Turning the Page

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. Otherwise read on and the author hopes you enjoy it.

Turning the Page 2001 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 magic-organ@usa.net or authorpaul@hotmail.com.

TURNING THE PAGE

Synopsis

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 him. Brian saves himself, but the friend kills himself later in remorse. Police Lieutenant Nils Berger investigates a possible bomb at Mike's place. 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. When Brian's father died recently, Brian found out that Adam is his step-brother. 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.

(From the previous chapter)

He had to get away before he was killed. Taking a big chance, Mike stomped on the brakes and steered away from the truck toward the ditch. He felt himself spinning as part of the truck struck the rear end of his car which then spun around completely, traveling backward and toppling into the ditch.

The car rolled over twice coming to rest beside the huge trees of the forest there, while Mike was praying in his mind, "Lord, get me out of this, I can't leave Brian by himself." When the car finally rolled upright, Mike's head banged against the window beside him, knocking all thoughts out of his head.

The pickup hadn't waited to see the damage he had caused, he figured it had been enough to make his meaning clear to Michael Keith, the fag, to give up his boy toy and get out of the race, and now he'd make his demands for some real money. Turning around in the next driveway, the pickup driver passed the little red car, all banged up, a dark figure lying against the steering wheel, the car rocking slightly in the darkness of the woods. The driver continued until he reached Mike's property and his mail box, where he pulled over, stopped and dropped a note into it. The driver headed back to town, feeling that he pulled off a big one.

Mike was feeling nothing nor was he dreaming.

CHAPTER EIGHT

It is the hour when lover's vows

Seem sweet in every whisper'd word;

And gentle winds and waters near,

Make music to the lonely ear . . .

Byron

"River City Police Department, Lieutenant Berger speaking. How can I help you?"

He listened.

"Yes, Adam, what is it." Sudden alarm showed in Nils' face

He waited while Adam explained.

"How is he, can you tell? Is he breathing?" Nils own breathing became fast and shallow.

Adam's judgment of Mike's condition seemed to bode well.

"That's good, I hope, you stay there, I'll have an EMS vehicle out there in ten minutes and I'll send some people to help from here."

Nils yelled, "Svenson, Ferallini, get in here now!"

By the time the two sergeants got to the Lieutenant's office, he had already called Emergency Services and the ambulance was on its way.

Nils spoke tersely, his words coming staccato and forcefully, "Listen closely, Congressman Keith has been involved in a crash and according to Adam MacLeod, he is still breathing. He couldn't figure out what had happened, but you two are going to do that. I don't know just what the result of this investigation will be, but for the time being, you take your unmarked car and check everything out - and I mean everything."

"Any questions?"

Jenny spoke up, "Yes, Lieutenant, just where was the accident?"

Nils colored and gave a little smile, "Sorry about that. It's about ten miles south on the city on the county road, about 2 miles north of Congressman Keith's property." He thought a moment, "and that may a problem, because that site would be in county jurisdiction, so you will have to careful not to step on toes, understand?"

The sergeants nodded in unison, sort of like dolls in the back window of a car. They had just come on duty after their all night surveillance duty.

"Ok, then, go to it."

After the sergeants had left the building, Nils called the police garage, "Hi, is this Jake?" He waited, then "Jake, this is Lieutenant Berger and I'd like you to meet me in the police parking lot. Right away if you can ...... Ok, good."

Jake followed Nils to Rocco's pickup, where Nils asked him to look over the vehicle and tell him his thoughts as to its condition. Jake ambled slowly two times all around the truck, then examined the right side minutely, fingering some places, scratching a little here and there. He walked back very close to Nils, who wanted desperately to move away since Jake doesn't seem to own or use a bath tub or shower, but he is a great mechanic.

"The truck is in great shape except for the right side which seems to have crashed into another car, or more like scraped one, probably a compact car because of where the scrapes have occurred. And I'd say they are very recent damages, maybe even today."

"Thanks, Jake. If I can, I'm going to have the other vehicle, a red Ford Escort which was rented by Congressman Keith for his campaign workers, brought in here and I'd like you to put it in the police garage, away from anything else. And, no one goes near it, no one including any police at all. In fact, call me if any police personnel want to look at the car, or even ask about it. Also, I want you to put two wheel locks on that pickup truck you looked at, that's Rocco's truck, and I don't want him taking it anywhere. If he complains to you, just tell him to talk to me"

"Will do, Lieutenant."

After talking to the Sheriff at the county building, Nils was given permission to have the red car towed to the police garage for inspection. Nils was also very worried about Mike Keith, hoping that he would be all right. He'll kill Rocco if he ran Mike off the road. Kill him.

Adam had been driving back to Mike's cabin on the county road and had almost passed the little red car off the road, looking as if it had been dropped over a cliff, when his mind reacted to what he'd seen. Was that Brian's car, he wondered? Lord, I hope not. I better go see.

Turning around, Adam pulled onto the berm, stopped and jumped out of driver's seat. He ran over to the wrecked car, breathing hard, scared to death. Running to the driver's side, he tried to look through the driver's window which was opaque because of the crazed glass, so he couldn't see anything. He tried pulling open the driver's door, but that was jammed tight, and would take the special door opener from the wrecking crew. Adam rushed to the passenger door which, thankfully, opened easily so he could crawl inside the car, squeezing under the smashed roof, getting right next to Mike. Mike? What's Mike doing in Brian's car? And what the hell happened?

Adam tested Mike's carotid artery pulse which was strong and regular, then he lifted Mike's right eyelid, and saw the iris react automatically. So, good so far, he thought, because he seemed to be breathing all right, even if it was shallow and slow. Checking very cursorily, he found no sign of blood, but after a collision like that, there could be internal injuries. Next, he thought, I better call Niles right away.

Fortunately, Adam's cell phone was fully charged and working. After his talk with Nils, he waited less than ten minutes to hear the siren of the EMS ambulance approaching the scene. He stood where they could see him, pacing nervously, getting more and more concerned about Mike, imagining all sorts of terrible possibilities for Mike. He choked up and felt tears start to come to his eyes, but wiped them away quickly. Wouldn't do to be seen tearing up.

Within fifteen minutes, the emergency guys and checked Mike, got him out of the car and into their vehicle, then sped off to the hospital in River City. They told Adam that he looked good but maybe a slight concussion when he hit his head on the side window. They also said that if he hadn't had his seat belt on, he might not have made it..

