Date: Sun, 21 Jan 2007 12:23:41 -0800 (PST)
From: John Josept <wildgate1@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Naked Surfer/Chapter 23

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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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Recap from Chapter 22

	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.

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The Naked Surfer
Chapter 23
by John Josept

	"Charlie are you home?" Steven called out as he opened the front
door and walked into more than he bargained for.

	Chase stood in the kitchen and tried to control his anger, but he
was Chase Bell with his father's quick temper, so it was no use. All he saw
was red, blood red. He walked fast into the living room toward Steven.

	"Oh look who's here, the best friend," Steven said in his usual
campy style. He quickly realized what he said was a mistake when he saw the
fire in Chase's eyes as Chase rushed toward him. Steven turned to try and
escape, but Chase grabbed his arm, pulled him into the apartment, slammed
the door shut, put his hand around Steven's neck, then smashed the back of
his head against the closed door. He was in a rage.

	"You nearly killed Charlie, you fucking bastard!" Chase yelled at
the top of his voice, then slammed Steven's head against the door, again.

	"Ow, stop, help!" Steven yelled. He started to shout something
else, but Chase didn't care to hear what he said. Chase was beyond reason;
we ran strictly on emotion, emotion that just wanted Steven's blood.

	"Shut the fuck up!" Chase shouted as he took the back of his hand
and slapped Steven across the face, then slammed his head against the door,
again, then again and again. All the while, Steven screamed profanities,
which just fueled Chase's anger. Steven tried to fight back, but it was no
use. He was just no match for the frenzy of the young surfer.

	Chase eyes were ablaze, his face was flushed, and he breathed
rapidly. His left hand pressed Steven's neck against the door. He clinched
his right hand into a fist, pulled back, and was about to punch in Steven's
face, when he felt a firm grip on his arm.

	"Don't Chase," Michael said calmly.

	Michael had grabbed Chase and stopped his swing. He and Charlie
heard the yells and had jumped out of bed still naked to investigate.

	Chase's body quaked, "Leave me fuckin' alone Michael," Chase
screamed, as his left hand tightened around Steven's neck, "I'm going to
kill this bastard." Michael looked into Chase's eye and knew if he let
Chase's arm go, Chase would actually carry out his threat against
Steven. He would be glad to see that happen, but he didn't want his friend
to get into trouble.

	"He's not worth it, Chase," Michael said a bit louder to get
Chase's attention.

	"Chase, stop, please!" Charlie shouted, "It's not his fault, it's
all mine," Charlie shouted as he stood at the bedroom door. Charlie's voice
trailed off as he realized what he said was the truth.

	Chase turned his head toward Charlie and let up on his grip on
Steven's neck. Michael felt Chase's arm relax and he let him go. Chase
shocked himself at his blind anger. He looked at his hands and they still
shook uncontrollably.

	Steven gasped for air and rubbed his throat. He then thought this
was a good time to get away, but Michael thought otherwise. He shoved
Steven back against the door, but without the force that Chase pushed upon
him.

	"You're not going anywhere yet, Steven," Michael said still quite
calm, yet he smoldered inside. Michael pressed Stevens chest with his hand.

	"I'll sue you all for assault, I'll have you arrested. I know
people in high places," Steven started to rant.

	"Go ahead and call the police and your people in high places,
Steven. What are you going to tell them, that you were stopped from
delivering your illegal drugs to my partner? Huh? Is that what you're going
to tell them?" Michael said. He started to loose control, but took a deep
breath and quickly gained his composure.

	"You sleazy son-of-a-bitch. You and your drugs nearly killed him,"
Michael increased the pressure on Steven's chest.

	"You better let me go if you know what's good for you," Steven
said. It was difficult for him to talk with Michael's hand on his upper
body. He was desperate to get out of there and would say anything, but
Michael and Chase were not about to let him go just yet.

	Michael looked him in the eyes, grabbed hold of the front of his
shirt, and flung Steven across the room where he landed on the couch like a
bag of dirty laundry.

	Steven started to kick and scream furiously, when Michael came up
to him. He got close to his face ... real close and put pressure on his
chest, again.

	"I'm going to let you go now, Steven, and if you come within 10
miles of Charlie, so help me I will hunt you down and carve out your heart
and hand it to you on a platter. I'm a doctor, I know how to do it and how
to prolong the pain. Keep in mind, this is not a threat, this is a
promise." Steven's eyes opened wide in fear. "I will do anything to protect
Charlie. Killing you would be one of them." Michael continued as he
maintained his cool.

	"I'm going to sue you all! My family knows lots of people," Steven
screamed and tried to get up, but he couldn't move as long as Michael's
strong hand continued to push on his chest. Steven struggled, but soon
realized he was not able to move.

	"Speaking of your family, when I heard your name I knew exactly who
you were and who your father is. Your father and my father are golf
buddies. Did you know that?" Michael asked, but knew full well Steven had
not idea who he was. "I called my father earlier. I would guess right now
he's on the golf course telling your dad how his worthless, piece-of-shit
son is dealing in drugs and sucking every dick in LA."

	"What? He wouldn't tell him that! He'll cut me off," Steven
screeched in a panic. Now he was really scared.

	"Oh, I am sure he will, Steven. I'll bet your dad will want to talk
with you, real soon. You said he will cut you off, now wouldn't that be too
bad. Maybe you will have to get your sorry ass out and find a job for the
first time in your life, although, I don't know who would hire a looser
like you."

	"You fucker," Steven yelled. Michael had hit him where it hurts the
most...in his wallet.

 	Michael smiled. "Now get the hell out of my sight and remember what
I said about coming near Charlie. I would get great joy in holding your
heart in my hands and squeezing it until it's a lump of rotted tissue."

	"That is if I don't catch your ass first and finish off what
Michael stopped me from doing just now," Chase said as he clinched his
fist, but managed to control himself.

	"You're crazy, you know that, you're all crazy," Steven yelled and
tried to get up again. This time Michael didn't push him back down.

	"Now get out of here," Michael said.

	Steven looked over at Charlie's naked body as he leaned in the
doorway of his bedroom with his arms crossed. Charlie watched his best
friend and his partner harass and threaten the person responsible for the
latest bout with drugs. Charlie knew the only one to blame was himself.

	"Good-bye Charlie, I could have taken good care of you, but you
prefer these crazies," Steven said defiantly. He knew he had to leave fast
and try to talk to his father and try to convince him what he heard on the
golf course was a lie. He couldn't survive if he had to actually punch a
clock for a living.

	"Get out, Steven," Charlie said.

	Steven straightened his ruffled up clothes and pushed back his long
stringy hair. He rubbed the bump on the back of his head caused by Chase's
attack on him. He bent down and picked up his bag of illegal drugs he
dropped when Chase first grabbed him.

	Chase took Steven by the arm, while Michael opened the door. Chase
shoved him out, then Michael slammed the door in his face. All three men
stood and stared at the door in silence.

	Michael smiled, "Damn, that felt good."

	"Yeah, sure the hell did," Chase agreed, "but I still would have
loved to punch that asshole in the face and watch him bleed."

	Charlie came up to Michael and put his arms around him.

	"Thank you, Michael," Charlie said then rested his head on his bare
shoulder.

	"I'd do anything for you babe," Michael said.

	"I know ... even squeeze Steven's heart in your hands until it's a
lump of rotten tissue? Did you really say that?" Charlie said and started
to laugh. Michael and Chase began to laugh, too.

	"Well, I think Steven got the point," Michael said while he
continued to laugh with Charlie and Chase. Michael felt good that Charlie
laughed. He held him tight, rubbed his back, and kissed his lips.

	"Come on lets get dressed and get to the condo, baby," Michael said
to Charlie. He took a deep breath.

	"Could you drop me off at the new studio? It's not far from hear,"
Chase asked as he looked at his watch and saw it was nearly 5PM, "Daniel is
going to wonder where I am."

