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Chapter 292 – Jordan’s Big Surprise and Dawson’s Surgical Outcome
I was somewhat anxious, as I woke up with a boner in Jake’s arms. His boner felt great up against my ass, but my mind was occupied with Dawson’s brain surgery. Luckily, if I hurried after my first class, I could make it to the hospital before he went into surgery. I wanted to see him before he went under, just in case there were complications. He did need to know we all loved him, even though we hadn’t always felt that way at times, most times. I texted Drew and told him to meet me there if he could. He said he could.
Macro-economics class couldn’t end fast enough. I sprinted over to the hospital at the end of class getting there a little after 9:00. I met Drew and Stu as I got there. Stu wished us good luck, but didn’t see the point in Drew going, although he supported Drew, looking at their relationship a little differently due to the circumstances with Dawson. While Stu waited for us in the waiting room as Drew and I went to ICU, Drew told me Stu was concerned if Dawson healed, he might lose Drew back to Dawson. I had to chuckle, as did Drew. The likelihood of that was almost ridiculous. If Dr. Wayne’s suspicion was right, chances were Dawson wouldn’t have anything to do with either one of us, at least for sex anyway. I told Drew he could assure Stu, their relationship was solid when it came to Dawson. Drew said he was positive it was anyway.
Dr. Wayne was there to meet us and escorted us into the ICU, since Dawson didn’t have any immediate family there for him. Dawson was alert, and smiled when he saw us.
“Don’t you guys be fooling around on me when they pop my head open. I’m planning on coming back, you know,” Dawson said, joking around a little, although he seemed heavily sedated. We laughed for his benefit.
“Don’t be giving those surgeons a hard time, now, Dawson. Just behave yourself in there,” I warned. He smiled. “The only thing that’s as hard as your head is your cock when we get you excited,” I chided.
“Gawd, that’s for sure. Both of you. Make sure you remember that when I get out of here,” he replied. Doc shook his head.
“Hey, Doc, any chance of improving his disposition and personality while the doctors are in his head?” Drew asked. Doc laughed.
“Not sure that can happen, but we’ll give it a shot anyway,” Doc teased.
“I am coming back, right guys? This is not the final goodbye, is it?” Dawson asked serious as a heart attack at the moment. I felt sorry for him. For once I saw fear in his eyes.
“Of course you are. You’ll have a strange haircut for a few weeks, but we’ll just make fun of you,” I said teasingly. He gave us a half smile. “I told you before, I won’t let you die, so you have nothing to worry about except for healing, starting later today. Just think, your headaches are going to be gone for good,” I said reassuringly. He smiled.
“I’m looking at two of them right now, and I have a feeling you’ll still be here when I get back,” Dawson chided. I was glad he was teasing again.
Drew told him he tried to get hold of his parents, but they were on a river cruise in Europe. Dawson seemed to remember something about the cruise, but said, it was probably better they weren’t here. His mother would be a mess, and he wouldn’t be able to kiss us before he went into surgery. Drew and I both smiled.
Two male surgical nurses showed up to take him to surgery. They unlocked the wheels on his bed and started to move him. “Wait, he shouted. I have to kiss two of the most beautiful guys in the world goodbye,” he said urgently. They stopped. Dawson motioned for us to come to him. He pulled Drew’s head to him, and kissed him tenderly on the lips. “I love you, Drew. I always did and I always will,” Dawson said. Then he pulled me in for a kiss. “Josh, my rock. You’ve been with me through all this hell. I love you so much. Thanks for loving me back, when I thought no one else did,” he said.
“We love you, Dawson. You’re going to do just fine through this. I prayed for you last night and God assured me he didn’t want any part of you up there with him just yet, so he was going to punish us with you for a long time,” I told him. Dawson shook his head at us both. “Love you, buddy,” Drew and I said as they hauled him off to surgery.
Doc put his arms around both of us. “He’ll be fine, guys. He has one of the best neurological surgeons in the state. He’ll be just fine. Now afterwards, I’m not sure what he’ll be like. That is yet to be determined, but we’ll soon know, maybe,” he told us. Doc walked us to the elevators and told us he’d be in touch. We could call the numbers we had and find out his status at any time. We thanked him again, giving him a quick hug.
Drew had tears in his eyes, which caused them in mine. We stood hugging each other in the elevator sobbing. Stu thought we were both crazy. We told him we probably were, but couldn’t help it at the moment.
I had my emotional moments walking back to the bar. Did I do enough for Dawson? Could I have done more? Did Dawson really feel that Drew and I did love him? What if there were complications during surgery and he didn’t make it? What if he was a vegetable after surgery because of his brain operation? Would he ever be the same? Crazy thoughts raced through my head. I needed a diversion. I had to walk past the Arena and decided to drop in on Tuck and see if he could cheer me up.
“Hey, Coach, how’s it hanging?” I asked, as I caught him in his office on his computer. His face lit up, and he jumped up to hug me and whirl me around.
“Damn, Josh. So good to see you. It was hanging, but now that you’re here, Hector’s standing straight out, or soon will be,” he said smiling. “What brings you to basketball world? You slumming or something?” he asked.
I told him I just left Dawson as he was going into surgery. I was a little bummed out and wanted to see a loving face. He picked me up again and hugged me tightly, even gave me a kiss on the cheek.
“I’m here for you, buddy. You know how much I love you. All your friends love you and are here for you. Always, Josh,” he told me as he hugged me. I told him that meant everything to me. “Want to talk about it?” he asked. He plopped me down into a chair beside him. I told him what all Dawson had been going through. Tuck was blown away by all that had happened to the guy. He knew I didn’t care for him last year and thought he was an asshole, but couldn’t believe his asshole personality and the way he treated Drew was the possible result of a brain tumor. He didn’t wish that on anyone. When I told Tuck, Dawson might not have gay tendencies after the tumor was removed, he was even more blown away. “No fucking way,” he replied after my explanation. “Damn, one little part of the brain can make you suck dick and take a dick up the ass, as compared to shoving it in a pussy. I’ll be damned,” he remarked. I told him his explanation was an oversimplification, but he was mostly right. Tuck just shook his head.
“Hey, been meaning to talk to you about James’ program. He’s ready to start anytime you are. Just wanted to you to know. We finished all the analysis for the swim team, but he can start on the basketball team,” I reminded him.
“Good deal. I’ll get in touch with him and get his ass over here and get started with my guys,” Tuck assured me. “That damned thing worked great for you last year. I can only hope it will give us some miracles for this year. Now, if I can just keep the twins under control this year. You know how well we communicate. May have to have you interpret for me again this year. Those little conferences you had with them in the locker room seemed to work well. Might have you do those again,” Tuck remarked. I had to smile, remembering what those were all about, but how I enjoyed sucking those big cocks and draining their boy milk.
“How’s my buddy Chase doing these days?” I asked.
“Great, Josh. Best thing you ever did was to force me to keep the boy. Damn, I swear he can steal the ball from the twins even. The fucker is really fast and feisty. Gotta love our new secret weapon. Yeh, that was a great call,” he said proudly. I smiled. He pulled me in and hugged me. “I know, you told me he would be and you were right. Gawd, what would I do without you, Josh? I just have to love you for the rest of my life. You and your massages. Speaking of which, we need to schedule one soon. I’m a little backed up,” he said smiling. I shook my head smiling. I told him I’d come back soon and we could work one in. He flipped Hector out of his shorts leg and shook him at me, making Hector talk to me, saying he missed me in the worst way.
“Okay, that’s just too weird, listening to a talking dick, Tuck. But then, you always were one for being crazy,” I chided.
“Me? I don’t’ think it was me that forced Hector up one sweet loving asshole one night long ago. Now that was crazy, but it was pure Heaven also, and an act of pure love. Wow, still gives me chills to think how much we showed each other our love for one another that night. I still cherish that moment, Josh. I will never forget it. Not in any hurry to repeat it, but glad we got to share that together,” Tuck said, then pulled me in and kissed me on the forehead. “Love you, little brother,” he said as he kissed me. I told him I loved him more, which started a whole other banter.
“How’s Millie?” I asked. “She’s a sweetheart. Don’t fuck that one up, or I’ll never suck Hector again,” I warned. Tuck laughed.
“You’re the only one that can please him that way anyway, Josh. Oh, Hector loves Millie’s pussy, but he shies away from her infrequent blow jobs. He just thinks about yours and shakes his head at Millie’s,” he chided. I had to laugh.
“You are so warped, Tuck. I guess that’s why I love you so much, big brother,” I replied. We both laughed. Someone came and told him he had a meeting. He said he almost forgot it. He apologized for having to leave, but said he and Millie would love to come to the CNB for dinner sometime with Jake and me. I told him the place was his anytime. He got up and hugged me, then had to take off.
Feeling much better talking to Tuck, and being reassured that Hector still loved me and my blow jobs, I headed back to the CNB in time for lunch. True to form, Buzz and Jordan came in together for lunch, seemingly having a great time together as they did, laughing and carrying on. I gave them both hugs, as they headed for their favorite table.
“Josh, I need to see you on a couple of corporate matters in the office real quick,” he said, as Jake and I sat down with the two of them at their table for lunch. “This will only take a couple of minutes guys and we’ll be back,” Jordan said, as we hustled off to the office quickly. Thad wasn’t there at the time, which worked out for what he was about to tell me.
“What’s up, Jord? You and Buzz finally do the deed?” I asked. Jordan got real serious.
“I got a situation I don’t know how to handle, Josh. I need your help. I need some advice,” he said seriously. I quickly got concerned and told him to spill. “Noah called me last night and said he needed some advice on structuring his corporation, his little bistro place you’ve been to. He wants to expand somewhat and is going in for some financing. He wanted to know if he could come over and talk to me about it. I told him sure, come on over and I’d see if I could help him. He came over and we talked for a bit on the structure. I gave him a couple of ideas as to how to handle what he needed. I asked him if he wanted some wine. He said he’d love some. We got to drinking some wine and started laughing, letting our hair down some. I was pouring more wine in the kitchen, there by the table, and he hugged me from behind, and kissed the back of my neck. I smiled and asked him what he was doing, rather playfully. He kissed me on the lips when I turned around. I don’t mean a little kiss, I mean he had his tongue halfway down my throat,” he said getting excited telling me this.
“What the hell?” I said, rather surprised Noah was that bold. Hell, I didn’t think the boy had it in him. “What did you do?” I asked curiously.
“Shit, Josh, it was so sudden, but Heavenly all at the same time. He has a really nice cock and a really nice body,” Jordan proceeded to tell me.
“You guys had sex?” I asked shocked.
“Several times, Josh. Hell, we ripped our shorts off, made out for the longest time, sucked cocks, and before we knew what was happening, that nice beautiful cock of his was up my ass and I was riding it like there was no tomorrow. We fucked on the couch, on the floor, standing up in the kitchen, with me bent over the counter, with me on the counter, then in bed. Hell, I didn’t think I was going to get to work on time this morning. I finally had to kick him out so I could go to work. He even dressed me this morning. He picked out my red bikini briefs for me to wear. Thought you might like to know,” Jordan bragged.
“Not the red ones?” I asked alarmed. “Those were always for me. How dare he?” I said, somewhat pissed. Jordan looked embarrassed.
