Date: Wed, 14 Aug 2002 05:49:47 GMT
From: patcross@kskc.net
Subject: Pat and John 6

    As they slowly drove away from the Hospital, Pat asked, "Can we stop at the
cemetery? Please? I think my parents need to know what's been happening." Pat's
mother smiled, saying, "I'm sure they do already, Pat, from where they are."
Mr. Stevens looked at his wife, shook his head as he mouthed the word "no", and
he drove them to where they had buried Pat's parent's, not too long before.

    Pat approached their headstones, with huge tears running down his face. He
stopped, looked at the headstones and screamed, "Why did you leave me all
alone???" His body was convulsed with wracking sobs as he cried. The Stevens
appeared, and sat down to comfort him. Pretty soon, they were talking about the
last year and all the changes that had taken place. When they felt all better,
they got ready to leave.

    Pat hung back for a moment, wanting a bit of private time for himself. "I
love you, Mom and Dad, and I'll forget you. Thank you for letting the Stevens
adopt me. They're great parents, and better friends. I'll visit to let you know
how I'm doing, and what I'm up to. I love you." He slowly walked away, with
tears in his eyes. But, if one looked closely at each headstone, one could see
a card enblazoned "I LOVE YOU......HONEYBEAR.", left at each.

    With the end of all the excitement of the day, Pat tried to do his homework
and eat, but couldn't do either, so he went to bed, praying for a good night's
sleep. But, after tossing and turning for an hour, the relief he sought finally
found him, and he blissfully went to sleep.

    After his shower the next morning, Pat found out that he was HUNGRY. The
clear-out the refrigerator teenage hungry. Much to the surprise of his parents,
he out-ate them PLUS John, causing both adults to laugh at the human
vacuum. "Hey, I'm a growing boy!", said Pat with a big grin. "We know. Just
don't grow TOO fast," said his Dad, as they all laughed. "Have a good day at
school, Pat," called his mother. "Don't worry, Mom, I will!", Pat said as
walked through the door.

    John was having an easy day, until Dr. Mike walked in. "Hi, John. Can we
talk?" John was confused, but curious. "John, your therapy isn't doing any good
right now. You've reached your maximum potential." Now, John began to get
scared.

   "What exactly does that mean, Dr. Mike?" Slowly, Dr. Mike explained, "Well,
it means that, simply, we have to push the limits a little higher as you go.
That's the only way you're going to beat this." John exhaled,
and asked, "So when do I begin?" Dr. Mike smiled, admiring John's spunk,
saying, "right now, if you like. Two hours in the whirlpool and then two hours
therapy with a 25% increase in output. Tomorrow, I want to hear from you AND
the nurses."

    Pat was still in school, enjoying what they called food, was having a good
time with his friends, when they were interrupted by Junior Davis. Although he
was smart enough not to start anything this time, he chose words, instead. "You
got me in trouble and made me a fool, Stevens. I'll get you off school
grounds!" Pat really wasn't bothered by this, because there were bullies
everywhere. He just hoped his defense training would be enough. When the bell
rang, he picked his tray, dumped it and went to his next class.

    John was adjusting to his increased therapy, but everytime he thought of
Pat, he had a certain muscle spasm that just wouldn't quit. He was really
looking forward to Pat's visit that afternoon. He ached for the warmth and the
softness of his brother's touch, the taste of his sweet lips and tongue as they
kissed, and the feeling of Pat's mouth on his boyhood, bringing him to wondrous
orgasm, culminating in sharing it together as they kissed. He also hoped that
Pat would lick him from below, and suck on his toes, as those were special acts
between them, too.

     Right on schedule, Pat showed up. As he gently and lovingly massaged John,
he told him of the cemetery visit. John held Pat as he sobbed for a few
minutes, but Pat regained his composure by saying, "I never really got to say
goodbye, John, but I'm okay, now." John looked at his brother/lover with a look
of pure peace, and said, "I'm glad for you. If anybody deserves an okay life,
it's you, my Love."

     They began to kiss, and as the kiss got more passionate, John broke the
kiss by saying, "oh, Pat, please make love to me! I need you so much!" Pat
grinned as he hung a "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door and locked it. He
crawled underneath John's bed, looking right at John's nice butt. Pat covered
it with wet kisses, and began to lick John's crack softly, and ever so slowly.

     He licked around John's pucker, tasting it, and then pushed his tongue
inward to the depths beyond. By this time, poor John was whimpering. He was in
ecstasy. "Oh, Pat," he moaned, "love my butt!" But, by then, Pat had moved on
to John's toes, and was sucking on each as if it were a lollipop.

     Pat didn't stop there, he began to get inventive. He not only sucked on
John's toes, but he licked and nuzzled his feet, too. Pat found John's nipples,
and sucked on each 'til it was a hard point on John's chest. Then, at last, Pat
found John's armpit. Hairless, yet sweet smelling with the scent of boy sweat,
Pat dived in and and began licking each pit.

    John was really moaning, now, and really enjoyed the extra attention his
lover was paying to him. When Pat was finished, John pulled him down on top of
him for passionate kisses. "Pat," John said, "when I get better, we're going to
do this together!" Pat lovingly replied, "I can't wait to do that!" They kissed
one last time, said their goodbyes for the night, and Pat left.