Chapter 291 – Is Dawson Really Gay?
On my way over to see if I could help settle Dawson down, I was extremely concerned about him thinking he was dying. Was he just being an ass? I wasn’t sure who called me from the hospital, but they seemed to think Dawson might believe he was dying, even though they didn’t see a reason to be concerned.
Checking in with the nurse on duty, after an older gentlemen in security let me in the psych ward, he said Dawson was extremely anxious, and if they couldn’t get him settled down, they were going to have to restrain him. He said they gave him a sedative, but that didn’t seem to be working. He kept asking for me, over and over again, truly believing he was dying and wanted to see me before he died. That kind of shocked me. The nurse said his vitals were good, and he didn’t see any physical problems with him at this point. He did say his blood pressure was elevated some, but nothing to be worried about. He attributed that to the stress he was putting himself through.
“Maybe if you just lay in bed with him and hold him for a while, he might settle down and go to sleep,” the nurse suggested. I looked at him a little funny. “Hey you’d be surprised how physical contact can really help someone who is disturbed mentally. I’m sure the shrinks can explain it, but I’ve seen it work miracles,” the nurse told me. “Just go in there and lay with him, hold him, tell him you love him, and I’m sure that just might do the trick. They need to hear that someone actually cares about them. I’ve had to do that several times with different mental patients, and I swear it works, just holding them, making them feel cared about by someone,” he added.
“Hey, you’re more than welcome to cuddle him instead of me,” I offered. The nurse chuckled.
“I tried that already, but he called me a fucking faggot, and told me to get the hell away from him and to call you. Not sure where all that hostility comes from, but I figured he still had some of his faculties about him, and maybe your presence would help.” I just shook my head in disbelief. “Go in there and shut the door. No one will bother you unless you need help. Press the call button if you need us, but if it works, then that will spare him a night in a straight jacket.” I didn’t like the sound of the straight jacket.
I opened Dawson’s door. He was wriggling all over the bed, almost as if he couldn’t stop himself. He was totally naked and had a boner, of all things. I closed the door behind me, walked over to him, and put my arms around him. He looked up into my eyes and stopped moving for a moment. “Josh, you came. Thank God, you came,” he said with tears in his eyes.
“Dawson, what happened? You weren’t like this when I left you this afternoon. What changed, buddy?” I asked, as sympathetically as I could.
“I, I, I don’t know. I have this feeling that I’m dying. It’s like I can’t stop it. I’m headed to a dark abyss that’s begging me to come. I’m trying to fight it off. The only voice telling me to come back is you. I needed you to save me. Hold me Josh. Hold me,” he begged. I took off my shoes and climbed into bed with him, as the nurse suggested and put my arms around him, holding his naked body up against me. I stroked the back of his head with my hand.
“I’ve got you, buddy. I won’t let anyone take you away. You’re staying with me,” I reassured him. He seemed to relax some, although his boner wasn’t, which disturbed me somewhat. “Do you feel safe now?” I asked quietly.
“You saved my life, Josh. You saved me. How can I ever thank you?” he said, holding me tight. He kissed me a couple of times. I had seen the fear in his eyes, which really disturbed me. Dawson was sweating profusely, all worked up. He was getting me wet, but I didn’t care right now. “Josh, could you take off your clothes and lay with me?” he asked.
“Dawson, I don’t think that would be appropriate. Not sure I should do that. We’re in a hospital,” I reminded him.
“Josh, if I die tonight, I want my last night to be spent with you making love, you showing me there was one person on this earth that truly did love me. I don’t want to die thinking no one loved me anymore,” he said, as sincerely as someone like Jake would say to me. Was he serious about dying? My mind was going crazy trying to rationalize the situation here. “I, I, I just feel unloved and sexually frustrated at the same time. I just want to explode right now,” Dawson told me. “Please lay with me and love me, Josh. I need to know you love me,” he begged.
I felt extremely concerned about his mental condition. The nurse said cuddling with them in bed, was extremely therapeutic, but what would fucking them do? Was it therapeutic? I wasn’t so sure.
“Dawson, I don’t have any condoms with me, buddy. I shouldn’t fuck you. We can suck each other off, I guess, or I can jack you off and you jack me off. That might work,” I suggested, trying to avoid anal intercourse in the worst way. He pulled me to him and kissed me passionately, begging me to fuck him. I swung my feet off the bed and stood up and took off my clothes and put them in his chair. I was going to suck him off in hopes he’d forget about the other. “Damn, you’re beautiful naked,” he said, as I crawled back into bed, naked with him. He pulled our bodies together in desperation. His large penis rubbing up against mine, horning me up rather quickly. I was growing fonder of his thick cock the more I had to deal with it. Damn, I was definitely going to need therapy after dealing with Dawson, should his condition ever improve. I inched my way down his body, rolling him over on his back. I could tell the distinct smell of my guy here, the musk smell in his pubes and junk, his pre-cum leaking penis, throbbing in anticipation of breeding something. His sweat, mixed with his male aroma was like an aphrodisiac, making my cock throb, as if to be part of a mating call from the scent he was putting out. Fuck, I was like a male dog chasing a female dog in heat, only this female dog was male. I was all fucked up now. I spread his legs and began licking his big balls, then moved up to the base of his shaft, running my tongue along the underside of his penis and up and over the head, collecting the liquid pre-cum drooling down the side of his thick shaft. Dawson moaned as if he was in total ecstasy. I finally enveloped the full head of his cock in my mouth, running my lips down his shaft, as far as I could take him, the head of his cock against the back of my throat. Dawson then begged me to flip myself around so we could 69 each other. I did as he requested. So far, he was really into what we were doing and was totally calm. I had to believe there was something to what the nurse prescribed. I wasn’t sure the guy had this in mind, but it seemed to be effective so far. I felt the warmth of his lips on the head of my cock, then his lips moved farther down. He even licked my balls, how thoughtful. I spread his legs further and made my way down his taint. The musky smell of man, was strong. I couldn’t help myself and drove my tongue down his taint and into the thick hairs of his ass crack. Fuck, I was hooked now. Dawson had the perfect ass. The thought ran through my head, perfect ass on a perfect asshole. Why did it have to be this way? Dawson shook as I stimulated his asshole. I decided to abandon that area and concentrate on getting his cock off. I was starting to feel a little pressure in my own groin myself. I needed to get him off and get this over with. I drug my tongue back up the underside of his cock and drove my mouth as far down on his cock as I could. Then I furiously sucked him and jacked him at the same time. His body shook and I knew he was about to explode. I came off his cock just in time, as he blew his man juice a good two or three feet in the air, strong ropes of cum shooting out like a geyser straight up, then gravity pulling it all down on the bed and his legs. Once he settled down, I drew the rest of his spunk out of his dick with my thumb and forefinger. He finally relaxed. I noticed he stopped sucking on my cock, which greatly relieved me. I rolled over, turned around, then laid beside him face to face and kissed him. I told him I loved him. He pulled me to him and kissed me over and over, telling me he loved me. As God as my witness, I never thought I’d be laying in bed with Dawson, having sex with him and telling him I loved him. I was as fucked up as you could get at this moment, but yet, there was a part of me now that really did love him, for fear of losing him, as if he was going to pass. I heard stories of people that thought they were going to die and actually did, when there was no reason for them to believe they would die. That scared me.