At that moment Adam thought about Brian who was unaware of this. I guess I know enough about Mike's condition to be able to tell Brian how he was.

Ben Heskett had been walking from the campaign office and happened to be passing the Hob Nob Restaurant on the way back to his dorm. He felt a little hungry and since he had just been paid, he had a bit of extra cash, and it wouldn't hurt to spend a bit on something to eat beside dorm food. Pulling the door open, he held it for an elderly woman, who hobbled out and smiled at him, then entered the restaurant.

The place was practically empty so Ben had a considerable choice of tables, so he chose a booth toward the back, taking the menu from the rack to see what he would want. Not much specially appealed to him, so he decided on a burger, fries and coke. When the waiter walked over to his booth, Ben was ready with his order and gave it before actually looking at Joey Montoni. As he did look up, Joey was looking into his brown eyes, assessing this young man in a instant and the hunk rating was pretty high. Joey decided to learn something about him.

"Hi, I'm Joey, your server," he said as he wrote down Ben's order. "I don't think I've seen you around here before, or am I wrong?"

Ben, as is usual, blushed, but did manage to say, "You're right, Joey, I've never been here before. I'm a student at the college and finished working on the square, walking back to my dorm. I don't often do it, but decided to treat myself to something other than dorm food. My name is Ben Heskett"

"Oh, I'm glad you stopped. Where do you work on the square?"

"I'm a worker in the campaign office of Congressman Keith, doing all sorts of jobs, trying to earn a little extra money. I need it."

Sparks went off in Joey's head when he turned away. "Let me put the order in and I'll be back with your coke."

In just a few minutes Joey was back with Ben's order, hot and greasy, just right.

"Is there anything else I can get you, Ben?

"No, this is fine."

Joey sat down on the other side of the booth, "This is a slow time in the Hob Nob, would you mind if I sat and talked? I get bored very quickly." He smiled winningly, most friend'y.

"Hey, man, sit down, I hate eating alone."

Joey asked quickly, "What are you taking at the college, Ben?"

Ben chewed and swallowed hurriedly, "I'm majoring in dietetics science, you know, nutrition and catering to large groups, restaurants and stuff like that. It's great and you get to eat a lot."

Joey laughed, "Well, you look like you've were cut out of your share of food, how much do you weigh?"

"I'm up to 160 but the height helps a lot." He grinned, "I know there isn't much meat on my bones, Joey."

"Well," Joey started, "whatever meat you got sure looks to be in a very good shape to me."

"How about you, Joey?" Ben inquired, his tone showing real interest in this young man.

"Well, I'm working here, and part time at another place, but my dream is to start some kind of a restaurant, what kind I'm not sure. Hey, Ben, you could help me when I get started."

"Gee, Joey, I've still got three years of school to go, you know."

Joey light patted Ben's arm, "That's OK Ben, I'll wait for you to finish. I'll sure need a dietician and nutritionist.

The two young men looked at each other, from brown eyes into blue eyes, both knowing in their hearts that something special has just occurred between them.

"Say, Ben, is there anything urgent you have to do in the next half hour? 'Cause I get off here in that time, and I'd like you to come over to my house for a little, get a drink or something, and talk. Could you do that?"

Ben's eyes widened and sparkled, looking deeply into Joey's, "I don't have anything until classes tomorrow afternoon." He smiled broadly, "Sounds good to me."

"OK, just hang here a bit and I'll be ready."

Ben stared at Joey's butt as it traveled back to the serving counter.

Walking back to the kitchen, Joey wondered if Ben could be the man who would be his lover, a real friend who might actually loved him, not just use him like Rocco does. He thought back to when he was just 14, and was starting a late growth spurt that he'd been waiting for since he'd noticed his dick and balls were increasing in size and bulk, filling his briefs and jeans much more noticeably. His meager pubes were present, but mostly invisible to the naked eye unless the eye was extremely close, but he wasn't about to let any guy close enough to try to find it. There were other guys in his gym class with the same problem as him, as he could see when they all took showers at school, and no one had teased him ..... yet.

But then, one night, after he'd stripped and got into his bed naked as usual, he heard Rocco in his own room, banging around, not sounding happy. The silence that followed worried Joey more than the noise, his brother had been getting pretty weird lately, staring at him, accidentally opening the bathroom door when Joey came out of the shower, obviously trying to see him naked. This activity troubled Joey, he knew what some of his friend's brothers had done to them, but also knew that some of them liked it and some didn't. He wasn't told exactly what the brothers did, not precisely, but knew it had been something sexual between them. Joey really loved his brother and looked up to him, his idol all the time Joey was growing up, especially after their parents were killed in a car accident and Rocco became his guardian. Rocco now rarely showed any affection to his much younger brother, mostly living his own life without much concern for Joey.

That night Joey was almost asleep when he heard Rocco whispering, "Joey, are you awake? Joey, are you awake?" He was beside Joey's bed in the pitch black room, his lips almost inside Joey's ear. Once more, "Hey Joey, are you awake?" he spoke louder.

Joey thought he'd better answer, "What do you want, Rocco, I was almost asleep?"

Before he answered, Rocco pulled up Joey's sheet, climbed onto the bed and crawled in with Joey, "Joey, I was feeling lonesome and wanted to be near you, talk to you. Would you mind if I slept with you tonight?"

This was something new - Rocco had never wanted to sleep with him before, or hardly talk to him, might be interesting he thought, "I guess, ok, Rocco, you can sleep with me if you want."

Rocco moved closer to Joey, lying on his back next to him, touching from shoulders to hips, then said, "Thanks, Joey, this is great, you know I do love you even though I don't always show it much. Would you give me a hug? I'd really like that." Joey then realized that Rocco was naked and Joey was fast becoming nervous about the whole situation.

Both boys turned toward the other and slowly worked their arms around, embracing and hugging one body to the other. Joey could hardly breathe, his heart was racing and his mouth had completely dried up when he felt his brother's body against his, feeling faint from the excitement of his unacknowledged desire for his brother. Understanding was slowly creeping into his spirit, Joey wanted his brother, desperate for whatever sexual acts go with loving your brother.

Soon it began. Rocco pressed against Joey, his huge rock hard cock slid between the boy's thighs, feeling like a big log, while his big rough hands caressed Joey's back and buttocks, scaring the young virgin boy, who stuttered, "Ro ... Ro ... cc ... cc....Rocco, what are you doing?" he managed to get out, "you are scaring me." His body was actually shaking, shuddering, even twitching while he clutched Rocco's body but couldn't move his hands.

