Love in a Chair - 28. Recovery

Love in a Chair

A story by Altimexis

Chapter 28 - Recovery

“What do you mean I’m adopted?”

“Honey,” June continued, “When your father and I were first married, we always assumed we’d have children. To us, having children was a big part of what marriage is all about. It was part of being Christian . . . our duty to God . . . but even more, it was about sharing our love with someone who was a part of us.

“After two years of trying, we finally started to realize it wasn’t going to happen on its own. But when the doctor told us we wouldn’t be able to have children . . . that even modern medicine couldn’t give us a child, we were devastated.”

“So we turned to God,” Alan continued, “and we prayed he would deliver us a miracle baby. Plus we talked to our lawyer,” he added with a chuckle.

“We talked about adopting an unwanted child . . . a crack baby, or maybe a child of mixed race, but then fate intervened,” June added.

“Our lawyer had a client whose unmarried daughter was pregnant. His clients were Evangelist Christians,” Alan had an amused expression on his face as he said this, “and they wanted to be sure their grandchild went to a good Christian family.”

“In other words, they didn’t want their fellow ‘Christians’ to know their daughter had had sex outside of marriage,” Brian interjected.

Jim nodded. “They probably wanted their daughter to finish high school and go to college without the added burden of raising a child.”

“If that’d been the case, they would’ve raised the child themselves,” Brian insisted, but then he started laughing hysterically. Alan and June looked at each other with puzzled looks on their faces as Brian continued to laugh. Finally, Brian calmed down and continued. “It’s funny, you know. God chose to give this good ‘Christian’ family a gay kid . . . and one who ended up in a wheelchair at that!”

“You could have said the same thing about your father and me, but in the end it was you that changed us,” June said with a chuckle.

“And for the better,” Alan added, smiling.

Brian sat still for several minutes with a pensive look on his face. His parents felt increasingly uncomfortable as the silence continued.

Finally, Brian said, “You could have told me, you know.”

“We know that now, Brian,” Alan replied. “At first we kept waiting for you to grow older . . . to be old enough to understand. We thought it would get easier with time, but the longer we put it off, the harder it became.”

“This is gonna take a little getting used to . . . a bit like getting used to your being gay . . . or bi, Dad . . . but there’s a difference. I can understand why you didn’t want me or Mom to know about that . . . “

“I didn’t want even myself to know about it, Brian.”

“Yeah, I understand that, Dad, but why didn’t you want me to know I was adopted? Mom, why?”

“Because we didn’t want you to feel different. We didn’t want you to think we loved you any less. . . .”

“I know you don’t love me any less. If nothing else, what happened after the accident has proved it. The only time I doubted your love . . . was when you rejected my sexuality. But even then, I knew down deep you did what you did because you loved me. So what makes you think knowing I was adopted would have made me doubt your love?”

“There’s no good answer for that, Brian. We could make up excuses, but they’d just be excuses. Parents are human, too, and we make mistakes. . . . ”

“And even when you know you should, you sometimes don’t give your children the trust they deserve,” Alan added.

After a few more minutes of silence, Brian spoke. “I guess all I can say is I’m disappointed in you guys. You underestimated me once again. . . . “

“I know we did,” Alan interjected.

“I’m gay, I’m a paraplegic, and now I’m adopted? Just when I think I’ve begun to accept who I am, something else comes along to shake the foundation of my world . . . but I guess I’d better get used to it, huh? That’s kind of what life’s all about, isn’t it, Dad?”

“Son, that’s one of the most adult things I’ve heard from anyone, let alone a fifteen-year-old boy. I’m really very proud of you. . . . “

“Even though I tried to kill myself? I feel so ashamed about that . . . “

“That was the depression, Brian. That wasn’t you.”

“Dad, Mom, I may be disappointed, but I forgive you. And I love you. You guys and Aaron mean more to me than anyone or anything in the world. I don’t care that I’m adopted. They say that blood is thicker than water, but nothing is stronger than love.”

All three of the Sandlers had tears running down their cheeks as Brian said this. They ended up in a group hug, Brian’s wheelchair and all.

