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This pushed Gerson over the edge and he came as he sucked every bit of Kevin's warm spunk into his mouth savouring the youth's semen. As their orgasmic throbs began to subside, the three went down onto the thick carpet on the floor and fell into a sexual stupor as they continued to kiss and caress one another. Kevin was discovering that a slave could love and be loved by his master. Gerson was discovering that love does not necessarily have to be restricted to couples and Danny was discovering a new connectedness to his readers.
Danny's Rehab Program
CHAPTER 8
Gerson, Kevin and Danny were getting along well. Gerson continued to develop and assume much of the responsibility for the running of the house. Danny was even teaching him about how the market functioned and how he was adjusting his client's investments according to the season of the year, price indexes and company's quarterly reports. Kevin had taken over all the responsibility for the running of the kitchen. If it weren't for the fact that they all trained together, they would have all put on a couple of pounds. Kevin had even earned enough trust that he was allowed to go out and look after the lawns and flower beds around the house. Each day Kevin and Gerson would bathe and then masturbate one another carefully collecting their sperm which Danny would send off to the lab.
They took turns bathing or massaging Danny. Danny would surprise them any hour of the day and introduce them into one of his sex games where someone would be bound and gagged and then have some unexpected part of their body explored in some new and creative way. In the evenings, there was always time for caressing each other. Very often, kissing and touching lovingly also became highly sexual lovemaking.
Each weekday, as was now the custom, Kevin would give Gerson a list of things they needed from the grocery. Gerson would take Danny's car and do the shopping. It never even occurred to him to just take off and escape. Gerson loved both Danny and Kevin and was so content with his new way of life and the learning he was experiencing he generally rushed home as soon as he could. He became so proficient at giving massages Danny was considering have him take the exam for certification. But then this particular day he never returned.
Dinner was ready. Kevin was upset that Gerson had not returned and began to think that he might have run off. Danny too was anxious; he was just about ready to say grace when the phone rang.
"Hello." he answered his cellphone. "This is he. Oh my God, I'll be right there." Danny turned white as he closed the phone. He looked at Kevin and said, "Gerson has been in an accident. I have to go to the hospital."
Kevin, forgetting his place, said, "I'm going too."
Danny just looked at Kevin. Kevin had not been off the grounds since he was enslaved. Danny was about to ask him if he could trust him, but then thought better of it and said, "Come to my room and I'll give you some clothes to wear." Kevin had bought Old Navy sweat suits for both of his wards for moments when they might have to go out in public. While Kevin dressed, Danny called a cab and then went to his safe and pulled the papers that gave him 'Power of Attorney' over Gerson and made copies on his scanner. Within minutes they both stood in front of the house waiting for the cab. Danny looked at Kevin who he had not seen dressed since he'd arrived.
"Looking pretty sexy there, young man." Danny complemented Kevin, who turned red with embarrassment and then leaned into Danny who put his arm around him noticing he was even sexier when worried. He thought to himself that this guy was slowly winning over his heart. Both were hyper and took comfort in each other; Danny was especially pleased that Kevin was so concerned about Gerson. He saw this as a major step forward in Kevin's development.
About thirty minutes later they arrived at the hospital and were told that they would have to wait before they could see Gerson. Danny and Kevin sat nervously very close together and each said a prayer asking God to protect Gerson and to help the doctors heal him. Kevin had tears running down his cheek.
He said, "O God, I feel like this is all my fault."
Danny put his arm around Kevin, kissed his cheek, tasting his salty tears, and said, "We both do ... but what could we have done to prevent it from happening. The important thing is that we learn how fragile we each are and to take care of one another as best we can, while we can." Kevin hugged Danny in a real bear hug.
Kevin whispered in Danny's ear, "I love you both so much it hurts."
"That's the key, Kevin. When we chose to love someone, we in fact chose to open ourselves to that pain. That's why being away from someone we love is painful." Danny reflected.
"I guess it's the same reason why I ran so much from caring about people. I just couldn't bear any more suffering." Kevin said as he realized the meaning of his own words.