“Josh, you have to fuck me. This will be our last night. I can’t go away not having you in me and sharing each other’s bodies one last time. I need this to go with me into eternity. Please, for my pathetic life, will you please show me you care, and make love to me?” he asked poignantly. I almost wanted to cry.
“Dawson, you’re not going to die. You’re going to be my friend for years on end. I swear, buddy. I won’t let anything happen to you. I swear I won’t,” I said as convincingly as I could, hugging him tightly, our naked sweaty bodies tightly together. His cock was still rock hard, which surprised me, after I drained his balls of one heck of a load.
“I don’t know, Josh. I just feel like it’s over and I’m leaving. My head hurts, my mind is crazy. Something is pulling me away,” he said, starting to get emotional. “I want one last time to feel loved, really loved for once. You have to fuck me and make us one. I need that from you in the worst way. Then if I have to go, I can go,” Dawson whispered to me, as if he really believed he was dying. I felt so terrible for him. My dick was limp at this point, but he reached down and massaged it. “Please, Josh. Put your dick inside me and make me feel it, one last time,” he pleaded, almost in tears, as he stroked my cock making it harder.
“I don’t have any condoms on me, D,” I told him, hoping that might dissuade him. It didn’t.
“If I’m dying, what difference does it make?” he asked. “Plus, I’m clean. The only guys I’ve ever had sex with are you and Drew and you’re both clean. I never fucked any girl without a condom. Just fuck me. Please, Josh, my last wish,” he pleaded.
I rolled him on his side and pushed my cock up against his hole, teasing him some. I spit in my hand to give us some lube, then slowly penetrated his asshole. He moaned as I entered him. He was extremely tight, almost virgin. “I haven’t been penetrated, since the one and only time you fucked me. It hurts at the moment, but I know any second it’s going to feel wonderful,” he said as he cringed with the pain of me entering his body. I held him tightly from behind. I finally felt him ‘give’ and slid the rest of the way inside him. Damn, he was tight on my dick. Felt amazing though. I started a gradual rhythm, but he was anxious for more. “Roll me over, Josh. Fuck me missionary style. I want to see your face and kiss you,” he urged. I came out of him and rolled him over on his back. I spread his legs and guided my penis back to his portal, then slid inside him, making him gasp. “I can’t believe something that sounds so disgusting can feel so fucking good. Damn, this is better than the first time, Josh. I can’t tell you how much I love you,” he said, grabbing my head and pulling me to him, kissing me passionately, as I humped his ass. “Fuck me hard, Josh. Yeh, that’s it. Gawd, this feels fantastic. Oh, shit, this feels so fucking good,” Dawson said, getting louder with his expression of enjoyment.
“Shush, D. We don’t want to draw a crowd. This wouldn’t look to good for either one of us,” I warned him.
“What the fuck, I’ll be dead anyway. You might have to deal with some shit, but I won’t,” he said seriously. “Fuck, this feels so fucking good. Can we do this all night?” he asked. I shook my head at him. We were sweating like pigs, as we burnt up the sheets. Finally, he stiffened up and clutched me tightly, his ass squeezing my cock, as if it was strangling it. I lost it at that point as he did also. Three or four more thrusts and I blew my seed deep into his bowels, as I could feel his ball juice oozing out of his cock and on my belly, his cock trapped between us. I fell limp on top of him. He held me tightly, kissing me all over.
“Josh, that was unbelievable,” he whispered. “I’m good now. I can go in peace,” he said, as if he had checked off everything he ever wanted on his bucket list. I raised my head up and looked into his eyes.
“Dawson, we’re going to make you well. You’re not gong to die. You have to believe that,” I tried to convince him.
“It doesn’t matter anymore. You gave me all the love I needed before I go. I can go in peace now,” he replied, as if he knew something I didn’t know, which really concerned me now. Whatever I said, didn’t make a difference with him.
I felt my penis slip out of his ass. He gave me a moan of disappointment. I smiled at him and kissed him on the lips. He hugged me tightly once more. I rolled over and put my feet on the floor, then stood up beside the bed. “I’ve got to get you cleaned up,” I told him, as I went to his private bathroom to get a washcloth. I rinsed the washcloth with warm water and some soap, then took it to him to wash his penis, balls and belly, to clean his sperm off him. I still had some on my belly and in my pubes. I even wiped his asshole, cleaning up my sperm that had made its way out. It was kind of gross, but kind of hot also.
“That warm washcloth felt great on my balls, Josh. Almost like you were licking them again. I bent over and kissed his balls for him after I cleaned them. He giggled some, but said it felt hot. I winked at him. At least he was calm now, where before he was so rattled and anxious, unable to settle and be peaceful. He seemed totally at peace at the moment, anyway.
