Date: Mon, 27 Feb 2012 09:47:03 -0800 (PST)
From: Bono Torros <bonotorros@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sleepy Days, Come No More_Chapter 20

Sleepy Days, Come No More

Chapter 20

I turned to find a middle aged woman. She was short and petite woman, of
about 5 foot and 1 inch. She wore her dark, brown hair in a short bob. She
had on a pair of dark gray slacks and a light gray shirt with a matching
sweater, which was accessorized with a cameo brooch. There were a pair of
glasses resting against her chest that hanged from her neck by a chain.

She walked over to me and extended her hand, "I am Dr. Camille Berger,
Mr. Greene I presume." She said with a smile.

"Yes, Dr. Berger, but you may call me Steven." I said.

She directed me to a seat and she sat in a chair next to me, which was
positioned at an angle. She picked up a note pad from a table and put her
glasses on. She briefly reviewed a few pages from her pad, and then sat it
aside and removed her glasses.

"Well, as you probably know, I have received your records from the clinic,
per your consent, and have been reviewing them, particularly Dr. Meltzer's
evaluations." She said.

"Yes. I expected that." I said.

"We will continue with the therapy plan developed by you and Dr. Meltzer
and revise it as needed." She said.

"That sounds good." I said.

"Usually, I like to have the first session earlier in the week, but I
always like to begin with an ice breaker of sorts, just so we can get
comfortable with one another, I find that it helps, and Friday seems like a
perfect day for a casual session." She said.

"Casual, in what regard?" I inquired.

"I thought I could just get a feel for your general personality, aside from
any clinical information, and you could ask me things pertaining to my
training, my experience and so on." She explained.

"Alright." I agreed.

We spent the remainder of the session talking about general things. I told
her about my favorite music, how I like my eggs, about my pet peeves, among
other random things. She told me about her education, her experience as a
clinician, and about what led her to psychology. At the close of the
session, we confirmed our next appointment and she escorted me to the
waiting room. We shook hands and then parted ways.

I had missed the next bus so I decided to take a taxi home. When I arrived
I found Blake sitting on the sofa.

"Hey, Mr. Mitchell." I said as I put down my keys and case and headed
toward the sofa.

"Hey, baby. How was your day?" He asked.

"Fine, I met with my new therapist." I said.

"How did it go?" He inquired.

"It was okay, very casual. We will start working on some things next
session. Today we just, sort of broke the ice." I explained.

"That sounds good." He said.

"How was your day?" I asked.

"I spent it with Theresa. We had a late breakfast at that French bistro on
29th street. Then we went to the history museum and attended a presentation
on Mayan culture, and we played some of the interactive computers games
they have. Then we stopped at a coffee shop and walked around and talked."
He explained.

"So you guys had a good time?" I asked.

"Yeah." He said.

"What about Caleb?" I inquired.

"Today is the Islamic Sabbath. So he went to mosque and is spending the day
reading the Quran." He informed.

"Oh. Well, what's on for tonight?" I asked.

"I got tickets to Monarch." He said.

"The play?" I asked.

"Yeah, you wanted to go right?" He asked.

"Yeah, but the tickets are so expensive. How can you afford all of this? I
mean that dinner last night and now these tickets." I inquired.

"I have a trust fund." He said.

"Well, I guess I should expected as much, after meeting your family." I
said.

"My grandfather set up a trust fund for all of his grandchildren, Theresa
has one too." He said.

"So, what you get an allowance from it or something?"

"Well, my father is the custodian. When I turned 18 I started receiving a
monthly allowance, then when I turned 25 I received a percentage of the
trust's value, and when I turn 30 I will receive another bulk piece of the
trust, and finally on my 35th birthday the trust will be surrendered to me
completely." He explained.

"Is it just money?" I inquired.

"There are some stocks and bonds, jewelry, and a couple pieces of
property." He said.

"So, what are you doing with the money? I asked.

"My father has invested some of it for me, some is in a money market
account and in a money market fund, the rest is in bonds and in the bank,
and I donate a percentage of the accrued interest." He said casually.

"I don't really understand what that means but okay." I said.