Later that evening, Aaron arrived to spend the night. They rarely had sex on a school night - nothing more than a quick jerk-off or quick suck anyway - but since it was the night before Aaron’s seventeenth birthday, and since it was Brian’s first night home since being discharged from the psych unit, and since it was a bowel program night for Brian, and since the real birthday celebration wouldn’t be until Friday night - they decided to start celebrating a day early. Aaron asked Brian if his parents had talked to him.

“You knew they were gonna talk to me about my being adopted?”

“I kinda made them promise to.”

“But how did you know about it? Why did they tell you when they didn’t tell me?”

“I asked your mom why she or your dad couldn’t be donors for a liver transplant.”

“They were gonna donate their livers to me?” Brian said with a smile on his face.

“Of course. They would’ve if they could’ve. Part of their livers, anyway. You know that.”

“Yeah,” Brian responded as his smile broadened, “beyond any doubt.”

“Do you think you’ll want to meet your birth mother?”

Brian thought for a few moments, and then answered his boyfriend. “Maybe someday, but not now. Even if she’s no longer an evangelist, if she ever really was, I think she should meet her gay son when he’s an adult. And besides, I’m not ready to deal with her rejection. Maybe I’m being paranoid, but I’m in no hurry to meet her.”

“I can understand that.”

“Aaron, does it bother you that I’m adopted?” Brian asked as a slight frown replaced his smile.

“Sweetheart, I’d love you if you were an alien from outer space whose ship crash-landed on Earth. No matter what, you’ll always be my Superman.”

“Even Superman couldn’t walk.”

“Christopher Reeves may have been a quadriplegic, but no one had more spirit . . . no one except you.”

The boys’ lips met in a passionate kiss. Aaron pulled away and said, “We’d better get you ready for bed before we go any further.”

Brian eagerly wheeled himself into his bathroom, and Aaron followed. Before long, they were both sprawled out naked, in Brian’s bed. They resumed their passionate kissing, but when Aaron kept rubbing Brian’s nipples, it excited Brian to new extremes.

Brian’s sensation had been returning rapidly and he now had nearly full sensation of his nipples, which were just within his new zone of injury. Although having some loss of feeling meant he couldn’t have nipple rings, at least according to Dr. Stevens, his nipples actually felt more sensitive than ever, even without the rings.

As Aaron kissed Brian and stroked his nipples, it brought Brian to a nearly continuous state of arousal. Brian couldn’t take it any more and he broke the kiss and started licking Aaron’s ear, sticking his tongue inside and then nibbling at his ear stud. As Aaron adjusted his position, Brian licked his way down Aaron’s neck and chest and very gently licked around Aaron’s nipple rings, sending him into a state of ecstasy. Aaron repositioned himself so that Brian could continue kissing and licking his way down Aaron’s abdomen, but Brian bypassed Aaron’s groin in favor of his left thigh.

Brian continued up the other side, but when he got to Aaron’s groin, he instead pushed Aaron’s legs into the air and over his shoulders and started rimming him. Brian pushed his tongue into Aaron’s hole, causing him to yelp with pleasure. He then lubed his fingers and stuck two fingers into Aaron, sliding them in and out and prodding his prostate. Aaron was now leaking precum furiously. Brian licked one and then the other of Aaron’s balls, and then he licked his way up the sensitive underside of Aaron’s dick, spending extra time concentrating his wiggling tongue at the inverted V just below the mushroom head, lapping up Aaron’s delicious nectar. It drove Aaron crazy.

Brian engulfed Aaron’s dick and went down on it, all the way to the base, and applied furious suction as he slowly withdrew. He bobbed up and down on Aaron for several minutes - not an easy feat, given the limited use he had of his trunk muscles - and Aaron started thrusting on his own, fucking Brian’s face as Brian finger-fucked his ass. When Aaron appeared to be close, Brian teased him by going back to work on his balls and slowing down his finger action. After a while, he went back to work on Aaron’s dick, only to taunt him once again when he appeared to be close.

“Please, Brian, I have to cum!”

