Alliance of Gay Students

“I rolled on my back and closed my eyes. I touched his fingers; a calmness came over me. I was almost asleep when Spencer’s phone rang. I felt him move as he grabbed it and looked at it.

“It’s Kenneth. I have to answer it.”

Spencer held the phone so I could hear, too.

Spencer: Hello.

Kenneth: Garcin, are you OK. Mom and Dad are freaking here.

Spencer: I’m fine. Ryan isn’t. You remember Ryan, don’t you?

Kenneth: Yes.

Spencer: Do Mom and Dad?

Kenneth: No.

Spencer: Then it’s time to tell them. This has made me realize how precious things are. And there’s not always time. Put me on speaker.

Kenneth: This isn’t a good idea.

(Talking in the background)

Kenneth: OK, you’re on speaker with Mom and Dad.

Helen: Baby, are you OK; Ken says you are, but I want to hear you say it.

Spencer III: This is your father; tell your mother you’re fine so she’ll calm down.

Spencer: I’m OK, but my boyfriend Ryan got hurt.

Helen: You have a friend who was hurt?

Spencer: My boyfriend, Mom. My boyfriend’s name is Ryan.

Spencer III: Did you know about this, Kenneth?

Helen: Is he going to be alright?

Spencer: Yes, Mom. Two of our closest friends were killed, and we’re both having trouble dealing with it.

Helen: Oh, baby. No. Oh, I’m so sorry.

Spencer III: Spencer, you know you can fuck around without having a boyfriend.

Spencer: Yeah, I know, Dad. But I fell in love instead.

Helen: Well, I think that’s sweet.

Spencer III: Helen!

Spencer: Kenneth, have you heard from Vincent?

Kenneth: Who?

Spencer: The security guy you sent to spy on me.

Spencer III: How the fuck’s he know about that?

Helen: What have you been doing?

Spencer: Kenneth, Father needs to get him a lawyer. They’re saying that he killed the man who was shooting at us, and there’s some bullshit about charging him with a crime. He’s in the hospital because he was shot.

Helen: What?

Spencer: I’m hanging up now. We’re all really tired from all that’s happened. Bye, now.

The phone went quiet. We were quiet, too. I finally said, “You told your parents about us.”

“Yep.”

“You changed the plan.”

Spencer turned his head toward me. “I had to. You’re too important to me. Today made me realize what’s important. No matter what happens, we’re going to get our degrees. Remember when I told you about Homestead?”

“I do. You told me that you’d tell me more about it.”

“It’s an old house and some land in East Texas, near Lufkin. It belonged to my great grandmother. It belongs to me now. When my mother passed it to me, she made sure we didn’t tell my father about it. It’s in the name of a trust, so my name isn’t on it. It’s our home if we need it to be. The trust makes sure it’s maintained, so we could go there now.”

“Is it our back-up plan or should it be our main plan?”

“You want to marry me and move to East Texas?” Spencer asked.

“Yes, I want to marry you. I’ll move anywhere to be with you. East Texas wasn’t my plan, but it is really pretty there.” I rolled so my body was against his, my arm over his chest. I positioned my legs so they hurt the least. I closed my eyes. I felt Spencer’s arm wrap around my shoulder, and I drifted off to sleep.

The next day, the cafeteria was open again. The windows had been repaired; the place looked the same, but the atmosphere was subdued. I wanted to walk down, but Spencer insisted that I ride in the wheelchair. I soon realized why. He was pushing way too fast and trying to do silly tricks like popping wheelies. When I gave him a scornful look, he told me, “I want to honor Al and Todd, and maybe Vincent, by having the best life we can have, to realize the gift we have with each other. I grieve their loss, Ryan; they were my friends. But we can’t let evil win.”

I smiled. He was right. “I want a big helping of scrambled eggs with a side of ketchup.”

“Ketchup? You hate ketchup.”

“Yeah, but Al loved it on his eggs. I’m not going to have any on mine, but it will be like he’s here with us. For the rest of my life, I’m going to have a side of ketchup with my eggs just to remember him.”

Several of the guys at the table got up and came back with a little bowl of ketchup. When Spencer came back with our plates, Steve stood up; he held up his side of ketchup and said, “To those we’ll never forget.

I heard several people call out “Here, here”. Steve walked over to me and put his backpack next to me. “Those are Al’s things. I think you should read the purple notebook.”

“OK,” I nodded. As he went back to his seat, I looked across from me. Spencer was smiling at me. I knew that love was going to win out. “You’re crazy, and I love you.” I pushed myself up and leaned against the table. “Guys, I want to say something to all of you.” I looked out at them, and tears welled up. “I’m really emotional right now, but it’s a mix of things. I’m so glad to have all of you as my friends. I see how we support each other, take care of each other, and treat each other like family. We’re going to be OK.” I sat back down.

Spencer stood up and picked up his plate. “Are you ready to go back?”

I nodded. He took my plate and put them both in the dirty dishes pile in the corner of the room. We headed toward the back entrance. “Where are you taking me?”

“Out for some fresh air and then to my room. Bill needs some time away from us.”

“Bill does?” I laughed.

“Don’t get me wrong. I underestimated him in the beginning; well, he did give me lots of reasons.”

“You mean doing his girlfriend in front of us?”

