abnormally huge on his body, a hot, rigid light toned shaft with a bulging helmet head at the end, dark red-purple, the piss slit wide open. Brian couldn't resist putting his hand on it, sliding along the smooth, velvet surface then over the bumpy flange of the head, rubbing GB's precum over the head.
GB stood quietly in the water while Brian did this, almost zoned out, staring across the lake with immobile eyes, barely breathing.
Very quietly Mike spoke to Brian, "Maybe we better not get anything started, Brian, why don't we go back in the cabin."
Brian removed his hand and put an arm around GB's shoulder, turning him toward the house. He knelt in the water, his face more even with GB's and spoke quietly to him.
"GB," Brian whispered, wanting to get his attention. When GB finally focused his eyes on Brian's and smiled, "GB, both Mike and I think you are a most beautiful young man, but we also think that it would not be good to have any sex with you. You are too young and we are too old for you. Do you understand? We do like you very much and hope you will be our friend."
GB looked up at Mike, then into Brian's eyes again, "Yeah, that's Ok, Brian, I really like you both and hope you will let me be with you." His eyes grew misty, "My Dad is always away and my brother doesn't like me at all. He hates me. I've had to learn to cook just because he won't feed me."
Neither Mike nor Brian knew just what to say to that, but they were going to dig deeper to see how they could help GB.
Mike broke the tension, "Let's get out and sit on the porch for a while, have some pop and something to snack on." GB brightened at that idea, walked out of the water, picked up his balled up briefs, but didn't put them on.
Brian got their drinks and sat on the wicker sofa while Mike was on the porch swing. GB looked from one to the other, then he practically threw himself on Brian's lap, naked self and all. Brian felt privileged to have this beautiful boy to hold, a little large for a lap 'child', but so nice to cuddle, one hand on his proud butt and the other rubbing his back. Somehow GB managed to lay his head on Brian's chest, curling into a tight fetal almost position. Brian's eyes teared up as he snuggled with GB, looking up toward Mike he noticed the same response in his eyes.
Quietly, Brian started murmuring to GB, finally reaching the subject they each wanted to understand, just how GB got started selling his ass. "GB, Mike and I are very concerned about you and want to help you, but we need to understand just how you got started having sex with men." He tightened his grip on GB, "Would you please tell us so we can understand your life so far?"
GB spoke so low that Mike could hardly hear, but he did what Brian asked. "My best friend, Pete Withington, and I met in the first grade and have been buddies ever since. We did everything together, sports, riding, playing video games, often staying over at each other's house. After a few times, he didn't want to come to my house because of my brother and father, but at least they let me go to Pete's house. As we grew older, and puberty started with both of us, we became attracted to each other in a different way. When I stayed over, we usually went to bed naked and everything followed after that." He paused to swallow and calm himself, "We would feel each other's body, all over especially our butts and cocks and balls. By that time we would get hard dicks which would even leak our precum, and which finally would shoot cum, too. We really loved each other, we'd suck our dicks and toward the last tried to screw each other's butt. I loved having his hard cock inside me, but Pete couldn't take my popcan dick. I was so sorry about that, but I could come between his legs or between his butt cheeks just so I didn't go in."
Brian could tell that GB was crying softly between parts of his story, GB's arm went around Brian, grasping him tighter. He prompted GB, "Then what happened, GB?" He knew something desperately tragic must have happened to them.
GB sobbed harder and louder, he could hardly speak the words, "A year ago Pete told me after we'd sucked each other off one night that his family was moving away to another state." Brian felt that GB was almost losing it - losing control, so he shifted his position and stretched him out to face Brian, legs around his sides and his body tight against Brian, his soft butt sitting on Brian's crotch which, incidentally, was totally hard. GB wasn't hard, just so disconsolate he could hardly hold himself together.
GB calmed a bit and continued, "Brian, right then I thought I couldn't live without Pete, I was sure. I wanted to kill myself, and I tried a couple of times but didn't know how to do it. When they finally moved and left me, nothing seemed good to me and my father and brother sure didn't help at all. That was when, while I was walking in the evening, a man stopped his car beside me and asked if I wanted a ride. I said sure, and later found out what he wanted. At that time I was available for anything, just so I could forget Pete. Pete never wrote to me, ever. That hurt worse than anything."
GB pulled back away from Brian to look into his eyes. "Brian, I only went with two men, the one I just mentioned I saw once, then the man in the big car. I've been with him - maybe five or six times. All the time I was wishing I still had Pete and tried to pretend, but that didn't work."
"I know I'm supposed to help the police and everybody, but Brian, I don't want to see that man again. Hell, I didn't even like him. It was just the money." He thought, "And I really didn't need the money. Probably I was just trying show my father I could do stuff."
