Date: Fri, 2 May 2003 06:56:10 EDT
From: Writersrealmmm@aol.com
Subject: Discovering Gregory Chapter 52

Discovering Gregory

Chapter 52

Mountain Song

The War On Sex!

Politicians are orchestrating a war on sex to go with Nixon's failed war
on drugs so they can please their right wing base that now envision the
state enforcing sodomy laws. Their attempts to make homosexuality
criminal failed, so sodomy laws kill two birds with one stone. You are
the first bird.

The war is on and the carefully selected Supreme Court will uphold the
religious right's view that Texas should have the right to monitor sex in
your bedroom in the name of their God. Amen. So much for your privacy
rights.

Once it's upheld in Texas, they'll promote such laws in all state. It
gives them the keys to the nation's bedrooms. One phone call and they're
breaking in your door. They can't simply target gays so free thinking
straights will be arrested. Bird Two.

This has far ranging implications concerning privacy rights.

And as usual the sanctimonious politicians promoting theses laws will
continue to take what they want in the way of sex and drugs. They never
fight the wars they declare because they have the power and the money to
avoid such laws.

If you question their resolve go back twenty years when we were dying
like flies of AIDS. "God's plague on gays," according to the CR. The
politician's response was to ignore it until four heterosexual Haitian
males, non-drug users, washed ashore in Florida with the disease. The war
on AIDS was on. There were 10,000 dead gay men and 25,000 infections, and
an epidemic was born of ignorance. How Christian!

Think about it.

					*****

Do not fail to read about the 14 year old gay hero, Tom McLauglin, who
stood up to the Christian Right, refusing to give up his rights.

"...And a child shall lead them."

Read more:

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Peace & Love,

Rick Beck


Chapter 52

Mountain Song

Doug was gone up the rope before I had time to regroup or get dressed. We
could have done anything there in the shadow of that cliff but we didn't.
There is a fog that comes into your brain once your dick gets hard. If it
gets hard around someone like Doug, your brain can rationalize anything
to make up for all those times you were alone and wished you weren't.

What my brain did was picture Greg. Not while Doug was there but right
after he left me. I needed to get back to Greg just then. I couldn't
breathe and there was a panic that had drawn up in my chest. What the
fuck was I doing going down there with Doug, knowing how we might end up?
I knew better and I knew the danger and what it could cost me, and I
still went. I felt stupid and manipulated because Doug knew how I felt.
Love had nothing to do with the reality of it and he knew that too, but
he didn't have to drag me down that rope.

They were at the table when I finally got collected and went into the
house. They'd moved the kitchen table into the living room and pulled up
a lounge chair that usually sat down on the patio for Greg. He was
bundled up in a coat and was gazing at the fire. The plate on his lap
hadn't been touched. He didn't looked at me when I showed up.

"Martin, the barbecue is on the stove and the buns are next to it.
There's fresh potato salad and Cole slaw on the table. Help yourself,"
Greg's mom said.

"Hey," I said, sitting on the floor beside Greg and resting my back on
the wall and my plate in my lap.

"Hey yourself. Where you been?"

"I was in the river," I said, thinking of Doug and feeling even more
stupid.

"That's funny. Doug was down there too. You should have gone together,"
Greg said, glancing at me.

"We did silly," I said, and he smiled at the fire.

"I know. I'd have gone but it's not easy getting all of me down that
rope."

"You get enough rest?" I asked, wanting to hug him and tell him I was
sorry.

"No. I'm tired, really tired. Lugging this thing around is no fun any
more. I'd just as soon be back there strung up in the bed as being down
here stuck back in the bedroom until someone decides to come and rescue
me. At least I can do what I want there."

"You can do what you want here, Gregie," his mom said.

"Yeah, right! I can't go out. I feel like I'm a prisoner in here. All you
guys have things to keep you busy. It's not so bad there once you get use
to it. Where is there to go? Up here there's placing to go but I can't
leave the house."

"I'll rig you up a place next to the window. It'll be like being
outside," his father said.

"We'll build you a platform."

"Yeah, cool," Greg said without enthusiasm.

"Martin and I will take you down on the patio tomorrow, big brother,"
Doug said. "You can get some sun and fresh air. Right Martin?"

I glared but I did speak, both his mother and father looked at Doug with
suspicion as Doug gobbled his third sandwich.

