Date: Fri, 18 Aug 2006 18:26:27 +0000
From: Steve Thomas <stevethomas535@hotmail.com>
Subject: Just-a-Normal-Boys-Dreams - Ch 29

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:

Jack Smith -- uh -- that would be me

Billy -- Jack's closest brother, 3 yrs older.

Will Smith -- My dad

Vivian Smith My mom

Art -- Jack's oldest brother, 9 yrs older.

Ralph Gilmore -- a new friend - deceased

Stacy Whitworth -- a catalyst/friend

George Toliver -- old grade school buddy

George Toliver, Sr,  -- (duh!)

Cynthia Toliver -- (Mrs. Duh!)

Jim Walls-- George's cousin

Uncle Jake Smith-- Will's Brother

Aunt Lindy -- Uncle Jake's wife

Seth Gary -- One of Jake and Lindy's other nephews

Etta -- The Jacob Smith's housekeeper.

Jake Smith Jr. Jack's cousin

Colin -- Jake's partner

Carrie Smith -- Another of the Smith cousins

Al -- Carrie's Partner

Chris Gary -- Seth's older brother.

Craig -- Chris's partner

Mario -- Old high school friend

Terrence Moynahan -- Carmel Architect

Casey Bell -- Terrence's attorney

Ryan Crayson-- my husband

Ryan Jr. (Rye) -- Our son

Ranee -- Our daughter.

Harold --  the butler



From Chapter 28:

 I decided that Ryan's state was good enough to tell him.  "The
psychiatrist will help you to see some of the things that we have talked
about here.  He'll help you understand the reality of what's
happening.  He can -- probably will -- prescribe something to help you
deal with the fear and anxiety you're experiencing now.

 "The urologist can find out what your level of testosterone and other
hormones that are specific to the physical trauma you have had.  I know
that Seth would not have referred us here unless he thought it would
help."

 "<<SIGH!>>  I suppose.  Will you go with me?"

 "Of course!"  I said.  "But I can't hold your hand while he shrinks
you!"

 "Fuck you!" He quipped.

 "Thank you."  I replied, sweetly.

Chapter 29

Dr. Underwood's office is upstairs in one of the historic Carmel
buildings on Ocean Ave.  It has a very fashionably appointed
reception/waiting room with plenty of reading material.  We sent the kids
to the beach at the end of the street, which was not far from Jim's
house.

Ryan was very jittery, the closer we got there.  He started to visibly
shake as we climbed the final staircase to Dr. Underwood's office.  I
stopped halfway up and stopped him too.  I held him for a good half
minute.

"Ryan -- Sweetheart -- He's only a man."



"I know.  I don't know why I feel this impending doom."  He paused,
and then went on, "But what if - "

"I thought we agreed that we would not `what if' this thing."  I
said.

"<SIGH> I know!  HOKAY!  I guess we're here.  Let's do this!  You know
what kills me is -- I can take pain  - like I did when I was tied up --
and even if I know it's gonna be more than I can stand -- that doesn't
scare me as much as -- (FUCK!) opening up to some guy -- well, almost any
guy other than you -- that I don't know."

"Sweetheart -- You opened up to Seth."

"I did, didn't I?  Okay, I think I'm ready."

Dr. Underwood's door was locked.  We knocked.  He answered the door
himself.

"Hello, I'm Harvey Underwood."  He said, very warmly.

"Oh!"  I said.  "I was afraid we had assumed the wrong time."

"No- well  I assume you are -- well, one of you is -- Ryan?"

"That'd be me."  Said Ryan, lifting his finger.

"And -- you brought your partner with you.  That's great!  It's always
good to start with a mutual understanding in matters like this."



"Huh?"  We both said.

"Seth didn't tell you?  I would have thought - - well, hopefully it
will put your mind at least a little at ease -- I'm gay."  Immediately,
Ryan's demeanor relaxed.  "Seth and I go way back.  I met him while he
was still in college.  He came to me for a few sessions after his
accident."

Dr. Underwood was being kind.  Seth tried suicide after a string of
unfortunate events.  He confided this to me when I was still disturbed
about Ralph's successful suicide.

"If not for our professional relationship, I would have been tempted to
-- go for him.  But I thought better of it when I realized he was so much
younger than I."  Ryan's eyes hit the ceiling, and I winked at him.
Dr. Underwood saw that.  "Sorry.  But then I found out about his
partner, Brian -- but this isn't about Seth.  Suffice to say that he's
had a world of experience -- when it comes to being empathetic with
others.  And Seth DID mention there is an age difference here too.  May I
ask what it is?"

