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Stitcher - 12. Mary Fletcher Greenley

Wow! This was one of the hardest chapters to write. Not necessarily because of the material... all FIVE versions had the same material. I just couldn't find a way to tell the story that made me happy or kept my interest. I think I finally got it. Hope you enjoy!
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I walked into the tile and stainless-steel room with the county medical examiner and watched as he pulled open one of the large doors on the wall. I’d seen scenes like this on those television crime shows, but I never imagined them to be real.

The M.E. led me over to the blue plastic bag covering the body. He zipped it open, and it was disgusting. It was Jack. I just nodded my head and turned away with a strange combination of feelings. There was sadness that he had allowed himself to sink so low. There was anger for what he had tried to do to my son. But most of all, there was disgust for the way he had treated Ian and me over the last several years.

I finally walked out to the cold, sterile lobby. I signed papers verifying Jack's identity. They asked me when I would like to take the body. I just laughed at the irony of all this.

"Look, I'm not married to that body any longer. For all I care, you can dump it in the landfill. I'm not doing a thing with it. I'm done here. I need to go see my son at Mass General."

I got into my rental car and began the hour-long drive into the city. I sent Claire a text letting her know I was on my way and that I should be there in about an hour. Dear God, I hope I'm doing the right thing.

Claire had filled me in on all the injuries Ian had suffered at Jack's hands. While I'm thrilled my son agreed to see me, I'm sure he has a million questions. Answers I've rehearsed over and over in my head.

The traffic was much better than I had expected, and in less than an hour, I was parking in the hospital garage. Before I got out of the car, I sent a text to Claire telling her I had arrived. She replied that she would meet me in the lobby.

My God, it was good to see my dear sister-in-law again! She looked wonderful—radiant even. We hugged for what seemed like an hour, and she asked me to have a seat before we went up.

“Is something wrong? Is Ian okay?”

“Oh, everything is fine. Much better than we had feared, actually. I just wanted to fill you in on the family dynamics, just so you are aware.”

“Oh, okay—”

“I guess I should start with Ian. When he arrived here from Kentucky, he was devastated. Even though he understood why Jack disowned him, he just never thought a father could ever do that to his only child.

“I want you to know that Sam and I were thrilled to take Ian in. He took over the apartment we had put in the basement for Vic, and he was absolutely no burden.”

“I can’t thank you and Sam enough for taking in my son. Of course, we’ve talked about how I wasn’t allowed to contact Ian as part of the divorce. I know you understand how I let that happen. I just hope Ian will.”

“Let me tell you something about Ian. Not even a week after he arrived here, he met the most wonderful boy. Cameron had never been in any type of relationship with a boy, but there was something about Ian that quite literally stole Cam’s heart. If there’s one thing Ian learned from the early stages of their relationship, it would be patience. I also saw a kinder, gentler, more compassionate side in Ian that I had never noticed before.

“It was amazing watching him—no, both of them grow up so quickly before our eyes. When the baby came, it was amazing watching those two boys evolve into parenting roles. The love they have for little Eli is as fierce as any love can be—and the love they have for each other has grown just as powerful.

“Claire, what are you trying to tell me?”

“I just want you to know that both Ian and Cam are very devoted to and protective of each other. To win one of them over, you’ll have to win both of them over. Now, before you start to panic—

“Too late—”

“Before you start to panic—you should know that the love and compassion they have for each other most definitely spills over to the people in their lives. I promise you. They are not your typical twenty-year-olds. I truly believe all will be fine.”

“So, what do we do now?”

“I suggest we go up to the waiting room. You can meet Cam and little Eli. Sam is also there, but Vic just left. Are you ready?”

I took a long, deep breath and followed my sister-in-law up to their private waiting room. My heart was pounding in my throat as we walked into the room. Sam immediately came over to me and gave me a huge hug. That felt so nice.

“Mary! It’s so good to see you here! I wish it were under better circumstances, but I think Ian will be thrilled to see you! Cam? This is Mary Greenely, Ian’s mother.”

Cam rose and walked over to me with the baby in his arms. “It’s nice to meet you, Mrs. Greenely. And this is our son, Eli Cameron Franklin.”

“Please, call me Mary.” What a beautiful, happy baby! He reminds me so much of Ian when he was an infant. Before things could get awkward, Sam invited us to all sit around the table.