After cleaning up Dawson, I took the washcloth back into the bathroom and cleaned myself up. I was getting ready to get dressed again, seeing as how he was peaceful and resting now. “Josh, lay with me a few more minutes, please,” he asked so peacefully. I climbed naked back into bed with him and caressed him from behind, my flaccid cock up against his ass. I wrapped my arms around him, and he held them with his hands. “When I’m gone, know that I truly loved you as my friend. I hope you never forget me, Josh. You were the one true friend I ever had in this world, and I can’t love you enough,” he said so peacefully. “I’m so blessed to have you as my friend.” I kissed the back of his neck and shoulders and told him I loved him. He had been a wonderful friend of mine also. Even though it wasn’t true, I felt the need to say it, just in case there was something to his passing.
“You feel better now?” I asked, as I ran my hands up and down his arms and shoulders.
“I feel great, except for this awful headache, which never seems to go away. I just learn to tolerate it,” he mentioned.
“How long have you had this headache, D?” I asked.
“I don’t know. Way too long. It’s been going on for days. Some days are better than others. They give me some pills for the headache, but all it does is reduce it some. It never goes away completely,” he whispered, as if he was falling asleep. He finally did fall asleep. I listened to his heart beat, just to be sure he didn’t die on me. His heart was beating normally, so I got up an got dressed. I covered him up with a sheet and a light blanket, then bent over and kissed him on the lips. He seemed so peaceful. I opened his door and closed it behind me. I found the nurse.
“He’s sleeping now and seems to be peaceful,” I informed the nurse.
“What did you have to do to settle him down?” the nurse asked.
“I did what you told me to do and it worked. He needed someone to hug him and reassure him he was okay,” I explained.
“Good deal. See, I told you the closeness of a loved one makes all the difference sometimes with mental patients,” he replied.
“Listen, he really does think he’s dying. What would cause that?” I asked.
“Not sure, but I have a note in for the Dr. Wayne to see if it means anything. I get what you’re saying. He thought if he didn’t see you tonight, he’d never see you again. Are you guys really close friends?” he asked. I kind of frowned.
“Well, we weren’t, but his condition has brought us closer together. I’m still trying to figure it out, myself,” I replied.
“Well, to Dawson, he thinks you’re the most wonderful friend a guy could ever have and the only one that loved him as a friend on this earth. I hope the doctor can figure out what’s wrong and get it under control, Josh. He seems like a decent guy when he’s calm,” the nurse commented. I shook my head.
“Everyone that really knows him, thinks he’s an asshole. I have to admit, he’s been one most of the time I’ve known him. I don’t know though. Something’s going on. Maybe there’s something physiological that’s making him that way. He keeps complaining of a headache that won’t go away. That mean anything?” I asked. The male nurse thought for a moment, before answering.
“Sometimes, the pain of memory or painful thoughts makes them sense they have a headache, when there really isn’t one. Is it continuous or does it come and go?” he asked.
“He says he’s had it for a long time, but it’s worse at times than others. Not sure what that means,” I told him.
“I’ll make a note of that for Dr. Wayne. Maybe he might know or already has knowledge. In the list of meds, he has ibuprofen listed to give for pain, but we assumed that was mainly for his bruised ribs. I’ll ask the day shift nurse about it,” he told me.
I wanted the nurse to check in on him again before I left. The room was dark, but there was a nightlight on in his room. Dawson was sleeping soundly. I felt his wrist to make sure there was a pulse and had the nurse check also. “He’s not going to die tonight, if that’s what your worried about, Josh. Tell you what, I’ll hook him up to the monitor, just so we can monitor him from the nurses’ station so you can get a good night’s sleep and not have to worry about him.” I liked that idea. That comforted me some. I pulled up Dawson’s hand and kissed it. The nurse smiled. “You guys are really close.” He said smiling.
“Not really, but getting closer since his nervous breakdown. I don’t know, there’s something about this whole thing that’s crazy. I just hope we can find the real Dawson before it’s all over and maybe we can make him a better man. I guess we’ll have to wait and see,” I explained. The nurse smiled and patted me on the back, telling me it was no sin to care. I told him I knew that, but it felt good to hear it also.
I told them before I left, if there was any change in his condition to call me and I’d be right over. I just wanted him to make it through the night to reassure me he wasn’t in any eminent danger.
Back at the bar, we had a steady crowd, but nothing earthshattering for a Tuesday night. Tomorrow night would be big again with Ladies’ Night, plus we had a new headliner, Bone. That ought to go over big, I thought.
I told Jake what was bothering me about Dawson. “You’re really starting to care about him, aren’t you?” Jake asked me smiling.
“It’s just he’s so pathetic, in need of help, and I can’t seem to figure out how to help him. I really do feel for the guy, Jake. He truly believed he was going to die tonight and leave this world thinking no one loved him. It broke my heart,” I told him. I told him about making love to him, which shocked Jake somewhat, but when I told him how it all evolved, he told me I had been a wonderful friend, one of the reasons he loved me so much. I fell into his arms and cried, so worried about Dawson. Jake comforted me. We went and took a nice normal shower together, then fell asleep in each other’s arms.
As soon as I woke up on Wednesday morning, I called the hospital to check on Dawson. They said he was doing much better today, and eating breakfast at the moment. I was so relieved. I asked if he was complaining about a headache. They said he was, but he did that every morning. I asked them what they were giving him for it. They said ibuprofen, which seemed to help. I asked about his vitals. They said the evening nurse had him monitored all night and his vitals were excellent, completely normal other than a slightly elevated blood pressure. I was so relieved.
Wednesday morning classes went by fast. Ty was all excited about tonight, and told us he’d be there to serve. I asked if he was going for the thong tonight or freeballing it. He laughed and said he was kind of conservative in that respect. Although the thong didn’t make much of a difference in his appearance, it was one more layer between him and the world of horny women. We all had to laugh. Still, he was excited.
