Date: Fri, 17 Mar 2006 23:57:27 -0500
From: Henry Higgins <escribir12@hotmail.com>
Subject: Nevermore! -- Chapter 24 -- Final Chapter

Statement of Intent: M/M/t/t

This story is about spiritual and sexual love among adult males and
consenting teenage males. If the subject of the story is offensive or
illegal for you to read, then don't. Otherwise, enjoy! All persons, places,
and events in this story are entirely fictional, the product of the
author's imagination. The author does not condone adults having sexual
relations with minor children, even if the children think they want it.

Statement of Ownership and Copyright:

Copyright (c) 2005, 2006 by the author known by the pen name, Henry
Higgins, who reserves all rights accorded by United States copyright
law. This story is for your enjoyment only. You may not post, sell, or
otherwise transfer this story to anyone else.


Nevermore!
by Henry Higgins


24--Finale


The compact little man amazed me. His upper body was pumped and buff, and
then disappeared into a waist that could only have been slightly larger
than Kenny's. He must have a hell of a time buying suits, I mused.

A lush trail of hair led from David's navel down into his nether
region--surprising in view of the lack of hair anywhere else on his upper
body. Gradually, he slipped the boxers down his hips to reveal the most
profuse pubic bush I think I had ever seen. He certainly hadn't been that
hairy when he was fifteen. Had he been flaccid, David's bush would almost
have completely hidden the object of all our curiosity. But of course, he
wasn't flaccid and neither were we. There it was--that perfect, curvy cock
that I so clearly remembered worshiping.

Some guys have penises that, when erect, stick straight out from their
bellies. Others' penises curve just a little at the base and then stick
straight out on an angle. Still others have penises that curve gently
upward when erect. Only a few that I've seen, David included, have such a
curve when their penises are erect that the head of the penis touches or
brushes their belly. I just caught sight of the damp spot on the front of
those boxers as they went sailing over to land at the feet of the
mesmerized boys, who continued to stare at him unabashedly. I wasn't
surprised. After all, he was the new kid on the block.

Rog and I followed slightly behind David. We slowly skimmed off our
undies--Rog's tighty-whiteys and my Joe Boxers--each sporting its own very
wet spot on the front and tossed them over to land at the boys' feet. There
we stood, all fully erect.

I resisted the urge to envelop David in a big hug as Kenny and Rusty stared
at what may have been the biggest collection of aroused man meat they had
ever seen. I just knew it had to be the most perfect such
collection. However, I headed for the bathroom to fill the tub and start
the whirlpool. The others followed me, our erections waving back and forth
as we walked.

I suggested, "Kenny, why don't you get some bubble bath from the cupboard
and we'll have a first-class hot tub experience. Just a couple of healthy
shakes should do."

Kenny retrieved the bubble stuff and added it. I turned the lights down to
a soft glow and then asked Rusty to light the candles that were
strategically located around the bathroom.

"Wow, Jim," said David, "I don't think I've ever seen one quite like this."

"I saw it advertised in a magazine for seniors and contacted the company to
see if they could customize it for me. Normally, the tubs aren't as long as
this one. Ultimately, it cost only a little more than a hot tub," I said.

As the water reached the full mark, I tested it for temperature and found
it to be okay, so I signaled that we should all climb in. David and I sat
along the back of the tub, Kenny and Rusty at one end, and Roger at the
other. Once we were all seated, I reached up to turn on the whirlpool
circulation. The motors rumbled into action and soon we were enjoying
bubbling waters that had a wonderfully relaxing aroma.

As the healing warmth began to soak into us, David said, "Well, we
certainly have covered a lot of ground since I got here this
afternoon. And, this whirlpool is wonderful! However, I still need some
more information for my intake interview. I think this may be the first one
I've ever done nude and sitting in a whirlpool with four other nude
guys. But then, there's a first time for everything, right? First, let me
fill in some information about you, Jim. What's the connection between you
and Rog?"

I thought for a minute so I could give David a concise answer. "Rog and I
met in junior high school. Each of us was attracted to the other, but we
dared not let the other know for fear of terminal embarrassment. We were
casual friends through high school and then each went our own way after
graduation. Some years after college, we ran into each other in a gay bar
downtown. By then, we each had a lover, but we exchanged contact
information, I started going to Rog for my medical needs, and that's how it
was for a few years until I was arrested. Before I went to prison, Rog told
me to be sure to call him when I got out, that he'd be happy to sponsor me
if that would help. And indeed, it did help. Rog not only sponsored me, I'm
sure he saved my life a couple of times. Just as an example, he steered me
to a therapist who taught me how to cruise nineteen- and twenty-year-old
guys to stay out of trouble. He and his lover Peter have been magnificent
to me. I really do owe them my life."

"Okay," said David, so how did you meet Kenny?"

