Story Orgy Monday - Sweet Meet part one

Howdy, Story Orgy fans. Happy Monday to ya! I have some great news for you *smiling and wiggling in chair*. The winners of the Story Orgy Christmas in July contest have been selected. While all the entries were stellar, the SO writers grabbed 5 outstanding prompts like kids tearing into gifts under the tree. These lucky winners will each receive a free advanced copy of the e-book anthology containing all 5 Christmas in July stories. Every Monday through the month of December, the writers will post a "chapter" of each story, and in early January everyone will be able to purchase the e-book anthology containing all five stories. The lucky winners and their SO writer are:

JAMES - road ranger (the men who help people with flat tires on the highway) / hurt deer / veterinarian office -- Beverly Smith

HANK - pianist / mountain lodge / mistletoe -- Jessica Pullum

LEE - librarian / Under the Christmas tree / ball of yarn -- Cooper McKenzie

EM - Chris Kringle / snow lodge in Aspen / big red bow -- Danny Bottoms-Johns

HAVAN - toy maker / snowed-in cabin / Christmas wrapping -- Myristica Onenine

Congratulations to all five winners! Now all you have to do is sit patiently and wait for December.

Don’t get too settled yet. There’s more great news! Story Orgy’s very own Lee Brazil has a new book being released this Friday at Breathless Press. That’s right! Mark your calendars and we’ll go get it together! It’s the third book in his Truth or Dare series, titled Giving Up. Whoo Hooo! Keep ‘em coming, Lee!

Now, are you ready for the story? See that picture? That’s the SO picture prompt for the week. Yummy, huh? Yep…Jade Basier is terrific, isn’t she? She has awesome taste and outstanding talent. *Waves* Thanks, Jade!

Don’t forget to jump over to the other blogs when you finish this sweet read. You’ll definitely want to see how the other SO writers were inspired by the pick. Here you go. Enjoy!

Sweet Meet

Oscar had moved three times in the past four years, and it never got any easier for him. It was always the same, strange places, curious faces, and men always trying to get into the bedroom. Or anywhere else for that matter. Oscar had always been attractive, but his beauty was more than just skin deep.

“Did you get the last towel?” A grumble jabbed at him from a few feet away.  

Oscar tried to respond as politely as he could, without sounding like a wimp. “No, but mine is barely damp if you need it.”

“Don’t you get smart with me, you fucking newbie.” The guy’s cruel pitch took Oscar by surprise.

“What the fuck do you think you are doing?” A voice chimed in from the other side of the locker partition. A handsome well-built gentleman walked around the corner wearing nothing but his birthday suit, pointing. “Don’t you ever let me catch you treating a teammate like that again, do you hear me?”

“Of course.” The complaining quickly came to a halt. The surly guy turned and left.

“Thank you…umm.” Oscar raked his fingers through his hair and he stood to greet the stranger, catching the towel that fell from his waist. Trying not to give any inclination he admired the rescuer’s low hanging balls and matching prick. “My name is Oscar-”

“Yes. I know. It’s Oscar Silveira.” The team captain held out his hand in greeting. “Welcome to the swim team.”

Oscar felt an awakening, as if his soul had caught fire.

“I’m Elias Cardozo.” The man’s warm smile and glimmering eyes melted Oscar’s heart.

Elias sat on the brown cushioned bench next to Oscar, looked to Oscar as the corner of his mouth tipped up. “Don’t worry about these guys. They’re more bark than bite.”

Oscar snickered at the remark. “So, what do you guys do for fun around here?”

“Simple life here. Work. And occasionally I play.” Elias stretched his legs out, his shoulders rested on the wall. “What do you like to do?”

“I’m new in town. Don’t really know what to do around here.” Not wanting to look like a whiner, Oscar thought it best if he just got dressed and called it a day. He stood and tossed his towel into the hamper in the corner.

“Wow.” Elias breathed a heavy sigh. His eyes fixed on Oscar’s crotch.

