By: Gerry Young

[To DREW in Yorkshire, England, my LOVE for his continued inspiration, encouragement, ceaseless instructions over my hardheadedness, and his determination to help me make this the best that I think it can be, even though I may not have followed all his suggestions to the letter.]

CHAPTER THREE

[This chapter is totally new and has never been posted before.]

Time passed.  The year was 1952, three years since Gerry’s discharge from the U.S. Navy, and from the date of his newest employment.

Mariner’s Hospital continued to grow and expand.  An attached, but separate, surgical wing had been built and included not one, but two Surgical Arenas, where, on the second floor, authorized personnel could observe, aseptically (with no contamination, viral or otherwise), through glass, the operating procedures being performed below.

It was hoped that someday in the foreseeable future, the hospital would become Mariner’s Medical Center and Research Facility – a far cry from the original Mariner’s Bayside Clinic, to say the very least.

The expansion and growth had necessitated a sizable increase in Staff.  In addition to other positions, there were eight new Surgical Nurses, making for a total of ten, including Tom and Gerry.  The term ‘Surgical Technician’ was coming into a more common acceptance for the male counterparts to the same Surgical Nurses at other hospitals.

Each week for nearly a year, on one of his days off, Gerry had gone in for counseling with either Dr. Sasha Cohen (for his physical strengthening and rehabilitation sessions) or Dr. Sananda Kumar (for his psychological and self-esteem sessions).  At the end of that year’s time, everyone was pleased with his progress.

Everyone, that is, except for Tom.

His and Gerry’s personal relationship had grown and expanded as well.  No longer did they have separate bedrooms, for Gerry was spending every night in Tom’s bed.  Never did a day go by, but that they verbally expressed their love for each other, and their lovemaking had progressed to include nearly everything that lovers share … NEARLY everything!

Even after all of his counseling, Gerry still could neither give nor receive those pleasures which centered around the primary object of his rape – those pleasures which Tom so desperately wanted and needed, as evidenced by his playful innuendoes, his little touches around Gerry’s ‘forbidden zone’, and his erotic moans once he had talked Gerry into ‘fingering’ him while they 69’d.   His love for Gerry would allow for nothing to be forced, but he had grown content and complaisant with their sex-life.

Dr. Bzuzu had invited several of the Staff to a late afternoon cookout on Labor Day at his home in Sausalito, a quaint, hillside artist colony, just across the Golden Gate Bridge in Marin County from The City.  Among those attending were Yong Kim, Haraku (‘Harry’) Redfeather (an in-house pharmacist – surprise, surprise!), Gerry, Tom, and eight other friends of the doctor’s.

Seventy- to ninety-foot eucalyptus trees abounded like a dense forest, and surrounded the house on the steep hillside.  So steep, in fact, that those trees immediately downhill from the foundation of the rear of the house barely reached the cantilevered garden-patio-deck.  And so dense were the trees, that not a single window-covering was required anywhere to keep out prying eyes.

‘Dr. B’, as most of his friends referred to the good doctor, busied himself as

host, talking to everyone, and making sure that no one lacked for anything.  Harry Redfeather tended the fires in the portable grill and did most of the cooking.

The view from the rear deck was spectacular.  It overlooked not only the picturesque central business area of the village with its scores of art galleries and restaurants, but also the San Francisco Bay, the Oakland Bay Bridge, Alcatraz Island, and all the little communities spotted around the north-shore of the Bay.  The only thing that seemed to be missing was the romantic vista of an ocean sunset -- the hills in front of the house blocked that particular view to the west.

Everyone had brought his own favorite libation, and by the time they had all had their fill of hot dogs and hamburgers, a few were beginning to feel no pain.

Yong Kim took it upon himself to act as ‘house-boy’ by clearing the tables and trash, and it seemed to Gerry that Kim and Dr. B and Harry were the only ‘single’ guys at the gathering;  everyone else seemed to be paired with someone else.

After his ‘bus-boy’ duties, Kim started lighting the Tiki torches that were permanently affixed to the railing posts.

As the late afternoon shadows settled over Sausalito, Tom and Gerry were standing at the railing of the deck, sipping their soft drinks and taking in the beauty of the vista before them.  The eastern shore of the Bay and many of the small sailing craft were still in full sunlight. 

“Enjoying the view?” Dr. B asked, as he walked up behind them and draped a long arm over both their shoulders.

“Yes,” they answered together.  “It’s beautiful over here,” remarked Gerry.  “Seems like another world,” Tom commented at the same time.

