Gays of Our Lives: Book 5 (Chapter 101-125)

****Scene 1: Michael’s POV**********************

Harmony Park, 23 Main Street, 

It was dark outside, probably around eight or eight thirty at night when I arrived at the park. Earlier in the day I had received a text message from an unfamiliar number directing me to wait at the park. The number was a blocked number so there was no way to call them; but it didn't matter because I knew the message was from that evil deranged woman.....Regina DeVille. 

The matriarch of the town’s most dangerous family was behind the kidnapping of my son. It did not take long for me to find out that the DeVilles had been behind the whole thing; they were the reason my husband was laying in a hospital and they were the reason my son was away from his family and loved ones.

Regina had not only messaged me she had also sent me video messages gloating about what she had done. I couldn't go to the police with the information because she threatened the safety of my son. As a person I l try not to hold grudges, but honestly I don't think I have ever hated a person as much as I hated Regina for what she did to my family. I hated submitting to Regina; but no matter how much I didn't want to do as she asked I knew I had to because doing whatever that crazy woman said was the only way I would ever see my son again. 

I couldn't risk never seeing my son again. A man has to do what a man has to do. So as night fell I made my way to the Harmony Park. A place frequented by the citizens of my fair town. The weather may have been warming up, but this time it was pretty cold outside, so the park was pretty empty. I counted myself lucky that there was no one there to see me being blackmailed by that woman

I was thinking to myself when I heard a noise. It was sound of footsteps approaching. I turned to see what it was. I turned around just in time to see Regina dressed in a lavender suit dress stepping out of the shadows. The queen of mean was accompanied by two musclebound henchmen that didn't look they were there for the scenery.

“My my Michael so you decided to show up.” Regina smiled coldly.

“As if I had a choice.” I retorted. “You do remember that you are blackmailing me right? Or have you forgotten that you are threatening to keep my son away from me if I don't do what you say..”

“No Michael I did not forget.” She smiled.”I relish that fact. The idea that I could humble the noble and self righteous Chandler family by keeping their precious grandson from them brings joy to my heart.”

“What heart?!” I cried out. “Regina how can you have a heart when what you are doing to me his completely heartless? If you have a heart is filled with ice.”

“Can’t you see that you are destroying me by keeping me away from my son. It breaks my heart to be away from my son. Please just let me see my son. Please.” I pleaded.

“Oh Michael, don't beg its not befitting of a Chandler.” Regina scoffed. “Do you honestly think I would care about breaking your heart after what  you and your snot nose friends did to my husband! The thought is laughable.” There was no emotion in her eyes as she spoke.

“This is only the beginning of the hell that I will rain down on you and your friends for what you did.” She laughed wickedly. “My beloved husband is dead because of you. He is dead because of what you and your friends did.”

Regina we didn't do anything wrong.....Your husband felt into the water. He drowned. It was an accident. We didn't cause his death, it was just an accident. A horrible accident. Please you have to understand.”

“Your friends caused the death of my Alistair.....my beloved husband.” Regina continued. “And for that you all must pay.”

“Regina your beloved husband was trying to blow up a boat with a bunch of teenagers on it!”

“That is besides the point. My husband was simply trying to right a wrong that was done to him by the citizens of this pathetic town.” She replied.

“I have no idea what supposed wrongs you and your late husband believe the people of this town committed, but whatever it is I know it doesn't warrant the murder of hundreds of innocent people.”

“Why are you still talking about that anyway. Alistair has been dead for almost two years now. Just let it go all ready. All the anger you have in you will not bring him back. Regina you have to let it go....only then can you move on and heal....”

“Don't you want peace?”

“Michael my dear only one thing will allow me to have peace....”

“And what is that?”

“Only the destruction and ruin of every miserable soul in Harmony. I want everyone in this wretched town to suffer as I have suffered.” She smiled. “Once I have completed that goal then I will be at peace.”