“You’re not mad are you?” he asked. I laughed.
“Hell, Jord, I’m happy for you. But what does this do for you and Buzz? I thought you were falling in love with Buzz.” Jordan hung his head.
“I was, I mean I am. Fuck, I don’t know what to think now. This was all of a sudden. I never saw this coming. What am I going to do?” Jordan asked, looking for help. Hell, I was too shocked to think about what advice to give him.
“What does your heart say?” I asked.
“Well, my heart still loves Buzz, but my dick and ass sure had a great time last night with Noah. Hell, you’d have thought you and Jake were there fucking me all night long, as much as we went at it last night. I just hope I’m in shape for Buzz this weekend, as much as my ass got worked over last night. Noah’s a damned good top, Josh. Did I mention that?” he asked.
“Several times, I think, Jord. Nice cock too, I think you said. What kind of balls does he have?” I had to ask, trying to buy some time to process all of this.
“Oh, they’re smaller than yours, and mine, of course. They don’t hang low like mine. When his 7” cock is hard, they’re kind of tight up against the base of his cock, kind of sexy really, kind of like yours, not mine. My boys hang down there and just swing around like crazy. You should have seen them swinging last night,” he had to tell me. I could only imagine. “Forget that right now. What am I supposed to do? I need your help. You have to help me here,” he pleaded.
“Did you detect any indication of deep feelings or was it all just passionate sex?” I asked, curiously.
“Mostly just uninhibited all out sex. But it was damned good sex, Josh. Damn, it was so gooooooooodddd!” he said excitedly.
“I get that. Glad for you, buddy. Let’s see, you have one that loves you and wants to build you a house, but you don’t know what he’s like in bed, and chances are you’re going to have to train him how to satisfy you, which means that might take some time to get him up to Noah’s speed, if ever,” I said, thinking. “On the other hand, you have a wild stallion fucking the bejeebers out of you right out of the starting block, which eventually could lead to love, if you could ever stop having sex long enough to express any loving feelings for one another. I don’t know, Jordan. I think if it were me, I’d keep them both and see if one outshines the other over time. Chances are they can’t know about one another or the gig is up, and you’ll have to choose at that point, if they both don’t blow you off for deceiving them. Feelings can get hurt.”
“Maybe I should just chalk up what happened last night to a one-time crazy thing, and not repeat it. For one thing, I’m down here most nights with you guys and Buzz, except for Ladies’ Night, which is Wednesdays, and that just happens to be the day Noah has off and has more time to relax and, well, I guess has the energy to do what he did last night. I’m so confused. Buzz comes in this morning all happy and gives me a good morning kiss and brings sweet rolls. We sit and have coffee together. I’m half listening to him and what he discussed at his meeting last night, and thinking about Noah’s cock tearing up my ass last night, making me cum so hard. Fuck, Josh, I came so hard last night, like I do with you and Jake. I can’t tell you how wonderful that makes me feel,” he said excitedly.
“Ah, I’m not sure what to tell you, Jord. You may have to work this one out yourself. Do you and Buzz have any other nights you don’t see each other, other than the night he has planning meetings?” I asked.
“Yeh, well, we go to separate apartments after we leave here in the evenings. I guess I could work Noah in later in the evenings. He doesn’t seem to mind. Hey, let’s not forget the fact, I don’t know if he does this with anyone else either. I don’t know all that much about him, when you think about it,” Jordan commented.
“You’re right, Jord. We don’t. Want me to have Conner check him out?” I offered.
“Would that be creepy to do something like that?” Jordan asked, not so sure that was a nice thing to do.
“Hey, you’re an important board member and managing partner of a multi-multi million dollar company. We can’t have you romping around with a dick up your ass that might not be the dick it’s supposed to be. What if he intends to infiltrate the company or something? We really don’t know him, when you think about it,” I reminded him. He gave me a funny look.
“I don’t see that as being a problem, but being professional, I haven’t done my due diligence so maybe you better have him checked out, but for God’s sake, be discreet, would you please, and don’t let Noah find out we did this. I’d die if that dick of his wasn’t the genuine article,” Jordan said sadly. I hugged him, then kissed him passionately. “Don’t get me started again. You’re kisses are still better than any others I’ve ever had. I have a weakness for your kisses. I’m developing a weakness for Noah’s cock also, although I shouldn’t, but I can’t help it. He has such wonderful cock, Josh. Just wonderful. Fuck, it’s hot,” Jordan marveled.
I told him we needed to get back to lover boy #1 for the moment. He laughed at that, but said we must. Now my head was really spinning, trying to process all this. Another part of me wanted to see Noah naked, and see what the big deal Jordan was so excited about.
We had a great lunch with the two. Jordan was his normal self at lunch, although we’d catch him in thought. I knew where his thoughts were. He was thinking about the hot sex he had last night.
“Damn, you must have given Jordan some heavy stuff to work on, Josh. His legal mind is hard at work on something. Hope this works out to your liking,” Buzz chided. I nodded I hoped it did also. Jake was clueless.
As soon as the two went back to work, I filled Jake in on Jordan. It literally blew Jake’s mind. He could not believe it. I told him it was too crazy to make up, so it had to be true. Jake just kept shaking his head in disbelief, continually asking what Jordan should do. “Why am I the one with all the answers. Sometimes guys have to figure stuff out, like this, on their own. I didn’t start that affair. It seems the two didn’t have any trouble getting started on their own, after you and I worked so hard on Buzz and Jordan’s relationship. Nope, never did I talk to Noah about Jordan and his interest. In fact, I didn’t think Jordan had much interest at all after he and Buzz got closer. Shit who goes out and offers to build someone a home to live together before they even fuck? What kind of craziness is that? As my Gramps used to say, ‘Not my monkeys, not my circus’,” I told Jake.
“These are kind of our monkeys, Josh. At least Jordan is, and Buzz is becoming one. Noah belongs to another circus at the moment, but he seems to want to breed in ours. We need to make sure none of the monkeys get hurt,” Jake reminded me. That was true. I had to laugh, though.
I checked with the hospital before going to American Lit class. The update said Dawson was just coming out of surgery and would be in recovery for an hour or so, then back to ICU. They said he wouldn’t be conscious for a couple of hours. They told me the surgery was a success, and the biopsy they did on the tumor proved it to be benign. I was so relieved. The surgeon said we could expect a full recovery. I broke down in tears and hugged Thad, who was standing beside me at the time. Thad wasn’t sure what the tears and hugs were for, but he liked them anyway. I had to explain later. He said he was grateful he could be there for me. That got him another hug.
We ran into Riley and Sarah at American Lit. Sarah was all smiles. “How’s your head today after the one you tied on last night?” I had to ask.
“Where did you get drunk last night, Sis?” Riley asked her.
“I went to Ladies’ Only Night last night at Josh’s place and had a great time, didn’t we, Josh?”
“You did. It wasn’t that pleasant for me, if I recall,” I replied. Riley got a puzzled look on his face. “Your sister tried to molest me, Riley. You need to keep her under control better,” I suggested. Riley gave Sarah a dirty look.
“You leave Josh alone, Sarah. You promised me, you wouldn’t bother him. You need to leave him alone,” Riley warned. Sarah sniffed her hand, making the statement she might not wash her hand ever again. Then she took off, blowing me a kiss on the way.
“Your sister pinned me up against a wall last night, kissed me, then stuck her hand down my shorts. I happened to be going commando as a bartender on Ladies’ Night. She got a handful of my bare cock and balls, Riley. She’s been there before you got a chance of all things,” I informed him. Jake wasn’t standing there at the time, not really liking Riley all that much.
“I am so sorry, Josh. I didn’t mean for any of that to happen. I am so sorry. Damned slut,” he said. “She keeps bugging me about you taking her virginity because you’re taking mine. She just doesn’t understand,” he said remorsefully.
“Well, maybe if it’s that important for twins to have the same person take both, you need to find someone else to take yours, Riley. I’m not kidding. That is not going to happen with me. That’s for damned sure,” I warned.
“Josh, no, Josh. Please, it has to be you. You’re the only one in this world that can do this for me. As far as this ritual is concerned, she’s on her own and needs to find a straight boy to take care of her virginity. I’ve told her over and over we can’t share lovers. She has to find her own,” Riley pleaded.
“Oh, so now we’re lovers? I thought I was just helping you out with your need to help understand gay sex and not wonder about it and fear it around your other models. We’re not lovers by any means, Riley. That wasn’t the deal. This, in all reality, might just be a one-time thing to get you over the hump. Let’s not be telling others we’re lovers, or I damned sure won’t help you with your problem. Is that understood?” I asked him. He seemed extremely disappointed, but said he didn’t mean for it to come out that way, and he totally understood. He did say he hoped it wouldn’t just be a one-time thing, as he truly idolized me and wanted to maintain a strong friendship. I wasn’t bending at the moment.
“I’ll make her understand, Josh. I have to make her understand. She’s being totally unreasonable,” Riley said emphatically.
“Does she know when you and I are doing this thing?” I asked. “Tell me she’s not going to pop in and join in the fun,” I urged.
“No, she has no idea when. She knows we haven’t done it yet. She has to go home this weekend. I have to say, she’s suspicious it might happen this weekend some time, as I usually always go home with her, but told her I needed to stay here this weekend to study, because of the photo shoot we had coming up next week, and the time I had to spend modeling for that,” he told me.
“I hope you’re right. I am not participating in some sick incestual ritual where both twins lose their virginity to the same guy. Not my scene. I’m going way out of my way to help you in the first place,” I reminded him. He looked at me lovingly.
“You are, Josh, and I can’t thank you enough for it. You’ve helped my career tremendously already, and I am grateful for that. If you can just get me over this hump, I can do more modeling comfortably, make more money by getting more jobs and even possibly become one of the agency’s top models. Who knows, I might even become famous,” he said getting excited thinking about it.
“If you desire to become famous, Riley, don’t do full frontal nude modeling. The kind of tease modeling you and I are going to do together is great, and it really gets attention. You have to always leave them wanting more. If you flop your cock out there for thousands of pictures, you might as well do porn, and that’s not what gets you big bucks modeling. Just be a tease to your fans, don’t give them everything. That’s what we do here at the CNB. No one sees the Full Monty. Well, just us guys that work there, but none of the fans. You’ll do fine, I have to believe, because you were so shy up to this point. I can’t believe you finally agreed to do what we’re doing next week. You’re right, though. Our little experiment should get your stage freight calmed down. I’m okay with that, I just don’t want any sibling rivalry rearing its ugly head,” I told him.
“I’ll handle Sarah. Trust me on that one,” Riley said, then gave me a quick bro hug.
I rejoined Jake just before class started. “Did you get Mr. Prim and Propper all straightened out?” Jake asked.
“Not yet, but come Friday he will be. I just wanted to make sure there was no sibling interference,” I replied. Jake agreed.
I left Jake after class and headed to the hospital to check on Dawson. He was back in the ICU again, but supposedly alert. The nurse at his station was more than happy to see me. “Our guy is doing great so far,” she told me. That was music to my ears. “You can see him if you like. Just don’t get him excited about anything. He’s still pretty doped up and out of it, but he’s getting better. All his vitals are good. We tested all his mobility. His speech is a little slurred, but that has to do with the amount of meds he’s on right now. That will improve in time. The doctor believes he’ll have a full recovery, and be just as good as new here in the next couple of days. You need to know he’ll be with us for a while. We have to let the top of his head heal well enough to let him out of here,” she told me. Everything I heard was music to my ears.
