Date: Sun, 19 Aug 2001 15:54:45 -0400
From: Jeff Allen <jeff_allen15@hotmail.com>
Subject: When Love Comes - Part 10

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WHEN LOVE COMES - PART 10

     There was only a week and a half of classes left after Thanksgiving
before we were in final exams.  I only saw Matt three times before exams.
Twice in the senior seminar class, and once when he stopped in the office
to say hello.
     I knew that he was going to get the final word from the doctors about
his knee right after finals, so I told him to call me when he got the
verdict.  This would decide if he had any future in pro football or if his
knee was too weak to allow him to even attempt to play pro ball.  Matt
seemed preoccupied during the week of finals, and I assumed he was worried
about what the doctors would say.

     Matt didn't call on the day I thought he would.  In fact, he didn't
call the next day or the day after that either.  I tried calling his
apartment a couple of times, but there was no answer.  I heard through the
campus grapevine that the doctors had told him not to even try to play pro
ball.  I knew no team would even consider him for the draft with that kind
of medical opinion in the background.  His playing days were over.  I
thought he would handle the news okay, but I was afraid of how his father
would take it.

     I soon found out.

                        *******

     It was the Friday before the week of Christmas.  All of the students
and many of the faculty had left town for the Holidays.  The weather
forecast said the first real snow storm of the winter would move in that
afternoon.  It promised to be a memorable first blast of winter that might
give us a white Christmas.
     I had planned on leaving for my parents' house the next day, but I'd
already called them to warn them about the predicted snow storm and to say
that I might delay starting out for another day or so.  Mom was
disappointed with the news, but told me to come when I could and to be
safe.
     The snow was beginning to fall steadily by mid afternoon.  I was
wrapping presents to take to my family.  That's always one of my least
favorite tasks so I built a fire in the wood stove and fortified myself
with a glass of wine before starting.

     The phone rang.

     "Dr. Griffith, this is Jamal Phillips."  There was an urgency in his
voice that made my heart beat faster.

     "What's wrong, Jamal?"

     "It's Matt!  You've got to go over to our apartment!  If Matt's there,
take him out to your house!"

     "What's going on?"

     "Matt and I came home for Christmas.  Matt's dad has been raggin' him
about the knee and having to give up the pros and all.  Today his daddy
started beating him, and Matt slugged him.  Knocked the son of a bitch out
cold."

     "Okay.  What's the problem?  The bastard's had it coming for years."

     "I know, I know, but after Matt slugged him he took off in his car.
When his daddy came to, he called the sheriff and took out a warrant
charging Matt with battery.  The sheriff just came here looking for Matt.
They're going to contact the police there to see if Matt's at the
apartment.  If he is, they'll arrest him.  Matt can't play football, and
now, if he gets arrested for battery, he might not be able to get a
coaching or teaching job either.  Momma and I told the sheriff all about
Matt's old man, and I'm sure things will settle down in a day or so, but
get Matt out of there if you can!"

     I told Jamal that I was on my way, grabbed a coat and headed into
town.  The snow was now coming down much harder so it took me longer than
normal to get to Matt and Jamal's apartment.  Matt's car was in the parking
lot.  I pounded on the door, but there was no answer.  I tried the lock; it
opened.

     Matt was sitting in the living room with a nearly empty bottle of
whiskey beside him.  "Hey, Doc!  Whassup?"  His slurred speech and
unfocused eyes told me that he'd been at the bottle for a while.

     "Come on, Matt.  You're coming with me."

     I pulled him out of the chair.  He came up with me, but he was really
unsteady on his feet.  He was dressed in his usual sweat pants and sweat
shirt.  At least he had shoes on.  I put his arm over my shoulder and
started moving us toward the door.  He didn't protest.  I looked for his
coat, but I didn't see it any where in the living room, and I sure didn't
want to wait around looking for it.
     I got Matt out of the apartment and loaded into the passenger's side
of the 4Runner.  Just as I turned out of the apartment parking area on to
the street, a town police car came in the other entrance.  I watched in the
rear view mirror as the police cruiser stopped in front of Matt's
apartment, and two cops got out.  I just kept going.

