An Unexpected Turn

There’s A Reason

I was sitting in my recliner, watching TV alone. The house was quiet and it felt normal to be sitting there alone, much as I had before Ian came in to my life. The news came on and a helicopter was filming what looked like a huge accident on the highway below. There was fire and cars in piles everywhere. The camera zoomed in on a pile of wreckage that looked like the cab of a burned-out tractor and the remnants of the trailer it was pulling. The reporter spoke of the wreckage as having been a tanker full of diesel fuel which had exploded from the impact of the mass collision of vehicles. “Dozens of deaths and dozens more severe injuries”, the reporter was saying. The scene looked strangely familiar and yet different as I watched. I felt very sorry for all the victims and a tear rolled down my cheek. They showed a picture of a man briefly and he seemed to have had something to do with the accident. He somehow looked familiar. The scene suddenly changed, and a voice said, “and in other news, four teens were killed in a horrible wreck that resulted in their bodies being so burnt, their dental records had to be compared to verify their identities. They were found after a fire was reported in the area which had apparently been started due to the crash. Again, the scene looked familiar, but at the same time, quite different. Suddenly I found myself standing with Bruce, and Dave was looking on. Bruce said to me, “Now go! Get out of here! You don’t belong here”! As he and Dave were walking away, Dave looked back at me and smiled, then said, “There’s a reason”. I suddenly awoke sitting up in bed. Ian was looking up at me looking worried, “Steve! What’s wrong”?

I just sat there trying to comprehend what I’d just dreamt. Sweat was running down my face, burning my eyes, then tears started to flow from them. Ian sat up and asked, “What is it, Steve?”, and then he hugged me tightly. I trembled in his arms as he comforted me. I needed this from him, and he knew it. “Another bad dream”, he asked rhetorically? After a few minutes I stopped sobbing. The dream was sinking in, or was it just a dream? Ian sensed my calm and released his embrace somewhat, “Want to talk about it”? I shook my head and said, “Not right now Ian, but I will. I just need to clear my head”. Ian smiled slightly and said, “Whenever you want. I’m here for you Steve”. I smiled and felt comforted by his words and presence, “I know that and am lucky for it. Sorry I woke you. Now try to go back to sleep. It’s only a little over an hour and we’ll need to get up for work”. “Don’t be sorry. I’m glad I woke”. I laid back down but stayed flat on my back. Ian rolled over toward me and rested his head on my shoulder and placed his arm on my chest. I closed my eyes, pretending to go back to sleep, but just laid awake, thinking about the dreams I’d had lately.

Later that morning when we were at work, I called Dr. Green. He set me up with an appointment the following day. I told Ian after work that I had an appointment with Dr. Green after work tomorrow and we’d have to drive separately to go to work. Ian said he didn’t mind coming with, but I told him he didn’t need to.

That next morning, I reminded Ian that we had to drive separately because I had an appointment with Dr. Green. Ian again said he didn’t mind coming along and waiting for me. I told him that it would give him a chance to get that vacuuming and dusting done that he said was needed at his house. “So now you think I’ve been procrastinating?”, he said grinning. “You’re the one who said it needed done”, and then I added grinning, “Just because clouds of dust come up with every step we take once inside, doesn’t mean it needs cleaning”. Ian giggled. I wanted to turn us around and go back in to the bedroom.

After work I headed to my appointment. I sat in the waiting room for a half hour and was having second thoughts when the receptionist said, “Dr. Sommers will see you now”. She pointed to the door to the room. Yes, I wasn’t actually truthful to Ian. It wasn’t Dr. Green that I had the appointment with. Dr. Green had just set the appointment up for me. When I arrived back home, Ian wasn’t there. I was feeling guilty for not being honest with him but had felt he’d be too concerned if I told him the truth. I called Ian and asked when he’d be home so I could plan dinner. He was just leaving the gym and would be home in about 20 minutes, so we decided to shower and go out to eat.