"What did I do?" He asked, licking his fingers and reaching for another
bun.

Greg didn't say anything and stabbed some stuff with his fork and then
leaned back in the chair looking exhausted, failing to eat any of it. He
finally set his plate on the television tray that had been placed beside
the lounge chair.

The barbecue was excellent and I was starved. The fresh mountain air had
me ravenous but that passed once I watched Greg sit haplessly next to me.
His mom and dad joked with Doug and me and then it was time to clean up.
There wasn't a lot of room in the kitchen once the table was back in
place. It was a weekend house, albeit quite beautiful even with the bare
sheet rock walls and the unpolished wood floors. Once it was done it
would be picturesque in that setting.

"Help me into the bedroom," Greg said. "I'm tired."

Everyone ignored what he said but they all watched with concern as I
helped him down the hall. I was tired by the time I got him on the bed.

"Are you all right, stud?" I asked foolishly.

"What does it look like? Help me get my coat off," he ordered. "I'm hot."

"Me too, big boy," I said, knowing that always worked.

"I was thirsty before and you were no where around. My mother had to get
me out of the bed and she doesn't know how."

"Yeah, well, she only weighs like a hundred pounds. That's probably why."

"Are you all right?" He asked sarcastically, after pulling the quilt up
over him.

I looked down at him as he looked up at me and he looked quite helpless.
It's funny because I hadn't ever seen him as helpless. Oh, in the
beginning there was the restrictiveness of his situation but he never let
it keep him down for long, not in front of me anyway. He was remarkably
high spirited under the circumstances. He had a strong will and wouldn't
let anything get him down for long.

Now he was finally coming back to his life and he seemed very helpless,
and he was because things weren't just about him. He didn't simply just
ring when the mood struck him. He was back in the family unit and there
were other considerations besides him. He wasn't the center of anything
only a small piece of a whole thing. He didn't like that much and his
disability kept him from doing anything he'd like to do, so he was
helpless.

There was a difficulty being there alone with him. He watched me without
speaking and there was nothing in the room to distract us from one
another. I would love to have made love to him. Lord knows I was horny
enough to go all night but there was nothing sexual about his look and
his words. That was probably more unusual than anything. By this time
he'd usually had a couple of orgasms and was talking about more or what
we'd do tomorrow, but none of that here, not that I wanted to get caught
in the middle of anything.

"Doug kissed me," I blurted out. "We went to the river and he kissed me.
I kissed him back I guess. I was stupid. I'm sorry."

"Oh, that's what the long face is about. My brother is hopeless. You've
got to be careful around him. He always wants what I have, Martin.
Haven't you figured that out yet. Doug's more competitive than I am. He
just doesn't let anyone know."

"That doesn't matter, Greg. He kissed me and I kissed him back and I wish
I hadn't and I feel absolutely rotten about it."

"What, you're like superman now? I'd kiss him back if he kissed me. Shit,
I know he's a looker. A guy could do a lot worse than Doug. He's my
brother though. No great pleasure in fucking your brother, if you have
other options anyway."

"I figured you'd be pissed. I feel like crap."

"Kiss me and I'll make it better," he said, giving me one of his coy
smiles an the opening I didn't think was going to come. I knew a kiss
would lead to bigger and better things.

I kissed him gently and felt better for it. I was sure he would take my
head off when I told him. It wasn't like Greg to take such things so
casually. I know if he did something like that it would be no big deal to
him but if someone did it to him, he'd be enraged. The kiss was fine but
there was no invitation to go beyond it to reach for something more
passionate, which is what I needed from him right then. In fact he broke
it off the kiss rather shyly, turning his head.

"I'm tired. They'll probably be doing something. Why don't you join them
and let me catch up on my rest. Keep your place and we'll pick up where
we left off in the morning."

I suppose I missed being next to him constantly. Knowing he was in the
next room was no help and being dismissed wasn't something I liked.
Things were changing but I didn't think any of it was for the better.
Greg and I had only each other for months on end and now we were mixing
everything back up and starting over. There was too much going on and it
was all new to me.

They were all sitting around the living room drinking tea when I came
out.

"Sleeping again?" His mother asked.

"Yeah, says he's tired. He seems awful tired. It's not like him," I said,
biting my lip to shut myself up before they figured it all out.

