Date: Sat, 03 Nov 2012 22:25:27 -0500
From: Steve Snow <snow.steve22 (at) yahoo (dot) com>
Subject: I Wish You Love - Part 7

After seeing Grant off I sneak back into the house unobserved and proceed
to look around for Phil.  He is lounging around the main room and
people-watching like mad.  I join him and compare notes, careful to conceal
where the information might have come from.  I've said "heard through the
grapevine" or "...rumor mill" or "...watercooler" a hundred times while we
talk.  Later we sit down to dinner and toward the end of the meal somebody
has arranged for a special cake to be brought in and asks me to come up as
the guest of honor for my service to the victims.  I insist on introducing
Phil to the victims and their extended "families" and ask if they wouldn't
mind meeting together the next day so that he can tell them his story.
They agree and we pick a time.  Later I hear that David has been made aware
of the plan and offers the use of the private dining room to meet.  I am
psyched!  Later Phil and I go to bed and I am floating on a cloud hoping I
can help bring some closure to the victims and possibly help ease their
pain.

The next morning I go to the 'closet' as usual but note that there are
fewer housemates there to speak on camera.  I don't waste any thought on it
and I don't mind so much because it is easier for me to do what I have to.
I go in after two other housemates have "confessed" and I start the same
routine as usual.  I am met on the headphone by Grant but he tells me that
David is in a meeting.  He confides that David blames himself partially for
what happened with Ted.  David is in a conference with the producers (which
is more like an ultimatum.)  He has decided to move into Ted's room.  This
rocks my world.  Grant also tells me that as a consequence, David has
insisted they scrap plans for any 'elimination rounds'.  He says he can't
face the prospect of sending any of the 'beaus' home until he has made up
his mind.  I sign off with Grant (who's a little on edge, it seems.)  I
leave the 'closet' reeling and soon I can hear the Teamsters transferring
David's stuff into Ted's old room.  Sitting around the main room and
thinking about it, I can see the whole dynamic is about to change.  David
is getting down off the pedestal.  Soon we will see he's having breakfast
and lunch with the 'beaus' every day and the occasional dinner when he
doesn't have other dinner plans.  Soon laughter will reign.  He keeps an
open door and encourages the housemates to visit him and talk. He takes a
special interest in the victims and attends Phil's meeting with them.
While there David makes special note of Kenny and later invites him to a
private dinner.  David observes that Phil is a keeper and I tell him "I'm
way ahead of you..."  I think that all these changes leave me at loose ends
and I tell David so.  David tells me he will still be leaning on me.  He
still has his nine-to-five job observing from the production center and
planning upcoming activities.  The house is finally coming around and
functioning more normally.  No more long faces.  Even the victims are
starting to enjoy the experience again.

Time passes quicker now.  Finally, the long-awaited day has come: David
chooses Kenny with Tommy a very close second.  Afterward, while I'm
congratulating the happy couple, David whispers to me: "It's too bad I
missed the opportunity to make love to you..."  I'm so happy then, I'm
ready to cry.  The wrap party is a real blast and, as predicted, Grant is
mobbed.  He gets quite a few kisses and hugs and more than a couple of
propositions.  He also has the chance to spend some private time with the
victims.  We are finally released from the house.

I move in with Phil since it was an easy choice... he's closer to my work
and he's more attached to his than I am to my apartment.  I never
considered living separately and never even returned to my apartment except
to pick up my things.  I'm glad to see it go...  Too many lonely
memories...

Grant makes good on his promise and invites me and Phil over for dinner and
dancing.  Morris is really getting to know Phil and dancing with him a lot.
Grant is the 'designated driver'.  The rest of us get a good buzz on.  We
have a great time and when we return, Grant's significant glance over to
Morris is returned with a smile.  Morris puts a big bear hug on Phil and
then picks him up and takes him off to the bedroom.  Phil looks to me
bewildered and I smile at him to show it's OK.

Once those two were out of earshot, I say to Grant: "Round up the
wagons... It's an ambush!"

