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A New Beginning, Part 12

by Sparky


A New Beginning, Part 12 I skimmed the paper, read the comics and horoscope—this ought to be good! “Today is an 8—Like yesterday, you’re interested in doing something bold, taking steps into uncharted territory. Why hold back? Your instincts are generally good, so follow them. Taking a risk could work out well. And, it’s sure to be interesting!” “Jesus!” I thought, “You don’t know the half of it!” I’m not a believer in such things, sometimes I just read those things for amusement. I never considered palm readers, tarot cards, tea leaves, and similar consultations to be of interest, not even beginning to question their validity. But the last statement of today’s horror-scope really nailed it. I was amused, and it deserved a self indulgent chuckle of sorts. I turned my attention to something else I don’t normally do—the crossword puzzle, which was printed just under the horoscopes. Well, it was something to do and quiet. I started in and made the first pass at all the 71 “across” clues. I’d just started the 65 “down” clues, and was on number 6 “bossy bellow—3 letters, when the phone shattered the silence. I lunged for the nearest phone on the kitchen wall before it rang a second time. “What the God damn hell you doin’ at home, you son-of-a-bitchin’, mother f….” I cut him off, “Excuse me? Who do you think you’re talking to!” There was a pause on the other end. “Sorry, wrong number…bang, click.” I was cut off. My surprise turned to anger. “What a lunatic! That was one rude bastard. If I only had last call ID, it’d be fun to fix that jerk! Less than a minute later, Brian’s cell phone went off—kind of a funky ring sequence, and much quieter. It rang twice before I could answer. “Hey asshole! Why aren’t you here! Me an’ muttha just got here and there’s not a god damn person around. The doc’s won’t tell us nothin’!” Oh boy. Now the light’s came on. I took a breath and spoke, “Excuse me, sir. I don’t know you and you don’t know me, but I don’t have to listen to this kind of language. Who are you trying to call?” Apparently the jerk on the other end realized it was the same voice. His tone calmed down, “Oh, who is this? Brian?” “No, I’m sorry. This isn’t Brian. He’s lying down, asleep.” “You wake the asshole up!” the voice bellowed. “That didn’t fit clue 6, down!” I thought to myself—but I sure had a FOUR letter word for it! My patience and courtesy were at an end. “I’m not coming down to your level, but who do you think you’re talking to. I have no idea WHO you are and I certainly don’t appreciate your language! I don’t have to listen to this and I’m going to terminate this call if you can’t be civil.” The tone and pitch of the voice changed, it was suddenly shaky and halting, “Sorry, guy. Name’s Rocky. I’m Jenny’s dad, we just got here…at the hospital…” “I’m sorry, I didn’t know who I was talking with. I’m really sorry, I just heard about it. Brian’s been at the hospital the whole night. He came by my place a couple of hours ago. The hospital told him there was nothing more he could do, and to get some rest. I’ll wake him up for you. Hold on.” I opened the door of my bedroom and rousted Brian from his sleep. “Rocky’s on the phone for you.” I said as I handed him the cell phone as he staggered to his feet. Brian took the phone and headed for the door, closing it behind us, so as not to stir Kevin’s sleep. “Hello. Rocky? Brian…” he began with noticeable trepidation. I was several feet away, but could here the loud and gruff voice coming from the other end of the “conversation”. Brian’s expression was only echoed by newly found anger in his voice, “You’re at the hospital. Okay, I’ll be there as soon as I can get there. Can you at least be civil? Yes, I’ve got Kevin. He stayed here last night and