Nevermore!
by and © Henry Higgins
Chapter 19 - Getting Ourselves Back Together
True to his word, Roger was sitting in his doc-mobile just outside the door to the ER, a cloud of puffy, white steam rising from the exhaust pipe. A med tech rolled Rusty out in a wheelchair, helping him up and into the SUV. I remembered that Kenny had been given a light sedative, so I helped him into the passenger seat beside Roger and walked around to the other side. I noticed that Roger still had his vanity license plates with DR-ROG-MD on them. I got in, buckled up, and we were gone.
I held Rusty as well as I could, given that we were both belted into opposite sides of the back seat. The boy soaked up the touch and the care. Before long, we neared my car in the mall parking lot. Kenny helped Roger find it, and I got out to drive my old car home. I noticed Kenny come around to take my place in the back seat to be near Rusty. In another few minutes, we were both pulling up in front of my house. I used the remote to open the garage door so that Rog could drive the boys and his doctor-mobile into the garage. I parked on the street and entered through the front door, a relatively infrequent occurrence for me, as it was usually I who parked in the garage and entered through the kitchen. As I came into the living room, I heard Kenny on the telephone ordering pizza. (Good thinking, Rog! Or, maybe it had been Kenny.)
As the boy hung up, I asked, "Well, do we have any new and interesting varieties in store tonight?" grinning as I said it.
"Huh? Oh! No, just the usual stuff." He grinned back - not too sedately, I noticed.
"Good," I said. "Kenny, could I get a hug from you? I need one!"
The boy ran over to me and melted into my embrace, sniffling a little as he did so. "I've been so scared. I didn't know what they were going to do to you."
"I didn't either, Honey. I was afraid I'd lose both you and Rusty. I don't know if I could have gone on living if that had happened!"
"You called me Honey. No one has called me that since my mother did when I was little."
I put a hand to his chin to raise his face so he was looking at me and then wiped away a tear. "Kenny, I so love you. I hope I can love you as well as your mom did."
He put his hand up to my cheek to wipe away my own tears as we hugged fiercely. It didn't take long for us to be joined by the other two from the kitchen and we all stood on my braided rug in the living room hugging each other. Yes, Rog, too, I noticed. The boys seemed to be growing more important to him as well as to me.
Rog suggested, "After we finish off the pizza, why don't we all get into that hot tub thingy of yours, Jim, and get some much-needed relaxation. I'd like to see how it works, anyway. On the way over here, I called Peter and told him that I wouldn't be home for dinner tonight and perhaps not till morning. He's okay with it." Roger winked at me and grinned.
"Hey, that's a great idea," I said. "I could sure stand some loosening up." I was already beginning to feel some pressure down below as I thought of being nakey and "in the showers" with Rog once more. Maybe this time we could both be boned and be okay with it. I knew that Kenny and Rusty would be in the same shape. Hey, maybe we could even try jacking off together!
"Hey, yeah!" said Rusty. "We could even turn on the poolwhirl so it'd give us all a massage."
"Whirlpool," said Kenny.
"Yeah, that. Man, I'm gettin' hard already, just thinkin' about it!"
"Well, boys, getting hard is a good thing, as I'm sure you know," said Rog. "That's why you get hard when you're sleeping - to exercise your reproductive system. Of course, at your age, that's not as much a need as it is when you get to be more like my age and Jim's."
I thought, oh Rog - ever the lecturer. "If you guys set the table, and Rog, you get a couple of beers and a couple of sodas, I'll get the door when Mr. Pizza Delivery gets here."
The others moved on into the kitchen as I waited in the living room for the arrival of Mr. Pizza Delivery. It didn't take long. Within minutes, the doorbell rang and I opened the front door to gaze upon a familiar face.
"Oh, hi!" said Pimples, the kid from the Bazookaburger. "Here's yer pizza. Say, you're the guy who came to see Betty yesterday, aren't ya!"
"Um, yes, I am. I thought you worked with Betty at Bazookaburger."
"I am. Um, I do. But, I also do pizza delivery as a second job. Gotta save for college, ya know - and girls!" He grinned.
"Yeah, they're both important," I answered. "Well, thanks for the pizza."
"Hey, you gave me too much money," said Pimples. "It's only twenty-two dollars and fifty cents. You gave me thirty."
"Yeah," I replied. "The rest is your tip. I really appreciate your bringing the pizza so promptly."
"Gee, thanks, Mr. Watson!" he said through another toothy grin. "I really appreciate that. You're nice."
"It's okay, kid. You're worth it. Tell Betty I said hello." I replied.
"Oh, yeah! For sure I will. And, tell Rusty I said hey."
"Okay. Thanks again," I said as I closed the door and carried the pizza into the kitchen to feed the hordes.
"Hey, guys," I said. "You'll never guess who just delivered our pizza! This kid who works with your mom, Rusty. At the Bazookaburger."
"Oh," said Rusty. "You mean that kid with all the pimples?"
I nodded.
"His name is Dempsey," said our little redhead. "He's okay, but he can be a little geekey at times."
