“Oh, God! Yes! Fuck me! I need you so bad,” I moaned.
Brian continued trailing kisses and nips with his teeth down my back until he got to my butt. I knew what he wanted and pushed my butt back to give him access to me. He licked and bit at my butt cheeks for a while and then finally, pulling them apart, he pushed his face into my cleft and began licking hungrily at my hole. I relaxed my muscles and opened up to him. I could hear the moans and growls coming from him as his tongue did incredible things to my hole; fucking it, licking it, sucking on it until I couldn’t take any more.
“Fuck me! Please, for God’s sake, fuck me! I need it now!” I wailed.
Brian stood up, spit on his hand, lubed up his cock and then spit again to lube up my hole with his fingers. Then he put the head of his cock to my hole and slowly began to press inside. I was in no mood for slow, however, and pushed back, taking him completely inside me. We both groaned loudly at the feelings.
“Oh, fuck, babe! I love your ass! It’s so hot and wet.”
“Well, fuck it. Hard and fast!”
Taking me at my word, Brian began to slam his cock in and out of my hole as I bent over and held onto the faucets. Brian was moaning and my cock was already hard and dripping precum so I knew this wasn’t going to be a long fuck. In fact, with just a few more strokes, I could feel Brian’s arms tighten around me and he was groaning like a dying elk. I knew this meant he was right on the edge. I tightened down with my ass muscles and he screamed as he shoved his cock as hard as he could up me. I could feel the spasms in his cock as he unloaded his cum deep up inside me. This was enough to trigger my orgasm and I was quickly splattering the wall of the shower with my load.
“Oh fuck! I love fucking you. I love you,” Brian groaned in my ear as he held onto me and I held onto the faucets, holding us up.
We finally recovered enough to stand vertically. Brian slid his cock from my ass and then pushed me back over. He buried his face in my ass and began licking and sucking at my just-fucked hole. I loved the feeling of what he was doing having never experienced this before. He ate my ass until I was sure he’d eaten all the cum he’d shot inside me. Then he stood up again and pulled me to him. His mouth came down on mine and, rather than just his tongue going in my mouth, I felt his tongue and his load of cum as well! He shared with me until all of his cum was gone and then he gently kissed the tip of my nose.
We went on and showered, cleansing each other as thoroughly as we always did and then gently dried each other on the thick, thirsty towels marked “His” and “His” that had been a wedding present from Ted and Dalt. Following this, we went into the bedroom and lay down on the bed naked. I felt Brian behind me doing something and then I felt lube being spread on my ass. I knew what was coming. Brian spread my hole and slowly worked his once again hard cock up me. He wanted to sleep with his cock inside me. He loved to do this and, I had to admit, I loved it too. It was like he possessed me and we were one person ‑‑ even in sleep. His arms went around me and I fell asleep feeling their warmth and strength.
When I woke up a few hours later, Brian’s cock was still up my ass and either still hard or hard again. But what I noticed was his hand sticking out under my neck where I rested on his arm. I could see the beautiful, simple wedding band gleaming on his ring finger. A ring that represented our love and permanent commitment to each other. I raised my hand to look at the matching ring gleaming on my own finger. It meant I belonged to Brian and he belonged to me.
But there was a piece of the equation missing ‑‑ Tiger. I was still so scared about what was going on at the hospital.
However, I had a more “pressing” issue at hand. I could feel Brian’s cock moving slowly and gently in and out of me, which meant he’d be awake within moments. I figured things would progress as they usually did at that point. What I didn’t expect was the phone to ring. At the sound, Brian was immediately awake. I had to pull off his cock to reach over for the phone on the bedside table.
“Hello?”
“Tommy, it’s Matt. They just brought Tiger to the recovery room. He should be in ICU in a couple of hours. I thought you and Brian would want to know.”
“Yes, thank you. We’ll be there shortly.”
And with that we both hung up. Brian moved over and put his arms around me.
