Date: Wed, 20 Dec 2006 19:27:41 -0800 (PST)
From: John Josept <wildgate1@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Naked Surfer/Chapter 22

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Disclaimer

The following story deals with explicit gay sex between men. If this type
of material offends you, or you are under the age allowed by the state or
region you reside in or you live in an area where this type of material is
not legal, you must please leave and not go any further.

This is a work of fiction meant for private enjoyment and in a fictitious
world as this is, HIV, AIDS and other sexually transmitted diseases do not
exist, and so safer sex is not needed. Unfortunately, in the real world
these diseases do exist, so please do yourself a favor and everyone you
come in contact with, practice safer sex, use a condom.

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I dedicate this and everything I do to my partner, who goes through hell
just to be with me.

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The Naked Surfer
Chapter 22
by John Josept

	Michael stood just inside the door of Charlie's apartment, stunned
and speechless at what he saw in front of him. There sat Charlie naked on
the couch as a strange man Michael vaguely remembered knelt between his
legs with Charlie's dick in his mouth.

	Charlie was so stoned he was unaware that Michael had walked into
the apartment and Steven was too engrossed in Charlie's cock to notice
anything around him.

	Michael's eyes moved to the coffee table and saw it littered with
cocaine, several bottles of poppers, various drug paraphernalia, along with
large baggies of Crystal Meth, Crack, Speedballs, and empty bottles of Jack
Daniels. That's when Michael's blood began to boil.

	"You fucking son-of-a-bitch," Michael gasped out loud. Charlie and
Steven snapped their heads toward Michael.

	"Oh fuck no, oh god, oh no, Michael," Charlie panicked. He pushed
Steven off him and tried to get up. But the drugs overpowered him and as
soon as he stood up he fell to the floor.

	Michael stood over him and held the bouquet of yellow roses in one
hand. He looked down at Charlie as the roses slipped from his hand and
landed in a pile on the floor.

	"Oh Michael, oh god I'm sorry, he's, he's nothing to me," Charlie
tried to talk, but it just came out slurred.

	Michael bent down and cupped Charlie's face in his hands.

	"I don't give a shit about him. It's the fucking drugs, Charlie,
the drugs!" Michael yelled angrily.

	"Now look, I don't think there is any reason..." Steven began to
say.

	"You shut the fuck up, or so help me..." Michael said with his fist
poised ready to punch Steven if he uttered another word. Steven cowered
back into the sofa.

	"Charlie, you ruined it all," Michael said practically in tears.

	"No, No, Michael I can stop, honest," Charlie pleaded, but still
couldn't talk clearly.

	"It's over Charlie," Michael said as he stood back up, "you can
just go to fucking hell!"

	Charlie tried to get up, but fell back down to the floor.

	"Look at you, you're pathetic," Michael said with disgust, "I could
have forgiven anything Charlie, even that asshole over there, but drugs, no
way, babe, its over." Michael lost his breath and gasped. "Oh God, Charlie
... it's over." Michael held back his tears.

	"No Michael, please don't say that, I love you," Charlie
slurred. His head was spinning. He tried to get on his feet. He felt dizzy
and fell back down again.

	Michael turned to leave the apartment, but turned back and looked
at Charlie.

	"You wanted to know how Kevin died, Charlie? ... He OD'd on the
same shit you have there ... You bastard," Michael said as he turned to
leave the apartment; he wanted to cry, but he couldn't, the tears wouldn't
come.

	"Oh God, Michael, I didn't know, I swear I didn't know." Charlie
struggled to his feet and tried to catch Michael, but he couldn't walk fast
enough. Michael was out the door and down the stairs. He got into his car
and pounded his fists on the steering wheel. He started the car, stepped
hard on the gas pedal that caused his tires to squeal and burn rubber, then
drove away.

	Charlie staggered out of the apartment and began to run down the
stairs, but Steven grabbed him.

	"Charlie, come back in, you're naked. Come on, I will give you
something to make it all go away," Steven said. He figured now he had
Charlie all to himself.

	Charlie breathed heavy as he and Steven walked back into the
apartment.

	"I gotta find him," Charlie said as he picked up his T-Shirt and
tried to put it on, but his arms became twisted in the fabric.

	"Here let me help you," Steven said as he untangled Charlie's arms
from the T-Shirt and put it on him. "Hmm, Charlie, I love your body,"
Steven said as he ran his hand under Charlie's T-Shirt and down to his soft
dick in an effort to entice him.

	"Fuck you," Charlie slurred and pushed Steven away. He could hardly
stand up. His heart raced and he found it difficult to breath.

	"I'll call him," he muttered as he picked up the phone and tried to
dial Michael's number, but the drugs and alcohol ruled and his fingers and
his mind would not coordinate.

	He breathed heavier and faster, then tried to dial again, but still
he couldn't do it. Each time he tried he got more frustrated and more
aggravated. His anger built up because the "phone wouldn't work".

	"Fuck," Charlie whispered as his hands shook, then he thought of
Chase and decided to call him. He started to dial, but he still could not
get the numbers right.

	"Fuck!" he screamed in a violent rage, then threw the phone against
the wall and shattered it in pieces. The violent mood swings were just
another sign of Charlie addiction.

	Steven sat on the sofa and cut several more lines of coke. "This
will make you feel better, Charlie. Calm down and come sit next to me."

	Charlie looked at the drugs and his fogged brain reasoned if he
took more his head will clear, so he sat down and snorted two more
lines. He rubbed his nose and sat back in the sofa. Steven handed him a
half empty bottle of Jack Daniels and Charlie drank about half of what was
left. He blinked his eyes several times as the room started to spin; he
felt sick. He looked at Steven.

	"You fucker, what have you done to me," Charlie's words ran
together, "get out, get out of here before I kill your ass."

	"Now Charlie, you can't be left alone right now. Your boyfriend
abandoned you, but I won't." Steven tried to kiss him, but Charlie pushed
him away, again.

	"Get out, Get out, Get out!" Charlie repeated louder and louder
with clinched fists.

	"Ok Charlie, you win. I'll leave," Steven said as he began to dress
up. He saw the quick change in Charlie's mood and was afraid that Charlie
would become too violent and he didn't want to be in his way when that
happened.

	Charlie sat there and stared into nothing. He felt sick; his
breathing became more rapid.

	"I'm going to go now Charlie," Steven said, "I will come by
tomorrow to check on you."

	Charlie just continued to stare straight ahead as Steven walked out
the door. He moved his head and the room began to spin, again. He picked up
the bottle of Jack Daniels and drank until it was empty. He struggled to
take a deep breath, then let the bottle fall from his hand. It slid off the
sofa and onto the floor.

	He felt like he was about to get sick, so he got up, stumbled into
the coffee table, and knocked it over which sent the drugs and
paraphernalia to the floor. The cocaine and empty bottle of booze landed on
top of the yellow roses that Michael brought for him. Charlie looked at the
spilled drug.

	"He brought me flowers," he said and picked up one of the
blooms. He was nearly in tears, but this only made him feel sicker.

	Charlie gained his balance and headed for the bathroom. He got to
the door and steadied himself. He started to gag, put his hand over his
mouth, then lurched for the toilet and bent over. As his head went down, he
got dizzy, lost his balance again, and fell backwards, landed on his butt,
and hit his back and head against the wall.

	He found it hard to breath, then he gagged and vomit spewed from
his mouth, down his chin and landed on his T-Shirt; some even projected
onto his genitals. He couldn't get up; then he gagged again and heaved on
his shirt. Twice more he did this and just sat on the floor unable to
move. He heaved again but this time a trace of blood was mixed with the
vomit. It was then he lost bladder control and pissed on the floor where he
sat.

	Charlie had reached a low point in his life, again. Last time he
almost died from an accidental overdose. This time he didn't want to live,
but was too stoned to do anything about it. He just sat there and stared
straight ahead.

	"I'm so fucked up ... Michael's left me," Charlie said out loud as
his eyes slowly closed and he slumped into unconsciousness. He sat with is
legs spread wide open in a large pool of his piss and covered in his vomit
and dots of blood; the total degradation of too many drugs and too much
alcohol. His hand still clutched the yellow rose.

