FINAL FANTASY
After Starsky almost dies, he and Hutch make a decision
about their future.
Slash, committed relationship. Starsky
h/c.
Beta Read by ProvencePuss. This the sequel to Fantasy Fulfilled and is the final story in the series.
I woke up with an urgent need to relieve myself. Biting
back a groan of pain I slowly and carefully eased my battered body to the edge
of the bed and sat up. I sat there for a minute to wait for the room to stop
spinning. I knew Hutch was in the kitchen fixing breakfast but I didn’t want to
yell for him if I didn’t have to. He had done so much in the past few months,
driving himself to the edge of exhaustion to take care of me.
Four months ago I had been shot down in the parking
garage at headquarters by two men disguised as police officers. I took four
bullets to the torso and almost died. Hell, I did die. My heart stopped three
times, once on the way to the hospital in the ambulance, one during the
emergency surgery to save my life and once three days later while I was lying
in a coma in the ICU. The third time I almost didn’t make it back. It took them
almost five minutes to get my heart started again. The doctor had been ready to
give up when my heart started beating again just as Hutch came storming through
the doors that opened into the unit like an avenging angel on a mission. My avenging angel.
I suffered massive injuries, life threatening injuries. I
lost almost all of my blood before I reached the hospital. All total, I had
over nine transfusions to replace the blood I had lost. I lost my spleen, a
portion of my lower intestines, one kidney and my gall bladder. My left lung
was torn to pieces both from the bullets and a shattered rib. Two other ribs
were broken and they spent almost ten hours piecing me back together and
digging pieces of shattered bone and bullet fragments out of my chest and
abdomen.
I suffered massive muscle
and tissue damage to my left shoulder and couldn’t use that hand or arm for
weeks.
I spent over six weeks in the hospital, four of those in
Intensive Care. For eight days I was on total life support, the machines the
only thing keeping me alive. I battled two severe infections, one which caused
blood poisoning, a bout with pneumonia and bronchitis, three additional
surgeries to repair more of the damage to my body, a severe allergic reaction
to one of my medications that put me back in Intensive Care for three days, and
I spiked high fevers that made it necessary to pack my body in ice to bring
them down. When I was finally cleared to go home, it was based on the condition
that I had a full time caregiver since I was still so weak that I couldn’t do
anything for myself. Thank God, I had Hutch.
It was a good thing that Hutch and I were already lovers.
In the beginning he had to bathe me, help me go to the bathroom, feed me, and
even wipe my ass. I couldn’t have dealt with anyone else assisting me with such
intimate necessities. Because I was still in a wheelchair for a few weeks,
Hutch let both of our apartments go and found a tiny bungalow on the beach for
us to move to. It was all on one level so there were no steps to climb and
Hutch added handrails in the bathroom and the hallways to help me get around.
We moved in together and
nobody in the department batted an eye. We’re living together with the blessing
of my doctors, our peers, our friends and families, and Internal Affairs.
Before I got shot, Hutch and I had only been lovers for a couple of weeks. We
had talked about figuring out a way to live together without raising any
questions about our relationship but this wasn’t exactly the way we had in
mind.
Hutch and I still shared a bed but I was in no condition
to do anything physical. Most nights, he spent just holding me when the pain
got too much to bear, whispering soothing words of comfort in my ear until it
was time for my next dose of morphine. I had lost almost thirty pounds since
the shooting and almost all of my muscle tone. My entire system was still a
mess. My medications made me nauseated and whenever I ate, it was more likely
to come right back up instead of staying down long enough to do me any good. I
had to be on this special diet that tasted like crap. It was bland and
tasteless. Hutch started making me milkshakes and fruit drinks mixed with heavy
cream just to give me something that had some taste and I enjoyed. Later, he
added ice cream sundaes and rich puddings.
Slowly, I put back on some of the weight I had lost. I
still needed to regain about ten more pounds to be back up to my normal weight.
