Gays of Our Lives: Book 4 (Chapter 76-100)

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****Scene 1: Jake’s POV**********************

Harmony Hospital, Room 208, 6024 Main Street,

The morning of Brett’s funeral I woke up with an excruciating headache and a killer hangover. But that’s to be expected when you ignore your friends and spend the day drinking away your troubles. Troubles that just wouldn’t go away. But how could I make them go away now? When the one person that could always make them subside was dead and gone forever because of a crazed murderer.

I knew deep down that I would have to accept the truth that there was nothing I could do to save Brett’s life. But I know right now there is something that I can do for the people I care about still alive on this earth. Namely Bryce who was nearly beaten to a pulp.

Waking up several hours before everyone else in my house I went over to the hospital to visit Bryce. When I walked into the room I was shocked. He was lying in the bed sleeping his beautiful face and body covered in scars like he had been brutally beaten. I was at a loss for words. I could barely recognized Bryce, he was in such a state all battered. Cuts all over his face, his right eye was blackened, his lips swollen, his hair was dishevelled. And that beautiful jawline was bruised.

“Oh my GOD!” I cried, tears rolling down my cheek. At the sound of my voice Bryce awoken and rolled over to look up at me.

“Jake is that you? Bryce called out. Squinting his eyes to try to get a good look at me. His eyes were so swollen and black he had to squint to see me. That made me mad. “Come sit down here beside me.”

“Yes Bryce it is me.” I smiled. “How did this happen? Who did this to you? How are you doing? I hope you are doing alright.”

“I don’t want to talk about that.” Bryce smiled back. “I’m doing alright…..But how are you? I know Brett’s funeral is supposed to be today. He was a beautiful person so I know his funeral is going to be a beautiful one.

“Bryce you ARE a beautiful person.” I blurted. “Beautiful people should never look the way you do right now. Someone attacked you and I want to know who the hell it was. As your friend please tell me who did this to you. Please.” I begged him.

“Why so you can go in fight him?” Bryce interjected. “Jake I care about you a lot, which is why I’m not going to tell you or anyone anything that happened on Valentine’s Day. Because the moment you find out who did this you are going to try to fight them and then you are going to wind up in jail.”

“And then who is going to help me get through this. Who is going to be there for me so that I can heal? I can’t heal if I’m worried about you.” Bryce sighed. “Please just let it go.”

“LET IT GO!” I cried. “How the hell can I let it go? Bryce are you crazy if you saw the way you looked right now you would not be saying that. I don’t give a damn who did this to you but they deserve to be in the ground for what they did to you. If my sister or even if my brothers came home battered like that I would be irate.”

“Jake you know that would never happen. Your brothers are just as tough as you and your sister Kimberly is a firecracker. I pity the man that crosses her.”

“Bryce that would never happen because I would never let it happen. I would kick anybody’s ass that did this to my brothers or my sister. I will not sit by and let someone do this to you. Please tell me who did this.”

“Jake I can’t. I made a promise that I wouldn’t tell anyone about his sexuality until he was ready to come out of the closet.” He added.

“So you are going to defend this guy’s abuse?!” I yelled. “Abuse should not be tolerated under any circumstances. Man and man, women and man, or man and women etcetera if that person beats on you then it is not ok. It is not ok. Abuse in a relationship is never okay.”

“Jake I’m not a victim.” He blurted, cutting me off. “I’m am not going to sit here and say what this guy did to me was right. Because I know it wasn’t right. I’m not protecting him I’m just letting it go. Because I’m not innocent I just took it too far.”

“YOU took it too far?” I scoffed. ”Bryce I don’t know what you did to this guy but whatever it was it was nothing and it doesn’t qualify for a vicious beating like this. How could you ever think that?”

“Because it’s just the way I feel.”

“You don’t have to feel that way ever.” As I kissed him on his sweet lips tears started to fall from my eyes onto his face.”

“Jake don’t cry…..” Bryce sighed. “You have to be strong for me and most importantly you have to be strong for Brett. You need to be strong to get through this day. I love you.”

“I love you too.” I cried.

“I’m going to go now so I can make it to Brett’s funeral but I just want to let you know one thing.” I added. “This is not your fault in anyway…….and when I find the guy that did this to you his ass is mine.”