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	It was two in the morning and Gerald sat naked on the living room
sofa. He couldn't sleep. The past few days his life had changed. He was
happy for the first time in a long time. He wished Nick were there with
him. He wanted to wake up in his arms someday, but he didn't know with
Donnie, whether that would happen any time soon.

	He heard voices coming from the upstairs bedroom. Apparently, Chase
couldn't sleep and had inadvertently awakened Daniel. Gerald got up from
the sofa and went to the stairs to ease drop on his friends, again.

	"What's wrong babe," he heard Daniel say to Chase.

	"I can't sleep, sorry I woke you."

	"That's ok, do you want to talk about it?"

	"Its just all that Chelsea said yesterday. Things are changing so
fast around us. To top it off, I don't see Charlie very much anymore
because of Michael and now Devin and Shelby are getting married and going
to have a kid. Shit," Chase said all wound up, "I know its stupid cause its
all good things that are happening now."

	Daniel didn't say anything. He let Chase do the talking.

	"What if I can't do all the things I'm supposed to do with this
photography crap?" Chase sat up in bed, then ran his hands through his
blond hair, then lay back down. "I don't know anything about this,
Daniel. What if I fail, What if things go wrong, what if..."

	Daniel gently put his fingers on Chase's lips.

	"You can't live your life on "What if's", Daniel said.

	"Yeah I know."

	"Do you know who first told me that?"

	"No who," Chase replied.

	"You did," Daniel said with a smile.

	"Oh yeah, I did," Chase grinned.

	"We don't know how this is going to turn out, Chase, but we have to
do this. The road is paved for us to try. We'll either pass or
fail. Whatever it is, we'll do it together."

	Chase took Daniel in his arms and Daniel laid his head on his
chest.

	"Yeah, I know. I'm just feeling a bit weird."

	"That's because you are weird," Daniel said as he lifted his head
and rolled on top of his lover and began to kiss him.

	At the bottom of the stairs, Gerald sat and listened to the two
lovers upstairs as they kissed. His dick was hard and he began to
masturbate.

	Daniel broke their kiss and looked into Chase's eyes.

	"I love you babe, and we'll get through this."

	Daniel didn't give Chase a chance to reply because he buried his
tongue down Chase's throat. Chase ran his hands up Daniel's back, then down
to his hard butt cheeks and squeezed them tight, then pushed him into his
crotch.

	Daniel let go of Chase's mouth and began to move downward toward
his lover's hard cock.

	Chase began to moan loudly, while down on the stairs the ease
dropping Gerald masturbated with his left hand and ran his right hand over
his defined body. He stopped at his nipple and tweaked it.

	Daniel maneuvered down to Chase rock hard erection and swallowed it
in one gulp.

	"Oh fuck babe, suck my dick," Chase said loudly. Daniel slurped on
Chase's dick loud enough for Gerald to hear. Gerald gulped as he continued
to beat off and wished he were up there with his two friends.

	"I love how you suck me, Daniel," Chase said while he breathed
hard. Daniel moved his lips up to the tip of Chase's dick head, ran his
tongue around the pee slit, and tasted Chase's precum. Daniel sighed loud
and left no doubt in Gerald's mind what he was doing up in the
bedroom. Gerald beat his dick faster.

	Daniel moved his mouth all the way down Chase's shaft and buried
his nose in Chase's pubic bush. Daniel inhaled through his nose and took in
his lover's musk. This acted like an aphrodisiac to Daniel and he began to
rub his hardened dick on the bed sheets.

	"Oh yeah, babe," Chase moaned out again.

	Daniel let go of Chase's dick, moved down to his firm ballsack, and
ran his tongue around each one.

	"Yeah, babe, lick my balls," Chase exclaimed.

	Downstairs, Gerald ran his fingers around his scrotum imagining it
was Daniel's tongue.

	Daniel grabbed Chase's legs and pushed them high over his head then
ran his tongue directly to Chase's rosebud.

	"Oh fuck, Daniel, eat my ass!" Chase yelled out. Gerald's eyes
opened wide when he heard what Daniel did to Chase. Gerald reached down,
inserted his finger inside his ass, and wished that it were Daniel's
tongue. His other hand continued to beat his hard 8-inch dick.

	Up in the bedroom, Daniel's tongue continued to rim his lover's
hole as Chase kept moaning in ecstasy.

	"Oh fuck Daniel, God I love you."

	Daniel just grunted as his tongue borrowed deeper inside Chase's
pucker. Daniel moved his hand to Chase's hard-on and began to beat him off.

	"Fuck, Daniel, I'm going to cum!" Chase yelled out.

	By this time Gerald was close to shooting his load, too. He pushed
his finger deep inside his ass. He was tempted to run up to the bedroom and
jump in the middle of his friends, but thought better of it.

	Daniel grunted louder as he licked Chase's ass and beat him off at
the same time.

	"Oh, Daniel!" Chase yelled as his first wave of spunk shot like a
rocket from his hard manhood and landed on his stomach. Daniel immediately,
pulled his tongue from Chase's hole and gobbled down his cock just in time
to catch Chase's second, third, and fourth loads of cum. Daniel swallowed
and held on to his lover's cock until he was drained. He immediately turned
over, grabbed his own cock, and began to beat it fast.

	"Oh god, I gotta cum," Daniel exclaimed.

	Chase, saw what his lover did, and turned and gobbled down Daniel's
dick just in time for Daniel to drop his load. Chase's swallowed all of his
lover's spunk and licked his dick like a lollipop and took in any sperm
that may have oozed out.

	Gerald could hear his friends' orgasms and beat his dick fast and
hard. He gave off a quiet grunt as he shot all over his chest and stomach
and watched as it continued to ooze cum down his dick and over his hand. He
breathed fast as he held on to his dick until he felt his spunk stop and
his dick shrink soft. He let go and licked the cum from his hand.

	Chase and Daniel were now cuddled in each others arms when Chase
thought he heard something down the stairs. At first he thought it might be
Gerald, but decided it was just "house noises".

	"Daniel, do you mind much that Gerald is living here now?"

	Gerald heard Chase's question and held his breath for the reply.

	"No, I kinda like it. Gerald's a good kid. Why did you ask? Don't
you like him here?"

	"No, I love it, too. He's like my kid brother. You know he thinks
of you as his a father figure."

	"Yeah, I know. I like that too."

	Gerald heard all this and a big grin swept over his face and his
eyes began to well up.

	"And, he's sexy as hell too," Chase said.

	Daniel laughed and agreed.

	"Hell, you got a blow job from him," Chase laughed. "Too bad he's
only 16 or I would invite him up here and we could really have fun."

	Daniel laughed, "Believe me I have been tempted to ask him. I think
it would freak him out though."

	"Well, who knows. Right now we have to show him this is his home."

	"Yeah, I think he's getting the point," Daniel agreed.

	He and Chase cuddle up closer, exhausted from their long day and
their lovemaking. In no time, they were both sound asleep in each other's
arms.

	Gerald got up from the steps and walked slowly to the bathroom and
scooped some of the cum on his stomach with his fingers and licked them. He
felt good, really good.

	When he got to the bathroom, he washed his dick that still dripped
small droplets of his sperm. He flashed back at the many times he did this
when he worked the streets, and the many strange bathrooms where he cleaned
himself. He turned toward the full-length mirror on the back of the
bathroom door and looked at himself. Cum still slid down his chest. He took
a washcloth and cleaned that up while he still looked into the mirror. He
smiled and took a deep breath. He like the way his body looked and was glad
Daniel and Chase noticed it.

	"I'm home," he said to himself, then yawned, went to his bedroom,
and lay down in his bed, comfortable, secure and loved, maybe for the first
time in his life.


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	Michael found himself in a daze as he walked down a long corridor,
not sure where he was. The hallway, adorned with dark red wallpaper and
dimly lit golden sconces, had a distinct odor of fresh flowers; an odor he
was all too familiar with.

