Date: Mon, 13 Aug 2012 07:24:33 -0700 (PDT)
From: Dj Montgomery <djmontgomery99@yahoo.com>
Subject: "The Gift," Part 5

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				"The Gift,"
				  Part 5

     I awoke early, not needing the alarm clock to remind me of my morning
class.  I turned over to a beautiful sight lying in the bed next to me.  A
broad, muscular back spread out across one side of my queen-sized bed, and
it rose and fell as its owner continued to pull in strong breaths while he
slept.  The creamy white cheeks of his bubble butt moved ever so slightly,
along with the muscular quads and calves, in time with the rhythmic heaving
of the chest.  Strong tanned arms, complete with massive yet relaxed biceps
and triceps, clung to the pillow which held his head.  His face was toward
me, but his eyes were closed and the angelic look of a sleeping baby rested
across his face.

     This picture of Anthony could only have been more perfect if he had
been sleeping on his back, with his pecs, abs, and veiny cock in view.  He
had decided to stay the night when I had told him I'd make breakfast and
give him a ride to class.  He had asked me if we were going to have
sausages for breakfast; I told him that I didn't think so, but it would
depend on how early we got up.  I think all he was interested in getting up
was his sausage, and I wouldn't mind him feeding it to me at all.

     I put on a pot of French Roast coffee, then decided to take my shower
while he was still asleep.  I hadn't been in there thirty seconds when
Anthony came bounding into the bathroom and climbed in the shower with me.

     "You shouldn't have started without me!"  He seemed a little
irritated, like I had taken something from him, but his attitude cleared up
quickly as he grabbed the soap and asked if he should begin washing my
front or back first.

     "You decide.  Surprise me."

     As soon as those words were out of my mouth, and I saw the wicked grin
on his face, I realized I might have given him license to go farther than
before.  Was I willing to surrender my virginity to this man, right here,
right now?  I still wasn't sure.  I guess that decision might be made by
someone besides me.

     He decided to lather my face and neck first, and after rinsing, worked
his way down to my feet, carefully avoiding my cock and balls.  Then he
turned me around and massaged my arms and shoulders with soap, followed by
a thorough scrubbing of my back.  He massaged and washed my asscheeks, and
then down my legs to my feet.  On his way back up, he stopped and spent a
good amount of time washing the valley between my mounds.  Then he reached
around and gave my man meat a good cleaning, along with my nut sack, all
while nuzzling my neck.  He and I both seemed to like what he was doing, as
we had both sprouted stiff erections during the shower.

     Lastly, he shampooed my hair from behind, running his hands through my
short auburn hair until long after it was clean.  After rinsing, he applied
conditioner, and again ran his fingers along my scalp and through my hair.

     When he had finished my hair, he squatted down behind me and proceeded
to eat out my ass.  His tongue went so many directions, I half expected for
him to get it tied into knots.  Up and down my crack, back and forth across
my puckered hole.  He dug his fingers into the side of my cheeks, and
pulled them apart to gain greater access to my entryway.  I had long since
leaned up against the wall of the shower; I couldn't support my weight on
my weakening knees, so I leaned towards the showerhead to anchor myself.
Anthony continued to feast at my hole, occasionally getting a rivulet of
water running down my back and into his mouth.

     He took a small amount of shower gel to slick up his fingers, and he
went in search of my Holy Grail.  It didn't take long for him to find my
love button, and he proceeded to caress and massage it, while still licking
and sucking in my crack and over my mounds.  He was beginning to drive me
crazy, and my body was humping back toward his head, hoping that he could
push in deeper with his fingers or something else.

     My body began to spasm.  I was moving around on his fingers like a
cheap whore, and sounded even worse, with all the groaning and moaning that
was coming from my throat.  Then he gave my prostate a serious poking,
providing more pressure than before, and I came hard across the s hower
wall before sinking to my knees.  Anthony turned me around, and gathered me
into his arms as he sat next to me on the shower floor.  He kissed me
repeatedly, passionately, prolonging the aftershocks of my orgasm.