A police officer, short and stocky, came in and told them that the accident was caused by a teenager that had been drinking and was high on drugs. Danny's blood boiled hearing this. The officer also explained that Danny's car was totally demolished and it was a miracle that Gerson was found alive since his side of the car took the force of the impact. The other driver only had a small cut on his forehead and had been arrested. Danny asked the officer if they would be notified as to the time and place of court hearings. They office told him that this information would be availabe on the INTERNET.
Later, a doctor came out and called Danny into a private cubicle. Kevin followed them in. "Your friend is stable, but unconscious. He could wake up at anytime, but he may never wake up. We have done all we could. There were some internal injuries, but nothing serious. He is in good shape and that helped him a great deal. But he banged his head on the door window and he lost a lot of blood, we've sutured the cut and stopped the bleeding. We have no way of knowing if there will be internal swelling in his head or not. We just need to wait and see. You can go in and see him now," the doctor said sympathetically.
Danny and Kevin slept in the emergency room each on opposite sides of Gerson's bed. Sometime in the early morning, Gerson woke to find his two housemates fast asleep. He called to Kevin, "Hey, boy, get me some water. I'm so damn thirsty."
Kevin jumped to his feet, saying, "Yes, sir," and smiled so broadly he could have been the poster boy for the lottery. The nurse who had just been coming into the cubicle heard Kevin and asked:. "You boys military?"
Gerson had a bad headache and the nurse went to fetch a doctor who did some quick tests on him and pronounced him fine, telling the nurse to give the patient a couple of Aspirin for his headache. He told Danny he could take him home, but suggested that they wait until the end of the shift just to make sure nothing else surfaced.
Meanwhile, elsewhere ....
Andre Marc, (no relation to the first person to use Danny's Rehab Program blog but very similar in looks) was a native of Canada, who had coached several Olympic gold medalists in Figure Skating. He was giving a class to about twenty pre-teens at a private rink in Santa Clara. Andre had moved to California when he was offered a position as a skating instructor some five years ago. At the age of sixty-seven, he was giving private lessons to some older teens who were to compete in the State Championships. He had just told the group to take a 15 minute break when this young man of about 18 years of age approached him.
"Mr Marc?", he asked.
"Eeh, that's me. What can I do for you?" he said, staring at the handsome youth with the skater's build, dark hair and fine complexion that stood before him
"My family just moved here from Los Angeles and I'm looking for a coach, well actually, I was hoping that you would coach me." Michael said.
Andre began to recognize the kid that stood before him he was in the top twenty in the State. Andre remembered having seen him skate, probably more for his handsome face and nicely shaped body than because of his performance. This kid was a good skater, but Andre's trained eye had seen that there was something not just right about him. His skating was basically good, but something was off and Andre wasn't sure of what that was.
"My name is Michael Anderson, and I would really appreciate it if you would work with me."
Andre wasn't too eager to take on another kid. He wasn't coaching that many, but he was saving a place in case just the right kid should come along. "Well I really don't think that I can take on another skater," he said.
"Oh, please, I'd do anything to be coached by you. I know that you are one of the best."
"Well, my fees are pretty stiff," responded Andre noticing that the more he talked with this kid, his fees weren't going to be the only thing stiff for very long.
Michael bowed his head as he spoke. "I wouldn't be able to pay you hardly anything, but I would be so eager to learn from you and as I said I'd be willing to do anything if you would just give me a chance."
"Anything kid? Work day and night, exercise when not skating, eat and drink what and how much I say, practically live with me as we travel the circuit to gain experience. Are you ready to have almost no time for your family and put your total trust in me?" Andre asked, wondering if he weren't just pushing it a bit too far.
"Sir, I said anything and my parents wouldn't care. Please Sir, I came here looking just for you." Michael begged. "I'd do anything you asked of me."
"Well, get out on the ice and let me see your routine." Andre ordered wondering if this were the kid that was missing from the unsolved puzzle of his life. "Take your tape to Peggy Fleming over there." He said pointing to an older woman who was coaching a small group of little girls. "She will point out the door to the office."
Michael turned and was so surprised to see that it actually was Peggy Fleming, the former gold medalist who usually hosted the competitions for ESPN sports news. He was awed by her presence and got all tongue-tied, but she saw the tape in his hand and pointed out the office door and then waved over to Andre and tilted her head letting him know that she saw right through him.