Rocco's mouth was just above Joey's ear where he whispered, "I love you Joey and I want to show you how much I do love you," he kissed his brother's ear, licking it, sticking his tongue in as far as he could, "just follow what I'm doing. If I do something you positively don't want to do, tell me and I'll quit." He was cupping both Joey's ass cheeks, kneading them and gradually working his fingers in the cleft between them, lightly poking around the wrinkled opening. Joey's body jerked and his buttocks tightened fiercely on the invading fingers.

"Rocco, don't do that," he panted, " I don't like that, please stop." Joey wondered if his plea would stop his brother as he said it would. The boy didn't actually mind his fingers there, in fact it felt good, but he'd heard about some brothers sticking their dicks up their brother's ass, he just couldn't imagine that feeling good.

"Ok, Joey, I'll stop, but I would like it if you would rub me, anywhere. I hope you do love me, too, and can show me how much you do." He kept his fingers away from the asshole, but still worked them deep into the cheeks, so soft and pliable, yet muscular and solid. They resisted him, yet also gave an exciting sexuality in their muscularity.

Joey was so afraid that he would do something wrong with Rocco, he told him that. "Rocco, you know I love you, more than you could know, but I don't know what to do." He still held Rocco in his arms, feeling his brother's deep muscles, his back and shoulders, reveling as the sense of Rocco's smooth skin, so soft, yet strong and so naked, bare and very, very nude. All those words represented Rocco's beautiful body to Joey, well-formed, muscular, shaped like an Olympic middle-weight wrestler, everything he loved about Rocco, but felt he shouldn't, then he'd be like gay or something.

"Joey, I'm going to touch your dick and I want you to touch mine, Ok?" He released the enticing buttocks and pulled back a bit, his fingers finding Joey's rock solid cock, maybe five inches long, but not very large in diameter though the head was extremely swollen. "Now, Joey, just reach down between and pull out my cock, I want you to wrap your hand around it tight, and jack me off." He assumed Joey knew how to do that, however, he'd never jacked off, only had seen the motion his friends make just pretending, not really understanding.

When Rocco took hold of Joey's cock, the boy nearly passed out from the erotic sensation through his whole body, his dick felt as if were going to explode, which it would very soon. Joey felt the uproar in his nerves, all over, then when Rocco started to pump his hot rod, he screamed.

"Rocco, let go, let go, I'm gonna' piss .... I can't hold it .... " He tried to pull away from Rocco to get his cock back ... but Rocco was holding him too tightly. "It's Ok, Joey."

"I can't .... I'm .... ahhh ..... God ..... what's hap.. ." Joey's body stiffened from head to toe, his leg muscles merged in one large cramp, shaking his whole body while he continued to yell and moan."

Finally, Joey's climax was reached and the pressure topped off, his flood of semen, sperm and juices kept spurting up the shaft and from his cockhead all over Joey and Rocco, especially Rocco's hand. At last, having released all his baby-makers, Joey could finally relax, letting his body slacken and unwind from the sexual exertion he'd experienced.

Meanwhile, Rocco milked all he could get from Joey's cock, then he licked his hand and arm and Joey's abdomen where the boy had sprayed, lastly putting his mouth over the soft dick in his hand and sucking and licking what he could find. That woke Joey up from his dream state of ecstacy.

"Rocco, what are you doing? What did I do, what happened to me?"

Rocco slid up to be level with Joey's head, "You shot your wad, man, hadn't you ever cum before? Didn't you ever jack off like that?"

Joey started to sob, "No, Rocco, I don't know what I did, I''m sorry if I messed you up."

The older brother hugged Joey, "Joey, it's all right. You came, your semen with sperm came out .... that was a sexual climax ... didn't you like it?"

Joey hesitated, "I guess. So that's what my friends do all the time? And their brothers, too. Is that it?"

"Yes, little brother, that was it." he paused, "I'd sure like it if you'd do that for me. OK?"

Actually, Joey had been still holding on to Rocco's steely cock, swollen to its maximum.

"I don't know how to do it, Rocco, but I'll try."

Rocco took hold of Joey's hand on his dick and started moving it up and down, sliding the velvet skin back and forth on the rock hard rod. "Ok, Joey, just keep doing that, holding tight and you can get faster, I'll love it."

Rocco was so steamed up after jacking off Joey, it only took a few jerks of Joey's hand to bring him off. His copious deluge of hot white spurting gobs covered himself and Joey too, their hands and his cock and Joey's. He had been dreaming of having sex with Joey for a long time.

The older brother started to clean them up by sucking in all of his explosion, telling Joey to lick the back of his own hand, covered with the slippery juices. "Just lick it with your tongue, Joey, it's great, you'll see. I tasted yours just a minute ago, and it was better than mine, young and sweet and bitchin'."

Joey hesitated, but eventually stuck his tongue out, licked his hand a little bit and swallowed after tasting.

"Wasn't that good, Joey?"

The answer came as Joey sucked up all Rocco's semen, wherever he found it.

Rocco hugged Joey, kissing him on the forehead, rubbing him all over, especially those beautiful, small melon-like buttocks cheeks. "Joey, just you wait, next time we'll do something even better. I promise."

They slept, tightly together, at ease and at peace.

Joey would never forget that night and remembering it now had given him a huge erection which he tried to rearrange in his pants. The smile on his face was broad and warm, but soon disappeared when he remembered to wish that Rocco had stayed loving and affectionate.

Brian was pacing the cabin from room to room. He'd already taken another shower, then nibbled at some leftovers in the refrigerator, hardly tasting them because he was so worried about Mike wondering where he could be. Brian called the campaign office, but no one had seen or heard from him, nor did anyone ask him to go to the office. This is really getting weird.

Finally, he heard a car park beside the cabin. "Thank goodness, he's back." Out on the porch Brian was so surprised to see Adam getting out of his car, where has he been and where the hell is Mike? Looking at Adam's face, Brian knew something was wrong, very wrong, so it must be Mike.

"Adam, what's going on, where's Mike?" Brian's voice easily reflected his concern, his near panic state of mind.

"Come in the house, Brian, I need to talk to you."

Immediately, Brian broke into tears, "No, no, tell me, what's happened to Mike. Oh, God, please, don't let Mike be hurt." He rushed to Adam, hugging his friend so tight and sobbing almost convulsively, gripping him hard and molding his body into Adam's.

