Keith & Dean
By:
Ron Robbins
(© 2011 by the author)
Editor:
Frank Perry
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Chapter 6
Keith's private jet landed at Jackson International Thursday at seven. Bruno met him at the arrival gate and drove him to his attorney's office. There was quite a large group waiting for Keith to arrive; his private security team, his lawyers, the assistant District Attorney, and a detective from the police criminal department were in attendance. Keith's lawyers presented their case backed up by the evidence the private detectives had gathered. The video tapes plus Bruno's and Keith's depositions were all the DA needed to prosecute the two men.
The next morning Bruno drove Keith to corporate headquarters for his nine o'clock Board meeting. His second meeting was scheduled for 1PM at the DA's office. They drove back to the Lindstrom Manor for lunch. He called home to check on Keith Jr. before taking off for their appointment.
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"Dean McCall?" the detective asked.
"This is he," Dean replied.
"Your friend, Keith Lindstrom, and his driver have been involved in an automobile accident, sir; according to his attorneys, you are listed as his next-of-kin and have his power of attorney. Mr. Lindstrom is unconscious and is in critical condition."
"Thank you for calling, officer." I could not believe my ears. I called my dad and asked him to go to the hospital and find out what he could. My only thought was to be with Keith. I asked the nurse and the nanny to get the children ready, we were all leaving within the hour for Mississippi. I called the charter service and ordered a jet to fly us all to Mississippi.
I had the nurse called the Pediatrician to make sure it would be okay for Keith Jr. to travel. She told me he would be okay as long as we did not fly above twenty thousand feet. That was fine with me; so what if we burned more fuel? We arrived in Jackson International in less than two hours; that's not bad considering I had four babies, a nurse and a governess aboard. I took Dean and Betty into my cabin and played with them until they fell asleep next to me.
I prayed to every saint I could think of to let Keith live. He had suffered enough. I didn't want to raise his children alone. I was scared for the first time in my life. I'd never felt this way before. I was terrified of what I would find when I arrived at the hospital.
I had called the agency and had a special security team meet us at the airport to escort all of us to the Plantation. After they were safely home, I had my dad pick me up and drive me to the hospital. Keith's doctor briefed me on his condition and his prognosis. Other than the concussion and a broken leg, his other injuries were minor.
The doctor allowed me to stay with him for as long as I wanted. I asked that Keith be moved into one of the VIP suites. I also requested that another bed be set-up in the sitting room as I planned to stay with him. I called our security chief to have him assign a team to guard our suite around the clock and to do a check on anyone entering his room including the hospital personal.
When the doctor dropped by later that evening, I asked him if it were possible to move Keith to the plantation. The doctor said Keith could not be moved until his condition stabilized. The imaging equipment that Keith needed was located in the hospital.
"We have all the tools we need to work with here, Mr. McCall," the doctor said. "We will know more about Keith's prognosis in a few days. Brain injuries are the most difficult to predict. Every patient reacts differently. The Neurologist is optimistic in Keith's case. All his vital signs look good. We're going to have to wait and see. I suggest you go home and get a good night's sleep. Don't worry about Keith, he's in competent hands. If anything changes, I know where to reach you."
I checked in on Bruno before I left. He had suffered a broken arm and leg, and was resting comfortably. The doctor said he would be able to leave the hospital in five days. I took the doctor's advice and returned to the Plantation to be with the kids.
The doctor called early the next morning to tell me that Keith's brain scan showed a slight improvement but was not conclusive.
"His brain tissue is responding to the medication and the swelling has diminished somewhat," the doctor reported. "That's a good sign; we'll take another scan in two days. Until then we're just going to watch and wait. Keith can have visitors and they should act normal around him. They should act as they would if he were awake. Speak in your normal voice. People who have awakened from a coma have told us they were aware of sounds and voices. If you like, bring his children along to see him, let them act normally, it may help him."
We left for the hospital at ten. I wanted Dean and Betty to spend some time with their father. Keith's hospital suite was comparable to a suite at the Ritz Carlton. It had a spacious sitting room and a large size bedroom. Of course, Keith's bed was a regulation hospital bed with all the normal equipment you'd find in any private hospital room. The rest of the furniture and the interior decoration were colorful and tastefully designed. Both rooms were equipped with top-of-the-line large screen television sets and a sound system as well.
When we arrived, the double doors between the sitting room and the bedroom were open. Keith's bedroom was sunny and bright. With the exception of the feeding tube in his nose and the intravenous drip in his arm, Keith looked normal. Of course, the urine bag was connected and suspended from a hook at the other side of the bed. His flesh tone looked much better this morning and his forehead felt normal to the touch.
I held each of the children up so that could each kiss him on the cheek. I patted his hand and talked to him in a normal voice. The children became fidgety after an hour, so I turned on the TV and let them watch Sesame Street. That kept them occupied. They were well mannered and well behaved. Yet, like most children their age, they needed to move around to burn off some of the pent-up energy. There wasn't much I could do for Keith, so I decided to take the kids for a walk. "Come on, kids, let's go say goodbye to Daddy." I held them up once again so they could kiss Keith on the cheek and we left.
I decided to take them over to my parent's house for lunch. I needed to talk to Dad. They were content knowing that their daddy was sleeping.
Keith and I have never left them alone for more than a couple of days since they were born. If Keith were on a trip, I stayed with them. The kids jumped out of the car and ran to the front door. The kids loved visiting their grandparents. Over the years, a close friendship had developed between Keith and my family. They treated Keith like family and he felt welcome in my home. Of course, my father never forgot what Keith did for him, and it took a long time for my dad to accept Keith as my friend. Dad was from the old school. To him, Keith was his client. It was hard for him to separate the two. Keith wasted no time in setting my dad straight on that score. He told Dad, when he was in his home he was there as family, not as his client. After that, they got along just fine.
Keith was as good to my family. Every time he was in town, he invited them to the plantation for dinner. He also took us all on vacation with him and the children. This was at least four times a year. When you traveled with Keith, you traveled first class, and he would not allow us to pay for a thing. Of course, we traveled in one of Keith's corporate jets. Keith became an instrument rated pilot and had qualified in multi-engine jet aircraft. He had logged quite a few hours flying all over the country on his many business trips.
