My Wild Side

Thanks for everything==>Danny, Donna, and TG. Ya'll make it so much better!

Stephan

nwmusclestud@hotmail.com

My Wild Side Chapter Twelve

"Yeah, and I'll leave you notes too."

With that, passionate lovemaking took over, and it lasted over three hours and well into the wee morning hours. We were both horny as hell for each other. It seemed as if our insatiable desires for each other were still perking. Finally around 3 am, we fell asleep; I laid on his wonderful body, and felt like I was where I belonged.

Soon the big day arrived. Thanksgiving. Most students stayed in Austin that Thursday, to attend the states biggest football rivalry--Texas A&M versus The University of Texas. Rick, Stephen and I got a lucky draw and had seats on the fifty yard-line, middle up in the lower section of the field. One could hardly ask for better seats. It was a packed crowd, and body contact was very close with everyone scurrying around.

My two musculars protected me from getting hit as they hung close enough to not bump into me, but they wouldn't let anyone other than themselves even close to my injured body. I felt really good about being with my two protectors. I had told Jerry where we would be sitting, and once he saw us (really me) in place he fisted his hands in the air and I could see him yelling his ritualistic "yes, yes, yes." He was energized, as I had never seen him before.

I said a little sarcastic prayer for the poor A&M defenders that would try to stop him.

The game was tight throughout the first half, with UT having the slight scoreboard advantage of 3 points. It was still anyone's game. Jerry had asked that I come down to the locker room at half time. He had made special arrangements with the coach's and with the ever-present security men. Stephen and Rick escorted me to the locker room, and as I went in, I saw Jerry sitting with the team--they were being given their pep talk. He saw me, and nodded to the coach, and then proceeded to my side. He didn't have anything really to say--he just wanted to see me. I wanted to give him something to boost his spirits, so I asked him to unlock the gold chain that had been around my neck. His neck was huge, and I had secretly measured it when he had passed out from one of my frequent antics.

I had it specially ordered, as it was 28 inches in length. It wasn't a puny ass one either, it was a thick rope type chain and it was manly at the sight. Once it came, I put it around his neck when he had once again passed out from my attention to his body. I wanted to make sure it was the proper length. I like gold necklaces on guys that hang to just below the indention where the collarbones join at the chest. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a football shaped pendant, which the jeweler had inscribed according to my wishes. We moved so no one could see us and I placed it on the chain and had him bow his head so I could attach it properly. I had the jeweler put a special safety link on it so it wouldn't come off of his neck in the rough playing during his remaining games. His number was inscribed on it's front, and on it's back, with the smallest lettering possible, I had the following inscribed.

"I'm your quarterback--You're my wide receiver. Palm"

I kissed him passionately on his lips, and it lasted only for a few seconds, but he fully understood the meaning. Since I hadn't given him a chance to read what was inscribed, I quoted it word for word and told him his number was on the front side. Tears ran down his cheeks as he got emotional. I rubbed them away, and he composed himself and once again was in control. I checked to make sure he was ok to return to his team. I reached under his jersey and tweaked his nipps, and as I turned to leave I said:

"You're my receiver, now go get 'em-show 'em who's boss!"

With that I turned and left. I was so happy and filled with satisfaction, that I had tears dribbling down my cheeks. I wiped them off before returning to my muscled protectors who stood just outside the locker room. They both noticed my reddened eyes, but said nothing to me about it. We got some pop and popcorn and returned to our stadium seats. Some people had inadvertently sat in our seats, and before long we were sitting there instead.

The teams returned to the field, and I noticed my wide receiver watching me. During the remainder of the game, Jerry never missed a single pass. He scored three touchdowns and was the University's hero of the day. He of course was my hero too. Stephen, Rick and I waited in the stands until most of the crowd had dissipated. We didn't wait around for Jerry, cause we knew he'd be celebrating with his jock buddies; however, I did so want to join him.