“I’ll see you soon Jake,” he smiled.

“Me too,” I replied.

****Scene 2: Mike’s POV**********************

St. Luke’s Episcopal Church, 44 Harbor View Road,

The day was finally here, Brett’s funeral. It was so strange to think that my friends and I had lost him when a few weeks ago he had been alive and well. But now after only a year of getting to know him he was gone. Taken in his youth by a wicked villain bent on killing as many young people that they could get their hands on.

“I fucking hate funerals!” Eric groaned as he struggled with his tie. Pulling and yanking on the tiny little thing like he wanted to rip it from his neck.

“I know Eric, but we have to go. Jake needs us. Brett needs us.” I smiled. “Now come here and let me fix your tie for you. Before you break the damn thing.” I started to laugh.

“Are you sure? Are you sure you want to do that?” Eric muttered.

“Yes, of course.” I smiled. “Why not?”

“I don’t want you to think that I’m using you.” Eric retorted, pulling away from me.

“Baby don’t be like that. Don’t get upset….” I frowned. “Valentine’s Day was so romantic. And we haven’t been fighting over stupid stuff in the last few days. I don’t want to do this with you. I don’t want to fight with you. Especially not on the day of Brett’s funeral.”

“Michael how can I not get upset? How am I supposed to act when my husband thinks that I’m simply using him for sex? I’m just some horny brainless jock trying to get your warm ass in bed all so I can get my rocks off. Is that it?” he growled.

“Eric that’s not how I see you at all. I love you. I just can’t help how I feel. I just want this relationship to be about more than just sex.” I continued. “For years I watched my parent’s tumultuous relationship it was hard to watch. If you can even call it a relationship. My father was a big womanizer and he would come home with the scent of other woman on his clothes, on his skin, all over him. It was plain for everyone to see including my mother. But she seemed not to care always looking at him with disgust. But that’s what happens when you have a marriage with two incompatible people.”

“My parents were married because they were both from wealthy, prominent families connected to the Shipping industry….. Don’t get me wrong I love my parents and they have a mutual understanding, but they are not soulmates like you and I are. Do you know I promised myself that I would never be in a loveless marriage? I don’t want a mutual understanding I want love.”

“Baby, you don’t have to worry about that.” Eric groaned, kissing me on the side of my face. “You could never be in a loveless marriage. If you and I were in an arranged marriage I would fall head over heels in love with you. It’s sad what you said about your parents but that has nothing to do with you. This is between me and you and your need to want to punish yourself when others our hurting.”

“Pulling away from me isn’t going to bring Brett back for Jake…Brett is dead and there’s nothing any of us can do to bring him back..” Eric sighed. “The loss of Brett should have told you that life is too short. And that you have to hold on to your loved ones. Because life is too short not to.”

“Eric I love you.” I smiled. As we leaned into one another for a kiss. I felt his warm skin against my own as we locked lips. Somehow I knew we would be alright.

“I’m so sorry I never should have accused you of just wanting sex.” I cried. “I know you love me. I’m just so scared. This could have been me. I could have been dead.”

“Babe don’t say that? What are you talking about?”

“That night I went to the gym there was someone who followed me home.” I continued. “I know in my heart that it was the killer.”

“Baby I would never let that happen. I would rip that killer limb from limb.” Eric chuckled. “And one more thing you don’t have to apologize to me. You can’t help the way you feel. I should be the one apologizing to you. I have been such a dick these last few weeks. I should have listened to you.”

“No I should be the one apologizing to you. It seems like all we do now is fight and fight. But I don’t want to do that. I hate fighting with you. I love you.”

“There is no need.” He smiled, kissing me once more. “And please don’t kill me for saying this….but there is one good that comes out of this.”

“What’s that?”

“The hot makeup sex.” He smirked… “Now let’s get going. So we can get this thing on the road. And once it’s over I’ll take you to this special spot so that I can show you just how much you mean to me.”

“Let’s,” I smiled back at him.

When Eric and I, and the rest of our families arrived at Saint Luke’s where the funeral was to take place we were immediately struck by the size of the attendance. It was pretty packed, people filling every seat from the first pew all the way to the very, very back. Once Eric, and I sat down in our seats we absorbed the mood of those in attendance at the funeral. The atmosphere was a melancholy one. But that was to be expected from the townsfolk having to witness the funeral of one so young. Brett was barely even a man yet.

