Date: Sat, 2 Jul 2005 06:56:17 EDT
From: USOCK@aol.com
Subject: Wheelers love 26

Thanks to David for taking the time during his vacation to
edit this hope he still had fun if. I know him he sure did.
And thanks again to Allen who is always an inspiration.
 Please  if you read this story and love it  David and
Allen and I would love to hear from you  email us at
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Chapter Twenty-Six

Lloyd looked around the ER waiting room. Although the place
was packed, it was quiet... almost too quiet. John and Carol
Simpson sat together, and everyone else just sat around...
afraid to even speak.

Allen and his parents sat together on one of the sofa
chairs. Allen was between them with his head down, and
there was a pool of tears at his feet. His parents both
rubbed his back.

Wheeler, with an almost stoic look on his face, sat next to
Lloyd.

Jerry sat at the far end of the same set of chairs... quietly
saying over and over, "Jason. Oh, my God. Jason. My son. My
son..."

The door opened to the room, and all eyes turned to look.
Coach D walked in, sat right down next to Jerry and reached
out to comfort him. Along with Coach D, most of the
baseball team filed in behind him.

Lloyd rose and walked over to them.

"Hey, guys. Thanks for coming."

Stan, the left fielder, looked at the group of guys and
then turned to Lloyd.

"Any news yet?"

"No. All we know is that he was taken into surgery, and
they haven't said anything else."

The new arrivals looked around and took the empty seats
around the room. Stan sat down next to Wheeler and Lloyd.
He looked at Wheeler and spoke in a whisper.

"Where are Glenn and Ritchie? Didn't they come down?"

Wheeler looked at Stan but spoke in a voice loud enough for
the whole team to hear.

"They're here. Glenn had a kind of nervous breakdown
because this was so much like what happened to his brother.
He's under heavy sedation up on the next floor. Ritchie is
with him but keeps running down here every few minutes to
keep checking on Jason's condition. Glenn's and Ritchie's
parents are up there with Glenn."

"Bummer," said Stan. A few of the other boys nodded.

The door opened again, and every eye in the place turned. A
very tired and very shaky Ritchie walked into the room and
walked over to Wheeler and Lloyd.

"Any news?"

"No," said Lloyd, "nothing new. How's Glenn?"

"I don't know. I just don't know. He completely freaked out
when he regained consciousness and saw Jason being loaded
into the ambulance. I thought the cop was going to have to
cuff him. He just completely lost it. The paramedics had to
give him twice the amount of sedation that it would
normally have taken to knock him out. Man... I've never seen
him so freaked out."

"Well, I think I can understand how he must have felt,"
answered Lloyd.

Wheeler caught Ritchie's eye.

"You need to sit down, Ritchie. You look like you're about
to drop."

"And it would probably help if you got something to eat,"
said Lloyd. "You haven't eaten anything since lunch, and
that was like nine hours ago."

"I'm OK." But inside, Ritchie could feel the dizziness and
the lightheaded feeling that was overtaking him. He was
convinced, though, that he had to try to keep himself
going.

Wheeler and Lloyd knew better. As it was, Ritchie was all
but swaying.

"I have to get back upstairs."

He turned to open the door, and as he did so, just swayed
back and slumped to the floor.

Coach D, who was sitting right there next to the door,
caught him and looked around at the boys.

"One of you boys go get some orange juice... and something
for him to eat. Wheeler, go to the restroom, and bring me
some cold wet paper towels."

"Is he all right?" asked Allen... the first words he has
spoken in a long time.

"Yes, he'll be fine," said the coach. "Ritchie has a
problem with low blood sugar. I found that out three years
ago when he was on the baseball team in junior high."

Stan looked puzzled.

"I never knew that!"

"Well, he didn't want anyone to know. He thought people
would make fun of him."

Wheeler came out of the restroom with the cold wet towels
and continued where Coach left off.

"Yes, that's why Ritchie eats sweets sometimes and always
has candy in his pockets."

A nurse came in the door with a tube of something in her
hands.

