Date: Sat, 22 Nov 2008 16:45:24 -0800 (PST)
From: John Josept <wildgate1@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Naked Surfer/Chapter 38/Epilogue

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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
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This is a work of fiction meant for private enjoyment and in a fictitious
world as it is, HIV, AIDS, Hepatitis, 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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REPRISE FROM CHAPTER 37

	Daniel turned and went to his son. His jaw dropped as he stood over
him. The once white T-shirt he wore was now deep crimson red from the wound
in his stomach. His face was white and blood was coming from his mouth.

	"Gerald, don't swallow the blood. Spit it out," Michael said as he
attempted to stop the flow of blood from the wound. He knew if Gerald tried
to swallow the blood he would choke. Daniel's heart seemed to stop. He felt
he was going into a panic attack.

	"Daniel," Michael called out, but Daniel was frozen, "Daniel! Let
him know you are here," Michael said knocking him out of his imminent panic
attack. Daniel crouched down so his son could see him.

	"Gerald, I'm here," Daniel said softly and reached for his bloody
hand. He then looked at Nick who was trying to keep himself together as he
continued to hold on to his young lover.

	"I won't let you go, Ger, I won't let you go," Nick repeated as he
held onto his young boyfriend.

	Gerald turned his head slightly and saw his dad and gave a half
smile. Then the smile disappeared from his face and his eyes began to
close.

	"Gerald, stay with me buddy," Michael called out, "Gerald, don't go
to sleep... GERALD!"

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The Naked Surfer
By John Josept
Chapter 38/Epilogue

	Daniel sat in the ambulance contemplating the fate of his lover and
his son as they sped toward a local Mexican hospital.

	They almost lost Gerald in the hotel room a little while ago, but
thanks to Michael's skills as a doctor that was averted, at least for
now. Gerald was still in very critical condition.

	The ride to the hospital in the ambulance was very hard on Gerald
while Chase seemed to just lay there staring at the roof of the vehicle not
really knowing where he was going or who else was in the ambulance with
him. Daniel had sat between them holding their hands, while Nick sat by his
young lover clutching the blood soaked shirt that they ripped off of Gerald
to work on his wound. Nick had convinced himself if he let go of the shirt,
Gerald would surely die.

	Michael had managed to stop the flow of blood, but he thought he
might still be bleeding internally. At least Gerald was not choking on
it. He was worried about his young friend, very worried.

	They got to the hospital just as their friends got there, including
PJ and Eduardo, who continued to volunteer as their interpreters.

	"Jesus Christ, is this a hospital?" Michael said of the shabby
conditions of the medical facility.

	"Si, senior. Acapulco does not have the type of hospitals like they
do in California," Eduardo said, "and this is the best one too. Mexico City
has the closest hospital with the best facilities.

	"We can't move him that far," Michael said, "we'll have to make due
here."

	"PJ, Eduardo, which one of you could come with me in the Operating
room I'll need someone to translate."

	"I have a queasy stomach, doc. I wouldn't be much help to you," PJ
said honestly. PJ, although born in the US, came from a large Mexican
family and spoke fluent Spanish.

	"I will do it senior," Eduardo said. The young man was stunned by
what he saw in the hotel room. He had never seen anything so horrendous and
just wanted to help and didn't care what the hotel would say, or even if he
lost his job.

	"Great, tell these people that I am a doctor and to prepare for
surgery and I want everything sterilized!" Michael shouted, "and Eduardo,
call me Michael," he added softly.

	"PJ, you stay with Daniel and the group, they will need someone to
help them communicate," Michael said turning to the handsome model turned
temporary interpreter.

	"No problem doc," PJ said.

	"Oh, Daniel," Michael said, "Do you know what blood type Gerald
is?"

	"I think, its Type O," Daniel said after thinking a bit. He
remembered reading the report when Gerald had to have a physical for
school.

	"Great, that's universal," Michael said then turned to his
friends. "Look everyone, Gerald's going to need blood and lots of it. I
need everyone to donate at least a pint."

	"Sure doc," Tad said and everyone agreed.

	"Great," Michael said, then he and Eduardo disappeared behind
swinging doors with the gurney that had Gerald lying on it, while Eduardo
shouted to the hospital staff in their native tongue.

	Then one of the hospital doctors came out and started to shout
something in Spanish, but Eduardo stopped him and told him the Michael was
a famous US surgeon and he needed their facilities to operate on his young
friend.

	The doctor continued to protest. Eduardo translated to Michael what
was happening.

	"We don't have time for this!" Michael shouted then he took out his
wallet and handed the doctor a wad of cash. "This should take care of the
cost of things." The doctor then let them pass and told the nurses in
Spanish to give them what they wanted.

	The doctor who was protesting seemed to calm down and stopped
Eduardo and said something to him in a calm tone.

	"What did he say?" Michael asked.

	"He said to not think this is a bribe, but that the hospital is in
great need of money and it will be put to good use and that all of his
staff will be glad to help."

	"Wow, thank him for me, and yes we will need the help of the
nurses." Eduardo translated to the doctor who then told several of the
nurses to be at Michael's disposal. Michael thanked him again after Eduardo
translated and a few of the nurses led them down the hall to the operating
room.

	"Look, Eduardo, I'm counting on you for help here. I hope you can
handle what I am going to do in there," Michael said as they pushed the
gurney into what was supposed to be the operating theater, "Shit, look at
this place. Eduardo, I need to check on Chase. Make sure everyone scrubs
their hands and sterilizes the equipment. I will be back in a few
minutes. This place smells like piss. And get me rubber gloves, lots of
rubber gloves."

	"Si, Michael, I will do my best," Eduardo said, then turned to the
staff that was there and began to shout orders.

	Chase had been taken to a room where he was lying on a bed staring
at the ceiling. He still had the residue of drugs in his body and was
confused as to where he was. The memory of what had happened to him was
still very vivid in his mind. "I was raped, fuck, I was raped," he kept
saying to himself as his mind relived the events of the evening. He did not
see, nor did anyone tell him about Gerald.

	Michael was met by PJ and a couple nurses as he entered the room
where Chase way lying.

	"Michael," PJ said, "I told the doctors to arrange for everyone to
donate blood."

	"Good thinking PJ, thanks," Michael said then approached Chase
while PJ and the nurses stood in the background waiting for Michael to tell
them what to do.

	"Chase," Michael said softly as he walked up to the young surfer
who lay on the examining table clad only in the blanket they took from the
hotel.

	"What!" Chase shouted, but didn't recognize Michael, "Please no
more, please!"

	"Chase, its me Michael."

	"Huh? Michael?" Chase said then realized it was his friend, "Oh god
Michael get me out of here." Chase cried out, grabbed Michael's arm and
started to get up, but Michael pushed him back down.

	"You're ok now Chase, no one will hurt you, just lay still. I need
to examine you."

	"Where's Daniel, where's Daniel," Chase said in a panic, "he was
gonna kill Daniel, is Daniel alright!?"

	"Daniel is fine, Chase," Michael assured him.

	"PJ go get Daniel and tell the nurses to prepare a sedative. I need
for him to relax while I examine him."

	"Sure, doc," PJ said then translated to the nurses what Michael
asked for, then went to the waiting room to find Daniel.

	"Daniel, Michael needs you," PJ said when he entered the waiting
room where all their friends gathered. "Jesus Christ," PJ said to himself
when he looked at Daniel who still had his blood stained shirt on and Nick
who still held onto Gerald's blood soaked T-shirt.

	"Are they all right?" Daniel said dreading the answer.

	"They're preparing Gerald for surgery and Chase is in a room asking
for you."

	"Is he dead, is Ger dead?" Nick said loudly as his voice cracked.

	"Michael is going to operate in a few minutes, Nick," PJ replied.

	"Ryan, Tad, take care of Nick," Daniel said, "Charlie come with
me," he added then they followed PJ into the room where his lover was being
treated.

	Daniel took a deep breath and walked over to Chase. Charlie stood
behind wondering if what he was feeling was the same thing that Chase felt
when he saw him laying on that bathroom floor in his piss and vomit several
months ago. What Charlie was feeling was helplessness and panic.

	"Chase," Daniel said, but Chase just lay there.

	"Daniel, he hears you, but I just gave him a strong sedative. I
need him relaxed so I could examine him. Just let him know you're here."
Michael then turned Chase on his side and laid his head to face Daniel, who
crouched down so Chase could see him.

	"Hi babe," Daniel said with a forced smile, as he brushed aside the
hair that fell into his lover's face. He talked softly to him, trying not
to break down in tears.

	"Damn," Michael said as he examined Chase's anus.

	"What's wrong?" Daniel asked.

	"Well there's trauma to the anus; more than I thought, but I think
he will be ok. There is still a lot of seamen in there that will have to be
cleaned out," Michael said as he stood up, "Daniel, I have to go take care
of Gerald now. Stay with Chase until he falls asleep."

	"Ok," Daniel said, "Michael, be honest with me. Is Gerald going to
be ok?"

	"Daniel, I don't know yet until I go in and see the damage. All I
can say is I'll do my best." Michael didn't want to get Daniel's hopes up
too high.

	"Thanks Michael," Daniel said. He knew Michael was not holding back
anything. Right now he had Chase to worry about.

	"PJ, tell the nurses to clean out Chase and then let him
sleep. Tell them to use just warm water to clean out the semen, and tell
them to go easy on him. He's really fragile in that area. Daniel, he will
be out for hours. What they're going to do may not be pretty. Your best bet
is to wait with the others."

	"No, I will be here with him," Daniel said and held onto Chase's
hand. Daniel felt Chase's hand tighten his grip he stooped down and looked
at his lover's face. A tear came from Chase's eye.

	"Don't worry babe, I will be right here with you," Daniel said
softly.

	"Me too, Chase," Charlie added.

	"Ok, I have to go. I don't know how long this will take," Michael
said as he began to leave the room. "You ok Charlie," Michael said to his
lover.

	"Yeah, it's just strange to see him like this," Charlie said to
Michael as he stood up and walked Michael to the door, but his eyes never
left his best friend.

	"He'll be ok Charlie, it's Gerald I'm worried about. Look, call my
dad and tell him what happened. Also tell him I will need the jet down here
fast and fully stocked, he will understand."

	"Ok," Charlie said then kissed his lover, glad that he had
something to take his mind off of things at least for a few minutes.

	An hour later, Clark and Tommy walked into the waiting room loaded
down with food for everyone and a change of clothes for Daniel and
Nick. They passed the food around, but Nick refused to let go of Gerald's
t-shirt to eat or change clothes.

	"There's reporters outside," Clark said, "word got around what
happened. I'll go out and give a statement later."

Everyone sat eating in silence. Tad looked over at his best friend who
hadn't said much since they got there.

	"Nick, you need to eat," Tad said to him, then tried to take the
bloody shirt away from him. "Let's put this down so you could eat."

	"No!" Nick said and tightened his grip on the shirt, "if I let go,
he'll die."

	"Ok, ok, Nick, hold on to the shirt, but you gotta eat," Tad said,
worried about his best friends physical and emotional health.

	Nick didn't say anything he just sat there. Tad opened up the
wrapper on the McDonald's quarter pounder, broke off a chunk and held it to
Nick's mouth. Nick looked at Tad, then the chuck of burger and opened his
mouth and ate the piece Tad had given him. Tad continued to hand feed Nick
until all of it was gone.

	"Thanks," Nick said softly and looked at his friend. Tad didn't say
anything, he just sat back in his chair next to his friend, rubbed Nick's
thigh with his hand and kept it there.

	Nick's mind had drifted back to another time he was waiting in a
room like this. He and Donnie were waiting to hear about the fate of their
mother and father who were hit head on by a drunk driver in an auto
accident. The outcome was he and Donnie were orphaned, something Nick was
still dealing with emotionally. Now Gerald, the boy he loves, has his life
in jeopardy. He figured the results would be the same.

	"I need Donnie," Nick muttered, but when he took out his cel phone,
he found that it was turned off.

	"Shit I turned it off last night," Nick said, angry with
himself. He looked at Gerald bloody shit as he pushed the buttons to
Donnie's cel phone. He held back his tears. He figured there would be time
for that later.

	"Hello, Nick is that you?" It was Donnie's desperate voice.

	"Yeah," Nick said barely able to speak.

	"I been trying to call you, but the message said you were
unavailable."

	"I turned off the phone by mistake," Nick replied softly.

	"Nick I can hardly hear you. What the hell happened down there? You
guys are all over the news," Donnie said frantically.

	"Donnie, he's hurt, he's hurt real bad."

	"Who's hurt Nick, the news is real sketchy here," Donnie asked, but
he figured he knew the answer already.

	"It's Ger, Donnie, I don't think he's going to make it," Nick said
hardly able to speak the words, "he's gonna die, Donnie, I know it."

	"Oh god no... Nick he'll be ok, he'll be ok."

	"No he won't! You said the same thing about mom and dad, but they
both died, Donnie. Now Ger is going to die, I know it... Donnie I need
you!"

	"Judy is on the house phone calling the airlines now, I will let
you know what time I will get there."

	"Ok, I'm scared Donnie," Nick said as he looked at Gerald's shirt
again.

	"Nick, I'll be there as fast as I can. Hang in there bro."

	They didn't say anything more. They just hung up their phones.

	Nick felt a little better, now his brother was coming down. Tad and
Ryan put their arms around their friend, but didn't say anything.

	Nick looked at the people sitting there waiting for news of
Gerald. Ryan, who still held on to him, had constant tears running down his
face while Cole watched him from across the room. Cole also noticed how
Ryan and Tad were reacting toward each other.

	But Cole had other things on his mind, like what had happened on
the balcony of the hotel. He had a secret that he must forget, but the
nightmarish site stuck in his head.

	Tad looked tired, and tried desperately not to sleep. The rest just
sat there, some got up and paced, but all were worried about their teenage
friend.

	Meanwhile, in the operating room, Michael worked feverishly, trying
to patch up Gerald's wound. The damage was more extensive than he thought
and was taking more time than he figured.

	Eduardo was translating as Michael asked for an instrument. He
stared in awe at Michael as he worked on the young man he hardly knew, but
hoped and prayed he would make it through.

	It was then that they heard an irregular sound on the piece of
equipment that was monitoring Gerald's heart. The nurse shouted out to
Eduardo.

	"She said we are loosing him!" Eduardo repeated in English to
Michael.

	"I know!" Michael said frantically.

	That's when the heart monitor gave off a steady sound. The room was
silent except for the shrill sound of the equipment.

	"Fuck!" Michael cried out, but didn't stop what he was doing.

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DANIEL'S STORY - IN HIS OWN WORDS

	I sat on the edge of the bed watching Chase as he sat naked on the
floor of our bedroom with his legs in the lotus position meditating. I
wondered what was going through his mind. I wanted to reach over and run my
hand over his smooth back, but I knew I couldn't or should I say, he
wouldn't let me.

	It's been eight months since the "Incident" in Mexico. For lack of
a better word, that's what we call it now, "The Incident". Chase's physical
wounds healed quickly, but his emotional wounds were still taking its toll.

