Date: Tue, 25 Oct 2005 19:11:43 +0000
From: Steve Thomas <stevethomas535@hotmail.com>
Subject: Jamey is Gay, Ch 23

This is a work of pure fiction, but based on the author's feelings,
beliefs, and in some cases, experience.  Come to think of it -- it might
not be very pure either! 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:

James Thomas Arthur (Jamey)

Harold Brian Arthur -- Jamey's Brother (Habby)

Harold Garfield Arthur -- Jamey's dad

William Pitts -- Roommate (Will)

Ronny -- Will's best friend.

George Wiggins

Darrel -- George's roommate

Dr. Steve Jordan -- Doctor

Grant (Buddy) Windward -- Waiter at Holdren's

John -- Neighbor across the hall.

Jerry -- John's roomie

Robert Rexburg -- High school friend

Yolanda -- Robert's wife.

From Chapter 22

"I -- I -- don't want to hurt you any more!"  Said Steve.

"That's bull crap!  The only thing true in your letter was about you
trying to control everything.  And when you felt you lost control -- you
cut and ran!"

"Jamey -- you don't understand."

"I think I do.  I'm exhausted now.  I can hardly hold my head up.  So I
have to go to sleep.  I don't even have enough energy to cry!"  I said,
and then started to cry.  "When I wake up -- I hope you are there,
holding my hand.  Is that too much to ask?"

"I -- dunno, Jamey -- I just -- don't know."

Chapter 23

I was so exhausted from the energy that it took to tell Steve what I was
feeling, I felt like crying -- but I didn't -- yet.  Not for reals.
"If you care about me, you'll come back."  I said.

"Jamey -- I promised the hospital I'd be there in the morning.  I'm
about to board the plane."

"I -- guess -- you didn't really promise me anything -- did you?  Well,
I need to sleep now."   I said, and I hung up.  But - - I couldn't
sleep.  But one thing I never had any trouble doing was crying.  A nurse
came in.

"Mr. Arthur, do you need some pain medication?"  Offered the nurse.

"Some pain can't be stopped with medicine -- at least not that kind!"
I said bitterly.  "Maybe something that would help me sleep."  I said
wistfully, as I closed my eyes.  I felt the bed sag where the nurse sat.
He placed his hand on mine.

"The doctor didn't give any order for sleeping pills, sorry bud.  I
wish I could help.  But I'll be here in the ward for the next 6 or so
hours.  If I can do anything, you let me know."  His droning voice and
Portuguese accent was like a sleeping pill in itself.  He squeezed me
hand gently.  I looked up into the very sympathetic eyes of a dark haired
-- slightly graying, middle aged nurse.  He smiled.  "You'll be out of
here in no time, I'm sure."  He said and he patted my hand.  I smiled
and closed my eyes again.  Just the feel of another human being was
comforting.

I felt him get up and move toward the door.  I turned over and sleep
caught up with me.

When I awoke, it was very quiet and dark.  I was facing the wall.  I
opened my eyes and focused on some valves coming out of the wall.
Blinking myself further awake, I turned over and strained to see the
sleeping figure in the chair next to me.  Tears started to soak my pillow
as I recognized my sweet doctor.  Steve was slouched down in the chair,
his 350 dollar tropical shirt all crumpled up and twisted.  I felt my
groin.  It felt almost normal -- except for a very strong urge to pee.

I quietly swung my legs over the side, waiting for the pain, but there
was none.  I stood and started for the toilet, which was on the other
side of where Steve was sleeping.  I carefully avoided his feet and cast
off shoes in the dark.  I sat to pee, to stifle the noise, but then, not
thinking, I flushed the toilet.  It was a commercial type that swooshed
away the water in seconds, and with a crashing noise.  Steve woke up.

"Hi."  I said.

"Hi."

"Sorry I was such a baby on the phone."  I said.

"Not at all.  Jamey -- I have never dealt with anything like this
before.  I'm as new to it as you are.  Please forgive me for being such
an ass."

"I think there's enough need for forgiveness to go around."  I said.
"All I want now is to feel your touch, smell your skin, your breath, and
collapse in your embrace."

"You should write country songs!"  he chuckled, as he got up and pulled
me to him.  His long days odor was like a draught of ambrosia to my
hungry body.  Hungry for warmth -- the warmth that can only be felt from
a lover in love.  Hungry for his strength and support, I did collapse and
he carried me to the bed.  I pulled him down on top of me.

"Careful, baby, I don't want to squash you."

"I'm fine."  I said, as I crushed him in my arms.

Light came from the room door.  "I see you are feeling better, James."
The sweet nurse said.  Can I get either of you anything?"

"Got any decaf?"  said Steve.

"Coming up!  And you, James?"

"Naw, I have water here.  Still no sleeping pills?"

"Sorry, no.  But this hydrocodone might help if you tell me you have
some pain."  He smiled.

"No -- thanks."

