Tom, Dick, and Harry

 by: Hankster

© 2012 by the Author

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Part One

Trevor and Jeff
 

This is a rather sad tale, so I sincerely hope you will read on through all the tears and all the sorrow.  It is a tale of two lovers to be exact.  Sorry to disappoint you, but in their case, they love each other very wisely and very well.  Their union is not star-crossed; rather it is epic and storybook worthy.

Trevor Hopkins met Jeff Brown when Jeff engaged him to probate his parents’ will.  Jeff was twenty at the time, and Trevor was thirty.  Jeff’s parents were killed quite unhappily and quite unexpectedly on the morning of May 1, 1991.  They had an appointment with their financial advisor at 9 AM, and on their way down town they were hit broadside by a drunk driver, who ran a stop sign.  The driver had been going over seventy miles per hour.

He had been drinking all night while celebrating his twenty-first birthday.  All three were killed instantly.   

Jeff received the news when he was called to the dean’s office at Princeton University.  He lost the entire semester because he had to make funeral arrangements, when he should have been taking his final exams.  His parents left him a very wealthy man, and he was able to return to school for the fall semester without financial difficulty.

During that summer, Jeff had to spend a lot of time with Trevor, and the two men fell in love.  Unfortunately, at first they each believed that the other was straight.  When they first met, Trevor was a committed homosexual.  He had already been through several disastrous relationships.  On the other hand, Jeff was still struggling with his sexual identity.  When he met Trevor all doubt was removed.  One look, and he knew he wanted to spend long hours having sex with this handsome lawyer.  Mind you, it wasn’t love yet, just a simple case of lust. 

Jeff disliked and mistrusted his parents’ attorney.  He wanted someone he could put his faith in, and who would look after his interests.  Trevor was also a Princeton graduate, and one of Jeff’s professors recommended him.  Trevor had received his law degree from Harvard Law.  He worked for a major New York City law firm.  His personal wealth and social connections assured him a partnership in the very near future.  Jeff’s multi-million dollar estate, which would generate excellent fees for the firm, was yet another step in Trevor’s road to success.

Trevor was an imposing figure.  He stood six feet, two inches tall.  He was about five pounds overweight, but his athletic body bore it well.  He had played football for Princeton in earlier days.  His straight hair was a sandy blond, which he wore long, around his ears.  His eyes were a soft, seductive hazel.  His chin was square and firm, which gave him a macho look, but he had a dimple on both his cheeks, which gave him a contrasting angelic look. 

When Jeff laid eyes on him, he was smitten.  He hoped Trevor would find him attractive.  He himself was tall at six feet even.  He did not look his twenty years.  He looked more like fifteen.  He had unruly, soft, curly blond hair, blue eyes, a pug nose, a cleft chin, and a very pronounced baby face.  When Trevor first saw Jeff, he was indeed attracted to him, but was quickly disappointed because he believed Jeff to be jail bait.  Anyway, he considered clients to be off base.  He was delighted when he learned Jeff’s true age, but he couldn’t imagine why.  Jeff, was a client, and therefore, unavailable for sex.  Furthermore he appeared to be straight.

Notwithstanding all these fine, hands-off intentions, the bomb burst when attorney and client had their third meeting together.  It was past seven when they decided to call it finished for the evening, and Trevor invited Jeff to have dinner with him.  There was nothing Jeff wanted more, but he pretended to think it over before accepting.

They had dinner at one of New York’s finest five star restaurants.  Jeff was seeking ways to bring the conversation around to some personal matters.  He wanted to find out if Trevor might have a taste for men.  After the appetizer was served, he looked Trevor squarely in the eye.

“All we talk about is business,” he said.  “I’d like to learn something about you.  How come a good looking dude like you isn’t married?”

“Not interested.”

“Well then, how come no girlfriend?  I’m sure you have the same needs as the rest of us guys.”  Trevor’s face was a blank, and Jeff feared that he had gone too far.  Maybe Trevor wasn’t interested in revealing his private life.

“Sorry,” Jeff muttered an apology.  “That was out of line.”

“How about you?” Trevor asked, remaining quite stoic, and ignoring Jeff’s questions.  “Are you seeing anyone?”