"He's got new medication. Says it makes you drowsey right on the label
and not to operate heavy machinery," Greg's mom said as Doug looked at
his father pensively.

"I don't think there is any chance of that," she said in her little girl
voice.

"I don't know," Doug said, "That boys got more heavy durty machinery than
most."

He couldn't help but laugh at his joke but no one else saw the humor in
it.

I sat in the lounge chair and drank Greg's tea. I wasn't sure what I
wanted to do. I felt somewhat odd, out of place, out of time.

"Want to go to the clubhouse?" Doug asked. "We can shoot pool. Roam
around."

"No, I'm a little tired too," I said. "Where's Cheryl anyway, Dougie?"

The look he gave me was showed extreme displeasure with my comment. I
felt a chill come over the room and I was next to the fireplace. Doug
sunk back deeper into his chair and sipped tea.

"She's such a nice girl. He said she couldn't come this weekend.
Something with her parents, isn't that what you said, honey? We told him
you'd be with Greg and he should ask her again but he said she couldn't."

"Yeah, something with her parents," Doug said, not looking at me but
seeming unhappy about something.

"She's pretty," Greg's father said. "Smart too. I don't know what she
sees in Dougie. He's just a pup and she's a full grown woman. She's what
twenty?"

"Dad! She's nineteen," Doug protested.

"Just seeing if I could get a rise out of you, son," he answered. "He
said she was coming until we told him you and Greg would be down. I think
Doug wants you to himself, Martin. He's always asking if you've come
around the house or called."

"Dad! Once I asked that. Once!"

"Yeah, once or ten times," Greg's mother said.

"Martins a nice boy. It's okay to like him. Boys today don't have enough
boyfriends. There's a bond boys need with one another. Without that they
lose a piece of themselves," Greg's father said.

"Dad!"

"In my day boys hung together even after they were married. I had no
interest in girls when I was your age, son. Lord, last thing on my mind
was a family. We hunted, fished, got drunk together, but we won't get
into that. No, boys and girls get together way too quick now, seems to
me. No time to build friendships that last. Women always stick together
but men have work and nothing else to hold them up but their families,
and heaven help them if that fails. One minute they're little kids and
the next minute their dating and getting serious. No childhood any more."

"Well, it's different now," Doug said.

"We're going hunting tonight. Want to go?" Greg's father asked.

"Dad! You know I don't like hunting."

"Yes, but a man should know how to get game. When I was a boy...."

"You're not a boy and times have changed, Pop. I get game at the Safeway.
You

know I don't like killing animals."

"Those steaks don't get there by wishing, son. They kill animals to
provide that meat for you at that Safeway."

"Yeah, cool, but I don't have to kill them. Jez, I need to go for a walk.
Come on Martin. My brother isn't going anywhere."

"We're going at nine if you change your mind," Greg's father said. "Go
ahead, Martin, we'll keep an eye on Greg for you. Enjoy yourself while
you're up here."

I followed Doug out the back door and it was surprising how cool it got
so fast. He stormed up to the road like a man on a mission. I walked up
to see what was going on. We needed to have a talk and putting it off was
only going to make the weekend more difficult.

"Why'd you bring up Cheryl anyway? They're both on me about that and now
you."

"Cheryl's your girlfriend?" I asked, knowing the answer.

"So what!"

"So what about down there. Doug, Greg and I... I'm not... what about
Cheryl?"

"What about her? What's she got to do with us? I'm not proposing marriage
to you, Martin. I just want you to... it's not like she's here. She
wouldn't care anyway. You didn't mind so much when you were the one that
was horny."

"It has everything to do with her. It's always had to do with her. That's
what you want your life to be about. Greg and I have something...."

"Right! How long do you think it will last once he can get his dick back
in circulation? He'll be fucking everything that walks and you know it.
Don't put a guilt trip on me. You've never been one to turn it down and
unless my lips are broken, you were kissing me right back, buddy."

"I'll take that chance and what I've done isn't what I always have to do.
It's possible to learn as you go. Just because I like you doesn't mean
I've got to get it on with you every time you have the urge."

"You're a fool. Look you're the only one I got left. I just need to do
that with you this one weekend. Cheryl can't do it to me and you can't
tell me Greg lets you fuck him. I know better. I've thought about
stopping but I'm not ready yet. I know it's what you like. Come on,
Martin. You know you want to. Just this weekend."

