Warning: This story contains graphic but fictitious descriptions of sex between consenting adult males, a teenage boy's developing awareness of his sexual orientation, and thoughts of possible interactions by all aforementioned males. If it is illegal to read such stories where you are, or because of your age, or because your parents forbid it, LEAVE, NOW! For those who stay, ENJOY; and please send me comments later.
Bob, 1
The Bagboy, Chap. 10
by Bob Nelson
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This chapter is told mostly by Greg, who is present throughout. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Ralph and I roll out of our beds, stretch, yawn and smile. Part of my smile is for that crazy dream I'd had. Did I suck him off as he sucked me??? Did we really wake up earlier and did he come over to me, leading his way into my bed with his beautiful boner? I thought about having wild sex with him -- but no! He ran away when he thought I was about to kiss him! We talked in the garden later, he calmed down when I said we shouldn't and couldn't have sex. I told him I can only love him as a cousin or a brother, since Bob is my lover. I'll think of Ralph as a brother, to add the extra taboo of brotherly incest as another deterrent to our having sex. And he's so open and honest that he would want to talk about it this morning if we'd had sex during the night!! I lead him into the bathroom which opens off my room. Now it is. It used to be Debbie's.
"Ralph, let me show you how to adjust the shower to get the right temperature and how much flow you want. Have you used a shower like this one?" I ask as we enter the bathroom.
I explain it all, demonstrating flow, hot and cold, then let him try it, warning him about really hot water. He is a very sharp young man and as I was closing the bathroom door I hear him shut the shower's glass door and start the shower. He comes out with a towel around him a few minutes later. I take a fast, but very enjoyable shower; the hot water loosens some knots I didn't know I had. Got to get food and get to the Hospital! The man I love is lying up there, alone! except for all the staff. Ralph is still in our room as I come in but steps into the closet as though looking for a shirt, so I can drop my towel and slide into some briefs, then shirt and shorts. As I sit down to put on my shoes he asks,
"Will you show me how to do stuff down here, like you did in the shower?"
"Sure! I'll show you everything in our house and gradually show you all the things you want to know about our town. Don't ever feel shy or embarrassed about asking me. You have already figured out a lot of things but there are bound to be some that are strange. Heck, some things here are strange to everyone. Nobody can know everything about everything, and the people that act like they do are full of B.S."
"I heard you and somebody else say 'B.S.' yesterday. What's it mean?"
"Glad you asked. It means Bull Shit, but it means you think the person talking to you is lying to you."
"Oh, I see. Can I say it to anybody?"
"You do ask the best questions, Bro! I forgot to tell you that it is cursing, so don't use it to women, girls, kids, or anyone bigger and meaner than you," I add the last smiling at this wonderful, astute Son of the Soil, child of Nature. Unspoiled by "civilization."
"That shower bath felt good, Brother Greg! I never had hot water fall on me, before! Hope I can learn fast."
"You'll do fine, Bro, if you listen to what people tell you, then make up your own mind. You don't have to buy any food or clothes, and I'll give you some money and show you how to use the telephone to call home, here, in case you get lost and can't get back."
"Well, thankee, Brother, I'd be proud to learn how to use a telephone, but gee, I don't think you could lose me down here where all the houses and roads and everything's so different. I got along all right up in the mountains where most trees are about the same. I learned to read the land. Down here I just have to keep my eyes open and remember which way I came so I can track back along my trace. Oh, I know, I can't pick up tracks on these hard walkways and roads, but there's lots of clues to where I am and where I came from."
Up until this time I was worried about letting Ralph out of our yard, but realize he is a woods-wise young Daniel Boone. Daniel led settlers through the Cumberland Gap out into real wilderness, without a map or a friendly policeman to show him the way. At this I smiled.
"What are you smilin' about, Brother?"
"I just realized that you are going to do fine down here, never get lost, and not let people sell you things you don't need. Just be careful picking fruit off any trees that are in people's yards. Not all yards have fences to show you that it's private property, but most is, down here." _ _ _ _ _ _
Fifteen minutes later we're both dressed and in the kitchen. Mom has eggs sitting on low heat, staying warm. I don't know how she can figure out so well when her menfolk will be at breakfast, but it always tastes hot and fresh. We shovel it in, still hungry and a little tired from that hectic yesterday.
