Date: Sat, 08 Dec 2001 17:16:27 -0500
From: Todd Grant <redfordtodd1_@hotmail.com>
Subject: Gerry & Todd Chapter 11- Alone At Last

	This is a story about a man and a handicapped teenage boy that meet and
fall in love.  If you are underage or offended by the subject matter, please
leave.  Up to the point where they talk for quite some time, the story is
real for the most part.  We did part without ever exchanging anything more
than conversation.  He was just as beautiful as described.  Maybe if I had
been more aggressive...who knows?  The rest is strictly fiction and wishful
thinking on my part.  Please send any comments to redfordtodd1_@hotmail.com.
  Be kind as this is my first effort.  No offense to handicapped persons is
intended.  I already have additional chapters ready, if you the reader are
interested.  It may come across as long winded and I don't always get right
to the sex.  (there is more in later chapters)  I wanted the reader to feel
like these were real people, and get to know them.  I want to give credit to
my good friend, Wilson, who has helped me more than he will admit as my
editor.

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Alone At Last

	Soon we were all too full and stopped our feasting.  I helped Em clean up.
As she was starting on the dishes, I came up from behind her and gave her a
hug.

	"You want to know something, Em?"

	"What's that, Todd?"

	"If only I was a bit different and a few years younger, I'd steal you away
from Bill."

	"Well I think that you'd have to be a whole lot more than a 'bit'
different.  Besides, Bill and I are fastened at the hip, so there is no way
on God's green earth you could ever steal me away."

	"You are right again, dear lady.  I can't imagine the two of you with
anyone else."  I gave her a peck on the cheek and went into the living room.

	We all sat and talked and watched some TV.  Gerry was cuddled next to me
with Tattoo in his lap.  I couldn't remember the last time I had felt so
content.  A few hours passed and Em and Bill excused themselves, saying it
had been a long day.

	Gerry looked at me with a gleam in his eye, "Alone at last.  Now we can..."

	"Um, by the way you two," Bill interrupted, poking his head into the room,
"try and, well, keep it down."  He left us with a wink.

	"What do you suppose he meant by that?" I asked.

	Gerry, staying silent, got up on his crutches and moved toward the bedroom.
  He gave a jerk of his head and a lick of his lips.

	"No!" I whispered.

	"Yes!" He whispered back.

	Silently I followed him.  I still felt like I would wake up and it wouldn't
be real.  We went into the room and closed the door behind us.

	We faced each other.  His eyes searching mine, I took him in my arms.  I
could feel the trembling course through his body.  Then I realized that I
too was shaking.

	"Gerry, just feeling you in my arms again like this means more than you
will ever know my most precious man." I almost whispered.

	"And I can never say in words how I feel when you hold me like this, Todd.
My soul, my heart and my life were empty before you came.  Now, I feel so
'complete'."

	"I love you with all that I am, Gerald O'Neil."  As we stared into each
other's eyes a thought struck me.  "Wait, I just realized that after all of
this I don't know your middle name."

	"It's William, after Gramps.  What's yours?"

	I should really learn to keep my mouth shut.  "We don't really need to know
that, do we?" I said as I could feel a slight blush on my cheeks.

	"Come on, Todd, it can't be that bad."  He had such a questioning look on
his face.

	"Believe me, it's not something I go around sharing with people." I could
feel the blush increasing.  He would end up knowing at some point anyway.

	"Well, it's not something like Rasputin or Satan, is it?" He asked with
that smirk on his face.

	"No! It's not those." I could tell my face had gone beet red.

	Gerry put on his best little boy face.  "If you really love me, you'll tell
me."

	"Only if you promise that you won't laugh." I responded.

	"Of course I won't." He said with such an innocent look.

	"Well, actually I have two middle names.  My parents were very unkind when
they picked them out."  I paused, hoping he would back down at the last
minute.

	"Go on," he urged.

	I took a deep breath and then blurted it out so fast that he didn't have
time to catch it.

	Gerry cocked his head to one side.  "Did you really think I could
understand that?"

