Date: Sat, 7 Jun 2003 11:57:17 EDT
From: Writersrealmmm@aol.com
Subject: Discovering Gregory Chapter 55

Discovering Gregory
Chapter 55
Sunday Silence

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Chapter 55
Sunday Silence

Greg's outing had worn him out. We didn't wake him for dinner but I took
him food and sat with him while he was awake for a couple of hours. There
was a roaring fire going in the fireplace when I came out of the
bedroom. Everyone was sitting around in the living room with one exception,
Augie was no where to be seen.

There was a card game, small talk, and the food just kept on coming. There
was ice cream, cake, and pie, and plenty of chips and Coke. Everyone was
content to play for some time but I was still worried about Greg and not
concentration on the game. I guess getting slaughtered requires some
excuse, but I didn't win a hand and certainly not the game.

The idea that Greg would get plenty of rest and be a live wire when I went
to bed wasn't true. I lost at cards and I lost at love, although the events
at the river that day, was a keeper for my memory banks. I was far more
tired than I thought and I fell asleep right after establishing that Greg
wasn't going to wake up for a period of fun and games.

I don't know what time I woke up but it was getting daylight and Greg was
already awake, staring patiently at the ceiling, waiting for my help.

"I've got to go," he said, sensing my awakening.

"Come on, I'll help you," I said, going around to his side of the bed.

Throwing back the covers, I found he was in a extreme state of erectile
bliss.

"Why don't you use the bottle," I suggested.

"I want to stand up and pee in the toilet like a man. It's one of my few
luxuries, you know."

"I've got to put those damn pajamas on you?"

"No! Pop'll already be outside. Mom and Doug will sleep until noon if no
one gets them up."

"You want to go naked to the bathroom?"

"No! I've got my cast on. I'll tuck it into my cast if someone comes
along."

"Yeah, right. I don't think you can tuck that thing anywhere as hard as it
is."

"I was thinking about yesterday."

"Augie?"

"With my brother. You notice how when a dick head gets near Doug's ass, it
just sorta sucks it inside."

"Greg!" I said.

"You've fucked him. It's like a warm mouth sucking you up."

"Greg!"

"You're so proper all the time. When are you going to loosen up? Doug knows
what he likes. You know what he likes. I sure as hell know what he
likes. Me saying what he likes isn't giving away any national secrets."

"You're in a strange mood today. I don't like talking about someone like
they're a piece of meat."

"Jesus, that's not even what I said. Fucking him is like an experience is
all I'm saying. Doug is good because he really likes it up the
ass. Watching him take Augie was hot. Well, wasn't it?"

"Yes, hot," I reluctantly agreed while getting up under his arm and
starting him toward the door.

"Augie's no little boy. He's near about as thick as me. Not nearly as long
but almost as wide, and Doug had no problem with him. You know I wanted
you. There was no way I was going to talk you into anything down there but
I wanted you so bad. I figured if I jacked off you just might...  you
know."

"If you'd let me in on what you wanted I might have given you a hand."

"Yeah, well, I have a hand of my own. That's really not what I had in
mind. While my brother was taking it up the butt, I was more thinking in
that area."

As we got to the door he grew quiet. He leaned out in the hall to make sure
the way was clear and he couldn't hear anyone moving around. We eased our
way to the bathroom, where he stood and we waited.

"Better help me aim it. If I don't hold onto the wall and you, I'm going to
end up pissing in the air while laying on my back."

"You sure we're here to piss?"

"Yeah, I'm sure but my dick ain't got the message yet. Once he sees the
toilet, he'll figure it out."

I'd wanted to touch it since I pulled the covers down but I wasn't sure
what was best for him at the time. When I did grab on and point it down at
the water, it let go with a shiver and he let go with a sigh that was more
on the order of a stifled moan.

"Maybe that wasn't such a bright idea," he said.

"Why's that?"

"I told you I've been thinking about yesterday. I've got to piss and I need
to cum and that's not a real good mixture at the moment. Your hand makes it
think it wants to cum. Why didn't you wake me up last night. You knew I was
horny."

