Friends' All
by: Will B
(Copyright 2007 by the Author)

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From Chapter 8: Gary and Matt go into the lawn care business.  Sarah is reunited with her brother before he dies.  Jake and Sarah come to an understanding.  Gary realizes he has feelings for Matt.

Chapter 9

Matt and Gary wake up.

Matt woke to sounds of people moving around downstairs, Tom and Joan saying goodbye to each other, doors shutting, and two cars driving away.

He looked at the clock and saw it was 8:30.  He felt a pressing need to get up and go to the bathroom, so he stripped, took his shaving kit and went to the bathroom, where he took care of his morning needs, shaved and took a shower. 

Wrapping a towel around his waist, he came out of the bathroom just as Gary came out of his bedroom with a towel wrapped around his waist.

“Morning, Matt.  Did you sleep well?” Gary asked.

“Sure did, your guest room is very comfortable,” Matt replied (but thought to himself, I wish you had been there with me).

“Good,” said Gary.  “Mom said she would be back about 12:00 and would drive you home, if you don’t mind waiting.  I’m gonna shower and shave and after I dress I’ll fix us some breakfast.”

“Sounds good,” said Matt.

The two boys, naked except for their towels, passed each other in the hall.  Matt had a sudden impulse.  Whipping off his towel, he turned around and flicked his towel at Gary’s butt.  This caused Gary’s towel to come loose, and he also turned around.

The two teens stood facing each other in all their glory. 

After a few seconds, Gary said, laughing, “Well, I guess we’ve seen the best and worst of each other.”

“Yup,” said Matt with a chuckle.  “Or that’s the long and short of it!”

Suddenly the laughter stopped.  Matt looked at Gary with a questioning look on his face; Gary looked at Matt, and then stepped forward and dropped to his knees.

Gary said, “Matt, I .  .  .  .”  And gently almost reverently, he puckered his lips and kissed Matt’s helmet.  He let his tongue slide over Matt’s urethra.

Matt arched his back, closed his eyes, and said, “Gary, I .  .  .  .  Oooohhhh, aaahhhhh, wonderful.”

Gary opened his lips a little wider and took in Matt’s whole shaft, licking the underside of Matt’s shaft with his tongue.

Matt gave himself up to the wonderful sensation of Gary’s lips and tongue on his organ.

Gary reveled in the odor of Matt’s pubic hair.  He released Matt’s organ and began to lave Matt’s balls.

Matt moaned in ecstatic pleasure.

So intent was Gary on giving Matt pleasure he was not aware at first of his own cock becoming steel hard and leaking precum.

Gary returned to Matt’s male member and began to suck harder.  Matt gently held Gary’s head stationary, and moved his hips back and forth pumping his engorged cock into Gary’s mouth.

Gary was lost in his own fog of lust and love when he heard Matt say, “Gary, I’m cumming, I’m .  .  .  “

Gary kept his mouth open and it was soon filled with burst after burst of Matt’s semen.

When he had recovered, Matt reached down and raised Gary to his feet. 

“Matt, I’ve wanted to do that almost from the time we first met,” Gary said.

“I have news for you, Gary Dixon, Don’t ever think you can do that to me and get away with it.  Come here.”

Matt pulled Gary into a close embrace, and kissed him on the mouth, forcing his tongue into Gary’s orifice, tasting his own man juice.

Matt then led Gary into the guest room and gently pushed Gary down on the bed, face up.

“Spread your legs a little, Gary,” said Matt.

Gary did so, and Matt knelt between Gary’s legs, which were covered with a very fine hair.  Matt licked Gary’s legs slowly, first the left one and then the right one.

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Slowly he moved his tongue and mouth up the legs, licking and kissing, and sucking the fine hairs.  It was now Gary’s turn to close his eyes and revel in the pleasure Matt was giving him.

Matt’s mouth was now up to Gary’s upper thighs.  The hair was a little darker and coarser, but Matt kept on kissing, licking, and sucking.

Matt reached Gary’s ball sack, and licked the entire scrotum, and then took each of Gary’s testicles, one at a time, into his mouth, rolling it between his tongue and his lips. 