My very sore body was then escorted to my car. I didn't feel up to driving, so I asked Stephen to do the honors. We went out to eat, and I watched as Rick and Stephen bonded together over games of pool. I didn't much feel like doing all the bending and concentrating, so I just watched. After an hour, we dropped Rick off at the airport for his flight to Houston. To my surprise, he kissed both my stud muffin and myself goodbye, and he had tears rolling down his cheeks-apparently he didn't want to part our company. My remaining muscular drove us to Rockport, my hometown. I really didn't feel up to even going, but I didn't want to let Stephen down, as he had been looking forward to meeting his in laws (not that they knew it). He drove all of the two-hundred-fifty miles, and it was partly cloudy, with the sun shining most of the time. When we arrived, my golden retriever "Jubilee" greeted us most enthusiastically. She was a great dog, and I loved her almost as much as I did Stephen, Rick and Jerry and believe me that's saying a whole lot.

My parents met us at the door. They didn't know I was gay, and I wasn't about to tell them, at least not yet. My mother just went on and on about the injuries I had sustained. My father went on and on about how well Stephen looked, and they began bonding together over baseball. When Stephen stepped out of the room, I told my parents, that Stephen couldn't afford all the expenses at the University, and that I was helping him out on a loan basis.

They seemed pleased that I took an interest in his future (I chuckled a bit at that). If only they did know how I took an interest in him. We ate a late thanksgiving dinner, and I asked Stephen if he needed to phone his parents and wish them his blessing. He agreed, and made a thirty-minute phone call to Dallas. Stephen thanked my parents for allowing him the privilege to accompany me to my home. Instead, they thanked him for driving me, and told him to come with me whenever he wanted.

Before going to bed, the subject of Christmas vacation came up. I told my parents that Stephen had invited me join him and his parents for the holidays. They reluctantly agreed, and said it would be the first Christmas for me away from the family. I felt bad, but I would go with Stephen to the ends of the earth, if that's where he was going to be. Finally, time came, and nothing had been spoken about bedding arrangements, until my father spoke up.

"Son, you and Stephen will have to sleep in your room. We're having some redecorating done in the guest room. We apologize for the inconvenience, but that's all we have unless one of you wants to sleep on this hard and not very comfy sofa-bed."

Stephen's face had lit up like a lighted Christmas tree when my father had spoken those words. Absolutely nothing would deter his horniness from my room.

"Oh that's fine Sir, don't worry about me, Palmer and I will manage--we get along fine together."

My parents then left and went to their room; Stephen and I went to ours. I was curious about the redecorating, so I peaked a look into the guest room. I was expecting a huge mess, but instead and much to my surprise, it was spotlessly clean, and there was no hint of it being redecorated. Stephen looked in too, and reached his arm lightly around my waist. His chest was against my back as he kissed my cheek and grinned.

"Looks like you don't have to come out to your parents. Apparently they know."

I was stunned at the thought of my parents knowing of my gaydom, but I was even more shocked when I opened the door to my room. My double sized bed had been replaced with a King size spring and mattress set. A note lay on top of it, which said: "Ya'll enjoy."

I lost all composure, and fell hard on the floor and as I did, I re-injured my ribs, and screamed in pain. Stephen was instantly at my side and was picking me up as my parents burst into the room. They demanded that I go to the emergency room to see if I had broken my once healing ribs--Stephen concurred. I couldn't talk them out of it, and once again to a hospital I went.

X-rays determined that I had indeed re-injured a rib, as there was a small fracture line on the x-ray, and I had another broken rib. The doctors said they could only wrap me with tape, and other than that there was nothing that could really be done. They taped me and sent me away with a prescription for Tylenol III. It wasn't an over the counter prescription, but since it was late at night they gave me three pills to get me by, along with explicit directions as to it's use and dosage.

We returned to my home, and I sent Stephen up to the bedroom as I needed to talk to my parents in private. I broached the subject of my being gay, and they said that they had known for a number of years. That was humorously funny, cause I didn't even know back then. They continued to say that since I hadn't dated girls, and had often looked eyeingly at guys, they sensed what was happening. They were cool with it, but did mention they would miss not having grandchildren.

"Maybe we can adopt, and then you'll have grandchildren to spoil all you want."

They smiled at that comment, and we said our goodnights. They called for Stephen to come downstairs so he could help me up the stairs. My stud was only dressed in long pants, and he swiftly came as he was called. My parents stared at his chest, and I grinned a small expression. They turned and went to their room, and us to ours.

"Well, now what do you think about my nipps looking like this? That was embarrassing as hell."

