Jim & the Contest

I

Jim Bryce was a freshman in Boston college. He was a good looking man for 21, though a bit lean at the present due to a diet of too many books and not enough cash for groceries. His parents weren't much help, in fact the only reason he was in school at all was through the good graces of an uncle who had died prematurely and left him enough to pay tuition for a few years at least. Jim's dad had become invisible since his little brother was born. His mom tried but constant bouts of alcoholism took their toll. Jim basically was left to his own devices growing up.

He always tried to view it positively, at least he had a roof over his head, and he had his little brother Paul. Paul was the only person Jim really gave a damn about if the truth be known. Jim would do anything for Paul. For now at least he sent what money he could home to help Paul out, even if it meant not eating himself.

Jim knew frustration well, growing up as he did, but lately the pressure was getting to him. Last night after getting off the late shift at the 7-11 where he worked after classes, came the last blow. The manager handed him a pink slip with his paycheck. Jim became furious and confronted the manager, but only got a pat answer that the store was doing badly right now and corners had to be cut. Jim didn't know what to do. He wanted to pound this guy bad for cutting him off so heartlessly, but knew that would only lead to problems later. He took the check and headed out into the cold night air, back home to the single dorm room which was his world.

On the way home he stopped in this bar called the Black Door. Friends had told him it was notorious as a gay bar, but Jim didn't care this evening, his back was to the wall and all he could afford was the buzz off a couple of beers. This would be a small pleasure though transitory.

The place was dark, and stank of stale beer and cigarettes. In the corner was a jukebox which looked as if it had seen better days. He went over and sat at the bar and signaled for the bar tender. "I'm Chip", the bartender said. "I've never seen you here before, you new in town?" An older gay man, wearing big gold rings, at the other end of the bar eyed him up and down, "fresh meat.", he snickered. "Leave him alone Jerry", snapped Chip. Jim said, "I'm not gay, man, I just wanted to come in out of the cold and have a beer." Chip said, "that's ok buddy, you can pick from Bud or Bud Lite." A curious smile came over Chip's face. Chip was not a big man, but he was well built and the type that would do well working at a gay bar. Sort of like, eye candy for the rich old guys who liked to frequent the place. Jim decided on the Bud and Chip promptly brought it over to him.

"You ok buddy", asked Chip? "You look like you've been through the mill!" Jim just stared at his beer. He didn't really want to talk, but something about Chip made him loosen up a bit. Jim began to tell Chip his story and problems. At first he was angry and pounded his fist on the bar, alarming the other patrons, but as he continued he got quiet and ended up misty eyed and welcoming the hug that Chip came around the bar to give him. Jim was not sure about this at first, but it felt good to make body contact with another man.

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Jim was amazed to find himself becoming aroused by Chip's hug. Jim hugged back instinctively. It felt good to him to hold the body of another man so close. Jim had never had a gay experience, and only ever dated girls, but this strange new sensation was somehow fulfilling to him. Anyway, he did not care tonight, all he knew was that someone gave a damn about him for the first time in a long time.

Chip suddenly winced in pain! "whoa buddy!", he cried out, "trying to break my ribs or something!" Jim was shocked and released the hug. "Oh sorry man, I mean Chip, I didn't realize that I was crushing you, I'm sorry", replied Jim. Jim was nervous and a little embarrassed. "That's a hell of a bear hug you got there buddy", weezed Chip, as he felt his sides to make sure nothing was broken.

"I bet you would win the contest tomorrow night", quipped Jerry. "What contest?", asked Jim. Chip piped in "The Toughman Bearhug contest we are having here at 8:00 P.M.. The first prize is $500.00, and maybe a new boyfriend", Chip laughed.

"$500.00 bucks for just squeezing a guy!", said Jim. "Yeppers", said Chip, "you should enter I would bet you would win." Jim looked stunned. He couldn't believe that he could make that much money that easily. He though how tough could the competition be? Looking around at the other patrons in the bar, he though he would be able to walk away with the cash like taking candy from the proverbial baby.

Jim looked at his watch and realized that he better head back home or he would not be able to make his 8:00 A.M. class. He thanked Chip, and got up to leave. Chip said,"Hey stud, before you go sign up for tomorrow night!" Jim wasn't sure, but though what the hell money is money. Jim signed his name in the number 10 slot. He though, nine other guys already signed up, eh it will be a cakewalk. Jim left the bar and went back into the cold night and to his dorm room.

II

Slamming his fist on the alarm clock he couldn't find the button, so he picked it up and hurled it into the wall. The poor little clock slammed the wall then crashed with a thud to the floor, which terminated its ringing. Sometimes the messenger and message are the same. Jim rolled out of bed and stretched. He walked to the shower and started the water. While waiting for the water to heat up, he looked at himself in the mirror. He was a bit lean, but in good shape at 190 pounds and 6 foot tall. Working on summer road crews and as a stock boy helped put muscle on his frame. He thought he looked good, certainly girls had noticed him before, though he had not the time nor money to persue them. He noticed his thirty-four inch waist tapering gracefully up to his muscled chest and arms. He twisted and turned a little and watched how the muscles in his torso flexed and relaxed when he moved. His dark hair and mustache highlighted the handsome features of his face. Being grateful for what he had made him forget what he lacked. The clock on the wall told him to move it or be late for that 8:00 A.M. class. He stepped in the shower and shuddered with delight as the warm water caressed his naked body.

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Hurriedly finishing his shower he threw on some jeans, a tee shirt, a flannel shirt, and grabbed his books and a jacket and flew out the door running to the elevator.