	Again, I took a deep breath.  "The whole moniker is Theodore Elmer
Sylvester O'Donnell."

	His eyes opened so wide that I thought they were going to pop out.  "You
are kidding, aren't you?" He almost whispered.

	"No, my mum watched too many cartoons when she was pregnant for me.  Before
my dad had a chance to stop it, she had already filed the papers for my
name."

	He saw the serious look I had on my face and knew I was telling the truth.
I watched as the grin started at both corners of his mouth.  Then, his
stomach began to spasm against mine.  Then his whole body began to shake as
he tried to hold it in.  I stood back and held him at arms length.

	"You promised that you wouldn't laugh!" I reminded him with a stern look.

	He shook his head as he pursed his lips tighter and tighter together to
hold in.  His face became red from the strain.

	With a look of resignation, I tried to send him over the top.  "I know,
'wascally wabbit'."

	He let a slight chuckle escape and quickly covered his mouth with both
hands.

	Time for the next one.  "Or how about 'Thuferin thucotash'."

	That was all it took.  The damn had bust and he began to laugh so hard and
loud that he soon had tears running down his face.

	In less than two minutes the door flew open with Bill and Em standing there
with a confused look on their faces.  "What on God's green earth has gotten
into you, Gerald William O'Neil?" Em asked.

	He caught his breath just long enough to answer.  "Oh, nothing that
Theodore Elmer Sylvester O'Donnell can't cure."

	"No," Em said, her eyes were wide.

	They both stood there almost in a state of shock, shaking their heads.  I
nodded mine, "It's true, that's what my mum did to me at birth.  I guess you
could say that 'the cat is out of the bag'."  That did them both in as we
all ended up laughing so much we were wiping away the tears.  Just as we
were settling down a little from it, I repeated the famous lines I had said
to Gerry earlier and caused a new round of laughter.

	Once we began to calm down, I gave them all a serious look.  "Now, I want
the three of you to repeat after me."  I raised my right hand as if taking
an oath.  "I promise to never tell another living soul Todd O'Donnell's full
name."

	It caused a brief chuckle, but all three promised.   "Now, don't forget
that you have made this promise, or it's no more Saturday cartoons for any
of you, ever."  I warned.

	They shook their heads at me as they laughed a bit more.  Em came to me and
gave me a hug.  "Todd, I know what a burden it must be to carry that through
life, but just think of how much your name can bring a smile or laughter to
people.  That's probably why your mum did it."

	"She never told me as such, but I think you're right.  When I was younger
she used to say about how I was such a happy baby right from the start.
Just please don't ever call me 'Looney Toons O'Donnell'.  I suffered with
that all the way through school."

	"Um, you're secret is, well, safe with us," Bill said.

	"Well, I don't think I have to remind you two characters that we have a lot
to do tomorrow.  Now see if you can't find someway to wind down enough to
get some sleep." She said with a twinkle in her eye.

	She and Bill said their 'goodnights' and closed the door after them.

	"First Bill in the living room, now Em.  Just what are they getting at,
Gerry?" I was feeling a bit dense.

	He looked at me as if I had just said the most stupid thing he had ever
heard.  "Think about it.  They both know that we have done more than a few
kisses."

	"You mean to tell me that they know that we've done 'it'?" I asked with a
shocked look on my face as I felt the blush begin.

	"I told them from the start that we had made love that first night.  You
told me then that we would never have sex, but we would make love.  So
that's what I told them we had done.  I didn't give them any details and
they didn't ask."

	He had such a calm look about him.  "Todd, they aren't so old that they
have forgotten what it's like to love and be in love with someone.  They
know that when you and I are behind a closed door that we might be doing
something more than sleep."  My face began to redden again.

	"Look, mam, I talked to them about it, right after I came home.  They have
no problem as long as we aren't doing 'it' on the front lawn or something.
Or, maybe on the neighbor's front porch."  That smirk was on his face again,
then the expression changed to a more serious one.

	"Will you kiss me?" He asked just like that day so long ago now.  "Like our
first time?"

