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The Light

By and © Joe Writer Man

Chapter 31

*** Monday

Slowly my sleep fogged mind became aware of soft little wisps of air blowing across my chest. My next halfway intelligent realization was that I did not feel the weight of David's head resting on my chest. Slowly, carefully, I opened my eyes to see my David looking at me.

The look on his face was totally peaceful. He leaned down, kissed me on my lips, then laid his head down, and then draped his arms across my shoulders. He whispered, "Good morning, love. I hope you don't mind but I was watching you sleep. Did you know you purse your lips when you breathe out? It's cute."

I whispered, "You goof."

"Goof huh? I'll show you goof." David giggled as I reached my hand down, grabbed his raging hard prong, jacked it twice then brought my hand back up laying it across his back."

"You prick tease." David groused. He wasn't seriously pissed or anything... I knew him better than that... besides he loves me to joust back... its one way we share our love for each other. We both love it, and have no intention of ever stopping.

I looked over to the clock. It read 7:30am. I said, "Disneyland opens at 10... I suppose we ought to get a move on it." Instead of getting right up, I closed my eyes as I felt David's breathing turn deep and rhythmical. He was asleep.

Just as I was headed off into that distant la-la-land twilight sleep a knock on the door interrupted that trip. Sleepily, I replied, "We're awake come on in."

David woke with a start as I reached over to the bedside table, found the switch after fumbling around for it then turned it on. Oh God, the insult that gawd awful shrieking in my brain light was.

I heard the door knob rattle then dad's voice said, "Time to get up boys. We've got people to see, places to go, and things to do. Up and at 'em."

"Okay, okay, we're up."

I then snickered because David's hand transcended across my chest, belly and then landed in my bush. My hugely distended cock was not hard (pun intended) for him to find. He squeezed it firmly exactly three times then let go, moved around and got up and out of bed.

Jokingly, I said, "Oh, okay, you're a prick tease of the worst kind. I'll get you when you least expect it."

David leaned down, kissed me on my lips then whispered, "Paybacks are a mutha." He then giggled sinisterly, headed for the door, opened it then disappeared into the common area with his obscenely hard dick leading his way.

Realizing I had to pee with ferocity, I checked the doorway to see who was out in the living area. Dad was sitting in the kitchen area drinking his first cup of coffee. I heard many voices coming from the restroom so I made a mad dash toward those voices.

Allen and Angel were already in the shower, and well they were jerking each off furiously then stopped when I arrived. I just smiled, grabbed hold of my rod, jerked it a couple of times to signify my interests then joined David at the toilet unleashing torrents of hot liquid byproducts from the previous evenings' refreshments.

Allen and Angel were oblivious to the world, caught up in their passionate kiss and stroking their largely hidden tools that which makes them male.

David snickered while leaning on me for support. Our lips then found those who he loves. We started searching for tonsil tissues however were interrupted by Jeremy's cough. We broke away then looked around and saw him and Chad standing in the doorway to the shower room. Both had snickers on their faces then we all heard first Angel's then Allen's muffled shrieks of delight as they sprayed each other with pent up fluid from their penises. Though we couldn't actually see their jizz flying, one does not have to be a rocket scientist to figure out what was happening.

Chad stood in the doorway mesmerized with the sight directly in front of him.

I didn't have the heart to shout at Allen and Angel telling them to stop. Neither did David. Nor did Jeremy.

When they arrived back on earth, David began snickering, I followed, Jeremy said, "Go get a room guys. We have company."

Startled, Angel look over Allen's shoulder then separated from Allen and turned around. That cracked up everybody more than finding them intimately entangled. Streams of jizz were rolling down their bellies into their pubes and then on down the fronts of their legs.

"You perverts." Allen giggled.

Dad called from the living area, "You guys get finished in there; we've got to get going if you want any breakfast that is."

David and I were beyond simply willing our cocks down. David then soaped me down, and I soaped him down. Simultaneously, we washed each others' members, jettisoned a load into the other then finished washing up after recovering from a much needed release.

Chad and Jeremy, needing no further encouragement then performed solo jerks.


After we got dried off, our teeth brushed, and our hair dried and combed, Angel took his blood sugar and found it was low, but not dangerously so.

We headed downstairs to the five-star restaurant, loaded up from their breakfast bar and began chowing down.