About midday he went to get a burger for lunch at a local restaurant. Fumbling in his pocket for change he came up with a dollar fifty-three. Staring at the money he remember he got fired last night. A gloom came over him and he almost lost his appetite when he remembered the bar and that he signed up for a contest. Hope came into his heart, as a small bird on a sprig. Well maybe he though, he would be eating steak tomorrow. He scoffed down the burger and hurried off to his next class.

5:00 P.M. came and he got back to his dorm room. A letter was waiting there for him. From the return address he could see it was from his mother. Sneering he thought, when did she get sober enough to take ten minutes to write this? He opened the letter...

Dear Jim,

I hope you are ok, things are tough here. I am constantly bugging the shit out of the court to find your father and get some money out of that bastard. Who knows where he is. Oh Paul went and got into an accident with the car. He is ok just a broken arm and some cracked ribs. The doctor said he will be ok........

Jim dropped the letter. A great upwelling filled his chest, Paul, my god is Paul ok, why didn't that bitch tell me sooner. He wanted to call, but they had no phone and right now he couldn't even afford bus fare back to Indiana. He picked up the letter and continued. ......blah, blah, blah for most of it, but his mind was on Paul. He would rather the worst happen to him than his little brother. The letter ended typically with his mother asking for any money he could spare. He wished for once that she could stay sober long enough to keep a job for a month.

He was too upset at this time to answer the letter and he knew he had to concentrate on the contest tonight. At this time it was the only money he could see coming his way. He lay down and rested. The past couple of days had been wearing him down and he needed desperately to win that contest tonight. He awoke to someone nudging him in the ribs. His buddy Phil from the room across the hall had come in his room to ask if he wanted to get something to eat. Jim, sat up and asked what time it was. Phil said, "8:15." Jim's face went ashen. He jumped up and said, "Oh shit I'm late!" Rushing out the door he went as fast as he could across town to the Black Door.

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III

Cars were parked for blocks around the Black Door. Jim had no idea that the crowd would be so large. He was stopped just inside the door by a big guy in a tight white tee shirt. "$5.00 cover charge buddy", snarled the bouncer. "Let him in", shouted Chip, "he is one of the competitors." The bouncer stepped aside sneering at this upstart. Jim stared in amazement toward the center of the bar. The tables had been cleared away and the chairs pushed into a circle with a crowd of men around it. In the center stood a big man 6'3" and 245 easily. He was stripped to the waist and in tight jeans. Jim could see that he was no stranger to a weight room by the look of his build. He was currently in the bearhug of another man, also shirtless and in trunks doing his best to make this Goliath submit. After five minutes of straining the smaller guy gave up and was forced to raise his arms and prepare for the crushing embrace of this monster.

The crowd could smell blood and sense the fear in the smaller man's eyes as Killer Kelly, as he was known wrapped his arms around his challenger's chest. With one heave, Killer picked up the challenger and pulled him into his chest. The Challenger gave out a sharp cry as the torture began. Killer's arms tightened, his 20 inch biceps popping and lats spreading. The challenger's face quickly became red then blue as his air was cut off. His arms began to dangle and his head tilt back. In a futile effort he tried to break the hold, but all this did was anger Killer and make him resolve to tighten the hold. After 2 minutes of this agony a weak cry of I submit came from the challenger's lips. Killer let him drop to the floor like a sack of potatoes. The challenger lay there in a heap gasping air as Killer stepped over him toward the bar to drink a victory beer bought for him by a patron.

Jim had never seen anything like this, he went over to Chip who was busy pouring drinks. "Glad to see you made it Stud", said Chip. "I had no choice", replied Jim. "I have to win tonight, a lot depends on it." "So what are the rules, who am I up against?", asked Jim. Chip told him to see the older guy in the corner with the clip board. Jim said thanks and moved on. Meanwhile the crowd revved up again as the third contest of the evening began. Jim said excuse me to the old guy with the clipboard. "What do you want babycakes", he said as he pinched Jim's ass. Jim jumped a little stunned, not used to being treated like this by another man. "I.. I'm on the list sir... you know to compete", Jim said. "Let's see", growled the old codger, "What's ya name?" "Jim, Jim Bryce", Jim answered nervously. "You're match 5, just after this one, go get ready", came the answer. "What do I ..."Take off ya shirt an get in tha ring when I tells ya!" , croaked the old guy. Jim went back to the bar and sat down watching the current contest in amazement.

The two guys in the ring were pretty evenly matched unlike the previous contest. One guy was blond with a surfer's build and the other guy was dark haired but a bit stockier, but strong. After the blond guy could not make his opponent submit it was his turn to suffer. The dark haired guy put the grip on him and the blond guy struggled and got an arm in the hold. This weakened the bearhug and forced the dark haired guy to lose his grip and the contest was considered a draw. Under the contest rules only a submission counted as a victory.

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The old codger with the clipboard entered the center of the ring. "First up is a familiar face from last month. At the bar Jim began pulling his shirt off and left it with Chip. Chip smiled at him and said,"good luck stud." At 185 pounds and 6 foot, Rob Jones." A roar came from the crowd as this handsome man entered the ring area. He looked like a Rob. He had dark features and a neatly trimmed dark beard and mustache. He wore only tight jogging shorts which showcased his endowment nicely. His lean and strong body looked like it would give up a great struggle. The announcer then said, "An now a newcommer, Jim Bryce, 190 pounds 6 foot of hungry fighter." To Jim's amazement some people actually booed him. Word had gotten around that he was "straight" and all those gay guys wanted nothing better to see a straight man get crushed. The old guy tossed a coin and pointed to Jim to call it. Jim said, "tails", the coin came up heads. The old guy said, "Rob Jones wins the toss." Jim put his arm up as Rob slid his arms around Jim's chest.

