Jeremy and Carl by Hankster

Jeremy and Carl
by: Hankster

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(A Prequel to When the Transformer Blew)

It didn’t happen soon enough, but eventually Jeremy Howe, MD met Carl Prescott, MD, and the results were happy for both of them. It was, in the final analysis, a true case of better late than never.

Part One
Jeremy

It was a jubilant day in the Howe household, when their eldest son (eldest of four) was accepted to Harvard Medical School. Jeremy’s father, Martin, was himself a doctor. He was a graduate of The Medical College of Virginia. Virginia was his home state, and he started his practice in family medicine in Richmond, where he hoped that his son Jeremy would join him someday.

Unfortunately, Jeremy had other ideas. He found Richmond to be a charming southern city, but way too provincial for his tastes. He wanted to practice in a large northeastern city; Boston or New York is what he had in mind. Jeremy suspected that he might be gay, and he never wanted his parents to know. For that matter, he would prefer that his brothers never knew either. He had never acted on his urges, and he hoped that he never would. He still prayed daily that he would meet a woman, who would get his juices flowing, and erase his other terrible desires.

He remained a virgin (much to his chagrin) until he graduated medical school. Towards the end of his senior year, he was doing a two week rotation in pulmonology. He split his time between the office of a local pulmonologist, and in the pulmonology ward at Boston General.

It was in the hospital where he met a young nursing student, named Emily Schuster. They became friendly, and had lunch together several times during his rotation. He found out that Emily was somehow related to the Schusters of the publishing firm of Simon and Schuster, but she wasn’t really close with that branch of her family. As his rotation was winding down, Jeremy asked Emily to have dinner with him on the following Saturday evening.

Emily was the first girl that ever aroused (term used loosely) any interest in Jeremy, and he dared hope that perhaps she was the one who might eliminate the evil thoughts which were constantly emerging in his psyche.

He began to date her regularly, and he asked her to marry him. He was accepted as a resident at Boston General, and he and Emily were married in her suburban Boston home town before he began his residency. He never slept with her until the night of their wedding, as they embarked on a one week honeymoon in New York.

On that first night, he had no trouble getting hard and staying that way until he unloaded inside of his bride. He had been celibate and a virgin until that very night. After he and Emily got engaged, he even stopped whacking off, so that he would be ready for the big event. He was so horny on his wedding night that he performed like an alpha male stud. He made all of Emily’s expectations into a reality, and at last, when they fell asleep, they were both smiling.

But as any married man, who is hiding in a closet of deception, will tell you, Jeremy’s euphoria lasted only until his son Peter was born. He and Emily had not had sex during the last five months of her pregnancy. During her first night at the hospital, Jeremy was able to stay with her past visiting hours just because he was a doctor, and was on staff at the hospital. When the nurse finally asked him politely to leave, he sat for a few minutes in his car before leaving the hospital’s parking lot. He was making a very fateful decision. Instead of going home, he headed his car toward the gay section of town, and went into a gay bar.

He marveled at himself that he had the courage. He never thought that he could or would execute so brave a move. He was served his first drink at the bar, and was sipping it slowly, when he was approached by a young man, who looked like jail bait. The young man offered to buy him a fresh drink. Jeremy was sorely tempted to get something going with this handsome youngster, but he suddenly had a host of visions flood his brain. First, he imagined that this young man was an undercover vice cop, and he shuddered. Then he saw Emily nursing his new son, Peter. He envisioned Peter grown, and the two of them going to ball games together. He saw himself taking Emily to theater and concert events. There was no way he was going to jeopardize all that.

“No thanks,” he told the disappointed young man. He left his glass half full, and went home. It was not until four months after Emily died thirteen years later, that he visited the same bar, made a contact, and had his first gay experience.

This time the gentleman who offered to buy him a drink was about ten years older than he. He was quite good looking, and Jeremy thought that he wouldn’t mind making out with this guy at all. Both men knew what they were in the bar for, but Jeremy was new to all this. Peter was at a sleep away camp for the next month, and Jeremy could easily take the guy home, but he was afraid for the man to know where he lived, his real name or anything about him, for that matter.

They engaged in conversation for about an hour, and finally the man asked Jeremy to go home with him. “I’m married,” he said matter-of-factly, like everyone in the bar was married also, “but my wife’s visiting her folks up in Canada, so there’s nobody home.” Obviously the gentleman did not suffer from the same fears and anxieties as Jeremy did.

“I’d be happy to go home with you,” Jeremy said.