We went to a small Italian restaurant just outside the city. We’d heard their lasagna was fantastic. They brought us the wine we ordered and while we waited for our food, Ian asked, “So what did Dr. Green have to say”? I responded, “Not much”, then I decided to speak the truth without telling the truth, “My arm is pretty much totally healed and there shouldn’t be any scars on my back because the glass hadn’t penetrated too deeply”. Ian gave me an odd look, but then said, “No more dust clouds from the floor now”, and grinned. I said, “Ian, I was only joking about that”. “I know, but I did vacuum and dust. Maybe I should get a maid”. I looked him in the eyes and said, “…or rent it out or even sell it. Ian, we never did finish the conversation we were having the other day when we happened upon the fire and I’d like to finish that conversation”. “Here”, Ian asked? I looked around the somewhat crowded restaurant and said, “No, not here, somewhere when we’re alone, but not tonight or at least not until after we discuss something else that I need to tell you”. Ian gave me another strange look and then it seemed he was about to say something when our food arrived. We ate pretty much in silence after that except to comment on how delicious the food was.

After we got home, we changed into shorts and went out on the deck outside the bedroom. As we sipped our drinks, Ian said, “You wanted to tell me something”? I hadn’t yet decided on how to put it yet, but figured, here goes, “Ian, my appointment wasn’t with Dr. Green today. He had just set it up”. Ian looked at me nodding, “I kind of figured that since what you told me today was what Dr. Green had already said”. I felt like an ass right now, “I didn’t want to lie to you Ian, but I was afraid to tell you the truth. I’ve put myself under a lot of stress lately and didn’t want to burden you with any more stress than you’ve already been under, so I made an appointment with Dr. Sommers. She’s a psychologist and Dr. Green said she might be able to help me deal with the stress and maybe even the dreams”. Ian’s expression didn’t change, and he asked, “So did she help you”? “Well, maybe some. She said the dreams were probably a manifestation of my fears and the stress I’ve been under, but there were things she couldn’t explain”. “Like what”, Ian asked, still not changing his expression? “I told her about what Bruce had asked me to tell Carl and the fact that Carl actually did find a safe behind the picture. She said she was sure there was some explanation for it and that it was probably just a hallucination from the trauma of the crash, but that still didn’t explain my knowing Carl needed to look behind the picture”. Ian then looked at me and a tear rolled down his left cheek, “Steve, there’s something I need to tell you as well after you’re done, but know this, it hurts me when I know you’re feeling down, and you don’t want to trouble me with it. I love you and always want to help you carry those burdens as you do for me. Please let me”. I teared up too, “I’m sorry Ian. I didn’t think about it that way”. Another tear rolled down each cheek as Ian said, “I know Steve. That’s because you’re always caring about other people so much that you don’t realize other people care about you as well. Let me care Steve. Let me help you through this”. We both had tears flowing and then we were embracing and kissing and eventually I said, “Ian, you help me just by being at my side every day. The dream I had about you dying in that fire crushed me. I realize it wasn’t real, but I was devastated just the same. It’s part of the reason I haven’t burdened you with all that’s been going on because I’ve been wondering if I’ve been endangering you. The crash on the highway. I know, you keep telling me you would want me to do the same thing if I had to do it all over again, but it still bothers me that you might have been killed and you almost were killed during the fire because I drove us to that house. After Bruce told me what to tell Carl, he told me to get out of there, that I didn’t belong. Lately I was starting to think that Bruce had been wrong. Maybe I was supposed to have died. Maybe I had cheated death and it was now trying to claim me and those I love because of that”. Ian was looking at me horrified, “Don’t say that Steve”. “It’s ok Ian. You wanted to know and I’m telling you now. I need to tell you all of it. It was how I felt after the fire and Greg had looked at me and asked those questions and then you had said about how strange these incidents were and how I’d happened to be there. It put me in a dark place, but I wasn’t blaming Greg and especially not you for that. It was the realization that you were both correct. There was no explanation for why I was at those places at that time”. Ian just nodded, understanding. I then told him in detail about the second dream I had and seeing Bruce and Dave at the end of the dream and what Dave had said as he a Bruce walked away. I told him when I had told Dr. Sommers about that dream, she said it was a rationalization of the stress I’d put myself under.