"I'm 48 and Jack is 38, Doctor."

"The reason I ask is -- well at this time in a man's life, many men go
through a lot of -- er -- changes.  And -- say, Ryan, would you mind if
Jack sits in with us -- at least this first session? -- And Please --
call me Harv.  Everyone else does."

Again there was a visible relaxing that took place in Ryan's whole
demeanor.  "I'd love that, Harv, on both counts!"  He said.

Harv explained to us that when a man nears fifty, his libido slows down
considerably and that there is little that can be done to change that.
So we should not expect miracles.  But he also said that some of the side
effects -- at least temporarily -- of some of the prescribed drugs -- may
have some limited "miracle" effect that way.

I was glad for this explanation, but later that evening, I had to do a
phenomenal bit of reassuring to Ryan.  But he was in a much better space
than he was in before we went to see Harv.

Harv, after the initial visit with us, gave Ryan some sample drugs to
experiment with.  One was actually a shot directly to his penis -- to
help him stay hard enough to do what we wanted.  That part worked, though
Ryan couldn't get off.  This upset him some, but he was glad for at
least that much.  At least he did still have feeling in his genitals.

Harv made an appointment for exactly a week later.  That drove Ryan up
the wall, because of the work he'd be missing.  But after several days
he realized why. The drug that he was taking orally didn't seem to have
any effect until the 4th or 5th day, when he got a surge of - - -
horniness -- during our surfing outing.

Friday night was when we went to dinner -- barbecue -- at Jim's house.
I didn't know what to expect -- having not laid eyes on George for
nearly 15 years, and not really spoken more than two words in the last
20.

At first, as much as Ranee pooh poohed the idea of even talking to
George's wanker celeb-partner, while I talked to George, her enthusiasm
ran over, and she almost made a fool of herself.  But the part that
really surprised me was -- Rye!

After the young star edged his way away from Ranee, he made his way over
to Rye.  I found it hard to concentrate on what George was telling me, as
I saw and watched this pro eye and fairly drool over my son.  And my son
just stood his ground and acted as if he couldn't tell what this little
pervert was doing.

I finally stepped away from George, crossed my arms and gawked at the two
of them.  I looked at George.

"Oh yeah, I have to let him play a bit.  It's for sure I can't satisfy
him by myself!  But -- he takes good care of me."

It was hard to listen to him -- not because of his situation, but because
I was probably too concerned with my son!  At 18 years old, is he too
impressionable to withstand such an onslaught of attention from a
celebrity that he obviously also was more impressed with than he had put
on.

In person, without the makeup and lights, Will was actually better
looking than on the video I saw.  Mostly because he looked more
vulnerable and -- humble -- which he obviously was - - neither.

"Have you met my man yet?"  Said George.

"No!"  I said.  "I'm thinking this is a good time for it."

As we walked up to the two of them, Rye said, "Hi, Dad."

"Dad?  This is your dad?" Said Will, his eyebrows hitting his hairline.

Then Rye said something that shocked me: "One of them!"  He said it
almost braggardly.  I couldn't help myself: I scowled.

"Ah!  Your parents divorced too, huh?  Nice to meet you Mr. - "

"Rye's Mom died."  I said, still scowling.  "I married his Pop,
later!"



Will looked at me and then back to Rye, and grinned.  "KEWL!"



"Nice to meet you, Mr. - -"  This time he offered his hand.



"Crayson-Smith"



"Nice to meet you, Mr. Crayson-Smith!" I shook his hand and have to
admit, when he looked me in the eyes, it was hard to do anything but
smile back.  Then it hit me.  My son's not gay!  Or at least -- meeting
a celeb isn't gonna make him gay!



"So, Will, are you looking forward to this tournament?"  I asked.



"I HATE golf!"



"Why do you do it, then?" I asked, now intrigued.



"Hmph!"  he laughed.  "Mostly for my guy!  George likes to golf and --
so does his father.  I'd do anything to get George Senior to accept
us."  George beamed as Will kissed him on the cheek.



That made me like him a little better.  "We have kind of an open
relationship."  Said George.  At that I couldn't keep my eye brows from
rising.



"I need a bimbo once in awhile.  I didn't mean to hit on your son."
He grinned widely at me.



"No risk of anything like that happening!"  Said Rye.  "But I am
impressed that you are so -- well -- much more -- um -- well -- NICE --
than I expected."  Then Rye looked embarrassed.  "I mean -- shit!"



