Date: Wed, 25 Jan 2006 11:06:25 EST
From: Grassisb@aol.com
Subject: The Grass is Blue ~ 7

This is my first story. As always, if you're not supposed to be here,
please leave. In other words, if men kissing, fucking, or doing anything
remotely sexual offends, disgusts, or angers you then you should get out of
here. This story includes sex between two men. But it is at heart, a love
story. Plenty of sap, romance, and professions of love. So be warned. This
work is copyrighted and may not be used without explicit permission from
the author.

Comments, suggestions, complaints are all much appreciated and welcomed at
grassisb@aol.com.

Thank you to everyone who has sent encouraging notes and suggestions so
far. It means a lot.  Keep them coming. I love hearing from all of you.

Also I thought I should mention that while David and Sam do not use
protection in this story, you should. This is fiction where most things end
happily. Alas life is not always the same. Better be safe than sorry.

And finally, much thanks and gratitude to Ron, who edited and proofread
this chapter. He's continues to be a faithful fan and I thank him for his
assistance and support.

"The Greatest Gift of All" - Dolly Parton

Enjoy,
Anthony

~~~~~~~~~~

Present Day

How hard could it possibly be to dial a number? I sat there with this
flimsy little card in my hand and started to dial for what had to be the
thirtieth time in an hour. And then of course when I got to the last number
I chickened out. Why in the flying fuck was this so hard?

I put down the phone and realized that there were so many other urgent
things I needed to attend to. Didn't the liner paper in the cabinets have
to be replaced? And I really should sort through my Golden Girls
memorabilia. "Shit." I whined and threw a pillow across the room.

Suddenly my door burst open. My son had a worried look on his face.

"Everything okay Dad?"

I smiled shyly. "Yeah. Sorry. I'm just frustrated about something kiddo." I
patted the bed, motioning for him to sit down. "Whatcha' doing?"

He plopped down. "Homework."

I raised an eyebrow. "Still?"

"Yeah." He looked a bit frustrated himself. "Some math sh..." I glared at
him. He'd suddenly discovered cursing. "Stuff." He said correcting himself.

I ruffled his hair. Yes, I still did that. "You need help?"

He smiled. "No. I can do it." We sat there in silence for awhile. "So did
you call him yet?" He said this with a smirk.

"Been talking with your Uncle Greggy huh?" And with that I grabbed him and
started tickling him silly.

"Stop. Dad. Please." He said in between laughs.

I stopped. "I love ya kiddo."

He smiled at me. "Love you too." And then I was whacked in the head with a
pillow. "But you should still call him." He got up smirking. "I'm gonna go
finish my homework." And he placed the phone in my hands.

I sighed and going for no guts, no glory I dialed the number. Three rings
later, a familiar voice came on the line.

"This is Jack. Leave a message."

"Hey Jack. This is David. We umm... we met at the Grieving..."

And suddenly I was interrupted by one of those obnoxiously loud beeps that
happen when you answer the phone while the answering machine was still
going.

"Hello... I'm here." He sounded anxious. He sounded nervous. Finally the
machine went off.  "David?"

I smiled. "I'm here."

"So... how are you?" He asked.

"Good. You?"

"Well my son just decided to use his bedroom wall as a canvas for his
latest painting masterpiece..." He laughed. "But other than that, I'm real
good."

I laughed and nodded. "You have a son?"

"Yep. He's six." He hesitated for a second. "He... he's Kayla's twin."

Oh God. "I didn't know. I'm..." What do you say. Sorry?

He interrupted me. "It's okay." He said genuinely and I was glad I hadn't
offended him. "Listen, I gotta get the paint off the wall before it ruins
it. But I was thinking if you wanted to go for that coffee, maybe tomorrow
night?" He asked.

I smiled. "That'd be wonderful." Did I sound too eager? "Let's say sevenish
at Starbucks?" I asked.

He laughed. "Nah. I hate Starbucks."

"Me too." I smiled. "I only suggested it because I thought all New Yorkers
had to like Starbucks."

He laughed heartily. God how I could learn to love that laugh. "How about
we just do dinner then?"

I was going to suggest dinner but I was afraid that it'd seem too much like
a date. "Sure dinner would be good. Do you like Spanish?" I asked.

"Love it."

I smiled. "Good. Tio Pepe's. It's on West Fourth."

I could hear the smile in his voice. "I'll see you there." And then he hung
up.

I'll be damned, I thought. I have a date.

