Chapter 3. Outed.
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A special thank you goes out to my good friends "David" and "Kit" for their help, without whom this story would have been a lot harder and less pleasurable to read. Thanks also to Jonathan from Arizona for his knowledge of the American way of life. Thanks guys.
"What's going on here?"
Oh my god. Now what do I say? I looked back at Jordan. He was ashen faced.
"I think you know what's going on, Mum."
"I don't like what I see."
"Sorry Mrs Wilkinson," Jordan said.
Her voice became shriller, showing the shock she was feeling. "Sorry? Sorry! You, you pervert, corrupting my son like this!"
"There's been no corrupting Mum, we love each other."
"Love! This isn't 'love'. You don't know the meaning of the word."
I looked straight into her eyes, and said very seriously, "I do know what love is, and we love each other very much, whether you like it or not." I tried to sound more confident than I was feeling about her seeing everything like this. It was a shock to me as well!
She was silent for some time taking in what I just said. For my mum to be silent was no mean feat.
"You two get dressed and come down now! We have some talking to do, young man."
I let her out of the room. Will was coming along the corridor with someone's breakfast. His smile dropped when he saw the stormy look on my mum's face.
"Morning Madam, morning Sir," he said.
We both managed a curt good morning, then she was gone. I went back in, closed the door and leaned with my back to it. Jordan rushed over to me.
"David, I'm so sorry!"
"No need for you to be sorry." I couldn't think what more I needed to say to him right at that minute.
We hugged and kissed, and then I said, "I never asked you, are you out to your mum and dad?"
"Yes and no."
"What do you mean? You either are or you're not, right?"
"I've never told them I'm gay, but I've never hidden the fact either."
"Oh I see." But I didn't, not really.
Tears started to roll down my cheeks, as there was a knock on my door. Jordan threw his dressing gown on to answer it. It was Will, and when he came in, we told him all about it.
"I'm not going to stop seeing you J, you're the only one for me," I blubbered.
Jordan and Will managed to calm me down.
"If they try to split us up, we can run away..." I said.
Will looked a bit startled, and said "Don't do anything rash David! I wish I could stay and talk more about it, but I really have to get back downstairs. Well talk more about it soon, ok?"
With that we let him out.
"Come on J. We'd better get dressed and go face the music."
We dragged ourselves downstairs, wanting to hold hands in the lift. But there were other people on board, so we had to pretend that there wasn't a thing in the world wrong. It was very strange. We entered the breakfast room together, and yes they were all sitting together, with faces like stone. All four of them. Like a jury or something...
"Now Jordan, what's all this we've just been hearing from Jackie?" His dad said.
"You mean you didn't know I was gay?"
"It's one thing to suspect you're gay and another to hear that you are having sex with a 15 year old boy."
"I'm 16 in three days." I chipped in, trying to make it sound better somehow.
"O/k then a 16 year old boy. Just as much of a shock to us!"
"We're only thinking of you, dear." My mum pipes up.
I said to myself, 'bullshit'.
Then out loud I replied, "Yeah, right! No you're not, you're thinking of yourselves like you always do," I admit that I was simmering quite a bit right then!
"Now, that's enough!" My dad says.
"I was wondering when you were going to say something."
My father visibly worked at staying cooler than I was being, and said, "Let's all calm down here."
That's my dad, not a confrontational man. He would much rather sweep it under the carpet and pretend that it didn't happen.
"Whether you like it or not, we're in love, and nothing you do will change that." Jordan said, looking mostly at his parents.
"I wouldn't be too sure if I was you. There's quite a lot we can do, if we really want to. Please don't threaten us, son." His dad replied.
At that I'd had enough, I jumped up from the table and started for the door.
"Thank's a lot, Dad!" Jordan said as he got up.
He ran after me, grabbing my arm. I pulled him off. He grabbed it again.
"David, come back to the table and let's talk this through. Everybody has to get used to all this, you know!"