Brian didn’t need any more prompting. He went furiously back to work on Aaron’s dick and prostate and soon was treated to seven strong jets of Aaron’s sweet nectar. It was a taste he could never get enough of. Brian’s emotions peaked when he thought of his happiness and that he’d nearly thrown it all away!

As he came down from his orgasm, Aaron reveled at the love they shared. To think he’d nearly lost him. He still didn’t believe in prayer, but he couldn’t help but wonder if the time he’d spent in the hospital chapel had made the difference. Thank God, or whoever - he was the luckiest boy alive.

“Man, Aaron, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you come so strong!”

“No one can do to me what you do to me, babe. I’ve been waiting a long, long time to feel your mouth on my dick once again.”

“Aaron, I’m so, so sorry for what I did to you. It breaks my heart to think of the torment I put you through.”

“But that wasn’t the real ‘you’, Brian. I’ve forgiven you more than a hundred times over. Just having you here is the best birthday present I could ever wish for.”

The boys passionately kissed each other and fell asleep in each other’s arms.

Far too soon, it was morning. Brian heard the alarm go off and when Aaron failed to respond to it, he shook him gently and said, “Happy birthday, my love.”

Aaron slowly opened his eyes, trying to adjust to the glare of sunlight coming through Brian’s bedroom window. “What time is it?”

“A little after six.”

“Oh shit! I guess we need to get ready for school. Didn’t the alarm go off?”

“Yeah, but you slept right through it. I guess the fun we had last night left you a little worn out, lover boy.”

When Aaron just seemed to stare off into space, Brian added, “C’mon, Aaron! We’re gonna be late for school.”

Brian’s shouting brought Aaron out of his reverie. Yeah, last night had been great, but he had a busy day ahead that included a test in Calculus. He knew he’d ace it, but he hadn’t had much sleep and that left him a little concerned. Reluctantly, he got himself out of bed as Brian got onto his shower chair. “Guess I better shower this morning, huh?”

“Unless you want everyone to know what we were up to last night,” Aaron said with a wink. “As it is, everyone’s gonna be staring at you today, after what happened and all.”

“You would have to bring that up.”

“Don’t worry about it, babe. I’ll be there by your side, and when I can’t be, Larry and Adam and the Jazz Ensemble and everyone in the GSA will be watching out for you.”

“You’re right, Aaron. I’m lucky to have so many friends . . . friends who care about me. How could I ever have taken them for granted?”

Aaron and Brian got into the large shower stall together and Aaron helped Brian get himself clean - something Brian was fully capable of doing himself otherwise - just to help save a little time. The boys took turns hogging the mirror as Brian had just started shaving and Aaron was now shaving every day. Aaron hated to see the cute band of peach fuzz above Brian’s lip go, but the love of his life was growing up and he wouldn’t have it any other way.”

The school day went fairly quickly and Aaron needn’t have worried about his Calculus test - he could have solved the problems in his sleep.

He met up with Brian at lunch. They sat at a large table with Larry, Chad, Sharon, Jackie, Scott and Jared, and two newer additions - Darren and Jeff. Aaron leaned down and gently kissed Brian on the lips as he prepared to sit down. He remembered a time when this used to get snickers from the nearby tables, but everyone had long ago learned that if they had a problem with Aaron and Brian’s relationship, they’d better keep it to themselves.

As he sat down, he looked over at Larry and Chad and asked, “How’s it goin’, straight men?”

“Pretty well, gay man.” Larry responded. “Having a happy birthday?”

“So far. So you and Gail coming to the party tomorrow night?”

“Wouldn’t miss it for anything.”

Aaron and Brian really treasured having a straight friend like Larry who could feel comfortable sitting at a table of gay boys and girls. Sure, there were always rumors, but Larry just brushed them off and truly didn’t seem to care. After his breakup with Cindy, Larry went through a bit of a slump, but then he met Gail while taking a summer job at the local Cineplex and they’d been inseparable ever since. Larry ate with his best friends, who just happened to be gay, because Gail had a different lunch period. Anyone who might have suspected Larry was gay, however, would have quickly realized otherwise after seeing Larry and Gail during one of their frequent make-out sessions in the school’s halls.