~~~~~~~~~~

Chapter Seven ~ The Greatest Gift of All

             Dawn is slowly breaking, our friends have all gone home
                   You and I are waiting, for Santa Claus to come
               There's a present by the tree, stockings on the wall
        And knowing you're in love with me, is the greatest gift of all.

~~~~~~~~~~

"Daddy. Look at that! Isn't that the coolest thing ever?"

I can't tell you how many times I heard that phrase during our
vacation. Not that I would have had it any other way. He was having a
ball. And I'd be lying if I said that Sammy and I weren't either. Disney
World is just... addictive. It's corny and sappy but it's so much fun. We
were on the Peter Pan ride.

I ruffled his hair and laughed. "It is bud."

He smiled back at me as the ride was coming to an end. "I'm glad we came
here."

"Me too." I told him as we waited to get off the ride.

I scooped him up in my arms because I didn't want him walking on those
motorized moving sidewalk things. We made our way back to the front
entrance of the ride where Sammy was sitting on one of the benches. He saw
us coming and smiled at me. It was one of those "How lucky are we?"
smiles. Mikey ran over to him and by the time I'd gotten there, he'd
already filled him in on the wonders of Peter Pan's Flight.

"And Captain Hook gets eaten by the croc... croc..."

Sammy laughed. "Crocodile?"

Mikey looked up at him with that amazed look. "Yep. He was bad so the
croc... that thing ate him." And then he buried his face in Sammy's chest.

I sat down next to them and put my arm around Sammy.

"What'd you say we head back to the hotel so he can take a nap." I
whispered. And then I smiled. "And maybe we can... play a little bit too."

He laughed. "What kind of playing are we talking about here?"

I leaned over and whispered in his ear subtly brushing my tongue against
his lobe. "The fun kind."

"Can I play too." I looked down to see Mikey smiling.

I picked him up and twirled him around while he squealed with
delight. "This from the boy with ears like a hawk." I hoisted him up over
my head and had him sit on my shoulders.

He looked down at me. "You won't drop me. Right?"

I smiled up at him. "Nope. We wanna keep you."

He looked over at Sammy. "You do?"

Sammy stood up smiled. "Yep, buddy we sure do."

~~~~~~~~~~

"I hate these stupid card thingies." I said as I fumbled with the card key
to our room.

Sam had Mikey in his arms. He'd already conked out on the monorail ride
back to the hotel.  We were originally planning on staying in one of the
smaller hotels but when my sister found out we were going she informed us
that one of her best clients had an "in" here. So suddenly we were upgraded
to a two-bedroom suite at the Grand Floridian. The hotel was hideously
expensive but also gorgeous. It did cater mainly to honeymooners and
couples but Mikey loved it and the staff was very attentive and very
kind. A little too kind. I was beginning to think some of these staff
members were on acid, the way they were always telling you to "... have a
magical day."

I was still fumbling with the card when I felt a hand pinch my ass.

Sammy smiled devilishly at me. "Would you hurry it up. I'm so horny."

I laughed and finally was able to get the goddamned door open.

I took Mikey from him. "You go get naked and I'll put him down for a nap."
And with that I smacked him on his ass as he walked away.

I carried Mikey into the smaller bedroom and laid him down on the bed,
taking off his shoes and socks. I covered him with his blanket and kissed
his forehead. I stood up and looked at him as he lay there. Smiling, I bent
down and kissed his cheek.