"They don't want to talk this through. They have already decided what they're going to do. They want to split us up. I just found you J! I don't want to lose you now!"
"You're not going to, trust me k? You've gotta cool down and help me, here."
"Yeah, o/k. I'll try"
We went back to the table. I stood there feeling trapped, with a look of defiance on my face. But I was trying to trust my boyfriend, like he'd asked
"There's no talking to you when you're like this." My mum said.
Jordan's mum spoke for the first time. "David, we would feel the same way if you were a girl, it's not just because you're both boys. You say you love Jordan, can you sit down please and explain exactly what you mean?"
"He is in my thoughts constantly, I would do anything for him. I would give my life for him, I love him that much!" I said, but I was sitting down.
"This is not the place to discuss all this. Lets go to my suite." His dad said.
At that I became really frightened again, and so my anger bubbled up all over again. I stood up and said, "This discussion is at an end."
My mum said. "David, sit down now."
"No, I won't. We are together and that's not up for discussion!"
I stamped off and J came running after me.
"Did you really mean all that, Dave?"
"Course I did."
As we got to the lobby they were all behind us, walking fast to catch up.
"David, Senator Flack wants us all to go to his suite to talk this over," my dad said.
I said to myself, 'fuck Senator Flack'.
And then out loud, I said, "Suppose I don't want to talk this over?"
"Please David, do this for me, o/k?"
I tried to regain my composure again. "O/k, for you. But not for them"
We both followed them all up to Senator Flack's suite. As we went in, Senator Flack went to his bar.
"Now boys, what would you like to drink?" He was trying to be all cheerful, like.
"Nothing, thank you." I said with ice in my voice, giving him one of my fifty guinea looks, as my mum calls it.
"Jordan?"
"Nothing, thanks, Dad."
"O/k please yourself. Let's all sit down."
"Boys sit down please, you're going to give me a crick in the neck."
"They're already a pain in the neck," my dad said.
"Very funny Dad, very original."
But we sat down, and Senator Flack continued.
"Jordan, David, you do know life's a bitch even for straight people, for fa... for gay people it's 10 times worse. I had hoped that you were going to follow me into the Senate one day Jordan."
Jordan was quiet for a few seconds taking in what his dad had just said.
"Oh you did, did you? You know, Dad that's a damn good idea; I could run for President, the first gay President of the United States! Just think of all the things that I could do for gay people."
He looked over at me, "You could be my 'First Gentleman', couldn't you?"
I laughed, "What about MY career?"
"Well, it would only be for 8 years."
"Oh, you think you'd get re-elected then?"
"I know I would."
Senator Flack looked at us in disbelief.
My dad said, "If you both carry on life as gay men, then me and your mum and Senator and Mrs Flack will never be grandparents. I always thought we'd have grandchildren!"
"Dad, who knows what the world will be like in 10 years time? If I married a girl, which I won't, what's to say that we still wouldn't want to bring a child into the world? Can you imagine what the world will be like then? What with global warming and stuff like that?"
I looked over at Senator Flack and said, "You lot aren't doing a lot to lower the greenhouse gasses."
"David, that's more complicated than you could ever imagine."
"Yeah right. If it is a suitable world to bring a child into, we could always adopt, foster, or even arrange for a surrogate Mother, with both our sperms. So don't say that you would never be grandparents, because you may very well be one day!"
"You've thought all this through, haven't you?" My dad asked.
"No Dad I haven't, not really. I would love kids with Jordan, but in 10 years time who knows? We only just met."
"David, it's not natural to love another boy." My mum said.
"What's natural for you isn't natural for everybody, Mum! Don't you think we know that Mum, don't you think we've not woken up in the middle of the night in a panic about not being straight? Most of us have worried about that, a lot! Do you really and truly think that we want to be gay? We didn't choose it. I would have loved to turn out straight, but I'm not."
I looked at all 4 of them defiantly. But I was hoping to see some understanding in their eyes.
