****Opening Title*****************************************************

*hot guy fades into light,

First his sculpted torso and chiseled abs, followed by his pecs, followed by his bulging biceps then finally his gorgeous face, a face created by Angels comes into view.

"Like the hot guy of our dreams so our the Gays of Our Lives"

Hot guy flexes his muscles

*Title sequence fades out

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

The day had finally arrived. The day Eric would be getting out of the hospital; both his mother and I had taken up the task of bringing him home. Other than the ranting she was doing from learning about Eric being in the hospital because of gunshot wound Eric’s mother seemed her usual cheerful self. Which begged the question how much did she know about what exactly. Mrs. Smith was a housewife so she must have seen the news; maybe we should excuse her because she was after all out of town.

When we got to the hospital Mrs. Smith decided that it would be best if I went into Eric’s room and helped him get dressed. Somehow she just knew that her son would rather me help get dressed then her; also I think she might have realized her baby boy would rather have his fiancé see him naked then his mother. As soon as I shut the door to his room I turned to look at Eric; I missed seeing him every day at school, at my house, and around town. When I looked at him, Eric looked sad. I’ve seen a lot of sad people but Eric looked distinctively sad. He didn’t look at all like an ecstatic patient about to be released from the dreaded hospital and its bedpans and burly female nurses giving awkward sponge baths. No, Eric looked like someone had taken away his whole world or like he was about to be sent off to the gallows.

“Eric, what’s wrong?” I asked. “You should be so happy to be getting out of this hospital bed. I know how aggressive Nurse Jackie can be with her sponge baths. When we take you home I could give you a proper bath……one a whole lot less aggressive and a little more fun.” I winked.

“Babe I can’t wait he said.” With a smile. “If there’s one thing I won’t miss about this hospital its Nurse Jackie’s sponge baths. I felt like I was being violated.” He tried to laugh a little. The smile that he had on his face went away just as quickly as it had come. This did not go unnoticed by me.

“Eric what’s wrong?” I repeated. “You were smiling a second ago and now you look like your whole world is crashing down. Eric if this is about you not being able to walk…….just cheer up. The doctor said that the paralysis was temporary so you should be walking in no time.” I smiled.

“No it’s not about that.” He replied. “Babe I am really upset about not being able to walk. I really am trying to stay positive and hope for the best. But I don’t know what to do.”

“Well if this is about your father, you don’t have to worry about him. He’s locked up and he’s probably going to spend the rest of his life in jail for what he died. Eric your father can never hurt you, me, or anyone else we care about.”

“Michael that’s not what this is about.” He stated firmly. “I don’t want anything to do with that man after what he almost did to you. I’m not going to waste my time feeling sorry for him.”

“Then what is this about?” I pressed. “Why are you so sad?”

“Because I tried….I tried…..” he cried. His eyes welling up with tears as he spoke. “I tried…. And I tried…. I tried all night….but nothing.”

“I really tried.” He continued.

“Eric what did you try?” I cried. “Eric you’re not making any sense. What are you trying to say?”

“I tried to get hard.” He said, looking up at me with those big beautiful eyes of his. “I really tried.” He repeated. “Usually the mere thought of you gets me hard as a rock……but last night nothing……fucking nothing at all.”

“The hospital even let me borrow one of those pornographic videos they keep on hand for when guys need to jerk off into those cups.  Ten minutes into the damn thing and my dick was as flaccid as I deflated balloon.”

As Eric was talking I walked over to where he was and sat on the edge of the bed closest to him so that we were looking into each other’s eyes.

“The only reason I watched the damn thing for the full hour was because it had a good dialogue and was nothing like those cheap sleazy stuff they put up.”

“Eric is that all you think you are to me” I declared. “Do you honestly think that you are just some dude I call whenever I want to get off? Or whenever I want to get some?” I cried.

“Eric you should know by now that you are so much more to me than just some guy who’s jumping my bones. You mean so much more to me than that.”

“I love you.” I said placing an emphasis on the you. “I love you not your dick. Hell yeah your dick is good….screw that it’s fantastic, but you are the one I want to spend my life with, not the appendage.”