“Yeah,” Spencer said with a sigh.

“Seems forever ago.” The wheel of the chair slipped into a groove in the pavement and jerked. The bag in my hand slipped and tumbled to the ground.

Spencer grabbed in and put it back in my lap. “What is that?”

“Steve gave it to me; it’s Al’s stuff. There’s something he wants me to read. What’s the plan when we get back to your room?”

“Oh, shit. I need to take you to the infirmary. I totally forgot.”

“I hate that word,” I looked down at my legs.

“Sounds like something out of World War I.”

“The Great War.”

‘Nothing great about war,” Spencer replied.

We were silent the rest of the way to the medical clinic. I was looked at, the abrasions were cleaned, and I was given some antibiotics just in case. I asked about taking a shower and was told as long as I didn’t scrub them, I’d be OK.

“Make sure to blot dry,” the nurse reminded me.

“I’m kind of disappointed,” said Spencer. “I was hoping I’d have to nurse you back to health. You’re healing too fast,” he chuckled.

“You’re my emotional support animal, baby,” I told him. “That’s more important.

“So you want me to sit in your lap and lick your face.”

“Fuck yeah, that sounds hot. Will you lick other places, too?”

“Maybe, depends.” He sounded serious.

“How about my nipples, will you lick them?”

“Certainly.”

“What about my balls?”

“Most assuredly.”

“And my dick. Will you lick the shaft up and down?”

“It will be my pleasure.”

“What about my ass? Will you lick around the rosie?”

“What the fuck? Are you crazy? Do you realize that shit comes out of that thing?”

“You were quite willing to put your dick in it,” I retorted.

“That’s different. I was horny, and I’m sure when I did it that I was just thinking about myself.”

“So, let me get this straight, when you fuck me, it’s about getting your rocks off. It has nothing to do with the fact that you love me and that you’re physically uniting with me. Nothing to do with giving me part of yourself when you fill me with your seed. Do I have that perfectly clear?”

“I think you understand the situation completely.”

“Hmmmm.” I pinched my lips together.

“So, when we get up to my room, are you going to let me fuck you?”

“Of course,” I replied. “Just because you’re a selfish prick doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy it.”

Spencer stopped pushing the chair, bent in front of me and kissed me. His tongue practically tickled my tonsils. I grabbed his shirt. “Don’t ever leave me Spence Greene; you are half of my heart.”

Spencer smiled. “I’ll lick your ass if you want.” He stood back up and began to push the chair just a little faster than before.

I muttered under my breath, “I knew you would.”

The wheelchair barely fit in the elevator. Spencer could not ride up with me; he pushed the button and took the stairs. He was waiting for me when the door opened. “I think I’m going to just walk from here on out.”

The first thing he did when we got inside his room was to start the shower. After helping me stand, he helped me remove my pants, making sure not to pull them across the scabs that had formed.

“How did you know I wanted a shower?” I smiled.

“Maybe because you bitched about it before we went to breakfast. I guess I need to get naked as well if I’m going to help you in there.”

“What a man. So willing to make sacrifices for little old me.”

“Shut the fuck up and get in the shower,” he laughed.

The hot water felt good. It stung a little on my legs. Spencer got on his knees behind me and spread my cheeks. “For fuck’s sake. What a filthy ass!” He lathered some shampoo and ran across my crack and pucker. “Shampoo that mop you call your hair,” he instructed.

I did as he told me, and once I had cleaned my entire body. He rinsed me then then showered himself. I had expected, at the least, a mini-rim job. I got nothing. He blotted me dry. “Spread your legs so I can dry your balls and ass.” As he dried me, I got really hard. Now, spread your cheeks, so I can make sure I didn’t miss any spots. Again, I did as he asked.

“Oh,” I exclaimed as his tongue maneuvered around my hole.

“I love a nice, clean ass,” he mumbled.

His tongue continued to massage my tight pucker. Then I felt a lubed finger probing me. He’d been reading anatomy books because his finger knew right where to go. I needed that. My mind drifted, and I saw colors, just amorphous colors. I sensed a change in how Spencer was touching me and then the pressure of his cock as it pushed into me. The motion was still slow, and he pulled me back against his chest. The vibrations of his barely audible moans transferred from his chest to my back. I began to push my butt up just slightly as he pushed forward. The change in the depth of his thrusts made me shiver, and I felt him hold me more tightly as he came.

We stood, not moving, His dick was still buried inside me. I squeezed my ass cheeks together. “Don’t move,” I whispered. “I want to hold you inside me like this forever.”

His hand moved up to my chest, and his head leaned forward onto my back. I could sense that his cock was losing rigidity. It popped out of my ass, and almost simultaneously, his phone binged.

“How long before you can fuck me missionary? I was to see those beautiful eyes as you take me.”

“I think I’m growing hard already.”

I turned to face him. I kissed him and grabbed his dick. It was wet from the lube and already growing hard. “Fuck me with this. I want you to fuck me hard.”

His phone binged again. And then again. I squeezed his dick; it was still rock hard. The phone binged again.

“Get it,” I said. “It’s too distracting.”

He stepped over to his desk and picked up the phone. “It’s my mother.” I saw his dick go soft immediately.

“Shit. She just left the airport; she’s on her way here. Fuck a duck. My dad’s with her.”