     When I had regained my composure, he stood up and finished his shower,
gazing down at me often with a huge smile on his face.  When he was done,
he toweled off both of us, and then picked me up and carried me out to the
kitchen for coffee.  We made small talk for a minute or two, until I looked
at the clock and realized that we'd have to hurry to be on time for class.
No sausages!

     We dressed quickly, took coffee with us in mugs, and headed for
campus.  It would have to be Taco Mucho breakfast burritos again today.
Mental note to self: Buy stock in Taco Mucho, just in case this
relationship continued.  I might be eating breakfast on the run quite often
if Anthony woke me up like that in the morning!

     Doctor Monotone was at his finest on Thursday morning, almost putting
the class to sleep before the first hour was completed.  I couldn't focus
on what he was teaching, but thought that he had missed his calling: he
needed to work for the Defense Department in Interrogation.  He could
probably break people down quicker than water torture!

     When class was over, I bid Anthony goodbye, and walked down the hall
to an outside garden area, surrounded on three sides by buildings
containing offices and classrooms.  I had wanted to be alone for a few
minutes, to sort out my thoughts, but Anthony had followed me.  It looked
like he wanted to ask me something, but didn't know how to get started.

     Just then, Liam came barging out the doors to the garden area, looking
like he also had a topic he wanted to discuss.  He's seen Anthony following
me out here from far down the hallway, and wanted to get something off his
chest.

     "So what's going on between the two of you," Liam asked, looking more
at Anthony than me.  He didn't look or sound angry, but he didn't look or
sound happy either.

     "Yeah, well I was going to ask the same thing about you," Anthony
responded, much more aggressively than Liam had.

     "It seems that every time I see you and Denny in class together,
you're just about sitting in his lap," Liam shot back.

     "I couldn't get on his lap if I wanted to, `cause you're already
there!"

     "Guys, cool it.  Do you know how much the two of you sound like some
old bitches at a clearance sale?  Each of you has one hand on something
that doesn't belong to either one of you.  I'm not for sale."  That last
comment seemed to get their attention, and they focused back on me.  "If
you have questions for me, about me, please address them to me.  I'll
answer what I can."

  	Anthony was the first to ask.  "Have you fucked Liam?"  I guess he
wasn't going to be shy.

	"Yes, I have, just like I did for you, too."

	"You fucked that?" Liam exclaimed, "That muscle bound slut?"

	"Only a skinny, pasty-white bitch like you would be so jealous!
Maybe he'll learn a few things he might try on you!"

	"The only thing he'd learn from an ass-waggin' whore like you is
the name of the new STD he just caught!"

	I was sure that fists would fly any second, so I stepped between
them.  Probably not the smartest move I would make today, but I had to do
something.

	I began loudly, "Okay, here's what's going to happen.  We'll flip a
coin, and whoever wins can take me home and fuck my brains out.  Tie me up,
hang me from the ceiling, whatever.  Winner's choice.  I'll change
locations at noon each day, stopping by my apartment to scrub, flush,
shave, whatever.  Then the other guy gets to use me however he likes.
Possession lasts for 22 hours, with noon to two o'clock each day for me to
sterilize, so we don't pass any STDs.  You are responsible for feeding me,
and for medical care of any bruises, cuts, or broken bones that you cause.
Okay, are we straight?"

	Our conversation was interrupted by not one, not two, but three
office windows being closed, and shades being drawn.  Apparently,
university employees with offices around this courtyard garden were not
enjoying our conversation.

	Once again I asked, "Are we straight on the ground rules?"

	Both boys looked ashamed and shocked.  Liam was the first to try to
respond.

	"I didn't mean..."

	"That's okay, Liam.  When you feel entitled, you do what you have
to keep what belongs to you.  You sucked me off, provided a place to sleep.
You are entitled to use me, right?"

	"Denny, I don't think that was what we were saying," Anthony added
to the conversation.  "I like you a lot; I guess we both do, and I guess
we...I...was trying to keep..."

	"Yeah, I know.  Keep what you felt belonged to you.  I understand.
I was in a marriage much like this.  She owned me.  Everything I did, I did
for her, or I had no business doing it.  And when I no longer entertained
her, she tossed me to the curb to get another `boy toy,' so I already know
how it feels, how it works.  I'm just so impressed that I've got two hunks
who want to use me for their entertainment, and I should be grateful that
at least for a little while, you'll be able to get your rocks off using me
as your `pleasure tool' of choice."

