Date: Sat, 5 Oct 2002 15:09:03 EDT
From: Writersrealmmm@aol.com
Subject: Discovering Gregory Chapter 42

	That night Ted called.  He told me how nice George was.  I told him
that George was one of the nicest people I knew.  Knowing George, he would
keep Ted busy and that would make Ted's life better.  He wanted someone to
like and maybe love and if I helped him find what he wanted, that was
pretty neat.  I didn't hear from George for a couple of days but when he
called he told me he had seen Ted every evening and they were having a lot
of fun.  George was finally learning how to bowl.  Ain't love grand?

	Greg wasn't as much on my mind.  I had gotten to the point where
whatever was going to happen was going to happen.  He was still a sick
puppy and I would try to see him through.  I had to wait at the house for
the air conditioning man the next morning and I ended up hitching out to
the hospital.  It was just before noon when I was finally emptied out onto
Greg's floor.

	The first person I saw was Nurse Attila and with fire in her eyes
she charged toward me.  Instinctively I started searching my pocket for my
ID and I braced myself for the frontal assault.

	"Where have you been?  That boy is driving us crazy.  He's the only
patient I ever wished had stayed in a coma."

	"I...  well...."

	She had me by the arm and was guiding me to Greg's hallway. There
had been some long looks and even some giggles from some of the nurses when
I showed up some mornings.  I'm sure they suspected that my constant
attention was more than your typical friendship.  At least they were hoping
for something really juicy to talk about but on this morning things seemed
different.

	"He's on that buzzer 24/7.  I got nurses going down passing nurses
coming back.  We got strict orders to answer his calls immediately or else.
Get that boy under control.  Please!"  Nurse Attila begged in a pleading
voice.

	I had her exactly where I wanted her and there was never any
trouble again.

	"I'll try," I said.  "He's pretty demanding.  If he knows you've
got to wait on him, heaven help you."

	"He never buzzes when you're with him.  Just don't be late if you
can help it," she said.  "Please!  We're on ten hour shifts right now.
Running up and down that hallway is wearing us out.  Any help you can give
us would be greatly appreciated."

	"How is he?"  I asked at our release point.

	"He's a live wire," she said.

	When I went into the room there was a nurse bending over him.  Greg
still had the emergency buzzer in his fist.  She seemed to be massaging his
leg.  I stood to one side until he spotted me.  His face lit up when he saw
me.

	"That's cool.  That's cool, don't bruise it," he said, brushing her
away.

	"Don't be calling me back down here in five minutes.  I've got work
to do," she complained.

	"I can't help it if my leg is cramping.  Show him how to do it.
He'll be here a while.  You'll be here awhile won't you Martin?"

	"Sure."

	The nurse turned and smiled when she saw me.  There was a look of
relief on her face.  The relief pitcher had come in from the bullpen.

	"Show me.  I'll do it for him," I said.  "I spend most of my time
staring out the window.  Show me a spot where it hurts him, just in case he
gives me any trouble."

	She smiled a pleasing smile and took my hand from me.

	"His thigh is cramping.  We've given him medication but the
knotting keeps coming back.  You just use your thumbs like this and try to
work the muscle back into itself.  That's it.  You've got good hands."

	"So I've been told," I said, looking at Greg who was trying to
contain his laughter.

	"You always go up and down to smooth it out, never side to side.
That's it.  It's just a gentle massage motion until you feel the knot
giving way.  Yeah, like that," she said as I took over from her.  "Well, I
guess I can go."

	The nurse turned and left the room as I continued to touch his warm
soft flesh.  I looked at his face as he watched me and I looked down to see
his balls and a portion of his curly pubes a few inches from my hand.  Of
course he knew where my eyes went and he watched me swallow while fighting
off the urge to grab it.

	"You want me to keep doing it," I said.

	"Where have you been?"  He asked impatiently.  "I figured you had
finally had enough of me."

	"Our air conditioning is on the fritz.  I had to wait for the
repairman to come.  Then I had to hitch over.  It's hot."

	"You're sweating," he said.  "Here's my towel.  I was afraid you
weren't coming back after yesterday.  Look, you know I'm a dick.  I'm all
hyped up on this crap they're feeding me.  Martin, I'm not responsible for
myself right now.  Give me a little time, will you?  One minute I'm fine
and the next I'm in the dumper or high as a kite.  It's getting me crazy."

