Our summer was quickly coming to a close. Everything was so great I could hardly recognize it as my life. One night Mike came up from the beach side of the boardwalk and motioned for me, Tony and Joey to join him on the beach. He had a case of Miller Lite beer that his brother bought for him. "Let's get high, guys". I'd had beer five or six times and I thought it tasted like shit, but I wasn't going to wimp out. I drank it and said how smooth and refreshing it was ... We were secluded under the boardwalk and pretty much out of sight. To help get this stuff down we smoked cigarettes and played a few drinking games where if you lost you had to chug half a can of beer. In about 20 minutes we were all acting silly. Marty came down with Kyle after a while and the six of us eventually finished the case.
Up on the boardwalk again we were feeling the alcohol and embellishing that feeling with our individual interpretations of being drunk. As all the alcohol eventually did get into our blood stream most of us would actually qualify as being drunk for real. Of course everything we did had us laughing like crazy...funny or not. We acted over-sober whenever we spotted a boardwalk cop........ all in all we were acting like total fools.... but having fun. As the night wore on the gang split up and Mike and me ended up on the beach near the water. We were sitting on the sand and Mike had his arm around my shoulder talking about the up coming school year and how great it will be if we are in some of the same classes.
We both were still very much under the influence of the beer, but we were coherent....not babbling or anything like that. During a lull in the conversation I thought, in my altered state of mind, that it would be a good idea to say, "Oh, Mike..I meant to tell you something a while ago, it's just that.....well, I love you. That is, I mean...I'm in love with you. Please don't be mad." Mike took his arm off my shoulder and stood up. "Don't say that, Richie. We're not really queers. We're just going through a phase and, you know...just screwing around a little. Having fun...that's all. Don't do that gay stuff, god damn it....you'll ruin everything !" I stood up and said I couldn't help it. That's how I felt, but I wouldn't say it again if it bothered him. I said I didn't care about being queer or gay or whatever he wanted to call it.....
We walked up the beach for a while, side by side, without talking and finally Mike said, "Well, that's OK Richie. You can love me, I guess... and you can tell me that you do now and then if you want. We're special, you and me...that's all. We're special....so it's cool. OK, Richie?" This was so like Mike. He thought he'd given me a gift and maybe he had. If he thought it was a gift than it was a gift. I knew he wouldn't say he loved me. I think he did, but I'd love to hear it once so I could be sure. I really wanted to hold his hand or put my arm around him, but I knew better. Later, back in our bedroom, he fucked me real slow and dreamy like. Next morning we definitely had hangovers. Nothing more was said about the "I love you" conversation.
Mike and me began acting more like best buddies after that. Tony noticed it and commented that it looks like Mike really liked me a lot. I looked at Tony trying to detect an underlying meaning to his comment, but he just smiled at me as always. He had no agenda, Tony was happy when his friends were happy. Another important development was that Mike's mother had absolutely no problem with Mike staying on longer with us. My old man had a 30 second telephone conversation with her about it. Thirty seconds was a long telephone conversation for him. All was fabulous. Every ten days or so Mike and his brother had been doing that all night trip thing, but I didn't asked anything about that. I just missed Mike like crazy and was thrilled to see him when he got back. The last trip Mike came back with a black eye and a cut on his nose. He just said he'd gotten into a fight. No big deal.
Our fucking became as smooth and natural as my blow jobs had become. We experimented with different position and Mike fucked me while we were having fun and other times he fucked me with feelings too; like maybe feelings of love. We had a lot of cuddling and kissing associated with the screwing. My hole was sore quite often, but rarely sore enough that I'd mention it to Mike. Life couldn't be better as far as I was concerned. We had a little over one week to go before school started and Mike had one last trip with his brother. I was really disappointed he was going to be away, but he assured me it was the last time till next summer.
Tuesday found me on the boards with Tony. I was keeping my ears and eyes open for Mike's motorbike. He'd been with his brother the night before on their last trip of the year and I couldn't wait to see him. It was very late though. Almost four o'clock in the afternoon and he was usually back by two o'clock or so. Looking down the boards I saw someone running...it looked like chubby Mac. What the hell? .....he never ran anywhere. It was Mac though.....and he came up to us all out of breath. He had a strange look on his face too. Out of breath he blurted out, "Mike's in the hospital. That prick Jose Gonzalez stabbed him from behind. Mike's brother killed Jose and is in jail right now. He shot Jose three times. This all came down less than an hour ago according to the radio report. It all sucks! It was a bad drug deal or something...those fucking spics are in for it for now, god damn it!..."
I couldn't speak at first.... then when I could all I said was "What?" Tony stepped right in and said, "Get it together Richie. We'll catch the bus at 21st street and it will drop us right at the hospital. OK, Mac?" Mac said it was cool and that he'd try to find the rest of the guys and meet us at the hospital. "Tell Mike we'll be coming to see him as soon as we can. Don't forget to tell him, OK Tony?." Mac was off down the boards while Tony and me heading in the opposite direction. It was a 15 minute walk to the bus stop and Tony was talking in his usual lisping way as we hurried along. He said we shouldn't be too worried because millions of people go to the hospital each year and then.... pretty soon they go home. No big deal! Mac had said the radio reported Mike was in "serious" condition. Tony said, "No shit. Do you go to the hospital in good condition? Of course not, you got a problem that's serious you go to the fucking hospital. There are a lot worse things than "serious"...like "critical" or stuff like that." I wasn't sure if Tony was trying to get me not to worry or get himself not to worry. No matter, I was worried
because, after all, Mike was stabbed... and also because the police were involved.