	When we got home from Mexico, he was like a zombie, really out of
it. That first night we spent at home, I was awakened around 2 AM hearing
this whimpering sound. I turned on the light next to the bed and Chase was
not next to me. I continued to hear him moan, but I couldn't see him.

	"Chase where are you?" I called out, but he didn't answer. I got
up, looked around, and found him curled up in a corner. His whole body was
shaking as if he was reliving the experience of The Incident again.

	"Chase," I said, "everything is ok, come back to bed." I went to
reach for him.

	"No more, no more please!!" he screamed out, "Don't touch me." His
fists were clinched ready to lash out.

	I knew he was having a nightmare about his ordeal, so I went and
turned on the overhead light so he could see it was me and not that monster
that repeatedly raped him and threatened his life.

	"Chase, you're safe now," I said softly trying to stay calm while
watching the man I love fall apart. He looked at me embarrassed that I saw
him in this state. "It's ok," I continued, "come to bed." I went to reach
for him, but he pulled away. He then stood up on his own, got into the bed,
and put the covers over his head with his back to me. I got in bed and went
to hold him in our favorite spoon position.

	"No don't touch me, Daniel, please," Chase said to me. I did as he
said, even though I wanted to hold him in my arms.

	The next morning as the sun rose, I heard Chase's SUV start up and
drive away. By he time I jumped out of bed, the vehicle was already out of
site. I couldn't imagine where he was heading. "Maybe surfing or his secret
beach," I said to myself. I began to worry, especially when I found his
cell phone on the dining room table and his surfboard in the shed at the
back of the house.

	By the evening, when he hadn't returned, I began to panic. In his
state of mind I didn't know what he would do. I called Charlie to see if he
was there, but he wasn't. I called Devon and all of his other friends and
no one had seen him. By the end of the week I as a physical and emotional
wreck.

	Two fucking weeks he was gone, with no phone calls, no word
what-so-ever as to his whereabouts. I wanted to tear him apart for not
contacting me. I wanted to scream and yell at him for being so
inconsiderate. But when I finally heard the Escalade pull up in the
driveway all that anger disappeared. I ran outside just as he was getting
out of the SUV.

	He was a mess, his clothes were filthy and his blond hair was dirty
and matted and pointed every which way and he smelled like a rancid garbage
dump, but I didn't care he was home and that's all that mattered. I went to
grab him in my arms, but he sidestepped me.

	"I'm sorry," he said to me meekly, then quickly walked into the
house and up the stairs to the bedroom. He didn't even look me in the
eyes. I hesitated for a bit, then followed him up the stairs. When I got to
the bedroom I heard the shower running in the bathroom. I went to the door
and turned the knob, but it was locked. I started to worry again. He never
locked the door on me before.

	"Chase," I called to him, "the door is locked. Please let me in."

	"No," he replied to me, "I need to be alone." My heart sunk. Why
won't he talk to me? But I knew I would have to be patient with him.

	I took a deep breath. "You hungry?" I asked trying to be as calm as
possible.

	"Yeah," he said. His voice was muddled; I could tell he was under
the shower scrubbing himself.

	"I'll warm something up," he didn't answer me, so I went downstairs
and warmed up some soup and made a sandwich just how he likes it; first a
slice of 12 grain bread, then the ham, then lettuce, topped with a slice of
tomato and a pickle, then more ham on top of that, then the second slice of
bread coated with a thin layer of lite butter spread. It had to be in that
order or he wouldn't eat it. I cut it on the diagonal, just as he liked
it. Funny how simple things like how he likes his sandwiches made, sticks
in your head.

	I put it on a tray, along with the soup and a can of diet coke, and
brought it up to the bedroom. Chase was lying in bed. I knew he was naked
under the covers, but didn't comment or even try to get close to him. He
looked clean and smelled wonderful, like the ocean again, but he still had
dark circles around his beautiful blue eyes. I set the tray down next to
him. He didn't say anything, but sat up and ate the food like he hadn't
eaten in days. I sat and stared at him hoping he would tell me where he
was. He was nearly finished when he noticed I was looking at him.

	"Stop staring at me," he said softly but coldly. I could tell he
was getting agitated.

	"But Chase, where were you? Why didn't you call? I was worried," I
pleaded.

	"Stop asking me all these fucking question!" he yelled and took the
tray, food and all, and threw it across the room.

	I was stunned by his fit of anger. I didn't know what to say or to
do. I got up from my chair and cleaned up the mess. I looked at him, but he
was lying down on his side with his back to me, a position I would soon get
used to seeing him in.

	I let him be that day and haven't been able to touch him in the
last eight months. Yeah, that means no sex in 8 months as well. I'm getting
used to it by now, I guess. But I still long to hold him in my arms; I
still loved him so much, and it killed me that I couldn't comfort him by
touching his body.

	So we wrapped ourselves in our work. We opened the new studio a
month or so after we got back from Mexico and I began to work on making
maquettes of my designs for the outdoor sculptures for the new Red Building
at West Hollywood's Pacific Design Center. It also gave me time to work on
the bronze statue of The Naked Surfer. I put most of my energy and love for
Chase into making that statue, although, I would have preferred the real
man.

	He also showed no interest in the new house that was being built
next door, so it was left on my shoulders to tackle this as well. Funny, he
even missed his own 21st Birthday. At times it felt like I was living with
a stranger.

	Chase was busier than ever, though. At first we thought the
Incident would have ended his career in photography, but it seems the
notoriety just increased the demand for his work; that, and the fact he's
the most talented photographer to come around, since... well let's face
it...since Andreas Muller.

	The only time I would see the old Chase was when he was working. He
seemed to totally immerse himself in taking pictures. Some of his pictures
became dark and disturbing, something that scared me at times. He wouldn't
talk about it to me or anyone else for that matter.

	Using the excuse that he was very busy, he began to spend more time
at the studio, staying late until all hours of the night or just not coming
home and crashing all night in the little apartment that we had built in
the back of the studio.

	He started to take on more jobs that took him out of town or even
out of the country. Union Clothes' new winter catalog, sent him to Sao
Paulo, Brazil. I didn't travel with him this time. He said there was no
need for me to go.

	That's pretty much the way life has been the past 8 months. But
there he is now, sitting on the floor meditating. Yeah, that's Chase
meditating. I never thought I would see him do such a thing. He went
through several therapists who gave him all kinds of antidepressants and
other drugs, but they did little or nothing to help him. Then someone, I
think it was his surf bud Kyle, told him about meditation and he thought he
would give it a try. At first he was awkward at it, but soon he got the
hang of how it was done. It seemed to do him good, too, as I noticed the
change in him and was happy he could find something to take his mind off
the demons that still run though his mind.

	I looked at him again sitting of the floor and noticed he was
nearly finished with his morning meditation. I just wanted to go up to him
and make love to him, but knew I couldn't. I stopped trying a long time
ago.

	Oh god, I'm so hard right now. I better go take a cold shower or
something, before he's finished. He usually likes to shower alone after one
of his meditation sessions.

	So I walked into the bathroom with my hard-on leading the way. Even
if he did see me it wouldn't do any good. At one time just seeing me with
my shirt off would drive him crazy, but now nothing at all. I shut the
door, then stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom and looked at
myself. My chest and stomach had hair on it again. I didn't bother to shave
anymore. I work out at the gym more than ever now to make my body strong
and virile in case Chase changes his mind. My body looks the best it ever
has, but for what reason? For me to look in a mirror and beat off. Oh yeah,
me and my right hand have become good friends, again. Just like it was
before I met Chase. I'm sorry if I sound bitter, but I miss him so damn
much.

	I stepped into the shower and turned on the water. At first it was
cold, but then it quickly warmed up. That helped my erection go down. I
held my breath and let the spray of the shower fall directly onto my face
to hide the tears that started to flow down my cheeks. I do that a lot
lately, cry in the shower that is. I don't want him to see me doing
that. He has enough on his mind.

	I lathered up my body, including my soft cock, but decided not to
masturbate and took my hand from my member, then finished rinsing off.

	I got out of the shower and dried my body then wrapped the towel
around my waist and left the bathroom. Chase was finished with his
meditation and was standing naked looking out the window. I stared at his
smooth back and perfect buttock. I turned before I got carried away. I took
the towel from my waist and started to get my clothes to dress up.

	"The bathroom's free, sorry I took so long," I said. He didn't
reply. A minute or so later he spoke up.

	"What time are the movers coming?" he asked me.

	"About 1," I replied not looking at him. There was another short
silence.

	"Daniel... do you still love me?" he asked me out of the blue. He
never asks me such questions, at least not since before the Incident. I
stood straight up, wondering why was he asking me this. I kept my back to
him; I still couldn't face him.

	"Of course, I do," I said in a sharp tone. Then I felt him move
close to me. He touched my back and ran his fingers up and down my spine,
sending chills through my body, right to the tip of my growing
erection. Seconds later I felt his arms wrap around me from behind. He
kissed my neck. More chills ran though me and my erection was full hard.

	"Don't fucking tease me goddamn it," I said softly. My body was
shaking and my knees were weak. I could feel his breath on the back of my
neck, again, and his chest touching my back and his hard dick poking my
butt.

 	"I miss you're body Daniel. I love you so much and I am sorry for
the way I treated you," he said softly then kissed my neck again. He moved
in front of me and I saw fear in his eyes. He moved in closer to me and
wrapped his arms around me, leaned in and kissed my lips.

	"Chase are you sure you're ready for this?" I asked.

	"Yeah, I think so," he replied.

	We moved toward the bed. I could hardly breathe; I couldn't believe
what we were about to do. I felt like it was our first time together.

	He held me in his arms and we buried our tongues into our mouths
letting our passions take over our reason. Then he said it in my ear.

	"Daniel, I want you to fuck me," he whispered apprehensively.

	"Chase, I don't know..." I said fearing he wouldn't be able to
handle that kind of lovemaking.

	"I want it, Daniel," he whispered, then laid down on the bed on his
back while holding my hand, "Please Daniel." His beautiful dick was hard
and pointed straight up. God, I love his body.

	I looked at him lying there, the man I love wanted me to make love
to him for the first time since the rape. Eight long months in the waiting
were about to end. I knew I had to take it slow with him, but even though
he kept saying he wanted it, I could tell by the look on his face, he was
scared, very scared.

	"I love you Chase," I said as I sat down on the bed next to him. I
ran my fingers over his chest and circled his nipples. Then with my thumb
and forefinger I very gently pinched the very hard nub. He smile at me but
his body began to sweat. I continued walking my fingers down past his ab
muscles and ran them through his dark blond bush that surrounded his very
rigid cock. I latched onto his member and he jumped. He began to breathe
hard. I leaned down and swallowed his manhood in one gulp. I heard him gasp
as I moved my mouth up and down on his hard cock. Oh God, he tasted good.

	Up and down I moved my head with my lips firmly around his cock. He
began to breathe faster and I dropped his dick from my mouth, fearing he
was going to cum.

	I looked into this eyes again then moved up to his lips and buried
my tongue deep into his mouth. Our passions had been released and nothing,
not even an earthquake, would stop us.

	I laid on top of him, and our tongues continued to explore the
familiar territory of our mouths. I spread his legs with my knees. He
jumped and began to sweat some more. He closed his eyes as I lifted his
legs in the air. I reached for the lube that was still in the drawer and
coated my dick with the slick liquid. His eyes were still closed as I moved
in closer and my hard cock was getting ready to enter him.

	"Chase I'm going to put my dick in you now," I whispered. I don't
think he heard me because his head began to move back and forth. I put
pressure on his rosebud but he resisted as his head continue to rock from
right to left. I put more pressure on and my rigid member popped into my
lover's hole. He yelled out and muttered something I couldn't make out at
first, then I heard what he said.

	"No, no, Andreas, no," he said softly. I hesitated thinking I
should pull out, but I didn't. Instead I took hold of his head in my hands
to stop him from moving back and forth.

	"Chase," I called to him, "open you eyes, its me Daniel." My dick
was still buried all the way inside him although I was not moving it in and
out.

	"No, no, stop please," he said trying to move his head again but I
held it tight.

	"Chase," I said louder, "open your eyes, you're safe, no on will
hurt you."

	Suddenly his eyes popped wide open. He looked at me and finally I
felt he recognized me. I let go of his head, then leaned down and kissed
his lips. He still looked at me like he was seeing an apparition.

	"It's you, its you, its not him, it's you," he said with the
biggest grin I ever saw on his face, "oh Daniel."

	He looked at me again then grabbed my head and pulled me down to
his lips and we kissed the passionate kiss of two lovers.

	"Fuck me baby, fuck me," he panted.

	"You sure?"

	"Fuck ya," he said then pulled our lips together again. I began to
move in and out of him. My whole body was shaking, I wanted this to last
forever, but I know I couldn't hold out for too much longer.

	"I love you Daniel," he said then we kissed again.

	"Oh Chase, I don't know how long I can hold out from cumming."

	"Then cum inside me, fill me up." Our lips met again and I moved my
hips more rapidly inside his bowels. Before I knew it he was moving his
hips up to meet my thrusts.

	"More, babe, more," he called out as his hips kept up my motion
inside him. He grabbed onto his hard dick and began to beat off. "Fuck, I'm
gonna cum!" he said. I stopped my pounding and held me dick deep inside him
as a fountain of sperm shot from his pee slit onto his chest.

	"Ahhhhhh!!" he shouted over and over, and each time he did more of
his spunk splashed onto his chest and abs. I never saw so much cum before.

	"Holy shit, babe, is it ever gonna stop?" I said while still
holding my very hard cock inside him. I was thrilled my lover was getting
off in such a spectacular way. His body was shaking and I wasn't sure his
facial expression meant he was going to laugh or cry.

	"Oh fuck, Daniel," he said as his spunk continued to dribble down
his shaft and over his hand. I grabbed onto it and brought his fingers to
my mouth and began to lick them clean.

	"Oh god it tastes so good," I said to myself as I savored the
flavor of his sweet elixir.

	"Fuck, Daniel, fuck," he said and started to laugh, "look at me, I
never cummed like that before babe." He continued to laugh and I ran my
fingers through his juices and began to feed it to him. He sucked on my
fingers like he was sucking on my dick and that made my hard cock pulsate
while still buried inside him.

	"Now its my turn," I panted then began to move in and out of his
hole again. I picked up speed but I didn't have to wait too long before I
couldn't hold it in anymore.

	"Oh fuck, baby, oh fuck, oh fuck," I said as I began to cum inside
his warm ass.

	"Go, Daniel, go," he encouraged me and I kept pounding away at
him. I just kept cumming and I know it was squirting out his ass onto the
sheets but I didn't care, I was fucking my lover, my Chase, my man. "Oh
fuck!" I cried out one more time then collapsed on top of him and felt the
sperm ooze between our bodies.

 	I lay on top of him exhausted from the most explosive orgasm I ever
experienced. It took us both a long time to catch our breaths and to let it
sink in what we did just then.

	"Thank you Daniel," Chase said breaking our silence, "thank you for
waiting for me."

	"I would have waited forever for you Chase, I love you so much."

	"I'm sorry for the way I treated you. It's difficult to tell you
what I am going through. I feel so guilty about Gerald," he said
practically in tears. "He saved my life and he..."