Gary was now writhing in pleasure, and Matt moved his mouth still higher, and took Gary’s rigid rod into his mouth and caressed it lovingly, tenderly with his tongue.  Gary was now bucking his hips up and down, forcing his cock in and out of Matt’s mouth.

“Matt, I’m about to .  .  .  .,” Gary said.

“Shoot, Gary, shoot your load.  I want to taste your seed!” Matt mumbled, just as volley after volley of steamy teenboy cum coated the inside of Matt’s mouth, and ran down his throat.

Their passion spent, the two boys lay, Matt on top of Gary, flaccid dick pressed against flaccid dick, gazing into each other’s eyes.

“Matt, I think I love you,” Gary said. 

“I feel the same way,” Matt said (and thought to himself, I hope Gary never finds out how I sold my body while hitchhiking from Chicago.  He probably wouldn’t want to have anything to do with a boy whore).

The two young men lay in each other’s arms. Then Gary kissed Matt and said “I guess we’d better get up and get dressed.  While you shower again, I think I’d better take these sheets down and out them in the washing machine.”

“What? Why?” said Matt?  He looked at the sheets and grinned, and said, “Yeah, my love, I think maybe you’d better.”

* * * * *

Gary and his Mom discuss some household duties.

Joan came home about 12:00 and said “Hello, Matt, did Gary fix you a nice breakfast?”

“Yes, ma’am.  He sure did.”

“I put the sheets from the guest room in the washing machine,” said Gary.

Joan looked at Gary, and said, “Oh, why? OH! All right, Gary.  That was nice of you.  As a matter of fact, I’m gonna put some more sheets in the washer, and then I’ll fix lunch, and then we’ll take Matt home.”

Gary looked at his Mom and said, “Mom, I thought you just chan.  .  .  .oh.  OH!  Ok, sure, Mom.” He had a grin on his face that only Matt saw.

* * * * *

Sarah and Jake read Hans’ Journal.

Sarah and Jake had gotten up and gotten dressed for the day. After breakfast, Sarah said “I want to read Hans’ Journal, and Jake, I would like you beside me.  We can read it together.”

“Of course, Sarah, my dear. .  .  .  my dearest.”

The journal was written in a mixture of Dutch and Hebrew, but we will present it here in Standard English for the sake of our readers.

“My dear Sadie-Sis, I am writing this so you will know what happened to me after I was taken away by the Nazis.  I do not know if we will ever meet again, because I have developed consumption, what the Americans call tuberculosis.

I will not tell you how I was abused by my captors, but after they had tormented me for several days, they put me on a truck with other Dutch prisoners to be taken to a prison camp.  We were guarded by two guards, one of them not much older than myself.  His name was Pieter Wagner.

Somehow Pieter and I became friendly, perhaps because he and I were alike in some ways.  He would sometimes slip me ad extra portion of food, but he could only do this if the other prisoners could not see us.  He risked his life to help me.  However he might have treated other Jewish prisoners, he was good to me, and even saved my life.

One night the truck broke down and we were all ordered out to stand in a field while the truck was being fixed.  We were standing by a river.  It was cold! Pieter whispered to me to follow  him behind a tree.  One or two prisoners looked at us in disgust, I guess they thought we were going to engage in some sex.

Anyhow Pieter put some coins in my hand, and said, ‘Hans, I want you to knock me down.  Knock me out if you can, and then get in the river and wade or swim downstream until you come to a village.  You must do this, or you will die in the camp.’ With that he kissed me, and made me swing as hard as I could.  He fell down with a groan, and I made my escape.

I heard him call to the other guard that I had knocked him down and then waded into the river upstream, to throw the other guards who had gathered around off the scent.  I heard one or two of my fellow prisoners, who realized what had really happened, tell the guards that they had heard me splashing upstream.

By the mercy of the Good God, I made my way to a farm where I spent the night in a barn, cold, shivering, and miserable, but free! I stayed there for several days and nights, without food or warmth, and I think it was during that time that I contracted tuberculosis, or maybe my lungs were just weakened by exposure so that I was more susceptible when I did come down with it.”