"I know it was, and I'll have a talk with my parents and explain a little about my wild side. They'll understand--believe me."

We didn't say anything else throughout the night, we just laid there on my new bed, and played lovingly with each other. I sucked on his nipples, and rubbed his now chested hair stubble, and gently loved each other into a deep sleep. The Tylenol III took its toll on me--I was groggy even throughout the next day. I didn't take any more of that stuff. I only took Tylenol extra-strength, whenever pain arose, and it only happened twice.

I did my obligatory, and spoke to my parents about Stephen's nipps. It was hard for me, but I explained only enough about my wild side. They were satisfied with my explanation, but asked that he have a shirt on when around them and others. I told them it wouldn't be a problem, and we left the conversation at that. Stephen continued to bond well with my father, and he especially bonded with my mother, as he helped her clean up the kitchen and put away the dishes. She was thoroughly impressed with my stud. I knew he'd do well.

Sunday, before we left for Austin, Stephen and I walked the beach. There weren't many people out and about, so we held hands and cuddled one another as we walked. Only a few people smirked at us, but the majority smiled. We overheard one couple talking about us, as they said that we looked odd but cute. They thought the sized difference, me being so much shorter than my stud muffin was odd. I was glad they said it that way, cause I didn't want Stephen to start thinking again about his lankiness days in high school. We left a little after 1pm, just after a huge lunch prepared by my mom. As we arrived in San Antonio, I had him stop and top off the gas tank. We hadn't used much, and he was a little curious as to why now. I just smiled a wicked grin.

"Oh no you don't! You're not going to do what I think you are... Are you?"

I didn't answer, I just smiled and nodded my head. There was no telling what he was thinking, but he was probably right. Once on the north side of Helotes, I then began fumbling with the button at the top of his trousers, and proceeded to unzip 'em. They were down below his knees in record time. Well you do have to consider I was still incapacitated due to my injuries and in close quarters. He was already shirtless, and on the way to San Antonio, he was well massaged and nipped. He just shook his head in disbelief.

"What if someone drives by or we pass someone? They'll see everything."

"I don't think anyone will be able to see in, unless an eighteen-wheeler passes or we pass one, and we have tinted windows. You can always roll 'em up with the side panel controls."

After having that said, I began my assault as I sucked his nipps until they were red and inflamed. I deeply massaged his pecs into a pile of soft tissue, and once we were in Bandera, he creamed his sweet sauce into my mouth. I was one horny dude as I kept assaulting his bod. I even gave him two huge and deep colored hickeys, one on each pec. His body felt funny on my lips and tongue, as I polished 'em off. Since his hair stubble had returned, it tickled my mouth, but it didn't deter my actions in the least bit. I had him pull off the highway and onto a private road, which led to anywhere but where people were. We got into the back seat, and I made love in his ass. His ass was literally and physically mine, and I was going to keep it that way. The only thing said was a remark by him.

"You're a horny little bastard, aren't you!"

I just nodded as I continued the assault. I was frisky to say the least. I took full advantage of the opportunity, and of him. Back on the road again, I told him to be sure and keep within the speed limits unless he wanted a ticket for 'decent' exposure (yes I know it's indecent, but there was nothing indecent about my stud--he, he). It was beginning to get dark as we entered Austin's city limits. I reached down between his legs and pulled his pants up. But just before I zipped 'em, I groped his package and massaged it for a while. His cream hit him broadside on his abs as I stroked him. I cleaned his cock and sucked it for all it's worth, then enclosed his package within the confines of his denim, and gently patted his crotch. Since nothing else needed to be covered, I cleaned him up and he remained shirtless. I enjoyed the view tremendously, and continued to play with him as he drove.

Once back to our parking lot, he carried in all the luggage, and as he did, I once again marveled at my physiqual man. He was a sight to behold, and behold him I did. We unpacked and I drifted off to sleep as I lay on top of my stud muffin. It was the only position I could sleep in so my ribs wouldn't hurt (yeah sure--he, he!). He was restless that night, and every movement he made intensified twenty-fold on my sore ribs. I couldn't take it any longer, so without waking him (man was that hard), I got up and went to my bed. I adjusted some extra pillows I had, so as to copy my sleeping on his bod. It was ok, but not nearly as comfy.

