Date: Fri, 05 Dec 2008 17:08:57 +0000
From: HANKSTER1430@bellsouth.net
Subject: Love Is Where You Find It Chapt.6

Love Is Where You Find It
Chapter Six

I was in a coma for six days.  I found out later that Larry, Chuck and Brad
took turns holding vigil at my bedside.  My `adopted family' was not about
to leave me alone.  They spoke to me and held my hand. They bathed my
forehead and kissed my lips.  They showed me more love than I deserved and
I was totally unaware of any of it.

I had suffered a brain aneurism.  The doctors believed that it was probably
caused by trauma resulting from the accident, but that couldn't be proved.
I had signed off and relieved the cruise company of further liability
anyway.  I never should have signed the releases without an attorney, but I
had relied on Carl.  The hospital bills were sure to eat up all or most of
my settlement.

The operation had been very delicate.  The doctors were challenged to
remove the sac and not cause any brain damage.  Thank goodness for modern
surgery.  They were able to destroy the aneurism with laser beams.  They
drilled the tiniest of holes in my cranium, just enough to pass the laser
through.

When I finally awoke, Larry was at my bedside.  "Hi," he said.

"What happened?" I asked.  I was frightened and I grabbed his hand.

"You'll be just fine," he said.  "Chuck, Brad and I are taking care of
everything."  I didn't know what he meant, but I found out later.  Brad had
packed up my meager belongings at my apartment and moved them over to my
new apartment.  He arranged with the post office to forward my mail.  Every
few days, he started the motor on my car and let it run for awhile.  When I
had passed my sixth month anniversary at Wendy's as a full time employee, I
became eligible for their health insurance.  Brad made sure that all the
papers were filled out and he submitted them for me.  He did this when I
was being so hateful to him.  The insurance was effective the first of
December before my collapse.  At least eighty percent of the medical costs
were covered.  The remainder cleaned out my money market account.

Since I had been so cruel to Brad, he didn't think it was a good idea for
me to stay with him during my recovery, so Chuck and Larry made
arrangements for me to stay with them.  They had a friend who was a nurse
and he agreed to stay with me when they were at work.

When I was lucid enough to appreciate all the love they were showing me, I
cried silently and thanked God for my new and caring family.

When I first woke up from the coma, Larry called the nurses.  They asked me
all kinds of silly questions, which I answered.  With each correct answer,
I could see the smiles on their faces.  While they were interrogating me,
Larry called Chuck and Brad who rushed right over.  All three stayed with
me until they saw that I was tiring.  Chuck and Larry started to leave, but
I asked Brad to stay behind.  When we were alone, I asked him to kiss me.
His feathery tongue sent shivers through my fragile body, just as it always
did.  Little by little, I remembered how badly I had treated him.  Every
time he came to visit me, I would beg for his forgiveness.

"The doctors told me that the aneurism was probably the cause of your
strange behavior." Brad started to explain to me.  "You acted like you
hated me, but I never believed that.  I just couldn't figure out why you
were dismissing me from your life.  I thought maybe it was because you
didn't want to get involved in a relationship, in a committed relationship
anyway.  I had no idea that an aneurism was playing games with your brain."

"Can you forgive me?" I asked.  "I am aware now that Carl is the biggest
jerk in the world.  I can't believe that I ever loved that loser."

In spite of our `reconciliation' we went through with the plans for me to
recuperate at Chuck and Larry, especially since Matt Crane, the male nurse,
was willing to stay with me as a favor to my two dads.  Matt told me later
that he knew it would be for a short time anyway.  He expected me to
recuperate rapidly.

When I was released from the hospital, Matt helped me up the stairs to the
guest bedroom at my dads' house.  I was walking just fine, but a flight of
stairs was a challenge.  Larry and Chuck always left my door open at night
so they could hear me should I need anything.  Several times during my
three week stay, I heard them making love.  When they made love, I could
clearly hear both of them repeating constantly, "I love you!"  For some
reason that always made me cry and I longed for Brad.

The day came for me to finally return to my new apartment.  When Brad came
to get me one Sunday morning, Chuck and Larry were crying.  They hugged me
like they didn't want to let me go.  I had to remind them that we were
coming on Tuesday evening for dinner, but they kept on crying anyway.