Buzz was there with Jordan for lunch. Jake and I joined them this time. Buzz said he had a boring planning committee meeting to attend tonight. He was on the city planning committee. He said he told them they should have their meetings during regular business hours, but most of them were in construction trades or had other businesses, some even university professors, so evening meetings worked best overall. They met once a month, sometimes more often if there was business to consider. Jordan told Buzz he might hang out with us tonight and help serve all the beautiful ladies. Buzz told him to have fun with that. Jordan never intended to help and we knew it.
Thad and I walked over to accounting class, intending to get there early so we could razz Ken. On our way over, I got a chance to ask him how it went with Cliff from the bank. “Great, Josh. He’s a decent guy. Despite all the hot sex we had yesterday evening, we did talk to each other and get to know one another some. I like him. Like I said, he’s a decent guy. He’s going to stop by again tomorrow night. He would have come tonight, but it’s Ladies’ night,” Thad reminded me. I just shook my head.
“Hey, he could come up the outside stairway and ring the door bell,” I reminded Thad. Thad laughed.
“Let’s not make this an every day event just yet. I’m not ready to move in with him or anything. We’re just starting to get to know one another and explore the possibilities of being compatible with one another. Don’t forget, I’m on the rebound, coming off of a bad relationship. It might take me awhile to get my emotions together,” he chided. I had to laugh.
“You sound like a soap opera,” I told him. He laughed.
“I’m good, Josh. I have to admit, the time spent with Cliff did wonders for my ego. I couldn’t seem to do anything wrong with him sexually. He seemed to like it all. Hell, I sure did. Cliff is one dynamo in bed. He’s much more passionate than Trent ever was. It was kind of refreshing, if you ask me,” Thad replied. I told him I was proud of him.
Ken got half scared seeing us enter his office. I leaned over and kissed him. Thad did the same. Ken liked that. We just sat there and shot the shit with the guy, bringing him up to date on our new dancer, Bone. Ken said he and James couldn’t wait to see this guy. I told them they could both meet him in the dressing room on Saturday night. That got the boy excited. Ken asked me how Dawson was. I gave him a thumbnail sketch on his condition and told him I was headed over to the hospital for another session with Dr. Wayne this afternoon. Ken wished me luck with that. I didn’t tell him about screwing Dawson the night before to calm him down. Some things just weren’t that important to tell.
Thad gave me a kiss goodbye, as he made his way back to the bar after class, and I made my way to the hospital. Cory told me he heard I had a wild experience last night. I wasn’t sure how much he knew, but I smiled.
“So how was it having to comfort the asshole last night like you did. The nurses told me about it this morning and said, whatever you did, sure worked and made him feel much better. I need you to make me feel better sometime,” Cory chided. I had to laugh at him.
“I didn’t do anything for him I wouldn’t have done for you, Cory,” I told him. Cory’s eyes lit up.
“Oh, man. We need to find and empty room and get it on,” Cory chided. I just shook my head. “Did you guys get intimate? Is that what you had to do to settle him down?” he asked.
“The nurse told me to crawl into bed with him and hold him in my arms. It worked like a charm and he completely calmed down. So I lost an hour of my own life last night to help a friend. It was worth it in the long run. I swear he really thought he was going to die last night, Cory. I really felt terrible for him,” I explained. That seemed to touch Cory some.
“Maybe he isn’t such and asshole after all. Damn, I’m so sorry to hear that, Josh. He seems to be fine today. He’s in a much happier mood today. I just assumed you fucked his ass to make him happy,” he told me. I just shook my head at him, telling him I’d see him later.
Dawson was sitting in a chair, all dressed and ready to go to therapy. His eyes lit up when I walked into the room. He held out his arms for me. I bent down and hugged him. He kissed me. “So I see you’re still here, D. I guess you cheated death last night. I’m glad to see that,” I told him.
“Oh, it’s coming, Josh. I’m ready for it now. Thank you for last night, Josh. You’re a true friend and you do love me,” he told me with tears in his eyes. He was getting me emotional with the tears.
“And what did I do to make you feel good?” I asked, wondering if he even remembered what happened.
“You loved me, Josh. You showed me you loved me,” was all he said. I left it at that. I told him, of course, I loved him. I picked him up and ran my arm under his shoulder, throwing his other arm over mine. We started walking out the door and down the hall. Cory smiled at us. Dawson blew him a kiss. Cory just shook his head.
Drew was waiting for us in Dr. Wayne’s office. Dawson lit up when he saw Drew. “You both came to tell me goodbye,” Dawson told him, with a smile on his face.
“Don’t’ think I wouldn’t like to for good. Where’re you going anyway?” Drew asked.
“To Heaven, I hope, but knowing me, it might be hell,” Dawson told him. Drew shook his head, not understanding what the hell Dawson was talking about. I told Drew, Dawson thought he was dying. That bugged Drew, but somehow he thought it was another one of Dawson’s weird stupid tricks to make Drew feel sorry for him. Drew wasn’t biting. Drew told him good luck in hell. I shook my head at Drew. Dr. Wayne didn’t say anything. He did ask Dawson why he thought he was dying. Dawson told him he saw visions of himself falling off into an abyss. He said he was about to fall one time when I pulled him back. He said he had me to thank for saving him that time. Dr. Wayne looked puzzled.
“Dawson, do you remember loving Drew?” Dr. Wayne asked. Dawson smiled.
“Of course I do. I loved him very much and I still love him. He was my best friend. Josh is now, but for years Drew and I were so close you couldn’t keep us apart,” Dawson replied.
“Did you and Drew have sex together?” Dr. Wayne asked. Drew looked like he didn’t like that question, but kept quiet.
“Damn, did we ever have some great sex together. I couldn’t hardly keep my cock out of his ass. Every time I saw him I wanted my cock up his ass. Doc, Drew has a real sweet ass. It’s blissful,” he assured all of us. “In fact, he’s the only guy I’ve ever fucked or ever wanted to fuck.” Drew was somewhat amazed to hear that.
“Didn’t you say you and Josh have had sex also?” Doc asked.
