Date: Tue, 30 Dec 2008 20:10:08 -0500
From: mark corlis <mcnc1966@gmail.com>
Subject: In The Blink Of An Eye Chapter 4 College Section

In The Blink Of An Eye

Copyright 2008 By Mark Corlis



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AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Thank you so much for the incredible responses to my story!  I have tried to
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Now I'm gonna shut up and get on with the show...



Chapter 4

I was frozen in place alright. Those eyes...those freakin eyes! Piercing
green like I'd never seen before! I got lost in them immediately. Even
though they were behind a pair of rimless lenses, their intensity was
mesmerizing. My trip into the eyes was short lived, though.

"Can I help ya hon?" a voice said. Guess I was busted again!

"Say something witty dumb ass," my brain was screaming. "Uh...Uh...I'm
Brandon," was the smartest thing my mind could come up with.

The face lit up with a brilliant smile. "Well hey hon! I've been expecting
ya. C'mon in and take a load off," Brian said. I moved in quickly before
another Einstein remark escaped my lips.

"I'm Brian," said Mr. Killer Eyes while extending his hand. "I'm really
pleased to meet ya finally. Your momma told me you'd be here soon, but she
wasn't sure exactly when."

Momma? Hon? Was this some new language I hadn't heard before?

 I took Brian's hand and shook it hard. I looked beyond those magical eyes
to see that he was almost my height. He had a head of neatly cut brown hair
with what looked like some blonde highlights in it. He was dressed in a red
t-shirt with jean shorts on. His body was pretty trim but not heroin model
thin. It even looked like there were small love handles above the shorts.
Light hair dusted his legs and arms. The loose shorts left me no hint what
the package was like, but I tried to guess anyway.  Problem was, I'd never
let go of his hand while taking all this in. Damn I was one smooth mutha!

"Uh, hon, I might need that back at some point," Brian said looking down at
his hand. Realizing my latest grand maneuver, I let go quickly. My skin temp
rose about 100 degrees in 3 seconds. If there was a mirror in sight, I'd bet
ya my whole body was tomato red.

Brian giggled lightly and put his hand on my shoulder. "Relax, hon. I'm not
gonna hurt ya." His touch immediately set something off inside me, but it
didn't start from my cock this time. My stomach actually had freakin
butterflies doing circles in it! What the fuck was my issue this time? I
exhaled slowly.

"I'm sorry man. You must think I'm the world's biggest schmuck. Let's just
start over again if ya don't mind," I said without looking up. Brian smiled
at me, lifting my face by the chin to make eye contact.

"Lemme show ya round hon," he said. Those damn eyes got to me again!

The apartment was set up with two master suites. Mine had a fully equipped
handicapped bathroom to assist me with my morning routine. I felt like a
total loser looking at all that shit, even though my bathroom at home was
the same way. Seeing it with Brian standing next to me was different,
though. I felt like less of a man immediately. He sensed my discomfort and
pulled me back into the main room. Our living room, dining room and galley
kitchen occupied the same space. A small patio was beyond the sliding glass
door at the back of the room. Not a bad place over all.

There was a knock at the door. Both of us stood motionless looking at each
other, wondering who was gonna rush over to answer. I was closer, so I
hobbled over and opened the door. David stood there holding every bag I'd
crammed in his car. I'd completely forgotten about him in my stupor.

"Holy shit, dude! I could've helped ya know," I exclaimed.

"I gotcha covered man," he replied. I grabbed two bags and led him into my
room. We dropped my shit and I made the introductions. David greeted Brian
warmly and made a bit of small talk. I got lost in the eyes again. David
picked up on this right away.

"Well, dude, I gotta jet and get checked in on campus. I'll call ya later
and see what's up. OK?"

"Sure man. I appreciate your help today and lemme know if I can return the
favor" I said. In my mind, however, I was saying "Sure asshole, leave me to
drown."

He gave me an evil grin and said "Well later then. Nice meeting ya , Brian.
I'm sure I'll see ya again soon."

"Look forward to it," he replied. With that, David turned and scurried out
the door. I turned and faced Brian, flashing half a smile. "Guess I better
put stuff away."

"Lemme help ya," Brian said. I refused but he wasn't buying it. Realizing I
wasn't gonna win this one, I reluctantly agreed. We started arranging my
room together. With his help, we made quick work of things. Conversation
finally started flowing freely.

