Play On Love (the homecoming II)

1: Jerked

I woke up at around seven the next morning. Chris was curled up in an almost fetal position, blankets wrapped around him protectively. I got up and found a robe hanging from the back of the door, and put it on. It was clean, but still, it smelled of him; that slightly sweet musky odor.

I went to the window and saw that at least a foot of snow had fallen the night before. The sky was steel-gray promising more.

I walked to the hallway and found the phone on a small table and called the hospital and spoke with my mother, then I called my parent's house and woke my brother up. He and his wife were going home to Philadelphia in the afternoon since dad seemed OK.

I hung up and jumped out of my skin when I felt the hand on my shoulder.

"How is he?" Chris asked sleepily.

"Fine", I said, "They said he will be discharged by New Year's Eve".

"That's tomorrow," He yawned.

"Yeah," I said, "Can we go back to bed?"

He went to use the bathroom and then climbed back into bed with me. Neither of us said a word as we snuggled together, our cocks both firm, rubbing up against each other. We humped each other, holding each other tighter, and tighter. Then we moved apart, threw the sheets back and lay on our backs and jerked off, never taking our eyes off of each other...and when we came, we shot our morning loads onto our own chests and then just lay breathing heavily.

I got up first to take a shower.

2: Then

We walked to the little luncheonette on the corner of the street where Chris lived. Nothing said South Jersey like this little dump. The smell of greasy food mingled with cigarette smoke.

I ordered eggs and bacon and Chris and I smoked and shared the morning paper. I lingered over a story about a bomb that had exploded at the Iran-America Institute in some place called Tehran.

When our breakfast came, I marveled over how good it all tasted. Even the coffee which was as dark as mud.

After we ate, we walked back to Chris's and took his car to the hospital. I wore his Football jacket because I did not have a coat. I also wore a pair of his gloves. The fit was surprisingly perfect.

On the car ride I asked him what he had been up to. He told me that he was working part time at a local factory doing stock work. The entire place was closed for the holidays. He went on to say that he worked so he could afford the tuition to the community college, and if he pulled in decent enough grades there , he was a shoe in for an athletic scholarship to the state university.

I asked him how much he needed for the county college, and when he told me, I began to hatch a plot.

3: Snowing

At the hospital the doctor told us that Dad was very lucky and that with the right medication and diet, he'd be fine and could expect to live a long time. I hugged Mom when he told us this and Dad beamed up from his bed, the tubes now removed from his nose, he looked a lot like his old self...we made arrangements to bring him home the next morning.

Chris drove Mom home so that she could shower and change and get some sleep, she said that she was getting a ride back later from a friend of hers. I told her I would be staying with Chris and to call me if she needed anything. Before we left she gave Chris a peck on his cheek and said, "Thanks for everything, you're a good kid".

Driving back to Chris's the snow started again. It was beautiful. I loved how it changed this blue-collar town into a sugar frosted wonderland.

We smoked a bowl of hash on the ride and I heard that song on the radio again, Grace Slick wailing, "Play on Love".

"Now, let me get something straight", he said parking the bowl in the car's ashtray," He's not really your father, right?"

"Right, technically he's my step-father, though he did officially adopt me when he married my mother".

Chris grinned, "That's right, you're the milkman's baby!"

"Something like that", I said giving him a nudge, and we both laughed.

Back at Chris's house, we found a note on the kitchen table from his mother, she was staying at her sister's for the holiday and would be back on the second.

Chris turned to me and said, "How about we throw a little New Year's Eve party tomorrow?"

"Sounds like a plan", I replied smiling and continued hatching my plot silently.

4: Fucked

He was wearing a jock strap, his cock almost standing straight ahead causing the strap to jut forth...I knelt before him and took the encased member in my mouth while he held my head. His hips swayed and I could feel his ass cheeks contract and harden as he humped my mouth as I kept my hands planted firmly on his butt...then he pulled out of my mouth and rubbed his jock encased dick all over my face. Gently, he lifted me to my feet and we kissed passionately. I let my hands go up and down his well muscled arms. He was like a marble statue, but much warmer.

Then he went down on his knees and started slurping at my cock, his tongue darting all over my prick sending spikes of pleasure all over my body. I found myself shivering in pleasure as he pulled me closer and swallowed me...

