Gay Erotic Stories

Monday morning came much too quickly. We awoke to the alarm and showered together. We shouldn’t have. Brian slid his hands along my chest, raking through my furry chest hair, rasping my nipples, as he sank to his knees. He licked the head of my cock with his tongue before diving to the base in one swift motion. His warm breath puffed around my shaft as he caught his breath. His tongue worked miracles on me. His throat milked me and his wet mouth, bobbing back and forth along my shaft, brought me to the brink quickly.

I came, my cock shuddering on his tongue as he accepted all I had to give him. My head had been leaning back against the wall, but when I looked down at him, he licked his lips, savoring my flavor, before standing and holding my face in his hands. Between the lather and the water not to mention the long, drugging kisses, we were 20 minutes late getting to the construction site.

It had only been 8 days since I had shown Brian my scars and only a couple of days since we had become lovers. We hadn’t discussed how we would handle things or even what we would tell people. I didn’t think anything of it that morning; I was still glowing. But I realized I had never gone down on Brian. He had done so often, and really seemed to enjoy it. But, I associated it with what Jason had done to me. Somehow I knew that Brian understood that. I am definitely going to get past this. I want to share this with Brian and I need to do this. Soon.

After hopping out of the truck, I went to work and Brian went into the construction trailer. A couple of the guys at work commented on how it was obvious I had gotten lucky that weekend. I took their ribbing and went to work, knowing my face was glowing red and on fire. But, I wasn’t going to tell anybody about what Brian and I had shared. This was something we would need to discuss together.

About 11AM I needed to go into the trailer to check with the plans on a couple of ducting issues. I really only went in there to check the plans. But, I found Brian bent over his desk, reading some notes he had written. He was so beautiful. He is 6’ 6” and about 270 pounds. His dark, chocolate brown hair was shiny and slightly curly, mussed where he had run his fingers through his hair. His soft, deep voice came to me at the door; he was singing.

I was hard as a rock instantly. I dropped my hard hat and walked right up to him and rubbed my jean-clad erection against his ass. He went to stand up and I just pushed him down, his face flat against his desk. I reached for the front hem of his t-shirt and dragged it over his head, leaving the shirt around his shoulders and I began rubbing his chest; running my fingers through the thick, soft hair and rasping his nipples with my fingers. I heard and felt his breath shudder. I knelt down and undid his belt. I unsnapped his jeans and pulled them down his legs. He had his t-shirt wrapped against the back of his shoulders and his jeans around his ankles with his white BVD’s hugging his ass. I licked the back of his thighs as I pulled the waistband of his underwear down only enough to reveal his crack, keeping his stiff cock covered. I spread his legs enough to get my face in there, tonguing him until he opened then licked his hole with enough spit to ease the way.

I stood and opened my fly and released my straining erection and shoved into him with one swift, hard thrust. I was overwhelmed with the need to take him. I needed him to whimper and be helpless. I was an animal and lost to the sensations as I pounded into him.

He was moaning and groaning with each thrust. I reached around him and rubbed his shaft through his underwear. I wanted him to cum. I needed him to lose it. I didn’t understand what I was feeling, but I needed it. I became an animal rutting against his mate; using my cock to boldly tell the world that this was mine.

He was beyond grunting now, just panting heavily. I bit his back as I pumped, harder and faster. I felt him clamp around my shaft as he came. He spurted into my hand through his underwear and called out my name. I thrust a few more times before I exploded into him. The sound of Brian calling out my name as he climaxes always causes me to cum. After my cock stopped spurting, I collapsed back against the wall, sliding down until I was sitting, panting and trembling.

Guilt overcame me. I knew I had hurt Brian, forced him into having sex and forcing him to cum fast and hard. My God, I had raped him. I had never known this driving force and had been powerless; but it was no excuse. I was devastated; I thought for sure it was all over now. I threw my arm over my eyes and trembled while the tears slowly came.

I heard his keys jangle as he pulled his jeans up. I became hard again hearing him button his fly and the shifting of his shirt. I had just ruined the best thing that had ever happened to me and I get hard hearing him put on his clothes after fucking him within an inch of his life. I hoped he would leave rather than yell or scream. His knee popped as he knelt beside me, he touched my hand over my eyes. I lost it. I clung to him and started crying. Repeating over and over how sorry I was. “I’m so, so sorry, Brian.”

He pulled me away from him and looked at me; he looked confused. “Why are you sorry? I can hardly walk; my legs are trembling. It was wonderful.”