"I'll be right back with that decaf."

Steve stayed with me -- on the bed -- for a couple hours.  The nurse woke
us when it was his shift change to tell us Steve should get off the bed.
"It's not really allowed, but - "

"Thanks."  We said in unison.  Steve sat back in the chair.  "Wish
I'd accepted that bed when the doctor offered it."

The hospital fed both of us breakfast, and Dr. Wilkins came in.  "The
lab tests don't show anything major.  A little blood in the urine, but
that's to be expected with the trauma you sustained to your groin.  That
should go away in a day or so.  You're good to travel as far as I am
concerned.  But -- the police still want to ask you some more
questions."

We called the inspector and then took a cab to the police station.

"What was your relationship with Mr. Rexburg before the altercation."
  He said, as he interrogated me in a soundproof, glass room.

"I went to high school with him."

"Were you friends there?"

"I'd hardly call us friends.  We knew who each other were."

"Had he been drinking the morning he attacked you?"

"I don't know.  Don't you?"

"I'll be asking the questions here, Mr. Arthur!  You couldn't smell it
on his breath?"

"He didn't rape me with his mouth!"

Ignoring this, he asked me about the night before: "Your boyfriend said
he assaulted you the night before."

"Yes.  He pushed me into a bathroom and closed and locked the door.  I
tried to act like everything was okay, but he was noticeably drunk that
night.  I started to pee in the toilet and he came over and hauled out
his gargantuan penis and started to spray it everywhere but in the
toilet."

"On purpose?"

"I dunno.  He was laughing at a joke he made."

"Joke?  About what?"

I turned red, then answered.  "The size of my dick!  His is so big --
and - - well, mine's no whopper anyway, but in comparison to his, it was
- - pretty small.  Anyway,"  I said eager to move on from that subject,
"While he finished his pee, I left the bathroom."

"His wife said he told her that you put him to bed.  Did you do anything
to encourage him -- at that time?"

"I'm surprised he even remembered it.  He was drunk -- so drunk he
passed out as I helped him in to door.  He had fallen into the pool and I
pulled him out.  We were both soaking wet.  I helped him out of his wet
clothing and put him to bed."

The inspector got a sneer on his face.  "And -- did you like doing
that?"  I gave him a dirty look.

"I just covered him up and then went back to our room."

"You mean -- yours and you gay boyfriend's room?"  Again, the sneer.

"Mine and Dr. Jordan's room -- yes."

"Can you think of any reason he would attack you as he did?"

"I dunno, but he seemed to have some deep hate for gays -- and also
maybe some latent homosexual tendencies himself."

"Why do you say that?"

"Some thing he said to me tipped me off than I wasn't his first
experience."

"What was it he said to you that gave you that impression?"

"He said that he learned a long time ago that gay guys give good head."

"Head?"

"That we -- er -- they know how to suck a dick!"  I said in disgust.

"Is that true -- in your opinion?"

"Off the record, inspector?"

He leaned up close to me. "Yes -- off the record."

"Off the record - - Fuck You!"

He sprang back, looked around at the others outside the glass who could
not hear -- then he roared with laughter.  "Good Answer!"  He said.
"Okay, for your info, he did have a high alcohol content in his blood,
as well as tested positive for meth.  I apologize for anything that I
said that was embarrassing or insulting.  I wanted to get a full feel for
what was going on when he attacked you.  You seem to have conducted
yourself in the only way you could have, under the circumstances. Even
though you finally called my bluff, you seem to be as level headed as
they come -- for a kid."  He saw my dismal look at that last comment.
"Oh!  No!  I mean -- for anyone -- but especially for a k -- er -- young
man!  I'm impressed."

"Thanks."  I said, not very gratefully.  "Are we free to go home
now?"

"Yes, but I hope that you may be able to come back if we need you at the
trial."

We got up and joined Steve.  We took a cab to a different hotel.  A much
fancier one.  We both were quiet during the ride.  When we got into the
lobby of the hotel, Steve asked if I was hungry.

"O gosh yes -- and -- do you think I dare go in the water again?  This
heat suddenly is really oppressive."

"How about the pool?"

"I hate chlorine.  You can go with me again -- in the ocean.  Do you
think it would be okay?  I feel fine -- well almost normal."  Steve
smiled.  "Okay"  I said,  --  " I know I'll never be `normal'- "

"I HOPE not!"  Steve laughed.  "Well, if you really want to go back in
the ocean, I'll stay close to you.  Just take it a little easy in
there.  But first some nourishment."

We walked to the dining room.  They were just starting to serve lunch.
"Steve, I think I should change into something a little nicer to eat in
here."  I said, self conscious at seeing the other patrons.

"Naw!  You're okay!  See?  There's another couple dressed casually."

"Everyone's dressed casually.  I just feel like a peon in these clothes
I brought from home.  I'm not THAT hungry.  I'd like to change into
some of the clothes you bought me."