I decided to keep trying to get them to see it from our point of view. "Do you know that when it finally dawned on me that I was gay, that I contemplated suicide? Well, I did, I didn't want to go through life as a fag."
I was looking at Senator Flack when I said that, but it was Mum who gasped, "I never knew that you ever felt like doing that!"
"Well, you do now." That's when I took hold of Jordan's hand and held on tight.
"Now though I've found Jordan, he loves me and I love him! I'm so glad that I am gay now. This is the first time I have ever been able to say that in my life! I thank God that I didn't go through with it! I love life too much to give in to today's society."
I looked at Jordan's mum.
"Mrs Flack, do you think that God still loves us because we're gay? I know what it says in the Bible about, 'man shall not lie with man' but I still think that He loves Jordan and me."
"Yes David, your probably right about God. There's been quite a lot of scholarship about gays and religion lately. (All the other parents blinked at her in surprise at that). But we are only trying to protect you from all the hurt and hostility you're going to encounter in the world. As Peter said, life's a bitch."
"We both really do appreciate what you're saying! We really do, don't we Jordan?"
He nodded yes. He hadn't said a word in a while, but you could tell that he was thinking pretty hard about everything being said. I love him when he's thinking hard. Yup, even then, I couldn't help thinking my boyfriend was pretty sexy. Imagine getting horny in the middle of a knockdown drag-out with your parents? Well, I was.
I took another deep breath. "But at the end of the day, Senator & Mrs Flack, Mum, Dad, it's our lives. We are the ones who will get all the knocks and nasty comments. What we expect off you lot is that you're there for us if and when we need you, cos we ARE going to need you. We want you to love us the same way that you would love us if we were straight. Life is going to be hard enough as it is, without losing the love and respect of our parents."
I started to breathe again. My mum came over to give me a hug, as Jordan's mum went over and gave him a hug. Then all 4 of us had a hug, finishing with both dads joining in.
Senator Flack said, "It's a shame you're not American, David."
"Why?"
"With a speech like that you could run for the Senate."
We were all in a circle having a hug when my mum said, "David?"
"Yes, Mum?"
"You need a shower."
"Thanks a lot, Mum."
We all burst out laughing, and Senator Flack said, "I was wondering where the smell was coming from."
"Yeah right."
We broke the hug, and then Jordan and I left. We both went to my room, and as we walked in it I realised what a mess it was. My clothes were all over the place.
I tried to think about something normal for a change. "Where we going today, J?"
"Wait and see, have you got a camera?"
"No, but my mum has, shall I go and get it?"
"Yeah, you do that, and I'll go have a shower and put some clean clothes on."
We went out, he to his room me to my 'rents room. I knocked on the door, but there was no answer. They must still be with Senator and Mrs Flack.
Meanwhile, back in Senator and Mrs Flack's suite, the boys' parents are still not happy about their growing relationship:
"You know Peter, Jerold and I really don't like the Idea of the two of them sleeping together and having sex, we don't think that they're old enough. What are your and Helen's thoughts about all of this?" Jackie said, looking at the two of them.
"Well, we look at it like this, we don't like the idea any more than you do, but they have slept together and had sex already. So isn't this like trying to close the barn door after the horse has already escaped?" I mean, do you really think that we could stop them even if we wanted to?"
"Jackie and me have always been pretty liberal with David, we've known for some time now that he is gay, we were just not prepared for this. They are also both under the age of consent."
"Jerold, Peter and I agree with you both entirely, we don't like the idea of our son sleeping with another boy any more than you do, but how do we stop it now? If you have any ideas I'd like to here them. It may be that we are all going to have to get used to the idea, whether we like it or not. We've all seen them together, they are quite clearly very much in love."
"Love or not, Jackie and I don't like it."
"Jerold, Jackie, to Helen and me, Jordan is still our little boy, whether he's almost 17 or not, and we love him very much. I don't want to sound dramatic here but I would much rather have him sleeping with another boy than have him in the morgue!"
"Yes, you're quite right about that Peter! Don't you think so Jerold?"