Matt came over also, with a bottle of champagne. "You and Brad can drink a
toast to your new apartment," he said, as he handed me the bottle.  "You're
doing great," he said, and gave me a big hug.

When Brad and I entered the lobby of our building, the rental manager was
there talking to a prospective tenant.  He greeted me warmly and wanted to
know why I had no hair.  He was kidding of course.  Brad had told him all
about my surgery.

"It'll grow back," I promised him.

When I entered my apartment I was stunned.  It was completely decorated,
and I loved it.  The décor was tasteful, classy and certainly not
flamboyantly gay.

"How did you do this?" I asked.

"Hey man, I'm gay.  Several of my friends are decorators and one of them
did this for me.  I had to tell him all about you so he could guess at your
taste.  I think he did a great job."

After viewing the entrance hall, living room and dining room, we went into
the kitchen.  The refrigerator was working as were the phones.  Of course
Brad had arranged for the utility accounts to be opened in my name.  He
thought of everything.  We put the champagne that Matt had given me into
the refrigerator, for later.

We went into the bedroom.  The decorator had given me a king size bed.  The
minute I saw it, I got a momentary vision of making love in that bed, but I
couldn't see who I was making love to.  It did give me ideas, however.

I turned to Brad and began to kiss him.  "Make love to me," I begged.
"It's been so long."

"Are you well enough?" Brad asked.  As usual he thought of my welfare
before his.

"I think so," I answered.  "If I feel that we shouldn't be doing something,
I'll let you know.  I don't need to be a hero."

"Ok," he said, "but I want you to just lie back and let me do all the work.
I want to give you a welcome home present."

"But I want to make love to you too," I objected.

"There's plenty of time, love."

Brad was leaning between my legs and sucking passionately away at my cock.
For the first time in my love making, whether it be Brad, Carl, Jorge or
Gerry, I began to moan, "I love you, I love you Brad."  As I said those
words, my cum filled Brad's mouth and went down his throat.  His mouth did
not release my cock until it was limp, and I was begging for mercy.

We lay wrapped up together for quite awhile until Brad said to me.  "Let's
take a shower.  Then I'll make dinner and we can have the champagne.  I was
so happy lying there in Brad's arms that what he said just wouldn't
register.  All I could reply to him was, "Please sleep with me tonight."

"I'd love to," he replied.

Brad would not let me return to work for another week.  During that time, I
called Brad's decorator friend to thank him for a job well done.  "I guess
you didn't get my bill yet," he joked.  "All Brad does is talk about you.
Nobody can be as perfect as he paints you.  I can't wait to meet you.  Brad
asked me over for dinner Thursday evening so we'll be able to get
acquainted.


"That's fantastic," I said.  "See you then."

Brad and I had dinner at Dad and Pop on Tuesday, and they had all kinds of
goodies for us.  There were theater tickets, and gift certificates to fine
restaurants and fine stores throughout the city.

"Why?" we asked.

"Because we love you," they answered.  More tears.

On Thursday morning I received a bill from Daryl Perkins, the decorator.
He wasn't cheap, but I loved that he had done such a wonderful job and had
saved me the trouble.  I wrote a check to give him that evening.

Also in the mail were my first bank statements from the bank.  I
immediately reconciled my checking account.  I had never done that before,
but the reconciliation form was self explanatory and it worked out fine.
The only outstanding check I had was Daryl's.

I turned my attention to the money market account.  After I paid the
hospital and the doctors for the portion of the bill not covered by my
insurance, all I had left from the original $50,000.00 was $5052.25.
$2700.00 had gone for rent and the balance for medical bills.  But
according to the statement several deposits had been made during the month
and the balance was now $6,750.25.  I had asked Larry to deposit all
interest and dividends to my checking account, but that was before he had
decided on opening a money market account for ready cash.  He must have
changed the instructions.  The additional money represented bond interest
and dividends earned during the month.  I was thrilled.  I had added almost
two months rent to this account in one short month.

