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Subject: Blove Max and Peter chapter 14 gay/adult-youth Blove- Max and Peter � St. Willie This is the story of young brothers desperate for stability in their lives in a time where everything they knew as normal suddenly fell to pieces. Strange truths are uncovered as the boys rebuild their lives. In the story you will find characters of Blove, a small seaside resort town. Like many small towns, this place has its characters; some enjoyable, some serious and some simply tolerable. “Max and Peter” is a tale of men and boys. St. Willie ail NB We must thank Nifty for providing us with this platform, free of charge. One were we can read about what we love, something not allowed in main stream media. The writers themselves are doing it for free as well, so your donation to Nifty is for your pleasure: fty/donate.html Chapter 14 Max lay, looking at his reflection from the mirror over the bed, Peter lying next to him, sleeping. He could not help but wonder what Santa meant by looking in the mirror and think before he sees his father in the morning. Max tried fishing for more at the restaurant and while they were watching movies after they arrived home, but Santa only told him that he must work it out himself. He turned and looked at the sleeping Peter before looking up at the mirror again, thinking how he would do anything to protect his brother. Then it hit him, his father never used him, he blackmailed his father into doing things with him, things he loved, loving his father even more after each time it happened. There was one time he said no to his dad, and his father gave him a kiss on the forehead, saying how much he loved him before he left the room. It dawned on him that his whole family is broken, not only him but Peter as well. Peter’s love for the diaper came from when his broken mother could not handle the death of his brother. Cole was Peter’s identical twin and she dressed Peter the same way she did Cole after his death, in a diaper. Maybe she was scared that Peter would end the same way as his twin. Yes, she did start drinking heavily and he had to take care of her at times, but losing a child must be the hardest thing to live with. He remembered how Cole begged her and their father to stop the chemo after the last time the cancer came back, and how his parents had huge arguments on what to do. He could remember sitting on his father’s lap when the doctor told them that even if they do a new round of chemo, it will only prolong the inevitable. Cole’s changes were so bad that he would most likely not make it through the next round of chemo. He could remember how his parents argued about what to do. Dad said to stop the treatments, and Mom refused to. In the end it was the chemo that ended it all, his body was just too weak. Max’ attention turned to his dad as he looked up in the mirror. He could remember how his dad sat outside alone in the car for so many times crying; when he came inside he was this strong man, trying to get the whole family on track again. He realized that his dad once tried to tell him something very important, but he did not understand it at the time, but it makes sense to him now. It was one night after they made love, dad did not go clean himself as usual, but stayed sitting on his bed. His dad picked him up and made him sit on his lap. “Son, you and I are so much alike.” Max’s father said while hugging Max, “We have so much love to share, but others will not understand.” “What you mean Daddy?” Max remembered asking. “You love me the way Mommy loves me, and I love you the way I love Mommy.” Max remembered his dad saying, while kissing him on the forehead, “There will come a time in your life when you must decide who you want to love for the rest of your life. Don’t make the same mistake I made.” Max remembered how his dad starting crying before leaving the room to go clean himself, never to return later for the good night kiss. Max sat up when he realized what his dad wanted to tell him. His dad loves another, not only him, but someone else other than his mom. Dad could not decide who he loves more, his wife or his other wife. For one moment Max could see clearly what his dad meant, and he understood his father like never before. Max took his phone and looked at the message his dad sent earlier the day, one that he ignored because he knew his father was coming 16:30 We will be leaving at midnight. I know what you’re thinking but let me tell you just one thing, whether you believe me or not. I love you just as much as I love Peter and the rest of my children. I know what I did was so wrong and unfair to you and your brother, there is no way I can make up for it. See you tomorrow. Love, Dad Max looked over at his sleeping brother before he stood up from bed and walked to the playroom, he wanted to be alone for a minute, not to cry but to think. He was only wearing his white undies and switched on the light in the kitchen, wanting to get a glass of soda. He got a fright in seeing a naked Santa sitting there. “Jesus, you gave me a fright.” Max said looking at Santa. “And you, me.” Santa looked at Max. “Sorry, used to living alone so I didn’t bother to dress. What’re you doing up at 2 in the morning?” “I could not sleep.” Max started making himself coffee. “I understand now what you meant to look in the mirror.” “Do you?” Santa smiled at the boy, pulling the chair next to him to indicate to Max he wanted him to sit there, “And what did you find?” “We are all broken, my whole family.” Max said sitting down on the chair that Santa pulled out for him “I was the one that conned