I was a little more upbeat that evening than I'd been the night before, and I think my parents took that to mean that I'd managed to work through whatever was bothering me, or that at least I wasn't as worried about it. I did feel some better. I kept thinking about what a great time Josi and I had, laughing and talking and I blushed a little when I thought about that little scene in the bathroom.
God, that boy was gorgeous, and I mean that in the truest sense of the word. I can't believe girls and boys aren't falling all over him wherever he goes. But then, maybe I was a little prejudiced, but in a good way. Not because he was black, but because I was fast falling for him, his cute smile, his sexy body, but most of all, his sweet nature and soul.
Now, I'm gonna sound just like all those white people when I say this, but I have black friends, but you know? I don't think of them that way. They're just my friends, I have an Asian friend too, and Hispanic friends, and I could go on and on, but the bottom line is it doesn't matter about the color of their skin, or what their religion is, or how rich or whatever. When it comes to my friends, I choose them because of what's inside, and Josi was truly beautiful inside.
I think I was attracted to that inner beauty the first moment we met, when I saw him cry for the boy he loved, and I saw how badly his soul was wounded. Only good people can love that deeply and grieve that way, and Josi was good people. Yeah, maybe he'd got some bad breaks, and maybe he didn't live in a nice house, or any house at the moment, but that wasn't his fault, and I was sure that if we could just get him even one of the breaks he deserved, he'd take care of the rest.
So, that was my goal when I started out, to help Josi get a break and get back on his feet and off the street, but somewhere along the way things changed. I know it's not fair for me to let my personal feelings get involved, but dang it, I was falling for this boy. And before you scold me for calling him a boy, I mean it in the most loving way.
So, as I sat there munching on mom's delicious fried chicken, I was thinking about Josi and how much I'd enjoyed the simple act of sharing a pizza with him, and I wished he was right here, right now, sharing this meal too.
"Don't you like the chicken Kenny?" My mom asked when I hadn't eaten my usual three pieces.
"You kidding? I love your chicken, it's just...see, I had some pizza earlier...he he."
"Ah, that explains it," my dad chuckled, "so this is your second supper."
"Yeah, but don't worry, I'm always up for some cold chicken later when I get hungry again. After all, I'm a growing boy," I said grinning.
"Yes, I've noticed," my mom said, almost sadly, "where is that little mop haired boy that used to drag his blanky around and hang onto my skirt?"
I dunno mom, what did you do with him?" I joked.
"He got big on me and traded his blanky for video games, and traded me for fun with his buddies."
"Ruth, stop, you're gonna make me cry," dad teased, pretending to sniffle a little. He was pretending, right?
"We should have had more than one," mom said, or at least adopted one."
"Ruth, you know we talked about all this, and we decided the time wasn't right, and when it was, it was too late."
"It's never too late to give a child a loving home. I may not be able to have one of my own, but there are plenty of kids in foster care who need a home."
"Ruth, we'll talk about this later, okay?" my dad said, gently patting my mom's hand.
Holy crap, what was that all about? I bet I wasn't supposed to hear that particular discussion, cause it was all new to me. So, my mom wanted more kids...interesting. How about a 16 year old black teen? He he.
I cleared and loaded the dishwasher, and mom gave me a hug and kissed my forehead, "I don't want you to think that we're trying to replace you or anything honey. It's just that you're growing up so fast. Soon you'll be in high school and then college..."
"I get it mom, if you adopt though, make it someone younger so they can be my slave," I joked, and mom threw a dish towel at me. I stuck out my tongue and ran to the stairs, but I could hear her laughing as I started up to my room.
I took a long hot shower, and it really helped to relax me some, but as I stood there letting the water wash away my dirt and sweat, I couldn't help but think about Josi. Where was he right now? Did he find a good spot to spend the night? Was it safe there? Was he comfortable? Of course he wasn't comfortable, I thought, he's fricking spending the night outside with the bugs and the animals, and God only knows what kind of weirdos roam the park at night. Damn, he just has to come home with me tomorrow or I'm gonna club that cutie over the head and drag him to the bus...lol.
I was tempted to jerk it while I was in the shower, but as horny as thinking about Josi made me, it just didn't seem right or fair to use his mental image in my spank bank. I'd have to look up some porn on my phone later, but for now, the image of Josi's hot body was off limits.
I slipped on a pair of boxers and a pair of old gym shorts and went down to watch a little TV with my folks. It was kind of a family thing, and most times I didn't stay all that long, but it was nice to just spend some time with my folks. I really loved them, and unlike some teenage boys I knew, I didn't think of them as the enemy, and I truly enjoyed spending time with them, and tonight was one of those times.
I don't know, there was just something soothing about being with them, especially when I had something on my mind like now. It didn't matter that I couldn't share the burden at this point, it was just that their very presence had a calming effect on me, and gave me confidence to work things out on my own most times.
I really love my dad a lot, but I've actually always been a bit of a momma's boy, and that night I cuddled up to her and laid my head on her shoulder as she ran her fingers through my hair like she used to do when I was a little kid. That simple act always calmed me down when I was a kid, and still does, and most of the time it puts me to sleep...lol.
"Still got some things on your mind honey?" mom said softly, she could always read me better than dad, but then I guess women are more sensitive than men, well straight men anyway...lol.
"Yeah, but I'm hoping things will change tomorrow."
"Oh, anything you can share?"
"Not yet, but if things go the way I hope, you'll find out everything," I said grinning.
"Hmm...sounds mysterious," dad chuckled as he patted my back.
"Well, right now I'm sworn to secrecy, but that ends tomorrow, one way or the other."
"Well, I'll be anxiously awaiting the outcome," mom said kissing my hair.
I decided to go to bed before I said too much more, and besides, mom playing with my hair had made me a little sleepy. I hugged my mom and dad goodnight, took care of my bathroom stuff, stripped down to my boxers and fell into bed.
I turned off the bedside lamp and reached for my phone, but I was too tired for porn and my nightly wank, so I rolled onto my stomach, and soon I was sleeping like a baby. I was sort of hoping I'd have a sexy dream about Josi again, but no such luck. I'd have to wait till tomorrow and hope I got a chance to see the real thing.
The next day was torture as I wandered around waiting for time to go see Josi, but there was one break in my boring day, Joel called. He was kinda quiet at first, but eventually he got around to apologizing about the other day, but I'd almost forgotten about that, and just blew it off.
"No problems," I said cheerfully, "I know you didn't mean anything by it. Besides, who cares about that stuff, right?"
"Right," he said, "I sure don't. I could prolly fall for a cute guy if he treated me right," he giggled.
