Date: Fri, 07 Jan 2005 16:50:32 +0000
From: Steve Thomas <stevethomas535@hotmail.com>
Subject: Coles Dreams, Ch. 23

This is a work of pure fiction, based on the author's feelings, beliefs, and
in some cases, experience.  There may be graphic sexual encounters at times
between men, so if this offends you, you are invited to retreat.  If you are
too young or it is otherwise illegal for you to be reading this kind if
story, shame on you for reading it - -  please stop here.  If not, - -
ENJOY!


Cast of Characters:
Cole Alexander Stephanson IV -- Our hero
Jazz -- (Jack Zachary) Coles oldest brother
Diane -- Jazz's wife
Rod -- Coles middle brother
Igor  (Iggy) -- Cole's Tutoring Pupil
Cole Alexander Stephanson III -- Coles Dad
Ethyl Stephanson -- Cole's mom
Rex Remlin-- Rod's best friend
Gus Hartwin -- Cole's Boyfriend
Michelle -- Cole's old girlfriend.
Dexter -- Iggy's boyfriend
Ed -- Paramedic
Manolo -- Paramedic
Steve -- Manolo's boyfriend
Randy -- Found Boy
Curtis -- Found boy's brother
Kian Willis--      Friend in Vancouver
Nicolas Poole-- Friend in Vancouver
Howard Poole -- Nicolas's Father
Christian -- the pool guy

>From Chapter 22

I dreamt that we were on a boat and I had already lost my sight.  But it
didn't matter, because Gus was now my eyes.  He described everything to me
and it was as if I could see it myself.  When I woke up the next morning, I
was greeted with total darkness, and then gradually light filled my eye
until I could see clearly.

I didn't say anything to Gus about my dream -- or my experience waking up.
But that was the last I ever worried about losing my sight -- or losing Gus.
I was pretty sure the first would happen eventually, whether sooner or later
-- but I was just as certain that Gus was mine forever.  And for the time
being, that's all that mattered.
.

Chapter 23

"Hello?"  I slowly turned and Chris was peeking in from his room.  I looked
at Gus and he was still sawing logs.  I beckoned for Chris to come in.  When
he got next to the bed, I put my finger up to my mouth and held the covers
back.  He greedily climbed in, and snuggled into my body.

"Cole - - I love you."  He whispered.

"Thanks.  I love you too, Chris."

"No I mean - - I really love you.  I've never felt this way about another
guy."

[Oh no!]  "Chris, I tried something I saw in a video.  I love you as a
friend.  But Gus is my only lover and partner."

Chris turned around and faced me.  Tears were streaming.  "Cole, how will I
survive when you leave?"

"Chris, you have known me for all of maybe 48 hours.  You will get over it!"

"But -- but -- I want you to love me back."  He smiled seductively and kissed
my lips.  I quickly turned away.

"You can't do that!"  I whispered.  "Gus is my partner, Chris.  You're gonna
have to be satisfied to be my friend.  Someday you will really fall in love.
  Then you'll see the difference.  Please turn around."

He did turn around and again snuggled into my body.  I couldn't help my
natural reaction and he wiggled his ass to rub my dick.  "I want you to know
-- that's not like kissing.  Kissing is so intimate."  I taught him.

"I love you,"  He whispered almost silently.

"I love you too."  Came an answer from the other side of the bed.  I turned
and Gus's eyes were still closed.  I touched his hand.  No response.  I
squeezed his had.  He brought my hand up to his face and held it there, as
he breathed deeply.  He was still asleep.   Poor guy.  He was awake most of
the night worrying about me.

Holding his hand, I turned back to Chris.  "Please go back to your bed now,
Chris.  I'll see you when we're all awake."  He sighed and padded toward his
room.  He looked back at me as he entered the door.  He had a sad but sweet
smile.  Well, he WAS only 18.  Not a mature 21 year old like us!  (Okay,
that WAS tongue in cheek!)

"You handled that well, Sweetie."  Whispered my guy from behind me.

I turned slowly.  "You WERE awake.  But then - - you were SPYING on me!"  I
said.  I was really kind of hurt.  "You don't trust me do you?"

"Yes I do, Sweetie!  I did, but even more so now.  I just didn't want to
disturb what was going on.  And, Cole - - I didn't -- and don't -- want to
deny you anything -- ever.  If you want - "

"STOP!"  I said.  "Don't even talk that way!  Nothing and no one is going to
come between us!"

"Last night you were talking about me -- ummm -- sucking Chris off.  Do you
still want me to - "

"No -- ummmm -- no!  Not necessary.  He'll learn a few things on his own."

"What did you want to -- umm -- accomplish - - ?  Gus asked.

"I wanted to show him -- well maybe we can at least TELL him -- how good it
feels to really let it out when he comes -- like I do -- and you are getting
better at it!"

"Oh!  You mean the hollering and screaming when you - "

"Yup!"  I said.  "I really think that most guys our age don't even think of
it.  I don't really know why I started to do it, but I just -- somehow felt --
it would be good."

"Cole - - ?"  He sounded concerned.

"What, babe?"

"I - - " his voice broke.  "I -- love you soooooo much!  I hope you can feel
it, `cuz I surely can't express it!"

"I think I can.  I feel the same, so I think I know.  Wanna show me now?"  I
was grinning.

"I don't wanna risk you getting too excited -- have to go back to Seattle
tonight!"