I learned that he had lived his whole life in Western North Carolina. His
family owned a large horse farm that bred horses. As I saw it, he knew all
there was to know about horses. He was an only child raised by his father.
The parents had divorced when he was a baby. His father took life very
seriously, pushing his son to work and study hard. He was very tight lipped
when I asked about sports and social shit. I made a mental to get back into
that later. He was the valedictorian of his senior class and received a full
scholarship to attend USF. While tuition and books were covered, everything
else was his baby. He had taken care of an amputee relative for several
years, which gave him the skills needed to help me. The school had matched
us up, so his room and board were paid in exchange for taking care of my
crippled ass. At the time, I had no clue who paid him to baby sit me.

Brian's dad had a sister who lost her leg to diabetes. Having never been
married, she was left with no family except Brian and his father to help
care for her. Most of the duties fell to Brian, of course. He loved having
his aunt around. She was the closest thing to a mother he'd ever known,
lavishing encouragement and love on him whenever she could. Brian took
caring for her very seriously. Home health nurses came in and showed him the
proper methods for lifting his aunt and cleaning her wounds when necessary.
They also covered administering her wide range of medications. He absorbed
all the information like a sponge, hoping to do the best job possible. He
even took the time to read up on diabetes care on the internet, wanting to
take her care one step further. Without Brian's care, his aunt would have
passed long before she did. In the end, though, sickness overcame her and
she died peacefully with Brian at her side. He was determined to give
Brandon the same standard of care if not better.

While we put stuff away, he asked me a few questions, mostly about family
stuff. He seemed envious when I mentioned my sister. I suppose he might have
wanted a brother or sister, but I was jealous of his bull shit free life
growing up. I told him several stories about troubles my sister caused me,
but his expression never changed. Another uncomfortable moment came on fast.
What the hell was it about this guy?

Brian fidgeted a bit. He reached deep into his pocket and brought out his
Marlboro Reds. I laughed and took mine out too. Finally...common ground I
thought. We both lit up and smoked together like two Indians sharing a peace
pipe. Conversation about more little stuff resumed.

Once my room was finished, Brian suggested we order pizza. I agreed on the
condition he let me pay. He gave me a dirty look but agreed. I looked up the
number and ordered two large Sicilian pies with sausage. I put the bill on
the Discover Card mom gave me. She told me to charge anything I might need
while at school. I had no idea where the bill went, but I really didn't care
either.  "Charge it" was my new motto. The pizza and drinks we ordered
arrived shortly.

While we waited, Brian and I discussed what help I was gonna need. In my
mind, I needed no help. Having a Borg leg was my lot, so it was my job to
deal. Brian didn't see it that way. He came up with a billion scenarios
where I would fail. Every time I thought I was out, he would thrash me back.
I wasn't gonna win no matter what. So we compromised, which meant I
surrendered. Brian wasn't gonna help me much at first, but would be paying
close attention to see what I couldn't do for myself. It sucked but at least
I didn't have diapers to change or anything equally thrilling. I figured he
was gonna have an easy time with me. I was gonna show him what a big man I
was. I think he sensed it, so he was relieved when the food arrived.

We ate in relative silence, mostly talking about how the food was awesome.
He wasn't a big guy, but damn he could pack it away. The boy inhaled three
slices to my one! I wondered if all that energy was stored in his cock
because it sure as hell wasn't anywhere else! We, well mostly Brian, managed
to finish all but a few pieces of the pie. I leaned back on the couch, my
stomach like a brick. We both lit smokes and chilled. Soon, he looked over
at me and asked the question I'd been waiting for.

"How'd ya lose the leg?"

Lose...such a strange word for my amputation. It's not like I woke up and
realized I couldn't remember where I left my leg. I knew I held some of the
responsibility for what happened, but I felt some bitterness for what I knew
was outa my control. I decided to give the short version without smart ass
comments.

"I was driving down the road when a guy walked out in front of me. I slammed
the brakes on and cut the wheel damn hard. I missed the dude but pulled in
front of a semi truck cruising about 50. My wheels were crushed with me in
it. My leg, one kidney, and my future Boston Marathon trophy were casualties
that night. Eventually, I made it through OK and here I am now." Damn I was
proud. "Deflect with humor" I gloated.

Brian paused for moment. It was easy to see he wasn't amused. "What's so
funny about all that? I think you're god damn lucky to be alive and walking
at all. From what little your momma told me, you weren't in any shape to
drive. The fact you survived is a privilege, asshole. Don't ever take that
for granted again!"

