When it's spring in the Midwest the thing
that I'm always aware of is the fecundity of the earth. Even
if you never leave the house the smell of the earth, its richness
and fertility are like a humming in the background. The land
is coming alive before your eyes. This morning a large part
of that hum was the chirping of birds.
I was lying in bed with Michael who had
had a restless night. Finally around four he fell into a deep
sleep and now at six the sunlight and the birds hunting for
mates were threatening to wake him up.
I slid out of bed as carefully as possible
and walked to the windows and pulled the drapes closed. That
helped with the sunlight but not the birds. Well, you can't
control everything. I grabbed my bathrobe and quietly left the
room. A nurse was sitting outside of the door reading a magazine.
She looked up at me.
"Is Mr. Worthington okay?" She asked softly.
I kept my voice low. "Yes, he's fine but
he didn't really get to sleep until around four so we probably
should leave him alone for awhile. Is there any medication that
he needs to take?"
"Is he in pain?"
I shoved my hands into the pockets of
my robe. "If he is he's hiding it well. He didn't talk about
pain. Would he be in pain? I mean I never thought to ask him...........but
surely he would have said." God I'm stupid! Of course he's in
pain! How the fuck wouldn't he be in pain, everything's broken?
I looked at the nurse in panic. "So what
do you give em if he's in pain? I mean like pills, shots?"
The nurse stood up and took my arm. "If
he's asleep he's not in pain. Later if we need to we'll give
him something." She smiled at me. "Stop worrying we won't let
anything happen to him." I gotta get a grip.
Something occurred to me as I was walking
away and I stopped and turned back to the nurse. "I'll give
him his sponge bath."
She opened her mouth, closed it and then
smiled. I forced myself not to grin. "He's very shy!"
She went back to her magazine but muttered.
"Yes, Mr. Palmer." Fuck it! The whole world thinks that I'm
a perv anyway.
I was sitting crosslegged on the bed next
to Michael. He was naked under the covers and I was wearing
boxers and a tee shirt. There was a tray straddling his lap
with breakfast on it, scrambled eggs, hash browns, bacon and
toast. I had basically the same thing on a tray next to me.
I was watching Michael eat and kinda picking at my own food.
I smiled at him. "You're doing pretty
He took a bite of toast, looked down,
then up and grinned. "You gonna do this every day?"
He glanced over at the nightstand. "It's
ten o'clock in the morning. You're usually at work by eight."
"Keep eating!" I ate a piece of my bacon,
I guess to show him how. God I'm a fucking idiot. "Besides I
gotta give you a bath."
"Jeff, you can't do this every day. You've
got a company to run, Rosie needs you."
I laughed. "The only thing that Rosie
needs is permission and I can give her that from here." I reached
over and lightly held the side of his face in my hand. "I want
to do this. I especially want to bathe you." He smiled at me
and I smiled back.
"You are such a perv! You know that I
can't move so you wanna have your way with me."
I nodded while I chewed. "Something like
that." We had kinda planned on having sex last night but ended
up holding hands and falling asleep, at least I did. Michael
slept a little and then fidgeted and at one point even seemed
to be crying. I didn't know what to do so I just held his hand.
I know, it doesn't seem like enough.
He laughed. "Cool! Sooooo like what are
ya gonna do to me?"
"Nothing until you finish your breakfast.
You know that it takes calories to repair all the damage that's
been done to your body. So eat!"
He took a bite of eggs and spoke while
he chewed. "Yes, Mom." He put his fork down and said. "Oh fuck!
My parents...............I didn't tell them! Jeff, what am I
gonna do? My mom will be soooo pissed!"
"Calm down, Babe! You want me to call
em. Wait...........why tell them at all?"
"I gotta tell em!"
"Why? What can they do? Are you gonna
heal any faster knowing that your mom is worried sick about
"Jeff, you can say that but it doesn't
matter. If I don't tell them she will totally freak when she
does find out. My dad would probably understand but mom would
go into orbit." My relationship with Michael's parents was okay
bordering on good. It wasn't the life they would have picked
for him but they could deal with the reality. I knew how they
felt. I liked them. They were hard working straightforward people
who wanted the best for their son.
"Michael, give it a week. Cause as soon
as your mom hears she's gonna be up here and in a week you're
gonna look lots better."
"You don't think that I should call my
"I'm just saying lets wait.........just
a little while."
