The Gus Diaries

Part 30

Special People - Special Moments
 

This past week brought a few revelations, but at least it wasn’t too tough, although I have a feeling things are going to change tonight. Dad and MJ arranged for another Saturday night dinner but this time the guest list was extended to add my Moms. I have no idea what to expect, but Jenny and I know that with our fathers to support us, and the added bonus of Jeff sitting near me, we’ll somehow make it through.

It’s funny, I’ve heard a zillion stories about Dad living for, and in, Babylon almost every night of the week…especially Saturday night. Now this will make two Saturdays in a row that Dad and MJ have chosen to stay home and be family men. I wonder if they realize that’s happening. Maybe I’ll ask them one day.

But first I’d better back up a bit. I’m getting ahead of myself.

 

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School was pretty dull this week. Jeff said that the teachers are usually suffering from massive burn-out right after all the mid-term grades are logged in so this week would be pretty boring. He was totally right. I could have stayed home and slept instead of sitting in all those classes reviewing the things the ‘D’ students fucked up on their exams. At least the homework was almost none-existent.

On Wednesday Jeff and I decided to walk to Liberty Avenue together after school. Neither of us had to be at work immediately so we could actually have some time to just hang out first.

As we were walking Jeff took my hand. He doesn’t always do that but somehow he seemed like he needed to be physically connected, not that I was complaining.

“Hey, this is kind of nice.”

“What, newbie, walking rather than having a car of our own?”

“No asshole, holding hands,” I nudged his shoulder and smiled.

“Oh that. No biggie.” He was still just as eloquent as always, so I just rolled my eyes.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine…it’s just…”

“What is it? You can tell me if something’s bothering you. Is it me, did I do something?” I suddenly got really nervous. Jeff seemed really concerned about something and I had no idea what it was.

“No, Gus, it’s not you.” Then he huffed out a little laugh, “In fact you’re the best thing in my life right now.” Jeff stopped and leaned in to give me this incredibly loving and tender kiss. When he pulled away I couldn’t even open my eyes. I was practically in a trance until he continued, “It’s my fucking family.”

“I thought things were going well with your Mom.”

“They were. Then my Dad caught her talking to one of her fucking friends about me and he basically told her he’d kick her to the curb if she kept sneaking behind his back to visit and talk to me.” I think Grandma Jen kicked her ex-husband to the curb, but that all happened when I was a baby and I never asked about it…maybe I should."

“What the fuck! It’s not like she’s having a fucking affair. She’s meeting with her son, his son.”

Jeff snorted. “I think he considers our relationship past tense.”

I gave Jeff a huge hug and then placed my hands around his neck and started stroking his beautiful hair. “You know that no matter what happens she wants to be with you.”

“I know but…”

“And no matter what, I do too. I promise to try not to let you down, ever.”

Jeff grabbed me harder this time and with one hand around my waist and the other holding the back of my head he drew me in for a really intense kiss. It felt like it went on forever. When we both pulled back, feeling a little overwhelmed by the emotion, I noted that Jeff wiped his hand quickly across his eyes. I figured I’d better not say anything. He already seemed pretty vulnerable and I was here to support him, not push him over the edge.

We continued walking quietly towards the comic shop, only this time we each had our arms around the other’s waist. I’m not sure how much was affection or how much was life support, but either way, we knew we were there for each other.

When we got to the comic shop I gave Jeff another quick kiss and he had to take off so he wouldn’t be late getting to the diner. It would be a late night for him and we decided it would be too distracting for me to come there for dinner. We knew we’d have all weekend together at Britin so it was still cool.

As I walked in, the usual bell over the door chimed and there was Uncle Michael, pouring over a new issue of ‘Wonder Woman’. He’s such a geek, but I really love him, especially since I know how much he loves my sister AND my Dad.

“Hey, Gus, what’s up?” He didn’t even look up, although I wasn’t sure if he was totally absorbed in the comic.

“Nothing much, what about you?”

“Not too much, we got the new Wonder Woman in today.”