"Well," I responded, "He said to tell you hi."
"Oh, that's nice. I guess."
I put the pizza box on the table, opened it, and we all dug in. It didn't take us long to finish the pizza and our drinks. We all sat around the kitchen table, not saying much. I suspected each of us was wondering what to do next. So, I plunged ahead.
"If you guys are serious about the hot tub, I'll go start filling it. Kenny, you could get some towels onto the warming rack. And Roger, would you help Rusty with a breath analysis?" I started to feel like a drill sergeant. Well, somebody had to take charge! We couldn't just sit there staring at each other.
The three of them seemed relieved to have some assigned task, which they jumped into eagerly. I headed down the hall into the bathroom and began to prepare the tub for our bath.
The bathroom had been my one big splurge when I got reestablished financially. The tub was a special design with walls about four feet high. It was about a foot-and-a-half longer and wider than a regular bathtub and set into a three-sided alcove in my bathroom. Along the long rear and two short end walls of the tub was a lip large enough to provide bench seating whether it was used a shower or as a hot tub. For three or four, there would be adequate room. For five or six, the area would become increasingly "cozy."
A gate in the front of the tub wall swung out to provide access to the unit when it was used as a shower. A shower curtain provided water protection for the shower mode and privacy for both tub and shower.
I closed the gate and moved the locking levers down to make the enclosure watertight. Then I started to fill the tub from two spigots, one at either end of the tub. Each spigot fed two showerheads so that one could take a "surround-shower" if desired. When alone, I usually showered at just one end.
For tonight, the tub would fill rapidly, fed by the two spigots. When we were through, it would drain just as rapidly from the drains at either end. So if we wanted to, we could finish off with showers.
Kenny came in to arrange towels on the towel warmer as I was starting to fill the tub. "What's that?" he asked as he noticed me emptying two packets into the water.
"Aroma-therapy beads," I said. "They're supposed to enhance relaxation. And then I'm going to add some oil so that the water won't dry our skin out. It works with the aroma-therapy beads."
"Cool. I've never had either one."
"I think you'll like it," I said. "I guess we'd better get back so we can get our clothes off."
Kenny grinned at me as he scampered up the hall to his room. By then, Roger and Rusty had finished Rusty's breath analysis and were waiting for Kenny and me. We needed no words to understand that Kenny and Rusty would use Kenny's room while Roger and I used mine.
As we entered my room, it struck me that I was about to realize a dream I'd held since junior high school. I couldn't count the jack-off sessions that had been fueled by visions of Roger in the showers, hard, arched, and pumping up into his stroking hand. I had never seen him that way, but it hadn't taken my adolescent imagination too much work to get him there, fueled by a mere glance of his magnificent, naked form from across the locker room. So, why was I hesitant now? I stood transfixed, gazing at him in wonder.
"You don't know how long I've waited for this," said Roger, a coy smile playing on his lips.
"Only about as long as I have," I replied.
I could only stand there, gazing at him. So, he approached me and began to unbutton my shirt when he realized how tense I was. "Hey, now; what's the matter?" he asked. I could feel the care and concern in his voice.
"I... don't know. It's just that I've dreamed about this for so long... you and me... like this." Roger embraced me as I continued, "I want it to be like my dreams, Rog. And more important, I don't want it to mess up anything between you and Peter."
He caressed my back as he hugged me tightly to him and whispered in my ear, "Don't worry about Peter. He and I have an understanding. What we have between us is so strong that it's okay for one of us to be with someone else occasionally. We both have that need because we both have people in our lives that have been very important to us. You're one of those people for me. Peter knows this and he's okay with it. The only requirement is that we're open with each other about it when we're with someone else."
"Oh my God, Rog! That's so wonderful - that you two have such a strong love that you can accommodate other people. What a rare gift!"
"Well," he said with a smirk, "It's sure made for some interesting parties!"
I giggled at the thought and reached to unbutton my shirt. Rog grabbed my hand and said, "No; let me." And so I surrendered to his loving touch. My shirt fell to the floor, followed by my T-shirt. As the cool air hit my torso, I felt the cinch around my waist loosen and my pants fall to the floor, followed immediately by my underpants. I sat back on the bed to give him access to my shoes and socks, and to remove my pants. He looked down at me, grinning lustfully at my quickly rising penis. "Beautiful," was all he said.
I noticed the little wet spot on the front of his pants as I stood and began to undress him. In one move I got his pullover and T-shirt up and off him, only to be greeted by a wonderful mat of wiry, copper curls. "Oh, my God! You're a bear!" I exclaimed.
"Yeah," he replied with a grin, "Is life great, or what?"
I couldn't wait to get him fully naked to see just how far his "bear-ness" extended. So down came his pants and briefs in another smooth motion. I was rewarded with the wonderful sight of his hairy belly, thighs, and legs - all wonderfully copper-red. His penis stood out from him, already at full attention, and drooling a little glistening thread of pre-cum as a drop fell to the floor. His pubes were a brighter red mass of wiry curls that formed a foundation for his penis and evoked memories of the boy that had captured my imagination so many years ago. I hugged him and found his back and butt to be every bit as hairy as his front.