Everywhere I looked there were no smiles, only frowns. Very uncomfortable looking smiles as everyone struggled to get on with the loss of Brett. The people in the church weren’t the only uncomfortable ones….. The seats were uncomfortable as well. I felt like I was sitting on nails as I had to constantly reposition myself in my chair trying, desperately trying to get comfortable. Which is hard to do in a pew. The only saving grace was that they had some brightly coloured flowers. Red ones, white ones, and yellow ones.

Looking around the room I saw many familiar faces, Kayla, Kevin, Haley, Charlotte, and so forth. Paul was even there and he hated Brett. So much that he blackmailed him and Jake for almost a year. Glancing out over the people I noticed that something was not quite right. Something was missing……or more correctly someone. Jake! Jake was nowhere in sight.

“Where is Jake?”

“Relax babe, I’m sure Jake will be here soon.”

Suddenly we heard a murmur coming from the back of the church. Eric and I both turned around to see Jake walking up the aisle. His face filled with sadness. He came in slid into the pew Eric and I were sitting in.

“Can I sit with you guys?” he asked, once he reached the open spot besides us.

“Of course…” we smiled at him.

A few minutes later Father Thomas, the priest of our parish stood up and walked up to the pulpit. Clearing his throat he prepared to speak to his flock.

“The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want. He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside quiet waters, and he refreshes my soul. He guides me along the right paths for his name’s sake. Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies. Thou anointest my head with oil, my cup runneth over. Surely your goodness and love will follow me for all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever. Psalm twenty-three. Brett may be gone from this world but he will live forever in the house of the Lord. Just as the bible says. Amen church.”

“Amen,” we all said resoundingly.

“Good afternoon church. We are gathered here today to celebrate the life of Brett Barrett. A beautiful person. Notice how I said celebrate and not mourn, because instead of mourning the loss of life we are celebrating the life of a beautiful person. It is evident by the huge turnout that he touched the hearts of so many.”

“I know many of you may be asking yourselves. Why? Why did he have to die? Why a person so young had to be taken in the prime of his life? There is no explanation that I can give. Other than the knowledge that a long life on this earth is not assured and we shall all be with the lord. That is where Brett is now, rejoicing in eternal bliss free from the woes of this world.” Father Thomas continued.

“When I learned of the passing of Mr. Barrett I was distraught that a man so young had had his life cut short. I did not know him so I was unaware of what I would say to his friends and family…..and then I started to speak to his friends and family and then they started to speak on how strong and brave he was in the face of adversity. Brett was an openly gay Christian which for many people can be an anomaly…….But it was not an anomaly for him. He found faith in God’s everlasting love which for a gay man living in this time is something that takes incredible strength and courage……..” Father Thomas declared.

“Courage to stand strong with so much going against him. I can only imagine what his life was like as an openly gay man. I know many gay people and they are some of the most resilient, brave, and courageous people that I ever met. Brett was no exception being filled with so much love. Living a life of love is hard to do in this day in age. An age filled with so much hate for gay/queer people, minorities, and anybody that happens to a little different. Hate demonstrated by the evil speech of such persons as President Trump, the Westboro Baptist Church, and other foolish peoples. I tell you that those people do not speak for all Christians and they certainly do not speak for people with love, real love in their hearts.” Father Thomas smiled.

Kayla Spencer a friend of Brett as requested that she be allowed to sing a particular song to serve as her testimony.

Kayla stood up and started to harmonize before she started to sing. “This is a song that means a lot to me and my friends, including Brett. I hope you all appreciate it.”

“You’re not alone, you’re not alone anymore, you’re not alone.” Kayla sang along to the soft melody. “You’re not alone anymore.”

“I know you think there’s no way out……Like you’ve been living in the dark!” Kayla continued.

“But you don’t have to feel alone anymore!” Kayla sang.

“I know you’re reaching up for the skies.” Kayla continued to sing as people started to tear up, reaching for tissues to wipe their eyes. “And you keep searching for that light……….But you don’t have to search anymore! We’ll be the hands to hold you up…….We’ll be the eyes to help you see.” At this time most of the church had joined in the singing of Brett and Jake’s song.

