Date: Sat, 22 May 1999 16:25:45 PDT
From: Fin Ravenbrooke <swingerdude20@hotmail.com>
Subject: Bi Times! Part 8

This story is a pure work of fiction. This post is the eighth part of "Bi
Times!" No part of this story may be reprinted or reposted unless
permission is received by the author. I hope you enjoy this, it's my first
go at writing some of the wild stories I have piled up in my mind. Feel
free to email praise, comments and suggestions to swingerdude20@hotmail.com
The more responses I get the faster I'll get to work on part 9. Thanks! Be
sure to check out my home page "Taylor's Tablets" with this story
(including parts not yet featured on Nifty Archives) and another story I've
begun, visit the site at
http://www.geocities.com/WestHollywood/Chelsea/2086

Continued from part seven... Bi Times! by Taylor Quest
PART VIII

	Josh wrapped his arms around Eric. Eric looked up at the
ceiling. He was flooded with so many different emotions all at the same
time. His love for Josh was now growing by leaps and bounds. He felt like
he was out of control, that for once in his life he wasn't sure what would
happen from one moment to the next. This scared Eric, but knowing that Josh
would be by his side the whole way through washed away all nervousness he
had. Josh would be his first, the first to make love to him. Out of all the
friends Eric had in the past none of them had touched him the way Josh
had. He had not felt the same way about them like he felt about Josh. He
couldn't put it into words how he felt. It would have been useless, for no
words could describe it.  Only one could come close, love. Pure,
uninhibited, unadulterated, untainted love. Tears began to stream down
Eric's face.

	Josh hugged Eric tightly. He didn't know what would happen with
them from that moment on. He knew he was about to embark on a lifelong
journey with the guy he had loved from the moment he saw him. Scared,
excited, & worried were a few of the feelings rushing through him. But one
feeling was paramount. Love, he knew it was the strongest and he knew that
the source was pressed against him. He knew now that he had in fact not
done a single thing with anyone of those creeps in gym class. That he, just
like he new Eric, were both untainted, untouched. This made him quiver with
happiness.  Nothing had soiled them, they could be with each other
completely without inhibition or restriction.

	Josh broke the embrace and looked into Eric's tearing, glassy gray
eyes.  Eric whimpered as he smiled looking up at his love.

	"Don't cry, there's no reason to cry, from now on, for all time
until the sands run out and the stars fall from the heavens I'll be by your
side.  Nothing will ever make me stop loving you. You are my sun, my moon,
my air.  You are what makes me love living. I didn't know how to say this
before, I couldn't understand my feelings. I was scared and unsure of how
to act, but now. Now I am seeing clearer than I've ever seen. These past
four years I was in turmoil, unsure of what I could do, or who could take
away my frustrations and fears. I didn't even realize it was standing right
in front of me. Now that I have you I'm never letting you go. Eric I love
you with every fiber of my being, with every strand of DNA in my body, so
never fear for anything I'll always be right here."

	This caused Eric to break down even more. His entire life he had
never ever thought words of such care and love would ever be spoken to
him. His mother had died of complications from Cancer two years before and
his father had left him. His mothers death had impacted Eric in a way he
could never understand. She seemed to care about him but ever since he
could remember she always was there to hear him. He told her everything
about him and she would simply smile and understand. When she died he lost
that ear, that person he could speak to and never be criticized. While she
didn't always show that much affection, he still found it hard to cope with
the fact that she would never be there to hear him again.

	His father on the other hand was a bit of a tyrant. He would get
drunk and fight with his wife. Eric knew she held her own, many times his
dad was thrown out of the house. And many nights his dad would try to beat
him up.  Always his mother was there to defend him. When she died his
father lost all of his cares. He didn't come home, he didn't buy food for
them to eat.  Slowly the bills stacked up and the house utilities started
getting shut off. Eric continued to go to school, only because it was
lonely at home. No one was there, his father was gone. Two months after his
mom died Eric realized that a month earlier his father had gone out and not
returned. It was a Friday night in late December, on Christmas Eve that
Eric had gotten home late from a friends house. No one knew of what was
happening with him. He pulled the eviction notice off the front door and
walked into the house. It was ice cold, there was no light, no heat and no
water. He tried the phone but it too had been turned off. Eric walked
through the house and looked at everything.