Brian pulled GB to his body again, "GB, I understand, but if you just see him this once more, you'll be helping a lot of people, kids like yourself who are being destroyed by drugs. Try to see it like that." He lowered to kiss GB on his cheek, "Believe me, no one wants to hurt you, but it is the only way they'll be able to catch him. Ok?"
GB raised his head and smiled at Brian and Mike, "Ok, I'll do it, but just for you guys."
A little bit later while they were still on the porch, the phone chirped and Mike went to get it and not disturb Brian and GB. He returned quickly, "GB, it's Nils and Jake and I think it is urgent."
GB timorously reached out for the phone, put it to his ear and said 'hello'.
Brian could immediately feel GB start to shake and shiver, but he answered Nils' questions and seemed to absorb what he was saying. Finally, "Ok, Nils', I'll do it. I'll call him right away." He paused a moment, then very quietly said "yes" and turned off the phone.
GB didn't seem to be able to come back to the present so Brian continued to hold him.
Nils' sergeants, Jenny Svenson and David Kiikka, came to get GB about 8 PM. GB dressed in his old clothes and waited for them nervously. He fidgeted all over the cabin, jumping from one place to another. Brian and Mike fed him but he didn't feel like eating much at all. When the sergeants arrived, both Mike and Brian hugged GB, holding him close, patting him all over.
"Ok, GB, go get him. We'll be waiting for you when you finish." Mike smiled, more bravely than he felt, waving as the unmarked car left the cabin. "Brian, I want to take our car to be near him, let's see if Nils will let us get close."
About 10 PM the man's big Lincoln Town Car appeared in front of the house, drove in the blacktop drive to the rear. Mike and Brian were too far away to really see what was going on, but Nils said he would bring GB to them just as soon as they had their quarry trapped, handcuffed and on the way to jail.
Mike and Brian were patiently waiting, talking about the election and what Mike is going to have to do to win it, possibly give a story to the paper which he doesn't want to do.
"One thing I'd like to do, Brian, is to see if we can find out where GB's friend, Pete, moved to and maybe investigate why he never wrote GB. I think GB deserves to know but only if it won't hurt him." Brian agreed, "We could hire some professional help since we are going to be very busy." Mike nodded.
They couldn't see anyone around the house and wondered where all the police were who were supposed to protect GB and keep him from harm. They were unaware of anyone being near them when Nils popped up carrying GB in his arms.
"We got him, GB, thanks to you. Now you go home with Mike and I'll see you later, Ok."
GB only nodded his head, looking a little relieved but not especially happy.
Brian opened the door and pulled GB into the front seat, hugging GB to his body, wrapping his arms around the boy, suddenly realizing that GB didn't have any pants on.
"Oh, Brian, here are GB's pants, we didn't want to take time to put them back on. Guess you guys can take care of that." He handed the pants to GB. "Now, all of you git! See you later."
While driving back to the cabin, Brian tried to get GB to talk, but only got nods when he asked if GB was all right, if he wasn't hurt or anything. He decided to wait until they got back to try to get his pants on again. If the truth were known, Brian enjoyed holding GB's buttocks in his own hand, his back on the other, and he was falling hard for this young boy, not like he loved Mike, more like a brother he wanted to protect and be able to love too. GB loved it too.
The time was almost midnight when they reached the cabin and decided that bed for all of them was best. GB was to sleep in Adam's bed since Adam was otherwise occupied, probably at Nils' house, waiting for him.
While having a cup of coffee, the two men spoke of immediate plans, what needed to be done. They agreed to check on Roy and Sean, then Joey and Ben, waiting for Adam to come back to the cabin. They watched GB undress to get ready for bed. After covering him up, both gave their young friend a good-night kiss on his forehead. He smiled bleakly but hopefully.
Brian and Mike were almost asleep when they felt a small body climb onto their bed, wiggle until he was between them, well protected and safe. The two older men winked at each other in the dim light, soon all three were in a deep sleep.
The morning was bright and warm, sunlight filling the cabin, edging into the bedroom where Mike and Brian slowly awoke, looked at each other to show winsome, sweet smiles as they also looked between them to see GB still asleep. When they tried to move, they were shocked to realize that GB had a firm handhold on them because his small hands were holding onto their hard cocks, one in each hand. He wasn't moving his hands, just gripping solidly, not about to let go. Neither Mike nor Brian felt they wanted to remove his hands from their dicks.
Mike spoke their thoughts softly, "Let's just try to sleep some more, Brian, until he is ready to wake up." He breathed contentedly, "He deserves all the comfort he can get." He closed his eyes, laid his head back on the pillow against Brian's, then softly said, "Hey, Brian, we never heard who the man was who was abusing GB. Guess we'll just have to wait."
Brian didn't open his eyes, just gave a brief, "Hmmm."