“Brian, I forced you. I took you against your desk. We didn’t even kiss.”

He chuckled then saw my pain and confusion and grew misty-eyed before hugging me close. His voice cracked as he told me, “Simon, I forget how innocent you are sometimes.”

He stroked my hair and soothed me with soft murmurs of love. “Simon, look at me,” he commanded and I raised my eyes to his. He cupped my face in his hands and rubbed his thumbs under my eyes to wipe away the tears.

“Simon, oh Simon. I am bigger and stronger than you. You could never force me to do anything. Do you have any idea how good you make me feel? How attractive I feel right now?” I shook my head at him.

“You needed me so badly, wanted me so much, that you came into the office and took me against my desk. Anyone could have walked in and seen us, and you didn’t care. You just needed me. We spent the weekend discovering ourselves, our bodies. Yes, we were gentle and loving, always considerate and always patient. But, we don’t always have to be. You needed me and I need you. When we love, we can be slow and steady or fast and furious. I love you so much.”

I curled against him then and kissed him the kiss we should have shared. I will always be grateful that he had found me. Happy, we kissed for a few more minutes. He pulled away and smiled at me, ruffling my hair.

“I am a mess, and grateful I keep extra clothes here. I need to go downtown to the office for a meeting. We will have to do some of my rough and ready fantasies when I get home tonight.” He took off his clothes, going to the desk and removing his spares. He looked at his sticky underwear and laughed. He simply went without. He walked up to me with his underwear in his hands and shoved them into my pocket, telling me to think of him until later when we could try out his fantasies.

I wanted to ask, but knew that since I had surprised him, he could surprise me later. The day was a wash for me. I couldn’t focus on anything but what Brian and I had shared the last few days. About three, the foreman sent me home until I could get me head on straight.

I went out to the pool once I got home and stripped before diving into the cool, refreshing water. I was floating on my back, wondering at how my life had changed so much that I could enjoy swimming and being naked again, when Brian found me. My ears were below the water so I didn’t hear him at first. But I saw his shadow as he got ready to dive in.

He broke the water as I stood up and surfaced right in front of me. He kissed me and slid his hand into my hair, pulling my head back and slurping and biting hard at my throat. I felt him hard against my belly and I instantly sprang to attention. He grabbed my arms and dragged me to the stairs, laying me against them and covering me with his body. He hooked his arms under my knees and pulled me closer to his hips.

He thrust his cock to the hilt inside me and began to thrust hard against me. The water sloshed around us and over my mouth and eyes. It was a little like being lost at sea. I felt him speed up and knew it wouldn’t be much longer before he came inside me. I was powerless against his thrusts and knew how Brian had felt this morning against his desk. Thinking of how much power I had given to him I instinctively knew he wouldn’t hurt me. It turned me on beyond imagining. He bit down on my shoulder and I came against his belly just as he stopped his thrusts and spurted deep inside me.

“Welcome home, Brian.” He laughed and kissed me. We went inside and had dinner.

He told me that the foreman had called him and let Brian know I was acting oddly. Brian decided then and there that we needed some time away from work to calm ourselves. But he didn’t think it would work. He laughed and told me he thought we would still be hot for each other when we were eighty, we would just be a little arthritic to go at it like we have been.

He told me we were off for the next two weeks. He asked me if I wanted to go somewhere. I told him how much I missed my father and would really like to go see him. He called the airlines and we were on our way in the morning to Oregon and home. We sat in the front of the plane. Both of us being so tall, he said the expense was worth it to fly first class. He almost talked me into escorting him into the bathroom to join the mile high club. I instead promised him a surprise when he least expected it.

We rented a car and drove to my old home. I wasn’t really nervous, just apprehensive, hoping, I wouldn’t panic like I had been. As we pulled into my dad’s driveway, I forgot to be anything but happy to see my dad again. We got out and walked to the door. I had always just walked in, but now, I didn’t know what to do.

I was saved when the door opened and there stood dad. He hadn’t changed at all. He was about my height and had the same golden hair that I had. I was a bit stronger and heavier, but we were a lot alike. He sputtered in surprise before grabbing me in a big bear hug, lifting me off the ground. He pulled me into the house and had us both sit down. We quickly caught up; all the while he kept reaching out to me, touching me as if to confirm I was really there.

I got up to fix dinner for the three of us. While chopping vegetables, I heard dad grill Brian. I was embarrassed at first, then pleased when I realized that they were both very serious about the questions and answers. I felt very loved.

