A Grand Illusion
~B.K. Wright~
A Story of Male Love
Copyright 2010-11-01: B.K. Wright
Beau to Beau Books
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Included in: A Grand Illusion
1. Openers
2. Introduction
3. A Grand Illusion
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Intro:
New to New York City and unaccustomed to Western culture, Adam is surprised to find that his roommate is openly gay, and he is even more surprised at how freely and eagerly he flaunts his sexual escapades. With only one small room separating the two roommates, Adam has a season ticket to the very erotic nightly entertainment that his roommate and lover provide. Adam’s roommate introduces him to several eligible bachelors, but Adam has little interest in the men who find him more than a little attractive. Adam’s roommate thinks nothing of Adam’s reluctance to date, owing his hesitation to the hard work required of medical school at Columbia University and also to cultural differences, until he discovers the true reason for Adam’s reluctance.
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Opening the door to the place that he would call home for the next four years of his life, Adam looked around. It wasn’t bad. It wasn’t bad at all. He set his two suitcases on the floor at the foot of the bed and tossed his two overstuffed bags on top of the bed. There was a large window on the far side of the room, and from the window Adam had a clear view of an open area of this beautiful campus that was grassy and filled with trees. “Pretty,” he said. Then Adam noticed the door to his right. Not knowing if he should knock, he opened it slowly. “I wasn’t expecting a living room,” he said. The room was small, with two small sofas and a television. The door to the room on the opposite side of the living room was open, and Adam peeked inside. “Must be for my roommate.” Adam went back to his own room and began to put some of his things away. He was happy to see that he had his own bathroom. “Some things are meant to be private,” he mumbled.
Adam was placing his meager supply of clothes into the dresser drawers when he heard voices coming from his roommate’s room. “I can’t believe you chose to live here, Brighton. You’re a resident now. You do remember the graduation ceremony last spring?” “Yeah, I remember. You would think that four years in this cracker box would have been enough for me. But I’m close to the hospital this way, and I do have my own room now at the end of the hallway, away from the lowly students, and mine is really more of a suite, I might add,” he commented, bragging a little. “Oh, sure, rub it in.” “Good to have you here anyway, little buddy. Welcome to your first year in hell.” Adam then heard one of the two men leave the room. He sat on his bed and thought about the man’s reference to hell. He has no idea where hell is, but I do. I left hell four years ago.
Adam waited a few minutes before venturing out to meet his roommate. He walked quietly to the open door that led to his roommate’s room and tapped lightly on the side of the door. The young man turned around. “I…I am Adam.” “Hey, how’s it goin, Adam?” “Good,” Adam answered. “I’m Smith, but everyone calls me Smitty. You first year, too?” “Yes,” Adam replied. “You get your undergrad here at Columbia?” Smitty asked. Adam looked down at the floor. “No. This is my first week in America.” Smitty stopped what he was doing and turned his full attention to his somewhat sad looking roommate. “Well, I have been right here at Columbia for four years now and I am a dyed in the wool New Yorker, so if you need anything just give a shout.” Adam thanked his roommate and then quietly excused himself. He returned to his room, leaving Smitty somewhat confused about his roommate’s sudden departure. Smitty finished unpacking and then walked to the door of Adam’s room. “Where you from, Adam?” “I come from Dubai.” “Oh, sure, that’s one of the Emirates, right?” “Yes, it is. Have you been?” Smitty laughed. “No. I’m lucky to have gotten this far. I’m from Brooklyn. That’s a part of New York City. Got to Columbia solely on the basis of my grade point average.” Adam looked confused. “Academic scholarship,” Smitty added. “But I never thought I would make it to medical school. My parents never even went to college. You ready to tackle the long days and sleepless nights?” “Yes,” Adam said. “Not sure that I am, but we shall see.” Not knowing what else to talk about with this quiet or shy roommate, Smitty returned to his own room. Adam was tired after all that he had gone through to get here, and he made himself comfortable in the warm soft bed.
Adam hadn’t realized that he had fallen asleep until he was awakened to what sounded like grunting noises coming from Smitty’s room.
“Give me that tight little ass of yours. You know you want it.” “Uh,” Smitty grunted. “That’s it, baby. Get ready for my hard, thick cock. Fuck it, baby.” “Shit, Joe. I thought you weren’t coming until tomorrow.” Joe pushed all the way in and started pumping Smitty’s cock at the same time. “No, baby. I am coming tonight.”