“Before I answer, I’m going to invoke attorney-client privilege here, please.  I’m seeing a few girls, but I’m still a virgin.”

“Now, I’m shocked,” Trevor sort of giggled.  “You are so fucking hot.”

Jeff smiled.  “Thanks,” he said.  You are fucking amazing yourself.”

After that they were silent for a long time.  The silence was foreboding.  Finally Trevor put his hand on Jeff’s and whispered something that Jeff could not quite make out.

“What?” he asked.

“I said I’m gay, and I have the hots for you so badly my pants are ripping.  If you want a new lawyer, I’ll set you up with one of my associates.”

“I wouldn’t dream of firing you.  I put myself firmly in your hands.  Besides I feel the same way about you, in spades.  I’d be honored if you would spend the night with me.  Your place or mine?”

“Mine.”

They finished their meal, but neither of them tasted a thing or knew what they were eating.  The expensive tab was a total waste of money.

They entered Trevor’s lavishly furnished town house on Central Park West.  Jeff took the wealthy furnishings in stride, whereas someone less wealthy would have gawked.  He himself owned a town house a few streets north of Trevor.  It was even more lavishly furnished.  They were obviously very compatible socially, but it takes more than social status to maintain a true and loving relationship.  They discovered that night, that they were compatible in every way.

Trevor rushed Jeff upstairs to his bedroom.  On the way up he said, “I only have day help.  We are alone in the house.”

“I’m glad we came here then.  I have two sleep-in servants, a maid slash cook, and a butler.”

In the bedroom, they stripped so rapidly, they became a blur.  For a moment they stood staring at each other.  Their cocks were perfectly compatible also.  Both men were erect, uncut, and about seven inches.  Trevor’s pubic hairs were trimmed, but Jeff’s were not.  They fell into each other’s arms and grabbed each other’s cocks.  Their lips met in a passionate kiss.  Their tongues found each other in a slobbery mess of spittle.  They began to purr as they stroked each other until finally Trevor threw Jeff on his bed, climbed on top of him and started giving him a trip around the world.  He crept farther and farther down Jeff’s body.  He carefully avoided tonguing Jeff’s pulsating cock.  Nevertheless, Jeff gave out a blood curdling scream, and came spewing out, emitting several strong spurts of semen.

“I’m sorry,” he said.  “I never meant to cum so soon, but you have me so worked up, I don’t know what came over me.”

Trevor did not answer.  He was busy sucking up every bit of Jeff’s spunk which covered his abdomen and chest.  Jeff’s unexpected orgasm was the best thing that could have happened to them.  What had been pure lust was suddenly tamed.  They both calmed down and lay side by side.  After a short while they turned to each other and began to kiss softly and they took hold of each other’s cocks and began to stroke gently.  Trevor was already hard and Jeff became hard again soon enough.

“Teach me how to make love to you,” Jeff whispered in Trevor’s ear.  Trevor said not a word.  He just smiled, sat up, leaned over Jeff and began to suck his cock.  He fondled Jeff’s balls at the same time. 

Jeff was pleased to feel himself cumming again, so he stopped Trevor from sucking further, and said, “I want to do that to you now.”  The lovers went back and forth like this several times until they lost control, and came in each other’s mouths, swallowing all their cum.

Afterwards they lay quietly side by side and fell asleep.  As they did, Jeff whispered in Trevor’s ear, “Will you teach me how to fuck?”

“In the morning,” Trevor whispered back.

They both woke up about four in the morning.  “Come with me,” Trevor instructed Jeff.  The older man took Jeff into the bathroom and started the shower.  When he was satisfied with the water temperature, they stepped in.

Seductively, they washed one another in every erotic part of their bodies.  Eventually Trevor took a tube of lube from a shelf in the shower and put a good amount on the middle finger of Jeff’s right hand. 

 

“Ream my ass with it.  Coat it good and stretch my opening while you do it.”  Jeff complied and then he heard Trevor whisper, “Insert another finger and then a third.  “I’ll let you know when I’m ready.”  While Jeff was preparing him, Trevor removed a sealed condom from the shelf and told Jeff to put it on. 

Jeff protested.  “I’m a virgin,” he insisted.

“But I’m not,” Trevor replied.  Jeff did as he was instructed and put on the condom.

“Now,” Trevor instructed, “fuck me.”

