The entire weekend was a test of emotional endurance for me. Greg was a handful in more ways than one. He went from total desire to being aloof about it all. It was like we could be together and he let me do anything I wanted to do to him, which was in the experimental stage, and then he acted as if nothing really happened and we were having a polite weekend of beer drinking and pleasant cartoon watching.
Herbie had none of it and Greg never pulled the same aloofness with him. When Herbie’s hand went into his pajamas, Greg kept doing whatever he was doing. It was no big deal. He’d told me enough that I wasn’t surprised by anything. Herbie’s arm just grew out of Greg’s pajama bottoms naturally.
Maybe not for Greg but the front of Herbie’s outrageously baggy pants were poked out obscenely most of the time. Between the two of them there was always a hard dick and much of the time there were two.
I wasn’t going to object to what had been going on most of their lives. I tried to figure out how it was still going on, but I kept coming back to the two of them and how they responded to one another. This is how kids were at ten, eleven, and twelve, but Greg and Herbie were at adulthood’s doorstep. Neither of them acted all that mature, but who was I to tell them how to act?
The more I was around Greg the more I wanted to be around him. He did nothing to discourage me. When it was the two of us, he acted like he wanted me to stay around. He probably wouldn’t have eaten without me being there and I question his ability to go to the bathroom without me. It came across as him liking me being there and not so much he needed me to be there, although he did.
The second night was easier on me because we started off with him getting out of his pajamas and giving me all the access I wanted. He was anxious to get something going and the day of Herbie feeling him up paid dividends once Herbie went home and the lights went out.
Greg’s willingness to give me access to his body spoke volumes, when he said nothing. Giving him pleasure was my purpose in life and he showed his appreciation in ways words wouldn’t. Whatever it was circulating around in Greg’s head, in the dark at night he was all mine.
His attitude had changed again. We’d evolved from his tight control over everything to his quiet need for anything. We were now in a place where he was getting what he wanted and I wouldn’t give him in the hospital. He wasn’t about to complain about how long it took me to learn what he liked best.
It would have been confusing if I wasn’t so attracted to him. I could overlook most things as long as I got what I wanted out of it. That’s what made it worth while and all those months by his bedside set up our current situation. Greg was now free of constraint and I was there to offer him relief for his burden. Being horny for so long was a hardship for a guy like Greg.
No one else was in the house on Sunday. Herbie didn’t come over and I cleaned up any mess made, emptied the overflowing ashtrays and dump all the beer bottles and cans in the appropriate receptacle already half filled with beer bottles and cans.
When we sat down at the dinning room table to eat the sandwiches I’d made, I didn’t know we’d be interrupted as we sat there talking. Seeing Greg sitting up was always good. He looked great and he smiled more. He was relaxed and happy in a way I hadn’t seen before.
When the back screen door slammed, I imagined Herbie coming to get his daily feel. Instead an attractive blond woman came through the kitchen, into the dinning room, and she disappeared into the hall and into a room at the right, across from the TV room.
“Shit!” Greg said.
“That’s you mother,” I calculated in her passing.
“Uh huh.”
There was a series of bangs and slams and someone in the house was seriously unhappy. One door banged and another door banged and we were ignored, sort of. The message was clear and I began to cringe.
I hadn’t pondered what happened once his parents came home. I hadn’t pondered much. I just went along my merry way, doing whatever Greg let me do, or asked me to do. I’d brought him home not knowing his parents weren’t at home. Who was going to believe that one?
After an hour or maybe more, maybe less, the woman returned to the dinning room. I could have slipped out and let Greg face the music alone, but she knew who I was and she also knew how Greg got home. There was no denying my responsibility in whatever anger she felt.
“Want to tell me about it?” she said to Greg.
“Hi, Mom, I’m home,” Greg said happily, like it might be news to her.
“Yes, we’ll deal with that later. What are you doing home?” she asked in a little girl voice.
“I got a pass. I asked myself, what do I want to do with this pass. Self said, go home, young man, go home.”
“You knew we were going to be at the other house.”
“I forgot. I thought I’d surprise you. Then I remembered. Imagine my surprise when you weren’t here?”