"Low sugar?"

Coach nodded.

She opened the tube, stuck the tip in Ritchie's mouth, and
squeezed. Within seconds, he opened his eyes and looked
around the room.

"Hey, Coach. Guess I went for a trip."

"Yeah, but we got you, son."

He helped Ritchie up to a chair.

The nurse said, "I knew something was up when the young man
ran out to the desk and said he needed some orange juice
immediately."

"Sorry," said Tommy, the third baseman, "but I didn't know
where to get any."

"It's OK. I think he's going to be OK now," and she went
back to the nursing station.

"Yeah," said Stan, "he'll be fine as soon as we drag his
sorry ass down to the cafeteria and force-feed him."

A quiet chuckle went through the room.

"Sorry."

"No apology needed," Coach D told Stan.

Then the moment came.

The doors opened, and a very tired and sweat-soaked surgeon
walked in.

"Is the family of Jason Case here?"

Jerry stood up immediately.

"Yes. I'm his father."

The rest of the room stood as well.

"Just the family," the doctor said.

Jerry turned and slowly looked around the room at each face
present. Then he looked back at the doctor.

"We are all here. How is my son?"

The doctor looked around at everyone and nodded.

Everyone held their breath and waited to hear the next
words. The silence was deafening.

Then...

"He'll be fine, Mr. Case.

"We had to remove his spleen and sew up the punctured lung.
His short lower rib was broken, so we decided to remove
that as well. His left leg was also broken and will be in a
cast for awhile.

"Finally, we're not sure yet how much damage there was to
his head, but the MRI and CAT scans don't show any internal
bleeding, and the brain is not swelling. However, he is in
a semi-coma.

"Right now, he's in the ICU. You'll be able to see him as
soon as they get him situated and set up. But he should be
fine. He's a very strong young man."

Jerry started to sob openly... and Allen as well.

Coach D cleared his throat, and the boys on the team began
to file out of the room. Each one patted Jerry on the
shoulder as they left.

"I have to go tell my mom and dad," said Ritchie.

Wheeler whirled around, and reached out to grab his arm.

"Oh no, you don't! You and I are going down to the
cafeteria to get you something to eat. Lloyd can run up and
tell your and Glenn's folks where you are... and why. Then he
can join us. Is that OK with you, Babe?"

"Perfect," said Lloyd with a smile. He was just happy to
have good news about Jason.

The boys and the rest of the grown-ups in the room started
to leave. John and Carol stopped to assure Jerry that if he
needed anything to please call them.

"Thanks, I will. And thank you for being here."

"Where else would we be?" said John as if there were no
other place in the world to be at this time.

Coach D sat down next to Jerry to wait for the Charge Nurse
to come and take Jerry to Jason's cubicle in the ICU.

Allen moved from the couch and walked over to Jerry. He
knelt before Jerry and looked up into his face... speaking in
broken sobs and with tears running down his face.

"I am so sorry, Jerry... so sorry. This is all my fault. I
yelled at him, and I pushed him away. I don't even deserve
to be here."

Jerry reached out and pulled Allen up into his arms.

"Allen, you dear, sweet boy. You love him, and he loves
you. You aren't the reason he's here. It's not your fault
he's deaf. He walked out in front of the car because he
didn't hear it... not because you and he had a fight. Don't
do this to yourself. It's not your fault, and he's going to
be wondering where you are when he wakes up. Please do not
blame yourself."

Allen still couldn't believe, though, that Jason would
really still want to be with him... or even to see him.

His parents then took him down to the cafeteria too... to
make sure he also had something to eat.

It had been a long and tense day.

.....

Wheeler and Lloyd had just gotten ready for bed when Lloyd
said, "You know... I hope Jason will be OK. He looked bruised
pretty badly. And besides that, Allen is so strung out."

"I know. It was nice that they let us see him before we
came home."

"Yeah, and Glenn knows that Jason will be OK. He seemed
even better. I hope he can work though his demons."

"I just wished they would have let Ritchie stay the night
with him,... but they didn't.