“Will you fuck me too?”

“Yes!”

When they were finished fucking each other, Jeff was slobbering like a baby.  Trevor was wrapped around him trying valiantly to console him.  “I’m so happy,” Jeff murmured.  “You’ve made me so happy.”

“Shh, baby,” Trevor said.  “We’ve got to get dressed now, and you’ve got to go home before my maid gets here.”

“If I have my cook make dinner for two tonight, will you dine with me?” Jeff asked.

“Yes, I will, with pleasure.”

They never formally committed to each other.  It was more of a tacit understanding.  Jeff finished college, and went on to Harvard Law, inspired by Trevor.  When Jeff passed the bar exam, Trevor took his clients and left the prestigious firm in which he was about to be made a partner.  He started a new law firm, Hopkins and Brown, making him and Jeff business partners as well as life partners.  The firm prospered and was very successful.

Trevor moved into Jeff’s house and rented out his own.  Two years later, he sold it.  They chose Jeff’s house because it came with sleep-in servants, who looked after their every need.  For twenty years they led an idyllic life.  They both found their profession to be very fulfilling, and they had plenty of money to do whatever they felt like doing.  Then disaster hit them in their faces.

Trevor began to complain about feeling more and more tired all the time.  He stopped going to his gym, and rushed home after work to nap.  The two men hardly ever went out at night anymore.  Trevor began to lose weight no matter what he ate.  He had no pain, just a general weakness, so he would not see the doctor.  Jeff kept yelling at him to seek medical help, but Trevor refused.  One day, he was too weak to go to work and Jeff drove him to the doctor.  She admitted him to New York University hospital for testing.

It was determined that Trevor had pancreatic cancer.  The doctors could not determine how far the cancer had spread, so Dr. Sharpe scheduled surgery as soon as possible, to be followed by chemotherapy. 

After the surgery, the doctors determined that Trevor’s cancer was too far along for an optimistic prognosis.  With chemotherapy, he could probably live another six to nine months, but the quality of his life would not be good.  Dr. Bennet, the oncologist, urged Jeff to show Trevor nothing but optimism and good cheer.  “If you show a healthy, positive attitude, it will help Trevor remain upbeat as well,” he advised Jeff.

“Are you going to tell him?” Jeff sobbed.

“It’s always best to tell the patient the truth,” he replied. 

Trevor remained in the hospital for a little over a week.  When he got home, Jeff hired a private limo service to pick him up, and take him for his chemo treatments, and then to bring him back home.  In between treatments, Trevor felt well enough that he insisted on going to the office to continue working.  Jeff decided that there was no reason to discourage him.

After treatments, Trevor was too ill to go to the office for two or three days, so he had a young associate bring his work to the house.  The man’s name was Tom Fielding and he was close to thirty years old.  Trevor would insist that Tom have lunch with him, and chat for a bit before returning to the office.  He and Jeff were both friends of Tom, and had taken the small town boy under their wings.

Another visitor, who came around often was Dick Hampton.  Dick and Trevor were the same age, had grown up together, and had gone to Princeton together.  Neither of them had siblings, and they had bonded like brothers.  They remained good friends even when Trevor told Dick that he was gay.  When Dick got married, Trevor was his best man. 

After about ten years of a childless marriage, Dick asked Trevor to handle his divorce.  Both he and his wife were having extra-marital affairs.  They were cheating on each other with other men.  He cried bitterly, while Trevor tried to console him.  “Why didn’t I know that I was gay when we were boys?” he lamented.  “It might have been you and me, instead of you and Jeff.  Thank God, we are all as close as brothers.  With you and Jeff at my back, I’ll get through this.”

After his divorce, Dick had a succession of relationships, but never found his true love.  Trevor, Fred, Dick, and whoever he happened to be with at the time, often went out to dinner together.  In time Dick felt as close to Jeff as he did to Trevor.

Trevor received Chemo once a week.  Because he could afford it, he hired Harry Bergen, a private male nurse, to be with him during the ordeal, and to stay in the house full time when he was sick from the chemo.  Harry was about Jeff’s age.  He wasn’t particularly handsome, but he was what people call nice looking or pleasant looking. After the first week, Harry just moved in for whatever time Trevor had left.  It was more convenient for him, and he was free to come and go when Jeff was home and Trevor was feeling well. 