The next morning, I awoke to find him sleeping next to me with his arm gently draped over my chest and his hand cupping my pec. He had apparently woken up and didn't want to sleep without me (isn't that cute--he, he). I gently removed his arm and hand and turned so I could watch my muscular sleep. After about fifteen minutes, I nudged him just enough to arouse him, and he gently kissed me on the cheek.

"Couldn't sleep without my teddy."

"Teddy?"

"Yeah, you know the one I sleep with all the time."

I cracked up at that comment.

"I may be the one you sleep with, but I'm no bear, and my name isn't Teddy. Bears are hairy, and there isn't much on me, that's for sure."

"Maybe not, but you're my Teddy, and you'll always be mine."

With that being said, he began his assault on my body. I thought I was going to die and go to heaven as he continued licking and sucking on me. I was in hysterics after about a minute, and it hurt so much as I cried in agony. He recanted somewhat, so I wouldn't laugh quite as hard, but continued on never-the-less. When he finished doing me, I did him, and I had him crying from laughter for about thirty minutes, but I wasn't merciful, and I didn't lighten up when he started crying.

We went down to breakfast, and found Jerry and Rick at our table. Stephen and I sat across from them, and I noticed Jerry had the gold rope necklace still around his neck. Both Rick's and Jerry's shirts were open as to display their massiveness. Stephen looked and me and I just shrugged innocently.

"They can't help showing me their wares."

All four of us cracked up at that, and I had to hold my ribcage so as not to hurt too much.

"Say Jerr, what did you do for Thanksgiving?"

"Nothing much, just stayed here on campus is all."

I nearly choked on my eggs, when he said that. I couldn't believe I had neglected having Jerr come with us to Rockport. Since his parents had died, he didn't have anyone except us. I knew then that Jerr would always be included with Stephen and I for any and all holiday time. Tears streamed down my face, and I looked at my stud muffin, who likewise was teary-eyed. He nodded to me as he was thinking the same thing I had been.

"Well, it's the last time you'll be alone for any holiday time. You'll come with Stephen and I whenever one occurs."

"Yeah, I'd like for you to come too, and Rick if he wants."

Jerr looked at us and nodded as a few tears trickled down his face. Rick looked over at Jerr, and nodded too.

We continued eating for a while and then split up. We went our separate ways as Rick went back to his dorm. Jerry took off for a class, and Stephen and I went to our room where we played a little more, and after a while, we took off to our individual classes.

My classes were boring as usual throughout the day, and I met Jerry outside his class at the appropriate time, and off we went to his room. We entered, and after he latched the door he began removing my clothes, but this time I stopped him. He looked rather perplexed, as he had always removed my clothing first. I just smiled and began unbuttoning his shirt. His chest once again had hair on it, and like Stephens, it was stubble.

Once he was sufficiently disposed of all clothing, I then let him remove mine. He couldn't pick me up newly wed style, because of my sore and aching ribs, so he opted instead by picking me up by using his hands as he placed them under my pits; He raised me gently, but it still hurt by the action of his upward thrust; however, I managed. I reached out and tugged on his gold chain, and grinned. He smiled back at me.

"I'll forever cherish it--it will never wantonly leave my body. Thank you so much. You do know that it was you who won that game for us. You inspired me so much that I couldn't fail-not with you there cheering me on. I looked up at you in the stands, and saw you cheering me on--it just did something to me. Every time I went out on the field, I tugged on the gold pendant to remind me that each and every play was for you."

I teared up as he kept on and on. Finally I said.

"Shut up you big lug, and let me take care of you."

With that, I began to molest his bod. I did the normal things that I could do, with myself being still somewhat sore from the injuries, but I managed to do him well. I told him about me having re-injured my ribs, and told him how I had grimaced in pain. I even told him that I couldn't sleep at nights on top of Stephen, and how I managed with the pillows. Jerry seemed to understand my love for Stephen, and he looked somewhat pained as I talked.

"Palm, what about me, what about us? Are we ever going to be able to be together, even when Stephen is around?"

I sat up and scooted off his firm body as I began my confession. I caressed his muscled physique, as I started.

"I've purposefully kept you away from Stephen, because of my fears of you stealing my stud away. I'm 'in love' with that big lug, but I love you to, I'm just not 'in love' with you. You understand what I'm saying? There's a difference-you understand don't you?"