"Greg, you got off twice at the river and I'm not sure how many times I got
you off the night before. I didn't want to bother you."

"Well, now you see what happens. It was five times and that was way earlier
than last night."

"What was five times?"

"You got me off five times."

"You want me to jack you off?" I asked, wanting to help.

"I told you I've got a hand, Martin."

"Well I'm not blowing you here. I'm worried someone will walk in the
bedroom while I'm doing that. I'm not doing it in here."

"I really need to piss," he said, sounding sure. "It's starting to hurt."

I did the only thing I knew to do and put a finger on his butt hole. He
flinched but raised no objection. Once I broke through and slipped it past
the muscle, he started to squirt a couple of erratic bursts of piss.

"It burns. I'm not like Doug. You notice he doesn't have any hair back
there. You think he shaves it?"

"No, he doesn't shave there."

"I've got hair everywhere down there. You got hairy everywhere down
there. Why doesn't he?"

"He's smooth. He's delicate. I guess he doesn't grow hair there yet."

"Herbie use to say it was like fucking a girl."

"What did you say to that?" I asked.

"I agreed with him."

"Greg!"

"You know we use to do that. Hell, we slept together until we moved
here. I'd just roll over and there he was and as soon as my dick got close
to his hot spot, he was after it."

"Greg! I don't have to know everything."

"You think Herbie and I ruined him for girls?"

"No, he's got Cheryl and they really like each other."

"Good, I'd hate to think I ruined my own brother. It wasn't like he wasn't
all for it. We all started on that way too young. I worry about it
sometimes."

"I think Doug knows what he likes and likes what he likes and you and
Herbie merely furnished him with what he'd have found on his own
otherwise."

"Augie tried," Greg said as the pee starting running, and running, and
running.

"He did more than that," I said.

"You let him fuck you?"

"What are you talking about. I haven't been with Augie. Not anything
serious."

"He tried to fuck me," Greg said, sounding a bit sheepish.

"You let him?" I asked.

"He didn't. He just tried."

"You let him?"

"We were wrestling. It was some time after we saw you doing Doug in the
middle of the trail."

"That wasn't my idea," I defended.

"I may not be a genius but I had already figured that one out, Martin. Doug
has an appetite for it. You just wait until someone politely asks you to
put it somewhere."

"Why were you so pissed of then? I mean you're telling me all about
Doug. Why did Doug being Doug and me doing that to him make you so angry?
As I recall you dismissed me as someone you never wanted to cross paths
with again," I reminded him as I held his fast emptying and softening dick.

"Very funny, cross paths again. You should be a comedian. Want to wet a
washrag and maybe wash some of this shit off me. I'm covered in it. I'm
starting to smell like a cum factory. It seemed like a good idea at the
time but we all pumped out major loads. Except for you because someone
didn't say, please Martin, won't you shoot a load on Greg while we're at
it."

"Greg! Sure I can wet a washcloth. Let's get you back in the bedroom
first," I said, helping him back down the hall.

When I came back with the washrag he was covered up to his waist and so I
started with his arms and underarms first, working over to his chest, and
then down to his stomach. When I peeled back the blanket he was working on
another boner. I did his thighs and between his legs and then his balls and
by that time he was standing tall.

"We were wrestling."

"You and Augie," I said, still having a bookmark on that conversation.

"Yeah, he was always wanting to wrestle me."

"He doesn't wrestle with Doug."

"That's because Doug gives it up without a struggle."

"Greg! Cut it out."

"Martin! You are so naïve. What do you think we're talking about."

"I don't talk about being with someone."

"Oh, so you were with Augie."

"No."

"Well, you're not talking about it and you said that's when you have done
something. I listen to what you say."

"You're hopeless."

"Horny too. Why don't you wash on that some," he said, making it twitch so
I had no trouble knowing what he wanted washed.

"You got a hand," I reminded him.

"Yeah, but yours is way softer than mine."

"We are talking about my hand, right?"