	"Am I in a funeral home?" Michael's voice echoed down the hall.

	At the end of the corridor, he saw an object and continued to walk
toward it. At first he couldn't make out what it was, but as he got closer
he realized the object was an open casket. The casket began to move away
from him. The closer he got to the casket, the further it moved away. He
walked faster, but wasn't able to catch up to it.

	Then, it stopped abruptly under a bright light. Michael reluctantly
approached the metal box, afraid to look inside, but he knew he had to. He
breathed harder and began to sweat as he put his hand on the edge of the
coffer and forced himself to look.

	There lying inside the white silk lined, bronze casket was the body
of his former lover, Kevin. He was all in white. Even his skin was white
and didn't look real, almost like a plaster replica of the lover he once
knew. Suddenly, Kevin's body spasmed and his eyes opened wide and his head
turned sharply toward Michael.

	"Michael don't let it happen again," Kevin's voice echoed.

	Michael jumped back and turned away in horror. Then, as if
compelled, he turned back and looked inside the coffin again, but it wasn't
Kevin's body lying there anymore. It was someone else.

	"Charlie!" Michael yelled as he sat up in bed, awakened from that
terrible nightmare.

	He sat there covered in sweat while he breathed heavy and his mind
put together the horrible dream. His sheets and pillows were also soaked
with his perspiration.

	"Oh God, what have I done," Michael said as he leaned forward and
rested his elbows on his bended knees and buried his face in his hands.

	He felt guilty the way he left Charlie in the apartment. He loved
this young man, but he didn't think he could go through, again, what he
endured with Kevin.

	He didn't know what he should do. He looked at the clock. It was
5AM. His father was an early riser, so he knew he would be awake. He
grabbed his phone and dialed his dad's cel phone.

	"Hello," Roger said on the other end.

	"Dad," Michael voice cracked and his hands shook.

	"Michael, what's wrong?"

	"Oh god, Dad, it's Charlie. I walked in on him last night. He's
into drugs, dad, in deep."

	"Sorry to hear that son," Roger said solemnly, especially what
happened with Kevin. "What did you do?"

	"I got out of there, I can't go through that again."

	Roger was silent for a second. "Then you walked out on Charlie,
like you walked out on Kevin." Roger knew that was a harsh statement, but
sometimes the truth is difficult to take.

	"No, I didn't walk out on Kevin, you know that."

	"You turned a blind eye to his addiction, Michael. Now you're doing
it to Charlie," Roger said angrily.

	"I didn't know, god, you're blaming me for Kevin's death," Michael
said defensively.

	"I'm not blaming you for anything. Kevin made his own decisions,
Michael, but you're a doctor, for Christ sake. You had to have seen it
coming."

	"No, I swear I didn't see it," Michael said guiltily.

	"Could my dad be right?" Michael thought to himself. "Is that the
reason I didn't want to talk about Kevin, because I didn't want to face the
truth?"

	Now in order to save Charlie, Michael had to face what he didn't
want to discuss for the past year. His dad knew him better than he knew
himself.

	"You're right, dad, I don't want to loose Charlie, too. I love him
so much. What do I do?"

	"You know what you have to do, Michael. Addiction can be fixed if
it's caught on time. Look, I'll take your patients the next couple of
days. You take care of your man."

	"Thanks dad."

	"Remember you can't cure him. You only can lead him in the right
direction. He has to do it himself."

	"I know. I love you, Dad."

	"I love you too, son. Keep me informed on what's happening."

	Michael hung up with his father. He dialed Charlie's home, but only
got a busy signal. Michael tried Charlie's cel phone, but there was no
answer there, either.

	He got out of bed and got his address book from his briefcase,
found the phone number he needed and began to dial. His confidence was back
thanks to his dad.

	"Time to call in some of those favors people owe me."

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	Gerald lay sound asleep in his bed when a gentle tapping sound
awakened him.

	"Come in," he muttered, still mostly asleep. He thought someone
knocked on his bedroom door. No one came in, though; then he heard the
tapping again.

	"Come in" he said louder, but still no one came in. He rolled over
on his back. His morning woody poked at the bed covers. He got out of bed
and opened the bedroom door, but no one was there.

	Then he heard a muffled sound like it came from outside. It was
still pretty dark out and the sun hadn't quite come up yet.

	He went to the window and opened the drapes and smiled from ear to
ear. Nick stood just outside the window. His jaw dropped and his eyes
popped wide open when his saw Gerald hard body and hard dick. Seemed the
past couple mornings when Nick would first see Gerald, he was greeted with
his big hard-on. He began to like the trend.

	"Open up, hot stuff," he said softly. He didn't want to wake up the
neighborhood, let alone Daniel and Chase.

	Gerald opened the window and leaned out, "Hey Nicky, how ya doin,"
Gerald chided, then leaned out more and kissed Nick on the lips.

	"Hey, someone might see us," Nick protested.

	"Fuck'em, besides everyone is still sleeping. What you doing here
so early?" Gerald said.

	"Donny had to go in early so I thought I would surprise you. Help
me in, my dick's getting hard." They both started to laugh as quietly as
possible, or so they thought, as Gerald helped his boyfriend to climb
through the window.

	When Nick got in the bedroom he took Gerald's naked body, threw him
on the bed, and lay on top of him.

	"Hmm, want to play rough, huh?" Gerald smiled.

	Nick didn't say anything. He just looked down at his naked lover
and his dick poked at his shorts. He quickly removed his t-shirt and threw
it in a corner.

	"Fuck, you have a hot bod," Gerald said as his dick spasmed and he
ran his hands over his upper torso.

	Then Nick stood up and let his shorts fall to the floor and stepped
out of them. His hard-on poked through the fly of his boxers. He stood
there and looked at his boyfriend.

	Gerald sat up and grabbed onto Nick's dick, licked the head, then
swallowed it. His eyes never left Nick's gaze as he moved in and out on
Nick's fat cock. Gerald then reached into the fly of Nick's boxer shorts,
pulled out his balls, and cupped them in his hand while he continued to
suck his cock.

	"Damn, Ger," Nick whispered.

	Gerald released his boyfriend's dick and balls and laid back down
on the bed. His dick pointed to the ceiling as he rested on his
elbows. Gerald spread his legs open.

	"Take off those boxers and fuck me, Nick...Hard," Gerald gasped. He
liked it rough once in a while and now was one of those times. "No lube,
just fuck me, like we did that first day at the gallery. Just spit on your
dick and fuck me."

	"But, Ger, I don't ...," Nick began to protest.

	"No, 'buts', just do it," Gerald demanded. He was wild with passion
for his lover and just wanted to feel him inside him. Nick stood there as
the passion built up inside him. He grabbed onto his waistband of his
underwear and pulled them down. He spit in his hand, then spread it over
his rock hard cock. Gerald lifted his legs in the air and exposed his
rosebud. Nick began to breath harder and moved closer to Gerald, got on his
knees on the bed.

	"Fuck me, Nicky, now."

	Nick put his dick to Gerald's pucker and began to push, but without
lube it was difficult to do. But Gerald knew how to handle it and relaxed
his sphincter enough so the tip of Nick's dick popped inside.

	Gerald gripped the sheets because of the pain, but that just made
it more intense for him. Nick stopped when he saw the pain on Gerald's
face.

	"Don't stop!"

	"Fuck, Ger, I don't want to hurt you."

	"I'll tell you when you are hurting me."

	"But..."

	"Just fuck me," Gerald demanded then leaned up, grabbed Nick's ass
cheeks, and push Nick into him.

	"Oh fuck!" Gerald exclaimed.

	"Ger, are you ok?" Nick said worried that he hurt his boyfriend.

	"No, Nicky. Fuck me now... Hard!"

	Nick didn't know if he should continue, but he was too turned on to
stop, so he began his in and out motion inside Gerald's burning ass. Gerald
was in pain but somehow he loved it all.

	"Oh fuck, Nicky, I love you, man. God, you fucking feel good."