Steve smiled.  "Well, I am pleased you like my choice of clothes.  Heh!
You're like my own private dress-up doll!"  He giggled.

"You're goofy!"  I said, laughing.  We went to our room.  When he
opened the door, I gasped.  It was at the top of the hotel.  Well, to
call it a room would not be correct.  It was a suite.  I looked at him in
amazement.

"Hey! It's all they had at the last minute!"  His smile belied his
statement.  "I wanted it to be special, Baby Boy."

It had 12 foot ceilings and a full wall of windows.  The curtains cleared
the windows completely, so that the view was rooftop, then the ocean
forever looking one direction and a distant view of the beach the other.
There was no reason to close them, because there was really nothing close
-- unless a helicopter would fly by.  "As long was I'm changing
clothes, I want a shower!"  I said.  I stripped my clothes off and
headed in the direction of where I supposed the bathroom was.  Wrong!  It
was a fully stocked kitchen and dining room.  "Where's the damn
bathroom?"  I hollered.

"Guess it must be over here."  Steve said.  "I haven't been up here
yet either.  This is amazing!  I've never been in a hotel suite like
this!  Oh, wow!"  He said.  "I found the bathroom!"  He hollered.

I joined him in a room the size of most hotel rooms.  It had a large
walk-in shower -- big enough for most ball teams -- and it had a hot tub
big enough for both of us, with a flat screened TV mounted on the wall.

After a long whistle, Steve said, "Or - - we could just stay in here for
the rest of the week!"

"The rest of the week?"  I exclaimed.  "I can't - "

"Just kidding!  This is only for tonight.  We fly back first thing in
the morning."

Everything was so beautiful!  Why did I feel something was not quite
right?  I stepped into the shower.  As I was studying the controls,
Steve's arms came around me.  "You look so good!"  He said, caressing
my nipples.  That immediately shot an electric charge to my soldier.  I
reached back and found his and it was swelling fast too.  I turned in his
arms to face him.

"You look pretty hot yourself!"  I said, looking into his eyes.  I
looked down between us.  Our soldiers were already caressing each other.
The generous hair on his legs was standing on end.  I noticed for the
first time that it was a little cold in our room.  I shivered.

Steve stepped out and turned on the heat lamps. And I found the hot water
mixer.  It was instantly warm, so I adjusted it to moderately hot.
"Perfect!"  Said Steve, as he joined me.  There were shower heads at
several locations vertically, so Steve found how to turn them all on.
There was another valve.  He turned it and water poured down from several
shower heads in the ceiling.  There was water coming at us from every
direction.

"I gotta pee, Steve!"

"Perfect timing!  Me too!"  We both let it go as we kissed
passionately, the sheets of water washing the pee off as soon as it came
out. "Gosh that felt good!"  Steve added.  He grabbed my wet butt and
pulled me closer.  His hands massaging my wet butt felt like heaven, as
we continued to kiss.  I returned the favor and he moaned.  My soldier
felt like it wouldn't take much to make it release its serum.

His finger ventured near my anal sphincter.  I relaxed it as much as
possible.  He pushed gently, and my first reaction was to clench it, but
I breathed fast and relaxed it, and it went in.  He began a slow plunging
in and out with his finger.  As he did this, our bodies were undulating
together enough to give a lot of sensation to our soldiers.  He picked me
up and I held on to his neck with my arms and wrapped my legs around
him.  That opened me up more and the more he finger fucked me, the more
relaxed I became.

He paused for a moment and coated his soldier with hair conditioner.
Then he gently lowered me onto it, it easily pushing past my relaxed
sphincter.  It went in to the hilt, but he couldn't do any thrusting in
this position.  As if by common consent, he lowered me to my feet, kissed
me deeply and I turned around.

I pushed my butt out to him and he again entered me -- this time from
behind.  "This is your first time -- right?"  I said.

"You know it is, sweetheart."  I believed him.  He stared to thrust up
and in and taking it out.   His hands were around my waist, one on my
tummy and the other stroking my own soldier.  He went slowly for a long
time, the water continuing to pour down on us.  I was in heaven, and
building my steam.  He was too, as I felt him breathing harder and heard
him start to moan louder and louder.

I erupted first, and I let go with wild abandonment, screaming out my
ecstasy.  This put Steve over the edge and he started to groan, then take
huge gasping breaths.  He stifled his screams to loud moans as I felt his
hot nectar shoot deep inside me.  I felt faint and almost collapsed.  In
his condition, he could not support both our weight, so he slowly lowered
us to the floor of the shower.  We lay there, panting and our hearts
beating hard, as the warm water poured down on us.

As we started to gain some measure of out strength back, he said, "God,
I love you, Jamey!"  I felt the same way, but didn't say it.  In the
back of my mind I knew how this kind of experience skews reality.  I
didn't want to spoil his first experience.

"I -- I know.  It was incredible, wasn't it?"  I hoped that would
suffice.  He smiled.

