Companions All by Will B

Cousins All
by: Will B
(© 2007 by the Author)
Advisor: E Walk

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Jason and Nicky: You have found love with each other

and now together you soar on eagle’s wings in endless space.

We miss you, we miss your love and your wit

May peace and light fill your days.

Mark meets Al’s cousins, and shows his true colors at a concert for children who have cancer. Al and Mark realize they are a team in more ways than one.

I. Morning at 39 Milford Court: This was the home of Matt Fishbein and Gary Dixon, two 38 year olds who had been life-partners for about 23 years.

The morning sun was shining through the slats of a partially opened Venetian blind, casting alternating golden and dark brown stripes on the naked back of Matt as he lay on top of his partner Gary. Matt was using his tongue on Gary’s forehead, his eyes, his ears, his cheeks and his jaw and neck.

Gary lay there with a smile on his face, and whispering in Matt’s ear, “Uuuuummm. “Oooooohhhhh! Aaaaahhhhhh. Don’t stop, sweetheart, just keep on doing that!” Gary whispered in Matt’s ear.

Matt’s muscular arms, with fine hair on the backs of the forearms held Gary tightly in lover’s embrace.

Gary responded by bringing his right hand up between Matt’s and his bodies, and rubbing Matt’s pecs, and then lightly pinching and twisting Matt’s nipples. His left hand was reaching around to Matt’s butt cheeks and lightly pinching them and rubbing his fingers up and down that valley leading to the cave of desire.

Matt’s engorged penis already leaking precum was pushing against, grinding against Gary’s cock and balls, bestowing on them a few drops of his precious appetizer of joy juice-to-come.

Gary’s legs were spread apart, and then wrapped around Matt’s own legs, as if drawing them closer to his body.

Matt raised up a bit and said, “’Fed-Sex’ guy here with a delivery of cool, creamy cum for Gary Dicks. Where do you want me to deliver the load, sir? In your ‘attic,’ on your ‘front lawn,’ or in your ‘basement?’”

Gary replied, “In my ‘attic,’ Fed-Sex man, because then I can deliver my own saucy, salty, smooth cream to your own attractive hungry ‘attic.’”

Matt turned 180 degrees so that his hose was poised over Gary’s eager mouth, and he was able to savor the stiff leaky sausage that was facing his oral cavity.

With a puckering of lips and some imaginative tongue work, the two guys drank their fill of each other’s hot creamy, steamy elixir of joy.

After coming down from cumming on each other’s Olympian mountain of pleasure, they lay in each other’s arms, content to just to be with each other.

After a while, Gary looked at Matt said, “I guess we’d better get up. We’re going to Levindale to see Jake this afternoon, and I want to drop a few things off at the office, even though it’s Saturday.”

“You are a glutton for punishment, sweet cheeks,” Matt said with a smile.

“I sure am,” Gary said with a smile, “As long as it’s you handing out the punishment! Now kiss me!”

Matt cupped Gary’s genitals and said “Your cock ain’t so bad either, lover.”

The two lovers dressed and fixed breakfast. They took their bowls of Cheerios© and bananas and cups of tea and sat out on the back porch, enjoying the cool breeze.

“You know, Gary, this house is so big for the two of us. I wonder if we could rent out the second floor apartment? It has a kitchen and bath, and Jake and Sarah fixed the entry hall so that there were two doors, and each apartment has its own entrance.”

“That’s an idea, Matt. I think it certainly deserves consideration, but you know we would need to have a tenant or tenants who would accept the fact that we are a couple. Let’s think about it. . . but listen to the quiet. Pete and Joe left this morning for Las Vegas this weekend, and Al, Senior, and Steve, Senior, are up at the lake.”

“Yeah,” Matt snickered. “Pete and Joe said they were going for a “dirty weekend” in Vegas. They planned to risk a whole $100.00 at the tables, and visit a gay club or two. . . . or three or four”

“I hope they have fun. They are a devoted couple, and they’ve been together for 32 years. They’re great guys, and I hope they have a good time,” Gary said as if he was wishing they could go to Las Vegas .

“Let’s get this show on the road!” Matt said. “You want to take some reports to the office, and then go out to Levindale and take Jake out to lunch. I’m glad he’s close enough so we can visit him often. He has been so lonely since Sarah died. . . . They were great parents—he still is. Sometimes I forget I was just adopted, first by Sarah, and then by Jake when he and Sarah married.”

The two guys finished dressing. Matt was wearing a gray polo neck sweater, black socks and black loafers. Gary was wearing a light tan shirt, brown chinos, and brown loafers. Although they were in their late 30s they looked as if they were models for a men’s clothing store.