	"No problem," Michael said as he followed Charlie into the bedroom
to get dressed. Chase went into the bedroom with them.

	Charlie looked at his best friend, then hugged, and kissed him on
the lips.

	"Thank you bro, for being here for me," Charlie said.

	"Always have and always will be," Chase said as he kissed Charlie
back, "you better get dressed." Chase had looked down and saw Charlie's
dick was hard again.

	"You horn dog," Chase said as they both laughed.

	He let go of his best friend and Michael gave Chase a hug and a
kiss on the lips as well.

	"Thanks, Chase, and I hope that what we did on the bed earlier,
didn't freak you out too much."

	"No, it's just what I needed. It felt good to be with Charlie and
you. It felt right," Chase said as he looked at Charlie.

	All three were now fully aroused. Charlie and Michael were still
naked and their big dicks pointed out in front of them.

	"Next time we will have to have Daniel with us," Michael said with
a grin.

	"Yeah, I think he would like that," Chase said. Then he kissed
Michael again and grabbed his dick. He moved to Charlie kissed him one more
time while he held onto his erection.

	"I love you, Chase."

	"Yeah, back at ya," Chase said, his hard dick began to show a
precum stain where the tip of his cock pushed the fabric of his shorts. "I
got to get out of this room and let you two dress or we will start all over
again," Chase laughed then turned and left the bedroom, closing the door
behind him.

	Chase went into the kitchen, got a glass and filled it with water
from the tap, and drank it down. He filled it again and finished off the
second glass. His mouth was very dry and his throat was raw from his
encounter with Steven. It bothered him that he lost his temper as much as
he did. He took a deep breath.

	 He didn't want to think of what could have happened to
Charlie. The vision of him lying on the bathroom floor in his mess, was
permanently engrain in his memory. It's a sight he would never forget and
hoped he would never see again.

	He went into the living room and picked up the coffee table that
was still on its side. He picked up the remnants of the shattered
telephone. He needed to keep his mind busy.

	Chase picked up the trash bag with the drugs and the towels that
cleaned up Charlie's mess and take it out to the large trash bin behind the
apartment building. He walked outside and took a deep breath. The air was
fresh or maybe it was the fact he had a smile on his face. He felt happy
that Michael was in Charlie's life and that he would see to it that Charlie
would stay off of drugs after he got out of the Betty Ford Clinic. He stood
outside for a while. The sun was shinning and it warmed his body. He wished
he were naked at his secret beach surfing the waves while Daniel lay on the
sand and watched him. Instead, he sat on the steps of the apartment and
just absorbed the sun. He longed to be home with his lover in his arms.

	Meanwhile back in the bedroom, Michael and Charlie were locked in
an embrace. Both were still aroused and their tongues found their way into
each other's mouths.

	Michael let go of Charlie's lips and tongue, slid down on his
knees, and rubbed his face along Charlie's body as he did. His hands slid
down Charlie's back and latched on to his ass cheeks. He opened his mouth
and swallowed all of his lover's big dick.

	"Oh fuck," Charlie gasped.

	Michael grunted and moved in and out, fast and furious, on
Charlie's very rigid member. He wanted to taste his lover's cum and he
wanted it right away.

	"Oh god, Michael, I'm going to cum," Charlie said breathlessly,
surprised he reached his orgasm so quickly. As he said this, his sperm shot
from his dick into his lover's mouth and down his throat. Michael pumped
faster as Charlie's spunk continued to pour into his mouth. He loved the
taste, not because he was particularly fond of the taste of sperm, but
because it came from Charlie.

	Michael's lips continued to hold onto Charlie's dick even though he
was spent. Finally he let Charlie's dick slide from his mouth, then he
stood up and brought his lips to Charlie's. When Charlie opened his mouth,
Michael deposited a mouthful of cum on his tongue. Charlie swallowed his
own spunk and continued to kiss his partner as cum dripped down both
lovers' chins.

	A short time later, Chase walked back up to the apartment just as
Charlie and Michael walked out of the bedroom completely dressed.

	"I dumped all that crap in the trash, including the drugs," Chase
said and stared at Charlie's reaction. Charlie sighed; his body craved the
drugs that were callously tossed away. Michael saw the look on his
partner's face and put his arm around him.

	"You ok, babe?" Michael asked.

	"Yeah, let's go start my new life," Charlie said with a half
smile. He knew the next morning he would have to leave for the clinic and
hoped he could go through with it. The thought that he would move in with
Michael made him feel it would be all worth whatever was in store for him.

	Chase and Michael smiled at Charlie's positive attitude and walked
out of the apartment. Charlie didn't look back.

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	Nick and Gerald sat on the floor in the living room of Nick's house
while they played video games on the TV. Nick had Playstation 2 and read of
a Playstation 3 that was about to come out sometime before Christmas. He
talked Gerald's ears off about the virtues of the new Playstation 3 over
the old Playstation 2.

	Nick had several of the latest games for his Playstation 2 and was
an expert at it at them all. He was surprised that Gerald, who never played
any video games before, picked up on it so quickly and was pretty good at
it, too...just not as good as him.

	"Got ya," Nick yelled. A loud groan came from the TV game as the
bloodied head of one of Gerald's warrior flew in the air.

	"OH!," Gerald yelled as Nick killed off his last ninja.

	Gerald put down his controller, jumped on Nick, pinned his arms to
the floor and straddled him.

	"I'll teach you to kill off my ninjas," Gerald joked as he jumped
up and down on Nick's stomach and caused Nick to yell out. But the much
stronger Nick, tensed up his ab muscles and flipped him around where he was
now on top.

	"You're mine, young warrior, to do with as I please, ha, ha, ha,"
Nick said in a deep tone.

	"Oh please sir, don't hurt me," Gerald mocked in an exaggerated
high-toned voice.

	"Right now, what would please me, your master, is to fuck your
ass," Nick said in his best warlord voice.

	Gerald looked up at Nick, "Let's go to the bedroom."

	"No, I want to fuck you right here on the floor," Nick said in his
normal voice, then leaned down, and kissed his boyfriend.

	"What about Donnie? What if he comes home?" Gerald said after Nick
released his tongue.

	"Then he gets to see us fuck, young warrior, ha, ha, ha," Nick said
in his warlord voice again and started to take off his shirt, "besides, he
has a double shift again and won't be home until late tonight."

	Nick stood up and let his pants fall to the floor. His thick 7-inch
dick pointed out hard in front of him. Gerald grinned from ear to ear and
in seconds was out of his clothes and on his knees in front of Nick. He
looked up at his handsome boyfriend's muscular body. He grabbed Nick's
balls, and swallowed his dick.

	"Fuck babe, god," Nick moaned, "love that mouth of yours."

	Gerald sucked faster and faster, but Nick pulled his dick from
Gerald's mouth, ran into the bedroom, and came back to the living room with
a bottle of lube in his hand.

	"You sure we will be ok here and not in the bedroom?" Gerald asked.

	Nick didn't reply he just buried his tongue into Gerald's mouth
again, and pushed him down on his back and laid on top of him. With his
knees, he spread Gerald's legs apart. Nick knelt between his legs, smiled
at Gerald, then grabbed his legs and pushed them high over Gerald's
head. Nick put his hard lube slicked cock at Gerald's rosebud and pushed in
until his balls rested in Gerald's ass crack.

	"Oh yeah, babe," Gerald whispered as Nick's dick opened him up.

	Nick began to push in and out of Gerald's hole, then forced
Gerald's ass high in the air. Nick was on his feet as he plowed into his
boyfriend's hole.

	"Fuck, babe," Gerald said as he felt Nick's dick go deeper inside
him.

	"Oh, God, Ger, I love you," Nick said. His legs were spread wide as
he continued to work his boyfriend's butt.

	"Cum inside me, Nicky," Gerald yelled.