Two weeks after I got home, I started physical therapy to rebuild my muscle
mass and tone, as well as stretching out muscles that had contracted during my
recuperation. It was excruciating and I always in a lot of pain after each
session. I went to therapy four days a week and in between sessions, Hutch
worked with me at home. Somehow the exercises didn’t seem to hurt as much when
Hutch helped me do them. After we were done or when I got home from a regular
session, Hutch would give me these wonderful massages that the therapist had
taught him. They were designed to ease the pain in my overtaxed muscles and
helped to break up the scar tissue that covered my chest and back from the
various surgeries and bullet wounds.
Each milestone was a reason to celebrate. My first faltering, stumbling steps on my own almost eight weeks
after the shooting. The first time I was able to sleep through the night
without waking up screaming in pain. Hell, we even celebrated the first time I
was able to go to the bathroom without Hutch helping me. Now, four months after
almost dying, I was finally starting to make some noticeable progress towards
recovery. I could feed myself and walk short distances without assistance. I
had regained most of my muscle mass and tone although I still had a way to go
before my physique resembled my physical condition before the shooting. The
doctor had discontinued most of my meds. I still had to take pain pills
occasionally, pills to help boost my low immune system, and pills to help with
the severe gas pains I suffered from when I ate certain foods. My medicine
cabinet no longer resembled a mini-pharmacy.
I was discouraged because my recovery was taking so long.
Patience had never been one of my strong points. None of the numerous doctors I
still saw on a regular basis could tell me how far back I would come but none
of them thought I would ever be able to work the streets again. I was
determined to prove them wrong. Hutch had taken a leave of absence to care for
me, living off a trust fund he’d been left by his grandfather, and I received
disability payments from the department which amounted to about 75% of my
normal pay. There was a lawsuit pending on my behalf against both James Gunther and Gunther Industries
but that could be tied up in the courts for years before I ever saw a penny of
that money. Hutch handled the bills and ran the errands. To simplify things, we
had opened a joint checking account, although I didn’t have much need for a
checking account these days.
Finally, I felt steady enough to push myself to my feet
and shuffle to the bathroom. I still walked like an old man sometimes,
especially in the mornings when my body was stiff and sore. I relieved myself
at the commode and stepped to the sink to wash my hands and shave. The mirror
in the medicine cabinet was the only mirror in the house I could stand to look
into. It only reflected my face and shoulders, not my chest or stomach so I
could ignore the scars and pretend they weren’t there at least for a few
minutes each morning.
I still remembered vividly the first time I got a close
look at the scars on my body. I actually got sick and started retching. My
chest and stomach looked like a road map and the scarring was even more
noticeable since they had to shave my chest hair. The raised rows of scar
tissue were still a vivid red and most of them still had stitches in them. In
the past few months, they had become less noticeable as they faded to a pale
pink and my chest hair grew back in to cover the worst of them. But, in my
mind, they still looked the same as they had in the beginning and I hated them.
It was a good thing that Hutch loved me
because I knew that no woman would ever want to touch me again.
Since the shooting the most Hutch and I had done was
cuddle and kiss. I missed our more intimate moments but the medication had left
me temporarily impotent. I had offered to give Hutch a hand job more than once
but he refused. He said if I couldn’t enjoy sex then he wasn’t going to either
until I was able to participate in our lovemaking. I guess I should explain
that whenever I’m hurt, Hutch turns into a real mother hen. After the shooting,
it was even worse. He started treating me like I was made out of fine china and
he was afraid I’d break if he wasn’t careful. I loved him for his compassion and
empathy but finally I had to tell him to back off and let me have some room to
breathe. I know that hurt him but he did his best to let me do more on my own,
always watching me carefully to make sure I didn’t fall or hurt myself. Things
were better now than in the early days of my recovery but I still caught Hutch
watching me sometimes as if he were afraid I was a fragile piece of glass about
to shatter.
The shooting had affected us both dramatically, both
mentally and emotionally. I had drastic mood swings sometimes, my emotions
always lurking just beneath the surface. I cried easily now (but only in front
of Hutch) and suffered from nightmares about the shooting. I was afraid
whenever we left the house, always looking over my shoulder for signs of danger.