	"Shhh," I said and put my fingers across his lips. I could see he
was getting upset, "let's talk about this later. Jason and Rusty are coming
over to help us pack things for the move.

	"I need to tell you about something Daniel. I tried..." he
persisted, but I interrupted him.

	"We can talk later," I said. I didn't want to face this. I tried to
get up out of bed, but I was too exhausted from our sexual workout.  He
grabbed me by my shoulders.

	"Daniel, listen to me," he shouted and looked me square in the
eyes, "When I was gone those two weeks I tried to kill myself," he
confessed to me.

	"I know, I know, I know," I cried out angrily, "I figured that out
a long time ago." Hearing him say the words was too much for me. I held him
in my arms.

	"But how could you know," he asked.

	"Two day after you left, Charlie and I went to your secret beach
and we went up to the cliffs above the beach. I saw one of your Hershey Bar
wrappers that you were so fond of in Mexico, stuck by a rock. I figured you
were there and I figured I knew why you were there. I even looked over the
side of the cliff to make you weren't lying there on those rocks. Charlie
thought I was nuts, but I knew you were there. I love you Chase and if we
never had sex again, I would still be by your side. You have to stop
blaming yourself for what happened."

	"Oh Daniel I been a fucking jerk," Chase said as we kissed.

	"I know it's going to be difficult, but now you are healing. Just
don't push me away. I want to be here for you."

	"But Daniel, you don't understand, he raped me over and over and
over and over..."

	"Chase stop," I said to him holding him tight. "We all have to live
with something because of that day. You feeling the guilt of being
raped... and me..." I hesitated. What would he do if I tell him what I did
on that balcony? Would he hate me?

	"And you, babe, what is you have to live with?" he asked. I decided
to come clean. I sat up on the side of the bed with my back to him. His cum
was spread all over me and began to slide down through my hairy chest. I
ran my fingers through it and took a deep breath.

	"Andreas didn't jump from that balcony. I could have pulled him to
safety, but I couldn't Chase. I couldn't let him hurt us anymore," I began.

	"What are you saying Daniel?"

	"I pushed him off the balcony," I turned to look at him, "I pried
his hands from the railing. I heard his fingers breaking. I held onto him
and looked him in the eye... and then I let him go."

	I said it out loud for the first time, "I killed him and I would do
it again! I just wish I could have killed him with my bare hands. I watched
him as the branches of that tree ran though his body and I was glad Chase,
I was glad. Then I realized what I did and nearly got sick. But I would
still do it again. No one will ever hurt my family again. I nearly lost you
as well as my son and I won't let that happen, I know I lost control, but
look at the suffering Andreas caused us. I'm not saying what I did was
right, playing judge, jury and executioner, but I don't regret it. I will
probably go to hell for it, but at least I saved my family."

	"Oh god Daniel, I'm sorry," he said and took me in his arms, "I was
wrong by pushing you away. I wasn't there when you needed me Daniel, and I
am sorry. I wont ever do that again, I swear to God."

	"You had other things on your mind, and I didn't want to lay this
on you until I knew you were ok."

	"And I am ok, Daniel," he said and looked at me softly, "at least I
know I am on my way. Whenever you need to talk, I am here now and I'll
never go away like that again."

	I smiled at him. I don't know how, but I love him even more than I
ever have before and that is saying a lot. We kissed and held each other
for a long time without saying a word.

	He looked at me and gave me a devilish smile. "I never had anyone
kill someone for me," Chase joked.

	"It's not funny Chase," I said and held my lover tight.

	"Remind me not to ever piss you off," Chase joked and we both began
to laugh. We held each other in our arms not wanting to let go. This was
the Chase I knew and loved. It was good to feel him next to me again. It
was good to have him back in my arms.

	"Come on let's shower and get this cum off my chest hairs before it
dries," I finally said, feeling a lot better about life.

	"Yeah, what gives with all that hair on you chest," he said.

	"Well, there wasn't much reason to shave anymore, so I let it
grow."

 	"Well that's all changed now. We'll have to have one of our shaving
parties later on," he said.

	"Hmm, you're getting me hard again," I laughed.

	We went into the bathroom and Chase turned on the shower, just like
he used to. He then put out his hand to help me inside, just like he used
to. We kissed and became arouse and made love under the spray of the water,
just like we used to.

	After we showered, we went into the bedroom and dressed. We were
expecting people over to help move us into our new home next door. That big
huge house was now ready for life to be breathed into it.

	I still had the old house to deal with, though. I didn't know what
to do with it, but I decided not to sell it. I figured I would decide that
at another time.

	I took Chase in my arms and we kissed, then we walked down the
stairs. When we got to the bottom, Chase took my hand as we walked into the
living room.

	There he was. I could never get used to his beauty, inside and
out. I stopped and stared at him because I couldn't get out of my head what
could have happened.

	Oh god when I think back to that day watching him on the floor as
Michael kept him from going into a comma or even falling asleep. What would
have happened hadn't Michael been there, I don't want to even think
about. He saved my son's life.

	I recall the pandemonium in that room, with police and what I think
were paramedics all tending to Gerald. People were yelling while Eduardo
and PJ were translating from Spanish to English and back again. I was in a
daze not knowing what to do. I drifted over to Chase who had his head in
Charlie's lap, and sat down next to him. He looked at me and moved from
Charlie's lap to mine and he burst into tears. I felt his body shake and I
did my best to maintain, while telling him everything would be ok.

	Still holding on to Chase, I watched as they tore my son's shirt
off and heard him yell in pain. I wanted to run to him but I knew I
couldn't leave Chase. That's when I saw the gaping wound in Gerald's
stomach with blood still stream from it. I wanted to be sick, but I knew I
couldn't. I had to be strong for both of them.

	I saw Nick as he picked up Gerald's bloody shirt and held it
tightly to his chest as if he was holding his boyfriend in his arms. He
looked like he was going to loose it, but Nick just stood there watching,
frozen in fear and confusion. It was Jason and Rusty who came to his aide
and comforted him. Ryan came up to him and held him in his arms. He was
crying, but Nick stood cold as a granite sculpture and not paying attention
to anything around him except the young man he loved so much.

	I heard Michael's voice call to me telling me to follow him as they
put Gerald and Chase on stretchers. The next thing I knew we were in the
ambulance speeding through the streets of Acapulco. The whine of the
ambulance was deafening and seemed to hurt my ears. I held onto Chase's
hand as he stared at the top of the ambulance. He was silent, like he was
in some kind of trance. I didn't realize the torment he was going through.

	Michael worked on my son, as we darted thought late night
traffic. He managed to stop the bleeding as Nick, who I didn't realize was
in the ambulance too, watched still clutching Gerald's bloody shirt.

	But back to the present, Gerald was in front of me, wearing nothing
but a very skimpy metallic gold Speedo. His body was firm again from the
physical therapy he had to endure and of course Nick's tutoring him on
lifting weights. The scar from his stab wound was visible but was in a
crease of his ab muscles. Michael said eventually it would hardly be
noticeable.

	"Ough, Chase there he goes again staring at me like that; make him
stop," my son said to Chase. I guess I have been emotional for a while now.

	"Where did you get that?" I asked him referring to the gold very
low cut Speedo.

	"Nicky bought it for me. Isn't it great?" he said while turning
around so I could see his backside.

	I stared at him again, but this time Gerald came up to me and put
his arms around me.

	"I'm ok Dad, please don't ..." Gerald hesitated, then looked into
my eyes. He then looked at Chase, then back at me.

	"You had sex!" he shouted just as Nick came out of the bedroom.

	"Who had sex?" Nick asked.

	"Dad and Chase had sex!" Gerald said again. My face must have
turned red. Gerald was always able to know when Chase and I got it on.

	"How do you know they had sex?" Tad asked as he came out of the
bedroom.

	"Dad has this 'I just got fucked look', and Chase has this 'I just
fucked my hot boyfriend' look, just like they have now," Gerald said. He
knows us way too well.

	"I'll have you know it was your dad who fucked me, so you're
wrong," Chase said with a smile.

	Gerald, knew the implication of what that meant, then walked up to
Chase and put his arms around him, "I'm so happy, I got my big bro back," I
heard him whisper, "you are back aren't ya?"

	"Sure am little bro," Chase answered.

	Then Gerald whispered into Chase's ear, "Does that mean we can do
our masturbation sessions again?"  He didn't know I had heard him, but when
I looked at Chase he gave me this "is it ok?" look. I winked back at him.

	Nick had heard too and looked at me with a smile on his face and
rolled his eyes.

	"Sure, little bro, anytime you want," Chase told Gerald, then he
kissed him.

	"Great, I'm glad things are ok now," Gerald said turning to me, "I
was worried that maybe you and Chase would break up."

	"No chance of that ever happening," I said.

	"That's so true," Chase said with his famous smile spread across
his face.

	God I love that smile.

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CHASE'S STORY - IN HIS OWN WORDS.

	I don't remember too much of that day of the Incident. I guess I
was pretty much out of it. What I do remember I'm trying to forget...but
it's difficult to forget the physical pain. And how fucked up my head was.

	The pain was like nothing I ever felt or would want to feel
again. No matter how much I struggled to make it stop, I yelled out
screaming every time he plowed that dry dick of his in my ass.

	Then there was the fear of dying. I told myself I pleaded for my
life because I didn't want Daniel to see me getting my throat cut. But the
truth is, I was fucking scared. More scared than I ever was in my whole
life. I didn't want to die, so I pleaded for my life like a goddamn woose,
a wimp, a baby.

	I'm Chase Bell; I don't do things like that! I look people in the
eye and say "Fuck You!", but I didn't and it haunts me and it will probably
do that until I do die. That, along with being raped over and over by that
bastard, really played on my brain.

	I didn't tell Daniel the truth about it either. I didn't want him
thinking of me as weak. I'd rather have him hate me. I thought I succeeded
with that when I took off for those 2 weeks, 8 months ago.

	Where did I go? First, I went to my secret beach, but not to the
shore to surf, but to the cliffs overlooking the beach. I stood there with
my feet halfway over the edge. I looked straight down at the jagged rocks
below. How easy it would have been to take one more step and it would have
been all over with. I would rather kill myself than face the truth and the
guilt of being the cause for Gerald nearly dying; my little bro, who
wouldn't hurt a fly, even if he tried. I still feel guilty about that and I
guess I always will. I know he has to hate me for that. This is something I
can't shake.

	I read a lot about women being raped and how they felt so
violated. I always felt sorry for them. Now I know what they went
through. I wish I could tell them all I understand. Yeah, me a man, knows
what its like to be helpless while some manic fucks you against your
will. Why do I keep blaming myself for it? Why do I feel guilty about it?
That's why I stood at the edge of that cliff ready to jump to my death.

	Then, I started to think clearly, why would I plead for my life
from a madman, then kill myself, it didn't make sense. That's when I
stepped away from the edge and sat down on the ground and stared out at the
ocean. I reached into my jacket pocket and took out a Hershey Chocolate
Bar. I looked at it and smiled. This was a habit I took up in Mexico,
before, well before all this shit happened.

	"I love these things," I said to myself as I opened the wrapper and
gobbled down the chocolate. I went to put the wrapper in my pocket, but a
gust of wind took it from my hand and blew it away. I didn't bother to
chase after it.

	I just sat there trying to figure out what do to. So, I thought of
just disappearing; getting into the SUV and just drive and when I ran out
of gas that's where I would stay. So I got into the truck and just drove
until I ended up in Palmdale. I thought of calling Daniel, but what would I
say to him...that I'm dropping out and he'll never see me again? I couldn't
do that to him. It's best that I just disappear so he could hate me even
more. This is something I had to live with and I couldn't lay any of it on
him. Beside, I left my cel phone at home. "Home?" I said to myself, "that's
all gone now."

	With just a quarter tank of gas in it, I parked the Escalade and
just roamed the streets. I slept in parks and alleys. I didn't have money
or my credit cards, or even my wallet for that matter, so I
panhandled. Some days I would do good and some days I didn't eat. I was
just one of the many homeless people roaming the streets of that desert
town, looking scary to most people, while eating out of garbage cans.

	After a couple weeks of doing this and after not eating for two
days, I decided it was time to head back and face the music. I knew Daniel
would be pissed at me and maybe even leave me. I would deserve that for
what I did.

	The only thing I didn't count on was Daniel's love for me. When I
pulled up to the house, he came running out and stopped and stared at
me. He didn't have an angry look on his face. In fact, he looked like he
was glad to see me. I couldn't think of anything to say as he tried to put
his arms around me, so I just moved aside, said I'm sorry and ran into the
house and up to the bedroom. I looked at myself in the mirror and was
shocked how bad I looked. I probably smelled as bad or worse. I went into
the bathroom. I wanted to be alone, so I locked the door, something I never
did before. I couldn't stand the questions he was going to ask, maybe
because I had no answers, at least not yet. God I wanted Daniel to hold
me. But I didn't deserve that kind of love.

	I took off my stinky clothes and got into the shower, but was
distracted from the refreshing feeling of the water splashing on my filthy
body when Daniel knocked on the door. I didn't want him to see me like
this, so I sent him away. I know I hurt him by doing this, but I just
couldn't face him, even though I wanted to feel his strong arms around
me. He asked me if I wanted something to eat. God I was hungry. I thought
of saying no, but I said yes. My hunger overtook my self-pity.

	I got out of the shower and it felt good to be clean again.

	I went into the bedroom and laid down on the bed and covered myself
with my blanket. A few minutes later Daniel came up the stairs carrying a
tray with a bowl of soup and a sandwich. I looked at it and took a deep
breath. He made the sandwich just how I like it and he even cut it on the
diagonal. He knows me so well. He loves me.

	"I don't deserve this kind of love," I kept saying to myself, but I
was hungry and began to wolf down my food. I was nearly finished when I
looked up and saw Daniel was staring at me. I felt self-conscious. I knew
why he was looking at me and wasn't ready to answer any of his
questions. So for no reason I became angry. I don't know why I got mad, but
the next thing I knew I yelled at Daniel and threw the tray across the
room. I scared myself when I did that and wanted to say I was sorry, but I
was ashamed. If only Daniel would yell back at me and tell me I was a
fucking bastard, but he didn't he just picked up the tray and food and
began to leave the bedroom. I laid on the bed with my back to him and
pulled the covers over my head. I heard him walk down the stairs. It was
then that I decided to punish myself. I didn't deserve the kind of love
Daniel was giving me. So I tuned him out, not realizing how much I was
hurting him in the process.

	The next few months were a whirlwind. I guess the publicity of The
Incident worked in my favor cause I got busy, real busy, which was good. It
kept my mind off of what an asshole I had become to the people I loved,
people I felt I didn't deserve, like my Daniel and Gerald. Oh Gerald, I am
alive, but at what price?

	My guilt over Gerald began at the hospital right after Daniel told
me what happened in that hotel room. I avoided going to see him. He was
suffering because he saved my life. How do I live with that guilt? He hates
me, I know deep down he hates me because I haven't suffered like he had.

