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THE LIFEGUARD
Copyright 1999 by Orrin C. Rush. All rights reserved.
Neither this story nor any parts of it may be distributed electronically or in any other manner without the express, written consent of the author. All rights are retained.
Special thanks to my buddy "Nails" who has given a great deal of support, advice and use of his medical expertise.
Part 6
I think they designed hospital beds with the nurses and doctors in mind, not the poor patient who had to sleep in the damned things. One more night. Then my own bed, and Dave.
God, how I missed him. His warm body next to mine. Shit, I was getting hard thinking about him, and here I was under Doctor's orders not to have sex, and how long that would last he hadn't said. I couldn't jack off even if I wanted to. Nope, I'll wait. Only did it once since I met Dave, and that was while he was back East fucking Brian.
Why does that image keep flashing through my mind? I've never even seen Brian, and Dave is so damned hot I'm not the least bit surprised. I don't think it'll ever happen again. I'm pretty sure he loves me as much as I love him. I just can't help it. I'm jealous as hell of anybody who even looks at him. I hope I can get over it. I don't really doubt him, it's those hot guys that won't leave him alone. I see them looking and drooling.
What's he got that's such a turn-on? He's pretty good looking, has a fair body, but he sure ain't no hunk. It's what you can't see that turns me on. The confidence, the gentleness, the caring and consideration he shows me, and the power that he never exercises, and the warmth. All he has to do is touch me and I melt. God, how I love him. He makes me feel so alive, so wanted, so loved, so secure.
I had to get some sleep, so I buzzed for the nurse and asked for something to help me sleep. I lied a little and said my head hurt, so they gave me something. It worked.
While I was choking down the awful breakfast, Dr. Peterson came in. "I just released you," he said. "But, I have a few things to talk to you about before you go."
I nodded glumly.
"Nothing serious," he said, "just a few precautions I'd like you to take. From everything we can tell, you're recovering well and fast. You're young, you're strong, and have a strong will. That's helped you so far, but now, I don't want those things to keep you from recovering completely. I know you're anxious to get back to your normal life, but I don't want you to rush into anything for a while. Take it easy for a while. Just because you survived this one doesn't mean you're invincible.
"I'm not asking you to become a vegetable," he continued. "I just want you to move back into your regular activities slowly. Spend some quality time with Dave, and yes, I'll lift 'that' restriction as soon as I can. Get a little exercise when you feel like it, but just don't overdo it at first. Work into it. That's all I have to say."
"Thank you, Doctor," I said, "and thank you for everything. I really appreciate everything you've done, and I will follow your advice, even though it won't be easy. I'm so antsy to 'get going' again."
By the time Dave arrived, I was dressed in real clothes for the first time in days. It felt so good to be able to stand and give him the hug that he deserved.
On the way home, I really looked at him. He looked so tired. This had been harder on him than it had on me. I'd make it up to him somehow. He saw me looking and locked back. The love in his eyes was so obvious.
"Whoa," he said, "better drive or we'll both be back in there."
The welcoming committee was out when we drove up. Annie, Ryan, Sam and Mary and Mom and Dad. Before we got out, I told Dave, "you ain't seen nuthin' yet, I told everybody who came to see me at the hospital to stop in anytime."
He beamed. "I'm glad," he said. "It's time you started treating this as your home too."
We all went into the main living room. The den was too small to accomodate this crowd, and I was glad, too, because that is kind of 'our' special place. The living room, some would call it a salon, was huge, and kind of formal, but still light and inviting. Huge, bright abstracts were on the walls, and big tropical plants brought the outdoors inside. The furnishings probably cost more than most houses themselves.
I mainly listened while everyone told me how worried they'd been, and how relieved they were that I'd made such a fast recovery. Mom pulled me aside and warned me to take it easy.
"I will," I promised, "but I don't think I'll have any choice in the matter. Dave'll see to it that I'm waited on hand and foot."
"I know," she smiled. "The more I'm around him, the better I like him."
"Me too," I leered, and got a baleful glare from her, then a big smile.
The party broke up pretty fast. Annie and Mom and Dad had to go to work and Ryan had something he wanted to do. Dave and I migrated to the Den.