dad into making love sakarya escort with me, at first it was just a game for me but it turned to love.” “That is a huge thing to admit my little friend.” Santa turned to the boy, “Why you say you all broken?” “Where to start?” Max said sipping from his coffee. “Peter’s way to handle the death of our brother, you know the nappy thing, and there is Mom and her drinking. Dad tried his best to pull us together, but yet he sat hours and hours in his car crying.” “Yes, we all have different ways to handle death of a loved one.” Santa smiled but yet looked serious “And what is it that you do to mourn the death of your brother?” “I don’t know.” Max said honestly, “I have tried, just like Dad did, to hold everyone together.” “And yet you never had time to mourn right?” Santa asked “Have you ever cried over him?” “Yes, I did.” Max said looking at Santa’s naked body, eyes stuck on the flaccid smooth penis. “And there you go, doing it again.” Santa lifted the boys chin with one finger so he could look into the boys eyes, “You have been trying to replace that love you have for Cole with something else, like you did with Paul.” “Maybe, I don’t know.” Max turned his body to Santa, “Help me please.” “Your mom told me about all the animals you rescued.” Santa took Max hands in his, seeing how vulnerable the boy was, “The little birds that fall out the nest, the sick doggy, the lost kitten and the little girl you found that was lost. She told me how you tried everything to help all of them and how sad you were when they have found their parents or regained their health and had to go away. Max, nothing can replace that love you had for Cole. That love is irreplaceable and nothing anyone does can take the sad feeling away. Only time makes it feel better and we learn how to live with that loss we had. I am so happy that you finally spoke of Cole, for he will be alive inside your heart for the rest of your life.” “Will time take this hurt away?” Max asked, “I mean make it less?” “Yes, it will.” Santa pulled the boy in for a hug, “You will not feel better right now but you will soon find that the pain is more bearable to carry with you.” “Thank you, Santa.” Max pushed away, “I think I must set things right with Dad.” “You’re becoming wise, I see.” Santa smiled, “See when one sits back, we find all the answers we need within ourselves. My Tony used to say, `think with your brain while following your heart, your heart is seldom wrong.'” “What does that mean?” Max looked as Santa stood up, his flaccid member hanging freely from his big body. “It means, little fella,” Took the boy’s hand and lead him to the game room, “You must follow your heart but always think about what you doing, so that you don’t get in a situation that you cannot control.” Max was thinking on what Santa told him as they were walking to the game room, knowing what he must do next. He let go of Santa’s hand when the old man bent down to lit the fire in the fire place, using big logs as he did so. “Why you lighting a fire” Max asked, “I mean, we need sleep.” “Yea, I know.” Santa smiled looking back at Max. “But finish that message you want to send, then we can chat about why I can’t sleep some nights” 02:07 I was wrong daddy, I was wrong hating you, I’m only seeing it now. You don’t have to come anymore but I will love it if you still come. I miss you daddy. Love, Max. 02:08 I never thought that you hated me. What I did was wrong and I know how you must be angry at me. See you later, Love Daddy 02:08 Love you to daddy. Max Max felt good when he placed his phone down on the small lamp table next to the couch, he looked around to see what Santa is doing, but could not spot him. Max wondered if he was too long on the phone, then he saw the big man entering the room again. “Sorry, just did go get some pants.” Santa smiled as he saw Max looking at him, “Want something to drink buddy?” “A soda please.” Max started wondering why Santa not telling him its bed time. “I will not tell if you want something stronger.” Santa said pouring him a whiskey on ice. “Nah.” Max said looking at his phone to see if his dad replied, he didn’t. “Here.” Santa handed him a glass with soda, “When I can’t sleep, I come here, light a fire and just think about what’s bothering me.” “Is something bothering you?” Max took a sip of his soda and giggled, “Wanna talk about it?” “You’re the funny one at this ungodly hour in the morning.” Santa gave Max a wicked look, “But yea, there is something that is bothering me.” “I am here if you need to talk.” Max gave Santa a serious look. “I am in love Max.” Santa looked at the fire, “And I do not know how to handle it.” “What? You in love?” Max looked surprised, “With who? Willie? Peter? Do I even know the person?” “Yes you know him.” Santa looked at Max, “But I fear I will not be good for him.” “Why not?” Max looked confused, “I think it’s Peter, am I right?” “Let me tell you a story Max.” Santa took a big sip from his whiskey, “My life story.” “Your life story?” Max placed his soda next to his phone, “You’re like 50, is the night long enough?” “You’re really funny when you must be sleeping.” Santa giggled, “Yes I am 50 but I promise to keep it short, I just want to give you some background.” “I’m listening.” Max smiled. “As a 10-year-old I was really skinny.” Santa started “Unlike now, one will never believe I was as thin as Peter. I was not sick or anything, I just had a really hard life. My father passed away the year before and Mom was struggling to keep her head above water. Back in those samsun escort years this little town was even smaller and work was hard to find, but my mom did find work and