"Is that a hint?" I joked.
"Nah, cause you're not that way," he smirked, "you told me so, and I know you wouldn't lie."
"Shut up," I laughed, "Stop, or I'm gonna tell everyone at school that you're hitting on me."
"Might help my rep," Joel laughed, "at least the girls would like me if they thought I was gay. What's with that anyway? Why do girls hang out with the gay guys? Do they do each others nails, and talk about boys?"
"Nah, they probably just feel safe with gay boys. They figure they don't have to worry about the gay boys hitting on them," I laughed.
"Yeah, I guess. Well, what I really called for was to invite you over to swim. It'd just be you and me," he sounded kind of desperate and lonely, and I hated to disappoint him, but I really didn't have time to go swimming this late in the day.
"Sorry, some other time though. I sorta got some shit to do today."
"Oh, okay...just thought I'd ask. I'm bored out of my freaking mind today."
"Go spank it," I teased.
"I have, twice, but a guy can only do it so many times before a habit becomes an addiction," he laughed.
"Well, there's Wankers Anonymous if it gets too bad," I joked, "Hi, I'm Joel, and I'm a wanker....ha ha."
"God, I wonder if there really is a Wankers Anonymous, and if there is do they sneak around and have a circle jerk after the meeting...ha ha."
"God, you're awful. Isn't that called falling off the wagon or something."
"Yeah, I guess. Well, if you're sure you can't come over I'm gonna see if I can find someone else."
"Oh, so I was your first choice?" I chuckled.
"Yep, cause you're such a stud, and besides I thought I might get lucky...ha ha."
"Dream on lover boy," I laughed, "Call Marta, she'd probably give ya a hand job...ha ha."
"Hey, I might, if you're sure you won't get jealous."
"Nah, she's all yours."
When he finally hung up I checked the time, but it was only 2 by then, and I didn't want to show up too early, just in case Josi had other things to do. No, we'd pretty much agreed to meet around 4, like before, but I wondered how Josi would know what time it was since he didn't have a watch or a phone.
I wondered if he had a phone before he ran away or whatever you call it, but as far as I knew he didn't have one now. Of course I didn't exactly ask him, or search his pockets. Anyway, I was over thinking things, he could always ask someone what time it was, or maybe just look at the position of the sun in the sky, like the Indians used to...lol. I dunno, he was there yesterday on time, so I had to quit worrying so much.
2:15, That little bit of thinking didn't take up much time...sigh. Okay, Kenny...get it together. Play some video games or something to pass the time. Clean your room...yeah...clean your room. Just in case...well...just in case Josi does come home with me I didn't want him to see my pig sty of a room.
Actually, my room wasn't all that messy. A few things out of place here and there, some dusting, running the vacuum and making the bed, and it was all nice and tidy.
3:00...grrrr...still early, but by the time I brushed my teeth and washed my hands and face...again, maybe it'd be time.
3:15. Let's see, the bus takes about 20 minutes to get there, and it usually arrives at the bus stop by our house around 3:30. Yeah, time to go Kenny.
This time I didn't bother with my bike, so it took me a little longer to get to the bus stop, but I was still a few minutes early, and pretty soon the bus pulled up to the stop and I climbed on board. I had one of those bus passes, and all I had to do was have the driver scan it and I was all set.
I found a seat at the back like always and I sat back and tried to relax as I stared out the window and thought my thoughts. I don't think I really worried that Josi wouldn't show up, he'd promised, and he'd already proved he could keep his word, but there was still the big issue left undecided. Would he let me help him beyond what I'd already done, or would this be the last time I'd see him.
The thought of losing him so soon after I'd discovered him physically hurt. Then I realized I was just making myself sick over something I had no control over, and I was just making trouble for myself by trying to guess what Josi would tell me today.
I had calmed down some by the time I got to the drop off spot in the parking lot, but I still had butterflies trying to escape from my tummy as I climbed off and headed toward our meeting spot. This time Josi was in place, sitting on that same rock, and sipping on a bottle of water. I wondered where he got money for the water or where it came from, but decided he had to be resourceful or he couldn't have survived as long as he had. Maybe he has some money already, or maybe he asked folks for money or whatever. It hurt to think he would have to beg to survive, and I was more determined than ever to drag that boy home with me. BTW, When said with love, boy is not a bad word.
I made my way to where Josi sat, and when our eyes met I saw him smile, and I smiled back. Well, that was a good sign, I thought, at least he is happy to see me, and that's a start.
"Hi Josi, how's it goin'?" I said, sitting down beside him and leaning in to give him a sit-down hug. It was kinda awkward, but he seemed to be okay with it and sort of hugged back.
"Cool, nice day. How bout you, you havin' fun? Not many more days of summer left."
What is this crap? A weather report? Come on, let's cut the crap and get on with it, I thought, but instead I said, "Yeah, a friend invited me over to swim in his pool, but I told him I was busy."
"You passed up a chance to go swimming with a friend, in his pool, and you turned him down for me?" he chuckled, "You must be either crazy or sprung...he he."
I blushed, "Maybe both," I said, my face turning even redder.
He nodded, "Kenny..."
"Yeah," I said turning my head to gaze into his eyes, deep pools of chocolate that sparkled with mischief and mirth. But there was something else there too, was it sadness? Was he about to trash my hopes by telling me, Hey bro, thanks but no thanks? Sigh, why did he have to be so stubborn?
"This can't work, you know that, right?"
"What can't work?" I almost whined.
"Us, us being a...a...thing," he said, the sadness finally coming to the surface and taking over his whole body, causing him to collapse into himself and shiver a little.
"Um, what do you mean?" I said, pretending I wasn't falling madly in love with this beautiful teen beside me, "I'm not asking you to...um, love me or anything...just let me...help you, that's all," I said, stumbling over the words and trying to keep from crying and making a complete fool of myself.
He looked away then, and I heard a little sniffle as he pulled himself together. Then he said something that should have made me happy, but I guess I'm a selfish SOB when you get right down to it, and all I could think about was how this affected me.
"I've moved in with my Aunt and Uncle. I went over there today and told them what was going on with mama, and well...they took my side and said they'd talk to her, but meanwhile I could stay with them. They only got one kid, Darrel, my cuz, and he's pretty cool, and I'll have my own room and stuff."
"My uncle said he could get me a job where he works and I could work part time and still go to school," then as if he felt the need to justify all this, he said, "It's a good deal for me, you see that right. It's a way to get off the street and maybe make something of myself and not be such a loser....you see that, right?"