“Who was that?”
“Matt. He says Tiger is in recovery and will be in ICU in a couple of hours. I want to be there when they take him there.”
“Okay, babe.” Brian kissed my shoulder. “Let’s get dressed and go.”
“I’m sorry we didn’t have time to make love again.”
“We’ve got our whole lives to love each other. We need to be with Tiger now.”
Chapter Thirteen
When we got to the hospital, because we didn’t know the difference, we ended up in the NICU where they put the babies. I could see through a window the room with all the babies in incubators, some with what were evidently the parents leaning over the incubators and some mothers were actually holding very tiny babies and rocking them. Brian put his arm around me.
“They’re so tiny, aren’t they?” Brian said.
“Yes. So much tinier than Tiger was at birth.”
“That’s because most of them were born prematurely.”
“Tiger’s always been so healthy. He was eight pounds at birth.”
“A big boy!”
“Yeah.”
Brian didn’t say anything, but I saw the look on his face as he stared at the babies. I knew he was thinking about what could happen if we tried for another child ‑‑ his child. I touched his arm and he finally turned to look at me.
“Come on. We need to go find out where Tiger is.”
“There’s so much that can go wrong, isn’t there? I never thought about that until now.”
“Yeah, there is. But that doesn’t mean it will, remember?”
He looked at me sheepishly.
“Yeah. I remember.”
We found a nurse who directed us to the right ICU where Tiger was. We found Matt there and followed him back to where there were separate cubicles with sliding glass doors. Tiger was laying in the bed, his head completely swathed in bandages with several IV bags running into him. He was breathing through something that covered his mouth and had a long tube going to a machine. I could hear the machine rhythmically breathing for Tiger. I noticed Tiger’s arms were secured to the side of the bed with some kind of restraints.
“Is that necessary?” I asked, pointing to the restraints.
“It’s precautionary. It’s so if he wakes up, he won’t try to pull out the breathing tube.”
“Why does he have that?” Brian asked.
“It’s because he’s been anesthetized. It reduces lung function. Once he’s taking in enough oxygen on his own, they’ll remove it,” Matt said.
“I guess you learn a lot hanging out here.”
“And other hospitals.”
Just then, Dr. Ballinger came in.
“Good. You’re here. Let me check on Tiger first.”
Saying this, Dr. Ballinger walked over to the bed. He listened to Tiger’s heart and then checked the breathing machine.
“I’d say, at the progress he’s making, we should be able to remove this in a little while. Tiger came through the surgery very well. I have good news for you. We were able to remove the tumor completely. I don’t think there will be any need for chemotherapy or radiation. The report from the pathologist says the tumor was benign. We’ll just have to watch him for the next year or so, running CT and MRI scans to make sure it doesn’t come back but, all in all, I’d say Tiger was a pretty lucky boy.”
At his words, I couldn’t help myself. I collapsed into Brian’s arms, crying because I was so relieved.
“Thank you, Doctor…” I heard Brian begin to say but his voice cracked and I could feel him crying as well.
“I’ll leave you two with your son. We’ll talk again, later,” Dr. Ballinger said. “I take
it I’ll see you later as well, Father?”
“Yes. I’ll be here as long as they need me.”
After Dr. Ballinger left, Brian and I finally pulled ourselves together. I could see Brian was as embarrassed as I was. I don’t like breaking down in front of people ‑‑ especially people I don’t know well. Brian felt the same way.
“It’s okay. I’m sure Dr. Ballinger gets that reaction from parents all the time. I’m sure he’s just glad it was from good news,” Matt said.
“I still feel like a wuss,” I murmured.
“Yeah, me too,” Brian said.
“Neither of you are ‘wusses,’” Matt insisted. “That’s your son in that bed and you’ve just been told he’s going to be all right. I almost broke down in tears myself.”
“I didn’t get a chance to ask him how long it would be before Tiger woke up,” I said.