“Yes, and you were here all alone. What if something happened to you. Greg, you already have a broken leg. You want to break your head. You can’t be in this house alone,” she said angrily.
“Oh, no ma’am, he wasn’t alone. I wouldn’t leave him alone,” I confessed.
“Mom, Martin. Martin, Mom. She’s pissed.”
“Well I’m glad one of you has some sense. Thank you, Martin for seeing to it my idiot son didn’t burn himself up or fall down the stairs,” she said, sounding thankful and not at all sarcastic or mad with me.
“I wouldn’t have stayed alone, Mom. I’m not that stupid. Martin said he’d stay with me, when he found out no one was here. He spends a lot of time with me,” Greg said.
“Yes, we know, and we’re grateful for that too. We did feel better with you having a friend coming every day. That was very nice of you, Martin,” she said, speaking to me.
“Oh, I didn’t mind. He’s a nice guy.”
“We’ll leave that judgment for later,” she said. “I’m not very happy with you, young man. I guess we couldn’t expect you to stay there once you could finally get out. The mountains are no place for you right now. You can’t afford to fall down and hurt yourself worse.”
“I don’t fall down as much anymore, Mom,” Greg said.
“You know what I mean.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he said. “I know.”
This was a mother and son. It was obvious in there interaction. I’d known my mother all my life and we never interacted. She gave orders and I orders. The fact we were in the same family had nothing to do with her, or that’s how she acted. We had nothing in common, but Greg and his mother were peas out of the same pod. It was kind of nice.
“I suppose since you found a way to get home, you have a ride lined up back to the hospital?”
“Martin’ll take me. He’s good at taking care of things. I depend on him for stuff. He’s a very nice boy,” Greg said, having never said anything like it before. “Why he wants anything to do with me is a mystery. I’m a mess.”
“You don’t need to sell us on Martin, Greg. I was already sold on him. It’s you I’m not sure about. We might send you back and tell them you obviously weren’t our son and they should find the kid who we should have gotten when they gave us you.”
“Mom! That’s cruel,” Greg protested with a smile.
His mom went to his chair and hugged him. Greg let her hug him. There was no resistance. He was smiling when the hug was done. I mean really smiling. There was delight written all over his face. He liked being hugged. I’d remember that. He liked his mother. She liked him.
“Well, maybe we’ll keep you. They probably wouldn’t be able to find the right kid after all this time. We already have our hands full with you. Don’t want to train another kid.”
“Mom,” he protested again. “I’m not a kid.”
“No, you sure aren’t. If you were, I’d be spanking you. That’s how I know.”
“Mom!”
“Martin, if he gives you any trouble, you can spank him.”
“He’s a little big…” I said and my mind froze.
Greg looked at me and busted out laughing. He knew what was going through my mind or at least the thought that came to me when I said the word big.
“Yes, he’d be hard to beat with that cast on,” his mom said.
Greg laughed even harder and nearly rolled off the chair. Our minds had similar imagery about some things. I’m sure his mom didn’t get it and if she did she wasn’t letting us know her mind went where our minds had gone.
“Mom, I need money,” Greg said.
“What for?” she asked.
“Martin’s been making me eat the food you’ve got in the house all weekend. I need some real food. Burgers, fries, shakes. He already bought me some before we came home. I want to stop for some real food before I go back.”
“I’ve got money,” I said.
“No, I’m not going to make you spend all your money on me. You do enough.”
“I don’t do enough?” his mother asked surprised. “I raised you. That was enough. That was too much.”
“Yeah, but you had to. I’m your kid.”
“There is that. All I’ve got is a ten,” she said, looking in her wallet.
“I’ll take it. We’ll rough it,” Greg said. “Martin, you can’t eat too much.”
“Martin, you get what you want. If there’s any money left, buy this kid something,” she said.
“Mom! I’m not a kid.”
“No, you sure aren’t. Get a job, will you, and quit acting like a kid.”
His mother fixed us some iced tea and we chatted for a little while before Greg was ready to go. It wasn’t very late but Greg had his own ideas about his afternoon and none of them included his mother and all of them included me.