Grant laughs and says "Yes, I guess that's how it seems.  Morris and I
discussed the possibility of a foursome when we first invited you to
dinner.  I told Morris that he could make the final decision and give me a
high sign when he had decided.  I could see he was really getting into Phil
on the dance floor and I am sure you know how he feels about you.  I
figured it was going to happen but I was only sure when Morris showed me
that shit-eating grin of his.  Then I knew.  I hope you aren't upset by the
surprise?"

"God, no!  I just didn't dare think it would be possible.  You and Morris
must have a pretty open relationship."

"To tell you the truth, it hasn't ever come up.  I sometimes wondered if he
would ever want some outside influence but he never brought it up."

"Won't you be jealous?  Won't he?"

"I don't think so.  I think our love is like bedrock.  Anything else is for
fun and we still end up as one in the end."

"Don't think I'm not impressed.  I hope I can be as clear-minded as you
are."

"You'll do just fine.  I see the bond between you two."

"Well, as long as they have left us alone, let's go over to the couch and
get comfortable..."

Soon, Grant and I are getting into some serious canoodling and it's
starting to get hot and heavy when we notice some strange sounds coming
from the bedroom.  It's a kind of guttural sound punctuated by brief
shouts.  Our curiosity gets the best of us and we have to go see what is
going on.  We stand by the bedroom doorway and are surprised to find that
Morris is on his back and Phil is sitting above him and is getting
seriously fucked.  Phil is doing most of the work bouncing up-and-down on
Morris' flagpole and it is Morris that is almost growling and occasionally
shouting out when Phil comes to the top of his stroke.  Don't get me wrong,
Morris is giving as good as he is getting, thrusting up into Phil
forcefully.  I am glad Phil has his back to the door because I am sure if
he could see us, he would become self-conscious.  Morris, on the other
hand, seems only semi-conscious and I am thinking just then that he isn't
seeing much of anything in his condition.  In a surprise to me, I start
getting misty and soon tears start to run down my cheeks.  Grant sees this
and leads me back to the living room.  He sits down with me on the couch
and kisses away my tears.

When I have recovered, Grant says: "That was some scene, wasn't it?"

"That's a picture that will be in my mind for a long time..."

"I was a little surprised by your reaction."

"Well, Phil and I were in the same situation just a couple of days ago (but
not in that position... I'll have to file that away for future
reference...)  Anyway, I knew in my heart that Phil was ready to get fucked
since we had been going forward with his 'exercises' which mostly involved
my tongue."

"Yes, I noticed."

"Well, I was pleased to be there for Phil and I knew he was ready and
finally he asked me to fuck him and it went particularly well.  But it
never struck me until I saw him with Morris just now how complete his
recovery was.  I'm so lucky to have Phil in my life and I'm so happy to see
the way he's bounced back."

"I can see how much you two are in love.  I'm so glad for you."

"Just one observation: I was struck just now by looking at Morris... He's
virtually hairless and that's not how I imagined him.  Yes, I've been
imagining your boyfriend naked, but before you get upset you should know
that it was before I knew he was your lover; back when he first showed up
to play my orderly, I was quite taken with him then... he overwhelmed me."

"Yep, me too... and to answer your question, Morris has received good genes
from both his parents.  His father is a Native American and his mother is a
stunning blonde-haired anglo.  They make quite the pair.  I guess that's
where he gets the hairless body from but his size came as a revelation to
them as much as anybody.  I guess it was God's little surprise birthday
present to all of us.  When I first made love to Morris, I was as
dumbfounded as you just were.  I must tell you, I really got into it and
although you may have not noticed it, he does have a faint blonde down on
his pubes that is just the best.  I recommend it highly.  I'm thinking of
getting some electro to remove some of my hair since I was never really
enthusiastic about it.  I have always been attracted to the swimmer's
bodies and I never expected to find it with Morris.  It was one of the
things that made me fall in love with him even on that first date."

"Grant, I have to tell you, I love you just the way you are and I suspect
Morris does too.  This is so you."  I start running my fingers over his
chest and trying to show him it is a pleasure to touch him in that way.

He says: "I just had a thought.  I think you and Phil should come down with
us to Flagstaff and meet Morris' parents.  They are a real hoot and I think
you'd love some time to get to know them."

