Legal Stuff: Don't read this if you're not eighteen or older. Lots of sexual male on male acts, explicit languages, and etc.
The names, place and people are totally fictional.
The events are based on a true story though.
Also the copyrights go to myself and the story. You may not copy this story.
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Also this symbol, "~*~" means that it's a flashback of a certain memories. I'll be using flashbacks a lot in this story.
If I use this "*" then I'm changing to someone else's point of view in the story. But always remember that the main character will always be Noah. I'll rarely use this symbol. They're usual short as well.
Sorry, the next chapter might be delayed a little. I have busy things in my life, causing me to tend to it. I'll try to get the next chapter up as soon as possible. Just hold on to your seats! I'll try to get it done very quickly.
Chapter 2
Still having the taste Bryan's cum in my mouth, I walked happily to my car. There were other cars parked in the lot, probably staff members or students who stayed for tutoring and extracurricular activities. My car was parked to the far end of the lot. Maybe I didn't see or notice, but Jason and Josh were sitting on the hood of my small car. Shit!!! I can't believe I forgot that we suppose to hang out at my house today. How can I forget that? I made them wait for me. They probably wonder where I was.
They were talking to each other when I finally got there. They acted as if I didn't take over ten minutes to get to my car. Jason was looking pretty confident while talking to Josh. He had a smile that I've never seen before. He really must've had genuine feelings for him. I almost felt like a mother who success her job as making her child happy. Jason was more happy, outgoing, and talkative, which was a good thing. I felt good about myself. The question is...does Josh feel the same about him?
Josh was the first one to notice me. "Hey asshole, what took so long?"
"Bryan and I talked at the field for a few minutes. We had a nice conversation," I answered, knowing that that wasn't the case. I was sucking my boyfriend's dick in the tower is more like it.
"Well, you left us standing here waiting for you for about fourteen minutes," he responded, looking back Jason. "What were you talking about?"
"Boyfriend things," I said, not wanting to finish. "Let's get going now that I'm here It's kind of hot out here."
We were on the road driving to my house. Grayson is a nice town, but there were people who had opinions on the gay community here. Some people here were not as accepting as big cities are. I know so, Evan always preaches to me about how wrong it is to be gay. I've heard it about...I don't know, I lost track after fifty. But they had they're opinions. It didn't affect Josh, Jason, Bryan, other gay people around town, and me. Maybe it affected Jason in the beginning, but he eventually got used to it. When people run their mouths, us gay people here just ignore it. They're all talk anyway.
I let my mind mostly concentrate on the road, but Jason caught my attention when he spoke.
"What did you and Bryan really do that took that long?"
This surprised me. "Well, we were talking about `things'. Why do you ask," I replied.
"Oh, I thought you two were fucking or something," Jason responded with a smile forming across his face.
I gripped the wheels tighter when he said that. This is so embarrassing... I don't tell them what I do with Bryan sexually, but I couldn't lie to them. "Yes, we were doing something...sexual. But we did talk though," I said, hoping that would satisfy his questions.
"Yeah, talking with his cock inside your mouth," Josh said, including himself in the conversation.
I started to blush, I was a bad liar so I couldn't say anything else. "Yes, I was giving Bryan a blowjob. Happy?"
"Yep, I just wanted to know. I was just curious as to why you were so late," Jason said with a smile on his face.
"Typical.
What a horny motherfucker," Josh commented, looking out the window. The sunlight through the window brightened up his deep-ocean blue eyes. They were so beautiful. "No wonder you were so happy and giddy when you came over," he added, turning back around.
Both Josh and Jason burst into laughing. My face must have been red, because I felt so embarrassed sitting there driving. Was I that obvious?
Josh stopped laughing, but smiled when he realized that this embarrassed me. "Noah, it's cool. We just wanted to know. We didn't mind or anything," he said, putting his hand on my right shoulder.
"Yeah, we didn't mean to embarrass you. I was just curious. I'm sorry Noah," Jason apologized, also putting his hand on my right shoulder along with Josh's hand.
He did that on purpose, just so he can touch Josh's hand. I can tell he's enjoying it.
"It's okay and I don't think you guys weren't making fun of me," I replied, patting their hands with my left hand.
I know it wasn't intended to be embarrassing, but that's how it felt. I was okay with it though. If I couldn't laugh at myself, then how can I love myself? I smiled at myself.
