Nevermore!

by and © Henry Higgins

Chapter 24 - Finale

The compact little man amazed me. His upper body was pumped and buff, and then disappeared into a waist that could only have been slightly larger than Kenny's. He must have a hell of a time buying suits, I mused.

A lush trail of hair led from David's navel down into his nether region - surprising in view of the lack of hair anywhere else on his upper body. Gradually, he slipped the boxers down his hips to reveal the most profuse pubic bush I think I had ever seen. He certainly hadn't been that hairy when he was fifteen. Had he been flaccid, David's bush would almost have completely hidden the object of all our curiosity. But of course, he wasn't flaccid and neither were we. There it was - that perfect, curvy cock that I so clearly remembered worshiping.

Some guys have penises that, when erect, stick straight out from their bellies. Others' penises curve just a little at the base and then stick straight out on an angle. Still others have penises that curve gently upward when erect. Only a few that I've seen, David included, have such a curve when their penises are erect that the head of the penis touches or brushes their belly. I just caught sight of the damp spot on the front of those boxers as they went sailing over to land at the feet of the mesmerized boys, who continued to stare at him unabashedly. I wasn't surprised. After all, he was the new kid on the block.

Rog and I followed slightly behind David. We slowly skimmed off our undies - Rog's tighty-whiteys and my Joe Boxers - each sporting its own very wet spot on the front and tossed them over to land at the boys' feet. There we stood, all fully erect.

I resisted the urge to envelop David in a big hug as Kenny and Rusty stared at what may have been the biggest collection of aroused man meat they had ever seen. I just knew it had to be the most perfect such collection. However, I headed for the bathroom to fill the tub and start the whirlpool. The others followed me, our erections waving back and forth as we walked.

I suggested, "Kenny, why don't you get some bubble bath from the cupboard and we'll have a first-class hot tub experience. Just a couple of healthy shakes should do."

Kenny retrieved the bubble stuff and added it. I turned the lights down to a soft glow and then asked Rusty to light the candles that were strategically located around the bathroom.

"Wow, Jim," said David, "I don't think I've ever seen one quite like this."

"I saw it advertised in a magazine for seniors and contacted the company to see if they could customize it for me. Normally, the tubs aren't as long as this one. Ultimately, it cost only a little more than a hot tub," I said.

As the water reached the full mark, I tested it for temperature and found it to be okay, so I signaled that we should all climb in. David and I sat along the back of the tub, Kenny and Rusty at one end, and Roger at the other. Once we were all seated, I reached up to turn on the whirlpool circulation. The motors rumbled into action and soon we were enjoying bubbling waters that had a wonderfully relaxing aroma.

As the healing warmth began to soak into us, David said, "Well, we certainly have covered a lot of ground since I got here this afternoon. And, this whirlpool is wonderful! However, I still need some more information for my intake interview. I think this may be the first one I've ever done nude and sitting in a whirlpool with four other nude guys. But then, there's a first time for everything, right? First, let me fill in some information about you, Jim. What's the connection between you and Rog?"

I thought for a minute so I could give David a concise answer. "Rog and I met in junior high school. Each of us was attracted to the other, but we dared not let the other know for fear of terminal embarrassment. We were casual friends through high school and then each went our own way after graduation. Some years after college, we ran into each other in a gay bar downtown. By then, we each had a lover, but we exchanged contact information, I started going to Rog for my medical needs, and that's how it was for a few years until I was arrested. Before I went to prison, Rog told me to be sure to call him when I got out, that he'd be happy to sponsor me if that would help. And indeed, it did help. Rog not only sponsored me, I'm sure he saved my life a couple of times. Just as an example, he steered me to a therapist who taught me how to cruise nineteen- and twenty-year-old guys to stay out of trouble. He and his lover Peter have been magnificent to me. I really do owe them my life."

"Okay," said David, so how did you meet Kenny?"

