Perspective
“Where did you take him today?” I asked Mike as Kevin jumped off the back of his bike and headed in for a quick shower before the party. “Is he going to have any energy left for when his friends all arrive?”
Mike chuckled. “Only a quick cruise at Marshal Pond, today” he replied. “No sucking or fucking allowed, just sit back and be serviced. I thought it would help him relax before all the excitement.”
I nodded my approval. “Very nice. Will you be joining us?”
He grinned. “I wouldn't miss it.” Then leaning in he whispered confidentially, “He'll be commando again, this time with a cock ring. Should be interesting.”
“You are an evil bastard,” I smirked. “Almost as bad as Helmut.”
“I do my best,” he chuckled, “See you in an hour.” He roared off, presumably to get cleaned up and changed as well.
The back yard of Hope House was all set, although a few of us were still adding some finishing touches before the guests arrived. I paused for a moment to take in the scene. In the carriage house, Kevin was getting ready for the celebration to mark his first day of college. The grounds crew had set up tables earlier in the day, and Miss M. was now spreading colorful tablecloths, using clips to keep them from blowing off. Helmut was busying himself by setting up the grills just outside the kitchen door of the main house, and a few of the kids who lived here were helping to set up chairs and tidy the lawn. Even Ben was involved, although he was being watched over by Chad as they piled kindling wood into a temporary fire pit at the back of the yard in preparation for the evening's bonfire. It felt like a perfect moment, busy, yet serene. Rooted in the past, yet looking to the future. A moment filled with love and anticipation, Joy and peace. A shard of eternity encapsulated in the here and now. I felt a deep contentment, wishing this moment would never end, but knowing it must, so I breathed it in deep, willing it to live on in my memory forever.
So much had changed since those fateful two days almost three months ago. Ben's condition had continued to improve, and he had been able to move into the cottage with me after only three more days. He still needed a wheelchair at first, but within a couple of weeks of intense physical therapy, he was able to walk with a walker, and now he only needed a cane and occasionally an arm.
Mr. Bouchard had done an excellent job at setting all the legal requirements in order, and despite a weak attempt by the college administration to assert ownership, they quickly had to concede that they had no claim on any part of his legacy. My lawyer had brought in various financial advisors to help make sense of the variety of certificates, stocks, and other assets that were included in Mr. B's bequest. I was amazed at how much they had appreciated in value over the last fifty or so years, and was still coming to grips with the fact that I would never have to work again, at least not for financial reasons. My lawyer likewise recommended a real estate lawyer to oversee the various issues that arose concerning the land and property deeds that were also included. Not only did I now own the cottage, I owned all the seaside cottages along that stretch of road, as well as a fairly large swath of undeveloped sea front land extending for over a mile in each direction from the cottage.
As Mr. Bouchard had instructed, I did my best to make restitution to the developer who had been managing the cottages as if they were his own, and in the end, was able to hire him as the property manager for them, with a significant raise in his personal income from what he had been making as the supposed owner. I was also able to make a sizable donation to the rehab center, which was facing more than a little confusion as Mr. Bouchard's influence disappeared. I funded the renovation and updating of the neglected floor that had surrounded his room, as well as giving them and endowment in his name so his legacy would continue to make a difference. For the moment, that was all I had been able to do, but I knew I wanted to do more. I decided to delay any decisions about the real estate, opting to keep the status quo for now, and allow the rentals to continue as rentals, although Ben and I would continue to live in the once haunted cottage.