worked long hours. She went out at 5 in the morning and some nights only come back in after I was already asleep. When I was 10, I had to run the household, make sure that there was food on the table, making sure that my younger sister is dressed and fed for school. In the afternoons I must do my homework and make sure my sister does hers. Those were real hard times and my mom made it even harder when she came home drunk.” “Sounds like the story of my life.” Max full attention was on Santa, “My Dad’s still alive and all, but the rest sounds really like my life.” “Very much, doesn’t it?” Santa stated before continuing, “Two days after I turned 11 my life became even harder, Mom lost her job and a few days later, on New Year’s Day, my sister went to go live with my dad’s sister, she did not have a place for me. Mom started drinking heavily and we struggled to even eat once per day, even struggled to keep the roof over our heads. I ended up working by the end of February that year. I worked as a sweeper at the local barber shop and my pay was an apartment to live in and a plate of food every night for me and my mom. The barber shop that I own now and the apartment you live in. That sweeper job came with other duties, duties that changed my life completely.” “What did you have to do?” Max said looking on as Santa filled his glass again, “Did you had to sleep with him?” “Yes. Very often, yes.” Santa sat down before continuing further, “But I thought I was in love at the time, I was gay and liked older men, still do up to this evening. The man’s name was Barry, a kind man, big blue eyes with a soft but deep voice and a body has hard as a rock. He was not married nor did he have any kids, and I still think he loved me as well. Most importantly, he looked after me. I could go back to school and he even helped my mother get back on track and get a job again. After school, Barry would teach me the art of cutting hair before helping me do my homework after closing time. It was a really good thing we had going for two years.” “Wait a second,” Max made a funny face while thinking, “I thought the guy that was your life-long boyfriend name was named Tony – the wrestler. Right?” “That’s what I like about you the most. You a thinker, just like I was.” Santa smiled, “Well two years later, I met a new teacher at school, kind woman and everyone liked her and her husband. He was a local hero around here, being the first Olympian that this town produced. I met him one day as he came in for a haircut, sitting there with his green eyes, looking at me. By his 3rd visit at the barber shop he saw Barry teaching me, Tony insisted that he will be my first customer. I made a royal mess of it and Barry basically had to shave Tony’s head to set things right again. Tony was not mad at me, thought it was a big joke, but I felt so bad that I just ran upstairs to our apartment. Days later, I went to their house on the other end of the street. Almost shit myself being so scared, but I just had to apologize to Tony. That’s the day I found that I was in love with the sports hero of the town. We started seeing each other more and more, always had an excuse ready for the next meeting.” “What about Barry?” Max was totally captivated by Santa. “I felt guilty what I was doing to him.” Santa continued “For 5 years it went on like that, Barry and me, me and Tony, and not one of the men knew that I was with the other.” “Holy shit, just like my dad.” Max finished his soda, “He loved two people at the same time as well.” “Pretty much.” Santa finished his second whiskey. “But I was in love with Tony and I loved Barry. Barry was the one that took care of me when times were rough and I loved him for that, but Tony, well, my heart belonged to him, still does in a way.” “Did they find out about each other?” Max asked. “Yes, but not in the way you think.” Santa face looked sad, “Tony’s wife found out about us and she devastated. They were separated for a few months and I could see that Tony was not happy at all. He loved her just as much as he loved me. During that time I grew scared that he will tell Barry so on my 18th birthday I went to Barry and I told him the truth, much to my surprise he knew about it for years already, saying that it did bother him at first but he still saw that I loved him. He said that he still loved me but he confessed that it turned into a father-son relationship for him around my 15th year.” “Huh?” Max was confused, “So he saw you as his son, then why he still sleep with you?” “He was right. I loved him as a father as well.” Santa smiled again, “The older I got the less sex there was, but we still loved each other. Sounds strange I know, but some men loose sexual interest in a boy when they reach a certain age, that age differs from man to man. Well, by my 18th year we had sex maybe once a month, but we loved to be together every day. He taught me so much about hair and how to take care of it and about life as well. When Tony told me he can’t live without his wife and kids, it really hurt me, knowing that we will never see each other again, Barry was the one that was there for me.” “So, Tony left you to be with his wife?” Max asked. “Maybe.” Santa replied, “I think he left me to be with his kids, I strongly believe that if it was just between me and his wife, he would have chosen me.” “That’s fucked up.” Max replied, “So how did you and Tony get together again?” “No, ankara sarışın escort Tony did the right thing.” Santa explained, “There is no bigger love than what you have for your own children, no man or women can even think of get between a father and his children. In the