	Anthony looked like he was about to vomit.  Liam sat down on the
ground and began to cry.

	"Time's wasting, guys.  Whose got a coin.  We can just skip class
and get the party started.  I'm not going to have time to earn my degree
until after you're tired of me, so I'll just drop out and devote all my
waking hours to providing each of you, in turn, with great orgasmic
pleasure.  Your wish will be my command."

	"Shut up.  Just shut the fuck up!"  Anthony bellowed.  "You're
making us sound like assholes, and yourself like a cheap slut."

	"I wasn't the one who started this."

	"Well, you're making me feel like a piece of shit, and I don't like
it!" Anthony hissed.

	"Now we're getting somewhere."  I grabbed Anthony by the shirt and
sat him down next to Liam, so close that their legs were touching.  "I like
each of you very much," I said, addressing both of them.  I lifted Liam's
face so that I could look into his eyes, running with tears.  Then I looked
into Anthony's eyes, filled with anger, shame, and remorse.  I continued.

	"I like each of you more than I know how to express.  Remember, I'm
new to this man-to-man thing.  Do I love you, Liam?  Do I love you,
Anthony?  I don't know.  I don't believe in love at first sight.  I believe
that true love is demonstrated over time, especially at times when `loving'
someone isn't easy.  Love isn't an emotion, it is a commitment.  And
commitments don't happen in four days.  Five days ago I didn't know either
of you.  Now you want to own my every move.  And that flies in the face of
what you've already told me.  Did you guys realize that?"

	No reply.  So I continued.

	"Anthony, that first evening, you said maybe we'd continue to enjoy
each other.  Maybe.  Maybe we'd become "friends with benefits.'  Maybe.
Does that sound like a monogamous relationship to you?

	"No," Anthony replied quietly.

	"Liam, you said that we were both big boys, and neither one of us
had to do anything we didn't want to.  And that we'd both wait till we were
ready.  Well, what if one is ready, and one is not?  Does that sound like a
monogamous relationship to you?

	"No," Liam responded weakly.

	"So what happened?  How did it get so twisted?  Why can't I be
friends with both of you?  Are you going to make me choose?"

	Both young men were silent, mulling that last question in their
heads.  Both realized that they could lose a beginning relationship that
they were willing to fight over.  Neither one wanted that.  What happened
next surprised Denny.

	"Denny, I treated you poorly.  I hope that you accept my apology.
I won't bother you anymore."  With that, Liam got up, turned, and walked
back to class.  And without so much as a word, Anthony ran to catch up to
him, put his arm around him, and walked with him.  I stood there, as
confused as ever.  Where would things go now?

	I stopped at the restroom on the way back to class, and when I got
there, Anthony was gone, and Liam had taken a chair across the room from my
materials.  I sat down as Dr. Drone went on and on and on about something,
but I have no idea what he said.  It was beginning to become clear to me
that in standing up for myself, I may have lost both of them, but since
they hadn't communicated their intentions, I really didn't know.  I felt
like I was sinking into a pool of confusion.

	The rest of the morning and afternoon passed without me even
realizing.  It was like I was in a fog.  I sat in my living room, staring
at the TV, which was off.  I knew I should eat, but didn't have any
appetite.  Finally, my thoughts turned to Hal.

	Well, if I couldn't be happy this afternoon, maybe Hal could be.  I
decided to go shopping for him.  I didn't know sizes or preferences, so I
was sure to keep sales receipts.  I bought shirts, jeans, a hoodie, and
shoes.  The shoes and hoodie were Vans, a style I didn't wear but had seen
on lots of young adults, so I figured he'd like those.  Black seemed to be
the color of choice on the rack, so Hal got both in black.

	I went to five other stores, but I could only remember the names of
Pac-Sun and Abercrombie & Fitch.  I picked slim jeans in black and
prewashed blue, figuring that slim jeans would accentuate Hal's slim
figure.  Maybe they'd showcase his pert butt and proportionate package.

	I went overboard on shirts, getting eleven in a range of styles and
colors, from button-down preppy to black grunge.  Three had purple worked
into the color scheme, and one semi-dress shirt was a solid deep,
passionate purple.  I couldn't wait to see him in that one!