“Well I’m sorry because I cannot allow you to do that to my family and friends. I love this town and everyone in it, so I will not allow you to hurt them or ruin their lives.”

“Michael you have no way of stoping me....this is only the first step to my plan. How could you even hope to stop me when you’re nothing but a stupid naive little boy. I bet you’re still wet behind the ears..” She laughed.

“Now listen up....and listen well.” She ordered. 

“If you ever want to see your precious little baby boy again you will do as I say. You will come to this address within twenty-four hours.” She added, as she handed me a piece of paper with an address scribbled on it.

“But! But thats.....”

“That’s in Italy!”

“Yes and I expect you to be there. I want you there by this time tomorrow and I don't want that annoying husband of yours to be with you.” She smiled. 

“But that’s an eight-hour flight.” I cried. “I can’t just leave the country and not bring Eric with me.”

“You will if you don't want him to get another bullet in his chest.” she laughed. “Do as I say or else you will never see your son again.”

****Scene 2: Edward’s POV**********************

Harmony Park, 23 Main Street, 

In my entire life I had never had to work to get sex. Being the tall and exceedingly handsome son of the wealthy Duke of Wiltshire I found endless sex partners in London and throughout Europe as well. But now I was in the United States all because a handsome man had caught my attention last summer in London. His name was Michael and I couldn't get him out of my head. From the very first day I saw him I desired him. I desired to be with him. I wanted him...I wanted to make love to him. To be inside him. Every day from that first day I thought of nothing but him. Every night I closed my eyes. I only saw him. Even when I wasn’t asleep. I thought of nothing but him. Weeks went by, months even I still thought of only him. 

I had men devoted to pleasing me sexually; in particular Ajax, Ahmed, and Kye but after fucking them ruthlessly over the past several months my dick craved something new.....something fresh. That’s when I decided that I had to fuck him.....Only after I slid my dick inside Michael’s tight ass would I be able to get over him.

It was with that goal that I followed him to America. After weeks of trying to convince Michael that I was the better man in comparison to his penniless husband I found myself no closer to getting into his pants.. I was frustrated that I had to work so hard to get some ass. Getting ass had never been so hard. Michael was playing hard to get. But I was determined I was going to get his ass. 

You would be surprised to learn that there are quite a few straight-acting men who like nothing more then being fucked in the ass. Not that Michael was straight, with the way he was head over heels in love with Eric.

I’ve met many mates that like nothing more then dicked down my handsome stud. Add that to the fact that I have a big dick between my legs and its a real winner.

I know it might seem like I’m incredibly self-centered but if you saw me you'd bend over for me. Few men and women can resist me. Not only are my features pleasing to the eyes.....Green eyes, well-formed nose, pink rosy lips, tall, dark and handsome. When I drop my pants and my cock is swinging freely between my legs. How could anyone resist a taste a schlong so big. Those men I mentioned earlier certainly can’t resist my cock. Within seconds they’re on their knees sucking on the pole dangling between my legs. It truly is a marvelous sight to behold.

*****

I was walking in the park when I stumbled upon Michael engaged in a very intense conversation with this white-haired woman. I didn't know who the woman was but she didn't seem to be of the friendly nature. 

I was just about to say hello when I noticed that strange white-haired woman was accompanied by two burly musclebound hulking men. I call them men but they were really just thugs, men that sole purpose had been to threaten Michael. But why?

Hiding behind a large oak tree I listened carefully to every word that Michael and the white-haired women exchanged. From my unique hiding spot I was privy to every word they shared. I listened closely with my ears until that white-haired women left with her two henchmen.

As soon as I sure the coast was clear I emerged from my vantage point and I approached Michael just as he was about to leave. Now that I think of it I think it would have been better if I had spoken before I approached him because I gave him a little scare.

“Michael I really am sorry for scaring you like this. I didn't mean to sneak up on you. But I think we need to talk.”