“We are here, we are now, we are one!” All of us joining in the song to help cheer Jake up. “You are the strength inside our hearts. You are the reason we believe. We are here. We are now. We are one!”

“You’re not alone…..You’re not alone….You’re not alone anymore.” Kayla sang.

“You’re not alone. You’re not alone. You’re not alone anymore” The entire church sang together. “We’ll be the hands to hold you up. We’ll be the eyes to help you see. We are here. We are now. We are one!”

By now Jake was nearly in tears as we circled around him singing to him. “You are the strength inside our hearts. You are the reason we believe! We are here. We are now. We are one!

“You’re not alone! You’re not alone! You’re not alone anymore!” Kayla sang.

“You’re not alone! You’re not alone! You’re not alone anymore!” The whole church sang along together. “We’ll be the hands to hold you up. We’ll be the eyes to help you see. We are here. We are now. We are one!

“You are the strength inside our hearts, you are the reason we believe! We are here. We are now. We are one!”

“You’re not alone.” Kayla sang……she had clearly been directing this song at Jake who was by now greatly moved, tears falling down his face. “You’re not alone anymore! You’re not alone anymore! You’re not alone anymore!”

“That was so sweet.” A voice cried.

“Yes how nice.”

After the song ended Father Thomas started to talk once more. It felt very, very long. As we continued to listen to Father Thomas’s warm and comforting words I happened to notice that Jake was getting kind of restless as he looked out around the room glancing intently at every person sitting in the surrounding pews. My heart started to beat faster as I prayed for everything holy that Jake would not see Paul Hayes sitting in the back…..

But it wasn’t enough…..I realized as Jake stood up suddenly just as Father Thomas was finishing up his own words. Spinning around and yelling out he cried “Why the HELL are you here?!”

Jake’s outburst caused us all to stop and stare. Eric and I both turned around to see Jake glaring at Paul Hayes.

“Young MAN this is a church.” A very prim and proper woman in a very big hat decried as she twisted her lip at the sound of Jake’s words. “That kind of language will not be tolerated at Saint Luke’s especially not at a funeral.”

“Shut up you old bat!” Jake yelled back. “You high and mighty churchgoers are the first to take the moral high ground…..but where the HELL where you when Brett was suffering and when he was in such a low point in his life that he almost took his own life?!”

“And where were you the last few months of his life when he was all alone and when he thought the one person who would be there for him abandoned him?” Paul spoke up.

“What?”

“No need to answer I’ll tell you where you were.” Paul retorted. “You were nowhere to be found when Brett needed you the most…..You were drinking at the bar and sleeping with any warm body that would crawl into bed with you.”

“Shut up! Just Shut the HELL UP! NOW!” Jake cried. “You don’t know anything about my relationship with Brett. You don’t know anything.”

“Then why did you abandon him.” Paul added.

“What the hell did you just say to me?” was the reply. Jake had by that time walked right up to where Paul was standing. They were so close that if Paul or Jake had been any closer they would have been kissing.

“YOU heard me.” Paul replied definitely as he stared Jake dead in the eye.

Before Paul could say anything else Jake’s fist had made contact with Paul’s oh so smug face sending him flying into the open aisle. “I’m going to kick your ass!” Jake snarled.

“I would like to see you try……..You moron!” Paul chuckled. “You’ve grown soft in the last few months. I don’t think you could beat up a fly.”

“Want to bet.” Jake growled as he proceeded to punch Paul’s jaw.

“Cheap shot!” Paul cried as he landed a punch right in Jake’s face and blackening his eye.

“You know what I never liked you. You were and always will be such a low life.” Jake cried as he slammed Paul’s bruised body up against one of the pews. Jake then threw himself on top of Paul and started to wail on him. Before I could grasp what had fully transpired Jake and Paul were rolling around the floor punching each other again and again.

“You’re a fucking a faggot!” Paul cried out.

Jake continued punching Paul in the face, in the gut, and all over. Paul looked like he was getting it pretty bad from Jake. But before long Paul had gained the upper hand and had rolled over on top of Jake and started to strangle him as he punched Jake in his side.