"Love ya kiddo." I knew he was sleeping but it didn't hurt to say it again.

I walked into the bedroom connecting to Mikey's and found my other favorite
guy sound asleep on the bed.

I smiled.

Slipping off my jeans and shucking my shirt I laid down next to my lover. I
kissed his temple.  "Love you too babe."

And then out of nowhere I was skillfully rolled over and pinned against the
bed with Sammy looking down at me with a Cheshire Cat grin.

"Tricked ya." He said with childlike enthusiasm as he started to nibble at
my neck.

I looked at him and smiled.

He looked up at me. "What?"

I shrugged. "Nothing. Just happy I guess." I ran my hands down his
back. "In Disney World with my two favorite guys in the whole world." I
beamed. "My cup overfloweth."

He laughed. "Don't be feedin me any of that hifalutin' Shakespeare now."

"Shut up." I laughed.

"Make me."

"Hmm. I think I can find something to fill your mouth with."

He busted out laughing. "But that ain't hardly a mouthful."

"You little shit." And with that I set in on tickling the crap out of
him. "Give up?" I taunted playfully as I tickled his underarms. And then I
stopped.

"What is that?" I asked suddenly worried.

"What's what?" He asked confused.

I held my hand directly under his armpit. "This." And as I pressed on it,
he winced. "It hurts?"

He shook his head. "No. I've had that for years."

For some reason I didn't believe him. "Really?" I said as he straddled my
waist and was wiggling on my hardening cock. "Stop." I said placing my
hands on his hips. "I'm serious. That thing is hard as a rock."

He grinned. "I know. So why won't you let me take care of it."

I wasn't getting anywhere. I glared at him. "We need to get it checked
out."

He must have sensed that I wasn't kidding. "Okay. Jeez. You sure know how
to ruin the moment." He said a little bitterly. And with that he got up and
walked into the bathroom.

Shit! I got up and followed him. He was standing in front of the mirror,
his head in hands.

I stood behind him and wrapped my arms around his chest, resting my head on
his. I placed a kiss on his neck.

"It's nothing." He said quietly.

"Okay." I said wanting to believe him but still not being able to. "But..."

"I'll get it checked out when we get home." His mood had picked up a
little. "I promise." He turned around to face me. "I'm sorry I snapped at
you."

I smiled and nuzzled his face. "S'okay." I placed a light kiss on his
lips. "I just got nervous."  And the truth was I started to get more
nervous as I started to remember things. Why was he so tired all of the
time? Why'd he look pale all the time? And his appetite had shrunk to
practically nothing.

"Stop." He whispered knowing what I was thinking. "I'll make an appointment
as soon as we get back home." He smiled and held his hand to his
chest. "Cross my heart."

I smiled. I couldn't help it. His smile was so damn infectious. "Okay."

He pulled me in for a kiss. He placed my hands on his ass and started to
grind his now hard cock into mine. I got the picture. I slipped my hands
down the waistband of his boxers and starting kneading his rock hard
ass. He grabbed one of my arms and brought my hand to his mouth and I
placed kisses all over his neck. He started to suck greedily on my middle
finger and I took his left nipple in my mouth. As he lubed my finger with
his spit, I made my way down his stomach, giving his belly a thorough
tongue bath.

I was about to dive down on his cock when he pulled me up and shoved his
tongue back in his mouth, again leading my hand back to his. Getting the
idea, I started to playing with his ass with the finger he'd lubed.

"Just like that." He moaned through the kiss.

"Want to me to fuck you here?" I asked playfully already knowing the
answer.

"Oh yeah." He said smiling.

I picked up and placed him on the counter in front of the mirror. Placing
his legs on my shoulders, I continued to open him up.

He looked up at me. "It's okay. I'm good. Go for it."

I looked down at him skeptically. "You sure."

"Yep."

I placed my cock at the entrance of his hole and leaned down to kiss him. I
eased my way in and before I knew it, my cock had popped in.