“Do you really mean that?” he asked, his eyes filled with tears. “What if I never walk again? I’ll be nothing but a failure.”  When he looked up at me with those big blue eyes filled with tears I wanted to melt; anyone would….but I told myself that I had to remain strong for myself and for him; for both of us.

“Eric of course I mean it.” I cried. “What the hell do you mean a failure? You’re a hero you saved my life, if you hadn’t shown up when you did I wouldn’t be here right now. Now get over you big lug and give me a hug.”

“Babe I love you so much!” he cried.

He threw his arms around me and we kissed. It was so sweet to feel his lips on mine once more. To think that if thing had went the other way and he had bled to death; was too horrible to imagine. Because more than anything else I treasured kissing him and holding him in my arms. His legs may not have been functioning but his arms were stronger than ever.

“Eric I love you too.” I said. “And I know you love me but you’re crushing my organs and I was supposed to be getting you dressed.” I laughed. It was supposed to be a laugh but it sounded more like a cough.

“Dude I just really missed you.” Eric chirped. “I’m sorry about that dude. I’ve just been feeling so down lately and I really needed that.” I couldn’t blame him; if I was in his place I would have done the same thing. Besides when Eric hugs you, he hugs you.

“I can see that you missed me.” I chuckled. “But I still need to get you dressed. You can’t very well go outside in this patient’s robe, it’s still technically winter.”



****Scene 2: Eric’s POV********************************

After Michael finished helping me get dressed, we all left the hospital together. I felt completely and utterly useless, because my mom and Mike had to help me into the car on account of my legs not working. My mother is a tiny woman and while Mike’s muscular he’s not has big as me when it comes to stature. To say that I was embarrassed would have been a very accurate observation.

But the car-ride with my boyfriend and my mother was more awkward than anything else. My mother had completely no idea what had really happened the night I was shot. The only thing I had told her was that my father had accidently shot me; because if I told her why I had really been shot that would have naturally led to more questions that would have eventually forced me to reveal what my father was hiding from the world. I couldn’t be the one to tell my mother what my father had done because that would have broken her heart.

So the entire car ride was spent in complete silence. Every now and then my mother would start up conversation; she would get on the topic of how exactly I had wound up in the hospital with a bullet in my side and my father in jail. I would avoid the question by feigning tiredness. Because she was concentrating on driving my mother let the questions go unanswered for the time being. We finally reached my house; thank god I still didn’t have to tell my mother what had really happened.  I don’t even think she knew my father was in jail; she had been out of town for the last few days so she was completely in the dark.

“Eric It just doesn’t make any sense.” She said.  “Why would your father accidently shoot you and then take off? Shouldn’t he have been at the hospital?”

“It just doesn’t make sense.” My mother said, shaking her head. “That’s not like your father at all..........He’s excellent with a firearm, he’d never use a gun in the house let alone fire it on accident at his own son. He knows how to use a gun.” She exclaimed. She was right about one thing; my father definitely knows how to use a gun. The only problem he was trying to use it on my boyfriend so I had no choice but to step in front of the gun. I know that wasn’t a smart thing to do, but there was no way in hell I was going to let my own father kill my boyfriend.

“Mom I don’t know what dad was thinking.” I lied. “I think he might have been trying to show us something and that’s when the gun went off. He couldn’t believe he actually shot me and he was so torn up by it.” I said. At least the last of what I said was true.

“And to just take off like that.” She continued. “It just doesn’t make any sense. I called his phone like five times but it just keeps goes straight to voicemail.”

“Mom I know just has much as you do.” I lied. “I don’t know where dad could be.” In actuality I knew exactly where my father was; he was in jail for shooting me and the attempted murder of two people. I knew and Michael knew it too, so when I feigned like I didn’t know anything Mike shot me a look that read “What the hell are you doing?” I shot him one back.

“And another thing…..” my mother added. “The living room has two bullet holes in the wall and I know for a fact they weren’t there when I left last week. Eric do you know anything about that?”

“Mom I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I replied, when in fact I did. “Mom I think Mike and I could use something to drink, it’s been a long day. Could you fix us a cup of tea?”