Dawson smiled when I walked into his little cubicle. He was still hooked up to a lot of wires for monitors. He looked a little creepy, his entire head bandaged except for his face. I grabbed his hand. “Hey, buddy. You’re doing great. That bad old tumor is gone for good. Hopefully your headache’s gone with it also,” I told him, as I held his hand. He squeezed my hand a little.
“I can’t feel anything right now as much meds as they have me on. I feel comfortable though. They gave me Ginger Ale and told me I could have some food later on maybe. If I do well the rest of today and tonight, they’ll put me in a regular room tomorrow. I don’t have to go back to the Psych ward anymore either,” Dawson told me slowly. I could tell he was still groggy. I smiled at him and told him that was great news.
“Do you want me to leave you alone and let you sleep it off?” I asked. He smiled.
“I don’t think I can stay awake. I feel like I need to sleep, Josh. I’m sorry,” he apologized.
“Don’t be sorry. You just had major brain surgery. Do what you feel you need to do. I’ll be back to check on you later. I just wanted you to know I’m here for you. Drew may come by later, we’ll see,” I told him. He smiled. I bent over and kissed him on the lips. Then he gave me a strange stare.
“Dude, you kissed me on the lips. Seriously?”
“Yes, I have been. And your point is?” I asked, getting a little concerned maybe Dr. Wayne was right.
“Dudes don’t kiss dudes on the lips, Josh. It’s not manly,” he said somewhat seriously.
“Is that so? Well, you’ve been kissing me on the lips for sometime now. So, what changed?” I asked.
“I’ve been kissing dudes on the lips?” he asked. “How pathetic is that? Damn, I might need therapy if I’ve been doing shit like that,” Dawson remarked. I squeezed his hand.
“No biggie. Don’t concern yourself with any of that right now. Just get some rest and heal. We can talk about other things later when you’re not so drugged up,” I assured him. He gave me a half smile. I wanted to kiss him again, but decided against it and just squeezed his hand. I told him I’d catch him later. I ran over to the Psych ward and told Dr. Wayne what had happened. Doc smiled.
“Thought that might be the case. Still, he’s under a lot of medication right now. We’ll see what he’s like when we wean him off all the meds. This is going to be interesting. I’m still on his care list. There are a lot of things we have to cover to make sure he’s firing on all cylinders before we let him out of here. We’ll dive deeper into his inner feelings in the next few days. Right now, we have to let his body heal,” Doc told me. He thanked me for coming by and told me he’d see Dawson later today sometime after he got some rest.
Before leaving the hospital, I decided to stop by the Psych ward to fill Cory in on Dawson. He couldn’t believe he might not be gay now. “Dude, you have to keep me informed. This is too far out there. I can’t imagine Dawson changing like that,” Cory told me. “That would be awful. I’d make them put me back the way I was, without the tumor, of course.” I had to laugh. Cory gave me a bro hug before I left, telling me not to be a stranger. I told him to drop by the bar sometime. He assured me he definitely would.
Back at the bar, I had a few minutes before swim practice and did some office work. Thad showed me some of the invoices from the construction project that had already come through. He said he was told to pay them by Chad. I called Chad to make sure. He gave me an update on the site preparation for the dormitory. He said they were going to start excavating the building footprint in the next week and digging footers and column supports. Chad told me one of the excavation guys was pretty hot and we should stop by and check him out. I had to laugh, as if we had time for that.
Greer called to tell me that he was getting information on equipment being shipped to the ranch in preparation for the cattle expansion project. He wanted to know if that was okay. I assured him it was, but that Will would be here this weekend to make sure all was set up systematically for the new program, and what was being shipped was the right equipment. Greer said he’d e-mail the shipping manifests. I asked him if he heard anything more from Stoney. He said he had not, but he had his PI ping Stoney’s phone again, and it was still in Key West. Greer said, apparently, he was still there. Greer wanted to know if maybe we should go down there and find him. I told him absolutely not. Stoney was entitled to his privacy. I told Greer, Stoney was still replying to e-mails in a way, I knew it had to be him so there was no reason to be concerned.
“I’m getting so frustrated, Josh. He doesn’t call. He hardly e-mails. I miss him so much. Forget sex, as that’s not happening. You can only jerk off so many times and you get tired of that,” Greer confessed. I had to chuckle.
“You’ve got Sven there to satisfy that need, Greer. Even though he’s not Mr. Passionate, he’s got a hell of a nice dick and a killer body. He should be good to take the edge off anyway,” I suggested.
“Yeh, well, that killer body doesn’t have much of a personality. I want a warm naked body in my bed to hold me, make love to me, and wakes up next to me with a morning boner ready to go at it again. That’s what I miss, Josh. Stoney’s and my sex life hasn’t always been the greatest, especially during the time he was sick, but at least we had each other to talk to and snuggle up to. I miss that more than anything,” Greer shared. I had to agree with him. If I didn’t have Jake in my bed every night, I’d probably feel the same way. I assured Greer that Stoney still loved him and there had to be a big reason why he wasn’t there with him. I was in hopes we’d soon find out what that was.
I noticed I had an e-mail from Tom, telling me to give him a call when I got a chance. He had information on the adjoining hangar and a possible lead on a used Citation jet at a greatly reduced price with low hours. Apparently, a company had purchased one from Cessna, loved it, but used it very few hours. The company was being acquired by another company, but as a requirement of the acquisition, they had to sell the Citation before the deal could go through. They were in a hurry to get it sold so they could be acquired by the new company. Tom said this was a great deal if we were ready to move on it.
I gave Tom a call and discussed it with him. As far as the hangar was concerned, we’d take over the adjoining hangar. The offices in the hangers shared adjoining walls, so all we’d have to do to join them together was to add a passage way thorough the common shared wall, and we could combine them. That was an easy fix.
“So, what about the Citation?” I asked Tom.
“Josh, it’s a Citation Latitude, which is their newest and greatest, their most fuel-efficient model yet. I gotta tell you, this baby is tricked out to the hilt. It has the best of everything. They have less than 200 hours on it at this point. For all practical purposes, it’s brand new. It’s located in the Kansas City area. James and I would like to take the 310 out there this weekend, where we have a window of down time and check it out, if that’s okay with you,” Tom suggested. I told him that sounded great. “I’ll let you know what I think, once I look at the maintenance logs and see what kind of condition it’s in. The pictures look great, but we all know how you can photoshop pictures. There isn’t any damage history noted, but it’s always good to look at the maintenance logs to make sure it was maintained to factory specs.”
“Check it out and give us your recommendations, Tom. You’re doing great so far, I want you to know. Looks like our revenue has picked up since you and James took over. If you get this new jet, do you have a crew that we can expand with?” I asked.
“Got couple of guys that we’re looking at. Of course, they’re just looking to build hours to get into the airlines eventually, but we’ll take them and abuse them to help them get there. They’re hungry for hours, and would love to build them in a Citation, so we can help them get there and keep them in the air constantly, which would give James and me more time to sell time shares, and fly. I think it can work well together,” Tom assured me.
“Sounds, good, buddy. Run out and see the new Citation and give me a report once you have a chance to analyze it. I’m sure Stoney would like to move on it, if it’s a good deal,” I assured him.
“When do you and Jake need to come to the City?” Tom asked. “We kind of miss you guys.”
“Not sure, but I have a new guy that’s going to be managing the ranch. He’s getting started very soon and it would be good for you to meet him also. He’s on our team, by the way, and is extremely good on the eyes and feels great on the dick. You guys need to get to know him,” I explained. Tom laughed.
“Glad to know you’re recruiting the right players,” Tom remarked. I assured him we all were. I told Tom to tell James we missed him also. He said when they got everything together, they’d fly over some night in the 310 and lay it all out for Jake and me. I asked him what he meant by ‘lay it all out’. He told me they would literally lay it all out for us. I took that to mean a hot time in our bedroom that night. He assured me that’s exactly when he meant.
Andy, OBB and Allen came and got me, telling me it was time to hike over to the natatorium for swim practice. I grabbed my bag, kissed Thad goodbye, much to his content, then headed out with the guys.
Ethan met us there in the locker room. We got naked and changed into our trunks. Drew came by and asked me if I heard anything about Dawson. “He made it through surgery just fine, Drew. He’s still hyped up on meds and will be for a day or so. His vitals are good. He’s listed in good condition. There doesn’t appear to be any complications. He talked to me when they brought him back to the ICU. We can go over after swim practice and see if he’s lucid enough to talk,” I told him.
“Do you really need me for that?” Drew asked. “You know he’s not my friend anymore,” he reminded me. I frowned at him.
“Drew, you have to care about him. It probably wasn’t him that treated you like he did. I kind of believe it was because of the tumor. Doc said he may have had it since puberty. Who knows? Maybe he’ll be a loving friend that really cares about you emotionally, just not sexually,” I suggested.
“You know, I could handle him as just a friend, but not a sexual predator. The days of sex or even mentioning it around Dawson are so over, Josh. Stu thinks we’re crazy for even visiting him in the hospital. I just get mad every time I get near him,” Drew replied.
“Drew, if I remember right, I believe you told him you loved him this morning before surgery,” I reminded him.
“Yeh, well, so did you. For me, I was afraid there was a chance he might not make it off the table. I didn’t want there to be any hard feelings from me, going into surgery, just in case he didn’t make it. He needed to hear caring thoughts from us before he undertook the type of surgery he had to go through,” Drew replied.
“I agree. We had to keep his spirits up. Now we have to help him make a full recovery. It would be nice if we both were there for him this afternoon, just to show him we still care,” I suggested.
“I don’t care, Josh. I really don’t. He was horrible to me. He’s on his own now. I wish him luck, but he’s not getting any more sympathy from me,” Drew said with certainty.
“You don’t mean that, Drew. If nothing else, do it to help me out. I’ve been attending to him all the time he was in the Psych ward. He needed some kind of friend to help him through this. Hey, my heart wasn’t in it, but I really felt sorry for him, being all alone to get through what he had to get through. He wouldn’t let us call his parents, not that it would have done any good anyway with them being gone and all. At least he had one friend there to let him know someone still cared about him and he wasn’t facing all this alone,” I informed him.
“Josh, you’re a caring person, but you haven’t been burned by anyone as bad as I was burned by Dawson. Trust me, if this would have happened to you, you’d feel the same way, or worse, than I do. I have Stu now and am happy. I don’t need to be constantly reminded of how hurt I was by Dawson, seeing him as a constant reminder to the pain he inflicted on me. He didn’t do that to you, so you can stomach all the shit he did happen to give you, which was nothing like he gave me. Good luck on that one, buddy,” he said, starting to irritate me in a way, but I could certainly understand. I did tell Drew about me kissing him after surgery and Dawson telling me dudes don’t kiss dudes on the lips. Drew reminded me Dawson made that statement all the time, when he was continually fucking Drew, so what difference did it make him saying that now. Drew did have a point.