With a sudden jerk, Rob cranked in on Jim. Suddenly Jim could feel Rob's chest against his. This was different than the other night. The sensation of naked flesh and muscle excited him even more. Rob was tightening up on Jim but Jim tried to hold onto his breath as long as possible. He knew that if he breathed out that Rob would take advantage of it to tighten up on him even more. Finally he had to exhale and sure enough Rob seized the moment and cranked in on him. Jim knew he had to outlast Rob in order to return the favor and win the contest. 3 minutes had gone by and Jim was wearing down, but so was Rob. Rob was not able to maintain the constant pressure and Jim managed a few short breaths which relieved his burning lungs. Sweat was beading on Jim's forehead and chest and sides. He had to hold out. Finally after 6 minutes of this agony Rob released his hold. Jim staggered back and bent over his hands on his knees. His chest was heaving feeding oxygen to his lungs.

After a minute's rest the old guy said begin. Rob gulped air and held his arms up ready for the onslaught. Jim wrapped his arms around Rob's body not tightly at first. His strategy was to wait till Rob breathed and then tighten up. Rob maintained his breath for a minute then when he could no longer hold it and exhaled Jim was ready for him. Though the both of them were sweaty Jim cranked it in with all his might. His biceps bulging and digging into Rob's ribs increasing the pain. Jim could only think of one thing to focus. He had to win to help his brother Paul laid up in the hospital. This $500.00 bucks would help with the hospital bills. Rob began to slip a little because of the sweet sweat generated by the two half naked men. Jim just lowered down a little and got in under Rob's ribs. Squeezing with all his might he heard a cracking sound and saw a look of pain on Rob's face. Rob crumpled immediately, hoarsely crying his submission and begging to end the punishment.

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Jim let go of the hold, and the crowd erupted into cheering for Jim. Jim helped

Rob up off the floor and a couple of Rob's friends came over to help him. Jim

didn't know what came over him. He realized that he just seriously injured a man. Also he was becoming aware of this heightened sexual energy he felt when close to another man. He was not sure but he knew he wanted more.

IV

The announcer entered the circle again with his clipboard. Next match is the first match of the second elimination round. Welcome to the ring the winner from match 1 Max French. Max was more of a brawler type than anything else. He was a tough fireplug of a guy at 5'11" and 198 pounds. The crowd hushed as the next combatant entered the ring, no introduction was needed. Killer pushed the announcer out of the way and raised his arms. "Come at me ya punk!", he growled. Max clamped in on Killer's massive chest. He almost lifted him off the ground, but didn't quite make it. Killer seemed to be amused despite Max's great effort. Max began to sweat profusely and felt his grip slipping. He knew that he could not let go, because the rules stated that if a contestant lost his grip his turn to be on the offensive was over. Veins were popping in Max's neck as he tried desperately to do damage to the big man. Finally Killer did the unbelievable, he took a big breath. His titanic chest gave a great heave and Max lost his grip.

Max gasped for air and his heart began to pound as he prepared for payback. Bravely he raised his arms and prepared for the worst. Killer had an especially sadistic look on his face as he closed in on Max and clamped in on the smaller man. Immediately Max felt as if he were in a hydraulic vice. He fought valiantly to keep his breath, but after a minute of this pressure he had to let go and exhale. This was the beginning of the end. Immediately he felt himself being lifted off the floor and the steel bands wrapping tighter around his rib cage. Falling forward against his opponents massive chest he looked like a rag doll. The crowd gasped in disbelief. Was this the same guy who trounced his opponent in the first match of the night?

After a minute of this torture, he was not moving. The announcer got worried and came in and shouted at Killer to break the hold that Killer had won. Killer looked disappointed, but broke the hold and let Max fall to the floor. He did not move at first . Jim jumped to the center of the ring and began to revive Max. Slowly Max came to, and with the help of some friends who were here to cheer him on, was assisted outside the ring.

Jim felt a large hand grab him by the back of the neck and spin him around. Disoriented Jim saw Killer leering at him. "You better win your next contest pretty boy, because I like crushing hot studs like you!", roared Killer. Killer let him go and then moved back to the bar for another victory beer.

Jim stood in the center of the ring stunned. For the first time in the evening he began to worry. Max was not a push over and Killer just took him apart. Though Jim was in better shape than Max he began to wonder if he would fare any better than Max or Killer's earlier opponent.

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The announcer entered the ring and motioned for Jim to stay put. "The next match will pit, our young stud here, Jim, against Dean Robertson the winner of match 2.", squealed the announcer. Dean entered the ring. Jim was taken aback. Dean was 6 foot about 185 and well sculpted, though not overly muscular. His dark hair and mustache helped define his handsome face. Dean wore tight white running shorts and bulldogs. The announcer looked at Dean and said, "call the toss." The silver coin flashed like a jewel in the dim light of the bar. "Heads", called out Dean in a manly baritone voice. Jim suddenly felt himself get hard. Those feelings were starting again and they hadn't even touched yet. Jim couldn't wait to feel that tight hairy chest against his own.

Jim felt a finger poking him in the sternum. "Arms up dummy!", grunted the announcer. Dean smiled at Jim, aware that Jim had been more than sizing him up.