 "That shower felt good. It's been a long day."

"I know. It felt real good."

The boys fell on the bed... still naked after drying off.

Soon they were kissing and exploring each other. Wheeler
moved down lower on Lloyd and ran his wet lips and tongue
up and down the side of Lloyd's cock.

"Oh... yes!" groaned Lloyd.

Lloyd then turned his body around so that he could take the
full nine-inches of Wheeler's dripping meat deep into his
throat.

But in this sixty-nine position, an inviting thought
crossed his mind. He hunched his body back until he could
reach his head up behind Wheeler's butt and stretch up to
kiss Wheeler's hole. His began to lap his tongue in circles
around Wheeler's lightly-haired hole.

"Oh, hon! Unnhh. Ohhh... that feels so good!"

Lloyd continued, probing inside Wheeler with his tongue,
until Wheeler's moans told him that he couldn't take it
much more. And at that point Wheeler turned to straddle
Lloyd's torso. Reaching over to the bedside table, he
grabbed the bottle of lube and squirted some on Lloyd's
cock, then rubbed it all over with his hand enclosing and
milking Lloyd's cock.

Wheeler the put his greased-up fingers to his own hole and
made sure he was fully lubed before he lifted himself up
and positioned his hole over Lloyd's seven-inch hard cock.
Then, without hesitating, he lowered himself completely
down in one smooth, sinking motion.

"Oh God. That is nice," he groaned.

"Hell, yeah!" answered Lloyd.

Wheeler set himself in motion... raising and lowering himself
on his lover's cock. Lloyd was feeling the passion of their
past love-making coming back full force, and soon he was
thrusting his cock up into the warm, wet hole as Wheeler
was coming down on him.

"Oh, yesss. Roll over, Babe." And with one quick motion,
Wheeler was now on the bottom, and Lloyd was ramming in and
out with increasing strength... making sure his lover was
feeling the full length of his thrusting cock.

"Harder," Wheeler groaned, "harder!" So Lloyd pushed
Wheeler's legs up higher and back over his head so that his
ass was now high in the air. Wheeler grasped his ankles in
order to hold himself in position, and now Lloyd began
driving himself straight down... in and out, in and out, in a
pistoning motion.

Wheeler's enormous cock now lay barely an inch in front of
his own mouth... and it was pumping out pre-cum all over his
chin with each of Lloyd's pounding thrusts. His moaning got
louder... mixing with the pneumatic fucking sounds which
filled the room.

"Yeah, man oh man, I love this! Go harder! Fuck me fast and
hard! Oh shit! Fuck me hon! My cock! It's practically in my
face... I... I'm so close."

Lloyd's legs stretched out behind him, and he raised up on
his toes as his pelvis pumped down furiously. He clenched
the backs of Wheeler's thighs in his hands, and pushed him
back against the wall. He was driving every inch in and
out, and Wheeler's dripping cock was bouncing on the lower
lip of his own open mouth so that he was tasting his own
pre-cum as it oozed from the wide-open slit in his cock
head.

He pushed out his long tongue so that his cock now lay
right on the top of it, and the rhythm of Lloyd's thrusts
caused Wheeler's cock to slide back and forth on his
lapping tongue.

"Oh fuck! This is so fucking hot! I can taste myself! Oh
baby, fuck meee...!!"

"Oh my God, Wheels! Your cock is fucking your own mouth!!
Shit yeah! Go for it, Babe. Cum for me!" Lloyd grunted like
a rutting animal as he gave a more forceful thrust... shoving
Wheeler's body down even more. And that drove the head of
Wheeler's cock right past his lapping lips and into his
open mouth. The swollen vein running up the back of his
cock slid over his tongue, and Wheeler closed his lips
around the enormous girth of his own meat... now ramming in
and out of his throat.

Wheeler was being fucked by his lover and was swallowing
his own cock in his sucking mouth. This was more than any
mortal could stand for long.