"I don't want to have sex with you."

"You kissed me. You said you love me. I know you want it as much as I do.
Don't forget I've been with you. Just for the weekend and I'll leave you
alone after that. I've been thinking about it for a couple of weeks and
then they said you were coming down here. I made excuses why Cheryl could
come so I could be with you. So don't say no after I've gone through all
this trouble to get us together."

"No. I might need it every bit as much as you do but I'm not going to be
part of your secret life. You aren't interested in anything that lasts
between us. You just want a fix now and then to tide you over. I've had
my fill of quickies. I don't need anything that doesn't have some staying
power. You've told me about your future and there isn't any room for me."

Doug looked at the house to make sure no one was watching and then he
tried to kiss me again, but I turned my head. His hand went straight to
the truth of the matter and he found what he suspected would be there.

"Come on. You're already hard. You know you want it. Why are you being
like this?"

I moved his hand and thought I wanted to feel him to see if he was hard
too, but I didn't, and he was not happy.

"You mean I came up here to be with you. I fixed it so we could be alone,
and you don't care?"

"I care more than you'll ever know, Doug, but I care about other things
too."

"About Greg? He can take care of himself."

"You've got to stop, Doug. If you want what you say you want, you've got
to stop having sex with guys. You're just going to get hurt."

"I can't. I still need it. Not all the time any more but some time, you
know. I can't get it out of my head. Like now. I need to do something,
Martin. I know that I'll outgrow it one day, but not yet, okay. Just this
weekend and I won't ask you again. I promise."

"You'd be just what I wanted if there was a future in being with you, but
there isn't. Just the weekend, just right now, just for a few minutes,
and then you're ready to go back to your girlfriend. Think about it. You
need to stop if you're going to stop, Doug. Sex is about more than
feeling good. There comes a time when it is about loving someone and only
one someone."

"I can stop any time I want. Not yet though. Please, Martin. We should
have done it down there. I shouldn't have given you time to think about
it. What a fool I was for thinking I'd make you wait for. This is bogus.
Come on!"

"Would I have. Yeah, you can still sweep me off my feet when you catch me
off guard, but then I come back to earth, Doug. I've got to live with
what I've done. You say there is probably no future with Greg, but there
is a possibility with him. There is definitely no possibility with you.
You've made that clear and I accept that. Hell you fixed me up with Kent
when I told you how I felt about you just to get rid of me."

"Yeah, I had Herbie then. I miss him. Even had Timmy back then. Never had
to think about where I'd get it. I got mad some times because they were
always on me. Now I'm the one. I'm sorry, Martin. I am. I had my chance,"
Doug said, touching my arm in a most gentle way. "I guess I should have
known since you never come to see me any more. Some nights I lay awake
thinking you'll come up late one night and you'll.... I just thought...
well, you know what I thought... and I'm sorry. You're right. I need to
stop. Guess there's no time like the present."

"What's up," a familiar voice said, and the tip of the cigarette
furnished a distorted red light as someone strutted up like he owned the
mountain.

"Augie Moon," I said, trying hard to see his lovely face.

"In the flesh. Martin right? Long time no see. Where you been hangin'?
They said Greg was coming down. How's he doing?"

"He's fine," I said.

"Hi Doug," Augie said, turning his attention to my companion. "What's
up?"

"You don't want to know," I blurted out.

"Martin, hush up," Doug ordered.

"Augie knows, Doug. He only watched us... well, he knows what you like,"
I said, kicking Doug's foot.

"Your old man invited me to go hunting with him. He said you'd be here
this weekend. You coming?"

"No, that's his problem," I said as Doug kicked my foot.

"Martin!"

"You should come with us. I'd like that. Your old man gets away from me.
Youngest old dude I ever seen."

"He's not old," Doug said.

"You know what I mean," Augie said.

"Where's your buddy, Van?" I asked.

"His weekend with his girlfriend. I get left down here for a few days. I
still camp up on the heights when I'm not with Van. I mostly stay down
his place. He's cool."

"Hunting, huh," Doug said, becoming more hospitable.

"Yeah, your old man is something. Him and Ike always get game."

