Date: Tue, 5 Oct 2010 21:57:28 -0500
From: Justin Melikes <justinmelikes@gmail.com>
Subject: Forbidden Love - Chapter 2

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Forbidden Love - Chapter 2

He looked into my eyes. "Do you still have doubts?"

"No, none at all."

He held me tighter and whispered "I love you." Into my ear.

"I love you more." Was my response, what more could I say?

Each and every doubt that I had been harboring had been crushed,
leaving only love and gratitude in it's place. As I lay on top of him,
panting, light headed, trying to put my world back in order, I could
actually feel the love from him. With his arms around me, and his legs
still around my butt like a vise, not willing to let me pull out of
him, he gently lifted his head and whispered "I love you David Michael
Avery, and I will repeat that with the very last breath I ever take.
You have no idea how many times I've said those words before I went to
sleep at night, how many nights I cried myself to sleep because I
couldn't say them to you." He softly touched his lips to mine,
instinctively I parted my lips to allow his tongue the access he was
asking for, it was a kiss of passion, of love, but missing the urgency
of earlier.
Breaking the kiss I looked into his eyes, it was amazing, he was
amazing, this beautiful boy did love me, there was no denying it at
this point, and there would be no turning back from this, I was in too
far to even consider turning back. "I love you Brandon Zackary Jones,
more than you know." I was rewarded with that award winning smile.
Slowly he released his vise grip on my ass and allowed me to start to
pull out of him, but he slammed me right back into him again, he was
not done, he wanted more. I could feel the muscles of his love hole
working my cock, trying to get it hard again, it worked, immediately I
was hard again, he lifted his head slightly and started to nibble on
the nipple that was almost in his mouth already, that was all it took.
I started to slowly fuck him once again, driving my cock deep with
every thrust, his eyes were glazed over, head tossed back, lost in the
pleasures that were running rampant through his body, I heard him moan
my name, felt his body tense and knew that my assault on his pleasure
nugget was working, he was showering his chest with that sweet boy
cream. "Fuck me harder daddy! Please! Harder!!" Once again the idea of
being called daddy by the guy I was fucking was a bit disconcerting; I
would have to deal with that later. As perverse as it might seem,
there was a part of me that was very turned on by it, that fact also
took me by surprise.  He kept working that glorious ass of his,
milking me with every thrust, I could feel that familiar tingling in
my balls, spreading through my stomach, and working its way to my
head,  that feeling that we all learn to recognize when the wonderful
world of masturbation is discovered. My orgasm was rapidly
approaching, as I looked down I was stunned to see his cock was still
hard, and pulsing as my own cock assaulted his love nugget.
"AHHHHH give it to me daddy, make me cum! Harder! OH GOD!!" The grip
around my ass tightened, his fingers were digging furrows in my back,
and once again I felt him shudder and tense. Oh to be 16 again!
This proved too much for me and I delivered my second load in fifteen
minutes deep into his bowels.  "IM CUMMING!!!" I moaned into his ear.
"YES!!" was his only response.
Once again spent, ravaged, I lay there trying to catch my breath. I
occurred to me that I might not be able to keep up with this little
beauty. There had only been one guy in my life that I couldn't keep up
with, but that's another story for another time. Slowly I lifted
myself off of him, I'm sure he needed the space to breath, just as I
did.  Somewhere in the recesses of my mind I registered the sound of
footsteps coming down the stairs, but I was unable to respond before
it was too late.
"Well, looks like the two of you got things sorted out." Mike had
walked in, on his way to the kitchen. "Don't stop on my account." He
was giggling as he made his way to the fridge.
I was a bit embarrassed by having been caught in the act by my son,
however, at the same time it felt like the most natural thing in the
world to be doing, and the perfect person to be doing it with. I held
no delusions that my son was the angel he wanted us all to think he
was, I had no confirmation, damming evidence, or irrefutable proof
that he was sexually active, but as a father you just know these
things. There's a change in the stride, a bounce to the step, an ever
so slight change in attitude, and when all the small things are added
up they equal the fact that your baby boy has taken his first steps
into manhood.
I got up, took Brandon's hand to help him up from the sofa, both