Once we got to my house, I pulled into my driveway. The strange thing is that we all lived next to each other. Jason lived in the house next to mine and Josh lived right across my house, which was pretty cool to me. My grass was freshly cut and the garden was tended to. My dad keeps the house good looking. The driveway was cleared of leaves that fell from the trees. My house was fairly big, a whitish-almond color and two stories. My dad's car wasn't in the driveway, which meant he wasn't home from work yet.
"Let's go in," I said, cutting off the engine. We grabbed our bags and headed inside.
The inside was crisp clean, due to my cleaning/OCD problems. I had to have been organized and clean all my life. I think of it as a good flaw. Nothing was out of place.
"Feels like I walk into a new house every time I come here," Josh said, heading up stairs to my room. He had such a nicely-shaped ass. It was flat, but a sexy type of flat.
In my room, was the cleanest room in the whole entire house. I clean every day before I head off to school. I mean, I was basically the maid of this house. My room could pass for the most clean room in the world if you thought about it.
There was a queen-size bed with the sheets straightened out and the pillows arranged neatly--I was taking it too far with that one, a computer desk with my MacBook sitting there, two shelves with movies, books, and tons of music CDs. I was a music fan. The walls were a faded navy blue color, one of my favorite colors. There was a flat-screen TV on the wall across from my bed, which I only watch my favorite shows. Most of the time, I spend either cleaning or reading.
I was one of those people who enjoyed reading.
I threw my book bag on top of my bed. I headed to the bathroom connected to my room. I really needed to piss and jerk off, but my friends were here. I'll just do it later. I finished, flushed, and reentered my room. Josh and Jason were flicking through the channels on TV.
"So let's do our homework," I said. Opening my bag and grabbing my binders out.
"You're such a geek," Josh said, also grabbing his book bag. Jason followed.
"If we get our homework done, then we don't have to worry about it tonight," I replied, pulling my textbooks out as well.
"True.
We'd have more time to hang out," Jason added.
"See?
Jason agrees," I said.
"Still lame," Josh said, laying his homework on my bed.
For about thirty minutes, we sat there and did our homework in silence. I got my work done and my extra credit work done as well. I didn't need it though, I made straight A's and was in AP classes. When we finished putting our stuff up, we sat there eating snacks that I kept in my room and started talking.
"So...Noah, how big is Bryan," Jason asked quietly, as if he was nervous asking it.
I blushed at this. "He's eight and a half. It's just a little bigger than usual."
"Wow that's pretty big," Jason said--his eyes got wide.
Josh looked unimpressed. "Eight? I'm that size and I've seen bigger," Josh stated.
Jason eye's eyes got even bigger when Josh said that he was "eight". Anyone could tell that Jason obviously was excited at that statement. He liked that size apparently.
"Really,"
I asked expectedly.
"Really, the biggest was ten inches. Now that's big," Josh confidently said, lying back on my bed, closing his eyes.
"Then why didn't you get that piece of cock? Obviously, he was big enough for you," I said to Josh.
"You know how I want to do it with the right person and when I do I'm going to fuck their brains out and he's going to fuck me senseless," he said keeping his eyes closed.
Surprisingly, no one got boners out of all this talking.
Jason had a look saying, "I'm going to be the one that gets his brains fucked out".
There was a determined look on his face. I smiled because it was so cute how Jason was completely smitten by Josh. Kind of reminds me of how I was around Bryan.
~*~
"He's so hot Josh," I said, staring at Bryan in his gym shorts playing basketball with the other guys. Josh and I were sitting on the bleachers, looking at hot guys play. They were too busy playing to notice our staring.
It was freshman year and I was so in love with Bryan. I couldn't stop thinking about him. I met him at lunch one day and after I was completely over the moon about Bryan. I had to have him.
"Josh, I have to have him," I started, "I want him and he's going to be mine." I was determined.
"Wow, hold your horses Noah. You'll get him, you just have to wait and be patient,"
Josh said calmly. "Being patient gives you rewards."
"And the prize is him," I replied, gripping on Josh's arm.
"Oww.
Your nails are digging to my skin," Josh responded, wincing to the nail marks I've put in his arm.