"Hunting?" Doug said again. "Maybe I'll go with you. A man should know
how to get game."

"That would be cool. I can only keep up with your old man for about an
hour, then he gets away from me. Goes up over that hill like it's a
meadow. He's part mountain goat and part puma. You'd never know he had
kids your age by the way he moves."

"Yeah, I could go and keep you company."

"All right," Augie said, heading toward the house with Doug right behind
him.

Okay, I thought, I'm no longer the only one Doug has to tickle his fancy
when it itches. I found it amusing the way they were jawboning each other
as they went into the kitchen. They definitely had a meeting of the minds
that seemed to make both of them seriously happy. Maybe Augie needed a
fix too?

When I went into the kitchen they were seated at the table staring at
each other as I passed. I could feel the heat and wanted to see their
first born. It would have been a beaut for sure.

At nine Greg's father was ready to go and he was still laughing as Doug
followed him and Augie out of the house. I thought about two dogs meeting
on the corner and licking each other's privates but I was sure it
wouldn't end there with Doug and Augie. I was hoping that this would be
enough to satisfy Doug for the weekend but I still wasn't too happy with
what I had felt while we were down at the river. It's kind of
disappointing when you love someone as much as I loved Greg and someone
else can still turn your head long enough for you to lose it. I wish my
dick didn't get quite so hard so fast. I wish it couldn't get control of
me without any advance warning. I wished a lot of stuff but in the end it
was all up to me.

"What's the new medication for?" I asked as Greg's mom and I sat alone in
the living room.

"Says to enhance healing. Then there are some other things but it's all
Greek to me. I guess it's to replace the stuff they shoot him up with. It
always takes time to adjust to new medication."

"He is sleeping a lot," I said. "He usually doses on and off during the
afternoon. He's done nothing but sleep since we got here."

"Yeah, should have left you boys at the house. We so wanted to have him
with us for one weekend. Probably the medication and the stress. We won't
make him come down any more. No sense in upsetting him like this. May as
well let him do what he wants."

She too thought it was just the location. It still didn't solve anything.
I was sure Greg would rather be at the house but you made the best of
what you had. It wasn't like him to let anything get him down for long
and that's what bothered me most.

I sat up and talked with Greg's mother until almost midnight. She was
funny and smart and never let on that she thought Greg and I were lovers.
I still wasn't sure what she knew and fear kept me from confessing my
sin. It was simply too dangerous to take the risk. What if she told me
not to see him any more? No, I wasn't going there, not while he still
needed me.

Doug came back first but Augie wasn't far behind. Both of them looked
like they had dressed themselves in the dark. Doug poured two glasses of
tea even before Augie made his appearance, so I knew their return had
been arranged ahead of time. Doug left him in the kitchen and came into
the living room, tucking in his shirt and checking his zipper once he
did.

"Mom, I asked Augie to stay. He can use Cheryl's sleeping bag in my
bedroom."

"Oh, great, Pop'll be glad to have some company in the morning. Just
don't be climbing into his sleeping bag like you do when Cheryl's,
Dougie," she said in that irresistible little girl voice she used when
she wanted to bring levity to a conversation.

"Mother!" Doug objected too strenuously.

"You think we're death, Doug," she said in a less conciliatory tone while
looking over top of her glasses as she continuing her knitting. "Cheryl
is not quiet in the throws of passion, my second born."

"Mom!"

"Far be it from me to deny my sons their happiness, but you get that girl
pregnant and your life as you know it ends. You do know that?"

"Mom!"

"Well Augie should just be aware of your history concerning that sleeping
bag is all I'm saying. You might forget it's not Cheryl in there."

"Mom!" Doug said, as Augie busted out laughing in the kitchen.

"Come on and I'll show you where you can sleep. Don't worry, you'll be
safe."

"Your mother's cool," Augie said as Doug moved him toward the bedroom and
Augie laughed harder because of Doug's obvious embarrassment.

"You boys think parents are all ignorant of how the world is. We might
act ignorant but we really aren't."

"I never thought you were," I answered.