“You guys’ll have to come over more often, now that you know where we live,” the doctor said.

“We?” they both asked as one voice, looking back and up at the giant of a man.

He just smiled.  “You didn’t know?”

“Know what?” they again asked in unison.

From behind the form of the good doctor, an arm and hand pointed to the armless lounge to Tom’s right, and said, “Stretch out, lover.  You’ve been on your feet all afternoon.”

“So have you, my two-spirited warrior;  so have you,” Dr. B said, turning around and obviously kissing whomever it was who had been behind him.  Then, as he sat on the lounge, lay back, and extended his legs and feet ‘way beyond the end of it, his notorious manhood was more-than-ever evident through the soft, clingy, dark-gray fleecy material of his leisure-pants.

Gerry’s eyes had instantly been drawn to the sight, and he gulped.  Then he and Tom recognized Redfeather.

Surprised, Tom asked, “So, you two are …?”

“For seven years – seven glorious, ass-splitting years,” Harry replied, nodding his head as he straddled his lover and sat on that notorious black horse-cock-of-a-bulge.  He wiggled his hips and leaned forward to give Dr. B a very passionate kiss.

Gerry gulped again, and in a rather soft voice said, “I would never have guessed.”

“Harry!”  Dr. B scolded, with a quick glance and a nod toward Gerry and then back to Redfeather.

A moment’s hesitation and Harry jerked his head toward Gerry and said, “Oh, I’m so sorry.  I didn’t mean to say anything that…”

“It’s all right, Harry,” Gerry interrupted, “no harm done.  It just suddenly brought back some memories.”

“Memories of … uhhh … Maine … was it?”

Gerry nodded.  “Yes, I guess Dr. B told you what happened before I came to Mariner’s?”

“Yes, Gerry,” Dr. B cut in;  “I did tell him about that, but only because we’re lovers and we share everything.  It’s probably considered unprofessional, what I did, but I want you to know that I don’t go around telling everyone personal information about other Staff members or patients.”

“I know, Dr. B;  I know.  It’s only right that you’d share with Harry.  I tell Tom things I wouldn’t tell another living soul.  Lovers should share…”  he looked at Tom before he finished what he was saying, “…everything.”  He put his arm around Tom’s waist and drew him closer.  Tom kissed him on the cheek.  “But there’s still something that I can’t…” he stopped in mid-sentence.  “But this is a party, and we shouldn’t talk shop.”

“That might be true, Gerry,” Dr. B commented, “but we all need reinforcement at times.  What you went through is horrendous for any man … or  woman, as far as that goes!  You’ve made great headway in your recovery.  You’ll never forget it ... or, should I say … you’ll never forget what your doctor in Maine told you, since you still have no memory of the … the experience … itself.”

“Hey ‘Big Dick’,” one of Dr. Bs’ friends called out, “when do the fireworks begin?”

He looked at his wristwatch and called back, “Shouldn’t be much longer now … probably within the half-hour.”

“Did that guy just mention fireworks, Dr. B?” Gerry asked.  “I’ve never seen fireworks except on the 4^th of July.”

“Yeah.  Me, too,” Tom added.  “I didn’t see them last year, or any other Labor Day that I can remember.”

“Well, from what I hear, guys,” Dr. B began answering, “some rich guy up in Muir Woods arranged with the city of Oakland, to pay for and put on a fireworks display tonight, in honor of all the laborers and workers who keep this great country of ours rolling.”  He gave a sardonic chuckle before he said, “Too bad he doesn’t just increase his employees’ salaries!”

“Right!” Tom and Gerry said together.

“Uhhh … Dr. B … Did that guy also just call you, ‘Big Dick’?” Gerry asked, with a chuckle that quickly became full, hearty laughter.

“Yeah,” Dr. B answered, also chuckling.

“Ain’t nuttin’ little about it,” Harry grinned, wiggling his butt against the monster beneath him.  “Ummmmmmm, feels so good, baby, he said to his lover, and planted a sloppy kiss on his lips.

As Harry leaned forward, Gerry noticed the humongous outline of the head of Dr. Bs’ cock extending behind Harry’s butt, and his laughter stopped.

“What were you laughing at, Ger?” Tom asked, avoiding Gerry’s sudden serious turn.

As he turned his attention to Tom, Gerry started laughing again.  Then he pointed to the guest and said, “When that guy over there called Dr. B ‘Big Dick’, I suddenly remembered Ginger Rogers’ movie, Tom, Dick and Harry … what was it? … 1941, I think … and then I realized that right here…” his laughter became uncontrollable, “… right here …” he looked and pointed at the three men around him, “… we have … Tom … ‘Big Dick’ … and Harry!” 