“Yes, but Josh fucks my ass. I fuck Drew’s ass. It’s all rather beautiful and sensuous the way it works out, Doc. You should jump in there somewhere and see how much you like it. I promise you, you’ll love it also. Josh makes my ass feel so wonderful and Drew makes my cock feel great. I love them both. What can I say?” Dawson explained.
“Would you consider this hot sex you’re having between Drew and Josh to be homosexual in nature?” Doc asked.
“What, like being faggots? Fuck no. Drew’s not a faggot and neither is Josh. We’re just loving friends. No one likes faggots, Doc. Get real,” Dawson shot back. We all looked at each other and shook our heads.
“Dawson, I admitted I’m a homosexual. You could consider me a faggot, although I despise the label. It’s a derogatory label, let’s face it. I wish you wouldn’t use it, because you and I both agreed we were homosexuals and we were going to tell our parents that we were, and that we loved each other, and wanted to be together for the rest of our lives. I did what we swore together we’d do, but you couldn’t bring yourself to admit it and come out like I did. This is what started the whole rift between us and made me want to hate you,” Drew told him. Dawson looked confused.
“Drew, why did you tell people you were a homo. We’re not homos. We just love each other differently than others do, that’s all. There’s nothing bad about the way we love each other. I don’t know why you had to go and demean yourself like that, when it’s simply not true,” Dawson told him. Drew looked like he was about to go into shock.
“Welcome to our world,” I told Drew. Drew just shook his head.
“Conference time, guys. Dawson, sit still, we’ll be right back,” Doc told him, as the three of us went out into the hallway. “Okay, so the delusion is still there. That part has been consistent, unfortunately. I’m going to briefly hypnotize him and see if he’s trying to put one over on us. I think he truly believes what he’s saying, even though it makes no sense at all. This will tell us if he believes what he’s telling us. I’m afraid if he does, we have a big problem on our hands. Let’s give it a shot and see if we can rule anything out,” Doc told us. “I’ll need you guys to wait out here. Don’t want to catch you in the hypnosis or distract Dawson from what he needs to tell me. There are some chairs down there in a little sitting room. It shouldn’t take more than ten minutes,” he told us.
Drew and I went to sit in the little sitting room down the hall. “What kind of hell has he been putting you through, Josh?” Drew asked me. I told him he wouldn’t believe. Then I told him all about Dawson’s true belief he was going to die soon. I told Drew it disturbed me to no end, because he was sure it would be soon. Drew hugged me, asking me what happened to the Dawson we knew. I told him he was gone, and as much as I disliked the guy, I hated he was gone. Drew agreed with me wholeheartedly.
Doc motioned for us to come back to his office. “We did our little experiment. The hypnosis worked fine. Dawson went under and did well. He’s more relaxed now, aren’t you?” Doc asked him.
“Hey it was cool, guys. You need to try it sometime. No telling what crazy things Doc put in my mind I might try if I hear key words,” Dawson teased. “I still have this fucking headache though.” I asked Doc if he learned anything.
“Dawson replied to the same questions the same way under hypnosis. He truly believes what his says. I’m going to confer with other psychiatrists as to a treatment for him. This is not going to be an easy road for any of us, I’m afraid,” he said sadly.
“OH, FUCK! IT HURTS SO BAD!” Dawson shouted, holding his head, scaring the hell out of all of us. He was down on the floor with both hands on his head writhing around, as if he was having a convulsion. Doc immediately called for emergency help. He asked him where it hurt. “My fucking head!” Dawson told him, still squirming around on the floor. “Hold my hand, Josh. I’m fucking dying now. This is it. Hold my hand,” he demanded. I got down on the floor and hugged him, scared he was really dying. Drew got down with us and hugged him also, tears streaming from his face.
“We love you, Dawson. We’re here with you. Drew and I both love you. That will never change. Hang in there. Help is on the way.”
Moments later, a doctor from the emergency room came up with two nurses and a gurney. We picked Dawson up off the floor and laid him out on the gurney. The emergency room doctor started an IV in him. Dawson was in a fetal position on the gurney still holding his head. The emergency room doctor gave him something for the pain, but didn’t want to do much until he figured out what was wrong. The pain did seem to subside as they hooked Dawson up to all kinds of monitoring machines.
“Let’s take him to neurology for a ct scan,” the emergency room doctor told the nurses. In seconds they wheeled him out , and made their way to the neurology department. Doc, Drew and I collapsed back into our chairs.
“Maybe Dawson’s problems aren’t mental. Maybe they are physical,” Doc said, thinking out loud.
“He’s been complaining about headaches for some time now, Doc. What physical problems would cause that?” I asked.
“Could be a brain tumor, possibly. I hate to say that, but in his case, it’d be better if it were than the alternative,” Doc said. He picked up the phone and told the neurology department to call him once they got the results of the ct scan. He told us to wait a few minutes, as this was an emergency so they’d have the results rather quickly. I realized that Drew and I were going to be late for swim practice, so I called Andy and told him to get started without us. They could do their drills in the pool and then hit the weight/exercise room and figure out what they were doing there. It wouldn’t hurt them. Then I called Coach and told him where we were, and we’d be there just as soon as we could. He said to keep him informed on Dawson’s condition.
Doc asked a lot of questions from Drew about Dawson growing up. Drew seemed to remember that Dawson did complain of headaches from time to time, even thought he may have had migraine headaches from time to time. Doc asked him if Dawson ever admitted to him he was gay. Drew said, Dawson never wanted to talk about being gay, but he loved gay sex with Drew and only Drew, as far as Drew knew, except for the one time with me, where Drew figured Dawson was curious as to what it was like to be a bottom. I neglected to tell anyone but Jake about the second time, which happened just last night. He told Doc we were both surprised Dawson wanted to go through with it. I told Doc that Dawson blackmailed me into doing it, threatening to cut out my closest friend we’d given a scholarship to for this year that had won state last year. Doc thought that was pretty horrible of him to do. I told Doc, I fucked Dawson out of spite that time. Doc said he could certainly understand why.