	Daniel pleaded with me to go see him, so reluctantly, I did. I
shouldn't have. When I walked into that room and he was lying there asleep,
pale as a ghost, with tubes coming out of his body attached to god know
where; I lost it. I ran out of the room to the nearest toilet and threw
up. I couldn't take it. He's was lying there, and at that time we didn't
know if he was going to make it, and here I was with just a little pain in
my ass and nothing else visible. That was the start of my downward
spiral. That is when I decided I must be punished for living. I decided it
was my fault my little bro was suffering. I don't deserve any of these
people. I was scum, a pig who whimpered for his life, while being fucked by
some madman. He should have killed me, I didn't deserve to be alive. I was
so fucked up then.

	If I hadn't had my work I don't know what I would have done. I
would get lost in it and sometimes my old self would show through. A few
times Daniel would see me work and he would smile at me. I would turn away;
even though I wanted to hold him in my arms and feel his body next to
mine. I missed him so much, but I knew I couldn't because I needed to be
punished.

	I went to several therapists and all they wanted to know was about
me when I was a kid. I told them this has nothing to do with my fucked up
childhood; this had to do with here and now! So what did they do? They gave
me drugs that fucked up my mind even more.

	Then Kyle, my surf bud, started telling me about Meditation. I told
him to fuck off, but he persisted and I gave in and tried it.

At first I was awkward at it but after a few weeks I was a pro. It made me
relax and see things in a different light. So I began to do it everyday,
sometimes more if I was having a bad day. It cleared my mind of all the
garbage that still cluttered my head.

	A couple weeks ago, though, everything changed. I was doing my
Meditation on the floor. I was naked, as usual. That never changed, I was
still always naked around the house. Anyway, I could feel Daniel staring at
me. We hadn't touched each other in over 8 months. Actually it was me who
avoided touching him.

	I missed so much during those 8 months... mine and Charlie's 21st
birthdays, Nick and Gerald's 17th birthdays, and Daniel's 36th birthday. I
even missed the birth of Chelsea and Noah's baby girl and Shelby and
Devon's little boy. My surf buds, oh those crazy assholes, would come and
drag me out of the house to go surfing. They never gave up on me, like I
did them.

	I even avoided Charlie and Michael. I couldn't face Charlie. He'd
look at me and I know he wanted to hold me but I wouldn't let him get that
close to me, so I stayed away from him.

	Michael, who I should have been thanking everyday, was not even in
my mind. I didn't care about any of them. At that time, I felt selfish and
was too deep in self-pity.

	Well, like I was saying, I was meditating and I knew Daniel was
staring at me. He usually did, but this time I felt different; my dick was
hard. It felt good. I don't know maybe it wasn't the meditation, maybe I
just got too horny, but I decided I needed to be with Daniel. The only
problem was I still was afraid. I still had nightmares about Andreas and
the rapes. I was afraid if Daniel and I had sex I would freak out, but I
wanted to try. I love him and I didn't want him hurt anymore. I know I hurt
him, I could always see it in his eyes. I knew he used to cry in the
shower. I could see his eyes swollen when he came out of the bathroom. I
was tired of shutting him out ... my wonderful man, my lover, my Daniel. I
only hoped he still loved me.

	I heard him get out of bed. I carefully took a peek at my man so he
wouldn't see me. His body was buffed and hot and his dick was hard as he
entered the bathroom to shower. I knew I had to make the first move,
because in my selfishness I made it clear to him to not touch me. What a
fool I am!

	I waited until I heard him turn off the water to the shower; I
stood up and looked out the window. A few minutes later, he opened the
door. I kept my back to him; I couldn't face him just yet, but my dick was
hard as a rock.

	 "What time are the movers coming?" I asked him. I knew what time
they were coming, but I had to say something.

	"About 1," he replied. I could here him rustling around behind
me. There was a short silence.

	"Daniel, do you still love me?" I asked him. I couldn't help it but
my voice was shaky.

	"Of course, I do," he snapped back at me. I knew he was mad at me,
but I took the chance and slowly moved close to him. I touched his smooth
strong back and ran my fingers up and down his spine. He stood up straight
and his body shook. I could hear him take a deep breath.  I slowly wrapped
my arms around him from behind. He didn't push me away, so I kissed his
neck. More chills ran though his body...and mine.

	"Don't fucking tease me damn it," he said to me. His body was
shaking.  I held him tighter and kissed his neck as my chest touched his
back and my hard cock poked his butt. I ran my hands over his hard chest
and ripped abs. God how I missed touching him like this.

	I stepped in front of him. I was scared, scared that the memory of
Andreas would spoil what we were about to do. We kissed again. I looked
into Daniel's beautiful eyes. I took a deep breath and couldn't believe
what I was about to say.

	"Fuck me Daniel," I said. I was so nervous. I felt like this was
our first time.

	"Are you sure?" Daniel seemed just as nervous as I, but our hard
dicks showed we were both ready for what was going to happen.

	"Yeah, I am ready," then I leaned in and kissed him. Oh, god his
tongue tasted so fucking good.

	We moved toward the bed and I laid down on my back. God my dick was
so hard. It hadn't been this rigid since the last time we made love over 8
months ago.

	I looked up at his magnificent body and held his hand. His big cock
was hovering over me and I wanted it deep inside me. He sat down next to me
and began to run his hand over my body. First he pinched my nipples, ever
so gently. I moaned with pleasure and his hand moved down toward my hard
cock. He latched onto it and before I knew it he had swallowed it down to
my pubes. I gasped for breath; his lips felt so good around my prick, maybe
too good. I felt myself quickly approaching my orgasm. I wanted to pull my
dick out of his mouth, but damn it felt so fucking good. But Daniel,
knowing me so well, sensed my predicament and dropped my cock from his
mouth. He moved up to my lips and we kissed deep and hard. I wrapped my
arms around him and held his body to mine. I was in heaven, why did I wait
so long to feel my lover make love to me. The reasons didn't matter
anymore. He was on top of me spreading my legs.

	Then it dawn on me, he was going to fuck me. Would I be able to
handle it? What if I can't? I began to sweat and shake.

	"I'm going to enter you now," I remember him saying to me. I closed
my eyes as he did. At first it felt wonderful, but with my eyes closed I
felt I was once again transported to that hotel room and it wasn't Daniel,
who was acting so loving, but Andreas ramming that cock inside my dry ass.

	I didn't realize it but my head was rocking back and forth. He's
inside me again, I said to myself, Andreas is going to rape again. I felt
it was Andreas' dick inside me and not my Daniel's.

	I began to panic. I had convinced myself I was being raped again. I
kept wanting it to stop. "Please, stop, Andreas," I kept saying as my head
moved faster back and forth. I heard a voice in the distance but couldn't
make out what it was saying or who it was. His dick was still deep inside
me and I found myself liking what I was feeling. How could I be enjoying
being raped by that monster? What kind of animal did I turn into? Then I
felt these strong hand grip my head to stop it from moving. The voice got
louder and louder. My eyes popped open and it wasn't Andreas fucking me, it
was my wonderful, my handsome, my Daniel.

	"Its you, its you and not Andreas," I said to my lover. He leaned
down and we kissed just to prove it was him.

	"Fuck me Daniel," I said to him and he began to move in and out of
me again.  My dick was never this hard, as he pounded me over and over
again. I grabbed my cock and began to beat off. I felt my orgasm approach,
as my lover's, my Daniel's big beautiful hard cock, gently massaged my
prostate.

	Without warning I reached the point of no return, "Fuck, I'm going
to cum," I said then watched my dick as it began to blast my load from the
confined of my balls. The first shot landed on my chest and abs, as did the
second and third shots. My body shook as another intense load shot across
my chest and abs, more and more cum covered my chest. I must have shot at
least 7 or 8 times and each one was as intense as the next.

	My cum began to dribble down my shaft and onto my hand. My Daniel,
who's hard cock was still inside me, took my hand from my rod and began to
lick it clean. I saw the smile on his face as if he was really enjoying the
taste of my spunk. I began to laugh not believing how much I cummed.

	"I never saw so much cum, in my life," he said. Then Daniel ran his
fingers through the cum on my chest and fed it to me. I sucked his fingers
dry. I think this really turned Daniel on and as he began to pump harder
inside me. It was his turn to fill me up, and fill me up he did.

	"Oh fuck," he cried out over and over again as he overflowed my
hole with his cum. His body was shaking as he continued to shoot load after
load inside me. Finally he was spent and he looked at my body and laughed
at the amount of sperm that covered my chest and abs. He collapsed on top
of me squishing the cum between our bodies. He was exhausted and so was I,
but we managed to kiss one more time.

	We lay in bed for a long time and I confessed my feelings to my
lover. I also told him of my thoughts of suicide, which upset him very
much, mainly because he had figured it out a while back.

	Daniel in turn, confessed what really happened on that balcony. I
was shocked that he would do something like that, but upset with myself for
not being there for him when he needed me most.

	We finally got out of bed then went into the bathroom to shower
where we had another go at having sex.

	We held each other under the spray of the water. I was still upset
about something and didn't know how to tell Daniel what I felt. But Daniel
could tell something was wrong with me.

	"You want to talk about it," he asked me. I hesitated, but decided
to tell him what was bothering me.

	"Daniel, do you think Gerald still hates me?" I asked. My guilt
over Gerald was still there and I didn't know how to deal with it.

	"What? Gerald doesn't hate you?"

	"I think he does."

	"Why do you say that?"

	"Cause he suffered so much to save me and I didn't," I said while
holding Daniel tightly, "how could he not hate me?"

	"Chase, you have to talk with him about this. He told me a few
things that you should hear from him."

	"Like what?"

	"Talk with him, Chase."

	"I don't know if I could."

	"You have to."

	I didn't want to continue the conversation, but I knew Daniel was
right. I had to talk with Gerald and soon.



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


GERALD'S STORY - IN HIS OWN WORDS


	Did you ever die? I know that's a stupid question,...but I did, die
I mean.

	Dr. Mike said I was dead for 10 seconds on the operating table. At
least my heart stopped for that long and I stopped breathing. He said if it
was much longer I could have had permanent brain damage. Nicky said "That
explains a lot". He thinks he's so damn funny.

	I don't remember anything about dying. I didn't hear anyone calling
me saying Gerald go for the white light, like they say in the movies. I
just remember... hell I don't remember anything.

	Anyway, Dr. Mike brought me back. Oh, he said I just started
breathing on my own, but I know he did something to start my engine
again. He's my hero, and my dad's too.

	I've told everyone, that I don't remember much about The Incident,
but I lied. I remember a lot, maybe too much. Most of what I do remember I
want to forget, but I can't, so most of the time I just put it out of my
head like it never happened, but I know it did. I just figure I will deal
with it later or whenever or maybe not.

	One of the most vivid things I do remember was Andreas' eyes. They
were big and glassy and seemed to look right through me, like I wasn't even
there. Then the pain. At first I thought I was having stomach cramps from
the 4 fish tacos and the bean burrito I ate earlier, but damn, it hurt too
much to be just gas. It felt like...well it felt like someone stabbed me in
the gut with a knife; his stiletto I think they said it was.

	I also remember the taste of the blood. God that tastes terrible. I
don't know how vampires do it. Ok I'm being funny, I know there aren't
vampires anymore. They been all killed off by Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Ok,
I'll stop trying to be funny.

	Anyway, it's hard to believe I had that much blood in me. A lot
came out my mouth. Dr. Mike kept telling me to spit it out. Damn that was
hard to do, but I remember doing it. I kept wanting to sleep, but Dr. Mike
kept waking me up. He said I could have drowned in my own blood. Pretty
gross huh?

	Oh yeah, there was a loud crashing sound like a window
breaking. Later my dad told me that was Andreas crashing through the glass
balcony door. Dad said it was pretty gross cause he had glass stuck all
over is body, including a big piece in his head, sick, huh?

	They say he jumped off the balcony and landed in some trees and was
gored through by some branches. I would have liked to have seen that...I
think. Well maybe not. I have a feeling something else happened out there,
but dad won't talk about it. He gets all weird when he talks about it.

	Poor Andreas, I wonder what he was like before he became a fucking
crazy man. I'll have to ask Cole. He mentioned that when they met he was a
great guy. Strange huh, that he could go nuts and murder people. I guess it
could happen to anyone...I think.

	They said that he killed the bartender at the hotel in Acapulco. He
slit the guys's throat and most of his blood drained out of his body onto
the floor... gross! Also they found a body just across the border and had
evidence that Andreas did that too. Evidence like the gun that blew half of
the guy's head off was the type Andreas had. And there was the DNA from the
sperm they found in the guys ass; turned out to be Andreas' DNA. I would
say that was evidence enough. I guess he shouldn't have fucked him before
he killed him. Can you imagine, he probably shot the guy right after he
fucked him, or maybe he was still inside him when he shot him. Now that
would be really gross!

	God, he killed all those people and Joe and that guy Henry that
Chelsea was dating. I wonder if there was more?

	It could have been me and Chase added to that list, too. I'm glad
it wasn't. I mean, of course I'm glad he didn't kill me, but my big bro?
He's so special and so talented. I'd like to be just like him someday.

	He's still going though hell over what Andreas did to him. It must
have been terrible, I mean being raped like that, although, Andreas did
that to me millions of times, but I was used to it. My brother-in-law used
to do that to me every night when I was a kid. He used to sneak into my
room at night, pull off my pajama bottoms and stick that sloppy thing in my
ass, raw with no lube. He held his dirty hand over my mouth so no one could
hear my screams. I was eleven years old when he started that. Then there
were the times on the streets when an overzealous john would fuck me before
he put on the lube. Glad those days are gone.

	Anyway, what was I talking about? Oh yeah, things I remember in the
hotel room.

	There was a lot of yelling and a lot people appeared out of
nowhere. Some people tried to move me, but Dr. Mike yelled back at them and
wouldn't let them touch me. I told you he was my hero.

	I lost track of my dad, but I did see Nicky. By the expression on
his face, he looked like he was the one dying and not me. Poor Nicky, he
went through hell because of me. He was holding this red thing, which I
later found out, was my bloody t-shirt. He kept looking at me and saying he
wasn't going to let me go.

	The next thing I knew I was on a stretcher in an
ambulance. Dr. Mike and my dad were there with me, and Nicky too. Chase was
lying next to me in another stretcher. I looked over at him, but he didn't
see me. My dad was holding my hand. I don't remember too much after that. I
guess it was ok for me to sleep by then, cause I closed my eyes and
Dr. Mike didn't try to wake me up.

	Sometime while I was out, when I was being operated on actually,
was the time that I died. Funny how I don't remember a thing. Is that how
it is when you die, you just go to sleep and that is it, you just don't
wake up? No bright light, no angels singing, no bands playing, no devils
leading you into hell, or St. Peter opening up the Pearly Gates to heaven,
you close your eyes and your dead. Funny huh?

	I must have been out a long time, too, cause when I woke up I was
in a strange room. I didn't feel any pain because I was so drugged up, but
I could barely move and I had tubes coming out of my body from everywhere,
even my dick. I got really scared. I didn't know where I was, I had
forgotten about being stabbed. I started to panic, but then I saw my
dad. His eyes were all swollen, but when he saw me with my eyes open he
smiled...at first. Then he started to cry and kissed my forehead.