     It took a long time to get back to the house because of the snow.  By
the time I turned into the driveway, the snow was over six inches deep.  It
was already dark and nearly impossible to see because of the blowing snow.
     I don't know how much of the bottle of whiskey Matt had drunk before I
got to his apartment, but he was rip roaring drunk.  When we first started
out, he was talkative, but he soon lapsed into a drunken stupor.

     He woke up as I got near the house.  "I'm gonna puke!"

     He fumbled for the door as I stopped the 4Runner just short of the
garage.  He got his door open and more or less fell out of the car into the
snow.  I shut off the car and came around the front of the 4Runner to help
him, but by that time he was throwing up all over himself.  I held his head
and shoulders until he was done heaving.

     He wiped the back of his hand across his mouth.  "Oh, God, am I drunk.
I'm sorry, Doc."

     "It's okay, Matt.  Let's get you inside and cleaned up."

     I helped him up and into the house.  Both of us were covered in snow
and vomit.  Matt started to shiver as the cotton of his sweat pants and
shirt and been soaked through since he wasn't wearing a coat.  I steered
both of us into the bathroom.  I stripped him naked and made him sit in the
bathtub while I ran hot water.  While he soaked in the hot water, I
gathered his vomit-covered clothes, took them into the laundry room, and
threw them in the washing machine.
  I took off my own soiled outer clothes and added them to the load.
     Wearing just my briefs, I went back to the bathroom.  I helped Matt
wash himself.  Actually I did most of the washing since he was still too
drunk to be very coordinated.  Toward the end, he just lay back and let me
run the wash cloth over his beautiful body.  I took a longer than needed in
washing him, but I was really enjoying having an excuse to run my hands
over his naked body.
     I got him out of the tub and dried off.  I led him out to the living
room and wrapped him in a comforter that was across the back of the couch.
I put some more logs in the wood stove.  Just as I finished closing the
stove door the lights went out.  The snow must have caused the power lines
to go down.  I was thankful for the heat from the wood stove.
     Matt opened the comforter and beckoned me to come over to the couch.
I slid in beside him, and he wrapped the comforter around both of us.

     "Do you want to tell me what happened?" I asked.

     He leaned against my shoulder and said, "I think I really fucked up
this time, Doc."

     "Tell me about it."

     And he did.  In a rambling semi drunken way he told me that his father
had been on his case for the past couple of days because he wouldn't be
able to play pro football.  Early that afternoon his father had become
physically abusive, but this time when he hit Matt, Matt hit back, and
knocked his dad out with one punch.  Matt knew he'd be in trouble when his
father came to so he just got in his car, drove back to his apartment, and
started drinking.

     I told him about Jamal's phone call and the warrant for his arrest.

     He started to cry softly and said, "I really did fuck up, didn't I?"

     "No, Matt, I think you did what you should have done years ago.  You
should have decked the bastard a long time ago."

     He laughed slightly between the tears.  "I thought about it a lot, but
I couldn't do it.  The worst part is that I feel bad because I hit him.
He's been hitting me as long as I can remember, and now I'm the one that
feels guilty."

     I held him close to me underneath the comforter.  His breathing
gradually became more regular, and I realized he was asleep.  I must have
been exhausted emotionally from the afternoon because I fell asleep soon
after Matt.

                        *******

     I woke up around one in the morning.  The power had come back on and
the lights were on in the living room.  I untangled myself from the
comforter and Matt, went around the house turning off lights, and checked
the fire in the wood stove.  The snow was a good eighteen inches deep on
the deck.  It was going to be a while before any one moved in the town.
     I looked at Matt sleeping on the couch and made a decision.  I roused
him from his sleep until he was just semi conscious, then I led him from
the living room into my bedroom.  I put him in my bed under the covers and
then climbed in the other side of the bed and went back to sleep.

     When I woke the next morning, Matt was lying on his back and I was in
the crook of his right arm with my head on his chest and my right hand
wrapped around his erect cock.  Barely covered by my briefs, my own boner
was pressed against Matt's right hip.  I was afraid to move.  Gradually I
realized that Matt's right arm was across my shoulders and down my back
with the tips of his fingers underneath the waist band of my briefs.
     I had to pee so I gently moved away from Matt's warm body and got out
of bed.  The sun was shining through the windows in the kitchen.  It had
snowed another six inches or so during the night so we had a little over
two feet of snow on the ground.  The power must have stayed on because the
house was warm and comfortable.  The coffee had just finished brewing when
I heard Matt peeing in the bathroom.  He emerged from the bedroom, still
naked, and holding his head.