When the eating frenzy slowed down to a more manageable level, dad said, "Chad, I talked to our CPS contacts back home and have some information to share with you regarding your situation."

Chad looked up, once he swallowed his mouthful of food he said, "I'm listening, sorry."

Dad giggled, "I don't get in the way of my boys' devouring machines, trust me I've learned my lesson. Go ahead and eat while I explain what I found out."

Chad nodded.

"The first thing is that, according to law in the absence of emancipation orders, you are entitled to health care coverage under your parents' health insurance coverage, no matter where you go. In your condition, no court of law would ever deny you health insurance coverage."

Chad nodded.

"Secondly, and this is equally important... you are entitled to support and maintenance from your parents. This includes housing, or rent, utilities, and your education."

"The third thing available to you is job training and placement. This can all be paid for by the state."

"Fourth, back to education, if you are agreeable then your parents MUST pay for your high schooling so that you can either graduate or earn your GED."

"These are all options available to you. All you have to do is to apply to a court of law. They are pretty much a slam dunk deal."

"I knew some assistance was available but you see, my parents emancipated me when I was 15. They did it right after locking the door. My dad found me on the beach one day and squashed it in my hand then spat in my face and left. I've not seen or heard from them since." Chad said.

Dad winced, "Chad, I'm so sorry that happened. Nobody deserves that kind of treatment from their own parent. There's nothing you could have ever said or done to earn that kind of utter disrespect for another human being."

"Thanks, Jim. I'm back to square one. Nobody will have me because I'm too old and have HIV. I've already been through the system."

"There are other options. First, you are entitled to state benefits because you are a homeless emancipated young adult."

"What are they, I'm listening?"

"Your education, your health care, a place to lay your head down at night, drug and alcohol counseling if needed, and a food allowance that is quite generous are some of the available benefits to you."

"Jim, I've tried to find jobs... I'd work if I could get an employer to keep me. Once they find out that I'm sick and have to go to doctor's appointments frequently... well they let me go. I've never been able to work anyplace long enough to save enough to get my own place. I don't mean to sound like I'm whining. I know it sounds like it. These are just obstacles I'm up against."

I spoke up, "Dad, we could take Chad home with us, right?"

Dad looked at Chad, "I was just about to invite you home with us. We all like you. You'd fit into our family. I have one other alternative. Should you not wish to return to Honolulu with us then this would be the best solution, I believe."

We all looked at dad, waiting for his final alternative.

Chad said, "You guys have already given me so much. What matters most, over the clothes and stuff, is that you've included me in your family already. I really want to stay in Florida though. I was born here, and well all my friends were here though I haven't heard or seen any of them since leaving home. I don't know. I'm really torn."

I replied, "I know what you mean. I don't want to leave Hawaii - its home."

The other guys nodded their ascent.

Dad said, "I too understand. Here's the last option I've found for you. There is a group called GAAY. It stands for Gay and Abandoned Youth. It's an organization that brings in youth who've been abandoned by their caregivers. Young are able to go to school, get healthcare, work at paying jobs... more importantly, it's an organization who takes care of itself very well without a whole lot of adult intervention though adults certainly are around to lead, guide and provide. I've talked to their director... they'd love to hear from you."

"Yeah, I've heard about them. I thought I was too old for their program - I'll be 18 in 4 months."

Dad handed Chad a piece of paper with a phone number on it. Chad took it. Dad then said, "You won't know for sure until you call them. They accept gay and abandoned youth without restrictions. Their sole purpose to be helpful to those who need and want their assistance; they're a big family actually, and their resources are vast and far reaching."

"Hey you guys, don't be sad, okay? If it's at all possible, I'd like to stay here in Florida. This is my home. I'll never forget how you took me into your own. You are the first people who really gave a, an, err rather a care about me. Thank you."

Dad looked at his watch then said to Chad, "Would you like to go to Disneyland with us? You're more than welcome you know."

"Sure. I've never been there and have lived my whole life here. But I'm worried about wearing out and becoming a burden to you all."

"I probably won't make it all day. I get pretty sore walking too far. They've got wheelchairs I hear." David said knowingly.

Allen replied, "Yeah, we'll push you around. It won't be a problem."

Angel said, "Definitely, no problem. Hey, we could do wheelchair races and stuff."

"Sorry guys, no wheelchair races in the park. We just got here and don't want to get kicked out so soon." Dad said parentally, although he had a smirk on his face.