I filled coach in on Dawson’s surgery and his prognosis. Coach was relieved to know he was going to be all right. I told Coach we had no idea as to what kind of attitude he’d have for gay people once he fully recovered. Coach said any change in his attitude had to be better than before the tumor was removed. I had to agree. He said he’d go with me after practice to see Dawson at the hospital, if I wanted him to. I welcomed the company.
After showering with Ethan, Aiden and Andy, I sent them on their way and told Ethan we’d go to the frat later for the results of pledge week. We’d meet Chase there and Jake would go with us. Then I collected Coach and we walked over to the medical center. We were finally given admittance into the ICU and escorted to Dawson. He was awake and eating a little something. His eyes lit up seeing both Coach and me.
I grabbed Dawson’s arm and asked him how he was feeling. He said his headache was finally gone, although he had a different kind of headache now, one that wasn’t as bad, but he could feel it. I told him he had the top of his skull removed for the surgery, so that might have had something to do with his new headache. Dawson supposed I might be right. He did tell us that all the apprehension and tension seemed to be gone. He said he had a hard time remembering everything while he was in the Psych ward. I told him it was better if he forgot all of it, because he really wasn’t in his right mind. He said he could remember me visiting him there, and helping him with walking and some personal hygiene, but other than that, it was kind of a blur. I told him it was better if he just forgot it all.
Doctor Wayne dropped in while we were there to check on Dawson. I introduced him to Coach. Doc seemed pleased meeting Coach. It was if they had met before. There were a couple of little embarrassing smiles between the two that made me wonder just how well they were introduced before.
“So how you feeling, Dawson?” Doc asked him, as he reviewed his charts.
“Okay, I guess. Still kind of groggy, but I ate some dinner tonight. I guess I get a regular room tomorrow if I’m stable,” Dawson replied.
“I’m sure we can put you in a regular room tomorrow for sure. Your stats are very good. Won’t hurt to keep a close eye on you tonight, however. “How is your memory. Do you remember what happened to you?” Doc asked.
“Hell yes. I had brain tumor. They told me it was the size of a lemon of all things. How in the hell did it have room inside my head?” Dawson asked.
“It was a rather large one at that. It put a lot of pressure on your brain, no doubt about it. It was interfering with certain levels of thought and desire. We’ll talk about it more and do some tests when you heal up a bit. The man thing is that we removed it all. It wasn’t malignant, by the way, which is great. It looks like you’ve had it for a long time, but it was small for most of that time. All of a sudden it decided to grow and grow fast. Could have been a result of the beating you took this last summer. I don’t think we’ll ever know for sure, but it’s gone now. You’ll be a lot better off because of it,” Doc explained.
“Damn, I hope so. That sucker gave me headaches like you wouldn’t believe,” Dawson replied.
“I’m sure it did, Dawson. That was huge mass to pack into that good looking head of yours,” Doc replied. Dawson just smiled.
I was still holding Dawson’s hand in mine as Doc explained everything. He wanted to talk to me out in the hall. I had to let D’s hand go and followed Doc outside the room to talk.
“Dawson really dodged a bullet on this one, Josh. It’s a good thing we caught it at the time. Luckily, the tumor wasn’t malignant, so he won’t have to have any radiation or chemo treatments. He just needs to heal from the surgery, then we can kick him out. His speech seems to be fine. We don’t know about his mobility, other than we tested his sense of feeling earlier and those tests were fine. We ran the end of a pencil on his toes, feet, legs, hands and fingers to make sure he could feel everything. Doesn’t look like he lost any feeling anywhere. The brain is an amazing organ. It can fill in gaps that need filling in sometimes. We’ll get him out of bed tomorrow and see if he can walk okay. His urine we’re collecting seems to indicate his kidneys are functioning well. We have to make sure he eliminates waste properly. He hasn’t had much to eat to poop yet, but we’ll see tomorrow. All in all, he’s doing great. Now we just have to figure out about his memory. He knew you earlier, from what the nurses told me, and recognized you as his friend. He knew me. Those are great signs. Not sure how he feels about gay sex at the moment, but I’m sure he’ll tell us eventually. He was never shy in that area before. We’ll talk more and know more tomorrow. In the meantime, he just needs to rest,” Doc explained.
“Thanks, Doc. I’m relieved to know physically, he’s in good shape. Mentally, he seems pretty coherent, at the moment anyway. Like you said, we’ll have to evaluate him more later. I’m just relieved we found the problem, and he can hopefully lead a full life now,” I remarked. Doc gave me a quick hug and told me he was extremely relieved also, as he was extremely concerned about the deep denial stage Dawson was exhibiting before we discovered the tumor.
“So, had you met Coach before?” I asked. “You guys seemed to recognize each other. It seemed that way, anyway,” I suggested. Doc smiled.
“Let’s just say we’ve gotten together a few times before, quite a long time ago. Yeh, I knew him at one time. It’s good to see him again. He still looks great,” Doc replied.
We went back into the room where Coach was still talking to Dawson. Dawson was starting to nod off again. We needed to let him rest. I patted his arm and told him we’d see him tomorrow. He smiled at me, then Coach and I left with Doc. Coach shook Doc’s hand and told him it was good to see him again. Doc said, likewise.
On our way out of the med center, I asked Coach about Doc. Coach got a big smile on his face. “Okay, so we’ve slept together a few times. I knew him back in college. He used to be kind of wild back then. I guess this whole doctor thing made him more subdued. Yes, he was quite the guy. He has the nicest cock, Josh, and the most beautiful eyes. Was he ever built also. Damn, he was fine. Makes my cock hard just thinking about the times we had. I haven’t seen him in years. Don’t know what his situation is now,” Coach explained. I had to chuckle.
“He told me he had a partner, but didn’t say much about him. That’s about all I know about his personal life. I mean, he told me he was gay, when we first started treating Dawson for his mental breakdown. I guess he wanted to reassure me that he was capable of understanding what Dawson was going through. I like him, Coach. He was really good with Dawson in helping him to see things. We didn’t really know at the time it was a physical problem and not a mental one,” I explained.
“So, we really don’t know if Dawson is gay anymore or not, do we?” Coach asked. I had to chuckle. I told him time would tell.
I left Coach part way back, him heading to the natatorium and me to the bar. I told him I’d keep him informed. He thanked me for letting him go with me to the hospital. I told him to go anytime, as Dawson would probably appreciate having a friend drop by. He told me he would go with me again, but not by himself. He still didn’t trust Dawson. Who could blame him?
Jordan and Buzz were there at the bar having a beer when I got back. Jake and I joined them, needing to get something to eat also, since we had the program at the frat later. I gave them both a hug.
“Josh, we got word they were going to let Trent out of the hospital on Monday morning. They’ll process him out of the judicial system later that day, put him in a hotel overnight, then throw him on a plane early morning, Tuesday. He’ll be at the regional airport around 2:00. He can take a bus from there back here. The bus station is only a couple of blocks away, so he can walk from there. Not sure what Conner wants to do with him when he gets back. I assume he’ll have to deal with his parents somewhere along the line. By the way, they’ve been informed of his return also, so they may be here to meet him. Not only will we have Trent to deal with, but possibly them also,” Jordan explained. With everything going on, I didn’t even have the mental capacity to think about that situation at the moment. I was pretty sure Thad didn’t want to deal with it either, but it was bearing down on us whether we wanted it or not. Buzz offered his two cents by telling us good luck. I thanked him for that, asking him if he needed a delinquent roommate. Buzz said he’d decline, then grabbed Jordan’s arm, as if to ask for his help.
Jake, Ethan, Brady, Zach and I headed for the frat after dinner for the pledge induction. Chase was going to meet us there. He was waiting for us outside. I told him this was his frat house also now, so he could go in anytime he wanted. He said he felt more comfortable going in with us. I told him he needed to get over his shyness as all the guys in the frat were now his brothers. That thought made him smile.
We all congregated in the great room. Ted was there to officially welcome his new little brother, Chase. I stood behind Ethan. Jake stood behind Zach. Brady was there for moral support. Jack was there, but wasn’t saying much. I was sure Jack just came for the free beer. Taylor welcomed and congratulated the new pledge class, then went over the rules, some of which didn’t apply to Zach and Ethan, having received special dispensation from Taylor under the terms I asked for. Taylor also explained some of the fund raising activities the pledges would be expected to participate in during the year. He emphasized brothers helping brothers, only not in the terms I had expanded that dedication to mean last year. I was sure I had a much broader interpretation of that fraternal code, far beyond what it was intended to be. I liked my interpretation better, but for the straight guys, the one Taylor gave was sufficient.
I looked around for the twins, but didn’t see them at the small ceremony. I noticed the new pledge class had several other hot looking guys we were accepting as pledges. I kind of wished I was still studying at the frat to get to know some of these guys better. I settled on the satisfaction, there would be many opportunities to get to know some of the new guys through different social and work opportunities at the frat this year. Taylor finally finished his announcements, then invited us to mingle and get to know one another over a beer or two. He had a keg set up in the great room. While the keg beer was cheap shit, we did have a cup or two while meeting some of the new pledges. I had a couple of the new guys approach me and tell me I was famous for last year’s championship basketball game. I told them they were crazy, it was all in fun. They didn’t think so. I invited the guys over for a beer at the CNB sometime. Almost everyone I invited said they heard it was a hopping place. I didn’t bother to ask which night they heard was hopping, but I sure wanted to.
Ted came up to me and assured me he’d take good care of Chase. I didn’t have to worry about him. I told Ted, he needed someone like Chase, who was kind and considerate, unlike his last little brother that betrayed him. Ted said that still hurt. I gave him a side hug. I told him to come over to the CNB sometime and I’d buy him a beer and show him around. He said he’d like that. I patted him on his sweet tight ass as we parted. He turned around and smiled at me.
Taylor grabbed me and pulled me into the library, so we could talk privately. “Hey, just wanted to ask you if we could have some kind of party or mixer at the CNB sometime, if you wouldn’t mind. The Frat could spot the beer for the party. You could charge us for some kind of munchie food. I thought it’d be nice with the dance floor and sound system you have. It’d give the guys a chance to have a good time and all. Just wanted to run that by you and see if you thought it’d be okay,” Taylor explained.
“For you, Taylor, we’d love to do that. I’ll work out an exceptional deal for that. The Frat gets a discount. Let me know when you might want to have something, and I’ll put it together. We could do it on a Friday or Sunday night would be better. Friday night, I’d close early for a private party. I guess that won’t piss off the straight couples too much. Can’t do it on Saturday night or Wednesday nights, as those are our two biggest money makers,” I explained. Taylor said he’d heard about Saturday nights and how crazy they were. He also heard about Wednesday nights and all the screaming women.
“You know if you want to help out bartending or serving on a Wednesday night, you’re more than welcome to. Might meet a pretty lady there and get to know her,” I hinted. Taylor laughed, saying that might be kind of nice, but he wasn’t sure what types of women showed up on those nights. I told him every kind of woman showed up. He laughed, but said he might take me up on that some time.
It was getting late, and we still had some studying to do. We finally left. We hugged and kissed Chase goodbye outside. Ethan was somewhat startled over that. “Is Chase gay like you guys?” Ethan asked.
“Yes, Chase is gay. Why?” I asked.
“Wow, is there anyone you know that isn’t?” he asked.
We all said in unison, “YOU!” Then we laughed.