I sighed.  "I -- I guess you're right.  I'd like to at least jack you off --
that can't hurt me - - can it?"

I didn't wait for an answer.  I took his bone in my hand and slowly jerked
it until he was squirming all over the bed.  I know he wanted me to go
faster, but he wouldn't ask.  He was getting close, so I inserted a finger
from my other hand in his butt.  I reached deep and stroked him from the
inside.  He moaned and let out a quiet little shriek.  I was hard as a rock
myself.  When he started to spasm, I quickly bent down and kept jacking it
with my hand into my mouth.  It tasted like ambrosia!  It tasted like
nothing short of pure love!

He came so hard!  He was trying to keep it quiet, but I'm sure at least
Chris heard us.  I hoped that maybe he was pleasuring himself at the same
time.  When Gus was finished cumming, he bent down and took mine into his
mouth.  "Just relax, Cole.  Just let it cum by itself -- just relax, Baby."
He crooned.  He stroked me with his mouth and also stroked my butt and inner
thighs with his hands.  As I started to breath harder, he started to gently
squeeze my balls.  MAN! He knows how to do me!  He again calmly reminded me
to relax.  I complied.

It was hard to relax as my stomach and butt were in spasms of delight,
pushing out that white juice from down deep inside me.  I was relaxed okay,
but my breathing was deep and fast.  I made no noise except for the heavy
breathing.  It was so good, I couldn't believe it!  When I was all done he
came back up and kissed me deep.  We mingled our seed in the way that so
many guys have -- and yet -- it was like it was the first time it was ever
accomplished.  Sweet and oh so passionate.

Gus kept stroking my back and head as I fell into another deep sleep.

"Cole?  Baby?"

I opened my eyes.  It was light outside by now.  "We should get up, Cole.
It's 11:00 AM."  He crooned quietly in my ear.

I turned my head.  Again, the light came slowly but in a few moments, I
could see perfectly.  "Cole, you must have had a nice dream.  You were
smiling and making pleasing sounds for several minutes before I woke you
up."

"It was nice."  I averred.  "We were flying in the helicopter -- just you and
me -- I guess there must have been someone driving, `cuz it wasn't us.  You
took my hand and fearlessly we both stepped out of the helicopter and
started flying.  We were doing loops and flying upside down.  We flew -- um --
united -- haha -- for awhile!  We were naked, but we were so high no one could
see us.

"You got this idea.  You got us into 69 position, and we did that as we
turned and flipped and rotated in the air.  I was just getting a little
concerned about where the ground was when you woke me.  Perfect timing!"

Gus was peering deep into my eyes as I was speaking.  "Oh, one other thing."
  I said.  "In my dreams, both my eyes work -- always."

It was then I saw that his eyes were teary.  "What's wrong, Babe?"  I
asked..

"Cole, - I -- I don't want you to go blind.  You are the sweetest guy in the
world.  Why do these things happen like this?

"I dunno, Gus.  We look like a couple beat up refugees from some war torn
land -- you with your facial injuries, and me with my eye problems."  I
looked in the mirror and laughed.  Luckily he saw the humor in it too.
Howard knocked and entered when we answered.

"I know you've had a long night, guys.  Are you ready for breakfast?
Giselle has fixed some cheese and blueberry blintzes.  And of course
scrambled eggs and bacon."

"Canadian bacon?"  I said, sarcastically.

"No!  HAHA!  We prefer American style.  It's fatter, but it tastes better."

"Where's Chris?"

"He decided he better make an appearance at home before going to work
today."  Howard said.

I gave Gus a worried look.  "Why?" Howard said.  "Is he in trouble?"

"No."  I said.  I then told him what we did yesterday.

"Oh!"  Said Howard.  "And - - he -- he wasn't stuttering this morning!  I
wondered what was different!"

"What - - ?"  I said surprised.  "you knew him before yesterday?"

"Well, yeah.  I don't suppose he knew me.  But I noticed him months ago at
the hotel.  A lot of our business associates are put up there.  Only the
best clients stay here at the house. I noticed that stuttering little boy a
long time a go.  He stood out because of his young appearance -- and his
stuttering.  I guess what you did worked!  Are you studying to be a
psychologist?"

"I've been trying to convince him to, Sir."  Gus said.  I noticed that
Howard didn't mind Gus calling him that.

"Oh!  So you aren't.  I agree with Gus.  You should at least consider it.
There are too many crackpot shrinks out there.  Most of them got in to it
because they were so screwed up they wanted to find out why.  Now they are
trying to help others -- and most are as screwed up as they started -- even if
they do know why!"

"That's pretty scathing, Sir."  Gus said.

"The best shrinks are the ones who transferred into it AFTER they started
college.  Do you think you would like to be an MD -- a psychiatrist -- or just
go for a psych degree?"

"I don't know, Howard.  I have hardly begun to think in those terms."

"If you want to be a psychiatrist, you will need much more schooling --
internship, residency -- the whole nine yards.  It's very expensive.  Cole,
I'll help you out in that department if you want to go for it!"

"I -- don't know what to say, Sir."  He looked at me hard when I said that.
"Sorry, but -- you have put me in a very uncomfortable position.  I feel like
if I don't take you up on it -- I will be ungrateful."

"Oh!  Not at all son!  It only depends on if you want to put in the time and
effort.  Given your circumstances, I wouldn't blame you if you didn't go for
the medical degree.  I'm not even sure I would.  I just don't want you to
have to consider finances when you decide.  It's covered as far as I'm
concerned."

