We walked back to the beach house in silence, the only sound the crashing waves. Once we got back the house, no one said a word. No one really knew what to say. I went to the room I'd put my stuff in and sat on the bed. I could hear people moving around in the next room, but I couldn't have cared less what was going on around me. I just sat there staring at the carpet. There was a knock at the door.
"What?"
It was my mother. She didn't say anything. She just looked at me with a sad look. I think she was sorry for me. The last thing on earth I wanted was pity. All I wanted was for life to have a rewind button. I couldn't decide if my best option was to cry, vomit or burst out laughing.
"Are you all right?"
"Yeah."
She turned and left the room. A few minutes later, another knock.
"I think we should head home. I think we've all seen enough drama around here for one day." My dad said, not fully entering the room. I walked out into the main room. No one looked up but my mother.
"Are you ready?" she asked.
"I guess so."
The car ride home was interminable.
The next day, I didn't have clue what to do. I needed to talk to someone. I wanted to talk to Brad. The only problem was that Brad justifiably and understandably hated my guts. I didn't know what else to do. So, per usual, I did nothing.
Monday came and went. That evening, I was still brewing about what to do. Next week was spring break and I'd hoped to take Matt to the mountains for a few days. Maybe Brad would go. I still wanted to talk to him just because. Rather than call, I decided I would just stop by. I got to his house and rang the doorbell. It was answered by Brad's father.
"Rev. Morgan, is Brad home?"
"Yes."
"May I see him?"
"I don't think that's a very good idea right now."
I looked confused.
"Come in, we need to talk."
I have come to utterly despise that phrase.
"Where is everyone?"
"In here. Please." He ushered me into what appeared to be a library or study. I had a feeling that this wasn't going to go very well.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"I know you and Brad have classes together, but beyond school business, I'm going to have to ask you not to see my son anymore."
"Why not?"
"Do you have any idea the havoc you have caused in this house?"
"No."
"Ever since Brad and you have been spending more time together, he's become...well...unstable."
I was confused.
"Some days he comes home and is so happy and excited that he can barely contain himself. Other days, he comes home and is so depressed, that he just stays in his room and cries. That kind of emotional upheaval isn't healthy for the long term. I don't know what you and Brad do while you're together, nor do I want to know, but you have hurt my son one too many times, Mr. Gerrish. So, leave him alone...please."
"I don't understand."
"Andrew, I'm not dumb, I know that you and Brad are together. Or at least have been or might be or whatever. But you don't understand the problem that presents me with."
"What, a preacher's son being gay?"
He just sat there, I could sense there was more to the story than the good Reverend was telling me.
"I have six children, my wife is a homemaker. So we've raised these kids on a minister's salary. There's no way on this earth I can afford to send them all to college without a lifetime's supply of student loan debt. A member of the church who is vocally and vehemently opposed to homosexuality offered about two years ago to pay for Brad's tuition. She was serious, in fact her lawyer says that it is in her will that should she pass away before that happens, his expenses are to be paid from her estate. I'm not about to let him throw that away on something else that may or may not be real or lasting. Nate has always been a problem child, but the people of that church love Brad to pieces. If it wouldn't be considered idolatry, they'd think he hung the sun, moon, and stars. It would devastate them to find out that he is gay."
"So that's it? That's why you don't want me to be around Brad? Brad is going to find someone...I'm not the greatest catch on earth, but Brad could do a hell of a lot worse than me. What if the next one comes complete with studded leather, tattoos, and a tongue ring- then you'd send him running back to me."
"I know that's a possibility, and they will get a version of the same speech you just did and I'm not about to knowingly jeopardize my son's life and future because of you. I'm sure you're a great guy who would love Brad very much, but you're just not worth it to me, I'm sorry."
My mouth hung open. I understood, but still couldn't quite believe what I'd just heard. I heard a noise behind me.
"Come in."
Brad peeked around the door.
"Drew?"
"Please leave us alone." his father said calmly.