“Edward I don't have time to talk with you.” Michael sighed. “I have to get going. I have somewhere that I need to be.”

“And where is that?” I replied, placing my arm between Michael and his path to freedom. “Where do you have to go in such a hurry?”

“Ummm.” He began.

“Michael before you try to make up some excuse as to what you were doing here in the park with that strange woman, just know that I know what she’s making you do.”

“What do you mean you know?” He gasped in shock. “You were listening to our conversation?”

“Listen man, I didn't mean to overhear what I heard, but I’m not sorry that I heard what I heard. Because now I can be the one to help you.”

“Help me with what?” He continued. It looked as if he would continue to act as if everything was fine and dandy. But I was not going to humor him.

“Look Michael why don't you cut the crap.....I know what’s really going on. I know what that white haired woman is making you do, and I know she has your son.”

“Yes ok fine!” Mike yelled. “She has my son, and she’s making me...I don’t. I can’t .....And I don't know what to do.”  He tried to get the words out but all he was doing was breaking down.

He looked at me with such despair in his eyes that it made me want to cry. It made me so sad to see him like that because I had only ever seen the determined and stubborn side of him. All I wanted to do was to take him into my arms and hold him and kiss him, and make him feel better.

“And she wants me to go to Italy.....and without Eric.” He added. “Not to mention I think they still have Kayla and her baby. Nobody has heard anything for months.

“Michael just relax. Everything is going to be just fine. You are going to see your son again and that I can promise you.”

“How can you promise me that?”

“Because handsome, you and I are going to Italy together and we’re going to rescue your son and Kayla and her newborn.”

“Edward are you crazy! You heard what Regina said, I can’t bring anyone to Italy with me. I have to do this alone.”

“Michael I heard what she said. She never said you had to come alone she simply said you couldn't bring Eric. My name isn't Eric its Edward and I’m coming with you.”

“And I’m not taking no for an answer. And how about we take my personal jet to get us there.”

“Why would I take Your Jet when there is a perfectly good Chandler Jet waiting at the corporate hanger? We, I mean I can just take that.”

“No you can’t, because the minute you board your family’s company Jet, people are going to question why you are flying to Italy while your son is is still missing.”

“Eric is going to wonder why. Who’s to say he doesn't follow you to Italy and cause my harm to good when you should be focused on rescuing your son?”

He sighed in response.

“Face it, Michael you need me and my resources. My Jet can be fueled and ready to go in a few hours. We’ll have your friend and your son home in no time.”

“What do you say?”

“Ok fine.” He finally relented. “I’ll go with you, but I don't want you to try anything. And I don't want you to say a word to Eric.”

“My lips are sealed.”

****Scene 3: Eric’s POV**********************

Harmony Hospital, 6024 Main Street, 

“Huh? What are you guys talking about?” I repeated. “What do you mean I was asleep?

“Eric you’ve been unconscious for the last few days.” Haley blurted.

“Where is my son, where is Kayla?” I interrupted, as I attempted to sit up in the bed. “Are they ok? Did the police find them?”

“Baby just relax you need to rest. You were out for quite a while. I’m so worried for both of them but the police are doing everything they can to find our son and Kayla.” Michael replied, looking solemn.

Even while he was hiding his fear I could see it on his face. I could read my husband like a book. I was terrified at never seeing our son again.

“You guys tell me I’ve been unconscious for a few days and they still haven’t caught that bitch.” I growled. “Obviously the police are not doing  enough to find her. I should do something.”

“Eric there isn't anything you can do.” Jake chuckled. “Man you can barely even walk and besides who knows where that girl is.”

"We have to do something.” I pleaded. “I can’t just sit on my hands while other men find my son. I’m not that kind of man. I need to something... Now.”

“Baby, the police are doing everything they can.” Michael sighed trying to comfort me. It was a sudden change, because usually I was the one having to be brave for him but now he was bring brave for me. God I love this man.

