Date: Wed, 9 Jan 2008 08:34:11 -0800 (PST)
From: Randy Howard <randyhoward2@yahoo.com>
Subject: Adam' Rib / Chapter 3 'The Letter' / Beginnings

'Adam's Rib'
By
Randyhoward2@yahoo.com
Chapter 3 'The Letter'

To my readers, this is the most emotional chapter that I have ever
written. It brought back many memories I thought forgotten until I
started to write this chapter. I had to stop writing several times,
because the tears were so great. I hope you find it moving because
it was so hard to write this chapter.
 Randy.

>From chapter 2.

"Listen I know enough about you to know that you are a hard
working young man." I tell him. "During vacations and summer
you can come here and work for me doing whatever I need.

"That's so kind sir, but I should tell you I am not gay sir." He says
with a touch of fear in his voice.

"Did I ask you to suck my cock or let me fuck you kid," I say in
my best anger voice.

"Aw.  no sir. you didn't, but. I thought you." he stammers.

"You thought that I wanted sex for paying for your college didn't
you," I interrupt.

"Well I guess so, yeah."

"My lover is in Brownsville also in a coma from an aneurism.  I
am not one to offer something like this and demand sex in return. I
have legitimate work that I have no time for and was about to hire
a secretary and gardener to do."

"I am taking Landscape design at school and would be more than
happy to do your gardening for you sir." He tells me with
excitement in his voice.

"Good its settled then, now lets get you settled in your room and
relax some before bed," I tell him.

"Ah Dylan, I want to apologize for what I was thinking earlier."
He says and holds out his hand.

"No problem, kid," and I grab his hand and pull him in for a hug.


"Now lets get going." I tell him breaking our hug.


Chapter 3 'The Letter'

     I took Brad upstairs and showed him the guest room. I was a
sunny room facing south and had a beautiful view of the city. I told
him that this would be his room until he moved on.

"Make yourself at home," I tell him.

"This so kind of you Dylan," he says, "I really appreciate your
kindness."

"Don't mention it Brad, we all have to accept a helping hand once
in a while."

"Well this goes beyond helping hand."  We finish getting him
settle in and go downstairs to watch some television. The phone
rings twenty minutes later and its Brian's mom.

"Hello." I say.

"Mr. Fitzpatrick this is Brian's mom Jeanne," she says. "He gave
me your message and insisted I call you."

"That's right, and please call me Dylan," I tell her. "I understand
that you are between jobs at the moment."

"Yes Dylan I just got laid off from my last job and haven't had to
much luck finding another," she says quite sadly.

"Well here is my offer, would you be interested in a position as my
personal secretary," I ask her. "It's a nine to five job and pays fifty
thousand a year plus benefits."

"EEEEEEEEh," I here her scream and hold the phone away from
my ear. "I am so sorry for yelling but you don't know how happy
you have made me, and yes I would be very interested and I have
letters of recommendation from my previous employer and
business associates," she tells me.

"Well why don't we meet tomorrow at Global for lunch and
interview," I say. "That way we can become more comfortable
with each other and answer any questions you may have. How
does that sound?"

"Fabulous Dylan, I'll be there at noon good with you?"

"Noon is fine Jeanne. Now you have a great evening and make
sure you thank Brian and tell him hello for me, ok."

"I will and thank you so much Dylan for everything, good night"

"Good night Jeanne and tomorrow then."

"I think I'll turn in Dylan I've had a very exciting day and again
thanks for your hospitality, good night."

"Good night Brad and your welcome, sweet dreams kid."  I stayed
up a while longer getting some paper work organized and
answering some business emails. 'God I really do need a secretary'
I thought to myself. I finally went to bed about one and lay there
thinking about Adam. 'I need you so much babe' I thought. 'Please
wake up soon and be alright love'. I finally drifted off to sleep and
had a fitful sleep. I awoke at seven feeling as if I never slept.  I
here Brad roaming around in the hall and call out to him. He
appears in my doorway in just a tight fitting towel around him. 'Oh
fuck I don't need this right now,' I thought looking at him. His
cock showed its glorious outline in the towel and it appeared to be
all of eight inches. His chest and abs where rock hard and hairless.
Even his nipples were the size of a pencil eraser and they were
firm and sticking out. He noticed my staring and started to blush.

"Sorry about the towel Dylan. You caught me just finished
showering." He said, as he blushed deeper.

"Don't worry about it, nice way to start my day," I said as he lit up
the room with his face. "What I wanted was; I'm going up to
Brownsville today after lunch and wondered if you would like to
go with me." I told him.

"Yeah that'd be great," he says. "I can see my mom before I return
to school. Although she won't know who I am I still love her."

"Well of course you do Brad. After all, she is the one who gave
you life and raised you. So how about three, sound good?" I ask
him.

"Fours great Dyl," he said. "I'm sorry for calling you Dyl. It just
seems so old to call you Dylan. You don't look and older than I
am." He tells me.

"Well thank you Brad and Dyl is fine," I tell him. "I am twenty
eight years old kid and don't feel a day over fifty this morning."

"Fuck twenty eight is young Dyl." He says and turns to leave and I
see that tight hard ass just moving beneath that towel.

"Your staring at my ass Dyl," he says walking away.

"Ah sorry guy but I am gay you know and I like the view from
here," I yell after him. We both laughed and I got up and took a
shower, a cold one and I went downstairs and made breakfast. We
had a nice chat and he left to finish funeral arrangements for his
dad. I got together some forms my lawyer drew up for employment
for a secretary and left to meet Jeanne. As I drove up, I could see
Brian's smile. He greeted me and said,

"Mom's inside waiting and man is she happy. You don't know
what this means to me and her Dylan." He said with glossy eyes.