“Cam, before we get to the get-to-know-you part of this, I wanted to thank you for allowing Mary to come by and visit. I won’t go into the details. That will be up to her. But the past couple of years have been impossibly difficult for her—and she’s hoping that today will be the start of a new stage in her life. But before we talk about anything, I need you to understand that Mary had absolutely nothing to do with my brother’s actions from the time he threw Ian out of their home up until the incident at the pool. In so many ways, she was also a victim of my brother.”

“I’m sorry? You were a victim, too?”

“I’m afraid so, Cameron. You see, for the last four or five years of our marriage, I was beaten on a fairly regular basis. Oh, it started as a shove here and there—but it eventually came to hitting and slapping. Now—so many people seem to ask why I didn’t do anything about it. I have to say my only concern was protecting Ian from his father.”

Cam looked at me, horrified. “Did—did he try to hit Ian, too?”

“No. As far as I know, Ian was never hit by his father. I did everything I could to make sure that wouldn’t happen. If it meant doubling the number of beatings I had to endure, then that was a small price to pay to protect my son. Unfortunately, like so many abuse victims, I always thought that I would try harder to keep my husband happy so he wouldn’t hit me again. Of course, now I know that mindset does no good at all.”

“So, what happened to you after Ian was thrown out of the house?”

“I think that is the most painful part of the entire ordeal. I knew that I couldn’t let Ian be with me because Jack would find us both, and God only knows what he would have done then. So I eventually joined my mother in Lexington so she could help me heal—and so that I would still be in the state to file for divorce.”

“But you never tried to contact Ian after that?”

“I wasn’t allowed to.”

“What?”

“You see, when I filed for the divorce and had the papers delivered to Jack, I didn’t hear from him for several days. Then one afternoon, I got the call that changed everything.

“You see, in the couple of months I had been with my mother, I started to regain my confidence and slowly began to become the woman I had been before all this had begun. But the strangest thing happened. When I answered Jack's call, I immediately became the fearful, helpless victim again when I heard his voice. I can’t explain it. I don’t know that anyone can even understand.

“He informed me that the only way he would sign the divorce papers was that I agree to one thing.” I took a deep, long breath, and he continued. “I was not to have contact of any kind with my son until he turned twenty-one.”

“Why would he do such a hateful thing?”

“He told me that I wasn’t going to get out of the marriage so easily. He said I needed to be punished—punished for allowing our son to grow up to be a—a faggot!”

I started sobbing as all those feelings and emotions of two years ago rushed back into my body. Claire came over and put an arm around my shoulder and took my hands into her free hand.

“Cam, you should know that Mary’s interest and love for Ian never wavered. I spoke with her at least once a week over the last two years. I would tell her everything about Ian. I told her about you, the baby, your shop—everything.”

“Why didn’t you tell us? Didn’t Ian at least have a right to know?”

I calmed down again to answer Cam. “I begged Claire not to let anyone, including Sam, know about the phone calls. I didn’t want Ian to try and find me. It would have been too dangerous for him. You see, Jack threatened me with my life if I broke the terms of the divorce. He said he had people all over Barnstable who were telling him what our son was doing. I just couldn’t take a chance.”

“Jesus Christ, what a fucking bastard!”

“Well, that’s one of the kindest terms I’ve used to describe that man.”

I think Sam started laughing first. I guess even the smallest joke was enough to break the tension and open the door to forgiveness and healing.

Over the next hour, we all talked about everything under the sun. Cameron opened up to me, and he even let me feed the baby. I couldn’t help but feel that I had just passed the biggest hurdle in fixing things with Ian, and the nurse came in and said it was time for the next round of visits.

Everyone insisted I go first. That way, they could talk with Ian about any issues that he might have. Well, it made sense to me, and I was taken into the ICU to get suited up to see my boy!

Again, my heart was pounding as I entered Ian’s space. When I saw him, I was in shock to see all the bandages, tubes, and machines. I don’t even remember what I said as I heard, “Mama!” and everything went black

* * * * *

The entire trip back to Barnstable was crazy. I felt like I was a teenager again, looking at a beautiful boy and feeling my stomach doing flip-flops as we sped down the highway. Every once in a while, Hayden would catch me looking—no, staring.

He would look at me with this adorable, sheepish grin. “What?”

“Oh, nothing. I’m just enjoying the scenery. For some reason, I just don’t remember it being quite so amazing before.”

Hayden would blush and turn his head forward so he could concentrate on driving. I glanced down at his lap and couldn’t believe my eyes. Hayden was starting to show a nice bulge, but it didn’t stop there! It just kept getting larger and larger. Hayden was packing a lethal weapon!