Sarah had to stop reading while she composed herself.  Jake just held her tightly, and kissed the top of her head.  Finally she was able to continue reading.

“Later I was befriended by some people, who hid me, fed me, and got me some warm clothes.  I joined the Dutch Resistance movement and for the rest of the war I did my part to fight the Nazis.

When the war was over I returned to our village.  I learned that our Papa had died, but no one knew what had happened to you.  I started a small business, which grew to a larger one, and I was able to save some money, which I out into a bank account with your name on it,

One day I learned that some former Nazi soldiers had been arrested and were going to be put on trial in a nearby town.  I decided to go to the trial because I wanted to see those bastards get what was coming to them.  I hoped they would be hanged.  To my shock, surprise, and joy, one of the prisoners was Pieter Wagner.

He looked like he was near death. I went to the Judge and told him how Pieter had risked his life to let me get away from the Nazis.  Io pleaded that his life would be spared.  I said I would take him to my home and care for him in his last days.  The Judge was a humane man, and after consulting with some other officials, he released Pieter to my custody.  Pieter was officially under ‘house arrest,’ but we all knew he was so sick, he would never try to leave my home.

I took care of Pieter and made him as comfortable as I could, but a few weeks later, he died in my arms, calling on the Lord to bless me for his kindness to him.  Kindness! It was the least I could do for the man who saved my life!

The years went on, and my business prospered, but I found myself growing more and more tired, and one day I coughed up blood! I went to the doctor and after some tests he told me I had consumption, or tuberculosis, and it was so advanced that he could not promise that I would ever be cured.

I began to put my affairs in order.  I made a will leaving everything to you if you could be found, and if not, what money I had was to be divided among several agencies that were attempting to  trace survivors of the Holocaust and reunite them with their families.

One day an American came into my office.  He asked if I were the Hans Kahn who had once been taken by the Nazis.  He asked if I had had a sister Sarah.  My heart was beating faster, I said ‘yes, I did have a sister Sarah, but I didn’t know where she was.’ He told me that an army buddy of his, a Dr. Gabriel Schultz, had married a Sarah Kahn whom he had met when a prison camp had been liberated by the American army.  His friend had taken his wife to the United States, to a city called Baltimore.

I raised my hands to the heavens, and said, ‘blessed be the name of the Lord! Thank you God for allowing me to find my sister.’ The visitor bowed his head and said ‘Amen!’ I made plans to sell my business.  I had my will redone to identify you as ‘my sister Sarah, believed to be Sarah Kahn Schultz, at one time residing in the city of Baltimore, Maryland, United States of America.  Then I made plans to come to Baltimore.

My dear sister, if we do not meet, I want you to know that you have always been in my heart, and I hope that you will find a peaceful happy life.  (Signed) your loving brother Hans.”

Sarah broke down again, and sobbed.  Jake also had tears in his eyes, and he just held Sarah tightly.

“Sarah, I must . . . I must tell you how much . . .  how much you have come to mean to me.  I love you.  I want to make you my wife so I can cherish you as I long to,” Jake asked.

“Jake, I love you too.  Yes, my dear.  Yes! YES!” Sarah said joyfully.  “But .  .  .  what about Matt?”

“Sarah, I would be happy to be a foster father, a friend to Matt.  If in time he comes to call me Papa, or Pops, or Dad, or even just plain Jake, that will be fine with me.”

“And can you put up with my stubborn ways,” Sarah asked with a smile.

“Why, Sarah, I’m marrying you because of your stubborn ways.  For so long I have been so lonely, lonely.”

Sarah looked at Jake, put her hand in his, and said, “Not lonely now, I hope!”

* * * * *

About 12:30 a car pulled up in front of the house, Joan, Matt, and Gary got out and came to the door and came through the front door. “Anybody home?” Matt called. 

“We’re in here,” Sarah called.

The three went into the room where Sarah and Jake were sitting. Joan took one look at Sarah and Jake and thought ‘I knew I was going to have to buy a new dress.’