"Yeah, you're right Peter."
"So are we all agreed then?"
"Peter, you not on one of your damn Senate committees now. This is your son's life we're talking about here."
"I know that dear, but we must be practical and agree to say nothing and do nothing to try and prevent this from continuing, as much as we all disagree with it. O/k then, we say nothing. Helen?"
"Yes I don't like the idea, but yes. No further trying to dissuade them altogether. But we will have to try and talk to them about safe sex and the responsibilities of good relationships."
"Good point. And you, Jackie?"
"The more I think about it, the more I'm convinced it's not natural."
"Natural or not, do you agree not to say anything?"
"Yes I suppose I do, very reluctantly. At least for now. But we'll have to see about later, I make no promises about that."
"Jerold?"
"I'm very much opposed to the idea, but yes."
"O/k then, we all agree to say nothing. I'll see what I can find out off the Internet."
As I was walking away from my mum and dad's room they stepped out of the lift.
"Hello David, were you looking for us?" And with that we went into their room.
"Yeah, can I borrow your camera please, Mum?"
"Why? Where you going?"
"Don't know. He won't tell me, he never does till we get there."
She sighed and then rooted about, and finally found it.
"David, sit down please, so we can talk some more." she said as she gave it to me.
"We did all our talking earlier on, Mum."
"Sit down David, please."
So I sat down and she brought a chair to sit on in front of me, as Dad went into the bathroom. Then she took hold of my hands and looked into my eyes.
"David, your Dad and I love you dearly and don't want to see you get hurt."
"Mum, if Jordan was a girl and we split up I would still get hurt, but we're not going to split up, o/k?"
"O/k" My Mum looked resigned.
With that I got up to leave. Before I went out of the door, she kissed me on the cheek, and smiled.
"We love you, David."
"I love you both too, Mum."
As I got back to my room, one of the maids was coming out. She was about 20 years old and a stunner. Not for me though, I'm afraid to say. She gave me a nice smile.
"Morning, sir."
"Morning."
It'll take me a while to get used to this 'sir' business. She knocked on Jordan's door, and I thought 'this'll be good, he'll think it's me'. He opened the door with a big smile for me, but she got it instead. He was a little flustered.
"Oh, oh, can you come back later, please?"
"Yes sir, how long?"
"Oh erm, make it an hour, please."
"Yes, sir."
I was watching all this going on, when he spotted me. The look he gave me was deadly. I just laughed and walked into my room. It was spotless, she had picked up all my dirty clothes, even my boxers. I looked round for them, and found them in a laundry basket in the bathroom. She had even made my bed.
I went to my mini-bar to see if I needed anything, we could do with a few things, so I phoned down to reception to ask for it to be restocked. About 5 minutes later there was a knock on my door, and thinking it was room service with my stuff, I opened it. There was Jordan, wearing his Yankee replica shirt and track suite bottoms. I looked at him standing there.
"You gonna let me in or what?" He asked.
"Or what," I said, smiling.
We smiled, and I let him in. Of course! After I shut the door we looked at each other again, our eyes locked together, and we kissed.
"God, Dave I love you so much," he said when we broke the kiss.
"I love you too J."
Yet another knock on my door, and it was Will this time, with my stuff. He came in, and as he was filling my bar up we were filling him in on what happened this morning.
"Glad you got it all sorted, guys," he said, "but I gotta go. It's getting up to lunchtime and that's a busy time. I'm really glad you guys didn't run away and become street people or something, though!"
I let him out; and came back in to shower and change my clothes. If he can wear his Yankee shirt, then I can ware my England shirt. I too put my tracksuit bottoms on.
As we were going down in the lift, people were looking at us out of the corners of their eyes.
"Why is everyone giving us strange looks?" I whispered to Jordan, as we stepped out. He just shrugged at me.
"We both have our tracksuit bottoms on, so we can't have our flies open."
As we walked into the lobby, my dad was at reception changing some traveller's cheques.