I also had panic attacks when I got too tired or stressed out. The counselor I was seeing kept telling me my
reactions were normal and that with time, my emotions would level out and my
fear would diminish. I hoped she was right.
Hutch, on the other hand, had focused his attention on
finding the man responsible for the attempt on my life and bringing him down.
Neither of us expected it to be one of the most powerful men in the country.
James Marshall Gunter had turned down a chance at the presidency because it
would have been a step down in power. But even with all his money and power, he
was no match for Hutch. Blondie brought him down and he was eventually charged
with a long list of crimes that put him away for the rest of his life. His
empire crumbled and his assets were frozen until all the lawsuits against him,
including mine, were settled.
But Hutch was haunted by the shooting too. He had
nightmares of his own and had become overly protective of me, especially when
we left the safety of our home. He was always heavily armed, even around the
house when it was just the two of us. He had installed an elaborate alarm
system and had even bought a trained guard dog, a black Doberman named Sassy
who would only obey commands from either me or Hutch.
He also suffered from periods of depression because of
the guilt he felt over the shooting. Even though there was nothing he could
have done to protect me that day, he still blamed himself. The truth is there
was no way I could have avoided the bullets that day, I was directly in the
line of fire. Hutch was on the other side of the
The shooting had reminded us both of our own mortality
and if anything, we had become even closer because of it. We had decided not to
hide our relationship. We still had to be careful whenever we were out in
public but in privacy of our home we wouldn’t hide how we felt about each other
or the fact that we shared a bedroom. We had told a selected group of friends,
including Huggy Bear, Captain Dobey and his wife. Hutch also told his family
which only gave them even more reasons to reject their only son. The rest of
our friends were all supportive and readily accepted us as a couple.
After finishing my morning routine, the aroma of pancakes
drew me into the kitchen. Hutch glanced up and smiled broadly when he saw me
coming down the hall. He rushed to my side and helped me over to the table.
After I sat down, he sat a plate in front of me with a small stack of pancakes
and strawberry jam, three strips of bacon and a cup of coffee made just the way
I like it. That was another side effect of the shooting, I could no longer eat
as much as I used to at one time and I had to eat more frequently during the
day. There were some things I could only eat on rare occasions and
unfortunately most of the items on that list were the foods I craved the most:
pizza, loaded burritos, tacos, and chili dogs smothered with everything.
Alcohol was also on my list of restricted beverages. I
could have a beer occasionally but more than two would make me sicker than a
dog and hard liquor was out of the question entirely. I even had to cut back on
the root beer that I loved and drink more fruit juices and milkshakes. Hutch
was always trying out new recipes to tempt my appetite and to introduce new
foods to see if my system could tolerate them. At least Hutch finally got his
wish. I was eating healthier than I ever had in my life but I still refused to
touch his disgusting health shakes.
“Eat up. You’ve got a doctor’s appointment this morning
and then a therapy session after that.” Hutch reminded me.
“Yes, mom.” I said, wrinkling up my nose at him. This was
my life now and for some time to come. I could never have done it without
Hutch. If it hadn’t been for him, I would have given up and let myself die.
Hutch knew when to push me and just how far but he also knew when I’d had
enough and couldn’t take anymore. He had already fired two physical therapists
for trying to push me beyond my limits. He had also fired the original
cardiologist assigned to my case because of his negative attitude towards my
recovering enough to live a productive life. He wanted to write me off and even
had the nerve to suggest to Hutch that I would be better off in a nursing home.
I think the whole hospital heard the explosion that followed when Hutch told
the good doctor in no uncertain terms what he thought of him.
I ate about half the food on my plate before my stomach
warned me that I’d had enough. Hutch smiled at me sadly as I shoved my plate
away and finished my coffee. When I had finished, it was time to leave for my
appointments.