"Oh fuck." I hissed. "Your ass feels so good."

He smiled goofily at me. "Why thank you."

I laughed and continued my thrusts slowly longdicking him for about ten
minutes.

His hands reached up to play with my chest. "Oh fuck. That feels good
babe."

And it sure the fuck did. But I could tell he was getting close and I was
ready to cum any second.  I looked down at him. "I'm gonna cum first." I
told him, my eyes glazed with lust. "Then you're gonna cum in my mouth."

"You won't see me objecting to it." He said panting.

Three fast thrusts later and my cock started shooting deep inside him.

"Oh God yes." He shouted.

Pulling out gently, I took my lover's rock hard cock in my mouth and
seconds later he was filling me up. A bit of it leaked out onto my hand. I
brought it to my lips and seductively licked the rest away.

I smiled down at Sammy. "Finger licking good."

~~~~~~~~~~

"Do we have to go home?" Today was our last day in Florida and Mikey was
none too happy about it.

"We'll be back to see Mickey." Sammy told him as he buckled his
seatbelt. He was sitting in between us.

I ruffled his hair. "Plus we gotta get back to put up the tree and do
Christmas shopping."

That seemed to placate him a bit. He yawned. "Daddy I'm tired."

I lifted the little arm partition and he laid his head down resting his
legs in Sammy's lap. The stewardess passed by and smiled at us.

"He's adorable." She said. "How old?" She asked.

"Four." Sammy beamed. "He's just coming down from a Disney high."

"I can see that." She reached up into the overhead compartment and grabbed
a blanket. "Here you go." She smiled and moved on down the aisle.

"We've got a ton of Christmas shopping to do." Sammy said yawning.

I smiled. "Don't worry about it. We've got two weeks."

He laughed. "I don't want to be in the store on Christmas Eve this year."
He thought for a minute. "We should do Christmas Day at our place this
year."

I nodded. "Sounds good to me. I'll check with my mom." I took his hand in
mine. "Shouldn't be a problem." He looked tired. "Why don't you close your
eyes for awhile."

"Wake me up in twenty minutes. I don't wanna leave you up by yourself." He
said.

I smiled. "Don't worry about it. I got my book to read. And I've gotta
grade some papers." I caressed his hand. "Besides. I got my two favorite
men right next to me."

He closed his eyes and smiled. "I love you David."

"Longer than..."

"Always." We both said in unison.

I tried reading and I tried grading but I couldn't concentrate. Instead I
put all of my stuff away and sat there thinking. Have you ever had a
horrible feeling? You know you might be overreacting or over exaggerating
or being a drama queen or whatever but you still couldn't kick this feeling
you have.

Every night after I discovered that hard mass or lump or whatever it was
under Sammy's underarm, I'd lie awake at night after he fell asleep and
feel his entire body gently to see if there were any others. Last night, as
he and Mikey raided the gift stores in Downtown Disney one last time, I
searched the web on my laptop to see what I could find. Of course they all
said that a lump didn't necessarily constitute worry. That didn't make me
feel any better.

I didn't want to push the issue any farther because I'd seen how upset he'd
gotten the other day. I just... I just wanted to make sure that everything
was alright. When we got home, I'd make sure he saw the doctor and make
sure that everything was okay. It would be alright. I knew it would.

~~~~~~~~~~

"Oh wow. Look at this Uncle Greg." Mikey said holding up the video game he
just opened. "We can play this after I'm done."

Greggy smiled at him. "Sure thing kiddo." He looked over at me. "Thanks for
letting me come over." He said sadly.

Sammy got up from his spot on the couch next to me and went to sit with
Greg on the love seat.  "You're family here. You come and go when you
want." He said rubbing his back. "Besides the jackass doesn't know what
he's missing."

"I agree with Sammy here." I chimed in.

"Me too." Came the reply from the little boy in flannel pajamas greedily
munching on a candy cane.