Police are not known to be very helpful. You have dealings with the police, you got problems. So, of course I was worried, but mostly I just wanted to talk to Mike. I'd quickly know if I should really worry or just worry a little as soon as I talked with Mike. We just made the bus by running the last block. The bus ride itself sucked because the damn thing stopped every other block, but we got to the hospital less than 35 minutes after talking with Mac. The outside of the emergency room entrance looked like a police car and ambulance convention. A lot of each with the blue lights flashing on some and red lights flashing on others. This couldn't be a result of a small time drug deal gone bad. ....... It wasn't. As we tried to make our way to the emergency room door we over heard a cop tell a lady that there had been a sixteen car pile up on the Garden State Parkway and quite a few of the injured and two fatalities had already gotten to this hospital. He said no one, family or other wise, was getting in the emergency room until things got under control in there........Fuck!!!
Tony looked around and said, "Come on Richie, forget the emergency room...... we'll go in the hospital's front door and find our way to the emergency room from the inside. It took me by surprise to see the way Tony was taking charge. I was grateful because I couldn't think of what to do from one second to the next. I was desperate to see Mike, but I couldn't think how to do that so I followed Tony. He pushed right in through the big front doors and, without hesitating, walked right past the reception desk and the big sign in big red letters that read "SIGN-IN BEFORE ENTERING". There were six or seven people waiting and arguing with the two reception desk people when we walked right past them.
One of the receptionist, a big black man with a deep voice yelled at us, "Hey, where do you two think you're going?!" .... but Tony never slowed down and a lady in front of the black guy started up yelling at him again so he went back to dealing with her and gave up on Tony and me. We were in. Tony only muttered "Fuck you" under his breath when the guy had yelled out to us.
It didn't take long to find the emergency room and we looked in through more big glass doors and saw two cops standing there. Tony and me looked at each other and then at a tall, thin orderly pushing a stretcher on wheels through swinging doors marked "HOSPITAL PERSONNEL ONLY". We followed the orderly through the doors and around a corner and there we saw a long hallway leading to the emergency room proper. Lots of hospital nurses and doctors and orderlies, as well as,
police and men wearing suits with ID badges hanging out of their suit jacket pockets......all of them milling around in this hallway. They were shouting at each other or talking loudly on cell phones.. It was a mad house. All along the wall were stretchers on wheels and every one had a person laying under a sheet. It was very noisy in here......and very scary to realize a person was hurt on each of those stretchers. There were about fifteen in all.
I began to scan each one starting from the top of the hallway where we'd just entered and I couldn't believe my eyes.......on the third one down from us was the top of Mike's head. I'd recognize that blond buzz cut anywhere. "There he is Tony", I said as I grabbed Tony's arm. "Let's go." And we casually strolled down the hall just like we belonged there. The first two stretchers ominously had the sheets pulled over the person's head. Most likely fatalities from the automobile accident. Then Mike's stretcher and the sheet was half way covering his face too. What the....? I quickly walked up to the stretcher and, forgetting Tony was watching, I put my arm under Mike's neck and holding his hand I hugged him up to the side of my face. He felt cold out here in the hall and I was going to pull up the thin blanket at Mike's feet when I heard Mike say something. It was so loud in that god damn place I had to put my ear right next to his lips to listen.
Almost immediately someone grabbed me from behind and lifted me right off the ground yelling at me, "What the hell do you think you're doing? How did you get in here? Who are you?". I swung my arms and kicked my legs yelling back, "I was listening to my friend tell me something! Let me down!". I twisted around to see who had me. It was a large orderly with gray hair, but strong. He said in a more compassionate voice, as he was lowering me to my feet, "Your friend can't talk to you. I'm very sorry, but he passed away in the ambulance just before it got here. That was less than 15 minutes ago." I shook my head "no" a few times, but the orderly just continued talking...." He arrived here DOA from a stabbing wound. That's what the EMT told the nurse. And just a couple of minutes ago the nurse told me to roll him down here with the other casualties. It's just temporary until someone is available to transport all three to the hospital's morgue."
I stared at the orderly for a fraction of a second before screaming at the top of my lungs, "Morgue? He isn't dead you idiot !!..... he just told me he loved me and he was squeezing my hand when he said it! He's not dead. He is alive! Get a doctor, hurry ...hurry the fuck up....where is a fucking doctor! My friend is ALIVE!!!" I was in a frenzy and the orderly looked scared and backed away from me a few steps. A woman in a white hospital coat striding toward us yelled "what the hell is going on?" The orderly pointed at Mike and said, "that boy is alive"... she grabbed someones stethoscope and putting in the ear pieces listened at Mike's chest. Then she listened to his back. Then against the side of Mike's neck. The hall around us had become very quiet all of a sudden. The doctor quickly put her hand under Mike's neck and lifted it while she put her mouth over his mouth. She blew into his mouth while pinching his nose. She seemed to be watching his chest. It moved slightly, but not much.. She snapped her head up suddenly with an angry looking frown as she did a quick search of all the faces staring at her...... time seemed to slow down...
She shook her head as if to clear her mind and then she said calmly, but talking very fast, "This boy is in shock, but he's alive. For some reason he isn't getting much air through to his lungs....some kind of blockage. Who has a knife or razor blade or anything sharp?" The nurse next to me said to someone " a tracheotomy? " Tony knocked a fat female nurse out of his way and yelled, "I got a Swiss Army pocket knife!" as he pushed his way towards the lady doctor.
He had the knife out of his pocket in a flash extracting the blade portion of that little red Swiss Army contraption.
The blade was barely an inch long, but sharp as a razor. The lady doctor grabbed it out of Tony's hand and without hesitating cut a 3/4 inch slit in the middle of Mike's throat down near his collar bone. A fine spray of pinkish air puffed up from the incision as his lungs exhaled air mixed with a little blood from the incision. Then, almost immediately, a noticeable sound of air being inhaled through the slit in his throat. The sheet on his chest rose up noticeably as his involuntary breathing action took over and his lungs filled with air. Then a long exhale with that fine-pinkish-blood-colored air leaving through the incision again...and then another inhale and a regular breathing cycle ensued.... The doctor looked up and was obviously relieved, but pissed off at the same time.....She exhaled a long breath almost in unison with Mike's and shouted out, "Who left this boy here?? This is an outrage!!."