	"I had to wait for the air conditioning man is all.  If I say I'll
be here I'll be here."

	He seemed bright and more lucid then the day before.  He seemed to
be more like the old Greg.  He was moving around without the caution he had
taken before.  The wires that held the traction together and that ran to
the pin in his leg clanged and jingled with each major motion.  He no
longer seemed apprehensive that all the gear would cause him pain if he was
too rough on it.  Greg was rough on everything and everyone.

	He looked straight at me and he was good to look at.  He watched my
fingers as I worked gently on his fine thigh.

	"You ought to be a nurse.  You're more gentle than she is.  She's
been down here five times.  I keep them jumping," he said with hostility
and held up the emergency button still clutched in his fist.  "Want to see
how fast they get down here?  Mom brought me a watch last night.  We can
time them."

	"No, Greg.  That's so juvenile.  They've got an entire floor to
take care of and you keep them running up and down this hallway because you
have nothing better to do?  I'll bring you some books to read.  You can
watch television."

I took the buzzer from his hand and hung it down by my leg.  He looked at
me like a wounded puppy.  I could see I had hurt his feelings.

	"I never thought of it that way.  It's lonely down here.  They
aren't much to look at but they're better than nothing.  There is a cute
one at night.  I'm not much of a reader.  I thought you might not come
back," he said, giving me a long look and putting his hand on mine as if he
wanted to let me know he was serious.

"You're so self centered and childish.  I can only take so much of that.
Every time I think we're starting to like each other, you get all pissy and
bust my balls because I don't do exactly the right thing or say exactly the
right thing.  It gets old, Greg.  Love only goes so far."

	"I knew it would come back to that.  Let's just forget what
happened when we were kids.  We're grown up now.  This is different."

	"You were never a kid, Greg. I don't guess I was either.  I came up
here to see if we couldn't be friends.  You're the one that makes it
difficult.  You have a talent for that."

	"Give me some time to get these drugs out of my system.  I still
feel like I'm not in control of my own body.  They took the tube out last
night.  I can pee on my own again.  Man I hope they don't do that to me
again."

	He pulled the sheet out from where it was stuffed down between his
legs.  It was pretty and pink and hung gently down to the sheet, partially
obscuring his lovely balls.  Its thickness was obvious even though it was
completely at rest.  Even so, and understanding his circumstances, mine was
stirring and the giddy horny attraction I always felt around him had me
wanting to seize it and work it over.  He would be helpless to stop me.

	"It's dead.  I tried to jerk off last night.  Not because I was
horny or anything but because I wanted to see if I could.  I've tried a
couple of times.  Fucker won't get hard.  I might be ruined."

	He looked down at it like we were talking about an old friend of
ours.  I watched the one big vein that seemed to emerge from his unruly
dark blond pubes and ran half way down the limpness before stopping.  The
head was so perfectly cut it was like artwork.  It wasn't difficult for me
to image it back at attention.  That memory was etched into my brain.  That
was the way I saw it most in my dreams.

It was a tad sad that it was dormant, even for the time being.  It was a
subject we'd get back to because there was no way I could be around him for
long without getting back to that.  It was like a giant magnet and I was
always aware of the pull it had upon me.

	"No sense in getting us both frustrated," he said, pushing the
sheet back to cover his nakedness.  "Meds'll wear off after a while.  I'll
be fine."

	His thighs ran uninterrupted up to where his lower stomach started.
His pajama top was wide open, giving me a clear view of him.  Looking down
the other side took me on a similar journey around his body.  From the
silky tufts of hair below his arm to the blaring white cast that came up to
his ruddy knee, he was uncovered, save that sheet that stayed stuffed
between his legs.

	"No doubt," I said, pulling my eyes away, but he knew what was on
my mind.  Not that it was ever far away when I was around him.

	The day went nice.  We chatted and we held hands several times.  I
left while he ate lunch, still mostly glasses of this and that.  He did get
both ice cream and jello, the red wiggly cherry kind that excites your
taste buds.  It was all the solid food he ate but he said that too was
changing and he was getting real food for breakfast.