Jeremy said, "They also have motorized golf cart like things. I already checked for David."

"Great, thanks for telling me Big Brother." David snarled (playfully). Jeremy reached over and playfully slapped him up the side of his head. I giggled. Dad reached over to do the same thing to me but I fended him off at the very last second.

Dad said, "Okay, well let's get going. The park will never again be the same with you hooligans around it, that's for sure.

I reached over as dad was getting up and playfully smacked him up the side of his head.

Quickly, he sat back down, grabbed me in his arms, squeezed me firmly then gave me a noogie that wasn't soon forgotten.

We had an absolute blast. As expected, David and Chad wore out fairly quickly. Not to worry though. The security agents secured usage of motorized wheelchairs. Soon we were on our way to see as much of the park as possible on the first day of our visit.

We left the park at about 7pm. We were all tired, hot and sweaty, and hungry. We decided to eat at the hotel restaurant but not before first taking our showers and getting presentable.

Dinner was great. Soon we were stuffed to the hilt with their delicious food and desert. The pool was out of the question since we were so tired.

Chad excused himself to his bedroom after we arrived back to our room. The rest of us got undressed then started up a game of Scrabble Live while dad fixed himself a drink and sat down on a lounge chair out on the terrace.

Chad exited his room about an hour later. He had tears in his eyes, yet he was smiling. I got up then told dad that Chad was off the phone and seemed very upset about something.

We quickly gathered in the living area, turned off the game (Allen and I were the winning team), sat down and waited for Chad to speak.

He said, "They're going to take me just as I am; just as soon as I'm ready to go. They'll work out the details once I get there but they have jobs and a school they contract with that is friendly with gay people. They assured me I'd have a cottage with 3 younger people and a person my age. We'd be kind of like house parents to the younger ones. Guys, they're working on a match for a house right now."

"Oh Chad, that's good news. I knew they would help you. I just knew it." Dad said emotionally. He then got up, walked to Chad then sat down next to him. He drew Chad into his arms and held him firmly.

When Chad regained his composure he added, "They asked me if I needed to come right now, was I in trouble, was I on the streets - because if I were then they'd get me within the hour, or sooner if necessary. I told them I was safe and loved, and that I wanted to stay with you guys tonight if you'd let me.

Dad replied, "You're welcome here. You already know that though, right?"

"Yeah, that's what I told them, sorry."

"What's there to be sorry about? You're a part of us for as long as you want or need us, okay? Oh wait, that didn't come out exactly the way I meant it to, sorry." Jeremy said stumbling over his choice of words.

David said, "Don't listen to the resident dufus. You're welcome here any time. Maybe you can come visit us, right dad?"

"Of course we'd love to have you. I'm so happy for you, Chad." Dad said.

"Yeah, that's what I meant to say, sorry, Chad." Jeremy said apologetically.

That said, Jeremy turned around away from Chad and mumbled something to the effect, "Go ahead."

Chad, taking his cue, reached up and flipped Jeremy up the side of his head, twice. David, the ever loving prankster added one of his own. A wrestling match soon ensued. I stayed out of it for once and stood by dad's side.

Dad put his arm around me then said, "Let's take a walk, shall we?"

"Yeah, they won't even miss us." I snickered.

With that dad and I took off for the hotel lobby after I put on a t-shirt and a pair of running shorts then we were met by security agents who were to escort us wherever we went.

Dad and I sat down in a little park like thing at the back of the hotel. The area was lit with soft light lamps. The security guys walked away but stopped and stood within sight distance.

Dad said, "Are you okay, Peter? I know a lot has happened over the last few weeks. Things have changed dramatically..."

"I feel good. Why do you ask?"

"Over the last day or so you've reached out and helped a guy in a way that none of the rest of us could. I'm proud of you. You were able to share your experiences which helped him to not feel so alone in the world."

"I guess but wasn't you who said that bad things can turn around and become our best assets? I didn't realize it until just now. Maybe it has."

"You've come a long way, Peter. You'll no doubt continue to grow in understanding and compassion."

"Do you really think so? I wonder sometimes if this isn't just a dream. Sometimes I think I'm confused... like this isn't really happening, or that it will end tonight."

"Son, it's real. Or else I'm living in a dream world too."