I nodded, "You're not a loser," I said softly, but I still couldn't look at him, and as I stared at my feet, I realized that I was being a brat about this and I had no right to be thinking what I was thinking. That this was so unfair to me, that I wanted to be the one to save him, and I wanted a chance to get to know him better, be a part of his world, and maybe...just maybe...make him my boyfriend.
"You're upset?" he said, stating the obvious.
"No, no...I'm happy for you," I said, somehow managing a smile and finally looking into those amazing eyes again, and I was shocked at what I saw. Why was he looking so sad when he should have been jumping for joy and shouting from the roof tops. He was going to have a home again, a comfortable bed to sleep in, his own room, food in his stomach, a job so he could make some money, and a chance to finish his education and make something of himself, so why did he look like someone had pooped in his corn flakes?
"I don't want you to think I didn't 'preciate what you done for me, cause I do...and...I had fun," he said sounding shy all of a sudden, "but me and you, we got nothing in common. I mean...specially the color of our skin," he said smiling sadly, "we could never really be...tight, you know?"
I nodded, too choked up to speak. He was telling me that he couldn't be my friend cause I was white, and cause I lived in a certain part of the city, and had cool rents, and lived a different life than he did. Then suddenly I got angry.
"That's bullshit and you know it!" I almost yelled as I jumped up and faced him, "You know what? That's racist bullshit. You talk about prejudice, but you know what? Right now it's you that's being prejudiced. You're rejecting me because I'm white, and cause I live in a nice neighborhood, and have a friend with a pool. What if I told you that I couldn't be your friend cause you were black and lived on the bad side of town, or that you had friends that were hoodlums, or some bullshit like that? You'd be mad, and you'd be right to be. You'd call me prejudiced, and racist, and you'd be right, but if it's you treating me that way, it's okay...right?"
"Kenny..." he said gently, "Will you sit down and listen to me for a minute?"
My anger had kept the tears away, but his gentle and soothing voice had evaporated my anger and I had nothing left now but sadness and the tears came then. Damn, I am such a bratty cry baby when I don't get my way.
I sat down slowly, burying my head in my hands as the tears fell, and suddenly Josi said. "I'm not doing this to hurt you, you gotta believe me. I'm doing it for your sake. You don't deserve to be mixed up in my drama and bullshit. You deserve better."
"What if I want to get mixed up in your drama, ever think of that? Ever think that maybe...just maybe, I like you, and I want to be a part of your life, no matter what kind of life that is?"
"Look at me Kenny, please," he begged, and I couldn't deny him anything, and he knew it. He had this power over me that was almost scary, and maybe he knew it too, and maybe that was why he was being so careful. Having that kind of power over someone can be a serious and scary thing, especially if you're a good person, and Josi was a good person.
He smiled sadly, "You are so, so beautiful, and you are going to make some lucky guy a wonderful boyfriend some day, but you deserve bettern' me. I can't be that perfect boyfriend who you can introduce to your friends and bring home for dinner to meet the folks. I'm not that kind of guy, I'm the kind of guy that parents warn you about." he managed a little laugh then, and I smiled for a second myself.
"You're wrong," I said sniffing back a few tears and wiping at my eyes, "I'd be proud to introduce you to my friends, and bring you home for dinner, and you know what? My rents would love you. Know why? Cause you're a great person, you just won't let yourself take a chance cause you're afraid. Afraid I'm right, afraid of moving outside of your comfort zone and trying something new. You've let all those other people in your life, Lane's folks, your folks, your friends maybe, tell you that this is who you are and you can't be anything else. Well, I call bullshit!" I said jumping up again, "I can't force you to like me, or to take a chance on being my friend, but if you pass up this opportunity to find out what your life can be like if you just try, you will regret it all your life," and then lowering my voice, I added, "and I'll regret it too, cause...cause no matter how you feel about me...I love you."
The tears were blinding me as I walked away, and I was barely aware of Josi calling after me, or his heavy footsteps as he ran to catch up. Then two strong brown arms wrapped around me and he held me while I cried.
After a while, the tears dried up and he leaned in and kissed my lips sweetly, our first kiss. A jogger approached, gave us a smile and a thumbs up, then passed by us and resumed his run. We had our first approval and we were both smiling.
"You're a stubborn white boy," Josi said as we walked hand in hand toward the pavilion, near the boat house where we'd shared a pizza and got to know each other better. Was that only last night? I couldn't believe I'd only known Josi two days and I was already madly, head over heels in love with him.
I felt the need to clear things up, even if I was pretty sure his actions were showing me he was accepting my offer, even if he hadn't said as much yet.
"I love you, is that okay?"
"Yeah, baby, that's just fine" he said squeezing my hand, "I love you too. I have since I first heard your voice, saw your smile, felt your touch. It was like you said, I was just scared. I thought if I just pushed you away you'd forget about me, but...you're too stubborn to take no for a answer...he he."
"You...you mean it?" I said, with quivering lips, the lips he had kissed just a few minutes ago. I could still taste him on my lips and I wanted more, but first I had to make sure I understood what that kiss meant.
"Yeah, I can't stop thinking about you. I couldn't sleep just thinking about you, and I couldn't wait for you to show up today. I knew I was basically gonna tell you to get lost, but I was still looking forward to seeing you...just one more time."
"Meany," I pouted, "How could you do that to me? I've been nothing but nice to you and you wanna break my heart."
He laughed, "Stop pouting, you won. I'm sprung, and I'm not letting you out of my sight if I can help it."
"Oh, are you kidnapping me?" I giggled, "are you gonna make me your sex slave?"
Josi actually laughed, "More like the other way around. You've already got me P-whipped baby."
"P-whipped?" I said wrinkling my nose, "You got me wrong dude, I don't have one of those."
He laughed, "Pussy not the only word that starts with a P...he he."
"Oh, yeah," I said blushing, "you're embarrassing me."
"I'm sorry," he said grinning, "but you are so cute when you act all shy and stuff."
"Who says I'm acting? I've not all that experienced. I mean I've never had a boyfriend before, not that I expect you to be my boyfriend or anything," I said blushing more.
"I thought that was why you wanted to take me home to mommy and daddy," he teased, "Now I'm wondering if you just playing wit me."
"Nooo..." I said laying my hand on his arm. "I'm not playing with you, I mean...not that way...he he. I just don't know what you expect, or what you want from me, or what's really going on here."
"It's simple, you wanted me, you got me. I don't know how this crazy thing is gonna work, but I'm willing to give it a try if you really want to."
"Yess...yes, yes." I said, as excited as a little boy at Christmas.