Keith spoiled me as well. If we were both free for a long weekend, we took off in one of the jets for a trip to one of the Islands. When we did take off on one of our normal family vacations, with the folks, there was quite a large group. There was my whole family, Keith and the four children, a nurse, the nannies, and two bodyguards plus the aircrew of three.
Keith was a good father and he adored his children. He took them with him whenever he could and spent a lot of quality time with them. He made it a practice of allowing the older ones to join us for breakfast and dinner, if he weren't entertaining.
After the children came along, Keith asked my folks to be their godparents and grandparents. Of course, my parents were thrilled. So my mom became Nana, and Dad became Gramps.
Keith's grandparents were living in a nursing home in Virginia for quite a while. They had their good days and bad days. Sometimes they didn't even recognize Keith. Even so, Keith went to see them every month and brought them pictures of the children.
After lunch, Mom took the kids out in the back yard to play to allow Dad time to talk.
"I visited Keith and Bruno early this morning," my dad said. "Bruno was awake and was able to talk. He told me it wasn't an accident. They were forced off the road. Bruno said the guys that did it were pros and definitely not from around these parts. He has ordered his security team to put as many men on this case as they need to find out who ordered the hit. He made a statement to the police and the DA after he came to yesterday. Bruno thinks this may be tied to either Grant or Thornton."
"I hate to say it, Dad, but I had this suspicion in the back of my mind since this happened." I said. "Bruno is too good a driver to have an accident like that. I'm convinced it wasn't caused by a blown tire. All our cars have bulletproof tires and are kept in perfect condition."
"I'm really worried about Keith. What if he has permanent brain damage? Suppose he doesn't wake up for months?"
"Don't think about that now, son. Knowing Keith as I do, I'm sure he has taken care of everything. I suggest you talk to his lawyers about this."
"He told me he has made out a will and that the children will never have to worry about anything. But, that's if he dies, God forbid."
"Keith's attorney was at the hospital yesterday. He told me that Keith had given you power of attorney and it's irrevocable. If he has brain damage and cannot function, the ball is in your court. Keith has seen to that. I feel he made the right choice."
"Thanks, Dad, I find this all so mind boggling. Poor Keith, he has really had a rotten time of it so far. It doesn't seem right that Ken and Norm get a second chance at him. He is such good person. If Keith doesn't make it, those two will wish they had never been born.They got away with it the first time, but I assure you, they are not going to get away this time."
"Dean, listen to me," my father said. "Don't do anything stupid, you have big responsibilities now. Use your head don't do anything that will get you in trouble with the law. Your only thoughts right now should be to take care of Keith and the children. Let the police and Bruno do their job."
"Don't worry, Dad, I wouldn't lay a finger on those two. There are other ways to handle them. I read a book once about the mob. It seems the boss of one of the families learned that one of his own men was playing around with his beautiful young wife. He never mentioned this to his wife. He had his henchmen kidnap the boyfriend and take him to a specialist. He disfigured the guys face and had his genitals cut off. He had them gift wrapped and delivered to his wife. The boss made sure all his men got the message. I wonder how Ken and Norm's fathers will feel if they received their son’s testicles the same way?"
"My God, Dean, you wouldn't?"
I had a sadistic grin on my face, "If those two families were responsible for this that is exactly what will happen. You didn't see what Keith looked like after they finished torturing him. The doctors at Emory were amazed that he survived at all. Never mind the years of therapy he has gone through. At least now, he doesn't wake up in the middle of the night screaming as much as he used to. Those two bastards, if they are convicted, will probably only be in jail for a few months. Well let's see how they'll act walking around neutered."
"I never knew that about Keith," my dad said.
"There's a lot you don't know about Keith, and that crazy uncle of his. Maybe he'll tell you about it someday."
"Keith has been very good to our family, Dean. He's made it possible for me to become a major player in the construction business. You know how tough it was to get the good jobs in this state. Unless you're well connected, or have a backer bankroll you, it's almost impossible to get any of the big contracts, like Lindstrom.
"I knew you and Keith were good friends for many years, but that alone was not enough. All that talk about subcontractors and letters of agreement from my subs was all window dressing. The prime contractor is a God in the construction business, and a prime can have any subcontractor he wants. Keith told his CEO's that he wanted me to be his prime contractor and they made it happen."
"If I remain his prime contractor, I will be a rich man. Yet, I never knew until today why Keith did this for our family."
"I don't understand, Dad, what do you mean?"
"Keith was paying you back for the debt he owed you. You were there to help him when he needed you. I respect a man who pays back his debts. I'll tell you something else about Keith … he is one hell of a smart businessman and his word is his bond. He is wise beyond his years. Did you know he told me he was a homosexual, before we signed that first contract? He wanted me to know because he felt that there was going to be bad feelings when he named me prime contractor. He wanted me to know in case things got ugly."
"He told me the same thing before we signed our first contract," Dean said. "I had my misgivings at first, as you well know, but I've never regretted it since. He's is a prince and a great roommate. You are right about his fantastic head for business. He taught me so much, Dad. Things I could never have learned from a textbook, or in college. He is his grandfather's boy all right. He sure didn't inherit it from his father. His father and uncle didn't care two pins about the family business."
"Let's pray that he pulls through this in one piece," my father said. "Let's go see what your mother and the kids up to."
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Keith awoke from the coma the following day. I had him moved home to the Plantation. He was weak and needed assistance walking. He was prone to headaches if he over taxed himself. Gradually, he regained his strength. His old recurring nightmares were back again, but now were worse than ever. His screaming woke me up two or three times in the middle of the night. He begged me not to hire a nurse because he would also talk in his sleep.
That is when I decided to sleep with him again. He broke my heart at times. He would cry and beg for mercy. He was reliving that dreadful night over and over again. Many a night he had me in tears as well. He was like a young teenager when he was like that. I held him in my arms and rocked him like a child until he fell back to sleep. When he had a particularly bad night, he would be exhausted the next day with dark circles under his eyes.