Levindale Retirement Home was located on 4 acres of land in Northwest Baltimore. It provided a place for retired Jewish men and women to live in security without having the chores of maintaining a house. The staff, the qualified medical people and the para-professionals, was trained in dealing with the problems of an aging population, and they cared about the well-being of the residents.

Matt and Gary parked in one of the spaces for visitors and went into the building to sign in.

“Hello, Mr. Fishbein, Mr. Dixon,” Joanna Myers, the receptionist said. “I think Dr. Parrish would like to have a word with you. I’ll just buzz him to let him know you’re here.”

Dr, Parrish came into the reception area and greeted Matt and Gary. “Mr. Fishbein, I’d like to talk to you and Mr. Dixon before you see Jake Fishbein.”

“Is everything OK, Doctor?” Matt asked, with a worried look on his face.

Dr. Parrish led the two men to his office and invited them to sit in two arm chairs across from his desk.

“First of all, gentlemen, let me assure you that Jake Fishbein’s physical health is excellent. His weight, blood sugar, blood pressure, and cholesterol levels are all fine.”

“But,” Dr. Parrish went on, “ I want you to be prepared if Jake sometimes is a little confused. He may not recognize you at first, but just talk calmly, and he will gradually remember who you are. It’s often hard for family members to accept this sign of aging, but there is nothing to worry about. Just talk to him, and keep up your visits.”

“We were going to take him out to lunch. Is that going to be a good idea?” Matt asked.

“Of course. He’s been talking about this outing all morning. I just wanted to prepare you for this change,” Dr. Parrish concluded.

Matt and Gary went out into the hall, and one of the staff had brought Jake down to meet them. Jake was wearing a blue shirt, blue slacks and black and white trainers. He walked with the help of a cane. Matt looked at him and thought how much he loved him. At an age when most men don’t think of fatherhood, Jake had married Sarah and adopted Matt as his own son. He had been far more of a real father than Matt’s biological sperm donor had been.

On an impulse, Matt reached forward and gave Jake a hug. “Hi, Pop. Let’s sit a few minutes and talk before we go to lunch,” Matt said.

The three went into a beautifully furnished sitting area where there were couches, tables, chairs, and a large television set, and sat down.

“Pop, before we go to lunch, Gary and I have an idea that we would like to run by you. You know that you and Sarah had made the second floor into a separate apartment so that you two could live on the first floor, and Gary and I could have the second floor. We had our own entrance. When you and Sarah moved to Levindale, Gary and I moved down to the first floor. We have been thinking of renting the second floor out, and we just thought you would like to know what we’re thinking of doing.”

While Matt was talking, a look came over Jake’s face. “I don’t know, Matt. I don’t know what we should do. . . . I think we had better wait and ask Sarah. She will be down in a few minutes to go with us. Sarah will know what to do.”

Matt and Gary sat as if they had bee turned to stone. Here was one of those signs that Dr. Parrish had warned them about.

Finally, Gary spoke, “Jake, I think it’s a good idea to talk to Sarah about our plans. I know she will have good advice, because she was—I mean is--always so wise, and so strong. . . . (Here Gary had to pause to get his voice under control). “Sarah was telling me just the other day that she thought it was good for just us three guys to go out to lunch once in a while. . . Just the three of us. Would you like that?”

“Yes, that would be nice, and I am getting hungry.” (Here that ‘confused look’ left Jake’s face and he was his usual smiling self).

The lunch went well. Jake had a good time, telling Mat and Gary about all the fun activities the residents had at Levindale.

Matt and Gary saw to it that Jake enjoyed himself. After lunch they took him back to Levindale, and hugged Jake and left him smiling.

When they got in the house, they looked at each other, and Matt began to tear up. Gary just held him.

“Matt, this happens sometimes. We just have to accept it, and keep on visiting with Jake. At least he’s not in any physical pain. He doesn’t have something like cancer.”

“Matt, when my dad died, you were there for me, and you were like a rock. Now, just remember that I’m here for you. I love you. I love you.”

The afternoon sun was shining in the window of the small lecture hall at the Johns Hopkins Hospital in Baltimore. About 50 seats were arranged in tiers, around a table and podium on a small dais. There was no breeze and the curtains at the window hung perfectly still.

Tammy Heckman (who we met as the adopted daughter of Dave and Mary Heckman in Companions) was now 20, a very attractive young woman, who was just about finished with her nurse’s training. She was sitting with her friend Mary Haines, also attractive, also 20, and also almost through her nurse’s training. The young women were not wearing their nurses’ uniforms because they were not on duty. They each wore light airy summer dresses, Tammy’s was green and Mary’s was yellow.