Every one of us was in such as state of shock that we thought we were watching some fight unfold on TV not in real life. As Paul and Jake continued to fight it out the prim and proper churchgoing women were in the background screaming their little lungs out.

“You two break it up.” A big burly man yelled out as he picked both Jake and Paul pulled them apart both men still trying to hit the other. I’ll call them men because they were of age but those two weren’t really acting like men……Not in the slightest.

“You two need to stop acting like two kids and act like grown men……this is a church not some downtown bar! This is a house of God!”

“How can you talk about God? Where was your God when Brett was being killed by a murderous serial killer?! There is NO god. If there was a god he would not have taken Brett from us and we would not even be here.”

“You make me sick!” Paul cried, blood streaming down his face. “I used to care so much about you. I was in love with you but you never cared about me. It was a blessing in disguise that Brett never got back with you. You destroy everything you touch!”

“Both of you GET OUT NOW!” another parishioner cried.

****Scene 3: Bryce’s POV**********************

Harmony Hospital, 6024 Main Street,

After Jake left I laid down and closed my eyes. Slowly but surely I drifted off to sleep and entered dreamland. I dreamt of happy days…..days that I didn’t have to spend in the hospital. Happy days spent with friends and family.

“Excuse me sir, but you have a visitor.” A female voice cried, forcing me out of my peaceful sleep and back into reality.

“Who is it?” I cried rolling over to get a glance at the visitor through my one good eye. I made out a face……it was Ryan Miller my roommate and the guy I had been crushing on for almost a year now.

“What are you doing here?” I cried slightly startled as I set up in the hospital bed. “I didn’t know you would be coming over here.”

“Of course I would come to see you……you are my friend after all.” Ryan replied giving me a half smile. “I know you were a little stunned when you saw me with that guy the other night. I know I told you it was nothing…..that was because it was nothing……Because I’m not gay.”

“How could you not be GAY?!” I yelled. “You were fucking some guy’s ass like there was no tomorrow.”

“HEY! Not so loud.” Ryan cried out as he looked around the room to make sure that we were alone. “I told you I wasn’t gay….now you need to accept that or we can’t be friends again.”

I didn’t respond to him I just sat there looking and listening at what my so-called friend was telling me.

“Bryce you need to accept the fact that I ain’t no freaking faggot or else!” he yelled. “Are you going to accept it or not?”

No answer……

“Well are you going to accept it?!” he urged. “Bryce answer me. NOW!”

“Or what!” I yelled out. “What are you going to do? Are you going to hit me again? You come here claiming to want to see how I am doing but you just wanted to keep me quite so no one would find out what you did.” I cried.

“That’s not what I’m doing at all.” Ryan cried, I thought I could make out tears in his eyes. “Bryce you have to understand that I never meant to hurt you. I was just so mad and once I started I couldn’t stop until this happened. I’m so sorry I never meant for this to happen.”

“Even if your attention was not to put me in the hospital that is exactly what you did!” I yelled. “How can you call yourself my friend after what you did to me?! You attacked me all because you don’t want to accept the fact that you’re a homophobic straight guy that gets off by fucking guys and in order to keep that dirty little secret a secret you resorted to violence.”

“You don’t know what you are talking about!” Ryan yelled back. “Bryce you are my friend and I really do care about you.”

“Just go I can’t look at you right now. After what you did to me.” I replied as I turned away from him. I literally couldn’t see him I had one good eye and it was running with tears. I was hurting all over……my face was hurting, my arms were hurting, and most importantly my heart was hurting.

“But Bryce?!”

“Please just go.” I added.

****Scene 4: Kayla’s POV**********************

Barrett House, 601 Lexington Lane,

After both Jake and Paul had been kicked out of the church the rest of us were left there stunned basically left to pick up the pieces…..literally.

“Wow when I got dressed for this thing I never thought I would be witnessing some low down dirty brawl between two hunky men.” A familiar annoying voice giggled from behind us.

I turned to see Brandi sitting behind me. It looked as if she had went to the funeral alone and without her family.

“What are you doing here?” I gasped.

“It’s a free church right?” Brandi smirked. “Or is this church by membership only like so many places in this town.”

“No….but you don’t seem like the kind of person to be frequenting a church.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?!” Brandi cried, a look of anger appearing across her face.

