- 36 BabKonten
- peringkat
- NO.200+DUKUNG
Two men trapped in an elevator are about to discover they have more in common than the inconvenience of lost time.<br><br>Dr. Mason Grant recognizes Parker Collins, whom he had loved during their senior year in high school, but Parker does not immediately recognize Mason. Maybe it’s the passage of time that has dulled his memory ... or maybe it’s the wheelchair in which Mason is confined.<br><br>As the two wait to be rescued, Mason recalls their six month love affair -- its uncertain beginning, its athletic highs both on and off the field, its romantic peacefulness spent at the Grant’s remote lake cabin, as well as its painful lows and horrific conclusion.<br><br>The teenage Mason realized there were two sides to his lover -- the confident Parker, an athletic hero popular with both teammates and female students, and the private Parker, who is unsure, sexually submissive, and needs to be cuddled and petted. All Mason wanted then was for Parker to love him, and not diminish what they shared by giving in to the social pressures that demanded he play out the role of football jock and studly lady killer.<br><br>Now that they’re grown men, what happens when Parker sees past Mason’s wheelchair and realizes who’s trapped in the elevator with him?
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Pill Hill—Portland, OR, July 2005
Whenever he entered an elevator, Dr. Mason
Grant always felt a slight pang of fear. Guiding his wheelchair
through the opening, Mason was glad to see the car was empty.
However, when he turned around to face the doors, someone else had
stepped inside, too. Mason gazed up at the broad, heavy-set frame
of the newcomer. His body froze when he reached the man’s face.
Feeling a desperate need to escape, Mason
reached for the rims of his wheels, but his arms refused to
co-operate. To his horror the steel doors began to close, locking
him inside the car with the one person he hoped he’d never see
again.
* * * *
Central High School—Crawford, Vancouver, WA,
September 1991
The coach had worked the soccer team hard:
harder than usual in Mason’s opinion. Dragging his tired body out
of the showers, Mason reached for a towel. Stepping into the main
part of the locker room, he beheld the sight of the football team
in a state of semi-undress. Usually the soccer team used the
smaller locker-room in the sports complex, but it was closed due to
some problem with the water supply.
Snapping out of his momentary shock, Mason
made his way to the benches and began to dry himself. The sight of
so much new eye candy proved too hard to resist, however. One
particularly fine example of maleness was displaying itself to
Mason’s right. The penis was good sized; Mason was willing to bet
its owner was getting aroused judging by its slight plumpness as
the smooth pink tube rested against an almost hairless ball
sac.
With a jolt, Mason realized he’d been staring
too long. A brief glance could be passed off as innocent curiosity,
but a prolonged stare was something else entirely. Lifting his
gaze, Mason’s eyes swept up a smooth and beautifully muscled torso
to a handsome, square-jawed face, a pair of intense grey eyes
staring back at him. Mason gasped. He’d been checking out Parker
Collins, TheParker Collins. The six feet two inch, hundred
ninety pound star wide receiver and safety.
Feeling a wave of nausea rising from his
churning stomach, Mason put his clothes on over his still damp body
and got the hell out of Dodge. In his haste he almost tripped over
the laces of his sneakers, which he’d left untied.
How the fuck could I have been so
goddamned stupid? Parker Collins. Of all the mother-fuckingly
dumb-ass idiotic things to do!Mason thought.
Mason didn’t sleep much that night. Visions
of Parker and his team mates bearing down on him, kicking the crap
out of him, didn’t exactly aid his rest.
* * * *
An insistent buzzing woke Mason from the
light doze he’d managed to slip into. Opening his eyes, he wondered
if he ought to pretend to his mom that he was too sick to go to
school. Hell, I won’t have to do much pretending,he
thought, catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror on the door of
his closet.
Getting out of bed, Mason knew he had to face
the music sometime; putting it off would only make things
worse.
To his surprise the sky didn’t fall in when
school began. No one stared at him, called him names or threatened
to break his bones. Maybe Parker’s gonna bide his time before
kicking my ass,he thought as he pushed open the door to the
main building.
Mason kept a low profile during the day. He
thought he saw Parker at the other end of the hallway when they
were both changing classes after second hour, but he managed to
dive into a bathroom before Parker could see him.
Two days passed without incident. Mason was
sitting in his usual spot under a maple tree, enjoying the warmth
of the fall weather. After grabbing a sandwich, some fruit and a
can of soda from the snack bar, he would often escape to his tree
to eat his lunch. Few people used that part of the campus, tucked
away as it was behind the sports complex.
A shadow fell across his gaze. When he looked
up, Mason’s jaw fell, and his stomach clenched.
“Hi,” the calm voice said.
“Um.” Mason stared up at his visitor.
“This spot taken?” Parker asked, nodding at
the space next to Mason.
“N-no.”
Parker, never losing an ounce of his fluid
grace, positioned himself next to Mason, their bare arms touching
slightly.
“What ya got in the sandwich?” Parker
eventually enquired after the two had remained quiet for a couple
of minutes.
Mason stared at the object in his hand; his
appetite having deserted him the moment Parker had shown up. “Um,
Bologna and Swiss cheese.”
“Cool,” Parker said, before asking, “You
gonna finish it?”
“I…” Mason wondered why they were talking
about food. Why hadn’t Parker already beaten the crap out of
him?”
“Dude?”
“Err, um, n-no, sorry.”
“Hand it over then. Man, I’m fucking starved.