He followed the guy home, and he lost his virginity at last. Deep inside, he hoped that he would hate the experience, and lose his urges at last, but that was not to be. He loved every minute of it, and spent the night in the arms of Axl Gundersen, who turned out to be the owner of a sporting goods store in one of the local malls. They managed to get together twice more, with even happier and better results, but when Axl’s wife returned, they stopped seeing each other.

For Jeremy, his floodgates were finally opened up. Peter was old enough to be left alone, so whenever he could, Jeremy told Peter that he was going out. He would visit one of the several gay bars in town. He always scored. His macho good looks assured him of that.

During the first week of July, when Peter was sixteen, Jeremy closed his office for a week, and flew to San Diego for a medical convention. Peter was at the same sleep-away camp as the day Martin met Axl, but this time he was a junior counsellor.

At the end of the first day’s sessions, Jeremy found himself at the hotel’s bar with four or five colleagues. One of them was a woman, who flirted boldly with him. He ignored her. Instead, he turned his attention to Carl Prescott. As luck would have it, he and Carl lived in the same city. Carl was a pediatrician, and they had privileges at different hospitals, so they had not previously met. There was an instant attraction between them, but each believed the other to be straight, especially when they learned that each of them had a young son.

Jeremy learned that Carl had recently divorced, but his wife was primary caregiver to their son, so he lived alone. When Carl disclosed that bit of information, Jeremy didn’t allow himself to believe that might be an invitation. He simply stated that he was a widower, and his son lived with him. The two men remained deep in conversation, and learned more and more about each other. Little by little the rest of the seminarians had left the bar. Jeremy looked around him, and realized they were alone.

“I really hate to end the evening and our chat,” he said, but it appears that we have been abandoned.”

“Why end the evening? I’ve got booze and mixer in my room. Come on up with me, and we’ll continue the party.”

Jeremy was already a few sheets to the wind, and Carl was right behind him. He actually believed that Carl was inviting him to his room for sex. He had no reason to think so, but as fate would have it, he was perfectly correct. Carl was as hot for Jeremy as Jeremy was for Carl

“I’d love to come up to your room,” Jeremy slurred the words. “Are we going to have sex?” he asked ingenuously. Carl was only mildly surprised.

“I’d love to,” he said.

The minute they entered Carl’s room, they fell into a passionate embrace. Clothing was shed at a record pace, and Carl led Jeremy into the bathroom. They began to play in the shower. They soaped each other up, and fondled their cocks until both of them were purring like kittens. They sucked each other alternately and then Jeremy begged Carl to fuck him. The request was heartfelt, and Carl was happy to comply. When Carl unloaded deep up Jeremy’s ass, they both cried a little.

“Fuck me now,” Carl begged, “but let’s dry up and do it in my bed.”

Part Two
Carl

Carl Prescott was a senior at Duke University, and had just been admitted to the University of Virginia Medical School in Charlottesville. There was no celebrating at his house as had been the case in the Howe household. Carl’s father was a widower, a very wealthy widower, who preferred to trot the globe rather than to spend any quality time with his only son. Carl could not remember a single nurturing moment from his father. It drove him into therapy.

He shared with the therapist that he had homosexual longings, but had never acted on them. In fact, he was still a virgin. Carl’s father was never around long enough to meet with the therapist. Eventually the doctor concluded that Carl’s tendencies came from his need for male nurturing, and not from any actual homosexual leanings. When he made him understand that, he declared Carl cured.

Carl began to date women, and finally he wed Debra, a Virginia debutante from Richmond. She met his social strata requirements, and he always felt comfortable with her. At the beginning of their marriage, he had no trouble satisfying her sexually, and she conceived a child. During her pregnancy she shied away from sex, and Carl was fine with that. Even after Greg was born, neither of them was anxious to have sex. They lived a virtually sexless life until Greg was in his teens.

One day, Debra asked Carl for a divorce. She admitted candidly that she had been seeing another man for several years. He was now free to marry her, and she wanted to be free to marry him. Greg lived with his mother until he graduated high school. He and his step father just could not get along. Debra had spoiled and coddled her only son, and her new husband could not tolerate his behavior.

Greg turned eighteen the day he started college, and chose to live with his father, who had set up his practice in Boston after his divorce. Debra had no say in the matter. After all he was an adult, and Carl was paying for his education.

When Greg was almost fourteen and still living with his mother, Carl went on a medical convention in San Diego. It was there that he met Jeremy Howe, and the two men began to have sex together. It eventually blossomed into love, but their situation and the difficulty of getting together, prevented them from entering into a full time relationship. After Greg went to college, and Peter announced that he would be living at the Academy, they began to see each other more, and entered into a monogamous relationship. They began to make plans to move in together after both boys left the nest. That would not happen until after Greg’s graduation, which was still a long time off.