Not that the conversation wasn’t interesting, ragging on Dawson, but Doc got a call from Neurology. We heard Doc say, “that certainly sucks, but in a way it helps tremendously. When? That soon. Okay, I’ll tell his friends and have them get in touch with his family.”
“Okay, guys. Here’s the deal, bad in one way but great in another. Dawson has a brain tumor that’s affecting the part of the brain that has to do with gender preference for one and rational thought among other things. The tumor is rather large and fast growing, according to the neurologist that read the ct scan. He and the emergency room doctor both looked at it. He needs brain surgery and soon. They’ve stabilized him, and moved him to Intensive Care. They need to operate in the morning. Drew, can you get in touch with his family? Dawson okayed the surgery, but his parents really need to know what’s going on. You don’t have to tell them about the gay thing, just that he has a brain tumor and we need to remove it quickly before it kills him. Damn, he had a premonition about his own physical condition. This could have killed him. He wasn’t far from it. Luckily his symptoms became unbearable before it did. Damn, he dodged a bullet there,” Doc said scratching his head. I just about lost it. Then Doc chuckled to himself.
“You want to know a really weird thing, guys?” Doc asked a leading question. We were all eyes on him. “After the surgery, he may not be gay at all. Go figure.”
“How can that be?” Drew asked him sharply, not willing to accept that statement.
“He might have had the tumor most of his adolescent years, which would have contributed to his need for male to male sex. His rationally thinking mind said he didn’t like homosexuals. His sense of love though, loved Drew all those years, but he did date and tried to date, even bragged about sex with women, the normal macho male stuff, but he kept being driven to Drew. Notice he wasn’t driven to any other male, like a lot of us are. Let’s admit it, we’re all sexual predators in a sense,” Doc stated. I let that go. Hell, he was right. What gay guy only had sex and loved only one guy in his life. I couldn’t think of a one. I certainly was a poor example.
“You mean when he wakes up after surgery, he might not like gay sex at all?” I had to ask.
“Quite possible. I guess we’ll know soon enough,” Doc replied. “This may be one for the medical books.”
“Well fuck me running,” I said out loud, totally shocked. Doc and Drew laughed at me. “What the hell. I can’t imagine Dawson not being gay or despising gay people,” I said, thinking out loud.
“The tumor may have swayed his sexual preference, Josh. It’s very possible that was the cause. It may have caused him to desire male intimacy with say you and Drew, but his rational mind believing gay sex was bad. I still think he’ll care about you and Drew. There is a strong bond between all three of you. That tends to stay in place. I doubt if he’ll ever want to have sex with you again, if I’m right about what might happen. Still, I think he’ll love you as friends,” Doc explained.
“Will the rest of his personality change any?” Drew asked. Doc had to think about that one.
“Possibly,” he responded. “We’ll just have to see who Dawson is after the surgery. And again, he may still want to have sex with you guys. Who knows? One thing’s for sure. I’m glad we caught this when we did or we could have lost him. That was too close for comfort. I can get you guys into the IC for a few minutes, but he’s heavily sedated at this point. Surgery is scheduled for 10:00 tomorrow morning. Better get his family here just in case,” Doc suggested.
Doc took us up to ICU, where he ushered us into Dawson’s station. He had all kinds of things hooked up to him. “I pretty much fucked up our meeting, huh, guys?” Dawson said slowly, as if he was half asleep.
“The good news is you’re going to live, D. You’re not checking out on us that easy,” I chided, even though I was torn up inside. I was trying to keep his spirits up. “At least we know what was making you crazy now. Gotta get you well, and it should be soon now,” I added. Dawson smiled slowly.
“I’m so sleepy. They gave me something to make me sleep,” he said slowly. I told him we’d let him sleep, but be back tomorrow to check on him. He said that would be fine. He told both Drew and me he loved us. I bent over and kissed him on the lips. Drew kissed him also, and told him he loved him one more time.
We left with Doc. He shook our hands and told us to call him or stop by tomorrow when we came in and he’d get us into recovery, or back in ICU to see him if he was in any condition to visit. He said the hospital had our numbers and we could call in for updates anytime. I gave Doc a hug and thanked him for all his help. He said he wished he could have done more, but at least we found the problem. He said he liked the hug. I told him to stop by the CNB sometime and I’d give him more than a hug. He said he kind of liked that idea and maybe he and his partner might stop by sometime for a beer. I told him the beer was on me. He thought that was great.
Swim practice was almost over when we got to the natatorium. Drew and I both stopped into see Coach and tell him what was going on. Coach was almost blown away, especially when we told him there was a great possibility Dawson might not be gay after the surgery. That really blew him away. “Well, I guess I won’t be feeling that thick cock up my ass anymore,” Coach started to say, “not that I allowed that to happen anymore anyway,” he finished. Drew and I laughed. Coach said he hoped he was okay.
We got in a few minutes of practice, just enough for me to get wet. I showered with Andy, Ethan and Aiden, then we got dressed and headed to the bar. I filled Andy in on Dawson on our way back to the bar. Both Ethan and Andy were blown away. Ethan said he never understood the gay thing to begin with, but to have a tumor change someone’s behavior that drastic, blew his mind. Then he asked it if was possible to hypnotize him to be gay. I told him I highly doubted it, as I was always of the belief you could not hypnotize someone to do something against their will. He said he guessed he was safe then. Andy and I laughed.
I couldn’t wait to fill Thad and Jake in on Dawson’s current condition. They were both blown away. Jordan was also, when he dropped by to have dinner with us later on. We asked him if he didn’t want to stay for Ladies’ Night. He declined, saying he’d rather be tortured than have to put up with screaming women for several hours. He did have a point. This wasn’t my most favorite night at all either, but it was a very profitable one.
Sandy came by and said he was psyched and ready to find some new pussy tonight. He said Bone, Chuck and him were going to make a killing tonight. I had to think he had a point, with the kind of meat they had swinging between their legs. Jordan said he didn’t even want to think about it. All he was interested in was feeling Buzz’s cock in his ass this weekend. We had to agree with him. Devin came by and said he guessed he wasn’t getting any tonight either. I told him that depended on where he ended up. He smiled at me.