Later on he had me lay flat on the weight bench and raised my legs, he said, "Ready?", his voice deep and strong. I smiled and he winked at me as he slipped his member out of the jockstrap and spit on his cock. Slowly he pushed into me and I watched his handsome face grow serene with pleasure, his hair hanging in his face, his dark eyes boring into my soul...I reached up and felt his arms again, those muscular arms, and held on to them as he went in deeper and then began fucking me in earnest. I began to groan and he said, "Take it, take it, take it." So I took it, and in spite of the searing pain of his massive girth, my own cock was swelling and pre-cum was dripping onto my belly.

He leaned down and kissed me, while his cock was in to the hilt and I reached around his back and pulled him in closer and he laughed softly and whispered in a cracked voice, "Oh man, I'm gonna cream your guts", and I felt his jizz shoot into me, I looked up and saw his nipples get harder and his body tense up, he grimaced, his eyes rolled up in to the back of his head and then he fell forward again and bit me on the chest, leaving a huge red hickey just above my right nipple.

I stayed on my back as he sat on my cock, facing me, I watched his face screw up and he yelled out, "Oh that big fucking cock!!" as he bounced up and down and brought me to an orgasm that was so intense I actually was not expecting it. I screamed his name out and he pushed his butt down as my cum shot up into him...and he arched his back and I pushed him up with my thighs lifting his athletic frame up as I shot my last stream deep into him...

5: Plot

"Fifteen thousand dollars? You made fifteen thousand dollars in two months?", he asked as we stripped the bed of this morning's linens and took new ones out of the closet. I nodded my head and said, "You have to remember, most of that money was made because we had some high rolling clients and..." I stopped and said, "Because these men had a lot of money to throw around."

After we finished, I grabbed my suitcase and lay it on the bed and opened it. I pulled a black t-shirt out which was at the bottom and said to him, "Come here, look", and he sidled up to me and watched as I unfolded the shirt to reveal a manila envelope in it. I undid the envelope and dropped the money all over the bed.

"Take three thousand", I said, and use it for community college. We can both take some classes over the next couple of years, and once you have your GPA up to snuff, you and me, we move on to State. Together."

"Together?" he asked looking at the money and then me.

"Together", I affirmed and then added, "Just give me some time, I am not going back to California, I got all of that out of my system (I was lying, I'd never get it out of my system, but I knew in my heart-of-heart, I could never go back to that life, or to Aaron), but I need a bit more time, a few more years to find myself. I want to explore my life a bit more, but I swear, I want you in my life, and I will find my way back to you." I paused and looked him square in the eye, "As soon as you say it is time, I am off to State with you, I swear it."

We sealed the deal with a kiss as I handed him the three thousand.

Then I put the money, minus a hundred, back in the envelope and shoved it back in my suitcase. I flashed the bill at him and said, "Come on bruiser, we have to get some goodies for that party tomorrow night."

6: Party

The party was a big success, I saw friends I had not seen since high-school. It was wonderful and refershing to see these people again. At one point, as I made my way through the crowd, I could not believe we had managed to get this many people into the small Cape-Cod living room.

The stereo was blaring something from Pink Floyd and I was talking to a girl I knew, Jeanie, she was one of my best friends in 11th grade and she was telling me all about her time at Philadelphia college of art and as we gabbed I turned for a second and saw Stu come in from the front door. I excused myself and made my way through the throng to him.

He shook my hand and said, "Welcome home." He looked even more beautiful than the last time I saw him, and before we said anything else, he pulled me back outside to the porch and said, "Look, I'm sorry things did not work out...I mean, I'm sorry about Mitch."

I shivered in the cold night air and said, "So how is he?"

He rolled his eyes and said, "Damn bastard ripped me off...I swear, he took my art supplies and stereo one day when I was not home and he fucking left!"

"Serves you right", and then I snickered, "But he did have one tight little ass, didn't he?" And we both laughed and he added, "And look at what that cost me!"

He put his hand on my shoulder and said, "So are we ok? I mean, I always figured that you and Chris were going to end up togehter, but I mean, are we cool...friends and all that..." he smiled that sleepy, sensual smile of his and I nodded my head.

"We cool, bitch".

We laughed again and went back to the party.

Later on Andy showed up, god love him, and when he saw me, he plowed through the crowd and gave me a big hug and said, "Hollywood! You've come back". I smacked him on his ass and then wondered if anyone saw it...probably not, the party goeres were all pretty stoned by then.