	"Hey, thanks!" He said as I stood by the door.

	"Hey, yourself," I said.  "I'll see you tomorrow."


	I felt bad leaving him there.  I'd never seen Greg vulnerable.  He
was the most in charge person I'd ever known.  Greg had changed.  I guess
being in bed for a few months might do that to you.  He was still the most
handsome guy I'd ever seen.  He was my captive audience for a while yet.  I
did have thoughts of being the one to bring him back to sexual good health.
That was important to me because he'd like that as much as my visits.

	It simply wasn't time to get sexual with him.  Right now I'd be
playing right into his strength and he'd use my weakness against me, and
that wasn't going to happen any more.  I would help him out in a way he
wanted but I'd do it in my own time.  I wanted to enjoy the new Greg for
now.  I actually enjoyed being with him and there was no ranker anywhere in
that day's visit.  It left me smiling and him wanting more.

I thought about Greg constantly that night.  Mostly I thought about how he
looked when he pulled the sheet away.  I couldn't get him out of my mind.
I was up early and got some coffee in the cafeteria before going to his
room.

	Greg was watching television when I got there.  He looked at me and
smiled.  I melted.  He giggled.

	"Well, sit down why don't you," he said.  "You aren't planning on
leaving right away?"

	"No.  How are you feeling?"

	"Fine.  I wish I could get out of this place."

	"What's up?"

"Not much.  Life isn't all that exciting."

"Oh, thanks a lot.  You'll never spend any better time than the time you
spend with me," he said, but he smiled when he was finished.  "We both know
that.  Thanks for coming back."

"It's the least I can do.  I take in stray dogs too."

He no longer took himself as seriously and that was making our time
together easier.  He put his hand on top of mine when I sat down beside
him.

"We have had some pretty good times together."

	"Yeah Greg.  Pretty good times," I said, trying to remember a time
when my insides didn't ache for him.

"That why you keep coming back?  You can't forget the good times we've had?
You can't get enough of me.  Admit it."

	"I don't know.  I enjoyed seeing you.  I don't remember the times
being all that good.  You don't seem to have a lot to do and I don't have
anything to do.  Why not do nothing together is how I figure?"

	"I just want you to know I remember them.  I'm sorry about acting
like an asshole so much.  You have a way of getting me pissed off.  I don't
know what that's about.  I like you.  I always liked you but you never gave
an inch, you know.  You're tough, Martin.  Now I'm putty in your hands."

	"Right," I said.  "You aren't putty in anybody's hands."

	"No, but I don't want you to leave me.  This is all I have to look
forward to.  It gets pretty boring up here."

	"Why are we talking about this.  It's well established you're an
asshole and I'm not going to put up with any shit.  Let's get past that and
be friends.  It's what I've always wanted to be.  You don't make it easy."

	'Being me ain't easy, Martin.  Believe me.  I want to be one thing
but I'm something else.  It's hard trying to remember what I'm trying to
be."

	"Why not stop strying so hard to be something you aren't and be
what you are?"

	"Not.  I can't be the other thing.  It's too damn scary.  I need
people to like me.  You know that.  I need them to need me.  I need you to
like me but there are some things I can't change.  Even though I might want
to change if it would make you happy.  I just can't change some things.
You understand."

	"You can do anything you set your mind to," I advised as he
pondered the words more deeply than usual.

	"Probably.  Some things are harder than others."

	"Greg, why not leave it alone for a while?  You aren't going to do
much but lay up here in this bed for the next few months.  There's plenty
of time for you to deal with that sort of thing."

	"It was on my mind all night.  You were on my mind all night.  How
easy it is being with you.  You're the nicest damn guy I know.  You've
always been the nicest guy I know.  I think that is what pisses me off more
than anything.  You put up with my shit and you're nice to me and the nicer
you are the more pissed off I get because I can't be nice.  I'm a dick.  I
wish I weren't a dick, especially around you."

	"Well, at least you're a big dick," I said, really not going for
humor, but it struck his funny bone and that was all that was left of the
serious conversation he seemed to need to have.