Poor Keith had suffered enough. I called his psychiatrist, Dr. Quemby, in Atlanta, and explained what was going on. He agreed that Keith needed help right away and suggested I get him back to Atlanta where he could start his treatments again. He said he would call his internist and have him write a prescription for a tranquilizer.
The pills were delivered to the house an hour later, Keith was sleeping soundly. I left him sleeping and went down the hall to the nursery. I told the staff to get the children ready for our flight back to Atlanta. I called the chief pilot and told him to be ready for travel in a few hours. My mom and dad came by to say goodbye to Keith and the kids. I called Bruno at the hospital and told him of my decision to fly back to Atlanta. He said he would take care of everything and keep me informed on the investigation.
By the time, I returned to my suite, our bags had been packed. Keith was awake when I returned to his bedroom. "What's going on, Dean? Why are they packing my bag?"
I sat down on the bed next to him. "I spoke to Ed Quemby in Atlanta an hour ago and he agrees with me that you should come back to him for treatment. He has prescribed some medication that he wants you to start immediately."
"Can't we stay here for a few more days or at least until I feel a little stronger?"
"Look, Tiger, I'm not going to sit by and see you suffer like you have for the last four nights. It's tearing me apart to watch this. You need professional help. I don't want anything to happen to you, do you understand?" I patted him affectionately on the cheek. "I'm taking you home."
Keith smiled, "I'll do whatever you say. Help me change into a leisure suit."
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After taking off, Dean made a call to Dr. Quemoy’s office and made an appointment for 5PM that evening. Keith fell asleep and slept until they landed in Atlanta two hours later.
The chauffeur was there to meet their plane. The flight attendant and the bodyguards loaded up the van and we took off for home. Two hours later Keith and Dean were seated in Ed Quemoy’s office. Dean explained in detail what happened to Keith. The doctor asked a few questions, and then spent the rest of the time listening to Keith's recollections of the event and his explanation of the nightmares. After that, they went into the examining room. Doctor Quemby ordered a battery of tests for the following morning at West Paces Hospital, starting at 7AM. He was to have a light supper at six and take his sleeping pill at seven.
"If Keith doesn't sleep the night through without waking up, let me know tomorrow morning," the doctor said.
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Dean's alarm woke him up at six the following morning. He woke Keith, "Come on, Tiger, let's hit the showers."
Keith opened his eyes, "I could use another couple of hours of sleep. Well, did I wake you up last night?"
"You whimpered a little around eleven, but other than that you did just fine. How do you feel?"
"It too early to tell, why don’t you ask me again in an hour." Dean led him into the walk-in shower and helped him bathe. Keith was still a little unsteady on his feet. He almost slipped on the soapy floor. Dean made him sit on the ledge while he bathed him.
Dean chuckled, "This is like old times again, Tiger. Looks like you need a shave again."
Keith chuckled, "That will have to wait until I'm steadier on my feet. Unless you want to do it the next time I shower. I don't think I have to worry about an erection. This medication makes my dizzy and shrivels it up to a nubbin. Will you look at that?"
Dean howled, "In that case I'll shave you tomorrow. I better be really careful around that little nubbin of yours, I just might lob it off with the razor."
"Let's not joke about things like that."
Dean used the hand wand to rinse them off and made Keith stay seated until he dried him off. After they finished in the shower area, they walked to the sinks. "Remember, Keith, nothing to drink when you brush your teeth. You can use your electric razor this morning; I don't want you to cutting your face."
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Keith's tests came back negative. Doctor Quemby took him off the tranquillizers but had him continue with the sleeping pills every evening. Dean went back to his regular routine. Keith was strong enough to continue his classes at Tech. After two weeks of steady improvement, Doctor Quemby allowed Keith to exercise three times a week under supervision.
By the end of the second month, Keith's health was almost back to normal. He was not ready to throw away the sleeping pills yet. They were both back to their full workload once again.
Keith noticed that something was bothering Dean ever since their return from Jackson. He did not like to pry, but he thought it had something with Beth, Dean's steady girl friend. He thought maybe the three of them should take a long weekend and fly down to the islands.
Keith decided to broach the subject that night. "How about the three of us take off for a long weekend in St. Thomas?"
"The two of us maybe, but I don't think Beth would be too keen on that. She thinks we spend too much time together."
"I don't understand, what happened between you two?"
"It's a long story and I don't have the time to go into now. Tell you what, Tiger, let's take that trip to St. Thomas this weekend. We could both use the break."
"Great, we can leave Thursday night and be back on Monday night, how does that sound?"
"Like a winner, Tiger. Now stop talking and let me get some work done."
Keith smiled, "God, I'm glad I don't have you for a boss."
Dean laughed, "Maybe if you did you'd get more work done."
St. Thomas
They checked into the Villa at the Stouffers late that evening. They were both tired after the long day and they hit the sack early.
The next morning they awoke after nine. After showering, they walked out onto the patio for breakfast. The housekeeper served them their meal. They were looking over the brochures that the Hotel supplied for the guests.
"How about renting a sailboat for the day; we'll pack lunch and go skinny dipping on one of the deserted islands. I need to get my tan back," Keith said.
"Sounds fine to me; one thing for sure I'm not going to get my wizzy sunburned."
"What, did you just fall off the banana boat?" Keith asked. "You use the same sun block on your pecker that you use on the rest of your body."
"You know you are really a storehouse of knowledge," Dean said. "I'm so glad I took you along."
Keith called the concierge and told him the kind of boat he wanted and made the reservations. The assistant manager returned his call ten minutes later with all the information. The yacht would be ready to sail as soon as they arrived at the Yacht Haven Country club.
After spending a glorious day sailing around the island, the captain swung the boat around and headed back to the Yacht club.
"This has been a relaxing day; we should do this again," Dean said.
"Do you feel like telling me why Beth didn't want to come along? I thought you two were going to get hitched?"
"Beth told you that?"