"It's okay kid!  I get that a lot." As Rye walked in another
direction.



"So, I know this is a celebrity tournament.  Will you be playing with
George?"



"Yeah - - George Senior!  I requested it on purpose."



"Wow!"  I said and looked at George.  "This kid impresses me more and
more!"  I said.  I really expected one of those bimbos that Will was
talking about.



I looked around for Rye, and he and Jim were involved in happily animated
conversation.  That pleased me.



At dinner -- we ate it in the dining room, with an orange, red, pink  and
yellow sunset painting the windows on the beach side of the house -- Jim
had a catered meal, which was wonderful.



Once I decided that my son was old enough to take care of himself, at
least in that department, I felt badly for my old friend George.  He made
his bed and was now forced to lie in it, I know, but it hurt me to
imagine how it must hurt George when Will shamelessly flirted with young
guys.



George and Will left before the rest of us -- because they needed to get
a good rest before the tournament,  I saw George whisper something in
Will's ear.  Will, having had more wine than the rest of us replied
loudly, "Hell no!  I wouldn't mind at all!  Hell, I do it all the time,
don't I?"



Then George walked directly to Jim and said, "Cuz, I'll always love
you!"  and he wrapped his arms around Jim and hugged him close and
planted a very romantic kiss on Jim's lips -- which Jim had no problem
accepting.



Will looked on and then said, "That's what I love about him.  He knows
how to love!  I couldn't care less about the other guys I do.  They're
just for fun.  George is for love!  He loves me and I love him.  And if
he has capacity to love his cousin too -- I am in awe!"



After they left, Jim looked like a new man.  His whole countenance
changed.



On our way home, Rye said, "Um -- is that okay -- what those guys do?"



"Certainly not!"  Said Ryan.



"It wouldn't be my choice, Rye."  I replied.  "I don't think it
would work for a heterosexual couple -- at least not for very long -- but
gay guys have more options sometimes.  They also have less opportunities
in other areas."



"Your dad's right!"  Said my Ryan.  "It would not work whenever a
family is involved -- gay or straight.  But more often than not, gay
couples don't have families."



"We're just lucky!" Said Ranee, hugging her daddy.  Rye, seeing this,
hugged me.  I guess it's okay for each kid to have a favorite.  I know
that -- even though it's not supposed to be that way -- most parents
have a favorite too.  But you're not allowed to admit it!

Saturday morning found us bound for Zuma beach -- where Luke and Seth
were waiting for us.  It was sweet to watch Luke teach Seth to surf.

Then it was my turn!  The waves may not have been very large, but when
they are five feet over your head, in five feet of water, they SEEM large
-- to a beginner!  I was terrified -- until I caught my first wave.  When
I came in, Ryan was right beside me all the way, laughing and giggling
with me like a couple little kids.

As I said, it was this day that the meds he was taking took effect.  And
they hit all of a sudden -- or maybe it was the excitement of that first
successful ride -- for me -- that turned him on. We were in the water, at
the end of that long ride, and a wave pushed him off balance.  He surged
toward me.  I was off balance too, but remained planted on the sand.  He
was pushed right into me.  I guess when he felt my warm soft skin, he
immediately produced wood and started to hump me!

"Well!"  I said, "Something seems to be working!"

"Hey!  Get a room, Dads!"   Yelled Rye, laughing as he easily rode a
wave past us.

That was enough to embarrass him into his former state.  Ryan gave Rye a
dark look, but neither of us could get the grin off our faces for most of
the rest of the day.  I had to put my towel around my waist twice, to
hide my "feelings".

That night -- unfortunately -- we could not act on what we were desperate
to do.  Doctor Underwood had told us that we should not, until the meds
were adjusted -- fine tuned -- somewhat.

On Tuesday, when he saw him again, Harv said, "What?  That happened
without the aid of the shot?"

Ryan filled me in on their conversation: "Well, yeah."  Said Ryan.  "I
was only taking the pills."

"You're partner is gonna hate me!  Or maybe love me -- tonight!  But
without taking the shot, and the pill working like it has, you COULD have
been doing -- whatever you wanted -- all weekend!"

"Partner shmartrner! I hate you!"  Laughed Ryan.  "Well, tonight
we'll make up for it."

"Good.  And -- I want you to cut your dose of pills in half, starting
now."

"No way!"  Said Ryan.