“What?” Oscar turned to his locker, grabbed his gym shorts and t-shirt.

“You’re just…handsome. That’s all.” Elias headed for his locker. “I know. I shouldn’t have said that. I’m sorry.” Elias didn’t look Oscar’s way, but instead rounded the corner from which he first came.

Oscar watched as Elias’ round ass turned the corner. He threw on his clothes and tried to catch up with Elias, double-stepping all the way, not realizing Elias was right on the other side of the dividing lockers.

“Ahem.”

Oscar’s bare feet stuck to the tiled floor, nearly causing him to topple forward. He turned toward the direction from which the sound came.

“Where are you off to in such a hurry?” Elias pulled his shorts on and grabbed his shirt, shutting the locker with his elbow.

He knows damn well where I was going. “The way our conversation ended didn’t feel right. I just wanted to-”

“I’m hungry. Would you like to grab some burgers?” Elias’s grin was irresistible.

Taken back by the question, Oscar knew what he had to do. “No thanks. It’s too hot for burgers. Besides, I have to stick to my diet if I’m ever going keep weight for swimming.”

“Perfect. Come with me then. I have the fixings to make a terrific grilled chicken salad.” Elias threw his arm around Oscar’s shoulder, guiding him toward the exit sign.

“Are you inviting me to your place?” Elias stopped walking and looked at his feet.

“What’s wrong with my place? And where are your shoes?” Elias’s chuckle broke the tension.

“Yeah, I was in such a hurry to catch up with you earlier, I completely forgot about my shoes.”

“Well, let’s just go back and get them then.” Elias turned in a wide circle.

Elias’s arm never moved. Oscar’s shoulders became a bridle for Elias.

Right before they reached Oscar’s locker, Elias turned Oscar and lightly backed him into the lockers. “If you only knew what you do to me.”

Elias’s lips lingered over Oscar’s, making his senses reel. Oh my god. Oh my god. He’s going to-

“Wait.” Oscar’s hands cupped Elias’s smooth face. Elias’s dark brown eyes gazed back and Oscar’s voice dropped to a whisper.

“Your place.”

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Aww…these boys are so sweet. I can’t wait to get them home. I bet they’re very hungry *ahem*. Let’s go see what my SO brothers and sisters wrote this week. C’mon…follow me – click.

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Story Orgy Monday - Moore's Rider (NSFW)

Hello, Story Orgy fans! I hope you had a great weekend and are as cool as a cucumber. I actually saw a little white fluffy cloud pass through my Texas sky the other day. But, I’m not going to let that get me down *spritzes with water bottle and stands in front of fan*.

Whew! Yeah, this week’s picture for the SO picture prompt will have you spritzing too. Just look at him. GRRRROUGH! Much thanks to Jade for the visual inspiration.

However, before we move into my story, I would like to take a moment to share the link to my muse’s new single release Jack’s Way. Psst..Em Woods is the bomb-diggity. This is good stuff!

Okay, moving right along. Are you ready for Moore’s Rider? Let’s find out what makes Damon and Titus tick, what’d’ya say? C’mon, don’t be skeered. Once my boys have shared the joys of love, don’t forget to hop on over to the fellow orgiasts’ blogs to see how they were inspired this week.

  

Moore’s Rider

Damon Rider rocked to his knees, slowly stroking his cock as bath bubbles slid down his chest to his stomach, then his legs. He loved to put on a show for his lover, Titus Moore. And Titus was only few feet away. The only thing separating them was a pane of glass.

Titus had built this custom bathroom at Damon’s request, just for his voyeuristic desires, but knew Titus gave in so quickly because he enjoyed watching his boy. They had no need to worry about neighbors since they lived in the country, so, the room was constructed with huge windows, the outside walls basically transparent.

Damon stood in the bath, his head drifting from side to side, eyes half closed with a relaxed pleasure he hadn’t felt since, well, yesterday. He cast a glance at his lover. He took in every detail of the muscles honed from years of construction, the slight peppering of grey in Titus’s dark hair. A stark contrast to his own slim build and blond hair.