"She didn't come right out and say it, but she sure let it be known that was her plan. Beth could never be accused of being subtle. She is a diamond in the rough."
"You're right about the unpolished part," Dean said. "Just to set the record straight, I never had any intention of marrying Beth. Not then, not now, not ever. She was a good lay, period. I told her that from the get-go. Evidently, she had other ideas. I should have put a stop to it six months ago when she insisted that we should go steady. Thankfully she played hard to get. That didn't work so she started cutting me off."
"Frankly, I was getting bored with her and all her silly games. I ended our relationship when she accused you of trying to break up our so-called relationship. Beth said you were jealous of her and wanted to keep me all to yourself. She claimed you were a control freak, and used your money and power to hold on to me. She said you were a clever bastard that would stoop to any level to keep me. I told her to go fuck off when she accused you of staging that accident in Jackson to keep me away from her."
"Interesting; in a way, I feel sorry for her. She is really a silly girl. She knows how to play the game, but she miscalculated her seductive powers. She tried to reel you in before she hooked you. She thought she had you pussy whipped. Beth is bitter, because you refused to marry her; she is trying to use me as the scapegoat for her failure. She was right about one thing though, I will do anything to keep you, but not for the reasons she thought. Is that the reason you've been in a funk lately?"
Dean smiled, "No, not really. I've had a lot on my mind lately. Your accident was really a wake-up call." The captain edged the bow of the yacht into its berth. "Let's save that for later. How would you feel about barbecuing some steaks for dinner with baked potatoes and a salad, maybe a good bottle of wine?"
"That would hit the spot; I really don't feel like dressing for dinner tonight."
After returning to the villa, they both showered and dressed. Dean told the housekeeper that she could take the evening off. He started pulling the ingredients together for the salad. Keith joined him and set the table. He opened the wine and poured two glasses and handed one to Dean.
"What, you're not taking your sleeping pill tonight?" Dean asked.
"No, I thought I'd skip the pills tonight. Dr. Quemby said it was all right to drink alcohol in moderation. I can still take a sleeping pill as long as I wait four hours after consuming my last drink. I've been a good boy and this will be my first glass of wine in four months."
"Go for it, Tiger," Dean said smiling.
They finished dinner and cleaned up the kitchen. "How about a brandy and coffee?" Dean asked.
"Coffee yes, but no brandy for me, thanks. I'll stick to the wine. I feel in a mellow mood right now."
"Let's have our coffee out on the patio," Dean said, "It's a beautiful night."
"Dean, what did you mean earlier when you said my accident was a wake-up call?"
"You have no idea how terrified I was when the policeman called me from Jackson. My first thought was that you were going to die. Then he told me you were in the hospital in critical condition. God it was almost a repeat of what happened to you four years ago. But this time it took me five hours to reach you. Those were the most agonizing five hours in my life.
"Then to be faced with the awesome responsibility you placed on my shoulders. Frankly, I was overwhelmed. To this day, I don't know how I would have held up with those responsibilities if you had remained in that coma. After I talked to Bruno, my first reaction was to get even with Ken and Norm. I wanted to destroy them for what they had done to you. After your nightmares returned, I am still tempted to go after them."
"Was it the thought of razing my children that bothered you?" Keith asked.
"Hell, no, I love those kids. I feel as if they're mine anyway."
"Then my judgment was not misplaced in you. Those children are my only concern and the most precious possession I have on this earth. Everything else, with the exception of you, takes second place. For a moment, you had me worried. I thought I made the wrong decision in naming you the children's guardian. There was never any doubt in my mind that you were the logical one, and the only one to raise my children.
"In addition, it's not just because I love you either. It's because we both share the same values and I knew you would instill those values in the children. You also have a caring and supportive family who I knew would help. Even if you marry one day, I know the woman you marry will have felt the same as you. So I was never afraid of that eventuality.
"I suppose it was inconsiderate of me not to let you see a copy of my Will. But, now that I'm well again, I'll make sure you receive a copy. In essence, the Will states that if I die, you and the children are the principle beneficiaries of my estate. There are other beneficiaries, but the gifts are much smaller by comparison. You also have my power of attorney. That document spells out in detail exactly how my affairs are to be handled. Look, baby, I have the utmost faith and confidence in your judgment. You have the intelligence and the drive to run the Lindstrom Corporation until such time as the children are ready to step in to run the company.
"It's understandable that you would be overwhelmed to have all that thrust on you overnight. Granted, I had years of training and guidance before I began to run the company. You did the right thing the way you handled yourself while I was recovering. I would not have done it any differently. You also made the right decision in taking me home to Atlanta."
"I'm happy that everything turned out the way it did," Dean said. "You know I've been lucky, I had a damn good life so far. Having you for a friend has made it even better. You're the best thing that ever happened to me, Keith. However, I was naive to think that this could go on forever. I was happy with the status quo. Everything was moving along smoothly and the future looked great for both of us. Your accident changed everything. Life shook the hell out of us once again. Here you were on death's doorstep once again."
"What I haven't told you is thatI thought you were not going to make it this time. We been through a lot together, Tiger, and I want you to live to a ripe old age. I'm scared that something may happen to you again. I know the plantation is your ancestral home, but as far as I'm concerned it has brought you and your family nothing but grief. I hate that place and everything about it. I don't want you to go back there again."
"So that's what been eating at you," Keith said. "Look Dean, let's talk about this tomorrow; I can't keep my eyes open. The wine is putting me to sleep."
"You go on, Tiger. I'm going to finish my brandy and watch the late news."
Keith was snoring away when Dean crawled into his side of the bed. He turned off the light and drifted off to sleep.
Keith's screams and his thrashing awakened Dean. Keith's last swing almost got him on the head. He grabbed him, wrapped his arms around him and pulled him close. Keith's eyes where closed but the tears were streaming down his face. "Keith, wake up!" Dean shouted. He opened his eyes and stared at Dean.
"Wow, that was a bad one, I'm sorry," Keith said. "I should have taken the damn pill."
Dean gently wiped the tears from Keith's cheek and kissed him on the forehead.