Brad obediently shut the door, but the hallway was carpeted, so I couldn't tell if he'd left or was still standing there. After all this crap, I'd decided to swear off boys for a while. My experiences with Matt and Brad were enough to drive anyone up the wall- including my readers. Why couldn't I find a nice, normal guy who I like to be around, make out with- have a great gay erotic story to tell and just leave it at that. Why did life always have to come along and screw everything up.
Well, I was eventually ushered out of the Morgan home and I drove back to my own. I hadn't been there two minutes when the doorbell rang. My mother answered it. I was looking down the stairs and could hear Brad's voice.
"Is Drew home?"
"Yeah. Why?"
Why was she being so antagonistic? I think she still preferred Matt, even after what happened at the beach house.
"May I speak with him?"
"He's upstairs in his room. You know the way."
I heard footsteps and then watched Brad tromp up the stairs. We went into my room. I walked in, he shut the door behind himself.
"I heard what my Dad said to you."
"And?" I asked.
"Why did you come back to my house? Where's Matt?"
"Do you really want to know?"
"Yeah."
"Matt ran out on me. Said I'd made a mistake by choosing him over you."
"So, you came crawling back to me?"
"Basically."
He was silent for a moment.
"Well, you'll have to do a little penance." He said mischievously.
"What's that?"
He stated rather loudly and matter of factly, "You can kiss my ass."
It threw me for a second because I couldn't decide if he meant a literal rim job or did he mean it as the expression. It was the former. He turned his back to me and folded his arms. I was sitting in a chair and he backed over toward me. Getting Brad back was a hell of a lot easier than I thought it would be. I could feel the warmth of his beautiful ass nearing my face. I put my hands out and caressed the fabric of his jeans. I ran my tongue along the outline of his ass as my hands moved around toward the front of his pants. I could feel the bulge already forming.
I pulled his shirt tail out and put the back of it over my head, still licking the fabric and inhaling the scent of an ass that wanted me in it so much it was painful. I undid his belt, and his fly, letting his pants fall down to his ankles, now just the thin veil of, ooh, silk- he'd been pretty damned sure of himself, stood between me and his essence. I wasted no time. I pulled them down exposing the tiny little hairs that covered his tight little butt. I stood up and pressed my hardened cock though my own pants into his back and started rhythmically pushing. I felt our bodies sliding together as my hands caressed his stomach. It was firmer. I think Brad had been working out these last few months.
I took out my cock and rubbed it up against his ass, the feel of his skin sending shock waves up and down my body as I gently kissed his neck and shoulder. I could hear him breathing and moaning softly. I stood and turned him around; I could feel the warmth of his breath approaching my face as I truly looked into his eyes for the first time. I could feel the nervous energy increase as our bodies came closer and closer together. I opened my mouth and swallowed his. The wetness of his hot tongue, the roughness of his stubble scraping the sides of my face. The feeling was thunderous. His slender torso pressed up against me as he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in so tight it almost hurt- almost.
There was so much pressure inside my body, I felt like I would tear in two if I didn't have him. I could feel his hands on my shoulders, rubbing back and forth as his tongue tried desperately to take over my mouth. I wanted him so badly, I couldn't stand it. I pulled back and pushed him down on the bed and straddled his body. He looked up at me with a lustful fire I had never seen before. His eyes were so intense and radiant, that I had to look away. I stared instead at his narrow chest, heaving under my weight.
I got off him and wasted no time, I grabbed his hot cock in my fingers and wrapped my wet, hungry lips around it. I could feel its heat in my mouth as I sucked for all I was worth. He moaned and groaned as I kept up the intense pace. I stopped, change of plan. I pulled up his legs by his knees. He didn't know what I was about to do. I got in front of him and put his legs on my shoulders. The time had come at long last. I leaned further over and kissed him, right on his tight little hole. I pushed a little and my tongue slipped into his ass. OOOHOLYSHIT the feeling of that pressure surrounding my tongue. I moved it around and he went to writhing on the bed. I could feel the hairs on his legs straining against my unrelenting shoulder blades. I pulled out and went back to sucking up and down, the feel of his wet cock in my mouth. He grabbed the sides of my head and lifted me off him. I looked up at him. It was my turn. I rolled over onto my back and waited for him to make his move. What would it be? Mouth? Cock? Ass?
