Date: Sat, 15 Dec 2001 20:54:20 -0500
From: Todd Grant <redfordtodd1_@hotmail.com>
Subject: Gerry & Todd Chapter 12- Todd's Birthday

	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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	Dear readers, my thanks to all of you, and please do keep in touch.


Todd's Birthday

	It seemed like I had just closed my eyes, when I started feeling very horny
again.  My body was tingling and as I became conscious, I felt my cock in a
warm moist place.  I moaned.  It felt oh so good.  As my eyes slowly opened
to daylight, I looked down to see Gerry's head in my lap and my hard tool
deeply imbedded in his mouth.  I almost shot right there.  I ran my hands
through his hair.

	"Baby, oh my baby, you don't have to do this," I whispered.

	He started doing things to me with his tongue.  I knew I couldn't hold out
much longer.  Then he began to gently squeeze my balls.  That's all it took.
  I tried to pull him off.

	"I'm going to cum, baby, stop, ...don't, ...don't, ...don't stop!" I almost
yelled.

	He refused to pull away, and took my load as well as anyone ever had.  He
pulled up, smiling, with my cum in the corners of his mouth.  Then he stuck
out his tongue and ran it around his lips.

	"Happy birthday, my awesome man," he said lovingly.

	I pulled him up so I could kiss him.  His mouth tasted of Gerry with just a
hint of Essence of Todd mixed in.  We were just getting heated up again,
when a sudden thought struck me.

	"What about all that noise I just made, Gerry?  Bill and Em had to have
heard that.  Hell, the whole neighborhood probably heard."

	Gerry laughed.

	"They went out for a while" he explained.  "It was their idea.  They said
that we should have some alone time this morning and I agreed.  They'll be
back around eleven, or so.  As for the neighbors, too bad I saw you first!"

	He had that smirk on his face again.

	"Do I get breakfast in bed on my birthday?"

	His smirk widened as he turned over and grabbed his hard-on, the tip was
already moist with pre-cum.

	"Will this do?"

	"I guess I'll have the cream before my coffee this time," I said with a
pout.

	His eyes went wide at the expression on my face, and then I made the dive.
In one quick gulp I had him all the way to his pubes.  He moaned long and
low.  There was just enough of a hint of that musky-spermy smell without
being offense.  The look on his face changed quickly as I worked his
boy-cock good while pulling on his balls with one hand and playing with his
nipples with the other.  It only took a few minutes before I felt his body
begin to tense.  His eyes actually rolled back.  He moaned even louder.

	"Oh, God!  Oh my God!  Oh!  Oh!!  Oh!!!" He nearly screamed.

	He tasted so sweet with only a hint of bitter as his hot essence hit my
mouth.  I gently kept up until he grew soft.  I pulled up for one of our
kisses, sharing the flavor of each other.  After several minutes, I pulled
back to catch my breath.

	"Todd, there doesn't seem to be any `connection' today.  Do you think it
was just a one-time thing?"

	"Baby, I have no idea.  We'll just have to see what the future brings to
us."	I let out a big yawn.

	"Just think, it's only eight o'clock."  He said with his smirk.  "We have
almost three more hours left before we have to behave again."

	"I'm not sure I can survive that long with this raving sex maniac next to
me!"

	"A sex maniac am I?" He said wide-eyed.  "And just who is it that has kept
up with me every single time and been ready for more?"

	He had me there.  I gave him my most sorry little boy look I could muster.
He cracked first, and we both ended up laughing long and hard.  As we
quieted down, he gave me a look I didn't quite understand.

	"Todd, the only times that we've been face to face in bed, I'm always the
one on top.  Do you think that maybe this time you could lay down on top of
me?"
	Somehow I `sensed' that this wasn't what it appeared to be, but I ignored
it.  "Are you sure it won't hurt your back?  I couldn't stand it if I ever
hurt you in any way."

	"It should be okay as long as we're careful.  Please, I want to feel the
weight of my man on me.  Please?"

	That gut feeling had become a bit stronger, but I gave in to his request.
Slowly, I eased my body weight onto his smaller frame.  He still wore an
expression I couldn't read.  Lifting his head, he pressed his lips to mine.
This wasn't one of our regular kisses; he seemed to be teasing me as much as
possible with his tongue.  He ran his hands over my back and then down.  It
felt so good when he grabbed my buns in his hands.  Not quite as gentle as I
expected, he rubbed and squeezed both of my cheeks.  As he pulled his lips
away from mine, the strange expression increased on his face.  Staring into
his eyes, I felt his hands leave my fanny.  His eyes narrowed slightly as
first one and then the other of his hands landed back on my ass with a firm
spank.

