John, Adam, Al and Garret -- the finale (maybe not classic erotica)

His cell phone rang at 3:30 am.  John came awake at the sound and reached for the phone.  He saw Al’s name and sat up in bed as he answered the call. 

“Hello?” he said, still not quite awake. The line was quiet.  “Hello?” He said again, “Al?” The silence stretched on for a few moments.  As he waited for a reply, he thought back over the last 30 years.

He recalled that Adam had contacted him and confessed to experimenting sexually with his father, not something that had shocked John.  Adam had cried a bit and said while things had physically worked, it wasn’t something either of them wanted to repeat.  He then confessed that he was in love with John and that John was all he wanted. He wanted to be with John and only him, going forward.  John had asked him what about Al?, Adam admitted that his father would like to pursue a relationship with Al.

The silence was broken, “John, it’s Al,” Al offered though John already knew that from his caller ID.

“Al, is something wrong?”

“It’s Garret, there’s been an accident, a drunk driver ran a light and hit our car. We were coming home from dinner, and it was lovely, and Garret was laughing and then…” Al stopped after gushing out all his words at once, his voice trailed off into silence.  John heard a sob on the other end of the line, then a few rapid breaths, “John, I don’t know what to do and I don’t know how to tell Adam.”

“Oh my god, Al, are you OK? Slow down and tell me exactly what happened? Is Garret ok?

“Al”, he said before Al could speak again, “Al, hold on a moment. Just give me a second to collect my thoughts.” John, got up out of bed and turned to look down on Garret, who slept soundly in their bed. John, now in his 60s, admired his husband, they’d been together for just over 30 years.  That almost 10-year age gap that he’d been bothered by, in the beginning, now seemed inconsequential, the thought flitted across his mind as he looked down at Adam sleeping peacefully in their bed.  Holding the phone, he stepped into the hall, and closed the bedroom door behind himself.  He took himself down to the kitchen and put a kettle on, then sat at the island bar to wait while it came to a boil.

“Al,” he began, “what the hell happened? Someone hit you? Are you alight? Is Garret? ” he was in shock and not sure what to say or even what he was saying, asking questions he’d already asked, reacting more than thinking, really.  Even that little pause as he had moved to the kitchen hadn’t help to clarify the news in his mind.

Al and Garret had connected the way that John and Adam had and had been together since their adventurous few months.  Al had finally left his wife.  In the end, he chose Garret over his straight life and following that they had moved to another city for a fresh start. It left them a couple of hours away from John and Adam but despite that, the four of them remained close.  Adam was Garret’s son, after all. 

As he waited for the kettle to come to a boil, he thought about the convoluted road the four of them had followed to get here.  After Adam and Garret had experimented and decided that it was something that they didn’t wish to pursue further, Adam had called John.  He’d asked to see him that night.

When he arrived at John’s he’d confessed what he and Garret had done.  John had asked Adam what that meant going forward.  Adam had collapsed into John’s arms, and said he wasn’t sorry that they’d tried but he knew it wasn’t something he wanted again and that having tried it he realized that the only one that he wanted was John. 

John remembered that talk as if it was yesterday.  He remembered embracing Adam and holding him tight. He’d realized some time before that night that he’d fallen in love with the younger man but had never expressed that.  He wanted Adam to be free to explore and felt if had expressed his love that Adam would not feel free to experiment and explore who he truly was.  He honestly hadn’t thought that Adam would be thinking of a relationship, not at just over 18.

He remembered those thoughts flitting through his head, in that moment, and that as he’d held Adam in his arms, he could see a future spreading out before them. He’d lifted Adam’s head off his chest and tilted it back and leaned in and kissed him deeply.  He’d let his tongue probe into Adam’s mouth and was met with Adam’s tongue reaching for him.  They’d stayed like that, arms wrapped around each other for several minutes, mouths locked on each other, their tongues dancing.

They’d been in the kitchen when they began the conversation and then the kissing.  Adam broke the kiss and dropped to his knees and pulled the sweats that John had been wearing down to John’s ankles.  John’s hard cock had sprung free and hit Adam in the forehead.  Unfazed Adam had engulfed John’s cock taking it to the root on his first down stroke.  He bobbed up and down, rolling John’s balls around in one hand while he allowed the other to follow the length of John’s shaft, trailing behind his mouth. He worked John’s cock as he knew how to do now, milking him and edging him but not letting him cum.  He wanted this to last the rest of his life, but more immediately, he wanted John to last. 