Now, from deep inside him, the wave began to rush up from
his loins. Like a tsunami, it overtook his entire body...
flooding every nerve with its power. And with that,
Wheeler's body jerked and spasmed. His cock exploded with
rope after rope of his cum shooting directly into his mouth
and down his throat. His tongue swirled around his erupting
meat... "UNNNHHHH... ARRRRGH... NNNNGGG!!!!!!"

As his cum flowed into his mouth, so he allowed the surges
of physical thrill to flow through every fiber of his
being. As if he were being electrocuted, his body first
froze into an iron rigidity, jerked frantically, then
collapsed into passivity as his juices shot out of his
exploding cock and flowed down his milking throat, as the
surge of electricity shot through him... causing every bit of
nerve tissue to fire off repeatedly.

Wheeler fed himself with his own food... full to overflowing...
and the cum he couldn't swallow oozed out of his mouth and
ran down his neck... as again and again his cock, driven by
Lloyd's pounding torso, pumped in and out of his mouth.

Philosophically, the thought of the miracle that he was,
after all, eating himself, devouring his own flesh and
liquid life-force, flashed through his mind for a brief
second.

But the physical sensations overpowered his thoughts. His
body was wracked with waves of astounding pleasure. Over
and over and over.

.....

Lloyd, feeling Wheeler's ring tighten around his cock, was
pushed over the edge, and he fired his seed deep into his
lover's shaking body... joining him in the fire!

.....

As their orgasms peaked and then slowed, Lloyd lowered
Wheeler's legs and lay on top of him. They came together,
kissed and shared Wheeler's cum that he had saved for
Lloyd.

"That was... great... incredible," said Lloyd.

"That was way better than great!" responded Wheeler. "Now
we need to clean up again."

"Yeah, and we won't run out of hot water... since Papa John
put in that damn eighty-gallon tank. Man! It's bigger than
the one he has in the house."

Wheeler chuckled. "But we ARE growing, active boys."

"Well, neither of us are growing at the moment," said
Lloyd... his smile increasing with each word.

Soon the boys had re-showered and were quickly cuddled back
into the bed and fallen fast asleep.

Sometime around 1:00 am, Lloyd awoke when he heard the door
to the dormer open and then close. He turned and saw a
shadowed figure walk into the room.

"Who's there?"

"Sorry." It was Ritchie.

"I'm sorry, but I just couldn't sleep alone at home. Is it
OK if I stay here? I can sleep on the couch."

"No," Wheeler said. Lloyd looked back at Wheeler. He didn't
know he was even awake.

"There's plenty of room right here. Now get your ass in
bed."

Lloyd smiled. He knew there was a reason he loved this boy.
Ritchie walked around to the far side of the bed and
dropped his pants and shirt on the floor. Wheeler pulled
the covers back, and Ritchie slipped in and pulled the
covers back up. He then snuggled up to Wheeler's back.

"They wouldn't let me stay at the hospital."

"We know," said Lloyd. "No problem. You're always welcome
here. But just remember one thing..." he added smiling, "He's
mine!"

Ritchie smiled back. "I know, Lloyd, I know. But I can
still dream, can't I?"

Wheeler and Lloyd both knew Ritchie was only joking, and
soon the three of then were sound asleep.

.....

Wheeler woke just before the alarm clock went off. His left
arm was around Lloyd. His right hand was around his morning
wood.

But there was another sensation also. He felt a hard cock
pressing into the crack of his ass, and it was slowly
moving back and forth. He rolled his head around to see the
sleeping face of Ritchie, and he figured he must be having
a really good dream!

He looked back at Lloyd and nibbled his ear. Lloyd moaned.

"Morning, love."

"Hey," Wheeler said... and then with a smile, "I think
Ritchie is having fun."

Lloyd rolled completely over and looked at the sleeping
body of Ritchie. He saw what he was doing, and he reached
past Wheeler and slapped Ritchie on the top of the head.

Ritchie woke up with a start, and Lloyd confronted him.

"I told you he was mine, you horn dog!"

Then Lloyd got out of bed and, without looking back, headed
for the bathroom. The smile on his face was hidden from
Ritchie... who looked at Wheeler and instantly knew what he
had been doing.