That night, Brian and I crawled into my old bed. I had slept naked since Brian and I had gotten together, even though it had only been a few days. But in my old home, I couldn’t. Brian somehow knew that I was unsure of what to do and he just pulled me to him on the bed. I had only taken off my jeans and socks and he was in his BVD’s. He kissed me slowly, stroking my cheek with his hand. He pulled back from the kiss and wrapped me in his arms, spooning behind me and stroking my chest slightly until I relaxed. I drifted off and didn’t dream.

I woke up a little after dawn and I smelled coffee. I untangled myself from Brian’s embrace, and sought out the heavenly aroma. I walked into the kitchen and the last seven years vanished. There was dad, dressed for work, reading the paper, sipping coffee. I had walked into the kitchen to see this more times than I could count. I felt then that my running was a waste. I had missed him so much. My throat was tight as I grabbed a mug and sat across from my dad. He looked up at me and smiled.

“When your mom and I brought you home from the hospital, every night since then, I wondered at the miracle I had been given. I would check in on you and watch you sleep for more nights than I didn’t. I even poked my head in your room a few times after you were gone.” My face must have fallen; guilt overwhelmed me.

“Simon, you did what you had to do. You were dealt something so beyond your coping skills, you did the only thing you could. I’ve missed you every day that you were gone, but I knew it was the right choice. As long as you called every week, which you did, I still had my miracle.”

Tears had welled up in my eyes. I had missed him so much. For every excuse or apology I tried, he shut me down.

“I didn’t say that to hurt you. I admit I peeked in on you last night. Does he always hold you?” At my nod, he smiled. “He held you like you were precious to him, someone to protect and cherish. Your mom and I had that. When I took you on the Boy Scout retreat when you were nine, I hardly slept all weekend. My arms were empty. I made sure that Sunday you were tired out so when we got home, we put you to bed and your mom and I went to sleep. She hadn’t slept much either.”

It felt good to see him smile; he had done so little smiling before I left. He told me that he was going to take the rest of the week off. He got up to rinse out his mug. He turned to me and I knew he wanted to ask a question. I told him to go ahead and ask.

“Brian told me that the both of you were new to this and were unsure of how to go forward. What did he mean by ‘new to this’?”

“Dad, Brian was married for almost seven years. He and his wife ended very badly about six months ago. We are each other’s second lovers.”

“All that time, Simon. Alone?” To that I nodded. “No one to hold you, cherish you, love you?” I shook my head. “Oh, Simon. Your mom and I always wanted you to be happy. We didn’t want you to be alone.”

“I’m not alone, not anymore.” He walked up to me and held me for a moment. When he pulled away from me, he wiped his eyes and told me he would be home later. “I like Brian. A lot. I am very happy for you.”

After dad had gone, I went to shower and get dressed. When I was done in the shower, I was just stepping out when Brian came in. He smiled and grabbed me, surrounding me in a huge bear hug. He set me down and stripped off his underwear before hopping in the shower. I knew he took really long showers, so I got out of there to let him get to it.

I wrapped my old robe around me and was heading to my room to get dressed when I heard the doorbell. I went down the stairs, distracted by thoughts of dad’s conversation and opened the door wide. My heart stopped for a moment before thundering to life again.

Jason stood in front of me.

He hadn’t changed much. He was still dark and handsome. His black hair was cropped short, almost military-style. He sported a goatee and moustache and was wearing faded, worn jeans and a shirt under a leather jacket. He took off his sunglasses and there were his ice blue eyes, staring at me. I was transported back to the old gym and locker room. He had that same intense look about him.

Only now, he was stronger than before. I was taller by about 6 inches, but he was undoubtedly stronger. The room started spinning, the walls disappearing and being replaced with lockers and steam. I don’t know how I kept from curling into a ball and screaming. He smiled at me before stepping forward, as if to hug me, warm and caring.

“Simon, its good to see you.”

“Jason, what are you doing here?”

“I came to see you. To tell you some things.”

“Jason, please, I . . .”

“I love you. I couldn’t tell you before. My dad he just, he just didn’t understand. ‘Fags are the ruination of the country’. I wanted you, wanted to be with you, but I knew he wouldn’t understand. But now, we can. I love you and want to be with you.”

For the first time in over seven years, I got angry at what had happened. It is amazing what a little anger will do to panic. It makes it go away; amplifying the anger. “You love me? How can you possibly think that that is something I’d want to hear?”

He looked confused. “But, I do. I need you. I thought you would be happy.”

“Happy? Do you have any idea how much you hurt me? How long it took me to recover? How terrified I have been?”

