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Okay after the 10,000 word dump I pulled on you guys I decided that I'd do smaller postings, because frankly that is alot to read at one sitting. This is again behind a cut because of adult content. I will restate my warnings. if you don't like to read pornographic material, don't go ther and if male/male relationships turn you off again don't go there. If you click on the cut and then flame me for slashy smut, I will delete your comment because you've had fair warning. Now on with the next installment....
Tuesday, May 18, 1971
Jeannette, my redhead from New York is coming. She called this morning and asked if we’d like another roommate. Her show is coming to Boston for a three-month run and she said if she had to share an apartment with her cast mates any longer she kill something.
She’ll be here on Tuesday and since her show doesn’t start until next Thursday, we’re all going out to the Vineyard for the weekend. Maggie will be back next weekend, so at least I’ll have Jeannette around to keep me company while Garret dances attendance on Madame.
Thursday, May 27, 1971
Well it was an interesting afternoon today, to say the least. Maggie showed up just as I got back from my last class, when I told her Garret was in class she came in anyway and said she’d wait. She wandered back to his bedroom and started looking around. I asked her what she was looking for and she said she knew Garret had been seeing someone else while she was gone. She was trying to grill me about who it was when Jeannette showed up. From the look on Maggie’s face, I could tell she thought Jeannette was her competition.
Maggie rounded on Jeannette like a prizefighter going for the knockout in a grudge match. She told Jeannette that Garret was hers and no one was going to steal him away. Jeannette, of course, couldn’t resist stirring things up and told Maggie that she was under the impression that it was illegal to own people and that Garret was a big boy.
I’ve never seen someone come so close to actually having his or her head spin. Maggie was so furious she was sputtering; it was all I could do not to laugh. I grabbed Jeannette and kissed her hard then told Maggie she was way off base that Jeannette was my girl. She looked us up and down for a moment and then said but ‘I thought you were …’ she blushed and backed out of the apartment as fast as she could, stammering about having Garret call her when he got in.
As soon as the door shut behind her, Jeannette burst out laughing, turned to me and said, ‘You know sweetie, you are one hell of a kisser, and if you ever lay one on me like that again I’m going drag you off to bed and turn you straight.’
‘As soon as you grow an extra appendage, you’ve got a date.’ I said.
We both started laughing again and kept cracking up at odd times the rest of the afternoon. When Garret got in from class, I was laughing too hard to tell him and Jeannette had to. He looked as though he couldn’t decide whether to laugh or go kill Maggie for searching his room. I finally got him calmed down before he called her.
Saturday, May 29, 1971
Jesus, the woman cannot take a hint. She woke the whole apartment out of a sound sleep at 7 AM this morning, pounding on the door. She said she just came by to surprise Garret by taking him out to breakfast, but I think she wanted to find out the sleeping arrangements. She still is convinced that Jeannette is stealing Garret away from her.
I think seeing Jeannette stumble out of my room may have satisfied Madame’s curiosity for now. She assumed that Jeannette and I are sharing my bed. Actually, I’m sleeping in Garret’s room with him of course, but while she may have correctly assumed I’m gay, she hasn’t got a clue that Garret is bi.
Jeannette and I went out to breakfast and left the two of them alone to talk; from the look on Garret’s face, I didn’t think Maggie was going to enjoy the discussion.
After the waitress brought our order, Jeannette asked me if I was okay. I asked her what she meant.
‘Jack, we both know he’s not going to change. Are you going to be able to handle it when he decides to end things?’
‘I don’t know, but I’ll take what time we have and worry about that when it happens.’ I told her.
‘Sweetie, you know I love Garret, but I don’t think that this is going to be easy for you. I can’t see him ending it well, no matter how he feels about you or how much he wants to make it easy on you.’ Jeannette took my hand. ‘You know that you can come to New York if you need to. I’ve got a job lined up after this that pays well and it is long term, so I can afford my own place. You’ve got a place to crash if you need to get away.’
‘Thanks Jen, I think I’ll be okay though and who knows, he might surprise us both and decide to stay with me.’
‘Jack baby, you are such a hopeless romantic and so naïve. Garret is not the kind who can allow himself to be put in a position where there’s even a chance that he might face ridicule. Hon, he’s never going to admit he’s anything but straight and we both know it. To him anything else is just fun and games.’
‘People change Jeannette; he can, if he wants it.’
‘Jack, please don’t be blind. I can’t stand to see you headed for the kind of heartache this is going to cause if you aren’t honest with yourself.’
‘I’m not blind Jen just hopeful, if I stay positive about this, maybe things will work out. I’ll be okay with whatever comes.’