At that, all four were laughing uproariously.

Soon, the laughter died down, and looking around at the three, Tom said, “I need another drink;  can I get anything for anyone?”

“No, no.  Allow me,” Harry said, rising from Dr. B’s crotch.  “That’s my job.  Another Wine Cooler … ‘Big Dick’?” he asked devilishly.

“Sure, my little pip-squeak,” the reclining doctor replied with a loving, but exaggerated, mock grin.  Perhaps unconsciously, he was slowly rubbing the fleece covered ‘tree-trunk’ lying against his left thigh.  But then again, maybe he’d had just enough to drink not to care who saw him fondling himself.

“While I go get the drinks,” Harry said, “why don’tcha come over here, Gerry, straddle ‘Big Dick’, and keep him warm like I was doing, till I get back?”

Gerry’s eyes grew larger.  “Oh, no;  I couldn’t;  no, no, no, no.”  He quickly looked to Tom, begging for support.”

“Tom?” Harry asked, gesturing toward his lover’s lap.

Tom shook his head and looked into Gerry’s eyes.  After a second, he smiled, slowly nodded his head, and said, “Ger … Luv … go ahead.  You do it.  It’s all right.  Believe me.”

Dr. B had a slight grin on his face as he looked back and forth between the three men standing near him.

“What?  Why?”  Gerry asked with fright and misgivings written all over his face.

“I think it’d be good for you, Babe.”

“Good for me?”

“Sure.  We’re all friends here;  nobody’s gonna force you to do anything, Ger;  he’s got his clothes on,” Tom gestured toward the doctor;  “you’ve got your clothes on, and…”

“And…” Dr. B took over, “just think of it as part of your therapy, which, by the way, you haven’t had any for the past two years.”

“Therapy?” Gerry asked.  He wanted to scream.  He wanted to run.  But he also didn’t want to cause a scene in front of the other guests.

“Yes, therapy,” Dr. B replied.  He motioned for Harry to go get the drinks, and then returned his attention to Gerry.  In a fatherly sort of way, his voice was calm, soothing, and compassionate as he continued.  “It’s been … what? … Three years since … since you came to Mariner’s?”

Gerry nodded his head as he felt Tom snuggle against his back and wrap his arms around his waist and put his chin on Gerry’s shoulder, their stubbly cheeks against each other’s.  Gerry felt protected within his lover’s embrace.

Dr. B extended his hand toward him.  “Come’ere, Gerry.”  He patted his lap.  “I’m not going to hurt you.  Come on.”

Gerry looked to Tom.

“Go on, Babe.  I’m right here.  I won’t let anything hurtcha.”

Gerry swallowed.  He looked at the doctor.  He glanced around the patio and then back to Dr. B.  Trying to avoid what he felt was inevitable, he asked, “Right here … in front of all your guests?”

“We’re all one great big, happy family, here, Gerry.  Just take a look at the others.”

One couple was standing with their backs to the railing, watching everyone else.  Another couple was stretched out on a lounge, wrapped in an intimate hug, one on top of the other, grinding their clothed bodies together.  Still another pair was lip-locked together, their hands roaming everywhere.  And in the darkest part of the patio, he saw the fourth couple, also on a lounge, but it looked as if the one on top was giving the other a blowjob!

Gerry couldn’t believe what he was seeing!

“It’s all right, Gerry,” Dr. B said.  “We’re all friends here.  And what goes on here – stays here.”

Tom nudged Gerry forward.  “I’m right behind ya, Babe.  It’s all right.”

“Great idea, Tom!  Come on, both of you – straddle and sit!  I can handle it.”  He grinned.

“You sure, Tom?” Gerry asked.

“Yes,” Tom whispered in his ear as he kissed Gerry on the cheek.

Oh, Michael … where are you when I need you? he mentally called out.  I’m always with you, he thought he heard inside his head.

Hesitantly … Gerry allowed himself to be guided to … to what?  His … his Destiny?  Together, he and Tom straddled the doctor and slowly lowered their butts onto his lap.  Immediately, the monster beneath them flexed, and as Gerry tried to jump up, Tom tightened his hug and refused to let Gerry escape.  At the same time, Gerry heard Tom moan, “Ummmmm.”