"Thanksgiving afternoon when I finished dinner, I walked into the park to cruise the public restroom there. It was a silly thing to do, what with it being so cold and all, but I was horny. Kenny came into the restroom wearing a sweatshirt with the hood over his head. So, I couldn't see his age until he pushed the hood back. By then, I had showed myself to him. He hustled me. Despite everything I had learned, I was about to take him up on his offer when he suddenly got sick and threw up in the urinal. Afterward, he seemed confused and dizzy, so I offered to take him home. However, he didn't want to go to his home; he wanted to come here with me. By then, my urge to help him was stronger than my urge to have sex with him, so I brought him here and then called Rog to come look at him. It was a quick-moving virus so that by the next morning he was nearly back to normal. In the course of our conversation, I learned that his father is homophobic and alcoholic, and that he has repeatedly raped the boy since his mother died a few years ago.

"I found that you don't know Kenny very long before you meet Rusty. The two boys are quite close friends. As you heard earlier, they have now committed their love to one another. Boys, what do you think about Kenny telling David what happened Friday afternoon?"

"Oh," Kenny said. "Um, well... one of the reasons that Rusty and I don't do much sex stuff together is that we like different things. Me, I like to cuddle with somebody and have them snuggle me. That's almost more important than whether I get off. 'Course, I usually manage to get off, too." We all chuckled.

The boy continued. "Rusty don't get too turned on unless there's a little pain involved - not much, but a little. Me, I never can bear to do that to him 'cause I love him so much, even though he'd want me to do it. I'd be afraid of going too far and hurting him more than I should. So, th' time or two that we did try it together, I'd be like sucking him or jacking him off and he'd be lyin' there pinchin' himself in th' tits, or pulling his balls down so they'd hurt a little. One time he wanted me to fuck him, but after knowing what his dad done to him, I just couldn't bring myself t' do that. So, we both got t' where we like t' spend time together more than we like t' have sex together. We'd get our sex from the guys who'd pay us.

"So anyway, Friday afternoon, Rusty had hooked up with this guy who said he'd be happy to hurt Rusty only as much as he wanted. Except the guy was a creep-o and went off the deep end. Jim and me were watchin' a movie when I got this powerful feeling that Rusty was in trouble, I mean, like really deep shit. So I asked Jim could we leave the movie and go check on Rusty. He agreed, and when we got to this restroom in th' park where I had met Jim, sure enough, this creep had Rusty tied up and hangin' from some bars in there. He'd put clothespins that had nails in 'em on Rusty's nipples so they went through his flesh. And then he had a pair o' Vise Grips on Rusty's balls."

I put an arm around David when I felt him cringe as Kenny told about Rusty's assault by the psycho. Yet David had enough fortitude to ask, "Rusty, what did you expect when you arranged to go with that man?"

"Um... I uh... Well, it's like this. I don't understand it, it's just the way it works with me. When it feels th' best, sex that is, is when someone hurts me a little - like pinching me, or nipping my tits, or stretching my asshole - something like that - but just a little. I thought that's what he was gonna do. At least, he said that's what he'd do. But, that creep put me into major pain, in addition to scarin' th' shit outa me. I was afraid he was gonna kill me."

David thought for a minute, then said, "So, it would be important for you to be able to control when somebody stimulates you with pain so that it's enough to get you to react but not so much that it scares you or turns you off?"

"Well... Um, yeah! That makes a lotta sense, David." Rusty grinned.

David continued. "Did you know that there's a way for you to arrange a signal with a partner so that when you reach your limit, you can give the signal and they know to stop?"

Rusty's eyes widened. "I never thought of that. That's a great idea! Only, I never can get Kenny to play with me that way."

David looked at Kenny with raised eyebrows. "Why is that, Kenny?"

"Like I said, I love Rusty. I can't bring myself to hurt someone I love." A tear began to trickle down Kenny's cheek.

"I've seen that," David replied. "It's obvious that you love him quite deeply."

Kenny smiled and then looked at Rusty. "Maybe we could work on that, bro. Maybe David could teach me how to give you just enough pain to stimulate you."

Rusty smiled back. "I'd like that, Kenny."