The only other thing I had in the works was to figure out just how I wanted to be involved with the museum. I knew I owed my boss a debt of gratitude for standing in my corner in the conflict with the college. I think he had an inkling about the museum's charter on that day, and had quickly done his own research even before the box was opened. It turned out that one of the few public things Mr. Bouchard had managed to do before sequestering himself at the nursing home, was to spearhead the founding of the museum. Apparently, under his leadership, many wealthy people made generous donations as the museum was being established in the late 1950's. He was also the main architect of its charter and had made sure that it remained legally separate from the school, while offering educational opportunities to the students. He had also created some pretty strong language about the school not being able to benefit from the sale of any artifacts or assets in the museums collection. Finally he had specified that the museum was charged with offering the community a kind of free asset protection program whereby local residents could deposit valuables at the museum for safe keeping and retrieve them later. Almost no one knew about this last item, which seemed deliberately aimed at his own legacy, but it was still in full legal effect when the box was opened and I thought it would be good to keep it in place.
As Mr. Bouchard's legally specified next of kin, I had also inherited his place on the board of directors. A kind of ex-officio position that had been sitting idle for the last fifty years, but was now being reactivated by my boss. I was now sitting in the founder's chair, and had major say in all decisions. Rumor had it that the board was not happy that this forgotten position was now threatening to disrupt the long established hierarchy of their little kingdom, but I wasn't really interested in power. The only thing I had in mind, was perhaps to name the museum for it's founder. Otherwise I was perfectly happy to continue working as I had before, although I wasn't sure if my boss would be comfortable having his boss as an underling.
My reverie was interrupted by a soft hand on my shoulder. “You look miles away,” Sabina whispered.
“Not really,” I replied. “Just savoring the moment, and trying to adjust to everything. I Never expected...”
“No one ever does,” she sympathized. “And it will take time, but I think it's all for the best. I don't know anyone who deserves it more.” She gave me a quick hug and a peck on the cheek.
Ben saw this from across the lawn and leaned over to Chad to make a comment. Then making eye contact with me, he grabbed his crotch and motioned his head toward the carriage house. Chad laughed as Ben got up and made his way towards Helmut's house. “Looks like someone has recovered quite well,” Sabina chuckled. “You better not keep him waiting,” and with that she gave me a little shove in the same direction.
Helmut had made his guest room available to us whenever we wanted so if we felt frisky while we were here, Ben wouldn't have to exhaust himself by climbing two flights of stairs to our apartment. As we made our way past the public rooms to the spare room behind the kitchen, Kevin stepped out of the bathroom, his hair still damp, wearing nothing but a towel. “Really?” he smirked. “Less than an hour before my party?”
“What can I say?” I quipped, “Gotta keep up with Ben's therapy.”
“Oh brother!” he turned to head up the stairs to his bedroom.
“Wait!” I called, “I hear there's going to be some...umm...equipment standing in for underwear today. What kind? Rubber, metal, leather?”
He rolled his eyes as he turned toward us and opened the towel to reveal a tight red silicon cock ring forcing his cock and balls to stand out from his body. “Satisfied?” he asked. “Mike put it on me before we left the pond, and I'm not allowed to take it off until he takes it off of me. I just hope I don't get a boner at a bad time.”
“Does it have a butt plug as well? That's just the kind of thing Mike would do.” Ben asked, fascinated by this unexpected revelation.
“No, thank goodness,” Kevin sighed. “But it does have a built in vibrator under my balls.”
“Oh my,” I laughed. “Are you supposed to turn it on at some point?”
“No.” He hesitated for a moment before admitting, “I'm not allowed to do that either. Mike has the remote, and...”
Ben and I both broke into hysterics. “Oh my god!” Ben could hardly speak. “Remember that night at the boarding house, when...?”
“How could I forget?” I interrupted. “I thought you were going to knock the table over!”
Kevin looked confused, so I stepped up to him, closed his towel and gently turned him to face the stairs. Then, giving his bum a little pat, I whispered, “Go get dressed. We'll tell you about it later.”