"Oh sorry. My bad," I said, releasing my grip on his arm. I turned back to watching Bryan score a point, he had such a nice ass. His muscles were showing through his sweat-stain gym shirt. It was hot in August. He's hair short and blonde in the light. I just wanted him so bad, I could taste. His lightly tanned skin looked so refined in the light sunlight.
"I know you'll get him tiger," Josh said, nudging me in the shoulder.
"I know. Thanks," I replied, nudging him back .
We laughed at the other team for losing so bad.
~*~
"I see, have you been seeing someone lately," I asked Josh, who was still closing his eyes and relaxing.
I felt Jason jabbing me in the arm with his elbow. I looked at him and he looked at me with anger. He didn't want me to ask that question. He gave a look, "What are you doing?" We were talking to each other by looking at each other. When you're friends long enough with someone, you can do that.
I looked back, "Hey, I thought I was helping." He rolled his eyes and turned his attention in Josh.
"I guess. I'm talking to someone,' Josh answered my question. He opened his eyes and sat up. "I'm talking to Travis Mills. He's secretly gay and all, but he can't tell his parents. You know how religious his parents are. They would kick him out if they found out. Anyway, he doesn't want anyone to know that he's gay. So you guys can't tell anyone," Josh explained.
"Of course, you know you can trust us," Jason said with a look of disappointment in his eyes. "Right Noah?"
"Oh yeah, of course," I replied, feeling bad for Jason. He was such a sweet guy.
"Thanks, but I'm gonna to get going. I have to met him," Josh told us as he grabbed his book bag and walked out. "See you guys tomorrow."
"See ya," Jason and I said.
When we heard the front door close, Jason completely when into overdrive crazy about Josh having a secret boyfriend with someone else. It was kind of funny how he's taking all this so seriously.
"Geez, calm down Jas. It's not like he's marrying the guy," I said, reassuring him.
He looked at me with a serious look on his face. "Calm down? How can I calm down? Josh is with someone and they can end up together for a very long time. He could be going over there to fuck him now!"
"You're jumping into conclusions Jas. He said that he's waiting for the right person, so I don't think he's going to have sex with Travis until he's committed to Josh and out the closet. But you have to make your move before it's too late.
Josh isn't going to wait forever. I know you're scared, but senior is next for us and we won't be in the same school forever. We're all going to be at different colleges and stuff. We won't see each other as much. You have to do it by the end of this year," I replied.
It was true. We are going to different colleges. I know Josh already picked NYU, Ali and Mikey are going to Harvard, and I'm going to Columbia with Bryan. I didn't know what college Jason wanted to go to. Most of us will be separated.
"Easy for you to say, you're going to Columbia with Bryan. You still get to be with him. And why do I have to do it by the end of this year?"
"True, but still. We'll still be separate. If you don't tell Josh by the end of this year, then you might as well kiss your chances goodbye. I know that you don't do this year, you never will. It's now or later. Just think of the possibilities of what could happen."
"He might hate, push me away, use me and break up with me, all kinds of things. He would never look me the same if I told him," Jason responded, on the verge of crying.
"Or he could fall deeply in love with you. You two could be together for a long time," I said, patting him on the back. I didn't say "forever" because I didn't want to get people's hopes up and later crush them.
"Thanks Noah, I know you're right. I'll do it somewhere around prom or winter formal,"
he said, trying to smile but still had sadness left in his eyes.
"Your welcome buddy, I'm always here for you. You know it."
He gathered himself "I know. Thanks for the talk. It's going late, I'm going to head off," he said, grabbing his bags and heading for the door. I followed him downstairs, because I was getting pretty hungry. I wanted to cook something up.
As we reached the living room, the front door opened. It was my dad, he was coming home from work. He looked so tired. He works as a fulltime psychiatrist, which makes him gone virtually all day. He put his coat on the rack and looked up, seeing us. He had a stressed look, which he has most of these days.
"Jason nice to see you here, are you staying over or something?" my dad asked in a tired voice. I knew he had a long day dealing with patients.
"No Mr. Waters, I was just hanging out. I was just going home," Jason answered, trying to be as polite as possible.
"Oh tell your parents that I said hi," Dad spoke going upstairs to change.
"I will Mr. Waters. Bye Noah," Jason said before leaving out the door.
"Bye,"
I said. I went into the kitchen and made dinner for Dad and me. I always do that now. Either I make it or buy take out. We would eat by ourselves.