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I tried not to moan as Hutch helped me undress and eased
me down into the bathtub of hot water. My whole body hurt from my therapy
session that morning. My muscles burned from being stretched farther than usual
and there was a dull ache in my chest from overexerting myself. My left
shoulder was also stiff and sore. Hutch had suggested a hot bath to soothe my
cramped muscles before he gave me a massage.
I leaned back in the tub and relaxed, letting Hutch do
his thing. With infinite care, he lathered up my arms and chest, gently
caressing me as he washed my body. It felt wonderful and I let my mind drift
back to happier times. I loved this man more than I ever thought possible and I
wanted to show him just how much so badly. I opened my eyes in surprise when I
felt a faint stirring deep inside of me that I hadn’t felt in months. I hoped
it was good sign that things might be returning to normal in one respect at
least.
Hutch finished washing me and then let me soak for a few
more minutes while he got things ready for my massage. Finally, he came back to
help me out of the tub. He dried me off with a towel he had warmed up in the
dryer and helped me into the bedroom. I lay on my stomach on the bed while
Hutch straddled my hips carefully. I felt him rubbing my back with the warm oil
and then his talented fingers were working at my muscles, easing the knots and
soothing the pain. By the time he had finished, I was ready for a nap. I felt
him easing off the bed and then he covered my nude body with a light blanket so
I could get some sleep. I still tired easily and frequently napped during the
day as my body continued the slow process of healing. As I drifted off, I knew
that Hutch would have a snack waiting for me when I woke up.
I woke up a couple of hours later feeling relaxed and
rested. My shoulder was still a bit stiff and sore but the rest of my muscles
didn’t hurt. I eased myself off the bed and stood up. My body always stiffened
up a little when I slept. I walked out of the bedroom and smiled when I glanced
out the glass doors that opened onto the back deck and saw Hutch in the back
yard playing with Sassy. He was tossing a ball for Sassy to catch and bring
back to him. I slid open the doors and stepped out onto the deck. “Hey, who’s
winning?” I called out to attract his attention.
Blondie
turned around and favored me with one of those brilliant smiles that I loved.
Sassy barked happily and ignored his ball in favor of running to greet me. He
sat down on the deck in front of me and waited patiently for me to pet him.
From the day Hutch brought him home, the dog seemed to sense that I was hurt
and couldn’t roughhouse with him the way that Hutch could. While he was frisky
and playful with Hutch, he was more subdued and gentle with me. He was also
almost as protective of me as Hutch was. On the rare occasions that Hutch went
somewhere and left me at the house alone, Sassy was
always right there by my side until Blondie returned.
Hutch left Sassy in the back yard to play while we went
back into the house. He got me a glass of milk and a bowl of ice cream while I
switched through the channels on the TV to find something worth watching. As a
surprise when I got out of the hospital, Hutch had bought one of the satellite
dishes that had just come on the market which enabled us to receive over 40
different channels. He knew I’d be spending a lot of time watching TV since
there wasn’t much else I could do so he knew that the satellite dish would be a
welcomed and thoughtful gift.
Handing me my afternoon snack, Hutch sank down on the
sofa beside me. I settled back against him, enjoying our moment of privacy and
shared intimacy. I felt his lips brush across my curls as he wrapped his arms
around my waist holding me close. Once more I felt that familiar stirring deep
inside and smiled to myself. I had a surprise for Blondie later, one I knew he
was going to love as much as I was going to.
We watched a movie on the TV and then Hutch made us a
light supper. After we ate, we watched TV some more until I yawned and
suggested going to bed early. I hid my grin as Hutch readily agreed thinking I
was worn out from my appointments that day. He had no idea what I really had in
mind. While Hutch was in the bathroom doing his nightly ritual, I pulled back
the covers on the bed and lit some candles on the nightstands, turning off the
overhead light. Stripping off my clothes, I stretched out on the bed, nude,
with a happy grin plastered on my face.
The expression on Hutch’s face when he came out of the
bedroom and saw me lying there was priceless. He looked around the room as my
preparations and then back at me. “Starsk?” he said in a stunned voice.