Jim raised his arms Dean wrapped his arms around Jim's chest. Dean whispered to Jim, "you feel good stud, we'll have a private contest later." Jim was perplexed, what did he mean, he thought. Jim's heart beat faster as he became excited. Chip the bartender was cute, but this guy was hot he thought.

With a sudden jerk Jim was back in reality. Dean had caught him off guard and cranked it in. Jim was half way in between desperate struggle to win and a deep desire to lose to this man. For the first time Jim knew what it was like to really want a man. The pressure was not letting up though. Perhaps it was adrenaline that kept him going, perhaps it was lust, he did not know all he knew that the more Dean squashed him the harder he got. This was different than the first match. He felt willing to let Dean crush him all night if he wanted to. For some reason Dean ran out of gas before Jim ran out of air, and released his hold. Jim was sure it was because Dean wanted the favor returned.

Jim was please to return the favor. Jim grabbed Dean's ass as he worked his arms around his hot tight body. Dean seemed to like this play. Dean gasped loudly as Jim wrenched his tightest hold on him. Dean was strong, but not like this, he realized that it would take a lot to outlast this hold. Dean wanted Jim to crush him then have his way with him. Jim tried only to focus on winning. He thought, I've come this far I have to finish. Jim also wanted to explore Dean, but he knew somehow that there would be time for that later.

Dean was writhing trying to get free, but his building desire for Jim betrayed him and he collapsed against Jim's big chest and told him I submit.

Jim, loosed the hold and let Dean down to the floor. Supporting him he helped Dean to a chair at a table set aside for contestants. The announcer stepped in. "There will be a short intermission while the two finalists rest up for the final match, Jim against Killer." The crowd roared with anticipation.

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Jim was taken with Dean. He had never felt this way about another man. He had only dated a few girls, but to be honest, there was never any excitement there.

This was virgin territory, this was like nothing he had ever experienced. This was contrary to everything he had ever been told or taught, but he knew that he liked this new and exciting experience. He held Dean's hand and Dean smiled at him. "Chip bring my friend a beer!", shouted Jim. Dean looked at Jim and said,"Thanks stud. That's a helluva bearhug you have there." Jim blushed a little and said, "Ya, shucks I know, I hope I didn't hurt ya." "No problem stud. I could take a lot more from you any day.", Dean said. "Yah, we'll have to see about that later", Jim replied.

Out of nowhere Jim found himself kissing Dean, a deep hot kiss. He began to get excited again when he heard Chip's voice saying ,"EXCUSE ME LOVEBIRDS!" Chip was holding the beer that Jim had ordered for Dean. Chip looked at Jim and said, "I hate to break up this Hallmark moment, but don't you have to go fight Killer."

All of a sudden Jim remembered what brought him here to begin with.

V

A cold shiver went down both men's spine as they realized what Jim was up against in just 5 minutes. Killer had demolished every opponent this evening. Jim didn't want to end up his next victim. He had to beat him, but how. It was obvious that Killer was bigger, but Jim was no slouch. Jim had muscle on him too, but would it be enough to take Killer down.

Dean looked at Jim and said," I don't really know you yet, but I don't want to see you get hurt. Call off the match, I've seen Killer break men larger than you." Jim looked back into Dean's brown eyes and replied, "Dean, I'm confused, you stir something in me, something wild that I want to persue, but buddy, I have to face this. I have to win. My back is to the wall. I got fired last night, my family needs help, and I have run out of options. If I win at least I can buy time to think of what to do next. I have to try, even if I get hurt." Dean was incredibly turned on by the bravery of this man. Jim was a hot stud, but more than that he was an honorable man. Dean looked at Jim pondering what to do next. He knew that no matter what nothing he said would stop Jim from going on.

"Will the finalists enter the ring", shouted the announcer. Jim got up from the table and gave a final look to Dean, then turned and headed over to the ring. Not long after he entered Killer made his entrance. The crowd was hushed and anxious with anticipation. Dean got up and approached the edge of the ring with a strange anxiety of wanting and not wanting to see Jim fight for his life.

Killer stared at Jim like a stone idol. Jim looked at the big man and tried to figure out where he might be weak. The crowd started to chant "crush him" as Killer raised his arms, indicating to Jim to go first. "C'mon boytoy punk!", he roared. Jim charged at him in an effort to knock out his first wind and clamped on his best bearhug just under his short ribs. Killer actually looked startled for the first time in

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the evening. Jim thought, "I've got a good start, now I have to wear him down."

Killer actually looked to be struggling as Jim's biceps flexed and dug into Killer's sides. Dean was shouting encouragement to Jim as Jim wracked his body for any strength that it had left. For a moment it seemed that Killer may actually go down to this young stud. Jim was becoming aware of a dull pain in his ribs. Killer was digging his thumbs in between Jim's ribs. This caused Jim to begin to falter. Jim gargled in pain from this illegal move. Finally he had to let go.

Jim fell to one knee and breathed deep breaths as he massaged his bruised ribs. "Get up ya pussy", shouted Killer. Jim slowly rose up on his feet. Dread overcame Dean as he watched his new found friend fall into the crushing embrace of Killer.

Jim barely had time to get a good breath before Killer clamped it on. Jim had watched earlier in the evening as Killer crushed his earlier opponents, but now he realized first hand what they knew already. Killer managed to find the exact place where he had been digging his fingers just moments before. Jim felt his ribs bend inward and a searing pain fill his chest. The air he had saved up was gone already as Killer taught him a painful lesson. Jim could no believe the power of this man. He felt as if he were caught in a machine. He knew if he could just hold out long enough it would be a draw and he could at least take home something. Killer hissed at him to, "give it up you pussy." Jim's color started to change. The room began to swim on him. Vaguely he heard "Six minutes!". His back his ribs, everything was pain. His arms grew limp and soon his head began to tilt back. Suddenly there was a snap and Jim felt a warm rush of pain in his left side. Finally he could no longer stand it and he signaled to Killer that he gave in.