     "I have a major hangover.  Don't breathe so loudly."  I handed him a
mug of coffee, and he sat down at the table.  He looked out the window.  "I
think we're snowed in."

     I laughed.  "Good guess, Sherlock.  That also means the sheriff isn't
going to come looking for you.  My guess is they have bigger problems on
their hands right now."

     "Thank heavens for small favors."

     "Well, I have plenty of food, and I'm sure there's enough wine to keep
us for a couple of days."

     He hung his head.  "I don't want to think about anything with alcohol
right now.  What about some breakfast?"

     "Coming right up, Slugger."

     He winched, "Ouch, I guess I deserved that. Can I have some more
coffee before you start making a lot of noise in the kitchen?"

     I poured him another mug of coffee and started making an omelet for
our breakfast.

     Breakfast seemed to revive him.  We each had another cup of coffee.
He made no move to cover his nakedness during the whole breakfast, and,
since I was enjoying the view, I didn't say anything to remind him of the
fact that he was naked.
     Matt called Jamal while I washed the breakfast dishes.  He came back
into the kitchen after he'd hung up to say that his hometown was buried
under the same snow storm.  Nothing was moving, and nothing was expected to
move for at least a couple of days.
     While Matt took a shower, I called my parents to tell them that I
would be delayed.  I told them I wasn't sure when I would be able to get to
their house, not only because of the storm, but also because of the
situation with Matt.
  My mother immediately told me that I should bring Matt with me since that
would definitely keep him away from the local sheriff.  I laughed and told
her I knew she'd always wanted more children, but it might be a little late
to start now.

     "It's never too late," was her reply.

     Matt came out of the bathroom after his shower just as naked as
before.  While I took my shower and shaved, he settled into the comforter
on the couch to watch the Weather Channel for storm updates.
     When I got done with my shower, I pulled on a pair of shorts and went
out in the living room to join Matt.  He again shared a part of the
comforter with me, and we watched TV and napped on the couch until lunch
time.
     After lunch, I lent him some of my clothes, and we started the process
of digging our way out to the road.  The 4Runner did just fine in most of
the driveway, but there were some high drifts that had to be lowered before
I was willing to try driving the Toyota through them.  When we reached the
main road, we found that it hadn't been plowed yet so we came back to the
house and ended up in a snowball fight that left both of us winded and
soaking wet from the snow.
     We cleared a path through the snow from the house to the hot tub.  We
uncovered the tub, went back into the house, stripped off our wet clothes
and ran back outside to climb into the tub laughing the whole time.
     The water in the tub was wonderful.  The steam rose from the surface
of the water in the cold air and made a miniature fog rising about a foot
above the water.  We settled in to luxuriate in the feeling of the warm
water around our bodies and cold air on our heads.
     Matt and I were sitting on adjacent sides of the tub so that our legs
often made contact with one another under the water.  We soaked in silence
for a while.

     Finally he spoke.  "Thanks for coming in to town and getting me
yesterday.  This is a lot more fun than the county jail."

     "You're just damn lucky that you got out of the car before you puked.
I wouldn't have been happy if you'd upchucked in the front seat."

     "Oh," he groaned.  "Don't remind me."

     We sat in silence for another minute or so before he moved away from
the side and into the center of the tub facing me.  "I do need to say thank
you for a lot of things.  You've always been there when I've needed you,
and I haven't always been the best person to have around."

     The look on his face just melted my heart.  "It's all part of growing
up.  I think both of us have had to make some changes."

     "I know I have.  It's taken me a long time to figure out what was
going on with my old man.  The counselor I've been seeing has helped me
with that.  She's also helped me realize why you had to do some of the
things you did.  I didn't understand three years ago, but I do now."

     I felt Matt's hands on my knees under the water.  Suddenly, I couldn't
swallow.  His touch brought my cock to full erection in a matter of
seconds.

     "Gary, I wish I'd been able to deal with my old man several years ago.
I would have saved a lot of pain and grief."

     I realized that this was the first time Matt had ever called me by my
first name.  His hands moved up my legs to mid thigh and he leaned closer.
I was caught in those blue eyes of his, and I couldn't look away.