he’s fine. Hey, no problem! Whatever in the hell you want! I’ll bring him when I come!” Brian clicked off the phone. He threw it on the couch, “He’s still an asshole! I can only imagine YOUR conversation! Sorry, man. Hope you never get the chance to meet.” “That’s okay,” I said lamely. “He sure’s no diplomat!” Brian’s lips parted into a faint smile. “Bingo! You’re sure right, there!” He stepped forward and kissed me on the lips, then without warning, gave me a desperately strong bear hug. “I don’t know how to thank you. I don’t know what I’d done…” his voice trailed off as he realized he didn’t know what to say. “Guess you’d better get in gear and wake Kevin. Want some coffee. Do you think Kevin will want something? I’ve got some milk, juice, cereal.” I offered. “Thanks, but you don’t know Rocky. Got to go. Kev can get something at the hospital. Jenny’s mom will see to that.” Brian added, “It’ll give the witch something to do, other that sweep the halls. Hey, I’m really sorry, but believe me—you don’t ever want to meet these people. Wild animals are more predictable and safer to deal with.” Brian got dressed and woke up a protesting little Kevin. With a groggy Kevin in his arms, Brian met me at the door, leaned over and kissed me goodbye. “I’ll call you as soon as I can.” “Then you’ll probably be needing this!” I handed him the cell phone he’d thrown on the couch. “Thanks man. I’m really sorry, I don’t know what to say, what to think…” “Brian, if you need anything call me. You’re always welcome here…you’d better stay here tonight! I insisted. “Thanks, man. I can’t think of any place I’d rather be. I’ll be back as soon as I can. I’ll call and keep you posted.” With that, Brian and Kevin were out the door. I shut the door behind them. My head was spinning. I didn’t know what I felt. I wished I could do something more—be there more—for Brian. I wished I could lay my hands on that scum bag Rocky and give him a piece of my mind! Yet, I’m sure he was panicked and trying to come to terms with the horror of his own nightmare. I didn’t know what to do. One thing for sure, I couldn’t stay in the apartment any longer. I got dressed, forwarded the telephone and headed for my office. Maybe if I did some work, it would ease my mind, and at least I’d get something accomplished today. The horoscope echoed in my head…--…Taking a risk could work out well. And, it’s sure to be interesting! No shit! I went through my emails, customer updates at the office and leaned back in my chair, swung around and stared out the window, wondering what was happening at the hospital. Well, there’d be Brian tonight. I’d find out soon enough, anyway. Jesus! My life was going from dull to craziness. Things were getting way too complicated—too fast. My fantasies—my plans—were beyond my control. Did I really want to pursue this—or was it safer to run the hell away from what had seemed so far, to be something holding a promise of someone special? Too much to think about just now. BANG! A crack of thunder broke my train of miscellaneous thoughts, shaking the glass wall behind me. I peered out the windows of my office, a menacing line of afternoon thunderstorms loomed. A flash and another immediate crash--a few seconds later, it was pouring straight down—like a cow pissing on a flat rock. I returned to my computer with renewed interest, the storm making a theatrical, yet strangely soothing background. The thought of returning home dampened by the deluge, I decided I’d keep working and wait for Brian’s call at the office. The next time I glanced at my watch, it was 4:40 PM. Doubt and worry swept over me. Had I forwarded the phone correctly? Maybe I’d better head back to the apartment. I shut down the box, packed my things, fished out my keys from the desk, and headed home to an uncertain evening. To be continued…


