Companions and Pals
by: Will B
© 2008 by the Author
Ably assisted by: E Walk

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“Oh, no! I’ll be right over, Mrs. G. Bye.”

Tim looked at Linda and said, “It’s John. He’s had a heart attack, and he’s at  St. Joe’s. I’ll have to go. First I’d better call the Clerk of the Session and have him call the other elders to give them the news and cancel the Session meeting.”

John picked up his car keys and went to kiss Linda goodbye, but she forestalled him.

“I’m coming with you,” Linda said.

Chapter 7

Tim and his fiancée hurried to the hospital and joined Mrs. Glendy in the waiting room. As the time seemed to creep by, several elders of Trinity Presbyterian Church joined them. Many were silently praying.

Finally a young doctor in white scrubs came into the room. “Mrs. Glendy?” he inquired

“Yes,” she responded.

“Mrs. Glendy, I’m happy to tell you that Rev. Glendy only had a mild heart attack.”

Murmurs of ‘Thank God’ were heard throughout the room.

“I want to see him, now,” the redoubtable lady said. Mrs. Glendy was a very self assured person since she had presided over countless committee meetings and attended countless meetings of the Women’s Association.

“Yes, I know you do.  I will take you to him in a minute, but first, let me fill you in on his condition. He’s going to have to have complete bed rest for a couple of days, and when he’s able to come home, he’s going to have to take it easy . .  very easy.   No church duties for at least a month, and probably more. In fact,  it might be best if he could get completely away from the job. Is there anywhere he could go to recuperate?”

“Let me think,” said the Pastor’s wife. “Yes, we can go to stay with my son and his wife. They have been wanting us to come and visit them. We’ll have our own room, and it’s on the first floor. They do have three children, and they adore their grandfather. I am sure they will not tire him.”

“Mrs. Glendy, I think that might be the ideal solution. I think rest, not having to worry about church matters and anything more strenuous than reading a bed time story to grandchildren would be just perfect!”

“Doctor, our grandchildren are 10, 12, and 14. I think they’re past the bedtime story bit, but they do like to play ‘Scrabble,’ if that’s not too tiring, “ Mrs. Glendy said with a smile.

“I think that would work,” the young doctor said. “Now, let’s go to see your husband. I am arranging to have an extra bed put in his room so you can stay with him.”

Linda ‘stepped right up to the plate,’ as they say, and said, “Mrs. G., if you’ll give me your keys, and tell me what you want or need, I can bring them to you first thing in the morning.”

“Thank you, my dear, that would be very helpful. I’m going to stay with John now, and I’ll see you in the morning.”

As Mrs. Glendy left the room, the Clerk of Session said to Tim, “Tim, I know you’re not ordained yet, so you can’t administer the sacraments, but the other members of the session would like you to be our supply pastor while John is recovering. The people like you and know you. You know the people, and it would be reassuring to all of us, if you would fill in as much as possible.  And don’t worry, we’ll adjust your salary, accordingly.”

“That’s not important, Roger. I’m happy to do whatever . . .”

Roger Clark, the Clerk of Session, held up his hand to interrupt, “No, Tim. That’s generous of you, but first of all, the Good Book says the laborer is worthy of his hire, and second, you have to think about the future. We know you and Linda are hoping to marry some day. Take some time to think about it, and talk it over with Linda. She’s involved in this, too.”

Tim smiled, and said, “Yes, sir. I’ll do as you say.”

The crowd dispersed, and Tim and Linda went back to his apartment to discuss this change. The members of the Session went home to pray for their beloved Pastor, and Mrs. Glendy kissed her sleeping husband’s forehead, lay down on the bed provided, and was going to make a list of things she would have to do, but she felt sleep overcoming her. Her last conscious thought that evening was ‘Oh fiddle-de-dee! I can’t think about all this today, I’ll think about it tomorrow. Thank goodness tomorrow is another day.’

* * * * *

The next morning, September 3^rd, was bright and sunny. It was going to be a beautiful day. Mrs. Glendy was just getting up when Linda Fell arrived at the hospital with the clean clothes and personal things that Mrs. Glendy had asked for,

“How is he, Mrs. G.?”

“He slept through the night. The doctors came in a few minutes ago and checked his vitals.   The doctors said his vitals looked good.”

A groggy voice was heard from the bed, “Where . . .?, What . . .? Hello, Dear.  . .  and Hello, Linda.  What are you doing here . .  and where is ‘here’ anyhow? Is everything all right?”

“Everything’s fine, dear. You had a mild heart attack, but you’re in the hospital and Linda brought me some things I needed.”

“Hello, Pastor G.,” Linda said. “I have to go, but you be good now, and do what the doctors tell you.” She kissed him on the cheek, and hugged Mrs. G. and left.

* * * * *

Meanwhile on Milford Avenue, Big Al and Big Steve were lying in bed. Steve was spooning Al, and letting his hand trace circles on his lover’s stomach. Those circles were getting lower and lower and they finally reached Al’s treasure trail, and they went still lower . . .  and lower . . .  and lower.

“Ummmm, don’t stop, Steve. That feels so good.”

Steve raised himself up on one arm and kissed Al in the tip of his ear. “My love, spooning with you feels so good, but I was wondering,  . . . “

“What’s that? What were you wondering, you ‘dirty old man’ you?”