	"Hey, son," he said to me. I smiled cause my dad was there and I
knew I would be ok.

	Then I saw Nicky. He stood at the foot of the bed staring at me.

	"You look like shit," I said to him. My voice was weak and course
and gravely. He came to the side of the bed, held my hand, sat down in the
chair next to the bed and rested his head in my hand, then kissed it. He
lifted his head and I saw his eyes well up. I thought he was going to cry,
but instead, he forced a smile.

	"If you think I look like shit, you should see yourself," he
said. I tried to laugh but, oh, it hurt so bad. That's when Dr. Mike walked
in.

	"Hey, hey, come on. He cant get excited," I heard Dr. Mike say, but
he sounded far away. I guess I drifted off to sleep again.

	I woke up a while later; don't know how long it was cause about
then, time didn't mean anything. I saw Nicky sleeping in the chair, but dad
was right beside the bed.

	"Hi dad," I said. My voice was still raw. I wanted to sit up, but
dad stopped me.

	"Don't get up Gerald just lay there. You still have tubes in you,"
he whispered, "let's not wake up Nick. He hasn't slept in a couple days."

	"Is he ok?" I asked.

	"He is now," he said to me, then stroked my forehead moving some of
my hair out of my eyes.

	"You doing ok?" he asked me.

	"I guess," I replied, "I don't feel much of anything. I must have
some really good drugs in me," I said with a smile.

	"Well, they have given you a lot of stuff for the pain, son."

	"How's Chase?" I asked hoping he was ok and wanting to change the
subject.

	"He's doing fine, Gerald, but he's having difficulty handling
things, but he will be ok."

	"Can I see him?"

	"I will tell him you asked for him."

	"Good," I said then I drifted off to sleep. Don't know what drugs
they gave me, but I sure felt relaxed. I never did see Chase in the
hospital though. Later, I found out he did come to see me when I was
sleeping or unconscious or something like that, but ran out of the room. I
know why now, but I didn't know why then. I thought he was pissed at me or
something. I felt really bad about that.

	Oh yeah something kinda funny, yet serious, did happen a few days
later when I was feeling a lot better. My dad had left the room to get
something to eat and I was alone in the room with Nicky.

	We were laughing and he was getting very touchy feely and I found I
was getting a hard-on.

	"Well I think you're getting better," Nicky said to me while
looking at the tented bed covers. He put his hand under the sheet and
latched on to my dick. I cummed immediately.

Fuck, I really made a mess. Nicky started to laugh as he removed his hand
from my cock and began to lick my cum from it.

	"Very funny," I said, "How do I explain this to the nurse," I said
really embarrassed that the nurses would see the mess I made.

	"Don't worry I'll clean you up," my Nicky said then went to the
sink, took a towel and wet it with warm water, he came back to my bed and
removed the covers from me. My stomach was still all bandaged up, but you
could still see I was black and blue around my exposed lower stomach as
well as around my groin and upper thighs. Nicky gently began to clean me
up. He lifted my soft penis and wiped my cum, then did the same thing to my
legs. Then he began to clean up the bedsheets and covers. He didn't say a
word while he was doing this. Mostly he just stared at my stomach.

	"You ok, Nicky?" I asked him and rubbed his strong upper arm. The
expression on his face was really strange.

	"Yeah," he said but I heard his voice crack as he stared at my
discolored thighs.

	"Pretty gross," I said. He didn't say anything he just continued to
stare. "I love how you take care of me, Nicky." I knew he was desperately
trying to hold back tears again.

	"Hmm, I love you too, Ger," he said to me and again his voice
cracked. "I'll be right back, gotta find Donnie," He then quickly walked
out of the room to find his brother, but I knew what he was going to do. He
didn't want me to see him cry. My macho boyfriend...god I love him.

	A few days later, Dr. Mike's dad flew down from LA in the families
private jet that was equipped with all kinds of medical stuff, so my trip
back to LA wasn't too bad.

	Imagine that, me in a private jet. Just about a year ago I was
sleeping in an alley, but there I was in that big jet flying home with all
the guys who stuck around to help my dad out with me and Chase. Eduardo,
our hot impromptu interpreter, planned on coming to LA in a few weeks. He
was such a great guy that dad figured he would treat him to a trip to LA. I
think my dad wants to get into his pants. Just kidding... I think. From
what I hear, Dr. Mike offered him a full scholarship to a nursing school up
here. He said Eduardo would make a great nurse. Hmm, I wonder what's going
on there. I think my imagination is running away with me.

	Damn, I wished I felt better so I could have enjoyed the flight,
more.

	Anyway, when we got to LAX I was pretty tired. Another ambulance
was there to pick me up, but I remember seeing lots of flashes. Dad said we
got intercepted by a bunch of photographers. Seems we turned out to be some
kind of celebrities because of me getting stabbed in the stomach and Chase
getting raped. Crazy huh? Besides, dad and Chase were these hotshot gay
celebrities that were always all over the papers and magazines, so I guess
this was big news to the paparazzi. Besides that, the guy who did this to
us was Andreas Muller.

	I spent a week in the hospital here in LA, to make sure I was
ok. At least that's what Dr. Mike told me and my dad. I didn't like that, I
just wanted to go home, but I guess, he knew better than me.

	At the hospital, when they weren't poking and prodding me, I got
lots of visits from people at school, especially Jenny, who came everyday
with some schoolwork for me. I didn't mind though, cause doing homework
kept my mind from getting homesick.

	The first or second time Jenny came to visit me, I got a real shock
with what she told me...and it scared me, too; still does.

	"Is it true?" she asked as I lay kinda out of it while she sat at
the side of the bed.

	"Is what true," I barked. I wasn't feeling very well that day and
wasn't in the mood for riddles.

	"What they say in the LA Times?" she said still playing the riddle
game.

	"I haven't read a newspaper or heard any type of news. So, what the
fuck you talking about," I asked sounding really pissed, but I guess I
wasn't. I was just tired.

	"That you were a street hustler from the age of 14 and this Andreas
guy that stabbed you, held you as his slave for nearly a year?" she asked
me. My heart sunk. My secret was out.

	"Fuck!" I said, "fuck! fuck! Fuck!" I turned on my side away from
her. I wanted to cry, but I held it in. I didn't want the kids at school to
know about that part of my life. Lots of people liked me at school, now I
figured they would all hate me for what I used to be. I mean everyone knew
I was gay, hell after coming out like Nicky and I did, but no one knew my
secret. I still don't know how the newspapers found out about me.

	"Its ok Gerald. The guy who wrote the story said how you had such
bad breaks as a kid and that's what you had to do to survive. That this guy
Andreas tricked you into thinking you killed one of your tricks."

	"What? Oh God!" I cried out.

 	"Then Daniel and Chase took you in," she continued without taking a
breath, "and Daniel adopted you, you are a straight A student and are a
certified genius and things were going good, then this happened. You had
all the girls at school crying while they were reading it."

	"It's the guys I'm worried about beating the crap out of
me. Besides, I don't want to be pitied," I said while still facing away
from her. She crawled in bed next to me and put her arm around me.

	"No one pities you Gerald. So many people admire you for what you
are now, even though you had a bad break as a kid. You're the smartest kid
in school. Even the cool guys who thought you were just a geek, don't talk
that way about you anymore."

	"How am I going to face those guys at school Jenny," I was
devastated by the news.

	"No one will say anything about that Gerald. Hell you got Nick; he
may be gay, but he's still a badass," she said and smiled thinking of my
hunky boyfriend.  "And now you even have Bradley to protect you."

	"Bradley?"

	"Yeah, word around school is he beat the shit out of some guy who
called you a faggot."

	"Bradley, huh? Who would have thought," I said, wiping my runny
nose and my eyes that had welled up. "I'll have ta thank him, I guess." I
wasn't quite sure it was right to thank someone for beating some asshole up
in my name.

	"It'll be ok, Gerald, no one gives a shit," Jenny said while
putting her arm around me.

	"I didn't want anyone to know about that part of my life,
especially you Jenny. I'm trying to forget it. Now everyone knows."

	"Hey I don't mind. Its no skin off my ass," Jenny said to me in her
usual subtle way.

	"I like you a lot, Jenny, and if I was straight, I'd ask you out on
a date or something," I said seriously.

	"I like to too Gerald. And if you were straight, I ask you to fuck
me right now," she said.

	I turned my head and looked at her and she had this big shit eaten
grin on her face and we both cracked up laughing, which wasn't a good idea
since I was still hurting under my bandages. She kissed me on my lips, then
got out of bed.

	"You're great Gerald, and so fucking sexy," she said with a
smile. She's such a good friend. I think I have my own private Fag Hag.

	When I finally did go home, a bunch of the gang from school was
there to greet me with welcome home banners and balloons and lots of
card. No one mentioned anything about my past. I'm not sure if it was
because Nicky and Bradley threatened everyone or maybe it was like Jenny
said, no one gives a shit. I couldn't get over how many people showed up
including Mr. Mason along with Mr. Sanderson from the Gay-Straight Alliance
Club. Even Clarence was there, with Bradley no less.

	Seems Bradley took to Clarence and felt responsible for him since
he saved his life from the gay bashers. Since Clarence's broken jaw was
pretty much wired shut for a couple months and all he could put in his
mouth was liquids, he lost a lot of the baby fat he had. Bradley started
him on exercise and weight training and Jenny and I gave him lessons on how
to dress and what to do with his crazy wild ginger hair. Now Clarence is a
half way decent looking guy.

	No, Bradley didn't turn gay; he's very much the straight jock. You
can ask any of the school cheerleaders, just how straight he is. Word has
it that he has dated and probably fucked nearly every one of them.

	Although, I do think Clarence does have a crush on him, something
that Bradley loves to tease him about. I think Bradley just had his eyes
opened about what was right and what was wrong. He turned out to be a
pretty cool guy and a great friend. Bradley, Clarence and Jenny will be
coming over today to help get me and Nick settled into our new room.

	Anyway, I jumped way ahead of myself, again. So where was I, oh
yeah, I just got home from the hospital and there was lots of kids from
school. After about an hour or so I got real tired and my father asked
everyone to leave.

	Nicky and dad wanted me to go lay in bed, but I was really too
worried to rest. This was the time when Chase had disappeared. At that time
he was gone a little over a week and dad was really beside himself with
worry and frustration. I didn't like to see him like this just a few weeks
after the Incident and from me being in the hospital and all.

	I was worried about Chase too. Why would he just take off like that
and not call any of us. I guess at the time, we still didn't realize just
what he was going through.

	When he did return a week later, seems things got worse between him
and my dad. They argued a lot and ended up where they hardly spoke to each
other anymore. He hardly spoke to any of us either. I missed him during
that time. Chase always had a way of making me laugh. Back then, he very
seldom even smiled.

	But Chase was always at his studio and dad was working on some
secret project he didn't want to tell anyone about. I was worried they were
going to break up. I didn't want to be the product of a broken home.

	This one time after dad and Chase had this big fight I got really
weak and Nicky had to take me into our room. He locked the door and took
off all my clothes and he took off his. I still had my stomach bandaged,
but not like it was before. The dressing was much smaller as my wound was
healing really good.

	We laid down in each other's arms. I loved holding Nicky and
feeling his naked body next to mine. But my emotions were strong and as
hard as I tried not to, I began to cry, afraid that my dad and Chase were
going to break up. Somehow I felt it was all my fault, even though I knew
it wasn't. Nicky knew why I was crying and he just held me tight.

	"They'll be ok Ger. They'll work it out. They love each other too
much," he reassured me.

	"I hope you're right Nicky. I love them both," I said.

	"Yeah me too," he said. I looked up at him and he kissed my
lips. It felt so good when he kissed me.

	We hadn't really had much sex since I got back and we hadn't fucked
since the night of The Incident. I really did want to get fucked, though,
but wasn't sure I could do it without doing some kind of damage to my
insides.

	We were both hard and we began to stroke each other's rigid
poles. This was all the sex we usually had done.

	"Nicky," I remember saying to him, "fuck me."

	"Ger, I don't think that would be a good idea with you still
bandaged like that," Nicky said, trying to use logic when I was too horny
to listen.

	"Nicky, I really want to have sex with you, I mean, I want you to
fuck me," I pleaded. I grabbed hold of his cock and it was pulsating it was
so hard. I wanted to laugh cause he was holding back and I knew by the heat
coming from his body that I could persuade him to fuck me.

	"Ok, but we'll go really slow," Nick said to me. I knew he would
give in. I love him so much for stuff like that.

	I turned on my side and I felt him get real close to me. His hard
dick poked me in my butt. Then I heard him rustling around to get the
lube. I felt his slick finger touch my rosebud and it slid in easily. At
first it burned a bit, but then I got used to it. Funny how six weeks
without getting fucked makes you feel like a virgin again.

	"I don't want you to do anything just lay there and enjoy this,
Ger, I'll do all the work," Nicky said to me, "And if your stomach starts
to hurt tell me and I'll stop."

	God I love this man and how he takes care of me.

	"I love you Nicky," I said as I felt his very hard cock touch my
butt hole. He put pressure on my rosebud and I opened up, but it hurt a bit
when it did.

	"Ouch," I said while he slid all the way into me.

	"You ok Ger?" Nicky said obviously turned on by what we were
doing. God his dick felt like a rock going into me. It felt so fucking good
that I forgot about my stomach and backed my ass into him so he could go
deeper inside me. That was my first mistake.

	"Don't move Ger," Nicky panted, "I'll do all the work."

	I grunted, but did I listen to him? No, cause as he began to pump
nice and easy inside of me, I wanted it harder, so what did I do? I began
to move my ass in and out on his dick. I was wild with lust for my
boyfriend's big cock. My body began to shake as I felt Nicky's sucking on
the back of my neck. He was breathing really hard and began to move harder
into me. I felt a little pain in my stomach, but decided it was
nothing. That was my second mistake.

	Our lust overshadowed any logic and things got a lot more
aggressive.

	"Fuck me, Nicky, fuck me, I love you," I ranted as I pounded my ass
into his dick.

	"Slow down Ger," Nick said but I was too lost in my sexual frenzy
to listen. This was my third mistake and probably the worst, cause my
stomach really began to hurt now, but I still didn't say anything.

	His hands were all over my chest and he tweaked my nipples which
just sent me wild. He grabbed onto my hard cock and began to beat me off. I
was really close.

	"Fuck Nicky, I'm gonna cum," I said and I shot my load all over the
bedsheets. Over and over my spunk shot from my cock and didn't stop until
my balls were drained.

	"I'm cummin," Nicky whispered in my ear, and I felt his warm spunk
fill my ass and his hot breath on the side of my neck. He thrust one last
time, then pulled out.

	We lay there holding each other. I felt Nicky juices sliding from
my ass. Man it was fantastic, but things didn't feel right. All of a sudden
my stomach started to hurt. The pain got really bad.

	"You ok Ger?" Nick asked me feeling my body tense up.