"You have known me for less than a week Sir."  He seemed to accept me
calling him sir this time.

"Well, in two or three weeks, that will not be so.  And I have always been a
good judge of character.  I know that you've already been a boon to my
family and my business because of your influence - and your's too, Gus - on
my boys."

"Your boys?"  I said.

He smiled, almost sadly.  "Kian is now one of my boys, you know!  One of my
thr -- er -- FOUR boys!

Our stay there was like staying at that ritzy hotel -- only better.  At the
hotel we didn't have a personal valet.  While at the Poole's we were treated
better than royalty.  We were literally treated like beloved family.  When
my parents wanted to come see me -- they were so worried after I called --
they were also given a suite of rooms and also treated like royals.  I
noticed that after the first week, Gus was calling him Howard.
Then one day Howard asked Gus for his home phone number.

"I live with the Stephansons."  Gus answered.

"Then give me your parents' number."

He gave it to him, and then asked why.  "I want your parents to know how
happy you are and how important it is to accept you for your wonderful
self."

"Sir, I don't think - "

"Gus, do you trust me?"

"Yes sir, but - "

"You've been with us for nearly two weeks straight -- and almost a week
before that off and on."

"But - - you don't know my parents.  They - "

"Gus, here is what I DO know:  I know my son now -- better than I've ever
known him."  Howard looked at me and smiled.  "And because of your partner
here, I now am free to love him so much more -- unconditionally!  Don't you
want that with your parents?"

"Yes, but I'm not sure they - "

"I can't guarantee how they will react, Gus.  I know that we knew before
Nicolas that he was gay.  Do you think your parents know -- on some level?"

"I really don't.  They aren't so clever.  They're simple."

"I will of course not do anything you don't want me to, but if your parents
don't know you, they can't fully love you.  That's what I have found with
Nicolas."

"I - "  Gus's voice faltered.  "I don't know -- I'm scared, Sir."  His eyes
got glassy.

"Okay.  Maybe this isn't the time, Son.  Maybe you need to tell them in your
own time.  I just thought that maybe I could soften the blow -- somewhat."

After a long pause Gus said, "You think you could?"

"No guarantees.  But I think I am a pretty good salesman.  And also - - if
they had very much to do with raising you - - I think they will be more
reasonable than you can see from your viewpoint."

Gus looked down at the floor.  "Okay."  He said.  Then he looked in to
Howard's eyes.  "Okay, Howard -- call them -- now."

Howard dialed.  "Hello?"  A man's voice.

"Hello.  This is Howard Poole.  I am a businessman in Vancouver Washington."

"No thanks.  We don't want any."  CLICK!

Howard laughed.  "I think he thought it was a telemarketer!  He pushed
redial and handed the phone to Gus.

"I TOLD you - " came a quick answer at the other end of the line.

"Dad!  This is Gus!  Howard Poole is here with me.  Cole and I are at his
home now."

"What's going on, Boy?"

Gus handed the phone to Howard.  "Mr. Hartwin, your son was in an accident.
We - "

"Mr. Poole, we have no money.  There is no reason for you to think that we
can bail Gus out of - "

"Mr. Hartwin!  Gus has been hurt."

There was a long pause at the other end of the line as Gus's dad re-gathered
his thoughts  "Mr. Poole, if anything has happened to my son, you can be
sure that the full brunt of the law will - "

Gus grabbed the phone.  "DAD!  Shut up and let Howard speak!"  Gus's eyes
were flowing with tears.  He handed the phone back to Howard.

"Mr. Hartwin, I assure you the injuries that your son has incurred neither I
nor none of my family had anything to do with.  My son's -- er - friend -- was
one of the paramedics that attended him after he was mugged."

"What?  WHAT!!?? My son was mugged!!??  That's impossible.  No one is big
enough to mug my son!  It must have been a gang!"

"It was -- sir!"

"Oh!"  Gus's dad was again silent.  Then, "Why are you calling me -- er --
us?"

"I thought you might want to come up and see him -- here in Vancouver."  At
this Gus got a panicky look, and was shaking his head no!

"Mr. Poole, I don't know what interest you have in my son, but I can assure
you that I have not the means to just pick up and jaunt myself up to Canada.
  I have a job.  Now what is it that you want?"

"If you want to wait for the weekend, Mr. Hartwin, I'd be happy for my
private jet to pick you up at the airport of your choice.  I think you will
want to see your son.  He will be recuperating for several weeks here at my
home."

"P-p-private jet?  What's going on?  Who is this anyway?"

"This is Howard Poole, and both your son and his -- er -- friend, Cole have
been injured.  I think you should consider coming -- will Friday night be
sufficient time for you to be ready?"

Gus had a sickening, sinking look on his face.  He knew his dad was on
overload.  Howard was a crafty salesman and politician!  He never once
directly answered any of Gus's dad's questions, and now all Mr. Hartwin did
was say, "Just a minute."

In the background could be heard a shriek from Gus's mom.  In a few moments,
Gus's dad said, "What time is the flight?"

"Whatever time you please, Mr. Hartwin.  It's a private jet.  There is no
schedule, except if it is at an international, they would like the courtesy
of knowing when we are coming and when we are taking off."

"Oh.  Umm -- there's a small airport in Compton."

"Do you know if a small jet can land there?"

"No."

"Never mind.  I'll find out.  When can you be there?"