I was somewhat anxious, as I woke up with a boner in Jake’s arms. His boner felt great up against my ass, but my mind was occupied with Dawson’s brain surgery. Luckily, if I hurried after my first class, I could make it to the hospital before he went into surgery. I wanted to see him before he went under, just in case there were complications. He did need to know we all loved him, even though we hadn’t always felt that way at times, most times. I texted Drew and told him to meet me there if he could. He said he could.
Macro-economics class couldn’t end fast enough. I sprinted over to the hospital at the end of class getting there a little after 9:00. I met Drew and Stu as I got there. Stu wished us good luck, but didn’t see the point in Drew going, although he supported Drew, looking at their relationship a little differently due to the circumstances with Dawson. While Stu waited for us in the waiting room as Drew and I went to ICU, Drew told me Stu was concerned if Dawson healed, he might lose Drew back to Dawson. I had to chuckle, as did Drew. The likelihood of that was almost ridiculous. If Dr. Wayne’s suspicion was right, chances were Dawson wouldn’t have anything to do with either one of us, at least for sex anyway. I told Drew he could assure Stu, their relationship was solid when it came to Dawson. Drew said he was positive it was anyway.
Dr. Wayne was there to meet us and escorted us into the ICU, since Dawson didn’t have any immediate family there for him. Dawson was alert, and smiled when he saw us.
“Don’t you guys be fooling around on me when they pop my head open. I’m planning on coming back, you know,” Dawson said, joking around a little, although he seemed heavily sedated. We laughed for his benefit.
“Don’t be giving those surgeons a hard time, now, Dawson. Just behave yourself in there,” I warned. He smiled. “The only thing that’s as hard as your head is your cock when we get you excited,” I chided.
“Gawd, that’s for sure. Both of you. Make sure you remember that when I get out of here,” he replied. Doc shook his head.
“Hey, Doc, any chance of improving his disposition and personality while the doctors are in his head?” Drew asked. Doc laughed.
“Not sure that can happen, but we’ll give it a shot anyway,” Doc teased.
“I am coming back, right guys? This is not the final goodbye, is it?” Dawson asked serious as a heart attack at the moment. I felt sorry for him. For once I saw fear in his eyes.
“Of course you are. You’ll have a strange haircut for a few weeks, but we’ll just make fun of you,” I said teasingly. He gave us a half smile. “I told you before, I won’t let you die, so you have nothing to worry about except for healing, starting later today. Just think, your headaches are going to be gone for good,” I said reassuringly. He smiled.
“I’m looking at two of them right now, and I have a feeling you’ll still be here when I get back,” Dawson chided. I was glad he was teasing again.
Drew told him he tried to get hold of his parents, but they were on a river cruise in Europe. Dawson seemed to remember something about the cruise, but said, it was probably better they weren’t here. His mother would be a mess, and he wouldn’t be able to kiss us before he went into surgery. Drew and I both smiled.
Two male surgical nurses showed up to take him to surgery. They unlocked the wheels on his bed and started to move him. “Wait, he shouted. I have to kiss two of the most beautiful guys in the world goodbye,” he said urgently. They stopped. Dawson motioned for us to come to him. He pulled Drew’s head to him, and kissed him tenderly on the lips. “I love you, Drew. I always did and I always will,” Dawson said. Then he pulled me in for a kiss. “Josh, my rock. You’ve been with me through all this hell. I love you so much. Thanks for loving me back, when I thought no one else did,” he said.
“We love you, Dawson. You’re going to do just fine through this. I prayed for you last night and God assured me he didn’t want any part of you up there with him just yet, so he was going to punish us with you for a long time,” I told him. Dawson shook his head at us both. “Love you, buddy,” Drew and I said as they hauled him off to surgery.
Doc put his arms around both of us. “He’ll be fine, guys. He has one of the best neurological surgeons in the state. He’ll be just fine. Now afterwards, I’m not sure what he’ll be like. That is yet to be determined, but we’ll soon know, maybe,” he told us. Doc walked us to the elevators and told us he’d be in touch. We could call the numbers we had and find out his status at any time. We thanked him again, giving him a quick hug.
Drew had tears in his eyes, which caused them in mine. We stood hugging each other in the elevator sobbing. Stu thought we were both crazy. We told him we probably were, but couldn’t help it at the moment.
I had my emotional moments walking back to the bar. Did I do enough for Dawson? Could I have done more? Did Dawson really feel that Drew and I did love him? What if there were complications during surgery and he didn’t make it? What if he was a vegetable after surgery because of his brain operation? Would he ever be the same? Crazy thoughts raced through my head. I needed a diversion. I had to walk past the Arena and decided to drop in on Tuck and see if he could cheer me up.
“Hey, Coach, how’s it hanging?” I asked, as I caught him in his office on his computer. His face lit up, and he jumped up to hug me and whirl me around.
“Damn, Josh. So good to see you. It was hanging, but now that you’re here, Hector’s standing straight out, or soon will be,” he said smiling. “What brings you to basketball world? You slumming or something?” he asked.
I told him I just left Dawson as he was going into surgery. I was a little bummed out and wanted to see a loving face. He picked me up again and hugged me tightly, even gave me a kiss on the cheek.
“I’m here for you, buddy. You know how much I love you. All your friends love you and are here for you. Always, Josh,” he told me as he hugged me. I told him that meant everything to me. “Want to talk about it?” he asked. He plopped me down into a chair beside him. I told him what all Dawson had been going through. Tuck was blown away by all that had happened to the guy. He knew I didn’t care for him last year and thought he was an asshole, but couldn’t believe his asshole personality and the way he treated Drew was the possible result of a brain tumor. He didn’t wish that on anyone. When I told Tuck, Dawson might not have gay tendencies after the tumor was removed, he was even more blown away. “No fucking way,” he replied after my explanation. “Damn, one little part of the brain can make you suck dick and take a dick up the ass, as compared to shoving it in a pussy. I’ll be damned,” he remarked. I told him his explanation was an oversimplification, but he was mostly right. Tuck just shook his head.
“Hey, been meaning to talk to you about James’ program. He’s ready to start anytime you are. Just wanted to you to know. We finished all the analysis for the swim team, but he can start on the basketball team,” I reminded him.
“Good deal. I’ll get in touch with him and get his ass over here and get started with my guys,” Tuck assured me. “That damned thing worked great for you last year. I can only hope it will give us some miracles for this year. Now, if I can just keep the twins under control this year. You know how well we communicate. May have to have you interpret for me again this year. Those little conferences you had with them in the locker room seemed to work well. Might have you do those again,” Tuck remarked. I had to smile, remembering what those were all about, but how I enjoyed sucking those big cocks and draining their boy milk.
“How’s my buddy Chase doing these days?” I asked.
“Great, Josh. Best thing you ever did was to force me to keep the boy. Damn, I swear he can steal the ball from the twins even. The fucker is really fast and feisty. Gotta love our new secret weapon. Yeh, that was a great call,” he said proudly. I smiled. He pulled me in and hugged me. “I know, you told me he would be and you were right. Gawd, what would I do without you, Josh? I just have to love you for the rest of my life. You and your massages. Speaking of which, we need to schedule one soon. I’m a little backed up,” he said smiling. I shook my head smiling. I told him I’d come back soon and we could work one in. He flipped Hector out of his shorts leg and shook him at me, making Hector talk to me, saying he missed me in the worst way.
“Okay, that’s just too weird, listening to a talking dick, Tuck. But then, you always were one for being crazy,” I chided.
“Me? I don’t’ think it was me that forced Hector up one sweet loving asshole one night long ago. Now that was crazy, but it was pure Heaven also, and an act of pure love. Wow, still gives me chills to think how much we showed each other our love for one another that night. I still cherish that moment, Josh. I will never forget it. Not in any hurry to repeat it, but glad we got to share that together,” Tuck said, then pulled me in and kissed me on the forehead. “Love you, little brother,” he said as he kissed me. I told him I loved him more, which started a whole other banter.
“How’s Millie?” I asked. “She’s a sweetheart. Don’t fuck that one up, or I’ll never suck Hector again,” I warned. Tuck laughed.
“You’re the only one that can please him that way anyway, Josh. Oh, Hector loves Millie’s pussy, but he shies away from her infrequent blow jobs. He just thinks about yours and shakes his head at Millie’s,” he chided. I had to laugh.
“You are so warped, Tuck. I guess that’s why I love you so much, big brother,” I replied. We both laughed. Someone came and told him he had a meeting. He said he almost forgot it. He apologized for having to leave, but said he and Millie would love to come to the CNB for dinner sometime with Jake and me. I told him the place was his anytime. He got up and hugged me, then had to take off.
Feeling much better talking to Tuck, and being reassured that Hector still loved me and my blow jobs, I headed back to the CNB in time for lunch. True to form, Buzz and Jordan came in together for lunch, seemingly having a great time together as they did, laughing and carrying on. I gave them both hugs, as they headed for their favorite table.
“Josh, I need to see you on a couple of corporate matters in the office real quick,” he said, as Jake and I sat down with the two of them at their table for lunch. “This will only take a couple of minutes guys and we’ll be back,” Jordan said, as we hustled off to the office quickly. Thad wasn’t there at the time, which worked out for what he was about to tell me.
“What’s up, Jord? You and Buzz finally do the deed?” I asked. Jordan got real serious.
“I got a situation I don’t know how to handle, Josh. I need your help. I need some advice,” he said seriously. I quickly got concerned and told him to spill. “Noah called me last night and said he needed some advice on structuring his corporation, his little bistro place you’ve been to. He wants to expand somewhat and is going in for some financing. He wanted to know if he could come over and talk to me about it. I told him sure, come on over and I’d see if I could help him. He came over and we talked for a bit on the structure. I gave him a couple of ideas as to how to handle what he needed. I asked him if he wanted some wine. He said he’d love some. We got to drinking some wine and started laughing, letting our hair down some. I was pouring more wine in the kitchen, there by the table, and he hugged me from behind, and kissed the back of my neck. I smiled and asked him what he was doing, rather playfully. He kissed me on the lips when I turned around. I don’t mean a little kiss, I mean he had his tongue halfway down my throat,” he said getting excited telling me this.
“What the hell?” I said, rather surprised Noah was that bold. Hell, I didn’t think the boy had it in him. “What did you do?” I asked curiously.
“Shit, Josh, it was so sudden, but Heavenly all at the same time. He has a really nice cock and a really nice body,” Jordan proceeded to tell me.
“You guys had sex?” I asked shocked.
“Several times, Josh. Hell, we ripped our shorts off, made out for the longest time, sucked cocks, and before we knew what was happening, that nice beautiful cock of his was up my ass and I was riding it like there was no tomorrow. We fucked on the couch, on the floor, standing up in the kitchen, with me bent over the counter, with me on the counter, then in bed. Hell, I didn’t think I was going to get to work on time this morning. I finally had to kick him out so I could go to work. He even dressed me this morning. He picked out my red bikini briefs for me to wear. Thought you might like to know,” Jordan bragged.
“Not the red ones?” I asked alarmed. “Those were always for me. How dare he?” I said, somewhat pissed. Jordan looked embarrassed.
“You’re not mad are you?” he asked. I laughed.
“Hell, Jord, I’m happy for you. But what does this do for you and Buzz? I thought you were falling in love with Buzz.” Jordan hung his head.