“She didn’t mean anything by it Miss Harrington.” My mother blurted. “She only meant that we didn’t think a funeral of some person you barely knew wouldn’t be the place you would want to go. Especially since you just got out the hospital.”

“Guys relax I’m fine. I was just pulling your chain.” Brandi giggled. “Of course I would come to Brett’s funeral. I didn’t know him well but he did save my life and for that I will be forever grateful.”

“Ladies and gentlemen we will be starting up in just a moment.” One of the usher declared.

The rest of the funeral was pretty relaxed compared to the earlier excitement. There was crying and heartfelt testimonies and the like.

After it was all said and done I rode with my mother over to Brett’s parent’s house so that we could give them our condolences since Saint Luke’s was so crowded during the funeral. The drive over to Brett’s house was rather quite. The one thing that was on every person’s mind was why…..Why someone so innocent was taken for no good reason? It just didn’t make any sense.

All of our friends were so saddened by the loss of Brett. For myself I was devastated because this was the first time someone so close to me had died so young. But my grief was nothing compared to what I imagine Jake, and what Brett’s parents must have been going through. Jake loved Brett with all his heart and Brett was the Barrett’s only child. Their grief cannot even be imagine having lost their only child because of senseless killing. Their child was killed, he was dead and gone…….

And I couldn’t even say it with a straight face without tearing up. How could Brett really be gone? One moment we were all together and Brett was here with us and the other moment he was gone. All because of a murderous fiend bent on taking as many lives as possible.

Once we pulled into the driveway we all hopped out the car. We went up to the door and rang the doorbell. After a few seconds the door opened. It was Brett’s mother District Attorney Christine Barrett. She was wearing pants suit. Most likely from some high end department store. Her long Brown hair falling down to her shoulders. Looking into her face you could see that she had been crying. Her eyes were red.

“Good afternoon, Christine.” My mother smiled, her warm and inviting smile. “We just came over here to express our condolences for your loss. I’m so sorry for your loss. I can only imagine what you are going through.” My mother’s words were so kind to Christine a bystander would have no idea that there was a deep seated hatred between the two.

“I’m good Hope. I’m glad you could make it. I didn’t know if you guys would be able to make it. With the ongoing murder investigation.”

“Don’t worry Christine.” My mother replied, as we stepped into the house. “I know we don’t always get along and I know we don’t always see eye to eye. But we are both on the right side of the law and I won’t rest until we get justice for Brett. But there is something that I have to tell you.”

“What?!”

“Once we catch this killer I don’t think it would be appropriate for you to prosecute this case.”

“Hope Spencer you have got a lot of nerve coming over here and trying to tell me what you think I can and cannot do!” Christine snapped back. “I’m a damn good attorney and an even better DA and I’ll be damned if I’m going to let some screw this case up…..”

“I’m going to continue to pursue this case until the Mayor or the people decide to remove me from this position. You seem to forget that you are not my superior..”

“This has nothing to do with that!” my mother yelled. “We are talking about a serious conflict of interest. Brett was your son you can’t prosecute his killer. That’s absurd.”

“Hope just because you have been known to bend the rules in these situations does not mean that I will. Sleeping around like a whor……”

“Christine that is enough!” my mother yelled. “I came over here to give you my condolences and express my grief at the loss of your son. But you just want to talk about the past. All that was in the past. Let it go.”

“Hope you can take your expressions of grief and you can choke on it.” Ms. Barrett added. “I don’t need you to pretend like you care. Or did you just forget what you did to me! All those years ago you ruined my life. And now you want to come here and talk about grief.”

“You miserable hypocritical bitch! I should be the one holding onto all the things you did to ME!!!” my mother yelled. She was enraged. “You always like to play the victim but I seem to recall that you were just as much to blame for what happened as I was.”

“Hahaha.” Christine Scoffed. “Hope you are full of it! So you are trying to tell me that I’m responsible for you running off with my husband! You bitch I loved him and you took him from me. What about all those other men you slept with? Were their wives responsible too?”

“Christine why don’t you put a sock in it!” my mother yelled. “You were there and you damn well that I didn’t seduce your husband like some common whore! You pushed him away and I was there to comfort him!”