years follow that so many things happened, Barry and my mom died within days of each other, leaving me the barbershop and all property Barry owned. Tony’s son grew up and he found love as well, just like me and Tony. Most importantly, Tony never lost contact with me, sending me letters once a week.” “His son?” Max saw his brother entering the room, sitting down on the small step by the door, showing Max not to tell that he is there with a finger on his lips, “I mean all grownups have a loved one.” “Yes, his son Greg.” Santa smiled, “He fell in love with an 11-year-old, but unlike Tony, Greg did everything to be with Steve, the man with who your mom left for the workshop with.” “Was Greg also 11-years-old?” Max asked, “And are he and Steve still together because Willie said Steve has a boyfriend my age now?” “No Greg was much older than Steve.” Santa explained, “If I recall correctly, he was round 22 when he met Steve. Greg was a surfer and a damn good one at it as well, but sadly he lost his life while surfing.” “O, I see.” Max looked over to his brother, wondering why he was just sitting there. “What about Tony?” “After Greg passed he came to me.” Santa started again, “He cried in my arms for days, then 2 months later, his wife passed as well. Still don’t know what was wrong with her, but Tony said she passed from a broken heart. After she passed his daughter saw Tony coming to me, she did not like it and she thought that Tony and I still had a secret relationship over the years. She took her things and Tony never heard from her again.” “So, after that you and Tony hooked up again?” Max asked. “No, not immediately.” Santa explained, “For a year Tony never allowed anyone near him, he went to live by himself all alone just outside town. We hooked up again in the end, our love was always there but Tony refused to have someone live with him on a permanent basis. Everyone knew soon enough that Tony and I were a couple, but not once did we live together. I used to go to him for a night or two and he used to come here for a night or two, but we never lived as a couple.” “Why was that?” Max asked. “Only Tony would know that.” Santa explained, “Even when he was at his weakest, he refused to live with me permanently. Some say that his stubborn ways were what kept him alive, but I think he was hoping that his daughter will return.” “Wow, that’s sad.” Max looked on as Santa put a new log on the fire, “But why did you say that you’re in love with someone and it might not be good for him?” “Max, I love Peter very much.” Santa took Max hand in his, “But I am not in love with him, I’m in love with someone else.” “Fuck,” Max said, “You’re only using Peter?” Max looked at Peter standing up walking closer to where they sat. “No, I never used him.” Santa explained and Peter came to a standstill behind him unbeknownst to Santa. “What I feel for Peter is the same as I feel about Barry, I will always love him, even if we never have sex again.” “Then who you in love with then? Willie?” Max looked from Santa to Peter, fearing his brother will not take the news in a good way. “He’s in love with you, you idiot.” Peter said grinning from behind Santa, giving the old man such a fright that he jumped up. “Or he would not have told you his life story.” “O my god, Peter.” Santa spun around. “I did not want” “Shhh.” Peter said, “I told you I like you and love you as my friend, please don’t stop playing baby baby with me.” “Wait? What?” Max stood up and looked at Santa, “You’re in love with me? But I thought that you liked older or even Willie or Peter. Why me?” “That’s why he said he might not be good for you.” Peter said jumping into Santa’s arms, “Older boys have no clue, they like girls.” “Stuff off, Peter.” Max said, “Why do you think I feel the same way Santa?” “I don’t.” Santa answered placing Peter back on the floor, “The day I first met you, I had the same feeling than I had when I met Tony. Tonight, I could not sleep because I wanted, no needed to tell you. At my age I know one thing, when it comes to the things of the heart, speak out or live my life as Tony.” “I don’t know.” Max said running towards the door, “I just don’t know.” As Max rounded the door he almost stepped on Willie, causing him to fall down before running back to the bedroom. Willie stood up and walked into the boy’s room, Santa did not see him entering. “How much have you heard, Peter?” Santa asked. “We heard everything. Well, Peter more than I.” Willie came to a standstill next to Santa, “He told me that Max was helping you.” “I woke up and came looking for Max.” Peter said “I heard from when Max refused to the drink you wanted to give him.” “So, you heard everything?” Santa asked but he looked at Willie who was not looking happy. “Yip, everything.” Peter answered. “So, you told him as well?” Willie asked, “You told him your life story? You never told me about Barry and Tony’s family. Why?” “Willie,” Santa stopped for a second, took a deep breath before continuing, “I tried telling him how love works in strange ways.” “Yea, just like Daddy, Mommy and his other wife.” Peter answered as he understood it, “Daddy is like Santa, Barry and Tony is like Mommy and his other wife.” “Wow, Peter.” Santa gave Peter a surprised look, “I did not see it that way, but yea, basically you’re right.” “But yet….” Willie walked to the door, stopped and looked back at Santa, “You refuse to tell me who my real father is.” To Be Continued. Xxxx We as writers do this for free, putting lot of time and effort in to our hobby. Please feel free to comment by emailing me on ail

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