He knew just how to tease his man, and it worked. Titus massaged his dick through his shorts, but Damon could tell by the gleam in his eyes that Titus had had enough of that.

Yeah, he’s ready for my tight ass.

Damon turned around, still able to see his lover in the reflection of the mirror. Clad in silver chain and matching bracelet Damon had bought him for his last birthday, Titus rose to his feet and slid his loose shorts down his legs. His eyes fixed on the bathtub show, Titus worked his cock in his hand.

Yeah daddy. C’mon. Damon’s breath grew heavy as his eagerness elevated. He watched his muscled daddy walk up to the windowpane directly behind him. Titus rubbed his cock on the glass. Damon probed two sudsy fingers into his asshole, anticipating what was to come.

Damon turned and gave Titus a gaze. A stare that said he needed to be manhandled. Damon’s eyes gravitated to the purple head and thick veins as Titus mashed his hefty cock into the glass. One flexing crook of his finger with a flash of wanting eyes and Damon had Titus headed for the door. Titus stepped to the side and turned the lever, jerking the see-through entrance open.

Damon has never been one to hide his needs. “Are you gonna try and hurt my hole?”

Titus shut the door and walked a direct path to the side of the tub, slapping his dick into the palm of his free hand, teasingly. “Son, you want this?”

Damon straddled the side of the bath. Not wasting any time he engulfed the hot prick.

“That’s my boy. Eat that dick.” Titus’ voice was low and abrasive.

Damon gagged as Titus pushed on the back of his head, stretching Damon’s throat around the head of his cock. Titus withdrew and plunged to the back of Damon’s throat once more. “My boy likes that, huh?”

Teary-eyed, Damon grunted and moaned as he swallowed, eagerly pleasing his groping sugar daddy.

“Show me that ass again.” Titus lifted Damon’s head with a handful of hair, leaving Damon trailing spit from his chin and down the sides of Titus’s beautiful cock.

Damon turned around with his knees on the side of the tub.

“Wait, babe. Try this.” Titus reached for a nearby shelf and grabbed a towel. “Much easier on the knees, don’t you think?”

“You take such good care of me.”

“Yeah, and you take care of me too, boy.” Titus leaned down to help Damon spread the towel on the bath’s edge. Damon’s breath fled when Titus planted his lips on his and Damon’s mouth filled with Titus’s exploring tongue.

Titus pulled away swiftly and Damon’s ass stung from the power of his lover’s hand. “Now, get back on your knees.”

Damon knelt on the side of the tub and held onto the wide, custom-ordered soap dish opposite him. Watching Titus’s every move in his reflection, Damon saw him reach to the same shelf he got the towel from. His hand disappeared under a towel and reemerged grasping Damon’s favorite toy, a ten inch rubber dildo.

“Who’s my dirty boy?”

“I am.” Looking over his shoulder, Damon wiggled his ass, not too proud to say whatever it took to get Titus to play.

“Suck on this like it’s my cock.” Titus held the dildo to Damon’s lips.

Damon took the tip of the rubber dick into his mouth, coating it with his spit. His ass crack warmed quickly with Titus’s breath and felt the tickling of spit roll down to his hole and knew that Titus was prepping him.

Moaning and licking on his toy, Damon relaxed his ass muscles as Titus slipped the length of one finger in. Then a second.

“You’re almost ready, boy. Give me your toy.” Titus still worked his two fingers in and out, twisting them each time.

“Oohh damn. That’s nice.” Damon handed Titus the slickened toy.

Damon felt the length of the slick rubber shaft glide along the insides of his ass cheeks. Then the tip pressed firmly against his ring of muscle. “Right there. Push it in.”

No sooner than the words escaped his lips, Damon grunted in pleasure.