We cleared the place out of all the male customers at 7:30, getting ready for the growing crowd at 8:00. Ty showed up at 7:30. I had to accompany him to the dressing room. I told him he could change in our apartment if he wanted to avoid all the big dicked dancers. He said he was okay changing in there, as that was where the thongs were. He was right about that. Still, I kind of enjoyed looking at all that great meat getting ready to perform. Some of the guys had trouble putting on cock rings. I asked Ty if he wanted a cock ring. He didn’t seem to know what one was. I picked out a rubber one, from the many we had in a box, and told him to try it on. He wasn’t sure what to do. I had to do it for him getting him a little boned up as I did, trying to get one ball at a time through the ring, then up over his flaccid cock. He was somewhat embarrassed, then he said the thing was strangling his junk, so we had to take it off. It was more trouble getting off, once his penis filled up. That took a little manhandling and got him even more aroused. I was chuckling, so as not to embarrass him. He said that was an extremely unusual experience, but interesting. I told him one more thing he learned tonight that he could put in his master’s thesis. He told me he thought he might leave that part out where I manhandled his junk to install a cockring. I thought it would make interesting reading, myself.
We were just finishing up getting Ty dressed, as Bone was manhandling his junk and installing his cockring. Ty was blow away by Bone. He couldn’t believe the stress on the thong Bone was wearing, to hold in all Bone’s junk. First of all, he couldn’t believe the size of Bone’s junk. I reminded him that all men were not created equal. He said that was a major understatement. Stan and Gentry were oiling Bone up after oiling each other. They got a few handfuls of junk and ass while doing their job. It was enough to get my pecker excited somewhat. Ty commented about me getting hard. Now, I was embarrassed to a certain extent, but he was still hard as well. It was easy to tell with the thin nylon tight short shorts, he was wearing, even with a thong underneath. I had forgotten I had the same shorts on, only I was freeballing it. Ethan came in and hurriedly dressed. He was blown away by Bone also. I told him if only we were built like that. He said he couldn’t swim with that much drag. He did have a point.
Thad, Andy, Trevor and Dustin manned the doors to let the crazy females in at 8:00. They handed us $10.00 bills and we gave them one drink ticket. That was the easiest way to do it, we decided. All four of them had fists full of $10 bills by the time the crowd eased up. Thad took all the money into the office and bound it together, then stuck it into the deposit bags, Cliff had brought over the night before. He then put them in the safe. I was impressed. This was a great haul, and we just got started.
The music was playing and we were hustling to keep up with the drink orders. Poor Ethan was getting mobbed by cute college girls. They thought he was cute. He was damned cute, there was no doubt about it. He was enjoying all the attention. He even let one girl kiss him. She copped a feel of his junk when he did, making him jump, but then he grinned. I asked him if that felt good. He said, yes it did. I had to laugh with him. It was so much fun. I even got kissed and groped on my way to the office, at one point. There was a girl that whipped me around and flat planted a kiss right on me. I about shit myself. It was Sarah, Riley’s twin sister.
“What the hell?” I said, surprised.
“Josh, you are one hell of a beautiful hunk of man,” she said, trying to kiss me again, only I was resisting at this point. She had her hand down the front of my shorts on my bare junk, feeling me up good.
“Sarah, you’re molesting me,” I told her, pulling her hand out of my shorts.
“Isn’t that what this night’s all about? You parade your junk in front of all us horned up girls and we have a little fun. I want to have more than a little fun with you. It’s not fair for my brother to have you and not me. We share and share alike. We always have,” she told me, as she had me pinned up against the wall.
“I’m not your type, Sarah. I’m gay, for fuck’s sake. Find yourself a straight guy. Believe it or not, we have a few here performing tonight and they’ve all got the type of equipment you gals like. Trust me, I’ve seen some. I’ll just bet I could fix you up with one of them sometime if you’re nice,” I offered.
“I want you because my brother wants you. I dream about you. You make my pussy wet, Josh, every time I see you. My brother brags about having you take his virginity. I want you to take mine,” she almost screamed at me, because the place was so loud. Just then another couple of ladies pulled me away from Sarah, saying she had me long enough, it was their turn. I got kissed and fondled again. I finally broke away and made it to the office.
Once in the office, Thad laughed, noting I got some of the same treatment he got. I asked him if he liked it. He said it was kind of interesting. Their hands were softer on his junk,” he said smiling. I stuck my finger in my mouth as if to show I was gagging. Thad laughed.
“It’s almost dangerous out there. I need to get back to the bar. I may have to have a police escort. Speaking of which, did our friendly cops show up at the door?” I asked Thad.
“Yep, they are there and getting plenty of phone numbers and propositions. Eric got them started just before the women almost knocked the doors in. They’re good to go,” Thad assured me.
I made a quick run for it, once I left the office, and only got pinched on the ass a few times on the sprint I made to the bar. I hopped over the bar to get behind it. I was afraid to stop and open the drop door, for fear of molestation. I told Jake that Sarah damn near molested me. He couldn’t believe it. I told him how she wanted me to take her virginity if I took Riley’s. He said that was almost sick, but twins were weird that way. I nodded my agreement, just as some hot chic, leaned over and grabbed Jake by waistband of his shorts, almost giving everyone a free view of his junk. Jake jumped back and shook his index finger at her, as if to say, no, no.
“This is crazy, Josh. I’ve never seen women behave so badly. Can you believe it?” Ethan asked. I rolled my eyes and told him about my molestation case with Sarah. He couldn’t believe it. I told him there were some underlying reasons connected to that one. I also told him if he was looking for some girl to lay, she was interested in losing her virginity. He looked kind of shocked. I told him it was a long story, but if he was up for it, I might be able to arrange it. He thanked me, but said no thanks. He wanted his first to be someone he cared about, not just some random girl that wanted to lose her virginity. “If she wants to lose her virginity, it should be with someone she cares about. That should be considered something special in my mind,” he told me, amidst the loud noise of the bar. I had to agree.