Greggy laughed. "You do? Well I'm glad kiddo." He reached for the bag next
to him. He pulled out three wrapped gifts for Mikey and an envelope for
Sammy and me. After sitting down on the floor, he handed Sam the envelope.

"This is for you guys. I didn't know what to get you."

Sammy opened the envelope and in it was a gift certificate to Tavern on the
Green. An open ended gift certificate.

I looked at it. "Are you out of your f..." My son's ears perked
up. "...freaking mind. You can't afford this."

Greggy laughed. "Don't worry about it." He was helping Mikey open a box
he'd given him.  "Plus that gift also includes a night of babysitting from
yours truly." He said grinning. I was glad he seemed to be getting into a
better mood.

"I wanted this movie." Mikey shrieked when he saw Greggy had bought him
"Peter Pan." He'd worn out the tape we had because he'd watched it so much.

Greg scooped him up in his arms and blew raspberries on his neck. "I wonder
who told me that six thousand times before Christmas."

Sammy laughed. He sat down next to me and cuddled closer. "So um... you
didn't get me nothing." He said doing his best to pout.

I pretended to think. "Hmm. I knew I forgot someone." Mikey and I had this
all planned out. He smiled at me and ran into his bedroom to get the bag of
gifts we'd hid in his closet.

Greggy sat on the floor with his back leaned against the couch. I retrieved
a box from the side of the couch and threw it to him.

"This is for you, you big ol' drama queen." I said smiling.

He caught the box and opened it. We'd gotten him tickets to see "Annie Get
Your Gun" and "Les Miserables." Those were his two favorite shows. Plus he
was a huge Bernadette Peters fan.

His eyes lit up. He got up and squeezed himself in between us on the couch.

"What would I do without you guys?" He asked smiling.

Sammy laughed. "Find another incredibly handsome, smart gay couple..."

"...With the cutest kid in the world." I chimed in.

Greggy laughed. "Thank you." He said genuinely. "Not just for the gifts but
for everything. I love you guys." He said as he pulled Sammy and me into a
group hug.

I smiled as he got up. "No prob bud. We love ya too."

Just then Mikey came barreling into the living room with two shopping
bags. I'd only hid one.

Sammy busted out laughing. "You had the same idea as me?" He asked shocked.

I smiled. "Great minds think alike."

Mikey handed me a bag and then handed one to Sam.

"I got you guys something too." He said happily.

I looked at him. "You did?"

He laughed. "Yep." And with that he handed Sammy and me each a box and then
handed one to Greg too.

"You bought me something too kiddo?"Greggy asked, obviously touched.

Mikey hugged him. "I love you Uncle Greg."

I smiled at our son's politeness.

Greggy gave him a hug and pulled him into his lap. "I love you too kiddo."
He said kissing his forehead. "Wanna help me open this."

I smiled and looked over at Sammy. "You do this?"

He shrugged. "Not me." He said as he started to undo the wrapping. I did
the same with mine but before either of us could open them I heard Greggy
shriek.

"Jesus. Are you guys crazy? I can't take this." He asked as he held up the
watch. I opened mine and saw that it was no cheap watch either. It was
Brietling. Apparently a special edition. My sister. It had to be. I looked
over and Sammy had one identical to mine.

Mikey looked hurt and ran to his bedroom. I went to go after him but Greggy
stopped me.

"Shit. I'm sorry. I just... this is too much." He said fingering the watch.

Sammy smiled. "That's Isabel for ya. She knew we'd protest if these were
from her so she made them from Mikey." He said.

I laughed. "We'll deal with her later."

Greggy grinned shyly. "I'll go get him and apologize." He said turning and
making his way to Mikey's bedroom.

I plopped back down on the couch and Sammy sat down next to me. "So you
didn't open my gifts." He said.

I sat up and reached for the bag. Inside was a card. I opened it and read
it aloud.

"There are so many ways I could show my love for you. These are mere
tokens. The most important gift to me this Christmas is that I have
you. Love, Sammy." I finished as I felt a tear fall down my cheek.