	"My stomach..." that's all I could say when I started to choke and
the familiar taste of blood was in my mouth. I sat up in bed and I coughed
and blood came spurting out. Not as much as in Mexico, but enough to scare
the hell out of Nicky... and me too.

	"Oh, Nicky," I said trying to hold back tears as blood was coming
from my mouth and my bandage was getting redder.

	"Oh shit, Ger, I knew we shouldn't of had sex," Nicky jumped out of
bed and ran naked out of the room yelling for my dad.

	"Daniel, Daniel, hurry help," I heard him cry out and came running
back into the bedroom.

	"What's wrong?" Dad said from the other room then walked in to our
bedroom. "Oh shit, what the hell happened?" he cried out. He looked at Nick
and me and the cum stains on the bed and figured out what we did. "Are you
two nuts?" he screamed.

	"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Nicky kept saying.

	"It's all my fault," I said trying to take the blame from Nicky,
beside it was all my fault. I shouldn't have done it and I should have
stopped it when the first sign of pain happened. Dad grabbed a towel that
was lying on the floor and began to wipe up my blood, but I coughed again
and more blood came out my mouth. I began to cry.

	"Shit, Nick, call 911 and call Dr. Mike," dad said.

	To make a long story short, I spent two more days in the
hospital. That's the price one has to pay for a good fuck I guess. And
Nicky sure knows how to fuck me good. But before we do it again, I will
make sure I am feeling much better.

	Anyway, Dad and Chase finally got things settled between them and
it looks like things are ok again.

	I remember the day that they had sex for the first time in 8
months. It was the same day that Nicky got me this really cool gold
Speedo. I do look good in that, even if I do say so myself.

	Chase seemed to be really relaxed that day, probably because my dad
had fucked him, and he didn't freak.  He even told me that we could start
up our masturbation session, again. I sure was glad of that cause I really
do enjoy beating off with him, but still I felt there was something missing
between him and me. He had a difficult time looking me in the eye. I really
loved Chase and I wanted things back the way they were. I found out later
that day what was on his mind.

	We were all sitting around the living room waiting for the gang as
well as the movers to arrive for the move next door to the big house. Dad
asked me to get everyone something to drink. Then he asked Chase to help
me, while telling Nicky to just sit and let Chase help me. That sure
sounded like a set up to me and I was right.

	I was getting the sodas from the fridge, but Chase was just
standing there.

	"Ok, what's going on? Dad obviously sent us in here together for a
reason. Did I do something wrong?" I asked. He didn't answer at first, and
he still couldn't look me in the eyes.

	"Gerald, do you hate me or resent me? I mean because of what
happened?"

	"Huh?" I said, puzzled by his question. Then I laughed thinking he
was joking with me. He just stood there and didn't say anything. "You're
serious aren't ya?"

	"Yeah," is all he said. I stood there trying to find the words to
say.

 	"Why would I hate you? God I couldn't do that; you're my bro," I
said not understanding why Chase would say such a thing.

	"I mean, you nearly died to save me, and getting hurt like you did,
you have to hate me cause I didn't get hurt like you did."

	"God Chase, you didn't do anything for me to hate you. Andreas is
the bastard who did this to us, not you? Hell, it's him I hate. Besides you
were fucking raped. I would say that hurt a lot."

	"But, Gerald you suffered so much and I didn't. I just feel so
fucking guilty about it."

	"Well, just thank god we are both alive. Chase... you don't
understand how I feel about you," I began to explain. I put my arms around
him and rested my head on his bare shoulder. "You're my...my idol, Chase. I
mean I love my Dad. He's the greatest guy on the planet, but you're my
idol," I said and started to get emotional. "I want to be just like you. I
want to learn to surf just like you. You could teach me. I like how you
make me laugh and make me feel good when I'm down. And I want to be the
best fucking photographer in the world like you are. I know I said I wanted
to be a doctor, but I love taking pictures and I want to do things with
you. I like being your assistant and taking care of the details for you. I
like how we work together. You're the greatest, Chase. I could never hate
you. I jumped in front of Andreas cause I couldn't see you being hurt like
that. When I saw what he was doing to you, I just had to do something. No I
don't hate you Chase, I love you, big bro."

	"Ok I get the picture," Chase interrupted. "So what you're saying
is all this guilt I been carrying around the past 8 months was for shit."
He seemed angry, but I think he was angry with himself and not me.

	"Sorta, I guess," I said. For the first time since the Incident,
Chase looked me in the eyes and smiled. He kissed me and held me tight,
just as my dad walked in the kitchen.

	"Is everything ok, now?" he said while Chase and I held each other.

	"Yeah," Chase said but he didn't let me go. I knew for sure that
Chase was back and everything would be ok again.


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


DIALOGE WITH TAD - TAD'S STORY, IN HIS OWN WORDS

	Just a minute I have to light my cigarette. I know, I know I should
give up and I will...someday. There, that's better. Nothing like filling
your lungs with Tar and Nicotine right before you have to do some heavy
work. Ok, it's not that funny, but we're here for me to tell you our story,
not preach about the health risks of smoking. But I'm going to give up, I
swear.

	Anyway, our story started about four months ago on a beautiful
summer's day. I was here in the backyard, just lighting up a cigarette,
much like I just did now. The sun was shining the air was clear and I could
hear the waves crashing on the shore, yet I felt lost and alone. Oh I had a
house full of friends and family, but... oh hell, Ryan was still on my
mind. "I sure wish I knew how to quit him. Damn," I remember laughing to
myself and saying out loud, "now I'm quoting Jack Twist." I took another
hit off my cigarette and felt the smoke fill my lungs, then I let it out.

	"That stuff's gonna kill you someday," this voice said from behind
me. I knew that voice and a chill ran through my body and I found it hard
to breath. I closed my eyes, then opened them, took a deep breath and
turned around. There he stood as beautiful as ever, with his curly blonde
hair his chiseled face, oh that handsome face of his, and those blue
fucking eyes.

	"Ryan what you doin' here?" I asked, immediately thinking that was
a stupid thing to say. I hadn't seen much of him since we got back from
Mexico where things got crazy between us.

	"Well, its good to see you, too," Ryan said to me.

	"No, its great to see you, really, you just took me by surprise," I
said trying to make up for the way I talked to him.

	"Daniel said I could stay here for a while," he said and stared at
me like he used to, but I couldn't look him in the eyes without falling
into his arms. "Hope that won't be too much of a problem for you."

	"No not at all. Is Cole travelling or something?" I asked.

	"No... we broke up today, Tad. I've... moved out."

	"What?" I felt my heart race, but then I knew he must be hurting,
so I decided smiling and saying 'that's great, let's fuck' wouldn't be too
cool. So, instead I offered my support and said, "Oh, sorry to hear
that. Are you ok?"

	"Yeah, just need a place to stay until I find a place of my own."

	"Sure, Daniel won't mind you staying here. Hell we're moving into
that big house in a couple months, I'm sure Daniel will find somewhere
there for you to stay," I said, trying my damnest to stay cool, but my
heart still raced knowing he would be living in the same house once again,
but I had to get it into my head that things would be different, especially
after what happened in Mexico.

	Before I go any further, I better clue you in on what happened down
there. It was when we were waiting to hear about Gerald's condition at that
hospital in Acapulco that smelled like piss. We knew Chase would be ok by
then, but Gerald was really in bad shape and Dr. Mike was operating on him.

	I never saw Ryan so upset. Quiet tears just kept streaming down his
face. He figured his best friend was dying and he had a difficult time
handling it. He loved Gerald and made it known to him all the time. I put
my arm around Ryan several times to comfort him when he would break down.

	I can't say I was much better. I was a wreck too. Gerald had become
an important part of my life and to see him all bloody and looking so pale,
damn, it tore me up.

	What I am trying to say is both Ryan and my emotions were running
very high, and we were ripe for giving into things we shouldn't have.

	I had gone off to have a smoke; even in a crisis like that, my
addiction took control. I had to have a cigarette, so I walked outside to
light up a Marlboro. At first I didn't notice that Ryan had followed me
outside to get some air.

	As I lit my cigarette and we began to talk about Gerald, again. He
said how much he loved him and how much he meant to him and if anything
happened to him, he would go really nuts. When Gerald disappeared when
Andreas took control of him, Ryan said he was beside himself with grief not
knowing where he was. He thought he lost him back then, now he felt like he
was really going to loose him. That's when he broke down again. I took him
in my arms and held him tight, but this time... well, before we knew it, we
were kissing. I mean we were sucking face like crazy. I know I was hard and
I grabbed Ryan's crotch and he was hard too. He groaned when I did, but
then we stopped when we realized what we were doing. But it was too late.

	We both turned our heads toward the glass door to the hospital and
there stood Cole; he had seen our kiss. He turned and walked away.

	"Shit," Ryan said and ran after him.

	I stood there cursing myself, but I licked my lips where his lips
touched them. That was all I needed, with what just happened between me and
Ryan, and not knowing if Gerald was going to live or die, I lost it. I
backed up against the wall and slid to the ground and balled like a baby.

	I couldn't face Ryan after that, so I tried to avoid him the rest
of the time we were there. It looked like he and Cole were trying to deal
with what just happened. I figured I lost him not only as a lover, but as a
friend.

	I hadn't seen much of Ryan since we got back. I hadn't even talked
with him much, except when we had a runway show or a shoot to do together,
but even then it was strained. He was always on my mind though and always
in my dreams.

 	It had been several weeks since I'd seen him, until he showed up in
the yard saying he and Cole broke up. I wanted to hold him so bad, but I
knew I had to wait.

	"Look, Tad, I know we haven't talked much lately and I really
wanted to call you, but with the problems Cole and I were having, I thought
it best to wait," Ryan said breaking me out of thinking back to the
past. "I really need to talk with you though."

	"I'm sorry about that kiss in Mexico. It was all my fault. I hope
that wasn't the reason you guys broke up."

	Ryan was about to answer me, when Nick and Gerald came into the
yard.

	"Help me," Gerald said to Ryan and me, "Nicky is trying to kill
me." Gerald was all sweaty and out of breath.

	"No one is trying to kill you Ger," Nick said to him, "you know
Dr. Mike wants you to do physical therapy."

	"This ain't therapy, its abuse of a minor," Gerald said still out
of breath, "You could get arrested for this you know."

	Ryan and I looked at each other and laughed.

	"Hey, Ry, what you doing here? We haven't seen you in a long time,"
Gerald said realizing Ryan was standing there, "its good to see you," he
said and hugged his friend.

	"Well, I came to see my best friend," he said to Gerald, then
kissed him while tweaking his nipple.

	"Yeah, right, what's the real deal. I can tell something's wrong."

	Gerald has this uncanny way of knowing when the people he is
closest to are troubled.

	"Well, I'm going to stay here for a while. Cole and I broke up
today."

	"What?" Gerald and Nick said at the same time.

	"I'm sorry Ry," Gerald said and hugged his friend again. Strange
though, Gerald looked at me and winked. He really does know when someone is
troubled.

	"Yeah, Ryan, if there is anything Ger and I could do, we're here
for you, bud," Nick added.

	"Thanks guys, I really appreciate that, but I think I will be ok,"
Ryan said then looked at me and smiled. I thought that was a strange thing
for someone who just broke up with the man of his dreams to say.

	Then, we were interrupted by Daniel who came out with beers for all
of us except Gerald who was not allowed to drink yet. Daniel had a can of
diet coke for him. Gerald complained about that too.

	I was disappointed that Ryan and I didn't get a chance to finish
our conversation, but it was good to see Gerald doing so well. It was just
about 3 months since the Incident and already he was running around with
his shirt off, in his very low-slung shorts. Even with his bandage off and
the scar still very visible, he looked very sexy.

	It was also good to see Ryan again. I couldn't take my eyes off him
throughout the day. I noticed several times that he was staring at me
too. Could it be that he still had feelings for me too? No, I knew that
part was over between him and me.

	Late that evening, Daniel had gone up to bed, Gerald and Nick were
in their room and you could guess what they were doing, but Chase was still
at the studio. He seemed to spend a lot of time there back then. Chase and
Daniel were having problems that no one wanted to talk about, but we all
knew it had to do with The Incident. We just hoped they would work things
out between them.

	I was laying on the couch in the living room watching TV. I don't
remember what I was watching because I wasn't paying attention and I had
the sound off. Actually I was waiting for Ryan to come out of the shower. I
figured since everyone was in bed this would be a perfect time for us to
finish our conversation without any interruptions. I left my shorts on in
case being naked would make Ryan uncomfortable. I wanted to do whatever it
took to get him back, including taking my time and not rushing him. After
all, he just broke up with Cole and he must be hurting.

	Then the bathroom door opened and Ryan walked out with nothing but
a towel wrapped around his waist.

	"You off to bed now?" I asked staring at him and his beautiful
body.

	"Yeah, I guess so," he replied. He looked so damn sexy with just
that towel wrapped around him. His curly blond hair was still wet and hung
down into his eyes, making him look hotter than hell.

	"You sure you don't want your old room back? I don't mind going out
on the back porch, again," I asked.

	"No, I'll be ok."

	We stood there staring at each other for an awkward minute or so.

	"Tad, earlier you asked me why Cole and I broke up and if the kiss
in Acapulco had anything to do with it."

	"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to," I said, but I
really did want to know.

	"No, I want to explain something to you," he said and sat down next
to me. My heart raced and it was difficult to breathe having him sit so
close to me. I wanted to take him in my arms and kiss him and make love to
him, but all I did was squirm in my seat and adjust my growing hard-on in
my shorts.

	"Ok," I said.

Deep down I knew this was going to be the brush off. He just wanted to be
friends, but damn I didn't think I could be just friends with him. I held
my breath and waited for the ax to fall.

	"Yeah, the kiss had something to do with it, but not everything. It
did start Cole and me talking though. I was holding things in and not being
honest with him cause I didn't want to hurt him. I think about our kiss a
lot. I loved it and it started me thinking. The fact is, Cole knew what was
wrong for a while and so did I, but I didn't have the balls to say anything
to him. Our break up was a mutual thing and it was cordial. He even wished
me luck."

	"Luck with what?" I asked not sure what he was getting at.

	"With you," Ryan stopped to see my reaction. At first it didn't
register what he just said. "Fuck Tad, I'm so in love with you. All I think
about is you and how I hurt you. It was always you ever since we first
met. That first night we made love, I knew it was right then. I know you
probably are still really pissed at me, but I was hoping you would give me
another chance. I won't rush you or anything and I will understand if you
tell me to go to hell. I made a mistake by breaking up with you and going
with Cole. I only hope you can forgive me."

	He stopped and I couldn't talk, my breathing became short and my
heart raced a mile a minute. I felt dizzy and thought I was going to pass
out. How do I tell him I never stopped loving him and hell yeah, I will
give him another chance.

	"Well, what do you say, do you think we could get back together
sometime? I mean, it doesn't have to be right away. You can think about it
if you want to, but I'm hoping you will take me back. I know I am talking a
lot here, but I'm afraid to stop cause I think you're going to say no."

	He just kept on talking and I couldn't get a word in, so I leaned
over, grabbed him in my arms and kissed him, burying my tongue deep inside
his mouth. We kissed in what seemed like forever, I didn't want it to stop,
but we looked each other in our eyes.