He smiled at me again. “I didn’t mean to hurt you when I sent you away the morning after we were together. I wanted to bring you into the home and tell mom and dad how much I loved you. We can now. I was punished for not telling the truth. Now we can be honest and together.”

I realized then that Jason was not all there. He was either desperately mad, or else blocking out the memory of the gym. “Do you have any idea why you were in jail?”

“Yeah, I was bad. Mom told me that I was a liar and needed to always tell the truth. She told me I was guilty, but I don’t remember what I did.”

I needed to be cruel at that moment. Needed to give him the same pain as he had given to me. I opened the robe and dropped it.

He smiled at first, moving forward as if to embrace me. Then he saw the scars. He looked up at me with questions in his eyes. I then turned from him, so he could see my back. He looked at those scars as well. Then I dropped my underwear. He gasped as he saw the brand he had given me. The word so horribly etched into my flesh. I wrapped my robe back around me and turned around again. Jason was on the verge of tears.

“I had horrible nightmares while in jail; of you. Of you being hurt; blood everywhere. I thought they were dreams. I thought they were a lie that the police told me to scare me.”

Jason seemed very small at that moment. Then he collapsed against the wall and started to cry; huge, gut-wrenching sobs that could have woken the dead. At that moment, Brian came rushing into the room, a towel wrapped low and loose on his hips. He walked right to me and took me in his arms, wrapping me in security. Jason looked up then and stopped crying.

“I should go. I . . .”

“Jason, please leave. Don’t come back, don’t call, and don’t write. And leave my father alone, too.”

I saw something die in Jason’s eyes. I think then he learned that he had killed something fragile. He also seemed to realize that he couldn’t repair something so utterly destroyed. He stood up and walked to the door. He turned to me and told me he hoped I would be happy. That I deserved so much more than I had had before. He shut the door behind him and walked away. I turned fully into Brian at that point and held on with all my might.

He held me just as tightly. Murmured into my hair and stroked my back. He helped me upstairs and laid me on the bed. He lay down beside me and just held me. He didn’t talk and didn’t ask; he just held. That was when the tears came. I realized at that moment that I hadn’t cried about anything except Brian since my mom died. I hadn’t grieved for what had happened to me. I hadn’t cried at the pain, both physical and emotional. I sobbed for a long time and all the while, Brian held me and stroked my back, kissing me gently on the head from time to time.

My dad came home early and found us in my room, on my bed. I was still crying. He didn’t ask either. He just slipped off his shoes and crawled behind me and wrapped his arms around the both of us. I looked up and saw Brian look at my dad. The look was filled with so much emotion: fear, concern, gratitude that my father had come home to share the burden and that he was included in my dad’s comfort, but most of all, love, extreme and abiding for me.

I must have fallen asleep because I woke up alone in the bed. It was dark and I knew that I had slept the day away. It had been really early when Jason came by. I didn’t know when dad came home. I heard them talking outside the door before it opened. I saw dad embrace Brian and thank him for loving me so much. Brian just smiled and hugged him back. I smiled at them.

Brian shut the door and pulled off his shirt and jeans before crawling into bed beside me. He didn’t pull me to him; just relaxed on his back in his underwear.

I waited until his breathing evened out and I knew he was asleep. I got up and crept out of my room. I saw the clock in the hall on my way to the bathroom. It was after 11PM. I took a shower, washing away the tears and the grime of the day. I was soothed by the warm water; and as the water streamed down my back, over my shoulders, the fears started going with it. I no longer needed to fear Jason; I no longer needed to feel ashamed or lost. I had love and warmth. I knew what I needed, no, wanted to do.

I crept back into my room, staring at Brian’s prone form. I knew. I planted my knee at the foot of the bed. I noticed the whirl of hair on his calf, dark and thick, trailing up his legs, disappearing into his stark white briefs. He was such a large man. His shoulders so incredibly broad and waist so narrow; he was a muscular, strong man who loved me.

I lowered my chest down between his thighs. My armpits hooked lightly over each thigh. I trailed my hands over his thighs and raised them to the waistband of his briefs. I pulled them slowly off him, raising myself to accommodate their removal. He started to stir and I placed my hand on his stomach and stroked it lightly. My fingers pulled lightly on the hair covering his abdominal muscles. His skin erupted in goose bumps and he started to thicken below my chin.