Then I turned to a summary of my CD's.  The $100,000.00 was now worth about
$100,400.00 with the accrued interest.  I was no genius, but I quickly
figured out that I had earned approximately $2,100.00 in one month.  If
Brad wasn't making dinner tonight, I would have called him right up, and
taken him to one of the fancy restaurants we had gift certificates to.
Instead, I went outside and drove my car for the first time since my
illness to a nearby bakery.  I bought the most delicious, decadent dessert
I could find.  When I got home, I refrigerated the cake and then I called
Brad.

"Brad Wilkinson," he said when he answered the phone.

"I love you," I said and hung right up.  Then I waited for the phone to
ring.  Fifteen seconds later it rang.  I was not disappointed except I had
to wonder what took him so long.

"You fuck," he said.  "You are simply impossible.  How can you say you love
me and then hang up on me?"

"Oh, didn't I tell you?  I bought dessert for tonight."

"Good, I was going to stop and get something on the way home, but now I'll
have time to fuck you before I start dinner."

"That sounds like a plan to me.  Hurry your ass on home," I implored.

At about 4:00 PM, Brad came into the apartment.  We had each other's keys.
I was naked in bed waiting for him.  He started stripping on his way to the
bedroom and when he arrived all he had on were his socks.  These were
quickly discarded as he joined me in bed.  We immediately wrapped our arms
around each other and just cuddled.

"You feel so good," I said.

"So do you!"

Brad's hands began to wander all over my body.  He didn't really linger
anywhere, but he brushed by every spot he knew pleasured me.  I had left
condoms and lube on my bedside table and he put some lube on his finger.
He inserted it into my ass and began to stretch me out.  Then he lubed a
second finger.  This time he rubbed against my prostate and I began to
moan.

"Now, do it now, please, now," I begged him.  He threw me on my back and
pulled me down so that my ass was at the edge of my bed.  He lifted both my
legs and placed his cock at my opening.

I pulled away.  "You didn't put on a rubber," I said.

"At this point we shouldn't have to," he said.  "I haven't been with anyone
since the day you walked into my life."

"But I have.  There was Carl, Jorge and I am ashamed to admit it, I had a
one night stand just before my collapse.  I always used protection, but you
never know.  Use a rubber now, but let's get tested as soon as possible.  I
don't want to ever have to use those things again.  I am 100% committed to
you, my love."

Reluctantly Brad put on the rubber, but it was worth it.  When his cock
went up my ass and massaged my prostate, I loved him so much, I could
hardly bear the feelings I had for him.  As he pumped me harder and harder
the two of us kept yelling, "I love you!"

I insisted we shower together before Brad went upstairs to start preparing
dinner.  In the shower, Brad fell to his knees and went down on me.  I was
so euphoric in my love for him that I came after only a few strokes.  That
was just as well since Brad had a lot of work to do for tonight's dinner
party.

We dried each other off and Brad just put on his trousers.  He gathered up
the rest of his clothes and took the back stairway up one flight to his
apartment.  As soon as I was fully dressed, I took the cake out of the
refrigerator and used the elevator to go upstairs.  Brad would be angry,
but I intended to help him with his little dinner party.

I let myself in with my key and went right to the fridge with the cake. It
was a battle to make room for it.

"Wait," Brad said.  He removed a pork loin from the refrigerator.  It was
completely garnished and ready for baking.  Brad put it on his counter and
said, "The oven is pre heating we'll pop this in when it's ready."  Now I
had room for the cake.

"I'll set the dining room table," I told Brad.  When Brad saw that I was
setting for three, he stopped me.  "There will be six of us," he informed
me.

"Who else is coming?"

"Well, Daryl's partner George for one, and another couple."

Brad had been out for a long time, and had always lived in San Francisco.
He had a lot of gay friends and I was anxious to meet them.  I happily set
up for six and asked what else I could do.

"Nothing," Brad said.  "Just keep an eye on everything while I go dress."

"I'd rather keep an eye on you," I quipped.

"OK, peeping Tom, join me in the bedroom."  As Brad dressed, I admired his
rippling muscles, and hated when he covered them with his shirt.  I got an
erection when I saw him put on his pants without underwear.  I thought that
I would try that myself.  It looked so sexy. When he was fully clothed, we
hugged each other and kissed.  If I live to be a thousand years old, I will
never stop being thrilled by the way his tongue lightly flicks over mine.
It simply sets me on fire.