"I know Brian and I am so happy to be able to help." I told him
clapping his shoulder.

"You know Dylan I'm gay and I would like to show you how
much I really appreciate your kindness," he said with a smile.

"I know you are Brian, but that is not why I gave your mom this
position. I didn't do it to get you in bed," I told him. "I really need
a secretary and well right now I rather not get involved with
another man when mine is alive and needing my love." I tell him
and give him a hug.

"Well I just wanted you to know how much you mean to me and
wanted to really show you." He said a bit put off.

"Maybe someday young man we might be able to but not right
now, but thank you Brian and I love you for it. This will be our
little secret ok," I asked.

"You bet Dylan, no one else will know." He said and drove my car
off.

     I went inside and saw his mom waiting for me.  She got up,
came over to me, and extended her hand in greeting.  She was a
strikingly pretty woman. She had long reddish brown hair and
brown eyes. Her figure was slim and a bit endowed in the breast
department. Even though she was in her forties she looked to be
thirty-three the most. Her dress was completely business; a dark
blue suit, though quite outdated, with a white blouse and navy
heals. Her hair was put up in a French twist and she carried herself
with confidence. We both said hello and I offered my arm as we
were led into the dining room. Pierre gave me a smile and
whispered to me upon seating us,

"Hitting for the other side I see."

"Now Pierre, you know way better than that," I said with a smile.
"This strictly a business lunch."

"I understand and my apology Dylan," He said bowing away.

"What was that about," Jeanne said with a curiosity to her voice.

"You know I'm gay don't you," I said and she nodded yes. "Well
Pierre thought I may have rethought my orientation," I said and we
both laughed. "Do you have any objections to my being gay," I
asked.

"No sir I don't, my Brian is gay also," she said.

"Yes I know Brian is, and he is a fine young man," I told her. "He
is planning on going to college isn't he?" I asked.

"As soon as he can get some money put away he plans to go," she
tells me.

"Well your first order of business as my secretary, if you accept
the position, will be giving him the Joshua and Kyle Kerry-
Fitzpatrick Scholarship.  I award each year one scholarship to a
deserving student to attend any two or four year school of their
choice complete with tuition, books and a two hundred dollar a
month spending allowance," I told her as her mouth dropped open.
"And that includes room and board," I add.

"He will be so excited because he thought that he would not be
able to attend school for at least another year." She says with tears
in her eyes. She gets up, comes around the table, and gives me a
hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"Well thank you Jeanne but that was not necessary," I tell her.

"Yes it was Dylan, you don't know what a burden you have lifted
off my shoulders," she says and almost starts to cry. We spent most
of the lunch talking about my needs and what her job would entail.
We finished up with lunch and I gave her the forms to fill out and
asked her if she could start on Monday.

"Yes Monday would be fine," she said. "I was ready to start today
if necessary," she said.

"Well Monday would be fine for starting and if you need anything
for preparation to start please let me know. You also have a two
thousand dollar clothing allowance for purchasing clothing suitable
for the job."

"Wow, I am completely overwhelmed," she said. "Do all your
employees get this royal treatment," she asked.

"Only my personal secretary does," I say with a smile. "Now I
have to make a visit to Brownsville and if you have no other
questions I will see you at nine on Monday morning Jeanne."

     We shook hands and left and Brian was outside waiting with
my car. I gave him a fifty-dollar tip and got into my car. He looked
at me with his gorgeous smile and said,

"You know my offer still stands Dylan. I would really like to show
my appreciation to you." He said and touches my shoulder lightly
squeezing it.

"I am most tempted young man and will give much consideration,"
I said with a smile and a pat on his hand that was still on my
shoulder.  I drove off to pick up Brad at the house and go to
Brownsville. He was at my house waiting when I got home. I went
inside and did not find him so I went upstairs to his room. His door
was slightly ajar and I could see him naked on the bed
masturbating. He had his cock in his hand and was fisting it a mile
a minute. His eyes were closed, and I could tell he was close. He
all of a sudden yelled out a sound and his cum exploded out of his
cock. It shot all over his face and chest until he had nothing left in
his nut. He opened his eyes, looked right at me, jumped up from
the bed, and went to his bathroom. I went back down stairs and
waited for him. He came down a half hour later, hair wet from a
shower and face very red with embarrassment.

"Sorry you had to see that Dyl," he said looking at the floor. "I was
so fucking horny I had to jack off. Why were you at my door
anyways?"

"Well we said we would leave at three and it is now four. I came
home and called you but you didn't answer. I went upstairs to see
if you were there and when I got to your room your door was
slightly opened and I saw you jacking off. You know that I am gay
so I stayed for the show." I said and added to his embarrassment as
we started to leave. I stopped and turned to him and said, "nice
cock and body." I said and turned and out the door I went.
     We had a very quiet drive up to Brownsville, as he was still
quite embarrassed. When we arrived, I told him what room my
Adam was in and that I would be there until we left. I also told him
that we would stop for dinner on the way home. He said that's fine
and told me his mom's room number and we separated. I found my
Adam lying in bed still quite in a coma. The tubes and wires were
gone except for one to monitor the heart. His skin was so pale and
dry looking. I took his hand in mine and it felt so cold. I looked at
his handsome face lying there and cried softly. He was so frail
looking and defenseless lying there.  I spent almost two hours just
holding his hand and talking to him about what was happening in
my life and around him when Brad came in. He stood in the
doorway and watched me for ten minutes until he said,

"You really love and miss him don't you."

