My Big Fat Gay Life (29 page)

“BEST! BLOWJOB! EVER!!!” My hands were gripping the sheets, tangling them in my hands, and I was arching my back with pleasure. As I bellowed the last word, I blew my load down Barbara’s throat. Then I collapsed back onto the bed, covered in sweat and grinning from ear to ear.

I reached down to grasp Barbara’s head, intending to bring her up to my level so I could kiss her.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” I heard a male voice say. Looking down between my legs, I gasped and scurried back against the bed head. Justin’s face was smiling up at me!

I sat bolt upright in bed, stifling a yell. The dream remained quite vivid in my mind, but as I calmed down the dream broke down into fragments and melted away, as dreams usually do upon waking.

Checking between my legs, I found that I’d cum. What a mess! No wonder they call them wet dreams. I carefully slipped out of bed and slunk into the bathroom, being as stealthy as possible so as not to wake Barbara.

Closing the bathroom door, I took off my pyjama pants and ran them under cold water to remove the semen, and then threw them in the laundry basket. Then I took off my pyjama top and added it to the pile of dirty washing. I took the basket full of laundry and crept back into the bedroom, where I carefully opened one of my drawers and took out a pair of running shorts and a singlet. I quickly slipped them on, and then took the laundry basket to the kitchen.

After loading the washing machine with dirty clothes and turning it on, I headed outside for a jog.

* * *

Jogging always clears my mind. No matter where I am in the world and what I’m doing, I always find time for a daily jog. As I jogged along the towpath, I contemplated my dream.

I know that guys in my situation often have homoerotic dreams, but my own sister’s husband? Seriously? That’s totally fucked up!

There was a knock at the door, and when it opened Patricia and Ruth swept into the room. They rushed over to the bed, and there was a flurry of hugs and kisses.

“Is it true?” Patricia asked me. “Can you communicate with us?”

I blinked once. Ruth and Patricia stared at me, their faces full of surprise.

“He was moving his eyes left and right yesterday,” Ruth said to Patricia. “I swear he was!”

“Donovan,” Patricia looked at me. “Can you blink at will now?”

I blinked again, once.

“Oh thank the Universe!” Patricia cried, covering my face with kisses. “It’s fine Ruth. Blinking is the method I was working on with him. I never even thought to look for eye movements!”

Through pure determination and hard work, I’d managed to gain some control over my eyelids. Now, hopefully, I could help my loved ones gain some control back over their lives.

“Do you remember moving your eyes for me yesterday?” Ruth asked me. I blinked once. It was such a relief to be able to blink: it required far less effort than moving my eyes left and right.

“Is my name Shrek?” Ruth asked me. I blinked twice. The ladies grabbed each other’s hands and jumped up and down, making excited little squealing sounds.

“This is wonderful!” Patricia cried. “I have to go and get Matt! He’ll be thrilled!”

I blinked, twice. I paused, and then blink twice again.

“Why not?” Patricia asked me. Straining with the effort and concentration involved, I managed to close the eyelid over my black eye, but only the one eye.

“What does that mean?” Patricia asked Ruth. The girls looked at each other in confusion.

“Is it something to do with your eye?” Ruth asked me.

I blinked, once. I studied their faces, and saw realisation dawn in Patricia’s eyes.

“Did he do that to you?” She asked me. I blinked, once.

“Was it an accident?” I blinked, twice.

Ruth stood by during this exchange with a look of horror on her face. Her mouth had dropped open.

“He did this to you on purpose?” she asked me. I blinked, once.

“Donovan,” Patricia said, her voice dropping into serious mode. “Has he hurt Sebastian?”

I blinked, once. Both women gasped.

“Excuse me for a moment,” Patricia said, stalking from the room.

“I love you,” I told Bilal, “and I’m ready!”

Patricia had gone out for the evening, so I’d snuck Bilal into my room. I had candles lit and soft music playing. Corny, yes, but Bilal seemed to appreciate the romantic atmosphere.

“Now?” he said, eyes wide with anticipation.

“Yes,” I laughed, nodding enthusiastically.

“Are you sure?” he asked me, to which I responded by leaning across and kissing him.

