Disclaimers: The following is a work of fiction. Meaning, that, the people and events are not real, and never happened, except in my mind. All the other usual stuff applies. If you shouldn't be here, don't read it. If you don't like it, why are you here? Comments appreciated, flames deleted.
That said....
I stayed at our youth pastor's house that Saturday night. He offered to talk to me, but I told him I was talked out. He also told me about a singlewide trailer he knew of for rent, and had already called the owner. He told the owner that he had a high school senior, upstanding student, who had an unfortunate fall out with his parents, and had been kicked out. Pastor Scott told the man that he personally would vouch for me, if the man would consider renting to me, and, possibly a roommate. He said he would be glad to help out a friend of the pastors'. So, without having to look, I had a place to stay.
The following day Jim met me at church. We sat together at the back, and ignored all the looks, and the whispers. After church was over, he came with me to Pastor Scott's where the three of us had lunch together, along with Pastor Scott's fiancée', Patti. Over lunch he questioned us about our relationship, both emotional and physical. He explained that the way we had been holding each other naked could, in our specific circumstances, be considered sex. I told him that in my mind, and Jims, sex meant penetration. We had actually been careful to not touch each other's dicks with our hands. Just the rubbing each other, lying together naked.
After lunch he and Patti loaded us up in his car and took us to see the trailer. It was on the outskirts of town, but still in the city limits. There was even a sidewalk in front if it. Jim noted that he would still be able to get up and run in the morning if we lived there.
Scott pulled out the key and opened the door. It really wasn't much to look at. It was furnished like a typical trailer would have been. Metal table and chairs in the kitchen, old beat up couch and chairs in the living room, an old TV, each bedroom had a full sized double bed, and a dresser, and that was all you could fit in there. It was old, and tired looking, and the green carpet on the floor was beyond ugly, but it was livable. I looked at Jim and he was just beaming.
"Our first house," he said. You could hear the pride in his voice.
"So you want it?" Scott asked.
Jim looked at me and said," You betcha we want it!! How soon can we move in?"
We went that afternoon to sign the lease. I told Mr. Williams, the landlord, that if he wanted an adult co-signer, my mom would do that. He said that Scott's request was enough. I told him I'd have to go to the bank the following day to draw out the money. He said that would be fine. He did lay down some ground rules. No drinking, no parties, no pets, no children. He laughed when he said that, guessing that neither of us was a daddy yet. We said no. He gave us the keys without any money. I was going to have to lay out $900 though. First month's rent, last month's rent, and a $300 security deposit. Fortunately for us, water, electric and basic phone were included. He would bring the phone bill around every month if there were any long distance charges.
We thanked him, and then headed over to start unpacking my stuff. It took a lot longer to get it out of the car than it did getting it in there. But Jim and I worked at getting my stuff put away in the "master" bedroom. He borrowed my car to go pick up a load of his stuff, and while he was away, I called Pastor Scott, and thanked him for his help. I also asked him to call Fred or my mom to let them know where I was, and what the phone number was.
He called me back a while later and told me to expect Fred, Caroline, and my mom later that evening. Jim drove up right after that, and we got busy getting his stuff in the house. We put his stuff in the "master" bedroom too, with our over flow clothes in the guest bedroom.
About 5:30pm mom, Fred and Caroline showed up. Mom had been crying, and Fred looked a little ruffled too. They had had a run in with dad about coming over here. He was at home, getting drunk, my mom said. I noticed that nobody but Fred made it to church that morning. They had been arguing.
I told my mom I was sorry, but even an apology would not fix the fact that my dad had hit me. I wasn't holding a grudge, but I wasn't going to forget anytime soon either.
They dropped off the stuff Fred had hidden for me, and mom gave me some grocery money. She told me she was still mad at me, and Jim, but that she was dealing with it. She had tears in her eyes as they left. As soon as the door closed behind them, I burst into tears. Jim pulled me into his arms and just held me, and let me cry. You know, he and I work well this way. When I need him to be strong, he is. When he needs me to be strong, I am. We've almost always been there for each other. It's a very comforting feeling.
The next week at school was difficult, at best. I guess one of our classmates worked at the restaurant where the fight broke out, because the whole school knew about Jim and me. My dad called in sick that day, very unusual for him. Both Jims and my lockers had "faggot" spray painted on them when we got to school. I left it there, as a reminder to everybody who walked past it of the face of hate and bigotry.
Jim and I were basically ostracized. Even people who I thought were our close friends wouldn't talk to us. At lunch the first day I was almost in tears.