"What do I tell her when she finds out
how long I waited?"
"Tell her that I wouldn't let you call,
that I didn't want her to worry. I'll back you up. She can be
mad at me."
"No........that wouldn't be fair. I mean
I think that you're right about waiting but I'm not laying it
off on you. She wouldn't believe it anyway."
He finished up his breakfast like a good
boy and then glanced around the room.
"Did you lock the door?"
"Then I want my bath." He looked up at
me. "You do understand that by bath I mean sex?"
"Okay but before I get you dirty I wanna
get you clean."
He looked at me with some trepidation.
"What are you gonna do?"
I climbed out of bed very aware of my
erection tenting out the front of my boxers. "Soap and water,
basic stuff, nothing to be afraid of. I promise not to hurt
you." I walked around the bed wrapped him in my arms and kissed
him deeply and marveled for the million time that he was mine.
"I think that maybe I can make you feel really good."
As our kiss broke his mouth followed mine
reluctant to separate. He called after me. "You always make
me feel good."
I went into the bathroom and came back
with a plastic pan about half filled with warm water. Soap towels
and wash clothes were under my arm.
I looked at him and grinned. "I was figuring
on starting at the top and working my way down."
"Wouldn't it be better if I stood? I mean
I've got the one good leg and then everything would be more
accessible." He glanced up at me and saw me smiling. "You shit
head you're fucking enjoying this! I gotta stand here and let
you wash my ass and you're fucking enjoying it."
I leaned over the bed and kissed him.
"Okay..........I am but not for bad reasons, at least I don't
think that there bad. It's just that I get to do this for you."
I wasn't sure how to put this into words but I knew that I could
easily fuck it up.
"It's like a gift really, not from me
to you but from you to me. Michael, you don't need me to do
this. The nurse could come in and do it. But your letting me
do it is a gift. It's an opportunity to show you how much I
love you. I don't mind washing your ass. There's nothing about
you that's dirty or bad to me. I love every part of you at all
times." I reached out and ran the back of my knuckles over his
face. "I know that you feel uncomfortable and probably exposed
and vulnerable.........I would too. I wanna show you that no
matter what....that you can count on me."
He gave me a crooked grin. "You talk good."
I smiled. "I gotta. I got this lover who
is sooooo difficult and such a pain in the butt and I always
have to answer his lame-ass questions so that I just gotta be
good at talking."
"Smartass! Help me outta bed. This'll
work better with me standing."
With my help Michael slid gently from
the bed and stood next to it naked. My hands were on his waist
and shoulder steadying him as he leaned back against the bed.
He looked at my tee shirt and boxers.
"It'd help if you were naked too. Maybe
I wouldn't feel so exposed."
"You mean you wanna look at my dick?"
Michael smiled. "Yeah.........something
I stripped off and tossed my underwear
on the bed. My cock was pointing at the ceiling. Michael reached
out tentatively and wrapped his hand around my cock.
He looked up at me and smiled. "I've really
missed this guy."
"Lemme clean you up and then he's all
yours, whatever you want you've got."
I soaped up one of the washcloths and
starting with his face running the soapy washcloth slowly over
his forehead. I said, "Close your eyes." He did and I washed
his whole face and then rinsed out the washcloth and cleaned
off the soap. He hated it, I would too but he stood for it.
He lifted his good arm and I washed his armpit while he made
a face at me. I lifted his bad arm and did the same. I washed
his chest and stomach slowly and carefully and then dried them.
His cock was hard but I ignored it and lifted his balls and
washed them and then his cock. He told me not to spend too much
time on it because he'd cum if I did so I didn't.
I got down on my knees and kissed his
cock. He yelped, "Unnnnn! I'll cum!"
"Calm down. I just couldn't resist. You
know it's not like I've had a string of callboys running through
here while you were in the hospital. I'm horny too."
I washed his legs and then washed the
part of his good foot that I could reach. I stood up and said,
"Okay let's get you turned around." He grunted but we did a
slow pivot thing that left him facing the bed.
Michael's back was a broad vee that tapered
to a narrow waist and the prettiest butt on the planet. I soaped
down the back of his neck and then washed his whole back in
broad strokes and cleaned up the soap with a fresh damp washcloth.
"Oh now the good part."
Michael said, "Jeff, I can sense you laughing."
"No you can't."