It looked different, then I realized that it had been rearranged and a great big sofa had replaced the chairs that I'd been complaining about. It looked soft and comfortable. I turned to Dave, smiling. "Got tired of waiting for me, huh?"
"We never seemed to find the time to pick one out," he said, "so I called a decorator buddy of mine and she sent this over. You like?"
I sat down and held my arms out to him. "It'll be great as long as you're here," I told him.
We sat, my arm around him, looking out at the pool and beyond to the coast. This would be a perfect place to watch the sunsets.
"Too bad we can't break this in properly," I said.
"Plenty of time for that, my horny stud," he answered.
"That's for sure," I told him. "My dick gets hard every time I think about you, but I'll keep it under control. With effort. Dr. Peterson said he'd lift the ban as soon as he felt he could. All I want to do is hold you, and talk."
"You had me pretty worried," he told me.
"I know," I said, but I pooh poohed the seriousness by saying, "Don't worry, I'm indestructible."
"I sure hope so," he said. "I really don't know what I'd do without you."
We hugged, and the kisses were light. Neither of us wanting to start something we couldn't finish.
"By the way," I asked, "what shape's my Jeep in?"
"Totaled," he said.
"Aw, Damn, and it was almost paid for," I said.
"I would have gotten you a new one, but I thought maybe you'd want something else," he said.
"Yeah, now that I'm a 'married man', maybe something a little more conservative," I said, grinning at him.
"I'd love to buy you anything you want," he said.
"OK," I said, "let's go shopping as soon as I feel a little stronger."
He looked at me with a grin, but I could tell he was surprised that I'd given in so easily. I knew he had expected a battle.
"Don't get me wrong," I said. "I'm not getting 'easy'."
I hadn't really planned on having this discussion so soon, but, the mood was set, so I plunged right in.
"Do you remember my 'mood' before all this happened?" I asked him.
He nodded and said "Are you ready to talk about it?"
"I guess so," I said, "will you hear me out?"
"I'll listen," he said.
Although I had thought about this a lot, I really hadn't thought out how I was going to present it to him, so I decided to start at the beginning. We turned a little so we could look into each other's eyes.
Looking him in the eye, I started. "Dave, before I met and fell in love with you, I lived pretty much day to day, week to week. Kind of took life as it came, and didn't think much about the future. You've changed all that.
"All of a sudden, the future has become very important to me. I'm happier than I've ever been in my life, and, to be selfish, I want a lot more, years and years more. But, outside of what we have, my life isn't going anywhere.
"Being a lifeguard was one of my ambitions. I've been one, now, for almost 8 years. It's glamorous, it's exciting, sometimes, and I've gotten a lot of satisfaction out of it. But, it's a dead end. It's time to move on.
"I'm more ambitious than you might think, and I realize that I'll need to finish my education if I'm ever to do all of the things I want to do. I don't know what they are yet, but I do know that I won't be able to do them, at least not easily, unless I have a degree.
"So, I've decided to quit playing at it and take school seriously. If I do that, I won't be able to work and support myself, so I'm going to talk to Dad about loaning me the money I'll need. I've been taking almost a full load and still working, and my grades have been pretty good, so I figure that they'll let me take a heavier load, and if I don't do anything else, I can finish in a year. That means I'll have my nose stuck in a book most of the time. Can you handle that?"
"Of course I can," he said. "You never cease to surprise me. You've got my full support in whatever you want to do.
I love you, and I want you to be happy, and I also realize that we have lives separate from our lives together."
He looked pensive for a few minutes, I could tell the wheels were turning.
"One thing, though," he said. "I wish you'd let me help you instead of your Dad."
"No," I said. "That's where I draw the line. I wouldn't feel right about asking you for money. It could change our relationship - as equals - and I don't want that to happen. It'll be no problem for Dad. In fact, I think it'll make him feel good."
"I understand," he said. Then, changing the subject, "Was this in the back of your mind when you exploded out of the closet the other day?"
"Not really. That wasn't planned. It just happened. Blame it on the hole in my head," I said, and we both started laughing.
"I do feel good about it, though," I said. "No more bullshit. I can be ME, and anyone who can't handle it, well, that's their problem."
We hugged again, his head was on my good shoulder. The other one was healing fast but was still a little tender.