“I figured. Do you want me to start stacking them on the shelves?”

“That’d be great, and why don’t you start putting them on the shelves.”

Okay, talk about distracted! “Uncle Michael I just said that’s what I was going to do.”

“Did you, sorry.” He still hadn’t looked up once.

“Uncle Michael.”

“Yeah.”

“Are you listening or still reading?”

Uncle Michael put down the comic book. “I’m listening, what did you want to ask me?”

“Are you really so distracted by that comic book, or is it something else?”

He looked back and forth, like he would see the answer written on one of his shoulders. “Well, I’m concerned about your mothers and what we’ll learn at dinner on Saturday night.”

“That’s it? Are you sure there’s nothing else?”

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about Gus. What else would I have to worry about? I have a great store, a great employee,” he winked at me, “and a great daughter. I have nothing else to worry about.”

Now, I know when I see someone trying to avoid talking, although that doesn’t usually happen with Uncle Michael. I decided to stop beating around the bush. “I noticed that Uncle Ben seems to have lost some weight.”

Uncle Michael’s head shot up so fast I thought his neck would snap. “What are you talking about? Ben’s fine.”

Talk about avoiding a tough topic. “Uncle Michael, I was there last Saturday night. I’m not blind and I’m not as young as Jenny. 'Fess up, what the fuck is going on?”

“Did you talk to your Dads about this?”

“Yes, they told me that Uncle Ben is on some new medication cocktail and adjustment time is tough.”

“That’s true.”

“So, what else is there? Please don’t lie to me…I love Uncle Ben, too.”

Uncle Michael finally let go of the comic book and placed his hands flat down, pressing slightly on top of the counter. It almost seemed like he was leaning on the surface for support.

When he finally looked up at me I found myself wondering if it would have been better to stay in the dark. “Gus, you know that whenever a person gets sick and goes on medication there can be all kinds of side effects, right?”

“Sure, sometimes they make you sick to your stomach or sometimes medicines can give you a rash.”

“Right, well, HIV meds have lots of crazy side effects. Some you can see, like the ones you’ve described, and some you can’t see or feel.”

Now I was confused and it must have shown on my face because Uncle Michael continued, “Some of the side effects can make other things like cholesterol or blood pressure rise artificially even if you’d normally have normal levels of those.”

“So just take a med to counteract the side effect.”

“That can only be done if it doesn’t adversely effect the HIV meds AND if you find out about the side effect soon enough.”

“Soon enough for what?” Uncle Michael seemed surprised at my question and realized that he had probably said too much.

“I think we should get back to work.”

“Uncle Michael, please…”

“Fuck, you’re father’s going to kill me…”

“Not if you’re honest.” I looked at Uncle Michael, pleading for an answer. He understood that first and foremost both Dad and MJ touted being honest.

“Ben and I have gone through a couple of drastic medication changes over the years. They were scary and he was hospitalized twice but we both survived – Ben with his health renewed and me with my hysteria calmed,” he huffed. “But in between those crazy times, my Uncle Vic…” Uncle Michael gulped.

“I know Uncle Vic died when I was almost four.”

“That’s right. He died from complications from one of those silent side effects.”

Now I understood Uncle Michael’s fears and I sure as fuck didn’t blame him. I went around to the back of the counter, since the store was empty, and gave him a hug. “You’ll make sure Uncle Ben gets plenty of tests to keep on top of those fucking side effects.”

Uncle Michael looked up at me and brushed his hand over the back of my head. “You bet your ass I will.” Then he hugged me again. “You’re getting to be so fucking grown up. You remind me of all the reasons I wanted to be your father’s friend when we were kids.” He paused to take a deep breath, “Okay, let’s get Wonder Woman on those shelves before the customers forget about her.”

I knew the conversation was over, but I was actually more relaxed about Uncle Ben than I had been before I got all those details. And being compared to my Dad as a kid was kind of cool…I think.