“Eric the police are searching across the eastern seaboard looking for her. They will leave no stone unturned least they want to face the wrath of Victor Chandler for failing to locate his great grandson.” Charlotte giggled. Johnny’s face and that filthy woman are all over every newspaper in the country......”

“I’m counting down the days tell they find that bitch......because I’m going to give her a piece of my mind for taking my son.”

“Charlotte you can’t really be thinking about trying to confront that girl.” Haley blurted. “That girl is crazier then you......ermm....I mean she must be missing a few screws.”

“It would be better to just let the police handle her.”

“I’m not going to sit by and let the police handle her when I’m the one that needs to handle her.” Charlotte growled. “And if you think I’m going to sit by and just let it be you are the crazy one.”

“Haley I have to agree with Charlotte.” I said, sitting up in his hospital bed. “There’s no way in hell we can just sit back and let this wacko escape with my, our son. I’m not going to do that.”

I tried to say something else but my throat suddenly became dry. It was a feeling a couldn't describe to you. All I know is that I couldn’t breath and I felt like I was going  to be sick. After coughing a few seconds I regained composure. 

“Eric you have to relax. You’re still not fully healed and I think this changing weather is making you sick.” Michael, my loving husband smiled, laying a comforting hand  over my shoulder.

“Babe I’ve got to do something.” I replied. “I just can’t sit here and do nothing. You know I’m not that kind of guy.”

“Guys can I have some alone time with my husband? There is something I have to discuss with him.” Michael added.

Within seconds our friends filed out of the room like an army on the march. Michael shut the door behind them and turned to face me.

“Eric there is something that we have to talk about.” He started. “I really don't know how to say this.....but.”

“But what? What are you trying to say baby?” I replied nervously. I didn't know what he was talking about, but I wanted to find out. Right away.

“Baby what are you talking about?” I blurted, raising my voice slightly to get him to respond to me.

“Eric I have to go.”

“Go where? What are you talking about?” I chuckled. “What are you? Where are you going?”

“I have to leave the country for a little bit, but I promise I’ll be back.” He answered. There was look on his face like there was more to the story. But he didn't want to tell me.

“What the hell do you mean you’re leaving the country?” I laughed. “You’re leaving the country when our son is still missing. Michael are you going crazy?!”

“No Eric, I’m not going crazy. I want you to understand I’m doing this because I love you and I love our son. When I come back our son will be with me, I promise you that.”

“Michael you have to let me come with you.” I protested. “Come on babe just tell me where you are going so I can come along. I want, no I need to be there for you and our son.”

“Eric you can’t come with me. You can barely stand. There is no way in hell I’m going to let you come with me. I cannot rescue my son, if I am worried about if you are going to collapse over.”

“Baby you need to stay here in this bed and get better. You do so many wonderful things for me.....just let me do this one thing. I’m going to bring our son home my love.”

“We will all be together in time for Kevin and Kayla’s wedding.”

“Ok fine if I can’t go with you will you at least tell me where you are going. Please.”

“Eric I wish I could tell you that but I can’t. If I tell you or anyone anything it could mean that I might never see my son again. I will say that it is in Europe....that is all I can say.”

“Once our son is safely back home with us I will tell you everything. Just stay here and get better my love.” Michael smiled, planting a kiss on my cheek.

I wrapped my arm around his back and pulled him into my chest. Sticking my tongue down his throat I kissed him hard. My hands roamed around my husband’s tight body as we made out.

“God I want to fuck you,” I grunted, biting down on Michael’s neck.

“Are you sure?”

“Sure about what?” I laughed.

“You and I having sex. Are you sure we should be having sex in here? What if someone catches us?”

****Scene 4: Michael’s POV**********************

Harmony Hospital, 6024 Main Street, 

“So what if someone catches us? It’s not like we haven’t been caught in the act before” Eric chuckled. “And if someone does stumble upon us getting busy we can tell them you were helping me with an itch or something.”