"That's all right, Tiger. I hate to see you suffer like this." Keith wrapped his arm around Dean's waist. He lifted his head and kissed Dean on the lips. "Sorry, I couldn't resist those sensual lips. Would you mind holding me a little longer if I promise not to kiss you again?"
Dean smiled, and continued to rub Keith's back. Keith was rubbing Dean's back the same way. They stayed like that for some time. "Hey, Tiger, would you mind adjusting junior, you're crushing my family jewels."
Keith reached between their legs moved Dean's testicles aside and shoved his penis between Dean's legs. "Is that better, baby?"
"Mmmmmmm, that's much better." Dean said as he lifted Keith's head and kissed him tenderly. He squeezed his buns and forced his tongue deep into Keith's mouth. He pulled away and rose up to stare into Keith's face. "You realize you're turning me on don't you?"
"From the size of your pecker, I'd say big time," Keith said.
Dean laughed as he leaned over and kissed him on the eyes and mouth. "I haven't had sex with another male since we were kids, but I would like to try again, Keith. Are you willing to take me on without any strings attached?"
Keith smiled and returned his kiss. "Lie on your back and put your hands behind your head and relax. I'll take you to a height of sexual passion you never thought possible," Keith said.
He started kissing Dean's face then his neck. He licked and nibbled each armpit and then across his chest to his nipples and on down to his naval. Dean was moaning softly. Keith worked slowly down to his groin, being careful to avoid his genitals. He worked down the right leg to his feet sucking each toe. Then up the left leg and back to his groin. He placed a pillow under Dean's rump, bent and spread his legs, giving him unrestricted access to his genitals and the erogenous area between his testicles and anus. He sucked and nibbled this area spending time rimming and nibbling his anus. He forced his tongue as far as was possible into his rectum. He had Dean moaning and writhing with sensual desire.
"Oh please, Keith, let me come," Dean keep repeating in a husky voice.
Keith worked his way back to Dean's testicles, taking each one in his mouth, working them with his tongue and biting down on each one in turn. Keith could see that Dean's penis was pulsating and the precum oozing down the shaft. He knew Dean was close. He started licking his penis from the base like a lollipop. Dean was moaning louder and went to reach for his penis. But Keith pushed his hand away, not allowing him to touch himself.
"Please, Tiger, you are driving me crazy, I'm ready to explode; please baby, let me come."
Keith closed his lips around Dean's penis and slid down, swallowing the rigid shaft until his lips reached his pubic hairs. He held his breath for several seconds and slid back to the mushroom head once again. He kept this up for several strokes. Stopping each time and twirling his tongue around the head. Dean forcing his hips forward, driving his penis deeper into Keith's throat. Keith moistened his finger and worked it into Dean's anus and massaged his prostate. Dean was wild; his testicles were drawn up to the shaft of his penis.
"Keith, I'm coming," Dean shouted. With that, he arched his body and shot his sperm deep into Keith's waiting throat. His penis continued to ejaculate into Keith's sucking mouth. His body was covered in perspiration. Keith could hear Dean's heart pounding as he lay next to him. His eyes were closed and his breathing slowly was returning to normal. He took a deep breath and exhaled loudly. He turned and pulled Keith into his arms and smothered him with kisses. He could taste his own semen in Keith's mouth.
"That was the most fantastic orgasm I've ever had in my life," Dean said, "you're wonderful."
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Dean was the first one to awaken the next morning. Keith's head was laying on his chest with his arm and leg draped over his. He smiled and untangled himself and got out of bed. He covered Keith with the sheet and headed for the bathroom.
The sun was up by the time Dean finished dressing. He headed for the kitchen to make coffee. He carried his cup of coffee out to the patio and listened to the seagulls' calls as they searched for food. He was completely relaxed and enjoying the morning. Keith walked out to the patio an hour later.
"Good morning, Keith," Dean said, "How do you feel this morning?"
"Fine, thank you; how do you feel?"
"Terrific, how would you like some eggs and bacon for breakfast? I'm starved this morning."
"Sounds like a winner," Keith said. "I'll fix the fruit and set the table while you're cooking breakfast." Keith decided not to mention last night, he decided to let Dean broach the subject first.
After they finishing eating Dean said, "How about a game of tennis and a little jet skiing this morning?"
"That would be nice," Keith said. "I'll ask the housekeeper to prepare us a nice salad for lunch with all the trimmings before she leaves for the day."
They returned to the apartment around 1PM. "I don't know about you Keith, but I'm starved?"
"Me, too," Keith said. "Would you mind checking the answering service? I'll put everything on the table."
Keith was pouring the wine when Dean walked out onto the patio and took his place at the table. "There are quite a few messages from the office in Jackson, and the usual from the family. We've been invited to dine with Sandy and Alex Savage this evening. Can you beat that? They heard we were on the Island and would like to get together again. Would you like to join them this evening?"
"Absolutely, I really like them," Keith said. "Do we need to call them to confirm?"
"The message said regrets only. Cocktails are at 6PM."
They finished lunch and cleaned up the dishes. "If you don't mind, Dean, I think I'll have a lay down," Keith said.
"Sure, go ahead, I might do the same after I make a few calls."
Keith was already asleep when Dean walked into the bedroom an hour later to take his shower. Keith was sound asleep sprawled out naked in the center of the bed. Dean sat down on lounge chair to admire the body of his handsome friend. Dean began to realize, as if for the first time how beautiful Keith was. His skin shone from the deep tan he had cultivated. Only faint traces showed from his operations. His daily exercise routine made his body even more attractive than before. His deep tan skin highlighted his well-developed muscles.
Keith had a beautiful body. He was more upset about his scars than he was from the beating itself. Of course, the mental scars were still there. Keith had always taken good care of his body and had this thing about body hair and two-toned skin. His body was devoid of hair from his neck down. Keith disliked the white skin showing under his trunks so he had his own tanning booth at home to tan those areas as well.