"That is brilliant.  If I didn't have a hardon now, I would have gotten one
thinking about the four of us on a road-trip.  That would be outstanding.
I'll need to do some planning with vacation time for Phil and me but I'm
really looking forward to it.  I love the southwest anyway.  You know that
I'm an east Texas boy and so it's part of my nature.  But now, I have
something I need to do and I'll need your help."

"What's that?"

"I have a debt to pay off and it's time for us to get naked."

Grant and I open up the couch into a daybed and finally get down to it.  I
am going to redeem Grant's raincheck with interest.  I start to give him
that blowjob but Grant decides "What's good for the goose..." and silently
changes position so that we can have a sixty-nine.  I'm not objecting in
the slightest.  We are getting into it thoroughly when I feel hands on my
ass.  I don't take much notice but keep up the rhythm.  I just hope that
Grant isn't getting bored.  It doesn't seem like that because he is
thrusting with every move I make.  Then I feel the sensation and know what
is up.  I feel those familiar butterfly kisses on my back and know Phil has
joined us.  I touch him with my free hand briefly and get back to business.
I redouble my efforts and am also aware that Grant has become more
passionate working on my cock.  We climb up the stairway to paradise and
climax nearly together.  Grant rewards me with a sweet prize and I return
the favor.  We lay motionless for minutes and just revel in the afterglow.
I know that Phil is near and when I finally surface, I smile at him.  Grant
also starts to stir and finds Phil's hand.

Phil says: "When you've recovered, Morris sent me to fetch you.  He
practically threw me out of the bedroom and told me I had worn him out.  I
didn't think he looked too worn down."  Grant laughs and throws his arms
around Phil's neck and hugs him.  Phil is still naked as he was in the
bedroom and I am pleased that he has gotten so comfortable with our new
friends.  I get up, kiss Grant, ruffle Phil's hair and go in to see Morris
in the bedroom.  I remember thinking: "I don't think we'll need to go home
tonight."

I walk into the bedroom and say Hi to Morris.  He says "So what did you two
do?"

"We had a sixty-nine."

"Ahhh the humble blowjob, the old standby.  I could worship at that shrine
all day, every day.  I think I could even give a blowjob in my sleep.  In
fact, I may have.  Of course, I wouldn't know about that; you'd have to ask
Grant."  That got me giggling.

Then I say: "When you're first going to do it with someone you've never
been with, I say it's polite to give a blow job.  It's the gift everybody
wants, returns are no problem and one size fits almost everyone."

"Tell me about it."  We both have a good chuckle at that.  Morris is wiped
out by Phil's boundless energy and begs off from anything ambitious.  While
I'm showing Morris my love for him quietly, kissing him, stroking him and
touching him in whatever way pleases me (and finding out where he is
ticklish...) we get to talking about the things I never knew.  Morris met
Grant while he was working as an orderly at the local hospital and taking
night courses.  Grant had come in for a minor surgical procedure (a penile
Frenectomy) and Morris had been assigned to prep him for surgery and look
after him afterwards.  Things progressed as they often do.  It turns out
Morris is now a Licensed Practical Nurse in real life and the orderly's
uniform is Morris' own.  (What other one would fit him?)

Morris relates that he and David had forged a closer working relationship.
Morris had been having private meetings with David catching him up on what
Ted had been doing and the progress he had been making.  David came to
regard Morris as so much more than just a bodyguard and actor.  Recently he
was expressing to Morris his frustration that he hadn't been able to
prevent Ted's victimization of the housemates.  He was saying "If only I
hadn't been distracted from it; If only I had been paying closer
attention...  It's so frustrating being separated from the 'beaus' by the
technology.  I can spy on them but I can't relate to them.  I really need
to get closer to them and the way they live."

"Well, why don't you?"

"I can't do that - the producers wouldn't hear of it..."

"You just need to get in there and tell them it's what you want and when
they hear your passion, they will realize that it's for the good of the
show.  Don't let them stand in your way.  Stand up for your passion."

"You really think so?"

"Do this... you will regret it if you don't."

"I already regret all the time wasted and all the pain...  I need to do
this!"

So, Morris was largely responsible for David's move into the
house... That's interesting, but it was what I could expect from him.

Morris has also been spending more time with Ted on-call and was
instrumental in helping him cope.  First, though, Morris asks that I not
share what he is going to tell me with Grant.  I understand.