Ian looked at me and it seemed to be an eternity before he said anything. “Steve, I’m glad you told me everything. I now understand why you didn’t tell me everything at first and now I have to tell you something that I think you should know. Something I didn’t tell you after you recounted your dream of me being killed in the fire. Yes, I was trying to protect you as well. Why do we screw so much up when we’re trying to do the right thing? We try to protect each other from sad feelings but create them in another form. Dr. Sommers couldn’t explain how you accurately described where Carl would find the safe. I don’t think she could explain how you accurately described how I found the kitten either”. “Wait, what”, I asked? “When you told me about the dream you had where I died in the explosion from the fire, you described in detail exactly what I did and where I found Daisy. You couldn’t have done that unless you were there, and you weren’t until you rushed back in and saved us. I was afraid to burden you with that because I knew you were already dealing with everything else. Now you know. This isn’t something some psychologist can explain away Steve”. “There’s a reason”, Dave's words echoed in my head as what Ian had just told me sank in. If they were only dreams, how could I have known?

I suddenly realized how tired I was, “It’s been a long day, Ian. I think I’m going to go to bed”. “Yeah, me too”, Ian said. We cleaned up and brushed our teeth and climbed into bed. Uncharacteristically, Ian spooned up against my back and draped his arm around me with his hand resting on my chest. It seemed Ian Jr. found a comfortable spot to rest.

I awoke the next morning almost an hour before the alarm went off. I felt more rested than I have in several days. Ian Jr. was planted solidly in the valley between my cheeks just like when we went to bed, except now he was at full staff. Ian’s arm was still draped over me, with his hand on my left pec. I thought about getting a cup of coffee, but instead I pushed back tighter against my muscle pup. It felt so nice. Ian giggled as he pushed his rigid cock deeper into my crack. The rumble from his chest against my back from his giggle felt almost like a massage and his hand slid from my left pec down to find Steve Jr. eagerly throbbing. “You’re up early”, I commented, then added, “awake too”. Again, the giggle. “Since we’re both up so early, can we play”, Ian asked? “I think Ian Jr. has already started and Steve Jr. has been excited ever since I woke up and felt you against me”, I said and then glanced back at him smiling. I kissed him then, “Good morning Stud”. “Good morning”, Ian replied and then began grinding his stiff rod up and down between my cheeks which was already slick from his precum. I began grinding back into him, “I want you inside me stud. Fuck me Ian”! He pulled back a little and guided the head of his hard, slick cock to my eager hole. He pushed the head in and waited a few seconds before slowly sinking inside me. “Fuuuck. Yes. Fill me Ian”, I groaned. Ian was soon pressed tightly against me, “Fuck this feels so good Steve. I should have just parked it there all night”. I chuckled, “That might have made for a good night for both of us”. Ian began slowly stroking into me, but only held my cock in his hand as if using it to pull himself inside me further and it seemed to be working. My cock was soaking his hand in precum, “Yes Ian. So deep. Yes! Fuck me! Harder”! Ian picked up the pace and then began stroking my own cock as well, but only periodically. Soon he was pounding into me and my prostate was singing, “Fuck yes Ian! Oh my god yes! Fuck me! Oh”! I felt myself soon ready to release my seed, but Ian must have sensed it and stopped stroking me. Suddenly Ian’s breathing grew sharper and with shorter breaths and then, “Fuck”! I felt his cock swell inside me and then he began shooting his seed into me. As he caught his breath I began to wonder why he hadn’t gotten me off at the same time like we usually did. I wasn’t concerned about it since I enjoyed every second of his cock massaging my prostate. Ian slowly withdrew his cock from me and kissed my neck as he began stroking my cock once more. “MMMmm, that was nice”, I said. “We’re not done yet”, Ian said as he climbed down between my legs and began licking my balls and the shaft of my cock. “Fuck yes Ian. That feels so good”, I whispered. Then he took my cock into his mouth and began sucking and tonguing it. I soon felt the tingling and my cock grew even stiffer yet. Ian looked into my eyes giving me a knowing look. “Yeah stud. Here it comes”, I said and then drew a sharp breath as I began unloading my seed into his mouth. He struggled a little, but managed to swallow it. He released Jr. from his lips and then crawled on top of me and we kissed. As we kissed, I realized he hadn’t swallowed all of me. He saved some to share with me as we moved it back and forth until it had dissolved. We then laid there together until the alarm went off.