As we continued to lay in the shower, water coming from every direction,
he said, "Still hungry, sweetheart?"

"More than ever, but -- can we just call for room service?"

"You were reading my mind! We'll go to that restaurant tonight for
dinner."

We turned off all the water and dried off with thick Egyptian towels.  We
put on the virgin-white, thick terry robes hanging on the wall, and
ordered lunch to be delivered.  As we waited for it to be delivered,
there was an uncomfortable silence.  I finally turned on the plasma TV on
the wall.  Steve turned it back off.

"Jamey, I think -- I think we need to talk.""

"Oh?"  I said, as if I didn't know exactly what he was talking about.

He took my hand and led me to the table and pulled out a chair for me to
sit.  I did.  He sat on the other side of the table.

"Jamey -- that -- in the shower -- was the most incredible and wonderful
thing that's ever happened to me -- in my life.  I've never felt such
intense love or feeling of any kind for anyone else -- ever."

"Uh-huh."  I said.

Tears came to his eyes.  "Sorry, but that's how tender my feelings are
right now.  Jamey, I said I loved you -- and I never meant it more in my
life -- as I did in the shower a few minutes ago.  I guess -- I guess --
I was a little -- no a LOT -- disappointed when you couldn't say it back
to me.  Did I -- um -- did I do it -- or -- something -- wrong?"  Tears
were pouring down his face by this time.  I felt me eyes were wet but no
tears were falling.

"I -- I - " I started.  That's when the tears started to roll down my
cheeks.  "Steve, how many guys have you had sex with?"

"You know you're the first, Jamey!"

"I don't mean anal sex.  How many have you ever done anything sexual
with?"

"One -- you."  He said, looking crushed that I even had to ask.
"Well, besides myself!"  he said, smiling through his tears
momentarily.

"Well -- I wish I could say the same.  I've had sex with Will, John,
Jordy -- whom you don't know -- and of course -- Grant -- and if you
count it -- Buddy.  It was different sex with each one ranging from
mutual masturbation to full on anal sex.  That only occurred with Grant
-- at least I THINK it was Grant!"  I said, searching Steve's eyes for
some sign of understanding.  "Anyway -- every time I did it with any of
them, I felt this intense love for the guy that was getting me off.  I
have learned not to trust my feelings of love during those events."

"The event is over, Jamey, and I still feel the same."

"You know what, Steve?  So do I.  But what I really go by is the
feelings I had before the act happened."

"Oh."  He said, looking somewhat crestfallen.  "And how did you feel
then?"

"Truth?"  I asked.

"Of course!"  He said, a little annoyed -- maybe more distressed,
worried and -- hurt.

"Steve, even though you came back -- your letter to me -- and your
reaction to my phone call -- really hurt me -- a lot.  I felt so much
love earlier -- intense love -- what I thought could possibly be forever
type love.  But - - I felt crushed -- empty -- more than when Will died
-- when I thought you left me.  Steve, I know that nothing would drive me
to do anything stupid to myself, but -- I still wanted to die for a few
hours."

Steve came over and knelt in front of my chair.  He hugged my ankles.
"Oh Jamey -- my dear sweet baby boy!  I - "  I could feel my feet
getting soaked.  He turned my chair to face him and hugged my legs even
tighter, and lay his head aside my thigh.  "Jamey, I didn't mean
anything -- I mean -- I was thinking only about myself I guess.  I felt
more out of control than ever in my life.  All I could think to do was
run!  The rest of my life has been so perfectly ordered.  That's the way
I like it.  That's the way I want it.  I - - I - - oh God, Jamey!"

He started to blubber like a baby, kissed my thigh, and continued kissing
down my leg to my feet.  He bathed my feet in his tears and then curled
up in a ball on the floor, still hugging my feet.  He whispered between
gasps, "ple- please -please -- for -- for -- for-give me!"

I stood, then reached down and pulled him up and led him to the bed.  I
pulled back the white comforter-type bedspread, and then the sheets, and
lay him down.  He rolled up into a fetal position again.  I took off both
our robes and spooned him, kissing his back and neck.  "It'll be okay,
Baby.  It'll be okay."  I said.  It struck me how our positions had
changed.  Now he was the baby boy -- and I was the -- well -- more
experienced one, at least.

There was a knock at the door.  I at first ignored it.  "Room
service!"  came the announcement from outside.  I ran to the outer room
and opened the door, forgetting that I was completely nude until my hand
pressed on the door handle.  I opened the door a crack.  "Your lunch
sir."  Announced the young bell boy.  He pushed open the door and pushed
the cart in.  He looked at me once, then looked away, smirking.

He stood there looking out the expansive window for a moment.  "OH!
Just a minute!" I said.  I ran into the other room, threw on one of the
robes and said, "Steve!  Where -- I mean -- the boy's waiting for a
tip."

He said, "In my pants -- there's a money clip.  Give him a ten."  I
did as he asked and rolled the cart into the room.