"More than you know Brad, more than you know."

"Will he ever wake up Dyl," he asks.

"We hope so that someday he will. The doctor says that the longer
a person is in a coma the less likely they will come out of it. If they
do come out of it there is usually brain damage," I told him.

"Man I couldn't imagine having someone I love like this," he says.

"Well actually you do have someone similar to this, your mom.
She may be awake and somewhat able to get around but she can't
respond to your love anymore than Adam can." I say as I look at
him. "He was my life and heart, now he is just the shell of the man
I love," and I start to cry. Brad comes over and puts his hands on
my shoulder and asks,

"Why do you put yourself through this torture for."

"Because I love him and hope that by talking to him he might
wake up." I say. "Besides I read an article once about coma
patients that said how they remembered everything people had said
to them while in a coma. So I hope that he will also when he
wakes." I turn and ask how his mom is doing and he says.

"Health wise she is fine, but she doesn't know me from Adam," he
says and looks at me. "I didn't mean to say that Dyl, it just came
out, I am so sorry." He says and get a bit red.

"That's fine Brad it's just a saying," I tell him. "You ready to go
now."

"Yeah whenever you are," he says "You take as much time as you
want I'll be outside having a cigarette." He says and leaves. I get
up, bend over to Adam, give him a kiss on the lips, and tell him
good-bye, I love you Cowboy. I walk outside and Brad is just
finishing his cigarette.

"That's a bad habit," I tell him as he throws it down to the ground
crushing it out.

"I know and someday I will quit," he tells me. We walk to the car
and get in. As I go to start the car, he grabs my hand to stop me
and says.

"You know I greatly misread you Dyl. I thought that you might be
like these flamers at school that act more like a woman than the
man they are," he says looking at me. "But you are really a good
man and act like it. You touched my heart watching you with
Adam. The way you held his hand and talked to him almost got me
crying. I have never given much thought to a gay relationship until
I watched you. The love you showed just poured out of you like a
stream out of a mountain. I was jealous watching you and wished I
could find someone to love like that." He said and his eyes were
glossy. "What I don't understand is how can you torture yourself
every time you come here and he is still in a coma."

"Easy Brad, love does it." I tell him. "My love for Adam keeps me
coming and hoping that one day he will wake up and remember
me. My dad went through this before I was born. My other dad had
been beaten up, raped by robbers in his home, and left for dead.
When he came out of his coma, he had amnesia and didn't know
my dad. But my dad kept coming and one day brought pictures of
the two of them together and told him that the robbers may have
taken my dad's memories but they couldn't steal his love for him
and he gave dad a kiss and left. While going through the pictures,
their love brought his memory back. So Brad I learned to love
from watching them share their love with each other and me."

"Wow that is so fucking intense man. I definitely want a love like
that." He says with still glossy eyes. I started the car and we drove
off. We found a nice Italian restaurant about an hour from home
and stopped. We were both hungry and Italian suited us fine. We
ate as if it was our last meal and had a great wine with our dinner.
We finished the ride home in silence but I was quite aware of
Brad's eyes watching me. They felt like knives cutting through to
my soul. He didn't say anything but just kept watching me until I
pulled into our driveway. He told me thanks for the pleasant day
and went off to his room. I went to my office and checked my e-
mails, answering the more urgent ones. I finished some things that
needed my attention and went up to bed. As I walked down the
hall, I noticed that Brad's door was completely shut. I tapped on it
and said good night and he yelled the same back. I undressed and
took a quick shower and got into bed. As I went to turn out the
light, I saw the picture of my dads at Woodstock and beside it was
one of Adam and I. I picked up my dad's picture, starred at it, and
said to myself, 'thanks dads for the love you gave me and for
showing me how to love,' and I kissed them both.  'God I still miss
them,' I thought. I replaced it on the stand and took our picture and
looked hard and long at it thinking, 'I miss you so much my
Cowboy. I wish I could show you just how much babe, and kissed
him good night. I sat it back on the stand and started to cry. I guess
I was a bit loud because Brad was soon at my door. He lightly
knocked and said,

"Dyl you alright bud."  I could not answer him I was crying so
hard. He opened my door, came over to the bed sitting on the edge,
and took me into his arms. He held me strong and lightly stroked
my neck and back. He would tell me 'it was all right and that I
would soon have my Adam back'.  He held me until I stopped
crying and then lightly kissed my forehead. I thank him for
comforting me and apologized for being a nuisance.

"You are not a nuisance Dyl, you just hurt and missed you love."
He said as if he knew how I truly felt. "To many people go through
life trying to find the kind of love you have for Adam and never
find it. My mom and dad had that kind of love until her sickness
robbed her of it. But my dad until the day he died never lost that
love." He said starting to choke up.

"Thanks Brad now you go back to bed and get your rest. I
appreciate your understanding and care. Now go to bed before we
both start crying," I told him and gave him a peck on the cheek. He
blushed a bit, got up, and said goodnight and left.  I fell asleep
around twelve and was woken by the phone.

"Hello," I said in a sleepy voice.

"Mr. Fitzpatrick this is the nursing home calling. Adam has
suffered a stroke this evening and his doctor wanted us to call
you." The nurse said. "He is alive but in critical condition. He is
being air lifted to Toronto General and should be there shortly."