“You like what you see, Mr. Greenely?”

“Holy shit! And why are you calling me Mr. Greenely all of a—”

Holy shit! Hayden was diving into some role-play. Weird as it was, it was also kinda hot. I mean, I’ll admit that I’ve had more than a few fantasies about some of the boys that have walked into my classroom—even jerked off to images of their naked bodies that I would catch glimpses of in the locker room. But I also have to admit that Hayden Miller was never part of those fantasies.

“Well, Hayden. It looks like something has come up all of a sudden.”

Hayden took my left hand and started moving it over to his crotch. “You can touch it if you like. I’ll never tell any of the other kids.”

“I don’t think I should, Hayden. You’re one of my students.”

“Why don’t you let me decide the boundaries here, Greenely. It will be so much easier.” And with that, he placed my open hand onto his hardening cock.

“Oh, that feels so good, Greenely!”

“Y-Yes, it does.”

Before I knew it, we were pulling into the driveway of my house.

“We’re here, Mr. Greenely. I sure am glad I stayed late so I could work on the school paper. Otherwise, you would have been stuck at the high school with your broken-down car.”

“Umm, yeah. I’m glad you were there, too. But how did you know where I lived?”

“Barnstable’s a small town. It wasn’t hard to figure out.”

“Umm, would you like to come in for a drink or something?”

“Sure, but I really need to use the restroom, if that’s okay.”

“Of course, come on in.”

I led my “student” through the side door and into the kitchen. I then showed him where the bathroom was. “Would you like a soda? Juice? Water?”

“Water will be fine, Mr. Greenely.”

I grabbed a couple of bottles of water and set them on the counter. I stepped out of the kitchen and looked down at the end of the hall where Hayden, with the bathroom door opened, had fished out his huge, hard cock and stood at the toilet, stroking it. Holy fuck, this boy had a big cock!

“I-is everything okay, Hayden?”

“Couldn’t be better, Mr. Greenely. But it sure is hard to pee. Maybe I need some help.”

I have no idea how I ended up in the bathroom so quickly. I don’t remember walking. I don’t remember running either. I was just there before I knew it, standing behind a suddenly naked and incredibly sexy boy. I wrapped my arms around him and rubbed up and down his smooth chest and taut abs.

Hayden turned around in my arms and started to unbutton my shirt, kissing my chest and abs as they were exposed. “I’ve been dreaming about this for so long, Mr. Greenely. You are the hottest teacher I’ve ever had.” When he pulled off my shirt, he added, “This is even better than I ever imagined, Mr. Greenely.”

He started sucking and chewing on my nipple, and I could do nothing but throw my head back and moan. “Does that feel good, Mr. Greenely? Am I doing okay?”

“Oh, God! Yes, Hayden! So much more than okay.”

“Good, let me know if I’m doing things right. I’ve never done this before.”

Holy shit! Now he’s adding the virgin angle to his role-playing. This boy is goooooood!

“Oh, Hayden!” I put his head in my hands and leaned into him for a kiss. His lips were so soft, yet at the same time, there was this animalistic lack of control. He opened my mouth and invaded it with his amazing tongue, while at the same time, he was undoing the buttons on my 501s, which soon ended up on the floor.

“I need to take a shower, Hayden. I got all hot and sweaty working on my car and need to clean up.”

“Okay, Mr. Greenely. But you might need some help—washing your back and all.”

“I think that’s a wonderful idea, Hayden. You’ve already been so helpful. Why stop now?”

“Exactly, Mr. Greenely.”

I got the water nice and warm and guided Hayden into the shower in front of me. I turned him around and ground my cock into his monster as we kissed deeply. It wasn’t long before I was kissing my boy down his neck, onto his pecs, and already hard nipples. I then kissed down his hairless abs and made it down to my knees.

I swear I have never seen a cock like this, not even online! I was able to grab it from the base with one fist, followed by another right next to it. Holy shit! He still had a good four or five inches exposed, which soon disappeared into my mouth.

Hayden was literally shaking from head to foot as I worked my tongue, lips, and fists up and down his pole. Damn, this boy was one horny fucker! I don’t think he lasted three minutes before he was pumping shot after shot of cum down my throat.

After Hayden calmed down a bit, I stood up and kissed him again, letting him taste the remains of his hot load.

“Vic, no matter what happens for the rest of my life, this will be one of those days I’ll never forget. Oh, and that little teacher fantasy is done. I’ll never want to do that again. I’m sorry if I made you feel—”

“Whoa there, hot stuff! That was kinda kinky—and fun as fuck! I hope you’ll consider it again. I have a few ideas of my own!”