Morris discusses Ted's most recent breakthrough: "Ted was agitated and
humping the air in his sleep.  I could see what the problem was but I was
caught between a rock and a hard place. You know, when I was younger I
became intimately aware of the phenomenon of 'blue balls' and it is a real
issue.  For the average guy, when it occurs, you just jerk off and problem
solved for now.  But in this case, Ted couldn't help himself that way.  He
was getting medication to help in his therapy and one of the unfortunate
side effects was 'vivid dreams' and another side effect was that he was
really out of it at night.  Well, just my luck, Ted is having vivid sex
dreams!  I could see that for Ted to get any refreshing sleep, he would
need to get off.  Now this puts me in an ethical dilemma since I can't just
reach down and jerk him off.  Aside from the yecch factor, I need to follow
standards for my profession and that is just not within the guidelines.
So, I need to find a creative way to walk the thin line between what is
good for my patient and what is ethical.  I hit upon a solution: I can give
Ted a hand massage... If his hand happens to be just over his swollen
penis, then so much the better.  Ted is in agony with this and thrashing
around a bit but his hands are limp at his sides.  I take his hand and
place it where it will do the most good.  I grip his hand with mine and
start to massage the hand pushing and squeezing the hand to form the shape
and provide some motion for the usual action.  This seems to be working OK,
so I continue.  It goes well for some time but as his hand grows more
tired, I notice he is splaying his fingers out more and more and my fingers
are naturally dropping down between them.  This isn't good... I might as
well be doing it myself.  The only thing between me and Ted now is his silk
pajama bottoms.  I rationalize that at least I'm not touching it directly
and at least Ted's hand is in there somewhere.  I keep up supplying the
motion and soon I am rewarded.  Ted has been able to get off and now he
sleeps much better.  Ted will sleep soundly through the end of my shift.
I'm scheduled to come back the next night for the same duty.  So, when I do
arrive for my shift, I figure the same routine as before will work if it is
needed.  Only thing is I have this irrational impulse to pull on a vinyl
glove before I start my shift.  I think to myself, 'what a crazy idea.  You
don't need that; it will just get in the way.'  Soon, Ted does get agitated
again in the same manner as before and I figure 'Same old, same old...'  I
go about my duty to my patient and start to give him one more hand massage.
Why not?  You did it before, you should be able to do it again.  And,
remember, Ted gets a lot out of his hand massage, after all.  He shows his
appreciation so clearly...  Well, I'm a little bored now and this is
routine so I let my attention drift off while keeping up the pressure and
the motion as needed to achieve the desired result.  Well, this time is not
the same in one important respect.  The person on the shift before me who
prepared Ted for bed didn't do as good a job of tying off the drawstring on
Ted's silk pajamas.  I'm distracted and I haven't noticed that the pajamas
have slipped down while I've been massaging his hand and soon 'Boom - There
it is.'  I finally start paying attention and see immediately that Ted's
nearly naked and his dick is there live and in person!  I don't have the
fiction that I never touched him directly to rely on any more and it soon
becomes important that I keep my fingers up away from contact with it.  In
the meantime, my mind is in yecch overload!  As much as I've been able to
help Ted with his problems and see him improve day-by-day and I know in my
heart that he is human but flawed, I am also intensely aware that he has
done some foul things to people that I really like.  I have been able to
divorce the Florence Nightingale instinct in me from the revulsion I have
for what Ted has done.  However, now I'm faced with Ted's weapon of choice
and it's getting a little too hard to separate the different feelings.
Also, now I'm beating myself up over my earlier decision about the
glove... 'Oh why were you such a weenie.  I could really use that glove
right now...'  Well, this is the time Ted chooses to get a tired hand and
starts to spread his fingers out.  Now, alarm bells are going off in my
brain and I'm rapidly approaching a landing.  Soon it will be full-contact
massage and I really don't look forward to that.  I can feel the heat
radiating from Ted's dick and ordinarily it would be comforting but now
it's just not.  I try to speed things up a bit to hasten Ted's progress.  I
hear in my head: 'It's a race to the finish and Seabiscuit is in the
lead...'  With just a silly millimeter left between me and damnation, Ted
starts to cum.  And now I have another problem: I don't really want to
watch this...  But I am watching this and I can't turn away.  It's like
watching the proverbial car accident; you can't take your eyes off it.
Well, I would say that I got to know Ted better than I figured I would in
that following fifteen or twenty seconds.  I thought it would never end.
But, like everything, it finally did.  I pulled up Ted's fallen pajamas and
made sure to tie off the drawstring carefully.  Ted was now back into the
restful sleep I had hoped for, but at what cost?