	Pulling him to me and leaning forward, I inhaled the sweet smell of his
breath.  I shook my head slightly allowing my mouth to barely graze his
several times.  We both shivered slightly as I slowly ran my tongue across
his lips and he parted them.  As our tongues met and teased gently at each
other, our mouths joined together.  I gently probed his ever sweet tasting
mouth, remembering our first kiss.  My man...my Gerry...just the scent of
him and the taste of him was enough to make my pulse begin to race.  His
arms wrapped around my neck as we pressed our bodies tightly together.
Gradually, he brought his tongue into play against mine as our passion began
to build.  The intensity of our mutual probing increased as we ground our
hips against each other.  Gently, we sucked on each other's tongues.  Our
love was evident by the straining erections that were barely held in check
by our clothes.

	It continued to build, our kiss was like a wave racing to the shore.  Our
firm bodies and hard-ons were rubbing at a frantic pace.  My heart was
beating faster by the second.  Then, Gerry pushed his tongue gently into my
mouth as far as it would go, sliding it slowly across the top of mine.  It
was more than I could take.  We both began to shudder as the force of our
climax overtook us.  Pressed together even tighter as the sensations
crested, we moaned softly.  He moved just enough to make our sensitive parts
push together and across each other one last time.  I almost felt as if I
was going to pass out, and I could feel Gerry begin to sag in my arms.
Pulling my mouth from his, I tried to catch my breath.  He slid his tongue
across my lower lip and then gently took my lip between his teeth.  I moaned
once more, and did the same to him.  He moaned even louder.  We both moved
our hands to each other, it was still just as wonderful as the first time,
and just as messy too.

	"Gerry, I do love you so much that my words can't describe it," I said
looking into his deep blue eyes again.

	"Todd, with you in my life, I wouldn't ever want to ask God for another
thing.  Oh, how I love you."

	"I haven't had a climax since our last time that day," he said as he pushed
tight against me once more.

	"I've waited too," I replied.

	A thought suddenly struck me.  This time we weren't in a public place.  I
pulled back from him and slowly went to my knees and undid his pants,
looking in his eyes the whole time.  I slid his pants and his briefs down.

	"You aren't going to do what I think you are?" He asked.

	I had wanted this to happen since out first night together.  "Well someone
has to clean up this mess, don't you think?" I replied with a grin.

	I worked my way quickly, licking and sucking, over his pubes and then down
to his low hangers, savoring what was his cooling essence as I went.

	"Oh, yes, ...ooh yess, ohhh yesss.... ," He almost purred as I gently
sucked his nutsack.  The slight spermy musky scent of him was getting to me.

	His hard-on came back with a vengeance.  As I took him into my mouth, for
the first time, he moaned rather loud as his legs gave out and he came
crashing down on top of me.

	Before I could even think, Bill called out, "you boys okay?"

	We looked at each other and laughed.

	"We're just fine," we said at the same time.

	"Well, remember to, um, keep it down boys!" He said.

	"We're trying to get to that point, gramps," Gerry said with such a
lecherous look on his face as he grabbed for me.

	"You are so bad!" I scolded.

	"Well, I am learning from a pretty damned good teacher," he said as he
smirked at me.

	I helped him up from the floor to the bed, his hard-on pointing at me.
"I'll be right back."

	A few minutes later, I returned.

	"Where did you go?" He looked at me puzzled.

	I opened my hand to show him my wet shorts.  "Had to do a quick clean up.
You know I've never gone through so many changes of underwear until I met
you."

	Looking at me with his smirk, "Is that such a bad thing?"

	"Well, that depends on how many clean pair I have available at the time."
I tossed them into my bag.

	He looked directly at my crotch and arched his brow.  "And did you put on
another pair just now, or, is that you behind the zipper?"

	Narrowing his eyes, he gave me the sexiest look I had ever seen from him.
Just the effect it had on me, soon showed him the answer to his question.
Gerry beckoned me with his finger.  "I believe that it's time for this." He
whispered.