It was at that moment that I noticed something that I hadn't given any thought to till now, "You changed," I said looking at him as if it was the first time I'd seen him today, "And you smell good too," I teased.
"Yeah, I took a shower, and my cuz loaned me some stuff. My Uncle promised he'd take me to my house to get my clothes and stuff later, but I figured that could wait, I just wanted to see you."
"Awww...you big ole' teddy bear," I said leaning into him, "So, wanna come meet mommy and daddy?" I giggled.
He sighed, "If you're sure they won't freak."
"They are gonna love you Josi. Don't worry. Only problem is: since I'm not quite out yet, you're gonna have to keep your hands off me until we're alone in my room...he he."
"Damn, that's gonna be hard," he said, "better get me some lovin' now while I can," he said leaning in for a kiss.
Man, that kiss...sigh, it was just as sweet as the first one, but this time we really got into it, and I was squirming in my shorts by the time we broke it to catch our breath.
"We better go," I said shakily, "before I drag you off to some dark place and rip those clothes off of you."
He laughed, "As much as I'd like that, maybe we should save that for later. I might be a little more experienced than you, but I believe in taking things slow and getting to know someone first, is that okay?"
"Perfect," I said kissing his cheek, "you're such a gentleman, that's one thing that really attracted me to you in the beginning."
"Well, I hope I can live up to your expectations," he said taking my hand.
"I'd bet money on it," I said, and then we walked along, hand in hand, back to the parking lot to wait for the bus.
On the way to the bus stop by my house, we held hands but we didn't say much. We were both nervous, but the promise of what lay ahead, made it worth dealing with a few angry butterflies in our stomach. His hand was a little bigger than mine, but it was soft and warm, and I raised our entwined hands to my face and kissed it.
He gave me a shy smile, then leaned in and bumped his head gently against mine, "I was wonderin', what are you gonna tell your folks about me? You can't just say, look what I found at the river, can I keep him?" he laughed.
"Well, it might work, but now that you have a home again, I think telling them the truth is the best way to go."
"You sure, I don't need no pity party."
"I just find that the truth is usually the best way to go with my folks. They trusted me enough to keep your secret while I was trying to deal with things, but now that you've solved your own problem, I need to come clean and let them know that things are okay."
"How am I gonna say no? You know them bettern' me. Yeah, still...you don't think they're gonna wonder why you're bringing me home now that I don't need your help?"
"Nope, cause I'm gonna tell them that we're friends now, and they can expect to see a lot more of you around from now on," I said kissing his cheek again.
We didn't hold hands from the bus stop to my house, but I sure wanted to. There would come a time when I would insist on it, but for now...we had to keep things sort on the down low till I could find the courage to come out to my rents.
Good, my dad was already home, I thought as we reached my block. His SUV was sitting in the driveway and the garage door was up, and I could see mom's mini-van in there. Dad was probably puttering around in there and so I led Josi to the open garage door.
My dad was fixing something on his workbench, and when he noticed us he turned to face us and smiled super big.
"Hi guys," he said offering his hand for Josi to shake, "I'm Frank, Kenny's dad."
"Josiah," he said shyly taking my dad's hand and shaking it briefly.
"Unusual name, an old name, a good name though."
"I call him Josi," I laughed, "and he seems to like it."
"Well, I think I like Josiah better," my dad said, "is it okay if I use your formal name Josiah?"
"Yes sir," he said grinning, "that's just fine."
"Ack...don't call me sir please, that makes me feel so old. Call me Frank, all right?"
I laughed, "My dad thinks he's still a teenager. He always treats my friends like they're his friends too."
"Well, I'm not so old that I can't remember what it was like to be a teenager. It's a tough time for a boy, and I just try to make their ordeal a little more bearable when they come over."
"Dad, I'm not complaining, my friends love you and mom," I said giving him a hug, then pulling back I said, "I'm gonna go introduce Josi to mom and get us something to drink."
"All right," he said to me, then to Josi, "Can you join us for dinner Josiah? My wife is quite the cook."
"I don't know," he said looking at me for guidance.
"Yes, he can stay," I laughed, "then grabbing his arm, I led him inside to meet mom.
Dad's a pushover, he loves everyone, but mom's a shrewder judge of character. Don't get me wrong, she loves everyone too, but she can pick out the good and the bad and treat them accordingly. I just knew she was going to love Josi though, and I couldn't wait to show him off...he he.
"Mom," I said leading Josi into the kitchen where she was washing some lettuce in the sink, "I want you to meet someone. Mom this is Josiah, but I call him Josi. Josi, this pretty lady is my mom."
"Well, hello Josiah," mom said, wiping her hands on a dish towel, but instead of shaking Josi's hand, she pulled him in for a mom hug, the same hug all my friends have come to expect and love.
"Uh, hi," Josi said blushing bright red, "nice to meet you."
"Josi is gonna stay for supper, okay?" I said snooping around to see what was cooking. Spaghetti sauce on the stove simmering, and garlic bread laid out for browning, and the makings of a salad that mom was working on, yeah...awesome.
"That's fine," she said going back to her task at the sink, "dinner will be in about an hour."
"Cool, I'm gonna show Josi my room, want me to set the table before we go up?'
"No, that's fine honey, go on, have some fun."
I think I blushed bright red when mom said that, but I was already dragging Josi off toward the stairs. One look at his face and I knew he was thinking the same thing I was, and we burst into laughter. We laughed all the way to my room and didn't stop till we were inside with the door closed behind us.
Then we attacked each other like we were starved for one another. Our lips met, our bodies pressed together, and I was in danger of making a mess in my undies just from being close to him. God, he was hot...is hot, and soooo sweet. His kisses turn me to a mass of quivering jelly, and yet there's a part of me that's so hard it almost hurts, you know the part that begins with a P...he he.
"God, you are so hot," Josi gasped, "but we better slow down before we make a mess."
"Yeah, it might be worth it, but kinda hard to explain to my folks. Let's sit on my bed and talk a little while we cool down." And when we were settled, side by side holding hands I said, "So, what did you think of my rents, cool huh?'
"I was impressed, actually. Your mom really surprised me with the hug, but it was nice. Your mom is really pretty, and sweet too," he said blushing.
"Yeah, a few of my friends have crushes on my mom big time...he he. My mom loves all my friends, and gives out hugs like candy."
"Your dad is nice too," he said after a bit, then he added, "he didn't even bat an eye when he saw I was...you know? Black."
I laughed, "Why would he? He's not like that. He's a wonderful person, and he respects everyone, likes everyone. Him and me are close, and he knows I'm a good judge of character, and when I bring a friend home he always treats them like they're his friend too."