“Don’t just stand there with your mouth open, Blondie.” I
growled impatiently. “Get your ass naked and get in here with me.”
You have to give Hutch credit where credit is due. He
didn’t have to be told twice. He stripped off his clothes and crawled over the
foot of the bed towards me. There was an undeniably hungry look in those ice
blue eyes and sent a thrill of pleasure through my entire body. I felt my cock
twitch with interest. Hutch noticed it too. Looking at me, his eyes shining
with all the love he had in his heart for me, he whispered “Does this mean what
I think it means?”
“Let’s find out.” I suggested, wrapping my arms around
his neck and pulling him down on top of me so I could explore his tonsils with
my tongue. I felt Hutch’s cock stiffening up nicely as he rubbed his body
against mine. I moaned when I felt my own body starting to respond.
“I love you, baby.” Hutch whispered when I finally let
him catch his breath. “God, I love you so much.”
“I love you too.” I whispered back, my eyes filling with
tears of joy. I reached up to run my fingers through those silky strands of
blond. “I’ve missed you so much…” I choked back a lump in my throat as I looked
deeply into his eyes.
“I’ve missed you too, babe.” Hutch said, kissing me
passionately and showing me just how much he had missed me. By now my cock was
definitely back in action and begging for some attention. I knew that I’d never
last. I was gonna blow the minute Hutch touched me. It had been too long
without this kind of loving from the man I had given my heart to years ago.
When Hutch’s hand slid down between our bodies to grab my cock firmly in his hand,
I screamed loudly and spilled my seed all over us both.
Hutch laughed at the bewildered expression I knew I had
on my face and kissed the tip of my nose. “Now that that’s out of the way…we
can take our time to get reacquainted.” I felt the heat creeping up into my
face as I realized that Hutch had deliberately brought me off so I could enjoy
the rest of the evening.
He leaned up and gently kissed my forehead, then each
cheek, followed by each eyelid, and then my lips. But he didn’t stop there, he
trailed kisses down to my neck, seeking out that one particularly sensitive
spot that he knew drove me crazy. I was already whimpering with need as he kissed
his way across my collarbone to my chest. Ignoring my nipples, he paid homage
to each individual scar that marred my torso. The first time he had done that
it had made me nervous and uncomfortable until Hutch told me that in his eyes
those scars were beautiful because they were the visible evidence of my
struggle to survive.
By the time he had worked his way down to my center, my cock was ready for more action. His tongue lapped
at the pre-cum leaking from the slit as his long fingers reached down to fondle
my balls. I cried out in pleasure and arched my back, begging shamelessly for
more. My body shuddered when I felt that hot wet mouth welcoming my cock
inside.
“Yesyesyesyesyes…” I whimpered
helplessly unable to articulate any more than that as Hutch’s head began to bob
up and down on my cock, the muscles of his throat caressing me as he swallowed.
It didn’t take long before I felt the pleasure mounting to an uncontrollable
level, tugging me closer and closer to the edge. Wave after wave of pure
pleasure washed over me as that familiar tingling sensation started deep inside
my belly then exploded through my whole body as I emptied all I had to offer
into Hutch’s throat. He continued to suck and swallow until I hissed softly,
warning him that my overly sensitive cock couldn’t stand any more. Gently, he
released me and looked into my eyes, his eyes shining with love and it was all
for me.
He stretched out beside me and pulled me into his arms.
His own cock was still hard. He hadn’t come. Instinctively, I reached out to
touch him but he stopped me with a tender smile and said, “Leave it. It’ll get
the message eventually.”
I had one more surprise for Hutch and I hoped he would
accept what I was offering him without arguing. In a hesitant voice, I said,
“Uh…Hutch, I talk to the doctor today…”
“Is everything okay?” he asked immediately, a worried
tone creeping into his voice.