Titus worked the dildo in and out, twisting and turning it. Damon’s ass took in more shaft with each stroke. “Oh my…son of a bitch…fuck…damn!” Damon worked his body just like his man taught him, his ass high in the air, back arched as far as he could get it. Damon rocked back and forth on his knees.

“That’s right. Your last name ain’t Rider for nothing. Ride that dick.” Titus’s daddy tone dipped a little deeper.

Damon held on to the soap dish as if it were a handlebar. The knuckles pressed into his ass cheeks, letting him know that all ten inches were inside him. “Give me your dick, daddy. I need to feel your heat.”

He felt the dildo slip out. Then felt the searing heat he longed for. Titus’s cock pressed into his ready hole.

“Don’t tease me, daddy.” Damon pushed back with the leverage from the soap holder. “Ahh. Yes!”

Damon knew Titus understood what was expected. After all, they both shared every desire and expected nothing less. “Oh. Fuck. Yes.” Damon embraced Titus’s inner beast.

A firm grip on both hips told Damon his wishes were about to be granted.

“Hold still and take this dick. You asked for it. You’re gonna get it.”

Damon’s ass welcomed his lover’s thick hot dick. As Titus stretched his asshole with slow, purposeful strokes, Damon’s thoughts ran wild. As did his mouth. “Fuck my ass big daddy! Work that cock. Who’s my daddy?!”

Damon ground out between clenched teeth. “God. Yess. Work my hole!”

“C’mon, Sweet Pea. You know the drill.”

With a supporting hand from his lover, Damon flipped onto his back, gripping Titus’s thick cock with his tight ass. Still hanging onto the bar on the soap dish, Damon raised his legs and propped them on his Titus’s shoulders. “I do know the drill. So, fuck my hole daddy. I need your dick.”

With his back arched over the padded tub, Damon gripped Titus’s flexed thighs and the two lovers worked together, back and forth.  

“Oh gawd yes. You’re so fuckin’ hot.” Titus groaned as he slammed his cock into his toy, his love boi.

Damon braced himself with one hand in the bathwater and stroked with his free hand. “Ram my ass! Yes! Yes!”

Damon worked  his ass in circles, and then with driving force he arched and took every inch of Titus’s meaty cock.

The pressure moving smoothly over his gland was enough to send him over the edge. Taking his own dick in hand, Damon stroked fast and hard.

Damon moaned loudly as his ass filled with Titus’s cum, his own release exploding from the tip of his cock, load after load.

Titus filled the tiled room with groans and Damon turned over. Sliding into the water, Damon pulled his man in to join him.

With a passionate kiss, Damon asked, “Can I have a back porch too?”

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Wow! I need a back porch too! Good grief…I need to refill my spritzer bottle. Or, replace it with a Mister’s hose. Ermm…I mean mister hose. Oh hell, never mind. You know what I mean. Now, let’s go see how the other’s were inspired. C’mon, follow me…

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Story Orgy Monday - I Will Wait

Woweee! It’s hot in Texas. Happy Monday, Story Orgy enthusiasts! I have a special story to present today. The picture that SO’s image specialist Jade Basier provided inspired me to write a more heartfelt story this week. Normally my stories are a bit on the steamy side, but just look at those boys *looks at the picture*. Those boys spoke to me and my heart poured out the following words.

I strongly recommend a tissue or a hankie with this story. I sobbed the entire time I was writing it. So, now that you’ve had your warning, I’m not responsible for any dehydration problems caused by your tear shed. You can blame that on the heat *ahem*.

Enjoy and don’t forget to check out my fellow orgiast’s blogs once you finish here. You can find the links at the end of “I Will Wait.” Also, leave a comment to let me know what you thought of my story. Thanks for your visit! You're welcome anytime. 

I Will Wait

Foster Schone spent his vacation at home with Brant Halliday. Wanting to take advantage of any time left with his first and only love, Foster planned a week of special activities. He felt bad about not having the money to take Brant traveling around the world, but the medical bills from cancer treatment had piled up and there was no reprieve in sight. So, a staycation was a perfect opportunity to share his time and love with his ailing partner.