	I headed for Hal's dorm, hoping to catch him in.  When I got there,
the door was closed, so I knocked.  No one answered.  I looked down the
hallway, and saw that many other doors had hastily scrawled signs about
where the occupant had gone, but Hal hadn't left such a note on his door.
It was past dinner time.  Hal must be out.  I knocked once more, just for
good measure.

       No answer.  I thought of leaving the clothing and shoes here outside
his door, but didn't know if that would be safe; someone might help
themselves to the items, once they realized what they were.  Kinda hard not
to notice, what with the Vans and A&F bags.

      I picked up the bags and was moving away from the door when I heard a
muffled groan.  I stopped and listened.  There it was again.  I walked back
to the door, and put my ear to it.  Crying.  I tried the doorknob, and the
door opened.  I peered in, and saw Hall huddled on the floor near the
window, arms covering his face.

      I asked for permission to enter, but got no reply.  I walked in, set
down the packages on his bed, and walked over to him.  I got down on my
knees and leaned over him, trying to give him a hug, but his body
stiffened, as though he didn't want anyone or anything to touch him.

      "Hal, what's wrong?"

      No reply.  I seemed to be getting that a lot today.

      "Are you okay?"

      No answer.

      "Did Doc do something to you?" I asked.

      I must have hit a sensitive spot, because Hal's sobbing became
louder, but he remained all scrunched up, hiding his face.

      "Hal, I can't help you if you don't talk to me."

      "Go away, please.  I just need you to go away," he spoke softly but
intently.

      "Hal, what did Doc do?  Did he hurt you?"

      "Go away, please!" he repeated, with more emotion.

      I reached to touch his arm, and he tried to push my hand away.  As
our arms moved, his long sleeved shirt slid down his arm toward his elbow,
and I saw the scratches.

      "What the fuck?" I blurted involuntarily.  "Who did this?"

      I grabbed his wrist and pulled, forcefully, causing Hal to unfurl his
body and remove his hands from his face.  He stared back at me in fear,
showing me a black eye, a bruised cheek, and a busted lower lip.

      "That god-damned animal.  I'll kill him.  I'm gonna fuckin' kill
him!"

      "No, you've got to go away.  Don't get involved.  He'll do worse to
me if you try to interfere.  Please, Denny, please just go away."

      I pulled open his shirt and discovered another bruise on his right
pec. And there were more scratches on his torso.  I couldn't bring myself
to look any further.  I felt like screaming, crying, putting my fist
through the wall, but was so in shock that I couldn't do any of those.  I
wanted to pick Hal up and hold him, protect him, keep him safe, but if I
did, he'd just get punished more for it.

      I slowly backed toward the door, leaving the packages, and closed the
door as I walked through.  That sleaze ball needed to be in prison, but I
had to figure out a way to trap him in his own web without sacrificing Hal
in the process.

      I got to my apartment after dark, but don't remember how I got there,
or where I had driven.  Anthony and Liam were both waiting for me on the
steps.  I felt like a zombie, and probably looked like one, too, as I
walked right past them without acknowledging them.  They had no idea what
had happened to Hal, but that didn't seem to matter.  They followed me into
my apartment, closed the door, and tended to my needs.

      Liam brewed some coffee, and warmed some soup.  Anthony took me into
the bedroom, undressed me, and took me into the bathroom.  There was
nothing even remotely sexual about the shower he gave me, holding me so
that I didn't collapse to the floor.  He dried me off, and then carried me
to the bed, where he tucked me in.  Liam brought in the soup and fed it to
me, then offered the coffee.  Tall.  Black.  Hot.  He remembered what I had
told him about the coffee shop.

      Both remained absolutely quiet, communicating to each other with
physical signs.  They gave me time to process my thoughts, and when my
brain told me that I was ready to communicate, the tears began to flow.
They took turns holding me, stroking my hair and cheeks, drying the tears.
Liam rubbed my back while Anthony held me, and Anthony massaged my
shoulders while Liam held me.  I had never felt so much unconditional love
in my life.  I continued to cry until I had no more tears left.