Michael waited for his cue from the music then began to skate, trying his best to do his jumps cleanly, maintain his tempo and move smoothly into his spins while also trying to convey the feelings that the music had evoked in him whenever he heard Nana Mouskouri sing, "The first time, ever I saw your face, I felt...."
Andre watched Michael's performance with both his technical and artistic eye. He was right. It was the same kid that he had noticed in the regional competitions. He was good, but again there was something holding this kid back which Andre couldn't quite identify. Andre also took in the sight of this 6'2 svelte dark haired youth and just exhaled deeply feeling his lust growing.
When Michael skated off the ice, Andre just said coldly. "Ask Joe in the office for the papers you need to sign and bring them back signed to the 7 a.m. practice. Tell your folks you won't be home 'til late."
"Thank you so much," Michael said enthusiastically, thinking that Andre must have really liked his skating.
Gerson's return home
At around 3:30 Danny and Kevin were helping Gerson into a cab. Gerson slept during the ride home but said before falling asleep that he was sorry about Danny's car and about Kevin's order that had been lost. Once home they put Gerson in Danny's bed so that Danny could watch him during the night. After putting away the food that was left out from the night before, Danny sent out for a pizza. Shock appeared on the delivery boy's face when the door was opened and he was greeted by Kevin totally naked. Danny and Kevin both laughed heartily when Kevin described the boy's face to Danny.
Neither Danny or Kevin were in the mood for sex that night, but contented themselves with sitting on the couch together and caressing each other and sharing their feeling about Gerson and the kid that had almost killed him.
Kevin spoke changing the subject, "Master. Can I please see my father." he said, totally surprising Danny.
"You know that's not possible." Danny answered firmly. "You have a new life now. Forget the past and live for today." Danny got up and left the room and came back with a couple of beers. "I think pizza goes so much better with beer than soda." Danny stated.
"But, Master, I hurt my father so badly over the years. I just want to let him know that I realize now that I was such an ingrate and want to thank him for all he did for me and for sending me here." Kevin said, daring to pursue the topic.
"Your father has accepted that you lost your life to substance abuse. Now you want to communicate with him and stir up all that pain again. Just think of how hard it would be on your father to see you and then to have to let you go again." Danny said, seeing the disappointment in Kevin's face. "Kevin, get up and show me how much you love your Dad." Kevin got up quickly and gave Danny a big bear hug and then kissed him on the mouth, but without making it a sexual kiss. They held each other and swayed in each others arms. Kevin held on to Danny accepting Danny's decision even though he was hurting so badly inside. He made no protest, but he could not hold back his tears.
Several days passed and Gerson was fully recovered except for the cut on his head and was looking forward to the next day's court hearing which he and Danny were planning to attend (Danny had been checking the local Court's docket online for the appearance of the teenager who had endangered Gerson's life through his addictions). Danny was working in his office when the phone rang. Gerson was watching him make trades online and learning the intricacies of investing. Kevin was watching a video of the "Iron chef" frustrated by how difficult it was to follow their recipes and wishing Rachel Ray would come on with one of her thirty minute meals..
"Hello, Bard & Myers, Danny speaking."
"Good evening, this is Kevin's father speaking."
Danny instinctively moved away from the others before replying.
"Yes?" Danny responded, wondering if this call was in response to the tape he had mailed to him.
"I need to speak with you." Kevin's father said, "can we meet?"
"Well, tomorrow I have to be in court. How about the day after? At noon at the Crab House?" Danny suggested.
"That would be fine. I have a proposal for you." Kevin's father said, teasing Danny.
"See you then, so long." Danny said before hitting the 'End call' button.
"Bye." Kevin's father said into his phone before returning it to its charger.
At the Ice Rink Young men Dream and Older men see Visions
Promptly at 7:30 a.m. Michael showed up at the rink and Andre asked him for the signed papers. Michael offered them to him, but pointed out that he was 18 and didn't need to sign the sheet giving Andre the Power of Attorney. Andre responded that it was necessary in case of an accident on the road that could leave Michael incapacitated; but it was OK with him, if he didn't sign ... he wasn't sure he wanted to coach him anyway. When Michael heard this he pulled out a pen and scribbled his name on the three copies.