	"I love you too, Ger," Nick gasped as sweat began to pour from his
body and drip onto his boyfriend.

	Gerald gripped the sheet tighter as Nick began to plow harder into
his ass.

	"Harder, Nicky," Gerald demanded again. Gerald felt his balls
tighten and knew he would explode really soon, but he wanted to wait for
Nick to cum inside him first.

	"Ger, I can't hold it," Nick said as he continued to fuck his lover
mercilessly. Gerald breathed harder as his hole burned from Nick's
pounding, but he was turned on and didn't want it to stop until he felt
Nick's sperm cool down his ass.

	"Oh fuck, Ger," Nick panted as he shot load after load of his sperm
inside his boyfriend's ass, "Oh god, Ger," Nick said over and over each
time he blasted Gerald's hole.

	"Nicky!" Gerald called out as he felt his balls pull into his body
and the spunk shoot from his hard dick onto his chest and stomach. More and
more of his cum shot from his weapon onto his body, while Nick slowed down
his motion and the last drop of cum filled his boyfriends sore ass.

	Nick collapsed on top of Gerald and he pulled his softened dick
from his tender hole.

	"Damn," Gerald said as he winced in pain.

	"Shit, Ger, I'm sorry," Nick said because he felt bad he let his
emotions hurt Gerald.

	"I'm not," Gerald panted, "you wanted rough, so we had rough." Both
Gerald and Nick began to laugh, then they kissed and relaxed again to catch
their breaths.

	After a while, Nick knelt up between Gerald's legs and looked at
their smooth bodies covered in Gerald's spunk.

	"Damn, you fuckin cummed a lot," Nick said as he ran his fingers
across his stomach and put them in his mouth and tasted his boyfriends cum.

	"Well you caused it," Gerald laughed.

	"Your cum tastes good," Nick said then leaned down and began to
lick the cum from Gerald's chest which cause Gerald to laugh hard. Nick
laid back down on top of Gerald's body, his face covered with Gerald spunk,
then kissed his mouth and they both tasted the result of their love.

	"I love you, Ger," Nick said as he rested his head on Gerald's
chest.

	Gerald ran his hands up and down Nick's back as he felt the full
weight of his boyfriend's body on top of him. "You're the greatest
Nicky. God, I am so lucky to have you. I love you so much."

	Nick didn't say anything; he just smiled.

	After another short pause, Nick lifted his head again and kissed
Gerald. "I have to start school soon and football practice starts in a
couple days."

	"Oh?" Gerald said, "does that mean I wont see you as much?"

	"I will do whatever it takes to be with you. Maybe I'll quit the
football team."

	Gerald smiled that Nick would do that for him, but he didn't want
Nick to give up something he knew he really loved.

	"No, don't do that, Nick," Gerald said, "I don't want you to. You
love to play football. We will work something out."

	Gerald held Nick tighter. Nick smiled.

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	Daniel opened his eyes and immediately shut them. The room was
filled with light from the late summer sunrise. He looked at the clock.

	"Hmm, 8:00, I better make the coffee," he said to himself. He
didn't want to wake Chase, because of the rough night he had. So he quietly
rolled out of bed. He walked around to Chase's side of the bed and gave him
a gentle kiss on the cheek. Chase grunted and his hand instinctively
swatted at his face as if a fly or some other insect tried to land on
him. Daniel had to put his hand across his mouth to muffle his laughter. He
slowly turned and walked down the stairs, and made sure he avoided the
squeaky step. Of course he was naked, barefoot, and had his usual morning
erection.

	As he got to the bottom of the stairs, Daniel smelled coffee. He
looked into the living room and there on the couch as they watched TV, was
a naked Gerald and Nick, curled up in each other's arms. Nick sat sideways
with one leg bent at the knee on the sofa and the other leg with his foot
on the floor. Gerald sat stretched out in between Nick's legs, resting his
back against Nick's bent knee, which left his hard dick in full
view. Gerald's erection pointed to the ceiling.

	"Morning boys, is that coffee I smell?"

	"Morning, Daniel," Gerald said, "yeah I made a full pot."

	"Morning Nick," Daniel said.

	"Morning," Nick said with a big gulp while he tried unsuccessfully
to hold down his thick hard on. He wanted to run from the room, but took a
deep breath and just held onto his boyfriend.

	When Daniel walked into the kitchen, Nick whispered to Gerald, "You
were right. God, he's so fucking hot and he's got a hard-on, too." His
whispers were louder than he thought.

	"Well, Nick, you got a hard-on as well... and you too Gerald so
don't laugh," Daniel said as he poured his coffee.

	"I wasn't laughing," Gerald lied with a huge grin on his face.

	Nick rested his forehead on Gerald's shoulder and tried not to act
too embarrassed, while Gerald tried to contain his laughter.

	"And Nick," Daniel said as he came back into the living room and
stood in front of Nick with his hard dick pointed directly at Nick's red
face.

	"Yeah," Nick said shyly as he stared into Daniel's erection.

	"I think you're hot, too." Daniel said then puckered up his lips
and sent Nick a mock kiss.

	Gerald couldn't hold it in and burst out in laughter on how Daniel
teased his boyfriend.

	Nick closed his eyes and turned red. He was more embarrassed at his
teenage behavior, than everyone's nakedness.

	"Ok, I guess I'm acting like a kid."

	"Nick, like I told Gerald countless times, we go around like this
all the time, so just relax, and enjoy it." Daniel sat down in his favorite
chair and spread his legs open to make sure both boys didn't miss anything
and began to drink his coffee.

	"So Nick, where you here all night or did you sneak in through the
window this morning."

	"How did you know..."

	"You weren't very quiet," Daniel interrupted, "You probably woke up
the whole Strand," Daniel winked with a smile.

	Nick began to laugh along with Daniel and Gerald.

	"I'll be more quite next time," Nick said and winked back.

	Gerald began to yawn.

	"Didn't you sleep very well last night, Gerald?" Daniel asked.

	"Hmm, not too good, you and Chase weren't very quiet last night
yourself," Gerald said as he sipped his coffee and stared at Daniel with a
gleam in his eyes. This time it was Daniel's face that turned red.

	"I'll make sure we're more quiet next time," Daniel chided.

	"You don't have ta, I kinda enjoyed it," Gerald said and the three
started to laugh again.

	Just then Chase walked down the stairs naked and with an erection
as well. He was a bit annoyed at all the laughter so early in the morning.

	Nick swallowed hard as his dick began to grow again. There was
Chase, his first crush as a kid, naked and hard and just a few feet away on
the stairs.

	"Hmm is that coffee?" Chase growled.

	"Yes babe."

	"I love you," Chase said to Daniel as he headed toward the kitchen.

	"I didn't make it dear, Gerald did," Daniel announced.

	"Oh ok, then I love you instead Gerald," a grouchy Chase muttered.

	Chase came in the living room with his coffee, kissed Daniel good
morning, then kissed Gerald and then an astonished Nick who now moved and
sat next to Gerald. Chase sat down on the sofa next to Nick, then sat
sideways, threw his legs over both young boys, and drank his coffee. His
dick was still hard. Nick's hard dick poked between Chase's legs, but Nick
couldn't take his eyes off of Chase's protruding manhood.

	"Blink, Nick," Daniel said, "you're going to hurt your eyes staring
like that."

	"This is all so wild. You guys are so laid-back about sex and being
naked. It'll take a bit to get used this."

	"Yeah, it does take a bit," Gerald said with a smirked then looked
at Daniel who winked at him. Nick didn't catch any of this and it was most
likely a good thing that he didn't.

	"Donnie would freak if he walked in right now," Nick said.

	"Speaking of Donnie," Chase said, "when are you two going to tell
him about your great love affair."

	"Never," Nick said with a laugh. "No, we will have to talk with him
soon. I'm just afraid of what he'll do."

	"Do you think he will stop us from being together?" Gerald asked.

	"I don't know, he might try," Nick said

	"Fuck, I didn't think of that," Gerald said as he leaned back in
the sofa and squeezed Nick's hand.

