Date: Tue, 11 Apr 2000 23:20:26 -0700
From: Michael <mriffon@telcomplus.net>
Subject: Greg 15

Greg Chapter 15 FINAL CHAPTER!
By Michael
mriffon@telcomplus.net

This story is a complete and utter work of fiction.  This story contains
graphic scenes of sex between men.  Moreover if this story is illegal where
you live stop here too. If you are not of legal age where you live, in the
words of BC_Dude, "I refuse to accept the responsibility for the lack of
adequate supervision provided by your parents, so be responsible on your
own."



Where to begin? So much has happened in my life and so many changes have
happened to me.  Thing are still confusing, but with the therapy,
consuiling, my AA meetings, and of course the help from my friends and
family I am healing and so are they.

Maybe I should explain a few things first. When Jeff begin to write the
events of the past few years of my life, I was apprehensive and thought it
would be a bad idea.  He told me maybe reading what I was like would help
me to get a better grip on how much more I have become. I reluctantly
agreed only after he promised me he would do it under a pin name.

I watched in amusement as he went everywhere getting information about me
from friends, family, and hell even enemies. He would spend countless hours
at night typing away at this computer.  Needless to say in some ways him
given me this much attention boosted my ego a lot.

I look back at myself and wonder how did I go from being so naive to so
emotionally void and hateful and now to the current state of me.  Honestly
I don't know yet.  I mean I can use excuses such as Frank, the drugs,
teenage stupidity, but none of them would truly justify it or what I did to
my family and myself. And to you my family, I am so deeply story. Each day
I wake up and that is one of the first thoughts on my mind; of how I let my
own fear and stupid pride hurt those that I love.

Sorry about my rambling, I tend to do that when I think about this story.
Like I said earlier Michael, ah I mean Jeff wrote most of the story, but I
asked for the final words to be left to me. I owe this to myself and I need
to bring some closure to that dark chapter in my life.

As you read earlier I did collapse after meeting with my sister Kim. At
that moment in time my emotions where so raw and worn; I felt betrayed by
everyone for allowing her to come there.  Yet know I look back on it and I
am thankful that they brought her to see me. That moment was one of the few
turning points that made me realize what I had done. I fell over with a
tremendous pain in my side, worse then anything I could imagine. I blacked
out; to this day all I remember from that point on and for the next
seventy-two hours is Jeff catching me before I hit the ground.

What happened was one of my two dying kidneys finally died.  I was rushed
to a hospital where it was removed; however, I was in a coma for the next
couple of days, sadly no one in my family nor Jeff where suitable donors
for me.  I was put on the National Waiting list for a compatible donor.
Jeff and I now keep two duffel bags in the car at all times and both wear
pagers.  If a donor is found we will get a pages immediately and are to
rush to the hospital as quickly as possible. But now I'm getting ahead of
myself aren't I.

Ironically after waken from the coma, I wished I were back in my coma! I
opened up my eyes to see my entire family standing there with Jeff! The
first thing that entered my mind was fear, but when my mom and dad both
hugged me crying and mumbling, "I'm sorry" I began to cry too. Funny I seem
to do that a lot now. One by one everyone came to hug me.  That is except
Jason, to this day even think of Jason and Marcus still breaks me down
inside. I feel so dirty inside when I think about them, to know that I
caused that to happen to them. Everyone says it isn't my fault, but that's
easy to say, to actually understand it and apply it is another story.

I set there and saw the blank experssion on Jason's face that day in the
hospital, and I think that was one of the final "kicks in my ass" that made
we realize that I had to change myself permanently. They next few weeks,
hell the next few months and most of the year where a blur and very
unnerving to me, I had the hard tasks of having to confront so many issues
in my life. I talked with my family a lot; I'm not sure who apologized more
them or me.

Jeff is looking over my shoulder right now. He just made a good point.

"You know Greg that was the third time anyone was able to break through
your walls and it took a whole family to do it.  I guess Frank and I must
be good to do it by ourselves?"

Sigh; see what I have to deal with on a daily basis? But you know he is
right. As much as I have negative feelings for Frank, he was one of the
first people to every break past my walls and find the Greg that I kept
from everyone. When he hurt me I vowed that I would never let anyone else
get that close. Yet, Jeff was more powerful than I could ever imagine.  He
did the one thing that no one ever has been able to do.  He loved me for
me, and I thank him each day for that. Matter of a fact I think I will go
thank him right now.  I have to leave this for a bit, too many memories at
once.