Adam held Brian tightly, clutching him, almost giving in to tears himself. Adam's right hand smoothed down Brian's blond hair, pulling his head to his chest. "It's Ok, Brian, it's Ok. Mike was in an accident, but he's going to be just fine. Your car, I'm afraid, was totaled."

"Where is he, Adam, where's Mike." He sobbed fitfully as Adam held him tightly.

Pulling him along, Adam almost carried Brian into the house and onto the couch beneath the front window where they leaned into each other. "Brian, I found your car in a ditch along the county road, a couple miles down the way. At first I was sure you were in there, but it was Mike. He was unconscious, but the EMS technicians said he might have a concussion, but otherwise seemed to be OK. He wasn't awake, so they thought they'd better take him in to emergency at the hospital."

Brian had quieted down, but Adam kept his hold on him, shielding his brother as best he could, trying to relieve his cares and build an added trusting feeling between them.

"Brian, if we went to the hospital right now, we still wouldn't be able to see him. We're going to wait an hour or so, then go in. I'm sure he'll be just fine."

Brian's red-rimmed eyes full of tears, blinked and gazed deeply into Adam's. "Adam, you know I love you, but with Mike it is a different love, he's my heart and soul, and if I were to lose him, I know I couldn't go on." He buried his face into Adam's shoulder, and squirmed his body against Adam's, ending up with his crotch pushing on his friend's muscular thigh, and didn't really notice that he had an erection, though Adam did. He had to get out of this position.

"Brian, sit up please, a minute."

Brian looked at Adam, wondering, but not speaking, so he sat normally on the couch beside Adam, but still holding his hand. Brian seemed to have lost his confidence and needed a lot of reassurance.

"Brian, " Adam spoke quietly and intimately, "I have something to tell you, that I should have told you long ago probably, but for sure when your father died. I certainly should have told you before we had any sex at all, but I felt if you were going to get into gay sex, I wanted it to be me, not someone who might be trouble."

Brian couldn't help but remember the wonderful sex he had with Adam, just a year ago, it was so hot, so sexy because Adam is such a great hunk. At that point Brian did realize that he had a huge cock in his pants, pushing up, tenting his jeans.

Adam noticed it, but put one arm around Brian's shoulder, still holding his hand with the other one. He pulled them together, touching from calf to shoulder.

"You see," Adam started, "my mother was married to your father before your mother was, and I was born of that union and that makes me your brother ..... well, step-brother ... but an real brother anyway. That's partly why I love you so much, besides you are so cute and don't give me too much trouble." He laughed indulgently.

Brian turned slowly toward Adam, his eyes regarding Adam's eyes, "We're really brothers, huh? But, we really don't look much alike, do we?

"There is a good reason for that, Brian. My mother was part native American which is why I'm a bit darker skinned that you. I think she was just one quarter native and didn't really appear to have any characteristics." He dug in his back pocket for his wallet where he found and pulled out a photo, "Here, Brian, my mother's picture."

"Oh, Adam, she was beautiful, very beautiful, you should be so proud. My Dad could sure pick 'em, couldn't he?" He looked around at Adam, grinned, "And look at the great sons he produced, with a little help, of course."

Brian stood up and paced the room, trying to absorb this news, then looking at his brother, smiled and rushed to Adam, climbing onto his body lying on the couch, embracing him deeply so energetically that Adam was almost overcome.

"Adam, I'm so happy you have told me that you are my brother, just forget the 'half' part, and I don't regret having had sex with you, I know you did it to protect me and you taught me so well, look who I have for a lover and partner. How many guys my age have a congressman as a lover? Don't tell Mike, Adam, but I would have sex with you anytime, I mean it, anytime."

"Well, maybe," he hedged. "but we really shouldn't, Brian, it's not fair to Mike."

"Adam, this is different. We are brothers, no conflict with Mike. He knows we've had sex before and I'm sure would be Ok with it in these circumstances. I need your strength and comfort. And we have an hour before we can go to the hospital." He grabbed hold of Adam's crotch, cupping the large balls and his awakening cock.

They embraced each other, straining to get closer while their slippery lips battled for control and their tongues tangled, first in Adam's then in Brian's mouth, The sensuality of the saliva between their tongues created a fuller erotic sensation, especially when one or the other sucked hard on the other's tongue, pulling it into their mouth.

Adam pulled away suddenly, "Brian for one thing, we have altogether too many clothes on, and we'd be much more comfortable on my bed so let's get up and move." They stood up and Brian reached for the buttons on Adam's shirt, soon stripping it from his body. His two hands were fast to unbuckle his belt and the snap, unzipping his jeans which fell around his feet, exposing the fact that he wasn't wearing any underwear.

Brian smiled and immediately grabbed Adam's half-hard cock with one hand and sucked Adam's left nipple into his mouth, flutter-tonguing the little nub, then moving to the other reddish-brown nipple. Adam reached behind Brian to the tail of his t-shirt, pulling it up and over his head. While he was back there, he moved his hands under the waistband of Brian's jeans, sliding them down to cup the beautiful full round buttocks of the younger man.

Meanwhile, Brian had knelt to the floor and tongued the head of Adam's large, hardened prong, placing his hands on the back of Adam's thighs, heavily muscular with dark hair covering them. As Brian worked further down on the red-hot prick, he hands slid up to toy with Adam's narrow, but ample buttock spheres, hard muscle with malleable silky flesh. Adam's cock rose with Brian's ministrations, pulsating with his heartbeat and swelling as the blood rushed in to erect a weighty branch between his legs.

Adam had continued undressing Brian with some difficulty, but soon they were both completely naked, their bodies glowing in the last afternoon sun through the large front window of the cabin. Overcome with passion, both men clutched the other, their hands rubbing and caressing the naked flesh, velvet skin and hard muscles, finally falling onto Adam's bed, wrestling each other for closeness.

"Wait, Adam," he interrupted, "I'm so excited being with you again, but just one no-no. I'd like to keep my ass for Mike only, would you mind that?"

Adam smiled fondly at his brother, then they kissed tenderly, "Brian, you remember I would never penetrate your ass when we played around a couple years ago, and that still goes. That's for your lover and partner, but I was hoping you might be kind enough to spread a little of your pollen into my own ass, hmm?" He squeezed Brian's buttocks with both hands, "But first, how about one hot sixty-nine, how about that?"

"That's great, Adam, you make me so hot, so worked up I can't think straight."