“But now, will you take me to your bed and make love to me? I need to feel you inside me more than you could ever imagine.” He kissed me again, and I marveled at his intensity and passion—and the fact that his cock was still as hard as a rock.

How could I turn down a request like that? We finished our shower and dried each other off, spending a little more time on each other’s sexy parts than the rest of our bodies. When we stepped out of the bathroom, I scooped the boy up in my arms and carried him into the master suite, laying him across the top of my king-sized bed.

Damn! Quiet Hayden Miller was loud as fuck in bed. It seems like his entire body is one hot spot. No matter where I placed a kiss or a nibble, he would moan and writhe on the bed. However, when I threw his slender legs to his chest and planted my face in his hairless ass, that boy screamed in ecstasy. After only about five minutes of some very intense rimming, Hayden was begging—quite loudly—for me to fuck him.

I reached for the lube and coated his hole and my throbbing cock. His cock was flowing a steady stream of sweet boy juice, and I scooped up as much as I could and added it to my cock. I placed my cock at the ready for entry and propped myself over Hayden. “How about I make love to you this time. I want our first time to be special, Hayden.”

I will never forget the look on his face when I told him that. The smile was so pure. So genuine. So were the tears welling up in his eyes. I began kissing him again as I eased into his ass. The tightest ass I’ve ever felt.

I talked him through the whole process of opening up for me. He never asked me to stop or slow down. He had the cutest little whimper when things got a little tight. But oh! When I brushed across his prostate with the head of my cock, I think his whole body lifted off the bed.

Of course, it didn’t take long for Hayden’s monster cock to let go of another gigantic load, hands-free—and the contractions of his incredibly tight ass caused mine to plant deep inside Hayden’s body. When we were done and back on this planet, I really couldn’t tell you who was wearing the biggest grin.

“Hayden, thank you for making me happier than I’ve been in years. Thank you for being at the hospital. Thank you for being the sexiest boy I’ve ever made love to.”

“Oh my God, Vic. I need to thank you. Starting with those kisses the other day—and everything that has happened today—all of it—every bit of it was my first. My first real kiss, my first blowjob, my first shower with a hot man, the first time every one of my dreams turned out even better than I had imagined. But most of all, my first time making love. No matter what happens in my life, you will be the one. You will be my first for so many special things.”

* * * * *

The nurses came rushing in as soon as they heard me shout out, “Mama!”

They had her in the chair with a glass of ice water. They wanted to take her back out to the waiting room, but I wouldn’t hear of it.

“I’ve been waiting over two years to see my mother, and you can’t take her away now.”

“I’m fine, really. I was too excited when I came into the room, and it just got the best of me. I’ll be fine.”

The nurses let her stay after I gave them my best sad puppy face and said they would help my mom back to the waiting area when our visit was done. They walked out of the room, shaking their heads, but I don’t think Mama saw that.

“Oh, my dear sweet boy. I have so much to apologize for! Will you ever forgive me?”

“Forgive you? You didn’t do this to me. You don’t have to apologize to me for what he did.”

“Oh, I know that. I spent so many years protecting you from your father and his temper, but he fixed it so I couldn’t protect you from his most evil act.”

Mama explained how my father had abused her for years and why she couldn’t take me to Lexington with her. She explained how my father put that horrible clause in the divorce papers so she couldn’t protect me. But she also explained how Claire kept her informed of everything and how when I turned twenty-one, I would be able to have her back in my life.

How ironic that no matter how hard he tried to keep us apart, his failed attempt at taking my life is actually bringing us back together. I’m getting my Mama back!

Mama also explained that despite everything, my father had an insurance policy for each of us. Hers was for a million dollars. Mine was for a half-million. She said she was going to use hers to relocate both she and her mother back to Barnstable. Mine would help me with expenses while I was out of school for my recovery.

I then told her that a good chunk of it would pay for Cam’s and my wedding. She just started laughing so hard that tears were coming to her eyes.

“What’s so funny, Mama?”

“Oh, my darling boy—just think of it—the irony—your father, as much as he hated the thought of having a gay son, is going to be paying for your wedding to that wonderful young man sitting out there in the waiting area! It couldn’t be any more perfect than that!”