The orderly I'd talked to turned and walked away. A collective sigh from everyone in the hall.... a great tragedy had been averted. That sound and the doctors angry shouting brought us back to reality. Everything was happening fast again....The doctor continued shouting out, "Get this boy to surgery. Nurse, keep this opening in his throat from closing up. I've got to get back to the accident victims. She gave an orderly instructions to have Dr Blackstone meet him, with Mike, in emergency surgery immediately!" She was a bossy one alright, but it was such a relief to have someone take charge ....... someone who knew what they were doing.
A path was cleared for Mike's stretcher and a nurse using her finger to keep the slit in Mike's throat open walked beside the stretcher as the orderly pushed it down the hallway and through the same doors that Tony and me had come through a life time ago. We heard over the intercom, "Dr Blackstone to ES stat...Dr Blackstone to emergency surgery stat!" I started to cry with relief. Mike was getting a chance for life. He isn't dead. Thank God! Of course, we didn't know how serious the stab wound was..... or what had caused the blockage to his breathing. How long had he been without a sufficient oxygen supply? Many things to still worry about, but Mike was alive.
I hugged Tony and told him that his quick thinking with the Swiss Army knife had saved Mike's life. We were both crying because we'd been so scared, so tense and frightened.... so helpless. Tony said "no, that was nothing"...he said that I'd saved Mike's life because these incompetent assholes had left Mike for dead. He said that the ruckus I caused forced someone to come check it out. A quick replay of that 'ruckus' flashed through my mind.......I realized that Tony had seen me hug Mike next to my cheek and that in my anxiousness for someone to help Mike; in my desire for someone to realize he was alive.....I'd shouted out that Mike had just told me that he loved me. Did Mike really say that? I'd thought he had, but the doctor said Mike was in shock. If he was, how could Mike say something to me? I knew Tony heard that remark about Mike saying he loved me and I took a quick look over and caught Tony staring at me with an odd expression on his face. Nothing to be done about that now.....
Someone said "Clear the hallway!! Only essential hospital personnel. Everybody clear this god damn hall!" This was repeated a number of times and all the people that had accumulated in the hall began drifting to the waiting room and Tony and I drifted along with them. It was very crowded in there, but through the glass partition Tony and I could see Mac and the boys arguing with the same two receptionist we had ignored a while ago... we heard the receptionist right through the plate glass say "only relatives of the injured will be admitted......there isn't room for friends...just immediate relatives."
Tony waved his arms and caught Mac's eye through the plate glass partition. Mac gave a quick wave and held up his cell phone. Neither Tony nor me had a cell phone but Tony went to a pay phone and called Mac's cell number. He filled him in on everything and Mac told Tony to hang in here and call him when he knew something. Mac is sort of in charge of our 'gang' when Mike isn't around so Tony said, "you got it, Mac." We settled in to wait for word about Mike's condition.
Almost immediately I noticed a middle aged guy in a suit and tie scanning all of us in the waiting room. I was looking at him when his eyes landed on me and he
raised his eyebrows and made a bee-line right towards me. I thought, "What now?" He wanted to know who Tony and I were and what was our relationship to Mike. He also wanted our statement as to exactly what happened in the hallway. I guessed that some hospital 'ass-protecting' maneuver was in motion here. A hospital personnel or ambulance person or somebody had put a living boy in a spot reserved for those ready for the morgue. What made that even worse was the fact that Mike needed assistance for his breathing, but he was neglected entirely because his stretcher was in with the deceased....... everyone assumed he was dead. That's what they had told the orderly...."A DOA from a stabbing wound"....so the orderly rolled Mike to lay with the dead. Mike was in shock and couldn't speak up for himself. A nightmare of screw-ups.
Tony and I told this 'suit' exactly what happened, as much as we knew. The man took our name, address and phone numbers. Then he had us sign our statement. And then he told us we'd have to leave because we weren't relatives of Mike. After we'd cooperated with him..... this is the thanks we get? Tony didn't like that turn of events even a little bit and started getting belligerent at this point and our voices were getting louder when a woman came over and said, "Tony, what the hell is going on? Did you guys see Mike?" Tony turned right to her and said, "Oh, Hi Mrs Sullivan. Yeah, we saw him and it was a disaster in the making....a real cluster fuck! Oh, excuse my language. Mike's in surgery and Richie here saved his life." Tony pointed at the man in the suit and added, " this asshole is trying to throw us out of here." One thing led to another and the story came out..... Mike's mom, Mrs Sullivan, was getting more and more furious with each detail. She knew Mike was in surgery and she knew he'd been stabbed, but she hadn't heard anything about the infamous hallway screw-up that had left Mike for dead.
The man in the suit, who had asked Tony and me all the questions, looked like he was trapped somewhere he'd rather not be. He made a point of saying, a number of times, that he hadn't been there when these mistakes were made.....he was just now trying to get the facts and that, after further consideration, Tony and I could wait here with her if that's what she wanted. Mrs Sullivan was steaming mad as she began to fully comprehend the situation......"You mean to tell me that my son was left to die from lack of oxygen in the back hallway of a fucking hospital? Of this fucking hospital? Is that what you're telling me. That two sixteen year old boys had to bring to your attention that my son was still alive?? Twenty god damn doctors and nurses milling around and a sixteen year old kid has to point out that you dumb asses have a living boy in dire need of oxygen mixed in with dead people. Is that about it?"
The man in the suit was full of apologies as he hustled the four of us into an empty office and tried to convince Mrs Sullivan that he'd personally get to the bottom of this. He gave her his card and instructed the people at the reception desk that Mrs Sullivan, Tony and me could come and go as needed until we had final word on how Mike's operation went. Then out of nervousness he gave all of us his business card, including another one to Mrs Sullivan...... Apparently he was assistant to the hospital operations officer. Whoever that was. He backed out the door saying he would have word of Mike's condition the second the operation was completed and he'd get that information to Mrs Sullivan post haste.