‘I just don’t want this fucking you up when it’s over. You are such a sweet, loving open guy and I don’t want this to make you bitter and hard.’ She got up, came around the table and sat beside me sliding her arm around me. ‘It kills you when he’s out with her, what’s it going to be like if he marries her?’
“It doesn’t ‘kill’ me.’
‘Bullshit Jack. Every time they have a date you mope around the apartment the whole time he’s gone and I know you cry over him, I’ve heard you.’
‘Don’t tell Garret, please. I don’t want him to know. I’m scared if he finds out he’ll end it now.’ I grabbed her hand. ‘Please Jen, I want as much time with him as I can get. I know he’ll leave me someday, but not until he’s ready to get married. If he knows that I’m hurting he’ll end things now and that will kill me.’ I could hear how desperate I sounded, tears gathering in my eyes at the thought of losing him.
‘Baby,’ she held me close. ‘Don’t you see how bad this is for you? You need to talk to him, make him see that he has to choose.’
‘I already know what his choice will be Jeannette and it won’t be me.’
She hugged me and we sat there for a while longer and then walked back to the apartment. At the door, she stopped, kissed me and whispered. ‘Just don’t let it change you, honey. I don’t want to lose my sweet baby boy.’
‘You’re only two years older than me, goof. How did I get to be ‘baby boy’?’
‘It ain’t the years, hon, it’s the mileage.’ She hugged me.
Tuesday, November 2, 1971
It was one year ago tonight that Garret and I went to see Miles Davis and finished the evening in bed. I don’t expect he’ll acknowledge it even if he remembers; I know it’s not as important to him. I think I’ll go study in the stacks and then go to bed early.
No sense in moping around here all day and I certainly don’t want to be around for the entrance of Madame even if she’s only coming by to meet him and head off to a new club. I really can’t stand the way she treats him, as though his sole purpose is to serve her every whim.
Tuesday, November 2, 1971
I was so wrong, he remembered. When I got back from studying there were candles all over the place and a Miles Davis record playing. I walked through the apartment looking for him and he was lying across the bed in his room. I leaned against the doorway and smiled. ‘I have these tickets for Miles Davis and I was wondering..’
He grinned at me and answered. ‘That explains a lot, Jack. Never figured you swung that way, but hey..’
I walked in the room and he got up on his knees and began undressing me as I kissed him and grinned. ‘You remembered.’
‘Really had you believing I wouldn’t, didn’t I?’ He grinned back and then leaned in to kiss me.
‘Asshole.’ I growled against his mouth and reached for his belt.
He stripped me as fast as he could, throwing my briefs over his shoulder while I was still struggling to unbutton his shirt. He pushed me down on the bed and yanked off the rest of his clothes.
His hands were everywhere, touching and stroking me, while his tongue explored my mouth. I reached for him and began firmly stroking him as he moaned into my mouth.
He started trailing his fingertips over my ass, grabbed my earlobe gently with his teeth as he pulled my hand away, and rolled us over settling between my hips, grinding against me as he reached for the lube. Pulling one of my legs up, he rubbed his fingers across me grinning when I moaned into his mouth as two of them slid inside me.
He slid down the bed and I could feel his tongue tracing the ridge and then his mouth over me, drawing me in. I love the way he takes me in and swirls his tongue around me just before he swallows me as deeply as he can, the way I can feel the muscles in his throat working as he strokes the bundle of nerves making me want to scream as I thrust my hips off the bed.
He pushed inside me with a third finger; I nearly did scream as the combination of his fingers, and his mouth came very close to sending me over the edge. He could tell what was happening and pulled back and turned me over, pulling me up to my knees. I could feel him pressing against me and the head of his cock pushed inside me. I rocked back against him and could feel his head stroking over my prostate as he penetrated nearly all the way.
He pulled back till just the head was in me and then thrust forward until I could feel the wiry hair on his crotch brushing against me and his balls slapping into mine. He stopped and twisted his hips causing me to groan in pleasure at the feeling. He leaned over and kissed the back of my neck. ‘You like that, Jack?’ He said and repeated the move; all I could do was groan again. I loose that ability to think or speak coherently when he is inside me.
I felt his hand close around me and begin stroking me in time with his thrusts, his thumb rubbing across the head of my cock on each upstroke. He knows how sensitive I am to that and likes to play with the head sometimes to just to watch my face. I could feel the speed and power of his strokes increasing and started clenching the ring of muscles as he pulled back on each stroke.
He moaned as I did it and moved faster; I knew it wouldn’t be long now, but he held off waiting for me as always. His hand stopped stroking as he squeezed me rhythmically and his thumb moved constantly over me. The best thing about sex with a drummer is the way they can keep rhythm. Just as I began to come, I felt him tremble and we finished together as he growled my name.