"Thanks, Mom. Ralph and I are going to the Hospital. Gotta see how Bob's doing. I'll call you if they plan to release him today."
"You do that, son, but I wouldn't count on it. My friend won't let you bring him here until he's ready. You do know you are welcome to bring him here, don't you?"
I smile from ear to ear, "Mom, you answered my question just as I began to think of it! Yes, it would surely be best, since Bob lives alone and his side is going to be painful for a week or more. He might be weak or not able to move very well. That's great! I'll tell him to plan on staying here as long as he needs to recuperate!"
"You're welcome, son. Any friend of yours is welcome here, and he must be special for you to show him your Grandpa's cabin. Your Daddy said you told him Bob is the first person you have ever taken there. And what a terrible thing to happen to him!!"
"Well, it wasn't because of Grandpa's cabin, just Dad's long lost brother is crazy! Oh, I know I shouldn't judge folks, but everything he did or said showed that he was way-y-y-y crazy! If Ralph hadn't been there to stop him, he'd have killed us! Oh--- MOM, I'm sorry!"
Mom suddenly looks pale and sick as she sits down on the nearest chair, looking away from me with tears in her eyes. She sniffles, pulls a tissue out of the box on the kitchen table, dabs her eyes and says,
"Please don't remind me how close we came to losing you! I KNOW that this young man saved both your lives, it's just that I get a terrible sick, weak feeling when you remind me. Let's talk about something else."
"Sure, Mom. Uh.. thanks for breakfast, and can I bring anything home on my way back?"
"Maybe some tomatoes if you're going by that Farmer's Market. Today's Sunday and they have a lot of local folks from around town who bring in the best, freshest vegetables you can find. We stopped raising them. It's so much easier to go get them down there, and they're very reasonable."
"Yeah, they are good, and it's almost directly on our way back. Come on, Ralph, let's go."
We pull into the Hospital parking lot ten minutes later and I practically sprint to the door. Why did I take so long teaching Ralph about the shower? No, that was mean of me. Sounded like I was blaming him for making us late when it was my mouth running more than the shower was! Ah, here's Nurse Jane coming toward us.
"Yes? May I help you two gentlemen?" she says as though she's forgotten us since last night.
Well, two can play that game so I answer,
"Oh, hello, Nurse. No, my friend and I saw this nice Hospital and he asked if we could look inside. Maybe we can visit a person who is sick or hurt and bring a little happiness to them. Do you have any of that kind in here?"
"Greg Hanson -- you are late!! Do you know your special friend has been awake since 5:30 and has asked for you every fifteen minutes?? What did you do, oversleep?"
"Not quite, but it was very difficult to get up. Don't know why, we just had a nice little ride in the country, yesterday -- nothing to wear a guy out, was it? Enough chit chat! Let me get to him! Same room?"
"No, that's why I came out when I saw you pull in. We put him in a different private room, away from noise, so he could sleep better. Come on, this way."
She turns away and leads us down a different hall. It is quieter. She sticks her head inside a door and asks,
"Are you ready for some company?"
"READY???? I've been ready for HOURS!!!" Bob hollers.
I hurry in to calm him down so he won't pop a stitch, "Bob, Lover! Sorry we slept in. It's only 8 A.M. but Nurse Jane says you've been awake since 5:30. Trouble sleeping?"
"Are you kidding? I was sleeping just fine until they came in at 2 AM to give me a sleeping pill, got back to sleep and was doing fine again until they came in at 5:30 to 'check my vitals,' whatever that means. They poked, peaked and probed, stuck a thermometer in each end -- I guess to compare temperatures -- and told me to pee in a pan they put in bed with me. Damned if I was going to pee the bed! I told them I wanted to get up, so finally an Orderly came in and helped me into the john. What a relief! Only problem was the draft in back of me, and I got this funny feeling he was looking at my butt.. Oh, I'm sorry, Nurse! Forgot you were here!"
Nurse Jane chuckles and says, "Perfectly all right, and if that was the tall redheaded orderly, he probably did check out your butt. He just broke up with his last boyfriend last week, and is on the prowl for the next one."
After my initial surprise, I bristle when I turn to her, "Where is he? I'll tell him to find his own boyfriend! This one is MINE!" then realize I might be making an assumption, as we're still forming our relationship, not firmly fixed and publicly committed.