"The play starts at 6:30 so we should start getting ready." He instructed.

"Oh, I was thinking that we could have a little party Sunday." I said.

"Want kind of party?" He asked.

"I want to do an eastern theme. You know to make Caleb feel welcome and
because I think it would be cool, I looked up some recipes at work and I
thought I could buy Arabic music and some throw pillows, it would be
cool. And it would be a nice send off for Theresa and Caleb." I said.

"That sounds like a lot of work." He said.

"No, it will be fine. I can go to the international market tomorrow and go
to the mall and get the pillows and the music." I said.

"Okay." He said.

"I want to borrow your car." I said.

"Okay." He said.

"Great." I replied with excitement.

We showered and dressed and then picked Theresa up at Blake's. The play was
terrific. After, we went to Roberto's for dinner and then dropped Theresa
off, and went back to my place.

Once we entered the apartment we went to the bedroom and got undressed. I
went and completed my night time hygiene and Blake went about his
exercises. I got into bed and started a cross word puzzle, while he
continued with his routine.

Blake went to the bathroom after he was finished and then stripped out of
the remainder of his clothes and got in bed.

"What is an eleven letter word for democracy?" I asked.

"Commonwealth." He said.

"Tried, it is twelve." I said.

"Equalitarianism." He suggested.

"Is there an i after the r?" I asked.

"Yeah. That's too long." He said.

"Fifteen." I confirmed.

"Egalitarian." He said with conviction.

"Okay, egalitarianism?" I asked.

"Yes." He said.

"That works. Thanks babe." I said.

"Well, my education has finally proven useful." He said with a laugh.

"It is good to have a smart stud like you around." I said with a smile.

"Is that a fact?" He asked.

"That is a fact, your body caught my attention, but your mind has kept it."
I said flirtatiously.

"Oh, really?" He said with a grin.

"Yes, you are my sexy hero, had you not been here I may have never
completed that crossword puzzle." I said.

"So, is there some type of reward for my heroics?" He asked mischievously.

"I guess there could be. What do you have in mind?" I asked.

"I don't know, what do you think?" He asked and then bit his lip.

"Well, after all of that exercising, you probably need to relax." I said.

"I don't know, but you are a medical professional." He said.

"I want you to lie on your back and try to relax." I said.

He lay on his back and I took a bottle of lube from my nightstand. I moved
over to him and crawled between his legs. I looked down at him and ran my
fingers across his abdomen. He smiled and his hardening cock twitched.

I bent down and kissed his along his stomach and probed his navel with my
tongue. I continued to kiss and lick my way down into his crotch. I kissed
around his cock, brushing across it with my face as I did. Then I wrapped
my fingers around it and gave it a few strokes. He moaned softly.

Next, I licked his now stiff cock, from the base to the tip until I had
moistened the whole of it. Then, I focused on the head, licking it in
circular motions and stabbing at his piss slit with my tongue. Then, I took
the head in my mouth and sucked it.

Blake writhed slightly. I opened my mouth and took more and more of him,
until I had nearly reached the base. He moaned as I started to bob up and
down on his member, slowly. It was so hard, yet so smooth and soft. I
continued to work on his cock, increasing the speed and pressure with
time. Eventually, Blake took hold of my head and began thrusting into my
eager mouth.

I freed myself from his grip and let him slip from my grasp. Then, I took
each of his large balls in my mouth, one at a time and thoroughly sucked
them. Next, I pushed his muscular legs toward his chest, and began to lick
from his sack, over his perineum, to his hole. First, I licked around his
entry, and he moaned. I continued until I had moistened the entire
perimeter.

Then, I invaded him with my wet tongue. He tasted so good, tangy and
tart. I hungrily devoured his hole, plunging my tongue as deep in him as I
could. My face was literally pressed against his flesh, desperately trying
to consume him. I had become dizzied by desire. He squirmed and moaned at
the attention.

I continued with my course, though my tongue had numbed with
exertion. Then, I felt a force pulling at me, ripping me from the task. It
was Blake, "Come here baby." He commanded through erratic breath.