"Umm -- I get off at 4:30.  I get home at -- oh!  My wife can pick me up at --
um -- oh yes -- we can be there by 5:30 -- I think."

"My pilot will be waiting for you.  Don't worry if you're a little late -- he
will wait."

"Wow.  Okay.  Uhh -- well, umm -- I guess -- umm -- thanks."

"Your welcome Mr. Hartwin.  We have come to love you son and his part -- er
his buddy -- a lot!  See you Friday night sometime.  Bye."

He hung up the phone.  He looked like he had just closed a major deal.
"Gosh, Howard, I've never heard anyone handle my dad like that.  That was
amazing.  (SIGH!)  If anyone can make him see -- um -- or at least understand
-- I mean - "

"Trust me, Gus, he WON'T understand.  All I want him to do is accept -
you."

"If anyone can do that - - you can!"  Gus threw his arms around Howard's
neck and he closed his eyes, squeezing out wet tears.

"Dad, that was amazing!" Said Nick as his arms surrounded them both from the
back of Gus.  He kissed Gus on the back of the neck.  Then Howard kissed him
on his cheek.

"A man can do miracles for one of his sons!"  Howard said.

The next two days were the slowest days of Gus's life.  He was constantly
looking at his watch or one of the many clocks in the Poole mansion.  When
his parents finally arrived, he was wound up tight as a drum.  He was
twitching with nervousness.  Howard invited all of us to come into a parlor
I had never seen.  It was spectacularly appointed.  I was sure this was
where he must entertain real royalty or something.  The Hartwins were in awe
of the house.  They were in shock when they entered this room.  I think that
was the desired affect.

"Please have a seat -- everyone."  We all did, except for Howard.  Looking
mostly at Gus's dad, Howard started, "I want to first tell you a story -- a
true story -- and then we will get to the reason I have invited you here.
Nicolas here is my only son.  He was always a precocious child.  He easily
passed his classes with high marks.  Yes' we could and DID afford tutors for
him if he ran into trouble.  But for the most part, he was an excellent
student.

"Nick was supposed to follow in my footsteps -- taking over my business when
I retired.  When he got into high school, I was worried though.  You see, he
had some characteristics that I worried would thwart his success in this
business.  In my business, one must meet and be close with many clients.
There are many people that have many prejudices that -- though unfair or even
unfounded -- can be a great hindrance to business.

"Mr. and Mrs. Hartwin, through no fault of his own -- and at least no
conscious fault of mine or my wife, my son Nicolas has always been attracted
to his guy friends more than the girls that he knew in school.  He got along
just fine with the girls but -- he just seemed more intrigued with the boys."
  This brought a blank stare from both the Hartwins.

"My wife and I discussed this among ourselves.  It worried us.  Having a gay
son, as you might well understand, was a worry.  A worry that few parents
have to even think about."  When Howard said the "g" word, both their faces
changed from blank to sympathetic and kind of bewildered -- why was this man
telling them all this.  The said nothing, so Howard continued.

Mr. and Mrs. Hartwin, neither my wife nor I could approach our son with this
suspicion.  We suspected strongly, but could not say anything about our
fears to him -- or anyone else."  Howard looked hard into each of Gus's
parents' eyes to see if there was even a glimmer of understanding.  There
wasn't.

"Then one day a few weeks ago my son called with a special request.  He had
met a young man that was injured -- your son, Gus -- by muggers -- in a bad
part of town.  My son Nicolas's boyfriend (we suspected this but again did
not know for sure!)  befriended your son and his -- friend -- Cole.  On the
request from my son, I put them up at a hotel in a better part of town.
When your son and Cole came to breakfast at my home, I saw my opportunity to
discuss this important issue -- about my son -- with him."

Gus's parents were truly thick!  There was not even a glimmer of
recognition.  "After talking to Cole, I was convinced that my love for my
son had nothing to do with his sexual preference.  I mean it sounds so
obvious doesn't it.  Could I condemn my son for something he had nothing to
do with?"  Gus's mom was automatically shaking her head no, but his dad was
still clueless.

"Mr. Hartwin, what do you think?  Would anyone CHOOSE to be gay in this
world -- when it is so much easier to NOT be?"

Gus's dad's head snapped to attention.  ""Um -- Oh!  Hell no!  No kid in his
right mind would choose that!"

"That's what I believe, Mr. Hartwin.  So that being the case, could I
condemn my son for something he did not choose?"  This time, Howard looked
deeply into Gus's dads face and waited for an answer.

"I guess not, but what has this to do with my - "

The reason that I seeked counsel from young Cole here was this:  I could see
that he was very much in love with your son.  I wanted to know how to tell
my son that I knew he was gay without ruining our relationship.  He's my
only son.  It would be ridiculous for me to create a rift because of
something as small as my son's sexual preference.  Would you agree, Mr.
Hartwin?"

"What?  What did you say.  Cole -- in love -- with my son?"  He looked at his
son.  Gus tried to not shake.  "Did YOU know that Cole felt this way, Boy?"

"Dad - I love Cole every bit as much as he does me.  We're in love.  Dad I'm
gay.  I've always been gay."

"WHAT!!??"  Gus's dad was again on overload.  "Football players -- STAR
football players -- are NOT gay! Something's wrong here."  Then he looked at
me.  "You!  YOU did this to him, didn't you!!??"

"DAD!  Stop!  Cole did NOT do anything to me.  He wasn't even my first --
boyfriend!"