	"Happy birthday, mam.  That's two with how many more?  Thirty-one?"  He had
such a devilish expression now.  So this was why I had such a feeling that
something was up.  Before I had a chance to react, he landed two more
stinging slaps to my butt.  "That's four.  Think that you're man enough to
handle all of them?"

	I flipped over onto my back bringing him into the top position.  "I don't
think it's a matter of man enough when someone turns the tables on you."

	That was when I found out that his hands were trapped beneath me.  He moved
them just enough to get in a good pinch on each cheek.

	"Ow, just you wait Gerald William O'Neal, your birthday isn't that far
away, and don't think that I will forget this before then."  I said with a
stern look.

	"I was just having some fun."  He was wearing his pouty look again.

	"It's okay, baby.  As long as we know where the starting and stopping
points are."  I had him right where I wanted him.  His legs were between
mine, and trapped.  His hands were still under my butt, and I had just put
an arm around him.  I quickly did a one-armed bear hug and began tickling
him without mercy.  The pinching of my poor posterior began again.  Doing my
best to ignore the pain, I continued my revenge.  Switching hands, I could
attack both sides from the armpits on down across his ribs.  I didn't know
that his voice could get that high, as he almost shrieked from laughter.  He
kept begging me to stop.

	"But, `I was just having some fun`."  I said sarcastically as I gave his
body a rest, turning us onto our sides.

	Giving me his most serious look, he said, "How can I ever trust you again,
Todd?"

	My eyes went wide as I got off of the bed and turned my back to him,
appraising the damage to my heine.  "Trust me?  Look at the bruises on my
poor buns.  It looks like I went to a seafood place and put my butt in the
live lobster tank!"

	Looking first at my face and then at my backside, he let a slight giggle
escape.  "Did I do that?"

	"Yup, that's the price I pay for trying to make you laugh a little."

	"A little?  Do you have any idea how sore my ribs are right now?  And here
you are complaining about a few bruised buns."  He had such an indignant
look on his face.

	It was at that point that I noticed my ribs were aching just a little.
This was getting strange.  I had to know.  "Baby, turn over on your stomach
for just a minute."

	He gave me a wide-eyed look.  "Do you really think I'm going to fall for
that after what I did to you?"

	Just looking at me, he could `feel' that I wasn't about to try anything,
and he nodded.  Silently, he turned over.  I stared in shock, a mild gasp
escaped from me.

	"What's wrong, Todd?"  He saw the expression on my face.  "Tell me."

	"Baby, whatever this `link' is that we're sharing, we are going to have to
be careful."  I gently caressed his buns.

	"Ow, what did you do?"

	"It's not what I did; it's what you did.  While they aren't as bad as mine,
you have bruises on your butt too."

	He gave me an incredulous look.  Tentatively, he reached down and felt his
cheeks.  I could `sense' it when he hit a bruise.  "Wow, how did you figure
this out?"

	I gave him a slight grin.  "You aren't the only one with sore ribs."

	"Just how far do you think that this `link' is going to go with us?"

	"Baby, I have no idea.  With the way we can `sense' each other's emotions
we will have one hell of a time ever keeping something from each other."

[Dear Readers: from this point on the LINK is something that Gerry & Todd
will have constantly, sometimes it will be weaker than at other times as
well as stronger and will only be mentioned when I feel it is important to
the story -it will be set off in brackets- Todd]


	"Todd, there's something I have to tell you."  [I could feel the emotional
change as he got a serious look on his face]

	"Go ahead, baby.  We don't have any secrets." [this was very serious]

	"Well, we always seem to talk in the present or the future, and not much
about things past.  Maybe that's why I've never told you before about when
they first took me to the hospital."

	"Gerry, if you want to tell me now, I'm listening."

	"Todd, it was all my fault.  The accident."  His face had a haunted look.
[his feelings were pouring into me]

"It was almost like a video was running through my head.  All I could seem
to think about was from the time we met until we parted.  It played over and
over.  I wasn't paying attention to the lights, then bam!  I can remember I
hurt an awful lot.  I hurt where I couldn't imagine hurting.  Every nerve in
my body was sending just one message, pain from everywhere.  I thought I was
losing my mind it was so bad.  I felt myself drifting toward a place, the
light, where the pain didn't seem so bad but you weren't there.  When the
pain let up a little, I began to think of you.  Somehow it brought the pain
back.  I was so afraid, but the drifting made me feel better.  I made the
choice that I'd rather have the pain.  I worked it out.  If I thought
really, really hard about you, the pain would let up too.  Not nearly as
much as the drifting, but enough.  I talked to a shrink about it later.  He
said that the drifting toward the light was me dying.  I hurt because I was
holding onto reality.  I promised I would wait for you, Todd, and I did.
The thought of that promise is what made me hang on.  The way you've been
these last two months, nobody could ever want more.  You are my life."