Foster took great pride in his ability to plan. Scheduling an agenda based on Brant’s interests, time, and money, Foster created a 7-day table. Each day focused on a special local interest.

Day 1: A Day at the Zoo

Day 2: City Aquarium

Day 3: Visit Brother’s Pond

Day 4: Go to Local Museum

Day 5: Fine Dining

Day 6: Farmers Market

Day 7: Leisurely Poolside Cookout

Day 1: A Day at the Zoo

It was the first day of seven and the weather was perfect. The sun was shining with only a few white fluffy clouds to offer intermittent pardon from the balmy heat. All the animals at the zoo were playful and full of life. Even the timid deer welcomed the passers-by.

“What a wonderful way to spend the day. Admiring life’s precious creatures and walking hand-in-hand with my man.” Foster held Brant’s hand with his left and wound the other behind them to tuck into Brant’s back pocket, smiling when Brant did the same.

“Look mommy. Those guys are-”

“Hush, Mindy. Look at the deer.”

Foster wiggled his fingers against Brant's hip, enjoying the full-throated chuckle from his man.

“Are we part of the exhibit?”

“We are now.” Foster smiled and guided Brant to an ice cream stand. “C’mon, let’s grab us a cone.”

Leaning into Foster’s shoulder, Brant squeezed tight. “You order and I’ll grab us a picnic table.”

Foster watched Brant as he dragged his feet over to the first table he came to and sat. Brant reached into his shirt pocket.

That’s where he keeps his pain medication. He’s hurting.

“Good afternoon, Sir. What can I get ya?”

I should get him some water too.

“Sir?”

The zoo worker’s voice snapped Foster back to the moment. “Yes. Umm, sorry. I would like two single-dip cones, one Butter Pecan and the other Almond Pistachio. And could I get a water with that?”

“Coming right up.”

Foster placed a five dollar bill on the counter and dropped two ones in a jar. He grabbed the cardboard container holding the cones and two waters. “Thanks for the extra water.”

Just as Foster turned to go, the fear in the ice cream server’s voice sent chills along his spine. “Sir! Sir! Are you okay?”

Foster looked to see what had the guy in a panic.

“Brant!” Foster dropped his purchase and torpedoed his way to the table. “No, Brant. You can’t do this. Please.” Foster’s vision blurred from the tears filling his eyes, streams traveled down his face as his greatest fear ate at his very being. Kneeling down over his ailing lover, Foster cradled Brant’s head to cushion it from the pavement. Oh my God. Yes. He’s still breathing.

Foster screamed at the top of his lungs. “Call 911!”

 Dropping his voice to a whimper, Foster rocked slowly back and forth, Brant’s head now rested in his lap as Foster pleaded with the gods. “Please don’t take him. He’s all I have.”

****

“Foster, you can go in and see him now.” The doctor held the door open to Brant’s hospital room. “Be calm, don’t get him roused. His blood pressure has to be stabilized before he can go home. That’s why he’s here in the first place.”

Foster blinked and nodded, stopping inside the doorway. “Can I stay the night with him?”

“I don’t see any reason why not. In fact, his conditions would probably be more favorable if you did. Remember, be calm and supportive.” The doctor gave a sympathetic pat on the back and nudged Foster into the room. “It’s okay, smile.”

Foster walked cautiously into the room, his knees weak from emotional drain. Heavily woven curtains blocked the sunshine, a single streak of light filtered through seam where two curtains met. There was just enough light combined with the glow of the monitor next to Brant’s bed.

His eyes are closed. He must be asleep.

Foster sat on the edge of the bed and took Brant’s hand in his, careful of the tube that disappeared under the tape. “Oh, Brant.”

Choking back the tears, Foster smiled. He had always heard that a smile can be detected in one’s voice.  "I love you so much." He slipped onto the bed next to Brant, kissed his forehead. Foster closed his eyes against the heartache tearing him apart.