"No, but those two think we are. I suppose some parents might try to
force their boys to do what they want them to do with their lives. Their
father and I think they've got to make their own decisions. I mean I put
my foot down if they get someone pregnant. Then they're going to take
responsibility for their actions. I'm sorry. I feel strongly about that
because it involves innocent children. I'm just happy Greg has found a
friend like you, Martin. Those boys he use to hang with, most of them
were very nice boys, don't get me wrong, but they acted like they didn't
have good sense most of the time. Not many stayed for the main event
after Greg was hurt and needed friends. Nope, not one I know of, just
you, Martin. Don't think he hasn't noticed. You've got a friend for life,
you know. I don't envy you that, Martin. My first born is a handful when
he's clicking on all cylinders."

We were both yawning while Greg's mom waited for her husband to return. I
excused myself and went to the bedroom.

"I'm dying of thirst," Greg said after I closed the door. I opened it and
got a glass full of ice, a glass full of water, a bottle of soda,
collecting the television table as I went. He sat up in the bed and
drank, chewing on the ice as he so often did in the hospital. He didn't
act is though I was there at all.

"Who did I hear come in with my brother?"

"August Moon," I said. "They went hunting with your father."

"My brother went hunting. Get real. He wasn't hunting coon. He must have
been after bigger fish," Greg said coldly.

"August Moon," I said, figuring Greg could add things up as easy as I
could.

"Yeah, Augie's intense all right. Two bulls never can get it on together,
you know. He was interested though. Had the feeling he'd have sat on my
lap for a wink and a smile. He didn't though," Greg said, qualifying his
remarks and looking at me to make sure I heard. "Too much cock for
another bull to get too interested. Nice guy though. So he's keeping his
hands off you I take it?"

"Yep, we had a talk. Doug took right up with Augie. He's so funny. I love
your brother, Greg."

"Of course you figured that would get you off the hook with me, right?"

"Yep, but you said I wasn't on your hook... yet, anyway."

"Why did you tell me about him kissing you?"

"I felt guilty as shit. I like Doug a lot. I wouldn't hurt him or reject
him outright. Don't ask me why not."

"God, Martin, I don't own you. I know I'm not everything you need right
now. If you did, I mean... you know what I mean. I wouldn't hold it
against you. Not for long anyway. I would get over it. I would live if
you and my brother...."

"I know better and I don't want my life to be about that. I'm only
interested in you, Greg. You are what I want and the longer I'm with you
the stronger my feelings are for you. Pretty soon you'll be out of that
thing and at home and we can get back to living in the real world. I
can't wait and if it's meant to be it will be and if not...."

"You might have to."

"I might have to?" I asked, not having a clue.

"Wait. You might have to wait."

"What's that supposed to mean. Wait for what? We've waited long enough."

"You want to hold me right now? I want you to hold me and I guess if I
don't ask, you aren't going to, so hold me already."

"Sure," I said, getting a chill but quickly losing it once I stripped and
got into bed with him. "I don't want to crowd you, Greg. I know you
aren't feeling good. I know you didn't want to come down here."

"Shut up. I just asked you to hold me for crap sake. Can't we do it
without all the talking?"

I eased my arms around him and he wanted me to pull him closer. He
wrapped himself up in my arms in a way he'd never done before. He put his
head on my shoulder and I held him like he was a baby, rocking him
because it seemed like he needed comforting. Another chill ran through me
as I was seeing a side of Greg I had never seen before and while I
proceeded to worry about it he spoke up.

"You can kiss me if you want. I mean you can't bruise my lips, although
some times you act like you're trying. Just kiss me, okay."

"Silly boy," I said, pressing my lips on his and they became the ignition
switch for love.

I felt better almost immediately and I yanked off his bottoms and went to
work with all the gusto I'd built up while going with out that day. Once
more he rose to the occasion in a way that told me he too needed relief.
He filled my mouth and my jaws and didn't seem to care about my teeth or
anything but his pent-up lust.

Even though it was chilly in the room, he let the quilt fall away and the
sweat ran down his chest as the bed rocked to his beat. It was every bit
as good as the weekend before and his revitalization heartened me back to
complete awareness of our lusty goal. His shaft hardened to the
consistency of steel and the ridges around his cock head stiffened so
that my lips merely washed over them but could not make any impression on
them once you got beyond the moans he stifled with his pillow. I felt the
hard flesh tense as he held my head in a way that allowed him to push
deep into my throat as the spasms hit his body and me. He lurched and
twisted the orgasm out of himself, jolting both of us with each blast. It
took a few seconds for the taste of his love to get back up to my mouth
but the contortions of his body told me everything I needed to know. He
was hanging there on the edge of bliss for some time before he finally
eased off my mouth as he ever so slowly relaxed his body back onto the
bed.