David continued. "I think a major goal for you kids would be to learn how to have satisfying sex with each other so that you don't have to look for it from strangers."

Rog spoke up, "We already have them headed that direction, David. I had a discussion with Kenny about frottage and how it can be very nearly as satisfying as oral or anal intercourse. I asked them and they agreed to abstain from either form of intercourse until we get the results back from STD tests that we ran. The boys have already tried frottage with some pretty good results according to what they tell us."

Rusty and Kenny grinned at one another. I smiled right along with them.

David was thoughtful for another minute or so. Then he brightened. "I think I've got it worked out, guys. First, I can see a place for both of you boys in our group. I think you'd find some support that would be helpful and it would give us a way to monitor you so that if either of you should need more specialized help, we could steer you to someone appropriate. What's more, I think you guys would make an especially valuable addition to the group because you've already done some of the work you need to do to be a viable couple. You could be a positive role model for many of our boys.

"Based on what I've heard so far, Kenny, I think there is a very good chance that we could have Jim appointed your temporary foster parent so that you wouldn't have to worry about going back home to your dad. The only thing is, it wouldn't be in this house."

I looked at David in surprise. "What do you mean?" I asked. "I've worked very hard to get this house and then to get it fixed up the way I want it."

"I can see that," said David. "You've done a great job with that, Jim. It's just that I'd like it very much if you could do the same thing with my house."

"Well, sure I could. But that shouldn't mean that I have to leave here," I said. "I could do it as kind of a second job maybe."

"No," said David, beginning to smile a little, "It works better if you are living in the house you're working on. I want you to live with me, Jim."

Slowly, his meaning made its way through my confusion. And then, suddenly I realized what he was asking. "You mean... You want me to live with you?" I asked, incredulous. "But... But, what about Kenny! I can't just leave Kenny; I won't leave him."

David grinned. "I'm not asking you to leave Kenny. He comes with you. That's the deal. I haven't waited all this time desperately hoping to find my lover and then not have him come live with me! And, that means I accept him and all of his responsibilities. And Kenny, I don't mean that you're just so much baggage. I mean that I, too, want you to live with me. I want Jim and me to be your parents." Kenny stared at David.

I continued to sputter, "But do you have enough room? What about the added expense? Where do you live? Can Kenny go to the same school? What about having Rusty to sleep over?"

David laughed that magical laugh that had always entranced me. "Yes, Kenny can have his own room, our combined incomes can handle the added expense, I live near enough that Kenny can continue at the same school, and when Rusty sleeps over, he can have his choice of a guest room or Kenny's room. Gee, I wonder which one he'll choose!"

The boys gaped at David as he blew down every one of my proposed "problems." I suspect that he might have granted every one of their wishes, as well. I thought about selling and leaving this house that I'd grown to love. And, I hadn't even seen David's house. What if I hated it? I felt a hand on my shoulder as I turned to gaze at Roger, who couldn't stop grinning.

"Hey, Jim. Relax. I see this working really well for all of us. You and David get reunited as lovers. Kenny gets a safe place to stay with loving guardians and mentors. Rusty and Kenny get a space to develop their relationship with guidance. Both boys get the emotional support they need. What's not to like? If you're attached to this place, then keep it and rent it out. What's more, Peter and I need some housekeeping help. With you, Kenny, and a part-time Rusty moving in with David, you and he could probably use some of that help, too. I need to find an office cleaner I can trust. Why not hire Rusty's mom? Between us, we can pay her what she's worth, not some minimum wage. That way, she won't have to work 14 hours a day and she'd have time to be a mom to both boys."

I wish I had had a camera just then to capture the expressions of ecstatic happiness on the faces of both boys. In unison, they yelled, "Yes!"

Rog, David, and I shared a big man-hug as Kenny and Rusty embraced and kissed, tears rolling down their cheeks. Could that have been their first? I had a feeling that it surely wouldn't be their last. I couldn't believe my own ecstasy at finding my own true love and at the same time, inheriting the chance to mentor a boy I had grown to love more than life itself. Yes, I really could have a second chance - it really could work!

The End