"I'm not very hungry."  Said Steve.

"Well, I'm starved!"  I said.  "At least come and sit with me.  Put
on your robe."

I led him into the dining room.  I set the table with the china and cut
glass crystal ware that was on the cart.  There was wine, cold cuts,
sliced apples and several kinds of cheese under one lid.  There was what
turned out to be lobster stew in a fine china tureen.  And there was the
most delicious macaroni and cheese I've ever eaten in another casserole
dish.  I Sat him down and started to eat from the cheese plate first.  He
took a piece of apple then some cheese, and his appetite seemed to return
in some measure.

He ate moderately while I stuffed my face.  He couldn't look me in the
eye.

"Steve -- may I say something?" I asked as if I had not said enough
already.

"Yes"  he almost whispered.

"It's okay," I said.  "Its okay, Steve.  It's okay not to be
perfect.  It's okay if sometimes things get screwed up -- and - - it's
okay if you are the reason they get screwed up -- sometimes.  Think how
I'd feel if it was always my fault -- or -- if one of us felt he always
had to MAKE it the other's fault."

Steve looked at me in the eyes for the first time since we sat at the
room table.  "That's how it was with my parents.  No matter what
happened -- it was always my mother's fault.  I mean my dad always
turned it around as if it was.  And she accepted that.  Both my sister
and I saw what was happening and were determined we would never do that
to -- DAMN, Jamey!  I have become my dad!"

He hit his head with his hand.  "Jamey -- I was just a few minutes ago
trying to justify a way that this whole mess was not my fault!  That's
my dad to a tee!"  He looked at me with bewilderment.  "I don't
honestly know why you are still here with me!"

"Well -- I'm kind of trapped here!"  I THOUGHT.  But I had sense
enough not to say it.

"So -- why ARE you still here?" he asked.

"Because when all is said and done -- I'm still here because I love
you.  I wouldn't have let you make love to me -- unless I loved you."
I said simply.

"You make it sound so simple!"

"Well, I've given it a lot of thought.  It bothered me a lot that you
seemed to be trying to buy me -- with all the expensive -- well,
everything.  But the thing is -- I have decided that's just your
lifestyle, and most of all -- in the end it doesn't mean anything,
because I love you -- and loved you -- before you ever gave me
anything."

"Omigosh Jamey!  You have to be one in a million!  What other 22 year
old ever thought of the things you come up with?"

"I'm only 20, Sweetie, but if it makes you feel better, I'm almost
21."  I grinned.

"I'm trying to forget that!"  He said.  "But I guess if I'm gonna
start dealing with reality -- I guess maybe that's one of the first
things I have to accept.  If you can accept that I'm old enough to be
your father -- then I should be able to accept that you're -- as young
as you are!"

"But - " I said with a grin, "Is it still okay if I get to be the dad
sometimes?"

"Well, as long as we're dealing with reality -- it seems that's the
way it's gonna go anyway -- Daddy!"

"We can dispense with that!"

"What?  I kind of liked it when you called me Daddy."

"Okay, but it freaks me out if you call me it!"  I said.

He looked deeply into my eyes and extended his hand across the table.  I
gave him mine.  "I love you so much!"  He said, with so much feeling!

"I believe you this time -- and accept that as reality."  He looked
hard at me.  I continued.  "and I love you too."  He smiled and his
eyes glistened.

He looked out at the ocean.  "Did you really mean it about staying in
here, or do you still want to go swimming?"

"Um -- it was YOU that wanted to stay in here -- all week if I remember
correctly!  But yes, I still want to go swimming?"

"In the ocean?"

"Yes -- in the ocean.  Actually I just want to sit in the surf a little
-- not really swim.  Get lots of salt and sand on me so we can have a
good reason to wash it all off again!"  I giggled.

We ate some of the food that was there and put the rest away, then got
our swim shorts on and went out to the beach.  It was still hot, but
there was a cool breeze, so it felt wonderful to dip in the almost
lukewarm water -- it was still cooler than the air.  We played in the
surf for about 40 minutes.

"Okay, son -- time to get out!"  He said.  "No -- don't look at me
with those pouting eyes.  You don't get to get sick again before we go.

This time we hit our private, in-room hot tub.  We ran the water at 100
degrees, so it was very comfortable for us, with the room air at 75.  The
Jacuzzi was very quiet, but it still out-blared the TV.  So we just had
to entertain ourselves.  Well, actually he entertained me and vice
versa.  I found out how fun it was to suck my sweetie under water.  Him
too.  I didn't even attempt what he did though.  He got me off and
swallowed it all -- under water -- with out choking.  Not that I have
anything that would choke anyone!

When he was close, I pulled up his butt and sucked his soldier dry above
the water.  When finished we ran to the shower and rinsed and washed off.