Gerry’s breathing was becoming more and more rapid.  “Take a deep breath, Babe,” Tom spoke to him just above a whisper.  Feeling the response he wanted, he continued, slowly rocking them both.  Back and forth;  back and forth.  “Now close your eyes and relax;  just relaaax.  Relaaaaax.  Let all the stress go, and lean back against me.  Let meee take care of keeping youuu saaafe.”  Again, he felt Gerry following his soft, hypnotic-like suggestions. 

Dr. B had no doubt heard everything Tom was saying;  with Gerry between them, he and Tom had constantly been looking into each other’s eyes, and the doctor was smiling and nodded approval.

Gerry could feel Dr. B occasionally flex his phallic muscles, but he felt safe in Tom’s arms, safe with the three of them being clothed, and safe in the company of friends.  No longer did he try to jump up and run.

Tom loosened his hug, and began softly, slowly to rub and massage Gerry’s stomach and lower abdominal area.  Then his warm hands moved down the outsides, over the legs, up the insides, down again, and back up Gerry’s thighs.

Softly, slowly, Dr. B slid his hands up under Gerry’s shirt and soon was ministering the same soothing, calming, yet, somehow, stimulating sensations to Gerry’s chest, to his pecs, and especially to his growing, protruding, hardening nipples.

Gerry held his breath as he leaned back harder against his lover’s chest.  At the same time, he gently thrust his hips toward Tom’s hands, resting at the tops of Gerry’s thighs.  His eyes still closed, he pulled his hips back and thrust again.  “Ahhhhhhh,” he moaned aloud, releasing his held breath, almost completely submerged into the heated ocean of passion … almost!

But his body was being flooded with sensual stimuli.  He felt another and then another flex from the doctor.  He felt Tom cup and lightly squeeze his briefs-and-trouser-covered cock and balls, causing Gerry, himself, to flex into Tom’s hands.  “Ummmmmmm,” Gerry moaned, feeling another flexing movement beneath his ass.  And tingling sensations in his nipples as he’d never felt before.  He also felt Tom press his own hard member into his lower back.  Again and again.  And another flex beneath him.  And then yet another.  And all the while – fully clothed!

“What have we here?” Harry asked, returning with a round of Coca-Colas for Tom and Gerry, and Wine Coolers for ‘Big Dick’ and himself.  “This looks like fun!  Now, where do I fit in?”

Darkness had descended over the entire Basin area, and with it came a whistling noise followed immediately by an explosive flash of tiny red, white, and blue ‘fire flies’ reflected from on high by the shimmering black surface of San Francisco Bay.  The fire-works had begun!

Tom and Gerry disentangled themselves from Dr. B’s crotch, not trying at all to hide their fully tented pants.  Kim scurried around extinguishing the Tiki torches, leaving the deck in only the diffused light coming through the windows of the living room.

Harry and the other three stood at the railing, sipping their drinks and enjoying the fiery spectacle.  Soon Kim joined the merry foursome, and Harry and Dr. B pulled him in between them.

Gerry then noticed that Harry and Dr. B kissed him on his cheeks, and Dr. B said, “Thanks, Babe, for all your hard work tonight.”  Kim kissed them back.

As the sparks of ‘fire flies’ slowly drifted toward the water, the other guests quickly gathered at the railing.  Some were standing crotch to butt with arms wrapped around the one in front.  Others were merely holding hands or had their arms across each other’s shoulders.  Ooo’s and ahhh’s typically followed each new dazzling burst of light!

In the pale light cast from the living room, Gerry also saw that Harry’s hand slid inside the back of Kim’s rather tight short-shorts.  And it stayed there … and was soon joined by Dr. B’s hand!

Eventually, of course, the fireworks finished with a grand, thunderous finale.

In a loud voice, Dr. B announced to all his guests, “Gentlemen … and ‘ladies’ …” (Everyone chuckled at that!)  “It’s time for the fun to begin!  With all those stimulating, titillating, cum-shot cli-mac-tic explosions we’ve just witnessed … I’m game for anything!  You’re probably all witnesses to the rising evidence you can see right here!”  He slid both hands along the full length of his obviously enlarged huge sex tool.  Applause, wolf-whistles, and loud, vulgar shouts followed.  “And now, if you will all please follow me inside and then down to the playroom … I’ll just say … ‘Riders!  To your mounts!  Let the games begin!’”  More boisterous response came from the guests.

“The ‘playroom’?  Riders?  Mounts?” Gerry asked, turning to Tom.

Having heard the question, Dr. B answered, “Yes, my darling boy;  your … therapy … is about to take a grand leap forward … if you will trust me.”

TBC