Suddenly, from the doorway came the exclamation, "Oh, my God!" We turned to see two very smooth and highly excited boys staring at us as they stood there, arm in arm.
"Rog," said Kenny, "You've got so much hair!"
"Yeah," said Rusty. "And it's red, like mine!"
"It's all in the genes," said Rog, as he slapped me on my butt and said, "Now; let's get to some serious hot-tubbing."
The boys followed us into the bathroom, where I turned the lights lower, set the water temperature to just over body temperature, and started the whirlpool motor. Rog and I got in first and then helped the boys in one at a time. They sat at one end of the tub; Rog and I at the other. The whirlpool motor rumbled as we all settled back and let the heat, moisture, and aroma pervade our senses.
"What's that nice smell?" asked Rusty.
"Aroma-therapy beads," I answered. "It's a mix of balsam and mint with a little touch of evergreen. It's supposed to help us relax."
"The water feels so slippery," observed Kenny, as he placed an arm around Rusty's shoulders.
"That's the bath oil I added to help keep our skin from drying out," I said. Gradually, I could feel my tension dissipating. It was easy to see the boys relaxing. I looked at Rog to see his eyes half-closed and a smile of utmost contentment on his face. I wanted so much to grab his penis and play with it, but I didn't want to break the spell that had settled on us. So I kept my hands and thoughts to myself.
Almost dreamily, Rog said, "Why don't we try some deep breathing to help us relax even more."
"I don't know how to do that," said Rusty.
"It's easy," Rog said. "Just begin a breath in by pulling air down into your belly so that it pushes out. Then let your chest push out to fill your lungs. Hold it for a second or two and then gradually let the air out, first from your chest, and then from your belly. Put your hand on your belly to feel it swell first. Then fill your chest."
We did as Rog had instructed us. As I exhaled, I could feel tension drain from around my shoulders, chest, and upper back.
"That's good, guys," coached Rog. "Just keep up the rhythm you established at the start. And remember - tummy first and then chest for inhaling; reverse it for exhaling."
With each succeeding breath, I felt myself slide more into a deep state of relaxation. Both boys had their eyes closed as they breathed deeply. And then I closed my eyes. I wasn't asleep. Rather, I felt quite alert and aware of the others. I began to wonder if this awareness was another part of the "empathic thing" that Rog had described to Max. However, that thought didn't have time to get planted. It seemed to fly up and away from my awareness. All that remained was a slight blue haze that seemed strangely familiar.
My eyes were closed, but I was intensely aware of my three companions in the tub. It was as if I could be in each of their minds as well as in mine. My tumescence had diminished somewhat as I had helped the boys get into the tub and then followed Roger's instructions for deep breathing. But now, the hard-on was back full force. I couldn't remember when I'd been so hard - and not just hard, but swollen and engorged... even ripe and needing to squirt.
I wondered if any of the others shared this feeling, and as I did so, I could immediately sense their feelings. Roger was wondering at what was going on as he felt the same degree of swelling to the bursting point that I did. Kenny was one continuous string of "Oh wow!" as he lay back, totally overcome by the feeling. Rusty was in total awe. He had never felt so good before. We all felt swept up in the ascending sexual tension, as well as bound and held in bonds of exquisite, caring love. None of us were afraid.
I could feel each of the others come occasionally into my awareness as I had into theirs. We were each in our own awareness, yet in each other's, all at the same time. The cumulative effect was awe inspiring as we rose towards what I knew must be a thundering climax. Not even my first orgasm could have been this powerful and consuming. It was as if all four of our penises had blended into one big one that was way larger than just our four penises put together.
Rusty began a high, keening wail as we rode up the mountain of tension. Shortly after, Kenny started a lower, undulating wave of "Oh." Roger and I could only grunt in bass punctuation. I could sense that we all felt a huge volcano of jism about to spew forth from our cocks.
And then we were there! Globs of semen pumped up and out and floated to the surface of the bubbling water as we all sailed down the other side of the climax. Where just before, I had never felt so full, I now felt empty as I never had before - so empty that my urethra hurt. We all panted to catch our breath. Eyes opened and we looked around at one another. Everyone was still sitting in the same place. We each sat alone. Apparently, nobody had touched anybody else. Yet we all felt totally exhausted of any energy.
After what seemed like hours, although it was probably only a minute or so, I opened the drain at my end of the tub and indicated to Kenny that he should do likewise on his end. A vortex formed at either end of the tub as the healing waters rushed out, carrying with them our accumulated discharge. I thought about turning on the showers for us to rinse off, but decided against it. It seemed too harsh a thing to do just then. What seemed right was that we should all get into bed, infused with the healing aromas of the beads and oil, and restore ourselves with a good sleep.
Kenny and Rusty dried each other, as did Roger and I. I shut off the bathroom lights as we walked into the hallway. There was no question to be asked as to who would sleep where. We all piled into my king-size bed, snuggled up to each other, and fell fast asleep.
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