	Nick leaned into Gerald and whispered in his ear, "but no one will
keep me from you, babe,... no one," Nick said and kissed him on the lips.

	"Well let's not worry about that unless it happens. Then Daniel and
I will have a talk with him," Chase said.

	Just then they heard a car pull up into the driveway.

	"Oh shit, is it Donnie?" Nick said in a paranoid panic.

	Chase jumped up and looked out the window, "Relax Nick, it's
Dr. Mike and he's alone." A chill ran though Chase's body.

	"Quick we better get dressed," Daniel said to everyone, "and Nick,
Gerald take a shower, you have dried cum all over your face and your
chests."

	"Shit," Gerald said as he and Nick ran into the bathroom and Daniel
and Chase ran upstairs to get their shorts and T-Shirts.

	Michael got to the door then rang the bell. He waited a bit then
rang again. This time Chase came running down the stairs and opened the
door.

	"Hey, Michael, how you doing?" Chase said. He could tell by the
look on Michael's face, something was wrong. "Where's Charlie?"

	"Hi Chase, sorry to get you guys up so early," Michael said, but
couldn't look Chase in the eye. Daniel came down the stairs from the
bedroom and he and Michael greeted each other.

	"So what, gives. What's happened to Charlie?" Chase asked again
ready to explode.

	"Michael come in and have a seat," Daniel said, "Do you want a cup
of coffee?"

	"Ah yeah, sure, black please."

	"Cut the fucking crap, what's happened to Charlie?!" Chase yelled
nearly in a full-fledged panic. He knew something was wrong with his best
friend, his brother, the person he loved only second to Daniel.

	Daniel came in, gave Michael his coffee, and tried to calm Chase.

	"Easy babe," Daniel said as he put his arm round his lover and they
all sat down.

	"What's happened, Michael," Daniel asked calmly, but inside he
expected the worst.

	"Last night I walked in on Charlie and...he had some weird guy in
there, they were naked, but they had drugs, crystal meth, coke, crack,
speedballs, empty bottles of booze, and god knows what else."

	"Fuck, that stupid asshole!" Chase yelled and jumped to his feet. I
told him he better not get on that shit, again. That fucker Steven Marks,
I'm going to kill that bastard."

	"Chase calm down!" Daniel demanded firmly. Chase sat down.

	"You said again," Michael questioned.

	"Two years ago, Charlie OD. He almost died. He was off that crap
for a long time, then just recently he started in again. I tried to watch
him Michael honest," Chase was nearly in tears.

	"Chase, don't go blaming yourself. Charlie did this all on his
own. Now it's time we take over. I didn't know he OD in the past. There's
so much I don't know about Charlie yet, except I love him so much."

	Michael took a deep breath then remembered something else Chase
just said.

	"This guy, Steven Marks, he's the one who was with Charlie last
night right. Kinda scruffy and campy."

	"Yeah, that's the fucker," Chase said with disgust.

	"I've seen him before. I know that son-of-a-bitch's family. His dad
golf's with my dad," Michael got up, took out his cel phone, and made a
phone call.

	"I'll fix that fucker," Michael muttered as he walked into another
room for privacy. A few minutes later he came out of the room and sat back
down.

	"Look I need someone to come with me. I don't know what to expect
when we get there, but Charlie was in bad shape last night. I shouldn't
have left him, fuck." Michael took a deep breath to gain back his
composure. "Anyway, I can't do this alone, please."

	"Chase you go with him. Take your time I will handle whatever it is
with Chelsea. If you are ready by 4 meet me there."

	"Ok babe, let's go Michael," Chase said anxiously.

	"Chase, call me and let me know what's going on."

	"I will," Chase said. He kissed Daniel, then he and Michael headed
out the door, got into Michael's Lexus and drove off.

	"Chase, when we get there, I want you to pack a bunch of Charlie's
stuff, clothes and shaving kit and toothbrush. I'll go back later for the
rest. I'm moving Charlie in with me."

	"That's great," Chase said then looked at his friend, "You ok,
Michael?"

	"I shouldn't have left him last night. God I said some terrible
things to him, Chase. I was just so pissed off. My last partner, died on
drugs. I am not going to loose Charlie to that crap, too."

	"God Michael, I'm sorry."

	It didn't take long for them to get to Charlie's apartment
building. Michael took a deep breath, built up his strength, and got out of
the car. Chase was right behind him. Michael knew what had to be done and
he had to be strong, for Charlie.

	"Ready?" Michael asked as they walked up to the door of Charlie's
apartment.

	"Yeah, let's do this. If that fucker, Steven Marks is there, I'll
kill him."

	Michael got out his key and opened the door.

	"Charlie?" he called out. There was no reply.

	"Hey, Charlie," Chase said louder, but still no reply.

	They looked around the room and saw the coffee table on its side
and the drugs on the floor. Two bottle of Jack Daniels, one empty and one
with very little left, were lying on its side. In the middle of all this
were Michael's yellow roses.

	"Damn what the hell happened here?" Chase asked.

	"Look, there's his phone," Michael said as he pointed to the
smashed instrument, but still no sign of Charlie.

	"I'll look in the bedroom, you check the bathroom," Michael said as
he feared the worst.

	Michael quickly walked toward Charlie's room and Chase walked to
the bathroom. There, lying on the floor was Charlie. The stench of piss and
vomit overpowered Chase.

	"Oh god, Michael hurry!" Chase yelled out.

	Michael lunged into the bathroom and stopped over Charlie.

	"Is he dead? Oh god don't let him be dead," Chase cried out. His
heart raced as he waited for an answer.

	Michael crouched down next his lover, "Charlie," Michael called. He
didn't reply.

	"He's breathing Chase. God he's laying in his piss and vomit." The
smell was unbelievable. Chase nearly heaved himself.

	"Should I call 911?" Chase asked; his voice cracked as he stared at
his best friend.

	"No, they might arrest him. I'll take care of him. He's my
responsibility, now."

	"But ..." Chase tried to protest.

	"I need you to be strong, Chase. Don't worry I won't let anything
bad happen to him, ever again." Michael said as the got a face cloth and
wet it to clean Charlie's face. "Get some towels so we can clean this up."

	"Charlie, babe," Michael said softly as he wiped his lover's
face. "Damn look at his nose, those are burns from poppers. I'll treat that
later."

	Charlie slowly opened his eyes. He saw Michael and jumped, then
reached for him, but stopped when he realized he was still sitting in his
urine and vomit.

	"Oh God, Michael, help me! I can't stop!" Charlie admitted in a
panic.

	"I'm here now Charlie, I'm gonna take care of you," Michael said
calmly in his best doctor's bedside tone.

	"No, I smell," Charlie said of the disgusting stench that emanated
from his body.

	"That's ok Charlie, I'm a doctor, and I've smelled worse." Michael
smiled.

	Chase came in with a bunch of towels.

	"You're here too, Chase?" Charlie said.

	"I'll always be here for you Charlie."

	"Oh fuck, Chase. You were right. I am a stupid shit."

	"I didn't mean any of that Charlie, you know that," Chase said
nearly in tears.

	"Chase, put a towel on the toilet seat. I'm going to sit Charlie on
it."

	Chase took a large bath towel and laid it across the seat.

	Michael took off his shirt and pants, but left on his low-rise
briefs, then handed his clothes to Chase.

	"You better do the same thing if you don't want your clothes to
stink of piss and barf."

	Michael then put his arms around Charlie and picked him up out of
the foul mess and sat him on the toilet seat. Charlie was still
disorientated. Michael noticed that one of the yellow roses intended for
his lover was still clutched in his hand.

	"You gave me roses? Nobody ever gave me roses," Charlie said when
Michael took the bloom from his hand.

	"There will be many more yellow roses to come Charlie," Michael
smiled.

	Charlie tried to smile back, but was still too ill to express how
he felt.

	In the living room, Chase put Michael's clothes on the sofa, then
took off his shorts and T-Shirt. Of course, Chase didn't have underwear on.