"Don't let them get to you, babe," Jim said. "You're bigger than they are. Don't let their petty attitude get you down."
"I'm trying, Jim. I really am. It's just so hard."
About that time Fred and Caroline showed up and sat down with us.
"Just so you know, we still love you two, and plan to hang with you, regardless. Unless you don't want us to," said Fred.
"Thanks guys. You can't know what that means to TJ and me," Jim said.
"I have an idea, Jimmy Lee," said Caroline. "Fred and I are getting the cold shoulder quite a lot today as well. So we may as well hang out with some real friends." As she said that, she put her hand on my shoulder and squeezed it gently.
The rest of the week was a repeat of Monday, except, my dad did come back to work. It was a hard week. Even at the grocery store, people were looking, and whispering. I just kept my mind on my job, and on my Jim, who would meet me at home every night.
We slept together every night, just holding each other closely. We slept naked, with a big box of Kleenex beside the bed!! It was great having him in my arms, just holding him and kissing him. He was always so gentle and caring. We would shower together, because we could. We did everything together in our house. We did everything we could to make it OUR home.
Jim and his dad were having a VERY strained relationship, but his mom, like mine, was dealing with things better. And Mr. Mason understood why Jim moved in with me. Even if he didn't agree, and didn't want Jim there with me, he understood.
I was still pissed at my dad. I kept thinking that if he weren't such a hot head, things would be different. And the more I thought about my dad, the madder I got. Here he was, Mr. Liberal himself, staunch Democrat, wanting equality for everybody, and federal programs for everything. And I'd even heard him say about gays before he found out about me, "If that's what they want, who am I to tell them they can't live that way. Just as long as they're private about their sex life, like I am mine."
What a hypocrite, I thought. He'd make a statement like that, but then kicks his own son out of the house when he finds out he's gay. It really made my blood boil when I thought about it, so I tried hard not to.
Thanksgiving was the following weekend. I knew I was not going to be welcome at my house, or the Masons, but I told Jim that I wanted him to spend the day with his family. He balked at first, but thought that he might be able to make some inroads with his dad if he were there. I told him I hoped so.
That was the loneliest day of my life. It was my first holiday away from home, especially for the reason I was away from home. My mom did call while my dad was taking a dump, so she could only talk a minute. She told me she loved me, that she missed me, and was sorry I couldn't come home. I told her I'd be ok, not to worry. As soon as she hung up, I cried, for a very long time. I was so lonely that I hurt. I looked at the clock, and it was only a little after one. Jim wouldn't be home until after six. I just went to bed, and set the alarm for five, so I could get up, shower and make myself presentable for when he got home.
He came home a little early, and brought a goodie plate from his mom. She was feeling sorry that she had not insisted that they allow me to come be a part of their celebration. I told Jim that it was ok, and I was glad I wasn't there. He said that he and his dad had a long talk. He told his dad how he felt about me, how I felt about him, our hopes and dreams. He said he thought that his dad was finally seeing, like my mom did, that we were in this for the long haul. He said that while his dad understood better, he still was far from happy, and still preferred that I not come over there just yet.
We got up the next morning, Jim went for his morning run while I took a shower and started breakfast. Breakfast was almost ready when he got back. I kept it warm on the stove while he finished his shower and got dressed.
"I love living with you," he said as he ate.
"Yea, it's pretty cool being with you day in and day out," I replied.
"I hope you don't ever get bored with me, " he said.
"Me get bored with you? That'll be the day!"
"I just worry sometimes, that you might meet someone you like better."
"How would I know?" I replied. "I only have eyes for you. Even if I met someone, I wouldn't think of him that way. You're the only guy for me. You're the only person for me. If anything happened to you, my life would be over. I couldn't go on without you."
"You know, I feel the same way about you, but, it is nice to hear it once in a while," he said.
"I'm sorry, love," I responded. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you I loved you this morning."
"That's not what I'm talking about," he said. "You did tell me you loved me. It just reaffirms to me that we're in this together, for the long haul, when you tell me how important I am to you. It makes me feel better about myself, like I matter."
"Whoa, baby!! Where's this low self image crap coming from?" I asked.
"It's not low self-image, I feel good about myself. It just makes me feel even better, knowing that I make you feel that way about me. I'm in love, what can I say," he said as he leaned over the table and kissed me on the cheek.
"By the way, you're an awesome cook, babe," he said.
I blushed. It was so sweet of him.