I sat at the kitchen table while he basted the pork loin.  Then he removed
a covered dish from the fridge.  It contained potatoes all peeled and ready
for oven roasting.  He deftly added them to the baking pan containing the
pork loin.  Then he took out two aluminum cans from his pantry.  They both
had green beans in them.  He emptied them into a pot and put it on the
stove on a low setting.

Then he went back into the fridge and removed a tray.  The tray contained
six individual servings of shrimp cocktail.  He asked me to put one at each
place setting, and he pulled another dish out of the fridge.  He removed
the saran wrap covering, and placed the dish in the middle of the table.
It contained the cocktail sauce.

"I think I'm all set except for slicing the pork when it's ready," Brad
said.  Just then the doorbell rang.

Brad went to the door with me shadowing him.  It was Daryl and George.  One
of them was a flaming queen and the other was a macho man.  I immediately
assumed that the queen was Daryl, my decorator.  So much for stereotypes!
Brad introduced me to them, and Daryl was the macho one.

I took their drink orders and I was so familiar with Brad's apartment by
now, I knew where everything was.  I fixed them the drinks, and after I
handed Daryl his drink, I reached in my wallet and gave him his check.

"My God," he said, "you sure pay your bills quickly.  I'll be glad to work
for you anytime.  By the way, you are as cute as Brad said you were," and
right there in front of George he pinched my ass.  Fortunately the door
bell rang and I could get away without any awkward comments.

"I'll get it," I yelled to Brad as I was opening the door.

"Surprise!" I heard, and there stood Chuck and Larry.  Their arms were full
of packages.

"This is a surprise," I said.  "What are all those packages?"

"Well, because of your little incident, we missed Christmas and the New
Year's Eve party so we brought these along for a belated celebration."

"But I have nothing for you," I objected.

"Nonsense," Larry said.  "You're alive.  That's our gift."

I helped them put the packages on the hall table and then kissed them
properly.  I introduced them to Daryl and George by their names, but then I
added, "Larry and Chuck are my dads."  George's eyebrows went up at least
an inch.

I knew that my dads would want wine, so I poured two glasses of red wine
for each of them.  I was still on medications so I abstained, and Brad was
too busy being a host to risk drinking any liquor.

"Do I have time to show Dad and Pop the great job Daryl did on my
apartment?" I asked Brad.

"I'll give you ten minutes."

My dads put their drinks on the coffee table, and went downstairs with me.
They were as impressed as I had been with Daryl's skills, and when we
returned they were quick to compliment him.

Daryl joked.  "I love to be lauded, but here's my card in case you want to
use my services."  Larry put Daryl's card in his wallet.

Dinner was wonderful of course.  I refilled George's drink twice more, but
Daryl refused saying that he was the designated driver.  Larry and Chuck
were satisfied with the one glass of wine.

Brad and I cleared the table.  Then Brad said, "I'm putting up coffee and
we have a delicious looking dessert.  While the coffee is brewing let's
open our Christmas gifts."  He got the coffee going and then disappeared
into his bedroom.  When he came out, he had four packages.  I knew
immediately that he had gotten a gift for each dad from each of us.  Is
there nothing this man didn't think of?

Larry gave each of us a sweater and told us we should share.  Chuck bought
us each a dress shirt and a matching tie.  He said we could share also.  I
knew that Brad and I were about the same size and build, but I had never
thought of that in terms of sharing our clothing.  That would certainly be
a plus in our relationship.

Brad gave each dad a half dozen, calf high, dress socks for work.  They
were black of course.  He also gave them two ties each, presumably from me.
They were very conservative as befitted a banker and a professor.

I hated to see the party end, but eventually everyone went home.  I stayed
behind with Brad, and we didn't rest until everything was cleaned up and
stored away.  We placed the leftover food in plastic containers and froze
them.  Finally we collapsed on the couch.

I looked around and said, "You'd never know we had company."

"Sleep here with me tonight," Brad said.

"Was there ever a doubt?" I asked.


To be continued......