The rest of that shift was uneventful and I went home in the morning and
fell into bed exhausted and a little appalled with myself.  Later, I woke
up to the sound of the phone ringing in my ear.  I really don't want to get
up and answer it but duty calls and I do anyway:

"Hello?"

"Hi, Morris... this is Doctor Parsons... how have things been going with
Ted the last couple of nights?"

What's this; does he know something?

"It's been pretty routine; nothing out-of-the-ordinary to report."  Yeah,
right...

"I just noticed that Ted has been more rested and I wonder if anything has
changed?"

"I can't say what may have changed."  I REALLY can't say...

"Ted has started showing more progress and is paying more attention.  I
think I can adjust his dosage down now and he won't be so troubled with the
side-effects."

"That's a great outcome, doctor.  May I make a suggestion?"

"Sure.  You see him a lot more than I do, Morris, so sure..." Yeah, and I
see a lot more of him, too.

"For the sake of Ted's progress, I think you need to enroll Ted with a
surrogate."

"Well, I was planning that eventually but I think I can move Ted's schedule
up a bit."

"Besides the clinical good it would do him, I think he's needing the
release it could provide.  I think he would sleep more soundly."

"That would be welcome.  I'll try to schedule it right away.  He's probably
ready for it by now."

"Thank you, doctor."

"You know, Morris, I have made a bit of a hobby of studying the
interactions I have with my patient advocates and service workers.  I've
observed that sometimes a report from another medical professional is more
about what they don't say..."

"So I hear."

"I appreciate all you folks do every day.  Keep up the good work!  Get back
to bed."

"Thanks, doctor."

Morris continued to tell me the backstory that David related to him from
the reports: Ted was raped himself when he was 15 by a younger, smaller
nerd who used trickery to tie Ted up.  He could never forget it and never
forgave Beaver for being raped.  Ted figured it was Beaver's open and
accepting personality that caused the misplaced trust.  It was also his
main motivation for starting at the gym.

Morris also had some more face time with Beaver: "I need your help with
your brother Ted.  He needs to learn how to have fun again.  Can you show
him how to have fun?"

"Ted's no fun any more."

"Please try to make Ted smile at least once a day."

"Maybe I could do that." and Morris has seen the two begin to reintegrate
as he has seen Beaver slowly disappear separately but reappear in Ted's
personality.

Morris also relates the Private Investigator's report on Ted's gym history:
The clerk reported there had been a rash of 'unspecified ass-troubles' a
few years ago among members who dropped out. The clerk was suspicious they
were only excuses but they doubled and then tripled the disinfections being
done between uses on the equipment and the facilities.  Couldn't figure out
why it didn't help.  Pressure was on from the board to turn it over to the
public health people but they decided to do a complete refurbishment
instead in a desperate attempt to solve the problem.  One added
improvement: individual showers with 'modesty curtains'.  Problems stopped
immediately and Ted quit the gym!

Funny how two lovers can have different takes on the same subject.  Grant
was Ted's chief accuser and Morris is now his closest ally.  Grant is even
slowly turning around his opinions about Ted but remains skeptical.

I think: "We'll be spending this type of quality time with our friends more
often" just before I fall asleep in the arms of my strong, sweet, giant
Morris.

"Oh, one thing: I forgot to introduce myself back so long ago.  I'm Tyrus
"Tyke" Samuels and this is my story."

"Oh, one more thing.  I found the love of my life... Now go out there and
find yours!  Hey, listen... I wish you love too, friend!"

Author's notes:

This story is dedicated to the memory of the LGBT women and men who died as
a result of the attacks of 9/11/2001.  You are so missed by those who knew
you and by those you never knew.  Rest in peace and know you were loved.

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