"Wow, your folks are different than most white folks I've met. Lane's folks...they were rich snobs that looked down on anyone out of their social class, or who were a different color. They really didn't mind Lane being gay so much, that was sort of a status thing for them, and if Lane had fallen for a white boy, one in their social class, he'd still be alive today."
"Well, you don't have to worry about that with my folks. Trust me, you're already in as far as they're concerned."
We talked a bit more, about nothing in particular, though I did ask him when he had to be back at his Uncle's place.
"No hurry. My Uncle and Aunt, ain't too strict. As long as I stay out of trouble they'll give me a lot of freedom to come and go. I won't be startin' work till next week, so I'm free till then."
"So...you wanna...um, sleep over?"
He looked at me and smiled, "I don't know. Not sure I could trust myself bein' in the same house as you, knowing you was layin' half naked in yo bed somewhere down the hall or whatever."
"Hell, what are you talking about?" I laughed, "You'd be laying right beside me in my bed."
"Oh God, that would never work. I said I wanted to take it slow, and that's too much temptation. I think I better go back to my Uncle's tonight."
I stuck out my lip and pouted, but I wasn't gonna beg, not just yet. "We'll see," I said, then I attacked his lips again and pulled him into my body and on top of me as I fell back onto the bed.
"No fair," he said when we finally broke the kiss, "that's playin' dirty, using your lips like that."
I just grinned, "All's fair in love and war...he he."
Dinner was fun. My folks really know how to make my friends feel welcome, but they didn't ask any invasive or embarrassing questions. I could see Josi relax as he became more and more comfortable around my folks, and I figured by the time dinner was over he'd be ready to tell them the real story. Or at least the real story we'd hatched up. We weren't going to go into the whole boyfriend thing, and just sort of skirt around Lane's suicide, but the being homeless thing was safe, as well as his new situation.
When we'd finished eating, I asked Josi to help me clear, and mom rinsed the dishes and loaded the dishwasher while dad wiped down the table and counters. See, we were already making a good team, and Josi was just like family...he he.
When everything was done, I surprised mom and dad by asking them if Josi and I could talk to them for a while. Of course they said yes, and we went into the family room, and while dad sat in his recliner, mom and Josi and I sat on the sofa, with me in the middle.
"Well," I began. "I know you guys must be wondering what's been going on with me the last couple days, and...well, here's the deal..."
So between me and Josi we managed to get the story out, only instead of saying Lane was Josi's boyfriend we just made him Josi's friend, and let them assume what they would. We also kind of downplayed the whole thing with Lane's folks, and just said they didn't like Josi cause he was black and not in their social class. Not that he was screwing their baby boy.
But you know what? My folks are not that dumb, and I hadn't counted on them reading between the lines. Well, so much for honesty is the best policy, now when the truth does come out, they'd gonna think I've been lying all my life.
Of course, Josi's sexuality is not my story to tell, so I didn't feel like I could just jump in there and made a few corrections, but fortunately Josi did that for me. I knew he was a decent and honest person just from what little time we'd spent together, but he really blew me away with what he did next.
"I can't do this Kenny, I'm sorry," he said looking at me with sad eyes.
Mom and dad looked at me, then Josi, then just sat there and waited for him to explain. They didn't rush him, they didn't interrupt him, and they didn't look upset at any point during the whole thing.
And when he was done, this time telling the story just as he'd told it to me, I wasn't surprised to see tears in mom's eyes, and dad looked misty eyed too.
"Oh my God, you poor boy," Mom said, getting up to pull Josi into a hug, "But, you have a place to stay now? Because if you don't, you are welcome to stay here with us for as long as you need to."
I looked at Josi as if to say, told ya so, and he looked like he was ready to break down and bawl like a baby, my baby...he he.
"I probably should go back to my Uncle's, but it's so late...could you give me a ride?'
"Of course we can," mom said.
NO, NO, NO...I almost yelled, he's supposed to stay here tonight.
"But," she added suddenly, "since it is so late, why don't you call your Uncle and see if it's all right if you sleep over?"
Yessss, I thought, good old mom.
"I could call them, I guess. If you're sure. Do you have a place for me to sleep?"
"We have a guest room, or you can bunk in with Kenny if you'd like. He's used to having a friend over from time to time. That's one reason we got him the queen size bed...ha ha."
Gee thanks mom, you make it sound like I have orgies in my bed, or that I'm a slut, but at least she's not freaking over the possibility of a 16 year old boy sleeping in the same bed with her 14 year old son. But I wonder if she'd be quite as liberal if she knew I liked boys, and this one in particular, and that I'm already having naughty thoughts about him...he he.
"Just sleep in my room," I said casually, "we can play some video games or watch a movie or something. I have some boxers you can sleep in." I'm glad I'm a good little actor when it comes to my rents, cause I was bout ready to burst at the seams, but on the outside I actually looked bored or complacent or something...he he.
Josi shot me a look that said, You little devil, you got your way after all, but he didn't fight it. He knew he'd lost, and now he was trying to figure out how to deal with the situation...lol.
We chatted for a while longer, but basically Josi was one of us now, and mom and dad had made it clear that they were on his side and willing to help in any way they could. Now, I know some of you reading this are probably saying, God Kenny's parents are soooo naive, and so stupid to trust their little boy alone with this total stranger, who has already confessed to violating another innocent little white boy, okay maybe not that, but you get what I mean. But my rents trust me, maybe more than they should, but I try not to abuse that trust, and I try to be the kind of decent and loving human being that they have raised me to be. Plus the fact that they don't know I'm gay...yet, and that makes all of this seem innocent to them. I think. Or maybe they just don't give a damn if I get raped in my own bed...lol. Nah, not that one.
But I do have to admit I was a bit nervous. What was I doing inviting a stud like Josi into my bed and not expecting him to deflower me as soon as I rolled onto my tummy to sleep? And, why does that particular vision get me hard? Hmm..well, I'm not a total virgin, and I want to do stuff with Josi, eventually, but not all at once, and definitely not the butt stuff...not yet.
So, I decided we needed to talk. Maybe I'd been hasty in teasing him and practically forcing him into my bed.
When we got to my room finally, I told him I was gonna go take a shower and he was welcome to take one when I got done if he wanted to. He said he did, so I dug him some boxers out, some that were a little baggy on me, and would probably fit him just fine, and grabbed a pair for me and headed to the bathroom.