Dad came down the stairs in his sleeping clothes, which he wears at home most of the time. He headed to the kitchen. I made spaghetti with chicken. Thank god I was a good cook. I adopted it from TV food networks and from my mother. He sat down and I laid the silverware next to his plate. I sat down in my seat across from him. He was eating his food silently and one at a time. I felt bad, he's only like this when he's tired and sad.
Ever since Mom died, he's been lifeless. Mom died in a car wreck because of a stormy night. The weather was horrible and she was called to the hospital in emergency. She was a nurse and the bad storm caused the hospital to be on the edge, so they wanted the doctors, nurses, medical aides there and ready. She went to help with sick children and elders. On the way, the bad rain was hindering her sight on the road, so she collided with someone else's car. They walked away safe but unfortunately she didn't. She suffered so many injuries that her body gave out. It was all a true accident, the other driver couldn't see either. Dad told her to be careful before she took off in the car. This happened when I was a little boy, so I don't remember so much of what happened.
I remember Dad blaming himself for what happened and how much he cries at night. That was a bad time for him.
He got over it but he still gets sad every now and then. After that day, he promised that he would not let his grief affect the way I was going to be raised. He took me to school every day, hired a babysitter, and read books to me at night. He doesn't do that anymore now, but he's there when I need it.
He's the best dad to me. He went to my school events when I was involved in it.
He took me out when I wanted to eat somewhere different. I love him, he was a great father. He couldn't have done a better job. He hasn't met anyone yet, but he said he's just waiting for that person to find their way to him. He just wanted to concentrate on me growing up.
Dad was a very fit man. He had grey-stormy eyes that are completely noticeable if you stood in front of him. He was a little taller than me, but we look the same height if you weren't comparing. His dark brown hair had streaks of dark red in them. Our family line has dark-reddish brown hair. It wasn't noticeable in the dark but you can see it in the sunlight. His sun-kissed skin was twinkling under the lights of the kitchen. Who wouldn't go out with my dad? I imagine his female coworkers throwing themselves at him. He was good-looking for being in his late thirties.
It was quiet until I decided to talk.
"So Dad how was your day?"
He looked up and smiled. "It was same as any other day, lots of patients and paperwork to do. How was your day Johnny?"
He's the only one who calls me by my middle name. My whole name was Noah John Waters. He's called me that since I was five and still calls me by Johnny till this day. But he only calls me that when no one's around, otherwise he calls me Noah. He told me that when I younger, I made him promise to only call me Johnny when no one's around us.
"It was good, I did my homework and cleaned up a little," I replied, stabbing my fork through a chicken breast in the spaghetti. I took a bite of my cooking. It was really good.
"Good, you can't slack on homework you know," Dad stated taking another mouthful of spaghetti in his mouth. "You know Johnny? This is really good spaghetti. I like it."
"Thanks I watch enough food networks to know," I responded, happy to know he enjoys my cooking. It was a relief to know he can get his mind off of things "So is Bryan coming over? I thought he would be with you here," he asked, looking up at me.
"Oh, Bryan went to a baseball practice. He and the team are getting prepared for the game Friday. He's under a lot of stress. He's coming over tomorrow though," I answered.
"I can imagine. That school is huge on sports and the coaches really want to win.
Bryan is a bright young fellow. I think he will win though. I believe that."
"Yeah he's a great player. I'm pretty sure they have a great chance of winning," I said, smiling.
"I like him Noah, he's a keeper," Dad replied, going back to eating his food.
I'm glad my dad understands my relationship with Bryan. I told him when I was a freshman. He took it fine and reacted so much better than I thought he did. He was accepting me with an open-mind. He was a psychiatrist after all. I remember myself being so scared to tell him.
~*~
I'm pacing back and forth in my room, thinking about what to say to Dad. I had to tell him. He would find out anyway. He would catch me and Bryan in bed somehow. Or ask me if I had a girlfriend yet. I couldn't lie to him. He would wonder why Bryan is coming over so much. I just had to tell him.
Bryan was sitting on the bed naked.
The morning light hit his skin, making him look beautiful. We'd just had incredible teenage gay sex. I was in my boxerbriefs. Bryan was encouraging me to tell my dad.
"Noah, I think he'll be fine with it. I told my dad already. It worked out fine for him I don't think your dad's no different," he said, grabbing my arm and pulled me into his lap. He wrapped his arms around me.