	Crossing the room, I stood before him.  Adding that smirk to his
expression, he reached out and began slowly tracing my manhood through the
denim.  It was almost more than I could take as he started to rub and
squeeze me.  Just when my orgasm seemed inevitable, he stopped.  His sexy
look intensified, as he reached for my zipper.  Slowly, it was lowered.
Looking right at me, he moved his hand inside my pants, reaching for me.  I
caught my breath when he found me.  Ever so gently, he moved my erection
until it was sticking out of my open fly.  I wasn't expecting his next move
at all.  He leaned forward and took just the tip of me into his mouth,
keeping his eyes on me the whole time.  What he was doing with his tongue
was an overload of pleasurable sensations.  It was too soon after the last
one.  Almost feeling lightheaded, I pulled him away.  He began to speak, but
I put my finger to his lips and shook my head.

	Gently, I eased him down until he was flat on his back.  Now, it was his
turn.  Beginning at his forehead with light sucking kisses, I worked my way
to his ears and neck.  He began to moan softly.  Something very strange was
going on.  Was I going a bit looney?  No, I would just have to try and put
it to the back of my mind.  I had an important mission before me that I had
to complete.  Next were his throat and the hollow at the bottom.  Gerry took
a deep breath.  I licked my way down until I was at the first of his small
nips.  Biting at it lightly, I teased it with my tongue and sucked on it all
at the same time.  A slight tremor went through him as he let out a loud
sigh.  The other nip came next with the same results.  The sporadic pulsing
of his organ was leaving its liquid mark on me.  Tracing the outline of his
firm pecs, I went south over his rippling abs.  Taking the time, each line
of them became wet from my tongue.  He squirmed just a little.  I was at his
navel, really noticing for the first time that he had a severe 'innie', my
favorite.  Should I?  Oh, yes I should.  I was a man possessed.  First, I
licked at it, and then I place my mouth over it and sucked lightly.  The
pulses from his maleness increased against my chest.  Then I really let him
have it with the biggest raspberry I could.  He began to laugh, but held it
in.

	"Todd, you are truly insane.  Why did you do that just when I was feeling
so good?" He asked in a pouty voice.

	"Because, my love, you were getting way too close and this isn't going to
be any 'quickie' this time." I said, looking into his eyes.  He arched his
eyebrows and gave me his sexy look again.

	Moving down the bed, my next stop was the crease of his legs.  My work was
paying off as he moaned again, and I could see the stream of clear fluid
coming from the tip of him.  I went down each thigh and came back up again,
stopping just short of his scrotum.  Slowly, my hands lifted his legs into
the air.  His virgin portal was winking at me, almost expecting something.

	"Mam, you aren't going to do what I think you are?" He asked in a slightly
nervous voice.

	I gave him my most lecherous grin as I attacked the seam behind his
ballsack.

	"Oh," he moaned softly.  I increased the attack there while avoiding his
portal.  His body trembled again.  "Dear, God, that feels so good."

	Now, I was ready for the next to the last attack.  It wasn't easy, but I
opened my mouth as far as it would go and took both of his nuggets in at the
same time.  His body shook and he let out a whimper as I sucked ever so
lightly and moved my tongue over the lightly haired skin.  He had put his
fist to his mouth.  When I could sense that he was too close, I stopped.
His eyes were almost glazed over.  I began to pull gently on his pubes with
my teeth.

	"Please, mam, don't keep torturing me." He whispered.  "I don't know if I
can stand much more."

	Time for the grand finale.  Taking just the tip of my tongue, I traced from
the base to just behind the ridge, cleaning up his ample juices as I went.
First the sides, then the top and finally the bottom side were moist from my
mouth and void of his sweet liquid.  Then, I only allowed the head inside as
I created a firm vacuum.  I worked my tongue under the ridge, then over the
slit.  I did this at a faster and faster pace.  When he was close, I
stopped.