	Just as Nick's dick was ready to shoot his load, the front door
swung wide open.

	"What the fuck is going on?!" Donnie yelled out.

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	Michael's Lexus pulled up in front of the studio where Daniel,
Chelsea, and the contractor stood.

	"Hey, there's Chase," Daniel said, "Charlie's in the car too. I
will be right back." Daniel walked to the car and got there just as Chase
got out.

	"Hi babe, you ok?" Daniel whispered then kissed his lover.

	"Yeah, I'm ok now," Chase replied. Daniel looked at his lover and
had a feeling there was something else that bothered him, something other
than Charlie.

	Daniel turned his attention to Charlie.

	"Hi Michael," Daniel said as he opened the car door so he could hug
his friend.

	"Hi Daniel," Michael replied.

	Daniel put his arms around Charlie.

	"You're going to be ok, Charlie," Daniel said as he tried to hold
back tears.

	"Thanks Daniel, you're a good friend," Charlie said as he put his
arms around him, then kissed him on the lips. Daniel looked at Charlie and
saw tears running down his face. Charlie felt embarrassed. The lack of
drugs had left his emotions vulnerable.

	"I been crying a lot the past couple days," Charlie said as Daniel
wiped Charlie's tears with his hands.

	"It's been an emotional time, Charlie," Daniel said and kissed his
friend again.

	"We better go," Michael said and squeezed his partner's hand; "I'll
give you guys a call tomorrow ok?"

	"Yeah, let us know how things go," Daniel said as he backed out of
the car. Chase stepped in and hugged his brother tight. Nothing was said.

	Chase stepped away from the car and closed the door. Michael put
the car in gear and drove away. Daniel and Chase stared at the car until it
turned a corner and disappeared.

	Daniel put his arm around Chase's shoulders as they slowly walked
over to Chelsea and the contractor.

	"Chase," Chelsea said with sympathy in her voice, "is Charlie going
to be ok?" She kissed him on both cheeks.

	"Yeah, when he comes out of Betty Ford, he will be. By the way, I
almost killed your best client, Steven Marks. He's the one who supplied
Charlie with the drugs."

	"That bastard; hell with him, he won't be allowed in my gallery
again. Oh where are my manners, Chase Bell this is Noah Jordan of Noah
Jordan Construction. He just showed us some fabulous plans to turn this
building into studios for you both."

	"Hi Chase," Noah said and shook Chase's hand.

	"Hey, Noah, I've seen your trucks all around the South Bay," Chase
said.

	"Yeah, we kinda have our hands in everything," Noah admitted, "I
hope you like the plans and that the proposal is within your budget."

	Chase looked at the man in front of him. He was tall about 6 ft. 4
in. with broad shoulders. Chase guessed he was about 45 years old. He
definitely was ruggedly handsome with his dark hair that was covered by a
baseball hat with the insignia of Noah Jordan Construction.

	"Daniel did you look at it?"

	"Yeah, Chase I did."

	Daniel noticed that Chase was not in the mood for this right now
and so did Chelsea.

	"I tell you what Noah, let's let the boys go home, look at the
plans, and talk things over while you and I go over the proposal. Is that
ok with you guys?"

	"Yeah, thanks Chelsea," Chase said as he hugged her and she kissed
him on the cheeks.

	"Charlie's going to be ok," Chelsea whispered as she cupped her
hands on Chase's cheeks, then said her goodbyes to Daniel in the same way.

	"Nice meeting you Noah, sorry about running off like this," Chase
said. He sounded tired. What happened at Charlie's apartment took a lot of
his energy.

	"Come on let's go to the car and get you home," Daniel said, "Bye
for now Noah," Daniel said.

	"Oh speaking of cars," Chelsea shouted to them as they headed for
Daniel's old 280ZX, "next week we go car shopping."

	Daniel smiled, "Ok, Chelsea, we'll talk about that later." Daniel
felt they were spending way too much money.

	They got to Daniel's car and got in. Chase slouched down, leaned
his head back against the seat, and put his bare feet on the dashboard.

	"You ok babe," Daniel asked as he started the car. He still felt
something else was on Chase's mind.

	"Yeah," is all Chase said. He was worried about Charlie and if he
was strong enough to undergo detox and all the agony of getting off drugs.

	It didn't take long to get back to the house. It was a warm
evening, so they both removed their shirts as they walked into the living
room.

	Chase lay down on the sofa and Daniel sat next to him. Chase moved
into position where his head lay on his lover's lap. Daniel stroked Chase's
hair with one hand and rubbed his stomach with the other, while Chase
rubbed the back of his hand over Daniel's muscular chest.

	"You should have seen him Daniel, when we got there. I thought he
was dead. He was laying on the bathroom floor in his piss, and vomit was
all over him."

	"Jesus," Daniel gasped.

	"We cleaned him in the shower. I held him up while Michael washed
him," Chase continued, "by the time we got him out, he was feeling better."

	"Good," Daniel said, but he felt Chase had more to tell him.

	"Daniel."

	"Yeah, babe."

	"Our emotions were running pretty high and well..."

	"You made love, right?" Daniel completed Chase's sentence.

	"Yeah, I hope you understand."

	"I do babe," Daniel said as he stroked Chase's head. Daniel's
insecurities tried desperately tried to get in, but he didn't allow that to
happen.

	"I love you, Daniel."

	"Yeah, I know. I love you too," Daniel smiled.

	"Daniel, I did something else that has me scared," Chase said with
a frown on his face.

	"What did you do?" Daniel said while he stroked Chase's hair again.

	Chase hesitated, "When Steven walked into Charlie's apartment...I
lost it babe. I smashed his head against the door, over and over, and
slapped his face. I wanted to see him dead. If Michael hadn't stopped
me...I think I would have killed him. Shit Daniel, my body; was shaking I
was so pissed. All I wanted to do was beat on his ass. Oh God, Daniel, I'm
like my fucking old man."

	Daniel didn't say anything at first. He figured this was the other
thing that was on Chase's mind. He knew Chase had a quick temper, but he
hadn't seen any evidence of anything like his father.

	"This isn't like what your father did to you. This guy Steven
nearly caused Charlie's death. Your dad just beat you for the hell of it."

	"The result was the same, Daniel," Chase said, "What if I loose my
temper with you?"

	"I'll just have to kick your ass," Daniel joked as he ran his
fingers through his lover's hair again, then pinched his nipple.

	Chase smiled as he started at his lover's hard chest and rubbed the
back of this hand over Daniel's muscular arm; but he was still worried
about his behavior.

	"Hon, if it's bothering you that much, then seek help. Ask Michael
what he thinks."

	"Michael has enough on his mind right now."

	"Well maybe the diversion, will do him good."

	Chase lay silent for a bit. He didn't want to talk or think about
it anymore.

	"I'm thirsty, want a beer?" Chase said and sat up, leaned into
Daniel and kissed him passionately on the lips. Daniel returned the
passion.

	He didn't push the subject on his partner. He knew Chase would take
care of it when it felt right.

	"I'll take a beer, too." Daniel said as they stood up.

	It was then that Gerald came into the house. He looked at Daniel
with a worried face, then walked toward him and put his arms around him and
laid his head on his shoulders. Chase walked back into the living room with
the beers, and saw Gerald, practically in tears. Daniel gave Chase a
quizzical look.

	"What's wrong bud?" Chase asked.

	"Are you ok?" Daniel added.

	"Donnie walked in on Nicky and me while we were having sex," Gerald
said with his head still on Daniel's shoulder.

	"Oh fuck," Chase said.

	"What did he do?" Daniel asked.

	"He started to yell and Nick thought he was going to hit me and he
pushed Donnie. They started shoving each other and Donnie said some shitty
things to me and that made Nicky madder and he took a swing at
Donnie. Nicky told me to leave quick, so I put my clothes on and left. I
don't want them fighting because of me, Daniel."