Joe’s somewhat sinister laugh made Adam sit up in his bed. Is Smitty being raped? The grunts continued and so did the very explicitly sexual talk.
“Take my cock. You know you want it. You missed it bad, didn’t you, baby? I am going to fill your tight little ass tonight, baby, whether you’re ready for it or not.” “Uh”, was all that Adam could hear from his roommate. With every thrust of Joe’s cock, Smitty’s body was pulled and his cock was pumped hard beneath him, until his grunts were so loud that Adam didn’t know if he should go to his roommate’s rescue or cover his ears. He decided not to do either. “Fuck, damn it, oh fuck, oh fuck” was followed by more grunts. “Here it comes, baby. You ready to shoot it for me, baby?” “Fuck,” Smitty screamed, when he felt the hot cream flood into him and then his own cum hit his chest. “Oh, baby, that’s good,” Joe moaned, squeezing Smitty’s butt cheeks. From his room, Adam heard low moans and then silence.
Joe pulled out of Smitty with as much force as he had pushed in, and he flipped Smitty’s much smaller body over. “Joe,” he panted. “Mm, I love you, baby,” Joe said to him. He fell onto Smitty, the stickiness of Smitty’s cum gluing their bodies together.
Adam listened for more demands or commands, he wasn’t sure which they had been. There were no more. He then heard what he was sure was kissing, passionate kissing.
“I missed you, baby,” Joe said, with a romantic tone in his voice. “I missed your cock, Joe. You know how I much I crave that hard full feeling. No more trips back home for you, Joey Bear.” “Oh, Smitty. I was only gone for two weeks, but I have to admit that my own hand just isn’t quite the fuck that your tight little ass is.”
Adam heard more kissing and more words of two people who were obviously in love.
“Mmm, I missed your tongue, too, Joe. I know how good it feels, and not just inside my mouth.”
Adam heard Smitty giggle and then he heard soft low laughter from his lover. Adam turned his head so that he could hear more.
“Stay the night, Joe.” “Where else would I be tonight, hmm?”
Adam heard the passionate words of the lovers mixed with more kissing.
“Set the alarm, baby. Joey Bear has an early shift tomorrow, rounds at five in the morning.”
Adam wondered if Smitty’s lover was a doctor. Maybe he’s a resident like the man who had been in Smitty’s room earlier. Adam knew that Smitty’s lover was not the same man who was here before. The voices were not the same, not even similar. There was silence from Smitty’s room after that, and Adam went back to sleep.
When the alarm sounded in Smitty’s room, Adam sat straight up in his bed, dazed. His heart was beating so fast that he had a hard time catching his breath. Once the buzzing noise stopped, Adam realized that it was Joe’s alarm. Adam could barely hear the kissing over his own loud heartbeat, but he heard Joe tell Smitty that he loved him and then he heard the door open and close.
Adam looked down at his nightshirt. It was soaked. “I’m sweating,” he said, louder than he had planned. But I feel so very cold. Adam lay back down and pulled the blanket over him. His heart beat even faster when he lay down, so he sat up again. He felt dizzy. Maybe I should take a shower. That will probably help. Adam slowly walked to the small bath at the corner of his room and turned the shower on. He took a deep breath and stepped into the shower, letting the cool water wash over him. He washed quickly, trying to work his cock up to at least halfway erect. His balls ached from not having had their usual morning release for over a month now. Not going to happen today, he thought.
Smitty could hear the water of Adam’s shower and wished that it would stop. He looked at the clock. He didn’t have to get up for at least another three hours. The water stopped, but Adam then turned the light on in his room. “Oh, man,” Smitty groaned.
Smitty forced himself to get out of bed, and he stumbled toward Adam’s room. He was going to quietly close Adam’s door when he noticed Adam sitting on his bed, the blanket wrapped tightly around him, and he was shivering. “You okay, man?” Adam looked up. His eyes looked glazed. Smitty was not a doctor, yet, but he had spent enough time with his friend, Brighton, to know that Adam was not well. Hell, he could have seen that without any medical exposure. “I’m okay.” “I don’t think so, man. You’re shivering and sweating at the same time. That’s not a sign of okay, my friend. Let me get my friend, Brighton. He’s a resident. He’ll know what to do.” Adam didn’t answer. He slumped over onto the bed, curling himself into a ball to keep warm.