Squish. Squish. Squish. Pshhhhh.

The nurse whispered “Hello. You look comfortable.”

It was at that moment Foster realized he had fallen asleep. Curled up next to Brant, he’d managed to sleep away two hours of his worrisome thoughts.

“Shhhh.” The nurse hung the blood pressure cuff on the wall, softly speaking. “You’re fine. Go ahead and rest. Your friend is doing well.”

Foster laid his head back down on the pillow next to Brant’s and mouthed a sleep thank you as his sight dulled behind closing eyelids.

****

“Good morning, my love.” The voice was angelic to Foster’s ears. “Thank you for staying by my side. You always have slept like a baby.” Feeling a brush against his cheek, Foster opened his eyes to the smile he had fallen in love with over a decade before.

Foster smiled back into those soulful eyes. His heart began to race and his mind cluttered with too many thoughts to speak.

Brant put a finger to Foster’s lips. After all, no one knew him better than his one true love. “Don’t say a word. Just hold me.”

Foster did just that. He didn’t say a word as he slipped his arm under the pillow and curled it up to snuggle closer. He knew his emotions would take them places neither of them needed to be. Foster recalled all the times that Brant had told him of the pain he saw in his eyes when he looked at Brant. Especially during his treatments.

A nurse came into the room with some paperwork, breaking a quiet moment. “You’re all set to go, Mr. Halliday. Just remember what we talked about.”

Foster sat up and looked around. He had been so excited Brant was awake that he didn’t notice that the IV was gone and monitors were turned off.

“What did I miss?” Foster’s cheeks burned as his embarrassment was accented by breaks in his words.

“Not much, just some finalizations and processing rigmarole.” Brant squeezed Foster’s hand and flashed his sweet warm smile.

The nurse turned to Foster. “Are you ready to take our lovely Mr. Halliday home…” The nurse glanced down at the release papers that Foster had already signed. “Mr. Schone?”

A bit startled by the rapidly moving morning, Foster stood. “Wow. I never even took off my shoes.”

The nurse and Brant giggled.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” The nurse walked over and opened the curtains letting sunshine flood the room.  

“Well, yes. Absolutely.” Foster turned to Brant. “Let’s get you home, babe.”

Brant was already sliding off the bed, the nurse stalked to his side. “Now, Mr. Halliday, I told you-” 

“Wait. Why do I feel that I have missed some pertinent information here?” Foster met the nurse at Brant’s side.

“Mr. Schone, you help him get dressed and I’ll be back with a wheel chair. It’s policy that all patients be wheeled out of the hospital.”

Foster noticed Brant avoided eye contact. Something’s not right.   

****

Foster pulled into the driveway after a quiet ride home. “We’re home, babe. How are you feeling?”

“As good as to be expected. I just want a nice bath.” Brant’s voice sounded weak but sure.

Foster reached over and put his hand on Brant’s thigh, gently squeezing. “We can make that happen. Mind if I join you?”

Brant’s hand covered Foster’s. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Foster helped Brant into the house, down the hall, and into the bedroom. “This has been a rocky start to our vacation.”

“As long as we’re together and you’re happy, that’s all I care about.” Brant molded his hand snug to Foster’s jaw line and kissed his cheek. “I love you with all my heart.”

Foster fought back the fear welling up inside. He knew there was important information discussed while he was asleep at the hospital.

“I love you too, handsome. You just get comfy and I’ll draw the bath.” Foster embraced the hand that cupped his face, closed his eyes, and pressed his lips to Brant’s.

Every step Foster took was another tug at his heartstrings. God, give me the strength I need to do this. An impending doom loomed in the back of his mind. I have got to stay strong for Brant. I’ve got to.

Running the bath water, Foster poured some bath beads as he choked back the tears that clogged his senses. He put on his best smile and turned to get Brant, and there he stood. Brant was stark naked and as beautiful as ever.