	"Jesus Christ," Chase said.

	"I think Nicky connected with that punch," Gerald said.

	"Well, we'll let things cool down a bit and then get in touch with
Donnie to find out what the hell is going on," Daniel said a bit irritated.

	"Yeah, don't worry bud. Donnie a good guy, he'll come around,"
Chase said.

	"But what he said was right, I am just a 'fucking street hustler'."

	"He said that?" Chase asked.

	"Yeah, and a lot more."

	"Gerald, that part of your life is gone. Your life is here now and
it's going to be a good life," Daniel said as he rubbed his young friends
back.

	"I love Nicky. I don't know if I can do it without him."

	"Gerald, don't jump to conclusions, ok? We'll talk with Donnie,
later," Daniel scolded.

	"I know, I guess," Gerald said. He wanted to think things would be
ok, but he had so many disappointments in his young life, it would be
difficult for him to think otherwise.

	"Come on," Chase said, "you want a beer?"

	Gerald smiled, "Yeah, I would like that," then followed Chase to
the kitchen, but still stared at Daniel.

	"Hey you perving for my boyfriend," Chase joked as he opened the
top of the bottle and handed it to his underage friend.

	Gerald blushed and figured he better talk with Chase about what he
felt for Daniel. He took a big drink of his beer.

	"Look, Chase, I want you to understand something. I know when I
came in, I put my arms around Daniel," Gerald started, "but it's just I
think ... I mean I feel ... hell I don't know what I mean. Daniel treats me
like, well," Gerald hesitated. Chase knew what Gerald wanted to say. "I
know we had sex and I am sorry that happened but, damn Chase, I look up to
Daniel and I don't want anything to stop that and I don't want you to think
I am trying anything you wouldn't want me to. I just feel ... I don't know,
maybe I feel...safe, like he's my old man or something." Gerald continued
to ramble on and on.

	"Hey, hey," Chase said, "I know what you mean. I was just joking at
ya, besides, Gerald you're family now. This is your home and,...well I feel
like you're my kid brother."

	Gerald smiled, "I think I like that, big bro," Gerald kidded. He
hesitated then continued very seriously.

	"Chase, Donnie said some really bad things about me and I am not
sure if he's wrong. 'Once a street kid, always a street kid,' he said to
me. Nick took a swing at him at that too. I hate it that he and Nicky are
fighting."

	"Brother's fight. I know I consider Charlie my brother and hell we
fight all the time, sometimes with our fists. And Gerald, you're not living
on the street anymore, so you ain't a street kid, not if Daniel and I have
anything to say about it."

	"I used to have a close friend like that when I was on the street,"
Gerald said as he took another drink of his beer. "He would tell me there
was something better waiting for me somewhere and that I didn't belong
selling my body on Santa Monica Blvd. He used to look after me all the
time. I told Nicky about him and I think he got jealous cause Ryan and I
used to have sex."

	"Were you in love with this guy Ryan?"

	"Nah, we just liked having sex with each other," Gerald laughed. "I
miss him a lot."

	"Do you know where he's at?"

	"No, I hadn't seen him since before Andreas."

	"Well, maybe someday we will head into West Hollywood and look for
him, you never know."

	"You'd do that for me?"

	"Hell, what are brothers for," Chase said and laughed. He put his
beer down on the counter, then put Gerald in a headlock, gave him a nuggy
on top of his head, then let go. They both started to laugh. Then Gerald
got serious again.

	"I want Nicky to be part of the family," Gerald said as the walked
back into the living room.

	That's when Nick came into the house. Gerald went up to him and
held him in his arms.

	"Hi, guys," Nick said to Daniel and Chase.

	"I'm sorry, Ger," Nick said, "I can't believe Donnie said those
things."

	"I don't want you to fight with him Nicky. He's right I am a no
good street hustler."

	"No you're not anymore," Nick said as he held Gerald tighter,
"you're with me now and I won't let anyone talk about you like that, not
even Donnie." Gerald felt good and kissed Nick on the lips.

	"Look Gerald," Daniel added, "That life is behind you now, so stop
thinking of yourself as a fucking hustler."

	"I guess," Gerald said.

	"I can't go back there," Nick said, "Do you think I could stay here
for a few days until Donnie gets it through his hard head that Ger and I
are for real and nothing he says will change that?" he asked Daniel and
Chase.

	"Yeah, sure," Chase said after Daniel shook his head in agreement.

	"Look you two go into Gerald's room. Chase and I will give Donnie a
call and let him know you are going to stay here until he calms down,"
Daniel said.

	"Thanks. Sorry I am pushing myself on you like this," Nick said.

	"You're not. Gerald wants you to be part of our family and family
is always welcome in this house," Daniel said. Nick smiled and put his arm
around his boyfriend, as Gerald led him into the bedroom.

	"What should you say to Donnie," Daniel asked.

	"I'd like to say he's a fucking asshole for what he's doing to his
brother and Gerald," Chase smiled, "but these straight guys wouldn't
understand."

	Chase picked up the phone and punched in his number.

	"Hello?" Donnie said and held an ice pack on his cheek where Nick
connected with a punch.

	"Hey, Donnie, it's me Chase."

	"I'm such a fucking jerk," Donnie said. "I take it Nick's there and
told you what happened."

	"Yeah, they're both here. Nick wants to stay here for a few days
until you calm down."

	"Shit, I said some things I shouldn't have, but damn Chase, he's
hooked himself up with that fucking hustler and he's going to hurt Nick, I
know it."

	"Well, I don't agree with that, Donnie. Gerald's a good kid that
has had a lot of bad breaks. Daniel and I are trying to turn things around
for him."

	"I don't know if that could happen," Donnie still insisted. He was
a cop and he had seen street kids go from bad to worse.

	"Donnie, he loves Nick very much and Nick loves him just as
much. If you try to keep them apart, you will loose Nick. I don't think
either one of you want that."

	"He's just a kid, he'll come around."

	"Donnie, I guarantee if Nick has to decide between you or Gerald he
will pick Gerald. That's how much they love each other. You have not seen
them together. I think you need to spend time with them."

	"I don't know if I could. The thought of him having sex with a guy
really got to me."

	"So it's not Gerald, it's the fact that Nick is gay, that's the
problem."

	"I thought I could handle it, but I can't. When I walked in and saw
Nick fucking that kid in the ass, I almost got sick to my stomach."

	"Get used to it Donnie or you will loose your brother. Even if
Gerald wasn't in his life, there would be another guy and that is one way
we make love to each other. If you caught him fucking a girl, you would
have given him a Hi-Five and said 'Go bro', right?"

	"Probably," Donnie admitted, "What am I to do, Chase," Donnie said
confused as ever.

	"Well, let Nick stay here for a while and see how you both feel."

	"School starts next week and football practice starts tomorrow."

	"We'll see to it that he gets to school and football
practice. Maybe we will enroll Gerald in high school, too."

	"Yeah, whatever, I got to get back on duty. I will call Nick
tonight. And Chase,"

	"Yeah."

	"Tell Nick I love him."

	"Tell him yourself when you talk to him tonight."

	"Yeah, I guess, bye."

	"Bye"

	They both hung up the phone. Chase turned to Daniel, "This is going
to be a hard sell. Donnie is more fucking homophobic than I thought."

	Daniel took his lover in his arms, "You gave Donnie a lot to think
about, again. You know, like I said before, if this photography thing
doesn't work out you should consider becoming a counselor. You're pretty
good at it." Daniel smiled.

	"Yeah, I am pretty good at it, ain't I?" Chase joked.

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

	Nick and Gerald lay in bed fully clothed, and held on to each
other. They heard most of what Chase said to Donnie. Nick felt upset and
just held Gerald tighter. He loved his brother, but he loved Gerald
more. He was just as confused as Donnie.

	Nick lifted Gerald's chin, kissed his lips, and pulled him into
him. He became aroused, ran his hand down to Gerald's crotch, and rubbed
his hard cock through his jeans.