After a mid-afternoon nap, we dressed in our best island clothes, both of
us in long linen pants and coordinating but not identical silk shirts.
The hotel left samples of an expensive looking cologne, "séxûal" which
we tried -- and liked!  All through dinner we had eyes for no one but
each other.

Not that we didn't notice the cute waiter with the tight fitting black
pants.  But we both looked and smirked to each other.  It just made us
hornier for our "dessert after the dessert".   I never had cherries
jubilee before, but we both decided again, that was the extent of the
alcohol we wanted. We didn't want to dull our senses in any way!

I said it seemed unreal that I could be back in school tomorrow.  Steve
reminded me that we would not be home in time for anything but dinner.  I
relaxed again.

Monday night was about the least exciting night on the island. Well, at
least the good type of excitement.  We had more than our share of bad
excitement.  After dinner we took off our shoes and walked down to the
water's edge.  We rolled up our pants and walked for a long time.  He
told me a little more about his parents and the strictly controlled
environment he grew up in.

Steve tried to be the perfect son.  His sister rebelled.  She stayed out
as long as she dared, and slept with every guy -- desirable or not --
just to "show" Dad she could and show mom it could be done.  Steve
tried to compensate for his sister's delinquency.  He did everything he
was supposed to -- except one thing:  he never dated girls.  His father
teased him about it, but Steve was always too busy getting excellent
grades.

The closest he ever got to doing anything with a girl was when he was 10,
he and a neighbor girl played -- wouldn't you know -- doctor.  They both
took turns "examining" each other.  This was met with swift and severe
punishment from Steve's mom.  I told Steve that did that once, and my
dad made me take a nap, and I woke up to the smell of waffles!  Dad had
felt bad that he punished me for something as natural as looking with
curiosity at a girl, so he made me my favorite "breakfast" even though
it was dinner time.

Steve said he wanted so much to touch other guys while he was in medical
school.  It would have been so easy at times.  Once in the one semester
of CPR they made him take, they were supposed to practice mouth to mouth
with another doctor.  He chose a girl on purpose, even though he was
aching to do it with a particular male student.  But the "perfect" boy
would not do that!

Funny thing is -- the girl gave him some tongue.  He said it almost made
him chuck his lunch!  I laughed at that, but told him I understood.

It was totally dark by the time we were ready to go back to our room.
There was a nearly full moon and the stars were spectacular.  We stopped
many times along the beach to kiss and hug.  When we got back to our
suite, the 12 foot floor to ceiling wall of windows was the perfect
backdrop for our super romantic last night in Bermuda.

We didn't do the bath or shower thing again, but we just washed each
other's feet.  He buried his nose in my pubic hair as he massaged each
muscle and tendon of my feet.  When my soldier reacted, he nuzzled it
gently with his heavy shadowed face -- just enough to get it extra
sensitized.

We put on some romantic music and lay on the bed and cuddled for over an
hour, both of us straining with all we had to hold our ardor for a very
special climactic end.  His nose in my neck or on my nipple  was almost
too much to take, but on the other hand, it felt so good to bury my face
in his neck or run my tongue around and in to his navel.

When we both determined -- at the same time -- that it was time, he laid
me out on my back.  "But, Steve -- it's my turn to - "

"Shhh -- I have an idea."  He said and kissed my waiting mouth.  He
sucked on my soldier for a long time, not enough to get it off, but just
enough to keep me at an almost insane point of excitement.  Then he lubed
it up and got on top of me and slowly lowered himself down on top of it
-- and me.  He was facing me, so his larger soldier was bouncing as he
picked up speed taking me into him from the top.

I finally grabbed hold and started to jack him off as he slid on and off
mine.  I jacked faster and he started to look almost panicky.
"sweetheart, it's not -- I mean -- it's your turn to - "

"I need to get into it more, though"  I said.  So I started to thrust
from below, meeting his strokes with my own.  Finally I pushed him up and
held him while I did all the thrusting from below.  All the while my
other hand kept jacking him in time with my own thrusting.  He started to
breath faster and then to moan, which got me started on my own orgasm.  I
slowed down both and they reacted accordingly.

Steve leaned over to kiss me and I almost slipped out - but I didn't.  I
then started thrusting and jacking with all I had.  As soon as he started
to go, I told him to let it out:"  "Scream it Steve!  Let it go!"

He moaned a little louder, but that was enough to bring me to full tilt.
I didn't hold back, I screamed out with a loud guttural yell that shook
the room.  When I was finished my little soldier easily slid out and he
lay down on top of me, and we turned to our sides and kissed deep and
long.  Both of us were tired from a long day and exhausted from a wild
ride, so we fell asleep in the same position we were kissing in.

We got a wake up call at six.  "Oh crap!"  he said, "We didn't need
to wake up this early."

"No, but since we are awake, lets make good use of our extra time!"  I
said.

"What did you want, sweetheart -- your choice this morning."

"Two things.  I want you on top -- again, but I want you to fuck me.  I
mean really hard -- like we started to do our first night.  Then when you
cum, I want you to scream out like I've been doing!"