Early on, Trevor asked Harry if he was disturbed by the fact that he and Jeff slept together.  Sometimes they summoned Harry in the middle of the night and they were both naked.  Was that a concern?

Harry just laughed.  “First of all,” he said, “I’m gay, and second of all, I’m a nurse.  I’ve seen naked bodies often enough.  Besides you two are a couple.  Frankly I’d be disturbed if you weren’t naked.”  Trevor was too sick to laugh.  He just smiled and asked why a good looking guy like Harry didn’t have a partner.

“God knows I’d like that, but as a private nurse, more often than not, I have to live at my patient’s home.  It makes relationships difficult.”

Trevor nodded knowingly.

Part Two

Tom

The idea came to him in a dream.  When Trevor awoke, he was happy for the first time in a long time.  While he was asleep, he made a resolution.  He was glad it wasn’t New Year’s.  New Year resolutions were always broken, and he was not about to break this one.  He resolved to see Jeff happily settled with a new partner before he died.  He didn’t consult with Jeff about his plot, and he certainly didn’t care how his lover would feel about it.  He resolved that this would be his final gift to his soul mate.

The first likely candidate that came to mind was Tom Fielding.  Tom grew up on a small farm in Iowa.  There certainly wasn’t enough money in the family to hope for an advanced education for him or his five siblings.  He worked his way through college, Northwestern University.  His college grades were off the charts, and he earned a full scholarship to Columbia Law School.  Still, he worked as much as he could to pay for personal needs like a car, gas and insurance.  He never had time to frolic.  All his efforts went into school and supporting himself.

He was younger than Jeff, and hopefully that would mean that Jeff would not suffer the loss of a second partner, providing that Trevor could successfully get them together.  The problem was that he believed Tom was straight.  He had no reason to believe otherwise.  Still, Tom was very handsome, he was unmarried, and he was nearing his thirties. Maybe, just maybe!

The very first day of his resolution, as Jeff was crawling into bed with him, Trevor said, “You know Jeff, Tom has been doing me so many favors, I’d appreciate it if you would take him out to dinner sometime real soon.  I’ve got Harry looking after me so you needn’t worry.”

“Yes, you’re right.  That would be a nice gesture.  I’ll ask him out tomorrow when I see him at the office.”

Jeff took Tom to his favorite restaurant at The Plaza.  He told Tom that he would order for him.  He wanted to make sure Tom had gourmet food that he would never order for himself because of the price.

“You work for me,” Jeff said, “but I know nothing about you.  Tell me about yourself.”

“There’s not much to tell.  I graduated from Northwestern and went to law school in New York.  When I was in my last year, I got into a chit chat with some of my fellow students, and the name of your firm came up.  One of the guys advised us not to submit applications with you, because the partners were ‘a couple of fags.’  So, of course, I submitted my resume to you ASAP.”

Jeff looked surprised.  “So, are you gay, gay friendly, or a wannabe?”

“Gay, very gay.”

“My gaydar has never failed me so badly.”  Jeff began to laugh.  “You know,” he said, “I feel much more relaxed now.  Do you have a significant other?”

“Afraid not, but I’m still looking.”

After that they indulged in office gossip while they ate, which included some of the clients.  But after awhile, Tom had to say it. “Trevor is a prince among men.  I can’t tell you how badly I feel about what you are both going through.”  He laid his hand on Jeff’s.  Jeff just smiled at Tom, taking no notice of Tom’s slight intimacy.  Jeff had always liked Tom, but now that he knew he was a brother, he liked him even more.

“Eating out like this is nice, but it excludes Trevor.  He doesn’t have much appetite for a day or two after chemo, but he manages to eat a fairly good meal otherwise.  Would you like to come for dinner Friday evening?  Trevor and I consider you a damned good associate, but you are also our friend.”

Tom was very moved and accepted immediately.  To lighten the mood, Jeff resumed talking about people they knew, and they had a good laugh.  Before parting, they went to the wash room together.  They were alone there, and Jeff said, “Good night, Tom.  I’ve had a wonderful evening.”  Then he kissed Tom, very chastely, on the lips.  He and Trevor had not had sex in many weeks, and the chaste kiss brought a tingle to Jeff’s groin.  Tom was affected in the same way.