Later Andre had him work on several different portions of his routine. After each segment, Andre would call Michael off the ice and tell him a short story. Almost all the stories had a hidden lesson about overcoming one's fears or about giving it all you got. But one of the stories was about a guy who had been 'gay bashed' by some members of the football team in his school. This last story unsettled Michael and he fell while attempting his next Double Axel. Andre thought that he may well have finally hit a sensitive nerve.
That afternoon they went to the coach's house were he had a treadmill, elliptical, bowflex, and some free weights. He set up a routine for Michael and had him do 20 minutes on each of the two machines and then some exercises on the bowflex. Michael looked like an ad for the bowflex when he started his sets. Andre couldn't keep his eyes off him. Michael had his dream of going to the Olympics while Andre savoured the sight of a vision of beauty. After he was finished his routine, Andre told him to strip off his gym clothes and had him lay down on a bench to give him a massage.
Getting a massage was nothing new to Michael, but being totally naked while getting it unnerved him. Andre began massaging Michael's head. This was new to Michael and he noticed that Andre's hands were more like caressing him than applying pressure. Michael's anxieties rose slightly but he was enjoying the sensation immensely. Then as Andre's hands moved down towards his neck the movements became more like a regular massage and worked well to relax Michael's muscles. Andre massaged down one side of his body and was working up the opposite side when just as he finished Michael leg, the phone rang.
Ten minutes later, when he returned he had forgotten that he had't finished Michael's other arm.
Andre said, "now its your turn." As Michael got up off the bench and twisted his neck in a stretch he saw Andre stripping off his clothes. Andre was in great shape for a man in his sixties. He could easily pass for forty. He had the full body of a grown man, but had nice pec development without the exaggerated pecs of a gym freak. His upper chest was covered with fine hairs. His stomach had the smallest bulge and had a treasure trail which led down into his pubes. His cock was a respectable 5 inches flaccid and his muscular legs had a dusting of fine hairs. Michael took a mental picture of his coach and filed it under memories for future erotic self-stimulation. Michael lubricated his hands, rubbed them together to warm them and began working the kinks out of Andre's back. When he got to the lower back, Andre said, "don't skip my buttocks, work them hard."
Michael panicked. He had never touched a man's ass cheeks. He just stood there staring at Andre's rounded globes when he heard Andre say, "aren't you the kid that said he would do anything to have me as his coach? Or do I have you confused with someone else?"
Thus began Andre's slow seduction of this skater that wanted him more than anyone else. He just didn't know yet all the ways that he wanted him.
After Andre's massage, Michael and Andre showered together and then got into Andre's bed where they '69ed.' Andre wondered if this would help or hinder Michael's skating. After they both came, they continued to kiss each other passionately. Andre enjoying the feel of Michael's youthful body and Michael enjoying the intimacy with an older man that had been lacking between himself and his father. Both were filling a void in each others lives. After a couple of hours they went out for hamburgers and then Andre dropped Michael at his house.
Andre returned home thinking that sex was different with this kid. He had never felt the way he was feeling with anyone else before. Sometimes he felt ashamed, other times disgusted with himself. But this time he was already looking forward to seeing Michael the next day.
After about two weeks Andre begin to realize why Michael's skating was off. When Michael came to practice the next day, he ordered him to dump out his bag ... and sure enough, out fell a plastic bag of coke and the paraphernalia of a drug addict. Andre felt as if his heart had stopped beating he couldn't breathe. He grabbed Michael's arm and rolled up his shirt and noticedthe swollen veins where he had mainlined. Andre became desperate fearing the loss of the boy who had become so quickly the love of his life. What to do?
So was it worth reading up 'til now? Please post your thoughts on the blog.
I wish too give a special thanks to my proofreader, Dave David for helping me make this fastasy work. Of course, he gets spanked for each error he misses! Thanks Dave for all the sweating you do in favor of this tale.
I was inspired to write by Tyler Peels story: /nifty/gay/college/the-road-home/ and http://www.closettales.org/TylerPeel/Welcome.html
and by: fraternity-memoirs by John Walsh: /nifty/gay/college/fraternity-memoirs/fraternity-memoirs