Dean remembered how sexy Keith looked the first time he saw him naked. It looked like the statue of David. Keith was not a vain person; in fact, he was a modest and private person. 'His beautician, his doctor, and I are the only ones who have seen him naked,' he thought to himself. Dean was troubled by what happened between them last night. Keith had triggered some deep emotional feelings. Could it be that Keith's unselfish love made him realize that he was in love with his best friend?
Keith was very understanding in not mentioning the sex they had last night. That's one of the many things that make him so special. Dean shook his head as he stood up and walked into the bathroom to get ready for their dinner engagement. He returned after his shower and sat on the bed next to Keith and gently rubbed his back. "Come on, baby, it's time to take your shower."
Keith groaned, "Do we have to go," Keith asked. "I'd much rather stay home and make love to you until morning."
Dean chuckled and rubbed Keith's back. "I'll bet you would. Never mind that, baby. Go on in the bathroom and take a cold shower." Dean stood and walked into their dressing room.
Keith smiled, "Sweetheart, I do believe I've cracked your armor. That's the second time you've called me 'baby'."
Dean turned with a grin, "You see what a bad influence you are? Now stop procrastinating; you have thirty minutes to get ready."
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They made it to Alex's villa with five minutes to spare. Alex and Sandy greeted them warmly and ushered them out to the terrace for cocktails.
"I wish we had known that you two were here this week; we could have done something together. Sandy and I are returning to Atlanta tomorrow afternoon."
"We only decided to come down at the last minute. Keith came damn close to being killed on his last trip to Jackson. He has been through a lot since the last time we saw you guys. This is the first chance we've had to get away," Dean said.
"I can't believe this, why didn't you call us, there must have been something we could have done to help," Sandy said.
"I'm sorry, but there wasn't much anyone could have done. Thank God he made it through and is back to normal again." Dean told them about the accident, and how serious it really was.
"Well thank God you pulled through okay," Alex said. "We gave the staff a break tonight, so Sandy and I are preparing the meal. Sandy is in charge of the grill, and I'm in charge of the rest of the meal. Dean, why don't you give Sandy a hand, while Keith and I, get started in the kitchen."
"Sounds like home," Dean said.
Keith followed Alex into the kitchen, while Sandy started the barbecue. "What can I do, Sandy?" Dean asked.
"You can help me set the table," Sandy said. "Do you mind answering a personal question?"
"Shoot."
"How long have you and Keith been lovers?" Sandy asked."
Dean smiled, "Keith and I are not lovers; we're just good friends."
Sandy raised his eyebrow, "You're kidding? Now, that surprises me," Sandy said. "Alex and I thought you were a couple. I've always seen you two together. I naturally assumed, after seeing you together all the time that you were married. I can't get it through my head that we could have been so off base about you two."
"Why do you find that so hard to believe?"
"I guess it's because you are both so comfortable with each other. You both act as it you are a married couple. You are both so together; I couldn't help but notice the way you feel toward each other. It's obvious that Keith adores you. You, on the other hand, are very protective of him."
"It's true, Keith does love me. He makes no secret of that. Don't misunderstand me, I love Keith, but I'm not in love with him. I am very protective of him. The poor guy has had a rough life and I don't want to see anything happen to him again. Keith is a prince, and has been very good to my family and me.
"This accident made me realize just how deeply I care about him. To be honest, I've been having trouble grappling with these feelings. Keith is so much a part of my life now that I would feel lost without him. This past week with him has been delightful. We were completely isolated from our normal hectic schedules. It has given me the time to reflect upon my true feelings for Keith.
"There's no question in my mind that my feeling for him has grown far beyond friendship. I think I'm falling in love with him. On the other hand, the thought of being gay has caused me a lot of anxiety. It's been tearing me apart; my love and desire for Keith grows stronger every day, yet, my straight upbringing has troubled me; I hate the thought of being labeled a homosexual. You're right though, Keith knows something is wrong. He can read me like an open book.
"Keith has suffered enough; I don't want to make it any harder for him. That is why I must be absolutely sure that I can make that commitment to him without reservations."
"Dean, I understand what you are going through, believe me. I had to make that same tough decision. It was a traumatic gut-retching experience for me also. But, if you really love Keith, above anything else, your sexual orientation and what people think, is not important. Remember, you will only walk this way once. If Keith is the one you want by your side, then you have no choice. Your close friendship with Keith has endured, and from what I can gather, it has been one of mutual trust and understanding."
"My advice, for what it's worth, is to talk this over with Keith. If not, you'll continue to ride this emotional roller coaster for a long time. Keith is a sensitive person, and I bet he is aware that you're troubled. Let him help you. I'll tell you one thing from my experience, married life can be wonderful when you've found the right person. I've never thought I could be this happy. Let me know when you two decide to tie the knot. We would like to have a little wedding party for the two of you to celebrate the event."
"That would be great; I know Keith would like that. Thanks for your advice."
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As Keith and Dean walked back to their villa after dinner, Keith said, "They are a delightful couple. We should continue to cultivate them as friends."
"I agree, not only are they interesting, down-to-earth people, they are also well connected," Dean said. "While you were in helping Alex with dinner, Sandy was asking me about us."
"What did he want to know?"
"How long we were married, how we met, the usual questions."
"What did you say?"
"I told him the truth — that we were good friends and had known each other a long time. That surprised the hell out of him; he and Alex assumed we were a couple."
"I could see how they could make that observation," Keith said. "It's such a beautiful night, would you like to walk along the beach?"
"Sure, it's still early." The beach was deserted, not a soul in sight. Dean pulled Keith close to him and wrapped his arm around his waist. "You don't mind, do you?"
Keith smiled and kissed him on the cheek. "I think it's romantic," Keith said as he wrapped his arm around Dean's waist.
They walked for a while longer without speaking. "Keith, about last night," Dean said. "I've avoided mentioning it because I wanted to be sure of my own feelings first. I told you last night how satisfying it was. I also couldn't put you out of my mind all day."
"I guessed as much. Somehow, I knew you would be struggling with it today. Do you feel like talking about it?"