 

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Britin was pretty quiet last night, especially for a Friday. Dinner was calm and pleasantly uneventful. I just hoped it wasn’t the calm before the storm.

Dad and MJ wanted to spend some adult time together and were going out to see a movie and then maybe hit a bar. Their favorite hangout is this dive on Liberty Avenue called Woody’s. They go there to hang out with their friends and MJ says that Dad likes to skunk everyone at pool, especially Uncle Ted who still hasn’t figured out that if you're stripes you should sink a solid ball. Personally I think Uncle Ted just lets Dad win to boost his ego.

Dad arranged for him and MJ to use the car service he uses for Kinnetik guests. The car picked them up at the house and chauffeured them to and from Pittsburgh so they wouldn’t have to worry about drinking and driving.

I think it’s kind of cool that Dad cares about shit like that. I don’t know if he always did, but MJ didn’t seem surprised so I guess they’ve done this before.

There was a time when they’d just stay at their loft in Pittsburgh, but I know with me and Jeff here, they like to get back.

“Gus, we probably won’t be back until very late so we’ll see you guys in the morning.”

“Goodnight, MJ. Have fun.”

“And Sonny Boy, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” Dad laughed.

“Dad every time you say that I try my damndest to figure out what I can’t do and for the life of me I can’t think of a fucking thing.” Dad snorted and MJ rolled his eyes.

“Let’s go, old man, before it gets too late for you.”

Dad pinched MJ’s ass. “We’ll see who’s too old for the night’s adventures.”

MJ ran through the front door with Dad close on his tail. Sometimes they can be so juvenile. I wonder what ‘adventures’ Dad’s talking about?

As soon as the door closed Jeff smiled at me like the Cheshire Cat. “So, Newbie, what would you like to do tonight? We have the whole fucking mansion to ourselves.”

I laughed, “Well, let me see…we could catch up on our homework or play computer games.”

“Uhn unn,” Jeff shook his head and grabbed my shirt in the middle of the chest area and started pulling me towards the stairs. I smirked back at him and then grabbed him and gave him one helluva toe-curling kiss. Then we both ran up the stairs together.

When we got to my room I decided to lock the door. Even though we were home alone, I didn’t want to have to worry about remembering it later.

Jeff pulled off his clothes like he was in a race and then yelled, “Last one in the shower is a twat.”

“Shit!” I started tearing my clothes off but with his head start he was in the shower way before me.

It didn’t really matter, because there was clearly no mistaking me for a twat when I got into the shower. My cock was so hard just thinking about the night ahead that it was almost turning purple without even being touched.

Jeff put both of his arms around me from behind and I could feel his cock rubbing up against my ass. He was easily as hard as I was. It was times like this where I came really close to just going for it, even without a condom handy…but then somewhere in the back of my mind I hear MJ telling me I should wait and Dad telling me to always be safe.

As Jeff was rutting up and down near my hole, he soaped up his hand and placed it around my cock. He began rubbing up and down from the front with his hand and the back with his cock in rhythm, and in less than two minutes I was coming quite forcefully, yelling his name. I’m not sure he heard because almost immediately after I finished I felt Jeff shudder as he called out my name and held me from behind as he came.

I placed my palm on the shower stall tile to keep my balance because my legs were more wobbly than I expected. After a minute or so my breathing evened out and I turned around. Jeff and I just stood there looking at each other silently as the water sprayed over us. He then took my face gently in his hands and drew me in for a kiss. Our tongues met and the kiss grew deeper.

Jeff must have put his hand out and turned off the faucet because suddenly the water stopped running. He took my hand and we both stepped out of the shower and dried off with the towels from the heated towel rack. Dad had one placed in every full bathroom so every person who stayed at Britin would get first class treatment.

After we dried ourselves off, Jeff once again took my hand and brought me to the bed. I wondered if he wanted to play or what, but it wasn’t long before he was silently kissing and sucking me up and down my entire body. Every part of me felt like it was on fire.

I pulled his face up to me so I could kiss him. I couldn’t get enough of his lips and tongue. I knew our lips would be swollen, but I didn’t care, it just felt so good.