"Wow, Dad that's good timing, can I have some money, please?"
"I call it bad timing," he said. But he spoke with a smile.
He turned to look at us, and as he did so the smile dropped when he saw my shirt.
"You haven't seen the papers this morning, then?"
"Papers? What do I want to read the papers for?"
"Think you better had, Dave."
I picked up the "New York Times" and the main headline said. ENGLAND SOCCER FANS RUN AMOCK
"Oh my God," I said when I read what it had to say. Then I thought, it's probably 15 people out of 3000, but that's all it takes to make headlines like that.
"I won't be long J, I'll just go and change out of this shirt."
"K Dave, don't be long."
"I won't."
I went up to my room and changed into my Nike shirt, then went back down to the lobby where Jordan and my dad were talking. My dad looked up.
"That's better, Dave."
"Thanks, Dad."
The doorman called us a cab, and we got in as usual while he told the guy where to go. This time I heard where we were going. Time Square... cool! As we stepped out of the cab I looked at my watch, 1.30pm. No wonder I was starving. I asked Jordan if he wanted a hot dog.
"I do, but you're not paying for them again," he replied.
He got us a dog each with ketchup and onions; we both had cokes as well.
After we had filled our bellies, I took loads of photographs, including one with Jordan. There was a Japanese couple with their children, who asked me to take their pic, so we asked them to take a pic of us too.
We didn't seem to be there long at all, when I looked at my watch and it was 4 pm. So we got the subway back to the hotel.
"I wonder if this is where they filmed 'Die Hard with a Vengeance?'" Jordan said.
I laughed at him and said, "It's probably filmed on a studio back lot. But it does look real."
"Yeah, you're probably right."
The heat was stifling. When we got back to the hotel our shirts were sticking to us. As we walked into the lobby it was a lovely blast of cool air.
"I think we had better get out of these things J, don't you?"
"Yeah I think we better had. Of course, I always think that, don't I?" He turned to me and there was that Twinkle in my eye.
"Your shower or mine?"
"Up to you, Dave."
"O/k yours, then."
We went into his room, which was very tidy, the maid had even made his bed. We stripped off all our clothes and he set the shower going, not too hot and not too cold. We stepped into it together. He was facing the shower and I was behind him again. I took the soap and turned him round so that he was facing me. I soaped his chest. He had beautiful pecks, and then his six pack of a belly. Damn, still wishing I had one!
I knelt down to wash his bush, moving his cock out of the way, and then I soaped that up. I turned him round to rinse off, and as I turned him, his cock hit me full in the face. I took hold of it with my mouth, just the head. God it was so smooth! I went down taking it all in and almost gagged until I remembered to swallow, and I was going up and down from tip to base. I looked up to his face and saw that his eyes were shut. I was twisting his cock all over the place, and with my right hand, I played with his arse hole, just pushing my finger in a little. With my left hand, I felt his beautiful orbs, which were like the rest of him, not too big and not too small. They seemed to move higher and higher in their sack, and then his cock expanded and he shot 4 strong blasts right down my throat. I came back up to the tip as the last of it came out. He pushed my head away.
I was still kneeling down, and when I looked at my own Mr Woody, he was looking back up at me as if to say 'it's now my turn!' I stood up, we kissed, and then we both had a proper shower. He knelt down to do the same for me but I stopped him. "No, not yet, I have something else in mind!"
We got out and dried each other, and then we stopped again and looked into each other's eyes. Who was it that said that the eyes are the portholes to the soul? We held eye contact for a long time, something I wasn't used to doing with another boy, but Jordan wasn't just another boy, he was my boy.
We went back into the bedroom, where I pushed him down on the bed and got him onto his knees and elbows so that his arse was stuck up into the air. Then, when I parted his cheeks, it was looking at me, and I tentatively put my tongue onto it. It didn't taste bad; it tasted of soap and of Jordan. It was wet with sweat, and as I licked it off, he shivered, so I put my tongue into it as far as I could. Then I licked his perineum near to his ball sack, and up to the top of his crack. He was making mewing noises like a cat, and he jumped every time I went over his anus. I could tell he was ready so I got the Nivia, massaged it in, first one finger then two, until eventually all three went in. He was now getting as flexible as me.