“Ok I’ll go put a pot on the stove right now.” She said, walking off to the kitchen. As soon as she walked out of living room, Michael turned to me. I could read his face like a book. “Eric what the hell were you thinking?” he said.

“Eric don’t tell me……you didn’t tell your mom about what really happened?”

“No I didn’t.” I shot back. “I couldn’t bring myself to tell her the awful things my father has done to her and this family. I just couldn’t do it.”

“What if she sees the news?” he asked. “Eric you are going to half to tell her before someone else does. She’s bound to find out one way or another. You have to be the one to tell her.”

“I don’t want to be the one to tell her. I love my mom; this will break her heart and I couldn’t bear to see her face…..this will crush her.”

“Eric so you’re just going to hide the truth from her forever?” Mike asked.

“No babe I’m just going to wait until this whole thing blows over.” I said. “Then when the time is right I’ll be able to find some way to tell her; I hope.”

“Eric what do you mean blow over?” Mike gasped. “This thing isn’t just going to blow over……your father is going to go to jail and before that he’s going to be put on trial. She’s bound to hear about it and what really happened.”

“Babe I’m not going back to school for a while.” I said. “I’m going to be right here for however long I need to be so that I can make sure she doesn’t see anything on the television or in the papers.”

“Eric’s that’s going to be impossible.” Mike chuckled. “Your mother loves gossiping she’s bound to find out from one of her friends.”

“Babe I’ll manage it.” I laughed. “Besides she won’t be doing any gossiping with the neighborhood hens for a while because I’m going to need a lot of attention.” I winked.

“I’m sure you do.” Michael laughed. “I’m sure you do…”

Just then my mother came back into the living room and the look on her face was one that I hadn’t seen in a long time. If looks could kill I would be dead and in my grave by then.  “Eric that was the police department on the phone just now.” She said.

“She said your father is in jail.” She cried. “They said there’s no possibility of him getting out before his trial. If he really did shoot you by accident why is he in a cell? And what trial is she talking about?”

“Mom….” I began.

“Eric please tell me the truth.” She cried. “I know something is going on. Your father is in jail…….tell me why he’s in jail and why he would be going to trial for accidently shooting you?”


****Scene 3: Michael’s POV******************************

I was seeing just how awkward this conversation was about to get; so I decided that it would be best if I left Eric alone with his mother so that they could talk about everything. “Well I think I should leave you two alone.”

“Babe you’re going to go right now?” Eric frowned. “You know I can’t do this alone….babe you know I need you with me.”

“Eric I know you can do this.” I said. “You’re going to have to do this on your own; you and your mother are going to have to talk alone. You don’t need me to be there.”

“Do what?” his mother interjected. “Eric what is he talking about?”

“Nothing mom.” Eric said. “I’ll tell you everything soon enough.” I didn’t know if he was being honest about it; but I did notice the frown on his face. “Babe I can’t do this alone.” He pleaded. “You know I can’t.”

“Eric I’ll be right back. “I replied. “I’m just going to go to Lila’s and get all of your favorite foods. Besides you have to do this alone. This is between you two and for the record I know you can.”

“You know he can what?” Eric’s mom pressed. “Why are you two acting like I’m not even in the room?”

“Eric I love you.” I replied before exiting his house.  “I love you too babe.” He called back, there was a hint of sadness in his voice. I knew he wanted me to be there with him, but I just couldn’t do that. He had to be alone with his mom, plus it was partly my fault he was the way he was. He did after all save my life, at the expense of his relationship with his father.

It was a good thing Eric’s house wasn’t too far off from the docks or I would have had to walk a long time. It was getting kind of dark and I didn’t want to do that. Luckily I reached Lila’s; a cute little coffee shop with amazing food. Lila’s is located right along the waterfront and just a few feet from the wharf. Actually the street it was on was called Wharf Street coincidently. 

When I got to Lila’s it wasn’t too crowded; most of its customers were just wrapping up their meals or had left hours ago. I walked up to the counter and waited, I didn’t have to wait too long.

“Welcome to Lila’s how can I help you?” one of the baristas said. “We have cappuccinos, lattes, frappes’ and much more.” She smiled. “What would you like?”