Ben and I only had time for a quick grope and some kissing before we needed to be back at the party to greet guests and supervise the mayhem. Kevin had issued an invitation to the the entire incoming class at orientation yesterday, and we had no idea of how many would actually show up, but we were prepared for quite a crowd. Kevin had told his dad that he had identified at least three interesting boys and spoke to them personally to make sure they would come. Mike's tutelage seemed to be paying off, as Kevin's confidence around guys of his own age had increased immensely. He seemed to have developed more of a sense of who he really wanted to be with, and more of an ability to say no without malice or guilt. It soon became obvious who these three were, and whenever he was talking to one of them I noticed he would often suddenly flinch, and shift his stance.
“Evil, pure evil,” I accused when I ran into Mike at the bonfire. “You've been torturing that poor boy all evening.”
“Nonsense!” Mike insisted, look. He pointed out Kevin, sitting on the outside edge of the circle kissing one of the boys he had been interested in. “I've been on duty, making sure those guys know just how interested he is. Nothing catches a man's attention quite like an obvious boner.”
That may not have been the method I would have used, but I had to admit, it worked. “Well, results don't lie,” I chuckled. “I wonder if Helmut is going to need to stay at our place tonight?”
When Ben and I made it back to the cottage, it was late, and we were both tired. We had established a routine since he had become more mobile. Fucking happened in the morning, to get the blood pumping before physical therapy, but in the evenings we had our own particular wind down ritual which was sacred. No matter how tired we were, we never skipped it. We would both get naked, and I would give Ben a full body rub down. Since sensation had returned to his legs, he was keenly aware of the pleasure in just being touched. Of course, he would return the favor, but he wasn't as thorough as I was. I was always sure to include every inch of skin, from the bottoms of his feet to the top of his head. Sometimes I would get fixated on his balls, or nipples, or his ass hole, according to where my sexual appetite was sitting in the moment, but he was more interested in the sensuality of just being touched.
We would always follow this up with me giving him a long sensual blow job just before bed. The goal was never to make him cum, although sometimes he did, but rather for him to enjoy a sensation he had been denied for too long. During the summer we had taken to doing this on the back porch. At first, he asked to do it there as a joke, and I was a bit hesitant. But when we finally tried, it just felt so natural. We quickly replaced the single rocking chair with a porch swing big enough for two. We found ourselves spending our late evenings sitting out there naked, as I had done while he was in rehab. It seemed a fitting way to honor Mr. Bouchard's memory, and somehow, I think the house was happy that we were keeping that tradition alive.
Tonight Ben's rub down was short, and he struggled to stay awake. So before he was too far gone, I dragged him out back and took up my favorite position, kneeling between his legs with my face buried in his dense red bush. He moaned with pleasure as I enjoyed playing with his foreskin, pulling it back to expose the beautiful bulb that would force it's way inside me come morning. I took my time, bringing him to the edge then backing off multiple times. Each time I managed to swallow it a bit deeper, enjoying the sensation of his thick shaft as it slid up and down my throat while I held his pale pink balls firmly in my grip. Lost in the exquisite torture of edging, he was mine to command. But unlike those influenced by Mr. B., Ben was a willing participant.
The day had offered me perspective. The both of us had passed through fire to get to this moment, that was true. Suffering and trials we could never have imagined. But the day had also reminded me of all that we had to be thankful for. The people who surrounded us with love, the strangers who stepped up to help during adversity, and unexpected grace from realms unknown. We were truly blessed. I could think of no better way to draw such a perfect day to an end than by giving pleasure to the man I loved, and allowing myself to taste the salty warmth of his love in return. He moaned softly as I began again to bring him to the edge, only this time I knew I was not going to stop until, by satisfying his desire, he satisfied my hunger. As at the party, I knew this moment as something eternal, something to be cherished. So again, I willed myself to remember every detail, the smell of his musk, the color of his pubes, the slickness of his shaft as it made its way into my very soul. But unlike this afternoon, I couldn't wait for this moment to reach its climax. I reached up to tweak a nipple and immediately felt him tense up as he started to go over the edge. I only had a fraction of a second before the now inevitable explosion would take me from this bliss to another. But in that instant I knew peace. I knew joy. I knew eternity.
The End
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