Date: Mon, 9 Dec 2002 16:22:54 EST
From: Writersrealmmm@aol.com
Subject: Discovering Gregory Chapter 44

Discovering Gregory
Chapter 44

These Truths Are Self Evident

Excuse the delay.  I was creating a web site where you can discover more
about me in stories that describe who I am and where I came from.

http://writersrealm.net

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visit my web site and tell a friend or three and then think about buying
the book I'll have available by June of 2003.  This site will be an
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time goes on there will be pictures to go with some of the stories, so
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	Sitting with Greg was a bit like being at a porn show and a bit
like being in the principal's office. I was always worried about saying the
wrong thing and at the same time I couldn't keep my mouth shut. While I sat
and kept him company, he went through his exercises and contortions as he
honed the upper half of his body back to rippling form.

	One day I came in and he was chinning himself furiously.  I don't
know why I liked it when he sweat but I enjoyed watching the water running
down his chest and into his lower reaches.  It made his muscles shine in
the most delicious way.  The continence of his atrophied body had faded as
he focused on exercising day in and day out.

 	It gave us less time to argue because he rarely said anything after
he exhausted himself.  That gave us time to stare at each other and the
sight of him was no less exciting than the first day I saw him and I saw a
lot more of him now.

	The last five pull-ups seemed agonizingly slow as I stood just
inside the door.  His biceps bulged as he watched the crossbeam he was
trying to conquer.  His chest swelled with air as the water dripped down
his stomach and into his rich pubes as he swung limply on top of his smooth
balls, almost hiding them if they didn't flop.  The big cast on his right
leg had been cut down some time early that day or late the night before.
Doctors here did things on their own schedule.  It now only reached his
knee and the new freedom exhilarated him.

	Each time he pulled himself up the pin in his left leg pulled tight
just below the knee and this challenge to his disability made me wince.
The metal gear that held it all together clanked and yanked and he ignored
whatever pain it caused if any.  He pulled himself up twice more,
struggling with near chinnings and finally he let his bare butt come to
rest on the pillow that usually cradled his head.

	I don't know if he knew I came in or not but I suspect so.  For the
first time he looked at me as his head leaned back on the wall and he
panted and tried to speak at the same time.  His nipples were both erect
and perky in the midst of the moisture that covered his chest and
shoulders.  I counted four rivulets of water running onto his stomach but
his skin was damp all over.

	"You bring the gloves?"

	"No, I forgot," I said, rushing as usual to get to him.

	"Damn it Martin, I don't ask you for much.  This thing is tearing
up my hands."

	He looked at his hands so I'd know the thing was tearing them up,
but he didn't go further.

	"I'll go look for them and come back tomorrow," I said, standing up
not long after I sat down, but the chair was close enough that he could
grab my arm and he did.  "Or, if you don't like that idea, I'll rub lotion
into your hands for you.  Unless you need it rubbed into something else."

	Of course I knew he'd stop me and I kept the chair close enough so
that he could touch me if the mood struck him.  It usually only struck him
after he was done talking me into touching him.  Those conversations
weren't very long but if there was one thing he needed more than his gloves
it was relief from the boredom and his over active libido.  There wasn't
much else to keep him occupied so we spent a great deal of our time keeping
him satisfied.

	At times it got raw and too sour for me to touch and I wondered how
many times a day he got himself off when I wasn't there.  He was good for
two or three most days while I was there but these were secrets he kept
until he got too sore and then I'd get to use lotion there as I often used
it on other parts of his body to keep his skin smooth.  It was a good way
to get things started without me acting too anxious or him having to ask
me.  There were things about Greg that were almost predictable, his
constant need for control and relief.