Just then the two security agents came running over to us. Not waiting for any questions nor giving any explanation they quickly grabbed our arms and led us into the hotel and urgently to our room. One of the agents, a big burly black man said, "Do not leave your room. You are safe. Just stay and do not leave."

Dad said, "What's going on?"

"There has been a confrontation. I'm sorry sir, that's all I can tell you. Don't worry, you are and never have been nor will you or your sons be in any danger. I am sorry to have interrupted your discussion with your son, please forgive me."

I went on into our bedroom where David was lazily reading email. I didn't bother David with what had happened to dad and me. After kissing him, I went into the bathroom, unloaded then returned to our room where I shut but did not lock the door.

We cuddled in together, talked for a few minutes, jacked each other off then immediately fell sound asleep.

*** Tuesday - Jeremy's POV - Early morning

After going to bed I laid awake. I couldn't get Chad and his situation out of my mind. I couldn't understand parents who turn their children away just because they might be 'different', or do not fall into the predestined mold they had set out for their children. It seems so totally retarded.

At 2:15am, I needed to pee in the worst possible way so I got up, went into the bathroom, let loose with a stream to be proud of. Just as I was washing my hands, Chad entered, looked at me with his big brown eyes, then said, "I... I'm sorry, I'll leave."

I replied, "No, I was just leaving. Go ahead, I'm just about done. I'll get out of your hair."

With that, Chad got this pained expression that ran across his forehead; his eyes narrowed; he put his hand on his stomach, rubbed it - seemingly unconsciously... quickly, he headed to the bowl, quickly sat down, then despite his attempts to stop it he let loose with deposits into the sewer system. His face became pasty. Something made me go to him where I put my hand on his lower neck and upper shoulders. He leaned over, putting his head against my upper thigh.

"I'm sorry." Chad whispered. He added, "I guess I'm not used to eating good food..."

"I'm sorry too. We didn't know." I replied meaningfully.

"Okay, I'm done. I'm okay now."

I left the room to give him privacy to clean up and wash his hands. I went into the kitchen, grabbed a Coke from the refrigerator, sat down on a chair, opened the can, and took a big gulp nearly draining the can all at one time. When I came up for air, a huge belch escaped ... one to be proud of - then as if I were some young kid I giggled.

"Damn man... you'll wake everybody up with that shit." Chad giggled.

I turned around in my chair... Chad was standing in the entryway with a smile on his face.

I said, "There's Sprite in the fridge... it might help settle your stomach."

While Chad headed to the refrigerator, I couldn't help but to look at the back of his skinny body... yet he definitely had definition. Weirdly, I felt attracted... maybe even sexually... though I'd never really had sexual feelings toward another guy... perhaps, yeah, I was just curious. When he bent over to reach for a drink, his balls hung down between his legs and a glimmer of that forbidden zone was apparent. Strangely, my dick twitched. While I was mesmerized in to get a Sprite to drink he turned around, saw me looking at him, then popped the top and took a good healthy swallow though not as big as I had taken. He walked over and sat down in a chair next to me.

We talked about various things unrelated to his situation... I found him to be very interesting, warm, friendly, and unafraid to share of himself, his deepest thoughts... I opened up and told him of my experiences with life, particularly when I came to live with dad, and how things got much better and secure ... and loving.

Somewhere along the way our hands had loosely joined... mine was on top. We looked in each others' eyes - I thought that I should stop yet it all felt right at the same time... he made no move to release my hand.

As if taken over by some foreign and alien entity, slowly I reached over... his head moved at the same time... we met in the middle then without hesitation our lips found each other. The kiss was quick; it did not linger, however it was powerfully electric. My body immediately reacted, and I wanted more. I'd never felt such a feeling... even with a girl. And yes, I had been with several girls, even dipping my wick into their cunt. (Sorry for using that word yet each interaction had been without meaningful, body shaking, spewing forth of nectar, orgasms - things I had only dreamed about... Sure id cum... I came to realize that a teen cock can jump at and with just about anything and everything that touches it).

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that." Chad said then went to get up but I held his hand firmly.

I replied, "I've never kissed a guy before. I guess it's kind of weird but it wasn't bad. Can I tell you something, something very personal?"

Chad nodded then scooted back in his chair, looked at me, waiting patiently for me to say something.

"I guess I've always wanted to kiss. It's good. I mean, well... ermm... I guess I've been curious about what it would be like... you know... with a guy. Sure, I've been with girls... but something was missing."