“I was, I mean I am. Fuck, I don’t know what to think now. This was all of a sudden. I never saw this coming. What am I going to do?” Jordan asked, looking for help. Hell, I was too shocked to think about what advice to give him.
“What does your heart say?” I asked.
“Well, my heart still loves Buzz, but my dick and ass sure had a great time last night with Noah. Hell, you’d have thought you and Jake were there fucking me all night long, as much as we went at it last night. I just hope I’m in shape for Buzz this weekend, as much as my ass got worked over last night. Noah’s a damned good top, Josh. Did I mention that?” he asked.
“Several times, I think, Jord. Nice cock too, I think you said. What kind of balls does he have?” I had to ask, trying to buy some time to process all of this.
“Oh, they’re smaller than yours, and mine, of course. They don’t hang low like mine. When his 7” cock is hard, they’re kind of tight up against the base of his cock, kind of sexy really, kind of like yours, not mine. My boys hang down there and just swing around like crazy. You should have seen them swinging last night,” he had to tell me. I could only imagine. “Forget that right now. What am I supposed to do? I need your help. You have to help me here,” he pleaded.
“Did you detect any indication of deep feelings or was it all just passionate sex?” I asked, curiously.
“Mostly just uninhibited all out sex. But it was damned good sex, Josh. Damn, it was so gooooooooodddd!” he said excitedly.
“I get that. Glad for you, buddy. Let’s see, you have one that loves you and wants to build you a house, but you don’t know what he’s like in bed, and chances are you’re going to have to train him how to satisfy you, which means that might take some time to get him up to Noah’s speed, if ever,” I said, thinking. “On the other hand, you have a wild stallion fucking the bejeebers out of you right out of the starting block, which eventually could lead to love, if you could ever stop having sex long enough to express any loving feelings for one another. I don’t know, Jordan. I think if it were me, I’d keep them both and see if one outshines the other over time. Chances are they can’t know about one another or the gig is up, and you’ll have to choose at that point, if they both don’t blow you off for deceiving them. Feelings can get hurt.”
“Maybe I should just chalk up what happened last night to a one-time crazy thing, and not repeat it. For one thing, I’m down here most nights with you guys and Buzz, except for Ladies’ Night, which is Wednesdays, and that just happens to be the day Noah has off and has more time to relax and, well, I guess has the energy to do what he did last night. I’m so confused. Buzz comes in this morning all happy and gives me a good morning kiss and brings sweet rolls. We sit and have coffee together. I’m half listening to him and what he discussed at his meeting last night, and thinking about Noah’s cock tearing up my ass last night, making me cum so hard. Fuck, Josh, I came so hard last night, like I do with you and Jake. I can’t tell you how wonderful that makes me feel,” he said excitedly.
“Ah, I’m not sure what to tell you, Jord. You may have to work this one out yourself. Do you and Buzz have any other nights you don’t see each other, other than the night he has planning meetings?” I asked.
“Yeh, well, we go to separate apartments after we leave here in the evenings. I guess I could work Noah in later in the evenings. He doesn’t seem to mind. Hey, let’s not forget the fact, I don’t know if he does this with anyone else either. I don’t know all that much about him, when you think about it,” Jordan commented.
“You’re right, Jord. We don’t. Want me to have Conner check him out?” I offered.
“Would that be creepy to do something like that?” Jordan asked, not so sure that was a nice thing to do.
“Hey, you’re an important board member and managing partner of a multi-multi million dollar company. We can’t have you romping around with a dick up your ass that might not be the dick it’s supposed to be. What if he intends to infiltrate the company or something? We really don’t know him, when you think about it,” I reminded him. He gave me a funny look.
“I don’t see that as being a problem, but being professional, I haven’t done my due diligence so maybe you better have him checked out, but for God’s sake, be discreet, would you please, and don’t let Noah find out we did this. I’d die if that dick of his wasn’t the genuine article,” Jordan said sadly. I hugged him, then kissed him passionately. “Don’t get me started again. You’re kisses are still better than any others I’ve ever had. I have a weakness for your kisses. I’m developing a weakness for Noah’s cock also, although I shouldn’t, but I can’t help it. He has such wonderful cock, Josh. Just wonderful. Fuck, it’s hot,” Jordan marveled.
I told him we needed to get back to lover boy #1 for the moment. He laughed at that, but said we must. Now my head was really spinning, trying to process all this. Another part of me wanted to see Noah naked, and see what the big deal Jordan was so excited about.
We had a great lunch with the two. Jordan was his normal self at lunch, although we’d catch him in thought. I knew where his thoughts were. He was thinking about the hot sex he had last night.
“Damn, you must have given Jordan some heavy stuff to work on, Josh. His legal mind is hard at work on something. Hope this works out to your liking,” Buzz chided. I nodded I hoped it did also. Jake was clueless.
As soon as the two went back to work, I filled Jake in on Jordan. It literally blew Jake’s mind. He could not believe it. I told him it was too crazy to make up, so it had to be true. Jake just kept shaking his head in disbelief, continually asking what Jordan should do. “Why am I the one with all the answers. Sometimes guys have to figure stuff out, like this, on their own. I didn’t start that affair. It seems the two didn’t have any trouble getting started on their own, after you and I worked so hard on Buzz and Jordan’s relationship. Nope, never did I talk to Noah about Jordan and his interest. In fact, I didn’t think Jordan had much interest at all after he and Buzz got closer. Shit who goes out and offers to build someone a home to live together before they even fuck? What kind of craziness is that? As my Gramps used to say, ‘Not my monkeys, not my circus’,” I told Jake.
“These are kind of our monkeys, Josh. At least Jordan is, and Buzz is becoming one. Noah belongs to another circus at the moment, but he seems to want to breed in ours. We need to make sure none of the monkeys get hurt,” Jake reminded me. That was true. I had to laugh, though.
I checked with the hospital before going to American Lit class. The update said Dawson was just coming out of surgery and would be in recovery for an hour or so, then back to ICU. They said he wouldn’t be conscious for a couple of hours. They told me the surgery was a success, and the biopsy they did on the tumor proved it to be benign. I was so relieved. The surgeon said we could expect a full recovery. I broke down in tears and hugged Thad, who was standing beside me at the time. Thad wasn’t sure what the tears and hugs were for, but he liked them anyway. I had to explain later. He said he was grateful he could be there for me. That got him another hug.
We ran into Riley and Sarah at American Lit. Sarah was all smiles. “How’s your head today after the one you tied on last night?” I had to ask.
“Where did you get drunk last night, Sis?” Riley asked her.
“I went to Ladies’ Only Night last night at Josh’s place and had a great time, didn’t we, Josh?”
“You did. It wasn’t that pleasant for me, if I recall,” I replied. Riley got a puzzled look on his face. “Your sister tried to molest me, Riley. You need to keep her under control better,” I suggested. Riley gave Sarah a dirty look.
“You leave Josh alone, Sarah. You promised me, you wouldn’t bother him. You need to leave him alone,” Riley warned. Sarah sniffed her hand, making the statement she might not wash her hand ever again. Then she took off, blowing me a kiss on the way.
“Your sister pinned me up against a wall last night, kissed me, then stuck her hand down my shorts. I happened to be going commando as a bartender on Ladies’ Night. She got a handful of my bare cock and balls, Riley. She’s been there before you got a chance of all things,” I informed him. Jake wasn’t standing there at the time, not really liking Riley all that much.
“I am so sorry, Josh. I didn’t mean for any of that to happen. I am so sorry. Damned slut,” he said. “She keeps bugging me about you taking her virginity because you’re taking mine. She just doesn’t understand,” he said remorsefully.
“Well, maybe if it’s that important for twins to have the same person take both, you need to find someone else to take yours, Riley. I’m not kidding. That is not going to happen with me. That’s for damned sure,” I warned.
“Josh, no, Josh. Please, it has to be you. You’re the only one in this world that can do this for me. As far as this ritual is concerned, she’s on her own and needs to find a straight boy to take care of her virginity. I’ve told her over and over we can’t share lovers. She has to find her own,” Riley pleaded.
“Oh, so now we’re lovers? I thought I was just helping you out with your need to help understand gay sex and not wonder about it and fear it around your other models. We’re not lovers by any means, Riley. That wasn’t the deal. This, in all reality, might just be a one-time thing to get you over the hump. Let’s not be telling others we’re lovers, or I damned sure won’t help you with your problem. Is that understood?” I asked him. He seemed extremely disappointed, but said he didn’t mean for it to come out that way, and he totally understood. He did say he hoped it wouldn’t just be a one-time thing, as he truly idolized me and wanted to maintain a strong friendship. I wasn’t bending at the moment.
“I’ll make her understand, Josh. I have to make her understand. She’s being totally unreasonable,” Riley said emphatically.
“Does she know when you and I are doing this thing?” I asked. “Tell me she’s not going to pop in and join in the fun,” I urged.
“No, she has no idea when. She knows we haven’t done it yet. She has to go home this weekend. I have to say, she’s suspicious it might happen this weekend some time, as I usually always go home with her, but told her I needed to stay here this weekend to study, because of the photo shoot we had coming up next week, and the time I had to spend modeling for that,” he told me.
“I hope you’re right. I am not participating in some sick incestual ritual where both twins lose their virginity to the same guy. Not my scene. I’m going way out of my way to help you in the first place,” I reminded him. He looked at me lovingly.
“You are, Josh, and I can’t thank you enough for it. You’ve helped my career tremendously already, and I am grateful for that. If you can just get me over this hump, I can do more modeling comfortably, make more money by getting more jobs and even possibly become one of the agency’s top models. Who knows, I might even become famous,” he said getting excited thinking about it.
“If you desire to become famous, Riley, don’t do full frontal nude modeling. The kind of tease modeling you and I are going to do together is great, and it really gets attention. You have to always leave them wanting more. If you flop your cock out there for thousands of pictures, you might as well do porn, and that’s not what gets you big bucks modeling. Just be a tease to your fans, don’t give them everything. That’s what we do here at the CNB. No one sees the Full Monty. Well, just us guys that work there, but none of the fans. You’ll do fine, I have to believe, because you were so shy up to this point. I can’t believe you finally agreed to do what we’re doing next week. You’re right, though. Our little experiment should get your stage freight calmed down. I’m okay with that, I just don’t want any sibling rivalry rearing its ugly head,” I told him.
“I’ll handle Sarah. Trust me on that one,” Riley said, then gave me a quick bro hug.
I rejoined Jake just before class started. “Did you get Mr. Prim and Propper all straightened out?” Jake asked.
“Not yet, but come Friday he will be. I just wanted to make sure there was no sibling interference,” I replied. Jake agreed.
I left Jake after class and headed to the hospital to check on Dawson. He was back in the ICU again, but supposedly alert. The nurse at his station was more than happy to see me. “Our guy is doing great so far,” she told me. That was music to my ears. “You can see him if you like. Just don’t get him excited about anything. He’s still pretty doped up and out of it, but he’s getting better. All his vitals are good. We tested all his mobility. His speech is a little slurred, but that has to do with the amount of meds he’s on right now. That will improve in time. The doctor believes he’ll have a full recovery, and be just as good as new here in the next couple of days. You need to know he’ll be with us for a while. We have to let the top of his head heal well enough to let him out of here,” she told me. Everything I heard was music to my ears.