Bilal stood up and stripped off his clothes, but his legs got tangled in his jeans and he nearly fell over. I laughed.

“Slow down,” I said. “We have all evening.”

“It won’t take all evening!” he stated. “I’ll be lucky to last three strokes!”

“I’ll take what I can get,” I said reassuringly, grinning at him as he untangled his jeans from his legs. I marvelled at his strong youthful body, and felt a shiver of anticipation run down my spine.

“Your turn,” he said, and sat down on the bed. I stood and slowly stripped off my shirt. As I undid the buttons on my jeans, I noticed his cock was standing to attention and watching me as well with its one eye. I turned my back to him and slid my jeans down over my arse. I heard him gulp.

When I was naked I sat next to him on the bed, and then I reached over and grasped his cock in my hand.

“Uh oh!” he exclaimed, and he shot a load of spunk. It spat into the air, arced a metre away and landed on our clothes.

“Good!” I exclaimed. “Now you won’t be as sensitive when you fuck me.”

We kissed passionately for a few minutes and fumbled with each other’s body. It was clumsy and awkward at first, but eventually we became comfortable with each other. I reached out to my nightstand and opened the drawer, then retrieved a condom and some lube.

“You ready?” I asked him.

* * *

To give Bilal his due credit, he lasted much longer than I thought he would. He actually stayed hard in me long enough for me to cum as well, and the orgasm was the best one of my life! My hands tingled, my feet tingled, and my heart felt fluttery.

“If you let me rest for a few minutes, we can go for round two,” Bilal said. We were lying side-by-side, panting and covered in sweat.

“I think that’s enough for today,” I answered. “I’m a bit tender now. It was amazing though!”

He grinned, and we lapsed into silence. Eventually I broke the quiet moment.

“Bilal,” I asked him, propping myself up on my elbow and looking him in the eye. “Would you still love me if I were a woman?”

He just gave me a quizzical look.

“What I mean is,” I faltered, “do you ever think you could have sex with a woman?”

“Hell no!” he stated emphatically. “I’m a total cock guy. I didn’t go through all that drama with my family and all that therapy to end up with a fish!” He did an exaggerated shudder of disgust.

I sighed and lay back down.

After stepping outside of Donovan’s room, I forced myself to take a few deep breaths and calm down. Then I made my way to the nurse’s station.

“Wonderful news Matt!” I called out to him as I approached, holding out my arms as though I wanted to hug him. “Donovan has learned how to communicate with us!”

Matt smiled and stepped out from behind the desk, putting his arms out to receive a hug. I put my hands on his shoulders, then brought my knee up into his groin with all the force I could summon. His breath escaped in rush, and his face turned purple. He sank to his knees, and then collapsed onto his side.

“If you EVER touch my husband or my son again, I’ll KILL you, you fucking son of a bitch!” I screamed at him. Other staff came rushing to the scene, grabbing my arms and trying to calm me down.

“Do you hear me?” I ranted at the top of my voice. “I’ll KILL you!”

Breaking free of their hold, I walked briskly back to Donovan’s room.

“My husband will be checking out today,” I called back over my shoulder to the collection of nurses and orderlies.

Once I was back inside Donovan’s room, I fished my phone out of my purse and dialled a number.

“Kento!” I said briskly after he’d answered his phone. “I need your help!”

There was a pounding on the door, but I chose to ignore it.

“Open up Sebastian!” I heard Patricia call out. “We know you’re in there!”

I ignored her, hoping that she’d go away. Then I heard a key in the lock, and the door swept open. Patricia strode into the apartment, followed closely by Kento. They both stopped in their tracks when they saw the medical boot on my broken foot.

“Did that cunt do this to you?” Patricia asked me, her voice full of venom. She was pointing at my foot.

I didn’t say a word. Patricia came over and wrapped me in a hug.

“I know what’s been going on Sweetheart,” she said to me tenderly. “It stops right now. You’re coming with me.”

Fear gripped me.

“I can’t go anywhere!” I exclaimed. “Matt might phone. If I’m not here, he’ll get angry with me.”

“Kento can deal with Matt,” Patricia said, softly but forcefully.