“Please, Al, I am not a dirty old man . .  dirty middle aged man, if you must, but I prefer the more politically correct term of ‘sexy senior citizen,’ if you please.”

“Whatever, my sexy Steve, but what were you were wondering?”

“Oh, I just thought maybe you could turn over and we could do a little ‘sword play’ and see what else might develop! Hmmmm?”

“You dog, you! We both know that if we start “sword play’ we’ll both develop what the young folks call ‘raging hard ns,’ and then we’ll have to find some place to sheathe our swords.”

“I know, my sweet Al. That’s why I suggested it, Now . . .  heh heh heh! My proud beauty, your mouth or mine?”

Al was quick on the draw this morning. “Uhhhh! How about your sweet cheeks or mine?” Hah hah hah!

Loving, laughing, kissing, fondly fondling, greedily and groping, the two men moved into one of the positions favored by lovers who want to climax together – the ‘soixante-neuf,’ or ‘sixty-nine,’ or ‘you suck mine while I suck yours’ position.

Tongues titillated the horny helmets of their oh-so-eager partners. Lips savored the sweet precum that appeared at the openings of luscious love-holes. Mouths enveloped the engorged man-meat, tongues sought the tender undersides of tumescent tools.

Not to put too fine a point on it, Al and Steve licked each other’s dick, played with each other’s prick, and sucked each other’s cock until ….

Until . . .

UNTIL …

Gushing geysers of creamy ejaculate coated the throats, the lips and the face of each man.

* * * *

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* * * *

“Oh, wow. Oh WOW! My love! After all these years each time seems better than the last,” Steve said to his lover.

“I think it’s because even after all these years, our love for each other is still growing,” Al said, smiling at his wonderful Steve.

Al grew serious. “You know, Steve, we’re not getting any younger, and as much as I hate to say it, there may come a day when … when there might not be as much spunk.”

“I know, Al. I’ve thought about that too. And I feel that when that day comes, we will still have each other to spoon with, to cuddle with, and just…. Well, just to be with each other.”

“You’re right, Steve. We will still have each other… and that’s why I think the plans we’ve been making are good ones,” Al said, pulling his partner into a close hug.

“Are we still having the family come to a weekend at the Cabin so we can tell them our plan?” Steve wanted to know.

“Yeah. I think it best if we tell them all at the same time. That way we can answer all questions at once, and there won’t be a lot of speculating between those who’ve heard and those who haven’t heard yet.”

“Good plan, as always,” said Steve. “And now, my horny honey, I think there are some remains of our love feast that we need to clean up. Heh heh heh!”

“Licking up your elixir of euphoria before it completely dries is a good plan, too. Come here,” Al said.

* * * * *

It was morning in Bolton Hill at Richard and Troy’s house. Richard and Troy had gone to work, and Bill and Bob were home alone—just the two of them, home and horny, and feeling great!

“Uncle Richard and Uncle Troy told me last night they would have to go to work early, and they left me some money so we could go and eat out,” Bill said.

“Hmmmmm. I’d like to eat out,” Bob replied with a leer on his face.

“Where would you like to go, bro’” Bill asked?

“Hah hah hah. How can you ask where I want to go, Brother mine, when you are lying there on the settee with your handsome, hot horny body just calling to me, and saying, ‘Eat me! Eat me!’”

“Moi? You want to eat ‘moi,’ poor little ‘moi’? Why, my sexy, stiffy stud, what do I have to tempt you?” Bill asked, thinking that he would love to hear what Bob would have to say.

Bill was reclining on the couch, his handsome smooth muscular body in full display mood. His organ of pleasure lay flaccid, to one side of his handsome, delectable torso.

“Ahhh! I think I’ll start by licking and nipping at those two purple-brownish plums on your chest. I’ll have to pinch them to make sure they’re fresh, and then I’ll delicately, oh so delicately, swirl my tongue over them both. I may give them each a nip, and then I’ll suck on them for a little.”

Bill gave a little sigh of pleasure, and his organ moved a little.

“I’ll move my tongue to exploring your pits and then continue licking and kissing my way from your chest down, across your abdomen. I may drill for nectar in your belly button. My tongue likes to explore unknown places, heh heh heh!” Bob said.

Bill’s organ began to stir and poke its head up as if it were ready to rise to whatever the occasion might be.

“I plan to bury my nose in your lovely hairy bush, and take in the male smell that comes  from there,” Bob added. His own most precious body part was undulating from side to side, like a snake seeking its prey.

“Then I’m gonna savor your luscious ‘frankfurter’ and the two ‘baked potatoes’ that come with it. I’m gonna get every last bit of flavor out of it!”

Bill was moaning in anticipation of the feast he was going to provide for his brother, his love.

“Finally, my delectable sweet, I’m gonna cup those two firm round melons in my hand, and investigate the opening to that tunnel of love, and then I’m . . . .”

Bill could stand it no more… “Bob, will you just shut the hell up and just do it. Do it right now before I cum before I want to.  Do me any way you want, but JUST DO IT!”

And so … Bob did.

To be concluded...

Feedback always welcome:     

Author’s comment: Sometimes talk is just not necessary!

Encouragers comments:  We need to get Pastor Glendy well and healthy.  What is it that Al and Steve have that they need to tell everyone?  I hope someone isn’t  ill.  Oh to be young Bob and Bill.  I hope they don’t wear each other out.

Posted: 10/24/08