	Chase walked into the bathroom. Michael took notice of him naked,
but didn't comment.

	"Throw a bunch of towels on the floor over that mess," Michael
said, I'm going to need your help, Chase. I can't clean him and hold him at
the same time."

	"No problem doc," Chase said as he stared at Charlie.

	"He looks so sick Michael."

	"He is Chase, but we're going to fix him up. Right Charlie."

	"Yeah," Charlie said weakly.

	"I'm going to take your shirt off now Charlie," Michael said as he
lift Charlie's soiled T-shirt over his head and threw it in the corner on
top of the dirty towels. That's when he noticed a chemical burn on
Charlie's chest.

	"Damn, Charlie, you have burns on your chest and your nose."

	"Fucking poppers," Charlie said as he looked down at the burns on
his chest and became dizzy again.

	"Oh, Michael, I'm gonna be sick," Charlie said.

	In the blink of an eye, and his prowess as a doctor, Michael
quickly stood Charlie up and lift the toilet seat, turned him around, and
pushed his head over the bowl. Charlie heaved again.

	"Oh, God," Charlie moaned, then choked and spit from his mouth.

	"Chase, come here and hold on to Charlie," Michael said, "I'm going
to start the shower. I know just how he likes it."

	Chase went over to his best friend and held on to him.

	"Oh Chase, I really fucked up bad didn't I?"

	"Don't worry bro, you're going to be ok now. You got a man there
who's going to take care of you, but first we got to clean your ass up,
cause you stink," Chase joked. Charlie tried to laugh but that just made
him vomit again.

	"Sorry, Charlie," Chase said as he grabbed the face cloth and wiped
some of the slim that clung to Charlie's lips.

	"Ok, the shower is ready," Michael said as he took off his
underwear. Chase got a good look at Michael's package and was amazed at the
size.

	Chase grabbed Charlie from one side, Michael grabbed him from his
other side, and they slowly brought him into the shower.

	"Oh fuck, that feels good," Charlie said as he was brought under
the shower. They stood him under the spray until his hair and the rest of
his body was wet.

	Chase stood behind Charlie and wrapped his arms around him so he
could stand steady while Michael washed him.

	Michael put shampoo on Charlie's head and began to wash his
hair. They rinsed him under the shower. Michael then soaped up his hands
and began to wash the rest of the crusted vomit from Charlie face and neck.

	Charlie looked at his lover, "I'm a mess ain't I?"

	"Yeah, you are babe, but you're going to be okay. You're going to
admit yourself into the Betty Ford Clinic; all the arrangements are made.

	"But..." Charlie tried to protest.

	"Charlie, if you and I are going to make it, you will have to be
off drugs. Do you understand?"

	"Yes, sir," Charlie's eye welled up, "Am I an addict, Michael?"

	"Yes, you are Charlie," Michael said with regret in his voice.

	"Oh God," Charlie said, "How did I do this to myself." His voice
cracked and tears poured down his face.

	Chase held him tighter, "We love you bro and you're going to kick
this." Chase kissed Charlie's neck.

	"Ok, I'll admit myself," Charlie said defeated. He loved Michael
more than any man he ever knew. And Chase was there for him as usual,
holding him up so he wouldn't fall. Chase was always there for him.

	Michael started to wash Charlie's chest and stomach. He got down to
his soft dick and Michael began to get aroused.

	"Sorry Chase, Charlie has a way of doing that to me," Michael said
as he continued to wash his lover's penis and scrotum.

	"Me too, Doc. I got me a woody, as well."

	"Yeah, I could feel it," Charlie said with a smile.

	Michael and Chase laughed, then Michael took Charlie in his arms,
"I love you, Charlie. I'll never abandon you again, I swear."

	Michael took a deep breath, then turned Charlie around and washed
the rest of him. He made sure he washed Charlie's butt because he sat in
his urine all night. Charlie rested his head on Chase's shoulder while
Chase held on to him and Michael ran a washcloth in the crack of his ass.

	"I love you too, Charlie," Chase whispered.

	"I know," Charlie whispered back.

	"Wow, he's the same size as Charlie," Chase said to himself as he
caught a look at Michael dick that was still very hard.

	Michael noticed how Chase stared at him and smiled. "Charlie told
me that you and Daniel and he got it on once."

	"Twice actually," Chase said slightly embarrassed.

	"Maybe someday, the four of us could get together."

	"You dirty old man," Charlie laughed weakly.

	Chase was taken by surprise at what Michael said.

	"Hmm, yeah, that would be cool," Chase replied as he looked down at
Michael's hard dick, again.

	"We better rinse off and get him out of the shower," Michael said
with a smile. They brought Charlie under the spray until all the soap was
gone. Then Michael leaned down and turned off the water. He got out of the
shower and grabbed some clean towels, handed one to Chase, then got back
into the shower, but not before he got a good look at Chase's hard
on. Michael took another towel and started to dry off his lover.

	"I think I could stand up on my own," Charlie said. He seemed to
show signs of improvement.

	Chase got out of the shower, his dick was still hard, but it didn't
seem to faze him. He avoided the mess on the floor and walked out of the
bathroom.

	"I'll pack some of his clothes," Chase said as he went into
Charlie's bedroom.

	"Why is Chase packing my clothes?"

	"Cause you're coming home with me, Charlie. The other part of this
deal is that you move in with me after you get out of Betty Ford. I love
you Charlie, but you're an addict and you have to be watched. Besides I
will enjoy waking up with you in my arms every day.

	"But what about surfing with my buds?"

	Michael chuckled. "Don't worry about that right now, babe. We'll
work something out ... after Betty Ford."

	"When am I going?" Charlie asked.

	"Tomorrow, babe."

	"Oh? ... Shit," Charlie said. He felt like he was going to cry
again.

	Michael and Charlie got out of the shower. Michael opened the
medicine cabinet over the sink and took out a bottle of mouthwash.

	"Here babe, rinse your mouth out. It smells like you been throwing
up all night," Michael said with a smile.

	"Sorry, Michael," Charlie said then grabbed the bottle and took a
big mouthful and cleaned his mouth, then spit it out.

	"Now let's test it," Michael said and took Charlie in his arms and
kissed him with his mouth wide open and ran his tongue inside his mouth.

	"That's much better," Michael said with a grin, then kissed Charlie
again and held him tight and Charlie's cock began to get hard and pushed
against Michael's dick.

	"Hmmm, you must be feeling better," Michael said as he touched
Charlie's erection. Charlie laughed.

	They went into the bedroom where Chase had some of Charlie's
clothes on the bed. Chase glanced at Michael and Charlie as the
entered. All three were still naked and all three were still hard.

	"I'm going to clean up the mess in the bathroom," Michael said as
he hugged his lover and kissed him on the lips. He looked Charlie in the
eyes and kissed him again and their kisses turned to passion. Chase watched
and figured he had better step out of the bedroom and leave the two
lovebirds by themselves. He put Charlie's clothes in his bag and then
turned toward the door so he and his hard dick could walk out.

	Charlie's eye caught Chase as he tried to quietly leave the
room. He looked at Michael and Michael seemed to read Charlie's mind.

	"Chase," Michael said, "don't go."

	Charlie opened his arm to Chase and Chase walked slowly toward him
and Michael, unsure if what he was about to do was the right thing.

	"I love you Chase," Charlie said, "thank you for being here for
me." Charlie moved closer to Chase and kissed him hard on the lips. One arm
held onto Chase and the other clutched Michael, who looked on with a smile.

	"Thank you from both of us," Michael said as Charlie and Chase let
go of their lips and Michael leaned in and kissed Chase.

	"Remember how you felt when Daniel and I did this to you?" Chase
asked Charlie.

	"Yeah, pretty awkward."

	"That's how I feel now."

	"Don't Chase, there is nothing to feel awkward about," Michael said
as he leaned in and kissed Chase again then turned his attention back to
his lover.

	Chase got down on his knees as Michael and Charlie kissed. He
grabbed Michael's cock on his hand and grabbed Charlie's dick in the other.