I took a long hot shower as I thought about things, and I decided that I was probably worrying for nothing. Josi was a good person, and he'd said he wanted to take it slow, and I was the one who was pushing things. So, all I had to do was talk to him and explain that I was fine with waiting too, but that I just wanted us to be together tonight, to kiss and cuddle, that kind of stuff.
Josi was waiting for me when I got back, and his eyes seemed to be everywhere at once as he checked me out, now dressed only in my boxers, but he didn't say anything. He just grabbed his boxers and went off to the bathroom without saying much.
Okay Kenny, that was weird, I thought. Hmm...did he like what he saw or not?
I turned on the TV and found something on Netflix to watch as I waited for Josi, and about 15 minutes later he came back wearing those boxers I'd loaned him, and it was my turn to stare. Whatever I thought of his body before, now I was quite sure he was one of the sexiest boys I'd ever seen. His skin was flawless, the perfect shade of brown, his muscles practically rippled in his chest, legs, and arms. His flat stomach still glistened with a little water, and his cute little belly button looked like a wad of chocolate bubble gum.
I let my eyes drift down to the slight bulge in his boxers and it looked bigger than I remembered from the quick glance I'd gotten in the park bathroom, and as I watched it began to grow, causing me to blush a little.
"Damn, you look like a hungry Rottweiler staring at a steak," Josi chuckled.
"Sorry," I said pulling my eyes away, "I knew you were beautiful and sexy, but...it's almost too much to take in all at once."
"Look at you, all embarrassed and tongue-tied. What about you? You gotta hot little body yourself. You have any idea what I'd like to do with it right now?"
I guess I looked sort of panicky or something, cause Josi came closer then, and sat down beside me and just looked into my eyes. At first he didn't touch me, then he laid his hand on my leg and rubbed it gently.
"Hey, don't look so worried. I'm not gonna do anything you don't want me too, I promise. And if that's nothing, then that's fine too. I told you I'm not in a hurry. I respect you, and I respect your folks, and I don't want to do anything to destroy the trust and love you've all given me. So relax, okay?"
"Okay, I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable or misled you. I do love you, and I want us to be together, but I'm not sure if I'm ready for...you know...all of this yet."
"I understand. I remember how I felt with Lane. I was the virgin there," he chuckled, "and I was a little scared myself."
"Really, I just assumed...you know? That you were the one who seduced him. I mean you're so handsome and sexy..."
"Lane might've been a bit submissive, but he's the one who came after me, and once he had me hooked, I sort of took over from there."
"I guess, I'm sort of submissive too," I said, "I mean when I imagine us...together, I see you as...in charge."
"Can I kiss you?" Josi asked as he leaned in.
"Uh, yeah....he he, anytime."
We kissed, and in the background the TV droned on, but all we heard was the sound of our two beating hearts. We eventually turned off the TV, turned off the lights, and climbed beneath the covers. True to his word, Josi let me lead, but I'm not as strong a person as I thought.
As our bodies pressed together and we kissed passionately, I felt the heat building between us and I reached down and began rubbing him through his boxers. There was a wet spot where he'd leaked his pre, and it felt warm and sticky.
I wondered how he'd taste. I'd never sucked off a boy who was uncut, but I was dying to find out what it was like. Despite my initial fears, I was suddenly swallowed up by lust and desire, and I began making my way down Josi's body, kissing and licking until I reached the huge tent in his boxers.
At first I just put my mouth on him and blew against his hard leaking cock, but eventually I tugged at his boxers, and he raised his hips to help me slide them down his muscular legs and off those beautiful feet of his.
I knew I'd started something I had to finish, but surely he could wait a couple of minutes while I satisfied my fetish for feet. Well, apparently Josi liked the attention I was paying his feet, and he was purring like a cat as I stroked and massaged them. I became braver after a while, and when I licked the bottom of his foot he didn't pull away or kick me, so I figured that was a good sign I could keep going.
Even though I'd sort of had this foot fetish for a while, I'd never actually done anything more than touching or rubbing my buddies feet, and then they were almost always wearing socks, but I'd always wondered what it would be like to suck on some hot boy toes, and I found out that night.
OMG, his toes were so tasty...mmm...and he seemed to love the attention. He rose up and looked at me with such lust in his eyes as I was sucking his toes that I thought, man he's gonna rape me for sure...lol. I didn't let my worries slow me down, and I spend a good ten minutes on each foot before I slowly moved up, kissing the inside of his thighs and making him shiver, until I reached his middle.
I took some time to worship his balls, and they were just as perfect as the rest of him. They hung low, and I could see them bouncing around in the velvety smooth sac as I tongue bathed them, causing him to moan lowly and squirm around.
"OH baby," he gasped, "you do that so good."
I grabbed his slick pole then, and pulled back the foreskin, marveling at how cool it looked, and releasing a musky scent that made my head swim with lust. I lapped at his slick head, then licked up and down the shaft, causing more moaning and suddenly he began running his fingers through my hair.
He guided me, but never forced me as I bobbed up and down on his delicious length of boy flesh, lost in the taste, smell, and feel of him. I gently massaged his balls as I continued to suck and lick his pole, and when I finally plunged down on his throbbing cock, taking him into my throat, he cried out, then began to unload.
The first spurt went straight down my throat and into my tummy, but I pulled up some and caught the next three blasts on my tongue. I continued to suction up his tasty goo until his balls were empty, then licked his cock head clean and swallowed his offering. God he tasted good.
I'd swallowed a few of my friends cum before, but that was back when we were just starting puberty, and mostly it had been watery and pretty tasteless, but not so in Josi's case. God his spunk tasted good, kind of sweet, kind of spicy, kind of salty...just right, pure Josi...sigh.
Josi pulled me into a deep kiss then, and his tongue began to dart around my mouth, getting a little taste of his own jizz in the process. We lay there kissing for a long time, snuggled up to each other as we ran our hands over each others body and shared the kind of intimacy I'd only dreamed of up until now.
"I love you," I sighed, "and I love making you feel good. Did I do it right?"
"Yeah, you did it good, perfect. At first I was sorta freaked out by the foot stuff, but man...that stuff is hot...he he."
"I've always had this thing for my buddies' feet," I explained, then told him about the way me and my friend had used our feet to get each other off, and he said that sounded hot, and that we should try it sometime.
Then my baby said it was my turn, and he began to lick and kiss and caress his way down my body giving me goosebumps and causing me to moan lowly. God, I loved having him touch me, and when he reached my middle and began kissing and licking me in all those sensitive places down there, I was grabbing at the sheets and trying not to be too loud.