I felt like a total idiot. Brian got up quickly and went to his room,
slamming the door. I was left alone to wallow in my sorrows. "What a great
fucking day" I thought. "I need ones like this all week long." Things had
not gone according to plan. I didn't plan on feeling anything around Brian.
He was the warden, for Christ's sake, an enemy to be beaten back. Now I
wasn't so sure what the fuck he was or what the hell I was now. I turned
into jello boy when we're together. Why? I didn't get it. I mean, I know his
eyes had a power over me. There was something else, though. Something I was
missing. For now, however, none of that mattered for shit. He barely knew me
and I'd pissed him off already. That's a record in the Brandon book. What to
do? What to do? Punt, I suppose.

I got up and made my way to his door. Summoning all the courage I had, I
knocked lightly. He answered right away.

"I'm an asshole," I blurted out.

"A major league asshole," he added.

"Look, dude, I wasn't trying to offend you or anything. I use humor because
it makes my situation seem less hopeless to me. I won't do it again if it
bothers ya."

Brian's face softened some. He seemed to take time to absorb what I'd said.
"I'm sorry too man. I have trouble accepting humor about serious things. I
think you should be thankful everything came out the way it did. I also
think we need to relax more around each other.  We've both been nervous
nellies today and I only know one way to shake things up. Let's ask each
other 3 questions. Any 3 questions we want, but all answers have to be
truthful. "

I nodded yes for some reason. My mouth went desert dry and my palms were wet
as hell. I was sure to be dead once this was done. Maybe not in a no heart
beat kinda way, but still killed. Oh well...I suppose it's gotta end
sometime.

"You go first, hon," Brian instructed me.

"Why did your parents get divorced?" I gave him an easy one to start on
purpose.

"Daddy says he caught momma cheating with one of the farm boys. He threw her
out that night and we never heard from her again. Rumor says she married
that farm guy and lives a happy life. All I know is daddy busted his ass to
raise me and run that farm by himself. I learned to help an amputee taking
care of my father's older sister. She was the closest thing I had to a
mother growing up."

"Pretty safe ground there," I thought." Time to ratchet the screws down a
bit."

"Did you leave a girlfriend behind in North Carolina?" I asked. The pressure
was on now!

Brian turned beet red and began to sweat a bit. "No. No girl at home." I
waited for a further answer, but one never came. Question 3 was the obvious
follow up. "Why not?"

He thought for a moment before replying. "I didn't want one. There were
better things to waste my time on. Daddy tried to fix me up with lots of
girls, always bringing them to the house or inviting them to sit with us
when we were out. I felt lots of pressure to excel at all I did so girls
weren't my top priority," Brian said. The last statement got Brandon
thinking. What was his top priority? What was it gonna be like living with
him for the next 4 years? Did he even know how to have fun at all? Before
Brandon could consider much, though, Brian piped up with his first question.

"So tell me why there's no girl in your life?"

Brandon immediately flushed. His mind raced a million miles per hour. "Below
the belt already" he mused. Not knowing where else to go, he decided to try
the truth.

"I had a girl all through high school. We were together for about 4 years. I
thought we'd be together forever. After the accident, though, she never came
to see me. I found out later that she dropped me because I was a broken man.
I used to think I'd be totally sunk when it ended, but I wasn't. I knew deep
inside that she wasn't the right one for me. Hell, no girl was gonna be
right for me ever.  It took losing part of my body to finally realize who
and what I was. You see, when it came down to it, I knew I was gay." Brandon
paused to let that sink in.

Brian's face changed little. It was obvious he was lost in thought,
digesting what he'd just heard.

"Is there a guy in your life then?" he asked.

"No, no guy either right now." Brandon told Brian all about Rick and the
events of rehab. All of the memories of Rick were like open wounds in
Brandon's brain. This wasn't lost on Brian so he quickly fired off question
3.

"Does your family know?"

Brandon took a deep breath. "Dad does. We had a brief talk about it, just
long enough for him to let me know he didn't care. I imagine he told mom but
she avoids the subject at all cost. David's the only friend I have left and
he definitely knows. No worries there!" A big smile came across Brandon's
face as he thought of how David had accepted him unconditionally.

Brian remained silent throughout Brandon's answers. The smile didn't go
unnoticed and he wondered what that was all about. It brought back
memories...memories he wasn't sure he was ready to face again.  He wanted to
be more honest with Brandon, they were gonna be living together for at least
4 years after all. But something held him back. College was supposed to be
the time where Brian finally lived the life he longed for. Why couldn't he
begin here?

As for Brandon, he sensed something was up with Brian. His eyes had taken on
an almost wistful quality, still stunning but hiding something beneath. He
wanted to speak but he just couldn't muster the backbone. "From the frying
pan to the fire" he thought. There had to be a way to ask the important
questions. Both boys were visibly relieved when the "Crazy Bitch" ring tone
on Brandon's phone went off.