Lost in his thoughts, and still waiting for Al to continue, John remembered that day.

John pulled Adam off his hard cock and lifted him back to his feet; he took Adam’s hand in his and led him upstairs to his bedroom.  On the way, Adam reached forward and around John and grasped the hard cock that was pointing the way.  He stroked and fondled John as they climbed the stairs and made their way into John’s bedroom. As they reached the bed, John pulled Adam around and kissed him again, and they collapsed together onto the bed, Adam ending up laying across John’s torso, their lips still locked in a deep kiss.

John had not pulled his sweats up and his erect cock stood proudly, poking into Adam’s thighs.  Adam, not releasing their kiss began to pull his own pants off and soon he was bottomless as well.  He shifted his weight, and still kissing John, he lifted his body and slid his ass down onto John’s cock, no hand to guide it home, both cock and ass seemed to find each other, and they connected in a moment of pure bliss for both men.  The warmth of Adam’s ass closed around John’s cock as Adam pulled their lips apart and started to nibble on John’s ear. Together, they nibbled on each other’s ears and neck, while Adam impaled himself over and over again on John’s cock.

It was only a few minutes before John felt himself ready to cum, he told Adam to slow down but Adam had simply kept riding his cock.  He sat up and started to stroke his own cock as he filled his ass repeatedly with John’s seven inches.  Within moments of touching his own cock, his load spilled across John’s furry chest, leaving several long trails of cum reaching up to John’s neck.  As he came, he tightened his ass around John’s cock and milked the load that had been building, John blasted four strong shots of his load into Adam’s ass.  Adam continued to ride and leaned down into another round of kissing as the last few pulses of his load continued to empty into Adam. 

They stayed there in place, kissing, cum drying on John’s belly, for a few minutes when John realized he hadn’t gone soft.  He wrapped his arms around Adam and rolled them over, so that he was now on top of Adam, his cock still buried deep.  He lifted Adam’s legs and placed one on each shoulder before he started to slowly fuck Adam’s, already, cum lubed ass.  They fucked hard for several minutes, with Adam stroking his cock, which was hard again, in time to John’s thrusting. John pushed up and lifted Adam’s lower back off the bed, putting his weight down on his hips, it buried his cock just that little bit deeper.  His balls rested on Adam’s upturned ass as his cock sunk deeply into Adam’s ass.

Together, they build their loads and came almost simultaneously, John first this time, draining his second load into Adam’s ass, feeling his load slide out and along his shaft, pooling on Adam’s ass crack. Sticking to his balls, as they slammed into Adam.  Adam, for his part, stroked his cock furiously and as soon as he’d felt John pulsing in his ass, he let go his second load, which hit his belly and pooled in his belly button.  John scooped up the pooled cum and licked his fingers then fed the remainder to Adam.  He rolled off Adam and splayed onto his back on the bed.  Adam, rolled back into him and down to John’s now very soft cock and he suckled the softening member in his mouth, pulling the last few drops of cum from the spend member.

When he’d gotten every drop, he leaned up and kissed John again. John wrapped one arm around Adam and together they drifted off to sleep.

“John,” he heard, “John… Are you there?” he came back to the moment and realized he’d drifted off in his memory. 

“I’m here, Al.  Tell me again, what happened? And how is Garret?” he covered.  He listened quietly, as Al poured out his story. Al sobbed his way through their evening.  They’d been celebrating Al’s coming retirement and had been out for dinner with Al’s work family.  The evening had been fun, and while booze had flowed freely, Al and Garret remained sober, Al reminded John that he and Garret had both quit drinking.  John mmhummed in reply.  But let Al keep talking.

Al said, they’d left the restaurant around 10, Garret was driving, they’d been laughing and joking about the evening’s events. Al had been given a rocking chair, that they’d have to put together.  Along with the dozen or so balloons, it rested on the back seat, as they drove home.  Al paused for a moment and the phone when silent.  After a moment he picked up his story.

“We were almost home, John, just a few blocks away.” He said, he sounded a little calmer.  “We’d slowed down to take that corner on Fender, you know the one, Gar is always complaining about how dangerous it is.”

He paused and John heard another quiet sob, “He’s always so careful at that corner,” Al continued, “you know it’s a blind corner.  They came around the corner going so fast, Garret couldn’t react at all, they just slammed into us.  They turned the corner and their car slammed ours, sitting ducks, there was nothing we could do.”