	"I'll take that as a yes, then," Ryan said. I smiled at him, then
we kissed passionately again. God it felt good to feel his body next to
mine and to taste his lips again. I was in heaven.

We let go of our embrace and he stood up and held out his hand to me. The
towel that was wrapped around his waist had an obvious tent to it. I
reached up, but instead of grabbing his hand, I grabbed the towel and let
it fall to the floor.

	Fuck, he is magnificent; that body of his is perfect, not to say
his big manhood that was staring me in the face. I missed him so much. I
stood up and he undid my shorts and I let them fall to the floor. My hard
dick pointed back at him.

	"Fuck Tad, you got the greatest body," he said. He was as much out
of breath as I was. He took my hand and we walked into my bedroom and shut
the door.

	"Tad I..." Ryan began to say.

	"Don't say nothing right now, Ryan," I interrupted, then took him
in my arms and kissed him hard on the lips.

	Our tongues danced inside our mouths as I lay down on the the bed
and pulled him on top of me. Oh god, how good it was to feel his hard body
press against mine. My hard cock rested in between his legs and I began to
pump.

	We stopped our kisses and he looked into my eyes and smiled.

	"I love you, Tad," he whispered and before I got to tell him how I
felt, he buried his tongue inside my mouth again.

	He let go of my lips and began to lick his way down my body,
stopping briefly at my right nipple to suck and nibble on it with his
teeth.

	"Oh fuck, Ryan," I gasped as he continued his descent to my hard
cock that by now had a free flow of precum oozing from my pee slit. He
licked my abs, then moved down to my trimmed pubes and took a deep breath,
then lifted his head and looked at the tip of my cock that was so hard I
thought it would tear from its skin.

	His tongue touched the tip of my dick. I jumped with excitement, as
his lips clamped around the crown, then ever so slowly slid down my shaft
until it rested deep into his throat. I groaned loudly and he moved rapidly
up and down on my cock. He suddenly stopped and looked up at me and smiled.

	"You taste so fucking good," he said. I smiled then gave him the
signal to turn his body so I could get a taste of his manhood again. He got
on all fours over me, never letting my cock from his mouth. There it was
his beautiful dick ready to enter my mouth once again. I opened wide and
let it slide past my lips and down my throat knowing it would go all the
way in and wouldn't affect my gag reflexes. I felt his hard cock deep down
in my throat, then began to move my head up and down feeling every vein of
his throbbing cock around my lips.

	I was so lost in the feeling and taste of his cock I didn't realize
I had approached my point of no return.

	"Oh fuck I'm cumming," I shouted as my cock let loose inside Ryan's
mouth. He began to swallow and moan, as if he was savoring every drop. I
seemed to cum forever, but soon it was over, but he held my cock in his
mouth.

	I began to breathe hard. My dick didn't go down, I was still filled
with lust of this man I loved so much.

	"Fuck me, Ryan, fuck me now!" I said maybe a bit too loud, but I
wanted his dick inside me.

	He didn't say a word but went right for the drawer where the lube
was, the same drawer we always kept it when we were together.

	"Hmm, it still in the same place," he smiled, as he knelt between
my spread out legs and coated his dick with the slick lube.

	"Fuck, you look so hot," I panted then pulled my legs up in the air
and wrapped my arms around them to hold them up for Ryan to enter me.

	He smiled then moved into position, lined up his cock to my rosebud
then ever so slowly pushed it into me.

	"Oh fuck," I whispered nearly in tears. The man I love is inside me
again.

	"Oh god, Ryan," I said barely audible, "you feel amazing."

	"Tad, I love you. I missed you," he gasped then leaned down and our
lips met. My arms wrapped around his body and I drew him into me, forcing
his cock to go deeper inside me.

	"Fuck me, Ryan," I said into his ear and fuck me he did. Faster and
harder he moved in and out of my hole and all I kept saying was more, more.

	"Oh fuck," Ryan gasped as I felt his warm cum begin to fill me
up. I heard it gush inside my ass as he continued to push inside me. Then
he stopped moving, but I could tell by the expression on his face he was
still cumming inside me.

	Then his face relaxed, he was spent. I didn't realize until that
moment, that I cummed again and it was all over my stomach.

I looked into his eyes and smiled as he lay on top of me. His softening
dick was still deep inside me. I didn't want him to pull out, I wanted it
inside me forever. We lay there for what seemed like hours just holding
each other. We were tired but we didn't want to sleep. There was so much I
wanted to say to him.

	"I love you Ryan. I never stopped," I said with all my heart. He
looked into my eyes while still laying on top of me. He had this gleam in
his eyes.

	"Well, from what I hear about you, you had every hot guy around and
fucked everyone of Janice's gay models," Ryan said to me with a smile, "and
a few that claimed to be straight as well." We laughed.

	"Hmm, not everyone, at least I don't think so," I said and laughed
again, "but I think I was just trying to forget you and all I ever did was
compare them to you. No one even got close."

	"I'm glad," he said then rolled off me. "Can I sleep with you
tonight?"

	"Oh so that's it, you just want to sleep in your old room," I joked
and reached into the drawer next to the bed for a towel and wiped the cum
from my chest and stomach then gave the towel to Ryan, who cleaned himself
then threw the towel on the floor.

	He rolled back on top of me and said to me very seriously, "I love
you Tad, and that is no joke." We kissed and held onto each other.

	"Move your things in here, Ryan. Let's just start where we left
off," I said softly.

	"Yeah, I'd like that."

	We kissed then held each other again and we fell asleep in each
other's arms. I was so happy that night. I still am.

	Funny, the next morning, Ryan and I expected everyone to be
surprised that we were back together.

	"Hey, guys, how ya doing? Bet you guys slept good last
night. There's coffee on the counter if you want some," Daniel said as Ryan
and I, still naked, walked hand in hand into the kitchen.

	"A...yeah," Ryan said. He looked at me and shrugged his
shoulders. Neither one of us could figure out why Daniel wasn't
surprised. He must have seen our puzzled looks.

	"Look, guys, if you think anyone is going to be shocked that you
two came out of that bedroom together, well think again. We knew this would
happen sooner or later. Now what do you want for breakfast? Do you two have
any work coming up, if not I will make us some pancakes."

	"No, I don't have anything until next week," Ryan said not
believing that he and Tad were that obvious.

	"Me neither, I think we're doing the same show," I said. God I was
so happy.

	"Yeah, that's right. Sure we'll have the pancakes."

	"Great," Daniel said.

	I put my arm around Ryan and we kissed just as Nick and Gerald
walked into the kitchen. It really felt good that we were all together
again in our usual state of undress like that. I really liked it, I feel so
comfortable.

	"Mornin'" Gerald said still asleep, "Is there coffee made yet?" he
asked.

	"There's coffee made every morning, Ger," Nick said.

	Neither Gerald nor Nick remarked about the kiss. Ryan and I looked
at each other. Were he and I the only ones who didn't expect us to get back
together?

	"Look, guys," I said to Gerald and Nick, "Ryan and I decided to get
back together last night."

	"Duh!!" Gerald and Nick said at the same time.

	"What we got for breakfast Dad?" Gerald asked his father.

	We all sat around the table as Daniel brought in our breakfast. I
looked at everyone. If I was the crying kind this is the time I would be
crying.  We were all here together again, like it should be. All that is,
expect Chase. He was still having major difficulties, emotionally. But we
had no doubt that he would come around, sooner or later, and things would
really be back to normal.

	I reached under the table and took Ryan's hand. I smiled, God I'm
so happy.

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

Epilogue

	Daniel stood at the patio door of their new house staring out
toward the pool. Yes, Gerald convinced Daniel to put in a pool in the
backyard, even though they had the world's largest "pool", the Pacific
Ocean, just steps from their house.

	Since, Daniel had no intentions of selling the old house, he
decided to knock down the fence separating the two properties to make it
one big complex consisting of the two houses. The new place was so large it
took up most of the property next door and virtually had no yard. But since
the old house was much smaller and had a large backyard, Daniel figured, by
knocking down the fence they would have this area as a private playground
that not only consisted of a pool, but also and in-ground Jacuzzi, and a
built-in barbeque and plenty more room to entertain.

	He watched as his son and Nick played in the pool. Since it was an
unseasonably warm November day, both boys swam naked in the privacy of the
yard. It looked so natural for them to do this. Chase, who was also in his
usual state of undress, was busy taking pictures of the two boys as they
splashed and dived into the water, playing their not so innocent game of
tag and grab.

	Chase turned toward the new house and saw his lover standing there
in the patio doorway with his arms folded in front of him and leaning his
shoulder against the frame of the door with his legs crossed as he gazed
out into the yard.

	"Fuck, he's so beautiful," Chase said to himself then began to take
pictures of his naked partner.

	At first Daniel didn't notice, but after Chase stood directly in
front of him with the camera pointed at his face, Daniel finally realized
what his lover was doing.

	He was over the insecurity of having his picture taken so he just
smiled and let him do what he does best.

	"You having fun?" Daniel asked sarcastically.

	"As a matter of fact I am," Chase said while taking more
pictures. He stopped, looked at his lover, then lowered his camera and
kissed his lips. He smiled and remembered the shy person his lover used to
be and how insecure he was about everything, especially his body. Sometimes
he missed the old Daniel, but was so proud and so in love with the strong
person he is now, but kept the person he used to be as a fond and loving
memory.

	"You're so fucking hot," Chase said, "How the hell I ever held back
for 8 months and not touch that body of your, I'll never know."

	"Well, we sure have been making up for it the past couple weeks,"
Daniel said with a laugh.

	"Is that a complaint?" Chase joked.

	"Fuck no baby," Daniel said then took Chase in his arms and kissed
him.

	"Hey you two, get a room," Ryan yelled as he and Tad walked into
the yard clutching their suitcases.

	"Great you guys are back," Gerald yelled as he and Nick got out of
the pool, grabbed towels and dried themselves and wrapped the towels around
their waists.

	"What's it like being in Paris for two weeks?" Nick asked the new
arrivals.

	"Well we were busy most of the time strutting the catwalks in our
underwear and didn't get to see too much of the city, but we're going back
at the end of summer," Tad explained.

	"Oh that's great," Daniel said.

	"Seems Jean Paul Gaultier liked us and thought we were cute cause
we were a couple and wants us back for his winter fashion show," Ryan said.

	"Wow, that's so cool," Chase said, "Wish I could take pictures of
that someday."

	"Well you just might. He's coming to Los Angeles after the holidays
for some kind of conference. He found out we know you and asked to meet
you," Ryan said.

	"He likes your work. He said he's a fan." Tad added.

	"Me? Wow," Chase said impressed that someone like the famous dress
designer, Jean Paul Gaultier, would want to meet him.  ,
	"He said he has both your photobooks and was very impressed with
Daniel and would definitely love to meet him, too," Tad said and they all
laughed. Daniel shook his head and smiled. He actually felt flattered
instead of embarrassed.

	"We could have a reception at the studio when he comes in. Speaking
of the studio, we all better get dressed. Tonight's the big night," Daniel
said changing the subject.

	"Yeah, we get to see the secret project," Gerald said. Daniel had
been working on something special that he wouldn't tell anyone in the
family. Its all been so hush, hush, and has peaked everyone's curiosity.

	"Yeah, and all of our friends will be there for the big unveiling,"
Daniel said, "so get dressed everyone."

	"Wait!" Ryan said, "we have an announcement to make." He looked at
Tad, took his hand, and smiled. Everyone stopped and looked at the handsome
couple.

	"Well, what is it," an impatient Gerald said.

	Ryan took a deep breath and began.

"Tad and I were sitting in this café in Paris one night, drinking French
Champagne," Ryan started, "and, well, the Eiffel Tower was in the
background and, hell, Tad looked so damn sexy and well..."

	"Oh christ, he proposed to me and I accepted," Tad said getting
impatient with Ryan's way of making the announcement.

	At first there was dead silence, then everyone gave out a big yell
of approval. Gerald jumped in Ryan's arms and wrapped his legs around him
and kissed him all over his face.

	"This is so great," Gerald said, then jumped down off of Ryan, and
bent down and pick up the towel that had fallen off him when he jumped in
his best friends arms. He threw the towel over his shoulder instead of
wrapping it around his waist again.

	"Who would have thought, huh?" Gerald said to Ryan who looked into
his eyes and knew exactly what he meant.

	"Yeah, two fucking street hustlers lives got turned around like
this, thanks to those two over there," Ryan said then took Gerald in his
arms and looked at Chase and Daniel. He and Gerald held each other
tight. Gerald's thoughts were of how great it was that Ryan had found
someone like Tad and they were going to get "married".

	Ryan on the other hand couldn't help but think of what life would
have been like if Gerald had died. He couldn't imagine a world without his
best buddy.

	Nick went up to Tad and gave him a hug, then kissed his lips. "This
is such good news Tad. I'm really happy that you got what you wanted."

	"Thanks Nick, we want you and Gerald to be our best men for the
ceremony," Tad said, "You guys are our best friends and its just natural
that you should be."

	Daniel and Chase gave Ryan and Tad a hug and congratulated them
both.

	"Have you two, picked a date yet?" Daniel asked.

	"No not yet, but it will have to be sometime next summer, after
these two turn 18," Ryan said of Nick and Gerald.

	"Now we have something else to look forward to when we turn 18,
right dad?" Gerald said smiling at Daniel. He was referring to Daniel's
promise that when he and Nick turn 18, Daniel and Chase would take them up
to their bedroom for "fun and games".

	"Hmm, I don't know about that Gerald. A lot has changed since
then," Daniel said.

	"You promised dad," Gerald said with a sly grin.

	"Well for one thing, I wasn't your father when I said that. So I
doubt you can hold me to that promise...Son," Daniel said.

	"Yeah, guys things have changed," Chase agreed, but without Daniel
seeing, he winked and smiled at Nick and Gerald. Gerald gave a big broad
smile and knew what that meant and thought it best to drop the subject for
now.

	Daniel stopped and looked around him, then looked at Tad and Ryan
and shouted out. "Oh fuck, oh fuck," Daniel said, while spinning around and
holding his hands to his forehead, "I have the greatest idea. Why didn't I
think of this before? Chase we have to talk."

	"What is it dad?"

	"We'll talk about it later, you and Nick go dress up and Ryan and
Tad, go change into something less comfortable," Daniel ordered. They all
went into the house to their respective rooms, while Daniel and Chase went
to the master suite. Chase shut and locked the bedroom door.

	"You had me all worked up standing there naked like that," Chase
said then, pushed his lover toward the bed and they fell onto it while
burying their tongues inside their mouths.

	"I want to taste you Daniel. I want your cum in my mouth and all
over my body. I want to drown in you," Chase said as he felt his lover cock
grow to full erection under him.

	"Anything you want babe. My body is yours to do with what pleases
you," Daniel replied. He looked at his lover, then pulled him down to him
and their lips met again. Chase was lost in his passion and began to move
down his lover's smooth, shaved body. He licked his chest letting his
saliva ooze from his mouth onto his nipple and spread it around with his
tongue.