Greg was still a freshman, when he came home for winter break. He was constantly in the house, so Carl asked why he didn’t go out with his friends, and why he didn’t have a date. Greg finally told his father that he was gay, and he was still a virgin. “I just don’t know any other gay men, and I’m leery about going to bars alone,” he admitted.

He expected Carl to go ballistic on him, and maybe order him out of the house. He certainly didn’t expect his father to burst out laughing. “How’d you like to hit a few hot spots with your old man? I go to gay bars all the time. I’m a regular at one of them, but it caters to older men. It might not suit you.”

Greg was silent for too long. “Aren’t you going to say something?” Carl asked. “Aren’t you going to say that it makes no difference, and you love me just the same? You and I are supposed to read from the script here.” Carl laughed again, and embraced his son in a bone crushing hug. They were both erect, and had crushed their hard rods against each other. Greg pulled away.

“I can’t believe what you just admitted to me, Dad. How long have you known that you were gay?”

“Since I was a little kid, but I couldn’t face it. I suspected you were gay, and I’m proud of you for being honest and coming out to me. I should have been just as honest with you, but frankly, I was scared and I was waiting for you to make the first move.”

“When did you have sex with a man for the first time,” Greg asked. He was really curious.

“Your mother lost interest in having sex during the time she was pregnant with you. I was actually happy about that, so whenever I could, I went to the bars. I never had trouble scoring a one night stand.”

“Wow, Dad, so you’re an old war horse. How’d you like to break me in and teach me a thing or two?”

Carl thought that Greg was pulling his leg, but his son planted a big kiss on him, and forced his tongue into his father’s mouth.

“Whoa, fella, take it easy. This is so inappropriate.”

“Not for me it isn’t. You’ve been my fantasy lover since I was a little kid.” Greg grabbed his father around the neck, and proceeded to kiss him with an open mouth and a probing tongue. Carl’s resistance was minimal as he began to succumb to his son’s passionate kissing. Then Greg cupped his dad’s package in his hand, and Carl’s future was set.

“You win,” Carl whispered in his son’s ear, “but let’s take it very slow. Maybe tonight we’ll just fondle each other and get off manually. Tomorrow, we can try oral, and the then after that, let’s do anal. We can’t get any more intimate than that.”

“I like your plan, Dad, but I don’t know if I can hold off three days before we fuck each other.”

“Shit, don’t be so crude,” Carl admonished his son. “Now let’s get into the shower. We can begin playing there. I’d like to stick to my three day plan, but let’s see how it goes.”

It did not go as planned. In the shower, they soaped each other generously, and each was happy to soap the others cock, balls and ass hole. Unable to restrain himself, Greg fell to his knees and started to suck Carl’s cock. At the same time, he inserted a finger in Carl’s asshole, and when he met no resistance, he inserted two. Carl was in a frenzy, and yelled out, “Fuck me, sonny. Please fuck me. He leaned his hands against the shower wall, and stuck out his butt, which Greg gladly entered with his well soaped cock. Youth and horniness assured that Greg came quickly.

He begged his father to reciprocate, and Carl was glad to do so, but, of course, he lasted much longer, and Greg was delighted. When they were dry, Greg said that he wanted to sleep with his father. Carl was surprised, but welcomed his son into his queen-sized bed. Carl wrapped his arms around his son, and they began to fondle each other. After just a few more minutes, Greg screamed that he was cumming again. Carl leaned over and took his son’s cock into his mouth. He swallowed every last drop, and prevented a mess.

“So much for your three day plan,” Greg laughed. After that they fell asleep in each other’s arms.

Carl agonized about telling Jeremy about his illicit affair, but in the end he decided to keep it a secret. He was sure Greg would meet a young man soon enough, and effectively put an end to their love making. It didn’t happen; Greg was content to be with his father even after he started college.

Then one day, Jeremy called and asked if he and Peter could sleep over until the power was restored in their home. The power had been out for nearly four days due to a blown transformer.

“Hell, yeah,” Carl screamed. “Our sons will have a chance to meet, and wouldn’t it be great if they hit it off?” Carl had no idea how well they would hit it off. He and Jeremy were in the throes of passion when Carl burst in on them to get some lube. The fathers were so excited they could not resume making love for nearly an hour. Subconsciously they were trying to hear the sounds of love coming from Greg’s bedroom. They were rewarded with words and noises they never hoped to hear from their sons. One of the last things they heard was Peter yelling, “I am so glad we met Greg. I love you.”

Jeremy and Carl smiled, and kissed each other good night.

Posted: 05/22/15