The line went dead again.

John, waited and after a minute when Al didn’t continue, he prompted, “Al, are you ok, are you still with me?” John took a sip of his too hot tea and waited for Al to answer.

“The cars smashed into each other, we both had out seatbelts on but that damned rocking chair was loose in the back seat and the way the impact hit, caused it to fly forward and hit Garret in the back of the neck.  It pinned him down across the steering wheel.  The front end was crumpled in, I couldn’t move. John. I had to just sit there, I couldn’t move, I couldn’t help him and he didn’t answer me. I kept calling his name, John and he didn’t answer me.

“The police came and emergency services, the people in the other car were dead, they had to cut us both out of our car.  They took him away before I could find out how he was, and they wouldn’t tell me anything.  My leg was broken, and I have a bruised rib, but I’m ok.  John….. John…..Garret…” The words just spilled out in a jumble.

He trailed off again. After a minute he continued.

“He’s in a coma, John.  They don’t know if he’ll walk again, he’s got a brain bruise – or whatever the fuck you call it – and he’s in a coma.  John, he’s going to wake up right? He has to, right?

“Al, take a breath.  Do you have something to drink? Water? Tea? Coffee?” he asked.

“I have some ice water, yeah.” Al offered.

“Good.  Are you at home, Al?  Or still at the hospital?”

“I’m at the hospital, they gave me a wheelchair, and a room for the night, but I’m not leaving him, John. They can’t make me.”

“Which hospital, Al? I’ll wake up Adam and we’ll leave right away.”

“What are you going to tell him, John?  I don’t know anything yet, only that he’s in a coma.  I don’t know what to tell him or what you can tell him.”

“Don’t worry about that, Al, just sit with Garret and we’ll be there as soon as we can get there.”

“Don’t you dare rush, John. Drive safe, I can’t lose you both as well.” He could hear the distress in Al’s voice.

“You haven’t lost anyone yet, Al.  We’ll be safe and we’ll be there in a couple of hours. Are you going to be alright until we get there? Call us both, I suspect that Adam will be calling you, you may be talking to him the whole way there. “

Al, actually, laughed at that.  He gave John the information.

“Okay, I’m going to hang up now, Al.  Call me if you need me.  I’m going to wake up Adam and we’ll be on the road shortly.

He disconnected the call and put his phone down on the counter.  He stood in the kitchen and finished his tea, then put the cup in the dishwasher and dreading the next few minutes he climbed the stairs and opened the door to their bedroom.

Adam still slept on, he’d always been a good sleeper, one of John’s favourite things was to wake him up with a kiss or a blowjob, and occasionally a hard cock pressed into his ass.  Despite the news he bore, his cock stirred as he thought of those fun times, and it didn’t help that Adam chose that moment to roll over and display the tent of his sleeping hard on.  John debated (for only the merest moment) just waking him up with sex but he knew Adam needed to be told. Ignoring the tented sheet, he came around the bed and sat down beside Adam and gently placed a hand on the sleeping man’s shoulder.

“Adam” he said softly, as he shook Adam’s shoulder.  Then firmer, “Adam” he said again.  Adam’s hands came up and one found it’s way into John’s lap and was soon tugging on John’s cock.  The other found his own hard cock.

“Mmmm”, John heard from the half-awake Adam.  John pushed Adam’s hand off of his cock and shook him again.

“Adam”, he said more firmly, “wake up, there’s been an accident.”

Adam still not quite awake, tried to grab John’s cock again.

“Adam, wake up, it’s your father.” He said finally.

Adam sat up, now wide awake.

“My father? What’s wrong, John?”

“There’s been an accident, both your father and Al are in hospital, we’re going there now.  And before you ask, both are alive, your father is in a coma and Al is seriously hurt and that’s all I know. Now get dressed, we’re leaving as soon as we’re both ready.”

They both dressed quickly and were out of the driveway in about 15 minutes.  The traffic was light, at that time of night, and they made good time.  Adam spent much of the drive on the phone with Al, they kept each other calm.  There was no change in Garret’s condition yet. He remained in the coma, and they needed to wait. 