After lunch, Jim showed up to check on me. He was like a "mother hen", so protective of his boys. The fact that I was now officially "out" didn't seem to bother him a bit. He even brought the subject up.
"You've created quite a stir," he said, laughing. "The other guys who've been drooling over you feel left out, and all the old queens at the beach are kicking themselves for not getting to you first. Word got around pretty fast. Don't ever think I put you in that category, Dave," he quickly clarified.
We all laughed, and I decided to give him the news about my leaving. He took it surprisingly well, saying that he wasn't surprised.
"When I can," I told him, "I want to come back for a few weeks. I don't want to leave the impression that now that I'm officially 'queer' I'm afraid to show my face."
''Just let me know when you're ready," he said.
Other friends came and went. Some I took into the living room so I could watch their eyes almost fall out at the splendor, and good buddies I took into the den. In the den, I sat on the new sofa, but wouldn't let any of them sit there. That was Dave's place, at least when I was there.
Dave was around, but he didn't hover. I called him in a couple of times to meet friends that he hadn't met before, but he didn't stay long. I felt he was up to something.
Dinner was fun, and the food sure beat the hell out of what I'd gotten at the hospital. Mary, as usual, outdid herself.
Going to bed was the test. Could I keep my hands off of Dave? Holding him and kissing him, with our clothes on during the day had been tolerable, but crawling into bed naked with him would be another matter.
As usual, he picked up on what I was thinking. "Want to sleep alone tonight?" he asked.
"No!" I said, "I can make it if you can."
"Do you think pajamas would help? I have some around here someplace," he said.
"I haven't slept in anything since I was 16," I said, "and I don't think that'd help."
I couldn't help but chuckle thinking about the few times I'd worn jockeys to bed when I'd had to. I'd almost busted a blood vessel when I'd gotten hard during the night. Big dicks can be a problem, sometimes. I told Dave what I was chuckling about and we both got a laugh out of it.
I went to bed first. Damn, a real bed felt so good. Dave came in and turned out the lights before undressing. He settled in, but a mile away from me.
"Can I at least hold you?" I asked. "I can settle for that." Before he could answer, I slid over and put my arms around him, my hard dick rubbing his thigh.
"I've missed you so much," he said.
I put my head on his shoulder, holding him tight. I was home, where I belonged, where I wanted to be, and must've fell asleep immediately.
Dave "had" to go in to the office. I knew he really didn't, but was giving me some space to be with Ryan.
When he finally got up and moving, Ryan drove me to the Doctor's office to get the dressings on my shoulder changed. We took Dave's car, I didn't trust Ryan's van to get us there and back.
On the way in, we talked mostly about the accident and my recovery. On the way back, the subject got changed.
"You've really got it made, Bro," Ryan said. "Living the life of luxury and a rich boyfriend who'll give you anything you want."
That comment really pissed me off. He was inferring that I was a gold digger and that I was with Dave because of what he could do for me. Rather than explode, and "protest too much", I bit my tongue and merely said "You really don't know what you're talking about."
If anyone else had made that crack, I would have laughed and ignored them, but Ryan was my brother, I loved him, and I wanted him to know the real story rather than let what he'd said fester and cause a rift between us.
The rest of the ride home was in silence. When we got there, I drug him out to a table by the pool for a talk.
"You're basically straight, Ryan, so you probably can't really comprehend how I feel about Dave," I started. He tried to interrupt, but I held up my hand for silence.
"I love him as much as any straight could love someone of the opposite sex." I continued. "I'm committed to him, for life, if he'll have me, and not because he's rich. I fell in love with him before I knew who he really is, or how rich he is. Oh, sure, it was pretty obvious that he had a few bucks, but I never even thought about that.
"I love him because of 'what' he is, not who he is or what he has. I think he's sexy and he turns me on physically, mentally and emotionally. Can you understand that?"
"I'm beginning to," he said. "I apologise for that remark I made. I didn't know. I don't mind the 'gay' thing, but remember, this is the first time I've seen you with another guy. Sure, I've sucked a dick or two myself, but that's all. I've never thought about the 'love' aspect of two guys together."