"Jordan, what about a condom?"
"If you wanna try without that's fine by me. There's been no one up there before you."
"You're my first too, o/k lets go bareback, then."
With that I soaked my cock with Nivea and pulling back my foreskin, applied yet more Nivea. I put a little pressure to his back entrance. No go. A little more pressure and the head slid in. I held it there and then pushed slowly in till I was all the way there. I started to long dick him slowly. At one time I slipped out, but it went back in o/k!
My balls were swinging about in the breeze, and then they started to get higher and higher, I felt it in the pit of my stomach, radiating out from there all the way down to my toes. I must have blasted 5 times and almost passed out with the pleasure. I collapsed onto Jordan's back, and then he collapsed onto the bed.
Don't know who woke up first, him or me, but the phone woke us up and Jordan answered it.
"Oh hi, Mrs Wilkinson, yeah, he's here."
He passed me the phone.
"Hi Mum."
"David, are you and Jordan coming down to have dinner with us?"
"Yeah, we won't be long."
We both had another shower just to clean the mess up. It's a bit messier without a condom.
I put Jordan's dressing gown on to nip next door, carrying my dirty clothes as I went. In my room I put my best pants and white shirt on, and then wondered shall I put a tie on? No.
I went back next door to him and saw that he had a pair of slacks and a casual cream shirt on. He was yet again quite stunning, and he was all mine.
As we went down in the lift it took me all my effort not to gaze at him the whole time, as it was full. We went into the dinning room, and we all sat together this time, as they had got us a bigger table. My mum gave us a nice smile, as did Mrs Flack. Senator Flack and my dad just looked, must still be smarting a little bit from this morning.
"My, you two look nice." My mum said.
"Thanks, Mum."
"Thanks, Mrs Wilkinson." Jordan said.
Jordan and I started the meal with garlic prawns, then we both had steak in some sort of sauce with mushrooms and lots of other stuff mixed in. My steak was well done as I usually have it. Jordan's was medium rare, as he likes his done. I think that's the only thing we don't agree on so far. We finished off with tiramisu. Our rents had some sort of red wine, Jordan and me had a glass too. They finished with coffee and liqueur and we just had the coffee. That was one damn good meal.
At 11.30 we had all had enough, and my mum stood up first, then we all stood up one at a time. Everyone got into the lift together and got off at different floors. We all said our good nights, and Jordan and I were last to get off.
"Your room or mine?" I said to him.
He raised his eyebrows. "You choose, Dave."
"O/k then, my room."
We were both too tired for a shower or much else but we got into bed naked as usual. We just kissed and I think we were asleep in no time.
I don't know what time it was but it was still dark. I had my back to him, and he was spooning me, with his cock at right angles to our bodes and nestled in my crack. He was playing with my cock, slowly wanking me off. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I saw the Nivea on my nightstand. I reached over to get it, and then I passed it back to him. He didn't need to be told what to do. He whispered into my ear.
"Condom?"
"No, thanks.
"This means we're really together, doesn't it?" He was speaking softly with real love in his voice.
"Yup, more together with you than with anybody else in my life."
He slicked me up, then did the same to his cock. First 2 fingers went up me, then 3, and he slowly slid his cock in. It found it's home real easily, as I was now getting pretty loose. He left it all the way in for about 30 seconds, and I could feel the throb of his heart through his cock. He slowly speeded up, and in that position he went over my prostate every time. He was still wanking me off when all of a sudden he shot, I felt his juice surge out 3 or 4 times, and then I felt him slowly shrinking. He wanked me for another 30 seconds until I shot all over my belly.
We then fell asleep again. It felt so right, I couldn't believe it.
To be continued...