"As a patient you sure are a pain in the
butt. Speaking of butts," I separated his muscular ass cheeks
with the warm soapy cloth, "yours is a work of art."
He gasped, "Holy fuck that feels good!"
I couldn't resist and slid my finger into his chute.
It was my turn to gasp, "Ohhhhhh damn!"
Michael is one tough guy. He'll fight
with anyone about anything and nobody, including me, gets him
to do anything that he doesn't want to do but when he wants
to be topped he gets this aura about him and makes a soft little
sound in the back of his throat that taps into my brain and
floods me with emotions and need.
I can feel my hands shaking. I ask him,
"Can I? You don't have to say yes, Michael. I wouldn't hurt
you for the world."
"I need you, Jeff!" There's a panic in
"You've got me...........forever! You
want me to do this?"
"Jeff, if you don't fucking do it I'm
gonna cum before you get in me!"
I line up behind him and push my cock
down so that I can line it up with where it needs to go. Moving
forward I touch it to his asshole and he moans. There's so many
places on his body that can't be touched but finally I move
my right arm around him and hold him with the palm of my hand
against his abs. My cock moves slowly forward and I penetrate
him slightly and then back off. Then move forward again and
move about an inch into his hot ass.
He gasps and shoots his load his asshole
clenching the head of my cock like a pulsing vice. His whole
body is vibrating and he cries out. "Oh fuck, oh fuck!"
I'm still holding him tight and I whisper
in his ear, "Guess you were horny." I kiss the back of his neck
and move my hand down to his cock. It's still pretty hard and
getting harder. "Ohhhhh you are a horny boy!"
"Put it in, Jeff."
"I haven't taken it out."
"All the way! Come on! Fuck me! Please,
Jeff...........I really need this."
"So do I Mikey, so do I."
The room had been cleaned up and we had
been cleaned up and drained. Michael was tucked into bed and
I was dressed and about to head out to the office. I climbed
into bed with him he turned to face me and his beautiful hazel
eyes had a sleepy post coital quality to them. I laid my head
next to his and stared into his eyes.
I moved my head an inch and kissed him.
My voice was a whisper. "Hot man."
His good hand reached out and touched
my forehead. "You called me Mikey."
I stopped to think. "Oh........yeah...........I
guess that I did. Sorry, I didn't think about it."
He smiled at me in almost a vulnerable
little boy way. "I liked it." He turned his head and looked
at the ceiling. "Dumb huh?"
I put my hand on his neck and pulled him
into another kiss. "Nothing about you is dumb."
In the driveway Paul held open the door
of the limo and mumbled a good morning even though we were approaching
noon. The guy riding shotgun looked like a hundred miles of
bad road. The suit and tie somehow didn't work for him. I could
picture him in some sort of uniform with a gun in his hand.
I nodded at him and he nodded back.
As we pulled out of the driveway the telephone
in the car rang, it was Fred Garagan.
"I think that I have the answers, Mr.
Palmer or at least some of them."
"While Mr. Parthing did indeed hit your...........friend,
but he didn't kill that boy that you found."
""How do you know?"
"Mr. Parthing is...............staying
"Has he been.............hurt?"
"No sir! Mr. Parthing has seen the error
of his ways. I'm a little surprised that you don't recognize
the name. He was your ex mother-in-laws gardener."
"Oh you're fucking kidding! Why didn't
I think of that bitch? What was he after?"
"It seems that your ex-wife was concerned
that with Mr. Worthington in the picture that if anything should
happen to you that your children might not get all that she
felt that she was entitled to."
"Was she going to make sure that something
happened to me?"
"Ahh.......that has yet to be determined.
It's possible but we may never know."
"Will he put this all in writing?"
"If we move him. I told him that we would
be willing to move him to his sister's place in Idaho. He would
need enough to buy a trailer and a few other things."
"Do you know Prendergast and Thane?"
"The trial attorneys?"
"Yes. I need you to bring him to their
offices. We'll give him everything that he wants but I want
a deposition with plenty of witnesses."
"When would you like him there?"
"Gimme an hour."
I hung up with Fred and called Rosie.
"Sweetheart, I need you to lean on Bill Prendergast."
I could sense Rosie shifting her weight
and putting a hand on her hip. "Want me to hurt em?"
I laughed. "No, Rosie, you only do that
to people who aren't on our side."