"We've both had sex with guys during high school. To me it was nothing more than getting my rocks off. It was a guy thing and all the guys accepted it for what is was. For sure, I'd never allow another guy to make love to me the way you did last night. Even the relationship I had with Betty never rose to that level. The same holds true with all the women I bedded."
"Last night was different. It wasn't just sex. You made love to me and it was wonderful. I've been troubled about my feelings for you ever since the accident. You know I've always had a warm place in my heart for you, but last night was different. I knew for the first time in my life, what it felt like to be loved. I knew from our first kiss, that I found the love that has eluded me for all these years. Here it was right under my nose."
"However, for the third time in my life I was frightened. Yet, in spite of all the consequences I need to face about my orientation, I want you more than anything in this world. I am also a little intimidated by your power and wealth. I'm concerned that if we become lovers, I'll lose my identity as a man. That is what's bothering me.
"You have no idea how much I wanted to make love to you this afternoon. I spent an hour gazing at your beautiful body while you sleep. I wanted to take you in my arms and kiss you. I'm so confused."
Their walk had taken them to a deserted part of the beach. Keith looked around to see if anyone was about. He stopped, turned and faced Dean. The tears were running down his cheeks. Dean pulled close and kissed him passionately. He pulled back from his lips and kissed the tears from his eyes and cheek. "Please, don't cry, baby." He kissed his lips again and he rubbed his back.
Keith buried his head into Dean's powerful chest and cried for a long time. Dean held him tight and rubbed his back until he cried himself out.
Keith tried to speak through his sobbing. Dean said, "Don't try to talk now, baby, just take deep breaths." He turned around and they headed back to their villa.”
After a few minutes, Keith regained his composure. "You've made me so happy," Keith said. "I've been hoping and dreaming this day would come ever since I fell in love with you ten years ago. Those were tears of joy, my beautiful, lovable giant. I knew something serious was bothering you for some time.
"At first, I thought you were angry with me for placing so much responsibility on your shoulders. Then, I thought you were thinking of leaving me. I really didn't know what to think, and was too afraid to ask. Finally, this past week, your attitude changed. You were your old self once again. I began to notice your need to touch me more and more. That's the reason I made love to you last night. I've always wanted to make love to you and taste your body."
"If you love me as you say, why should you be afraid of my wealth or power? It hasn't affected our friendship up to now, has it? Don't you know that everything I have is yours? You are the most important person in my life. You made this all possible by helping me when I needed you. Don't worry about anything except loving me and taking care of me. Everything else is secondary. I love you and I want to be with you forever. You and our children are all I care about, do you understand how I feel?"
Dean smiled, "Yes, dear. Do you feel like fooling around when we get back to the villa? You've given me an erection that won't go down."
Keith chucked, "Mmmmmm, I'll have to think about that. If this weren't such a high class place I race you back to the villa."
When they returned to the villa and locked up, Dean led Keith into the bedroom. He took Keith in his arms and held him close. He kissed him passionately. He slowly undressed him, kissing each part of his body as he removed his clothes. Keith removed Dean's clothes. When they were completely naked, Dean took him in his arms and held him again. "God, your body is such a turn on. Come, lay down."
Keith was lying on his back. Dean lay on top of him and kissed him passionately. He kissed his neck and down to nipples where he licked and nibbled each one until they were both hard. Keith was moaning softly as Dean continued working his tongue down Keith's stomach and down to his erect penis. He licked it all over and on to his shaved genital area. Slowly he licked and bathed the entire area. He than lovingly took each of his perfectly shaped testicles in his mouth, driving Keith even closer to the edge by gently biting down on both. Keith was moaning louder and pulling his body back enjoying the pressure that Dean was applying. He remembered that Keith liked that kind of rough play with his testicles. Dean noticed the precum leaking down Keith's penis.
"Oh, baby, don't stop, if feels so good," Keith whispered. Dean let the testicles flop of his mouth and went back to the penis to lick off the precum. He reached over and grabbed the KY tube and put some on his fingers and began massaging his lover's anus. With his other hand, he grabbed Keith's testicles pulling them to the bottom of the scrotum. He engulfed his lover's penis in his mouth again and swallowed him to the base, than pulled back to the head again. He continued this until he could see Keith was almost ready to burst. On each upward stroke he pulled and squeezed Keith's testicles down. On the down stroke, he pulled the testicles in the opposite direction. He continued this for several strokes adding more pressure to Keith each time.
Keith's penis was engorged with blood, the vessels pumping more blood with each stroke. His testicles turned a deep purple from the pressure. Keith's body stiffened, he held his breath as he began pumping sperm into Dean's throat. Dean added more pressure to Keith's testicles and at the same moment forced his fingers into his lover's rectum. Keith was ramming his hips into Dean trying to force himself down his throat. Finally, the spasms subsided and Dean released Keith's testicles and pulled his fingers from his rectum. He sucked the last drop from his lover and slid up close to Keith taking him in his arms and holding him. He could feel Keith's heart pounding and his breath slowly return to normal. He was breathing as if he had just run a race.
"Baby, are you alright?" Dean asked.
"God, that was awesome," Keith said. "I'm still tingling all over. You're wonderful; I've never had a blow-job that good."
"Thanks for the compliment. That's the first time I've ever done that. I must admit I like the feel of your cock, and your sperm tastes a hell of a lot better than mine. I wanted to give you the same wonderful feeling you gave me last night."
"This was great for me," Keith said.
Dean began kissing him and forced his tongue into his mouth. He could feel Keith getting hard again. He turned him on his back and began massaging his testicles again. He tried to fit the condom on but couldn't get in beyond the first two inches of his penis. "Baby, I think we have a problem, I'll never be able to get one of those boy-cock sized condoms on Junior," Dean said. "I've always used large size."
Keith laughed, "I had a bit of a struggle last night with Junior. Have you ever measured that monster," Keith asked.
"I didn't, but Betty did. It's ten inches long and two-inches in diameter."
"Look, baby, before we go any further, I need to take an enema before you shove Junior inside me."
"Are you sure you want to take me, baby? I don't want to split you open."