God he knew how to make a boy feel good, and he was so gentle, so loving. That boy Lane, had trained him right, but it was sad to think that he'd died because of the love they'd shared. But this wasn't a time for sad thoughts, and I pushed those thoughts aside and gave myself completely to Josi.
I was a little nervous when Josi pushed my legs up to expose my pucker, but when he began using his tongue to stimulate me, I eagerly accepted his intrusion back there. But I needn't have worried, he wasn't priming me for the real thing, he was just loving every inch of my body before the main event.
And the main event was spectacular. Josi took oral sex to a whole new level as he licked, sucked, and tongued my hard leaking boy stick that night. Occasionally he would pause to bathe my balls with his tongue, slowing things down a little and causing me to squirm and thrust up to offer all of me for his worship.
Eventually he returned to my cock and when he swallowed me down the first time I nearly passed out. God, he has no gag reflex at all, and he easily swallowed all of my cock down over and over. Now, I know I'm not that big, about 6 inches actually, but still it takes real skill to do what Josi was doing, and needless to say, I didn't last much longer after he started deep-throating my dick.
He seemed to be able to read me, and before I could start unloading, he pulled off my dick and caught my cum on his tongue and let it pool in his mouth. When I was drained, my balls felt like they'd been turned inside out and I was exhausted. Josi licked me clean, then moved up to kiss me, only he hadn't swallowed, and when I opened my mouth to him, I got more than just a taste of myself. My spunk mixed with Josi's spit was delicious, and we swapped the flavor back and forth till most of it was gone.
As we lay in one another's arms that night, I felt as if I were a different person. More grown up and more worldly maybe. Maybe I hadn't lost my virginity completely, but something amazing had happened tonight. All my sexual experiences up till now had just been play, just another form of masturbation, but what Josi and I had just shared was making love in the purest sense. How could I not be changed after something like that?...sigh.
We were in love, and we'd shared that love and expressed in the most intimate of ways. We'd tasted each others love and shared the flavor, and even after the afterglow of the intense orgasm was fading, we still felt the intimacy and love binding us together.
"I love you so much."
"I love you too...baby."
Aww, how sweet...and that was the last words we spoke before we slept.
Skip ahead, two weeks. Josi and I are formally boyfriends now and my folks know it. Yeah, I came out to them the day after Josi slept over. I just couldn't stand the thought of keeping my feelings for Josi bottled up when I was around them, and even though I knew I was taking some serious risks telling them that I loved the boy who had just spent the night in my bed, I felt like it was worth the risk.
I waited till we'd taken Josi home, cause if this went bad I wanted him to be out of the line of fire, especially considering what he'd gone through with Lane.
So I wait till they're sort of relaxed. Dinner is over and we've just finished clean up, and I ask my mom and dad if I can talk to them in the family room. They don't looked surprised at all at my request, and I have to wonder if maybe they were expecting some follow up concerning Josi or something.
So, I'm pretty nervous, but I trust my rents. I know they love me, and getting kicked out, or being denied their love for being gay is not something I'm considering as I brace myself for the big reveal.
At first I just sit there between mom and dad on the sofa, like a hundred times before, but tonight I feel like a stranger in my own home. It was if suddenly the brooding teenager had been replaced by someone else, someone older, someone who'd tasted life and love, and who would never be satisfied with what he had before.
"I'm gonna be 15 in a month or so," I began, my hands shaking so much I had to put them in my lap to stop from shaking myself to pieces. "And, well...I'm not a little kid anymore, and...there is something that I need to tell you. Only, I'm not sure how you're gonna feel about this particular thing. OH, I don't mean I think you'll react badly or anything, but it's serious stuff, and well...I'm sorta worried that it might change how you...um, look at me...and..." This wasn't going exactly like I'd planned, then mom spoke up.
"Sweetheart, just relax. You know there is nothing you can tell your dad and I that will make us think any less of you. Honey we love you for the long haul, for richer for poorer, unconditionally. Do you know what that means?"
"Uh, yeah...that no matter what, you love me and no strings attached, right?"
"Exactly, so with that in mind, just tell us what's got you so upset."
"Go on sport," Dad said patting me gently, "We got your back son, no matter what."
Well, with rents like mine, and after they said all that, you'd think I could've just jumped right in and bared my soul, but I was still having trouble putting my thoughts into words, so finally I just blurted it out.
"I'm gay!" I said, the words exploding from my mouth with enough force to propel me backwards. My eyes were closed as I vomited out those dreaded words, but when I slowly opened them and turned to look at first my mom, and then my dad, I saw smiles and so much love that I began to cry.
Both of them tried to hug me at once, and mom said, "Honey, it's okay. We're not mad or upset or any of the things you've worried we'd be. We love you and all we want is for you to be happy."
"It doesn't matter who you love sport as long as you turn out to be a good and decent person, that's all we expect of you," dad said kissing my hair.
"You...you're not disappointed in me?" I choked out.
"How could we be disappointed? You are everything a parent could ask for in a child. You're smart, funny, loving, and you genuinely care about others. You're respectful and honest, and you have never given us a moment of grief, unlike most kids, especially teens. And just look how you handled this thing with Josi..."
I could almost see the wheels turning in her head as she began to put together the missing pieces, and suddenly she said, "You and Josi are more than just friends, aren't you?" It wasn't an accusation, more of a quiet statement meant to enforce her own thinking, and I just nodded to let her know she was right.
"That's sort of why I decided to come out to you tonight."
Dad had a weird look on his face then, and I actually blushed as I watched him do some mental gymnastics of his own, thinking about Josi being my boyfriend and him sleeping in my bed last night. Dad is open-minded and everything, but the vision of his little boy getting sexy with an older black teen boy in his bed was probably not something he liked thinking about...lol.
"So, until last night...you weren't I mean...you and Josiah only just met..." Dad said, struggling to keep it together.
"Do you guys believe in love at first sight?" I said, but I didn't wait for an answer, "Well, I'm not sure I used to, but I do now, cause when I saw Josi sitting there looking so sad and lonely, all I could think about was how beautiful he was and how much I wanted to turn that sad look into a happy one. Then the more we got to know each other, the deeper I fell for him, until finally he was all I could think about. I know I'm still pretty young, and I don't know if this thing I feel for Josi will last, but mom, dad, I really want to see where it leads. Please don't judge him for what I did. I know it was kind of sneaky to talk you guys into letting him...umm, sleepover and stuff," I said blushing, "and he was against it...at first, but we didn't do anything bad, I swear." (Well beejays aren't bad, right? He he)
Dad didn't look convinced, but mom was the one who spoke up.