"Thank you I am on my way there," I told her and jumped out of
bed. I ran into the bathroom and splashed some cool water on my
face. I came out of the bathroom naked and there sitting on the bed
was Brad. He asked what was wrong and I told him. He kept
looking down at me and then quickly averted his eyes. He said he
would drive me and I told him no. I then called Adam's dads and
told them what happened. They told me that they would pick me
up on the way to the hospital. Still naked I told Brad to go back to
bed because my uncles were picking me up. As he stood, I noticed
that he was naked also and had probably run in when the phone
woke him. There was a moment of silence as we both realized the
naked condition we both were in. He blushed and left my room and
I dressed.  Shortly after I got downstairs Uncle Steven pulled in the
driveway, helps being a cop I thought. I went out and got in the car
and we left. We talked about what had happened to Adam and how
things couldn't get any worst.

"Oh don't say that," Uncle Mike said. "Life has a way of showing
you just how much worst it can get." He adds.

"I don't know how much more I can take," I tell them. "Who did
we piss off to get this kind of trouble," I ask.

"It's life son not anything you two have done, its just life." He
says.

"Well life sucks big time," I tell him. "I need my Adam back and I
need him now." I say defiantly. We made the hospital in record
time thanks to Uncle Steve. We went in to the front desk and asked
where Adam was. We were directed to the Intensive Care Unit and
the first person we saw was David. Our eyes met and fear crossed
his face. He just pointed to the room that Adam was in and left. We
found Adam hooked to damn machines again and looking worst
than when I last saw him. The right side of his face seemed droopy
and we could tell that he was suffering paralysis on his right side.
A doctor came in and said that his name was Dr. O'Neill, that
Adam's stroke was severe, and that he probably would not make it
through the night. I totally lost it and started to cry hysterically.

"I won't loose another person I love, I won't, and I refuse to." I
said shouting and crying hysterically. "Adam has done nothing to
deserve this," I cried. "Oh God take me instead of my Adam please
Lord take me." I yelled looking towards heaven.

"Uncle Mike came over and held me close and told me that
whatever happens, happens and its is no ones fault. That life
throws us punches sometimes and we must roll with them," he says
trying to comfort me. However, I refused to be comforted. Then
the doctor said the unforgivable; he asked that we consider
terminating the machines keeping Adam alive. His brain activity
was dropping and he needed a machine to keep him breathing.

"You won't terminate nothing," I shouted. "He will survive this
and come back to me someday," I said having stopped my crying
and gotten very angry.

"I am not telling you to do it young man," he said a bit perturbed.
"I am only asking that you consider it for the future," he added.

"I can't doctor it is like I was killing the one I adore most. He is
my life and heart." I said and let the tears flow. I went out of the
room, went into the solarium, and found it empty. I sat down and
cried my heart out. They were long hard cries that dug deep into
my heart.
I was crying and then hands are on my shoulders. I could feel their
warmth and knew it was one of my uncles. I got up and turned and
there stood Brad. He took me into his arms and held me close and
tight. I felt the security of his arms and let out my hurt. I cried in
the comfort of a man I could never have. He held me to him and
told me to let it out babe let go of the pain. He called me babe and
my heart was pierced even more. I loved my Adam and now I was
asked to end his life.  He gently stroked my neck and back
speaking words of comfort to me. I needed his strength and
courage but all I could have was his comfort in words. I was crying
when Uncle Michael came looking for me. He saw me in Brad's
arm and gave him a discouraging look. He let go of me and said,

"So one needs to talk to you Dylan," and he walked out.

"He doesn't waste any time does he," Michael says.

"He doesn't waste any time," I ask looking around.

"That David character holding you just now," he says with anger in
his voice.

"Oh Uncle Michael that's not David that's Brad," I said. "He is
staying with me until his fathers funeral is over. He is the one that I
rescued from David. He is as straight as a ruler," I told him.

"Oh I am so sorry Dylan," he says. "I thought that was that David
guy Steven told me about and I wanted to tell him a thing or two.
Would you give my apology to Brad and ask him to please forgive
me."

"I will uncle and can we talk a bit," I ask.

"That is why I came looking for you son." He says taking me in his
arms. "We really do need to talk this through. I know that this is a
very painful decision for you and it is for us also with him being
our son," he says and I can see tears in his eyes. "Adam is our son
and we know that the two of you had a living will naming each of
you administrator of what happens in situations like this.
Nevertheless, Dylan lets be rational here. Adam is not going to
ever recover from this illness and if he does he will be in a
vegetative state." He says as a tear runs down his cheek. We have
to think of the three of us and what he would want in this situation.
Would you want to be kept alive artificially like this is you were in
his place," he asks.

"But." I start to say.

"No buts Dylan, just answer my question son," he says.

"No Uncle I would not want to be kept alive artificially," I said and
tears are falling down my cheeks.

"Did Adam ever tell you what he wanted in this situation." He
asks. I am silent for quite a while before he says.

"Well son did he ever say what he wanted done?"

"Yes he did .he didn't . want this," I say very quietly.

"So why do you fight against what he wanted?"

"Because I can't kill him," I yell out and start to cry. "I love him to
much to do this, Uncle Mike." And I run into his arms and cry.

"You know son he would be doing the same thing you are if the
situation were reversed," he says holding me tight. "He could no
more decide than you can, you know that don't you." He says and I
just nod yes. "So why don't we think on it for a few days before
we make any decision, ok son." Again, I just nod yes and cry. He
is still holding me when Uncle Steven comes in.

"Well have will been talking," he asks. "I for one would like to go
home now. There is nothing else we can do for him tonight."