Trevor was feeling very well Friday evening, and the three men were enjoying themselves immensely.  Trevor had purposely given Harry the night off, otherwise he would have been there as well.

Trevor was joking and kept bringing sex up in their conversation.  He even got Tom to admit that the only sex he had enjoyed in the past several weeks was with his own fist.

“I’m afraid that Jeff is in the same boat,” he said seriously, and everybody stopped laughing.

“I’ve got a great idea,” he said to his sobered dinner companions.  “Why don’t you spend the night, Tom, and you and Jeff can enjoy each other’s bodies?”

Both men were more than shocked.  Jeff visibly gasped.  “You’re not serious,” he said.

“I’ve never been more serious in my life, my love.  I don’t want you to live like a monk any more.”

“I’ve never been with anyone else but you,” Jeff stammered and started to cry.

“I know.  That’s another reason I want you to expand your horizons.  I want to see you happy before I die.  After I’m gone, it will only be a matter of time before you sleep with someone else.  I want to know that I permitted you that pleasure while I still lived.  I’d be even happier if you found my replacement before I left you.  I could then die in peace.”  He turned to Tom.  “Would you object to sleeping with the boss?”

“I don’t think so, but I’m really dumb struck.  I need to let it sink in.”

“Nonsense,” Trevor said impatiently.  “Jeff, take Tom up to the bedroom next to ours, and leave the door open.  I want to hear you making love.  Martin (the butler) will help me upstairs and into bed.  Marie will clear up the dining room.  You two, please, just go have fun.

Tom was a bit apprehensive, but Jeff was shaking like a leaf.  He wasn’t even sure that he could get it up.  He needn’t have worried.  Half way up the stairs, he had a raging, yearning erection.  Tom did also.  When they went into the guest room, Jeff closed the door.

“Trevor said to leave it open,” Tom observed. 

“After Martin gets Trevor tucked in, I’ll check on him and then we’ll leave the door open.  In the meantime let’s get undressed before I lose my nerve. 

Tom stood facing Jeff wearing nothing but his smile.  He was shorter than Jeff at five feet nine inches.  He was a little overweight, but he was so handsome, Jeff didn’t mind.  He had straight black hair, that he wore close cropped.  His eyes were deep brown and he had the longest eyelashes Jeff had ever seen.  Like Trevor he had a dimple on his cheek, but only one.  Trevor had two, one on each side.  The most interesting thing to Jeff was that Tom was cut.  Jeff had seen many a cut cock of course, but he had never felt, stroked, sucked, or had one up his ass.  That made the whole experience more interesting.  Tom’s cock was only about six inches erect and not too fat.  Jeff looked forward to having that cock go up his ass.

They sat on the bed kissing each other and gently fondling one another’s cocks.  They didn’t want to get serious until they knew that Trevor was settled for the night.  What little they were doing was fueling desires within them that they didn’t know they had.

They heard Martin going down stairs, and Jeff went into his and Trevor’s bedroom.  He asked Tom to come with him.  They were both naked.  They made sure Trevor was comfortable and Jeff asked once more, “Are you sure?”  

“Yes, very sure.  Now get out of here.  Leave my door open, and yours, and go to it.  You’ll make a dying man very happy.”

Tom was ten years younger than Trevor.  That night he transported Jeff back to the early years of his relationship with Trevor.  Their love making was youthful and spirited and unrestrained.  They sucked and fucked, reaching orgasm several times each.  As a result they made lots of noise and Trevor fell asleep with a smile on his face.  Jeff fell asleep with a smile on his face also.  It was the first time in months he was able to sleep well at all.  He and Tom wrapped their arms around each other and basked in the after glow, as they surrendered to Morpheus.

The ice, as they say, had been broken.  Over the next few weeks, Tom stayed over often, and he and Jeff slept together.  They even had lustful sex a couple of times in the office after hours.

Part Three

Dick

Shortly after Jeff and Tom made love for the first time, Trevor began to invite Dick to dinner on nights when Tom wasn’t there.  His challenge was how to get Dick and Jeff into bed together.  He felt that Jeff and Tom were getting along well and having frequent sex, but he couldn’t be sure that it was a forever thing.  He just didn’t see any sparks flying between them.  Perhaps Jeff was hiding the sparks from him so that he wouldn’t be jealous.  Either way, he couldn’t take the chance.