	"I love you, Ger," he said, "do ya wanta finish what we were doing
before Donnie walked in on us?"

	Gerald didn't say anything he just kissed his boyfriend and ran his
hand under Nick's shirt. The touch of his boyfriend's muscular chest sent
shivers through his body.

	Nick ran his hand up Gerald's shirt, slowly feeling his lover's
defined abs. He stopped at his right nipple and flicked it with his finger,
then moved to his left tit and pinched it hard. Gerald moaned with
pleasure.

	Nick sat up and pulled off his shirt, then grabbed Gerald shirt and
pulled it over his head. Nick stared at his boyfriend as he lay there. He
smiled then leaned down and began to lick Gerald's neck. He moved down to
his nipple and ran his tongue around it. His hand held onto Gerald's hard
cock that strained through his jeans.

	Gerald started to unbuckle his belt, but Nick stopped him.

	"Let me do that, Ger. I like taking off your clothes."

	Gerald smiled and let Nick do what he wanted to do.

	Nick finished with Gerald's belt, unbuttoned his jeans, and pulled
his them down and Gerald's hard cock sprang out and pointed to the ceiling.

	"I love how you look naked. You're so hot. God I want to fuck you
so bad and no one will interrupt us this time," Nick panted as he got up
and removed the rest of his clothes and got back on the bed.

	"Fuck me, Nicky," Gerald said as he lifted his legs far over his
head. Nick spread them apart and leaned in between them and kissed his
lover and rubbed his cock in the crack of Gerald's ass.

	"God that feels good," Gerald groaned, "fuck me, please."

	"Oh yeah," Nick said as he knelt back up and reached in the night
table drawer and got out the bottle of lube. He poured a large amount
directly on his hand and Gerald watched as he spread it over his cock and
jacked it to make sure it was good and hard.

	Nick breathed hard and fast, he leaned into Gerald, put his dick to
Gerald rosebud, and pushed all the way in.

	"Fuck you always feel good inside me, Nicky."

	"Yeah, you feel good too babe and no one is here that will
interrupt me from fucking you and cumming in your ass," Nick said with a
smile and he began his in and out motion. He pushed hard inside Gerald ass,
causing him to moan loudly.

	"Oh god, Nicky, yeah, fuck," Gerald called out as Nick pumped
faster and faster.


	"Ger... fuck ... I'm going to cum, can't hold it," Nick said
desperately. His adolescent hormones were on overdrive.

	"Cum in me baby, yeah," Gerald called out just as his own orgasm
shot like a rocket out of his dick and onto his face, chest and stomach.

	"Ahhhhhhh," Nick yelled out as he shot load after teenage load
inside Gerald tight ass. Cum overflowed inside Gerald and oozed out and
onto the sheet.

	"Fuck," Nick shouted again as the last of his spunk entered his
lover's ass.

	"Push more, Nicky, I love how you feel, fuck," Gerald called out,
then Nick gave one last push and collapsed on top of Gerald and let the cum
smear between their bodies.

	Gerald put his arms around Nick and ran his hands up and down
Nick's back. Nick's dick was still hard and still rested inside Gerald
pucker. Both boys were silent for a while in order to catch their breath.

	"No one will ever stop us from making love again," Nick panted then
removed his dick from Gerald, "not even Donnie."

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

	Chase and Daniel had gone up to their bedroom and were curled up in
the spoon position on one of the big overstuffed chairs while they watched
the people on The Strand. Chase rubbed Daniel's hairy chest, then kissed
his neck.

	Chase got up from the chair and put his hand out to Daniel, "Come
with me," he said.

	"Where?" Daniel asked as he got up.

	"You'll see," Chase said as he gave Daniel the "evil eye" and led
him into the bathroom. Daniel's dick got hard and poked at his shorts.

	"Hmmm," Daniel said as he grabbed his lover and kissed him. Chase
pushed away from him and undid Daniel's shorts and let them fall to the
floor. He stood there naked, hard, and ready for his lover's attention.

	"Now your turn," Daniel said. Chase took off his shorts and they
both stood naked with the tip of their dicks pointed at each other.

	"Stand in the shower and wet your body," Chase ordered,
seductively.

	Daniel ran the back of his hand over Chase's hard cock, then
stepped into the shower, turned on the water and wet his entire body. He
figured Chase had something in particular planned for their lovemaking. He
closed his eyes as he put his head under the spray. "You coming in babe?"
Daniel asked still under the showerhead. Chase didn't reply.

	Daniel's cock was fully erect as he ran his hands over this body in
anticipation of what was to come. He stepped out from under that spray and
opened his eyes. Chase stood in front of him with a broad grin on his face,
a razor in one hand, and a can of shaving cream in the other.

	"Ready Daniel?" Chase said all smiles.

	"Oh Fuck!" Daniel said, "You want to shave my body now? But I
thought we..."

	"Yeah, babe, I want to take some more pictures of you, but I want
your body shaved."

	"Can't we talk about this some more?"

	"Nope," Chase said as he shook the can of shave cream and squirted
a large glob of the white foam in his hand. Daniel's dick went soft.

	"Let's see we'll do your upper body first," Chase said and he
spread the cream on Daniel. He took the razor and began to stroke it over
Daniel's chest.

	"Hope I don't cut off a nipple," Chase joked.

	"Oh Shit," Daniel said. He was nervous, but had faith in his lover
that he wouldn't hurt him. He did have his doubts though about the whole
shaving idea; although, he did find it rather erotic and his cock rose to
full hard again.

	"Enjoying yourself I see," Chase said as he watched Daniel's
erection grow. Daniel didn't say anything he just smiled and held his
breath.

	After he finished with Daniel's chest, Chase spread more shave
cream on his abs and let the razor glide smoothly over each ridge of his
six-pack. Daniel still held his breath and Chase had a broad grin on his
face. Several minutes later Chase had Daniel's chest and stomach shaved.

	When Chase got down to Daniel's pubic hair he got a pair of
scissors from the drawer by the sink and trimmed around his dick, but still
left the bush full. He didn't want to shave his pubic hair, just give it a
nice neat look.

 	Chase squirted more shave cream in his hand, lifted Daniel's dick
that was still hard, and applied the cream to Daniel's scrotum.

	"You're going to shave my balls?" Daniel asked wide-eyed.

	"Yeah, spread your legs and don't move. I don't want to cut off
your dick," Chase joked as he got down on his knees. Now Daniel started to
get really nervous.

	"You ok, babe, you look a bit shook," Chase laughed as he brought
the razor to Daniel's ball sack.

	"Hmm, I do tend to get a little jumpy when someone has a sharp
object running over my balls," Daniel said as he tried not to laugh, but
Chase couldn't hold it in. He started to laugh uncontrollably, but he did
remember to remove the razor from Daniel's balls, first.

	"Now be serious," Daniel said as he continued to laugh.

	Chase gained control and brought the razor back toward Daniel's
sack, but burst out laughing again; which caused Daniel to laugh as well.

	After a few more futile attempts, Chase finally was able to finish
the job.

	"Now your legs and I want to shave the hairs in your ass crack,
too, not that it's that hairy, but I want your crack as smooth as your ass
cheeks."

	Chase continued by shaving Daniel's legs first. The hair on his
firm thighs and calves were not very thick, but Chase wanted them
completely hairless.

	"Ok now turn around and bend over and spread your ass cheeks so I
could get that hair off. We may have to wax some of your body too,
especially this ass crack," Chase joked.

	"I don't think so," Daniel said seriously, "shaving is one thing,
but waxing my asshole is out of the question." Daniel smiled, but he was
dead serious about the waxing.

	Reluctantly, he bent over and spread his cheeks and Chase put a
thin coat of the shave cream around his hole. Daniel held his breath as he
felt the sharp blade slide around his rosebud. He said to himself over and
over, "Chase wouldn't hurt me, Chase wouldn't hurt me, Chase wouldn't hurt
me."