Smitty walked quickly back to his room. He pulled on his jeans and shirt and hurried to the end of the hallway. “Brighton,” he nearly shouted, as he banged on the door. “Brighton, get up.” He heard Brighton cursing out the foot of the bed that he had run into, and then the door opened. “What? Is there a fire?” he yawned. “No, but I think my roommate is dying.” Brighton started to shut the door in Smitty’s face. “Aren’t you a little old for these kinds of pranks?” “I mean it, man. He’s sweating and shivering and he can barely move.” “Okay. I’m coming.” Brighton was still a little skeptical. Smitty and he were constantly trying to one-up each other with their pranks.
When Brighton took one look at Adam, he knew that this was no prank. “Adam, this is my friend, Brighton.” Brighton sat on the bed with Adam. “Hey, buddy, you don’t look so good. How long have you been like this?” Brighton reached underneath Adam’s blanket in search of his wrist to check his pulse. The man’s hand was cold and his heart was racing. “Adam, open your eyes for me.” Adam half opened his eyes and then quickly shut them. Brighton leaned down and wrapped his arms around Adam. He spoke the comforting words of a good doctor. “Adam, we need to get you some help. Smitty and I are going to take you to the hospital. Do you understand that?” Brighton barely heard the weak “yes.” Brighton quickly gave the necessary instructions to Smitty. “What’s wrong with him?” Brighton looked at Smitty and shook his head. He had no idea, but upsetting Adam was not the way to go. “You can keep the blanket around you, Adam. Come on. We’ll help you walk. Brighton held Adam as he sat up, but he quickly fell against him. The blanket opened briefly and Smitty almost gasped. Brighton looked at Smitty and then looked at where he was staring. Adam’s balls were huge, but his dick was completely soft. Brighton was as confused as Smitty, but he glared at him, not wanting Smitty to say anything. Smitty had no idea that his roommate was naked, but now he could understand why. Underwear would be a killer with those balls.
Brighton wrapped the blanket around Adam, and Smitty grabbed the slippers from underneath the bed and put them on Adam’s feet. “Here we go, buddy.” They got Adam to his feet, but he fell against Brighton. “Damn, you are sick,” Smitty exclaimed, earning him another quick glare from Brighton. Adam was heavy against Brighton’s body, but Brighton remained calm and doctor-like. “That’s okay, Adam. We can carry you to the car.” Smitty raised his eyebrows. “We?” he thought. “Just get the doors for me from here to the hospital, and I think I can do this, Smitty.” Smitty opened the door, and Brighton lifted Adam as best as he could.
They took the old elevator that creaked and groaned on its way to the first floor, and then walked out into the warm air to Brighton’s car. They laid Adam in the front seat. “You drive, Smitty. I’ll sit on the floor here and hold onto Adam. “It’s illegal, you know.” Smitty couldn’t resist a chance to make a sarcastic remark to his friend. “Shut up and drive, smartass.” “Yes, doctor,” he retorted.
They pulled into the emergency entrance and Brighton was quick with the orders. “Go get someone, Smitty.” Smitty hurried inside and came back with a couple of interns who knew Brighton well. “What’s up, Brighton?” Brighton ran down the symptoms, and Smitty was impressed with the professionalism of Brighton and his friends. To him, they were just a bunch of goofy guys, but here they were all doctor.
Adam was rushed to a bed, his vitals taken, and warm blankets were continuously brought to him and wrapped tightly around him. “Who’s the attending today?” Brighton asked. “Better get internal medicine, Brighton. Dr. Clark is on.” “Good.” Smitty sat in a chair in the corner, taking it all in, still impressed with Brighton and his comrades who he had all seen more than a little drunk on more than one occasion.