He held my arm with one hand and lubed his leaking cock with the other. I
was still adjusting to the sudden cessation of my activity. Blake looked
over at me intently, "Come on." He exclaimed as he pulled me atop him.

I squatted down over him and slowly perforated myself with his cock. I sat
there, with him buried in me, for a moment, while I acclimated to the
discomfort. I let open my mouth and filled and emptied my lungs, then I
started to rise up and collapse down on to him. Once, I found the right
tempo, I closed my eyes and allowed myself to enjoy.

It felt so good having Blake inside of me and since I was in control, I
continued to work that special area. It was so strange; I was literally
fucking myself with his cock. The more pleasure filled me, the more eager I
became. I began to increase the speed, until I was thrashing atop him with
absolute abandon.

My breath was becoming more sporadic and Blake's moans were getting louder
and coming more frequently. I was furiously working him and he started to
drive up into me. Before I knew it he had sat up, causing me to wobble
slightly. I opened my eyes to find his forehead inches from my face. He
wrapped his arms around my back and I continued with my course.

Blake tightened his grip and proceeded to lift me and turned me on to my
back, while never disrupting his penetration. He began to pull out and
thrust in, at a frenzied pace. As he did this, he caused a constant flow of
electricity to surge through my body. I was nearing the peak of
pleasure. "Faster!" I ordered.

My body began to tense and I clenched tightly around him as my product shot
against his abdomen and splattered on to my chest. This seemed only to
motivate Blake to increase his pace. He was going so fast and hard that he
was shaking the bed beneath us. Finally, he let out a loud throaty scream
and commenced his release.

He collapsed upon me. I lay there saturated with him, trying to gain
control of my breath. We lay motionless in a heap of sweet and cum, both
hot and exhausted. With time my pulse slowed and my breath became steady. I
opened my eyes and looked over at Blake, who had his head on my shoulder. I
reached down and managed to pull the sheets over our bare bodies.

After a while Blake began to stir. He rose up on his arms, causing his hair
to brush across my face. He looked down at me and smiled.

"Was that a sufficient reward Mr. Mitchell?" I asked sweetly.

He laughed softly, "I think it was baby." He said.

"I think I will ask your sister to stay a few more days." I said.

"Why?" He inquired.

"Well, you have been in my bed at night, this is the second time today that
we made love, hell she may be the best solution to our problems." I said
with a smile.

"I love you baby." He said and leaned down and kissed my lips.

"Do you really?" I asked playfully.

"You know I do, you're my baby." He said sincerely.

"Am I?" I asked.

"Yes, you know you are." He said.

"Then, when are you coming back to me?" I asked.

He kissed me again, "I have to use the bathroom." He announced as he pulled
out of me and made his way toward the door.

I took a few breaths and lay there for a moment, and then I climbed to my
feet and went to the bathroom to wash up. Apparently Blake had the same
idea because he had already begun cleaning the cum from his skin.

After we finished washing up we went back to our room and climbed into
bed. He turned off his lamp and lay flat on his back. I lay on my side,
looking at him, "So, what is planned for tomorrow?" I asked.

"Caleb and I are going for a hike in the morning and he scored a couple
tickets to the game." He explained.

"Well, what about Theresa and I?" I inquired.

"Theresa claimed you as her own." He said.

"Oh, really?" I asked.

"Yes. She had no interest in going for a hike or going to the game, so she
said that you and she would spend the day together. I think she wants to go
to the zoo and attend a lecture at Mortimer." He informed.

"That sounds better than the hike, good." I said. I moved over and gave him
a kiss goodnight and turned off my lamp and settled into my regular
position.

The next morning Blake left early for his hike with Caleb. When I woke up I
showered and had breakfast. Theresa called to let me know when she would be
over. I surfed the internet for a while and then got dressed.

Theresa arrived around 10 am and we headed over to the zoo. Blake left his
car for us, so I drove. We stayed at the zoo until 3 pm. We walked for
hours, stopping to observe the animals and we checked out a couple of
exhibits. We talked about her school and my job, about our future plans and
a few past regrets. It was very nice.

