Date: Wed, 29 Oct 2014 14:44:51 -0400
From: Robert Mooney <briarwriter@gmail.com>
Subject: Gary's Problem, Chapter 2

This is a work of fiction, from my over-fertile mind, based on a scenario I
dreamed up and made note of some time ago. Writing works that way for me, a
lot.
  Writing for Nifty is new to me. I love the service, though, and hope
everyone donates whatever they can to help support it.
   If you're not supposed to be reading male-male sex stories, don't read
any further. If it's illegal to read erotic material where you live, please
leave.
   Everyone else, have fun.
   Positive comments are welcome at briarwriter@gmail.com

-----------------------------

Gary's Problem
Chapter 2

   As I entered the room, I looked up the remnant of my beautiful
friend. He was sobbing.
   "Come here and hug me, dude. I've missed you." he said.

   "Me, too, Gary, me, too." I said as I held him close once again.

   "Just hold me, please," he said.

   "We'll see you boys later," his Mom called up as they went out the door.

   "Bye," I said. "We'll be fine," I said as I kissed his temple. When I
did that, he turned his head and looked deeply into my eyes, seemingly
searching for something, and smiled.

   "Gawd, it's good to see you," he said.

   "Me, too, bud, though I have to say, you look better than the last time
I saw you."

   "I must have been a mess," he said, frowning.

   "Actually, you were naked. Your uniform and shit must have saved you
before being blown off, `cause your body was in good shape after the
blast. Your legs and arms, though..."

   "You saw them?" he asked.

   "Yea, the medics had them on the stretcher with you, but they were
shredded."

   "Hmm, I wondered what happened to them," he said. "They must have been
beyond saving."

   "Probably," I agreed.

   "So how'd you wind up stateside so soon?" he asked.

   I told him my tale of woe. "Not as severe as your loss, but it got me
here with you."

  "Yes it did," he said as he started sobbing again.

   I pulled his torso to me again. "Don't cry, Gary, please. You got dealt
a hell of a hand, but you're still you, just a little less of you, is all."

   "Ben, could I ask a favor of you?" he asked. Here it comes, I smiled.

"Sure, bud, anything."

   "Would you kiss me?" he asked.

   "K-Kiss...you?" I asked, processing the request.

   "Yea," he said, "you know, lips together and all," making light of
it. "If you can't, I'll understand," he added.

   "You really want to kiss me?" I asked.

   "I do," he replied. "who else am I going ask?"

   "OK," I said, and without thinking further, planted my lips to his. His
tongue forced my lips apart, and before I knew it, I was kissing him with
wild abandon, and plumping up, downstairs.

   We kissed for quite a while. "Wow!" I said when we came up for
air. "You're an awesome kisser, dude."

"You're awesome yourself, Ben. That was perfect. Thank you."

   "My pleasure," I replied, and I meant it. "My dick even noticed."

   "Really? Can I see it?" he asked.

   This is getting weird, I thought, but decided to give my friend whatever
he needed, and opened my fly, and dropping my jeans down, mid thigh. I was
now, officially, rock hard. Though he was propped up, he studied my crotch,
mesmerized, it seemed.

   "Lower my bed with that thing there, please, and bring that closer," he
nodded, indicating my dick.

   "Is there something I need to know?" I asked, putting 2 and 2 together,
as it were.

   When we were in position, he said, "yes, please, I want you to put your
dick in my mouth," he said.

  "Gary?" I asked as I brought it closer.

   "I've wanted to do this for a very long time, Ben." He took me in his
mouth and I let as much enter him as he seemed to want.

   "Let me know if it's too much dude," I said, suddenly noticing the tent
in his nightshirt. I reached under and found an extremely large version of
the dick that was in my friend's talented throat. I lifted his nightshirt
and grabbed hold of the beast, and started masturbating him.

  I probably would have reached down to see how that would fit on my
tongue, but, so that he could do his thing, I had to be positioned just
right, and couldn't reach him.