Here he came...straight to my mouth, but he went to the side. He took my ear lobe in his mouth and starting rubbing it with his tongue, his hot breath passing through my hair. He made his way down my body. He picked up my arm and inhaled all the way down, kissing the inside of my elbow. He kept on going. I was so far into it, that I couldn't have cared less what he was doing as long as he was touching me. All I wanted at that moment was for him to have his hands all over my body. I stared as his bouncing cock which was standing at full mast, just out of arm's reach. I felt something wet...I looked...he was sucking my fingers one at a time. Then, he put four fingers in his mouth and sucked on them. I drew my hand toward me, his head following obediently with it. I turned his head and kissed him. He got on top of me and we never broke our kiss.
We got the stuff on and I felt him pressing against me. His cock was begging for permission to enter. I relaxed and spread my legs. I could feel his cock head pressing against my tight hole. With the lube, it slid in. Oh the feeling of that rock solid cock in my ass! In and out...in and out. I moved my body to his motion; ramming his cock in as far as it would go. His breathing grew short and I knew it was about to come. He leaned down and suck on my nipples as the pressure in his body grew to the break point. Then it came...and came....then came some more.
...
"I needed that." Brad panted as we lay on my bed.
"Me too."
We just laid there gazing into one another's eyes. We got dressed just in time. There was a knock on the door. I answered.
My mother said, "Is Brad staying for dinner?"
"I think he should." I said.
We both turned and looked at Brad who was piddling with my computer.
"I'll have to call and let my mother know."
"What's your number, I'll call her."
Brad gave her the number and she went back downstairs. When she picked up the phone, I hit the speakerphone and Brad and me sat in my room and evesdropped on the conversation.
"Mrs. Morgan? This is Sylvia Gerrish. I wanted to know if Brad could eat dinner with me and my family tonight?"
There was some shuffling in the background and Rev. Morgan came on the phone.
"Mrs. Gerrish, this is Brad's father. No, he may not eat in your house tonight. He is forbidden to see your son outside of his school work."
"I don't understand. Why not?"
"You need to teach Andrew to keep his clothes on his body and his hands off my son." He was very forceful.
Usually, my mother met fire with fire, but she was so stunned by the unexpectedness of it that she just sat quietly for a moment.
"Besides," Rev. Morgan continued, "Brad doesn't own a car, how did he get to your house?"
I looked nervously at Brad.
"I discovered a shortcut. By foot, your house is only a fifteen minutes away from mine. With traffic, it takes that long in a car."
"Boys? Are you evesdropping?" my mothers voice said on the phone. We forgot we were on speaker.
"Brad" his father's voice boomed, "You are to come home NOW."
"No." Brad said simply.
Everyone sat in stunned silence.
"Brad, you know it is for your own good that I told you to stay away from him. That boy is nothing but trouble."
Mom was pissed.
"Excuse me Mr. Morgan, but that is my son your talking about. I do not appreciate you verbally accusing him of things that you have no proof of. Do you have one shred of evidence of them being anything but ordinary friends?"
"No, not exactly." He was surprised.
"This isn't is a damned Hertz commercial, so I suggest that you not drag my A-student of a son's name through the mud because your son is growing up and chooses to be around other people whom may or may not be to your liking."
"Ma'am, do you know who you're addressing?"
"I don't care."
"I am a minister of Word and Sacrament."
"I don't care if you're the damned pope, if you keep harassing and verbally assaulting my son, I will press charges."
I knew Ma was bluffing, but no one else dared question her at that point. She rarely went on a rampage, war path, or tyrade, but when she did, the best thing to do was shut-up and sit down- or disappear and let it blow over.
Now it was his turn. Listening to total stranger adults argue was rather fun.
"Ma'am, your son seduced Brad into having sex. Of that I am certain. Did you know Andrew was even gay or are you so busy protecting your sweet innocent little boy that you failed to notice?"