grabbed our undies and slipped them on and joined Mike in the kitchen,
I grabbed a soda from the fridge and sat down. "I guess it would be a
good idea to set some boundaries." Taking a sip of my soda I looked up
at Mike to gage his reaction, he was smiling at Brandon; I felt as if
I had once again been left out of a conversation, concerning me no
doubt, that I maybe should have been a part of.  "Ok, which one of you
is going to tell me what this smiling is about?"
"Dad look, it's no big deal, really. I don't want you two to be
restricted in the least, you have the right to, um, express your
love." He giggled and I smiled at his obvious attempt to be tactful.
"So if that means I walk in on ya'll once in a while then so be it,
besides, it's kinda hot actually." I could feel the heat rising in my
face, I was sure my face and ears were bright red.
Brandon was blushing as well, but once again I got the distinct
impression that there was something not being said here. "Be that as
it may, I think it best if we try to restrict our...expressions...to the
bedroom, unless you are not home, then it's all fair game!"  We were
all three in gales of laughter at that one.
It occurred to me that Mike might take this as a sign that it's ok to
bring girls home to have sex with them. This put me in a rather
curious predicament, how do I, as his father, tell him that he can't
do what I, myself, and his best friend, the same age as him, are
doing? Would that make me a hypocrite? How do I, as a father, condone
him having sex with as many girls as he wants at his age? The idea of
that violated my moral codes, but at the same time, I knew he was
having sex, would it be best to let him do it here? Where at least I
know he's safe?
I guess they could see I was deep in thought, I have been told by more
than one person that I think too much, I tend to over analyze things.
"Dad!" I finally heard Mike from some place far away, but it was
enough to bring me back to the present. "Ok, where did you go?" both
boys had a look on concern on their faces.
"Sorry guys, was just thinking. There are so many things to work out,
so many obstacles we need to be ready for." I became aware that
Brandon was holding my hand, I looked down and saw his hand, I could
feel the tears coming but I was powerless to stop them. Suddenly I had
both boys in my lap, hugging me, telling me that everything would be
ok, that we would all find a way to make things work. I was
overwhelmed with the love they were showing me, it only made the
emotional battle I was fighting that much harder.
There was more going on than just the concerns of Mike's sexual
exploits. I was suddenly very much aware that the last time I felt
this kind of love for anyone it was for James, that was many years
before, it now seemed like a lifetime ago, another life, another
place. But there was no doubt that I had fallen in love with this
angel of a boy that was now hugging me so tightly I couldn't breathe.
When I finally got a handle on my emotions we were all three in tears.
"I didn't mean to upset you." The look of fear on Brandon's face was
enough to almost bring the tears back, but I had learned through those
dark days after James death, to control my emotions with an iron fist.
"Tell me what to do! Tell me what we did? Please?"
I pushed them back, then took my angels face into my hand, pulled him
closer, and gave him a kiss that took his breath away. "You didn't do
anything, anything except love me." I told him as I broke the kiss.
"And you." I said looking into Mike's eyes. "Have never done anything
but make me the proudest father on the planet." I pushed them towards
their own chairs, for those of you who have not had two healthy 16
year olds sitting in your lap.  Let me tell you, they get heavy!
Quickly!
"I know you two never knew James, but you've both heard me talk about
him, you've heard grandma and grandpa talk about him. Oh god, he would
be so proud of both of you! What you have to understand is this, he
was the love of my life, I thought I would never find anyone else that
I could, or would truly love." I took Brandon's hand. "Now you've come
along and turned my life upside down. I realized that I have found it
again! It's you! I have found that love that I thought I never again
find, I have found that love in you!"
Both boys were bawling, they had both heard so many stories about
James, from so many people; he was so beloved by all that knew him.
They both understood the gravity of what I had just professed to them.
Brandon was once again in my lap, before I could even react he was
kissing me, this was no ordinary kiss, it was the urgent kiss of a
lover that not only wanted his lover, but needed him.
"Hey, ya'll can do that later!" Mike tried to make his voice sound