	The tears flowed freely between us as we hugged tightly.  My thoughts
turned to the one big secret I had been keeping from him.  I knew it would
eat at me unless...

	"Oh, Gerry, if you only knew," I sobbed.

	"If I only knew what?  Todd, what is it?" [my emotions were flowing to him]

	I turned away from him, I was so ashamed.

	"Todd, please, whatever it is we can handle it."

	"I'm not so sure you can this time," I whispered.

	"Please, just look at me Todd.  Please, let me help," his voice filled with
desperation.

	Turning my head back to him, he looked so deep into my soul that I began to
let it out.

	"It's my turn to be honest.  The night that we met I wasn't going home
again in a few weeks." I paused, bracing myself for the rest.  "Before I
left Detroit, I sold off most everything I had, or gave it away.  My life
was a disgrace.  I had tried, but had failed, in every attempt at a
relationship with a person.  Male, or female even.  I was a farce.  I
worked, I partied, and I had more than my share of sex.  But there still
wasn't a single thing special about my life or me.  When my mother died in
my arms last year," he squeezed my hand, "I felt as though someone had
poured ice over me and chilled my very soul.  She was the only one who had
truly loved me.  I was totally alone.  My father is a very selfish alcoholic
and my brothers and sisters are no better.  More than one of my birthdays
was spent waiting up for my dad to get home from work.  He got out of work
early enough, but bar closing was far past my bedtime.  ...That Saturday,
after we met, he was almost stumbling down drunk at her grave.  ...If it
weren't for you, I wouldn't be here either."

	I could tell by the look on his face, he still didn't fully understand, or
want to.  He looked deep into my eyes again.  I saw as it dawned on him.  He
looked more horrified than anything I could imagine. [my emotions were
hitting him full force at the same time that his were hitting me]

	"No," he muttered. [my despair was flowing to him]

	I nodded, lowering my head in shame.

	"No!" He almost shouted.  "How could you ever think of doing...?"

	"It was all planned," I said in an even voice.  "I knew the area well.  Not
many miles from where my mother is at rest, there's a beautiful view.  The
green hills in the distance and the big roaring river so far below.  There's
a nice little park right there with a sharp drop behind it.  Not much in the
way to hold back a car from going over.  A quick end to a pretty pointless
life...."

	His expression turned to disgust.  "Well, why didn't you just go ahead and
do it?" He shouted.  "Don't you think I've thought about the same thing?
Fourteen, when my accident happened.  I was an athlete back then.  Didn't
know that, did you?  For years I had trained, ever since I was about eight.
In another year, or so, might have made the Olympic gymnastics team.  I was
that damn good!  Not a day has gone by for these last four years that I
didn't think about doing it.  Until I met you..."

	He just shook his head at me.

	"You're just chickenshit!" He spat in my face.

	"No!" I cried, "I'm not!...  I ...hadn't... met... you!"

	He looked at me as it began to sink in. [he felt the truth in my words]

	"Gerry, once I met you, I felt you truly meant it when you said 'I love
you'.  You spoiled my plans, at a point where I was going to give it all up.
  Instead, I had to leave you that morning, out of respect for my Mum.  I
just had to.  I already felt, somehow, when I saw your car disappear from my
sight that I had to hurry.  Once the service was done, I knew I wouldn't be
going to that little park.  I would be heading back as quick as I could.  I
had a life to share with a very special guy, and we were just starting.  So,
you see, I'm still here because of you, Gerry.  I do love you with all my
heart."

	I could see him thinking it through. [my love for him flowed to him as his
flowed back to me]

	"Todd, what you're telling me is that both of us are alive today only
because of the other?"

	I nodded as we hugged for a long time.  I pushed him back gently and began
to wipe the spit from my face.  He grabbed the nearest thing and began to
wipe my face for me.