We made our way to the laundry room and we talked for a bit. He told me about college and then said, "You know Chris really missed you." I nodded my head, "Of course that didn't stop him from fucking me every chance he got!" We laughed and it was honest. And I said, "No sweat" and, away from prying eyes, we gave each other a rather sloppy kiss and another hug and then put our average-american-suburban-teens-masks back on and made our way back to the party.

At midnight, everyone gathered on the lawn, shouting and yelling, banging pots and pans...a couple of Chris's buddies from the football team(the lunk-heads is what he called them) were shooting off fireworks...it was bedlam, it was New Years Eve. As I stood with the revelars, Jeanie came up and shocked me by giving me a wet kiss and she said, her voice somewhat slurred, "Sorry, I've been meaning to do that since the first day I met you". I smiled and watched as she made her way back into the crowd. Then I heard someone call my name. I turned and saw Chris by the driveway and followed him to the yard where he pulled me into his arms and shoved me behind the yard fence. We kissed long and hard and when we were done he said, "Happy New Year." And just then, fireworks, for real, started sparking the night sky. Chris turned and said, "What the fuck are those lunk-heads up to?", and made his way to the front yard. I waited a beat and then follwed him.

7: 1978

I figured it would happen, and it did. After everyone else had left, Andy and Stu remanied at the house. The four of us busted our asses cleaning the mess up and when we were through, Chris said, "Well boys, this is like old times."

The four of us looked around at each other and a psychic sexual bond seemed reformed.

We bounded up the steps and made our way to Chris's bedroom, the four of us crowding the small bed, and in a matter of minutes, we were naked and engulfed in each other's arms and as cocks were sucked and asses fucked and kisses exchanged, 1978 crept in, and all was right with the world.

Play On Love (the homecoming)

1: Hospital

I got back to New Jersey from California on December 28th, 1977. As I suspected, it was cold, the threat of snow in the air, every one's breath exiting the airport was a white cloud that hung in the frigid air.

I took a taxi from the airport to the hospital, the entire way the cabbie played top forty radio. It seemed every song reminded me of what I had just left behind... as we drove past houses still decorated for the holidays, I felt my heart sinking. As the hospital came up in the distance, Jefferson Starship came on, Grace Slick's banshee wail of "Play on Love" issued forth from the hack's speaker system.

As the tail lights of the cab disappeared in the distance, I stood in the parking lot of Memorial Medical center with a duffel bag on my shoulder and a suitcase in my hand. I wore a denim jacket that did nothing to warm me from the bitter temperatures. I sighed and made my way to the front entrance.

Stark neon lighting washed over me as I made my way to the help desk where a tired looking woman looked up my father's room in the Rolodex. She pointed me down the hall and handed me a visitor's card and I carried my weight down the hallway until I got to room A12.

The first thing I saw as I entered the private room was my mother sitting next to the bed, she was sitting by my father who was hooked up to tubes and machines...and as I approached, Mom looked up and smiled and then out of the corner of my eye, I caught a familiar shape wearing a varsity letter jacket. It was Chris.

Mom was smiling brightly when she said, "He's going to be OK, after all, it was just a small attack, the doctor said he'll be up and around in no time". Dad looked up at me, pale, but healthy looking (all things considered) and said, "The prodigal has returned! How was sin city, son?"

So I sat on the bed and told my parents a lie about a fun filled vacation where I had hooked up with an old friend and pretty much spent most of my time being a tourist. Chris sat silently the entire time.

Mom patted Chris's hand when she said, "Chris was good enough to bring me here tonight when your brother's car broke down"...he looked at me and smiled gently and I smiled back...

I stayed for about an hour and then Chris suggested that he take us home so dad could rest. Mom deferred and said she was staying. I kissed her goodbye and kissed dad also. And then Chris and I left.

We walked silently until we got to the parking lot and he said, "How are you?" and before I could answer, he pushed me against a wall and kissed me roughly on the mouth. "Good Christ, I missed you", he said as he tossed my luggage in the back seat of his car. "You're spending the night at my place, my mother is out of town..."

And I got into his car, closed my eyes and let myself relax for the first time in hours as he drove.