I stopped. I couldn't say anything else... the words were all jumbling up. Dad had always said that I was a confident, focused individual, and that I could do anything I would set my mind to... yet here I was stumbling for words, unsure of my feelings.

"I guess I was the same way... his name was Larry. We'd grown up together, did everything together... wherever one was so was the other, right next to him. My dad thought our relationship was weird, and too close for two guys... he said so one day... when he said that, I knew I was different, and was, somehow, not what he wished me to be... yet, at the same time I thought - or rather, I had never thought Larry and I were anything other than friends... we were different but we had never thought we were... I'm a little confused. Anyway, our awareness of each other changed.

One day Larry's mom sat us down at their kitchen table. She said she'd noticed that we had changed, that we weren't hanging around as much, and that when I stayed over at their house for the night she'd noticed that we weren't sleeping together, intertwined... but that was when she went to bed... when she'd check on us either later in the night or in the morning... we were intimately wrapped up in each other's arms and legs, and more than once we'd kicked the covers off... and well, she said that our natures were well apparent. She said that she had no problem with our closeness, in fact she encouraged us to get back on the playing field, to not be ashamed because there was nothing we could do about it... that love knows no boundaries - that love crosses genders, or stays with a same gender."

After a brief pause, he continued, "I guess it was about a year or so later when we became intimate, sharing our, well you know. Jeremy, please understand we weren't 'just' fucking..."

"So what happened? Why are you here and not at home? Did you get caught?"

"No, not exactly we were taking a shower one day after mowing the lawn... ya know... we were hot and sweaty and stuff... dad was home that day, mom was at work, my little brother was at his friends house... anyway, when we got out of the shower dad was standing next to the vanity... like he was waiting for us, or something."

"Dad didn't say anything... he didn't need to. The look of disgust and shame on his face and in his body language permeated my soul - I felt ashamed. Larry got scared... quickly he dried off, ran into my room with a towel wrapped around him, and then...

"I looked at dad... then without saying one word he left the bathroom. By the time I got to my room, Larry was long gone... After that Larry shunned me, he treated me like I didn't exist. He wouldn't talk to me... when I would walk up to him in the hallway at school... he'd quickly walk away."

"Shortly after that incident, he came home from work. He said he was going to send me away to a 'youth camp' in Utah where they change boys into men without depraved thoughts, actions and deeds."

After another pause... he was getting his thoughts together... he said, "I loved my dad. I wanted him to be proud... so I went willingly even though I still hadn't determined what I'd done wrong. I only knew he was disappointed. I didn't want him to be ashamed of me."

"That camp wasn't all that bad. They never really came right out and said that loving another boy was inherently wrong... our classes were normal classes then at the end of each day we'd be given a lecture - with audiovisuals about how boys were supposed to love and be sexually active with girls ONLY. They'd pair us up with a girl of their choosing... they even gave us condoms... what really weirded me out was the fact that they'd put us together for the night... as if they were expecting us to fuck and stuff."

"The girl I was paired up... her name was Mandy. She and I talked intimately... but we didn't find each other attractive in 'that' way. To get around the staff's expectations, I'd jack off into the condom, and she'd finger her twat into an orgasm... well, girls get wet you know. We did sleep naked and stuff but we didn't fuck. She was a Lesbian. Because she was so free in her thoughts... I admitted to her that I was gay. The staff was pleased at our 'turn around', so to speak. Soon thereafter we were returned to our homes and families."

"All was well - for a while anyway. Shit hit the fan when dad came home unexpectedly... I was surfing the net, read a few Nifty stories on the net - actually, the truth is that I'd get really hot reading more than I would get while looking at huge cocks and cunts fucking away... or two, three or more guys getting it on with each other... anyway, I'd finished a chapter, got naked, laid out flat on my bed and was jacking myself into oblivion - when dad walked into my room. The look of total disgust was written all over his face... it turned into rage. He left then came back with a carry-on type bag. He tossed it on my bed then said with a sharp edge in his voice, "Get packed and get out of this house. You have 15 minutes."

"Fifteen minutes turned into ten. He took hold of my arm, led me to the front door, and then opened it... he didn't have to say anything more... the writing was on the wall... I walked through the threshold, he closed the door... and well, that was that. I went over to Larry's... they weren't home. I waited for them to return, and when they didn't I headed down to the beach... you know the rest of the story."