I pulled his head to me as I kissed him. "I love you too baby. So much."

He pulled back from me and smiled. "Now its time for gifts."

I opened mine first while my guys looked on. Mikey had accepted Greg's
apology and they were seated on the floor. Sammy got me three new sweaters
and three button down shirts to go under them. And he bought me a new pair
of reading glasses. In the third box was a white gold pendant on a chain. I
looked at the inscription that read. "Longer than always."

I smiled. "Thanks sweetheart." I kissed him softly. "Open yours now."

The first thing he opened was the new Dolly Parton CD, "Hungry Again." He
already had it but I'd won an autographed copy off e-Bay. He grinned at me.

"Keep going." I said smiling.

The next one he opened was the spice rack he'd practically been salivating
over at William Sonoma. It was hideously expensive but it was for Sammy. He
shrieked with delight over this one.

"There's one more." I taunted.

He smiled as he opened the last box. Inside was one of those cheesy spike
studded dog collars.

He looked at me strangely. "Are we trying new things?" He asked smiling
confusedly.

I got up and went into the kitchen where Greggy had hid the box he brought
this morning.  Picking the puppy up I smiled and walked back into the
living room where my husband and son both almost had a heart attack.

"A dog?" Sammy laughed. "I knew it."

"Bull." I said smiling. "You pouted all the way home the other day when I
said we didn't have room for a dog."

He turned to Mikey. "You know about this you little sneak."

Mikey shook his head wide eyed. "Nope." He walked over and petted the
little Dalmatian puppy.  "We get to keep him?"

I looked down at him and smiled. "Yep kiddo. We do."

~~~~~~~~~~

"What are you gonna name him?" My father asked Mikey as he bent down to pet
the dog. "He's gotta have a good name."

"I don't know Grandpa. I gots to think about it." He said scurrying off
with the dog.

My dad let out one of those hearty baritone laughs he gave when Mikey
amused him.

I walked over and gave him a hug. "Merry Christmas Pop."

He kissed my cheek and handed me another shopping bag.

"Where's Mom?" I asked as I took it from him.

He smiled. "With your sister waiting for the elevator." He shook his
head. "You live on the third floor. Would it kill them to get some
exercise?" He asked.

"Yes." They both said in unison as they came up behind him.

It still amazed me how much my mother and sister looked alike. Isabel
looked beautiful in a pair of black slacks and silk red blouse. My mother
had on a beautiful green blouse with a pair of creme pants.

"David." She said hugging me tight. "Merry Christmas sweetheart."

I smiled. "Merry Christmas Mom."

I moved to my sister. "I'm not talking to you."

She grabbed me in a hug. "I'm loaded David. I don't have a husband. I don't
have a kid. So I get to spoil my three favorite fairies and my favorite
little boy." She said smiling. "Merry Christmas little brother."

I smiled. "Is. Those watches..."

"Cost more than you make in a month. So what?" She said laughing. "You
deserve to have nice things."

And with that she made her way into the kitchen where Sammy, Greggy and my
mother had already began the cooking process.

I felt two arms wrap around me and a chin rest on my shoulder.

"Thought you were heading the kitchen crew." I asked my lover.

He laughed. "I snuck away for a minute." He said. "Just in case I don't get
to tell you today, I love you more than life itself. And you're the best
present I've ever received."

I turned to kiss him quickly on the lips. Then I winked at him and smiled.

"Longer than always Sammy." I whispered hugging him to me. "Longer than
always."

~~~~~~~~~~

	      The fire is slowly fading, chill is in the air
	    All the gifts are waiting, for children everywhere
	     Through the window I can see, snow begin to fall
       Knowing you're in love with me, is the greatest gift of all.

~~~~~~~~~~

Well Christmas has been over for some time but oh well. This one was
sappier than usual. But I wanted to make this one extra happy as the next
one won't be. Should be out soon. Thanks again to all the readers and Ron,
thanks again.