******* Oh last night! What a night. Jeff was so gentle with me. He held me
in his arms for a long time and just ran his warm hands over my cooler
body.  It's funny his body always seems to be some much warmer than mine;
so when he touches me it feels like being engulfed in warmth. I could feel
him just barely touching my cock as he made it repeatedly twitch. His warm
mouth on my nipples sent wave after wave of heavenly torture through my
body. I watched as he laid his head on my stomach and lazily stroked and
sucked my manhood. I knew he was doing this to slowly bring me to the edge,
but I was so lost in the bliss of him making love to me I didn't care. His
gentle loving was slow and study making sure that my sensitive head was
getting most of the attention.  Soon my legs where starting to tighten
while my back began to arch, he could sense my orgasm was close at hand and
began to suck with a feverous speed. On the last down stroke it happened.
My world seemed to stand still as the orgasm went through me like molten
lava.  I could feel my cock being sucked tighter by his wonderful mouth as
my seed escaped into him.

He finally pulled off and just rested his head on my stomach as I ran my
hands through his hair. As I rested this story started to creep back into
my head demanding that I put this in it. I reluctantly agreed, but only
after I returned the favor to my lover.

After catching my breath I moved Jeff onto his back and carefully made my
way down his chest given him butterfly kisses.

I slowly took his balls into my mouth making sure to avoid his cock and
licked them completely clean. I watched as his cock twitched angrily
demanding attention from me with its leaking cum.  I slowly obeyed it as I
ran my tongue up the underside cleaning off the pre-cum.  I then descended
his cock like a mad man. I sucked tighter and tighter giving as much
attention to his shaft as possible. Meanwhile, both of my hands where
fondling and stroking his lovely hairless balls that he shave for me
regularly.  They are like pure silk in my hands.  I could the double
stimulation was driving him mad with pleasure as moans escaped his lips.

I knew it wouldn't be much longer as his hips started to buck. I could hear
the start of his loud moans as he cock expanded. Without warning I with
drew quickly leaving him just hanging at the edge. I watched as he agonized
in state somewhere near pure pleasure.  As much as he curses me for doing
that I know he loves it when I get him closer and closer and just back off
a bit. I did this a few more times, but my own love for him blinded me on
the last attempt. I suddenly felt his cock expand beyond the normal limits
of my mouth and shoot his hot seed into my mouth.

				*********

Isn't love great, but then it's even better when you have friends to talk
about it with. Speaking of friends I should get back to Jason and Marcus. I
think this, more than anything else, is the hardest to write. I still have
nightmares about them two. I wake thinking that they will hate me for the
rest of my life and never speak to me again. Many of nights Jeff has held
me tightly and rocked me back to sleep.

I was quickly told of what happened to Jason and Marcus. I think my first
reaction was disbelief followed by the sudden wave of grief.  I think the
pain I felt in those moments out ways any pain that my body has ever felt
physically. Ironically as time progressed I became as much of an entracal
part of Jason's therapy as he of mine. Slowly, over time, bits and pieces
of Jason have surfaced. At the writing of this story he now is mentally
aware of his current age and that he is gay and that Marcus is his
lover. As for the time frame from my running away to my return it's still a
mental block to him.  He doesn't remember the fight he had with Marcus or
anything.

Ah, my dear friend Marcus. I wonder sometimes how he can go one. I believe
he to be the one out of all us that has suffered the most, yet he seems to
be the most mentally strong. His physical therapy has come a long way. He
now walks with a minor limp, and from what the doctors told him it will be
permenent. Sometimes I look at him and still break down in cry.

As for the rest of my family we go to therapy regularly. I have chosen to
not live with them, but instead stay with Jeff. Jeff made one of the
biggest sacrifices he could ever have made for me; he moved to east coast
so I could be with my family to heal.

				**********

I have read every one of the e-mails that was sent to hotmail.  Many of
them questioned about my drug addiction. My life no let me rephrase that;
my existence during that time was hell.  I don't even consider myself a
human during that point in time. I was a slave, a property and my master
was Heroin. As a result of my carelessness I became hooked on Heroin. It
consumed me and I would do anything for it; even if it meant given up my
soul, humanity, and most importantly the one thing I am fighting for now,
my life.

I generally do not like to dwell on that point in my life; it by far was
one of darkest points.  I still have a difficult time going into large
cities cause I see to many teens that remind me of myself at that point. It
is very difficult thing to understand if you have not gone through the
trials of living a street life.