The door closed and Mrs Sullivan changed immediately from that tough SOB to a weepy mom. She hugged Tony and cried a bit. She didn't seem so tough now. After calming down she nodded toward me and said to Tony, "Who'd you say this was, Tony?" He said, "That's Mike's good friend Richie Mealey. Mike's been staying with him, remember?" She had a big surprised look on her tear stained face and she said to me, "You're Richie?" I just moved my head up and down a little and she muttered in a soft voice, "Well, aren't you the cutest thing. I can't believe you're Mikey's age. You're 16?" I moved my head up and down again and said, "Yes, Ma'am, I am." She came over to me and hugged me tight pinning my arms to my sides saying. "Mikey is so crazy about you Richie. He says you're so smart and the best friend ever." she hesitated a second and looked over to Tony and mumbled, "You know Mikey thinks the world of you, Tony. And so do I sweetheart, but Mikey is very high on this kid here too."
Tony said, "That's OK Mrs S. all of us like Richie a lot too." I looked at Tony over Mrs Sullivan's shoulder and he made a face at me by pushing out his lower lip, the one with that stupid stud in it, and crossing his eyes. I bit my lip not to laugh, grateful for a bit of normalcy. God forbid that any of us ever say anything nice about anyone.. Mrs Sullivan was oblivious to our nonsense. She went on to tell us that Mike's brother, Danny, hadn't killed anyone or even shot any one. The radio report was mostly wrong...just speculation. For one thing, Danny didn't have a gun. He did get into a fight with Jose and took the knife away from him.... breaking Jose's arm in the process. Jose and his brother ran off and Danny dialed 911 and got the police and an ambulance. Danny was still at police head quarters right now answering the same questions over and over again. After getting his broken arm set, Jose turned himself in .....he was pleading self defense.
After filling us in on all this she said, "Richie honey, let's go outside for a cigarette. Tony, would you wait here in case they send some word about Mikey?" "He replied, "Sure thing Mrs S." She led me out past the receptionist guys, through the front doors. The heat hit us and seemed like a wall of humid fire after the air conditioning. I didn't have any cigarettes and actually I didn't want one, but I accepted Mrs Sullivan offer of one anyway.
I was silent and very uncomfortable because I didn't know her and she seemed capable of being very aggressive when she wanted to be and I had no idea why she wanted me to join her out here. It was impossible not to notice that she was a striking looking woman.......not like Mike so much, but excellent features and especially beautiful eyes and a very nice smile. I could see a little of Mike there, but most of his looks must have come from his father. That guy must be something to see. Come to think of it, I didn't have the slightest idea of what happened with Mike's father. There was very little chance I'd be asking Mrs Sullivan about it any time soon though.
We were sweating and smoked our cigarettes. After a minute or so she smiled at me and said, "Hot enough for you, Richie?" I smiled and shook my head 'yes' as she continued with, "Thank you so much for stepping up and getting my Mikey the help he needed. I simply am astounded that something like that could happen. Just thinking how close My Mikey was to dying.....it makes me weak and feeling sick in the pit of my stomach. I don't know how I'm going to ever feel safe in a hospital again. This entire affair is a true nightmare." And she began to weep again.
She took a few drags on her cigarette..... her hand and fingers really were trembling.....she was very upset and I felt sorry for her, but I didn't know what to do. Shortly Mrs Sullivan had herself somewhat under control and she continued, "I talked to the doctor just before surgery and he said the knife wound isn't fatal....it's serious, but not life threatening.
They told me nothing about the screw up in the hall way. That unbelievable screw-up!! I'm so pissed off about that I don't know why I'm not screaming. They'll pay for almost killing my beautiful son....some god damn body is going to pay somehow! "
She stopped and took a couple of deep breaths, then continued " They told me Mikey had swallowed the gum he was chewing when he was stabbed... Somehow it got into his windpipe and was blocking most of his airway.
They cleared that out and stitched up the slit in his throat. The doctor said he's almost positive that Mikey got enough oxygen through that tiny opening so there won't be any brain damage. He couldn't be 100% positive though so that's one more thing that's worrying the hell out of me. But no matter what, you saved his life, Richie....." and she began to cry again and this time I joined right in. It was frightening that Mike had come so close to dying..... and it should never, ever have come to that.
We held on to each other and cried for a few minutes. Our cigarettes had burned down so Mrs Sullivan pulled out two more and we lit up. By then I felt like I needed a cigarette. I took a drag and said, "Juicy Fruit? The gum in his throat, I guess it was Juicy Fruit. Mike's favorite. Huh?" She ignored my innocuous question and looking out in space she dragged in a lung full of cigarette smoke and while letting it out she said, "Mikey was a very happy little boy....that is, until he got to be 11 or 12. Then he got real sullen and the older he got the angrier he seemed to get. I don't know what the problem was. He had friends, but there was always this dark cloud about him. It went on for years. Very, very stressful....never knowing what was wrong. He wouldn't tell me what was bothering him. Three or fours years of that, maybe more. Then all of a sudden he is smiling a little and seemed happier. It's after he moved in with you, Honey. You are a tonic for my Mikey and I love you to death for that. To see him happy makes me so happy. I love that boy so much! The burden of worry that has been lifted off my head seeing Mikey smile and laugh and have fun....well, you can't imagine, I'm sure. He's even looking forward to High School. I can't believe it! For the first time ever he's looking forward to going back to school after summer break.........it's because you guys will be in some of the same classes. It's so marvelous and it's all because of your friendship. God bless you, Richie" And she hugged me again and cried some more as our cigarettes burned down just like the first ones.
