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40,524. The Home Stretch
Well here is the next one folks and I'm almost home free.
As usual the cutline is there for a reason, if you are offended by same sex pairing and adult content, don't read past the cut.
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Tuesday, September 5, 1972

After the Island, Boston seems so gray and repressed, I hate to think what it’s going to feel like when Madame comes back next week.

Garret changed almost the second we got back on the Mainland, he’s more distant or maybe it’s me, maybe this summer spoiled me. I had gotten used to the freedom of the Island, I reached for his hand on the train at one point, and he surreptitiously took it for just a second after he looked around to make certain no one was watching.

I know we can’t be open at home, but I feel like a beggar child whose been shown the candy store, given one piece and then told he can’t have any more sweets. I want more, I want it all and now Damnit! I liked the way Garret was on the Island, well most of the time. Except when he got pissy and screwed whoever she was. Most of the summer he was happier and more relaxed than at home, but that’s over now.

Tomorrow it’s back to the grind of classes, classes and more classes. Three years of med school at least one year of internship and two to six years of residency; welcome back to real life, Jack.


Saturday, September 9, 1972

Holy shit. Madame nearly caught us today, if she’d have shown up thirty minutes earlier, she would have gotten an eyeful of Garret and I going at it on the couch.

After we finished, we grabbed a shower and he got out first. While I was finishing up Maggie showed up. A day early! I came out of the bathroom in just a towel, walked into Garret’s room talking about how we should grab some beer and get back here for the game and there sat Madame on Garret’s bed. You should have seen the look on her face when she saw me in a towel. She kind of hugged herself as if to protect her from me. Here’s a news flash silly twit, I’m GAY not a sexual deviant, of course, in her book, I’m sure they are one and the same. Even if I were straight, I wouldn’t touch her with somebody else’s ten-foot pole.

So with Maggie back, I’m odd man out tonight because of course she wheedled Garret into going out and he went. I guess I’ll read ahead in Gross Anatomy and turn in early because I’m sure she’ll talk him into spending the night.

It doesn’t bother me when he sleeps with anyone else but her. The only reason the girl on Fire Island bothered me was that he did it for spite. The thought of him in bed with Maggie makes me want to throw up. My stomach is tied in knots and I have a headache.

God, I wish he’d find someone else besides her. I have a bad feeling that she is going to hurt him if he marries her. She makes my skin crawl when she smiles that sappy smile at him and says his name in that grating whine while dragging her fingers up his arm.

And the way she looks at me when he’s not looking, if she could figure out a way, she’d get him to move. I know she doesn’t know about us, but she hates me anyway.


Thursday, September 28, 1972

I hate that bitch! When I came in from class, she was sitting on the sofa waiting for Garret she said, but she knew he had a dentist’s appointment today and wouldn’t be in until after five. She started talking to me about school and life in general and just when I started to relax and think we might have a normal adult conversation, she started moving closer and told me she’d always thought I was cute.

She reached up, started playing with my hair, and leaned against my arm, rubbing her breast against me and put her hand on my thigh. I was really getting nervous and suddenly for the first time in years, I started stuttering.

‘M.M.Maggie, what are you d.d.d.doing?’

The evil bitch laughed and said, ‘what’s the m.m.m.matter, J.J.Jack. You should try it you m.m.m.might enjoy it.’

I leapt off the couch and hurried down the hall to my room with the nasty sound of her mocking laugh following me. I didn’t come out again until Garret came home and I heard her leave. He could tell I was upset, but I just said I’d had bad day and didn’t want to talk about it.

I’m afraid if I tell him he might think I’m just trying to break them up, he knows I don’t like Maggie, which is why they go out or to her place, instead of sleeping here.

I guess I’ll just avoid her as best I can but God, I’d give anything to slap the bitch just once.




Tuesday, October 31, 1972

No anniversary celebration for me tonight, I‘ve been shanghaied. My parents insisted I come to this stupid family reunion, so here I am stuck in Philadelphia with my mother’s family. I’ve been stuck here since Saturday with people I barely know and the ones I do know I don’t like.

My father’s side of the family is barely tolerable, but the people in my mother’s family are unbelievable snobs. The only thing they’re interested in is whom people are related to and whom they married. The only one in the entire group I have anything in common with besides blood relation is my cousin Caroline.

She is a medical student at Harvard and we do run across each other occasionally, and she is a homophobe. She ranted for almost an hour about these two guys at Harvard who had been caught having sex in their dorm room. The disgust on her face was plain to see, the things she and my other cousins were saying were incredibly hurtful, and the worst part is if they knew about me they would be even more disgusted and the hurtful things they are saying would only get worse.

I miss Garret so much.



Wednesday, November 1, 1972

I told my parents that I was going back to Boston. They were less than thrilled, but didn’t try to stop me. I’m taking the early train. I’ll be home with Garret tomorrow night.

Friday, November 3, 1972

What a homecoming, if it weren’t for the way I miss him, I’d go away more often.

I walked in the door and when he came out of his room and saw me, I didn’t have time to pull off my coat. He grabbed me and started kissing me and pulling my clothes off, throwing them left and right as he dragged me down the hall to the bedroom.

When he got me there he pushed me down on the bed and I reached for the lube expecting we’d get right down to it, but he took it from me and sat it back on the nightstand.

He leaned over me, kissing me and trailing his fingers over me everywhere. He held my face in his hand and whispered ‘I missed you, Jack.’ I thought I would melt; the look in his eyes was so tender, so loving. I reached up to kiss him and he held me down and kissed me everyway imaginable. Gently, roughly, quick and hard, slow and deep. For hours, it seemed that all he did was kiss me and then I felt his hand wrap around me and begin stroking.

Suddenly I was on fire and he was burning with me. We made love in positions I didn’t know existed, for hours and every time we’d stop to catch our breath, he would lay there holding me, kissing me and telling me he missed me.

I can tell he wants to say he loves me, I see it in his eyes and I feel it in his hands. I just wish that once, I could hear it from his lips. That I could have that gravelly growl whispering in my ear, I love you, Jack. I would give anything to hear him say it one time.