"You fucking liar!  Cole is a fag and you're trying now to protect him!  And
it stands to reason that a pansy Canadian would stand up for you!  No
American - "

"DAD!  SHUT THE FUCK UP BEFORE I SHUT IT FOR YOU!"  Stunned, Gus's dad was
silenced.  His voice shushed to a whisper, Gus said, "My first was Rex."

"Rex."  Gus's dad said.  "Who, Rex -- who?  I KNOW your not meaning Rex
Remlin!"

"Dad it was Rex -- Rex Remlin."

"HAH!  Now I KNOW you are lying!  Rex Remlim could not be gay!"

Very evenly and controlled, Gus replied.  "You got that right, Dad.  He
couldn't.  So he killed himself."  He let that sink in a bit then continued,
uninterrupted, "Rex's step-mom and his dad didn't accept him -- his gayness.
He was dying of aids anyway.

Gus's dad turned to Howard.  "Didn't you say that you will get us back home?
  I'm ready."

"Dear, I don't think - "  Gus's mom started.

"Good!  No one asked you to think!  We're leaving!  It seems what used to be
our son is more of a girl ... now!  I won't have a girl for a son!"

"I did promise you a ride both ways, Mr. Hartwin. But I invite you stay
until morning.  It might be a good thing to sleep on a decision as earth
moving as renouncing your son and - - it also would give my pilot a decent
rest before he flies again."

Mr. Hartwin's glare was like as if I got drilled through with a light sword.
  IT was hot and savage.  The butler showed the Hartwins to a suite away
from our own.

I looked at Gus as he followed his parents with his eyes.  I don't think
I've ever seen him so angry.  We went to our rooms early.  Neither of us
felt good after that confrontation.  As soon as we were in our room and the
door was closed, Gus fell into my arms and started bawling like a baby.

"Oh, Cole!  You see?  I was right.  They hate me!"

"They don't hate you Babe.  They just can't separate you from your gayness."

"They hate you!  And - - they hate me now too!"  Gus cried.  We talked for 2
1/2 hours.  Gus was inconsolable.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!  Gus went to the door.

"Mom! What - - "

"May I come in?"  She said, as she tried to force her way in the door.  But
Gus was solidly in the way.

"Mom!  Don't!  no -- you may not -- you just -- um -- (sigh!) Mom, we don't have
separate beds!"

"What, you mean you and Cole?"  She said,  "I KNEW that!  Or I supposed it.
You always slept in the same bed as your friends!"  I almost laughed.

"Mom!  We do more than sleep together!"

"Oh you don't have to get into details, Argus!  I have too good an idea what
they -- er -- I mean, YOU do!  What I wanted to say was -- will you awaken your
  - our -- host?  I'm leaving -- er -- have LEFT -- your father."

"NO!  Please Mom.  Please do as Mr. Poole suggested.  Sleep on it."

"Yes -- I certainly will!  If I can find another place to sleep!"

"I don't wanna wake Mr. Poole.  There is an extra bedroom in our suite.  You
can sleep here."

"I thought you said you didn't have separate beds."  She said looking at the
other bed in our room.

"Just because we have more than one bed doesn't mean we use them all!  Come
in!"

"Oh thank you, dear."  She said as she rushed in to the room.  She looked
quickly away as soon as she saw me sitting up in our bed.  I had no top on
and I doubt she could tell if I was naked under the covers too.  "Maybe you
could just sleep separately while I am in your room, Honey."  She said to
Gus.  "You can sleep over there in that bed with me."

"You're serious, aren't you???  YOU," Gus said, "Will sleep in the other
room!  I wouldn't want to infringe on YOUR privacy!  And we will do our best
to keep our screams and cries of ecstasy down so you can sleep!"

Man!  He was laying it on thick!

"I can't condone what you are doing, Argus, but neither can I cast you off
like you never existed!  Your father is so - "

"Mom!  We'll discuss it later!  It's time for bed now!  G'night!"  He said,
and he jumped into bed and scooted over next to me.

"Hrmpf!"  She said as she walked quickly thru the small reception room into
to other room in our suite.

"Gus,"  I whispered, "Don't you think you were a little hard on - "

"COLE!"  He hollered too loudly.  I frowned and he lowered his voice, but
his words were still seething.  "I don't need YOU telling me how to handle
my parents.  Butt out!"

I felt empty.  He had never talked to me that way.  I was thinking how I
should respond -- if at all -- when he turned his back on me and scooted away
to the far side of the bed.  I tried to stifle my deep sigh.  Either I did --
or he was just ignoring it.  I lay there for at least 30 minutes, wondering
if he was awake; feeling like he had slapped me, and yet knowing that he was
probably facing the biggest challenge of his life so far.  I don't know how
long I was awake.  It seemed like forever.  I wondered if he was awake too,
as I stared at the ceiling in the dark.

Movement in the other room woke me up. Light was showing at the sides of the
curtains, and I quickly became aware that Gus and I were face to face, in a
close embrace.  He must have heard the movement in the other room too.

"Sh!"  he hissed I my ear.  "Sorry about last night, Baby."  He quickly
climbed atop me and our pee woodies were throbbing even harder between us.
His mom walked in to the room , stopped and gawked.  "I knew she would do
that,"  he whispered in my ear.  It was not light enough in the room that
she could see we were awake.  I was afraid he was gonna start to hump me --
just for spite.  But he pretended to be asleep.