He jumped back a few inches.

"Oh my God. I am so sorry, Wheeler."

It's OK."

"No, it's not. Lloyd thinks I was trying something, and I
really wasn't."

"What's wrong with Wheeler's ass?" called Lloyd from the
bathroom. "Are you saying it's not good enough for you?"

Ritchie caught on to the fact that Lloyd was toying with
him, and he liked it. It proved to him that he was indeed
the friend he thought he was.

"No, nothing's wrong with it. I'm sure it will be a great
ass after I get past the 'used' part."

Wheeler threw a pillow at the retreating Ritchie.

Lloyd came out of the bathroom. "Not with that short dick,"
he said... pointing to Ritchie's crotch.

"Hey!" he said... pointing at Lloyd's half-hard cock. "It's
just as big as yours... only thinner."

Wheeler slid out of the bed and walked past the two of
them. Both Ritchie and Lloyd looked at his totem pole...
then, as he passed by, down to their own morning wood.

"Got you both beat!" gloated Wheeler as he smiled and went
into the bathroom to take his morning piss.

"I know," said Ritchie, "don't remind me. How well I
remember the fun we all had that one time... Ah, the old
days!"

"Well, maybe one day we can do that again," said Lloyd.

Both of them smiled at each other and then hugged as
Wheeler stepped out of the bathroom.

"Hey!" he said. "My ass is not good enough, and that's my
boyfriend you have there!"

"Just keeping it warm for you," Ritchie laughed as he then
made his way into the bathroom to relive his morning piss-
hardon.

After awhile, Ritchie got ready to go back home.

"Thanks for letting me hang here last night."

"That's what family is for," Wheeler assured him, and
Ritchie smiled and left.

.....

At school on Monday, word passed quickly about Jason. Allen
was nowhere to be seen, but everyone who knew what was
going on with them knew where he was.

Jason had not yet awoken from the semi-comma, but the
doctors were not overly concerned. They had said that this
was a relatively normal thing, and they moved him to a
private room.

Tuesday passed with no further information.

Allen was in school... but only in body.

Glenn had been released from the hospital and had almost
completely recovered. It took the rest of the guys to tell
him that they understood what had happened... and why... and
that everything was going to be OK. Glenn was still a
little quieter than normal, but he smiled at what the guys
said.

At the game that night, the entire team had asked the home
economics class to sew a number '9' on their left sleeves.
It was Jason's number. They lost to the best team in the
league, but it was a close game. The final score was 3-2.

As soon as the game was over, Allen ran for the parking lot
where his parents were waiting to take him to see Jason.

.....

On Wednesday morning, Jason woke up.

Jerry was so relieved that the first thing Jason asked was,
"Where is Allen?" and then, "How bad am I?"

Jerry informed him of everything that had happened and
where things stood.

The nurse was changing the bed sheets and bandages, and
Jerry was outside Jason's room, when Allen got to the
hospital.

"How is he?"

Jerry smiled.

"Awake and fine."

The smile on Allen's face couldn't have been any bigger.
Then suddenly he looked sad.

"Well, please tell him I'm sorry," and he turned to walk
away.

"Where are you going, Allen?"

"I just came to see him. I know he won't want to see me. I
pushed him away."

"Do you want to know the first thing he said to me when he
came to?"

Allen shyly nodded.

"The first thing he asked was, 'Where is Allen?'"

Upon hearing this, Allen's face brightened once again.

"Does he really want to see me?"

"Yes, of course. Why wouldn't he want too?"

"Because I hurt him. I pushed him away. I told him I hated
him."

Jerry pulled Allen into his arms.

"Allen... he thinks the world of you. He thinks he hurt you
because he revealed something to the other guys, but he was
only trying to help you. He never thought that what he told
them was going to hurt you... only help you. He is so afraid
that you hate him now so much."

Allen couldn't believe what he was hearing. He thought that
Jason being hit by the car was his fault and that Jason
would hate him forever.