"David" he smiled and answered the phone.

While Brandon was speaking, Brian took the opportunity to step into his
favorite flops and make a quick exit. He needed support right now and knew
his friend Laney was the one for the job. Luckily, she only lived a few
buildings over so the walk would be quite short. He lit a smoke and headed
toward Laney's.

Brandon noticed the fast exit but was too involved in conversation to
question it. He and David bullshitted for a while then decided to meet for
lunch after class. David was apparently settled in and turning in early for
the night. The conversation wrapped up, leaving Brandon to think. Why did
Brian just take off? Was he offended again? Bran rolled his eyes and decided
a shower was in order. He stripped down, waiting to remove the prosthesis
until the water was ready. He crawled under the scalding water and sat down
in his shower chair. For a few minutes, he went over the events of the day
in his head. He was confused about several things such as why Brian affected
him like he did. Brian seemed to be hiding things, like he was embarrassed
or some shit. He stared at Brandon as much as Brandon stared at him. Sighing
in frustration, he got down to the business at hand.

He grabbed his Nexus shampoo, squirting a generous amount in his hand.
Applying the shampoo to his scalp, he began to slowly massage it around. The
scalp was one of the most erotic zones on his body and his cock was
responding to the stimulation. Hot water cascaded over Brandon's pecs,
running down over his stomach and finishing up on his now totally hard cock.
Feeling the effect of his scalp massage, Brandon slowed his fingers. They
moved expertly through the tufts of hair, pulling lightly so his scalp
tingled. Every tingle on his head set off a twin tingle in his balls. He
thought back to hospital when the aides would wash his hair. It was almost
as good as jacking off. Not good enough today though. He rinsed his hair
clean and grabbed his cucumber shower gel. After applying a generous amount
to his crotch, he got his cock nice and lathered up. He stroked from the
base, slowly moving upward but never releasing any pressure. When he reached
the angry purple head, he would roll his thumb over the top, stopping to
push against the piss hole and open it up wide. Brian immediately came to
mind. Brandon thought about his body naked, particularly his flat stomach
and his hard nipples. He imagined taking a hard nub in his teeth, grazing
and nipping it softly, then sucking the whole thing in hard. He thought
about rolling the other one between his thumb and pointer finger, pinching
to the point that Brian's body would shudder in pleasure. Bran's own body
was starting to shudder, thinking of what he wanted to do to his new roomie.
He ran his left hand's middle finger through the soap suds and headed south.
Once his middle finger contacted his twitching hole, he ran it slowly around
the edge while lightly poking at the tight opening. Bran's lust increased
ten fold. He jerked his cock harder and faster. The image of Brian and him
now fucking hard caused a moan to escape his lips. The finger teasing his
ass hole, the hand pumping his rock hard shaft...it was all too much. The
first shot blasted high, following an arc that left his chin soaked. Three
more shots came rushing out leaving him breathing hard and lit up head to
toe. "Damn" he said to himself.

Bran cracked a smile and set about finishing his shower before the hot water
ran out. He noticed a new sore on his stump and cursed the constant chafing
caused by his peg leg. Carefully, he washed the sore and completed the rest
of his body. He dried off, shaved and put on his favorite pair of Hollister
sleep pants. He crawled into bed and began to think about Brian. How could
he make his fantasies become reality? With that thought, he drifted off to
sleep.

While Brandon was finishing his self pleasure, Brian climbed the stairs to
Laney's third floor apartment. He loved being around her, always laughing
and cheery by the time he left. He had met her in junior high school, a pre
pubescent ball of fire. Through the years, the only thing that grew bigger
than her mouth was her tits. They looked obscenely huge on her 5 foot 5
body. She always bitched about them but never seemed to mind the steady
stream of boys that knocked on her door. She loved Brian like a brother and
protected him from the bullies that seemed to find him daily. He chose her
to be the first person he came out to. Laney rolled her eyes and said "DUH!"
to his huge revelation. He expected nothing less.