So there you go! We only have one more chapter in the hospital and then we all go back home and help Ian heal, get the shop back on track, and of course we'll check in on our newest lovebirds, Vic and Hayden. (I think they are really cute together).
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Aaaaaaaaah!!!!! I loved this chapter. It was sweet sad sexy and amazing! That role playing scene grrrr. So glad ian isn't mad at mary

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B).....................Yep, that is delicious irony of having homophobic murdering Daddy Jack pay for his gay sons wedding. At least mamma and Ian are on good terms again.

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I’m easily confused. When the scene with Hayden and ‘Mr Greenely’ began, I couldn’t figure out why Ian was leaving the hospital so soon. I’d forgotten all about Hayden!  ;-)

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1 hour ago, droughtquake said:

I’m easily confused. When the scene with Hayden and ‘Mr Greenely’ began, I couldn’t figure out why Ian was leaving the hospital so soon. I’d forgotten all about Hayden!  ;-)

I'm glad you got it worked out, that would have confused me, too! Thanks for reading this silly, little story!

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Fabulous chapter!  Even though it was hard to write, or maybe because it was hard, you handled it so well.  Such sweet irony that the bastard’s murder attempt united his family and paid for his gay son‘s wedding.  Mary’s refusal to accept the body was the ultimate insult, and so deserved. 

 

 I’m loving the new relationship between Hayden and Vic (that scene was hot)!   Here’s to hoping that develops into something as deep and enduring as Ian and Cam’s relationship. 

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The start of recovery, a reunion, and hot sex made for a very enjoyable chapter! Thank you. I think I like these guys a little more with each chapter.

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4 hours ago, Wesley8890 said:

Aaaaaaaaah!!!!! I loved this chapter. It was sweet sad sexy and amazing! That role playing scene grrrr. So glad ian isn't mad at mary

there was a time when I would do the hookup thing. One hot dude was totally into roleplay. It turned from a hot one-night thing to a two-year thing. My being a writer and in theatre probably helped a bit LOL

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4 hours ago, Benji said:

B).....................Yep, that is delicious irony of having homophobic murdering Daddy Jack pay for his gay sons wedding. At least mamma and Ian are on good terms again.

Thanks Benji! I totally love me some delicious irony! Glad you do, too!

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1 hour ago, tesao said:

Fabulous chapter!  Even though it was hard to write, or maybe because it was hard, you handled it so well.  Such sweet irony that the bastard’s murder attempt united his family and paid for his gay son‘s wedding.  Mary’s refusal to accept the body was the ultimate insult, and so deserved. 

 

 I’m loving the new relationship between Hayden and Vic (that scene was hot)!   Here’s to hoping that develops into something as deep and enduring as Ian and Cam’s relationship. 

We're going to see a bit more of Vic and Hayden (as well as Charlie and Jacob) once we get out of the damned hospital! Thanks for reading, tesao!

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23 minutes ago, JeffreyL said:

The start of recovery, a reunion, and hot sex made for a very enjoyable chapter! Thank you. I think I like these guys a little more with each chapter.

Jeffrey! For me, this is probably one of the highest compliments! I try to make my characters likable... if they aren't, people won't keep reading, right? You made my night!

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I found this story just a few days ago and cannot put it down. I have laughed, cried and of course have been turned on by these stories. Wow amazing 

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I am well known as the troll that sits under a bridge and nips at the bare toes of authors (or especially editors) as they cross over. It is a pleasure to read chapter after chapter in this story without finding anything to object to. You have made my day.

Misterwill

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5 minutes ago, mister will said:

I am well known as the troll that sits under a bridge and nips at the bare toes of authors (or especially editors) as they cross over. It is a pleasure to read chapter after chapter in this story without finding anything to object to. You have made my day.

Misterwill

Whoooooa! You, sir, have just made my entire year! Thank you so much!

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Another great chapter! The insurance policy twist making dear old bastard dad pay for the wedding of his “faggot” son and boyfriend is just too perfect, the ultimate poetic justice. Hopefully dad will be watching live from hell, and made to suffer in perpetuity for his crimes. Keep this fascinating story going, please!

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So glad Ian and Mary are reunited happily and free of the abusive bstd, no loss there. And yes thankfully the insurance payout meant he was good for at least one thing, enjoy spending that.

Hot teacher/student RP scene. Vic and Hayden fit so well and will hopefully go far together. Another great chapter, thank you.

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@FlyOnTheWallI loved how you put in the poetic justice. Were Jack is paying for their wedding. Also a great chapter. I also wanted to tell you that I love your writing. My favorite book you've wrote is Johnny Breeze & Me. 

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