Dawson smiled when I walked into his little cubicle. He was still hooked up to a lot of wires for monitors. He looked a little creepy, his entire head bandaged except for his face. I grabbed his hand. “Hey, buddy. You’re doing great. That bad old tumor is gone for good. Hopefully your headache’s gone with it also,” I told him, as I held his hand. He squeezed my hand a little.
“I can’t feel anything right now as much meds as they have me on. I feel comfortable though. They gave me Ginger Ale and told me I could have some food later on maybe. If I do well the rest of today and tonight, they’ll put me in a regular room tomorrow. I don’t have to go back to the Psych ward anymore either,” Dawson told me slowly. I could tell he was still groggy. I smiled at him and told him that was great news.
“Do you want me to leave you alone and let you sleep it off?” I asked. He smiled.
“I don’t think I can stay awake. I feel like I need to sleep, Josh. I’m sorry,” he apologized.
“Don’t be sorry. You just had major brain surgery. Do what you feel you need to do. I’ll be back to check on you later. I just wanted you to know I’m here for you. Drew may come by later, we’ll see,” I told him. He smiled. I bent over and kissed him on the lips. Then he gave me a strange stare.
“Dude, you kissed me on the lips. Seriously?”
“Yes, I have been. And your point is?” I asked, getting a little concerned maybe Dr. Wayne was right.
“Dudes don’t kiss dudes on the lips, Josh. It’s not manly,” he said somewhat seriously.
“Is that so? Well, you’ve been kissing me on the lips for sometime now. So, what changed?” I asked.
“I’ve been kissing dudes on the lips?” he asked. “How pathetic is that? Damn, I might need therapy if I’ve been doing shit like that,” Dawson remarked. I squeezed his hand.
“No biggie. Don’t concern yourself with any of that right now. Just get some rest and heal. We can talk about other things later when you’re not so drugged up,” I assured him. He gave me a half smile. I wanted to kiss him again, but decided against it and just squeezed his hand. I told him I’d catch him later. I ran over to the Psych ward and told Dr. Wayne what had happened. Doc smiled.
“Thought that might be the case. Still, he’s under a lot of medication right now. We’ll see what he’s like when we wean him off all the meds. This is going to be interesting. I’m still on his care list. There are a lot of things we have to cover to make sure he’s firing on all cylinders before we let him out of here. We’ll dive deeper into his inner feelings in the next few days. Right now, we have to let his body heal,” Doc told me. He thanked me for coming by and told me he’d see Dawson later today sometime after he got some rest.
Before leaving the hospital, I decided to stop by the Psych ward to fill Cory in on Dawson. He couldn’t believe he might not be gay now. “Dude, you have to keep me informed. This is too far out there. I can’t imagine Dawson changing like that,” Cory told me. “That would be awful. I’d make them put me back the way I was, without the tumor, of course.” I had to laugh. Cory gave me a bro hug before I left, telling me not to be a stranger. I told him to drop by the bar sometime. He assured me he definitely would.
Back at the bar, I had a few minutes before swim practice and did some office work. Thad showed me some of the invoices from the construction project that had already come through. He said he was told to pay them by Chad. I called Chad to make sure. He gave me an update on the site preparation for the dormitory. He said they were going to start excavating the building footprint in the next week and digging footers and column supports. Chad told me one of the excavation guys was pretty hot and we should stop by and check him out. I had to laugh, as if we had time for that.
Greer called to tell me that he was getting information on equipment being shipped to the ranch in preparation for the cattle expansion project. He wanted to know if that was okay. I assured him it was, but that Will would be here this weekend to make sure all was set up systematically for the new program, and what was being shipped was the right equipment. Greer said he’d e-mail the shipping manifests. I asked him if he heard anything more from Stoney. He said he had not, but he had his PI ping Stoney’s phone again, and it was still in Key West. Greer said, apparently, he was still there. Greer wanted to know if maybe we should go down there and find him. I told him absolutely not. Stoney was entitled to his privacy. I told Greer, Stoney was still replying to e-mails in a way, I knew it had to be him so there was no reason to be concerned.
“I’m getting so frustrated, Josh. He doesn’t call. He hardly e-mails. I miss him so much. Forget sex, as that’s not happening. You can only jerk off so many times and you get tired of that,” Greer confessed. I had to chuckle.
“You’ve got Sven there to satisfy that need, Greer. Even though he’s not Mr. Passionate, he’s got a hell of a nice dick and a killer body. He should be good to take the edge off anyway,” I suggested.
“Yeh, well, that killer body doesn’t have much of a personality. I want a warm naked body in my bed to hold me, make love to me, and wakes up next to me with a morning boner ready to go at it again. That’s what I miss, Josh. Stoney’s and my sex life hasn’t always been the greatest, especially during the time he was sick, but at least we had each other to talk to and snuggle up to. I miss that more than anything,” Greer shared. I had to agree with him. If I didn’t have Jake in my bed every night, I’d probably feel the same way. I assured Greer that Stoney still loved him and there had to be a big reason why he wasn’t there with him. I was in hopes we’d soon find out what that was.
I noticed I had an e-mail from Tom, telling me to give him a call when I got a chance. He had information on the adjoining hangar and a possible lead on a used Citation jet at a greatly reduced price with low hours. Apparently, a company had purchased one from Cessna, loved it, but used it very few hours. The company was being acquired by another company, but as a requirement of the acquisition, they had to sell the Citation before the deal could go through. They were in a hurry to get it sold so they could be acquired by the new company. Tom said this was a great deal if we were ready to move on it.
I gave Tom a call and discussed it with him. As far as the hangar was concerned, we’d take over the adjoining hangar. The offices in the hangers shared adjoining walls, so all we’d have to do to join them together was to add a passage way thorough the common shared wall, and we could combine them. That was an easy fix.
“So, what about the Citation?” I asked Tom.
“Josh, it’s a Citation Latitude, which is their newest and greatest, their most fuel-efficient model yet. I gotta tell you, this baby is tricked out to the hilt. It has the best of everything. They have less than 200 hours on it at this point. For all practical purposes, it’s brand new. It’s located in the Kansas City area. James and I would like to take the 310 out there this weekend, where we have a window of down time and check it out, if that’s okay with you,” Tom suggested. I told him that sounded great. “I’ll let you know what I think, once I look at the maintenance logs and see what kind of condition it’s in. The pictures look great, but we all know how you can photoshop pictures. There isn’t any damage history noted, but it’s always good to look at the maintenance logs to make sure it was maintained to factory specs.”
“Check it out and give us your recommendations, Tom. You’re doing great so far, I want you to know. Looks like our revenue has picked up since you and James took over. If you get this new jet, do you have a crew that we can expand with?” I asked.
“Got couple of guys that we’re looking at. Of course, they’re just looking to build hours to get into the airlines eventually, but we’ll take them and abuse them to help them get there. They’re hungry for hours, and would love to build them in a Citation, so we can help them get there and keep them in the air constantly, which would give James and me more time to sell time shares, and fly. I think it can work well together,” Tom assured me.
“Sounds, good, buddy. Run out and see the new Citation and give me a report once you have a chance to analyze it. I’m sure Stoney would like to move on it, if it’s a good deal,” I assured him.
“When do you and Jake need to come to the City?” Tom asked. “We kind of miss you guys.”
“Not sure, but I have a new guy that’s going to be managing the ranch. He’s getting started very soon and it would be good for you to meet him also. He’s on our team, by the way, and is extremely good on the eyes and feels great on the dick. You guys need to get to know him,” I explained. Tom laughed.
“Glad to know you’re recruiting the right players,” Tom remarked. I assured him we all were. I told Tom to tell James we missed him also. He said when they got everything together, they’d fly over some night in the 310 and lay it all out for Jake and me. I asked him what he meant by ‘lay it all out’. He told me they would literally lay it all out for us. I took that to mean a hot time in our bedroom that night. He assured me that’s exactly when he meant.
Andy, OBB and Allen came and got me, telling me it was time to hike over to the natatorium for swim practice. I grabbed my bag, kissed Thad goodbye, much to his content, then headed out with the guys.
Ethan met us there in the locker room. We got naked and changed into our trunks. Drew came by and asked me if I heard anything about Dawson. “He made it through surgery just fine, Drew. He’s still hyped up on meds and will be for a day or so. His vitals are good. He’s listed in good condition. There doesn’t appear to be any complications. He talked to me when they brought him back to the ICU. We can go over after swim practice and see if he’s lucid enough to talk,” I told him.
“Do you really need me for that?” Drew asked. “You know he’s not my friend anymore,” he reminded me. I frowned at him.
“Drew, you have to care about him. It probably wasn’t him that treated you like he did. I kind of believe it was because of the tumor. Doc said he may have had it since puberty. Who knows? Maybe he’ll be a loving friend that really cares about you emotionally, just not sexually,” I suggested.
“You know, I could handle him as just a friend, but not a sexual predator. The days of sex or even mentioning it around Dawson are so over, Josh. Stu thinks we’re crazy for even visiting him in the hospital. I just get mad every time I get near him,” Drew replied.
“Drew, if I remember right, I believe you told him you loved him this morning before surgery,” I reminded him.
“Yeh, well, so did you. For me, I was afraid there was a chance he might not make it off the table. I didn’t want there to be any hard feelings from me, going into surgery, just in case he didn’t make it. He needed to hear caring thoughts from us before he undertook the type of surgery he had to go through,” Drew replied.
“I agree. We had to keep his spirits up. Now we have to help him make a full recovery. It would be nice if we both were there for him this afternoon, just to show him we still care,” I suggested.
“I don’t care, Josh. I really don’t. He was horrible to me. He’s on his own now. I wish him luck, but he’s not getting any more sympathy from me,” Drew said with certainty.
“You don’t mean that, Drew. If nothing else, do it to help me out. I’ve been attending to him all the time he was in the Psych ward. He needed some kind of friend to help him through this. Hey, my heart wasn’t in it, but I really felt sorry for him, being all alone to get through what he had to get through. He wouldn’t let us call his parents, not that it would have done any good anyway with them being gone and all. At least he had one friend there to let him know someone still cared about him and he wasn’t facing all this alone,” I informed him.
“Josh, you’re a caring person, but you haven’t been burned by anyone as bad as I was burned by Dawson. Trust me, if this would have happened to you, you’d feel the same way, or worse, than I do. I have Stu now and am happy. I don’t need to be constantly reminded of how hurt I was by Dawson, seeing him as a constant reminder to the pain he inflicted on me. He didn’t do that to you, so you can stomach all the shit he did happen to give you, which was nothing like he gave me. Good luck on that one, buddy,” he said, starting to irritate me in a way, but I could certainly understand. I did tell Drew about me kissing him after surgery and Dawson telling me dudes don’t kiss dudes on the lips. Drew reminded me Dawson made that statement all the time, when he was continually fucking Drew, so what difference did it make him saying that now. Drew did have a point.
I filled coach in on Dawson’s surgery and his prognosis. Coach was relieved to know he was going to be all right. I told Coach we had no idea as to what kind of attitude he’d have for gay people once he fully recovered. Coach said any change in his attitude had to be better than before the tumor was removed. I had to agree. He said he’d go with me after practice to see Dawson at the hospital, if I wanted him to. I welcomed the company.