“Can I have two Apple Pie lattes and a cheesecake box to go please?” I replied, handing her the amount of cash needed to pay for the food and the drinks.

“Sure thing.” She smiled. “Coming right up.”

“Mike is that you?” a voice called. I turned around and it was Jake. “Hey Jake! What are you doing here?”

“What am I doing here?” he chuckled. “Huh…..I was just meeting a friend here for a little….But I’m surprised to see you here. I thought you would have been at Eric’s side.”

“Doesn’t he get out of the hospital today?” Jake asked.

“I was with him.” I responded. “I just came down here to get a quick bite to eat. But back to you…Why are you meeting somebody so late?”

“Was Kayla right? Did you meet somebody?”

“Mike I did.” He replied. “He’s a really fun guy but he’s not you. I like him a little bit…..but I don’t have feelings for him like I do for you.”

“Jake don’t!” I protested. “You know I’m with Eric.” I turned to walk away, but Jake grabbed hold of my hand pulling me back.

“Mike I want to talk about what you said?” he said seriously.

“What do mean?”

“I mean about what you said yesterday at lunch. You know about what you said about Eric not being able to walk. I know I came in at the end of the conversation but I had a feeling you were talking about him……..only he could make you that depressed.”

“What is there to talk about?” I said. “Yes Eric can’t walk but that doesn’t have anything to do with you.”

“Mike this has everything to do with me.” He declared. “Whether you feel the same way that I feel about you; I really do love you. If Eric’s father had hurt you I don’t know if I could go on. I guess he’s my father now too….”

“But that’s not why I wanted to talk.” He said. “I wanted to talk about us.”

“Jake I don’t know what you are talking about there is no us.” I cried. “There can never be a us…….we are just friends.”

“But Mike I want to be more then friends……I’ve wanted to be more than just friends for a long time now. Mike if I hadn’t been so stupid to hide my feelings from you; it would have been me and you and you and him.”

“Jake stop!” I cried. “He’s your brother.”

“Mike I know he’s my brother and I’m not doing this to hurt him.” He said. “But I can’t help the feelings that I have for you. I think I’m in love with you.”

“I’m with Eric.” I pressed. 

“But Mike you deserve to be with someone who can fulfill all of your needs. Eric’s in a wheelchair; I know this whole thing could just be temporary but there is a possibility that he might even be in that thing forever. You have needs and I want to fulfill them, the way Eric might never be able to.”

“Jake you have to stop this!” I cried. “You have to move on. You have to get over me.”

“Mike I don’t want to get over you.” He cried. “I can never get over you. I want to show you how much I love you. Just let me. What can Eric do now that he’s in that wheelchair?”

Luckily for me my order was ready so I was saved from having to answer that question. “Hold that question.” I replied. “My food is done and I really should be getting back to Eric.”


****Scene 4: Jake’s POV********************************************

I went to Lila’s to meet up with this guy named Brett that I had been fucking for the past month now to try to get Mike out of my head. But no matter how many times I fucked this guy, or no matter how many different ways I fucked Brett all I saw when I looked at him was Mike. I was very surprised when I saw Michael at Lila’s when I went there but I was glad nevertheless. I was always glad to see him.

Mike might not have agreed with me; but the look in his eyes was all I need to know that I had hope. The look of sadness on his eyes from when I said Eric might not be able to walk ever again told me that he had been thinking the same thing. He ran out of Lila’s before I could finish talking to him. And soon after he ran out Brett walked in; they had to have crossed paths on the way in. Too bad they didn’t know each other. Or maybe it was a good thing. This guy I was fucking was beginning to get attached to me and I didn’t know how to keep him off me.

“Hey Jake.” Brett smiled.

“Hey dude!” I replied. “Come have a seat right here.”

Brett came and sat down beside me at the little table that was a little ways of to the side. “I was surprised you wanted to meet here in a coffee shop of all places. In such a public place won’t people see us?”

“Brett relax my grandmother owns this place.” I said trying to reassure him. It had only just occurred to me that she wasn’t really my grandmother since my really father was Joe Smith and not Tom McCarthy. I didn’t really care about whose blood I had in my veins I was a McCarthy through and through.