"Thanksgiving afternoon when I finished dinner, I walked into the park to
cruise the public restroom there. It was a silly thing to do, what with it
being so cold and all, but I was horny. Kenny came into the restroom
wearing a sweatshirt with the hood over his head. So, I couldn't see his
age until he pushed the hood back. By then, I had showed myself to him. He
hustled me. Despite everything I had learned, I was about to take him up on
his offer when he suddenly got sick and threw up in the urinal. Afterward,
he seemed confused and dizzy, so I offered to take him home. However, he
didn't want to go to his home; he wanted to come here with me. By then, my
urge to help him was stronger than my urge to have sex with him, so I
brought him here and then called Rog to come look at him. It was a
quick-moving virus so that by the next morning he was nearly back to
normal. In the course of our conversation, I learned that his father is
homophobic and alcoholic, and that he has repeatedly raped the boy since
his mother died a few years ago.

"I found that you don't know Kenny very long before you meet Rusty. The two
boys are quite close friends. As you heard earlier, they have now committed
their love to one another. Boys, what do you think about Kenny telling
David what happened Friday afternoon?"

"Oh," Kenny said. "Um, well... one of the reasons that Rusty and I don't do
much sex stuff together is that we like different things. Me, I like to
cuddle with somebody and have them snuggle me. That's almost more important
than whether I get off. 'Course, I usually manage to get off, too." We all
chuckled.

The boy continued. "Rusty don't get too turned on unless there's a little
pain involved--not much, but a little. Me, I never can bear to do that to
him 'cause I love him so much, even though he'd want me to do it. I'd be
afraid of going too far and hurting him more than I should. So, th' time or
two that we did try it together, I'd be like sucking him or jacking him off
and he'd be lyin' there pinchin' himself in th' tits, or pulling his balls
down so they'd hurt a little. One time he wanted me to fuck him, but after
knowing what his dad done to him, I just couldn't bring myself t' do
that. So, we both got t' where we like t' spend time together more than we
like t' have sex together. We'd get our sex from the guys who'd pay us.

"So anyway, Friday afternoon, Rusty had hooked up with this guy who said
he'd be happy to hurt Rusty only as much as he wanted. Except the guy was a
creep-o and went off the deep end. Jim and me were watchin' a movie when I
got this powerful feeling that Rusty was in trouble, I mean, like really
deep shit. So I asked Jim could we leave the movie and go check on
Rusty. He agreed, and when we got to this restroom in th' park where I had
met Jim, sure enough, this creep had Rusty tied up and hangin' from some
bars in there. He'd put clothespins that had nails in 'em on Rusty's
nipples so they went through his flesh. And then he had a pair o' Vise
Grips on Rusty's balls."

I put an arm around David when I felt him cringe as Kenny told about
Rusty's assault by the psycho. Yet David had enough fortitude to ask,
"Rusty, what did you expect when you arranged to go with that man?"

"Um... I uh... Well, it's like this. I don't understand it, it's just the
way it works with me. When it feels th' best, sex that is, is when someone
hurts me a little--like pinching me, or nipping my tits, or stretching my
asshole--something like that--but just a little. I thought that's what he
was gonna do. At least, he said that's what he'd do. But, that creep put me
into major pain, in addition to scarin' th' shit outa me. I was afraid he
was gonna kill me."

David thought for a minute, then said, "So, it would be important for you
to be able to control when somebody stimulates you with pain so that it's
enough to get you to react but not so much that it scares you or turns you
off?"

"Well... Um, yeah! That makes a lotta sense, David." Rusty grinned.

David continued. "Did you know that there's a way for you to arrange a
signal with a partner so that when you reach your limit, you can give the
signal and they know to stop?"

Rusty's eyes widened. "I never thought of that. That's a great idea! Only,
I never can get Kenny to play with me that way."

David looked at Kenny with raised eyebrows. "Why is that, Kenny?"

"Like I said, I love Rusty. I can't bring myself to hurt someone I love." A
tear began to trickle down Kenny's cheek.

"I've seen that," David replied. "It's obvious that you love him quite
deeply."

Kenny smiled and then looked at Rusty. "Maybe we could work on that,
bro. Maybe David could teach me how to give you just enough pain to
stimulate you."

Rusty smiled back. "I'd like that, Kenny."

David continued. "I think a major goal for you kids would be to learn how
to have satisfying sex with each other so that you don't have to look for
it from strangers."

Rog spoke up, "We already have them headed that direction, David. I had a
discussion with Kenny about frottage and how it can be very nearly as
satisfying as oral or anal intercourse. I asked them and they agreed to
abstain from either form of intercourse until we get the results back from
STD tests that we ran. The boys have already tried frottage with some
pretty good results according to what they tell us."

Rusty and Kenny grinned at one another. I smiled right along with them.