"Yeah, I see, but you don't need to worry about Stephen and I. I love you, and, if the truth be known, I'm 'in love' with you. I know now that we'll never be the item I envision, but I'm still 'in love' with you and I always will be. Help me with this. I don't know if I can handle the rejection of your not being 'in love' with me."

I kissed him with all the passion I could muster, and looked at him as tears came streaming down his cheeks. I brushed them aside with my fingers and assured him that I would always love him, and that I would always be near him. After cuddling with him for a short period of time I brought him out of his complacency, as I climbed once again onto his muscled bod and sat on his steel-like throbber. It jumped toward my crack as if it had a mind of it's own.

This brought Jerry and I to laugh. I got off of it as I straddled his abs with my knees. I brought his throbber up--perpendicular to his body, and I slowly sat down on it as it continued inwardly. I let out a groan, and Jerry let out a moan. We were both being satisfied. I tensed my sphincter and squeezed his cock with all the intensity I could muster. I held it like that for as long as I could, and he shot his volleys violently within me.

I had just about lost all consciousness, and as I began to fall forward onto Jerry's taut muscles, he grabbed a hold of my arms and gently laid me onto his muscled physique. I had almost passed out, well I guess I did cause I opened my eyes to his gently stroking my hair with one hand and cupping my ass with the other. He was kissing my forehead lightly. I loved the gentle touch of my stubbled jock, and responded accordingly. Eventually, my strength returned and I once again sat up. His throbber was still hard, and had remained inside me. I sat up, and it felt as if his 9 incher would pop through my abs at any time. It was wonderful.

I told him that with my injuries and all that I couldn't do my wild thing to him, and he smiled as he told me that there would be plenty of time for that. He continued and told me that he understood that indeed Stephen and I were in it for the long haul, and that he'd have to settle for what 'Palmer' time he could get. That was one of the sweetest things I had ever heard, and I told him I would always remember it.

I had an appointment with Rick, so I needed to get going. I kissed Jerry on the nose and licked it, and continued my licking his body in a steady line to where his cock was. It still had my spunk on it, but I kissed its head none-the-less. I left him on the bed still recovering from his exertion as I took my hand and tweaked his nipples. I tugged on his gold pendant, and left him gasping for breath.

"I love you Jerry, I always will."

"Ditto, Palm, Ditto"

As I walked down the hallway toward the elevators, I got to thinking of the scenes from "Ghost." The word's Jerry spoke were from that movie. As I continued on, I found myself thinking of what he had said-he was 'in love' with me. My heart was so heavily burdened that I wasn't 'in love' with him, but I satisfied myself with the thought that I did love him. If only there could be a happy median.

I walked across campus and met up with a very jubilant Rick. He was on his way back to his dorm. The exact same place I was headed. He reached into his pocket and handed me a key, and told me that I would always be welcome in his room. That was so sweet. I hugged him right there in front of God and everyone else. It looked innocent enough though, but I meant it much more than the innocence of which it portrayed. Once behind his closed doors, I found myself totally naked within seconds. What was with everyone, wanting me naked the instant we were in private?

"God I've wanted to see you like this all day. I could hardly concentrate in class, for thinking of your hot bod against me."

"Yeah, I know what you mean, I haven't been able to concentrate either, with the thoughts of you, Stephen, and Jerry."

What was with me, I had practically all of my studs in turmoil, and Rick was just about to join the group.

"I know you're 'in love' with Stephen, and I know you love Jerry too, but what about me, what about us?"

Oh no, here we go again!

"Yeah, I know I love Jerry, and I love you too, but Stephen and I are married, or rather committed to each other for life. There will never be a time that I won't be committed to him. Please understand, I'm 'in love' with my stud muffin, but I love you and I love Jerry too. I just don't know what to do about it."

Rick looked so dejected, as I was talking to him, so I reached out and pulled his face down to where his eyes were looking into mine. I reached forward and pulled him to me, and kissed him with all the passion I could muster.

"I love you, you know that. Right?"

"Yeah, but I need so much more from you."

"Well, I'm here now. How about you show me how you feel."

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Thanks for everything==>Danny, Donna, and TG. Ya'll make it so much better!

Stephan

nwmusclestud@hotmail.com