We showered together and then went to the kitchen for coffee and breakfast. While sipping our coffee, Ian asked, “So, how was sleep last night”? I smiled and said, “I slept very well, thanks. I felt more rested this morning than I have in a while. I think our talk last night helped”. “Yeah? Maybe having Ian Jr. between those cheeks helped as well. I know I sleep very well when Jr’s resting between my cheeks”, Ian said grinning. “That too”, I agreed, then added, “It was nice and a change of pace having you spoon me last night. I felt, I don’t know, safe, I guess is the best word”. Ian looked as if in thought for a second and then said, “That’s exactly how I feel”.

We were headed to work in my car when Ian said to me, “I’ve been thinking about those dreams you’ve been having”. “Nightmares”, I corrected him. “Maybe. Maybe they’re just showing you what might have happened if you hadn’t been there. Think about it. If you hadn’t braked and tried to let Dave in, the wreck you saw in your dr.. ur nightmare may have been what happened. If you hadn’t found the teens crashed into that tree, the car could have caught fire and killed them just like you said about the nightmare. And finally, who’s to say I wouldn’t have found my way on that day to that house fire and having to rescue the family by myself, didn’t have enough time before the house blew up or flashed over as Greg put it”. I thought about what Ian just said and after we parked, before getting out of the car, I said to Ian, “What you’re suggesting makes more sense than anything else I’ve heard so far, but it just makes this whole thing stranger than it already was”. Ian looked at me, contemplating what I said and then just nodded his head and we got out of the car and went into work.

That night as we were winding down after dinner, I asked Ian, “There’s just one thing. What did you mean by that”? Ian looked at me and then looked down at his feet, “Oh yeah. I guess we need to discuss this and now is as good a time as any.” Ian looked back up to me and continued, “I guess we were interrupted before I could explain. I’m sorry if you were worried. I wasn’t trying to upset you. I was just going to say that if you wanted to keep it low key, that I still would want Chad to be there”. I just stared at him with my mouth open. “What”, Ian asked? I grinned and shook my head, “Those four words were echoing in my head ever since you said them. It was driving me crazy worrying and that’s all you were about to say? Right now, I want to kill you and right now, I want to kiss you”. Ian giggled and then said, “I guess you better do the kissing part first since kissing a dead person seems a bit gross and would border on necrophilia”. Jr. had come to attention when Ian giggled, so when I embraced Ian and began kissing him, his eyes opened wide, and he then reached around and palmed my butt and pulled us closer together. As we broke the kiss Ian grinned and stated, “Jr’s excited”. “You giggled”, I replied, grinning as well.

Suddenly my phone interrupted us. I was going to let whoever it was leave a message, but then saw who the caller was, “Ryan, it’s good to hear from you. How are things”? Ryan’s voice sounded excited, “I’m doing great Steve! I just finished working for the season and was thinking about stopping for a visit if that’s ok with you”. I smiled over at Ian while saying, “That sounds great Ryan. We’d love for you to come visit. When were you thinking about coming”? Ryan replied, “Would next weekend be ok? You said we. Does that mean that Ian’s there”? “Yep, Ian’s right here smiling and yes, next weekend would be great. How long can you stay”, I asked? Ryan said, “Tell Ian I said hello. Would a week be ok”? I told Ian, “Ryan says hello”, and then said to Ryan, “Not long enough, but we’ll take what we can get”. Ryan chuckled and then said, “I should be able to get there sometime Friday afternoon or evening. Could you text me the directions Steve? Can I stay at your place or should I rent a motel”? I laughed, “A motel? Didn’t you see enough of them? Of course you can stay here. Ian can sleep on the floor”. I winked at Ian. He grinned knowingly. Ryan laughed and said, “Well there was one motel that I didn’t grow tired of, but I think it was because of the two occupants. I’ll see you guys next week Steve. Bye”. “See you then Ryan”, I said, then hung up. Ian said excitedly, “I’m glad he’s coming to visit. I still remember the look on his face when the two of you came out of the bathroom after you showed him how to clean himself properly and the look on his face when he surfaced in the pool without his suit or should I say, my boxers. I’m so glad I didn’t lose those memories”. “Any other memories you’re glad you retained”, I asked? “All of them. It’s amazing how much can happen in a couple of weeks, but those couple of weeks changed my whole life. The most important memory was of how much I love you Steve, but I think I realized that even before I remembered it all. I think it was in front of me the whole time, but without knowing you knew and loved me back, I couldn’t trust doing anything about it”, Ian said. I smiled, “Speaking about doing something about it, what do we want to do about us”? We discussed how we would handle things like whether to announce it at work, whether we should have a small wedding or just do it in private. Once we had agreed on what we were going to do, we then agreed to announce it to Chad, Carl, and Ryan next weekend. We still hadn’t set a specific date, but we didn’t feel the need to rush. I sighed, happy we had made the big decision, “Well, now that we’re finished with that, what do you want to do now”. Ian smiled and said, “Well, before Ryan rudely interrupted us, I believe Jr. was panting like a dog in heat”. I grinned widely, “Well Jr. is definitely in heat and he’s definitely a dog, so shall we go into the bedroom and release the hounds”? Ian giggled and said, “Most certainly”. We grabbed each other’s hand and headed to the bedroom. After Ian giggled, I think I wet myself with the amount of precum Jr. spit out.