Afterwards he lay down beside me and pulled me against him, his arms wrapped around me, one hand stroking my chest as our breathing slowed to normal. ‘Happy anniversary, Jack.’ I could hear the grin in his voice as he kissed my ear.
Tuesday, May 18, 1971
Jeannette, my redhead from New York is coming. She called this morning and asked if we’d like another roommate. Her show is coming to Boston for a three-month run and she said if she had to share an apartment with her cast mates any longer she kill something.
She’ll be here on Tuesday and since her show doesn’t start until next Thursday, we’re all going out to the Vineyard for the weekend. Maggie will be back next weekend, so at least I’ll have Jeannette around to keep me company while Garret dances attendance on Madame.
Thursday, May 27, 1971
Well it was an interesting afternoon today, to say the least. Maggie showed up just as I got back from my last class, when I told her Garret was in class she came in anyway and said she’d wait. She wandered back to his bedroom and started looking around. I asked her what she was looking for and she said she knew Garret had been seeing someone else while she was gone. She was trying to grill me about who it was when Jeannette showed up. From the look on Maggie’s face, I could tell she thought Jeannette was her competition.
Maggie rounded on Jeannette like a prizefighter going for the knockout in a grudge match. She told Jeannette that Garret was hers and no one was going to steal him away. Jeannette, of course, couldn’t resist stirring things up and told Maggie that she was under the impression that it was illegal to own people and that Garret was a big boy.
I’ve never seen someone come so close to actually having his or her head spin. Maggie was so furious she was sputtering; it was all I could do not to laugh. I grabbed Jeannette and kissed her hard then told Maggie she was way off base that Jeannette was my girl. She looked us up and down for a moment and then said but ‘I thought you were …’ she blushed and backed out of the apartment as fast as she could, stammering about having Garret call her when he got in.
As soon as the door shut behind her, Jeannette burst out laughing, turned to me and said, ‘You know sweetie, you are one hell of a kisser, and if you ever lay one on me like that again I’m going drag you off to bed and turn you straight.’
‘As soon as you grow an extra appendage, you’ve got a date.’ I said.
We both started laughing again and kept cracking up at odd times the rest of the afternoon. When Garret got in from class, I was laughing too hard to tell him and Jeannette had to. He looked as though he couldn’t decide whether to laugh or go kill Maggie for searching his room. I finally got him calmed down before he called her.
Saturday, May 29, 1971
Jesus, the woman cannot take a hint. She woke the whole apartment out of a sound sleep at 7 AM this morning, pounding on the door. She said she just came by to surprise Garret by taking him out to breakfast, but I think she wanted to find out the sleeping arrangements. She still is convinced that Jeannette is stealing Garret away from her.
I think seeing Jeannette stumble out of my room may have satisfied Madame’s curiosity for now. She assumed that Jeannette and I are sharing my bed. Actually, I’m sleeping in Garret’s room with him of course, but while she may have correctly assumed I’m gay, she hasn’t got a clue that Garret is bi.
Jeannette and I went out to breakfast and left the two of them alone to talk; from the look on Garret’s face, I didn’t think Maggie was going to enjoy the discussion.
After the waitress brought our order, Jeannette asked me if I was okay. I asked her what she meant.
‘Jack, we both know he’s not going to change. Are you going to be able to handle it when he decides to end things?’
‘I don’t know, but I’ll take what time we have and worry about that when it happens.’ I told her.
‘Sweetie, you know I love Garret, but I don’t think that this is going to be easy for you. I can’t see him ending it well, no matter how he feels about you or how much he wants to make it easy on you.’ Jeannette took my hand. ‘You know that you can come to New York if you need to. I’ve got a job lined up after this that pays well and it is long term, so I can afford my own place. You’ve got a place to crash if you need to get away.’
‘Thanks Jen, I think I’ll be okay though and who knows, he might surprise us both and decide to stay with me.’
‘Jack baby, you are such a hopeless romantic and so naïve. Garret is not the kind who can allow himself to be put in a position where there’s even a chance that he might face ridicule. Hon, he’s never going to admit he’s anything but straight and we both know it. To him anything else is just fun and games.’
‘People change Jeannette; he can, if he wants it.’
‘Jack, please don’t be blind. I can’t stand to see you headed for the kind of heartache this is going to cause if you aren’t honest with yourself.’
‘I’m not blind Jen just hopeful, if I stay positive about this, maybe things will work out. I’ll be okay with whatever comes.’
‘I just don’t want this fucking you up when it’s over. You are such a sweet, loving open guy and I don’t want this to make you bitter and hard.’ She got up, came around the table and sat beside me sliding her arm around me. ‘It kills you when he’s out with her, what’s it going to be like if he marries her?’