We went shopping that day for household stuff we needed. The crowds were horrible! (We forgot that it was the day after Thanksgiving!) We finally made it back home, and got all our stuff unpacked. I was going to have to go to the laundromat, so we decided to make that our date that night. We made sandwiches, scarfed them down, and headed out. We saw a couple of kids from school while we were there, but they avoided us like the plague. Oh, well, we would learn to deal with it.
We finally got back home, got everything put away, and jumped in the shower together. We had agreed that we were still waiting for a special moment. I knew what I wanted that moment to be, but had not yet asked Jim about it, and right now was not the moment.
As we stepped into the shower, it was readily apparent that both of us were horny. I knew that the day was coming when I would take my man in my mouth and up the ass, but I knew that the time was still not right.
"I know you're not ready yet," Jim started, "but I can't wait to make love to you."
"I know, baby. Me too. But, there is something we can do," I said.
"What's that?" he asked.
"Well, for starters, I can wash you," I said, with a sexy smile.
I took the wash cloth, soaped it up real good, and started with his face, washing him gently. When I finished his face, I made him rinse it. I washed in and around his ears, then his neck, rubbing gently, but firmly. I could feel his dick, hot and throbbing, pressing against me as I worked on him. Again, I made him rinse, while I rinsed out the cloth, and soaped it up again. I went back to work, this time on his shoulders and arms, being sure to clean his pits very well. He was moaning a little as I washed him. I was trying to make it as erotic as I could. Next was his chest, and stomach. I was rubbing his nipples, one at a time, in little circles, and, apparently, the cloth was almost more than Jim could stand (I've learned that his nipples are SUPER sensitive, especially when wet) and he was breathing hard now. I turned him around, and began washing his back, not letting him rinse the front before I started his back. He has a wonderfully broad back, strong, and masculine. I worked my way down his back, and washed his hips, but not his butt cheeks. I told him to rinse, front and back. He started breathing a little easier as he rinsed.
"You know you almost made me cum when you were messing with my nipples," he said.
I looked up at him, put on my best innocent face, and said, "Really? I almost did that to you?"
"You little shit!" he laughed.
"Turn around, you big shit," I said back.
He turned around, and I washed his legs, being very careful not to touch his dick or balls as I washed near his groin area. I washed his feet especially carefully, making sure each space between each toe was completely clean. After washing both legs, I made him rinse again, then told him to turn around again.
I just stared at his ass a minute. I had dreamed of making love to him many times, and knew that one day I would. I reached up, and started gently washing his cheeks, dipping ever so slowly towards his crack. I finally got my hand between his cheeks, and alternately rubbed softly, and then firmly, his whole crack. I started paying special attention to his rose bud, rubbing gently at first, and then harder and harder, making small circular motions. Jim bent over, reached back and spread his cheeks so I could get closer. I cleaned him very well, even sticking my washcloth covered finger slightly up his hole. He was moaning and bucking against my hand. I leaned back out of the way of the water, and as the water cascaded over his crack, I used my bare hand to "help" wash away the soap. Jim was moaning and bucking his hips, trying to suck my fingers up his hole. I grabbed him by the hips, and turned him around.
After soaping up the cloth again, I washed the inside of his legs, and then gently massaged his balls with the soapy cloth. He was breathing hard again, and I knew I was going to make him cum. I slowly moved the soapy cloth off of his balls, and started "washing" his dick. I knew that I was jerking him off with the cloth, but who cares!!! It only took about four passes with the cloth on his dick, and he tensed up. I pulled the cloth away from his dick, just in time to see him start spurting volley after volley of thick, white, creamy cum all over himself, and me. He was groaning, and reached down to pump himself while he finished cumming. There was cum everywhere!! All over his dick, in his pubes, on his chest, in my hair, on my face.
"That was wonderful," he panted. I stood up, washed his cum off my face, and let him rinse off. I pushed his head under the stream, got his hair wet, and then lathered him up, gently washing his hair for him. He rinsed, and then said, "Your turn."
He started with my hair, since there was cum all in it. Then he washed me, just like I had done him. By the time he got to my balls and dick, I knew he was going to make me cum as well. When he grabbed my dick with that washcloth, I thought I had died and gone to heaven. When I started cumming, it was the most intense orgasm I had ever had. I was weak kneed when it was over.
We rinsed off, got out and toweled each other off and headed for bed.
"That was awesome," Jim said.
"I know you are," I responded.
"Well, you're awesome too," he said, " but that was the most intense orgasm I have ever had."
"Me too."
"I love you, baby," he said.
"I love you, too." I replied.
And we drifted off to sleep. ------------------------------------------------------------------
Well, that's all for now. What do you think so far? I appreciate all the feedback and support.
TJ