Jim fell with a thud to the floor clutching his side and groaning. Every breath was an agony for him as his two cracked ribs irritated his lungs. Dean leaped over the chairs and rushed to his aid. Elevating his head off the floor he comforted him. "Jim, Jim, buddy where does it hurt?", he frantically asked. Jim just groaned and motioned to his ribs. Dean looked at the crowd and told a guy standing near him to give him his tee shirt. The guy stripped off his tee shirt and tossed it to Dean. Dean tore it in two and wrapped it around Jim's chest to minimize the movement and pain.

Most of the crowd had moved away to congratulate the winner. A few bystanders lingered to gawk at this latest victim of Killer.

"Chip, bring me a whisky!", shouted Dean. Chip brought over a whisky and Dean forced Jim to drink it. "Get me another.", he commanded. Chip brought over another. Dean forced Jim to drink it despite Jim's protest. "You need something to deaden the nerves till I get you to a doctor.", said Dean. "No, (ouch) No, doctor, I can't, (argh) affor...", groaned Jim. "SHUT UP", scolded Dean. "You're damn lucky I'm a trained nurse. Just shut up I'm getting you to a doctor.", said Dean. Jim knew at that moment that he was lucky to have someone like Dean to help him. He also knew that the feelings he had for Dean earlier in the evening were real and could not be denied.

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VI

Dean helped Jim up and Chip brought his shirt over. Delicately they helped Jim into it, then both men helped Jim into Dean's car. Jim winced only once when they strapped the seat belt around his torso. Dean gave Chip a hug and thanked him for his help. Dean hopped in the driver's seat. He cranked the car over then reached over and brushed Jim's hair with his hand. "You'll be ok buddy", he said gently. Jim looked over at Dean like a hurt little boy. Dean smiled then put the car into gear and sped off to the hospital.

An emergency room is the worst place to be on a Friday night. Just when you think you have it bad someone comes in worse condition. Dean helped Jim over to the nurse's station. "Hi Dean", chirped the nurse on duty. "Hey Betsy girl", replied Dean. "What's wrong with your friend here?", Betsy asked. "Barroom fight, I think he has some cracked ribs, I put a tee shirt around him to help hold everything in till we could get here.", Dean said. The fact was Jim looked pale and was having a difficult time sitting. Betsy took Jim's blood pressure and went through the regular drill getting as much information as she could. She started to ask Jim about medical insurance and Dean motioned to her to leave that for later. "It was all I could do to get this lunkhead to come here Betsy", said Jim. Betsy looked reassuringly at Jim and said, "Child we are gonna get you feeling better in no time."

Jim was a mixed bag of emotions right now. He felt like such a loser for not winning the contest and that money. He felt like he let everyone down. Yet, here was this amazing man watching over him like a guardian angel, to whom he was strangely drawn. Jim lay there alone for a minute on the hospital bed waiting for, what seemed an eternity, for the doctor to come in. The earlier sharp pain had eased to a throbbing now. He closed his eyes and prayed for sweet release.

Dean and the ER doctor entered the room. "Hi Jim, I'm Dr. Harrison", said the doctor. "He is the best one on tonight Jim", chirped Dean. "Hi Doc", groaned Jim. "Dean told me you got into a fight in a bar. Can't imagine what the other guy looks like if you ended up like this.", he chuckled. Jim was not in a mood for any conversation. "You rig up this temporary splint Dean?", Dr. Harrison asked. "Yep, had to think quick, didn't want him to puncture a lung.", answered Dean. "You did a good job", answered the Dr.. "Ok now, I have to take a look at this, I'll be as gentle as I can.", the Dr. said.

"YOW", cried Jim as the doctor removed the tee shirt. He gently felt the injured ribs. Jim winced in pain as the doctor examined him, but bravely made no sound. "Hmm, probably badly cracked, I want to get an x-ray", said the doctor. The Doctor exchanged pleasantries with Dean and left the room. Shortly thereafter a nurse entered and prepped Jim for x-rays. Dean went to the waiting room while the x-rays were done.

Betsy chirped, "Dean honey the doctor is finishing up on your friend." "Thanks Betsy", said Dean as he went back to the room where Jim was. Jim was sitting up

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on the hospital bed and had his arms raised. The doctor was wrapping an ace bandage around his midriff to stabilize his ribs. The doctor showed Dean the x-rays. "Yikes", piped Dean, "Man did Killer do a number on you." "No more bar fights for you for a while young man", reprimanded Dr. Harrison. "You're lucky", said the doctor, "If you weren't in such good shape it could have been worse. You have two badly cracked ribs, luckily they did not break." "I'm going to give you some Demerol to help you get some rest throughout the night. Are you taking care of him tonight Dean?" asked the doctor. "Uh, why of course, yes, he is staying with me tonight, aren't ya Jim.", replied Dean (Jim nodded, he knew he could not manage himself alone tonight, and he felt comfortable with Dean). "Good, you need someone to watch over you for a day or so till you feel better. You need to get some good calcium in you to help the bone healing process. Also, you will have to lay on your uninjured side while sleeping and no heavy lifting for a week. Those ribs are weakened and could break.", instructed Dr. Harrison. "Dean, I want you to show him how to change that splint safely.(Dean nodded in agreement)", Dr. Harrison got a dose of Demerol and injected it into Jim. At first nothing, but then Jim was entering la la land. "Ooh, can I have some too Doc?", asked Dean jokingly. Dr. Harrison said, "No", and playfully swatted Dean on the hand. Dean had that Cheshire cat smile on his face. "Thanks Doc", said Dean. Dean got a wheelchair and helped Jim out to the car.