Chad was a bit more of a question mark. He said he was straight, but no one had ever seen him date. Adam, now himself a member of the Jazz ensemble as a trumpet player, but who had a different lunch period, swore that Chad was gay. Aaron and Brian weren’t so sure. The bottom line, as far as they were concerned, was that it was Chad’s business and if he was gay, he could come out to them if and when he was ready. Either way, they would provide any support they could as friends.

Aaron spent his birthday evening with his parents and brother. After the cake and ice cream, it was time for presents. Aaron had no idea what to expect - nothing could compare with the car his parents got him last year.

Adam went first, handing Aaron a small, flat box. Aaron tore into the wrapping paper and opened the box, finding a framed picture of him and Brian marching at the peace rally in December of 2005.

“Adam, where did you get this?” Aaron couldn’t remembering ever seeing a picture of the two of them together at the rally other than the brief spot he’d seen on the local news.

“It took a lot of doing. I figured that if the news crews were there, there were also probably some news photographers there as well. It took me weeks of phone calls to finally track down someone who still had a copy on their hard drive, but I did it.”

“Adam, that means so much more to me than any amount of money you could have spent. This . . . this . . .” Aaron started to cry. “This picture means so much to me. That was such a special time in my life. I cherish those memories . . . and . . . and I have so few pictures from before . . .” Aaron trailed off and started to cry again thinking of the accident that left Brian paraplegic. He finally continued, “Adam, you are one hell of a brother.” And with that he threw his arms around his brother and hugged him tightly.

Next it was his parents’ turn. They handed him an envelope. Aaron’s curiosity was more than a bit piqued - what could fit in a flat envelope. “Actually, this is to both you and Brian from his parents and from us.” Now Aaron was really curious. He opened the envelope and found inside a pair of airline tickets to Orlando, made out in both Aaron and Brian’s names. They were for the week of the upcoming spring break.

“What the . . .”

“Well, it’s been years since you went to Disney World, and Brian has never been. Disney is the most accessible theme park in the world and we all thought that you and Brian might like taking a vacation together . . . just the two of you. You’ll be staying at the Contemporary Resort in an accessible room and your package includes everything . . . theme park admissions, Pleasure Island . . . the works!” Jim announced with a certain pride.

“Mom, Dad, this is amazing. It musta cost you all a fortune!”

“After all you and Brian have been through, you boys deserve this. Let this be the first of many happy times together,” Ruth added, smiling.

Aaron threw his arms around his mother and then his father and gave them both a hug. “You’re the best mom and dad a guy could ever have.”

The birthday party Aaron had with his and Brian’s friends was almost anticlimactic for Aaron. He had a great time and everyone got Aaron nice gifts, but nothing could compare with the gift their parents had gotten them. That it was at Disney World was almost irrelevant - sure, they’d have fun, but they intended to have ‘fun’ as well. One full week without parental supervision, living in the lap of luxury. What could be better?

For Brian, however, the party was as much a welcome home party for him as it was a birthday party for Aaron. All of his friends were there, including the members of the Jazz Ensemble. Everyone went out of their way to talk to him and to tell him that they’d missed him. There were plenty of hugs and tears to go around.

After all of Aaron’s presents had been opened, Brian was surprised to see that there was still a small stack of presents left over.

“Welcome home, sweetheart,” Aaron said as he handed the first present to Brian. Brian was flabbergasted. All the extra presents were for him. First, there were several rare bootleg CD’s of some of his favorite jazz musicians from Sharon, Adam and Gail. Next up was a box of “Magic Bullet” suppositories, to help speed up his bowel care. This gag gift could only have come from Larry. Jared, Darren and Jeff got him an iTunes gift card.

That left a very large box, with an attached card signed by all the members of the Jazz ensemble. When Brian opened the box, he was beside himself. Tears started to stream down his face as he said, “I can’t believe you guys did this.” Brian opened the case and pulled out the electric guitar, looking at its highly polished finish. He lovingly caressed the strings as he continued. “Guys, this is . . . this is amazing. This is . . . I can’t believe you all spent this much money. You all must have kicked in fifty bucks or more a piece.”

“Well, one of us contributed a lot more than the others. A lot more. I’ll give you one guess who that was.”