	"No," his voice was hoarse.  It was then that I took all of him, the hard
hot center of him, into me.  When I could feel him at the back of my throat,
I managed to go the extra that was needed and had my nose in his pubic
curls.  His whole body gave a lurch.  "Oh, this is so..." He reacted to me
taking his nutsack and gently squeezing it by sucking into his lungs a large
amount of air.  I began to slowly bob my head and stroke his torso with my
other hand.  He began to whimper, as his muscles became more tense.
Stretching my fingers, I found that I could reach both of his small nipples
at the same time.  I used my nails to lightly scratch at the small points.
That was all it took.  Looking in his eyes, they were almost rolled back in
his head as his body began to thrash and he swelled in my mouth.  I moved
back up the shaft so I could be ready to drink in the essence of my Gerry.
He had placed his fist in his mouth to try and stifle his moans as he went
over edge.  Taking a firmer grip on his balls, he began to fill me with his
love.  Hot, sweet, the seed of the man I loved more than anything was what I
tasted.  I froze, almost unable to breathe, as my orgasm had hit me at the
very same moment as his.  Chills were coursing through my body.  His lower
leg was coated with my love for him.

	We both just lay still for several minutes, holding each other.  Gerry was
looking at me with an expression that was difficult to explain.  A mild
puzzlement mixed with extreme satisfaction was the easiest description.  I
am sure it matched mine, considering what had just happened.  His expression
changed to more puzzlement.  Had he shared it too?

	"Gerry, there's something I have to know."

	He now looked a little scared.  "Todd, did you feel it too?"

	I tried to brace myself for what I am sure sounded like I had totally lost
my mind.  I had to ask him.  "Baby, please don't think I am crazy, but while
we were making love I felt a very strange connection.  Every time I did
anything to you, I was feeling as if it were happening to me too.  At first,
it was just a bit of tingling on my neck.  Then as I worked my way down, it
kept getting stronger.  By the time you finished, it felt as if I was at
that very same point.  Almost like I had somehow done it to myself."  I
looked at him with all of the sincerity I could muster.

	"Mam, how can we explain it?  I was going through the same thing, only from
the opposite end of it.  I could feel my lips, my mouth and my tongue doing
what you were doing.  It almost makes me a little scared."  He said with a
bewildered look.

	"There can only be one answer to what happened."

	"Okay, Todd, please tell me something that makes a little sense."

	"Well, we have known from the very beginning that our relationship was
meant to be.  We felt something that was beyond the ordinary right from the
first look we gave each other.  Remember the fact that I felt no explanation
existed for my desperation about your well being at what had to be the
moment of your accident two months ago.  How can we justify that?  There is
no doubt in my mind that we are what so many people call soul mates.  This
is an extension of that.  The depth of our love for each other is beyond
most known boundaries.  So, what we shared just now is part of how
incredible our being together really is.  It may not happen every time we
make love, but there is no doubt that we are one terrific combination."

	The look of comprehension on his face was clear.  "For as much as we have
shared, I can accept that.  Think that maybe this is part of us making each
other complete?"

	I shook my head.  "Baby, I just don't know.  It's been a real mind blowing
experience for us, to say the least."

	He smirked again, "Well; I am kind of glad that my mind got to share the
experience with another part of me."

	"Oh, you are, are you?"  I raised my brow.

	His face took on a more serious look.  "Todd, after all that has happened;
I have only one thing to say to you.  From this day forth, I will consider
you as my 'other half' that I have heard people say.  But when I say it, I
mean the other half of my soul, my heart and my life."

	There were tears forming in both of our eyes.  To say that you could feel
the love wouldn't even come close to the emotions that we were sharing.  "My
most precious Gerry, you have finally found words that will help us define
who we are when we are together or apart.  You, too, are the other half of
my soul, my heart and my life."

	We looked deeply into each other's eyes as our lips moved forward.  Another
of our wonderful kisses began, but we held the passion part to a minimum.
After several minutes had passed, that had seemed like hours and seconds at
the same time, we slowly eased apart.

	We smiled at each other and I gradually pulled myself away.  He began to
say something, but I put my finger to his lips.  I tossed on my robe and
left the room for a few minutes.  I came back with a warm washcloth and a
towel.  I gently cleaned away the signs of our sharing.  When I was done, I
stretched out next to my man and pulled the sheet over us.  I took him in my
arms and fell asleep as we stared into each other's souls.