"Yes babe, we are through talking for the moment," he says as he
lets me go and kisses my forehead. "Lets go home Dylan and get
some rest." We go in to Adam's room and we all kiss him good
night. I look at his frail body lying there and I know what I must
do.

"Good Night babe," I say and kiss him again and we leave. We get
down to the lobby and Brad is sitting in a chair waiting for me. He
sees Uncle Mike coming towards him and he gets up to leave.

"Wait a minute young man, please," my uncle says and Brad turns
back to him. "I want to apologize for the way I spoke to you
upstairs earlier. I thought you were someone else and I wanted to
ring your neck," he says extending his hand to Brad. Brad takes it
and shakes it and says,

"You thought I was that nurse David didn't you." He asks.

"Yes I did and I apologize for assuming and ask that you please
forgive me."

"There is nothing to forgive sir. I would have jumped to the same
conclusion also." He says most graciously.  "If you don't mind can
I take Dylan home since we are both going in the same direction,"
he asks.

"That would be fine with us if it is ok with Dylan."

"Its fine with me Uncle Mike." I say and give him and Uncle
Steven a hug and kiss goodbye. We walk to his car and he opens
the door for me. He comes around, gets in, and starts the car. He is
ready to put it in gear as I put my hand on his to stop him.

"Wait one minute please, Brad. I want to thank you for what you
did tonight for me. That was the most considerate thing that
anybody has ever done for me." I say and lean over and kiss his
cheek. He blushes and says nothing as we drive away. The silence
riding home was deafening.  He just looked ahead and drove. 'Oh
God' I thought. 'That kiss must have freaked him out'.

"I am so sorry for kissing you just then back there," I say.

"No problem Dyl," he says and drives looking straight ahead. "I
leave for school on Tuesday. You going to be all right," he asks.

"Yeah I'll survive," I tell him. "I forgot you had to go back." I
added.

"I have a lot to catch up on, being away so long," he says. "I have
done a lot of homework on-line and that has helped in keeping me
even with the class," he says.

"Well knowing you, you will be ahead of the class shortly," I tell
him.  We drove on towards home silently without another word
spoken. I knew something was bothering him and I dared not ask.
We got home and he said good night and went straight to his room.
He was still quiet the next morning and I asked him,

"Is something bothering you that I can help you with."

"No, I'm fine just need to work some things out with myself," he
says and gives a slight smile. It wasn't a convincing smile so I let it
go. Monday came and Jeanne showed up at 8:45 in a sharp new
suit. She looked very attractive for a woman of forty something. I
showed her to my office and instructed her on her duties. I gave
her the forms for Brian's scholarship and she went right to town
filling them out.

"Thank you again for doing this for Brian." She said. "It will be a
tremendous burden off his shoulders."

"Does he know about the scholarship," I ask.

"No I didn't tell him yet." She said.

"Well don't tell him please. I want it to be anonymous," I told her.

"But he will want to thank you Dylan," she says. "He is a good boy
and I am so happy that he can go to school and get his degree now
without worrying about money."

"He deserves this and you did a fine job raising him Jeanne," I tell
her and notice her eyes are glossy. "Please don't cry Jeanne or you
will get me going also." I tell her. "Oh before I forget Brad and I
will be at his dad's funeral this morning. I am just waiting for him
to come down and we will be off," I tell her.

"That poor boy," she says. "First his mom gets ill and now his dad
dies; how does he keep up his strong demeanor," she asks.

"He is better than I am," I say. "I can't handle Adam's situation
without loosing it." I tell her.

     Brad comes down and he looks so handsome in the suit I
bought him. His old one was so outdated and didn't fit his well-
toned body. Jeanne offered her condolences and we were off. I
figured his silence was due to his dad's funeral. He held up very
well until the eulogy.  He got up to speak and broke a few times
and had to stop to regain his composure.  He stood strong has he
greeted the people after the graveside service and then looked to
me and said that he needed to go home. When we got near the car,
he turned to me and just burst out crying. He leaned into my
shoulder and I held him tight as he cried. I gently rubbed his back
and told him it would be all right. After a while, he regained
himself and we got in the car and drove home. He spent most of
the day in his room packing and catching up on homework.
Monday morning came and he was up early for his flight leaves at
ten. He had packed the suitcases I bought him, I hated those plastic
bags, and we loaded my car. He said goodbye to Jeanne and she
wished him well. We drove in silence with only me breaking it. I
asked,

"When are you out for the summer?"

"May tenth starts finals and I will be done for the year that week."
He says. "I haven't forgotten our agreement," he says rather
brashly. "I will be home to start work that week." He says again
with a touch of brashness.

"I wasn't asking for that Brad. I was just wondering when school
was over for you," I said. "You don't have to work for me because
of the scholarship," I tell him.

"An agreement is an agreement," he says. "Besides I want to do
this for you. I will be able to put to work what I have learned so
far," he says and gives me a slight smile.  We arrive at the airport
and I pull up in front of his airline's departure doors. I get out, we
unload the trunk, and he says,

"I want to thank you Dyl for all the kindness you have shown me."
As he extends his hand to me, I shake it, and pull him in for a hug.
He is very stiff as I hug him and he doesn't' hug back. As he picks
up his luggage, I say to him,

"I hope whatever is bothering you, you can work out Brad. I hate
to see you hurting so much."

"Yeah I guess, well so long," he says and leaves. "I'll call you
sometime," he says as he enters the terminal doors.  My drive
home was filled with thoughts of how he became so distant after
that night at the hospital. I still felt that the kiss on the cheek I gave
him had something to do with it. I got home and I spent the rest of
the day working with Jeanne. When we had finished for the day, I
said to her,

"Are you free for some dinner tonight?"