"You don't talk about it except when you want to talk about it, that it? I
wanted you to cum on me too. I never figured how hot that would be. I mean
my own brother standing there pumping up a load to shoot on me. I'd a
kicked that little fucker's ass for that if I had two good legs. Hell, one
good leg."

"I've only cum on you a hundred times," I said, getting a good grip and
massaging firmly until he closed his eyes and parted his lips to let out
the overheated air.

"I mean yesterday when they did it. You aren't pissed off about Augie doing
that? I figured you'd get pissed off. He owed me one and he just picked a
weird time to pay up. Hot fucking time. How they come up with doing that in
front of me? They knew what they were doing."

"You were only jacking off while you watched them. Owed you one what?"

"You like him. I mean, like him as in sexually."

"He's okay."

"You like him. I like him. He tried to fuck me and he's got that self-
lubing dick, you know, that's wild too. I wish mine did that. Well, if you
don't, he's always leaking precum by the buckets. That's how you can tell
if he's just being a stud and getting hard or if he's wanting action and is
turned on. Anyway, he'd tried while we were wrestling."

"To fuck you?"

"Yeah, like that. He had my arm up behind me, riding my ass, you know. I
let him get the best of me to see what he'd try, but he's strong and a damn
good wrestler. Anyway he got that self-lubing job up in my crack and the
next thing I know he's really working on my hole with it. It's not what I
intended, although I got pretty hot at the time. I never got hot thinking
about it before. Anyway, it hurt and I made him stop and he was like really
worked up when he rolled off me. I mean just humping my hole had him ready
to pop. I reached over and felt it because it was way thick and red, really
red. Man's got a thick dick for sure. Not as thick as me, but probably as
close as I've seen. Anyway, when I start feeling it, he's got this pitiful
look on his face. I can see how bad he needs it, and he likes my hand just
fine."

"You haven't seen Van," I said.

"Van's the guy Augie runs with?"

"Yeah."

"He's big?"

"Well, yeah, pretty big," I said, not wanting to diminish Greg's image of
himself. "Go ahead with what you were saying. It was just getting
interesting."

"So his dick is like really thick and his hips are pushing it at my
fingers. He grabs my wrist with both hands and he's fucking my hand. I mean
like really fucking away."

"After you wrapped your fingers around it so he could."

"Yeah, like that, and he's juicing all on my hand and in about a minute
he's got this industrial strength cum firing up on his chest. He's got a
good chest, you know, and he coats it with this thick cum of his."

"So he paid you back yesterday and it didn't take him much longer to get
you off. You never get off that fast when I'm doing it."

"Something about that guy gets me going. On account he's such a man, I
guess. I can't imagine him doing that to me. Doug... I have no trouble
imagining him giving it to Doug. I mean Augie's the kind of guy that's all
fucker and not the least bit fuckee, you know. I think I like a guy that's
studly."

"Yeah, well, he might not ge all that studly," I said, picturing Van
feeding the biggest dick I'd ever seen up his ass. "He's been in jail you
know."

"Yeah, I know, but he was the fucker. No doubt in my mind. No body could
fuck him. I tried and he wouldn't let me near it."

"Oh, you tried to fuck him."

"Yeah, but I knew it wasn't going to happen. I was losing interest when he
got on top of me and well, I told you what happened."

"Yeah, you did, and I'm wondering why."

"So none of it makes you at all mad at me? You're just all of a sudden
happy no matter who I'm doing what with?"

"No, Greg. It made me as hot as it made you. I nearly short in my shorts."

"Those shorts," he said, looking at my bulging underwear.

"The one and only until I get home. I forgot to pack."

He reached up to pull my shorts to my knees and I was getting the bath
after that. Greg was odd that way. A lot of times he wouldn't even go near
it and then at times like this he went straight for it. I wasn't sure what
was really going on with all the confessing and explaining, because he
wasn't someone that felt he had to explain himself to anyone. Greg just
was, and that had to be good enough for you if you wanted to be close to
him. I accepted him pretty much on his own terms but his terms were
changing before my eyes and it took a few minutes for me to figure out
why. Of course just then I wasn't doing my best thinking because his mouth
had my mind in a turmoil.