“All women can’t be as cold and as uncaring as you!” my mother added. “Men find it hard to love women that don’t love themselves. Especially emotionless ones.”

“Kayla let’s leave.” My mother turned to me. “I can’t stand to be in here for another second. We can wait at the church.”

Once outside I turned to my mother. “What was that about? Was she talking about dad?”

“Sweetie you don’t have to worry about that. She’s just grieving and lashing out because she has no one to turn to now.”

“What about her husband?”

“He wants nothing to do with her.” She added. “One more thing Kayla.”

“Yes mom.”

“That Harrington girl, Brandi. I want you to stay away from her and her family.”

“Why I was just getting to know Brandi?” I gasped. “She’s actually not that bad. I know what the papers say about the Harrington family but they aren’t that bad.”

“You don’t know them like I do.” My mother sighed. “They are not good people and they are nothing but trouble. Stay away from them…..all of them.”

“Ok mom if you insist.” I sighed

****Scene 5: Mike’s POV**********************

Harmony Town Square, 1 Main Street,

After that big blow-out at the funeral Eric and I decided to take a little walk in the town square because during the latter part of the day it was nice and quiet in that part of the town. That is not to say that there were no people in the square. Because the town square was surrounded by several small window shops and public buildings that are frequented by many people throughout Harmony.

“That was really something.” Eric sighed as we walked through the town square. “I can’t believe Jake and Paul got into a fight.”

“I can believe it.” I laughed. “Jake has been talking about how much he wanted to knock Paul’s teeth out for blackmailing him and Brett for weeks. Unfortunately I knew it would happen sooner or later.”

“Really?” Eric laughed back.

“Yeah of course. Jake is my best friend I can tell when he doesn’t like a guy” I smiled.

“You mean like how he doesn’t like me.” Eric sighed.

“Eric he does like you.” I insisted. Come on I think that new donut shop just opened off Broad. Maybe we can go get some.

“Yeah we could do that or we could go back to the house and have a little fun. And I’m not talking about sex…..not yet anyway. It’s getting kind of late and I don’t want our dinner to get late.”

“What? You cooked!” I cried. “When did you have time to do all of that? Why did you do it?”

“I cooked a delicious meal for you and me to share when we get home and that is all that I will say because I can’t wait for you to see it.”

A few minutes later we were back at the estate; for the first time in weeks it was a quiet place. My parents and grandparents were still out and while there were several servants, including the Butler Mr. Henderson and Miss Evans our faithful and matronly housekeeper the vast majority of the household’s staff can actively complete their duties without ever disturbing the residents of the huge cavernous English style manor that my family called home.

“Let’s go up to your bedroom I’ve got a surprise.” Eric smiled, taking hold of my hand as he led me upstairs to my bedroom. There was a wonderfully sweet-smelling aroma coming from my room.

“Mmmmm what’s that smell?” I lit up. “It smells amazing! What is it?”

“It’s just some spaghetti and meatballs that I made this morning.”

“Wow you made spaghetti? I didn’t know you knew how to make spaghetti?” I laughed.

“Baby there is a lot of things you don’t know about me…….like how much of a romantic I can be when it comes down to it. A real Casanova.”

Eric and I climbed into bed as we both started to dig into the big bowl of spaghetti that Eric had prepared for us. It tasted amazing. “Wow Eric this is really good. Like I’m not just saying that because you’re my husband. This is really great.”

“Thanks man that means a lot.” Eric grinned from ear to ear. “What did you want to watch? I think they might have some good movies on tonight.” Eric started to flip through the channels on the television until he settled on an eight o’ clock playing of The Legend of Tarzan with Alexander Skarsgård.

“Damn he is so hot.” I swooned.

“Who?” Eric chuckled.

“Alexander Skarsgård.” I laughed. “He’s so cute and those abs I could…..”

“You could what?!” Eric shot back, I could sense the defensiveness in his voice. “Baby you were just about to say what you could do with those sweet delectable abs of Skarsgård.”

“Baby he’s hot but he’s not as hot as you. You’re gorgeous and so funny too.” I laughed, as I pulled him into me so that I could kiss his cheek.

“Yeah I know I’m sexy……but that damn Skarsgård is a heartthrob. He’s a fucking daddy in every sense of the word except he’s got no kiddies. I only wish he swung the other way than I could bend him over and….”