	Chase was true to his word and didn't leave a scratch on his
lover's perfect body.

	"Now rinse off," Chase said.

	Daniel stood under the shower and let the residue of the shaving
cream wash from his body. He turned around, bent over, and let the shower
wash the shave crème from his butt. He turned to face Chase.

	"Well, what do I look like," Daniel said worried he looked like one
of those hairless dogs with the tuft of hair on top is head.

	Chase stood there with his mouth open, then said, "Fuck babe, you
just keep getting hotter; your body, its...its..."

	Chase couldn't say anything else; he ran his hands over Daniel's
smooth upper body, then grabbed his smooth balls. Daniel jumped. His body
felt more sensitive without the hair. Chase's touch was more erotic than
ever. Both men were amazed at how sensual it felt.

	Chase was over come with lust. He pulled Daniel into him and kissed
him hard and devoured his tongue. He got down on his knees and swallowed
Daniel cock while he rubbed his partner's smooth chest and abs with one
hand and his hairless ballsack with the other. Daniel gasped at the feel of
his hairless scrotum as his lover fondled it.

	"Oh damn, babe," Daniel said, "this feels so ... fuck."

	Chase grunted in agreement, but didn't let Daniel's dick from his
mouth. He continue to suck on his dick and the hand that fondled his balls
moved slow in between Daniel legs and to his smooth ass crack.

	"Damn that feels nice," Chase said as he dropped Daniel's rock hard
cock from his mouth.

	"You should feel it from this end," Daniel said. Even his asshole
felt more sensitive.

	"Let's go on the bed," Chase said as he got off his knees and
grabbed a towel.

	"Let me do that for you," Chase said as he began to dry his lover's
body then himself.

	Daniel looked down and thought how odd it looked without the hair
on his chest, but liked how sensual it felt when Chase touched him.

	They walked into the bedroom and Daniel laid down on his
back. Chase stared at Daniel's perfect body for a second then lay on top of
him. Their lips and tongues met as they kissed. Chase began to run his
tongue down Daniel's smooth body. He licked Daniel's chest and ran his
tongue around his nipples, first the left, then the right one.

	His tongue moved down and ran smoothly through the valley of
Daniel's abs.

	"Fuck babe," Daniel gasped. He was overcome on how this new
sensation thrilled his entire body.

	Chase grabbed onto Daniel's legs, pushed them up, and looked at his
lover's hairless asscrack.

	"Fuck Daniel, that looks good enough to eat," Chase joked and
leaned down, ran his tongue around the outside of Daniel's rosebud, then
plunged it into his hole.

	"Oh, oh, oh, oh," Daniel moaned. "Fuck," he said as Chase pushed
his tongue deep inside his extra sensitive hole.

	With his tongue still in Daniel ass, Chase began to jack Daniel's
dick. Chase moaned loudly with his mouth over Daniel's pink pucker.

	"Oh, fuck, Chase," Daniel gasped as Chase burrowed deeper into
Daniel's smooth hairless hole. Chase moaned and Daniel sensitive pucker
felt the vibration from the moan.

	"Damn, do that again," Daniel cried with delight.

	Chase moaned over and over while he continued to beat off his
lover.

	"Stop," Daniel said, "too close to cumming."

	Chase pulled his tongue from Daniel's rosebud and stopped beating
him off.

	"I gotta fuck that hole now," Chase panted and wiped his mouth with
his hand, then reached into the night table drawer and got the lube.

	With the bottle of lube in his hand, he stopped and stared at his
lover's hot body, again, then ran his hand over Daniel chest.

	"You are so...fucking...god damn, I love you," Chase said at a lose
for words, "your body, god damn look at you."

	He slicked his dick with the lube and pushed Daniel's legs up and
over his head. Daniel's hole was still wet from Chase's tongue attack as he
put his rigid pole against it. Daniel jumped and smiled at his lover.

	"Put it in, babe," Daniel said lovingly. Chase pushed and slid all
the way into his partner.

	"Fuck, Daniel," Chase gasped as he leaned down, rested his body
between Daniel's outstretched legs and kissed him with all the passion he
could muster. The touch of his own smooth chest against Daniel's now smooth
chest sent a wave of passion though his body. He lifted his dick half way
out of Daniel's ass, then plunged back into him.

	"Oh, god," Daniel cried out as Chase pumped his ass over and over.

	"Fuck me baby, now, hard," Daniel yelled.

	Chase got back on his knees and pulled Daniel's hips, which forced
his dick deeper into his lover and began to pound his hole with the force
that Daniel loved. He knew he was close to his orgasm and grabbed onto
Daniel dick and began to jack it again. Daniel breathed hard as he tried to
control his orgasm.

	"Oh babe," Chase said breathlessly, "I gotta cum inside that ass of
yours now. God, you look so fucking hot!"

	"Go for it," Daniel panted, "Oh Chase, fuck."

	Just as Daniel said that, a gush of cum shot from his big hard cock
while at the same time, Chase's dick blasted his load inside his lover's
smooth hole.

	"Oh fuck," Both young men cried out as their spunk blast exploded
out their rigid members.

	Long strings of his white goo landed over Daniel's smooth chest and
abs, then dribbled over Chase's hand that still had a very firm grip on
Daniel's member.

	Chase gave one last hard push inside Daniel as the last of his
sperm overflowed his hole.

	Chase let go of Daniel's softened dick and let it plopp on his
abs. Chase stared at Daniel's hard cum covered body and licked his hand
clean, while he stared into Daniel's eyes. He leaned down and ran his
tongue through the cum on Daniel's smooth abs and smiled as it glided
unobstructed by the hair that used to be on his lovers body.

	He collapsed on top of lover and kissed him hard with all the left
over passion he could pull from his exhausted body. They lay together for a
while to catch their breaths.

	"So, I take it you like how I look with a shaved body," Daniel said
still a bit out of breath. He knew full well how Chase felt. He repeated it
several time as they made love, but he wanted to hear it again, to reassure
himself that what they did was something good. Daniel's insecurities tried
desperately to take over and he tired just as hard to keep them at bay. He
was the master of his emotions now and he wasn't willing to give that up.

	"You're amazing, Daniel," Chase said as he rolled off his lover,
"Just when I think I've seen it all, something like this happens. God, I
love how you look without the hair. Not that I didn't love how you looked
with the hairy chest, but now I can see every muscle and every ripple on
your body and I licked your ass and had no hair in my mouth," Chase laughed
as he ran his hand over Daniel's cum covered abs.

	"Holy Shit, babe, your 6 pack is really an 8 pack," Chase said as
he pointed out the extra pair of ab muscles just above Daniel's pelvis.

	Daniel lifted his head up and looked where Chase touched, "Damn,
look at that," Daniel laughed as Chase kissed Daniel's newly discovered
muscle group, then moved up to his lips.

	Chase looked lovingly into Daniel's dark brown eyes, kissed his
lips, and said, "I'm hungry, let's go to Scotties."

	Daniel laughed on how fast Chase could change subjects, especially
when it came to food, "Do you think the boys would want to eat?"

	"Duh, their teenagers," Chase answered.

	They got out of bed and went into the bathroom to clean the cum
from their bodies.

	"Just put on your shorts and not your shirt just yet," Chase said
as they started to dress up, "I want to see the boys reaction to how you
look."

	"Oh Chase, don't you think you're getting carried away?"

	"Yeah, I sure am, but I want everyone to see you babe, Chase said
as took Daniel in his arms. "God I can't wait to take your pictures. I hope
Chelsea has that studio rented so I could take some studio pictures of
you...for the book." Chase smiled.

	"Yes, of course, the book," Daniel smirked as he broke their
embrace and put on his shorts, grabbed his T-Shirt, but didn't put it on.

