Date: Tue, 24 Dec 2002 14:12:58 EST
From: Writersrealmmm@aol.com
Subject: Discovering Gregory Christmas Chapter

Discovering Gregory

Chapter
CHRISTMAS

I took a tree from Wal-Mart up to Greg's room.  It was two feet tall and
had blinking lights, which he liked.  At any given time I'd find him
watching the different colors blinking on and off.  It certainly livened up
the room some.  He had become calm and resolved because there wasn't
anything else he could be.  Even the exercise was less intense, but regular
as his muscles grew tight and hard.

On Christmas Eve I fell asleep with my face on his chest.  It had been a
long year.  He kept his arm over my shoulders and when I woke up he was
snoring.  There was an envelope under the little tree with my name on it.
It looked very much like one of the envelopes I'd seen them brink his
X-rays in from time to time.  I had a bag with a couple of gag gifts I'd
picked up for him.  I gave him a gold chain with his name on it that I had
given him an hour after I picked it up from the jewelers.

He woke up when I opened the envelop and he sat watching me carefully
examining the X-ray with my most astute medical expertise.

	"Thanks!  It's just what I always wanted."

	"It's my leg," he said proudly.

	"Yeah, nice leg," I said.  "Looks good enough to eat."

	"Yeah, well, that's not the leg I had in mind when it comes to fine
dinning."

	"I'm waiting," I said, waiting.

	"Oh, good enough to eat and almost good enough to walk on."

I measured each of the words.  I ran them back through my brain without
asking him to repeat them.  I was almost sure I knew what it meant but not
sure enough to go without asking and the answer mad me giddy.

	"Almost good enough to walk on?"

	"It's healing.  The calcium has finally joined and it's fusing the
bone.  I get to keep it.  I had grown rather attached to it over the years.
Pretty neat huh?"

	"Thank you," I said through my tears.  "That's the best thing you
could have given me."

	"I'll be here until spring," he said, holding my hand.

	"After that?"

	"I get to go home."

	"They're sure?"

	"No sign of infection and everything is as it should be.  I don't
think they are going to tell me anything they aren't sure about."

	The kiss lingered and after we were done with it I handed him a box
from under the tree.

	"I sense something for both of us inside," he said, shaking it and
holding it to his forehead.

	"You psycho or something?"

	"Or something me thinks," he said, as he ripped up the red paper.

	"My favorite.  Trojan, lubed and ribbed.  You trying to tell me
something?"

	"What could I possibly tell you that would involve rubbers that you
didn't already know."

	"Yeah, but you see, I'm locked up in this fine hotel, and I get
tested and checked on a daily basis.  We know I can't possibly have an STD.
Now, the question comes to mind, are we having a guilty conscience and this
is your way of informing me that you perhaps are sexually active beyond my
room?"

	"No!  I don't have the energy to do anything beyond this room."

	"So you are thinking I'm getting with one of these lovely nurses
who are mostly men might I add."

	"I'm a man," I said.

	"Well, I don't think of you as a man," he said.

	"Oh, and what do you think of me as?"

	"My one and only soul mate and companion."

	"I feel a little like Robin must feel," I said.

	"Robin?"

	"Batman & Robin," I said.  "Loyal sidekick and like that."

	"Those fags?  I think the loyal sidekick is Tonto."

	"That's in Canada right."

	"You're hopeless," he said, kissing me on the cheek.  "What else
you got there?  I'm sensing a sexual theme here.  Are you trying to make me
horny."

There was a long thin box wrapped in shinny green paper that I gave him.

	"Get real.  You couldn't get any more horny."

He looked at it and then me and he ripped off the paper to find a vibrating
dildo equipped with batteries and a ribbed and lubed Trojan.  He turned it
on and put it in his mouth, looking a little silly while doing it.

	"It's the wrong end," I said.

	"I thought you were trying to tell me I need some practice with my
oral technique."

	"No, that's for when you miss me most."

	"You really think I do that because I like it?"

	"Let's not go there."

	"You wait until I get out of this harness.  We're going to go there
for a week without stop.  You're going to need a retooling by the time I
get finished with you."

	"I think you've gotten bigger since you've been in here.  I don't
know if it's going to fit.  I didn't think it would fit before."

	"No problemo.  I'll work on it until it does fit.  If I wasn't
worried about doing serious damage to myself I'd ask for that for
Christmas.  I know you can't refuse a request on the day of Christmas."

	"I think that's the Godfather on the day of his daughter's
wedding."

	"Almost the same thing.  It's Christmas Eve isn't it?"

"Anything you say," I said.

	"I'd go nuts.  I don't have any control when it comes to that.
It's hard enough when I cum and I'm not doing that.  Too risky and it pains
me to say it but I won't be in this rig forever."

	"Maybe we shouldn't get you off so often," I said.

	"We're on minimum daily maintenance for self-preservation now and I
don't tell you all the times I jerk off when you aren't here."

	"I'm shocked.  The Gregor still pounds his pud."

	"Nothing like keeping your instrument tuned."

	"Yeah, well maybe I should play it more often then?"

	"It is Christmas but they're probably going to run you out of here
before long."

	"There was only two nurses on when I came in.  Nurse Atilla and one
of the young ones from weekends I've only seen a few times."

	"Yeah, most guys have gone home and no one's getting surgery this
time of year."

He ran his hand through my hair as I leaned on his chest.  His muscles were
solid but he was soft from all the lotion I massaged into his skin.  He
moaned when my hand moved down to his stomach and he raised up to slip the
dildo down between his legs.