He stood at attention quickly and I realized that he was huge: long, thick, and proud. With my hands on him before, I knew we were about the same size: him a little thicker, me a little longer. But when you had your eyes just a few inches from heaven, your perspective changes. I lowered my head and ran my tongue between his slit and the flared beginning of his crown’s underside. Flicking it back and forth quickly, I heard Brian sigh. I ran my tongue all around the flare of his head, lap after lap until he started to leak his clear fluid. I then tried to enter his slit with my tongue, lapping his essence, branding his taste on my memory. His large head was glistening, dripping with his juices and my saliva. I knew it was time. I pursed my lips and dove down, forcing him in me entirely until my nose ground into his pubic hair.

He bucked against me but quickly calmed himself. I loved it when he allowed me to completely pleasure him, lying back passively. It happened on his desk in the trailer: he was doing none of it; I did it all. With him buried deeply in my throat, I slowly shook my head as if saying no, but the slight movement caused his engorged and sensitized underside to rub against my tongue.

Brian cried out softly. I then raised my head to about halfway. I swirled my tongue around him and sucked hard once before releasing my suction. I opened my mouth just enough to breathe out. I sucked in air and fluffed warm air around his shaft. He moaned again. I then resealed my lips and started moving up and down. As I moved, I took my hands and rubbed his stomach back and forth with the same rhythm as I bobbed my head. After a few moments, he was beyond any other sounds but fast panting. I looked up and met his eyes, they were black and glassy; he was lost.

Somehow I knew if I sped up my movements he would cum, if I changed the suction, anything at all, he would trip over the edge. I didn’t. I wanted him writhing, on the edge, until he couldn’t hold off anymore. I watched as he clenched his jaw and tilted his head back and grabbed the edges of the bed. He had the edges of the mattress lifted in his strong grip and I knew he was going to take over soon if I didn’t end it soon.

With some regret that it would be over, I dove down to the base again and shook my head rapidly once there. I felt him thicken and stiffen in my mouth before he exploded. He was silent while he came, his mouth open but no sound came out. I pulled back a little to allow me to breathe. I reveled at the feel of his shaft twitching with each spurt of his warm juice. His taste was sweet and thicker than I thought. When the last of his spasms stopped, he collapsed his rigid hold on the mattress and completely relaxed. I bobbed a few more times on him to clean him up, taking the last of his cum from him. I raised off him and watched his shaft collapse against his belly. I rested my head over his belly button. He was trembling below me.

Brian reached out and grabbed my arms, dragging me to him. “Come here, sweetheart.”

He wrapped me in his big arms and held me tightly against him. He was still trembling and did nothing but hold me. After a while, the trembling stopped and his hands started to move on me again. He stroked my back and caressed my shoulders. His hand drifted down to my butt, and he stiffened when he felt the scar. He looked at me and I knew he had come to some conclusion. There was fire and determination in his eyes. He pulled away from me and kissed me lightly before turning me over.

He started at my feet. He brushed his finger along any scar he found. Once brushed by his fingers, he would trace it with his tongue, kissing it slightly and saying almost imperceptibly, ‘Forget.’

He moved up my legs and I knew he was near my knee, where surgery left more scars than the mirror had. Each scar was treated the same. ‘Forget,’ over and over he said it as he touched and licked and kissed each one. He got to my cheek, and its horrible brand. He kissed it just the same and commanded me to ‘forget.’ I was hard against the mattress. Emotion was riding me harder than Brian ever could. My throat was clogged with it. I needed some sort of release. As Brian shifted and moved up to lie on me, I was hoping it would be a sexual release. But, I was wrong; he just continued to minister to old scars, trying to erase the hurt. I felt tears, silent, cleansing tears trail down my cheeks. Once he reached my shoulders and had treated them, he rolled me over gently.

He saw my tears and lowered to my face, kissing them away. ‘Forget.’ He kissed my chest and arms, the surgery scar on my belly and repeated the word again. The tip of my penis brushed in the soft hair on his chest, the knot in my throat eased as the emotion found a second way to be relieved. He moved up me, leaving my aching erection alone again to plant himself at my throat. He found the tracheotomy scar and lapped it lovingly. “This saved your life. This is what allowed me to find you.” He kissed it again before raising to take my mouth in a hot kiss. He made me feel so much more than I ever thought I could. For the longest time I had felt damaged by the attack, unworthy of feelings. Now, I was grateful for the feelings. It wasn’t always pleasant, but I was alive.