	He laughed so hard he cried and then I laughed.  A nurse came in
and after a minute, she laughed, and someone in the hall was laughing as
she was leaving.  We all laughed at nothing but it was cool.  Greg forgot
about his morose mood and I helped him eat his jello at lunch and he begged
me to bring him some French fries back from the cafeteria, and I did, but
he only ate two before remembering the Ranchero fries that he hadn't had in
years.

	I ate them for him and I left when they were serving him dinner.
As I went up the corridor his mom was coming down.

	"High Martin.  Long time no see.  I'll drive you home," she said
with a wide smile and Greg's twinkle in her eyes.

	"You don't have to do that.  It's not that far," I said.

	"It's three miles and you look absolutely frazzled.  It's the least
I can do.  How is he?"

	"He's starting to get back to normal," I said.

	"Oh!"  She said sounding disappointed.  "I was hoping he might get
beyond that."

	"No, he's doing good.  I mean it's fun being around him for a
change.  He doesn't usually make things too easy for me."

	"Tell me about it.  I've been his mother for nineteen years.  I
know how difficult he can be.  He's a special boy, Martin.  Not sweet like
you but Greg has something most of us don't have.  Unfortunately he doesn't
use it for any good purpose.  I've always hoped he'd grow up.  Some times I
wonder if he ever will."

	We were in the big blue lemo before I knew it and in five minutes
we were crossing the highway and driving down my road.  It would have taken
me the better part of an hour and I was grateful for the ride.  Instead of
being totally wiped out I was only mildly worn down.  I still ate and
lounged rather than consider going out to be around other kids.  I suppose
I didn't feel much like a kid.  I never had.  For as long as I could
remember I was old.  Even with making progress with Greg, it didn't make me
feel all that young.

	The next day I was beside Greg's bed looking up into his more alive
eyes when Nurse Attila arrived.  I took my hands off the bed and sat up
straight so there was no reason for her to give me orders.

	"I thought you might like coffee.  I see you carrying a cup in the
morning when you come in.  We keep these for the officers.  They won't miss
one," she said, smiling with her lips and her eyes.

	She sat down a tray on the cabinet beside me.  There was a white
carafe and a white cup and sugar and real cream.  I didn't even thank her
because she left right away.

	"What are you doing to her?"  Greg asked.  "She's like a caged
gorilla around me.

	"I'm soothing the savage beast," I said, smiling while he wondered.

	Greg again went into thought mode and I'm sure he put two and two
together.  I usually put the buzzer out of his range while I was there.
That seemed to earn me points as lunch showed up with two plates and I was
told that one was for me.  It wasn't half-bad food in spite of Greg's
complaints.  It did save me what little money I had.  I did pass on the
peas and carrots.

	"Let me show you what I can do," Greg announced after lunch.  "Hand
me the bottle."

	I watched as Greg pulled away the sheet and held his cock so the
head leaned into the chrome piss bottle.

	I looked up between his legs and admired everything I could see.
He seemed to be straining and concentrating but nothing was happening.

	"Give me a minute.  It doesn't work like it once did," he
explained.

	On an impulse I let my arm cross his thigh and I ended up with my
hand on his low hanging balls.  I couldn't believe the silken texture of
the smooth sack as I caressed it.

	"Shit!" Greg said, looking at my hand.  "I don't care if I piss or
not.  Keep doing that.  Man that's so nice.  I didn't think I'd ever get
any feeling down there again."

	"I'm here to serve," was all I could get out of my parched mouth.

	In a little while I heard the trickle of liquid turn into a flood
as he finally pissed.  He handed me the bottle when he was done.  It was
warm and I expected him to put the sheet back where it had been but he
didn't.

	"You can keep doing that," he said softly.  "No one will come in
until three.  More meds.  That's what makes my pee smell so rank."

	"I didn't notice," I said, not wasting any time feeling him again.

	His head fell back on his pillow as he stared at the ceiling.  I
could feel an ever so slight stirring in his cock.  I massaged and felt it
in every conceivable way I knew.  Even trussed up as he was, he managed to
get his legs further apart in an effort to facilitate my access.

	"It scares me," he said in a sigh.

	"What's that?"  I asked, feeling the blood starting to course
through the appendage.

	"When I get off I'm usually pretty expressive, you might say."

	"You just ease into it is all," I advised.  "You won't hurt
yourself.  I'll help you do it right."