“Usually, it takes a few hours after surgery. He’s still being affected by the anesthesia plus whatever pain relievers they’re giving him,” Matt assured me.
I walked over to the bed and took Tiger’s little hand in mine.
“Daddy’s here, Tiger. And so is Dad and Uncle Matt. Everything’s fine. You’re going to get well and we’ll be here with you until you are.”
Brian walked over and leaned down and kissed Tiger.
“Yeah, Tiger. Everything’s going to be all right. We’re all here for you, buddy.”
A nurse came in the cubicle. His hospital badge said his name was John. He walked over and checked the machine that was helping Tiger breathe.
“Dr. Ballinger told us to keep an eye on this so we can remove it just as soon as Tiger can breathe on his own.”
“How long ’til he wakes up?” I asked.
“It shouldn’t be too long now. Once we take the breathing tube out, he should wake up pretty quickly. I’ll be back in a little while to check it again,” John said.
“Thank you,” Brian said.
“You’re very welcome. Don’t worry. Tiger’s getting the best care possible and he’s very important to us. All the kids are.” With this, John left.
It did, indeed, take a couple of hours for Tiger to wake up. In the meantime, John came back several times and finally came back and, with the help of another nurse named Cindy, pulled out the breathing tube and removed the restraints. As John had said, it wasn’t long before Brian and I, who had been sitting by the bedside, saw him stir and then his eyes opened. He tried to speak but all that came out was a croak that somewhat sounded like “Daddy.” He looked terrified.
Brian and I got up and leaned over the bed rails so he could see us, taking his hands in ours.
“We’re here, Tiger. You’ve had surgery on your head. There was something bad in there but the doctors took it out. You’re going to be fine.”
He kept looking back and forth at us. I could feel him weakly squeezing my hand.
“I’ll go get the nurse. They’ll want to know he’s awake,” Matt said.
John and Cindy quickly came in the room.
“We hate to move you, but give us a moment to check him over,” John said.
We moved out of the way, and John took his stethoscope and listened to Tiger’s heart while Cindy took his blood pressure. Then John took a cup with a straw in it and poured some water. He leaned over to give it to Tiger.
“Now, Tiger, I want you to take just a little of this water. It will soothe your throat and help you talk. Okay?”
Tiger nodded and took some small sips of the water. I could tell it hurt his throat to swallow, I supposed from the tube being down it.
“Now, how’re you doing, little buddy?” John asked him.
“O…kay,” Tiger replied.
“He’s going to be fine,” Cindy said to us.
And he was. Oh, not right away. Tiger was in the hospital for several weeks following the surgery. He had to go through some physical therapy because he had difficulty walking, which Dr. Ballinger explained was due to the surgery and would go away. It did and when we finally brought Tiger home, the only evidence of the surgery was his very short hair from when they’d shaved his head and the surgical scar on his scalp which would eventually be covered over as his hair grew out.
For a year, as Dr. Ballinger said, they continued to do CT and MRI scans on his head, first weekly and then, after a couple of months, monthly. Each one had me petrified in fear, but they were all clean. The tumor never grew back.
Dr. Ballinger finally cleared Tiger to play baseball again, but with the restriction that he had to wear his batting helmet all the time, to prevent any injury to his head. The next season found us all ‑‑ Ted, Dalt, Matt, and even Anne ‑‑ rooting with Brian and me at Tiger’s games. The surgery didn’t seem to affect his ability to play baseball.
The doorbell rang one evening while Brian, Tiger, and I were in the den watching TV.
“Who could that be, I wonder?” I asked Brian.
“I’ll go!” yelled Tiger, jumping up off the floor where he had been lying.
As I walked to the door, I heard Tiger yell out, “Uncle Matt!”
When I got to the door, Matt was hugging Tiger while a woman with a briefcase looked on.
“Hello? And to what do we owe this visit? Not that you’re not welcome but you told me on the phone this afternoon you were busy tonight.”