"You've got to be joking," Keith said. "I've wanted you in me for ten years. I'll be back in a few minutes, sweetheart."
Keith returned in a few minutes with a couple of towels. He covered the pillow and lay back down and spread his legs. Keith was semi-erect. Yet it didn't take Dean long to have him rock hard again.
Dean liberally coated his penis and Keith's rectum with the KY. He adjusted a pillow under Keith's lower back and pushed Keith's legs over his head. He inserted two fingers into Keith's rectum. His anus was already stretched and in a few seconds, he was able to slip three fingers into his rectum without any resistance. He grabbed hold of his lover's testicles again and pulled them up and away from his rectum. Keith was rock hard again, softly moaning.
Dean inserted his tip into his lover and waited a few seconds until Keith told him to keep pushing. Dean fed in a few inches at a time until all ten inches were deep inside of his lover. After a few minutes, Keith began rotating his hips. That was the cue for Dean to begin in earnest.
Dean pulled back until only the head of his erection was in, than plunged it back in again until he was fully seated. He continued the steady motion. Keith forced his hips forward to meet Dean's thrusts and contracted his rectal muscles as he pulled back. Dean was slow, and deliberate. He had Keith moaning with pleasure. They were both starting to reach a climax.
Dean stopped and released the pressure on Keith's testicles. Dean lean forward and kissed Keith forcing his tongue deep into his mouth. He kissed and nibbled on Keith's nipples until they were hard. He kissed him on the lips once again and said "I love you, Keith." Then he grabbed Keith's testicles in a vice grip and his penis in the other hand and began to pump his again only this time much faster. They were both moaning now and Dean felt his orgasm building from deep within his body and it kept building. His testicles pulled up against his penis.
Keith started to scream, "I love you, Dean," as he pulled Dean's lips to his, cutting off Dean's groans. Dean released Keith's testicles and penis, lowered his legs and collapsed in Keith's arms, totally drained. Between breaths Keith said, "That was the most sustained organism that I have ever experienced in my life."
Dean was about to pull out of Keith. "No, baby, please stay in me," Keith said. Their hearts were pumping hard and they were soaked with perspiration. They lay there cuddled together, arms about each other, the aroma of their seed fresh in their nostrils and their naked bodies glowing with the warmth of post-climactic bliss. They drifted off to sleep like that, their organs still semi-erect.
The next morning Keith was up early. He made the coffee and opened his email. He read and answered the accumulated messages that he had let slide for the past two days. Dean walked up behind him and kissed him on the ear.
"Good morning, sweetheart," Dean said. "What are you doing up so early?"
"I thought I'd get a head start on my correspondence before I had to pack for our trip home this afternoon."
"I hate to leave," Dean said. "It has been a great vacation. Not only that … but I finally got married."
Keith chuckled, "You can't beat that kind of luck."
Dean said, "I'll fix breakfast while you finish up your emails."
"Call me when you're ready," Keith said. "I won't be much longer. I've have a lot to tell you."
Keith finished up and turned off his laptop. He walked into the kitchen and set the table on the patio for breakfast.
Dean carried out the two plates and set them down at each of their places at the table. "This must a special occasion, Champagne and red roses," Dean said. "I know I'm a good cook, but you didn't have to go all out for this breakfast, sweetheart."
Keith smiled, "Sit down you silly boy," Keith said. "This is the first day of Chapter One of our married life. I thought it was fitting to start the day off on a high note." Keith raised his glass of Champagne and said, "To us and our children, may we all have a long and happy life together."
Dean raised he glass and touched Keith's glass. "This is to you, my Love, for accepting me as your husband, and for making me the happiest man in the world."
They both drank, and ate their breakfast. As they were having their coffee, Dean said, "Any news from Mississippi?"
"My lawyer told me that Ken and Norm agreed to a plea bargain with the DA. They each pleaded guilty to aggravated assault and a few other felony charges. On my case and two other assault charges the DA was able to tie them into. They each got twenty-five years in the State Prison. They're already in the slammer serving their sentences. I don't think I need to worry about punishing their families. After the news broke in all the local newspapers their business started to feel the pinch. I understand your father is inundated with new business. Maybe your dad will throw them a few bones."
"That is great news, babe," Dean said.
There is more to come, I've decided to take your suggestion and get rid of the Plantation. I'll ask my uncle if he wants the place. If not, I'll clean out all the antiques and fine art and donate the place to the county. It has too many bad memories for me. I have a feeling that my uncle has no desire to move back to the plantation. I don't think he would want to spend the money to keep the place up. When I need to attend the board meetings, I'll stay in a hotel or, sleep on my plane if need be. There should be no reason why I can't take care of my business during the day and fly back home that night."
"I think that makes sense," Dean said. "I hate to say this about my home town, but they are not gay friendly. We could never be accepted as a couple in Jackson."
"I agree, sweetheart," Keith said. "When we get back to Atlanta, I want to build a new home with all the amenities. I want a Lindstrom Manor look, with a guest house. I can fill it with all those priceless antiques from Lindstrom Manor. I'm going to ask Alex Savage and Sandy to handle the design and construction. What do you think about that, my Love?"
"Now you talking my kind of house," Dean said. "I have a feeling from the way you are talking, we're going to need a good size chunk of property."
"You've got that right, baby. I was thinking around a thousand acres, up near Lake Altoona. I plan to build a small office building close to the main house. This is where you and I will work every day. We can relocate our staff up to the area as well. I also think you should plan to use that sperm of yours to add to our little family. I want to add a few more children in the family."
Dean smiled, "I think that is the best idea you've had so far, not that I don't think everything so far is super, but I so like the idea of having the children around us as they are growing up, and the more the merrier."
"Good, I'm glad that's settled," Keith said. I think I'll call Alex and get him started on the plans. He may even know a reliable real estate broker to find the property we want."
Dean wrapped his arms around Keith and kissed him. He chuckled and said, "I'm really excited about this, sweetheart. You've made our future sound exciting. You know, I think I'm going to enjoy being married to you."
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Posted: 03/30/12