"I told you we have to tweak it.  You obviously won't be needing the
injection stuff -- and if you ever do -- in the future -- you can see any
urologist to get it.  Keep the formula and if ever you feel you need it,
call me to see if there is a better or safer formula."

"Safer?"  Said Ryan.

"All medications have constraints and cautions.  But apparently you
won't have to worry yet.  As when you started taking it, with this lower
dose of hormones, you won't see a change for a couple days. So -- have
your fun while you can!  Here is my cell phone number in case you have an
emergency."

Unfortunately we did have an emergency.  As on Saturday, Ryan got very
hard, very fast and we were hot to put it to use, but about halfway
through the act - - it ran out of steam!  We were supremely disappointed.

Ryan called Harv in the morning, and he said, not to worry!  Just inject
a smaller portion of the stuff into your penis.  Let me know how it
goes.  Oh!  And if your erection lasts longer than 4 hours go to the
emergency room."

We sent the kids to the beach and -- in the interest of research of
course -- Ryan gave himself a shot.  It got hard without him even
thinking about it.  I set a timer.  We were able to do everything we
wanted -- and more.  Ryan had his first ever double orgasm.  He had an
orgasm, and would have stopped -- as normal - but since he was still
hard, I begged him to keep thrusting.  He not only did that, he started
to go even faster and harder.  I was amazed and shocked, really -- and
pleased!  Then it happened. He let out a guttural cry that had to maybe
scare any neighbors that may have been in the motel at midday.  Then he
went wild -- wilder than ever, and certainly wilder than any porn flick I
ever saw.

He had a second orgasm that he said was stronger than he knew was
possible.   I also came hard, because of Ryan's excitement, but -- then
it started.

The waiting.

One hour.

Two hours.

He was regularly rubbing his penis because it hurt being hard that long.

Three hours.

Three hours and forty-five minutes

Beep-beep! Beep-beep! Beep-beep! Beep-beep! Beep-beep!  The alarm went
off!  Four hours and he was still hard as a rock.  We quickly got dressed
and by the time we got to the car, "Um -- I think it's going down."

We didn't want to bother Harv again this soon, so Ryan observed, "It
seemed to go down when we were hurrying to get ready.  Let's take a
quick walk."

That's all it took.  It was sweetly soft by the time we got back to the
room. Before we went back to Vermont, we called on Harv one more time --
to say g'bye and  - - -

"Harv -- I have a question."  Said Ryan.  Harv nodded.  "My partner --
um -- would it hurt if he used the stuff -- the shot -- sometimes?"

"Aha!  You had a double, didn't you?!"  Harv grinned.

"Yes."

"I'm not a Urologist, and I DID NOT TELL YOU THIS:  Some men have been
known to take the shot when they didn't really need it.  If someone were
to ask me I'd always tell them not to play with fire.  But if someone
insisted, I would tell them to be careful -- and start slow and small.

"But I didn't tell YOU that!"  he reminded us.

I spoke up.  "If this hypothetical guy did shoot himself, would you have
any guesses what a hypothetical doctor would say was starting dose?"

Harv smiled.  "He'd probably say to start with .01 cc.  And then work
up from there."

Thanks Harv -- for everything!"  Said Ryan.

We returned to Vermont the next day.



"Dad?"

"Yes, son?"  I said.

"It's good to hear my dads having it out at night again!"

"It IS, isn't it, Rye!

The End

Epilog -- Jim wrote regularly after our reunion.  George came to see him
often -- most times without the bimbo.  (A NICE bimbo, I finally had to
admit!) Whenever Will wanted to bonk a young fan or some other guy,
George came to Jim for "consolation".

It's anyone's guess what that means!

Finally, George lost his appeal to Will, and he was content to return and
live with his cousin.  It was finally a good match, because Will gifted
George enough that he didn't have to rely on Jim for his own upkeep.

In about twenty years, I legally was able to get my own prescription.
(!!) By that time, there were no more double orgasms for either of us.

Rye and Ranee each married a wonderful spouse.  They both moved to
California!  I guess "the grass is always greener!"

Harold was remarried and Ryan built a swimming pool and hired a very hot
"pool boy" to run the estate and be our bodyguard.  The pool boy has
his own quarters in the cabana on the far side of the pool -- and a
husband of his own.

Notes:  Thanks so much for all your support and encouragement.  If enough
of you beg me, I'll start another story. Comments as always are welcome,
to Steve at stevethomas535@hotmail.com.  Thanks and love, Steve