Brian turned around to give his boyfriend a hug, but found that he and his brother had disappeared. They soon reemerged, carrying a brand new amplifier to use with his guitars. After a brief set-up, Brian was plugged in and ready to go. He started out playing Manhã De Carnaval, and after the first verse, started singing along as he played.

A day in the life of a fool
A sad and a long, lonely day
I walk the avenue
And hope I run into
The welcome sight of you coming my way

I'll stop just across from your door
But, you're never home anymore
So there, in my room
And there, in my gloom
I'll cry, tears of good-bye

Till you come back to me
That's the way it will be
Everyday in the life of a fool.

“Brian, that was beautiful. You have the voice of an angel tonight.” Aaron had heard Brian sing before, but never with such passion.

“I was such a fool, Aaron. I had the best, most loving boyfriend in the world, and yet I pushed you away. All that time I really was crying ‘tears of goodbye.’ Once again, you saved my life.”

Moved to tears himself, Aaron leaned over and kissed his boyfriend with renewed passion. Their kiss was interrupted when they heard the unmistakable sound of Crocodile Rock coming from the piano. They looked up to see Larry, banging on the keys. Brian started playing along on his guitar and Jackie started singing, “I remember when rock was young . . .” Soon, everyone was joining in on the chorus.

After that, everyone sang song after song, with Larry tearing up the piano keyboard and Brian smoking away at his new guitar. Before long, it was one A.M. and everyone was wondering what had happened to the time.

For Aaron, it was a memorable birthday party, but for Brian, it was particularly meaningful. He finally realized how many close friends he had and that he was truly loved. It didn’t matter that he was in a wheelchair. It didn’t matter that he was gay. To his friends he was just Brian Sandler, a remarkable young man.

After the night of the party, their activities and school work kept them very busy and, before they knew it, spring break was upon them and it was time to head to the airport.

Their parents had arranged for a limo to take them to and from the airports at both ends, making things much simpler for them. Check-in at the airport was a new experience for the boys. They had both flown many times in their short lives, but Brian had never traveled on his own before, particularly as a paraplegic. He hated to check his wheelchair, but he couldn’t exactly take it on the plane with him. The frustrating thing is that the airline insisted on transporting him in one of their wheelchairs through security and to the gate. It was a rickety old wheelchair that his great-grandparents might have used, but the real indignity was in being pushed. He was perfectly capable of propelling it himself, but regulations required that he be escorted. When it came time to board, the airline brought out a very narrow chair with small wheels that could only be pushed by an attendant. It was designed to fit down the airplane’s narrow aisles.

The boys’ parents had cashed in their frequent flier miles so that the boys could sit in first class - something they hadn’t realized until they were taken to their seats. “Wow, this can’t be right.” Aaron said as he walked behind the attendant who was pushing Brian. “But I’m not complaining!” He slid into the window seat as Brian transferred into the aisle seat next to him. “This is gonna be sooo cool!”

“The best, my boy. The best!” Brian reached over and took Aaron’s hand in his. The attendant who had brought Brian onboard smiled at them and the male attendant for the first class cabin winked at them. The flight down was smooth and the boys enjoyed the doting attention they received. Aaron attempted to order a beer, but when the flight attendant respectfully asked him if he was really twenty-one, he said, “Ah, never mind.”

“Four more fuckin’ years.” Aaron said as he turned to Brian.

“But it’s not like you haven’t had beer before.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“And you don’t even like beer.”

“Yeah, I know. But it’s the freedom. Just knowing I can get it freely if I want it.”

“There’s only one thing I want.” Brian said as he put his hand on Aaron’s.

A young boy of perhaps ten or eleven, who was sitting in the aisle seat directly next to Brian, stared at the two of them as they continued to hold hands. His mother suddenly noticed and whispered something in his ear. The boy then said, “but they’re both guys, Mom. Does that mean they’re faggots?”

“Jimmy!” his mother said.

Brian turned to the boy and said, “Yes, we’re gay. We’re also both jazz musicians, peace activists and very involved in school politics. I’m planning to be a math teacher and my boyfriend wants to be an engineer. Other than the fact that we can’t have children together, we’re no different than any other couple. I hope that someday you’ll find someone, a girlfriend or maybe a boyfriend, to love the way I love mine.”