Matt and Gary didn’t’ notice anything at first. 

”Hi.  Mom, hi Jake,” Matt asked.  “What happened at the hospital?”

Sarah told the three to sit down and she recounted the events of the night before, but not all of the events, of course. 

“Oh, Mom, I’m so sorry your brother died, but I’m glad you had a chance to be with him,” Matt said, and gave Sarah a hug.

“Matt, you are my son, and you should know something of my family’s history.  I will let you two talk, while Joan comes out in the kitchen and talks to Jake and me while I fix us some lunch.”

“We’ve had lunch, Sarah, but I’ll come out and chat,” said Joan.

“I have a little work to do in my room, ladies.  I took the day off, but there are some things I want to do.  I’ll be back in a little while,” Jake said. 

Sarah and Joan went into the kitchen.  Joan looked at Sarah quizzically, and Sarah said, with a blush, “Yes, Joan, I see that nothing gets by you.  You may ‘wish me happy’ as they used to say.”

“Oh, Sarah, I do wish you and Jake very happy.  Have you set the date yet?  Will you have the wedding in a synagogue or in the court house?”

Sarah thought for a few minutes.

“Joan, I think it will be a small wedding, but we will invite Pete and Joe, and Steve and Al, and of course you and Tom and Gary.  I think it will be soon.  Jake and I are not getting any younger, and we want to make a home for each other and for Matt.”

Joan began to sniffle.  “I’m so happy for you two, and for Matt.  He’s had a hard life I think before he came to live with you and he’s a good boy.  I’m glad he and Gary .  .  .  “

Joan stopped, not quite sure what she wanted to say.

Sarah smiled at her.  “It’s all right.  I think I know what you are trying to tell me.  My brother was taken by the Nazis because he was ‘different.’ I knew he was ‘that way,’ but I loved him just the same.  If those two young men.  .  .   . have feelings for each other, there is nothing we can do, except accept them.  I believe the Good God makes us as we are and there is nothing to be done but to accept them and show our love.”

“Sarah, Tom and I talked about this last night, and we feel the same way you do.  Does Jake .  .  .  ?”

“I’m not sure if he knows, but he told me that he wanted to be like a father, or foster father, or even just a friend to Matt.  Jake is not filled with hate like some people in this world.”

Jake came into the kitchen just then and heard the last remarks of Sarah. 

“Yes, Sarah, and Joan, I am taking Sarah—just as she is—for my wife.  She is taking me—just as I am—for her husband.  I am willing to take Matt—just as he is—for my son, my foster son, or friend.  I had a son.  He was a little older than Matt.  He died young, but he was honest and brave and loving, and I see many of those same qualities in Matt.”

The three were silent for a few minutes.

Jake went to the door and called Matt and Gary into the kitchen.  When the two boys came in, it was obvious that they had been deeply moved by what Sarah had told them. .

“Matt, I have something to ask you.”

“Sure, Jake, what is it?”

“I have asked Sarah to be my wife, and I was wondering, I was hoping, that you would be willing to accept me as a foster father, or at least as a friend.”

“Congratulations, Jake.  I know you will be good to my Mom.  Welcome to the family.”

Matt started to shake Jake’s hand, but stopped. 

Jake looked at Matt, Matt looked at Jake.  They both smiled, and Matt gave Jake a hug, and Jake hugged him back.

Sarah came to a sudden decision. ”Matt, I am not sure where we will be married, and it will probably be a small wedding, but would you do me the honor of escorting me down the aisle?”

“You bet, Mom, and maybe the “Dufus Duo” will provide some entertainment if you have any kind of party after the wedding.”

“You can bet there will be a party, Matt,” said Joan, “Because Tom and I are going to arrange it.”

To be continued.

Feedback always welcome:        As usual thanks to DD and E for their excellent suggestions (and proofreading).

Author’s Note:

Thanks as always to my gimlet-eyed reviewers. Readers, I think we should all send a note of congratulations tour web-master. He has brought tickietories to the number 1 spot, again.

Posted: 09/07/07