	"You will?  I really need to do this," He said, wanting
reassurance.

	"Just go with the flow.  Let happen.  You'll be okay."  As I talked
he started to stiffen more completely.  The breadth filled my fingers as I
massaged and squeezed it until it was throbbing in my fingers and standing
at full arousal.  The color was a magnificent display of passion and it
twitched to my touch, much like that first day he allowed me access.

	I had Greg exactly where I wanted him.  Why it was so important to
get him off, I don't know, but it was the most exciting thing I had ever
done and I wanted it to be great for him.

	The soft moans came evenly as his stomach and chest tensed
intermittently as we tested his limits.  His hips moved gently at first and
then they were more animated while he was moving closer to the orgasm he
needed to have.

"We're almost there," he gushed as his chest pumped out air and his upper
body twisted in the bed.

	Both of his hands were flat on the sheet, bracing him for what was
about to come as he continued looking at the ceiling.  I felt his pulsing
flesh starting to pump out the thick white fluid.  At first it ran out of
the tip and over my hungry fingers as they encouraged it out of him.  Only
after he was sure he could control the discharge did two quick pulses of
cum leap into the air a few inches above the flared open red cock head.

	I kissed the underside and felt the hot swollen tissue on my lips.
It was the taste of honey as I let my teeth grate the ridge in a gentle
bite.  He moaned deeply and fought for a breath of fresh air as his upper
body undulated from side to side. I used my tongue on the underside of the
shaft.

"Oh, Martin," he gushed.  "I've never cut loose like that.  Phew!  I didn't
think I'd ever stop.  Oh man that was so good.  Thank you.  Thank you."

I got the towel and wiped off my hand and his dick, and down between his
legs and off the sheet.  I leaned and placed my mouth over his belly button
and licked it with my most passionate kiss.  He giggled and started to
laugh as I gave it my full attention.

He had a hold of my hand when I stood up and he pulled me toward the head
of the bed.  The bulging in my jeans was obvious and I was surprised when I
felt his fingers on my zipper.  Soon he had me exposed and he kissed the
head as he caressed and kissed it, using his hand adeptly on my steaming
excitement.  It was during the second or third kiss that I started spewing
forth my appreciation for this special attention.

He continued his fond attention until I was holding on to the bed, hardly
able to stand.  I sat still exposed as he used the saturated towel to wipe
off his shoulder and the pillow where I had made my deposit.  He looked
extremely serious and watched me recover.

"I haven't done that since I was twelve," he said thoughtfully.

"What's that?"  I asked confused.

"Traded jerk offs with a buddy.  It got so much more involved after twelve.
I forgot how damn good that could be.  You were awesome," he said with
praise in his voice.

"You weren't half bad," I said.

"Yeah, but I'm expected to be good."

"I'm not?"

"You're too damn nice for anyone to think you can do that."

"What did I do?"

"Get into it.  Really get into it.  You seem so uptight but you aren't."

Late in the day before dinner came he wanted me to massage his leg.  Of
course he started to get erect while I was working over his thigh.
Suddenly, my heart was pounding and I was breathing hard and my cock was
hard as stone as I thought about how I had been touching him before.  I had
to touch him but he knew I would and he watched without saying anything.

Soon I was pumping and jerking him off for all I was worth.  It was like
that first day I saw him.  He was irresistible to me.  I just loved being
near him, touching him, wanting him.  I would have done more and he wanted
me to do more but we heard the chow wagon in the hall.  He held my hand on
his erection until the door swung open, and then I was pretending to
massage his thigh until he got his dick under the sheet.

The orderly was oblivious to the lovers as he bragged about the food,
telling us what was on the menu tonight.  I excused myself while he was
still getting things where Greg could reach them and I made my exit before
we could get going again.  As much as I wanted to keep at him I also wanted
to put some time and distance between him and my passion.

This was the way I imagined it could be and now that it was, I had to get
some control over my emotions.  We'd finally gotten to where I wanted to go
and I wanted to make sure we got back there as often as we could.

Greg wasn't far from my mind and I had to stop to let off some steam before
I got to the house.  I'd always been horny and ready for sex but never like
this.  It was a dream come true and I took advantage of the excitement.

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