We returned to the waiting room where Mike's Mom was visibly collecting herself. I could see her pulling herself together as she sat up straighter and got a purposeful look on her face. She was getting back to being the adult in this situation........she looked stern too, like someone you do not want to take lightly. I couldn't help but compare my mother to Mike's mother. Mike's mother adored Mike...... mine didn't care so much for me. About an hour later the Assistant-to-somebody came in with Dr Blackstone...the operation was over and Mike was in the intensive care unit until he wakes up and his vital signs stabilize.
The Doctor told us the operation was mostly for exploratory purposes to insure no organs had been cut.
It was a single edge bladed knife and the stab wound was in Mike's deltoids muscle which is high up near his shoulder in his back. The penetration was less than three inches and did not reach any organs. It did muscle and tissue damage of course and the main concern right now is infection. Mike will be in the hospital four or five days. And after that he'll be bed ridden for one to three weeks. The part of the deltoids muscle that was effected controls lifting his arm sideways. That activity should be avoided for up to twelve weeks. Other than that, he is OK. He was very lucky because the stab wound wouldn't have had to be much deeper to cause real serious problems.
We wouldn't be able to visit him today so they told us to go home. Mrs Sullivan insisted on staying, but Tony and I left. The assistant-to-somebody got a pass for me that would allow me to visit Mike tomorrow. Mike's mom insisted on that too. She can "insist" pretty hard when she sets her mind to it.
That night in bed I hugged the pillow thinking that two nights ago Mike slept on that very pillow. I couldn't really smell him on it though. My mind drifted to the many ways Mike helped improved my life.
Before I met him my life was dull, gray and boring. I didn't even have any friends here. I ran into Mike about a month after moving in with my father. I was very lonely. Mike scared me at first and then wildly dominated me after that, but he just had that 'something' that got my heart beating a little harder than usual. Then he got my penis a little harder than usual and then he got me spewing my cum all over the place. He changed that dull gray life of mine into a rainbow of colors... kinda like that rainbow we saw after our thunder storm experience.
It is more than just our sexual activities, although those activities are more wonderful than I ever imagined possible. In addition to exploring my sexuality I've made friends through Mike, I'm getting along with my old man now and I feel confident and satisfied that my life is exciting and worthwhile. I have fun and look forward to every new day. What a disaster it would have been if Mike didn't make it......if he died. I couldn't dwell on that. He is alive and it thrilled me to think about visiting him tomorrow. Before sleep I did a slow wank thinking of Mike and me fucking and shortly my cum splashed hard off the wall beside my bed. Felt great, but not as good as the real thing with Mike.
Late the next morning I was right there at the hospital with my pass. Mrs Sullivan talked me into using Mike's motorbike to commute back and forth. It was cool riding Mike's bike ........and very hot too. Good thing I had that pass or I wouldn't have been allowed to visit him because of my age and because I'm not a relative. I hurried up to his room and stopped at the door. My heart was pounding too hard and I felt out of breath. Calming down, I looked in around the door frame. There he was lying on his back with his eyes closed lightly. I made a noise in my throat and he slowly opened his eyes. A big smile spread across my face and he had a little kind of smirk on his cute face. His left arm was bandaged tight to his body and he was propped up on his right side. He used the index finger of his right hand to give me that 'come here' wiggle. I walked slowly over to his bed. There was another bed in his room but I couldn't see who was in it because the curtains were pulled all around it.
When I got to Mike's side he would wiggle his finger for me to get closer and then even closer until finally my head was just above his. He put his arm around my neck and pulled me down so we were lips to lips and we did a slow lip kiss. Mike opened his mouth a little and our tongues touched and big, warm, fat tears rolled down my face. I'd almost lost the most important person ever in my life. I ended up sobbing and hugging his head while I rubbed my tears all over his cheeks. Mike said, "That's your reward for saving my life. My reward kiss for you, my own personal cock sucker. " I said, "Please don't call me that, Mike. I love you so much I feel sick to my stomach thinking what my life would be like without you."
He was very pale and his arm around my neck felt weak.
He spoke in a weak voice too when he said, "Give me another kiss." We kissed sweetly and then Mike said, "Earlier this morning my Mom told me all about what happened at the hospital when I was in that emergency room hallway. Thanks, Richie. You honest to God saved my life. You know Richie, I don't remember anything from the time Danny and I drove back to Wildwood. I remember Philly, but nothing after parking the car at the Hot Dog stand." This was puzzling to me and I didn't know what to make of it because I thought he'd said something to me on that stretcher. I thought he'd squeezed my hand too. I couldn't resist asking, "Mike, when I hugged you in the hallway you whispered something to me. Don't you remember?" He said he didn't remember anything ....and what was it he whisper to me? My response came out a little angry sounding when I said, "How the hell would I know, it was too loud in that fucking hallway to hear anything!" ... Mike pulled his head away a bit and gave me a hurt look, like...why are you angry at me? I just shook my head a little and tried to smiled.
We talked about the guys and what they all did after hearing about the stabbing. I told Mike about Tony giving his Swiss Army knife to the doctor so she could cut his throat with it and Mike reached down to touch the bandage on his throat. After about 30 minutes Mike was yawning and looked real run down and tired. I told him I'd better leave and he made me promise to come back that night. It's a real eye opener seeing how fragile Mike is after the stabbing and the recent exploratory operation and all. He is such a tough kid normally, but right now he's a very weak one.