I can only wish that more locations like the Ranch did exist. They have
helped so many young people in so many ways given them a second
chance. Which reminds me Jason (no not my brother the other one) e-mailed
today his e-mail was very touching and I talked with him on the phone after
reading it. Man do I miss him and Jacob and the rest of the gang.

"Hey Greg,

What's up bud? I haven't heard from you in a while.  Jacob is constantly me
asking my about how you are. Oh by the way he finally got the nerve to tell
his little friend the truth. So it is official he has boyfriend now. I'm
happy for him. Speaking of boyfriends how is your man holding up being
up-rooted from the west coast?

Now if we could only get me a man? Oh well, I kinda decided to just write
off love as a hopeless cause. If I find love GREAT, but I won't go actively
looking for it.  Justin tells me it's cause I'm to damn picky. Anyway Greg
we all miss you and look forward to seeing you soon.

Love always your best friend, Jason"

I really do hope love finds him. He deserves it; Jason has to be on of the
most caring and sweetest men that I now, next to Jeff of course. They way
he took Jacob under his wing and practically gave his life meaning is
spellbinding. Jason after a while told me one of the reasons why he has
been so apprehensive about love. He told me of his true love Kelly and what
happened the night they confessed their love to each other.  With Jason's
permission I wrote my first story about him and Kelly. I, like Jeff did
with this story, used a pen name (Lil_Boytoy). People still ask me why was
it called Halloween Story? Simple, for two reasons Kelly died and was born
on that night; it was my silent homage to him.

Then there is little Jacob. Jacob and I are unique. I can honestly say I
love him with all heart. No, it is not love in the same way that I love
Jeff, hell not even in a brotherly way. I can't really explain it there is
some bound between Jacob and me; we both know it exist.  Maybe it is that
our lives had so many unwholesome moments; I don't know for sure.

As for Jim and Justin what can I say? Those two are saints in the devils
clothing. They have hearts of gold and where able to put up with my shit! I
don't think I can thank the two of them enough for taking me in as well as
letting Jeff go to come find me in San Francisco.

				 ********

I bet you are wondering, "Okay if this is real how could Jeff (as the
author Michael) loose touch with Greg (as in me in the story)?" Well in way
he and I did loose touch. His work schedule, my having to catch up on about
a year's worth of missed high school, making the decision of going to
college or not, and all other free time was devoted to the story, was
almost killing our relationship.

We would be so exhausted that neither of us even wanted sex. So we decided
the story could wait for a bit while we rediscovered Greg and Jeff on a
more personal level.


Okay I think that covers my life up to now. I'm a little bit older, a
little bit wiser, and a lot happier. I have learned some valuable lessons,
most importantly the trouble with secrets and lies and how they can destroy
you and others. This has been my to greatest accomplishment; I learned the
value of honesty and trust. Jeff and I have vowed to all ways be honest to
each other no matter what.

Know don't think that because I have found love, gotten my family back, and
returned home this is a happy ended, no, far from it.  Yes, those things
are true, but I still have to deal with the fact that a trust in my family
has been betrayed and that I caused them pain, grief, and suffering. We are
a still healing and it will take a long time. As for Jeff and I our
relationship is still growing. He has put a lot of effort into this
relationship and me, and I am only now starting to mature enough and
realize that. I can only hope that my efforts now can show to him that I am
just as committed and determined as he is. He's reading over my shoulder
again. He wants me to type this:

"Greg, you are the love of my life. I know in time our love with be so
strong that nothing can break it or us. You always doubt yourself, but you
have found yourself and your inner strength. I see it and you grow stronger
each day. We only have one hurdle left and I know that we can make it over
that one."

We thanks to him I will be crying as I type this last paragraph. The hurdle
that he mentioned is my biggest fight, the fight of my life and for my
life.  You see my mistakes left my body very damaged. Most of it has healed
with time except for my kidneys.  As you know one of them has been be
removed cause it finally gave out. The other isn't much better. I now must
attend all most daily dialysis treatments to keep alive while I wait for a
donor.  The treatments are very painful and leave me physically weak, but
don't pity me. I thought I was an adult and made many careless choices. I
now, as an adult, have to deal with them to the best of my ability.

Shit that's my beater!!!! I hope I saved this!!!! Jeff lets go!!!!

The End.

Well there it is! I hope you guys enjoyed it as much as I did. I have
another story in the works, but I don't know if it will be within the Nifty
Guidelines. The archvist is currently reviewing the pilot chapters to see
if they will agree with the rules.