We made love, slowly and deeply. We sixty-nined for a while and then I slowly fucked him, doggy-style 😉 until he was begging me to go faster and harder and even then, I resisted for a while. His begging was actually making me hotter, and I soon relented and began giving him hard, rapid strokes and soon felt my pending eruption. I had him flip over on his back which he did eagerly and with a wide grin. As I began slamming into him again while looking into his eyes, Ian said, “I love you Steve”, and then his cock jerked a few times and then blasts of cum exploded from his untouched cock. His hole spasmed around my own cock and it resulted in my own orgasm, flooding Ian with my seed. I slowly lowered down onto him, “I love you Ian”, and then licked his cum from his face and then kissed him. We remained locked together for a while. I actually rolled us so that he was now on top of me, but with my cock, still semi-hard still inside him. We eventually broke the kiss and he began kissing my ear and neck before nuzzling his head in my neck. Soon I felt the slow rise and fall of his chest on mine and knew he was falling asleep. I smiled and thought of how lucky I was to have this wonderful person want me. My heart, body, and soul were at peace.

I awoke some time later with Ian still in the same position. My arms were still wrapped around him. My cock had softened and withdrawn from him. I noticed our breathing seemed to have synchronized and smiled to myself. I laid there and wondered what changes would be made to what is now, our house. I embraced him a little tighter, but not enough to wake him and then kissed him on his head. My little stud. My muscle pup. My Ian. My love.

“Hey Carl, what’s up”, Chad asked answering his phone? “Hey Chad. Just wanted to know if you’re going over to Steve’s tomorrow. We need to help Ian get him out of the mood he’s been in the past few days”, Carl said and then added, “and I’d like to see you too”. Chad smiled, “Really? Thanks, I’d like to see you as well. I agree, we need to help Steve if we can. We’re his friends and we need to be there for him”. Carl added, “As much as he’s done for so many others, he deserves to be happy”. Chad replied, “Yes he does and speaking of happy, it would make me very happy if you’d join me for dinner before we go to Steve’s tomorrow”. Carl smiled and said, “That sounds like it would be fun. Where were you thinking”? Chad asked, “Do you like Italian food”. Carl responded, “I love Italian food”. “Excellent, Ian told me about a nice place near the edge of town that he and Steve ate at. He said the food was really good. He said they make awesome lasagna. How about I pick you up at your place”? “Sounds like a plan. What time”, Carl asked? “Would five be too early? I don’t want to get to Steve’s too late”, Chad said. Carl replied, “Five would be fine. See you then”. “See you at five”, Chad said, then hung up and pumped his fist in the air, “Yes”!

“So, should we call him tomorrow and see if it’s ok to come over sometime Saturday”, Tony asked? “Sure. It will be fun, and I’d feel a lot more comfortable talking to Steve without the rents being with us”, Scott replied. “Too bad Mike’s not coming along”, Tony added. “He must be getting pretty serious with Julie if he’s hanging with her and her rents all day on a Saturday”, Scott said, but was thinking, ‘I like Mike, but I’d much rather just hang out with Tony. He’d probably hate me if he knew how I really felt about him’. Tony smiled and said, “He’s getting desperate because she still hasn’t given him anything more than a kiss and a hand job. He’s trying to impress her by doing things with her family. I’m cool with it being just the two of us”. “Yeah, me too”, Scott said and was thinking, ‘I’d give you more than just a kiss and a hand job, but I’d die for even that much’.