"Aren't you?" I hopefully ask Bob.
"You'd better believe it, kiddo! I've gone through Hell to get you to say you love me, and there's no way you're going to renege on it, now! I even have a witness, right, Nurse Jane?"
"One hundred percent right, Mr. Nelson. He'll have to take you for better, since he's seen you a lot worse!"
We both crack up, laughing, until I notice Ralph with a puzzled look.
"Ralph, that's part of the wedding ceremony, to take someone 'for better or for worse.' We'll never be able to get married, but I wish we could."
"But Brother Greg, two men can't get married! No way! Even I know that!"
"Not yet, Ralph, but some day, maybe some day -- -- " as Bob and I share a long, lingering, loving look. I move closer to him, when Nurse Jane says
"When you're through, come to the Nurses' Station and we'll find out when your man can go home with you."
My mouth drops open in shock, "How did you know I was going to take him home with me? Did Mom call you?"
"She didn't need to. We worked together so many years we learned to hear what each other was thinking, even across town!" Turning to Ralph as she got to the door she asks him,
"Aren't they nice people, Ralph? Did you sleep well?"
"Surely did, Ma'am! Real nice people, and Greg's Mamma fixed us a big breakfast then told us to see when Mr. Bob could come stay there, too."
Turning back to me although halfway through the door, Nurse Jane says just one word,
"See?" -- but I see a small smirk as she leaves us alone.
Bob holds his arms wide and I slide into them, but very carefully.
"You hurting much, Lover? I want to hold you and hug you, but I'd better not."
"You can at least hug me around the neck and shoulders, then give me a kiss -- or six."
As I moved in to kiss him, I see Ralph easing out of the room. Nice kid --no, nice man! We melt into each other as though it had been months... Mmmmm, he tastes so good! Toothpaste? No, just his inimical flavor... pure Bobness, which is Goodness! We kiss gently but thoroughly, whispering little words and phrases which have special meaning to lovers, but sound dumb if you see them written. MMmmmmmmm just being here is so good. Didn't know how worried about him I was! He feels stronger -- lots stronger! I shudder when I think of how close I came to losing him yesterday. I can't help it... I sniffle and pull back, a tear trembling on my down hill eyelid, my mouth all crooked.
"What's Wrong, Lover?" Bob asks apprehensively. "Something happen last night? You OK?"
"Yes, Lover. I'm just a big baby for remembering how bad it was yesterday, how I could have L- - L-LOST you!"
Now the quiet sobs start as my tears begin to overflow. Bob reaches out, gets two or three tissues, wipes my eyes then holds them up to my nose,
"Blow, Greggsy. Take it easy, but blow."
I blow, then take the tissues and finish my eyes and nose before I realize what he said.
"What did you call me? Greggsy????" and maybe I look semi angry when I'm only puzzled.
"Yeah-h-h-h, I did. It just slipped out. You don't like it, do you?" he says with a deepening, quieter voice.
Now he is looking sad, almost scared that he's insulted me.
"Bobbaroonie, I think it's cool. Super cool! No one else can call me that, but do it again. You say it so tenderly that I tingle."
"Greggsy, my Greggsy. I love you and I missed you -- and your pet name for me is one no one's ever used for me. That's good! Just for you, no one else. Say it again..."
For the next ten or twenty minutes we cuddled, snuggled, gave butterfly kisses, caressed each other's shoulders and neck, and generally acted like love-sick kids. Hell, he makes me feel like a love sick kid! I open my mouth to tell him when he says,
"You know, we're acting like a couple of love-sick teenagers -- and it feels great, Greggsy! Doesn't it feel fantastic???" grinning from ear to ear.
If his grin was any wider, as Mom used to say, his lips would meet in the back of his head and the top of his head would fall off. Well, Mom, today we'll find out if that really happens, because my grin is bigger than his! Finally we break to catch our breaths, Bobberino -- no, Bobberoonie -- takes a drink of water and I pour him another, then use the spare plastic cup to drink some, too. Our favorite Nurse thought of that, I'll bet!
"Yep, Nurse Jane left a spare here. Said you might need it if your mouth got dry. I told her we might not talk enough to get dry mouths and she just smiled. Pretty sharp old gal!"
"She sure is, and Mom's best friend! But you'd better never let her hear you call her 'old' or you'll really be hurting!"