I came back that night and he was a little stronger, but not a hell of a lot. Mike seemed to get stronger the longer I stayed though. He introduced me to his 14 year old room mate who was a real cutey. His name is Donny and this kid is hot! A bit of a smart ass, but I'll over look that small flaw. Donny had this mischievous look about him. He had beautiful bright brown eyes and short brown hair. Very clear skin and milk white teeth. A skinny kid but something about him made me want to hug him or something. Just from the way they talked to each other I could tell that Mike had already charmed this kid something wicked. It was obvious Mike was Donny's hero. They already had their private jokes and I was real happy Mike was getting a little bit of his old self back and enjoying himself a little bit too. The more we talked the more obvious it was that cute Donny had a brilliant brain in his head to go with everything else. He was funny too. It was a lot of fun the three of us bantering back and forth and I stayed till the nurse chased me out. Mike was beginning to get real tired by then anyway. I felt good as I rode Mike's motorbike back home. Mike was getting better and acting more like himself.
Late the next morning I rode to the hospital for another visit and Mike was much improved over even last night. Very bright eyed and yakking up a storm about how bad the food was and this and that... He had Donny laughing his little ass off and I was so happy to see the Mike I knew and loved. Donny's doctor came in for some kind of procedure on the kid and he pulled the curtains around Donny's bed. When he was finished Mike and I heard him tell Donny to get some rest... he'd had a tough time sleeping last night and he needed to nap. A little later we heard soft little sleeping sounds coming from behind Donny's curtains.
Mike and I were planning what we'd do after the hospital. We had gotten the OK for him to stay with me and I'd be the nurse. Mike had quite a few wise cracks about that development. His mother was so grateful I was going to look after Mike. She simply couldn't afford to miss work and lose the income. When school started in a week we'd have to adjust our schedule some. So we made some plans and all of a sudden Mike gets this bright eyed look on his face. He says, "Richie, I'm so fooking horny you have got to suck me off......... or I'll scream." I tried to talk some sense into him but he finally used his pissed off voice, "Richie, don't be such a cunt. Get your head under these covers and do your job!" It's not that I wasn't dying to suck him off, but here? "Do it now, Richie!" I lifted up the covers and could see he'd pulled the hospital "Johnny" up so his cock was right there and semi stiff already. It did look yummy so I grabbed hold and started sucking it. Oh my God did it get hard quick. My cock got just as hard, just as quick..... Mike and I began humping our hips in unison. His hips humped his boner in and out of my throat and my hips humped my boner against the side of Mike's bed.
In two minutes or so the first squirt of cum shot out of Mike's cock and then the flood gates opened and cum was every where. Days of old....his cock got pulled from my mouth and it was firing shots of cum in my face and hair. I was grabbing my own crotch and I could feel I was just about ready to explode when the door to Mike's room was bumped. "Huh?".... I pulled my head out of the covers and there was a candy striper backing into the room pulling a dolly with the guys' lunches on it. I went "Yipes" and shot over to the bathroom and closed the door before she could get a decent look at me. Candy striper or not I had to finish off my climax. I turned on the sink faucet to have the sound of running water cover my jerking off noise and quickly stroked my boner. In 30 seconds a long stream of cum shot out of my pee hole across the shower's nylon curtain. Then some on my pants and the rest drooling over my fist. I had my mouth against the bicep of my left arm to muffle my squeal as I shot off. Awesome climax... the whole time I was thinking about how I'd just sucked Mike's cock a couple minutes ago.....
When my heart stopped trying to beat through my chest cavity I began to wonder how much the candy striper saw. I listened but couldn't hear voices so I opened the door a crack and it was just Mike, no candy striper. He's staring at me as he says, "Richie, get your ass over here and help me open this milk carton. For Christ sake what were you doing in there so long?"
Big smart ass grin on his face. I meekly left the bathroom as I was wiping the cum off the front of my shorts. "Well, that was random, Mikey." I said. He stopped trying to open his milk and told me not to call him 'Mikey'. He barely lets his mother use "Mikey". I said, "OK, Mikey...you got it." Then I hear, "Hey, Richie, get over here and pull this god damned curtain from around my bed. I got to talk to you two guys." Donny was giving me orders now. "Yes sir, Donny. Nice to see you again too. How ya doing, ya little ball buster?"
Donny said, "Mike you promised. I heard you squealing when you shot your load, Mike. So come on now, it's my turn. " I was dumb founded. "What are you talking about, Donny?" I asked. He was casually checking out the food on the tray I had just rolled over for him. Mike smirked and ate something from his tray. "Matter of fact", Donny said, "I was talking about Mike's promise." And just what might that promise be, Donny?" I asked. "Oh, not much....just that he'd order you to blow me and suck my cock. That's all. I've never been blown and Mike said it was about time I was. Can't say I disagree with him. It's no biggy." I couldn't speak, but I was trying to....moving my jaw to see if a word would come out. Mike said, "Donny, what is in the blue container?" "Fuck if I know." came the reply. "Is this jello, ya think...the orange stuff?" "Fuck if I know" was Donny's repeat reply.
I stood there staring at Mike and I was legitimately mad. It was really embarrassing beyond belief. I was speechless. Finally Mike said, "Oh come on, Richie. Donny told me he'd love to feel what it's like to get his little dick sucked. I told him we're not gay, but we screw around having fun. You're only young once, right? He won't tell anyone for Christ sake. It's not the kind of thing you tell someone. And let's not bull shit each other...you'd love to suck on that young cock."
They talked me into it after a while. I wanted to please Mike and then I started wondering.....yeah, what does a 14 year old cock taste like. Donny was as cute as can be, so.... what the hell. Mike wants me to and it will be a story we'll tell each other for years. I said "OK, I'll do it. You two are such perves." Donny said, "Yeah, yeah....I'm real anxious so how bout you come on over right now, cock sucker, and get your mouth on my cock...real quick like, huh?"
My mouth dropped open again at the balls of this cute kid and I looked over to Mike like I was saying ... What the fuck?.... Mike was laughing hard, but he managed to say, " the kid is teasing you for Christ sake. " Donny did have a big smile on his face so I go over and pick up his sheet. He said, "Pull up that 'Johnny' and get sucking, Richie." I could hear the laugh in his voice now so I knew they were just having fun teasing me. I could just imagine all the planning they'd done about this today, before I got here. Mike coaching Donny on how to be dominate. I have to admit, Donny was a quick learner.