He decided to be blunt and open with both men about his resolution to see Jeff settled in a new relationship before he died.  One afternoon, Dick came to visit on his way home from work.  When he and Trevor were alone, he told his friend about his plans, and asked him point blank how he would feel about taking his place if Jeff agreed.

“First I lusted after you, but I foolishly turned away from my feelings and got married.  Then when I met Jeff I began to lust after both of you.  You have no idea how many nights I fantasized that we were having a threesome.  Does that answer your question?”

Trevor just smiled and said jokingly, “I’ll be in touch.”

At breakfast the next morning, he said to Jeff, in a most matter of fact tone of voice, “I’ve found the next candidate for my replacement.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“No, I’m quite serious.  It’s Dick.”

“Really!”  Jeff seemed pleasantly surprised, and Trevor smiled. 

“Why don’t you go over to his place tonight?  I’ll call him and tell him you’ll be over.  He’s quite anxious.”

Jeff smiled, but he said quite seriously, “OK.  If that’s what you want.”

“It’s what I want.”

Sometime during the day, Tom entered Jeff’s office and asked if he could come for dinner that night or did Jeff want to stay late in the office for fun and games.  Jeff told him he was busy this night and asked for a rain check.  Tom looked terribly sad, and for a moment Jeff felt like he was cheating on him.  That was strange.

When Jeff entered Dick’s apartment, he found a lavish dinner on the dining room table.  Dick asked him to sit down and eat.  Both of them just picked at the delicious food.

“Aren’t you hungry?” Jeff asked.

“I’m too excited to eat.  I have dreamed of what is about to happen for years.  Why aren’t you eating?”

“I’m too nervous.”

Dick smiled and walked over to where Jeff was sitting.  He put his arms around him and leaned down to kiss him.  “Let’s go to my bedroom’” he said.  He took Jeff’s hand and they walked down the hall to Dick’s bedroom.  When they were undressed, Jeff relaxed a little.  Dick’s body was almost the same as Trevor’s, same height, same size cock, toned, muscular body (at least before Trevor got sick), graying hair, but no dimples.

Their love making that night was polar opposite from Tom’s.  The older man was slow and sensuous.  He gave Jeff a trip around the world that seemed to last forever.  His tongue was feather light, making Jeff’s entire body tingle in anticipation.  At first Jeff was lying on his back, but at some point Dick turned him onto his stomach.  His tongue did not miss a square inch on Jeff’s backside.  He rimmed Jeff’s ass hole for what seemed half the night until Jeff pleaded with him to fuck that delicious hole.  Dick was glad to oblige.

He brought Jeff to orgasm twice, once in his mouth and once in his ass.  He himself took forever to reach orgasm.  Jeff didn’t mind at all.  He loved all this foreplay.  Dick finally came in his mouth, and Jeff was pleased to note that his cum tasted as good as Trevor’s.  Tom’s didn’t seem to have any taste at all.  Jeff was disturbed that he kept comparing his two fuck buddies.  He felt sure in his heart that neither would, nor could, replace Trevor, so comparisons were not necessary.

Afterward, lying side by side, Dick said, “I wouldn’t mind doing this forever.”  Jeff wasn’t so sure.  He had enjoyed the sex immensely.  He enjoyed it with Tom also, but he doubted that either man could replace Trevor, and the love he had for him.  Still he was wise enough to realize that if he found another love, it would not be anything near to what he felt for Trevor.  He would have to settle.

Much to Trevor’s delight, Jeff continued to sleep as often with Tom as with Dick.  Dick didn’t seem to mind that Jeff had another bed mate, but Tom was extremely jealous.  Trevor tried desperately to get Jeff to reveal if he had any strong feeling for either of the two men, but Jeff said that he wasn’t sure yet.

“Please don’t badger me, Trev.  This whole situation is bizarre.  I’m not sure I approve of what you are trying to do, so I’m not sure how I feel about Tom or Dick.  It’s just not a normal situation.  Please just drop it.  OK?”