“I’m fine.” I quickly reassured him knowing that he would
automatically jump to the wrong conclusion. I took a deep breath and continued
because I lost my nerve. “”As a matter of fact, I’m more than just fine. The
doctor said I was healed enough to resume our relationship as long as we took
it slow and easy…” Shortly before my release from the hospital we decided to be
honest with my various doctors about our sexual relationship.
“Resume our…” Hutch started to say then stopped and looked
at me with a frown. “Starsk…we never went that far…”
It was true. We had talked about it and I had freely
offered myself to Hutch completely but he had been reluctant to hurt me since I
was still a virgin in that one little area. Then I got shot before I could
convince him that I really wanted him to make love to me like that.
“I know.” I said sheepishly. “I just wanted to know if I
could or not…if my body was healed enough to go that far. And he said it was.”
“Starsk, I…”
I put my fingers against his lips to silence him and
smiled at him gently. “I know you don’t want to hurt me but I want this, Hutch.
I really want this from you. I want to belong to you completely…body and soul.”
“Oh, babe,” Hutch said in a choked voice, leaning forward
so that our foreheads touched in a familiar gesture of comfort. “I love you so
much and I want that too…but I can’t stand the thought of hurting you…you’ve
been hurt enough.”
“I’m not a masochist, Blondie.” I said with a chuckle “I
know it’s gonna hurt. That can’t be
helped the first few times. I know you can’t stand the thought of hurting me
but I can take it…I promise.” I gave him those puppy dog eyes that I knew he
couldn’t resist as I added, “Don’t make me beg…but I will if you want me to.”
Hutch was silent for several minutes and I could almost
see the wheels turning in his head. Finally, he looked at me and smiled. “If it means that much to you…I’ll do it.”
He kissed me gently then
added “But we’re gonna do it my way. Deal?”
“Deal.” I said swallowing hard. I felt a shiver run down
my spine, part anticipation, part pleasure and a healthy dose of nerves. I
wasn’t afraid of letting Hutch love me in a way I had never been loved before
but I was a bit apprehensive. How bad
would it hurt? Would I get any pleasure from it? Would that monster cock of
Hutch’s actually fit inside of me? I knew I had to keep my thoughts to
myself. If Hutch even suspected I had any doubts he wouldn’t go through with
it. “There’s…uh…some lube in the medicine cabinet.” I said helpfully.
Hutch got up and went into the bathroom to retrieve the
tube of lubricant that we had never used. I took a moment to compose myself as
I waited for him to return. I pasted a brave smile on my face as he came out
and climbed back on the bed beside me. He smiled and leaned down to kiss me
gently. I’m not sure exactly what I expected but it wasn’t Hutch’s lingering
kisses and gentle caresses as he slowly pumped my cock back into a semi-erect
state. As he continued his loving manipulations, I realized that he was trying
to make sure that I was as relaxed as possible before he got down to business. By
the time he gently helped me to roll over onto my stomach; I was as relaxed as
I was likely to get under the circumstances.
I giggled as Hutch nuzzled the back of my neck, tickling
me with his breath. I felt his hands running over the muscles in my back and
then lower, cupping the cheeks of my ass in those big hands of his. Hutch
really seemed to like my ass. Personally, I thought I had other assets that
were even better. I felt Hutch pushing the cheeks of my butt apart. I jumped in
surprise when I felt his tongue sweep over the puckered opening to my body. It
was definitely a new sensation, not entirely unpleasant, just different. It
definitely felt different when Hutch sucked at my center, using his tongue to
play with me while he fondled my balls at the same time. I felt myself becoming
more and more aroused at the new sensations assaulting my body which surprised
me.
Hutch kept using his mouth and tongue to tease me until I
began to wiggle my hips, seeking more attention. I didn’t care what it was, I
just needed something more. I felt a gentle pressure against my anus and
realized it was Hutch’s finger just as the tip breeched my opening. As Hutch
slowly eased his finger inside of me, I tried to adjust to the feeling of
fullness inside of me. If it felt this way with just his finger in there what
the hell would it feel like when it was his cock doing the probing? I gulped
and wondered what I had gotten myself into.