	I understood he was never going to fall all over himself trying to
let me know how he felt about me but he showed me in more ways than I ever
thought he would or could.  There were those days when he would go first
and make me last and then he'd hold my hand until we rested or it was time
for me to leave.  There was a sadistic streak inside him that gave him
great pleasure when he stopped just short of the moment of truth and forbid
me to finish myself off.  Sometimes I did anyway and did it on his chest
and arm.  He didn't hesitate finishing what he started once he was good and
ready but I didn't complain.  I had more of Greg than I ever dreamed
possible.  For the most part he growled little and rarely insulted me
except when I bit him by mistake or sometimes not.

	The hospital staff mostly co-operated during my visits.  I heard
stories about him taking spells when he was calling for a nurse constantly.
Once I arrived they could all relax, because I waited on him.  Doug was the
only one that ever walked in when he was too far gone to stop.  Of course
Doug took it in stride.  He'd seen it all and nothing surprised him about
his brother.  He told me later, it's good to know it all still works.  It
had worried him that what his brother once had might have been lost or
damaged by the accident and I assured him he wasn't damaged in that
department and if anything he was more horny than before.  Of course Doug
found that hard to believe.

	"They cut the cast down," he said, after catching his breath.
"Thirty-six today."

	"Yeah, your leg is pale."

	"It'll tan up as soon as I get out of here."

	"When?"

	"I don't know.  They keep staring at this one.  There were three in
here last night.  All Colonels.  I get the brass, you know.  They had it
X-rayed and just stood around shaking their heads and passing around the
X-rays."

"What did they say?"

	"Give it time.  It's early.  These things don't heal overnight."

	"They've been saying that for two months.  Overnight must mean
something different to doctors," I said.

	"Yeah, I noticed that too.  Want to wipe me down.  I don't want to
get my sheets wet.  Set the pillow over there so it can dry.  Do my ass
first."

	He reached for his towel and tossed it at me.  It was incredible
how far he could get while being screwed to a damn bed frame.

	"Do my butt first and then my back.  I need to lie down," he said,
leaning up away from the wall, pivoting on one arm after grabbing the
chinning bar over his head.  I tried to reach under him and do it from one
side as he leaned forward.

	"Move around the front to do that side," he said, keeping himself
elevated.

	Reaching around him with my right arm, I was chest to chest with
him as I started to wipe his shoulder and the top of his arm.  He put his
lips on mine and had his free arms wrapped around me before I knew what we
were doing.  He always surprised me when he did something like that.  I
lost the towel and felt his still damp skin.  His tongue had grown and he
didn't hesitate feeding it to me.  The passion told me he was firing up for
a couple of go-rounds.  It was still nice because he didn't rush me to do
anything.  We held each other and kissed without hurry.  This would be one
of the good days.

	After awhile I sat next to him with my face on his chest.  He
seemed to be asleep as one of his arms was across my shoulders and his
breathing became long and even.  As always I couldn't leave him alone for
long and I didn't.  I used the towel to finish drying his legs and all of a
sudden his arms reached up for the cross member and he pulled himself up.

	"Do my bottom.  You got me sweating again," he said and seemed
quite innocent.  "I don't think it even got soft."

	His bottom was off limits for the most part.  On a few special
occasions, back when he was still out of it, I got away with stimulating
him there with my roving hand but he'd let me know that wasn't in play.
Putting lotion there or drying him didn't take long.  On this day he
decided he didn't mind no matter how long I took.

	He did about half of a pull up and I moved to the top of the bed
and shoved the towel on his bottom end.  While he held himself there I lost
the towel and felt his round bottom.  I sat on the bed behind him and let
my fingers feel it and when there was no objection I poked at it with the
tip of one, making sure I felt up between his legs until his balls were on
my fingers.

	The removal of the big awkward cast had created much more
flexibility and mobility in his upper body.  With the new strength in his
arms he could stay airborne long enough for me to admire that which I had
often dreamed of taking off of him.  He finally had to lower himself and my
state of excitement over his exposure to me was no surprise to either of
us.  What was surprising was that when I reached around him, he too was out
standing in that department.

	"Don't even dream about it," he said firmly, letting his naked ass
rest on the front of my poking pants as I massaged his front end with long
strokes.