“It doesn’t ‘kill’ me.’
‘Bullshit Jack. Every time they have a date you mope around the apartment the whole time he’s gone and I know you cry over him, I’ve heard you.’
‘Don’t tell Garret, please. I don’t want him to know. I’m scared if he finds out he’ll end it now.’ I grabbed her hand. ‘Please Jen, I want as much time with him as I can get. I know he’ll leave me someday, but not until he’s ready to get married. If he knows that I’m hurting he’ll end things now and that will kill me.’ I could hear how desperate I sounded, tears gathering in my eyes at the thought of losing him.
‘Baby,’ she held me close. ‘Don’t you see how bad this is for you? You need to talk to him, make him see that he has to choose.’
‘I already know what his choice will be Jeannette and it won’t be me.’
She hugged me and we sat there for a while longer and then walked back to the apartment. At the door, she stopped, kissed me and whispered. ‘Just don’t let it change you, honey. I don’t want to lose my sweet baby boy.’
‘You’re only two years older than me, goof. How did I get to be ‘baby boy’?’
‘It ain’t the years, hon, it’s the mileage.’ She hugged me.
Tuesday, November 2, 1971
It was one year ago tonight that Garret and I went to see Miles Davis and finished the evening in bed. I don’t expect he’ll acknowledge it even if he remembers; I know it’s not as important to him. I think I’ll go study in the stacks and then go to bed early.
No sense in moping around here all day and I certainly don’t want to be around for the entrance of Madame even if she’s only coming by to meet him and head off to a new club. I really can’t stand the way she treats him, as though his sole purpose is to serve her every whim.
Tuesday, November 2, 1971
I was so wrong, he remembered. When I got back from studying there were candles all over the place and a Miles Davis record playing. I walked through the apartment looking for him and he was lying across the bed in his room. I leaned against the doorway and smiled. ‘I have these tickets for Miles Davis and I was wondering..’
He grinned at me and answered. ‘That explains a lot, Jack. Never figured you swung that way, but hey..’
I walked in the room and he got up on his knees and began undressing me as I kissed him and grinned. ‘You remembered.’
‘Really had you believing I wouldn’t, didn’t I?’ He grinned back and then leaned in to kiss me.
‘Asshole.’ I growled against his mouth and reached for his belt.
He stripped me as fast as he could, throwing my briefs over his shoulder while I was still struggling to unbutton his shirt. He pushed me down on the bed and yanked off the rest of his clothes.
His hands were everywhere, touching and stroking me, while his tongue explored my mouth. I reached for him and began firmly stroking him as he moaned into my mouth.
He started trailing his fingertips over my ass, grabbed my earlobe gently with his teeth as he pulled my hand away, and rolled us over settling between my hips, grinding against me as he reached for the lube. Pulling one of my legs up, he rubbed his fingers across me grinning when I moaned into his mouth as two of them slid inside me.
He slid down the bed and I could feel his tongue tracing the ridge and then his mouth over me, drawing me in. I love the way he takes me in and swirls his tongue around me just before he swallows me as deeply as he can, the way I can feel the muscles in his throat working as he strokes the bundle of nerves making me want to scream as I thrust my hips off the bed.
He pushed inside me with a third finger; I nearly did scream as the combination of his fingers, and his mouth came very close to sending me over the edge. He could tell what was happening and pulled back and turned me over, pulling me up to my knees. I could feel him pressing against me and the head of his cock pushed inside me. I rocked back against him and could feel his head stroking over my prostate as he penetrated nearly all the way.
He pulled back till just the head was in me and then thrust forward until I could feel the wiry hair on his crotch brushing against me and his balls slapping into mine. He stopped and twisted his hips causing me to groan in pleasure at the feeling. He leaned over and kissed the back of my neck. ‘You like that, Jack?’ He said and repeated the move; all I could do was groan again. I loose that ability to think or speak coherently when he is inside me.
I felt his hand close around me and begin stroking me in time with his thrusts, his thumb rubbing across the head of my cock on each upstroke. He knows how sensitive I am to that and likes to play with the head sometimes to just to watch my face. I could feel the speed and power of his strokes increasing and started clenching the ring of muscles as he pulled back on each stroke.
He moaned as I did it and moved faster; I knew it wouldn’t be long now, but he held off waiting for me as always. His hand stopped stroking as he squeezed me rhythmically and his thumb moved constantly over me. The best thing about sex with a drummer is the way they can keep rhythm. Just as I began to come, I felt him tremble and we finished together as he growled my name.
Afterwards he lay down beside me and pulled me against him, his arms wrapped around me, one hand stroking my chest as our breathing slowed to normal. ‘Happy anniversary, Jack.’ I could hear the grin in his voice as he kissed my ear.