"Not really but thanks for asking Dylan. I have a date with an old
high school boyfriend," she said. "We met a couple of weeks ago
at our reunion and we really talked a lot. He lost his wife about a
month before I lost Brian's dad. He called me last night and asked
if I would like to have dinner with him." She said like a schoolgirl
about to go on her first date. "So I told him yes and we decided on
tonight. I could call and cancel if it's necessary," she says.

"No it's not anything important I just felt like company for dinner
that's all," I say. "I guess I will just make me a salad here and go to
bed early. You go and have a good time on your date." I tell her.
She leaves with a kiss on my cheek and I go upstairs to shower.
About an hour after she leaves, I decide that a salad is not what I
want and head out to the Global. As I drive up I can see Brian's
smiling face and he gives me a wave. Another kid comes up and
opens my door.

"Good evening sir, my name is Jeremy." He says. I hand him my
keys and he gets in and drives off. Brian comes up to me and says.

"I just finished for the day and was heading home for dinner."

"Well how about joining me for dinner," I ask. "Seeing how we
will both be dining alone we might as well join each other.

"My mom is home and I don't want her to have to eat alone," he
says.

"Your mom has a date for dinner with an old classmate," I tell him
explaining him mom's conversation earlier. "So would you please
join me for dinner."

"Wow a date, she never told me." he says. "That is so cool and yes
I think I will join you." We go in and I tell Pierre a table for two.
He looks at Brian with a look that says this is not permitted.

"Brian is a close friend of the family," I tell Pierre. "His mom is
my personal secretary."

"Oh pardon me," he says, "there is no need to explain sir." We are
seated, and we have a delightful dinner. Brian gets a look from our
waiter and is treated rather coolly. I look at our waiter and ask,

"Do you have a problem with my dinner guest young man?"

"Oh no sir," he stammers.

"Then I expect you to treat him just the same way as any other
guest, am I clear here," I say.

"Yes sir, and I apologize sir." He says.

"Don't apologize to me but to Brian here." I say looking rather
stern at him.

"I am sorry Brian, I was out of line." He says rather indifferent and
looking back at me he says, "shall I get another waiter for you sir."

"No need Tad," I say looking at his nametag. "You will be fine,
just show the proper respect and we will forget all about this," I
say. He took our order and I knew it bothered him having to treat
Brian like a guest.

"I don't think that my dining with you was a good idea," he says.
"We have a rule about fraternizing with the guests."

"Well you are a dear friend and if I want to invite you to dine with
me then I can very well do it. Besides I asked you and not the other
way around." I tell him. We have a great dinner and I leave a so-so
tip to remind Tad that he needs to work on his manors. When we
get outside my car is waiting and I shake Brian's hand goodbye.
He says goodbye and starts to walk off.

"Brian where's your car," I ask.

"It's at home," he says rather hesitant.

"And why is it at home," I ask.

"Ah no reason, just left it there," he says.

"Well come on I will give you a ride home," I tell him. He is all
smiles as we get in my car. The kid that brought me my car gives
him a wink. I give him a twenty-dollar tip and he looks at me and
says thanks sir. We drive off and I ask him,

"So why the wink?" His face starts to blush.

"He thinks we are on a date," he offers.

"I see, and tell me the truth why is your car at home, Brian."

"It died yesterday and it's to expensive to fix. Besides mom says it
isn't worth fixing." He says.

"What kind is it," I ask.

"A ninety three Toyota Celica," he says. "It has over three hundred
thousand miles and the header is cracked.

"Your mom's right, it's not worth fixing." I ask him for directions
to his house and he says.

"Just drop me off downtown Dylan." He says.

"Why downtown?" I ask.

"I thought I would look for some company tonight." He says a bit
shyly. "I don't want to be alone tonight." He adds.

"Well how about coming over to my place," I offer. "I feel the
same way."

"That would be great Dylan, I would like to see where mom
works." He says.  Therefore, we drive off to my place and I offer
him a drink.  I tell him that I know he's not twenty-one yet but
seeing how he isn't driving a drink won't hurt. He takes a rum and
coke and I have a gin and tonic. We sit down in the living room
and talk. Not being a drinker the rum goes straight to his head and
he looks at me and says.

"You getting me drunk to take advantage of me guy."

"Brian I would never do that to you or anyone else," I tell him
shocked that he could even think that of me. "What would ever
make you think that of me," I ask.

"I am so sorry Dylan, my head is swimming and I just am so
fucking horny," he says and leans in and kisses me hard on the
lips. I pull back, look at him, and tell him that this is not what we
should be doing.

"I know we shouldn't Dylan but aren't you just a wee bit horny,"
he asks. "I know it has been awhile since you have had any with
Adam still in a coma." He says and instantly regrets what he said.
"I am so sorry for saying that and I should leave," he says getting
up. He was right I was feeling amorous and it had been awhile for
me. I still had doubts about cheating on Adam but my needs seem
to over power me and I stood and pulled him to me and kissed him
back. It was a powerful kiss, long and full of lust. I needed this as
much as he did. We both let our tongue search each other's mouth.
Our hands were discovering each other's body as we kissed. I took
him upstairs to my bedroom and asked him if he could spend the
night. He said yes and we undressed each other. He gently led me
to the bed, laid me down, and got on top of me. The heat of our
bodies and the feel of our cocks rubbing together just added fuel to
our fire for each other. He lifted up from me and said,

"I have wanted this for such a long time love."