	He looked at the two huge weapons, then licked the tip of Michael's
cock head and wrapped his lips around it. He let go and did the same thing
to Charlie's manhood. Michael and Charlie let go of their tongues and
looked down at Chase.

	"Fuck, Chase," Charlie said as Chase slid his lips down Charlie's
big shaft and took in as much as he could, while he still held onto
Michael's. Chase moved in and out a few time then let go. He took Charlie's
dick in hand and turned toward Michael's erection, ran his tongue around
the tip and slowly swallowed it, to the point he started to gag then backed
off. He moved his mouth in and out while at the same time, he jacked
Charlie's huge member.

	"Damn Chase, you're good at that," Michael said as he looked down
and watched Chase suck his dick and beat off his lover.

	Charlie's legs began to get weak and Michael grabbed him in his
arms. Chase dropped Michael's dick and stood up as Michael lead Charlie to
the bed.

	"You ok, babe?" Michael said lovingly.

	"Yeah, still a bit weak, I guess," Charlie said.

	"Do you want to stop?" Chase asked.

	"Fuck no. I have the two most important men in my life right here
ready to fuck me and damn if I am going to stop that," Charlie said, then
grabbed Michael and pulled him on top of him. Michael, in turn, grabbed
onto Chase and pulled him onto the bed as well. Michael leaned into Chase
and kissed him and signaled with his eyes. Chase got what he meant and they
both moved their way down to Charlie's very hard 9-inch dick.

	Michael swallowed Charlie's dick while Chase attacked his tightly
packed balls.

	"Oh fuck, you guys," Charlie panted, then looked down as his two
men and couldn't get over the sight of Michael and Chase sucking his dick
and balls.

	Michael pulled his mouth up off Charlie's dick and Chase began to
lick one side of Charlie's shaft while Michael licked the other. They
started at the bottom around his pubes and worked their way up to the
tip. When they got there, Michael and Chase's tongues met and they both
played with the tip of Charlie's dick. They let Charlie's dick go and
kissed with their tongues buried deep in each other's mouths.

	"Fuck, you two look so hot kissing each other," Charlie panted as
his dick swung back and forth in front of Chase and Michael.

	Michael looked up at his lover as he looked down at him and Chase,
then moved up to Charlie and buried his tongue in his mouth. Chase watched
the display and continued to lick Charlie's hard cock. He grabbed it in his
hand then swallowed as much as he could. Up and down he moved on Charlie
dick as Michael sent shivers through his lover's body with his
kisses. Charlie began to breath heavy and felt his body spasm as if he was
ready to cum.

	"Chase, stop. I'm too close. I don't want to cum yet," Charlie
gasped as he let go of Michael's tongue.

	"No, we don't want you to cum just yet, babe," Michael said as
Chase moved up to Charlie and began to kiss him. His dick was hard and it
poked Charlie in his side. Michael reached over and touched Chase's
dick. They looked at each other and smiled.

	"I want my two favorite men to fuck me," Charlie whispered, almost
like he was too shy to say it out loud.

	"Anything my baby wants," Michael said as he moved his way down to
Charlie's cock again and swallowed the whole thing. Chase couldn't get over
how Michael could take that big dick of Charlie's completely down his
throat. Michael moved up and down a few times then pulled his mouth off of
Charlie's member.

	Michael then took Charlie's legs and pushed them over his head and
began to lick his balls.

	"Oh fuck, Michael," Charlie gasped as Michael moved his tongue down
to Charlie pink pucker. "Oh God," Charlie cried out as he took deep breath.

	"You ok," Chase asked his best bud as he pushed back some of
Charlie's hair from his forehead then kissed his lips.

	"Oh yeah," Charlie said with a big smile. "Bring that dick of yours
up to my mouth. I want to suck that thing again."

	Chase didn't have to reply, he just knelt next to Charlie's
head. Charlie looked as Chase, smiled, then took his dick in his mouth
until it was in as far as it could go.

	"Oh fuck, Charlie," Chase whispered as he began to fuck Charlie's
face. Charlie moaned loudly with the pleasure of his ass being rimmed by
his lover and his best friend's dick in his mouth.

	Michael moved his tongue deep in Charlie's anus, which caused him
to jump. Michael knelt up, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and
smiled at the sight of Chase's dick in his lover's mouth.

	"Hey, Chase, you look like you're having a good time there, but
let's fuck our boy, you first," Michael said, "that ok with you babe?"

	"Fuck yeah," Charlie replied as Chase pulled his dick from
Charlie's mouth. Charlie was still a little weak but he wanted this more
than anything right now.

	Michael reached into the drawer next to the bed and pulled out a
bottle of lube as Chase moved into place between Charlie's legs.

	"Damn," Charlie said as he braced himself for what was about to
happen. "This is going to be so fucking hot."

	Michael smiled at his lover then poured some of the lube into his
hand and spread it over Chase's very hard dick. He winked at Chase, then
leaned in and kissed him hard on the lips as he squeezed Chase's dick and
jacked it a couple times.

	"Damn, you guys," Charlie exclaimed, "come on fuck me!" Chase and
Michael stopped their kiss and looked at a very eager Charlie with wide
grins on their faces.

	"You that horny for my cock, Charlie?" Chase said as he pushed
Charlie's legs up and put his hard dick at Charlie's rosebud.

	"Shut up and fuck me," Charlie joked. Then Chase slowly pushed his
cock inside his friend's very eager hole.

	"Oh god," Chase said as his dick slid all the way into Charlie's
ass.

	"Fuck you feel good, Chase."

	Michael moved up to Charlie's head and looked down at his
lover. Charlie smiled then leaned his head up and licked the tip of
Michael's dick. Michael then pushed his dick all the way inside Charlie's
mouth. He knew that Charlie could take it all and didn't stop until his
pubes were buried in his nose.

	Charlie was beyond turned on. He had his lover's dick in his mouth
and his best friend's cock in his ass. For a brief second his mind wished
he had some drugs to enhance the feeling, but quickly let it pass out of
his mind.

	"Oh fuck," Chase said as he felt his orgasm approach, "I don't want
to cum, yet." Chase then pulled his dick out of Charlie's ass. "Now it's
your turn, Michael," he said as he took deep breaths.

	"Oh, yeah," Michael said then he and Chase switched positions.

	"I'm going to cum in your ass, babe," Michael said. Charlie had him
close to an orgasm while he sucked him and knew he it wouldn't be long
before he would drop his load. He put himself into position then took that
big 9-inch dick of his and slid it easily into Charlie hole that was
loosened by Chase's 8-inch dick.

	"I love you Charlie," Michael gasped as his dick went all the way
in as far as it could go.

	"Oh fuck, Michael...God I love you too." Michael's dick always made
Charlie cry out in pleasure.

	Chase knelt next to Charlie then leaned down and put Charlie's dick
in his mouth.

	Now Charlie was being fucked by his lover and sucked by his best
friend and he was in sexual heaven.

	"Oh fuck you guys," Charlie gasped.

	Michael pushed Charlie's legs up higher as he felt his orgasm
approach and Chase had to drop Charlie's dick from his mouth. He knelt next
to his best bud's head and began to jack his own dick.

	Michael began to pound Charlie's ass harder and Charlie grabbed his
own dick and began to jack it.

	"I'm going to cum, Michael," Charlie yelled as his spunk shot out
like a rocket and landed on his chest and stomach.

	"Fuck," Chase roared as he felt his sperm churn in his dick.

	"In my mouth," Charlie said and Chase moved into position and drop
his load on Charlie's face, most of which landed in his mouth. Charlie
licked his lips and pushed some of the cum that landed on his cheek into
his mouth.

	"Oh Charlie, I'm cumming baby," Michael whispered loud enough for
Charlie and Chase to hear. They turned their heads and watched Michael as
he threw his head back and cummed inside his lover. "Oh God Charlie, Oh
fuck," Michael said until his dick was drained. He pulled his dick out of
his lover's hole and lay on top of him and licked Chase's cum from his
face. Michael reached up and pulled Chase down to them and they all kissed
and licked cum from their bodies until they collapsed and held on to each
other. They laid there for a long time and Charlie felt very loved. Still
he felt he could smoke a joint right now, but didn't say anything to Chase
or his lover.