I pulled up his 'Johnny' and picked up his limp dick. It was about four inches long and his pube area was sparse. I cupped his balls with my other hand and put his cock in my mouth. It was quickly apparent that the sponge baths were not making it down this far. He had a strong teen smell that bordered on bad body odor, but his cock was nice and hardened up real fast.
I realized that I kinda liked the raunchy smell. Donny had both his hands in my hair immediately and he began squirming right off the bat. He could not stay still. Squealing noises replaced his smart ass comments and very soon he was humping his hips trying to satisfy his need to climax. Boy oh boy did he shoot off. Nice creamy cum and it did taste a little different from Mike's. He was squawking and yipping and flopping around on that bed. It was fun! When he calmed down, Donny said, "Holy shit!! That was freaking HOT!! Oh my god, I never imagined anything could get me off that fast and that hard. You rock Richie!!"
I did a little bow and joined in the laughter. Mike was roaring with laughter....he thought Donny's uncontrollable squirming and squealing and hooting and all was hilarious...... and it was a big blast. We were all best buddies now and Mike told me later how he thought that was a great hot shit move on my part. Fun and wild. He said I was getting just like him. It gave us another secret and it brought us closer. I could feel Mike growing more and more attached to me by the hour. I was real glad I did it.
I went to visit twice a day for the next two days and then Mike was released. No other blow jobs in the hospital. We felt we'd used up all our luck not getting caught with Mike and Donny's first ever hospital blow jobs. Well, Donny's first ever blow job anywhere. Donny left the day before Mike's release and they had exchanged EM and cell phone numbers, promising to keep in touch. What with the drive home and all ......by the time Mike's mother and me got him settled in my bed Mike was totally wiped out. He was getting stronger, but was still weak overall and got wicked tired real fast.
It seemed I was real tired too. The worry about Mike and the hospital visits stressed me out and wore me out. I didn't want to bother Mike in the bed though because his back was extremely sore from the surgery and all that. Plus his left arm was still taped to his side. I used the sleeping bag on the floor and went to sleep almost immediately. It was almost 4pm when I woke up felling groggy and out of sorts. I lay there a second and then I remembered Mike. He was still sleeping so I got to stare at him again. One of my favorite past times.
There was a saliva stain on the pillow and a dried saliva trail from the corner of Mike's mouth down his chin....I felt like licking it. From no where came my tears again............ I thought about the incompetent person that almost caused Mike to lose his life. How different my life would be without Mike. I thought about Tony taking charge and getting us to run that last block to catch the bus. If we missed that bus Mike would most likely be dead. Oh my god did I start crying at how close it had all been. I sat back down on the sleeping bag and tried to get some control over my feelings. It was awful.
In a little while I heard, "What's wrong, Richie?" Mike asked this in a concerned voice. He was hanging over the side of the bed looking at me. "Nothing, Mike.....it's just a crying jag thinking of how close we came to losing each other. Well, I guess mostly how close I came to losing you."
Mike blew out some air and said, "I know I don't tell you how much you mean to me Richie. I have a hard time doing that. Can't you see that I care for you, OK.... that I love you, by the way I act around you?" His voice got lower and lower with each word until I could barely hear him. Sitting on the floor on my sleeping bag I looked up at his sincere face.....his eyes were watery and he needed me to say that I knew.....say that I knew he loved me so I said, "Yeah, Mike...I know. Thanks for reminding me of that."
Mike motioned with his head for me to get up and I did get up so we could kiss and I could cry some more. This time it was a happy cry. In less than a week school started and I got permission to come home at early lunch and also to miss my last class, a study period, to look in on Mike. This worked out fine. He improved slowly and I brought homework home that we did together every afternoon. The school put us in all the same classes so I could keep Mike current on the class work. All the school arrangements were made by Mike's mom and my dad. My dad isn't much for insisting on things but Mrs Sullivan was a dominate force when it came to insisting. Things worked out great.
After two weeks I gingerly climbed in bed with Mike so we could start sleeping together again. I'd been administering therapeutic blow jobs for Mike on a regular basis just exactly like a good nurse should. It was a full month before Mike cautiously attempted to administer a therapeutic fuck for me and it was such a success we engaged in that activity on a regular basis again. He wasn't able to be as rough with his screwing so we naturally fell into more tender love making. He liked my legs back near my head with him up slightly on his knees, looking into my face as he did long, slow, steady strokes as deep inside me as he could get. He'd lean down so we could kiss while he humped into me rabbit syle fast for 10 or 12 humps before returning to the slow, deep and steady penetrations. I was blowing long strings of cum up on my chest that would get squished between us when he laid on me for a rest and a kiss. Awesome doesn't cover it from my perspective. Some nights just laying behind me, both of us on our sides he'd slowly, oh so slowly enter me and take 15 minutes of easy fucking before be blew our loads. It was torture in some ways, but oh such sweet torture for sure. I simply could not get enough of Mike.
After a couple of disappointing set-backs, health and strength-wise, Mike made it to school at the middle of the first semester. Boy, was I ever having a fun life. Mike didn't say he loved me hardly ever, but I knew he did. It would take a few more months for Mike to be back to his full 100% self, but he was really making great progress and we fell into a routine and enjoyed our life. Mike and me and Tony, Mac...all the guys. We met after school more often than the boardwalk as the weather got cooler, but we still met up to goof off together.
It was a lazy Saturday morning....... Mike and me were just chilling on the little front porch of our house, enjoying a beautiful, unseasonably warm October day. Up the street comes a U Haul truck and it pulls over and parks two doors down from us. "Somebody is moving into the Arnold place already." I casually mentioned to Mike. We look and see two guys get out of the truck as a Mini Cooper convertible pulls in beside it. A middle age lady gets out of the passenger side and a young guy gets out of the driver's side. A tree pretty much blocked our view of the guy. The lady opens the front door of the old Arnold place and the two men begin unloading the U Haul and moving furniture inside. "Did you get a look at that kid, Mike?" I asked, but Mike had lost interest in the new neighbors.