	It wasn't a mess, in fact it was immaculate. But empty, dark and
lonely.  The chair his mother sat in with her needle point was empty, her
threads and needles still sat in a basket on the table next to it. His
fathers chair was empty, the coaster his glass of vodka sat on was in it's
place but it too was empty. He walked through the kitchen. The counters
were bare, the fridge empty and dark. A howl of wind whipped against the
house and he shuddered.  In the hallway he looked at photos that hung on
the wall. Photos of him with his parents when he was younger. Times he
couldn't remember, people he didn't recognize. The intense feeling of
loneliness and desolation wracked over his body. In his parents room
everything was untouched. The closets still filled with his mothers clothes
and shoes. The medicine cabinet in the bathroom still held the medicinal
items. It was if everyone had vanished, leaving Eric alone. He walked back
to the front of the house and looked out the window. The houses across the
street were brightly lit. A Christmas tree could bee seen through the bay
window.  He saw children running around in the living room. A car rolled
into the driveway and more people piled out. None of them noticing the dark
house across the street where the face of a lonely boy peered from the
darkness inside.

	He remembered his last Christmas with his mother. He looked over at
the empty corner where a tall fir had always sat every one of his then
sixteen years. The corner was dark, along with the rest of the house. It
didn't feel like Christmas, in fact it felt like nothing he had understood
in his entire life. He was alone, alone in his dark empty home. His mother
and father gone. It was Christmas Eve and he felt like it was a funeral,
only for himself. He remembered walking away from the window back to his
room. He had crawled fully clothed into his bed and pulled up all the
covers. He remembered laying there for what seemed like hours shivering in
the cold.  Hearing nothing but the wind howling against the house, all he
could think of was Josh. All he wanted was to be with Josh. But
unfortunately Josh had gone out of town to his grandparents for the
holiday. Eric hadn't dare told him what had happened at home. He was too
embarrassed at how he was being treated. Eric had drifted into a deep cold
sleep when in the distance he heard keys rattling in the front door. His
mind drifted, not realizing that his sleep was induced by the cold,
hypothermia was a fact he had not even thought of.

	He remembered hearing heeled shoes clip clopping their way through
the house. A woman's voice had called out a hello a few times. Eric wasn't
sure but it sounded like his mother's voice. He struggled to open his eyes
but he felt drugged. His arms felt so numb and he almost couldn't feel his
legs. The foot steps had come closer when he heard a gasp. He distantly
heard his mother's voice frantically trying to rouse him. He felt arms
wrapped around him but he couldn't grasp what was happening. His eyes
opened momentarily and he saw his mother's face looking at him calling his
name. Then it all went dark and the sounds faded away.

	Eric had awoken in a hospital bed. He looked around and saw that he
was alone. Then he heard the bathroom door close and his mother walked into
the room. Eric blinked his eyes and strained to focus. He couldn't believe
what he thought he had just seen. He looked closer as she approached him
with a smile.

	"Thank God your all right, when I got the news about your father I
rushed up here to see if you were holding up," she said as she stroked his
cheek.
	"M-m-mother," Eric asked weakly with blurred eyes.
	"Oh no dear no, it's Barbara, Aunt Barbara, remember," her voice
replied to him through a fog of tears and confusion.

	Barbara Nelson was his mothers identical twin sister. She lived in
Florida and had invited the family down each summer to her home in South
Beach. Eric had loved his Aunt Barb, she was always so nice to him. So much
like his mother, but she showed more affection to him than his mother had.

	Barbara had noticed how Evelyn had begun to get worse over the
years. In the beginning of Eric's life `Evey' had been the perfect
mother. They were everywhere together and Harold had not become an
alcoholic. But when she had become diagnosed things had become tense
between her and Harold and they say the stress she induced only made the
Cancer spread. What Eric had not known was that his mother had been
diagnosed with terminal Cancer of the spine. He didn't know that she was in
almost constant paralyzing paint nearly ninety five percent of the time, it
was a reason why near the end of her life she hugged hardly no one and why
she was extremely slow when she moved around.

	Aunt Barbara had found out that Harold had jumped off a balcony in
a hotel in Las Vegas only the night before and she had tried to call home
to Eric but the phone had been disconnected. She flew out to their house in
Northern California that day and finally found the house that night. She
had never been there before and when the cab pulled up in front of that
dark forboding home her fears were doubled. Evey had given her a key once a
long while back when they had thought Barb might be coming up to see them
and house sit. But it hadn't panned out and she ended up remaining in
Florida, with the key.