Then Brian quickly flipped around on the bed with his head at Adam's crotch and his own cock directly pointing at Adam's mouth. Both dicks were flushed and pounding, Brian worked his hand down Adam's hard rod from silken head to the base in his wiry black pubes, feeling the velvet skin, so soft and smooth, while his tongue lapped at the cockhead and around it. He put the head in his mouth, fluttering his tongue all over it, pushing it into his mouth more and more until that yielding sensitive flesh struck his throat where his muscles pinched it as he swallowed. He had charged Adam up so that he almost came. Adam hadn't been with a man in quite a while. Momentarily he thought of Nils, but quickly brought his mind back to Brian.

Adam had also taken Brian's cock fully into his mouth, pushing his face hard into the young man's groin, feeling the soft blond hairs against his lips and nose. The aroma of Brian's loins sent a flow of excitement through Adam's body, charging his love with greater passion, that aroma of a boy mixed with a young man's maturity. He pulled off until just the head was in his mouth as he licked the pre-cum from the head slit, savoring the exotic flavor of it.

Still sucking on Adam's huge hot rod, Brian slid his hands behind his lover, his left past the full dangling scrotum through his legs and his right over his hip to clench Adam's exciting buttocks. Adam's right leg was pulled up so Brian could lay his head on the thigh while sucking so he had an easy reach, squeezing the beautiful melons, his fingers sliding through the chasm between them, lightly touching the pursed lips of his asshole. Feeling around the edges, they groped and pulled the dark hair around it, finally sending the middle finger directly into the aperture up to the second knuckle. He felt the heat, the internal torridness, the moist receptable.

"Oh, Brian," Adam shouted, "that's so good. Fuck me with your finger, stick it in there, Bro, try another finger, then another. You better not suck any more, love, I'm about to come!"

Brian had Adam's meat muscle all the way in his mouth, but tightening with his lips, he very slowly pulled off it, draining it of whatever pre-cum was left. Using his left hand, he wet his fingers with his mouth and tongue, then tried two fingers which slid in easily and a little later tried three fingers. Adam seemed to have no problems.

"Is that Ok, Adam. Are you open?"

Adam was breathing hard, his body jerking, muscles lurching, "Yeah ... Brian ... it's ok, but please fuck me before I cum. I need to feel you in me, brother."

Adam turned onto his back, threw his legs up and over his head, exposing his asshole.

Brian used both hands to spread Adam's buttock so he could see the anal pucker Adam hadn't ever let him see, they just didn't go there back then. The orifice was a dark red bud winking spasms amongst the dark hair lining his rear trench, contrasting with the much lighter buttock flesh itself where sunlight had never shone. He couldn't resist sticking his nose in the crease, thrilled with the male rectal aroma he sensed, so masculine, so virile and manly with a tinge of Adam's English body soap and talcum. Brian's cock took another step harder, and drooled streams of his pre-cum on the sheets while he got close enough to lick the whole of Adam's most secret place, concentrating on the pucker itself, pushing his rolled-up tongue directly into the shuttered opening.

"Oh God, man, you're killing me," Adam groaned, "take me please, take me now!"

The young blond smiled to himself, adding a couple of extra thrusts with his tongue, but then got on his knees, pushing Adam's thighs up higher, raising his butt until his rigid rod head was aimed right at the opening to his love tunnel.

"Brian, that's it, push it in now, give it to me," Adam was trembling and shaking his whole body, awaiting without any patience for Brian's steely weapon to puncture his ass.

"OK, Adam, for the first time ever I get to fuck you, and here comes Bucky right into your guts, where I'm going flood you with gallons of my boy juices, fill up your insides with all those baby-makers. We could expect quadruplets at least, I think." Brian giggled infectiously, Adam agreed.

He shoved his hips toward Adam's butt, entering the little used anus in one huge plunge, all of his six inches inside and his ball sack banging against the top of Adam's glutes. The heat and passions concentrated on his love pole quickly brought his ecstasy and adoring mania near to their peak. His hip movements became erratic and more and more erotic, slamming his hot poker into his brother's ass hard and violently. Adam was groaning, steadily moaning and his own excitement rose, so excited that he grabbed Brian's shoulders with both hands, pulling him down on top, bringing his lips to Adam's own, kissing his lover fanatically while Brian was able to keep his hip rhythms going and his rigid prick jabbing into Adam faster and harder.

Both men groaned, working themselves into a torrid sexual wrestling duo, writhing and torturing their bodies together, sweaty, boiling in the heat and almost to the crest of their love making.

"Oh, God, Adam, this feels so wonderful, almost as wonderful as when I screwed Mike for the first time." he drew a big breath, "and I'm cumming, Adam, I'm shooting. Here it comes, deep inside you," he was panting, "Adam, I love you, love me, too."

Adam spoke haltingly in orgasmic delight, "Dear brother, I do love you and always will." He embraced Brian and hunched his hips up onto Brian's hot poker, "And here I go," his labored breathing signaled his orgasm, his cock spewing nuggets of white precious juices in pools on his neck and chest, some collecting in his navel depression.

Brian at the same time threw his hips and turgid cock one last time into Adam's asshole, yelling as he did, "I'm with you Adam," while his orgasm poured spate after spate of his sex cells and body fluids deep into Adam's hot internal reservoir just made for Brian's flood.

Brian fell on top of Adam, holding him tightly, lusting for his approval, "Adam, my brother, did I make it, do you alright? Did I?" He was tearing up, realizing he had just made love to his new brother which meant so much more to him that their sex in the past.

"Brian, my brother, you were great, I've never cum so fast in my life, for the rest of my life I am going to be jealous as hell of Mike. But if he ever hurts you and he's gone, I will always take care of you, you understand?"

At that loving sentiment Brian started to sob, in a stuttering whisper, "Adam, I know .... I know he won't .... ever .... hurt me ..... ...... he wouldn't, but I'm glad you love me that much." Burying his face in Adam's shoulder, he hugged him fiercely, kissing and licking his torrid flesh, wet with sweat and his own juices, totally joined with this glorious new relative of his.

Before too long, they decided that a shower was necessary before they head for the hospital to see Mike. Because of the shower size, they had to take separate showers when they'd much rather have washed each other, getting to touch their bodies.

As they walked out of the cabin, Brian suggested, "Adam, I think it might be better if we didn't tell Mike about our loving each other as we did, maybe later on, OK?"