Part Four

Harry

The next man Trevor had in mind for Jeff was Harry.  Trevor had often called for Harry in the middle of the night, and Harry had come in a hurry, wearing boxers, but lately he came into the room naked.  Obviously the man slept in the buff.  Sick as he was, Trevor admired Harry’s body, all muscle and ripped abs, and an uncut six inch flaccid cock.  Once in a while Harry came into his room semi erect, and Trevor was sure he had been pleasuring himself.  He could go for ‘Harry the Hunk’ himself.  The only fear he had was that Harry’s social status was far beneath Jeff’s.  Then he chided himself for his stupid class discrimination.  Harry was one of the greatest guys he knew.

Trevor didn’t have to make any arrangements to get Harry and Jeff together.  Their union was arranged by fate.  In spite of his active sex life with Tom and Dick, Jeff slept chastely in the same bed with Trevor as often as possible.  As Trevor got sicker and weakened, he grew more and more restless in bed, and Jeff knew that it was only a matter of time before they would have to sleep apart.

One night, while they were still sleeping together, Trevor was groaning in his sleep, and he kept disturbing Jeff, preventing him from sleeping.  Thinking that Harry was asleep in the other room, Jeff went downstairs to the kitchen, completely naked.  He intended to make himself a hot chocolate to help him sleep.  Just as the milk came to a boil, Jeff heard a voice say, “Oops.  I’m sorry.”  He turned around to see Harry standing in the doorway as naked as he was.

“I couldn’t sleep,” Harry offered by way of an explanation.

“Neither could I.  I’m making hot chocolate.  Would you like some?”  Both men simply ignored their nudity, but both were aroused by what they saw.

Harry was ogling Jeff’s body.  Suddenly he was consumed with lust.  His cock began to get hard, and without realizing what he was doing, he approached Jeff and wrapped his arms around him.  Jeff was pleasantly surprised, and responded by kissing Harry passionately.

The water boiled until it almost boiled out.  Harry and Jeff were oblivious to it all.  They were too busy making love on the kitchen floor.  They were about the same age, and this time the love was neither too lustfully frantic, nor too slow and sensuous.  It was just exactly right.  Both men were happy in their coupling, and they knew there would be other times.

Harry proved to have a master’s degree in cock sucking.  He brought Jeff to the brink at least eight times.  He knew just when to stop and then Jeff would let Harry fuck him, or he would suck Harry’s cock, trying to prolong Harry’s orgasm as long as possible, just as Harry was prolonging his.  They were so adept at prolonging their orgasms that each came only once, in their mouths.  By the time it was over they were thoroughly exhausted, and they fondly reminisced on their mind-blowing orgasms.

Over the next few weeks, Trevor began to go downhill rapidly.  He faded in and out of consciousness, and gave little or no thought to his quest.  Jeff spent as little time at the office as possible and relied on Tom and other faithful associates to keep things going.  He did not leave the house at night any more, and so he had little time for sex with Tom or Dick.   During the few precious hours when Trevor slept, thanks to morphine induced comas, Harry comforted Jeff as best he could.  Jeff was so distraught that very often even Harry’s expert lovemaking could not arouse him.  Harry remained patient and understanding.

Whenever Trevor had a lucid moment, he begged Jeff to let him know if he had fallen in love with one of the three men he was sleeping with, but Jeff could not give him an answer.  He liked them all, but he didn’t think he loved, or could love, any of them.  His love for Trevor was just too strong.

Trevor spent his last three living days in a deep coma.  He never did get a decision from Jeff.  There was no way Jeff could make so life changing a decision while Trevor still lived. 

Part Six

In Love Again

Shortly after the funeral, Harry moved out.  “I have another job,” he said to Jeff, rather matter of factly.  He handed Jeff an envelope.  “I helped Trevor write a letter to you while he was still lucid.  He said I should give it to you after he died.”  Jeff looked at the envelope.  It was written in Harry’s handwriting and it read:  My dearest, my whole life, please do not ever open this until you have found a new love.  It was signed, Trevor, in some scratchy caricature of Trevor’s old handwriting.  Harry and Jeff shook hands and Harry disappeared from Jeff’s life forever.

Dick and Jeff had dinner together about once a month.  Occasionally they went to the theater together, and even more occasionally they slept together, but there was no real chemistry between them.  Nonetheless, they were grateful to each other for their deep friendship.