	She opened the door and flipped the front light switch up and down
a few times. She shivered as she closed the door. With the lights out and
the temperature being in the upper teens inside as well as out Barbara was
positive that Harold had left the house quite a while back and that the
utilities must have been disconnected. She had only hoped that Eric wasn't
at home. She knew Eric had a strange side to him and that it wouldn't be
out of character for him to have stayed in an empty house with no
electricity during one of the coldest winters of that area.

	She walked through the house calling out his name hoping he
wouldn't be there to answer him. But as she looked into what appeared to be
his room her fears were confirmed. There lying in a ball under only a few
thin covers was Eric. He was perfectly still, Barbara prayed that she
wasn't too late. She had run over and grabbed him calling his name and
shaking him, rubbing her hands up and down his arms slapping his face
trying to get him to wake up. She wasn't sure how long he had been
unconscious but she was sure if she didn't get him to a hospital in time he
would die of hypothermia and her sisters entire family would have been
totally obliterated in a three month period.

	She being only about five foot four and quite petite summoned the
strength from an unknown source and picked him up and carried him out of
the house to the waiting cab. She told the driver to get her to the nearest
hospital as fast as the cab would go.

	"Lady, I'll do my best but I can't speed," he had exclaimed as she
slammed the door behind her.
	"I don't give a flying fuck, your going to speed, my nephew here is
dying and if he dies in this cab you'll be cursed for life for not doing
everything you could have to save him!"

	The driver glanced back and saw the teen in her arms. His fingers
were blue and his face was not far from it. The driver shook his head,
crossed himself, kissed a Rosary that hung from his rearview mirror and
floored the gas pedal. All the while Barbara was shaking and rubbing Eric
trying to wake him up. She had asked the cabby to turn up the heat full
blast. She had seen Eric open his eyes only once, they were glassy and
unfocused. He had furrowed his eyebrows and then gone totally
unconscious. By the time they had arrived at the hospital the cab was
bursting with heat and both Barbara and the cabby were sweating
uncontrollably. Eric was still showing no signs of consciousness.

	Eric had recovered, and regained his health one hundred percent and
plus some. The doctors had said that if she hadn't gotten him into the cab
and to the hospital when she had that he would have most surely died within
the hour. The revelation that his Aunt had come all the way from Florida to
rescue him had given him a renewed strength, and hope. He had recovered and
moved all of the stuff out of his old home into storage. Barbara had sold
her home in South Beach and stayed with Eric to take care of him. It wasn't
hard to tell him what had happened with his father. Barbara knew he was not
too upset because of how he had been treated. What was shocking to Barbara
was to find that Harold had left Eric alone in that house with no money for
nearly three months. New Years rang in and a week later Josh returned from
Colorado. Eric mentioned nothing of the events during the Christmas
holiday, he merely stated that he had moved in with his aunt.

	Now two years later Eric still lived with his Aunt Barbara. She was
doing well and had taken a liking to her new surroundings. Eric knew soon
he would tell Josh all that had happened to him and then Josh would
understand him more.

	Eric looked up deep into Josh's eyes, still streaming with tears
Eric cried out.
	"I love you Josh, and I'll be yours forever, just never leave me!"
	"Never, ever, you have me and," Josh started.
	"I got you babe!" They both giggled.


PART IX Coming soon! This part was dedicated to those of you who emailed me
wanting me to give more background on Eric. Soon I'll get to Josh. To fans
of `Eric' I hope you enjoyed getting to know him.  For those of you who
might be wondering, some sections might have much less sex play in them. I
feel that my story can continue for periods now with out alot of graphic
action. Mind you it will be in there I just want to let you know not to
expect it in every single part.If your reading it only for the sex then I'm
quite dissapointed. Feel free to email the author at
swingerdude20@hotmail.com with comments, suggestions, praise or whatever.
It's my first story so let me know what you think so far! The more response
I get the faster I'll get the next part complete! Be sure to check out my
home page "Taylor's Tablets" with this story (including parts not yet
featured on Nifty Archives) and another story I've begun, visit the site at
http://www.geocities.com/WestHollywood/Chelsea/2086

Tay.