"Yeah, Brian, that's a good idea. We're not trying to hide anything from him, but until the election is over, we better keep it to ourselves. I really don't think he would mind." The two men wrapped an arm around each other while walking to Adam's truck. Brian's car was no more.

Needing a cup of coffee before heading for the crash site, Nils walked from the station to the Hob Nob, seeing Joey immediately, asking him if he's seen Brian Whitlow.

"No, I haven't, Lieutenant, but hey, there's someone I'd like you to meet. Come with me."

Joey led Nils over to the booth where Ben still sat waiting for Joey.

"Lieutenant, this is Ben Heskett. Ben, this is Lieutenant Berger of the police department. He's a great guy, even if he is a cop." He laughed, "And Lieutenant, Ben is a student at the college and works for Congressman Keith in the campaign office." The two men shake hands, acknowledging each other's warmth.

"Hi, Lieutenant, I saw Brian this noon, but I think he went back home. I just came from the campaign office, and he wasn't there."

"Thanks, Ben, you must be the friend of Brian's whom he said he talked to earlier. Extra glad to meet you. But I better get going, Congressman Keith was in a car accident this morning, and we're not sure how he is as yet."

Nils didn't notice when he mentioned the accident that Joey blanched palely, completely colorless, looking as if he was going into shock while leaning heavily on the booth seat back.

"Glad to have met you, Ben, see you around. See you later, Joey." He turned quickly and left the restaurant.

But Ben noticed that Joey looked petrified, so scared, starting to shake. "What's the matter, Joey, you look like you've seen a ghost?"

Joey couldn't speak, just stutter, "We .. ..we .bet.. ter... not ....."

Ben broke in, "Joey, can you leave now? I'm going to walk you home right now. Go, change your clothes, get your stuff, we're going." He stood up and put his arm around Joey's shoulders, pushing him toward the kitchen door. Ben paid his bill at the register, held Joey again when he returned. They left the restaurant, heading for Joey's house, just a few blocks away.

Mike had been brought into the hospital ER on a gurney, attached to an IV and blood pressure monitor, lying quietly and still, obviously unconscious. An ER doctor examined him quickly, deciding that his vital signs were all good, he just had been knocked out, and had been out for probably a half hour or more. If he doesn't wake soon, he thought he'd better have a head scan done to make sure the brain wasn't injured or abnormal.

The doctor spoke to the nurse in the examining room. "Sean, would you make sure this man is as comfortable as we can get him. Probably will need a head scan if he doesn't wake soon."

Sean agreed. Sean Pratt was a tall red headed nurse and he was cute as hell, at least everyone told him that, and he'd been in this ER for 5 years, next in line for head nurse of the department. He took a good look at Mike as he removed his clothes, thrilled with denuding such a good looking man, so muscular and well developed, in fact, Sean's dick had fully erected soon after he started undressing the patient, since he had felt the patient all over while stripping him after he had pulled the curtains around that bay. The back of his hand just happened to brush against Mike's soft cock, about four inches long, and took a chance cupping the heavy balls in Mike's scrotum, worrying them with his fingers. Suddenly Sean realized that Mike's cock was erecting, swelling from the spongy head to the tight base. 'Oops, he thought, better let it go down. I don't want to get caught and fired, beautiful as it is.' He wanted to suck that cock into his mouth so bad, but resisted. Yet he was glad to see that everything on the Congressman worked. Sean was gay though he appeared as normal as possible, plus he had a few girls on his dating list, unfortunate girls since none of them had a passable chance with Sean.

With his clothes off and lying on the table, Mike looked unnaturally pale and sort of deflated, just too relaxed for the vital man he was. Sean, reluctantly, had put a small towel over Mike's genitals, after checking them over carefully, while he set up the contacts on his body to register his vital signs on the monitors. When he finished that, he pulled up a light blanket over Mike, the ER wasn't very warm and for some reason, Sean felt especially protective for this patient. Gee, he thought, I don't even know who this is. The EMTs had told him, but he'd forgotten to write it down. So rare that they got a good-looking man in the ER.

Checking through Mike's jeans, Sean found his driver's license to note that his name was Michael Keith and found another card which identified him as Congressman Michael Keith of the present Congress of the US. Wow, he thought, a real congressman, neat!

An hour later Mike had been taken to have a head scan, which, when checked, showed no abnormalities in his skull, so Sean brought him back to the ER where there was plenty of room since they had 9 empty bays. He smiled to himself, 'just wait until midnight'. As soon as Mike was wheeled back, Adam and a very scared Brian walked into the ER. It took some time persuading the nurse on the desk that Mike Keith had no relatives and they were his roommates before they were allowed to see Mike.

Adam explained to the nurse, Sean, who they were and, reading his interpretation of Sean's probable sexual orientation, told the young man that Brian was Mike's partner. Sean was both disappointed and jealous to learn that Mike had a partner and that the partner was so damn beautiful but he recovered, smiled at both of them and brought a chair for Brian to sit by his lover. Adam suggested strongly that he not reveal his knowledge of their relationship.

"Thanks, Sean," Adam spoke softly, "I would appreciate if you would watch Brian closely, this is quite a shock to him, they haven't been together long and I'm just not too sure how he will react," he paused, looking directly at Sean, who nodded, "if I could ask you a personal question, do you have a partner?"

Sean blushed as red as his hair, "No, I don't, Mr. McLeod.," and very quietly, "and I'm not out, you know?"

"Oh, Sean, no problem. I may look around for a good partner for you, though," he smiled wickedly at Sean."Ok?"

Sean reddened again, then smiled back at Adam and winked.

Brian pushed Mike's hair back from his forehead, held his inert hand. He gave Mike a kiss on his lips and immediately began murmuring very close to Mike's ear, encouraging him to wake up and come back to them. While Brian was seeing to Mike, Adam pulled out his phone and called the campaign office, asking for Liz Crouse. He explained to her what had happened to Mike, that he had been examined and his head scanned, so the prognosis was very good, he just seemed to need more time to wake. He also told Liz that he and/or Brian would stay with Mike, and since he probably won't be in the hospital long, she should wait until tomorrow to see him.

Back with Brian and Mike, Adam suggested, "Brian, it is getting late and you haven't eaten, so I'm suggesting that I sit with Mike while you go to the cafeteria and get something to eat, then come back and I can leave you with Mike for a while. I will also leave my cell phone with you to keep me up to date on Mike's condition. OK?"