Adam opened his eyes and tried to talk some after his body had warmed. “Hey, guys, what’s going on?” Dr. Clark asked, in his usual upbeat voice. “Dr. Clark, this is Adam. He’s a first year medical student, and Smitty’s roommate.” Dr. Clark glanced back at Smitty, who saluted him, in his usual jesting manner. “Well, Adam. We should have the lab results back soon, and then we will know more, okay?” Adam looked confused. What was this man talking about? “They took some blood when you came in, Adam.” Dr. Clark took Adam’s hand. It felt warm to Adam wrapped around his cold trembling hand. Dr. Clark had a great bedside manner. He leaned down and offered his words of comfort. “We’re going to have you feeling better real soon, Adam.” Adam looked at the kind eyes of Dr. Clark. He seemed sincere, but can I trust him? “Brighton is one of our best residents, Adam, and he and Smitty are a couple of clowns, but they are great guys.” Dr. Clark smiled his brilliant smile, and left Brighton and Smitty to stay with Adam. “Y..y..you,” Adam tried to speak through chattering teeth. Brighton moved quickly to hold Adam’s hand and he leaned close to him. “What is it, Adam?” “You will stay?” he gasped. “Smitty and I aren’t going anywhere.” Adam closed his eyes. He tried to hold Brighton’s hand, but was too weak. Brighton knew the importance of the human touch, so he held Adam’s hand on the bed. Smitty pulled his chair up next to the bed. “What do you think?” “I think Dr. Clark will let Adam know what he thinks when he returns,” he said, a little curtly. “Okay, okay, jeeze.”
Brighton was going over and over the millions of diseases he had studied about, but was at a loss to explain what was going on with Adam. He was okay last night, according to Smitty, but this morning he was like this. His vital signs were all normal, yet he was cold and clammy. And the thing with his balls. What the hell was that? “You guys don’t start school for a few more days, right?” Brighton asked. “That’s right, doctor,” Smitty said. “Is Joe back?” Smitty raised one eyebrow. “Oh, yeah, baby,” he said. “Joe is definitely back. All eight glorious inches of Joe are back.” “Thanks for the visual there, Smitty.” Smitty just smiled, leaned back in his chair, and closed his eyes.
“Here we are,” Dr. Clark announced, as he walked into the room. Smitty was almost asleep. “Excuse us, gentlemen.” Brighton stood, and Adam opened his eyes. His eyes were pleading, and he tried to hold onto Brighton’s hand. Brighton found himself in unfamiliar territory. He was usually in Dr. Clark’s position. He looked at Dr. Clark. He nodded. “If you want Brighton to stay, that’s fine with me, Adam.” “Later,” Smitty said, on his way out.
Dr. Clark pulled up a chair and sat down beside Adam’s bed. “The blood work looks good, Adam. All normal parameters except for one thing.” Brighton looked at the doctor. He had gone over everything in his mind. What was it? Adam’s eyes were big. “Your testosterone level is a little low and in a man as young as yourself, these symptoms are not at all uncommon with low levels. But don’t worry, Adam. We can fix this with a simple injection. Then we will check the levels again in a few days and if everything is normal, then we’re done.”
Adam felt his heart beating wildly again, but he somehow forced his weak body to turn as he attempted to leave. He felt dizzy. “Oh, hey there. I don’t think you’re ready to leave just yet.” “No, no, NO,” Adam tried to shout, but the words were little more than a loud whisper. Dr. Clark looked at Brighton. Brighton leaned over Adam. His kind eyes somehow comforted Adam. Brighton seemed so kind to Adam. “I need to check on a few things, and I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
Dr. Clark closed the door behind him to give Adam and Brighton a chance to talk, and Brighton placed his hand on Adam’s. “Adam, I can promise you that Dr. Clark would never hurt you. He wants you to feel good, that’s all. He has taken care of a lot of patients. Can you tell me what just happened?” Adam’s eyes moved back and forth. He was frightened, but why? “No shots,” he said, and turned his head away from Brighton. “Is it the needle? They drew blood earlier and you didn’t even flinch.” “Not that shot,” he said, his teeth still chattering. Brighton tried to think. Testosterone. What is it about testosterone that bothers Adam? “Adam, I know it’s not that common, but one shot isn’t that big of a deal.” Brighton had no idea what to say, and he felt less than worthy of his hard earned medical degree at the moment. “I had no choice,” Adam confessed. “They forced the treatment.” Brighton looked at Adam’s turned head. They forced the treatment. What treatment and why? Brighton looked down at the young hand he was holding. It was so smooth. It was the perfect shade of brown, almost charcoal. He looked at the man lying in the bed. Then he thought about him lying in his bed back at the residence hall. He had only seen Adam naked briefly, but his body was gorgeous. That much Brighton remembered.