2: Bedroom

Chris's bedroom was in the attic of his mother's home. It was large and the first thing you saw was the framed photo of the high-school's wrestling team on the wall over the bed. I studied that photo for a moment while Chris was throwing a couple of sandwiches together for us downstairs in the kitchen. I looked at the photo of Chris and the other members of the squad and suddenly all of the old feelings came flooding back. I'd been in love with him since the 10th grade and maybe he knew that, or at least suspected it. I suspected that he loved me...but sometimes it was hard for him to verbalize such things, being a jock and all that...and just then my eyes caught another photo of him, this was one of him on the football team...he looked so beautiful in that picture, his hair rather long, framing his classically handsome face, In spite of, or maybe because of, everything, I found myself getting aroused. I sat down on the weight bench next to the desk in the room and spied a piece of paper, I moved in close to see what it was and then I saw that it was my name written over and over...in Chris's handwriting.

I jumped when the radiator began banging bringing some much needed heat to the third floor of this drafty old house. Then I turned and saw through the bedroom window, the suburban street below glowing in all of it's holiday finery and I realized that I really was home.

Just before he came back in to the room, I made a silent prayer that we'd have sex tonight. I needed that now more than anything.

3: Sandwich

It was the best ham and cheese sandwich I'd ever had, I washed it down with a Dr. Pepper.

Chris wolfed his down and as the room began to warm up, he removed his sweat shirt as well as the t-shirt under it and for the first time in months I stared at his chest, which looked bigger and more muscular than I'd ever seen it.

He pulled me to him once more and kissed me again. This time it was gentle and friendly, and then he said, "So tell me everything" as he leaned against the barbell on the weight bench.

"Everything?" I asked sitting cross legged on his bed.

"Don't make me beat it out of you", he said smirking, "Come on, you disappear and don't tell anyone anything, and the next thing we hear you're in L.A. I mean, what did you do, make some stag films?" He laughed at his own joke.

"That's about the only thing I did not do". I said flatly.

His left eyebrow arched and he said softly, "Oh man, am I going to need a drink for this one?"

"You might want to make it a double", I said as I prepared to spill my guts.

And then I told him everything. Once or twice he interrupted me for clarification, but mostly he just remained silent as I told him my story.

4: Prelude

"Walt?" He asked incredulous, "Why Walt? Why did you use that name?"

"As in Disney" I replied, "I figured I was in the land of make-believe and..."

"Wow, it's almost to much to comprehend," and then he smiled, "But dude, I understand why someone would pay for that ass of yours, as well as your cock...Christ knows I've missed them."

And then he added, "You know out of the three of you, Andy and Stu and you, you've always been the primo fuck."

I smirked and said, "Oh yeah, how many times did you fuck Andy since I was gone?"

"Well what was I supposed to do?" He said, the color rising in his face, "First you go and shack up with Stu, and when that goes south, you head out to California and start selling your ass to the highest fucking bidder!"

He was genuinely mad now, and I was a bit scared, I had no idea what was coming next, but I continued anyway,

"Listen man," I said my voice rising, "I don't need your fucking shit, I don't need any one's fucking shit, I got a lot on my mind and the last fucking thing I need is you getting pissed off at me because you couldn't get your rocks off !"

He charged me then and fell on me, the first punch he threw hit me square in the gut and I fell to the floor until he yanked me up by my hair and hit me with a right hook in the jaw that sent me across the room where I landed sprawled out on the floor...as I rubbed my jaw he paced, his face flush, his chest heaving, his jeans snug revealing a hard-on. He said, "We were supposed to go to college together, we were supposed to move on, motherfucker, do you ever consider anyone but your own selfish self?!"

"What the fuck do I owe you?!" I exclaimed getting to my feet. "Are you going to come out of the closet? Are you going to admit who you are? Or am I going to have to keep playing the buddy of the jock to protect you?!"

I was feeling my own anger now, and in a foolhardy move, I shoved him across the room and he looked at me like a crazy man, but I held my ground and stared him down.

5: Fucked

He charged me again and we fell to the floor and wrestled, he out weighed me, and was much stronger than I, but I put up a fight and refused to be bested by him...and then I felt him tearing at my clothes...and I grabbed his crotch and gave his balls a squeeze and he howled in pain and gave me a sharp open-handed slap across the face that made me see stars...then I felt him drag me over to the bed, my clothes were being torn from my body and he was heaving and growling like an animal and I wanted him so bad at that moment.

When I was naked, he jumped off the bed for a second and took his pants off, his cock standing up straight and then he turned and grabbed the belt from his pants and before I knew it, he was beating my ass with the strap. I screamed and begged for him to stop, but that just made him go at it with more intensity, finally he stopped, and when I thought It was over, he took the belt and put it around my neck making a collar, and he yanked it taught, enough for me to breath, but barely, and yanked my head back and said, "Time to get fucked, you fucking slut!" And then he straddled my back, still holding on to the belt, riding me, and shoved his huge cock deep into my bruised ass.