It took a lot more convincing, but Brian finally agreed to head for the cafeteria. The deciding factor occurred when the nurse, Sean, said he was going to get something to eat, too, since it was slow in ER right then, and Brian could join him. Adam suspected that Sean would give his left nut to get into Brian's pants, though he didn't have a chance. Sean was damn cute, longish, regular face, short and curly deep red hair, and what looked like in the tight green scrubs he wore, a well-developed slender body and an appetizing large basket.

Joey was capable of giving directions to Ben for the location of his house, and they walked slowly toward the address. Ben had his arm around Joey's back, partly holding him upright and partly holding him close to his own body, enjoying the touching and the warmth of Joey's forceful aura.

As soon as they entered Joey's house, Joey started shaking again, then sobbing into Ben's chest, saying "Hold me, Ben, I need your help." He cried harder, "Ben, oh Ben, I'm so sorry, so sorry ..... I'm been a fool, and .... and ...." Joey collapsed on the couch, still sobbing into the dusty cushions, "Ben, I've done something horrible, terrible and I don't know what to do. I should tell someone, but who? He buried his face in both hands, I need your arms around me." His cute, but worried, face looked to Ben, pleading.

Ben moved to Joey and knelt beside the couch, wrapping his arms tightly around his new friend's body. As he did this, he asked, "Can you tell me, Joey? Maybe I can help.?"

Ben's slightly bristly cheek lay against Joey's soft, smooth one, as he held him close, and Joey's lips were nestled into Ben's ear where he whispered.

"Ben, you know I have a brother, Rocco, a police sergeant?"

"No, I didn't."

Joey started to sob again, "Well ..... Ben .... he gives me a hard time a lot, sometimes he does things to me that I don't like, but he's big and I'm a lot smaller. I'm dependant on him for a place to live and food to eat, so I can't fight him, because he can easily beat me to a pulp. And he's done it before. The money I make at the Hob Nob is the only cash I have because he doesn't give me any of his.

"Joey, what is so wrong, what have you done?"

"You know what Lieutenant Berger said about Congressman Keith, that he was in an accident this morning, and seriously hurt. I was the one who called the Congressman as if I worked at the campaign office to have him send Brian Whitlow to the office for some papers which needed Keith's signature."

"As a matter of fact, Joey, I talked with Brian this noon. He was very kind to me, trying to help me with a problem of my own." Ben suddenly thought that he might not need Brian's help after all.

"Yes, he's very nice. But for some reason Rocco wanted me to call and get Brian to drive his car into the city to the office. I didn't want to, but he seriously threatened me last night and said I'd better or else." Joey was shaking again, weeping quietly, so distraught that he was losing control of his emotions.

Ben let go of Joey and sat up, "Joey, you have got to tell Lieutenant Berger. You've got to. He needs to know that!"

"But, Ben, I'd be betraying my brother, I can't do that." He cried silently, tears running down his cheeks, "If he ever found out, he'd kill me, I'm sure," he blurted, wiping his face.

Ben took Joey's face in his hands, looking intensely into his eyes, "Joey, I don't know how many times Rocco abused you and I don't need to know the details. You know how many times he beat on you so you couldn't work? How long are you going to put up with his terrorizing you?"

As more tears flowed from Joey's red-rimmed eyes, he sat up and pressed his body to Ben's, receiving the support he so urgently needed, but his soft voice keening reached Ben's soul.

Ben held him, trying to figure out how to convince Joey, "You know, Joey, I'll bet if you told Lieutenant Berger, he would do everything he could so Rocco couldn't hurt you any more. Please let me called him. If you do, I'll stay with you all night," he smiled lasciviously, "someone needs to take care of you. And I could even cut a couple classes tomorrow." He grinned, guiltily.

Joey finally smiled, beaming at Ben, then slowly leaned forward, farther until his soft lips met Ben's thin, wide mouth, pressing a full force kiss onto him, then whispered, "Ben, if you will stay with me, I'll tell the Lieutenant." They clutched each other tightly, barely breathing, elated in their closeness. Ben called Nils Berger, but he wasn't available and would get the message.

Ben climbed on the couch, stretching out beside Joey, pressing themselves together, arms embracing each other, hands rubbing and caressing backs, buttocks and thighs, more fiercely as their passions grew.

Ben grew apprehensive, "Joey, I've never touched any man, except when Brian held me close for a couple minutes today, so I'll admit that I'm a bit scared." His face grew serious , "I don't want to do something wrong, and I hope you'll help me."

Joey squeezed Ben to him, whispering in his ear, "Ben, I think I'm in love with you already, so you can't do anything wrong," he smiled expansively, "I want us to make love, Ben, come up to my bedroom with me and we'll practice. You'll love it, I know." He grinned and winked at Ben, taking his hand in his own, leading him up the stairs to him bedroom.

Much to Ben's dismay, Joey started undressing him, standing by the bed and within a minute had removed everything, leaving Ben standing completely naked, his slender but well muscled body was finely proportioned, seeming well coordinated. Ben's body was smooth except for under his arms and around his genitals where the shiny brown hair flourished. Joey's first thought was what fun it would be to tame that bush and trim it so it looked neat. Ben felt a bit self-conscious, being naked and feeling defenseless so he wrapped his arms around himself.

Joey smiled at Ben, "Give me a few seconds and I'll be as naked as you are." That turned out to be a true statement, and his body, though shorter than Ben, was almost identical. He spun around in front of Ben, extending his arms,"What do you think, Ben, aren't I gorgeous." He laughed, "Well, what ever, but I know that you are. You know that, don't you?"

"No, Joey, I'm not ... what you said. I'm just ordinary, nothing special."

Joey save him a lascivious stare, "Give me fifteen minutes with you and I'll make a believer out of you."

Joey walked to Ben, looking in his eyes, he placed his hands on Ben's shoulders and when Ben stiffened, he started caressing Ben's body, all over. Hesitantly, Ben gently reached out for Joey, finally touching, feeling, fondling his friend, until they came together, head to toe, naked body to barre flesh, embracing each other.

"Let's get on the bed, Ben, it will be more comfortable."

Joey stretched out on the bed, waving to Ben to join him, cuddling him when he lay down, and each savored the other's body, poking around with gentle fingers, exploring taut backs and ridged spines, flexing muscles and narrow waists, finally kneading their full, pert buttocks, sliding languid fingers tentatively delving into the dark depths between them. Ben was following Joey's lead until Joey reached down in the front and grabbed Ben's inflexible turgid cock, already leaking pre-cum so the cock was slick and slippery.