"I know, but I must admit that I haven't because of Adam," I tell
him. "I have such a guilt trip about doing anything like this." He
kisses me again, separates my legs with his knees, and goes down
on my cock. He takes it all into his mouth and slowly starts to milk
it tasting the pre-cum I had been leaking.  Mmmmm is all he says
as he slowly sucks my cock with his throat muscles. I tell him to
stop because I am so close and he drops my cock and goes to my
balls. He takes one at a time into his mouth and sucks it gently
rolling it around in his mouth before dropping it and taking the
other. He drops my balls and lifts my legs up and he starts to lick
my ass. He puts his tongue and my pucker and gently pushes it into
my hole. My hips lift up to give him better access to my hole.

"Oh fuck Bri it's been so long since anyone has done that." I tell
him just barely able to breathe. "Fuck me Brian I need to feel a
cock in me." I beg him.

"You sure Dylan," he asks. "I am not a small guy you know and I
don't want to hurt you." He adds.

"Just go slow and it will be fine," I tell him knowing he is at least
nine fat cut inches of man cock. I reach over to the nightstand, grab
the lube from the drawer, and hand it to him. He applies some lube
to his fingers and massages my hole. The feelings come flooding
back to me of when Adam would prepare me for his ten inches.
He is slow but direct in preparing me for entry. His fingers are long
and slender, he hits my prostate, and my ass jumps up in pleasure.

"Oh fuck Brian fuck me now or I will cum before you can even get
in me," I beg him. He pulls his fingers out and applies more lube to
my hole and to his cock. He crawls closer to my ass, aligns his
cock head to my hole, and says.

"You ready stud for this monster," he says a bit humorously.

"As ready as I'll ever be now just fuck me stud," and he gently
pushes his head in.

"Oh fuck that stings," I shout. "I guess it has been awhile."

"You want me to pull out," he asks.

"No just give me a minute to adjust to Frankenstein please." I tell
him. He waits until I relax and then I tell him. "Ok more please but
go real slow." He gently pushes a couple of more inches in, stops,
and waits. He does this until his cock is buried to his pubes and his
balls are resting against my balls. He gently starts a slow fuck just
in and out a bit until he feels me getting into it and we find our
rhythm. He fucks like a champion long and deep always hitting my
prostate with each push.

"Oh fuck Brian I am not going to last long like this," I tell him in
between moans. "Fuck me harder and deeper stud I want you in as
far as you can go." He picks up speed, puts his hands on my thighs,
and pushes them tight against my chest. He is driving into my ass
now hard, deep and fast. I can feel my nuts starting to boil as my
cum starts to rise in my cock.

"Fuck me faster I'm cumming .oh harder stud .deeper make me
cum." I yell unable to stop my orgasm. I explode like a canon
shooting cum between us as he leans in to kiss me. His kiss is
lustful and hard and our tongues are dancing in each other's mouth.
'Oh fuck I needed this', I think to myself. My cumming tightens
my ass around his cock and I can feel him filling me with his sweet
nectar. Oh, fuck he is cumming. He has so much it leaks out my
ass and runs down my balls. Oh, fuck he can cum. He fucks away
hard and deep until his nuts are empty. He pulls out and drops unto
me and we kiss in the afterglow of our sex. We just lye there and
hold each other as we slowly come back to our senses.

"You were so good Brian," I tell him. "And you were right I really
needed this." I say with a satisfied smile on my face.


"You were so fucking fantastic Dylan. Your ass is so tight and I
usually can't find anyone who can take me for that long in their
ass. Thanks dude for the ride." He said.  As we lay there, I think to
myself, this was just plain old fashion sex, no love just lust. I did
feel a bit guilty about having sex with my Adam still alive.
However, my needs seamed to out way any guilt I felt. It had been
months since Adam and I had sex and I missed him so much.
Strangely, my mind wandered to Brad, I wondered how he was
doing, and if he had worked out his problem, he was concerned
about.  He was a great guy and I found myself missing him. Brian
came out of the bathroom and cuddled up beside me and asked,

"You all right with what we just did Dylan."

"Yes because it was just plain old sex and nothing more," I said.

"I was worried that it might mean more to you." He said. "I
thought you might read more into it than that. I know I am young
but I am not ready for settling down with one man," he said. We
fell asleep and woke the next morning around nine. I heard the
front door open and knew instantly that Jeanne was here. I woke
Brian and told him that his mother was downstairs. He freaked out
that he didn't want her to find him here with me this way. I told
him that I would send her on an errand and we could slip out once
she was gone. I got dressed, went downstairs, and asked Jeanne if
she could run an errand for me. She left within ten minutes and we
quickly left. I dropped Brian off at his house, he thanked me for a
great night, and I made it back home before Jeanne got there. I was
home ten minutes when the phone rang. It was Uncle Michael and
he needed to talk to me. I asked if he wanted me to come over and
he said that they would come to my house.  They got there about
twenty minutes later and I asked them if they wanted coffee.

"No thanks Dylan," Michael said looking very sad.

"What's wrong Uncle Mike it's Adam isn't it." I said.

"Yes dear he had another stroke this morning and he has gotten
worst. We must decide if we are going to continue to keep him
alive on life support or discontinue it all together." Uncle Steve
says. My mind was racing in a million different directions. I
suddenly felt guilty for having sex with Brian. I felt like this was a
punishment for enjoying myself.

"Has his brain activity stopped?" I asked.

"We are headed up there right now and knew you would want to
come with us." Uncle Steve says. "You can use the time driving up
to determine what to do. We have already made up our minds and
need to know what you have decided." Michael said.