It was harder for Jeff to dismiss Tom from his life.  They worked together every day.  When they worked late, which was far too often, they had dinner together, and after dinner they went their separate ways.  Tom loved Jeff deeply, and every time Jeff was not with him, he ached internally.  Jeff was very fond of Tom, but love eluded him.  He went out of his way to avoid any intimacy with his associate.  He preferred to go home to his lonely house, and mourn for Trevor.

It was Tuesday morning, right after the long Labor Day weekend, more than a year after Trevor’s death that Tom knocked on Jeff’s door and asked if he could speak to him for a moment.

“Of course.  Come right in.”

Tom entered Jeff’s office, closed the door and sat down on one of two chairs facing Jeff’s desk.  He handed Jeff an envelope.

“What’s this?” Jeff asked.

“It’s my resignation notice, Jeff.  I’m giving you a month.  That’s as much time as I’ll need to move to the west coast.  I’ve got a few good job offers, and I’m considering positions in LA and San Francisco.”

Jeff was stunned.  In fact he became frantic.  “You can’t leave me.  You’re my rock, my right hand man.  With Trevor gone, I don’t know what I’d do without you.  Why would you want to do this?”

“You know why Jeff.  I love you too much, and I can’t bear being around you every day, and being totally ignored.”

Jeff was shocked.  “You didn’t give me enough time, Tom.  I’m still in mourning.”

“Trevor never meant for you to mourn for him, and certainly not this long.  He wanted you in a relationship before he died.  You aren’t honoring his wishes, Jeff, so I have to leave.  I don’t want to spend my days pining for something I can’t have….like you are doing.”

Jeff began to shake like a leaf.  “He started to sob hysterically.  “Please, don’t leave me.  You have no idea how much I need you.  I love you Tom.  I beg you to stay.”

“What did you say?”

“I beg you to stay.”

“No, just before that.”

Jeff’s eyes grew wide.  He suddenly realized what he had said.  He slumped down in his chair, looked at Tom with tears in his eyes and repeated, “I love you.”  He said it very softly, but then he repeated I LOVE YOU several times, saying it louder each time. 

Jeff jumped up and screamed, “I beg you Tom.  Please don’t leave me.  I won’t survive losing you too.”

The two men fell into each other’s arms and Tom whispered in Jeff’s ear, “I love you more, but I can live with it.  I don’t want to replace Trevor.  I just want to be your rock to lean on.  I know you will always love him more than me, but, I swear, it’s OK with me.  I’m happy even if you only love me a little.”

“Oh Tom!  That’s nonsense.  I love you a lot.”

Their lips found each other.  This time they kissed sensuously.  The frantic lust of their earlier meetings had finally been replaced by true love.

“Now please go back to work,” Jeff said.  “I need to be alone for a moment.”

“You’re the boss,” Tom said as he headed toward the door.  He opened the door, smiled at Jeff, and closed the door on his way out.

Jeff went to his desk.  He opened the top drawer on the right side, and retrieved an envelope which had been shoved to the extreme rear of the drawer.  It was the one Harry had given him over a year ago.  He slit it open with a very sharp opener from the top of his desk, and took out the letter contained within.  Slowly and deliberately he unfolded the contents and began to read:

My dearest Jeff: 

If you are reading this note, it’s because you have found a new true love.  As I write this, neither of us, least of all you, know who that is.  It might be Tom, Dick, Harry, or someone you have yet to meet. That isn’t important.  What is important is that from the moment you read this note and thereafter, you have freed my soul.  Now I can go to my eternal rest in the sure knowledge that you are happy and safe.  Before I go, I must tell you how much I have loved you.  I have no doubt that our souls will meet again.  Now go, beloved, and be happy.

Trevor signed the note in what was a mere semblance of his once healthy script, and then Harry wrote a PS:

I hope it’s Tom Fielding.  You two are perfect for each other.

Jeff put his head on his desk and started to cry.  He jumped up suddenly, startled and frightened.  There was no doubt in his mind that he felt a feather like kiss on his cheek.  He smiled and said, “Trevor.”

When he was calm and collected he buzzed his secretary and asked her to send Tom in.  “Tell him I have something to show him."

The End

(and the Beginning)

Posted: 06/01/12