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51 Gay Erotic Stories from Sparky

A New Beginning, Part 1

A New Beginning, Part 1 I was just sort of lost. Kinda in some sort of suspended time. I had moved back to South Florida following a corporate relocation. That was 6 months ago. My lover and partner of more than 10 years was over 1000 miles away. Our careers had come between us, and the outlook for any favorable resumption of our physical relationship was looking pretty hopeless.

A New Beginning, Part 2

I awoke on my bed, on top of the comforter. As I slowly collected my wits, I realized it was still dark outside, I looked at the clock on the compact system. It was 2:37 AM. I sat up, suddenly realizing my handicap. I went out to the kitchen and checked the microwave. There sat the dinner, untouched. My earlier thoughts and feelings were flooding back. I was alone. I felt like

A New Beginning, Part 3

Sensing his accusatory tone and the directness of his question, Brian picked up the conversation, “Hey man, sorry. I didn’t have the right to come out and ask you that way. I just thought you’d simply give me an answer. Hey, look, it’s really no problem and actually none of my business. You just seemed like someone I could talk to and get some things straight in my head.” What was

A New Beginning, Part 4

Brian didn’t back away or make any move-—it was becoming very clear that he was deferring any decisions to me, apparently figuring I was the expert here. I guess the term “expert” is relative. My talent at making passes at other guys I was attracted to was never to be considered a finely honed skill— even in my younger and wilder pre-AIDS and condom era days. I simply deferred,

A New Beginning, Part 5

Thursday morning greeted us with a bang! I didn’t even see the flash—just a loud clap of thunder, rousting both Brian and I rudely from our slumber. As I became more coherent, I realized Brian’s arms were curled around me, with the rest of him pressing against my backside. The events of the evening came back to me. I turned around slightly, checking to see if Brian was now awake too.

A New Beginning, Part 6

“Yours or mine?” I retorted. “Ours, I guess.” Brian added, circling his lips with his tongue. “Pretty good, don’t you think?” I said as I broke into a contented smile. “Either it’s just been way too long, or I’ve never had such wild and wonderful sex. I had no idea this would be such a wild turn-on! What I mean is, it’s just so great. It felt so natural, so normal, so

A New Beginning, Part 7

I got to the office in record time, and was fortunate to stroll in just after most people had left for lunch. Ahh, more time to think up a good excuse—if even it became necessary to have one. I too was hungry, and quickly raided the office refrigerator for something to go with my cup of coffee. I found the remnants of yesterday’s lunch that I’d failed to finish. I wolfed this down

A New Beginning, Part 8

A New Beginning, Part 8 Brian’s nostrils were flared and his breaths came in short, hard pants. He was now a sexual consumed Animal—hell bent on self gratification. “Fuck! Fuck me now! I want that dick in my ass!” he hissed, while wriggling his ass crack against my straining manhood. I was likewise overcome with the lust of the moment. It’d been quite a while since an opportunity to

A New Beginning, Part 9

A New Beginning, Part 9 Equally exhausted, both Brian and I slept soundly, each shrouded in his own version of blissful repose--all too brief a respite from the stresses and trials of our lives. On occasion, I became momentarily aware of Brian’s presence when he stirred, reshuffling our mutual sleeping configuration. The spent fluids had welded us together, and as they dried, any

A New Beginning, Part 10

I arrived at the office with time to spare. I went about my normal routine of making a pot of coffee, then heading for my office and booting up the computer. Armed with a fresh cup of Java and a day old doughnut, I was ready to face my emails, along with the rest of the day. Friday quickly turned into the day from hell. I’m not really complaining, but I had nearly double the usual

A New Beginning, Part 11

I felt a stabbing pain in my groin. I struggled to make coherent sense out of my sleepy stupor and separate my dreams from reality. In the dim early morning light, the events of the preceding night unfolded in my mind and I caught sight of the 4 year old source of my discomfort—putting it mildly. Kevin was still not awake, but apparently had some type of nightmare and had managed

A New Beginning, Part 12

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A New Beginning, Part 13

I made a quick stop and the grocery store on the way home, picking up a few essentials and a couple of steaks. I was pretty sure that if and when Brian made it back to the apartment, he’d probably not want to dine out. If surprised, they would keep for a couple of days anyway. I arrived home at about quarter to six. I put things away and flicked on the TV. I grabbed a glass,

A New Beginning, Part 14

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A New Beginning, Part 15

That was the last I heard from Brian for nearly 3 weeks. I’d expected to at least get a call, at some point, after the funeral and to give me an update on his progress, if any, with regard to Kevin. I managed to keep very busy at work, and even went out the a couple of local watering holes after work. I met some friends old friends I’d known before moving to Virginia for 6 years.

A New Beginning, Part 16

The next morning, we awoke in each other’s arms, curled around each other basking in each other’s warmth and being. Collecting my senses, I recalled that this was a work day. It didn’t take me but a couple of moments to decide on calling in sick. I’d had a slight cold the last couple of days, and it’d be easily convincing, especially since I was rarely sick. That out of the way,

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