“I’m ready for my sponge bath.” Brant’s eyes twinkled from the lights around the bathroom mirror.

Foster wrapped his arms around the waist of his childhood friend, his lifelong lover. Careful not to cause more pain to Brant’s aching bones, he squeezed ever so slightly and whispered. “You are so precious to me. I’m sorry I pushed you so hard yesterday.”

“Foster. Don’t blame yourself. We both know what my treatments can do. And what the course of this bone cancer can do.” Brant slipped Foster’s shirt up and over his head and unfastened the top button of Foster’s jeans. “Now, get out of those clothes and join me in the tub.”

Brant eased into the bubble bath. The look on his face was one that Foster lived for. The pain Brant tried to hide every day died away and miraculously transformed into an expression of comforting serenity.

Foster kicked his pants off to the side and eased into the tub with Brant, framing him with one leg to either side. The warmth of the water was soothing to his bones. He could only imagine what it might feel like to Brant’s aching body.

After a few moments of soaking, Brant broke the stillness with sudden thrashing and a cry of agony.

Oh God. Foster’s main weakness was maintaining his composure, and he knew it. Brant knew it.

“Help me up, babe.” Brant’s pain-filled voice seeped into every one of Foster’s nerves.

“Yes. Yes, hang tight.” Foster eased from behind Brant, trailing water from the tub to the towel rack. He grabbed Brant’s favorite white towel and looped his arm under Brant’s to aid him to his feet. Wrapping the towel around his partner’s waist, Foster steadied him in a full-body lean.

“C’mon. You’re strong. You can do this.” Foster’s heart was breaking.

“I can’t. Not this time.” Tears rolled down Brant’s face.

“Okay. No problem. It’s just temporary. I got you.” Foster reached down and swept Brant from his feet and carried him to the bed. Foster gently laid him down; his lips pressed together in a thin tight line.

“Hang in there, darlin’. I’ll be right back.” Foster ran to the bathroom, slipped on his white cotton shorts, and grabbed a medicine bottle. Filling a glass Brant kept by the sink, he swallowed hard to rid his throat of the lump that suffocated him.

No no no.

Foster trotted back to bedside and helped Brant take his painkillers, the only relief that they’d been able to find to ease the pain.

Brant pointed with a teary-eyed smile. “Babe. Could you get that piece of paper for me?”

Foster followed the path of the shaky finger that pointed to a folded note on the top of Brant’s dresser.

Foster retrieved the piece of paper and sat on the edge of the bed.

“Read it.” Brant’s voice had turned solemn. Tears trailed down, drenching the pillow under his head.

No. I can’t do this. Foster’s thoughts caught in a gloomy loop circling around in his head. I have to do this. For Brant. Foster unfolded the note and read:

 “I Will Wait”

My love for you has grown

So very deep inside,

And for eleven years I’ve known

That this I cannot hide.

You’re why my eyes still twinkle,

Why my pain subsides.

With you love, I could never be single

And of this you must be apprised.

This ailment my friend,

It’s not an end.

You’re the delight in my heart,

Why I can ride on the wind.

The center of my bone is

Where the cancer spreads;

It causes much pain

Others do dread.

My love for you will wait

On the other side now,

And for as long as it takes,

You must smile somehow.

I tell you this

So you’ll always know.

To embrace me please,

And share your soul.

The years went fast,

I’m sure you agree.

But our love will last,

You shall see.

Foster looked away, trying to control his sorrow. He understood exactly what that poem meant. Brant was nearing the end and the treatment wasn’t working.

“Say something. No…don’t. Just hold me.” Brant’s pain was evident in his voice.

Foster slid in behind Brant and cradled him in silence. Until Brant broke that silence.

“I will wait.”

~The End~

*Wipes tears* I know…I know. The story of these boys broke my heart too. So, what are your thoughts? Your feedback is very important to me. Thanks for dropping by.

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