Then he met Roger. Things changed rapidly for Brian. Roger and he were both
on their diving team, being assigned to perform synchronized diving
together. They were like two peas in a pod, soon hanging out together every
moment they could. After several months, the boys were completely in love.
Roger was much more secure in his body than Brian. He never denied being gay
when anyone called him "fag" or "fudge packer." Laney loved Roger to death,
but was completely shocked when they revealed their love to her. She worried
about Brian being outed. He was so love sick, though,  that he dismissed any
thought of being outed. Laney's fears became reality soon enough. One
afternoon, while at Roger's house, his younger brother came home early.
While Roger was out to his family, his relationship with Brian was a well
guarded secret. Climbing the stairs, his brother stopped at his door after
hearing strange sounds. Opening it slowly, he found the boys naked and Brian
sawing his rock hard cock into the willing Roger. The fear Laney had warned
him about became a reality that day. Roger's brother was two years younger
than Roger. They knew he would tell everyone possible and life as they knew
it was over. Roger offered to talk him, but held out little hope for
success. Roger's parents got involved. They were totally supportive of their
son and phoned Brian's dad hoping he would join with them in letting the
boys know they were behind them.

Brian's dad had no such intentions, though. It was a complete shock to his
system that he had a gay son. The whole event threw ice on their already
less than close relationship. When Brian arrived home that night, his father
told him he would support him through high school but then he was out. Brian
was devastated. The next two years, the two spoke no more than a few words
to each other daily. The house became like a self imposed prison for Brian.
Things at school degraded too. Roger's brother did as expected, telling
everyone who would listen what he saw. The bullies had new ammo and attacked
Brian viciously. Laney, and even Roger, tried to protect Brian, but they
couldn't be by his side all the time. Beatings became a regular thing,
leaving his body bleeding and bruised. Brian shut down completely. He broke
up with a very sad Roger and quit the diving team. He went straight home
after school, busting his ass on the farm. After completing his work, he
would make dinner for the men and study for several hours. He wanted someone
to notice his efforts, anyone to notice. It was all for nothing though. His
father stayed silent and his school mates continued the torture. The only
break he got was becoming valedictorian, even being heckled at the
graduation ceremony, and getting the full scholarship. This was where life
was supposed to turn upward.

With too many thoughts going through his mind, he reached the door and
knocked softly. Laney quickly answered and caught the look on Brian's face.

"C'mon in sweetie," she quickly said.

He noticed she was wearing her favorite pajamas, ones she'd had forever.
"You're dressed for bed...I can come back tomorrow," Brian said. He turned to
leave, but an insistent arm refused to let him leave.

"Get in here now god damnit!" Laney hissed. She pulled him in and deposited
him at the dining room table. Retrieving a bottle of wine and two glasses
from the kitchen, she joined Brian at the table. She poured two glasses and
put a large ashtray between them. After lighting one of her ridiculously
long smokes, she stared Brian down.

"So what's up baby?" she asked.

Brian lit a red then took a long, slow drag from it. "Brandon...that's what's
up."

Laney got a confused look on her face. "Who the fuck's Brandon?"

Brian continued. "Brandon, the new roomie, he and Roger...holy fuck I'm
done!" He hung his head and tears welled up in his eyes. Laney took his
hand, caressing the knuckles.

"He and Roger what baby?"

Brian realized her confusion and set about trying to clear things up.
"Brandon looks a little like him but when he speaks...god damn! He's got the
same accent and the same way about him. Every word he said brought it all
rushing back! The worst part..."  Brian hesitated slightly "...is he's gay
too. That's why I'm done. It's all gonna start again and I can't take it."
Brian had made a decision to stay alone for years if necessary and wasn't
ready for his plan to fail just yet.

Laney looked at him and smiled. "So you like him then?" She hoped the answer
was yes because it had been far too long for Brian to be closed off from the
real world.

"Like him? I don't even know him really. All I do know is that he scares the
fuck outa me!" Brian was terribly distraught but, deep inside, was the
slightest bit hopeful.

"Honey, you need to chill out. The past is the past and not ever gay guy you
meet is Roger. It's time, baby. You gotta get up on that stud and ride him
hard." Brian chuckled at the stud and ride references. He still wasn't sure
about all of this.

"Let's talk about anything but this," he begged Laney.

For the next couple of hours, the two best friends listened to music, killed
the bottle of wine, and smoked entirely too many cigarettes. Brian, as
usual, felt immeasurably better when he left.

He made the short walk back quickly and headed in the door. He saw Brandon
sleeping and noticed he left his bed side lamp on.  "I guess I should turn
it off for him," Brian thought. He approached quietly and heard Brandon
moaning in his sleep. He looked like an angel to Brian, so peaceful and
elegant.

Brandon started groaning in his sleep again with Brian watching. Looking
closer, he noticed that Bran was covered in sweat. Touching his forehead,
Brian pulled it back in shock.

"He's burning up!" Brian said out loud...



To Be Continued