	Once he settled back on the bed he was totally erect.  He leaned
back against me and didn't say anything.  The sheet he usually used to hide
it from prying eyes was on the floor but he never tried to hide it from my
eyes any more.  In fact he more often then not drew me to it any time it
demanded attention.  There were no more inhibitions between us, well, maybe
one, but that too seemed to be changing as Greg adapted to his
circumstances and to mine.

	He gave more and demanded less.  We'd often sit and watch
television, holding hands, and he'd ask the damnedest questions right out
of the blue.

	"Do you think two guys can fall in love?"

	"Yes!" I said impatient with the question.

	"Yeah, me too.  I don't mean love love.  I mean in love.  I love
guys.  Herbie, Dougie, my old man.  I know that's love.  You.  I just can't
be sure guys can be in love, you know.  I don't see how they can."

	"Believe me they can.  You said me.  Do you love me?"

	"I never said me.  I said you.  In a way I do.  That's why I asked
about it.  I know how I love the old man, Dougie.  I don't know how I love
you.  It's different than that.  I mean it's like the sex is cool and all
but I been with dudes and sex was all.  Just thanks and move on.  Why is
that do you suppose?"

	"I don't know.  I never think thanks and move on.  I don't suppose
I've ever been with anyone I didn't want to stay with," I said, thinking
about it in a way I hadn't before.  "I want to be with someone all the
time.  I need to be with someone all the time.  Being alone is about the
scariest thing there is."

	"You and me?  That what you're saying?  You think we can be
together forever?  You love me that much?"

	"I don't know," I said, not willing to give him that to use on me.

	"I wonder because I'm laid up here and you're about the only one
that remembers I'm alive, except for Mom and Dad.  Maybe that's why I'm
starting to feel more like I....  I guess I don't know what I feel any
more."

"A feeling is part of feelings.  How can you take one and use that to
explain anything?  We feel a hundred things all at once.  I feel all kinds
of different things for you.  There's no way to explain how that works.  I
don't know.  Maybe when I get older I'll figure it out.  Right now I just
want to feel what I'm feeling."

	"You do love me.  Spending all this time up here.  Seeing me act
like an ass and all.  You still love me?"

	"I think I've always loved you and I think I always will.  I do
know that."

	Speaking about a conversation stopper.  I was always afraid to
express myself to him.  I never knew if the silence was about him thinking
or about him thinking I was some kind of a total nut job.  He didn't have
anything to say about that but he didn't make me get up or leave him alone,
so whatever he was thinking, he was thinking he didn't want to interrupt
the flow just then.

	There was no explanation.  We were from two totally different
worlds.  I knew I liked guys for as long as I knew anything about anything.
Of course when I was small, all I knew was that I was different.  I didn't
know how until I was old enough to find out.  I suppose that's the way it
is.  We can't know what we know until we know it.  I couldn't know about
loving other boys until I could love other boys and then I did love them.

	Greg was nothing like me.  He liked boys because they gave him what
he wanted.  It was more about what he felt than what he thought.  There was
no connection beyond what they did together.  Once they were done the only
time he thought about it was when he was ready for more.  Once little girls
came into the picture for him, everything changed.  He still got what he
wanted from little boys but it was just something he needed until he found
something else.

	Maybe there was no love of the boy for Greg.  Maybe he could
separate sex from the rest of his life and from his feelings.  Maybe
married guys who go out and buy prostitutes or have affairs are like that.
It's just a biological need and it's not important where the relief comes
from.  Once the need is strong enough, you seek satisfaction.  Then there
were the guys that were married, and had families, and they drove into town
from time to time, and went to gay clubs and gay theaters and baths to get
that shot of whatever they needed, and then they went back to their family
and their wives until the next time the need arose.

	I didn't know how you figured all that out.  We were all different.
I was different.  I never knew anyone so different as me.  I was different
enough to want to hang onto whatever I had with Greg as long as I could.
Being in love was way better than anything else I'd ever found, and that
would never change.

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