“Look Brett they have a few rooms upstairs for guests to stay in overnight.” I said. “I got a key to one of the rooms and I think we should use the room.”

“What if someone catches us?” Brett asked, looking a little nervous.

“Dude relax its cool.” We’re not going to get in any trouble. Look they reason why I picked this seat is because is right next to the stairs and we could sneak up there right now and no one would even know.”

“Dude are you sure?” Brett whined.

“Man just relax.” I continued. “What are you so worried about? Just look from where we are sitting nobody can even see us. So just chill out.”

“If anyone finds out I’m gay….my life is ruined. My parents would kill me and my friends would probably never even speak to me again.”

“Dude come with me.” I replied, grabbing hold of his hand and leading him upstairs to the boarding rooms. He followed me upstairs and once inside the room I shut the door behind me. If he was afraid to act on his homosexual feelings he showed no sign of this when the door was closed. I turned around and he pressed his lips onto my face…..kissing me.

We were kissing up against the door and no one downstairs even knew we were up there. I was pressed against the door, he was all over me rubbing his hands through my hair, over my chest as he squeezed my pecs.

We walked over to the bed and collapsed on top of it. This guy was smaller than me….a lot smaller than me. He was also kind of thin and I was more into muscles (like Mike’s) but this guy had a cute face and a great ass too. Plus he gave really good head too so I could excuse the fact that I wasn’t Mike.

“God damn Jake you have a great ass!” he said licking his lips. Brett even grabbed my ass; why wouldn’t he it’s a great ass I’d grab it too. Knowing that look in his eyes he must have wanted to fuck me; but unfortunately for him he wouldn’t be doing any of that today. In fact in the last few months of discovering myself I had not once bottomed; but I had fucked many guys hungry for my dick. I really don’t think I was ready for that yet…….I was a little scared about having things especially dicks going up my ass. I was a little new to this whole thing really; but the only guy I wanted to bottom for was Mike and this guy was no Mike. Not even by a little.

“Mmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmm.’

“Mmmm…..mmmmmm…..mmmmmrf.” Brett moaned into my mouth as our tongues did battle in each other’s mouths. “Oh God you don’t know how much I wanted this!” he laughed.

“Dude I’ve been thinking about you all week…” Brett cried. 

“Get on the ground.” I commanded. Brett didn’t even hesitate, he did just has he was told. He hopped off the bed and got right between my legs. He knew exactly what I wanted. Within seconds he had pulled my pants down. I didn’t have any underwear on; what was the point when this guy would have ripped them right off to get at my dick.

I felt him wrap his hand around my cock; he had what he wanted. He took my cock into my mouth and began sucking greedily at my leaking cock. As Brett sucked my cock he slowly ran his fingers up across my hard abs to my perfect pecs while he used his other hand to hold my cock.  When his free hand reached my nipple he squeezed it roughly and it caused me to let out howl. Very soon the room was filled with the sound of low, lusty moans and wet sloshing sounds as my cock slid in and out of this guy’s mouth.

I moaned as Brett bobbed his head up and down the length of my slick shaft. I felt his tongue slide over every inch of my cock. He used his moth to slurp up every drop of precum that oozed from the slit atop my cockhead.

Brett spent what felt like hours worshipping my cock with his sweet lips and that thick wet tongue of his. I knew that by then the last employees downstairs had left for the night so I knew I could be as loud as I wanted. So I started to moan loudly as Brett devoured my cock. I never got bored of thrusting my hard cock into a pretty face; whether it was a girl or a guy. And I definitely didn’t mind sliding my cock between Brett’s moist lips, even if he wasn’t Mike.

“You know what Brett?” I called. You got a really great ass! Take off your clothes so that I can get a better look. He did has I told him and soon he was kneeling on all fours completely naked before me.

I knelt down and firmly grasped both of his warm ass cheeks. I moaned hotly between his tight little ass as I buried my face between it. Once my face was buried between that little ass of his, I stuck my tongue out and licked his ass furiously. I rubbed my tongue all over his backside, dragging my tongue across that pink puckering hole of his. When my tongue grazed his asshole, Brett let out a high pitched squeal. Brett’s ass was not only warm, it tasted delicious and had a sweet flavor. The next few minutes I went to work lapping up the manly juices from Brett’s tight bubble butt. In a rather short time I had become a pro at eating a guy’s ass……..and in the words of a wise musician I ate his booty like groceries.