"OOOooops! That just slipped out! Speaking of which, something else did, too."
He flipped back his covers and his dick was standing at attention. Such a pretty prick! I wanted to bend down and kiss it and -- more -- but not here, not yet. I looked back up into his eyes and he nodded,
"Yes, Lover, I want it, too. I want to make glorious, wild, passionate love to you all night long -- every night! But not yet. We both feel closer, better, and are falling in love without getting sex in the mix, too, now. We will have plenty of time -- it just seems so hard to wait!"
I glance down at his peter and it is so hard it's vibrating!
"It surely looks like IT is almost too hard to wait! Do I do that to you?" I ask in some surprise.
"You surely do, Greggsy, my Lover Boy! Come here and lay a lip lock on me. My face is not sore!"
I lean in and really lay one on him, moving closer and tighter against his unhurt side. After a bit -- which could have been ten seconds or five minutes -- Bob smiles up at me, glances down at my crotch, taps my little head through my pants with his finger and comments
"Seems like we both think it is way Too Hard to Wait -- but we have to."
His voice gets softer as his face takes on a gentle, loving, loverly look. I lose myself in his hazel eyes which are turning green. Green? I pull back and ask him,
"Do you know your eyes are turning green? I mean really green! I always think of you as my hazel-eyed Special Friend -- I mean Lover. How do you make them do that?"
"I have no idea when it's going to happen, but I've been told by two people who figured it out that they turn green when I'm turned on. The more I'm turned on, the greener they get. Are they really green?" he asks in a low voice, almost shyly, but proud, too.
"They are almost Kelly green, Bob! Do they always get like this?"
"No, the greenest anyone ever saw them before was a hazel green, almost full green, but not bright or Kelly green! It must mean something is up between us."
This time he has a shit-eating grin past his ear lobes! I'll get ready to hold the top of his head on, in case he smiles wider! Then I notice he's looking at my crotch, again ---
"Oh, you Horn Dog! Hooray! Now I can tell if you like some guy more than me! I'll just look you in the eyes!"
"Well, take a good look now, and you are the only one who will see this shade and brightness, I know!" as he pulls me back into another series of kisses. We are lost to the world when we hear a man clear his throat and ask in a deep male voice,
"Are you the two men who were shot at? If so, were both of you shot?"
We spin around at the first word and see the most squared away State Trooper either of us has ever seen, in a uniform so sharp you could slice lunch meat with his trousers' crease! Nice looking man about mid-40's, tanned and reddened from life on the highways, very erect posture like he'd been an MP. I choke and reply,
"Yes, I'm Greg Hanson and this is my friend, Bob Nelson who was shot by a crazy man up behind the Blue Ridge Parkway, yesterday."
"Very good, quick statement! Thank you. Did one of you call in to our emergency number to report it last night, about 9:48 P.M.?"
"Yes, I did. My friend was still in the E.R. Operating Room. Did you get the man we'd tied to a tree, after he shot us and tied us up?"
"We did, but how did you get loose and tie him up if he had a rifle?"
"His son, I mean step-son, kept him from shooting us, then tied the man up!"
"Good thing he did, and he knew his knots. The man was there when we got there. We warned him of his rights but he was so busy shouting, threatening us, and cussing at us that we had enough to put him away for a few months. Would either of you make a statement against him?"
"We both will!" "Sure, You bet!" we both answered; we almost forgot he'd caught us kissing, until the Trooper asked,
"Did he call you perverts or Devil's Spawn, or tell you that you're going to Perdition or Hell?"
Bob and I both moved a little farther apart as we got very serious. Bob answered,
"He called us about everything a man can call another! All because he saw us kiss each other one time, on the lips --- standing up -- with all our clothes on!" and heaved a big sigh like he'd been keeping it all in and had to say it quickly before he lost his nerve. Bob looked down but I kept looking at the Trooper. He gazed at us for what seemed like minutes, then looked down and wrote something in his Report Book. He looked back up with a deeper scowl and said,
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Are they in trouble? Did the State Police lock up Cain, or turn him loose? Is this Trooper a homophobe?
Tune in within a week and I hope to have the next chapter UP and ready... Send comments and suggestions to me, Bob Nelson, c/o NailsB69@hotmail.com -- and cheer up, it gets hotter and sexier!!