Date: Fri, 24 Aug 2001 08:14:53 -0400
From: Jeff Allen <jeff_allen15@hotmail.com>
Subject: When Love Comes - Part 13

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WHEN LOVE COMES - PART 13

We talked a lot on the drive back from my parents' house.  Matt was going
to be student teaching at the local high school.  Since he and Jamal had a
lease on the apartment until June, we decided that Matt would stay there
during the week and at my place on the weekends.  He would move in with me
after graduation in May assuming that he could get a job teaching in one of
the high schools within reasonable commuting distance.

We also talked about the differences in our families and about Matt's fears
for the safety of his mother and brother.  Matt was sure that his father
wouldn't be able to control his temper for very long.  I told him about
Coach Darnell's comment that his brother Mark's chances of getting an
athletic scholarship at the university were essentially nil because none of
the coaches wanted to put up with Old Man Stevenson again.

The next two weeks passed in a blur.  We celebrated New Years Eve with
Jamal, Kevin and Kathy.  Kevin and Kathy were delighted that they had been
correct about Matt's feelings for me.  They did resist the temptation to
say I told you so, but just barely.

Jamal seemed pleased.  He told me, "I used to think that I'd eventually get
a piece of that skinny white ass, but after he saw you his freshman year, I
never had a chance after that."

He also told me, "I love him like a brother.  You ever hurt him, and I'll
beat the living shit outta you."

Fortunately he laughed when he said that, but I was quick to assure him
that I had no intention of ever letting Matt go.  Jamal had one of the most
powerful physiques I had ever seen plus he could run a helluva lot faster
than I could.

During those two weeks we both got ready for our upcoming teaching duties,
and we made love a lot.

The whole spring semester flew by.  Matt enjoyed the student teaching
tremendously, and the people in the school apparently liked him.  Before
the semester was over he had a contact at the local high school for the
next year.  He would teach 9th and 10th grade biology and science and be
the assistant coach of the football team.  His knee continued to get
better.  He only wore the knee brace during exercise, and by March he was
able to start limited jogging again.

My classes at the university were also great that semester.  Of course, I
was in love, and I could have had the dregs of the school and not have
known it, but I think I really did have some great students that term.

I usually ate once or twice during the week at Matt and Jamal's apartment.
We traded off the cooking duties at first, but soon I was doing all of the
cooking partly because I liked to cook and partly because Jamal and Matt
decided that my culinary talents were a lot better than theirs.  Most of
the time Jamal would excuse himself right after dinner saying that he had
to go to the library to study.  Matt told me that Jamal really hated the
library, but he wanted to give us some personal time.  I thought that was
really sweet and considerate, and we always made use of the time.

On weekends Matt was at my house.  We fell into an easy routine.  About
twice a month Jamal, Kathy, Kevin and the kids would all come out on Friday
or Saturday evening for dinner.  We'd all sit in the hot tub for hours
after the kids were asleep.
	Kathy was never shy about being naked in the tub with Jamal and
Matt.  One time she laughingly said that it was kind of funny being naked
with four naked men and knowing that there was only one (Kevin) who was
even remotely interested in checking her out.
	During the weekend days, Matt and I would take a morning jog and
then a mutual shower which almost always ended with us sucking each other
off in the shower.  I was glad I had an extra large hot water tank.  We
would work on our classes, go hiking, or work out on the weights in the
breezeway.  I'd cook dinner and then we would spend the rest of the evening
and night making love.  Some nights we were on fire and tore off our
clothes and ravaged each other on the living room carpet.  Other times we
spent hours and hours kissing and playing with each other before one of us
would enter the other.  There was no real pattern to our love making.  I
certainly enjoyed everything we did.

Matt kept in touch with his mother and brother at least twice a week.  They
reported that Mr. Stevenson had managed to keep his temper under control.
He stormed out of the house almost once a week, but so far he hadn't hit
either Mark or his mother.  The sheriff drove by the house daily, just to
make certain that Stevenson knew he was being watched.

On the day of graduation, Mark drove Matt's mom to town for the ceremonies.
Mr. Stevenson refused to come.

Jamal's mother came over in her car to see Matt graduate also.  She razzed
Jamal a couple of times about "making sure your black fanny goes across
that stage next time."  It seems that Jamal had taken a light load at the
start of his career so he wouldn't be graduating until December.

It was a wonderful Saturday in mid May.  I marched in with the faculty, but
I met everyone at Matt's apartment after the ceremonies.  I hadn't seen
Mark since that day at the football game the previous fall.  He had matured
a lot in those six months.  He looked almost exactly like Matt when he was
a freshman in college although he was about two inches taller and a little
more muscular.  He had the same light brown hair, the same blue eyes, and
that same crooked smile.  Matt's mother was a tall woman, but her shoulders
sagged as if she were carrying some great weight.  She was trim but not in
a healthy way, and her face was deeply lined.  However, any time she looked
at either Matt or Mark her eyes lit up and there was a trace of a smile at
the corners of her mouth.  At one point she came over to me and thanked me
for helping Matt.

I replied, "Matt's a very special person to me."

