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He and James had discussed just this possibility. This simple, human need to be touched, could unlock Geralds short stories gay men heart. It was not something they had done before, sharing their bed with anyone, but they had agreed that if doing so would help Gerald, they were both willing and yes, even eager to do so. When they first met, they had discussed all the aspects of Stevens relationship with Gerald. They had been very open and honest with each other about all their previous experiences and love affairs. James knew, that had Gerald not chosen to honor his engagement to Irene, that he and Steven would very likely have stayed together. Just as Steven had earlier thanked the divine intervention that brought James into his life, James previously had had those same thoughts. He could so easily never have had the opportunity to meet Steven, let alone build the life theyd made together. But they did have a life together. Their love was strong, solid and unshakable. They both knew that loving Gerald would only strengthen short stories gay men their commitment, each to the other. They were determined to see this man, so good and so deserving of more, recover and find joy again in his life. Working together, to heal their friend, would be yet another bond between them and a proof of their trust in each other. Geralds head lifted from James shoulder as he slowly pulled out of their embrace, "Thank you." he said with quiet, sincere dignity, "Im going to get cleaned up." After he left the kitchen, James and Steven met each others gaze and smiled, "Its just as you thought," James told him. Steven took James hand, his fingers lightly exploring the contours and short stories gay men curves of it, "How could it not be?" Steven answered, "When he lost Irene, he didn just lose his wife, he lost his lover as well. Rick told me how affectionate they always were with each other. Beyond a few hugs from his children, Gerald hasn touched anyone in months. It has short stories gay men to have an affect on the psyche. It must be like going through withdrawal."

He brought James hand to his mouth and kissed the knuckles, "Its so easy to take everything we share for granted. Not only is that person there to talk with and to share things with, but there are the tactile things. Not just making love," Steven stepped back, releasing James hand, "but simple touches short stories gay men. Have you ever thought about how many times we touch each other in the course of a day?" James shook his head. "Ill bet it would surprise both of short stories gay men us just how many touches we actually share in that time-frame. To suddenly have that withdrawn, the warmth, comfort and love that each touch conveys," Stevens eyes filled with tears, "James." he whispered, his throat suddenly constricted. James reached out and enfolded Steven into his embrace, "Its ok, baby. We e going to fix this. Its all right." Steven short stories gay men relaxed into the comfort and strength of his lovers touch. * * * Gerald stood under the warm shower spray, his body tense again, his thoughts in turmoil. He could still feel the warmth and comfort of his friends embrace, how his body had yearned for it, and reveled in it. He sighed, and cursed softly as he felt his cock stir. Since short stories gay men Irenes death hed not had an erection, had not experienced desire of any kind except one. The overwhelming desire to be with her. It wasn that he contemplated suicide. That was something he would never do, it was just short stories gay men that he dreamed of things being as they had been before the accident. This world that he was left in, seemed empty. He felt desperately alone, even when he was surrounded by the love short stories gay men of his children and grandchildren. But now there was this burgeoning desire for Steven and James. He squeezed his eyes tightly, burying his face in his hands. How could he even contemplate such a thing? His beloved Irene was gone. How could he possibly consider finding happiness, or even physical pleasure without her? Even now, his body was betraying him; his cock stiffened as that scene with Steven and James replayed in his head. In the darkness behind his closed lids, his thoughts strayed from impression to impression. The scent of them, each was different yet equally provocative. James had been warm from the sun, his scent stronger, musky male mixed with sunlight and suntan lotion. Stevens scent was more subtle, his fresh, clean yet masculine aroma had risen subtly with the warmth his body exuded. It aroused Gerald senses short stories gay men, drawing him into the past, to a place and time that he had reluctantly put behind him.