   He was doing a wonderful thing to my dick, too, something no girl had
ever managed. I'm not that big, maybe 6 ½ inches, but adequate for most
needs.

Anyway, Gary's mouth was feeling really good, and I reached climax just
after I announced that I was about to cum. He didn't move, but took it
all. I pulled out of him and reached over and kissed him. He passed some of
my own cum to my mouth, which made me smile. I'd tasted my own cum long
ago, and I was about to taste Gary's, too.

   When we separated from the kiss, I immediately moved down to the bottom
edge if his torso, and slipped Gary's monster dick in my mouth. It was
strange...the stubs of his legs were maybe 8-10 inches down from his
scrotum. I took hold of his sizable balls and rolled them in my hand. He
was moaning like a banshee as I took most of his dick into my
mouth. Considering I'd never done a dick before, I thought I was probably
doing a fairly descent job...blowjob, that is.

   Just before he came, his balls drew up close to his body, and his dick
got a little harder. It actually felt pretty good, being able to bring my
friend to climax like this. He came, in torrents, much more that I could
ever swallow, but I did swallow some, and saved some for a kiss, too. He
was a moaning fool while he climaxed, but I know he needed it. When he fell
from my mouth, I looked at this log I'd just had down my throat, and
wondered what it would feel like in my ass. I've heard that being fucked
feels really good, especially with a big one. I filed that away for another
time, perhaps.

   "That was fucking awesome!" Gary was in heaven. I came up and kissed
him, passing some of his jizz back to him. He smiled when he sensed it and
took it all in.

   "I've done several firsts here today," I noted.

   "You've done really good firsts, too!" he said. "Thank you, my friend."

   "I'd do anything to make you feel better, Gary," I said as I started
sobbing.

   "Don't cry, Benjamin," he said. "Believe me, I've cried enough for both
of us. What you've done for me, today, is more than I could have hoped. I'd
wanted to tell you how much I love you even before all this happened."

   "Oh Gary," I said as I stroked his hair. "I want to love you back, but I
don't know how."

   He smiled. "I know how, I just can't do anything about it anymore." he
started tearing up again.

   "But I can." I said.

   "Are you sure you'll let yourself?" he asked.

   "Gary, I've always considered myself as straight as an arrow, but I just
discovered there's another side to me, too. I think I've probably loved
you, too, since the day we first became buds. We just proved that all is
not lost for us. We can share a life together, even with this. I don't know
how yet, but we're going to do it."

  Gary was crying again. "I do love you, Ben. I wanted to give you my body,
and now, that's all you get, is my body."

  "Hey, you've got a mind too, dude, a pretty smart one, as I recall. We'll
get you back on track again. Just be patient."
   "Thanks, my friend."

   Gary was near the point of dozing off when his parents returned home. I
kissed his forehead as I left his room.

  I walked down stairs, just as they were returning from wherever.

   "Is he asleep?" His Dad asked.

   "He was dozing off as I left the room. We talked a lot and cried, too,"
I said.
   "Well, we appreciate you helping us out," his mother said.

   I sat them down and asked questions, explaining that I'd like to find a
way to have Gary live with me.

   "How could you take care of him?" his Dad asked.
   "That's what I have to research," I replied. "He's going to need
equipment for moving himself around, wherever he is, and equipment to help
him read, and learn. I'll contact the Marines and VA and ask around."

   "But why do you want to do all this? You have your own life." his Mom
said.

   "Your son and I have known each other a long time, maam. We experienced
that bomb together, and I feel a need to help him live. It shouldn't all be
on you two. I love your son, maam, god help me, I do. I need to be there
for him. I will need help, but I've got an idea on that, even. I don't know
how we're going to do this, but it will happen. You need your lives back,
and I need Gary...and I think he needs me."

------------------

There's more to come guys. Glad everyone is enjoying though. Thanks for
reading and thanks for all your kind messages. briarwriter@gmail.com