"Come on, Ben, you've been doing well, keep going, take my dick in your hand, fondle it and get to know it because that's going to be your play toy for a long, long time, I hope."

Ben giggled, interested, then embarrassed, "Ok, Joey, I want to very much, but I don't want to hurt you."

"I know, Ben, but just play with me like you do with yourself, and all will be fine, I know it, and remember, I had my first time too, and I was scared to death, but at that time, Rocco was still a caring brother and made sure he was careful."

Ben reached to Joey's crotch, noting the trimmed bush he had, wondering how it got that way, but forgot about that after he touched Joey's cock, so hard yet soft, too, so boiling and slick from the pre-cum, pulsing so hard with his heart beat. Joey was more excited that he'd ever been, except for his first time, and could hardly wait to come off with Ben, both of them pumping out the rivers of cum. He decided not to go too far this first time, not wanting to scare Ben.

They moved their fists on each other cocks, pumping them, spreading the pre-cum all over the dicks and themselves. Ben was almost in shock feeling another man's hand on his dick, masturbating him and he didn't have to do anything. He did try to concentrate on jacking Joey's dick, but it was hard to keep his mind on it when those fantastic feelings arose from his own prick, sizzling his body. Joey turned around so Ben could reach his cock, but also so he could reach Ben's cock with his mouth. He wanted to do that, show him how great cocksucking was.

"Keep pumping me, Ben, I'm going to try something else with you. Just go with me, love, and you will love it."

Joey sank his mouth over Ben's stiffened prick, slowly down to his bush, fluttering his tongue all over it on the way down.

Ben was overcome with waves of ecstacy and found himself in total rapture through his dick to his sexual core, and he moaned, "Joey, wait, I'm coming, I can't stop - I'm gonna cum - I don't want to ..... move your head ... or I'll ... ohhh." And Ben let a torrent of semen fly into Joel's mouth, shooting once ... twice .... three time, and oozing more for Joey to taste.

Ben finally calmed down, as did Joey while he watched Ben slowly relax his tense body, his tumescent dick was laying down on his thigh, worn out, but happy, very happy. Joey didn't worry that he hadn't cum, that would be later on, after he talks with the Lieutenant. Ben said he would stay all night with me, Joey thought, and I'll make sure he enjoys every minute.

Ben and Joey were in the kitchen, having coffee when the knock came at the front door, at the other end of the house. Letting the Lieutenant in, the three of them soon sat at the kitchen table.

Joey started his story, about trying to call Brian Whitlow because his brother forced him, and he admitted that he was the one who attached the "bomb" to Keith's sailboat, and wrote the note it contained, again because of Rocco's pressure.

"Joey, how often does Rocco beat you, injuring you so much you can't go to work. I've seen you some, you know, when you are really hurting." Nils continues, "And, Joey, please tell me this .... how often does Rocco rape you? Now don't say he doesn't, because I would bet my paycheck that he does."

Joey can barely talk, "Lieutenant, if I don't let him fuck me, then he'll beat me up, so what do I gain if I resist. I'm dependant on him for my living, I don't know what else to do." He lay his head on his arms, spread over the kitchen table, but was comforted by Ben enfolding him with his arms, embracing him as a lover would. Nils noted the obvious affection between them.

Nils stood up, leaning over the table, tenderly caressing Joey's head, smoothing his hair and speaking softly, "Joey, I'll get a stenographer here in ten minutes and if you will repeat what you've told me, and sign the transcription, I'll make sure you are protected. I have other evidence against Rocco which should keep him locked up for a long, long time. OK?"

"Ok, lieutenant, Ben is going to stay with me."

By the end of an hour, Joey had given his story, which was transcribed and signed. The lieutenant and stenographer left and Joey and Ben were alone in the house.

"Joey, where is your brother now?"

Joey shivered, "He's on a stakeout for the Lieutenant and will be there all night. So we will be alone all night." Then he smiled wickedly, "How about that," and hugged Ben.

Mike was still unconscious when Brian called Adam the next morning. Brian had stayed all night with Mike, receiving permission from Adam to stay, but not without a little whining.

"Adam, his vitals are still all good, but he just hasn't awakened yet. Sean let me sleep in the room with Mike, so I'm not beat and he and I are going down for breakfast. I'll call you again about noon or sooner to tell you about Mike. Sean says that they'll be moving Mike to a private room, soon - this morning."

Adam cleared his throat, "Well, Brian, that's good, and I'll expect your call, but you look out for our friend, nurse Sean. He's got eyes for you, little brother." He laughed confidentially, "I know he doesn't have a partner, he told me, but maybe we can find him someone. I can tell he's really lonely."

"Oh, Adam, you know me, I'll be good, I always am. Don't worry, I'm with Mike and that's that. I'm going to call Liz and tell her she can come to the hospital"

"Right, Brian, and be sure you stay that way, and yes, call her. I love you, Goodbye."

"Love you too. Bye."

Brian turned toward Mike, lying still on the bed, monitors watching all his vital signs, and sighed, starting to wonder when or if Mike will wake. No, he thought, he can't die, he must live so we can grow old together. I have to do something!

Pulling his chair next to Mike's bed, Brian held his hand, and brushed the hair off of his brow, gently caressing his head. Brian kissed Mike's lips, sliding his tongue along those lips, giving needed moisture to those bits of flesh. Then he whispered to Mike.

"Mike, you can hear me, listen to me, you must try, try to wake up. We are waiting for you to open your eyes, smile again and speak. Don't let that bastard who wrecked you get away with his vicious attack, we'll get him with your evidence and whatever Nils has."

Nothing. Mike breathed steadily and fully, but his eyes remained closed, his lips tight together and his body inert.

Brian was becoming more discouraged as more time elapsed, he was scared because the doctors couldn't seem to do anything for Mike. Why can't they, he groused, closing his eyes. He laid his hand on Mike chest, feeling it rise and fall with his breathing, strong and solid. Brian had a thought, he might try something.

He raised the sheet from Mike's body slightly and stuck his right hand underneath and onto Mike's naked flesh, on his abdomen, caressing the lightly hairy skin. Rubbing in wider circles, his hand eventually slid over Mike's soft penis, the fingers curling around it, gently caressing the silken skin and sensitive glans, lightly smoothing the tender organ from head to base,

Groaning sounded from the bed, startling Brian, who jumped up to look at his lover..

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