*************************************

	Daniel sat in his car as he drove home from the art supply
store. He had been alone in the house. Well not quite alone, Gerald and
Nick were in the bedroom and he got tired of hearing them grunt and
groan. Actually it had turned him on and he thought it best to leave.

	Next to him in the passenger seat of his old 280ZX was a very large
clump of Modeling Clay. He had decided it was time he did a maquette of The
Naked Surfer. He needed that as a tool for the much larger sculpture he
planned to make of his lover.

	He pulled up into his driveway and carried the large rectangular
piece of clay into the house. Gerald and Nick stood in the kitchen making
themselves some sandwiches. They both had become more comfortable with
their nudity, because they didn't have clothes on, and didn't sport
erections.

	"Hi Daniel," Gerald said, "want a sandwich?"

	"Yeah, sure, thanks. Could someone open the door to my studio?"
Daniel said.

	Nick ran to help and he opened to door that Daniel indicated.

	"I didn't know there was a studio in the house," Nick said then he
saw all of Daniel's artwork. "Ger, did you see this?"

	Gerald came running. "Damn," Gerald said in awe. "You did all of
these?" he asked.

	"Yeah, over several years. I never showed anyone these until
recently. Never thought anyone would want to, let alone pay thousands of
dollars just for one. I was kind of shy until Chase brought me out of my
shell," Daniel smiled.

	"Yeah, I can see how he would do that," Nick said, "but I can't
believe you were shy. You seem so sure of yourself. Wish I was like that."

	Daniel laughed. There was a time, and not so long ago, that
Daniel's insecurities would tell him that Nick was making fun of him, but
he seemed to have control over that now and just took it as a compliment.

	"Well, it took me a while to get here. Don't worry, hang around
with us long enough, and you will have all the confidence you can handle,"
Daniel said with a smile.

	Nick and Gerald laughed.

	"Hey what's this big thing you just brought in," Gerald asked when
he noticed the large clump of modeling clay.

	"It's clay, I have a project I want to start. It's of Chase,
surfing. I call it 'The Naked Surfer'. This will just a model, then I will
do a much larger one."

	"Cool, can't wait to see a naked statue of Chase," Nick laughed.

	"Why, when you could see him naked right here in the flesh," Gerald
laughed.

	"Come on you two, let's get our sandwiches," Daniel said. He looked
at the time. It was nearly 3PM and he hadn't heard from Chase.

	"What's wrong," Gerald said. He saw the change in Daniel.

	"I hope to god that Charlie is ok. I haven't heard from Chase since
he left."

	"Do you think he OD'd?" Nick asked.

	"Sounds like it. Oh god, I hope he's not dead," Daniel said as he
took a deep breath.

	"Oh I bet he's ok," Nick said and he put his arm around Daniel in
an effort to convince him Charlie would be ok.

	"I hope you're right."

	Just as if Daniel sent out a mental signal, the phone rang. Daniel
ran to get it.

	"Hello?"

	"Hi babe, sorry I didn't call sooner. I'll explain later."

	"No problem. How's Charlie, is he ok, I been really worried."

	"He's ok now, but it was a mess. I never saw anything like
it. Michael is putting him in rehab."

	"Really? Good, I am glad he's doing ok, though. Will you be able to
meet with Chelsea?"

	"Yeah, I should, but I will probably be a bit late."

	"Ok babe, I am really relieved Charlie's ok. How's Michael doing?

	"He's like a rock. Reminds me of you."

	Daniel laughed.

	"Well take your time, if you can't make it I will handle things
with Chelsea."

	"Daniel, I love you."

	"I love you too babe," Daniel replied. Chase's voice sounded funny
and he thought he knew why. He's very close to Charlie, and Daniel figured
they must have had sex or something close to it. Somehow, he didn't seem to
mind or care. He felt confident that Chase loved him

"I'll see you in a little while and I will explain everything."

	"Ok babe, bye," Daniel said then hung up the phone.

	Daniel sat down on the couch, his two young friends came, and each
sat on opposite sides next to him. They saw the stress in Daniel's face.

	"You ok, Daniel?" Gerald asked as he put his arm around him," Is
Charlie ok?"

	"Yes, on both counts."

	"You look so sad," Nick said.

	"No, I'm happy actually. Charlie's ok. I love Chase and I have two
really good friends who are sitting next to me trying to make me feel
better. Thanks guys," Daniel said.

	"Daniel, I really love you," Gerald said as he rested his head on
Daniel's shoulder, "I was trying to explain this to Nicky earlier. It's not
the same kind of love I feel for him, but it's powerful, mighty powerful. I
hope you both understand cause I can't explain it really, not even to
myself."

	"Yeah, I think it's a sense of family we are feeling," Daniel said
as he put his arm around Gerald's shoulder."

	"Nick, you have a great guy there. He loves you very much." Daniel
put his arm around Nick, too.

	"I love him, too," Nick said. He leaned over Daniel, kissed Gerald,
and pushed his tongue into Gerald's mouth. Daniel started to get aroused as
he watched his two naked teenage friend kiss just inches from him.

	"Hey, guys, I got to get ready for my appointment."

	Nick and Gerald broke their kiss. Both boys also sported erections,
again. Nick noticed Daniel's shorts had a bigger bulge than usual.

	"I guess we all are hard. Love has a way of doing that huh?" Nick
laughed.

	"Yes," Daniel said, "and I better get ready before things get too
out of hand."

	"Damn did we turn you on that much?" Nick asked with a devilish
grin on his face.

	"Well, yeah, you two are very cute and I love you both, so let me
up so I could adjust this hard-on you gave me and leave to meet Chelsea,"
Daniel said as he stood up and adjusted his erection. Daniel smiled, looked
at the two naked teens, and headed for the stairs.

	"Yes, damn cute," Daniel said as he walked up to his room.

	"Did we really turn him on, Ger?"

	"Sure the fuck did," Gerald replied as he grabbed onto Nick's hard
cock and squeezed it. They got up, went into the kitchen, and began to eat
their lunch.

Daniel came down the stairs a few minutes later.

	"Well I am off to see Chelsea about a contractor." Daniel announced
to his two naked friends, who each still had a hard-on.

	"Hey what about your sandwich," Gerald asked.

	"You eat it, you guys have me too horned up to eat anything but
Chase's dick."

	They all laughed as Daniel left the house and made a loud sigh of
relief,

"Yeah, damn cute," he said to himself as he got into his car, adjusted his
hard-on, once again, and drove off.

********************************

	Charlie, lay in bed with Chase and Michael on either side of
him. Michael rubbed Charlie's stomach then wrapped his arm completely
around him. Charlie rolled over and hugged his partner. Chase could hear
Charlie quietly cry, so he got out of bed and shut the door to let them
have their private movement together.

He went into the kitchen, got some paper towels and cleaned the cum from
his body. He smiled and thought of the intimate time he just had with
Michael, but most of all with his best friend.

	Chase, then put on his shorts and decided to do what Michael was
about to do before the three of them made love. He got a plastic trash bag
from the kitchen cabinet, then went into the bathroom to clean up the
mess. He held his breath so he didn't have to inhale the stench.

	Once the towels were in the trash bag, Chase got something to clean
up the floor and within a few minutes it was all cleaned up.

	Then he concentrated on the drugs laying on the floor in the living
room. He picked up the bags of coke, and speedballs and crack, as well as
the bottle of Jack Daniels and put them in the plastic trash bag with the
piss and vomit soaked towels.

	He went into the kitchen to get something to drink, when he heard
someone knock on the front door as it slowly opened. Apparently, they
didn't latch it closed when he and Michael came in.

	"Charlie, I come to check up on you and I brought some good drugs!"
the campy voice said. Steven Marks made the mistake of walking into
Charlie's apartment and into the wrath of Chase Bell.


To Be Continued