The nurse came out of the room and nodded to Jerry.

"Now, go in there," Jerry said, "and talk to him, Allen.
Please!"

Allen walked into the room.

Even though Jason was tired from the nurse forcing him to
exercise his limbs, his face lit up when he saw Allen.

Allen walked slowly over to the bed.

"Are you mad at me?"

Jason shook his head.

"Do you hate me?"

Again Allen said shook his head.

"Are you all right?"

Jason signed, 'No. I'm deaf.'

Allen laughed, and Jason signed, 'I'm so sorry I hurt you.'

"No, I'm sorry I hurt you... and pushed you away. I was so
afraid the guys would laugh at me and think less of me for
my family being so poor."

Jason motioned for Allen to come closer. When he did, Jason
gently slapped him on the side of the head... and signed,
'Stupid!'

"Yeah, I know that now."

'Can you ever forgive me?' Jason signed.

Allen looked at Jason. This wasn't what he had expected. He
was intending to ask Jason to forgive him... not the other
way around.

"Only if you will forgive me... and take me back."

'There isn't anything to forgive,' Jason signed, 'and I
can't take you back because I never let you go.'

The two boys then held each other and kissed.

All the while, Jerry was standing in the door. There was
not a dry eye in the room.

Jason noticed the number '9' on the sleeve of the shirt and
pointed to it. Allen looked and said, "Yeah, the whole team
did it. You're still part of the team, Babe."

Jason smiled.

The door opened, and in walked Ritchie, Glenn, Wheeler,
Lloyd and Coach.

Glenn crossed the room and signed to Jason, 'Don't you ever
cross the street again without looking, or, so help me, I
will beat your ass myself.'

Then he hugged Jason a little too hard. But Jason only
flinched a bit. He knew that Glenn loved and cared for him.

"Me too," said the other three guys.

Again... Jason nodded.

"Are you OK?" asked Glenn.

Jason looked at Allen, winked, then back at Glenn, and
signed, 'No, stupid. I'm still deaf.'

After Glenn translated what Jason had said, the others in
the room groaned.

"Yes, he's fine," said Ritchie grinning.

The boys all leaned in one at a time and kissed Jason and
said, "We love you."

"Well," Coach said, "looks like a regular kiss-fest going
on in here."

Jerry looked at the boys, grabbed Coach and kissed him on
the lips.

"Well, now it is."

The boys all clapped and whooped.

The nurse strode into the room.

"What's going on? Who's making all the noise?"

The boys all pointed at Jason... who, behind all the
bruising, blushed a deep red.

"Alright," she said, "get out before I start giving out flu
shots."

The boys all said a hasty goodbye... leaving Allen and Jerry
and Coach in the room.

Coach looked at Jerry and said, "Are you sure that you want
to do this?"

"Yup!"

"What about Jason?"

Jerry responded, "Well, he said it was about time that I
started thinking about my own needs, and he told me to go
after you."

Coach looked at Jason.

Jason smiled and signed, 'Welcome to the family, Coach.'

Allen leaned in and kissed Jason again... happy that he was
back where he wanted to be.

Coach D looked back at Jerry.

"And you're absolutely sure about this?" he asked again.

Jerry leaned in and kissed him again... deep and hard.

Jason snapped his fingers, and all eyes went to him. He
signed, 'Hey! Get a room! This one is ours.'

Jerry looked at his son and grinned.

"Well, this may be your room, but I'm paying for it." And
they all laughed.

Allen wanted to stay awhile, but then Jason started to
drift off to sleep. So Allen told him that he'd be back
after school and kissed him goodnight.

Coach offered Allen a ride home.

Jerry said, "I'll be back in the morning, son."

And the three left.

None of them spoke of it, but each was silently filled with
the awareness that something extraordinary had happened in
the last few days. By any reasonable account, none of them
would have dared to hope that Jason would still be with
them. And yet... there he was.

Yes... extraordinary.

It was almost as if...

Well,... we don't really know about an awful lot of things.

There are some things in this life which we simply cannot
explain.