     "I also wish I could have done this years earlier," and he leaned
forward and kissed me.  Our lips met softly at first, but then I felt his
tongue moving between my lips.  I reached out and pulled him toward me.
Our tongues moved in to the other's mouth.  Matt pressed his upper body
against mine pinning me to the side of the hot tub.
     His right hand came up and cupped my chin as we broke the kiss.  "I'm
no longer one of your students, Dr. Griffith.  I can't wait any longer to
say this.  I love you, and I have since that first day in your class."

     I stammered, "What about your girl friend?"

     He laughed.  "Tiffany was my attempt to go straight, but it turns out
she was using me for the same purpose."

     "You mean..."

     "Yes, she has a girlfriend.  I thought Jamal would bust a gut when he
found out."

     "You told Jamal?"

     "Sure.  Jamal's the first guy I ever played around with."

     "But he's so straight!"

     Matt smiled.  "Come on, Gary.  You know that not every gay guy is an
interior decorator.  You're pretty darn straight acting yourself.  It's
taken me years to figure you out, but that kiss told me everything."

     He pulled me toward him, and we kissed again.  This time I could feel
his erection pressing against my own.

     When we broke the kiss, he said, "Let's go into the house.  I want to
make love to you."

     We got out of the tub, quickly put the cover back on, and ran into the
house.  We toweled each other dry in the dining room, and then he took my
hand and led me into the bedroom.
     He got onto the bed, and I lay on top of him pressing my body against
his as closely as I could.

     "I love you too, Matt, but I never thought I'd be able to say it.
This is like a dream."

     "For me too, and I don't want to wake up."

     I kissed his forehead and then his eye lids and nose. I skipped his
parted lips and kissed the line of his chin back to his ears.  Then I moved
down his neck to his collar bone and ran my tongue along the ridge of bone.
He moaned softly and kneaded my back with his hands.  I moved my tongue
from his clavicle to the edge of the hair in his left arm pit and then
around to his nipple.
  I ran my tongue around his nipple and felt it harden in response.
     He moved and flipped me over on my back and put his whole mouth on my
right nipple and began to suck gently.  It was like a bolt of electricity
shooting through my body.  I arched my back and pushed his head harder down
onto my chest.

     He pulled up, looked at me and smiled.  "I think I just found an
erogenous zone."

     "My nipples have never been that sensitive before.  It surprised me."

     "Let's see if there are any more surprises."

     He put his mouth in the hollow of my neck and moved his tongue down to
my right nipple and then over to my left.  He moved his mouth down the
trail of hair from my pecs to my navel and buried his tongue in the pit of
my belly.  I was frozen in place.  I don't think I even breathed.
     He moved his tongue out of my belly button and down to the tip of my
cock.  He tasted the precum that was oozing from the end of my organ and
then ran his mouth along the whole eight inch length of the shaft as if he
were playing a harmonica.  He came back and took the head of my dick in his
mouth and slowly swallowed the entire length until his lips were pressed
against my pubic bone and his nose buried in the hair around my cock.
     He began to slowly move up and down on the shaft of my dick.  I could
feel his tongue move around the head each time he came to the top.  His
fingers moved lightly over my body covering my chest, stomach, and thighs.
I felt his hand slide under my balls, and I opened my legs to give him
better access.  His fingers continued their exploration of my perineum and
gently passed over my asshole before coming back up and cupping my balls.
     I moved underneath him so that we were in a sixty-nine position and
took his precum covered dick into my mouth.  We continued our gentle
sucking and exploration of each others bodies.  I could smell the hot tub
on his skin, but there was also another more subtle scent that I realized
must be his natural musk.
     Gradually our climaxes built.  We could feel the tension in the
other's body, and that increased the pleasure.  I felt his balls draw up,
and then the shaft of his dick swelled slightly in my mouth.  I knew my own
orgasm was imminent, and as soon as I tasted the first drops of his load
rushing into my mouth I unloaded my own cream into his mouth.
     Neither one of us made a sound during our mutual orgasm, and neither
one of us moved our mouths off the other's prick until we both began to
soften.  He moved around so that we were face to face and kissed me.  I
could taste the remnants of my cum in his mouth and I knew he could taste
his in mine.
     He lay his head on my chest and I wrapped my arm around his shoulder.

     "I love you," he whispered.

     "I love you, too, Matt."


(To be continued)