Brighton nearly fell off of the hospital bed when the light bulb in his head suddenly flashed. He looked at Adam again. I’m gay, but is Adam gay? He had heard of forced hormone treatments for gay men in some parts of the Middle East, but he thought that that surely had to be a myth. It seemed so barbaric. Did they really do that? These are modern times. Shit, how can I ask this sweet man something like that? Okay, Brighton, it’s time for the doctor in you to show himself again. Brighton held tightly to Adam’s smooth dark hand. “Adam, these forced treatments caused you painful side effects, didn’t they?” Adam gave no answer. “I’m sorry, Adam, that you had to go through that. The doses that you were given were probably very high and your body may have adjusted to the higher levels of testosterone. Your body is trying to adjust back to its previous level, and it seems to have overshot its mark and dropped too low after having gotten used to the higher levels.” Brighton stopped talking, and Adam turned his head slightly to look at him. “Dr. Clark only wants to help your body stabilize itself. The dosage will be very low. I can promise you that. Dr. Clark does not overmedicate, and believe me, many have tried to get him to prescribe all kinds of things like narcotics and who knows what all.”
Adam looked at Brighton’s kind eyes again, studying them for sincerity which had never wavered. Brighton gently massaged Adam’s arm. “I would never hurt you, Adam. Would you trust me to help you feel better?” “How much?” he mouthed. “I will order the smallest dose and increase it according to your symptoms, okay? You will know every little detail.” Brighton looked at Adam’s dark eyes. They were so kind. His eyes were beautiful. Adam was beautiful. Adam studied Brighton, looking for some sign of deceit but not finding any. He closed his eyes. His face was beautiful. Brighton waited patiently for Adam’s response. He opened his eyes to Brighton’s sweet smile and kind eyes. “Yes,” he said quietly. “I promise, Adam. And I will be right back.” Adam closed his eyes again and waited for Brighton’s return.
After a private talk with Dr. Clark, Brighton returned to Adam’s room alone. Brighton both told and showed Adam what had been recommended by Dr. Clark, and he also took the time to show him what the recommended dosage was in the pharmaceutical manual. “No secrets, right? This is the needle, and we rarely show needles.” Brighton had somehow managed to get a partial smile from Adam with his needle remark. Adam turned his arm and offered it to Brighton. “I’m afraid this goes at the top of your hip, Adam.” Brighton noticed the confused look again on Adam’s face. Then Brighton felt a chill of his own. “Adam, were you injected into this vein in your arm?” “Yes,” he said. Brighton felt sick. How cruel. They sure knew how to give it full force. “We inject into the muscle, Adam. The medication is absorbed much more slowly that way, and it is much more widely dispersed, but you know that.” Adam closed his eyes again. He tried his best to turn onto his side. “Let me help you, Adam. Your job is to feel better.” Brighton put his arms around Adam and turned him slightly. “That’s all I need, Adam.” Brighton leaned over him and held his hands with one of his. He wiped the sweat from Adam’s brow and gently touched his cheek. Brighton wanted to kiss the soft cheek, but he fought the urge. What the fuck am I thinking? Adam is my patient. “You’re going to feel better very soon, Adam.” Brighton folded the blanket away from Adam’s hip and almost bit his lip. Adam’s butt was gorgeous, too. Brighton wiped a small spot with an alcohol swab, wanting to touch Adam. “A quick stick, Adam.” Brighton stuck the needle into the top of Adam’s butt cheek, and Adam immediately clinched his butt cheeks. Without thinking, Brighton stroked him lightly along his right hip and buttock. Adam relaxed, but Brighton was surprised at his own feelings toward his own patient. He forced his hand from Adam and quickly withdrew the needle. He placed a small bandage and covered Adam with warm blankets again. “All done, Adam.” Brighton placed an arm underneath Adam’s shoulders and gently rolled him onto his back. It took all the strength that Brighton had to let Adam go from his embrace. Adam’s eyes were fixed on Brighton, watching his every move. Brighton disposed of the sharp and put the rest of the paraphernalia into the trash. “Stay,” Adam whispered. Brighton turned to Adam. “I’m not going anywhere, Adam. I plan to sit right here.” He sat on the bed and held Adam’s hand. “Sleep if you can, Adam. Your body is exhausted.”