We had burgers from one of the vendors, finally something that I could
afford. After the zoo, we went to the lecture. The speaker talked about the
importance of spirituality in modern society. It was an intriguing
presentation, which ended with an exciting group discussion. I really
enjoyed it.

After the lecture we went to a coffee shop. Once we received our orders we
sat so we could talk.

"Steven, we have talked about everything but you and Blake." Theresa said.

I smiled, "What is that you want to know?" I asked.

"It is obvious that you two love each other," she paused, "but there seems
to be some slight tension." She said.

"Why would you think that?" I asked.

"It is just a feeling; call it intuition or just knowing my brother." She
explained.

"Theresa, I love your brother very much and I believe that he loves me just
as much, every relationship has it's issues, but I want to be with Blake."
I said.

"So you two are having some problems?" She inquired.

"I did not say that, I said that every relationship has it's issues, I'm
sure that Caleb and you are no exception." I said.

"This is true, but you still have not clarified the issues that are
causing," she paused, "possible problems between you and my brother." She
said.

"Theresa, I understand that you love your brother and I appreciate that,
but since Blake is your brother and you two are so close, I wonder why you
have not taken these concerns, rather real or imagined, to him." I said.

She smiled, "I have, yesterday, ironically enough, at a coffee shop." She
said with a laugh.

"And what did he say?" I inquired.

"Blake said that you two loved each other very much, and that everything
was as it should be." She informed.

"Then why are you asking me a question that has already been asked and
answered?" I inquired.

"Because the answer I received was unsatisfactory, there is obviously
something ajar." She said.

"Well, if it is, I would encourage you to leave the matter to Blake and I."
I said with a smile.

"Point taken, but you can't blame me for trying." She said.

"Yes, I could, but I won't." I said playfully.

"I really like you Steven, and I like you and Blake together," she paused,
"my curiosity got the better of me." She confessed.

"I understand. Now, let us discuss you and Caleb." I said.

"Alright." She said.

"How serious are you two?" I inquired.

"We have been dating exclusively for almost eighteen months. I love him and
he loves me." She said.

"So, how does the difference in religion and culture affect your
situation?" I asked.

"Our situation?" She inquired.

"Yes. I mean as far as gender expectations especially if you were to
marry." I explained.

"I love Caleb, but the prospect of marriage is far removed from the
conversation. I mean we are compatible on many levels, but I am not putting
on a burqa or submitting myself to him." She clarified.

"I was under the impression that devout Muslims only date with the
intention of marriage." I said.

"Caleb is not a completely devout Muslim, he goes to mosque and he worships
five times a day, facing Mecca, but there are still some things that he
participates in that would not be considered appropriate by some Islamic
purists." She explained. "I mean going out to night clubs, seeing certain
types of movies, even associating with you and Blake." She said.

"Well, I figured that homosexuality would not be, a, um, accepted practice
among Muslims, or most religions for that matter." I said.

"There is this system called Sharia law, it is derived from the Quran and
the Sunnah." She informed.

"I know about the Quran, but the Sunnah?" I inquired.

"The Sunnah is a type of life guide based on the teachings and rituals of
the Prophet Muhammad. So, the Sharia laws are derived from the Sunnah and
the Quran, they address everything from morality to hygiene, including
sexuality, and it is explicitly denounces homosexual acts. The punishment
varies from country to country, some use imprisonment and/or physical
punishment, while others use execution. So, Caleb is really going against
his religion by befriending practicing homosexuals." She explained.

"Well, so many murders masquerading as purveyors of God's will, as if the
all mighty would need their help." I said sarcastically.

"Yeah, people will use any reason to justify hatred and cruelty." She said.

Once we finished our drinks we headed over to the mall so I could pick up a
few things for the party. I told Theresa what I had planned to do and she
volunteered to help. After we left the mall we went to the international
market to buy groceries.

I thought it would be a good idea to prep the food: marinade the meat, chop
and measure the ingredients, and so forth. It became a bit more work than I
had anticipated so I asked Marie to come over and help.

We all chopped, boiled, and measured. It was actually pretty fun. I loved
to cook and we were all telling stories and joking around. When we had
finished the prep work, I decided that we should make the deserts tonight,
just one less thing to worry about the next day.