"I can't say that I approve of you having your boyfriend sleeping in your bed. Teenagers have little control over their urges and if we gave you too much freedom....but we're smart enough to know that no matter how much control we try to exercise over the situation, love will find a way. I'm not giving you permission to have a sexual relationship with this boy, but I don't see any harm in the two of you seeing each other occasionally, and perhaps going places together, dating I guess. Dad, does that sound okay?"
My dad sighed, then he seemed to pull himself together, "When I was your age, I had a girlfriend named Christine. She was a year older, and way more experienced than I was, and once she showed me what she knew....he he, I was hooked for life."
"Dear, is there a point you're trying to make here?" mom said, sounding like she was jealous or something...lol.
"Yes, my point is...even though my parents knew we were dating, and I'm pretty sure they suspected we were doing more than holding hands, they never put any restrictions on our dating one another. Now, I'm not saying they let us sleep in the same bed, but we spent many an evening in my room, doing homework...hehe, with the door closed, and we took full advantage of the trust my folks gave us."
"Dear, what are you saying? That we should just let Kenny and Josiah do whatever they want, when they want?"
"No, all I'm saying is, if Kenny had told us he was dating a girl, would you impose tough restrictions on him, or would you just give him the safe talk and trust him to do the right thing? Keep in mind that this is Kenny we're talking about here, our Kenny, who has proven himself to be level headed and responsible, time and time again."
Way to go dad, I'm thinking.
"Well...I think maybe you and I need to talk about this some before we make any decisions. Kenny, why don't you go up to your room now and leave your dad and I to talk?"
"Okay mom," I said kissing her on the cheek, then after hugging my dad, I stood, "Thanks for being so...so cool about me being gay and all, and whatever decision you make about me and Josi, well...I'll accept that, cause I know you'll be fair."
"You're welcome sweety, we won't be long. We'll come give you our decision when we're done talking."
I hurried up to my room, but I gotta tell ya I was really nervous. I mean, Josi and I were still gonna find ways to be together, but it would be so much better if we had my rents' blessings, or at least they turned their back now and then so we could have some time alone.
I fumbled with my phone and tried to get my mind off what was going on downstairs, then paced the floor and waited some more. I was beginning to think they'd forgot about me, and went on to bed when I heard them coming up the stairs, and a minute or two later they appeared at my open door.
"Come on in guys," I said cordially, "sit down if you wanna," I offered.
They declined my invitation to sit, and I didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing, but since they weren't sitting, I thought maybe I should.
"So, umm...did you decide anything?" I asked nervously.
"Yes, your father and I considered all our options, and voiced all our concerns, and we came up with something that I think you and Josi will be able to live with. First, we want both of you to get tested for any possible STDs. I'm not saying that Josi is unhealthy, but since I will assume you two were...intimate, I want to make sure you weren't exposed to anything. The tests are simple blood tests, and we can have them done at the clinic downtown for free, and the results are confidential."
"O...okay," I said blushing. I was learning that having a boyfriend and being intimate with someone was a little more involved than I'd thought. It made sense though, and if it made my folks feel better about things, then it was a small price to pay. I just hoped Josi agreed.
"Your father and I feel it's important that you boys know exactly what being in a relationship entails, and at some point we want you and Josi to sit down with him and have a discussion."
"Would you rather you had the discussion with me?" she warned.
"No, no...that's fine...we can talk to dad," I quickly agreed.
"All right. Now, I'm going to tell you the same thing I'd tell you if you were dating a girl instead of a boy. We are in no way encouraging the two of you to have sex, but we're also smart enough to know that you are going to want to, and probably already have, and we can't watch you every minute of the day and night," she sighed as if she couldn't quite believe she was saying what came next, "So...all we ask is that you use common sense, be safe, and be discreet. If we catch you, that's grounds for punishment, and possibly being separated for a while, so just be careful."
Wait, was mom and dad saying it was okay to have sex as long as they didn't know about it? Hmm...sure sounded like it. Well, that was fine, that was how it should be anyway. I don't need to brag every time Josi swallows my wanger down and brings me to a toe curling orgasm.
"What about kissing, is that considered too...um, intimate?"
"Within reason kissing is allowable, and holding hands and cuddling," mom said, "just no touching below the belt in public."
"Okay, no problem, we're taking it slow anyway. This is my first...um, boyfriend, you know?"
Mom smiled, "And he's a cute one, but have you considered the fact that he's older and won't be attending the same school as you?"
"Actually, he's transferring to Emerson this school year. His uncle lives in our district."
"And what about his Aunt and Uncle, do they know he's gay?" dad asked.
"Yeah, he told them the whole story about Lane and what happened, and they were cool with it. And I know his mom knows, cause she was caught up in that whole thing with Lane's folks."
"That poor boy," mom said, reverting to loving mom mode.
"I just want to help him put all that bad stuff behind him and make him happy, you know? " I said misting up again.
"If anyone can, it's you sweetheart," mom said, opening her arms and offering me a hug. I was up and in her arms like a rocket off the launch pad, and then dad joined in for a three way hug, and that was pretty much it for the night.
Mom said I should talk to Josi tomorrow and tell him about the test and she'd take us Monday. I had his Uncle's telephone number but I decided to wait till tomorrow to call him. Right now I had too much to think about, and plans to make.
Well, Josi was cool with the testing, and we were both squeaky clean, which really helped my folks to relax some. Dad had the talk with me and Josi, but it was pretty bland actually, and he concentrated more on the emotional part of the relationship and not the physical one. He was pretty cool about the whole boyfriend thing, and Josi was very respectful of my dad and that was a big help, cause I really wanted them to like each other.
After the talk, dad took me and Josi out to lunch and we just had fun, like me and my buds used to with my dad. My dad is the coolest, and I loved him for accepting Josi so easily and making him feel welcome.
Eventually, I introduced Josi to some of my closest friends, including Joel and we actually went over to his house to swim. It was there that I finally confessed to Joel that he'd been right about my being gay, and introduced Josi as my boyfriend.
Joel was as excited as if Josi was his boyfriend, and he kept saying, I knew it, I just knew it. I was pretty sure Joel would keep my secret, but the truth was, I really didn't care who knew. When school resumed in a week I was looking forward to going back as the new improved and OUT Kenny Stevens.
The Kenny Stevens with a hot boyfriend that would make all the gay boys and all the straight girls sit up and notice, and be oh so jealous. Okay, it might not be that easy, and there would be a few jerks who gave us a hard time, but Josi is tough, and if they give me any flack, I know Josi will always have my back, just like I'll always have his, and what a cute back he has...he he.
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