“I think it’s time we get this over with.” I grunted, as I raised myself up a little bit so that my cock was aligned with Brett’s ass. He definitely knew he was about to get fucked because he raised that tight little butt into the air.

I grabbed hold of Brett’s ass and slapped his ass a few times roughly, causing his little ass to shake from the impact. I growled a little as I grabbed hold of his hips and assumed the place he wanted me to take; and that was atop his ass. I pressed my cockhead against Brett’s hole and with one mighty thrust I pushed the entire length of my cock inside. 

"UNNGH!!" Brett cried out at the sudden invasion of his ass.  He pulled away but I held his ass firmly on my cock. I tightened my grip as I started to slam my cock in and out of his warm, silky hole. When I fucked a guy I fucked him hard and eventually he started moaning as loud as I was. Brett even begun throwing his ass back onto my dick. My beefy hips slapped lewdly against his backside as we fucked. The room was filled with the sounds of sex; man-on-man sex was certainly a beautiful song.

Time and time again Brett cried out in lust as I drilled my cock balls deep into his ass. I used my cock as a battering ram as I invaded this guy’s insides. 

"Ahhhhh," I grunted loudly, as the tight confines of Brett’s ass tunnels sucked eagerly at my throbbing cock. His ass muscles were squeezing and massaging my cock and it felt amazing.

"Ohhhhhhhhh shit," Brett yelled, his voice laced with lust. I used my hard shaft just like a drill; drilling my cock deep inside Brett’s tight little bubble butt. Brett clenched his ass cheeks together from impulse and shuddered in heat as I deep dicked him.  "Fuck me Jake!... Fuck me with your big cock... fuck me...  Please Fuck me... fuck me harder...!" he cried, pushing himself deeper onto my cock.

I was more than happy to oblige; so for the next few hours I fucked Brett wildly using him like he was a little toy. I spent so much time plowing this guy’s insides I lost track of time. I pulled my cock out a few times only to remount Brett once more and plunge my cock deep inside his ass. I felt his ass clamp down tightly around my shaft; I felt his ass muscles massaging and working my cock over. It felt like I was in heaven. Who knew sex could be so good?

"Aughhhhh….Holy Shit!!" I growled as I sped up my thrusts slamming my cock in and out of his ass harder and faster with all the built up aggression I was holding back I drilled my cock into his ass three more times before slamming all the way in as my cock exploded inside his ass.


“SHIIIIIIIT…….AUGHHHHHHHH……OH MIKE!” I roared in orgasm.

My cock bounced as it erupted round after round of my hot sticky cum deep into Brett’s bubble butt.  The feeling of having a guy dump a load inside of him, caused Brett to cum. Soon we were both moaning as I spilled my seed inside of him; just as he spilled his cum all over the carpet. I pulled my cock from his ass and we collapsed onto the bed.

We were panting and still trying to catch our breath…..That was until Brett spoke. “So who is Mike?” he asked.


“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“You called a name when you came a few minutes ago.” He laughed. “I’m pretty sure the name you said was Mike.”

“No I didn’t you must have heard wrong.”

“Yeah I’m pretty sure I didn’t.” he laughed. “You said a name……and that name was definitely Mike.”

“Mike must be the guy.” Brett continued.

“Mike must be the guy what?” I asked, trying to pretend like I didn’t know where he was going with this. “What are you talking about Brett? I wasn’t fucking any Mike’s I was fucking you.”

“Yeah but you wish you were.” He chuckled. “It’s written all over your face. He must be the guy you’re so hung up on. He must be the guy you think of when we fuck.”

“No he’s not.” I protested. “Dude…don’t. Mike….is”

“I knew it, so there is a Mike.” Brett laughed. “Man relax I’m don’t care who your fucking or thinking about fucking. This is just sex….plain and simple.”

“But you must really be hung up on this guy.” Brett said. “Why don’t you tell me about him? He must be quite a guy for you to scream his name like that.”


STAY TUNED…………………………….



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