Getting service from Greg was enough to get me going big time. At this
particular point in time I was hot to trot and the fact he never let up on
me, until I was trotting, and then he still kept going, until I was ready
to fall down, and then he made room for me on the bed and hit me with the
real question of the day.

"You think I might die?"

It wasn't a question I had considered, although I had considered his death
by this time, just not in such blunt terms from the person in question.

I lay silently beside him, one of his arms over my chest as he failed to
clarify or simplify the question for me. It ran around the inside of my
head for the longest time and then the question became something more
meaningful.

"Is that what all this has been about, Greg?" I asked, turning on my side
to snuggle against him, putting my arm over his chest, watching him stare
at something I still was unable to see.

"I don't want you to be alone. Augie or Doug would be good for you. My
brother is cool even though I never tell him. When you think about it, you
are a better match with him. I'm an asshole about half the time and I've
got the sense of jackass. I mean I know it. I know you love me. No one
could put up with what I put you through and not. I love you Martin and you
should be happy. I want to know you will be happy if I should... you
know... if that happens."

"No, I don't think you will and quit trying to fix me up. I'm with you. Why
don't you want me at the hospital?"

"You're going to flunk out and you're too close to pull shit like
that. You're almost there. You can't do me no good. I mean they're all
going to be there. It's not like I can tell them not to come but you can't
do me any good by missing more school. If you go to school and go to
classes, then it will be over by the time your on the way home. Besides,
I'll be in the recovery room. You won't be able to see me."

"Yeah," I said, unable to get to where he wanted me to go.

"I was always jealous of you. That's why I gave you such a hard time."

"Jealous of me? You?" The idea of the most beautiful person I'd ever known
being jealous of me was funny.

"You're so damn loyal. You're a real good guy. I mean REAL good guy. I'm
such a jerk. I've gotten everything I ever got with my dick and my
smile. It's always been about getting what I wanted and then you come
along, and from the first time I see you, I know you're big trouble and I
need to stay away from your ass, but I never could.

"That day on the path when I saw you with my brother, fucking him right
there in front of me, I lost it. I didn't think we'd ever be together
because if that's what you liked than I was outclassed by Doug and I knew
it. I suppose that's why I let Augie try. I wanted to see if I maybe could
take it. I mean from someone as big as him. Of course with you it was
easy."

"You saying I'm small? Well, I'm insulted. Look Greg, you are overpowering
at times but I've always known what you are. I also knew that inside there
somewhere was this really neat guy I wanted to know."

"You wanted to fuck, you mean," he said, giggling at my understatement.

"I'd never been with anyone, so no, I didn't think of that, but I did
notice you had one hell of an ass and the way it filled those jeans was
awesome. I'd never looked at a guy's ass the way I looked at yours. I never
noticed anyone before that day but I knew I was going to fall in love with
you. I didn't know how but I knew I would."

"I knew too. That's funny, you know. I've never known anything before. I
knew you were trouble. I knew it before you ever said a word. I said, I
love you. Aren't you going to ask me if I really love you?"

"No," I said.

"If you really loved me, you'd do me one favor," he said.

"I'm not going with Augie or Doug or anyone else you have in mind,
Greg. I'm not in love with them."

"No, that's not it. It's not going to go down until you do something with
it. I mean take it slow because I'm still a bit worked up over what we just
did, but if you don't mind. I really need it."

It was on the trip home and we road in the back of the pickup his father
drove. Some time during the drive I fell asleep. When I woke up, Greg was
snuggled up against me, his one arm over my chest and my arms was behind
his back. When I opened my eyes the back of the camper shell was up and his
father was leaning on the tailgate of the pickup truck with his forearms
and his hands were folded in front of him. He was just standing there
looking at his son.

"You want a soda, Martin? I needed something cold to drink," he said, when
I opened my eyes.

"Yes, sir," I said, and he stayed there for another minute, just looking
into Greg's face. I could see the worry in his dark misty eyes.

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