Ignoring his mom, He then said, "Morning sweetie!"  And he kissed my neck.
His mom turned around and went back to her room.  "She has to know that she
can't just walk in unannounced."  He said.

"How are you this morning?"  I asked.

"Fucked up!"  I gave him a look.  "Sorry, but I feel like an M-1 Tank went
through my head!"

"Me too."  I said.  "I couldn't sleep."

"Oh, Baby!  I'm so sorry!  I was so fu -- messed up last night!  My parents
can really get me going.  I'm sorry I took it out on you!"

My eyes filled with tears.  "Gus, I know that there will be times when we
don't agree -- and even have arguments -- but - - lets try hard not to let
others be the cause of it.  I was really hurting last night."

"Oh, Cole!  I feel like sh -- er -- crap!  Please -- PLEASE -- forgive me?"

"Your mom shut the door."  I said quietly.  He got up and locked it, then
came back and got on top of me again.  He pulled me in to a close hug,
between my legs, and as he kissed me, his dick pressed against my anal
sphincter.  I nodded and relaxed.  He slowly and gently pushed himself in to
me.  I was able to completely relax my sphincter, and somehow there was
natural lube there.

He slowly and carefully went deep and then pulled back out.  Then he did it
again, slightly faster, continually looking in my eyes for any hint of pain.
  There wasn't any.  I kissed him deep.  He almost slipped out, but thrusted
back in deeper.  We both moaned.  I was too aware of his mom in the other
room.  He just kept thrusting in and out, deeper with each thrust, until he
was in a rocking rhythm.  His eyes were closed and his orgasm mounted in
intensity.

Before I knew it, he really WAS crying out in his ecstasy.  Screaming with
every thrust.  I know that his mom could hear it, but it felt so good, I
ignored my own feelings of embarrassment.  When he was finished, he
collapsed on top of me.  As he started to relax, still deep inside me, he
said, "Omigod!  I gotta pee!  BAD!"

"Just do it!"  I said.  "Let it go!"  And I kissed him.  I felt the hot
urine fill my butt.  When he was finished, I squeezed hard and he slipped
out.  Then I got up and went to the toilet, draining all that he had placed
in there, as well as some that was already there, and at the same time my
own urine burst forth from me like a fire hose.   With the brown cum/urine
mix shooting out of my rear and peeing out the other end, it was almost as
good as an orgasm.  I involuntarily moaned.

"That good huh?"  Gus said from the bedroom.

"Oh yeeeaaaaaahhh!"  I said.  "You gotta try this sometime!"  Well, if his
mom WAS listening, she was probably confused by now!  I was at once
embarrassed and tickled.  I giggled!


When I got back to the bed, Gus asked, "Why the little Kian giggle?"

I giggled again.  "I was -- (sorry) -- thinking about what your mom must have
been thinking when we were hollering back and forth from the bathroom to the
bed."

"Oh!"  he said abruptly.   "I guess you made me forget about her for a
moment."  He grinned sheepishly.

"I -- er -- guess I feel good that I can make you forget about your mom!"  I
laughed.

Gus got up and opened the door.  He went across the small reception area to
the other bedroom, then came back.

"She's gone.  Maybe she heard too much!" he said making a weird face.
"Well, if so - - good!  She shouldn't be listening!  Hah!  But I'm going to
my dad's room to see what gives."  Gus had thrown on some boxers and a tee
shirt.  He walked out through the reception room to the hall.  I wanted to
go too, but thought better of it.  When he returned, he was confused.

We both got dressed and went to the dining room, where Nick, Kian, my
parents and Nick's parents were.  Gus's parents weren't there.  We walked
over to Howard.  "You parents left about a half hour ago, Gus.  Your mom
said to tell you that they were leaving together, whatever that means.  Also
she said she didn't want to bother you."  He paused.  "Actually her exact
words were she didn't want to `interrupt' you."

"Oh."  Said Gus.

"Anything you want to talk about?" Howard said.

"Mom came to my -- er -  our room last night."  Gus said.  "They had an
argument and she was gonna leave him -- over me!  I suggested she sleep on it
-- as you did to my dad.  She wanted to wake you up, but I told her to stay
in the other room in our suite.  She walked right in on us, Howard.  We
weren't doing anything -- but she should have knocked.  So this morning -- we
-- erm -- gave her something to listen to -- actually I did."

"and," Howard started, " - - now you wish you hadn't?"

"Nope!  She needs to know that we deserve our privacy.  Howard -- she
actually asked me to sleep with HER -- in the other bed in our room -- to get
us to not sleep together!  I dunno, maybe what we -- er -- what I did was a
little over the top, but I'm not sorry.  I'm glad I got her to not leave my
dad -- at least not last night."

"Well, you know your parents better than I do."  Howard conceded.  "Come
have some breakfast with your other parents.  Gus, you are so lucky to have
`in-laws' that are so lovely."

"I know, sir -- boy do I know!"

I went and gave my parents a hug.  So did Gus.  "Did my parents say anything
to you?"  Gus asked.

"No, Sweetheart.  We got down here only five minutes before you did."  My
mom responded.

"Guys, it's obvious you are in good hands here with the Pooles."  Said my
dad.  "I have to get back to work.  Take your time.  Howard has offered to
pay for the rest of your educations, so be nice to him!"