David was thoughtful for another minute or so. Then he brightened. "I think
I've got it worked out, guys. First, I can see a place for both of you boys
in our group. I think you'd find some support that would be helpful and it
would give us a way to monitor you so that if either of you should need
more specialized help, we could steer you to someone appropriate. What's
more, I think you guys would make an especially valuable addition to the
group because you've already done some of the work you need to do to be a
viable couple. You could be a positive role model for many of our boys.

"Based on what I've heard so far, Kenny, I think there is a very good
chance that we could have Jim appointed your temporary foster parent so
that you wouldn't have to worry about going back home to your dad. The only
thing is, it wouldn't be in this house."

I looked at David in surprise. "What do you mean?" I asked. "I've worked
very hard to get this house and then to get it fixed up the way I want it."

"I can see that," said David. "You've done a great job with that, Jim. It's
just that I'd like it very much if you could do the same thing with my
house."

"Well, sure I could. But that shouldn't mean that I have to leave here," I
said. "I could do it as kind of a second job maybe."

"No," said David, beginning to smile a little, "It works better if you are
living in the house you're working on. I want you to live with me, Jim."

Slowly, his meaning made its way through my confusion. And then, suddenly I
realized what he was asking. "You mean... You want me to live with you?" I
asked, incredulous. "But... But, what about Kenny! I can't just leave
Kenny; I won't leave him."

David grinned. "I'm not asking you to leave Kenny. He comes with
you. That's the deal. I haven't waited all this time desperately hoping to
find my lover and then not have him come live with me! And, that means I
accept him and all of his responsibilities. And Kenny, I don't mean that
you're just so much baggage. I mean that I, too, want you to live with
me. I want Jim and me to be your parents." Kenny stared at David.

I continued to sputter, "But do you have enough room? What about the added
expense? Where do you live? Can Kenny go to the same school? What about
having Rusty to sleep over?"

David laughed that magical laugh that had always entranced me. "Yes, Kenny
can have his own room, our combined incomes can handle the added expense, I
live near enough that Kenny can continue at the same school, and when Rusty
sleeps over, he can have his choice of a guest room or Kenny's room. Gee, I
wonder which one he'll choose!"

The boys gaped at David as he blew down every one of my proposed
"problems." I suspect that he might have granted every one of their wishes,
as well. I thought about selling and leaving this house that I'd grown to
love. And, I hadn't even seen David's house. What if I hated it? I felt a
hand on my shoulder as I turned to gaze at Roger, who couldn't stop
grinning.

"Hey, Jim. Relax. I see this working really well for all of us. You and
David get reunited as lovers. Kenny gets a safe place to stay with loving
guardians and mentors. Rusty and Kenny get a space to develop their
relationship with guidance. Both boys get the emotional support they
need. What's not to like? If you're attached to this place, then keep it
and rent it out. What's more, Peter and I need some housekeeping help. With
you, Kenny, and a part-time Rusty moving in with David, you and he could
probably use some of that help, too. I need to find an office cleaner I can
trust. Why not hire Rusty's mom? Between us, we can pay her what she's
worth, not some minimum wage. That way, she won't have to work 14 hours a
day and she'd have time to be a mom to both boys."

I wish I had had a camera just then to capture the expressions of ecstatic
happiness on the faces of both boys. In unison, they yelled, "Yes!"

Rog, David, and I shared a big man-hug as Kenny and Rusty embraced and
kissed, tears rolling down their cheeks. Could that have been their first?
I had a feeling that it surely wouldn't be their last. I couldn't believe
my own ecstasy at finding my own true love and at the same time, inheriting
the chance to mentor a boy I had grown to love more than life itself. Yes,
I really could have a second chance--it really could work!


The End


Author's Note:

And so, we come to the end of this tale of a very special Thanksgiving
weekend and it is with mixed feelings and a few tears that I bid Jim and
David, Kenny and Rusty, Roger and Peter goodbye. They have been with me for
a little over three years. But then, in a fuller sense, I'm not leaving
them completely behind because they are part of me. Each character is the
creation of my imagination and reflects some aspect of me that has yearned
to be expressed.

This tale is not autobiographical in the literal sense. However, the
characters deal with many of the issues that I deal with. The tale is a
fantasy in that it creates space for relationships to occur and change in
ways that in reality cannot occur in our world of today. As such, it has
been quite cathartic for me to create and pursue this tale to its
conclusion.

Finally, you should know that this work is dedicated to one whom I both
loved most dearly and wounded most grievously some thirty years ago. It is
to him that I dedicate this work, as I have dedicated much of the rest of
my life since that fateful day. I hope that wherever you are, you have
found some measure of happiness in a life that came so near to being barren
and bitter due in whole or in part to my reckless behavior.

To you, the reader, I hope that you have found what you needed in this
tale. I always welcome your comments and feedback at escribir12@hotmail.com

Henry Higgins
March, 2006