"At least he didn't get violent." I started to say but Chad interrupted, "Oh but he did. The look on his face and his body language - the shame and disgust - killed my spirit. I died inside. I'm okay now though... it took some time... and it took a lot of bad drugs... and it took a lot of fucking around... until I realized I was okay. One of the counselors told me the problem was my dad's, not mine."

Chad then looked intently into my eyes. Our lips once again touched... that time, though, we were in no hurry to break away.

I took hold of Chad's hand then led him into my room where I closed and locked the door. We didn't 'just' masturbate. He gave me everything that all those girls did not and could not give... and yes, we were totally safe.

We fell asleep in each others' arms. Chad woke up at 5:20am, kissed me warmly then left my room, returning to his.

*** David's POV

We were awoken by a banging on the door to our bedroom suite. Dad said it was time to get up, that we had a full day ahead, that we'd have loads of fun.

I replied, "We're up. Give us a few minutes."

Immediately, I went down on Peter's pole, slurped up a nectar offering. Peter returned the favor.

By the time we were finished, all the guys were in the shower busily jacking. Peter and I looked at each other grinning knowing we'd already taken care of our needs.

Breakfast was fantastic.

We returned to our suite. Chad made the phone call to GAAY. He had been scared but when he got off the phone he was smiling. He had tears flowing freely down his cheeks, he said, "They're on their way."

One hour later, after a tearful round of hugs, Chad was on his way to a new life.

Later that evening Chad called and told us of the many things that he had experienced. He felt loved, accepted, and within a very short time after arriving, he felt like he had truly found a family to love him unconditionally and one where he felt comfortable able to share his own love with.

*** Wednesday thru Friday

We had an absolute blast at Disneyland seeing most everything they had to offer, but not all, which set the stage for a desire to return at some time in the future.

We spoke with Chad every evening and were tickled to all ends to learn that his health condition was rapidly improving with proper medication, eating healthy foods, having adequate fluid intake, and having a whole host of brothers and others with whom he could share life with.

On Friday evening we called Chad and invited him to breakfast the following morning prior to our departure home. Eagerly, he accepted our invitation.

After taking a quick shower to get the grunge off from our day at Disneyworld, bedtime was not too far away, exhausted from the days' activities, yet not quite so exhausted to not get pronged but good from the dude I love so much.

*** Saturday

Breakfast was lighthearted. Chad told us that he'd be receiving aggressive care and treatment for his health problems. He was hopeful; he was happy beyond belief that he had been taken into their 'large' family - as he was.

Our farewells were tearful. Tentative plans were made for Chad to visit us in Hawaii during the summer time.

Jeremy and Chad then went to the garden area where they embraced tenderly. I thought that was nice... they had reached a bond... I must say I was very much surprised when they kissed, leaving it linger for quite a few more seconds than would be expected... everybody else, except Angel, were busily getting the luggage loaded. I looked at Angel. He smiled. I smiled. We nodded.

The non-stop flight home was uneventful. We arrived at about 2pm 'home time'. It was about 8pm Eastern Time. As soon as we walked in the door, I called Chad, let him know we'd arrived home safely then I walked into the TV room where I could be alone for a couple of minutes, I said, "Thanks for being a really good friend for Jeremy." Then let it go.

We made a large pizza for dinner. Ate it then went out to the pool where we played around for a couple of hours - au natural, without reservations, without concerns.

After a quick shower, sleep took us over very quickly. It's always nice to return to your own bed.

*** Sunday

Peter and I awoke early, took a good morning healthy piss then returned to our room, closed and locked the door, then paid serious attentions to our morning wood that did not leave after draining bladders.

Peter porked me but good, leaving evidences of his excitement behind deep within my inner sanctum ... likewise, his inner being was invaded by those little cells responsible for bringing life into this world as I gushed my indications of equal pleasures.

The rest of the day was spent doing chores that had not been done in over a week. We turned in early since Peter was going to have his absent testicle replaced with a prosthetic one. Before going to sleep, I insisted that Peter pound me with everything he had since he'd be too sore to have much sex for several days.

*** Monday (Peter's POV)

The alarm clock shrieked its presence at 4:30am. I hit the snooze button... but dad had other ideas. He loudly rapped on the door. David, not being a morning person, rolled over and buried his head into our pillows.