“Hey, bro. What’s up?” Brian said, coming up to us.
“I was busy. That’s why I’m here. This is Doreen Valencia. She’s a social worker who comes to the Dignity mass on Sundays. She called me today and asked to see me. I brought her along because I think you might like to hear what she has to say.”
Brian and I introduced ourselves to her and then we went into the living room.
“Can I offer you something to drink, Ms. Valencia?” I asked.
“No, thank you. I’m fine.”
“So, what is it you want us to hear?” Brian asked.
“Look, I know I’m butting my nose into something that’s really between you two, but I know you’ve been talking about having a baby by surrogate. I wonder how committed you are to having another child that way. What I’m really asking is, are you open to adoption instead?”
I looked over at Brian. After all, it was our plan for him to have a child.
“We’ve talked about adoption. I know Tommy wanted to do the surrogacy thing so I could have a child but, yeah. I’d be open to it.”
“Are you sure?” I asked.
“Yeah. A kid is a kid. I don’t need it to be genetically mine. It can be both of ours.”
“I’m glad to hear you say that because Doreen is with one of the local adoption agencies. Why don’t you tell them what you told me, Doreen,” Matt said.
“There’s a little boy. He’s three years old. The parents were killed in an automobile accident. Fortunately, he was with a babysitter. I found out about him because the babysitter is my niece. He’s a very sweet little boy but, because most people want to adopt babies, the chance of him growing up in either foster care or a group home is quite likely. I went to Father Matt to see if he knew anyone who wanted to have a child, and he brought me to you.”
“Show them the picture,” Matt said.
Doreen reached into her briefcase and handed me a picture. He was just about the cutest little towheaded boy I’d ever seen. I handed the picture to Brian and Tiger got up from where he was sitting next to Matt and looked at it, too.
“Matt, this isn’t very fair, you know,” I said.
“What do you mean?” Matt said, looking all innocent.
“You know precisely what I mean. How could we look at that picture and not want him?”
“Well, I kind of figured you would. There’s something else you might want to know. His name is Brian.” Matt smiled at his brother, who smiled back.
“I think that kind of means God intended us to take care of this little boy,” Brian said.
“Yeah, I kind of thought the same thing,” Matt replied.
“Is th
is my brother?” Tiger asked.
I looked over at Doreen, questioningly.
“Do you want a brother, Tiger?” Doreen asked.
“More than anything!” Tiger assured her.
“Then yes, Tiger, if the state and the courts say it’s okay, Brian can be your brother.”
“We can place him here in the next couple of days, pending a home study by the state, as a foster child while the adoption goes through. Father Matt told me you’re a lawyer. I suppose you could handle the adoption?” Doreen asked.
“Well, actually, no. That would be a conflict of interest. But I have just the lawyer to handle it.”
Brian laughed. “Yeah! Uncle Ted would love to do the adoption for another nephew, I bet.”
“Just what I was thinking,” Matt said.
And so, that’s how Tiger got his little brother and Brian and I became the legal fathers of both Tiger and Brian Jr. While the adoption was going through, we went ahead and had Brian adopt Tiger so both boys would be our sons.
Of course, two boys in the same house make three times the noise and mess of one boy, but from the day Brian Jr. came to live with us, Tiger took it upon himself to be his younger brother’s protector and best friend. Brian and I live with the noise and the mess and love every minute of it. We did finally get a honeymoon. At Disney World in Florida where we took the boys. Not your usual honeymoon but, then again, Brian and I didn’t have your usual wedding or your usual family.
Oh, I should say Paul and Troy opened what became one of the finest restaurants in San Francisco and, maybe because of our influence, are looking into adopting a child as well. Ted and Dalt continue to live together, and it wasn’t too long after we adopted Brian Jr. that Matt married them in a ceremony in our living room, with a dinner catered and attended by Paul and Troy.
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