I screamed out loud, and he shoved something in my mouth to muffle my cries.

Up and down he went, using me and through it all, the pain, the humiliation, the anger, I just wanted more...

...I just wanted more.

While he fucked me, he taunted me, he said, "Fucker, how is that? Huh, did your fucking Aaron fuck you like this? Did your fucking John's fuck you like this, you fucking bastard!"

Somehow I spit the old sock out of my mouth that he used to gag me and I screamed out, "NO! THIS IS WHAT I REALLY WANTED ALL ALONG!"

And then he let go of the belt which slipped off of my neck and fell to the floor and brought his powerful arms around the front of my chest and, while still inside of me, he lifted me up off of the bed and we stood in front of the window, where he continued fucking me. I braced myself against the frame and every time he rammed me, I cursed him out and told him that I hated him, and then I told him I loved him...I sounded like some psychotic sex fiend as I cursed him out all the while proclaiming my love for him.

He let go of my waist and found my nipples which he began pinching roughly, and the sharp pain was so intense that I thought I was going to pass out, and then he brought a hand up to my mouth and put his fingers in there, and I sucked on them and he said my name out loud once.

Just before he came, he pulled out of my ass, and shoved me back down on the floor and said, "Drink it!" I opened my mouth, while on my knees and he shot his red-hot cum onto my face, then he shoved his dick into my throat and when the second wave hit, his jizz filled my mouth and I took all of it, swallowing his angry, hot juice, and I looked up and saw his entire body tense, every well defined muscle looked to be as hard as stone and I felt like I was taking communion from some daemon. His hair, sweat drenched, covered his face and he looked down at me and spit on me and then shot one more load which I took with gratitude...

Although he seemed spent, he fell to his knees in front of me on the floor and with out a word, he began sucking my cock...I held his head firmly on my dick and he worked on it like a maniac and I began fucking his face and I turned my head to the window for a second and saw the Christmas lights reflecting in, making psychedelic patterns on the wall of the bedroom, and I threw my head back and said, "Ah shit" and blew a load into his mouth and while I shook in a violent extremely satisfying orgasm, Chris sucked harder and harder like he was trying to suck my very soul out of my body...I fell forward on top of him and we remained in this odd position for a few moments. The entire time, he never took his mouth off of my cock, even as it relaxed and fell flacid...

6:Bruised

Later on, we lay on the bed smoking a joint. We remained silent, bruised, sweaty, sated. Finally we finished the jay and he turned his head to me and said, "Sorry, I might have got a bit carried away, it's just that..."

"Just what?" I asked staring at the holiday light designs that glowed through the window.

"Ah Christ, you know, I love you, and it make me crazy", he said, his muscualr arm reaching across my torso.

"What do we do now?" I asked.

"Well, tomorrow we go see your dad at the hospital..."

"And after that, what do we do?"

"I don't know", he said, "Can we play it by ear?"

He pulled in close to me and held me and I closed my eyes and hoped for sleep, and just before I dropped off, I thought what indeed would happen next...but at that point I was too damn exhausted to think about anything else, and when sleep did come, it came heavy and dark, for a time, I did not have to think about a damn thing.

Lost In Babylon : the final chapter

1: In Praise of the Older Man

I sat on the bed of the middle aged man. He was almost sixty (or so he said), and I marveled over how handsome he was with his thick head of steel gray hair which he wore combed back neatly. I was actually aroused when he removed his shirt and revealed a very well developed chest with a fine coating of salt and pepper fur on it, and when I saw how nice and firm his ass appeared, my ageism melted while my cock grew straining the white briefs, which was the only article of clothing I was wearing.

His name was Mr. Harris and he was a realtor who sold some of the finest homes in Beverly Hills to some of the most important people in town.

While he undressed, he made polite talk with me, asking me about my past, friends, family. I answered him back as politely as he asked, though I could not help but steal gazes about the magnificent room I was in, with it's marble fireplace and rather Gothic furnishings; the bed alone was like something out of a movie, a four poster monolith with acres of pillows and luxurious sheets and blankets.