By the time Hutch had worked three fingers inside of me,
a fine sheen of sweat beaded my forehead. It wasn’t exactly painful but it
definitely felt full in there. It felt strange when Hutch began scissoring his
fingers apart, stretching my opening to prepare me for the main event. I began
to wish he’d hurry up and get it over with.
Suddenly I yelped in surprise as Hutch touched something
deep inside of me that sent a jolt of intense pleasure unlike anything I’d ever
felt ripping through my entire body. “What the fuck did you do?” I gasped when
I could catch my breath enough to talk.
“Just found your prostate.”
Hutch said with a wicked chuckle “Feel good?”
“Shit…good ain’t word for it.”
I said breathlessly.
“That’s what makes it feel good between two men.” Hutch
said as he leaned over my back and planted a kiss on my shoulder.
“How the hell do you know?” I demanded, turning my head
so I could look over my shoulder at him.
“I read it in a book.” He said with a grin.
He
hit that spot again and I almost jumped off the bed. I knew the bastard did it
on purpose but it felt so damned good I didn’t complain. My body was still
humming from that jolt when I felt Hutch’s fingers pulling out. Then I felt
something a lot thicker and harder than his fingers pushing against me,
demanding entrance. Instinctively, I tensed up and Hutch stopped. Reaching
around my waist, he grabbed my cock and began pumping it gently. In a husky
voice, he whispered “Its okay, baby…just relax. Don’t be afraid to tell me if
you can’t handle it and I’ll stop it.”
I nodded, not trusting my voice to answer. He had already
used his fingers to lubricate me and I could feel the lube that coated that
huge cock of his. I knew he was doing everything he could to make this easier
for me. I kept reminding myself that I wanted him to do this. I felt him
pressing against me again and then a sharp, burning sensation as the head of
his cock slipped past that outer ring of muscle. I hissed in pain as my ass
instinctively clamped down to keep Hutch from going any further.
“You’re gonna have to relax and ease up, babe.” Hutch
said a hint of pain creeping into his voice. He didn’t move a muscle. He just
waited patiently for me to either relax or tell him that I couldn’t go through
with it. I didn’t want to disappoint him so I took several deep breathes and
willed myself to relax. Suddenly, I felt
Hutch slip in a little more. Again he waited until I was ready for him to
continue. Bit by bit, he slipped in a little more. The deeper he went, the more
intense the pressure became until I felt like I had a telephone pole shoved up
my ass. By the time I felt his balls flush against my ass, we were both
sweating and gasping for breath.
“Jesus, Hutch…” I said with a pant “It feels like you
shoved a tree trunk up my ass.”
“You okay?” Hutch asked in a panting tone of his own.
“Yeah…just give me a minute.”
Hutch waited giving my body as much time as it needed to
adjust to having him buried inside of me. I knew he couldn’t have been any more gentle with me if he tried. Finally, he said in a
tightly controlled voice,
“Babe, I gotta move…is that okay?”
“Yeah…go ahead.” I whispered
I felt him pull out a little and then thrust back in
slowly. I knew he was still trying to be gentle with me so the next time he pulled
back, I moved with him and thrust back against him, forcing him back into me.
That seemed to be all the permission he needed to start thrusting in earnest. I
felt his arms wrapping around my waist, holding me in place as he began to pick
up the pace. He shifted positions slightly and his cock started hitting my
prostate dead on with each stroke. Any discomfort I had been feeling was
immediately replaced with even more intense jolts of pleasure than before. I
heard myself screaming in pleasure as I began thrusting back against him in
perfect unison.
When Hutch’s hand found my dripping cock and started
stroking it firmly, the duel sensations were enough to knock me over the edge
into oblivion. I heard Hutch scream his release as the contractions of my muscles
pulled him over the edge with me. We both collapsed on the bed, too exhausted
to move. Hutch’s softening cock gently pulled out of me and I winced in pain. I
knew I would be sore as hell tomorrow but it had been worth the pain to
experience the pleasure. I was almost asleep when I felt Hutch gently washing
me and pushing apart my ass cheeks to make sure he hadn’t hurt me
unintentionally.