Even then there were gasps and gulps as he struggled to get back to the
room. His eyes were closed and his chest pumped large gulps of air. His
face was a cross between the ecstasy and the agony and I went with the
ecstasy as I licked his shrinking ardor for all I was worth, trying to
preserve that perfect erection for a few seconds more.

"Fuck! You been practicing? Damn! I'm having a heart attack. I've never
got off like that before," he confessed, with both of his arms bracing
himself on the bed as the sweat rolled and he panted. "Wow. Were you
saving that one for me or what?"

"Absolutely. You ain't seen nothin' yet, little boy. You going to be
okay?" I asked, concerned for his struggle to breathe and the appearance
of his way thin body.

"Don't stop now," Greg pleaded once I'd relinquished my hold on him.
"Give me another one of those. Make it a double."

"Maybe you need to rest a few minute. You're still panting, Greg. You
look awful pale. I know, let's make out."

"Get it while you can, Martin. Suck it, big boy. I need you to do it
again. I need to know I gave you all you could ever want this weekend.
Humor me."

"You kidding me. You give me all I could want every day of my life. Just
being with you is all I ever wanted, Greg."

"There's more where that came from. One more for the road, kid. I want
you to have something you'll remember."

It was easier on me after his dick yielded up some of the gristle that
filled it when he was getting close to the end, not that I minded it when
he got that turned on. It only happened when he was most horny and most
needy. It always got me going big time, feeling the way he moved under
me, trying to get every bit of pleasure out of the experience. The
urgency always apparent.

Soon he was rocking and rolling and started to stiffen like he'd never
cum at all. While he didn't always go soft after sex the first time, he
almost always did these days. Greg wasn't the sexual animal he once was
but he was determined to do a repeat immediately and he was doing a
convincing job of acting like he could. My jaws were once more spread to
the max as he used them up, moving me on my side once he was going good
so he could get every millimeter into my mouth.

Greg could reload quicker than anyone I had been around but it hadn't
been like that in some time. We might get him off once an hour until he
was spent some days in the hospital but he wanted the break between
sessions. Some times I wondered if he came at all but there was no doubt
this time. I'd almost drowned on what I'd helped him whip up and now it
was like he hadn't or maybe like he had something to prove. You couldn't
get me to argue about it because this was as good as it gets for me. We
could have gone for three if he had been up to it but he was satisfied
after two, holding me all the way down on him long after he was drained
dry.

Both times I came when he did. It was all I could do to hold back until
he let loose because his dick made me so hot I could get off just looking
at it. Both times he got harder and filled out fuller than I ever
remember him doing before. It was like he'd saved it up for one grand
orgasm... or two in this case. I still had my hands on it after I dried
him off and wiped him down and he was done for the night, like the race
horse who had run his race, and I was now preparing him for bed.

I slid under the covers and hugged my naked body against his. I put my
face on his chest and breathed in his thick scent. God I loved him, and
he picked then to shake my world.

"There's a growth," he said long after I thought he had gone to sleep.

"What?" I said, startled completely awake in that one instant.

"There's a growth on my leg. If it's cancer they'll be taking it Monday.
That's what those assholes have been looking at in the X-rays for two
months. One thought it was possibly a growth, everyone else said it was
calcium from the healing process. Those fuckers might have cost me my
leg."

"What?" I said, sitting straight up in the bed, trying to remember each
of his words, weighing them, measuring them, trying to make them mean
something other than what they meant.

"You heard me. I don't want you there Monday. Go to school. I'll be in
the operating room all morning and in recovery all afternoon. Don't come
to just sit there waiting alone. It won't do either of us any good."

"Your mother doesn't know?" I asked.

"No, dad said she had been through enough. Why tell her until absolutely
necessary."

By then I couldn't breathe and my eyes were scalding hot. I cried and
fought for air and I started shaking all over.

This is what had been hanging over us since we left the hospital. This
was what wasn't being said.

I gulped air and I could hear my heart pounding in my ear. Everything now
made perfect sense.

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Rest in peace Justin Case. Your silence will be heard.

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