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“Sure, Dad. I’m seeing Dr. 'C' in a few minutes. But I’m feeling a lot better now, so I’m hoping she calls off the dogs and lets me out tonight,” Pete said into the phone. With the bed angle raised up to its upper limit and a pile of thin white hospital pillows as support, Peter was now sitting up as he slowly regained his energy. Marty smiled as he heard the comment, then asked him to check on how his sister was doing. Peter spoke into the phone and then looked back up at Mar
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"You want something to drink, Marty?" Brad asked, counting out his change at the vending machine. It was the middle of the night, so they were alone in the modern visitors’ lounge area behind the emergency room lobby. "No, I'm fine, but thank you,” he answered as he put his thick winter jacket over the plump faux-leather beige lounge chair. "Well, maybe just something to drink, I guess." There was exhaustion in his voice as the jacket ended up lying crooked against the seatback, but he w
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I just made a correction on the name of Peter's cousin, which is Todd. (this needs to be corrected for future chapters 😁)
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“That place there has really good chocolate,” Peter said from the front passenger seat, pointing to the storefront windows chock full of candy canes, chocolate Santas and all sorts of other Christmas confections. “They have marzipan, too. Damn, they are both so good!” he exclaimed as they wound their way through the local commercial strip that bordered his neighborhood. Despite the cough, which he couldn’t quite shake off, he reveled in the chance to play tour guide. And the light
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Pressing the speed dial button, Peter lay back on the old couch in Marty’s apartment. He had just put dinner on for the two of them, and before Marty returned from his late shift at the library, he decided he’d return a long overdue phone call. He barely had time to settle in as the phone was picked up immediately after the first ring. “Hey stranger!” Peter heard. “Hi Bik, how’s it going?” “Good, good! So far everything is OK with Laura, though it’s still pretty early. I’
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CincyKris - me, too!😁
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Peter followed Marty up the rickety exterior stairs to the attic apartment, not taking his eyes off him for a moment. There wasn’t a lot of light, so it was important to follow closely, the added benefit being he had another good reason to stare at Marty’s amazing ass. He almost banged into him when Marty finally reached the door. Marty took a moment to struggle with the stubborn latch, finally getting the door open as he glanced back at Peter. “You OK? Lots of stairs there.” “N
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Marty looked down on the sleeping figure. He thought he saw Peter's body jerk when he kissed him, but maybe it was just his own anxiety. Which now, suddenly, seemed to increase a thousandfold. What had he done? He looked around the room, reassuring himself that he was still the only person there as the hum of the aquarium pump seemed to suddenly become much louder, and its light much brighter. Everything seemed to be active, loud, and alive, an explosion of activity that was a radica
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“Wake up sleepy head - it’s launch time!” Peter called out as he knelt next to the old couch. After last night’s realization, he was almost afraid to touch the figure next to him. ‘What if I can’t control myself and leave my hand on just a little too long? Or, I accidentally feel in the wrong place?’ he asked himself. Until he could figure out exactly where things were going, it was best to avoid anything even remotely tempting, so he resolved to do the wake-up verbally. Aware t
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Trying to get into the celebratory mood of homecoming week, Peter joined Jeff and a few other friends headed for one of the places on ‘fraternity row’ near the edge of campus. The big old house was shared by a group of mostly gay guys who were well-known throughout the campus community for the bacchic revelry of their blow-out parties. And as usual, the crowd was loud, boisterous, and for the most part, very drunk. “Petey! Petey! Look at that one there!” Jeff shouted in his good ear, n
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I guess you'll just have to read on to find out😁
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As the new school year got into full swing, Peter became submerged in his studies but still carved out time for the weekly soccer matches. He looked forward to them all week, more so than he did in the previous year. He always liked the game, but this year in particular he was able to actually create a team rather than just joining one, and he really liked the team that he helped to build. They weren’t dominating the league but played a respectable game and had, by far, the most fun doing it.
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Even though his pain had passed the stinging stage and was now entering the even more ‘enjoyable’ throbbing phase, Peter didn’t really take it all very seriously. He was more focused on getting through the mountain of pre-semester reading he had for his classes, especially British Lit, than to worry about a little bruise. The physical pain would last a day or so, he thought, but the academic pain would last a whole semester if he wasn’t prepared. Besides all that, he felt better overall th
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BTW, I made a mistake on the intro to this series. It's a prequal to 'Mickey', not 'Lukas.' I just fixed that reference.🙃
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Nice to hear from everyone, including some readers returning from my other stories - Thanks!
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Already there were more than a dozen guys kicking around balls in the playfield near the dorms, everyone eager to get the morning match started. There wasn’t a better field in the central campus for pick-up games which were important for selecting real teams for the intramural league. Word-of-mouth and the ubiquitous bulletin board postings, along with social media, made sure that even new students couldn’t help but be aware. Peter Kovar and his friend, Jeremy, were off to one side of the
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Peter looks like he has all the gifts in the world, but he knows his challenges more than anyone else. This story is a prequal to 'Mickey,' but both stories also exist independently. Chapters will be published every three or four days. Enjoy!
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Flip-Flop, Drsawzall, others, thanks for the tips! I didn't realize what can happen when a story is complete so I've just made that change to the story (newbie here.) I need to complete my epilogue on the Lucas story then will do the same to that one. 👍
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More Than a Decade Later “I can do it! I can do it!”, Kenzo proclaimed, balancing the plate of hot dogs on his head as he came out the back door of the family’s Appalachian Mountain cabin. ‘I swear, if you drop this, you’re going to unwrap, slice, season and cook 15 new hot dogs and then bring them out to everyone like a civilized person!” responded his cousin, Ellie. “Yeah, that’s right!” threatened his younger cousin, KC. “Sarah and I marinated those overnight. If you drop just
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Hey Carybr, Saw that typo and just fixed it, makes the sentence a bit clearer (I hope!)
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“This Nursery is looking pretty crowded right now,” Drew observed, his hand on the post of their new son’s bed in his first week at home. It was Wednesday, trash pickup day, and they both waited anxiously to see if the roar and belch and clang of the garbage truck would wake any of the kids. They weren’t sure how just one nursery would work out, especially with the all the kids getting on different sleep schedules. A newborn is different than one-year-olds, but the guys did like the conveni
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A few weeks later, Mickey and his local team were gathered around the dining room table, looking at the individual folders that Marty had put in neat rows, arranged alphabetically from A, Acme Brake Systems, to W, Worldwide Healthcare. Maryam and Parker’s disembodied heads were on the Zoom screen of Bik’s laptop at the end of the table. “Best case, we have a 10% chance of salvaging the bulk of the companies. Worst case? Which is more like a 50% chance, we barely cover our cost, and even 5
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“He’s so cute!” Mickey said, referring to his namesake nephew. Sinking into the bed next to Drew, their shoulders touched as they often did before one or the other of them kissed the other then rolled over to sleep. “And I like Nate’s idea of visiting at least twice a year,” he continued. “I don’t know how we’ll cart an entire family to Hawaii every year, I mean, how will even be able to afford it? But I’m sure we’ll figure it out. That’s more important than a fancy car or nice clothes.”
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I just fixed a few typos and some spacing issue. Some wonky stuff happens when I paste the text, hope it reads a bit better.😉
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Mickey had just closed the car door to begin the drive home from work But just at the moment when he was about to hit the ignition button he heard Drew’s distinctive ding-dong sound from the phone. This was about the time that he would often get a quick call asking him to bring something home or run an errand, so he expected nothing unusual. “Hey,” Drew said, not stopping for his usual greeting, “when you get home...um...my Dad is here.” “What!?” Mickey asked. He pressed the phone ha
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