"I just am not comfortable doing that." He said.

"Duh!"  I said.  "Steve, we're here on our last morning in a hotel
we'll probably never visit again -- and if anyone can hear you -- which
I doubt -- you'll never have to think about facing them -- ever.  Just
do it."

He said, "We'll see."

"That's not good enough.  I know how much I'll love it if you can get
off that hard."

"I feel plenty good when I cum.  I don't see - "

"No -- but you will see!"

He wanted to brush his teeth first.  "Your breath is fine.  How's
mine?"  He smelled it then kissed me.

"You're good.  But I gotta pee first."

"No you don't, you didn't even wake up with wood!"  I said.  "Stop
making excuses.  I'm NOT gonna forget!"  I laughed.

He grinned and lubed me up good, then lubed himself up.  He kissed me
again, then I lifted my legs over his shoulders.  I willed myself to
relax and the head popped in with no trouble.  He pushed the rest slowly
in, again checking my eyes for my reaction.  I smiled, even though it
hurt a little.  He buried it and I grimaced a little.  He pulled it back
out and then looked at me and I nodded again.  He pushed it in -- it was
a little easier this time.  It hurt when he bottomed out again.

"You want me to take shorter strokes, sweetheart?  It looks like it
hurts."

"It does, but I like the pain.  Just keep going faster."  I said

He increased in speed and that made him quickly come to an increased
intensity.  But he still was watching my eyes for pain.  I said,
"STEVE!  Go faster  - HARDER, Harder still!  POUND my ass, baby - POUND
it!"  He crossed his threshold and he started to groan.

"Harder!  FASTER!  DEEPER, STEVE!  LET ME HAVE ALL YOU GOT!"

"I'M - " he started, then started to cry out.  He stopped himself --
his voice freaked him out.

"SCREAM IT, STEVE!  DAMMIT! SCREAM -- HARDER, DEEEPER, FASTER!"

He finally lost it -- or maybe found it , and started to scream.  His
thrusts were savage, and his voice took on an animalistic sound.  I kept
telling him to pound my ass harder, but I probably didn't need to.  But
it helped me come to my own conclusion.  Before I knew it I too was
screaming and using my legs to pull him in deeper if that were possible.
The pain was intense and electrifying ^Å and erotically charged with an
excitement that I never felt before.

When we were finished, he collapsed on top of me and both of us were
gasping for air and our hearts were pounding out of our chests.  He bit
my neck but not hard enough to break the skin.  When he did that, I
jammed my thigh into his crotch, and he clasped it with his legs, and
clasped me with his arms. And then kissed me with all he had.

"Oh my god, Jamey!  I had no idea!  I had no -- way of -- knowing how -
how -- Oh my god! That was more than I ever knew was -- was -- was even
possible!" he said between gasps, as we both tried to catch our breath.

"I - - know - - I -- know, Steve!  I -- KNOW!"  He slid off me but our
bodies remained in full contact beside each other.

"Jamey - - I -- know this isn't the time, but -- omigod, I love you
right now!"

"Me too, Steve, me too.  And I say that knowing I mean it because -- I
knew it before we -- started -- this."

"Damn, Jamey!  I know we have to get up and to the airport, but -- I
just want to stay here with you all damn day."

I grinned, half hoping, but knowing that the longer I was gone, the
harder it would be to catch up.  I jumped on top of him and wrapped as
much of my body as possible around his naked, sticky body.  We kissed
deeply and passionately.  My soldier was responding again.  Steve laughed
and went down and quickly got me off one more time before we hit the
shower.  When we got out of the shower and dried off, I ran to the front
room before I got my clothes on.  "Steve!  Come here!"

"Okay, just let me get my underwear on."

"NO!  Come here just the way you are!"  I commanded.

"Jamey, we can't -- we don't have time to clean up again!"

"Just get out here, Cutie Pie!"

He came out looking too good to be true, with his thinning wet hair and
fluffed up leg hair.  He hadn't shaved yet, so his shadow was deep, and
as the morning light coming in the window hit his form, with the deep
darkness as a backdrop, he looked like something out of a 1940's black
and white movie.  Well, okay, maybe a porn movie, but --

"Come over here."  I said  He look suspiciously at me but haltingly
walked to me.  I grabbed his hand and pulled him to the full height
window.  With both of us stark naked, right in front of the window, 10
stories above the beach, I wrapped myself around him and kissed him for
all of nature to see.

"You're a goon!"  he said.  "But such a loveable goon!"  He grabbed
my butt and pulled me up closer and our tongues frolicked between our
mouths.  We looked down and an ant sized guy on the beach was looking up
at us, his fists lifted high in the air, and his thumbs up!  I broke
apart and following my lead, we both bowed deep from the waist, then
broke up laughing.