Gus whirled around and gawked at Howard.  "Howard -- you -- I don't know what
to say.  You shouldn't -- I mean -- you don't have to -- um - "

"Of course I don't have to!"  Howard said seriously.  "You and Cole have
brought so much joy and peace into my family -- I could never repay you for
that.  We would be pleased and honored if you would consider us your
honorary parents."

"I'm - - speechless!"  Said Gus.

"So am I."  I said.

"Boys, we wanted to have a large family," Nick's mom spoke, "But it just
didn't work out.  Now it seems we can! First with our new son-in-law,"  Kian
ran  tip-toed over and put his head on her shoulder. "who we are training to
NOT do things like that."  Kian gave her a pouty look.  "We love you Kee!"

"I love you too, Mom!"  he said in a husky, very masculine voice.

"It's spooky how he can turn that on and off at will!"  She said.  All
laughed.  "But I am so pleased to meet your parents, Cole!"  She said
smiling at my mom.  "We are so proud of our son!  And yet most others can't
understand how we feel.  I know you boys understand how that is!  Well, in
Ethyl and Cole Senior, we have a built-in support group.  I hope your
parents will come around, Gus."  She looked at Gus lovingly and
sympathetically.

My mom then spoke.  "Do you know how long you will stay here, boys?  There's
no hurry but -- we just want to be able to make plans -- and -- we do miss you,
too!"

I looked at Gus and then at Dad.  Then I looked at Howard.  He said, "You're
coming back later in the spring anyway.  Do you wanna go home with your
parents?"

"Cole has an appointment with the doc in Seattle next week."  Said Gus. " I
don't want Cole to miss that."

"Nor do I!" said Mom.

"Okay, then it's settled!"  Said Howard.

"What's settled?"  Mom asked.

"I'll fly the boys home after Cole's appointment next week.  They need to be
there to house-sit while you are gone."

"Gone?  Where would we be gone?"  Said dad.

"You have one week to get your stuff together at work, Cole."  He told my
dad.  "After that, you are taking that world tour that you thought you gave
up for your son."

"Wha - "  Dad started.

"Cole and Gus told us all about how you gave up your trip for your boy.  Can
you do that, Cole -- arrange to be gone for the next month?  I know you were
at least planning it for at this time anyway.  It will just be later than
you were planning.  The weather will be better and - "

"I might be able to do it, Howard, but I can't let you - "

"Can't let me?  Hah! Too late!  It's done.  And the first class tickets are
not refundable.  You wouldn't let them go to waste now -- would you?"

"You're taking quite a gamble that I can get the time off."  Dad said.

"I have found that when a man's intentions are clear, he can accomplish
almost anything.  I have faith in that principle."

"Haha!  Well, thank you!  You can be assured that I will do what I can!  I
know that Ethyl would love it!  Oh!  And so would I!  It just feels -- um --
weird -- that's all."

"If it didn't, I would be disappointed in you, Cole!  Too many people just
take too much for granted."

"And what do you get from this deal?"  My dad asked.

"I get to borrow your sons occasionally."  Howard said.  "So you see?  I get
the better end of the deal!"

"you're a smooth operator, Howard!"  My dad said laughing.


After a tearful goodbye (my mom was sure we were never coming back home!)
Dad and Mom flew home.  Actually our appointment "next week" was only in
three days, and they went faster than the Poole family wanted them to.  Nick
and Kian pouted when we wanted to spend a little time with Chris -- until I
invited them to come too.  Think ... FIVE-some!  KIDDING!  Kian  DID joke
about it, but I don't know if he was really kidding.

The doctor's appointment was encouraging.  He said that what happened was a
fluke and moreover, it seemed to him -- from my description -- that my eye and
my vision were more stable than before the "accident".

Our last night in Vancouver, the Poole's took us out (including Chris!) to a
restaurant, the likes of which I didn't even know existed!  There were no
prices on the menus, and the steak I had was like nothing I ever tasted
before.  I'm not a big meat eater, but I like a steak once in awhile.  I
probably won't any more, because I doubt I will ever be able to afford one
like that, and after eating there, I am spoiled for life.

After the dinner and unbelievable desserts, we came back to the Poole's
mansion.  Everyone was kind of quiet, not wanting this to be our last night.
  "What should we do to remember our last night?"  Kian asked.

"We could go to the Y. A. Club."  Said Nick.  The Y. A. Club was the local
gay bar -- 18+.  It had a bad rep for some sleazy activities in the
restrooms, but they assured us they had never witnessed anything like that.

"Or - " said Kian, "we COULD create our own Y. A. experience here!"  Kian
was again acting like he was joking, but sounded like he would be the first
to agree if someone suggested anything kinky.

Sarcastically, Nick said, "Whatta you mean, horny boy?"

"Aww, don't tell me that each of you doesn't think about it at least once in
a while!"

"Kee - - just stop!"  Said Nick with some annoyance, but still a slight
smile.

Then Gus shocked me.  "We could -- do our own things -- but all in the same
room!"

All the rest of our necks snapped toward Gus.  Nick looked mildly shocked.
Chris looked intrigued.  Kian looked positively gleeful.  I don't know how I
LOOKED, but - - I know how I felt!  A shot of adrenaline went through me,
and a shot of something else squirted out of somewhere else!  I tried to
hide that I felt that excited about the idea.  I WAS shocked that my Gus
suggested it!  Then my logical mind clicked in.

"I -- um -- well, that sort of leaves Chris without a partner."  I pointed
out.