“I’m
fine, Blondie,” I mumbled sleepily. “Get your face out my ass and go to sleep.”
I heard Hutch laugh as he spooned up against me and wrapped one arm around my
waist.
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It
has been almost nine months since I got shot and I have recovered even better
than the doctors had anticipated. I knew that I had Hutch and his love to thank
for that. In a just a few minutes, in front of small gathering of our closest
friends and my Ma, Hutch and I would pledge our commitment to each other for
the rest of our lives. To the two of us, this was our wedding day even if our
union couldn’t be legally recognized in the state of
The
service was a combination of the traditional marriage vows with a few modifications
along with the vows that we had written ourselves. Everyone was gathered on the
little strip of beach behind our home and it was time to begin.
“Dearly
beloved, we are gathered here today to share in the union of David Michael
Starsky to Kenneth Richard Hutchinson, as they join together, bonded for
eternity as one.” Huggy intoned solemnly. “David and Kenneth have written their
own vows which they would now like to recite to one another.”
Hutch
cleared his throat nervously since we had decided beforehand that he would go
first. In a deep voice, husky with emotion, he said “David Michael Starsky, to
you I pledge my love for now and for all eternity. You are my partner, my best
friend and my one true soul mate. You have shown me the meaning of courage and
of true love. For that, I will always be grateful. From now until we are parted
by death, I give myself to you, body and soul.”
I
smiled shyly. It was my turn. Looking deeply into Hutch’s clear blue eyes, I
said, “Kenneth Richard Hutchinson, I have loved you as a brother, as a friend,
and now as my soul mate for eternity. You gave me back my life and made my life
worth living. I could never have survived the last year without you by my side.
Today, in front of our friends and family, I pledge myself to you, body and
soul, for all eternity.” I silently mouthed I
love you as Huggy continued with his part of the ceremony.
“We
have all seen the love shared by these two men for years and now that love has
come full circle. Even if this union can not be sanctioned by the State of
“I
do.” Hutch said solemnly.
Huggy
glanced at me. “Do you, David Michael Starsky, take Kenneth Richard Hutchinson
be your partner and life mate for the rest of your life? To
love and to cherish, in sickness and in health for all eternity?”
“I
do.” I repeated
Hutch
reached into his pocket and drew out the rings that Hutch had bought for us to
wear just a few days ago. Holding them in the palm of his hand, he said, “These
rings have no beginning and no end, a visible symbol of the vows you have
exchanged here today.” He nodded at Hutch who took on ring from his hand.
“Hutch, would you repeat after me? With this ring, I pledge my love and
devotion. I will be faithful to you and no other.”
“With
this ring, I pledge my love and devotion. I will be faithful to you and no
other.” I could hear the tremble in Hutch’s voice as he repeated his vows to me
and saw the glitter of tears in his eyes. Hell, my own eyes were starting to
tear up as I listened to him.
“I
will spend the rest of my life with you, to this I swear.”
“I
will spend the rest of my life with you, to this I swear.” Hutch said as he
slipped the heavy gold band on my left ring finger. Only the two of us knew
what the inscription inside the ring said. Me and Thee forever and beyond. DMS & KRH.
Huggy
nodded his head at me and I took the second ring. Repeating the same vows, I
placed the ring on Hutch’s finger. Smiling broadly, Huggy spread his arms
dramatically and said enthusiastically in typical Huggy Bear fashion, “With my
blessing, I now pronounce you a committed couple in the eyes of God.” He
grinned and couldn’t resist adding “Looks like you two turkeys are stuck with
each other now. So kiss him quick and we can get busy partying!”
Everyone
laughed as Hutch pulled me into his arms and gave me a long, passionate kiss
that made my head spin. We were both misty eyed as we turned to accept the
congratulations and blessings from our friends and family. The future had never
looked brighter than it did right now.
THE
END