The five hour trip home was not bad.  We were the only two in first
class, and so our flight attendant had it easy.  Joey was our servant for
½ day, and was cheerful and supportive.  He only excused himself once to
go back to help with the meal service and once to step into the cockpit.
What Joey and the pilot didn't realize was the sun coming through the
cockpit windows cast a perfect shadow of them kissing on the panel just
outside the door.

That sparked a kiss from Steve, and as we were getting into it, Joey
returned.  "Romantic weekend?"  He said.

"It had its moments!"  Said Steve, smiling.

"Where did you stay?"  he asked.

I shrugged.  "Fairmont Hamilton last night -- the penthouse."

"No SHIT!??"  He said, then, "Oh! Sorry!  I mean wow!  I bet that was
nice.  The airline puts us up in group rooms at the economy choice of the
week."

"Do you ever get to stay with him?"  I said pointing to the cockpit.
Joey blushed.

"Nobody's supposed to know about us."  He said.

"Well, obviously the co-pilot knows!"  I said smiling.  "After seeing
you two just a moment ago -- and by the way that's what inspired us to
the scene you witnessed as you came in here."

"Bill IS the co-pilot -- or first officer.  The pilot was reclined with
his eyes closed.  No, we don't get to stay together very often.  But
once in awhile."  Joey said excitedly.  Then he darkened, and
whispered,   "Bill's married.  Got a little girl.  But I don't care.
He's the first guy I ever -- um -- was close with."

"And -- you only see him when you fly together?"  Steve said.

"Aren't you afraid that it might mess up his marriage?"  I asked.

Joey got really serious.  "I worry about it all the time.  My problem is
I am getting more and more attached to him, but I don't know if he's
that serious about me.  I don't think he is.  I know he's bisexual, and
I'm afraid he has others -- girls -- that he sees when I'm not here."
He suddenly looked crestfallen.  "I'm sorry!  I don't even know why I
told you all that!"

"There is a reason for everything."  Steve said.  "Where do you
live?"

"Long beach -- in a condo on the Marine Stadium."

"And Bill?"

"Oh, he lives in Orlando."  He said glumly.  "But look, I'm not here
to depress you.  I'm sorry you saw -- whatever you saw.  We could get
fired for it."

"No worries about that, Joey, but -" Steve started.

"How old are you, Joey?"  I asked.

"22."

"You need to get away from Bill."  Said Steve.

"I don't know anyone else -- like me.  I wouldn't even know where to
go to meet someone.  And besides -- I love him."

Steve and I looked at each other and shook our heads.

"What?"  Said Joey.

"How long have you known Bill?"  I asked.

"Six months."  We looked at each other again, with arched eye brows.

"WHAT??"  Joey said again.

"Well,"  Steve started, "After that long, I can imagine that you do
feel some love for him - "

"- but you need to get out before you get hurt too badly."  I said.
"I know a guy who you might like to meet."

"Who's that?"  Said Steve.

"You've never met him.  His name is George -- Jordy."

"Oh yeaaaahhh.  You mentioned him yesterday!"

"I did?"

"Yeah.  You were enumerating - "

"Oh Yeah!  Okay then!  Anyway, he lives just around the block from my
dad in Bellflower."

"Bellflower?  That's pretty far from Long Beach."  Said Joey, glumly.

"It's not Orlando!"  I retorted.  "And I'm not setting you up with
him.  He just knows a lot of people -- gay that is."

"Ew!"  Said Joey.

"What?"  I said.

"I dunno.  I just have a hard time thinking of myself like that."

"I know what you mean.  Get used to it!"  I said, chuckling.

"Well, maybe I wouldn't mind meeting this Gordan - er -- Jordan?"

"Jordy."

"Oh -- yeah!  You're Dr. Jordan.  Well, here's my phone number and
email."

"Joey!"  came a voice from the cockpit.  Joey jumped a foot.  He
smiled, and turned around and ran smack  into a tall, handsome pilot.
"Would you go back and give this note to Wilma?"  The pilot smiled at
us.  He was gorgeous.  Joey took the note.  It was a sealed envelope.
The pilot stepped back into the cockpit.

"That was Bill."  Said Joey, as he stepped past the curtain to the aft
of the plane.

"I can see why he is infatuated with that guy!"  Steve whispered.
"He'd be a hard one to just give up."

"Jordy is cute too, but I think he has a boyfriend.  But their age is
about the same."  I said.

Bill made the fasten seat belt announcement and warned of a possible
bumpy descent.  Joey came back and sat on a jump seat in our section,
fastening his seat belt.

When our wheels touched down at LA International, reality hit me.  Back
to the routine!

Well, almost.  Steve spent Tuesday night with me.  And a wonderful
homecoming it was!

Notes:  Well??  We gotta have a happy ending to a chapter sometimes!  For
once, subby has told me what's in store for some of our beloved kids.
It's gonna get interesting, I think!  Comments, as usual, are welcome --
to Steve at stevethomas535@hotmail.com.  Thanks and love, Steve