"That's okay!"  Chris quickly responded.  "I could get off just watching you
guys!"  He stopped, but when no one else spoke, he added, "But I may give it
a little self help!  Hee hee!"

My dick squirted again at the thought of making love with my sweetheart
while watching live porn right in front of me.  I know how I felt that night
I watched Nick and Kian.  As if we had all agreed, Nick lowered the lights
and put on some rather grinding disco music.  Not my style, but it could
serve a purpose.

"Shall we bring up some beer?"  Kian said.

"NO!"  Nick said with stern finality.  I was surprised that Kian didn't even
pout.  He sat down on their bed and pulled Nick down on top of himself.
They kissed deeply and then stopped to look at the other three of us -- all
standing there, gawking.  We got a look from both of them so we invited
Chris to lay on our king sized bed with us.  It was plenty big enough for
all three of us and there were only two beds in the room.

When I sat down next to Gus, I whispered, "You're doing this for me, aren't
you?"

"I knew you wanted to do something, Baby."  He said.  Then he lay down and
pulled me down on top of him.  He reached up and gently pulled Chris down to
a spot next to us on the bed.  Some quiet moaning came from the other bed.
We looked over and Kian, wasting no time, was licking Nick's genitals.  Both
were already naked, and Nick looked our way.  That nerd winked at us in
between moans!  Gus stifled a laugh.  I then kissed his neck and he took a
sharp intake of breath.

I could see from the corner of my eye that Chris was stripping.  His warmth
made the hair on my arm stand up.  A little shiver went through me.  I could
still hear moans and other sounds coming from the other bed, but I was
looking into Gus's eyes.  I wasn't sure what I was seeing.  I whispered in
his ear, "Are you sure you are okay with this?"

"I'm okay with it!"  he said.  I wasn't 100% convinced.  "Baby, I want this
for you, and - - I really am kind of turned on by what's going on over there
-- and even right her next to us!"  It was obvious that Chris was slowly
stroking himself.

I studied Gus's face and his expressive eyes.  "Gosh, I love you, Dude!"  I
said.  He kissed me deeply.  We helped each other out of our clothes.

"You wanna do me, this time?" he asked me.

"Nope.  I want you in me."  He started to climb on top of me.  "Ummm -- but
let me be on top!"  I added.  He lay down again and I sat on his hips so our
dicks were touching and parallel.  He started to stroke both of us with one
hand.  I closed my eye and felt a wonderful feeling deep inside me.  All the
while I heard Chris slowly increasing the speed he was stroking himself.  I
was getting close, so I stopped Gus's stroking us and eased myself over his
rod and it slowly pushed open and through my sphincter and I let my full
weight down ad he went deep inside me.

I started to hump on his torso, slowly at first and as it felt better, I
went faster and faster.  Gus was at the same time stroking me, and I was
feeling like any time I could go off.  He must have sensed that, because he
slowed down.  I opened my eyes and looked over at the other bed.  Kian was
behind Chris, pushing about 6 -7 of his 12" into Nick.  Nick was grimacing a
bit, his mouth open and he was panting quickly.

That almost took me over the top, so I slowed Gus's stroking even more.  I
increased my humping him and he started to breath pretty hard.  I looked
over just in time to see Chris' semen spewing all over his front.  His neck
was stretched tight as his head was pointed up from his body.  His mouth was
open and he was making no more noise than some heavy breathing.  His face
was grimaced and then he turned and looked directly into my eyes.  He shook
his head slowly and smiled a little, then he looked at my dick as Gus
started again to go faster, as he kept stroking himself.  He then collapsed,
his chest heaving, next to us on the bed.

I was about to cum any second but it was okay, because I knew that Gus was
too.  He pushed me up and away from him and started to do all the thrusting
from below me, and he increased the speed of his stroking me.  I started to
gasp and closed my eyes.  He was already moaning loudly and I felt warm cum
shooting up inside me.  Just as I was about to explode, I felt a mouth on my
dick, stroking as fast as he was stroking with his hand before.

I let out a shriek and looked down to see that it was not Gus, but Chris
that was bobbing with all his might on my dick with his mouth and head.  I
actually wasn't thinking of the fact that Gus couldn't bend that way!  I
don't know, but I may have stopped him if I didn't see Gus pushing his head
and guiding it firmly down on me over and over.  From deep down inside me
rose a guttural cry and it seemed that my whole torso was draining --
exploding cum into Chris's mouth!

Gus was still thrusting his hard dick up inside me as I screamed out my
utterly indescribable feelings.  When I was finished, I fell down beside
Gus, and kissed him with what energy I had left.  Chris's face was lying on
Gus's tummy and Gus was stroking Chris's head and kissing me.

"Ohmigod that was -- pant pant -- incredible -- pant pant -- and -- pant pant --
did you see Nick and -- pant pant -- Kian?"  Gus said.

"No, but I've seen them before."  I said.  I wasn't as out of breath as Gus
was.  He was doing most of the work.  I felt something on my hand.  I looked
and Chris was sucking on two of my fingers.  When his breathing slowed a
bit, Gus said,

"Think that was memorable enough, guys?"  We all laughed.

"We are GONNA do that again when you get back!"  Said Nick.  I was
surprised, because he was the least interested in doing this in the first
place.

Notes:  Who needs notes at a time like this?  I thought that was good note
to end a chapter on!  Any comments are welcome. stevethomas535@hotmail.com
Thanks and love, Steve