Soon we were rutting against each other and I felt Jeff’s arm lean over and watched as he opened my nightstand drawer. He immediately pulled out the plain dildo that I bought because it was shaped so similarly to Jeff’s beautiful cock, but slightly thinner.

He looked at me and I nodded my agreement and then kissed him hard again. Jeff took out the lube and put a healthy amount on his hand and worked it around my hole and slowly pushed in one finger. I arched slightly and then started kissing him and holding him tighter. I spread my legs more and let them fall open against the bed.

Jeff then pushed in another finger and gently moved them in and out of my hole. I think I was moaning but I’m not sure – it’s hard to remember.

“God Gus, you’re so fucking beautiful. Are you ready?”

I nodded because I had no power of speech left.

“Are you sure?”

I found my voice long enough to respond, “Fuck yes!”

Jeff added some lube to the dildo and then put it up against the entrance to my hole. He pressed it in very slowly. I arched much more this time and he stopped to wait for me to indicate I was ready for a little more. When I relaxed and smiled at him he gently pushed it in the rest of the way and barely nudged my prostate.

“Oh fuck.”

Jeff whispered against my ear, “Gus, this is me. Someday this will be me.” As he was talking I felt him rutting against the side of my leg. I glanced at him as he watched the dildo move in and out of me. “You’re so fucking hot and you’re all mine.”

“All yours.” I started pushing back against the dildo and he began to push it in faster and made sure it nudged my prostate on each thrust. Then at one point he started rutting faster keep pace with the thrusts of the dildo.

All of a sudden I felt my balls begin to draw up and felt an incredible rush seem to go through my entire body. On Jeff’s next thrust, both against my leg and inside me with the dildo, I’m sure I yelled as I started to shoot all over my stomach, chest and Jeff’s chest as well. Then I heard him yell, “Fuck, I love you Gus!” as his equally intense orgasm followed immediately after.

When he was finished, he lay half on top of me and slowly removed the dildo and tossed it to the floor. It left me with an empty feeling at first, but then Jeff held me tight and pulled me fully up against him.

I’m not sure why but I felt myself getting a bit emotional. Jeff must have sensed it. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, it’s just all those things you said.” I looked directly at him. Normally I’d try to stop the moisture building in my eyes, but not this time. Somehow I knew it was safe to be emotional, especially with Jeff.

Jeff pulled the top sheet and comforter over us and then pulled me into his arms again. I rested my head on his shoulder and he rubbed my back. Then he turned slightly and with his other hand started stroking my hair. It felt so amazing.

“I just want you to know Gus that I meant everything I said. It wasn’t just cause I was fucking turned on, although you are incredibly hot. It’s only you and me, and whenever you’re ready, it’ll be me that’s inside you…not just cause you’ll be some hot ass to fuck, but because I really do love you.” Shit, he really IS fucking eloquent!

I had trouble finding my voice for a minute so I brushed my hand over Jeff’s cheek and through his hair. After I swallowed the lump in my throat I was able to speak. “I love you too, and when I’m ready it has to be only you.”

Jeff looked at me, and I might have been mistaken but I would swear I saw a teardrop in the corner of his eye. He kissed me and continued to hold me as we silently and peacefully fell asleep. There was no one in the world but us.

 

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Last night was the first time I ever felt that close to another person. I love my family but this was so different. I wish I could describe it in words, but it just wouldn’t be enough.

Knowing that Jeff will be with me tonight at the dinner with the Moms, I know that I’ll make it through whatever happens.

Jeff really does love me…like a man, not just a kid. And my Dads love and respect me, too. I’ll be okay, even if the worst happens…I’m just not sure what the worst might be.

I hear Jeff stirring and I think it’s about time we take another shower. I’m sure we could each use a protein appetizer before breakfast and I definitely wouldn’t want to leave this room, stinking like we do.

The sacrifices I make to look presentable for my Dads. But it’s so fucking worth it!
 

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