	"Fuck," Daniel puffed, finding what his lover was doing to him
extremely erotic.

	Chase continued down to Daniel's 8 pack abs, but rubbed them with
his hand first.

	"You're body is so...so, unreal Daniel. It's like it is chiseled
work of art."

Daniel just puffed more and while Chase began to lick his abs, running his
tongue up and down over each muscled ridge.

He moved down to his trimmed pubes, inhaled deeply then licked up his
lover's shaft and slid his lips all the way down the rock hard cock.

	"Fuck, Chase, god," Daniel said. He was lost in lust again, lust he
missed for so many months while his lover sorted out his problems.

	"You're getting me real close," Daniel said and Chase began to pump
harder and faster until Daniel cried out.

	"I'm gonna cum, babe," he said as his shot his load down Chase's
waiting throat. "Fuck" he cried out again and another load exploded from
his cock. Chase's mouth was full of Daniel's cum, when Daniel stopped his
orgasm. Chase slid his lips from Daniel's shaft then moved up to his
lips. Daniel knew what he was doing and open his mouth while Chase slowly
snowballed his cum from this mouth into Daniel's.

	Daniel loved when they did this and swallowed all he
could. Meanwhile, this had excited Chase to a point where he was ready to
cum without anyone touching his very sensitive cock. He knelt next to
Daniel and began to beat off.

	"Cum in my mouth Chase," Daniel pleaded.

	"K," he puffed, "here it comes babe, open up."

	Daniel opened his mouth just as Chase let off his first shot of
spunk that landed square in the back of his throat. He swallowed it just as
Chase shot again but this time it missed his mouth and landed on his cheek
and nose. Daniel then clamped his lips around Chase's cock to make sure he
didn't miss anymore his lover elixir. Chase cummed two more times and
Daniel swallowed each one. Chase's body began to shiver from the sensitive
tip of his cock that Daniel still had in his mouth. He pulled it from
Daniel's mouth then lean back and smiled.

	"Fuck you're good," Chase said then leaned down and lick his cum
from Daniel's face then kissed his lips deep and hard.

	"You ain't have bad yourself, you sexy mother fucker," Daniel said
with a laugh as Chase collapsed on top of him. They laid there holding each
other, then Chase remember the reason they were up in the bed room.

	"We need to dress up," he said.

	"Yeah, but it feels so good just laying like this with you," Daniel
said.

	"There'll be many more days like this Daniel," Chase assured his
lover, "Now what was it that you wanted to discuss with me?"

	"Oh yeah," Daniel said as they went into the bathroom to shower,
where Daniel told Chase of his plan.

	After they showered and dressed, Chase and Daniel walked down the
wide staircase that led from the second floor to the main living area of
the new house. Gerald, Nick, Tad and Ryan were all there sitting and
talking when they noticed the couple walk into the living room.

	"Well its about time," Gerald said, "I bet you two were shagging up
there."

	"Ha! You can't here us fuck like you did in the old house," Chase
laughed.

	"You always knew we were listening," Ryan said with a laugh.

	"You made more noise beating off than we did up there fucking, it
was really a turn on, though. I'm going to miss it," Daniel said. They all
looked at each other and began to laugh.

	The laughter finally died down and Daniel went to the refrigerator
and got a bottle of Champagne and Chase got six of the new Champagne Flutes
they bought.

	"Champagne?" Gerald said. He remembered the first time he tasted
Champagne at Chelsea's studio, during Daniel and Chase's exhibits. He
remembered how much he liked it and how drunk he got too.

	"Yes, this is an occasion," Daniel said, "Ryan and Tad just
announced they were getting "married" and we just wanted to toast
them. That, and we have something to propose to them as well."

	"Huh? What's that?" Tad asked.

	"Champagne Toast first," Daniel said.

	Chase popped the cork and poured everyone a glass as they stood in
a circle in the living room.

	"To you Ryan and Tad," Daniel started, "You came here as strangers
only to become an important part of our lives. Congratulations on your
upcoming commitment ceremony. We're going to have one hell of a party,"
They raised their glasses and clinked them together and took a drink.

	"Now, there is something Chase and I want to ask you two," Daniel
said as everyone sat down in the living room.

	"What's that?" Tad asked.

	"Well, you two hot models will be flying to Paris, and Rome, and
Milan and points all over the world and we thought it might be nice for you
two to have a place of your own." The room went silent.

	"You're kicking us out?" Ryan asked, thinking that was Daniel and
Chase's proposal.

	"Dad you can't kick them out," Gerald protested.

	"Well we are," Chase said.

	"But only if they want to," Daniel added.

	"What do you mean?" Ryan asked.

	"Newlyweds need a place where they can have privacy. A place where
they can be alone or entertain friends, without family sticking their noses
in to their business, yet not being too far away that they can't walk next
door to be with their family when they want or need too."

	"What are you saying Daniel?" Tad asked.

	"Chase and I would like to give you the house next door as a
wedding present. We will pay to have the place remodeled anyway you want
to. You can upgrade or expand rooms and we will even pay for you to furnish
it. What do you say?"

	Tad and Ryan looked at each other.

	"Daniel that's your family home, we cant do that?" Ryan said.

	"You are my family now Ryan, you and Tad are part of us. We want
you to be happy, but we don't want you to move too far from us. What do you
guys say?"

	Ryan and Tad looked at each other and smiled.

	"What do you think Tad," Ryan asked his lover.

	"What the hell why not," Tad said and he and Ryan kissed. Everyone
gave out a cheer got up and hugged.

	"We'll get in touch with the architect who designed this house, to
see what kind of changes you want to make," Daniel said.

	"I know one thing I want," Tad said, "that's to open up the back of
the house so the yard and this house will always be visible to us."

	"Yeah, I like that idea," Ryan said.

	"Here, here," Daniel said as they all took another drink of
Champagne and toasted the couple again.

	A few hours later, Chase and Daniel, stood in the crowded gallery
of their new studio that separated the two artist's giant workspaces.

	The side of the gallery that lead to Chase's Studio, was filled
with Chase's pictures and the other side that lead to Daniel's Studio had
Daniel's sculptures displayed. In the center of the two galleries was
something new. It was a large piece covered in a black cloth so no one
could see it just yet. This was part of Daniel's surprise and he couldn't
wait for everyone to see it, especially Chase.

	He took a deep breath and watched as the people milled about
talking and laughing and coming up to him to congratulate him for whatever
they were about to see. Daniel kept it a secret from everyone, except for a
few of his helpers who set this up without anyone seeing them.

	Chase came up to his lover just as Michael and Charlie approached
them.

	"Well, what you got to show us," Charlie asked Chase.

	"Beats the fuck out of me," Chase said, "Daniel sure knows how to
keep a secret, that's for sure."

	"I'm sure whatever is under that shroud, it will be spectacular,"
Michael said then leaned in and kissed Daniel and then Chase. Charlie took
Daniel in his arms and whispered in his ear.

	"He looks great, Daniel."

	"Yeah, he's really trying hard now, beside the sex has been
fantastic," Daniel whispered and he and Charlie laughed hard.

	"What you two laughing at," Chase said as he put his arm around his
partner's waist.

	"Oh I was just telling Charlie what a great fuck you are," Daniel
laughed.

	"Well Charlie knows all about that," Chase said with a huge grin.

	The four of them continued to laugh as Daniel thought of how
important Michael and Charlie were to their family.

	He thought merely to say thank you to Michael was never enough for
what he did, but Michael didn't want anything at all. He was just glad that
Gerald and Chase came out of their ordeal and were able to live life as it
should be.

	Daniel also remembered what Charlie was like when they had the
confrontation at Scotties Restaurant. "Who would have thought then, that
Charlie would become both our best friend?"

	"Daniel, everything is ready," one of Daniel's assistance said.

	"Thanks Daryl. Ok everyone; it's Show Time," Daniel said then took
Chase's hand and walked out in front of the crowd and then stood next to
the shrouded piece in the gallery.

	Daniel looked out at the people in the people in front of him. He
marveled that everyone, with the exception of very few photographers for
various magazines, were their friends. A year ago, he would never have
thought it possible for him to have a room full of friends, but there they
all were.

	Marty and Butch, who they hadn't seen in ages, were in the back of
the room. All of Chase's surf bud's were there, cheering Chase and him
on. Clark and Tommy milled about talking with everyone in the room,
promoting their new line of men's and woman's wear.

	Eduardo, who was now a full time nursing student, thanks to a
scholarship Michael set up for him, had just arrived from the hospital
still in his scrubs. He came with his new boyfriend who was a resident
doctor at the hospital he trained in, who also had an uncanny resemblance
to Michael.

	Jason, Rusty, PJ, and Juan, who had become permanent fixtures
around their house, were there along with several other of the models from
Janice's agency. Even Janice was there, with a mysterious handsome man, she
introduced to everyone.

	In the foreground were Tad, Ryan, Michael and Charlie, who of
course were family and not just friends. Next to them were Chelsea and
Noah, holding baby Henrietta. Devin and Shelby, holding Devin junior, were
there too.

	Cole showed up with his former boyfriend, Paul. They started dating
again just recently and were trying to make another go of it. Daniel was
happy that Cole had Paul in his life again. Cole was too nice a guy to
spend his life hunting for Mr. Right. Hopefully he has better luck with
Paul than he had with Andreas.

	Donnie was there with Judy, who was six months pregnant. Nick
couldn't get over he was going to be an uncle. He told his brother and
sister-in-law, no matter if it's a boy or a girl, he was going to show them
how to throw a football.

	Several people from Gerald and Nick's school were there including
Dave Mason with his wife. Brian Sanderson, the teacher from the
Gay-Straight Alliance was there with his partner of ten years. He came Out
to his fellow teachers and his students a few months back, to no one's
surprise.

	Jenny was there with none other than Bradley. They were an item
that the whole school was talking about. Jenny still couldn't make up her
mind if she was straight or a lesbian. She was definitely in her straight
stage with Bradley, who found it pretty enticing that the girl he was
dating used to have sex with other girls. He told her he wanted to watch
someday. Jenny agreed only if she could watch him have sex with a guy. So
far, the subject hasn't been brought up again.

	Clarence was standing next to the couple with his new boyfriend, a
kid he met when Jenny, Bradley, Nick and Gerald, too him to Teen night at
Rage. They were dating for two weeks, now. That's a commitment for some
teenagers.

	Then there was his son who was standing next to Nick holding his
hand. Gerald looked at his dad with this big proud "that's my old man up
there," smile on his face. While Daniel grinned thinking, "That cute kid
there is my son. Who would have thought I would be a dad."

	Nick put his arm around Gerald's shoulders and pulled him toward
him. Gerald rested his head on Nick's shoulder while staring at his dad and
Chase. Nick kissed Gerald on the top of his head. He hardly thought of The
Incident anymore. He was just glad this boy he loved so much had come out
of the ordeal good as new.

	"Ok, I can see everyone has a glass of Champagne," Daniel shouted
after he saw his assistants fill up the last glass of the sparkling
wine. Everyone began to shush until the room quieted down. All eyes were on
Daniel. Daniel thought that just a few months ago he would have freaked out
being in a room with all those people staring at him waiting for him to
speak, but now, it didn't faze him at all. He was with friends.

	"Before I reveal what is under this black drape, I have a surprise
for my partner here," Daniel began.

	"Huh? What the hell you doing?" Chase said with an embarrassed
grin.

	"A toast to my partner, Chase Bell for his 21st birthday that he
missed because he was ill. Happy Birthday Chase, old man," Daniel and
everyone in the room yelled Happy Birthday and took a drink of their
Champagne.

	Daniel then snapped his fingers toward the entrance to his studio,
and all the lights went out and Daniel's assistances rolled out a huge
birthday cake with 21 candles burning on it. With Daniel in the lead,
everyone began to sing the Happy Birthday Song to his lover. Chase was
overwhelmed and hugged his partner.

	"I'll get even with you for this," Chase joked.

	"Yeah, I'll wrestle you about it tonight," Daniel said with a
seductive grin, just as the last verse of the song completed and the room
gave out a big cheer.

	"Make a wish and blow out the candles old man," Daniel said, "you
are officially an adult now." Everyone laughed as Chase closed his eyes,
made a wish, took a deep breath, leaned over the cake and blew out all the
candles in one breath. Everyone cheered as the lights went back on.

	"He's really is good at blowing," Daniel joked to the delight of
the crowd who laughed and cheered. Chase was red as a beet, but managed to
call out.

	"Yeah, you better believe I am," Chase said and everyone continued
to laugh.

	Daniel hugged his partner, "What did you wish?" he whispered in
Chase's ear.

	Chase looked at Daniel, "That everything would stay like this."
Daniel smiled and kissed his lover hard on the lips, not caring they were
in front of so many people.

	The assistance moved the big cake out of the way and began to cut
it into slices to serve to the guests. Daniel continued his speech with his
arm around Chase's waist.

	"Chase, I didn't give you a 21st birthday present last May,
because... well because it wasn't ready yet. So..." Daniel said to Chase
and took his hand, then walked over to where a cord was hanging from a
pulley on the ceiling "Chase, my love, I give you ... The Naked Surfer."

	Daniel pulled the cord and the black shroud fell to the floor
revealing Daniel's life size bronze statue of Chase in the nude, crouching
down, surfing in the curl of a large wave.

	Cameras flashed as the room went wild with cheers and Chase was
overwhelmed. He looked at the statue, then looked at his lover. He grinned,
then looked back at the statue of his likeness, again.

	"This Naked Surfer has a hard-on," Chase laughed as he stared at
the bronze likeness of himself surfing with an erection.

	"I wanted everyone to see what I get to see," Daniel laughed. He
had decided a long time ago to make the statue with Chase excited. After
all, it wasn't for sale, it was just to be on display at the
gallery. "Besides, I've seen you surf naked with a hard on before." Daniel
added with a laugh.

	Chase smiled, then took Daniel in his arms and kissed him on the
lips as the crowd once more gave out a loud cheer. All the horror of
growing up with his dad's constant beatings, all the terror of the Incident
was all behind him. Now it was time for he and Daniel to live their lives
as it was meant to be.

	And Daniel had most of his insecurities behind him now. He wasn't
afraid to stand up for what was right, and he wasn't insecure about his
body and looks anymore. Andreas Muller was dead and there was no immediate
threat to his lover or his son. He was the confident and capable head of a
group of people he called his family.

	Gerald couldn't contain himself anymore and ran to his dad and
Chase and put his arms around them. Gerald was safe now, and had a home,
and a dad, and a big bro, and "the best damn boyfriend a guy could ever
want." He put out of his memory his miserable childhood with his sister and
perverted brother in law. The times living on the streets and being held
captive by Andreas were also put in a special part of him memory that he
would bring out when he allowed it to. He was happy, happier than he ever
was in his young life. He had a family, a real family.

	The crowd was still cheering and neither Gerald, Chase, nor Daniel
said a word. They knew what they were thinking, and that felt good.  Were
things perfect? Not by a long shot; they still had issued to be resolved,
but they felt warm and safe, and they felt loved. They had each other. What
else could anyone ask for?

The End...