Unbeknownst to Jim, Dean had told the nurse to send him the bill. The truth be known, Dean felt guilty for not stopping Jim earlier in the evening. He knew what Killer was capable of and how desperate Jim was. In time he figured it would all be worked out. What was important was that Jim was on the way to recovery.

Jim passed into sleep in the passenger's side seat of Dean's car. The small car rolled, with red tail lights gleaming, into the dark damp night back to Dean's place. Though they did not know it both men had begun a journey which could not be measured in miles.

VII

Jim awoke to the sound of a soft rain outside. He opened his eyes then quickly closed them. Everything was blurry at first. This did not look like his room. He raised up a little to one side and felt a stabbing pain. "Argh, damn", he groaned as he fell back onto the bed. Like a flood, the memories of last night's events came rushing into his head as he lay there. The contest, the hospital, and Dean. DEAN, this must be Dean's place, he thought. "Yelling expletives is no way to say good morning!", teased Dean. Dean brought in a tray of hot coffee and juice and placed it on the bed next to him. "So, how is my conquering hero this morning?", he asked. Jim looked at him with a hurt little smile and said, "Did I win?", in a joking tone. "No, and Yes", replied Dean, "You damn near got crushed to death by that big goon Killer Kelly, but I was there to get you some medical help. So I guess you could say you won." A hundred thoughts were running through Dean's head as he admired this hot young man in his bed. Dean had been alone since his lover died two years ago.

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"I would have conceded to that big goon before the contest began", said Dean, "I've seen him tear guys bigger than you apart before." Dean poured a cup of coffee for Jim and Jim gently propped himself up in the bed to drink it. "Dean", said Jim, "I owe you a lot of thanks for all you've done for me." "That's ok", said Dean, "I think I saw a little of Mike in you." "Who is Mike", asked Jim. Dean picked up a picture on the nightstand, and gently caressed it, "Mike was wonderful, Mike was the earth beneath me, Mike was...(Dean turned from Jim so he would not see him getting teary eyed)... Mike was a wonderful man who made me very happy for a while", said Dean. Jim could see he was a bit upset so he did not persue the subject of Mike any longer.

Taking a breath Dean asked, "So, the doctor said you needed to rest and recover, do you want to stay here and let me tend you over the weekend, or do you want to go back home wherever home is?" Jim felt at a crossroads, the old dilemma of should I stay or should I go. He pondered for a while and the word Yes left his lips, "Yes I would like to stay with you a while, if you don't mind." Mike looked happy to have some company. Neither man knew where this would lead, but right now the idea of mutual use seemed ok to both. Dean's cup of loneliness was overflowing, but Jim had his share of loneliness too. It just seemed right for this place and time.

Dean felt the bandage gently and asked, "How are those ribs feeling this morning?" "Still hurts a bit but not like it did last night", Jim winced a little as he answered. "It will take a few days to stop aching so bad. The doctor gave me some painkillers for you to take if it acts up", Dean replied. "Dean", said Jim, "There was something else I remembered from last night." "What was that", asked Dean. Jim reached over and pulled Dean closer and kissed him on the mouth. Dean melted a little. He resisted at first, but then gave in. Though he would not admit it he craved some attention and affection from another man. Mike left a hole in his life that no one could ever fill, but Mike made him promise to move on. Dean had not been very good about keeping his promise to Mike. In fact he missed him terribly. There were many nights when his pillow was damp and his heart was empty. In fact, he only entered that bearhug contest to force himself to get close to another man. He had to try, he knew Mike would want him to.

"Man, that was really nice.", said Jim. "You're a good kisser Jim", said Dean. "Dean, I.. I have never done anything like this before.. I .. I mean kissed another man or anything", Jim said nervously. "Could have fooled me studboy!", quipped Dean. Dean ran his hand over Jim’s hairy chest. "I liked you from the minute I saw you Jim", said Dean. "Is it wrong.. I mean what we. You know", asked Jim. "Does it feel wrong to you?", asked Dean. "No, it feels kind of nice actually.", said Jim. "Then shut up and enjoy it!", snapped Dean. Jim looked at Dean with a wry little smile. It all seemed simple enough. It even made sense. For the first time in his life here was a person who had real answers for him. When love comes along we question it; the trick is to learn how to hold onto it.

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"Dean, how long have you been, ....uh I mean ," "GAY", interrupted Dean. "Yeah, gay, when did , I mean how..", "hush, hush, all that in good time Jim." Dean looked at him and smiled, "Now I want you to lie back and just rest a little. You need to heal and I need to go to the market and get some things for dinner this evening. Cooking for two is different than cooking for one. Mike used to just love my meatloaf.", Dean looked off as he said that, the painful thought of things never done with one he loved overwhelmed him again. Jim opened his arms to Dean and Dean came to them. Jim held him as Dean sobbed into his chest. "You loved him a lot didn't you Deanie" said Jim. Dean didn't answer he just let his broken heart gush it's pent up tears. Jim patted Dean's back, "It's ok Deanie, it's ok", he said as he comforted his new friend. "I've never been called Deanie before", Dean said as he sniffed and dried his tears, "I kind of like it, call me Deanie." "OK Deanie", replied Jim, "I think I want to rest again now I'm a bit achy." Dean looked at Jim and smiled. He got up and headed out the door to the market. Jim collapsed back on the bed. Never before had he been on such a physical and emotional rollercoaster. He was entering a strange new world pregnant with new possibilities, and he was excited, and in love. He quitened down and let his body drink in the sleep it craved.