They had been friends since grade school and would do sleepovers every chance they could get. Their parents had insisted they alternate houses so that neither set of parents would be over-burdened with the two rambunctious boys. It was in seventh or eighth grade when Scott remembered looking at other boys when changing in the locker room or showering. He always kept it low key, but sometimes he had to scramble to dress before someone noticed his cock was getting hard. It was more difficult with the sleepovers though. He’d watch Tony undress down to his briefs while making superfluous conversation, sometimes forgetting what he’d been saying. Then when Tony would turn toward him, he’d turn his back and pretend he’d been looking the other way the entire time. He’d undress at the edge of the bed and pull the covers up as he turned to slide into bed hoping Tony wouldn’t catch a glimpse of the tent in his briefs. One night during one of those sleepovers as he climbed into Tony’s bed, he looked over and Tony was looking at him grinning. Scott asked him what he was grinning at? Scott was horrified when Tony pulled the cover from him and said, “That”, indicating the tent in Scott’s briefs. Scott turned crimson until Tony said, “Don’t sweat it. Me too”, and then threw the covers off himself revealing his own tented briefs. Scott was shocked further when Tony asked him, “Ever jerk off”? Still embarrassed, but thinking quickly, Scott replied, “Doesn’t every guy”? Tony chuckled and then looked to Scott with a wicked grin, “Want to do it together”? A wet spot had instantly formed at the peak of Scott’s tented briefs, “If you want to”, Scott replied. Tony immediately shoved his brief down over his hips and his stiff boner slapped up into his stomach. Scott just stared at it. He’d seen Tony naked in the showers and locker room, but never hard. Scott watched as Tony began stroking his stiff rod. “Are you going to join me or just watch me do it”, Tony asked him? Scott quickly pulled his own precum spotted briefs down to his knees. “Sorry, that’s the first hard cock I’ve ever seen other than my own”, Scott said as he began stroking his own hard meat. They both stroked their hard cocks while watching the other do it and it wasn’t long before Tony said, “I’m about to cum. Fuck!” His cum shot into his chin and then on his chest and stomach. Seeing this, sent Scott over the edge as well, “Oh shit! Fuck!” Scott came so hard that the first shot landed on his forehead and nose. The next hit his chin and chest and the rest pumped onto his stomach. Scott looked over at Tony who was laughing at the mess they had made of themselves. Scott’s still throbbing member jumped and released more cum as he looked at the cum on Tony’s chin wishing it were his own. After that night, it had become a regular thing for them, but they never touched each other’s cocks. Scott wished that someday that might happen, but now that they were eighteen, it seemed less likely and more likely that Tony would find the hot girl he always had said he was looking for.

“Well, I should be getting home. Mom and dad are probably wondering why I’m out so late on a school night”, Tony said. “Just tell them you were jerking off with me and lost track of time”, Scott said and then laughed nervously. Tony laughed and said, “That would go over well. See ya in the mornin’” “Later”, Scott said as he watched Tony’s butt as he walked out of his bedroom. As soon as he heard the front door close, Scott was out of his clothes and stroking his hard cock picturing Tony’s butt as he walked toward his bedroom door. He had always tried to picture Tony’s stiff cock and dark patch of pubic hair above his cock when he jerked off alone. His attraction to Tony’s butt was something new and he soon had a puddle of cum on his abdomen and chest.

I woke again and realized I had dozed off again. Ian hadn’t moved and I remembered we had laid together with Ian’s cum between us. “Hey stud, we need to get cleaned up a little or we’re going to end up cum-glued together”, I said next to his ear. He didn’t budge, so I decided to roll us over and dislodge us that way. As I rolled us over, Ian woke with a start, “Whoa! Shit”! “Sorry stud, I got you”, I said as he came to rest on his back. I went to get up, but realized it was too late. The cum had dried. Ian began giggling at our situation and I couldn’t help laughing too as we painfully separated. I felt something run down my chest from my collar, “Thanks Ian”, I said realizing that he had drooled on me while he slept. He giggled and I pounced on him and tickled his sides. He began laughing and screaming at the same time. This went on for a few minutes and then I bent down and kissed him. When we broke the kiss we said in unison, I love you Ian/Steve”. We showered together, soaping each other, and shampooing each other’s hair and then climbed back into bed. I spooned him tonight at his request.

End of Chapter 19