I replied, "We're awake, we'll be right out."

I had an idea, an idea that wakes David up...

Somewhat lazily, I reached into the bedside table, retrieved the bottle of body lotion, squeezed out a large dollop then expertly, wantonly applied a generous amount to David's bottom, particularly to the opening of his love tunnel. Since he had been so sound asleep my fingers easily entered. After a bit of finger fucking, I greased my pole then had my way with the dude I love so much. By the time of ejaculation he was fully awake and meeting every one of my down thrusts with an out thrust of his own.

Unable to stop himself, he too climaxed which caused his bung to squeeze my dick unmercifully which serially sent me over the edge on that trip to and from Nirvana.

Sufficiently satisfied, we showered then returned to our room to get dressed.

David chose to wear all black, including black briefs. He looked so sexy. Me, I put on a pair of his baby blue brief underwear, a pair of loose fitting running shorts, a pair of socks, shoes and a snow white jersey shirt.

We arrived at the hospital at 6:10am. I was soon whisked off into an examination room where an IV was started by a nurse named Larry. After stripping down naked save for one of those very revealing and sexy hospital nightgowns I hit the bathroom to unload a good piss. After returning from the bathroom Larry pushed some medication and while it made me woozy, I was still coherent, wide awake and aware.

Once the medication was fully and completely doing its job, Larry brought out a straight edge razor then pulled my gown up to my chest which made me nervous as hell what with that blade so close to vital organs and all.

Reassuringly, he lathered up my pubes then expertly and efficiently shaved my pubes down to bare skin without once nicking me. Since I had no hair on my balls and taint areas he left them alone then wiped off any remaining lather and pulled my gown back down to cover up the bits.

When he turned around, I reached down with both hands and felt myself out. While I liked the smooth feel, I had no future plans to shave that area again.

After making sure everything was in order, Larry left the room then came back shortly with David and Dad, "They'll be ready for you shortly, Peter. Say your goodbyes then we'll take you back to the OR. Dr. Miller wants to talk with you before you go to sleep.

Dad kissed me on the forehead then said "Take care, Peter. We'll be there when you wake up. I love you."

"I love you too dad. Take good care of David. Everything's going to be okay."

David attempted to kiss me on the lips however he had great difficulties with the bed railings being in the way. Not wanting to miss a kiss from my beloved, I raised up then leaned over the rails so that we could kiss appropriately.

Larry returned then said light heartedly "Okay, it's time to go. Let the party begin."

"Larry, can David and I have just one more minute before you take me?"

"Okay, but I'll wait right here. They're ready for you."

"Turn your head then." I chuckled. He did.

As soon as he turned around away from us, I grabbed David's hand, led him to my pubes area and watched him look at me with total surprise on his face. Quickly, he lifted my gown to see what things looked like down there. He grinned then quietly whispered in my ear, "Me likes."

After kissing him once again, Larry turned around, "Okay, let's get this show on the road. Do you have any questions before we go back to the OR?"

I shook my head. David nodded his understanding.

Larry left the room but shortly returned with dad.

We said our "'love you's", hugged and kissed then I was whisked off to the operating room.

*** In the operating room

After I got transferred to the operating room table, Dr. Miller walked over, "Are you ready?"

"Yeah, I'm ready. Uhm, is it going to hurt, I mean the operation?"

"Oh, no Peter, we'll give you some medicine that will put you to sleep. After your operation you'll be take to the recovery room... you'll be pretty much awake there... be sure to ask for medicine if you are having discomfort."

"Okay. Kewl."

Dr. Miller looked up and nodded his head. A doctor, in a soothing voice said, "Okay, Peter. I'm giving you some medicine to put you to sleep. Why don't you count backwards from 100."

"One hundred, ninety-nine... ninety-eight... ninety ... seven... ninety- ..."



A voice woke me up... it was a clear, sweet, and insistent voice...

I'm sailing away,
Set an open course for the virgin sea,
'Cause I've got to be free,
Free to face the life that's ahead of me,
On board, I'm the captain, so climb aboard,
We'll search for tomorrow on every shore,
And I'll try, Oh Lord I'll try, to carry on

During the middle, I began hearing two voices...

Oh, I was singing too.