      "I hope that we were not the cause of all those tears," Anthony
began, "because if we were, we need to apologize twice, once for this
morning, and once for now."

      "No," I croaked, "Worse."

      "Worse?  What could be worse than the way we treated you?" Liam
added.

      I had told them a little about Hal, but not everything.  "The kid in
the restroom?  His master beat the crap out of him because I took him out
to eat and bought him a gift.  And I couldn't even help him, because I
would make it worse."

      More tears came from somewhere.

      "Denny, what can we do?"  Both men seemed to say it in unison.  I
didn't know what to answer.

      "I've got to think of something.  I've made his life worse, but I
don't know how to make it better.  I've got to get him away from that
monster.  But ...I don't know how..."

      "You're wrong, Denny," Liam offered.  "We've got to think of
something.  You are not in this alone."

      "Liam's right, Denny.  If you believe he needs help, then he's got
three sets of hands and feet to help him.  Maybe we can overpower the guy.
Could three-on-one ever be considered justifiable homicide?"

      "Fuck that.  Let's go get him right now and castrate him, then cut
off his hands.  If we wear masks..."

      "Guys, the only way to help Hal and not get ourselves in trouble is
to beat the bastard at his own game.  He's got videos.  He can ruin Hal's
life.  We've got to beat him at his own game."

      I was repeating myself.  I was exhausted. I was falling asleep.  The
last thing I remember was Liam crawling under the covers of my queen sized
bed, and spooning in back of me, while Anthony crawled under the covers on
my other side, snuggled close to me, and wrapped his arms around me and
even part of Liam.  I felt safe...

      I woke up screaming during the night.  Both young men worked to calm
and quiet me.  I had dreamed that I was tied to a chair, and had to watch
Hal get tortured by some faceless monster.  I was shaking so hard I was
making the bed vibrate.  Anthony got another cup of coffee for me, while
Liam held me tight.  I drifted back to sleep before the coffee was gone.

      In the morning, I woke to an empty bed.  I could hear noise in the
kitchen.  I got up and wandered in.  I must have been a horrible sight.

      There was Anthony, naked, standing by the counter covered in flour,
trying to read a cookbook.  He turned and saw me, bringing a huge smile to
his face.

      "I'm making pancakes!"

      The man who could burn water was making pancakes.  This should be
good.

      "I didn't realize that following a recipe could be so difficult.
What do `c' and Tbsp' mean?"

      I walked to the pantry and reached inside.  I pulled out the pancake
mix that I kept there for quick breakfasts.  "Use this.  Just add water."
I shoved the package into his hands.

      "Fuck.  I didn't see that.  Do you want me to throw this other stuff
away?"

      "No, go ahead.  Finish what you started.  See if you can bring a
smile to my face."

      He grabbed his crotch and commented, smiling, "I've never heard it
called 'a smile' before."

      He did make me laugh.  Then I offered to take him out for breakfast.
I've never seen anyone put on clothes so fast.  I asked him if he needed to
shower.  He said no, that he kind of liked being covered in flour under his
clothes.  Then he flashed a sarcastic grin.

      "But I'm hungrier than I am worried about being clean!"

      At breakfast, I relayed as much about Hal as I knew, only holding
back the information about Doc working for the university.  That was on a
need-to-know basis, and he didn't need to know right now.

      Anthony agreed that force wouldn't work, and that we needed to defeat
this monster at his own game.  The videos made that necessary.  He called
Liam, who had gone to a class this morning, to fill him in on where we
were, and soon Liam walked in and joined us, only ordering coffee.

      "I didn't know you liked coffee." I stated.

      "I don't," he replied, and then we got back to the issue at hand.  We
needed more information about what was going on, but had to be very careful
about not involving Hal.  I decided to tell them where Doc worked.  Neither
could believe it!  A university-employed predator?  I told them that
predators could be found everywhere; I had worked with some in real estate.
Everyone just needed to be very careful.  We didn't even know if this guy
worked alone, or had other resources he could call upon.

      My thoughts turned to Hal.  I wondered where he was, and what he was
doing, or rather, what was being done to him.  I wondered when I'd run into
him again.  As it turned out, it was sooner than I expected.


      ...to be continued...