"Richie, can you scratch my back where that god damn scar is. As it heals deeper and deeper down, the more it seems to Itch ......it's enough to drive me crazy and I can't reach that spot very well." I took three steps over to Mike and leaning over him, as he sat in the rocker, I began rubbing and scratching his incision scar from the outside of his T Shirt. I said in a joking way.... just messing around, "God, you have a great natural scent, Mike. That means, you smell good.... in case ya didn't know. I'd like to lick your face and maybe...."
Before I could finish I heard a guy's voice say, "Oh, sorry guys. I didn't realize you were busy." I turned around and saw a very cute looking kid about our age standing in front of our porch. I said, "What?' and then getting flustered and speaking too fast I said, "...he had an itch he couldn't reach. He was stabbed and it's healing, but it itches and..."
Mike calmly interjected with a question for the new kid, "You moving in down the way there, are ya?" I busied myself looking into our house through the screen door as if something interesting was happening there. My face was red because I wasn't sure how much that kid had heard and I'd been kind of, almost..... laying on Mike while he sat in the rocking chair and I scratched his back. The more I tried to forget about it the redder my face got and, consequently.... the harder I looked at nothing through the screen door with my back to the new kid.
The kid said, "Yeah, me and my mother are renting it for a while. You guys both live here?" Mike answered for us because I was still busy looking at nothing, "Yeah, Richie here lives with his old man and I'm a guest for a while. Like he said, I was stabbed and Richie is helping me rehab some." The kid said, "Well, I'm Tom Brown and I'm real glad to meet ya." He stuck out his hand and Mike got half out of his rocker and shook the kid's hand saying, "Mike Sullivan.... and this here shy fellow is Richie Mealey. What grade you going into?"
Tom was going into the same grade as us and, as he told us that, he came up on the porch and sat up on the railing. I finally turned around to look at him. He was wearing only tight gym shorts with shower flip flops on his feet. Nothing else. His body was very hot....very well put together. Smooth and taut. I said, "That your real name, Tom Brown?" "Well Richie, why wouldn't it be?" He asked with a smirk on his face and a tilt of his head. Kind of a smart ass attitude. "Well, ya know.... Tom Brown school days or school house or something like that. I think it's an old English book or old black and white movie. English, like the UK? Ya know what I mean?" Tom stared at me a second and then looked over at Mike and said, "You have any fucking idea what he's talking about?" Mike shook his head and said,"Not a fucking clue. But, here's the thing about that.....he's my best bud, so if you're thinking about dumping on him, I'd advise you strongly against it." Tom was cool as a cucumber in his reply, "Advise is a good thing, Mike. Hey, once in a blue moon I even follow it."
I was really staring at Tom now because he was very attractive. It was almost impossible not to stare at him. A very cute face and long lashes blinking over bright green eyes. I have green eyes too, but not nearly as distinctive as Tom's. He was something to look at alright and I was getting a bit of a stiffy. When I noticed Tom staring back at me I turned away to look inside my house, at nothing, again. We were all silent for a half a minute or so until Mike asked me for a cigarette and that gave me something to do besides stare inside the house. We both lit up.
To be polite, I asked Tom if he wanted a cigarette and he said, "No thank you, Richie. By the way, either of you guys hear about the recent rumor going around that cigarette smoking may not be good for you? Huh? Something about it causing heart disease, lung cancer and annoying things like that. In fact, and I believe I'm right here..... I think that the even the tobacco companies now endorse this premise 100%." Mike blew a series of perfect smoke rings toward Tom and I said, "No shit?"
Mike took another big inhale and blew that toward Tom too. The smoke curled around Tom's head. He ignored it and smiled at us. Mike said, "Tom, you forgot to get dressed today." Tom laughed at this and said he was wearing three things. "Well, it's three things if you count each one of my flip flops." I stared at his crotch involuntarily thinking he had meant he wasn't wearing anything under his gym shorts.
Tom said, "You guys aren't brothers, are you?.....you don't look anything alike. But, oh yeah, that's right....you already said Richie is your best bud. How about you Richie, is Mike your best bud?" I said "Yep" but I was staring at Tom's crotch again. He was wearing those very tight gym shorts and as he sat there on the porch railing, with his legs spread wide,
his package looked quite large. After ten seconds or so I looked up to see both Tom and Mike staring at me as I was staring at Tom's crotch. My face got red again and I turned to look inside the screen door once more cupping my hands on either side of my face to help me see nothing better....
Starting a new topic, Tom told us he'd lived with his mother in New York for two years, but it got too expensive. They were having a little house built in a nearby town, but it would take the better part of a year to be completed so they'd rent here in the meantime. He said, "We got stuck on the New York three-way for over an hour on the ride down." I turned around and said, "Three-way? You mean the New York thru-way, route 287....thru-way it's called, not three-way?" He said," yeah, that's what I said. Thru-way." I insisted he'd said 3-way and Mike finally chimed in with a bored voice, "Richie, he did say 3-way and he knows he did. He said it on purpose.
Didn't you Tom?" Tom said, "You guys are a fucking riot!! I guess you two pull that shit on everybody. Am I right? This is going to be a blast living almost next door to you two. Gotta go help out with the moving thing right now though. See you boys soon, I hope. I just got a feeling we're all going to be wicked tight together... CIAO!" And off he swaggered with me staring at him again ..this time at his cute, hot, tight ass......
Mike took a last drag and then flicked his cigarette butt into the street and jutting his chin in the direction that Tom walked off to said, "There goes trouble with a capitol fucking "T"....
to be continued..