"Make yourself comfortable, Walt", he said now fully undressed, his cock standing straight up. Once again I marveled over this man's physique. He caught me staring at his body and he smiled brightly, his deep cultured voice (which sounded like Richard Burton's -- but without the British accent) boomed through the cavern like bedroom, "It's in the genes. My father is still alive, he's 91, my great grandfather died when he was 99. He looked twenty years younger when he passed," And then he assumed a boxers pose and told me that he was the golden gloves champ in 1948. Finally he paused and folded his arms and studied me for a minute and said,

"You remind me of an old buddy of mine...a fellow I served with in Korea...we, were.", he paused for a second searching for the word, "lovers. That's what they call it today, don't they? Of course back in 52, you never acknowledged anything like that, no sir, that would not only get you tossed out of the Army, it would have ruined your life," he paused again and sat next to me and gently stroked my hair, "Dear god, it's frightening how much you look like Nicky".

And then he leaned over and kissed me on the mouth. It was a deep, sensual kiss and I returned it to him and then put my arms around him. He held me and lay his head on my chest and I whispered to him, "Tell me about Nicky, what happened?"

He pulled back for a second, his face suddenly looking old and haggard and said, "He died right after the war. Hung himself. He could not handle it...being a homosexual."

I told him I was sorry and he said, "We were together for three beautiful years...after he died I left Kansas and came out here and through myself into work."

Then he kissed me again and we fell into that massive bed of his and we made love. Yes, that's what it was. This was not a normal fuck-for-pay scene, no, Mr. Harris was a gentle and generous lover, concerned with my pleasure as much as his own...that said we worked up a good sweat and frankly, I felt like I was with a young hale man...when he finally had his orgasm he held me tightly and said in that beautiful voice of his, "Nicky, dear god, Nicky..." and I held him until he became still and kissed him gently .

Somewhere, I felt my heart breaking in sympathy for this very wealthy, very lonely man.

When we were through, Mr. Harris asked me if I could stay a bit longer. I agreed, I had no pressing engagements.

We played an intense tennis match (he beat the pants off me) and later on, swam in his pool...all the while, he told me stories of his life, of his wife (who lived in another home a few miles away) of his two sons (also successful realtors). I learned how he hid behind the mask of heterosexuality and how he took his frustration over that by being a cut throat business man.

As the sun went down, we sat on the terrace and sipped some cocktails that his butler had brought out. Over cigarettes (which he produced from a small gold case) we talked some more and then he asked me if we could have "one more for the road".

This time we retired to his pool house, and stripped down quickly. I pushed him down on the small sofa in the room and began sucking on his cock while he held my head down. He called me his beautiful angel, and I looked up for a second from his dick and winked at him and then went back at it.

We switched around to a sixty-nine position and sucked each other off. I had not realized how big his member was until he began ramming my throat making me gag a few times. He paused and pulled off my cock for a second and teasingly said in his deep voice, "Come on son, can't you take this old man?" and he smacked my ass playfully and went back to going down on me...

He fucked me gently while I lay with my legs up and resting on his shoulders. He never took his eyes off me while banging me and when I reached up for his nipples and flicked them, he let out a loud sigh and shot his load ... when he was through, he kissed me and then said, "Now just relax and let daddy drive" and he proceeded to give me one of the best blow jobs I'd ever had.

Mr. Harris gave me three hundred dollars as well as his card, he jotted down, what he said, was his private number, and as he walked me out to my car, he gave me a peck on the cheek and said, "Thanks Walt, you brought Nicky back for the day".

I smiled and waved from the car and drove back to Burbank.

For some reason, I felt like crying.

2: A Phone Call From New Jersey

I got home and found Aaron pacing the living room. When he saw me enter, he ran up to me with a wild look and grabbed my arms and said, "Your mother has been calling here all afternoon".

I felt my heart sink, a phone call from home could not be good news.

"What did you tell her?" I asked.

"Well, I told her you were at work." And then he blurted out, "Your father's had a heart-attack, your mother told me that the doctor thinks he'll be alright but..."

Everything else was just white noise.

Somehow I called home and managed to stay composed while I talked to my brother who said that mom was at the hospital, he told me that I'd better get home quick. I called the hospital and got my mother. She said that dad was resting and then she began crying.

"Ma, I'll be home on the next flight".

I hung up the phone and saw Aaron standing in the doorway looking at me, his hair hung in his eyes as he said, "I have a connection at TWA, he's a client, I'll call him, he'll take care of everything...

Again, everything was just more white noise.