"I will let you know once I have spoken to the doctor." I told them.
The drive was eerie not a word was spoken between us. I sat in the
back seat and starred out the window deep in thought. 'Was I ready
to say goodbye to my man. Could I give the ok to pull the plug that
would end his life? I knew in my heart that he did not want to be
kept alive like this but I still hoped for a miracle,' I thought to
myself. 'How could I say goodbye to the only man that made my
life feel complete. His life made mine whole. His life
complemented mine and made me feel loved. Why must life be so
cruel to someone so kind and good? I just did not know what to do.
Lord give me a sign that this is the right thing to do.' We got there,
we went to Adam's room, and the doctor was checking him. He
came up to me and asked if he could talk to me in private.

"Doctor whatever needs to be said can be spoken here. These are
his parents and I would like anything said concerning Adam to be
spoken with them present." I said.

"Well I thought you should read this before any decision is made
concerning Adam." He said handing me an envelope.

"What is this," I asked. I looked and it was addressed to me in
Adam's handwriting. "This is his handwriting doctor, where did
you get this," I asked.

"It was with the living will paperwork and it must have come
detached from the forms." He said. I sat down on the chair, opened
the sealed envelope, and pulled out the letter. I opened the letter to
read it feeling tearful that this was in his handwriting. It read:

My dearest Dylan.
     This letter is so hard to write. Knowing you my love, the way I
do I know that I must write it. I know the way you think when
faced with a decision that affects us as a couple. This letter
concerns what to do if in the event I am on life support to stay
alive. I know you and I know you will fight tooth and nail against
all logic concerning me and terminating life support machines. I do
not want to linger on life support if all hope medically and
spiritually is gone. I know that the love we have will live on in you
my love should I die. I hope that with time you can find a way to
love someone again. I do not want you to feel that you must be true
to me in death because you are with the living. I want you to move
on with your life and not worry that you are being unfaithful to my
memory. Dylan the time I had with you has been the most blessed
time of my life. I do not know how old I am now as you are
reading this. Nevertheless, I want you to know that while I am
writing this my love, I feel so loved and complete as your man.
That love is what I shall take with me through out eternity babe.
The love we share was full and pure babe. I want you to know that
you have been the only man my heart has ever loved, besides my
two dads. I also know that they will support you in whatever
decision you choose concerning me. Now before you pull the plug
I ask you to do me one favor babe. Ask the doctor to undo
whatever might be in my mouth and remove it. I want a final kiss
from you babe to carry me through until we meet again love in
eternity. Always remember our love, babe. Now kiss me my love
and then move on with your life. I know your heart and that there
is room for another in it. If you love, whoever he may be, as you as
you have loved me, he will be a blessed man.

My undying love now and forever,
Your darling Adam.

     My heart broke and the tears burst forth as I dropped the letter
to the floor. Uncle Michael picked up the letter and asked if they
could read it. All I could do was nod yes. I cried as I never cried
before, hard and deep. The pain in my heart felt as if I would die
from shear force of it. After they had read the letter, they both
came over to me and we cried with such force. Uncle Steve handed
me back the letter and after a long while I stopped and went and
found the doctor. I asked him to join us in Adam's room. He came
in, I told him of Adam's request, and he said. I showed him the
letter and after he affirmed that all brain activity had ceased he
undid the tube from Adam's mouth and left to wait outside the
door. I took Adam's hand in mine and leaned down and gave him a
long soft kiss on his lips and said with tears flowing like a river,

"I release you my love. I will always hold our love in my heart. I
want you to take that love with you and wait for me. I don't know
how long I have on this earth without you my love but know that
one day I will come to you and we shall have eternity together
babe." I said and fell upon his chest and cried. Uncle Steve helped
up and walked me to the chair and I sat down and cried. Then he
and Uncle Mike went over to their Adam and each kissed him
goodbye.

"Goodbye my son. Remember my love for you my son, and know
that you have always made me so happy and proud to be your dad.
I shall miss you so much my dearest Adam and shall always
cherish the memories you have given me love. I love you son," my
Uncle Michael said and leaned down and kissed him goodbye on
his forehead. He came over to me and took me in his arms and
said,

"My Adam may be gone but he has given you to me for a son," he
says and holds me to him and weeps. My Uncle Steve, is standing
at Adam's side lightly brushing his hair to the side, leans down,
and kisses his son on the lips ever so softly, and says,

"So long my son and my joy. Having you in my life made me
complete son. I thought that my love for your dad was all I ever
needed to fill my life and heart until you entered my heart.
Watching you grow was such a joy and experience I shall always
treasure my love.  I know that someday we shall see each other
again and then my joy shall be complete once again. As you leave
us today, remember you take a greater part of my heart with you
son. I have never once regretted being your dad, son. I love you
and will never let your memory die in my heart. Goodbye, my son
and say hello to my two best friends I ever had in life, Josh and
Kyle. God bless you my boy, my Adam," and he leans and kisses
him again and tears are falling from his eyes.  It takes about
another five minutes and the heart monitor starts to beep and flat
line.

'Goodbye my love, my babe, my man.' I say to myself. 'Wait for
me, my Cowboy.' And, I cry.  The doctor comes in, checks his
pulse, pronounces him dead, and places the sheet over his head.
We talk to the doctor and tell him which funeral home we want for
the funeral. I sign some forms and then we are ready to leave. As I
go to leave Adam's room, I froze as I see a familiar face looking
straight at me in the doorway.

To be continued.

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