	"Come on, let show you off to the boys." Chase looked at Daniel
again and tugged his shorts down just a bit to make sure all eight ab
muscles showed.

	Chase and Daniel walked slowly down the stairs. Gerald and Nick
were on the couch all cuddled up naked, as they watched the little TV in
the living room. They had listened to Chase and Daniel while they had sex
and both boys were still hard.

	"Hey, guys, take a look," Chase said as he pointed to his partner.

	Daniel stood in front of Gerald and Nick and felt very
self-conscious until Nick spoke up.

	"Holy Shit, Daniel, wow!" Nick exclaimed.

	"Daniel, you look fucking great," Gerald said as he got up and
touched Daniel's abs. He didn't even try to hide his erection. "Hey, you
got an 8 pack," Gerald noticed, as did Chase.

	"That's a great look," Nick said as he tried to hide his erection,
but he was naked and that was very difficult for him to do.

	Daniel started to be aroused himself and thought it best to put on
his shirt and pull up his shorts.

	"Hey, we're going to Scotties," Daniel said to change the subject,
"Why don't you guys get dressed and come along. I bet you are pretty
hungry."

	"Yeah, sure would," Gerald said and they headed for the bedroom to
get their clothes. Their hard dicks swung back and forth as they walked
from the living room.

	Gerald and Nick quickly dressed up. Gerald grabbed his wallet and
as they made their way out of the bedroom, he checked his wallet to make
sure there was money in it. From there, they all left the house and walked
down The Strand to Scotties.

	The restaurant was pretty busy and they had to wait about 15
minutes before they got a table. When they did, the boys ordered burgers
and fries, while Daniel ordered the meatloaf again and Chase ordered
Chicken Strips.

	"Don't forget that tomorrow Cole will be here about 11:00," Gerald
said, then took a big bite of his burger.

	"Yeah, I want to talk to that guy," Chase said. He was still very
suspicious of Andreas' former boyfriend.

	"I would like to talk with him too," Nick said. "What kind of guy
would take advantage of a kid?"

	Daniel looked down at his meal and played a bit with his mashed
potatoes. Chase rubbed his leg.

	"Cole's a great guy," Gerald said, upset by the way Chase and Nick
talked about his friend. "What happened between me and him was my fault and
no one else." Gerald looked at Daniel, because he wanted to let him know
what he said about Cole, was also meant for him.

	"Well, we will behave ourselves when Cole comes by tomorrow, right
guys," Daniel said to Chase and Nick.

	"Yeah, sure," Chase said rather unconvincingly.

	"I guess," Nick said.

	Gerald's expression turned to a deep frown.

	"Look you two," Daniel said impatiently, "this is very important to
Gerald, and we all are going to back him up. Ok!"

	Nick felt bad, "Sorry Ger," he said and put his arm around
him. "You can count on me to support you."

	"Yeah me too, bro," Chase said as he clinched his fist and passed
it in front of Gerald, who then tapped it with his fist.

	"I knew you'd see it my way," Gerald said with a smile and everyone
laughed.

	They finished their meal and when the check came, Gerald grabbed
it.

	"I want to pay this," Gerald said, but Daniel grabbed it out of his
hand.

	"Hey, you guys have been paying for my food and crap. I got money I
want to do something to carry my weight."

	"Yeah, let Ger and me pay this," Nick added.

	"Guys, you use your money on yourselves. And Gerald, you need
clothes and other things. We will pay for the food until Chase can start
paying you a wage. We also want you to start school."

	"Hey, that would be great. We could go to school together," Nick
said.

	"I don't know, I haven't been to school in a while," Gerald said
sadly.

	"Well, we will see what can be done," Chase said with a smile, "one
of my surf buddies teaches there."

	"Figures," Daniel said sarcastically.

	"I really liked school," Gerald said, "Father Damien, one of my
teachers in junior high, thought I was some kind of genius, but then he
wanted to get in my pants and fuck my ass," Gerald laughed. The others
didn't.

	"How old were you, then," Daniel asked with concern.

	"Eleven."

	"Damn," Nick said, "a fucking priest? What a bastard."

	Daniel and Chase didn't say anything; they just looked at each
other.

	"I guess I shouldn't have said anything about that," Gerald said
when he saw the reaction from Nick and his two friends.

	"Hey, bud, there is nothing you can't tell us, ok?" Chase said.

	"Yeah, Chase's right Gerald. Don't ever hold anything back from
us. We'll be here anytime you want," Daniel said.

	"That goes for me too, Ger," Nick added.

	"Thanks," Gerald said. He wanted to get up and hug and kiss Nick
and his friends. He felt loved and that he had a real family now.

	They got up, Daniel paid the bill, and they walked out of the
restaurant and into the warm night air.

	"Let's walk along the shore," Chase said. Since, they were
barefoot, they didn't have to worry about sand filled shoes.

	"Yeah, I'll beat ya there," Nick said as he darted off across the
sand with Gerald right behind him.

	Daniel and Chase walked out to the shore while the two teenagers
chased and grabbed each other as they ran through the waters edge.

	Gerald stopped suddenly and stared out into the nothingness of the
ocean. He remembered his dim-witted attempt to kill himself. Nick saw his
change of mood and knew what went through his boyfriends mind and went up
to him and put his arm around him and they continued along the shore.

	In the darkness at edge of the surf, Chase took Daniel's hand in
his and followed the boys home. Chase got quiet and sullen.

	"You thinking about Charlie?" Daniel asked.

	"Yeah."

	"Me too."

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

	The next morning as the sun began to rise and cast long shadows on
the bedroom walls, Charlie lay in bed with his eyes wide open and felt the
warmth of his lover next to him. His body craved drugs, but he knew that
would not be possible ever again. His leg started to shake in a nervous
twitch. In a few hours he would be in rehab.

	Michael was in a restless sleep, again. He his body began to
tremble.

	"Charlie!" he yelled as he suddenly sat up, awaken by another
nightmare. His body dripped with his perspiration.

	"Michael are you ok?" Charlie asked a bit startled at Michael's
sudden movement. Michael laid back down and put his arm around his
lover. Charlie moved in closer. He didn't care that Michael's body was wet
with sweat. It had a manly smell, the smell of his lover. It excited him to
where his cock became full hard.

	"I am now, babe," Michael said.

	"Bad dream?"

	"Yeah, but I'm ok with you in my arms."

	Michael kissed his lover as he became aroused. He grabbed for
Charlie's manhood and found him just as aroused has he.

	While he held onto Charlie hard cock, Michael buried his tongue
into his lover's mouth.

	Michael released Charlie's lips and his cock and gently rolled on
top of him. He looked into his lover's eyes and smiled.

	"God you're handsome," he said while he wiped some of Charlie's
hair from his forehead. Charlie gave Michael a half smile and spread open
his legs and wrapped them around his lover.

	"Fuck me," Charlie whispered as Michael brought his lips in contact
with his.

	Michael reached over and took the bottle of lube off the night
table, then knelt between Charlie's legs. While he spread the lube on his
hard cock, Charlie looked at his lover and didn't know if he could go a
full month without Michael in his arms. His mind began to drift to whether
he could handle rehab, but when Michael grabbed his legs he quickly came
back to what was going on around him.

	"Ready, babe," Michael said softly.

	"Yeah," is all Charlie said.

	Michael lay on top of Charlie and kissed him and sparked his love
and passion. His hard dick poked at Charlie's hole. They kissed again, then
Michael pushed his massive tool inside his lover.

	"Oh, hmmmm," Charlie groaned as he bit his lip. He loved how it
felt when his lover slowly entered him.

	"You ok baby," Michael whispered. Charlie just grunted.

	Michael slowly moved his dick out of Charlie, then eased it back
into him. He wanted to take his time, so it could last a longer. He figured
it could be a month before he could be intimate with his partner and he
want to savor every second.