I got him properly arranged in my backseat and we were off for burgers and shakes. I parked in the shade of a tree in the back of the parking lot and I brought out the food for Greg. I got a burger and a small Coke and gave Greg the change.
“You keep it. I’ve been meaning to tip you,” he said. “Taste this will you. I think it tastes funny. I reached into the backseat for his chocolate shake, but he guided my hand into the opening he’d made in his pajamas by unsnapping the snaps that held them together.
“Oh, yeah. I wanted you to do that the whole time we talked to my mother,” he said, being totally hard. “Squeeze it. Yea, that’s it. Feel my balls.”
“You want me to do this or you want to direct a movie?” I asked a little too angrily.
“Sorry,” he said. “I got to go back up there and you won’t do anything while I’m up there. I hate that. I can’t go without all week, Martin. I’m finally getting satisfied again. You can’t cut me off.”
“We’ll always have next weekend,” I said. “Give you something to look forward to.”
“We might be dead next weekend. I got to make it to next weekend,” he complained.
“Enjoy it while you got it, Greg.”
“Yeah! Why don’t we find a place on base. We’ll need one for later anyway. We can do stuff.”
“We can. What are you going to do, Greg?” I asked, and I knew it was mean to say it.
“You’re not fucking me and I don’t blow,” he said in response to my sudden bid for equality.
“You mean you don’t blow anymore,” I corrected him.
His eyes drilled into me like I’d hit a nerve. This was new. He did not like my suggestion.
“Well, what do you do then?” I asked, wanting to turn down the heat.
“Who told you I blew?”
“You did, Greg. You played with the German boys. You lost. You lost a lot at first. Everyone was blowing and screwing each other buy you? Give me a break,” I said.
“I let you do anything you want. A lot of guys would like to have what I give you,” he said. “Don’t push it. I don’t blow and I don’t take it up the ass.”
“Why aren’t they here instead of me?”
“Martin, why are you doing this. You’ve never bitched before. You were pretty damn happy to get your hands on it all weekend. What’s wrong now?”
“I’m just wondering if you get anything out of it.”
“Get anything out of it. I get off. I feel good. I like it.”
“Well, Lee’ll be bringing his sponges tomorrow night. He’ll give you a good blow job. That’ll hold you until the weekend.”
“I don’t like the way he does it.”
“Could have fooled me. Looked like you liked it fine the night you let me watch.”
“It wasn’t you. I liked you doing it,” he said. “You do it different. You like me. Bobby-Lee likes my dick.”
“I sure don’t have the experience Lee does. He’s been at it for years. He learned from college guys. I’m learning from you.”
“You make me feel like it’s more than my dick you like. Herbie likes me fine. He’s always liked me. He’s always had to be playing with me. That’s cool. You’re different. When you do it you act like it’s about being with me. I like that. “Bobby-Lee acts like he’s crazy about my big dick. It’s not much more than that. The first time he saw it his eyes got big around. Didn’t take a genius to know what was on his mind. I was really horny. He really wanted it. I moved his hand down on it and the rest was him wanting it. I didn’t have to say anything. He didn’t want to do it in front of you, but I wasn’t letting him get out of there without doing it.”
“Yeah, I got that impression,” I said. “He wasted no time once he got down on you.”
“Germany! I was a kid for Pete sake. I was horny. Everyone else was horny. Once I saw what they were doing to each other, I went along with the game. I knew I’d run that game one day and everyone would be doing stuff to me. That’s what Germany was about.”
“The pool games in your basement?”
“Those are the same guys I was in Germany with. Everyone of them played pool there and lost to me. We’ve all fooled around ever since then.”
“They don’t look that German,” I said, being difficult.
“Come on, Martin. You know guys. You do stuff together. You don’t just stop. They’re all going in the military. It’s not the same anymore. Use to be a couple of guys doing stuff to everyone. It’s me letting them feel me up mostly these days. Sue me. I like it. Old habits are hard to break.”
“Old habits are just hard,” I said, squeezing his stiff dick.
Greg smiled and then laughed.
“You’re hopeless,” he said. “I can live with that.”
Selfishness and greed are a state of mind. I don’t live in that state.