“Helping you with an itch, hahah.” I laughed. “Eric that’s a good one. I don’t think any person with eyes would mistake us making love, for anything other then what it is.”

“And what’s that my sweet baby?” Eric smiled at me.

“Sex.” I cried, breathlessly.

“And what’s wrong with that?” He laughed loudly.

“Nothing is wrong with that. How about you just kiss me already.” I replied, as I leaned in and pressed my lips up to him, waiting for him to kiss me.

Eric leaned in close to me, our lips were almost touching. I could feel his breath on my face as I his hands moved down to my crotch.

“Baby I love you.” Eric whispered, as he wrapped his hand around my cock, staring deeply into my eyes. Leaning closer to me he slowly started to kiss me. When our lips met it was as if my whole body had been ignited in a fire of passion.

Letting his lips linger on mine, I took the moment into my own hands (or lips if you will) by kissing my husband back, just as hard.

I raised myself up so that our faces were parallel to each other. It was at that moment that we truly started to make out. Pretty soon we were sucking on each other’s faces, our lips pressing hard against the other an our saliva mingling together.

For someone who was suffering from a gun shot wound, Eric was surprisingly strong, a fact I realized when he rolled me over onto the bed. With his tongue all down my throat Eric continued massaging my dick through the fabric of my jeans

“Ohhhh, uhhhhh.” I moaned into his mouth, a I felt Eric’s grip tighten around the base of my cock. He had me right where he wanted me.

“Oh god, am I hurting you?” He cried breathlessly, as he suddenly pulled away from me.

“No Eric you’re not hurting me.” I smiled back at my gentle husband. “What you are doing to my cock....it feels.....so”

“So fucking good. Your hand feels so fucking good on my dick. Please don't stop baby.”

Eric’s face suddenly turned bright red as he started blushing. He was blushing hard. “Aww thanks.” My Eric smiled at me before he returned to sucking on my face..

Eric and I laid there in that hospital bed making out, our mouth connected as our tongues did battle.

“I want to fuck you now,” Eric muttered, his hand still wrapped around my throbbing member. By that time my dick was leaking profusely; precum was pouring from the head like a leaky hose.

“I want you to fuck me, but I don't want you to hurt yourself by rushing into it.”

“Babe relax I’m not going to hurt myself making love to you. If anything pounding your hole is going to make me feel much better.” He laughed.

“But if it will make you feel any better I promise I’ll go slow this time around. I promise.”

There was a brief pause before Eric continued speaking... “Are you going to keep me waiting or are you going to strip and let me get a taste of that delicious ass.”

Closing my eyes I laughed to myself. “You think you’re so funny don’t you?”

“No I think I want my dick inside that hot ass of yours..” He chuckled, as he pulled at my pants.

“Since you asked so nicely.”  I turned around so that my ass was on full display right in front of Eric’s face. I pulled my jeans down exposing my naked ass to the warm air.

I felt Eric’s lips touch the back of my neck, and thereafter I felt wet kisses along my backside as he worked his way all over my body. He continued to kiss down my back until he reached my ass. He grasped hold of my ass cheeks, slapping them to make them shake. He enjoyed watching  my butt shake and jiggle.

The moment I felt his head between my ass cheeks, I threw my ass back and was confronted by his wet tongue. God it felt good.

“Please don't stop.” I begged.

He didn't stop, he instead started kissing my ass, using his hands to push them apart.  He exposed my soft tender hole to the warm air, digging his tongue over my soft spot. The more he pushed my ass apart the deeper his mouth wandered into my inviting hole. My hole twitched in pleasure to the flick of his tongue.

“OH GOD.” I grunted as I felt Eric’s large wet tongue plunge deep into my waiting asshole.

He laughed a little, and I felt his face tense from between my cheeks. Damn that stubble on his face tickled my ass. After he had finished laughing to himself, Eric began slurping up the sweet juices of my hole. He drink that sweet nectar like it was ambrosia.