VIII

Jim awoke to the sound of Dean humming a happy little tune as he chopped onions and celery in the kitchen. He raised himself out of bed and fumbled on the floor for his jeans. He pulled them on and headed out into the kitchen of Dean's condo.

Dean turned to see Jim in the doorway. Jim shivered a little with cold, Dean liked to keep his condo a little on the cool side. "Oh baby you look yummy", crooned Dean, "you also look cold, you want a robe." Jim nodded yes and said, "is that your famous meatloaf you're making?" "Sure is and don't peak, secret ingredients go into it.", Dean said with a smile. Dean brushed past him and went to the bathroom and came back with a white terrycloth robe and wrapped it around Jim. Cinching the belt around Jim's waist he said, "There, you warmer now." Jim caught him around the waist with his arms and held him tight and kissed him deep and hard on the mouth. Dean's arms instinctively draped around Jim in a loving embrace. Jim suddenly gave a yelp of pain and Dean let go breaking the moment. "OOPS, sorry Jim", said Dean as he fought down the hardon in his jeans. Jim smiled wryly at him and said, "I'm sorry Deanie, you didn't hurt me, I'm ok just being a big baby I guess." "Don't be silly Jim, I should have known to be more careful, It's just that no one has kissed me like that in a long time and I kinda like it.", said Dean. Dean patted Jim on the ass and went back to the cutting board to finish his meatloaf.

"That looks really good Deanie, I'm really hungry.", said Jim. Dean looked over his shoulder and smiled at Jim, "well you need a little fattening up, I mean you have a hell of a great body, but you look a little too lean right now. That's probably why you got injured." "I had to buy books last week and it left no money for food.",

said Jim. "You know Jim, I don't want you to think I'm a sugar daddy or anything

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like that, but if you're ever hungry there is a plate at the table here for you.", said Dean. Jim looked at Dean and felt his heart warm up with a strange and wonderful feeling of belonging. "Deanie, you have been ......" "Don't say it", interrupted Dean, "God punish me for falling for a straight man." "Deanie, I'm not so sure I'm straight. You have wakened something in me I have surpressed. Things were always so bad at home I never had time to think about relationships and all, but you came along and upset my applecart.", said Jim. "Deanie:,... Jim moved behind him and put his arms around Dean's chest, Dean stopped cutting onions and leaned his head back on Jim's shoulder, "Deanie... I... I think I'm trying to say I really like you and I want to explore us..l'm not sure where this will lead, but I do want to go there. Now the only question remains, do you want to go there?", asked Jim.

Dean was torn up with feelings. What to do what to do...... hold onto the past ....move ahead. In another life Mike had supplied all the answers for Dean. They met at the beach one summer in Martha's Vineyard at a friend's clambake. Mike like Jim, just seemed to have the answers, his arms fit just right around Dean at night. It was never a compromise it was just sharing. Then that awful picture came into Dean's head again of Mike lying in a hospital bed, his T cell count non-existent and his body being ravaged by death. Dean didn't know why he was negative and he felt a great guilt because he was. Dean wanted desperately to give his life to Mike, but Mike smiled at him and said, "we will have plenty of time later, promise me Dean, that you will go on. (Dean tearfully promised) I'm glad it's me who has to suffer and not you Dean. Dean knowing you has made my life complete. I will always love you Dean."... It wasn't long after, hours perhaps, Dean couldn't remember, that Mike passed into bliss. As all survivors of a disaster, Dean was forever changed. He knew he would never love like that again, but this loneliness was slowly killing him and he knew that Mike was right and that he had made a promise to go on.

What seemed an eternity was just moments, and right now there was a man gently holding him. "Yes", came out of Dean's lips, "I think Mike sent you to me Jim. I don't care if you believe it or not, but I believe Mike sent you. It's........ It's hard for me Jim, I'm a broken man. Perhaps we could ..... try. We are both unsure of what is ahead, but I can't live any longer in this prison of isolation. I have lain awake at night wishing to die because of the loneliness. Losing Mike tore a hole in me Jim. I need to heal maybe we can heal each other." Dean took a deep breath and then said, "Now you go sit and let me get this dinner going." Jim gave Dean a peck on the neck and Dean shuddered a little. He stepped back and sat at the kitchen table. Dean went back to work creating a meatloaf which would make Martha Stewart green with envy.

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"That was a great meal Deanie.", said Jim. Dean blushed a little, he had won a chili contest or two in his day and he was known for his meatloaf in his small circle of friends. Jim got up from the table and began bringing dishes to the sink. "You

go sit Jim Bryce.", scolded Dean. "But I want to help you...." NOT another

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word", interrupted Dean. "Ok, ok", conceded Jim. "Go put the TV on there is a great old movie on tonight, "Mildred Pierce", ever seen it?" , asked Dean. "Uh, no.. I who is in it?", asked Jim. Dean broke into laughter, "You have a lot to learn if you are gonna come out of the closet my dear!" Jim had a puzzled look on his face. "Why Joan Crawford, you know the queen of Bitchdom!", retorted Dean. Jim suddenly realized that there was much he did not know about being gay and that it was a cultural phenomena as much as it was part of one's being.