Things blurred...I made it down to the bank just before closing and cashed in my account. I had fifteen thousand in the account...when I got back to Aaron's I put two thousand on the sink in his bathroom, he deserved this...another call came, a limo was picking me up for a flight that was going to leave at 9:30. It was 6:30...I packed, Aaron helped me silently...and when we finished he said, "Will you come back?"

I said nothing.

He put his arms around me and softly said, "I'm so sorry, brother. But I love you, and don't want to lose you".

"Aaron, you know how I feel", I said putting my suitcase in the hallway, "but I don't know what's going to happen, I mean what if he dies?"

He took me in his arms and while I expected to collapse in tears and exhaustion, instead we tore at each other's clothes because, both of us knew, no matter what, we'd never see each other again...

3: The Final Fuck


He held me firm, pointing his enormous cock at my mouth, "Suck it!" he demanded and I opened my mouth and Aaron shoved himself in and I fell on to the floor and he fucked my face while I gagged and coughed, it didn't seem to matter to either of us, I just wanted to swallow his cock and just stay where I was on the hallway floor of that house in Burbank...and then he took his cock out and smacked my face with it and then shoved it back into my mouth and I sucked it until he began screaming my name, not Walt, but my real name, and then I tossed him off of me and grabbed him by his hair and shoved him down on my dick and pulled him on to it and he sucked with a greedy ferocity like he was lapping at a fountain after forty days in the desert...

I don't recall when, but we ended up in the bed room. Aaron mounted me while I lay on my belly and fucked me. Like always when he fucked me, he sent me to another place, and in spite of everything, I felt myself getting lost, as has cock went in deeper, harder and faster, I knew one thing, I was crying, just like the first time with him, he'd brought me to tears; and like the first time, these were not tears of pain, but of joy...yes, but they were mixed with tears of sadness, sadness for my father, sadness for this wild chapter of my life which was about to come to an end...

He tried, and he almost managed to fuck the sorrow out of me, he slapped my ass and revealed a manic, aggressive side that I'd never seen before...ah Christ but he rode me like a race horse that night and I needed it.

When he pulled out, he rolled over quickly and we were locked in an embrace, kissing each other and this time, I saw tears in his eyes and this made me love him even more. Then he said, "Bang me brother, hard, make me remember it!"

I went for his ass, and started by giving him a couple of good hard smacks, every time I did, he said, "More! Harder!" Then I spit on my hand and started finger fucking his ass, playing with his tight hole, stretching it and using him like a puppet, like he'd done to me on our first night together, and when I could take it no more, I shoved my cock in him and he cried out my name and I closed my eyes and I cried out also, only it was a howl that was borne of sadness and loss and lust and I shot my load up his ass and my entire body seized up in pleasure spasms and I kept howling and he kept calling out my name and finally, Aaron came and we continued on the bed, wallowing in our spilled seed, wet with sweat and cum and finally, for one last time, we kissed and it was the most bittersweet kiss I'd ever experienced.

4: Say Goodbye To Hollywood

I washed up and dressed and before I had time to say anything else to him, the limo was waiting. I grabbed the suitcase and turned, he was sitting on the bed naked, smoking a joint. I raised my hand and he flashed me the peace sign, his eyes still wet with tears.

I turned and dashed out the door.

Aaron's friend had arranged passage in first class.

When the jet took off, I closed my eyes and, like a film, I rewound the last few months in my mind...the gorillas, the movie star and his party, The Werewolf, The Game Show Host, The Photographer from Palm Springs, The back alley sex, The Barracuda, the dunes, the warm California Sun, Mr. Harris...Aaron, my dear sweet, Aaron...had it all really happened?

I opened my eyes, back to reality, back to New Jersey, back to 1977.

I wondered how my father was doing.

They announced that a film would be shown on our flight. The movie star whose house I had been in was starring in this film. I deferred the headphones and flicked through an old copy of Time Magazine and read a story about Jimmy Carter.

When they turned on the smoking sign, I reached into my pocket to grab a cigarette, something fell out ...an envelope that said "Walt" on it in Aaron's handwriting. I looked at the envelope and sighed and shoved it back in to my pocket.

I'd read his letter another day...