After showering with Ethan, Aiden and Andy, I sent them on their way and told Ethan we’d go to the frat later for the results of pledge week. We’d meet Chase there and Jake would go with us. Then I collected Coach and we walked over to the medical center. We were finally given admittance into the ICU and escorted to Dawson. He was awake and eating a little something. His eyes lit up seeing both Coach and me.
I grabbed Dawson’s arm and asked him how he was feeling. He said his headache was finally gone, although he had a different kind of headache now, one that wasn’t as bad, but he could feel it. I told him he had the top of his skull removed for the surgery, so that might have had something to do with his new headache. Dawson supposed I might be right. He did tell us that all the apprehension and tension seemed to be gone. He said he had a hard time remembering everything while he was in the Psych ward. I told him it was better if he forgot all of it, because he really wasn’t in his right mind. He said he could remember me visiting him there, and helping him with walking and some personal hygiene, but other than that, it was kind of a blur. I told him it was better if he just forgot it all.
Doctor Wayne dropped in while we were there to check on Dawson. I introduced him to Coach. Doc seemed pleased meeting Coach. It was if they had met before. There were a couple of little embarrassing smiles between the two that made me wonder just how well they were introduced before.
“So how you feeling, Dawson?” Doc asked him, as he reviewed his charts.
“Okay, I guess. Still kind of groggy, but I ate some dinner tonight. I guess I get a regular room tomorrow if I’m stable,” Dawson replied.
“I’m sure we can put you in a regular room tomorrow for sure. Your stats are very good. Won’t hurt to keep a close eye on you tonight, however. “How is your memory. Do you remember what happened to you?” Doc asked.
“Hell yes. I had brain tumor. They told me it was the size of a lemon of all things. How in the hell did it have room inside my head?” Dawson asked.
“It was a rather large one at that. It put a lot of pressure on your brain, no doubt about it. It was interfering with certain levels of thought and desire. We’ll talk about it more and do some tests when you heal up a bit. The man thing is that we removed it all. It wasn’t malignant, by the way, which is great. It looks like you’ve had it for a long time, but it was small for most of that time. All of a sudden it decided to grow and grow fast. Could have been a result of the beating you took this last summer. I don’t think we’ll ever know for sure, but it’s gone now. You’ll be a lot better off because of it,” Doc explained.
“Damn, I hope so. That sucker gave me headaches like you wouldn’t believe,” Dawson replied.
“I’m sure it did, Dawson. That was huge mass to pack into that good looking head of yours,” Doc replied. Dawson just smiled.
I was still holding Dawson’s hand in mine as Doc explained everything. He wanted to talk to me out in the hall. I had to let D’s hand go and followed Doc outside the room to talk.
“Dawson really dodged a bullet on this one, Josh. It’s a good thing we caught it at the time. Luckily, the tumor wasn’t malignant, so he won’t have to have any radiation or chemo treatments. He just needs to heal from the surgery, then we can kick him out. His speech seems to be fine. We don’t know about his mobility, other than we tested his sense of feeling earlier and those tests were fine. We ran the end of a pencil on his toes, feet, legs, hands and fingers to make sure he could feel everything. Doesn’t look like he lost any feeling anywhere. The brain is an amazing organ. It can fill in gaps that need filling in sometimes. We’ll get him out of bed tomorrow and see if he can walk okay. His urine we’re collecting seems to indicate his kidneys are functioning well. We have to make sure he eliminates waste properly. He hasn’t had much to eat to poop yet, but we’ll see tomorrow. All in all, he’s doing great. Now we just have to figure out about his memory. He knew you earlier, from what the nurses told me, and recognized you as his friend. He knew me. Those are great signs. Not sure how he feels about gay sex at the moment, but I’m sure he’ll tell us eventually. He was never shy in that area before. We’ll talk more and know more tomorrow. In the meantime, he just needs to rest,” Doc explained.
“Thanks, Doc. I’m relieved to know physically, he’s in good shape. Mentally, he seems pretty coherent, at the moment anyway. Like you said, we’ll have to evaluate him more later. I’m just relieved we found the problem, and he can hopefully lead a full life now,” I remarked. Doc gave me a quick hug and told me he was extremely relieved also, as he was extremely concerned about the deep denial stage Dawson was exhibiting before we discovered the tumor.
“So, had you met Coach before?” I asked. “You guys seemed to recognize each other. It seemed that way, anyway,” I suggested. Doc smiled.
“Let’s just say we’ve gotten together a few times before, quite a long time ago. Yeh, I knew him at one time. It’s good to see him again. He still looks great,” Doc replied.
We went back into the room where Coach was still talking to Dawson. Dawson was starting to nod off again. We needed to let him rest. I patted his arm and told him we’d see him tomorrow. He smiled at me, then Coach and I left with Doc. Coach shook Doc’s hand and told him it was good to see him again. Doc said, likewise.
On our way out of the med center, I asked Coach about Doc. Coach got a big smile on his face. “Okay, so we’ve slept together a few times. I knew him back in college. He used to be kind of wild back then. I guess this whole doctor thing made him more subdued. Yes, he was quite the guy. He has the nicest cock, Josh, and the most beautiful eyes. Was he ever built also. Damn, he was fine. Makes my cock hard just thinking about the times we had. I haven’t seen him in years. Don’t know what his situation is now,” Coach explained. I had to chuckle.
“He told me he had a partner, but didn’t say much about him. That’s about all I know about his personal life. I mean, he told me he was gay, when we first started treating Dawson for his mental breakdown. I guess he wanted to reassure me that he was capable of understanding what Dawson was going through. I like him, Coach. He was really good with Dawson in helping him to see things. We didn’t really know at the time it was a physical problem and not a mental one,” I explained.
“So, we really don’t know if Dawson is gay anymore or not, do we?” Coach asked. I had to chuckle. I told him time would tell.
I left Coach part way back, him heading to the natatorium and me to the bar. I told him I’d keep him informed. He thanked me for letting him go with me to the hospital. I told him to go anytime, as Dawson would probably appreciate having a friend drop by. He told me he would go with me again, but not by himself. He still didn’t trust Dawson. Who could blame him?
Jordan and Buzz were there at the bar having a beer when I got back. Jake and I joined them, needing to get something to eat also, since we had the program at the frat later. I gave them both a hug.
“Josh, we got word they were going to let Trent out of the hospital on Monday morning. They’ll process him out of the judicial system later that day, put him in a hotel overnight, then throw him on a plane early morning, Tuesday. He’ll be at the regional airport around 2:00. He can take a bus from there back here. The bus station is only a couple of blocks away, so he can walk from there. Not sure what Conner wants to do with him when he gets back. I assume he’ll have to deal with his parents somewhere along the line. By the way, they’ve been informed of his return also, so they may be here to meet him. Not only will we have Trent to deal with, but possibly them also,” Jordan explained. With everything going on, I didn’t even have the mental capacity to think about that situation at the moment. I was pretty sure Thad didn’t want to deal with it either, but it was bearing down on us whether we wanted it or not. Buzz offered his two cents by telling us good luck. I thanked him for that, asking him if he needed a delinquent roommate. Buzz said he’d decline, then grabbed Jordan’s arm, as if to ask for his help.
Jake, Ethan, Brady, Zach and I headed for the frat after dinner for the pledge induction. Chase was going to meet us there. He was waiting for us outside. I told him this was his frat house also now, so he could go in anytime he wanted. He said he felt more comfortable going in with us. I told him he needed to get over his shyness as all the guys in the frat were now his brothers. That thought made him smile.
We all congregated in the great room. Ted was there to officially welcome his new little brother, Chase. I stood behind Ethan. Jake stood behind Zach. Brady was there for moral support. Jack was there, but wasn’t saying much. I was sure Jack just came for the free beer. Taylor welcomed and congratulated the new pledge class, then went over the rules, some of which didn’t apply to Zach and Ethan, having received special dispensation from Taylor under the terms I asked for. Taylor also explained some of the fund raising activities the pledges would be expected to participate in during the year. He emphasized brothers helping brothers, only not in the terms I had expanded that dedication to mean last year. I was sure I had a much broader interpretation of that fraternal code, far beyond what it was intended to be. I liked my interpretation better, but for the straight guys, the one Taylor gave was sufficient.
I looked around for the twins, but didn’t see them at the small ceremony. I noticed the new pledge class had several other hot looking guys we were accepting as pledges. I kind of wished I was still studying at the frat to get to know some of these guys better. I settled on the satisfaction, there would be many opportunities to get to know some of the new guys through different social and work opportunities at the frat this year. Taylor finally finished his announcements, then invited us to mingle and get to know one another over a beer or two. He had a keg set up in the great room. While the keg beer was cheap shit, we did have a cup or two while meeting some of the new pledges. I had a couple of the new guys approach me and tell me I was famous for last year’s championship basketball game. I told them they were crazy, it was all in fun. They didn’t think so. I invited the guys over for a beer at the CNB sometime. Almost everyone I invited said they heard it was a hopping place. I didn’t bother to ask which night they heard was hopping, but I sure wanted to.
Ted came up to me and assured me he’d take good care of Chase. I didn’t have to worry about him. I told Ted, he needed someone like Chase, who was kind and considerate, unlike his last little brother that betrayed him. Ted said that still hurt. I gave him a side hug. I told him to come over to the CNB sometime and I’d buy him a beer and show him around. He said he’d like that. I patted him on his sweet tight ass as we parted. He turned around and smiled at me.
Taylor grabbed me and pulled me into the library, so we could talk privately. “Hey, just wanted to ask you if we could have some kind of party or mixer at the CNB sometime, if you wouldn’t mind. The Frat could spot the beer for the party. You could charge us for some kind of munchie food. I thought it’d be nice with the dance floor and sound system you have. It’d give the guys a chance to have a good time and all. Just wanted to run that by you and see if you thought it’d be okay,” Taylor explained.
“For you, Taylor, we’d love to do that. I’ll work out an exceptional deal for that. The Frat gets a discount. Let me know when you might want to have something, and I’ll put it together. We could do it on a Friday or Sunday night would be better. Friday night, I’d close early for a private party. I guess that won’t piss off the straight couples too much. Can’t do it on Saturday night or Wednesday nights, as those are our two biggest money makers,” I explained. Taylor said he’d heard about Saturday nights and how crazy they were. He also heard about Wednesday nights and all the screaming women.
“You know if you want to help out bartending or serving on a Wednesday night, you’re more than welcome to. Might meet a pretty lady there and get to know her,” I hinted. Taylor laughed, saying that might be kind of nice, but he wasn’t sure what types of women showed up on those nights. I told him every kind of woman showed up. He laughed, but said he might take me up on that some time.
It was getting late, and we still had some studying to do. We finally left. We hugged and kissed Chase goodbye outside. Ethan was somewhat startled over that. “Is Chase gay like you guys?” Ethan asked.
“Yes, Chase is gay. Why?” I asked.
“Wow, is there anyone you know that isn’t?” he asked.
We all said in unison, “YOU!” Then we laughed.
and I think Josh is going to enjoy teasing him with gay stuff Dawson enjoyed doing with Drew or him while recovering from the hospital