After we made the kheer and almond ice cream, we slid the basbosah cake and
vanilla muffins in the oven. Then we ordered pizza and watched a
movie. Blake came home around midnight and Marie left around 1 am. Blake
and I walked Theresa to his place and then went back home and got in bed.

"How was the game?" I asked.

"It was great, went into overtime." He said with a smile.

"Good." I said.

"So, the party is shaping up, huh?" He inquired.

"Yes. Most of the food is all set up; just have to slide it in the oven." I
said.

"Who is coming?" He asked.

"Lena, David, Marie, Thomas, Rico, Vanessa, Tim and John." I thought for a
moment. "And Vanessa is bringing her sister and nephew." I explained.

"Tim and John are coming, that should be fun, hope you got plenty of
liquor." He said with a laugh.

"No. Just tea, milk, and Arabic coffee." I said.

"I guess we will be able to see how likeable John is sober." He said.

"I'm sure he is delightful." I replied.

"How did it go with Theresa?" He asked.

"Great. Um, she feels that there is something wrong between us." I
informed.

"What did you say?" He asked.

"I told her that every couple has their issues, though I never admitted
that we were having any problems, and then I advised her to speak to you
about her concerns." I explained.

"She did ask me, I told her that I love you and that we were having a minor
situation." He said.

"Is it minor?" I asked.

"Sometimes it feels minor, sometimes it feels enormous." He confessed.

We lay there in silence for a while and then kissed goodnight and went to
sleep.

The next day was spent preparing for the party. Cooking and setting
up. Everyone had arrived by 5:30 pm. We introduced all the guests. Caleb
said a traditional Muslim blessing and then we proceeded with the
meal. There was chicken tandoori, beef kefta, stuffed peppers, aloo vadae,
chicken korma, mutton haleem, rice, corn, and fresh flat bread. For desert
there was kheer, vanilla muffins, almond ice cream, and basbosah cake. We
also had tea and Arabic coffee.

 After we ate, we talked and played games. Caleb even taught us a
traditional Arabic dance. We danced and laughed for hours. Then people
started to leave around 9:30 pm. First, Rico, Vanessa, her sister, Evelyn
and her nephew Marco. Next, it was Lena and David, and then Tim and John.

The rest of us put away food, washed dishes, and reordered the
furniture. Then we sat around and talked for a while, and then Marie and
Thomas left.

"So, how was it?" I asked Caleb as we all sat in the living room.

"It was great. The food, the music, it was like home." Caleb said.

"Yeah, baby, it was really impressive." Blake confirmed.

"Though the biggest feat was getting Princess Theresa to actually cook."
Caleb said with a laugh.

"I know how to make excellent reservations, and by the looks of it you have
not suffered any." Theresa retorted.

"Low blow counselor." Caleb said with a smile.

"Well, I am just glad you guys liked it. Um, it was fun." I said.

"Have you packed?" Blake asked.

"Yes, everything is all ready." Theresa informed.

"But we should probably head out, rest up." Caleb admitted.

"Well, it is has been a pleasure." I said.

We all stood and hugged and kissed. Apparently kissing on the cheek is a
common occurrence between men in the Middle East. After they left Blake and
I sat on the sofa.

"How do you feel stud?" I asked.

"I feel good baby." He said.

"How are your feet? Do they still ache?" I inquired.

"A little." He said.

"Well, why don't you rest them on my lap and let me work my magic." I
suggested.

"You must really love me baby." He said as laid his feet on my lap.

"You know that I love every part of you, and you have beautiful feet." I
said with a smile.

I proceeded to massage each of his socked feet. I worked them from the
heel, to the arch, to the ball to the toes. Blake lay on his back with his
head on the armrest and his eyes closed. From time to time he would moan
with pleasure.

After I had thoroughly attended each, I went to the bathroom and gathered a
bottle of lotion. I returned and had him place his feet back in my lap, and
then I peeled off his white tube socks and proceeded to moisturize them.