	"Todd, I'm so sorry for getting so angry.  Please forgive me.  The thought
of life without you just can't be.  I love you so much that it hurts inside.
  Please promise that you'll never, ever, think about doing that again.  "

	"I forgive you and I promise you, Gerry, I'll never think that way again."
I looked at the cloth in his hand and grinned.  "Will you promise me to
always use your shorts to wipe my face?"

	He looked for the first time at what he had in his hand.  His jockeys.  He
dropped them and then he turned so red. [it was a trip feeling his extreme
embarrassment]


	"Gotcha!" I said with glee.  "Gotcha real good!"

	"Just you wait, Todd O'Donnell!  When you least expect it I will get very
very even!"

	I laughed so hard he picked his shorts back up and began to stuff them into
my mouth to make me quiet.  I began to chew on them.

	"Mmmm.....mmmmm," I mumbled and rolled my eyes.

	"You are so so sick!" He said with a giggle.

	I reached on the floor and handed him my shorts.  He shook his head and
threw them back on the floor.

	"I don't think so, mam," his face showed his lust as he said in a sultry
voice, "I want the real thing."

	I pulled his shorts out and reached down and waved my hard-on at him.  "Is
this what you mean?"

	"Yes, you know damned well it is!"

	"Gerry, such a potty mouth at your age!  You're hurting my virgin ears!"

	He looked at me with a raised brow and a grin.  "So there is some place on
your body that hasn't experienced sex.  Maybe next time I should try
sticking you in the ear with it!"

	"My baby can stick me anywhere he pleases with that beautiful tool of his,"
I said in a low voice.

We had switched gears again.  We were both silent, just staring into each
other's eyes.  So slowly, we moved our lips together as Gerry placed himself
on top of me.  The tenderness of each kiss and the passion that it always
stirred was ecstasy on its own.  This one was no different.  The feel of his
skin against mine added to it.  The warmth, the smoothness.  His hardness
pressing against mine.  I gently traced my hands along his sides, avoiding
any contact with his bandages.  As I reached the swell of his small firm ass
cheeks, he moaned.

	"Please touch me there some more," he said in almost a whisper.

	For the first time, I allowed my fingers to trace his deep crevice.  It
felt so very warm.

	"More..." he sighed.

	I pulled his cheeks apart and grazed my fingers over the pucker I could
feel.

	He moaned, "Oh yes... yes, please."

	I moistened a finger and gently pressed against his virgin opening.  Ever
so slowly, I gained entry into his most sacred place.  Inside the portal it
was so hot and moist.  The portal itself was very very tight.  His moaning
increased as he began to kiss my neck, sending chills all over my body.
After a few minutes passed, I had worked to my second knuckle trying to
stretch the chamber enough to find his special button.  He began to work his
hips against my digit.  Each forward motion made our hard-ons slide together
in our ever-increasing puddle of pre-lube.  At last my finger found his
button.    [the sensation of it was fully shared]  We both moaned loudly as
he bit my neck hard and we reached our climax, again at the same time.  He
continued to move his hips for two more thrusts of my finger against his
prostate and our now exhausted tools against each other.  He moved his mouth
back to mine for a short kiss.

	I pulled back.  "I don't think my heart can take another round quite this
quick, baby."

	He grinned, "I think I have to agree this time, mam."  We just lay there
basking in the afterglow.

	I didn't realize that we had fallen asleep, until I heard Tattoo barking.
Then, I heard the front door open and close.  "Boys, we're home," I heard
Bill call out.

	It was then that I found my digit was still in Gerry's backside.  I started
to pull it out and he stopped me.

	"Please push my button one more time," he whispered.

	I moved my finger and gave his prostate a good rubbing before I pulled it
out.  [again we shared the feeling]  He closed his eyes and moaned softly as
I withdrew.  I felt that we both had full erections yet again.

	"Boys!" Called Em

	"We'll be right out," we said in unison, grinning at each other.

	I began to get out of bed, only to find that we were glued together from
our earlier session, especially our pubes.  As much as we tried not to, we
both gasped in the brief pain of our separation.  Once done, we looked at
each other with a sheepish grin and laughed.

	"I sure didn't know that love would hurt like that!  At least not there!"
He said with his usual smirk.

	"Get used to it," I told him, "love can be a pain in more ways than one."

	"Really?  Tell me more."

	"Well, in the old days of waterbeds that really rolled with every move, I
found that they were also good, during sex, to be great nutcrackers."

	He put on a wide-eyed look.  "Ouch!"

	"No, more like," I raised my voice and crossed my legs and eyes and let out
a high pitched gasp.

	We both laughed like a couple of little kids.