She was livid. In her regular career, my mother is a parole officer for the state penal system. When it comes to putting people in their places, she's usually the one doing the putting. One of her pet peeves is being contradicted and she tolerates insubordination from nobody, Reverend or no.
"As a matter of fact I did know my son is gay. He is in love with a boy. But it isn't Brad." she sounded triumphant.
There was silence. She just might win this argument after all.
"What do you mean?"
"My son is in love with someone named Matthew."
He sat silently for a moment, clearly concocting a rebuttal.
"Have you ever met this "Matthew"? Do you even know if he exists?" He was dripping with sarcasm.
"Yes, I have. In fact we went on a day trip to my parent's beach house, we just got back. In fact, Matthew drove."
"So your son is not only queer as a three dollar bill, he also a polygamist."
"WHAT?"
"That's right. Your sweet innocent boy is trying to ride two horses with one ass."
"That is not true." My mother stated.
"You don't know that."
"Neither do you, so please don't call our house again unless you have proof."
"You called me!!" He yelled into the phone.
"Then I'm hanging up." She slammed the phone down as hard as she could.
We heard her angry foot steps clunking up the stairs. She threw open the door.
"All right, you two. Out with it. I want the truth, every shred of it. Now."
Brad and I just sat there like deer in headlights.
"Time's a wasting."
We told her everything that we knew. She stood there, summing us up. Her medium sized frame was suddenly very intimidating. We'd told her the truth because Mom can spot a lie five miles away.
"So, Andrew Michael Gerrish, which is it? Brad or Matthew? Which do you want? I'll support you with either one, but not both."
I just sat there again. She was waiting for an answer. I didn't have one. I wanted Matt more, but Brad wanted me more. Brad sat there, the longer I sat there, the more figity he became.
"I can't." I said.
"Then your answer is neither?" She said, trying to clarify.
"No."
"Both isn't an option."
"You want me to choose right now?"
"This whole Matt versus Brad thing has been going on forever and a day. Now I'm tired of it and it's high time you made up your mind once and for all so we all can get some peace and quiet around here."
By the way she spoke on the phone, I think she secretly liked Matt better. After all, he was yummy eye candy. I contented myself with staring at the floor while my world swirled and threatened to implode.
"I need to think about it." I said.
Brad was hurt- majorly.
"I think I'd better go." Brad said, getting up.
"You're not going anywhere." My mother ordered. "My son either owes you a kiss or an apology."
"But..."
"But nothing, Andrew...this has gone on long enough...Brad deserves better than to be at your whim. So, either claim him now or set him free."
"It's not that simple."
"At this point, it's a yes or no question. The questions only get tougher from here on out."
"Do you love Brad?"
"I don't know."
"All right then, let's take a step back. Are you interested in pursuing a relationship with him?"
"Yes."
"Are you interested in pursuing a relationship with Matt?"
I paused for a rather long time "I don't know. I would, but he left."
"Then, you have your answer."
Once my mother decided to end a conflict, she would not give up until she had a definite answer in hand.
She turned to Brad, "I'm sorry I got your father so riled up, but you'd better head home and try to pacify him as best you can. If he lays a finger on you, you let me know."
"Yes, Mrs. Gerrish," he said hastily and rushed out of the room. He was too terrified to be elated. I was too terrified to be terrified. I knew a truth my mother didn't. Rev. Morgan really did only want the best for his son: to be safe and to get a good education. I can't blame him for that. I needed to cut Brad free. His relationship with his father may be ruined if I insisted on staying in the picture. Or else, Brad would cut me off to salvage his relationship with his father. I decided I wouldn't let it get to that point. I resolved that tomorrow, after school I would end it with Brad once and for all. I would rather be alone that hurt him ever again. We sat at the dining room table and discussed the situation.
Thanks for keeping with the story. I know it gets complicated and it's not your run of the mill erotica, but then what's 'normal' in life? I appreciate all your emails, both the praise and the criticism.
~Drew