Jim plunked himself on the sofa and found the remote control. He channel surfed like a pro. In his dorm room he had no TV, it was a luxury to him and he drank it in with great relish. "Some wine babe?", Dean asked loudly from the kitchen. "Hmmm that would be nice Deanie, thanks.", answered Jim. Jim was really starting to relax and forget his hurt side and other problems. He felt a bit selfish, but it was just what he needed. Dean didn't mind the company either. It felt nice to have someone to fuss over for a change.

He brought in a nice white German table wine and put it on the coffee table with a couple of glasses and sat next to Jim. "You have enough to eat Jim?", he asked. "Dean I swear you're trying to stuff me full, I haven't eaten so much in a long time.", replied Jim. "Well, you needed some nourishment, you're a big guy and I want you to stay that way.", Dean said with an impish grin. Jim looked over at him and smiled. Dean reached over and poured some wine and gave Jim a glass. Jim thanked him. Dean poured a glass for himself and said, "A toast to new things, new people, and new friends." The two men clinked glasses and drank to a new beginning. Dean found the movie on the TV and snuggled next to Jim. In the flickering light of the TV they cuddled and comforted each other while watching Joan define what it is to be a long suffering mother with an insolent child.

Jim began to yawn. "I should not be so tired, I've been sleeping a lot today.", said Jim. "Well, for god’s sake you’re supposed to be tired!", answered Dean, "Now that you mention it, I’m tired too. What say we go to bed." Jim yawned which caused Dean to yawn then both men got up Dean shut the TV off and then they headed to the bedroom.

Jim suddenly felt like a catholic schoolgirl as they entered the bedroom. Dean looked puzzled, "What is wrong?" "Deanie, I…. I … I’m a virgin.", said Jim nervously. Dean broke into a heartwarming laughter and Jim began to grin a big grin. "Oh for heavens sake I’m not Attila here to rape and pillage, that is if you don’t want me to.", said Dean. "No, It’s just that I don’t know what to do next,…. I mean … I ..", Jim nervously said. "Well what is it you want to do Jim?", asked Dean. Dean pressed his index finger on Jim’s lips and hissed "SHHHHHHHH".

Dean disrobed Jim and began to kiss him gently on the neck. The stiffness went out of Jim’s arms and posture. He instinctively caressed Dean’s torso. Dean gave out a moan of pleasure. "Hmmmmmmm, that’s nice Jim, keep doing that.", crooned Dean. Jim was like a nervous debutante learning to dance. He tried this he tried that, and when he got a pleasing sound from Dean he went from there.

Dean tried to be careful as he knew that Jim’s ribs were still hurting, but he was unprepared to deal with this volcano of a man he was awakening. Dean gently pushed Jim onto the bed and pulled his jeans off. Jim was a hot man, nicely muscular, but agile and a deep strength. Jim was not small either, 8.5 inches of seething manhood attested to that. Dean was incredibly turned on. He stripped quickly. Jim reached up and gently caressed Dean’s manhood. Dean wanted him badly now. Jim scooted over on the bed and Dean joined him. Both men lay naked and intertwined kissing and feeling. Dean licked Jim’s chest and worked his tongue down over his six pack abs to his waiting manhood. Wrapping his tongue around it he drank in the sweat and musk of this man. Jim began to moan in ecstasy as Dean devoured and savored him. Five times Jim could have cum, but Dean backed off like a master. Jim began to beg Dean to finish him off, but Dean only teased him some more. Drenched in sweat Jim quivered and begged Dean for release. Finally as he could stand it no more Dean worked Jim’s manhood harder with his mouth and Jim rose and arched his back in a titanic release. His hurt ribs added to the sensation in a strange way "AAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH Fuck, Goddam , YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!", wailed Jim. Dean looked up and smiled and began to sing, "I can bring home the bacon, ta da da da, fry it up in a pan. And never let you forget you’re a man. Hahahahh."

Jim collapsed onto the bed like a sack of potatoes. "That was incredible Deanie!", he gasped. Dean just looked at him and smiled. "You up to trying it on me?", he quizzed. Jim looked nervous, but shook his head yes. Curiosity overcame him. "If you are uncomfortable Jim just stop. Just do what you want to do, you will know if I like it or not.", said Dean.

Dean lay on his back on the bed, his arms propped behind his head. Jim kneeled between his outstretched legs and his arms propped on either side of Dean he lowered down and liked Dean’s nipples with his tongue. Dean purred a content sound. Dean had a nice chest. It was muscular though not large. It had just the right amount of dark hair to be sexy. It had turned Jim on the night of the contest and now it was his to do with as he saw fit. Jim ran his fingers down Dean’s sides gently rubbing his muscular rib cage. Dean was getting firmer by the minute with this lovemaking. Jim was surprised to find his own cock was getting hard again too. He had never had love like this before. Despite the pain in his ribs he dove in. The lure of Dean’s manhood was becoming overpowering to him. He moved his tongue down Dean’s body and gently gave a lick up his erect cock. Dean shuddered. Jim became excited as he saw Dean’s reactions to his advances.

Finally for the first time Jim took Dean into his mouth. Dean was not as large as he was but that didn’t matter. This was an exciting new experience for Jim. It seemed like years of pent up frustration was being released. This was so different than any sex he had experienced before. Here was this powerful man submitting to his advances. He wanted Dean more and more and more. Dean came again and again and again.

Jim and Dean made love to each other for over an hour. Both were worn out and collapsed into a deep sleep holding each other. Both men knew that this was no chance meeting or one night stand. Both men knew neither one could ever be the same again.

TO BE CONTINUED