The boy started blushing, making both Aaron and Brian wonder if they’d struck a nerve. The boy turned to them and said, “I’m sorry I called you guys faggots. The kids at school . . . we say things like that to each all the time.”

“I understand, Jimmy, but it’s not a very nice thing to say. But we’ll let it slide this once,” Brian said as he smiled. “You can tell all your friends when you get back to school that you met a couple of real live faggots on your trip”

Jimmy giggled and said, “I can’t tell them that or they’ll think I’m gay. But you guys are pretty cool.” They shook hands across the aisle.

Brian was very anxious waiting at the baggage claim until he saw someone wheel out his wheelchair. He’d had visions of having to spend his entire vacation in a rickety old wheelchair if the airline managed to lose his. Finally reunited with his chair, the boys headed out with their limo driver and were soon on the way to Disney World. When they got to their room, they were stunned to find that it was a suite with a view of the lake and the rest of the Disney complex. Waiting in the room was a wrapped basket containing fruit, exotic cheeses and crackers, and there was a bottle of champagne - yes, champagne! Aaron tried to tip the bellhop, but the bellhop informed them that their package included all gratuities. “The management’d have my hide if they found out I accepted a tip. When they say ‘all gratuities included,’ they mean it!”

As the bellhop left, Aaron slipped the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign onto the outer door-knob and closed and locked the door.

Brian asked, “You wanna get naked?”

“Hell yeah,” Aaron said as he pulled off his shirt, ripped off his shoes, and quickly removed his pants, boxers and socks. He was naked in sixty seconds flat. Brian was close behind him. Soon the boys were laying side-by-side on the bed, kissing passionately and fondling each other - Brian groping at Aaron’s dick and balls and Aaron caressing Brian’s nipples. This didn’t last long as the boys were seriously in heat. Brian worked his way down Aaron’s neck and chest, licking each of Aaron’s nipple rings. Being in the right position for it, Aaron started thrusting his rock-hard erection against Brian, brushing the head of his dick over Brian’s zone of injury as he used his fingers to simultaneously stroke Brian’s nipples.

When Brian became flushed and started shaking, Aaron knew that he was having one hell of an intense orgasm. This put Aaron over the edge as he shot load after load of his cum onto Brian’s chest and neck. Brian took his hands and started scooping up Aaron’s nectar and swallowed it all. They then started passionately kissing, enjoying their post-coital bliss.

“That was awesome, dude, as always.”

“Short and sweet,” Aaron agreed. “God, I love you!”

“I love you too, God.” Brian quipped.

“You’re too much.”

“So are you, but I can never get enough of you.”

“Yeah, same here . . . I guess we’d better wash up and get dressed if we’re gonna do anything with the rest of the day.”

“OK, let’s try out the shower!”

“Pervert!”

“Takes one to know one!”

The bathroom was enormous - larger than many hotel rooms by itself. The walk-in shower was huge and there was even a swing-down seat that Brian could use in lieu of his shower chair. They washed each other as usual, with Brian giving Aaron a quick blow job and Aaron managing to suck Brian off to an antegrade ejaculation - God, he was glad that had come back!

They got dressed and realized they were starved. They quickly devoured the entire fruit and cheese basket, but saved the champagne for later. They then headed to the monorail and took it to the Magic Kingdom. Getting around was fairly easy in Brian’s wheelchair and a lot of the rides were indeed accessible, without them even having to wait in line. They were disappointed that Brian wasn’t allowed to ride Space Mountain without a signed release from his parents. They took a release form and hoped his parents would agree to fill it out and fax it back before the week was out.

They enjoyed a quick meal around mid-afternoon and stayed at the park until the nightly parade and fireworks. They headed over to Downtown Disney and ate at Fulton Crab House and then strolled around taking in all the shops and attractions before heading back to their suite, too tired to do anything but sleep. Besides, it wasn’t a bowel program night - that, and with it a round of passionate love-making, would be tomorrow night!

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