“The only problem is she thinks I should be the special one to take hers, and that’s not going to happen,” I shared with him.
“What could she possibly have in common with a gay guy that she wants you to be her
first?” he asked, puzzled.
“Her twin brother,” I replied. I thought he was going to drop his beer he just drew. He gave me the strangest look.
“You had sex with her twin brother?” Ethan asked rather startled.
“Not yet, but he’s begging me to. He wants the experience he says, because it’s driving him crazy not knowing what it’s like. He needs it in the worst way to satisfy his curiosity about sex,” I hollered back at him as we both were going crazy drawing beer as fast as we could.
“Is he even gay?” Ethan asked.
“Affirmative. He’s a model also, and he has a hard time changing around other models. He thinks if he has sex, that will all be behind him and he’ll be confident about knowing what the other guys already know. He feels left out, I guess you could say,” I replied.
“I guess if he had to have a teacher, you’d be the best one he could have. If I was going to have an experience like that, I’d want you to be the one to show me the way,” Ethan replied. I blew him a kiss. “However, if I ever ask you for an experience like that, shoot me on site would you, because I’d have to be totally fucked up,” he added. I had to laugh.
“Ah, now you hurt my feelings,” I said sadly, but kidding, of course. He blew me a kiss.
The show was about to start and it couldn’t come fast enough. These ladies were all hot to trot, and the few men in the place, serving and bartending, were fresh meat to the lions without any barriers between us. It was getting dangerous to circulate through the lion’s den as hungry for sex as they were. Andy got the show started. The lights dimmed and Stan and Gentry started the show. A mass of screaming women, were pushing and shoving, trying to do whatever they could do to paw their way closer to the dancing duo. By the time they got down to their thongs, I thought the gals were going to tear the place down. The decibel levels in the place were crazy. You couldn’t hear yourself think. Stan and Gentry ended up in their thongs on the front part of the stage with their legs spread apart, giving the women clean access to their man parts. They were pawed like you wouldn’t believe, but got rich in the process. That lasted a short time until they had all they could take and headed back stage. This went on with every group of performers. Dollars flew. Finally, Bone came out and you’d have thought we were going to have to resuscitate half the crowd. It didn’t help he had a nice tuft of dark thick pubes sticking out of the top of his thong. There were women that bragged later they got a couple of strands of his pubes. I can imagine what that felt like to Bone, having his pubes ripped out by sex starved women. Still, he seemed to enjoy the attention. That bone of his got felt by a ton of women, making it noticeably larger before he was done.
The first show over, we were besieged by drink orders once again. Devin couldn’t believe the amount of drinks and beer we were going through. The ladies seemed to like a lot of wine, which required more work uncorking bottles. Still it was a good ring and sales were adding up fast. Devin told me he couldn’t believe all the propositions he got. He was a hell of a nice looking guy, with a killer smile no woman could resist.
Ty came in with some additional drink orders. “You hanging in there?” I asked.
“I’ve been molested I don’t know how many times. I thought one ole gal was going to rip my balls off, she had her hands all over my junk. Made some great tips though for the guys. There is definitely a difference between the guys on Saturday nights and the women tonight. These gals are crazy,” Ty said emphatically.
“Hang in there, buddy. I hope this research is worth it,” I told him. He smiled.
“This place is a goldmine of information that most marketing execs never bother to understand. I may have to write a book on this whole experience. Can’t wait to write all this down,” Ty exclaimed. At least I knew he was still happy with what he was getting out of this experience.
We just caught up with drinks as the second show began. The noise was almost unbearable. Panties, bras and phone numbers were thrown at the dancers along with dollars. Chuck and Sandy were besieged with requests for sex, as well as the others, however, they were the only ones that could benefit from it. Other than possibly Bone, the rest of the dancers weren’t interested, except for the tips they could receive for the teasing they did. I saw Bone grab a hot looking gal by the head and rub his junk in her face as he squatted at the front of the stage. She was so excited, I thought she was going to have a seizure.
“What do you call that?” Ty asked, not believing what he just saw.
“That’s what you call marketing sexual fantasies, Ty,” I replied. “Pretty effective, don’t you think?” I told him.
“Shit, unbelievable,” he replied, shaking his head. “These gals go apeshit over this stuff. Good grief, this is powerful, when you see if first hand,” Ty replied. I patted him on the back and told him I couldn’t wait to read his book. He laughed and shook his head at me, then told me I needed to help him write it. Then I laughed.
We finally kicked everyone out at midnight. Ty said he needed a beer, maybe several. We chilled for a few minutes, sucking down beer. I asked if he needed a shower with us. He said absolutely, as great as our shower was. I washed his back and his ass for him. He told me to be careful and not get too familiar, as my finger slipped between his ass cheeks, accidentally of course. But he was smiling. He warned me that he might start liking it. I was pretty sure he was kidding, but not totally sure. Ty seemed to be very comfortable around us naked, as if he was in a locker room with teammates. I was glad he could feel that way around Jake and me.
Ty left right after his shower, telling us how great an evening it was, and how much he learned, thanking us for the experience. Jake and I thanked him for the free help. I told him to come in for dinner sometime on us. He promised he would.
Before hitting the bed, I called over to the hospital to check on Dawson. They said he was sleeping well, but heavily sedated. His surgery was still scheduled for 10 am. I didn’t notice it, but I had received a text from Drew, earlier this evening in the midst of all the madness, saying he could not get hold of Dawson’s parents. Drew even called his parents to find out how he could get in touch with them. Drew’s parents were close friends of Dawson’s parents, so he figured they’d know how to contact them. According to Drew’s parents, Dawson’s folks were on a European river cruise and wouldn’t be back for another week. Drew said, at least we tried. He said his mom and dad would try to reach them somehow to let them know what was going on with Dawson. I felt bad, thinking it would be horrible if Dawson had complications in surgery and didn’t make it. Jake told me I had done all I could do at this point. He hugged me tightly and spooned my naked body, telling me to get some sleep.
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