	"Yeah, babe, do it slow," Charlie said. He knew why Michael was
fucking him that way. This was something he wanted too, so the two lovers
just moved their bodies in rhythm with each other's. Charlie moved his hips
to Michael as Michael moved his down to Charlie.

	"I'm going to cum Charlie," Michael gasped.

	"Do it," he said. He was close but not quiet there yet.

	"Fuck," Michael said as his spunk blew up into Charlie's willing
ass. Over and over he let loose his sperm inside his lover.

	"Oh god," he said as he gave one last push, then collapsed on top
of his partner.

	"You didn't cum," Michael said out of breath.

	"No," Charlie said. He didn't care if he did or not, he had Michael
in his arms.

	Michael pulled his softened dick out of Charlie's hole then knelt
between his legs. He looked down at Charlie's still hard dick. He slid
down, lay in between Charlie's legs, and devoured his hardened manhood.

	"Oh fuck," Charlie gasped. Michael pumped faster and lubricated
Charlie's dick with his saliva. Charlie was close to his orgasm, so it
wasn't long before he shot his white cream down his lover's throat.

	"Oh, Michael, fuck!" Charlie yelled while he cummed.

	Michael swallowed as fast as Charlie let loose his spunk. He held
on to his dick as he felt it go soft, then dropped it from his mouth and
moved up to Charlie and held him in his arms. They lay there and tried to
catch their breath, but Michael knew it was time to go.

	"We better get up an shower. It's a two hour drive to the Betty
Ford Clinic," Michael said as he got out of bed.

	Charlie just lay there staring at the ceiling. A look of fear swept
over his face.

	"Charlie, what's wrong?" Michael asked when he saw his expression.

	"I'm scared," Charlie said barely audible.

	Michael lay back down next to his lover.

	"I know Charlie," he said as he took him in his arms. Charlie laid
his head on Michael's chest.

	"I'm scared Michael, I'm scared," Charlie said. His body shook as
Michael held his lover in his arms.

	"It's ok to be scared, Charlie, but I have faith in you babe, you
can do this. I know."

	But Charlie wasn't so sure, he managed to calmed down a bit and sat
up with his legs over the side of the bed. Michael got up, took Charlie by
the hand, and gently pulled him up toward him.

	"Let's shower, our bodies are all sweaty and you have cum leaking
out of your ass," Michael said with a big laugh. Charlie smiled and
followed him into the bathroom.

	They washed each other and kissed under the spray, then held each
other in their arms. Michael let Charlie go then turned off the water. They
got out, dried themselves, and slowly dressed up.

	Neither one felt like eating breakfast, so they grabbed Charlie's
suitcase that they packed the night before, got in the car, and started on
their journey.


	They were silent for a long time. Both wanted to say so much, but
the words were not there for either one.

	Charlie had time to think. He knew he had to go through with this
or he would loose Michael; that is something he just couldn't let
happen. He was determined to be clean and sober... he hoped.

	About an hour out from The Strand, Charlie remembered, "I forgot to
call Chase and Daniel to say goodbye."

	He dug his cel phone out of his pocket and punched in his friends'
phone number.

	"Hello," a sleepy Chase said.

	"Hey, sorry to wake you, but I wanted to say goodbye. Guess I won't
see you for a while."

	"Yeah, you hang in there," Chase said as he tried to maintain a
certain cool, but he couldn't for very long, "For Christ sake, Charlie I'm
going to miss you so fuckin' much. I love you man."

	"Me, too, Charlie," Daniel yelled into the phone.

	"Thanks guys," Charlie said with a smile. Then there was silence.

	"I better go," Charlie said.

	"Ok bro," Chase said. He wanted to say so much more, but he figured
he would say it when Charlie got out of rehab.

	"Bye," Charlie said then hung up without waiting for Chase to reply
and started to put his phone back in his pocket."

	"Uhmm, Charlie, don't put your phone away, you better give it to
me."

	"Why?"

	"Cel phones are not allowed."

	"Shit," Charlie said as he handed his phone to Michael.

	They held hands for the rest of their journey.

	Michael pulled up into the lavishly landscaped grounds of the Betty
Ford Clinic and parked the car. Both Michael and Charlie took a deep breath
and got out. Michael took Charlie's suitcase out of the trunk of the car,
then they walked hand in hand into the modern stucco Admissions building
with the name Firestone Hall across the entrance. The inside of the
building was warm and inviting and made up mostly of wood and glass. They
walked up to the Admissions Desk. Charlie stood there and stared.

	"May I help you?" The nurse asked.

	"Yeah, I'm Charlie Knox," he said as he held his head up high, "I
want to admit myself for drug and alcohol rehab."

	Michael put his arm around his lover's waist and pulled him toward
him.

	"Yes, Mr. Knox, we were expecting you," the nurse said and picked
up the phone and summoned Charlie's counselor.

	A few minutes later, a tall, striking black man, in a white dress
shirt with rolled ups sleeves, a blue tie, and tight denim jeans, walked
toward them.

	"Michael, how are you my friend," the man said as he came up to
Michael and gave him a hug, and kissed him on the lips.

	"Good to see you too, Del," Michael said. Del was gay and a college
mate of Michael's. They both went to the same pre-med school and were an
item for a short period of time until they realized they made better
friends than lovers.

	"You must be Charlie, I'm Dr. Delvin Williams. I'm your doctor and
your counselor while you are here and whenever you need me afterwards," he
said as he extended his hand to Charlie.

	"Hey, Delvin," Charlie said, he took a deep breath and exhaled
slowly.

	"I know you're frightened right now Charlie, but we will do our
best to make things right for you, but I can't say it will be an easy
thing. Come on, I will show you to your room and introduce you to your
roommate."

	Charlie picked up his suitcase, looked at Michael and expected him
to come along with him.

	"I can't come with you now, Charlie," Michael said with a lump in
his throat.

	"Huh, why?"

	"That's right Charlie," Delvin said, "no visitors allowed until
next Sunday."

	"Next Sunday, Why," Charlie started to panic. Michael took him in
his arms. His heart felt like it broke in a million pieces. Michael
continued to be like a rock and tried not to let Charlie see he was ready
to fall apart.

	"That's the rules Charlie," Delvin said.

	Michael held Charlie tight, looked him in the eye, brushed some of
Charlie's hair from his face, then kissed him long and hard on the lips in
front of everyone. He didn't care who looked on.

	"You're going to be ok, Charlie. You're going to make it," Michael
whispered in his ear.

	"I love you Michael."

	"I love you too, Charlie."

	"Take good care of him, Del," Michael said as they broke their
embrace.

	"Don't worry, Michael, I will," Delvin replied, "I'll call you
later."

	Michael stared into Charlie's eyes. He wanted to grab him and rush
him into the car and take him home, but he knew that was not the way to
handle things. He let go of his lover, then watched as he picked up his
suitcase, and walked with Delvin down the corridor. Charlie turned a couple
times to see if his lover was still there. He had an expression of a lost
child, sad and afraid.

	Michael still held fast his persona of a man with nerves of
steel. He waited until Delvin and Charlie disappeared around a corner, then
walked rapidly to his car, got in and faced forward. He clinched the
steering wheel tightly with both hands. He started the car and began to
drive blindly toward the front gate. He didn't know where to go, he just
knew he had to get away from there. He drove for a few miles, then turned
down a dirt road and stopped the car.

	Michael couldn't hold it in anymore, tears started to run down his
face in a steady stream, then his tears turned to outright sobs. He put his
face in his hands, yelled, and screamed as loud as he could.

	"I'm Sorry!!" he cried out at the top of his voice. His fists
pounded the steering wheel.

	"I'm sorry, Charlie," he said softly, "oh God, I'm sorry Kevin."

	He didn't hold back, now. His tears and sobs flowed freely. He let
his emotions out in the privacy of his car, in the middle of the desert,
where no one could see him.


To Be Continued