"I can see that.  And I can see that Matt thinks the same of you.  Thank
you."  She patted my arm and moved away.

That evening Jamal and the Williamses joined Matt and me at the house.
Kevin and Kathy brought a bottle of champagne which we opened and consumed
before dinner.  When the three kids had been put to bed and we had all
settled into the hot tub, Jamal disappeared into the house and produced
another bottle of champagne.  He stood on the deck naked as a jay bird and
opened the bottle.  The cork flew off into the yard somewhere with a loud
pop.

He poured glasses of champagne for all of us and then offered a toast.
"This is to Matt and Gary.  To Matt for having the stubbornness to graduate
and for finally making the moves on Gary.  To Gary for never giving up even
when Matt was a real shit."

We all laughed and clinked glasses.  Matt tried to defend himself, but none
of us would let him.  After a few minutes of that light hearted banter,
Matt announced that he had to go into the house to pee and to please not
talk about him while he was gone.  He swung his legs over the side of the
hot tub and padded across the deck toward the house.  Just after he
disappeared inside the door the phone rang, and we heard him answer it.  We
all turned back to our conversation and light-hearted joking with one
another.

Matt came back out of the house.  Even in the moonlight, I could see that
his face had lost all color.  He slumped into one of the deck chairs and
said, "I have to go.  That was the sheriff.  Mom's dead and Mark's in the
hospital.  They think Dad beat them when they got back from graduation."

In a matter of minutes Matt and I were dressed and in the back seat of the
4Runner and Jamal was driving at breakneck speed toward their hometown.  I
tried to comfort Matt.  He alternated between tears of sorrow and crys of
rage.  Jamal made the one hour drive in less than forty minutes.  As he
pulled in to the hospital parking lot Matt threw open the door and ran into
the emergency room entrance.  Jamal quickly parked the 4Runner, and he and
I followed Matt into the emergency room entrance.

The attendant just looked at us and said "Room 415."

We hit the elevator and punched in the fourth floor.  Matt was already down
in the room.  Jamal and I made our way down the hall ignoring the
protestations of the duty nurses.  Mark was unconscious.  His eyes were
swollen.  He had some ugly bruises on his face and jaw.  His right arm was
in a sling, and he had an IV drip going into his left arm.  Matt had pulled
the chair up beside the bed and was softly caressing his face.

"Come on, Mark.  It's okay.  I'm here. Come on, Mark, wake up."

I went back to the nurses station and told them that we needed to see a
doctor or someone who could tell us about Mark Stevenson.  The nurse agreed
to call someone, and I went back to the room where Jamal was trying to
comfort Matt who was still caressing Mark's swollen face.

In just a few minutes a young intern came in the room.  He introduced
himself as Dr. Soong and proceeded to tell us that Mark had a broken nose
and jaw that would be set in surgery the next morning.  He had a separated
shoulder, three broken ribs, and possible kidney damage.  He also had a
severe concussion, and it wasn't clear when he would regain consciousness.
I stayed with Matt and Mark while Jamal left to call his mother.  She
joined us in the room within twenty minutes.  Not long after Momma P. came
in, the county sheriff entered the room.  We all introduced ourselves, and
the sheriff told us what they had been able to learn.

A sheriff's deputy had been cruising by the house and noticed the door
open.  He investigated and found Mark and his mother lying in the kitchen.
It looked like the kitchen had been torn up.  Matt's mother was already
dead and Mark was unconscious.  Matt's father was missing and so were some
of his clothes.  In searching the house, the deputies had found a piece of
paper in Mark's room with Matt's name and what had turned out to be my
phone number which Matt had given to Mark in case he wasn't at the
apartment.

The sheriff left, and Jamal, Momma P. and I tried to sort out how to get
through the next couple of days.  Matt was insistent that he had to stay at
the hospital with Mark.  We agreed that he should stay the night, but that
one of us would be back in the morning to allow him to get some rest.

The three of us left and went to Jamal's house for the night.  It was a
small two bedroom cottage, but it was as clean as the hospital we'd just
left.
  Momma P.  insisted that I sleep in Jamal's room, and he took the couch.

The next days were a blur.  Mark had his surgery in the morning.  They set
his nose and jaw.  The jaw was wired shut and would stay that way for six
weeks.  He did regain consciousness the following morning, but the haunted
look in his eyes nearly broke my heart, and I think it did break Matt's.
The autopsy on Matt's mother showed that she had died rather quickly from a
heavy blow to the back of the head.  A warrant was issued for the arrest of
Matt's father on a charge of murder.  Mark didn't have any substantial
internal damage from the beating.  He did have blood in his urine for three
days, but when that cleared up the doctors said he was ready for discharge.
Since their house was a crime scene, Mark and Matt couldn't stay there, so
they moved in with Momma P while I rented a motel room for Jamal and me.

Mrs. Stevenson's funeral was held two days after Mark got out of the
hospital.  The small church was packed with friends from the high school
and town as well as more than a good share of curiosity seekers.  The day
after the funeral, the sheriff allowed Matt and me to gather some things
from the house.  We loaded most of Mark's clothes from his room into the
4Runner and Mark's car, but we weren't allowed to take much of anything
else because the rest of the house was still considered a crime scene.