“Oh my god Eric!” I laughed.

“I was only kidding.” Eric smiled. “Just a little thing I like to call make the hubby jealous. I would never do that unless you wanted to.”

“While it would be really hot to see Skarsgård get bent over I’d much rather it be me that you bent over.” I laughed.

“Baby as much as I would love to spread my thick cock between those sweet buns of yours. This night is all about you…..so the only one that’s going to be bending over is me. I want you to fuck me like Donald Trump is going to fuck America.”

We stripped off our clothes and we turned the volume on the television up so that it would drown out the sound of our love-making. Once we were sure the door was locked Eric climbed back into bed and I climbed on after him…..that thick ass in full view. I got between his legs my hands unable to resist the temptation of grabbing that booty of his.

Gripping hold of Eric’s warm cheeks I lined my cock up with his puckering hole and cautiously waited to thrust it deep into his hole.

“Come on just stick it in!” Eric groaned.

“You asked for it.” I grinned, gripping hold of Eric’s ass as I slid my cock into my hubby’s amazingly warm ass. Slowly inch after inch of my dick entered Eric’s warm hole. When I was balls deep inside of him I let out a cry of ecstasy and my eyes rolled into the back of my head.

I wrapped my arm around Eric as I started to slide my cock in and out of him nice and slow like. While I was pushing my cock into him, Eric was returning the favor by pushing his ass against me. It felt amazing, breathtakingly amazing.

“You’re so freaking tight.” I whispered in his ear as I continued to slow fuck my big booty husband. Thrusting my cock in and out of his ass I was loving every minute of it and I knew he was loving it to as he cried out louder and louder with each passing thrust of my cock into his warm and welcoming hole.

“Aww fuck! Fuck me!”

“Oh yeah! Oh FUCK ME!” Eric cried.

“Hold on. Wait! Wait! Wait!” Eric cried out as I continued to stick him with my meat stick.

“Wait for what?” I laughed.

“I want to look at you while you fuck me.” He grinned as he gripped hold of my cock and pulled it out of his ass and rolled over onto his back.

Pushing Eric’s legs aside I slid my cock back inside of him and went back to sweet love making. Now that we were face to face I leaned down and started kissing my husband as we made sweet love.

Faster.

FASTER. FASTER. FASTER.

“OH GOD! OH FUCCCKK! Oh GOD!!! FUCK! FUCK!!!”

Whenever people find out that Eric and I are gay they always ask who the man is and who the woman. Or in other words who the top is and who’s the bottom is. They ask this because they want to know who’s in charge. A foolish person will assume it is the top because he is perceived as dominant but its’s really the bottom who holds all the strings. Because only he can determine how far they go in intimate situations. That is real power…..

As I continued to pound away at Eric’s ass I could not stop pumping harder and faster. I was determined to get off inside of him tonight. As our love making progressed it was filled with a mixture of sounds; the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, and sweet passionate sounds of two men moaning in heat.

“Aurghhhh, aughhhh, aughhhh.” We moaned in unison. The sound of Eric’s passionate cries, the taste of his warm wet lips, the look in his eyes were turning me on and on. As my cock plunged in and out Eric’s wet hole I stated to feel myself getting closer and closer to shooting my load. My body tensed and was covered in sweat. My legs down to my toes tingled and my eyes rolled into the back of my head and I felt a wonderful release.

I slammed into Eric one last time in effort to empty every single drop of cum in my cock into my husband’s warm and inviting hole.

As I exploded into Eric’s tight hole he let out such an intense sound that it sent shockwaves down my spine. His screams of passion were almost animalistic. “Oh shit, you’ve never done that before.” he

“Done what?” I laughed.

“Hit my prostate that fucking hard.” Eric grinned. “I know you just came and I did too……but I don’t want this to end. Keep fucking me.”

“Say no more.” I smiled back as I continued to drill Eric with my dick. Minutes later we both reached orgasm once more and before I could cum I grabbed hold of Eric and started to kiss him. So that when we both reached orgasm for the second time we were locking lips in a warm sweet embrace.

“God I love you.” I smiled.

“I love you too.” Eric smiled back as we continued to kiss.

STAY TUNED………………………………………..