"Well, you're seeing two guys who are very much in love with each other. It didn't happen overnight, either. It took quite a while before Dave would commit. He had to be absolutely sure before he'd say 'I love you.' Of course, that makes me love him all the more, because he's totally honest with me.
"As to the money thing, I'm sure that there are a lot of guys after him just because of it. I'm not. It's nice to live like this, for sure, but I haven't accepted a dime from him, in fact I contribute to our living expenses. It's a drop in the bucket, I know, but it keeps me from feeling like a freeloader.
"That'll probably change over time, as I get more comfortable with the fact that he has so much and is so generous. Dave isn't a 'controller', and, I know, considers me an equal. That's the way it has to be. He can't 'buy' me, and I know he doesn't want to, but I'm weakening a little. I'm letting him buy me a new car, and I can see how happy that's making him."
"I'm getting the picture," Ryan said. "But, isn't the 'husband' supposed to be the provider?"
"You don't get it, do you?" I asked. "There isn't a husband, or a wife in our relationship. There's no dominant or submissive partner. We're equals in every way, yes, even sexually."
"That's a foreign concept to us straights," he said. "How do you do it? I always thought the male was supposed to be dominant, and you guys are both definitely men. That's what we're taught all our lives."
"I know," I said, "and I've given it a lot of thought.
We don't compete. That's what males are supposed to do. That's where the age difference comes in."
"I wondered about that," he said.
"Dave's not a jock. I am, but I don't have anything to prove and neither does he. He's already accomplished so much in his life, and I'm just starting, but he's there to support me and I get the benefit of his experience. I don't really know what I want to do with my life, but whatever I decide, I want to do it with him.
"I don't think I've told you, but I'm quitting my job and going back to school full time this fall." I said. "I plan to ask Dad to help me out financially."
"No problem there," he said. "Dad'll be happy to help, and he can. But, have you thought about Dave? From what you've told me, asking Dad instead of him will hurt."
"I just don't want to be put in the position of asking him for money when I need it," I said.
"You're too fucking independent," he said, "just like me, and sometimes I wonder if it's getting me anywhere."
Our conversation was interrupted by the arrival of some of my school buddies.
Somehow, we got through the next few days - and nights. Both of our libidos had slipped into neutral. Mine with difficulty, I have to admit. It did give me the chance, though, to realize how much satisfaction I got out of just touching and cuddling with my man.
Friday rolled around, and I had to go in for followup tests at the hospital, then a meeting with Dr. Peterson. I wasn't looking forward to all of the poking and prodding and particularly another MRI which made me claustrophobic, but I was hoping that "the ban" would be lifted.
It was! I was ecstatic, but I decided to keep the big news from Dave until we got in bed that night. It wasn't easy, but I managed. I certainly didn't tell Ryan, who was driving me.
We followed the drill. I snuggled up to him, my hard cock against his leg, and that night it was really hard, already dripping. When I put my hand on his also hard cock, he turned to me and asked, "what are you doing?"
All innocence, I looked into his eyes and said, "Oh, I forgot to tell you. Dr. Peterson said we could fuck like bunny rabbits."
"Asshole," he said, grinning.
"Do you think we could have made it through dinner without jumping each other's bones if I had told you?" I asked.
"No," he admitted.
I kissed him deeply and passionately for the first time in over a week. God, he felt good. Our hands were everywhere, and we didn't waste any time getting really seriously involved.
I pulled back long enough to say "We'll both probably cum a quart the first time, so let's use the lube."
"Only if I get to do you first," he said.
"Nope, we'll do it together," I said. "It aint gonna take much."
Dave reached for the lube and I straddled his legs, holding our dicks together. "Pour it on," I told him.
I smeared it all over both of us, and started to stroke. He put his hands around mine. I looked into his eyes and saw the love in them. I wanted to lean down and kiss him, but knew I'd lose my balance, and our dicks were insistent.
Just a few strokes and he blew all over his chest. That did it for me, and I joined him. We spasmed together, only breaking eye contact at the peak of our orgasms. I felt so close to him, a part of him, which I wanted to be.
He put his hands on my shoulders, being careful with the sore one, and lowered me so that I could kiss him. This is what love was all about, sharing moments like these.
When I finally rolled off of him, I said "I think we'd better run everybody off for the rest of the weekend so we can catch up."
To be continued.
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