"But what if he gets mad or kicks me out?" I loved the way Bryan held me in his arms. Those strong arms that felt good against my skin. I love Bryan so much.
"He won't. You're his only child.
And he loves you so much that he won't care and plus... I'll be right next to you. So you won't be alone," Bryan whispered in my ear. His voice was very sexy.
I pondered on this. "Alright, I think I'm gonna do it."
"Well, let's get dressed then,"
Bryan said gently lifting me off his lap, doing it very easily.
We got dressed and headed downstairs. Dad was sitting in the living room, watching TV. I came up to him, my nerves on fire at this point. I was scared, but he has to know. I couldn't hide it from him.
"Dad...can I talk to you," I said, walking up to him.
"What is it boys? Sit down, talk to me," he said, turning to us.
I sat down on the couch, followed by Bryan. "I have to tell you something."
"What is it? Have you boys got into any legal troubles have you?"
"God, no. It's something else. Something you don't know about me," I said, feeling like I was in an oven. I was so nervous.
"What is it Noah? Just tell me," he asked, sounding more serious.
"Dad...I'm...I'm...I'm gay," I finally said, feeling scared of what will happen next. I was on the edge of crying.
"Please Dad, I've known this since I was in the seventh grade."
There was a long pause of silence.
That made me even more nervous.
His face expression didn't change but then it changed to a relieved face. "Noah, I'm so glad you finally told me."
"What? What do you mean by `finally'," I asked, wondering how my dad knew before I told him. I looked at Bryan.
He shook his head and said, "I didn't say anything."
"Noah, no one told me. I figured it out myself. In elementary, you didn't want to play the racecars with the little boys. You wanted to play house with the girls. In middle school I caught you watching some porn site late at night. Then I was for sure when Bryan came over one day and I heard you two having sex. You don't keep very quiet though," he explained.
My face and Bryan's must have been fire red, because that was embarrassing. I was happy though. I came out to my dad and he's totally fine with it. I was filled with so much joy that I hugged him. I was crying tears of joy, because I don't have to hide who I am anymore. I can be me around him.
"Thank you Dad, I'm so happy you're okay with me being gay. I was so scared."
"Your welcome. I love you too much too let that get in the way of our relationship.
You're my son and I care too much about to let you go because you have a different lifestyle than other boys do," he said, returning the hug.
"Thanks Mr. Waters. I'm glad you can accept our relationship as well," Bryan said.
"Well, Bryan, try not to moan too loud when you two have sex next time. I think the neighbors heard the last one," Dad said jokingly.
We laughed about it and talked more about things I never told him because I was gay. I was so grateful that my dad accepted me for being gay.
~*~
We finished our food and headed upstairs. I went to take a bath. I didn't want to take a shower, I wanted to lay down and relax my body. I turned the water and wait for it fill up till the right amount. The heat of the water felt good. When the water was high amount, I dipped my body in there. Once I shampooed and washed my body, I laid down and relaxed the tense parts of my body.
I found myself thinking of Bryan and how sexy he looked in his baseball uniform. I wanted him here tonight so we could have sex, but he was at home sleeping probably. My cock started to harden and rise, poking out the water. I wanted to jack off, I haven't in two days. I opened the drainer to let some of the water down so I could jack off without water splashing everywhere. My cock stand up, I groomed myself pretty damn well. I shaved so there was no hair anywhere down there. I was circumcised, so didn't have to clean so much if I were uncircumcised.
Personally, it's least hassle to me. I grabbed my cock and stroked it. It fully hard and stood up to about seven inches. I was pretty average. I kept stroking it. I closed my eyes and thought about Bryan. His strong arms pulling my hair while giving him a blowjob. His hot, muscular body under his baseball shirt, his thick, big cock being shoved down my throat. The way he said my name when he was about to cum. I realized I was jerking off while thinking of this!
Then when he shoved his eight inches all the way down my throat with my nose in his hairless crotch area. His hot, sweet cum shooting down my throat, causing me to gag on it. I still had the taste in my mouth. The way it tasted...
"Oh fuck! Bryan... Bryan, Bryan!" I moaned as my cock squinted out my hot white cum, hitting all over my face. I loved the way cum is on my body and how sexy it felt. I was totally drained of cum. I loved Bryan much.
I cleaned myself off and headed to bed.