Tammy got up to adjust the window blinds so the sun wouldn’t be in her eyes, and as she sat down, she turned to Mary, “I wonder what old Batty Betty wants to talk to us about?”

Mary replied with a shrug, “ I don’t know, but I’ll bet it really is something important. Even though we call her Batty Betty, she is sharp as a tack. Her lectures are well planned, and she always allows time for questions.”

“And did you know, Mary,” Tammy remarked, “That underneath that gruff exterior she is really a warm person. She looks after us like a mother hen—in fact almost like a real mother. When Gwen went to her because . . .” Here Tammy whispered something in Mary’s ear.

“No, thank goodness, but she was pretty worried until when she went to see Batty. Batty talked to her and gave her some good advice. (pause) So, how was your date with Phil last night?”

Mary blushed a little and said, “It was great. He is such a great guy. I think we will be setting the date soon. Last night he wanted to . . . you know.”

Mary went on, “But we didn’t have any method for . . . , and anyhow I told him, that even if he had the hottest body on the East Coast, if he hadn’t brought some Trojans, I wasn’t going to take any chances.”

“Smart girl,” Tammy said. “So, what did you do, if you don’t mind me asking?”

Mary smiled a little, blushed a little, and said, “Well, he ‘ate me out’ as the saying goes, and I . . . I gave him a “bj.’”

“It was the first time I had given him---or anyone—a ‘bj.’ I told him I wouldn’t swallow, and he said that was OK, but I did get a taste of it, and do you know, it wasn’t half bad—sort of like cream of mushroom soup, without the mushrooms. I am half tempted if we do it again to tell him I’ll swallow it.”

All Tammy could say was “Oh!” She wondered if she would ever meet someone with whom she would want to be so intimate. Would she ever meet anyone to be her soul mate!

Just then, the Supervisor of Nurses came in and took her place at the podium. Such was her “presence” and the respect that the students had for her, she didn’t have to ask for attention, or tap on the edge of the podium. Everyone got quiet instantly.

Betty Harrison was a tall woman in her 50s. Her hair was gray, but like so many women who had never married, she had few wrinkles (except for a few laugh lines around her mouth). She was wearing a white nurse’s uniform with a watch pinned to her bosom.

“Ladies, I have asked you to come to this meeting because I have something important I must tell you—warn you about!”

Betty Harrison went on. “You all know about AIDS and you know about the dangers of having unprotected sex. You know that drug addicts can contract the disease because of sharing needles. However, there is another way AIDS can be contracted. This is especially important for health workers. AIDS can be transmitted whenever body fluids from an infected person come into contact with the body tissues of another persons. There is even a risk of AIDS being transmitted through oral sex..”

Nurse Harrison went on, “It is essential that you wear gloves whenever you are dealing with patients who may be infected. I know OR nurses wear gloves to keep from germs from going from them to the patient, but all of you must, you MUST take care to protect yourselves while you are on your rounds. I know this is essential because . . . “

The woman, who was always so calm, so strong, so full of self-confidence, stopped and bowed her head. Her fists were clenched as if she were fighting to gain self control. Then she raised her head and faced the audience, squared her shoulders, and said, “Some of you may know that I have just returned from a week’s leave of absence. What you do not know is that I have been to . . . to my . . . to my brother’s funeral.”

“My brother was a doctor at one of New York’s finest hospitals. He was treating a patient who had AIDS. No one, not even the patient, knew he had AIDS. One day while my brother was listening to the patient’s heart with his stethoscope, the patient vomited and some of it got on my brother’s arm. My brother had a tiny sore, and some of the vomit got into the sore . . . and my brother came down with AIDS, and after suffering for two years, he died. That’s why . . . “

Here Nurse Harrison did break down and wept. Everyone in the room had tears in their eyes.

“That’s why I urge you all to take every care. I don’t want to see this happen to anyone else. That’s all. You may go.”

Most of the young women filed out of the room, but Tammy and Mary and a few others went to ‘Battling Betty’ and just touched her shoulder, or held her hand for a moment. No words were spoken, and indeed, none needed to be spoken.

Just to lighten the mood, here’s a challenge to my readers. Two pieces of dialogue in this chapter were inspired by pieces of dialogue from the same “old movie.” Can anyone tell me what the two pieces of dialogue were and where they appeared in that movie?

Assistor’s observations: In the last two chapters, our esteemed author has tackled three medical diseases that are prevalent in today’s society. I wondering what disease is going appear in the next episode and which of the cousins is going to be involved. AT least this chapter didn’t make me cry (well almost) nor did it give me any warm fuzzies.. But that is the way life is. E.

I. Morning at 39 Milford Court: This was the home of Matt Fishbein and Gary Dixon, two 38 year olds who had been life-partners for about 23 years.