He lifted me slightly and entered me. Once fully seated, he stayed in place, looking down at me. He moved his hands up to cup my face and keep me looking at him. He rested his elbows under my shoulders and his body rasped against mine as he slowly moved. He thrust gently, keeping the same pace. I felt him buried inside me and I started to grasp him with my body, pulling him, squeezing him. He kept up his slow, torturous pace for an eternity. If either of us built up too much, he slowed us down. He looked into my eyes the whole time. After a while of his exquisite thrusts, I noticed he was tearing up as well. I had had tears rolling down my face; overwhelmed by the emotional pull I was feeling build just as much as the sexual build up. The first tear dripped from his chocolate brown eyes onto my face, followed quickly by a second, a third, a gentle rain of his tears.

His voice was cracking as he spoke, “I love you so much, Simon.”

With that confession, I exploded against his belly and I felt him explode inside me as well. The whole time we stared into each other’s eyes. When the explosion stilled, he lowered himself to me. He was still deep inside me, and his chest rested on mine. Then he kissed me. This kiss was slow and sweet. His tongue brushed mine back and forth, slowly, gently like a slow dance or a tender caress. When the kiss finally ended, his body had calmed enough and his softened cock slipped out of me. He rolled us to our sides and continued to stare at me.

“You realize that this is forever, don’t you?” He asked me, knowing the answer, but wanting to reassure me.

I nodded at him; I didn’t need the reassurance. He was mine and I was his. That night, for the first time, I held him through the night. I slept on my back with his head resting on my chest, his leg thrown over mine and his hand in mine held tightly over my heart. My other hand slowly stroked his back and shoulders. Since I had slept most of the day away, I wasn’t tired. I took the time to think. I knew we would go back to Texas soon and that some changes needed to be made.

The next day, I told my dad that I was okay. He looked at me for quite some time, trying to read in my eyes the truth that I told. He must have found his answer, because he hugged me and smiled at me again. His smile always made me feel safe. We spent the rest of our stay in Oregon getting to know each other again.

One night we went out to eat at a restaurant. His boss at work recognized dad and came over to talk. When he saw me he was surprised and clapped me on the back. Dad talked about Brian and me, referring to us as ‘his boys.’ I was very, very grateful that Dad liked Brian so much. But, I saw how Dad’s boss looked at the two of us with a slightly disapproving look. I wanted to turn away. Then I saw Dad get angry at the look and wished the man a good night.

We went home that night; Brian tried to make things smooth, like he often did. It didn’t work.

The next morning, Dad cornered Brian and asked if he knew of any companies in San Antonio that could use an accountant. I was surprised that Dad thought that way. Brian just smiled and said that his company could use one part time and the architectural firm he worked with could use one too.

Dad looked up at me and smiled. “I’ve been away from you for far too long. Now I will simply be closer to my boys.” Brian and I flew home the next day. Dad followed us about a month later. At first he wanted to find a nice home in the city. Brian quickly talked him into staying with us. Since Brian’s house had the almost separate ‘mother-in-law’ suite, it could simply be a father-in-law suite. It had its own private entrance and was connected, but still private from the rest of the house. Brian moved all of his things back into the master bedroom upstairs.

Shortly after we got back from Oregon, I quit my job. I told Brian first of course. I couldn’t keep a job where I was sleeping with the boss. Brian told me he would make me a partner. I simply told him that I had been saving my money up over the past few years wanting to go to college. He had gone, but I was too busy running to go.

He still made me a partner. Once he announced our partnership in his company, he announced his personal partnership with me at the same meeting. It was quite the coming out party. He told me that since I couldn’t legally marry him, he would tie me to him in as many legal ways as was possible.

Shortly after Dad moved in with us, I did have some of my scars removed, the brand on my ass and some of the larger ones on my back. The others didn’t matter.

While in my first semester in college, I was in the bath soaking after finals. The warm water and Jacuzzi jets soothed my aching muscles and helped with the healing process. Brian found me there when he got home from work.

He had stripped before entering the bathroom. He sank into the warm water with me. He took my hand and held it until I opened my eyes and looked at him. He smiled at me and kissed me. I love the bathtub. We make love there at least once a week. And yes, I came again when he called out my name.

Brian and I are still together. Dad comes and goes; he dates occasionally and even stays out for a night or two, but I doubt he will find anything like what he had with Mom. I worry about him sometimes, but he seems truly happy being with Brian and me. He doesn’t intrude; in fact, we try to get him more involved than he is. He told me once that he was afraid he would go wandering, wanting to see his miracle sleeping again and walk in on an embarrassing situation.

Life is good. I am no longer lost and have found the greatest thing in life: love.

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