	"You want some lotion on that?"

	"No, it's cool."

I let him have it his way and watched the rising tide as the stimulation
had him standing tall and throbbing in short jerks as the dildo slowly
disappeared except for the small sound it made as the battery helped it do
its thing.

	"I feel like I've been replaced," I said, watching the serene look
on his face.

	"Not at all.  Now I can get fucked and blown at the same time.
It's a dream come true."

When I reached down to touch him, after resisting temptation for as long as
possible, it pulsed and twitched against my fingers.  He was well on his
way when I started to use the lotion on him and he moaned each time my
fingers tightened.  He was still quick to excitement and often came without
warning while I was trying to give him pleasure and make it last.  We both
knew that would change as soon as he got his body back but it still
bothered him to lose control too quick but he always assured me there was
plenty more where that came from and he proved it more often than not.

It was about perfect as he snorted and moaned and the white liquid shot
into the air with a gasp and a groan for propellant.  He grabbed my hand
and held it tighter and tighter on him and the tan cock turned deep purple
and the head was fierce looking with its sharply cut design.

	"Oh, yeah, you do know how to squeeze a dick."

	We held each other after he let me have a small portion of his bed.
He kept the vibrator vibrating up inside him as he only partially wilted
and was born a new in no time after the kisses started.  I wanted to
replace the vibrator with something a little more lifelike, but I decided
to let him have it his way without interference tonight.

	"Put your face down there," he suggested after a particularly long
make-out session.  "Just give it a few of those kisses and I'll give you
something for your troubles."

He was so hard I had trouble getting a grip on him with my mouth.  My
tongue only found rock hard ridges in my mouth while my lips nibbled his
incredible erection.  His moans were like an aphrodisiac in my ear and gave
me incentive to go further and faster and with more lustful intent.  It
never occurred to me that it could get any better, but it could, and did,
when he unzipped me and quickly made out with my cock.

I could taste his discharge on my tongue and I could tell he was enjoying
himself by the way the hardware was clanging against the support rigging
that held his leg in place.  These were the times I worried that he'd hurt
himself but there was no turning back once we got to the point where we
were both fully engaged.  Apprehension gave way to passion as he moaned and
manuevered until he could feed me all I could take.  My jaws would be sore
for the next week but who cared.  Once you were driven into ecstasy by your
lover's dick and his lips, not to mention the modest dildo that he gave up
to me so that I could shove it all the way in at the first sign he was
starting to finish, there was no turning back.

The clanging grew louder as he gasped and sucked me dry and at the same
time thick gobs of cum squirted on the roof of my mouth and into the back
of my throat.  It never ceased to amaze me just how much cum he could
unload after already unloading a considerable amount only a few minutes
before.  Greg was a stud.

We stayed locked together in that fashion until I had stiffened again under
the tender loving care of his lips.  The easy persistent sucking had me
delirious in no time but when I started working on his now soft appendage,
he moved my head back away so I'd know he was through for a minute or two.
I watched his mouth and how he used it to drive me to distraction and my
mind started to lose contact with earthly matter.  My brain was spinning
out of control as he took me beyond the beyond and into orbit around his
heavenly body.

It was like being shot out of a cannon and he never stopped as I flew
through the air and bounced off the walls like a red rubber ball before
settling back down on his bed, spent, and worn down to a limp shadow of
myself.  My mind flickered on and off as my heart jerked in my chest and my
mouth hung open, gasping for air and the calm, which was a long time
coming.

He was staring at me with the oddest look on his face when I finally
recovered my wits.  My dick hung limp against his cheek and my cheek rested
on his fat limp cock that really was off duty for the rest of the night.

	"I can't believe you," he said softly.

	"What did I do?"

	"Fell in love with me.  I don't deserve you.  No matter what ever
happens to us, Martin, we are everything to each other tonight.  Remember
that.  Don't think I don't know how important you are to me.  I do know and
I still find it hard to believe that you stuck with me.  I never expect
anyone to stick with me.  I'm a real asshole some times."

	"I'm stuck like glue to you, stud."

	"Come up here and say that," he said, giving me his longest and
hardest look.

I made no other changes except to put my head where my dick had been.  We
held each other and the kisses came and went.  It was like heaven up there
in that room with him chained to a bed and having no one else to love but
me.  There was no other person that I could conceive of loving the way I
loved him.  I had loved him from the first time I saw him and I would love
him forever, and of this I was certain.  That night we loved each other
totally and completely and there was no one else in our world and there was
no other love like our love.

If there was heaven it was in his room on Christmas Eve.  There was no way
for me to be any happier.  It was the ultimate.

	"Merry Christmas," he said, waking me from a sound sleep.

	"Christmas?"

	"Yeah, it's 12:01a.m."

	"I fell asleep."

	"You sure did.  Your parents are going to skin you."

	"They've given up on me.  I don't see them too often.  Did you
sleep."

	"No, I just held you while you slept.  You snore."

	"I do not."

	"Yes you do."

	'I don't."

	"Yes you do."

	"Merry Christmas!"

	"Merry Christmas!"

Peace on earth and good will to all men and women and children of all
faiths and cultures.

					*****

...And Merry Christmas to each and every reader of Discovering Gregory and
my other stories, and also my wish for peace and happiness to follow you
all through the coming year and all the years that follow.

Rick Beck
Contact me through my website:  writersrealm.net