I look to the sea,
Reflections in the waves spark my memory,
Some happy, some sad,
I think of childhood friends and the dreams we had,
We lived happily ever after, so the story goes,
But somehow we missed out on the pot of gold
But we'll try best that we can to carry on

As if in perfect sync, we stopped singing, voice said, "You have a beautiful voice, Peter."

Me: You do too. I love that song... but who are you?

Voice: I'm Matt. You don't know me. I barely know you.

Me: Oh. I like you though. Where did we meet? I know we've met before.

Matt: I hear ya. I don't know either... and ocean perhaps? Hey, look down...

Me: Where?

Matt: Lift you head up a little... <giggles>

I raised my head up... "Oh God, I'm naked... what's that they are putting on me?

Matt: That's sterile stuff. They did it to me too. Look.

A vision took over my mind... as if I were seeing it in real life. A boy; a guy; naked; lying on a hospital bed; getting a bath; oh wait... that's Glenda... I know Glenda... she took care of me when I was in the hospital before...

Matt: Yep, that's me. We look alike.

Me: Is that you? (I asked, not feeling afraid... strange but I felt numb all over - but I could see, but I could hear, Glenda was gently talking, reassuring that boy, that Matt, that he couldn't stop fighting an imminent passage to somewhere ... but I lost her words ... she then bent over and kissed that boy, that Matt, on the forehead.

Matt: Oh that was nice... she's been taking care of me, she's great...

Me: She took care of me too; she's way kewl.

I raised my head up to look down to see what they were doing... I'd heard another voice... it belonged to Dr. Miller.

Dr. Miller: Scalpel

Me: They're going to cut me.

Matt: Don't worry... it won't hurt. I've been there done that.

I saw him slice my belly open. Not really my belly, rather the cut went in the fold next to my ball sac. I lay my head down waiting for the shearing pain I knew was going to happen. It did not happen. I felt nothing. My visions returned... ethereal.

Me: Why are you... why... why is Glenda working on you? Why do you have all the bandages all over your body?

Matt: I got hurt. I have a massive brain injury... they say I'm going to die. I'm not afraid.

Me: I got hurt too.

Matt: Why are they operating on you?

Me: Foggy - they're giving me a new nut... my original one got broken <giggling>.

Matt: Wicked. I've got all kinds of additions and stuff to my body too. Do you think they have a body parts' store or something?

I giggled then said in my dream, "Yeah, they have to have. Hey Matt?"

Matt: Yeah... we know each other; we've talked before. Do you remember the bad dream you had a few weeks ago?

Me: Yeah... the one where I freaked out?

Matt: That's the one. Do you remember us singing?

Me: Yeah. Was that you?

Matt: Yep. That's the day I got hurt. I didn't feel alone though... I mean I was unconscious and everything, but I didn't feel alone...

Me: That's weird. I didn't feel alone either.

This is way too weird. I've been looking between his body and mine, carrying on a conversation with someone I didn't know, yet someone I do know, hearing Dr. Miller talk, hearing nurses' voices yet I cannot really hear them with my ears.

Me: Do you hurt, Matt? I mean you look like you're hurting.

Matt: Not now. I don't feel any pain. It stopped when you came along...

I looked down. Dr. Miller's hand was in my tummy turning and twisting. God that has to hurt... yet I felt no pain.

Matt: They're praying the rosary with your chitlands <giggling>. That's your guts. I've seen mine too. I've seen my heart and brains... they're pretty neat.

Me: Yuck. Oh look, a purple one.

Dr. Miller: Okay, let's have a size #6 implant. It's bigger than his left one, but he'll grow into it in time.

I then saw Dr. Miller put the implant into my belly. My vision changed... I saw my nut sac grow bigger...

Matt: Looks pretty good. They'll sew it in place.

I lay my head back down, looked up, the vision began again when Matt said... it was almost like I could see his face yet couldn't all at the same time... weird.

Me: Matt, what happened to you?

Matt: The same thing that happened to you. I was hurt. The reasons aren't important. I don't want to talk about it.

Me: Matt, don't die, okay, please? Wait for me, okay?

Matt: Nobody's ever asked me to stay... they've always told me to fuck off and die, to not come back, that they hate me, that they wish I'd never been born. <Sniffles>.

Me: I love you.

Matt: A gathering of angels appeared above my head,
They sang to me this song of hope and this is what they said,
They said come sail away, come sail away, come sail away with me lads...

Authors' note: © Come Sail Away, as performed by Styx

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