Mark still had two weeks of school left before graduation so he and Matt
stayed with Momma P. while Jamal and I went back to the university.  I
missed Matt tremendously.  We talked on the phone every night, and I went
over to see him for dinner twice in those two weeks.  Those trips were hard
on both of us.  First, we were never alone being either at Momma P.'s or
having Mark tagging along with us.

Jamal and I went back over for Mark's high school graduation.  It was a
warm night and even hotter in the crowded high school gym.  Mark had traces
of the bruises left on his face and was still moving stiffly.  When his
name was called and he moved across the stage to accept his diploma, his
classmates all stood and applauded.  The audience responded and gave him a
standing ovation as well.  The highschool principal was handing out the
diplomas.  He shook Mark's hand and then gently turned him around so he was
facing his classmates and the audience.  Mark was crying, but he managed to
raise his hand in acknowledgment of the standing ovation.  I have to admit
that Matt, Jamal, Momma P. and I were all crying as well.

The next day we headed back home.  Matt and Mark drove in Mark's car while
Jamal rode with me in the Toyota.  We had decided that the best place for
Mark to finish his recuperation would be at my house since either Matt or I
would be around most of the time if he needed any help and since Jamal's
lease was running out on the apartment in July.  Matt and I hadn't really
had a chance to talk about how to handle having Mark live with us.  In
fact, we hadn't been alone together since the night of the murder.  I
didn't know how we were going to play this.  Should we tell Mark right away
that Matt and I were lovers?  Would that be too much shock to find out he
had a queer brother on top of his mother's murder?  How would Matt and I
find time for ourselves?

We put Mark into the upstairs bedroom, and moved most of his clothes into
the closet up there.  After Mark was settled in, I went into town to buy
groceries.  Mark needed a liquid diet supplement since he couldn't really
chew anything solid.  When I returned, Matt was sitting alone on the deck.

"Where's Mark?" I asked.

"Upstairs taking a nap.  Graduation last night and the ride today really
tired him out."

I sat down next to Matt, and put my arm around him.  He leaned his head
against me.  "Gary, I'm scared."

"I know, so am I, but we'll make it because we love each other."  I lifted
his face and we shared our first kiss in nearly a week.

Both of us were hard almost instantly.  Matt looked at me and smiled that
crooked smile.  He got up, took my hand, and led me into the bedroom.  We
fumbled with our zippers, almost tearing our pants off.  We got into a
sixty-nine position and quickly brought each other to climaxes that
threatened to drown us in the amount of cum we poured down each other's
throats.  We hadn't even bothered to finish taking our pants completely
off.  They were still down around our ankles.  We heard Mark coming down
the stairs and quickly pulled our pants back up as we ducked out the french
doors of the bedroom out to the deck.  Mark came out onto the deck from the
dining room.  He was dressed only in his boxers.  I hadn't had a chance
before that to really look at his body.  For eighteen, he was a well-built
kid already taller and heavier than Matt had been four years before as a
freshman in college.  Even with the remains of the bruises on his face he
was extremely good looking with the same sandy brown hair, blue eyes, and
lopsided smile of his brother.  He had a few hairs around his nipples and
just the beginnings of a treasure trail leading down from his navel into
his boxers.  Although the boxer shorts didn't reveal a lot, it appeared
that he was at least as well endowed as Matt.  The hair on his legs was
already as thick as Matt's.  As they stood side by side on the deck, it was
obvious they were brothers.

Matt gave him a hug.  "Good nap, Bro?"

"Yeah, much better.  Anything to eat?  I'm starved."

Laughingly Matt steered him toward the kitchen.  "You got lots o' stuff
here to eat.  Chocolate Ensure, vanilla Ensure, or strawberry shake Ensure.
Which do you want?"

"I want something that tastes like a hamburger!"

"Not for another four weeks, Bro."  He turned back to me and winked.

When it was dark after dinner, we took the cover off the hot tub and
climbed in.  I found out that I'd been correct in my estimate of Mark's
equipment.  His cock looked like a replica of Matt's, which meant that he
was, indeed, very well endowed.  Matt brought beers out for all of us.  We
sat and talked while we sipped the cold suds.  I noticed that both Matt and
Mark avoided any talk about their mother.  I figured it would be a while
before either of them was ready to open that door, and I decided that I
needed to talk to Matt the next day about getting some counseling for both
of them to help deal with their mother's murder We finished the first beer
and started on a second.  Mark only got about half way through his before
he claimed that the alcohol had gone to his head and he was going to bed.
He pulled his well-muscled body out of the tub giving me a wonderful view
of his ass as he walked into the house.

Matt and I stayed in the tub for another fifteen minutes or so before
getting out.  We made up the couch as a bed, and then went into my bedroom
where we proceeded to spend the next hour or so in a long slow love making
session.  The movement of Matt's cock in and out of my ass nearly drove me
insane.  I came twice before he emptied his first load into my hot hole.

The plan at that time was for one of us to be out on the couch in the
morning before Mark came down the stairs.

At least that was the plan...


(To be continued)