It was just after dawn when they pulled into the hospital parking lot.  Adam hadn’t cried the whole way there, he’d been speaking with Al, and John guessed that he hadn’t allowed himself to weep, for Al’s sake. But as they got out of the car, Adam collapsed into John’s arms and sobbed, he cried for a solid five minutes before the tears ebbed and he lifted his head off of John’s shoulder.  John had worn a cardigan and it was now soaked through.  He took it off and pitched into the back seat.

Taking Adam’s hand, they made there way into the hospital and up to the room where Garret lay. As they turned the corner and entered the hallway where Garret’s room was, there was some excitement out front of the room.  They could here Al, calling “Garret”, excitedly.

They both rushed forward.  Several nurses and a doctor surrounded the bed, Al was pushed off to the side, out of the way in his wheelchair.  As they filled the doorway, Al looked their way.

“He’s awake, Adam.  He’s awake.”

They came in and stood with Al. A nurse advised them that they had to leave and Al told her where to go, this was his son and he was staying. She let them be.  And returned to the bedside. A doctor was flashing a light in Garret’s eyes.  They tested his reflexes and dragged a tongue depressor across the souls of his feet and hands.  Garret not really sure what was going on was querulous and fighting them.

Finally, the doctor came over to Al, John, and Adam. 

“Well, he’s very lucky, there doesn’t appear to be any major damage, no spinal injury, maybe a mild concussion and maybe some bruised ribs but over all he came through it ok.  We’ll keep him for a few days and do a few more tests tomorrow but I think he’ll be fine.”

Al leaned forward and grasped the doctor’s hands and kissed them, “Thank you, thank you.” He said. And as soon as the nurses and staff began to clear out, he wheeled himself over to Garret’s bedside and held Garret’s left hand.

Garret looked over at him, “I’m sorry, do I know you?” he asked.

And in that moment, Al’s face fell.  Until, that is, after a moment Garret smiled and lifted Al’s hands to his lips or tried to, Al’s chair was too far away and Garret wasn’t strong enough to sit up yet, so he ended up blowing a kiss.  “I’m so glad you’re ok.” He said, “I love you, you old goat”.

Al tried to stand but his leg had other ideas.  Adam and John helped him up and leaned him over the bed and he and Garret kissed.  And cried.  They all cried.  And hugged, as much as wheelchairs and hospital beds allowed.

Finally, a nurse came in and advised that both men needed sleep, they wheeled a bed into Garret’s room and placed them side by side.  Two orderlies helped Al into the bed, and he held Garret’s hand, afraid to let him go, they could at least kiss in this arrangement.

Adam and John reluctantly said their good nights or rather good mornings and headed back to Al and Garret’s home.  The ride over wasn’t long, and was made in silence.  John looked over at Adam who appeared to be sleeping. His head was back, and his eyes were closed. John let him be and didn’t say anything to disturb him.

The house was only a few blocks from the hospital, so it was only a few minutes before they were pulling into the driveway.

“We’re here already,” Adam said, as he sat up and looked around.  He seemed very weary as he half crawled, half climbed out of the car.  He handed John his keys, which included a copy of the keys to his father’s house, and they let themselves in.  No sooner had the door closed than Adam collapsed into, John’s arms. John held him in a supportive hug, which turned into a kiss and need exploded in them both. Both stress relieve and tension broke across them and clothes hit the floor.  They made it to the guest bedroom and fell, pushed each other onto the bed.

Adam pushed John over onto his back and mounted him. He rode him hard and fast, slamming his ass down onto John’s cock. Leaning down to aggressively kiss and bite John’s lips, his neck, his ears.  He needed to use and abuse John, to relieve all the tension he’d been holding since John woke him hours before.

He fucked John hard, riding him fast.  John was little more than meat beneath him, a living sex toy as he bled the stress out of himself and shot a load across John’s belly and chest.  He collapsed down onto John and John enveloped him in a hug, once again.  His hard cock still buried in Adam.  He had no need to finish himself, it was more about Adam’s need in that moment.  As his arms closed around Adam’s back, Adam again began to sob quietly.  John just caressed his back and rubbed a hand through his hair. 

They woke like that, several hours later, at some point, John’s cock had slipped out of Adam’s ass, the cum dried on his belly and chest had matted his hair.  They showered, dressed and headed back to the hospital. 

Over the next few weeks, they stayed for Al and Garret, and both helped to take care of the couple, as they both got on their feet.  John bought two rocking chairs and had them waiting on the verandah as they brought them home from the hospital.

“Oh, Hell no.“ laughed Al when he saw them.