irritated, but he we both knew he was not upset, but he was right,
this was not the time or the place for such things. I broke the kiss
and gently pushed him back toward his own chair. "Dad, I don't have
the words to tell you have happy I am that you are so happy. When
Brandon first told me about his thing for you, I'll admit I was a bit
freaked out about it. But the more the more he talked I started to
realize that it was much more than just a silly crush, this might
sound weird, but it's like I could actually feel his love for you,
then I was one hundred percent behind it." He was smiling, it felt
good to have my sons total and absolute approval.
"Thank you son." Was all I could get out of my mouth before my phone
started ringing, I knew by the ring tone it was my answering service,
so I reached for my phone. "Sorry guys, it's the service, I have to
take this."
"Dr. Avery."
"I'm sorry to bother you Dr. Avery. The hospital E.R. called and
requested you call them right away, they have a 14 year old male in
the trauma center, victim of a nasty accident involving a jet ski and
a log." She stopped with that, but already my mind was racing with the
possible injuries, and if I were being called in they were sure to be
bone/joint injuries involved.
"Thank you, I'll call them right now." I hung up the phone and headed
for the stairs, both boys knew the drill, a call from the service, me
returning the call while headed toward my bedroom to get dressed could
only mean I was about to head out for an emergency.  I pulled up the
hospitals number and pressed send on my cell.
"Memorial E.R. this is Anne, how may I direct your call?" He knew Anne
very well, she had been a fixture in the E.R. for the past 40 years,
she was well past the age when most people would retire and just enjoy
life, but she always said the E.R. is her life, so no need to retire,
just keep getting paid to enjoy her life, I smiled.
"Anne, it's David, my service said I should call right away." I said
as I opened the door to my closet, time to pick out something to wear.
"Hey Dave, yeah, Dr. Norworthy asked that you be called, we have a
very unfortunate 14 year old boy in here that didn't realize his jet
ski wouldn't fare well in a head on with a log at 50 miles per hour.
Let me connect you with him, he just walked into the station." I heard
the soft sounds of classical music as I waited for him to pick up.
"David, look, here's the bullet. 14 year  old male, MVA, jet ski
versus log approximate speed is 50 MPH. He is stable, but has no
feeling in either leg. CAT scan confirms two shattered vertebrae, one
at L2-L3 and the other at L5-S1. Motor function to the upper
extremities is intact, and no apparent head injury but we are
monitoring him for possible concussion." He stopped, giving me time to
make an assessment.
"Ron, how bad are the breaks? Is the cord involved?" This would tell
me how to proceed.
"The cord is intact, but it is swelling, I can't see any sign of cord
tear or cutting. How do you want to proceed?" He knew me well, he knew
I was all over this one.
"Get me a suit booked right now. Have Anne call my team, I want them
all there and ready for briefing in thirty minutes. Also, please have
all the films on the light board in the conference room when I arrive,
I would like to take a look at everything before the team and I meet.
Is the boy conscience? As in, is he in a lot of pain?"
"Anne is calling your team as we speak, Jake said he will be here in
10, he's just down the street. (Jake is my right hand man in the
operating theatre, and my team leader, anywhere I go, they go, I only
work with my own team.) Yes, the boy is awake, and yes he is in severe
pain."
"Ok, what does his labs look like?"
"He's clean, no drugs no alcohol." He knew where I was going with this.
"Good, give him 5mg morphine IV, that should make him more
comfortable, but not enough to interfere with the anesthesia. I'll be
there in 15 minutes." I hung up the phone, this was going to be a
nasty one, but these were the kinds of cases that made me decide to
become a surgeon, this was precisely the kind of case that I lived
for. The kind of case where I could actually make a difference in
someone's life, effect the outcome of this tragedy, help someone.
I was pulling my t-shirt on as I reached the bottom of the stairs,
both boys standing looking at me, knowing what was coming. "Sorry
guys, you are on your own for dinner. I'm thinking this will take a
while. I'll call or text you when I'm done." I kissed Mike on the
forehead, then gave Brandon a full on, tongue dueling, tonsil tickling
kiss, something to hold him over until I could get back home. I made
my way to my car, then to the hospital. Jake and I walked into the
conference room at the same moment.