“You like that? Baby.” He grunted loudly, still hard at work feasting on my ass.

“Mmmmm baby, just like that.”

“Oh yes....”

“Baby you like the way I kiss that sweet hole of yours. It tastes so fucking sweet. My god I could lick your hole all night long....My god you’re so cute.”

The next few minutes, Eric spent tenderly pleasuring my hole, spitting on it, rubbing his wet tongue all over, and lapping all of the man juices. My hole was begging for him to fuck me.

His tongue felt absolutely amazing on my hole, but my hole wanted something more then just a tongue. My ass wanted a good pounding, the kind only my husband could give me.

Eric continued to pierce my hole with his thick tongue, just as he continued spreading my ass cheeks. My ass was covered with his spit and saliva. 

“Fuck me.” I  cried, pushing my ass upwards to meet Eric’s face. He buried his face between the mounds of flesh before him. He seemed to be enjoying eating me out immensely; honestly I think he’s taken his head from out of my ass just for air, only to bury his head right back between my cheeks.

My hunk of a husband ran his wet tongue back and forth over my puckering asshole, before he proceeded to poke my sweet spot with his tongue.

As Eric teased my hole with his tongue I writhed beneath him in pleasure. “Ohhhh fuck..... that.....feels so.....g-good.”

“You like that baby. I know you like that babe. That fucking hole tastes so food. I love eating you out. Fuck.” He muttered, his head still buried in my ass.

All of sudden Eric pulled his tongue out of my hole. I felt his hands gripping my ass cheeks. Before I could speak, I felt him stick a saliva covered finger down my crack. His slick finger was followed by another digit, that he promptly pushed deep inside of me. He pulled his fingers in and out, going slow as he worked my hole over.

“Oh my God! Your hands feel so....that feels so good....Fuck.” I groaned loudly, as I felt Eric’s large fingers stretching my hole. His hands felt incredible as he pushed one digit after the other deep inside me

“You like that babe?” Eric grinned. “You want me to stick my fingers deep up that tight little ass of yours?”

“Tell me you want it.” Eric laughed, as he slapped my ass hard with his free hand. “Tell me baby.”

“Fuck...” I grunted as his finger began to poke at my prostate. “Yes baby stick it in me!”

“Yeah baby, you like that? You like when I play with your ass.” Eric chuckled, as he slapped my ass with his free hand. 

“Baby I love it.” I moaned loudly.

"You want another finger up that tight hole of yours?”

“Yes baby, please Eric stick another finger up my ass. I want to feel those thick manly hands stretching my hole. Fuck me.”

Eric grunted a response and then proceeded to shove another slick finger deep inside me. He pushed it deep inside me until it could go no further. After that he took turns pushing one finger in and after the other, letting it twirl around my ass....making my insides feel good.

“Ohhh fuck.” I groaned, feeling the effects of Eric’s fingers on my prostate. My whole ass was by that time covered with Eric’s saliva; I was wet and ready.

Time went on and the room was soon filled with the sounds of moaning as well as the sound of fingers sliding in and out of my wet hole. It felt amazing to have Eric drilled my hole with his fingers.

“Baby you want me to fuck you now?” Eric grunted, while shoving yet another saliva covered finger deep into my hole until he was knocking on my prostate.

“Yes fuck me please.” I pleaded. I could feel my hole twitching in anticipation for Eric’s cock. “Please Eric. Fuck me please.”

“Tell me how much you love it baby and I’ll fuck you. I want to hear you say. it.”

“I love it.” I muttered.

“Say it louder, I can’t hear you.”

“Ohhhhhh Eric. I love it” I grunted loudly. “I fucking love. Oh Eric! I need that big, fucking dick inside of me. I need it now. Please Eric Fuck ME!

“Oh Eric please fuck me.!”

“Fuck me.”

STAY TUNED........