THE END

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The Next Morning

When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was Rick's ass, slightly exposed as his briefs were riding down some, the crack of his ass inviting me, my cock stiff with the anticipation of a morning fuck... The two of us made our way out of bed, leaving Andy and Van curled together in a spoon. I turned to Rick, his eyes still somewhat bleary from sleep, his dick tenting the front of his briefs and we made our way down the hall to the bathroom...we brushed our teeth and then kissed, I ran my hands through his reddish hair, shaggy and longer than he'd ever worn it...he kept his arms wrapped around my waist and then let his hands drop to cusp my ass...we kissed some more as we rubbed our bulges up against each other...then we made our way downstairs

In the kitchen, by the sink, he went down on his knees and took my cock in his mouth and began sucking me off. I braced myself by laying my hands flat on the edge of the sink and leaned back while he slurped and sucked on my morning wood. I began pumping his face, and he brought his hands up, pushing at my butt, bringing me in closer...bright October sunlight filled the kitchen through the window over the stove, and warmed my bare skin...I said his name over and over while he went down on me...then I reached down and pulled him off me, raising him to his feet until he faced me and we kissed again, the taste of my precum on his tongue. I reached for his briefs and felt a wet-spot were his cock head had been leaking. Then I let my hand reach down to release his member. We continued kissing and I squeezed his dick, which was as rigid as mine. Again we did the old bump and grind, our bodies electrified. Finally, I yanked his briefs off and let my left hand wander to his bare ass while I fondled his crack. This made him moan and he tore at my underwear so that now we were both naked. I turned him around and embraced him from behind, my cock lay flat at his ass crack, and went around his chest to his nipples which I pinched...then I reached forward and grabbed his cock and began milking it...and just like our first time, he said my name and his head fell back and I knew he was going to shoot his load any second...I licked at his ear lobe and whispered to him that I loved him, all the while never taking my hand off his staff. I could feel my own slime dripping from his ass cheek on to my inner thigh and then...

Another set of arms from behind embraced me, a familiar cock was pressing up against my ass, we both jumped for a second as Andy decided he wanted to join in...Rick turned and saw him and smiled and just then, Andy reached in between my legs and grabbed at my ball sack. Now I threw my head back and moaned as he switched off and went for my tits, sending those white hot shards of sensation through me...we moved around and faced each other, kissing and fondling each other; at some point I found myself in the middle of the two of them, Rick's cock half way in me, while Andy's erect and steel-like, pressing against my own...I gave my old friend a deep soulful kiss that was returned in kind and then pulled him closer to me...finally, someone said, "How come Van is missing all of this?"

We found him coming out of the bathroom, a towel around his neck and his underwear on, "Don't think you'll need those just yet I said", pointing to his briefs. He smiled wickedly and made his way back into the bedroom...

...like the night before there were no words...we merely took turns using Van. He sucked at our cocks obediently and enthusiastically always seemingly wanting more. Finally we turned him over on his stomach and we slapped at his beautiful ass a few times before Andy starting plowing him first. Like a jackhammer, my buddy went at it while Rick and I crouched on either side jerking off. A few times we smacked at his face with with our cocks. Andy let out deep elongated groan when he came, yanking his dick out and shooting rivers of jizz on Van's back...when he was through I took over, shoving my cock into his waiting hole. I felt him buck under me, he was grunting in pain as I rammed him...and just then, Rick mounted my ass and began fucking me; so now Van was being chain fucked by the two of us...the feeling was so damn intense I was not sure I was going to be handle it for very long, but I did and every time I shoved myself into Van, it was met with Rick doing the same to me, until the three of us were one convulsing ball of sweat drenched flesh...

When I came I didn't even have time to pull out, and I found myself biting Van on his left shoulder while rivers of pleasure mixed with the sharp pain of Rick's cock up my ass...and then I felt Rick's juice fill me up as he collapsed on top of me and the three of us were breathing heavily, gasping for air.

Rick pulled out and fell back on the bed next to Andy who was laying with his arms behind his head and then I pulled out of Van and turned to the two of them and winked at them and then we hoisted Van over and the three of us went to work on him, taking turns at his dick and tits, encouraging him to shoot, encouraging him to let go... until finally he let out a roar shooting several ropes of cum straight on up into the air...his handsome lion like face a mask of extreme pleasure...

Later on , the four of us washed and dressed, we had coffee in the kitchen. I did not say much, as I was content, and when I am content I shut up. So, I watched my lover, my best friend, and my fuck buddy all sitting around the table, drinking coffee, making small talk, while that October sunshine continued flooding in the windows and I realized that, all things considered, I might just be the luckiest man in the world...