The cool lotion caused a reaction from us both. It was a nice feeling
rubbing lotion into his feet. I loved the look of enjoyment on his face as
I squeezed and pulled at his flesh. Once I had completed the task, I bent
over and took his big toe between my teeth. He gasped softly and opened his
eyes.

"Come on Mr. Mitchell, let's go to bed." I instructed.

We both went to the bedroom and began to undress. I was hanging my clothes
in the closet, when I saw Blake watching me from the corner of my eye. I
smiled and continued to put away my clothes. I walked over to the chest of
drawers and removed a pair of pajama pants. As I was putting them on, a now
naked Blake stepped in behind me and wrapped his arms around my chest.

"Why are you wearing those? You never used them before." He said.

"I have several sets of pajamas Mr. Mitchell, before our sleepovers I
actually used to wear them occasionally." I said with a smile.

"Take them off baby." He said as he took my ear lope in his mouth.

"Well, baby, it can get awfully cold at night and lately I have had to find
a way to keep warm." I said softly.

"Take them off baby; I will keep you warm tonight." He whispered.

"Will you really?" I asked.

"Yeah." He said.

"Okay. Well, let me go and I will take them off." I said.

He released me from his grasp and I pushed them down and stepped out of
them. He took my hand and led me over to the bed. He sat down on the bed
and examined me with his eyes. He smiled as he gazed at my body. It was not
a broad smile or one that displayed any type of exuberance; it was a smile
of appreciation, an acknowledgement of something familiar.

He reached out his hand and brushed it across my chest and down my
abdomen. He encircled my waist and looked up into my eyes. There was such
tenderness there, but there was also an acute sadness.

"Take these off baby." He instructed as he pushed his fingers between my
bare skin and the waist band of my underwear.

I pushed the underwear from my waist and let them slid down my thighs and
legs to my ankles, and then I stepped out of them. Blake took my arm and
pulled me closer. Then he turned me around so my back was to him. He
caressed the small of my back down to my crack.  He leaned forward and
rested his head on the curve of my ass.

We stayed like that for a moment, and then he lay on his back and pulled me
into bed with him. He held me in his arms briefly and then turned me on my
back.

He studied my naked body with his eyes, occasionally running a finger about
my bare skin. He touched each mark and scar and recited the story of how I
had gotten them. He took my left arm in his hand, "This is new. When did
you get this one?" He asked.

"I cut myself in a ceramics class at the clinic." I explained.

"Oh." He said.

"So, you memorized every one of my war wounds?" I asked with a smile.

"Yeah. I thought I knew everything about you, before you left." He said in
a low voice.

"You did, you do." I paused. "I am not a compilation of experiences. I am
Steven and you know me better than anyone else. You know my heart, right."
I said.

"Do I?" He asked.

"Don't be cruel, even if I deserve it." I said while running my finger
across his brow. "One day you will forgive me." I contended.

We talked for a while longer. I agreed to take Theresa and Caleb to the
airport the next morning. Then we went to bed, though I held him this time.



******************************************************************************Acknowledgement:

Throughout history people who did not meet the current social standard of
acceptable behavior, have been ostracized and oppressed in many different
ways, ranging from minor to severe. Homosexuals have long been victimized
by this unfortunate tradition. More recently, in certain countries, there
have been many strides that have dramatically improved the lives of the
LGBT community.

However, there are still places where people must conceal who they are out
of fear of imprisonment, destitution or even death. So, while there is
still much work to be done, before things can be considered equal, I would
like to take the time to appreciate the freedoms that are afforded for me,
and acknowledge those who are not as lucky.

I would like to dedicate this chapter to a very kind and intelligent young
man, who I have the honor of calling friend. Oscar, you have my love and
very best wishes, I only hope I could offer you more.



******************************************************************************Appreciation:

I cannot believe we have made it to 20; I could not have done it without
all of the support and encouragement, from all the readers. Special thanks
to Oscar, Arch, Clayton, Jake, Ed, Khalid, Gary, Vern, Fred, Joseph, Lou,
Bill, Raziya, Tom, JT and Mikal.

Sincerest thanks to Nifty and all of the wonderful participants who make
this site possible, from the generous donors to the archivists and
administrators, you all are truly appreciated.


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