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Note to my Readers: This will be the last chapter of Dorm Encounters. Before you panic, I have decided to start a new series, to be named at a later time, as this series seems to have run its course. As such, the mailing list will stop after the mailing of this chapter you will read in a moment, and future posts will be made to alt.sex.motss. This is for several reasons, the most interesting of which is that there are now 271 people on the list and it takes longer to mail this to you than it does to write it! Nuf said? Nope-- one more thing: I have enjoyed this little series as much as you all say you do, and I continue to be flattered by your comments, suggestions, etc. Keep writing if the mood hits you!
Andrew
The Horny RA
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Dorm Encounters XXIII: Taking Jason Home!
We returned from Mexico much as we had left, but with one major difference. We were in love; true love. Never in a million years had I thought that I would find a man who made me so incredibly happy all of the time, but Jason had edged his way into my life quite suddenly and filled those shoes completely.
I decided that this was the opportune time to take him home to meet the folks. We sat up for several late nights discussing this as Jason was quite contrary to the idea at first. He knew that I had not officially come out to my parents, and he had listened to me talk about the for long enough to know that they were not exactly going to love the idea easily. But the incredible support we gave each other won out, and we made the decision to head to Atlanta the following weekend.
With the discussions over, I called home and asked if we could come and visit. While my mother seemed reticent to entertain a friend of mine, she agreed as long as we would only mess up one bedroom. Naturally, that was not a problem, if only she knew. Jason and I laughed hard and long about it.
Friday afternoon never wanted to come. The week dragged into infinity until my last class Friday finally let out. Jason and I met in my room and shared a few deep intimite moments before packing the car and heading out.
On the way to Atlanta, I gave him the standard briefing I give all my friends that I take home to meet my parents. "Here's some things you need to know, Jason. Just so you won't be surprised. My parents are mega millionaires, and act like it. The house was recently appraised at $32 million, we have servants, and there are a lot of things you can't do in their house. You can't smoke, you can't curse, you can't sit on any furniture that has ropes on it, you can't walk on any of the rugs, and you can't wander around the house unattended. These are the cardinal sins of the Whitaker Estate."
Jason sat and listened to all I had to say and smirked as I continued the "can't" list for some time. He seemed amused rather than worried (like most of my friends receiving this briefing) and that affirmed my realization that this was the man for me.
We arrived at home, passed by the security guard, and parked the car. Jason and I primped for a moment and went to the front door. After ringing the bell, the Butler led us inside to the room my mother calls "The Great Room," a room that is so incredibly huge you can't help but be intimidated. I watched in amusement as Jason glanced around the room, drinking in all the incredibly expensive things carefully and artfully perched here and there. Jason is a book fanatic and the wall to wall, ceiling to floor bookshelves that covered two of the walls, complete with the rolling ladder on the brass rail amazed him.
I motioned to him the furniture with the ropes, and pushed him into a chair that was safe to sit in. We waited for several minutes for my parents to make their entrance, during which the Maid took our drink orders and brought us each a glass of Chardonay.
Finally, (and you could almost hear the trumpet flourish in the background), my parents made their grand entrance. My mother and I hugged briefly, I shook my father's hand, and then I introduced Jason. "Mom and Dad, may I present Jason Lastname [:)], a fellow Resident Assistant and good friend?"
Mom and Dad ordered wine and the four of us sat down for the traditional grilling. Mom and Dad asked the basics first, like where are you from, what do your parents do for a living, what religion are you, etc. Naturally, I had coached him a little, and he gave all the right answers without straying from the truth. See, there's a way to talk to my parents that works, and a way that doesn't work. You get the idea.
After an interesting discussion during which Jason and I compared our experiences as Resident Assistants in different kinds of dorms, we went in to dinner. We were joined there by my brother and sister. Dinner progressed as any fine dining experience might, with servants passing in and out refilling glasses and plates, and the usual marvelously sintilating conversation passing back and forth across the table. Jason had the opportunity to speak more with my mother and father, and I could tell that my sister found him unbelievably cute as she began kicking me under the table.
Sis of course knew about my sexual orientation, and her playful kicks were to say, if nothing else, that she approved and that she was quite jealous. I kicked her back to indicate that I understood.
Finally, dessert had been cleared and coffee and brandy were being served in the Salon. (I've always thought I had to get a haircut in that room!) This is the time where most serious discussions in our house occured, and after some incredibly dull banter, I cleared my throat loudly, indicating that I had something to say. Jason was sitting next to my sister on a small sofa and I went to him. My sister with her incredible intuitive sense, got up and moved to another seat. I sat down next to Jason and patted his knee. I noticed that he was shaking and I looked at him and smiled. His expression told me that all was OK, and I began to speak.
"This is a rather big piece of news that I am about to give you all, and I am glad that you are all here together so I only have to go through this once," I began. In a clear, firm, and steady voice I continued. "I have thought about what I am about to say for several long years, I've thought about how to say it, when to say it, who to say it to, and what to say. After a lot of thought and some recent events in my life, I find this the most opportune moment to share this news with you."
I paused to let this sink in, and then continued. "I've known what I am about to tell you for a long long time. You've probably known it too, but were, for whatever reason, unwilling to believe it. I know only too well how conservative the thinking is in this family, but I want you to open your minds as much as you can before I tell you this." I stopped again and looked around at everyone in the room, ending by gazing quickly at Jason.
"This is the short and long of it: I am gay." I stated.
They all looked uncomfortable for a few seconds, then regained their composure. The look on my father's face told me that more explanation was warranted.
"I have known this since I can remember, and acted on it for the first time in eighth grade. Since then, in every phase of my life except here at home, I have been open and positive about my orientation. Before any of you speak, I want you to know that this will never change how I feel about any of you, and I hope, in time, you will come to think the same way. I realize this is a shock to you, but I know that you are all intelligent enough to think about this before you go flying off the handle. Finally, and this is the end of my statement, I want you all to know that Jason is actually a lot more than a friend to me." I took Jason's trembling hand in mine and squeezed it hard. "Jason and I are in love, the kind of love most people search all their lives for, the kind of love that knows no bounds, the kind of love that lasts forever. End of statement."
There was a long uncomfortable silence in the room, everyone taking all this in, no one willing to open up and talk. Finally, as I knew it would happen, my mother got up, crossed the room, stood in front of me and motioned for me to stand up. We hugged ferociously for several long seconds. She released me and moved in front of Jason and repeated the same motions, this time with tears in her eyes. She took each of our hands and said, "Andrew, I am your mother. I have known this for many years, and your father and I have discussed this many times. Though we do not condone homosexuality in general as it is just not the norm in our world, we love you more than anything in the world, and want you to be happy. If loving this wonderful man you have brought into our home this evening is what that means, we stand behind you one hundred percent."
My father is a man of few words, and he stepped totally out of character as he stood and began to speak. "I've known for most of your life that you were different, Andrew. I tried to interest you in sports, and that failed. I made you be a Boy Scout, and you hated it. I made you go into the Army, and you hated it, although I must admit you surprised all of us in your many successes while on active duty. In all of these endeavors, I tried to force you to become something I didn't think you were capable of doing: becoming a man. I have seen, though, in the last several years while you were in school and leading your dorm, that you have become much more of a man than I ever thought you would be. And I can honestly say, no matter what sexual orientation you are, that I am proud to call you my son, and honored to call you a man."
With that, he walked over and hugged me lighly and touched Jason's head as he returned to his seat.
The evening passed quickly with me explaining the homosexual lifestyle to my parents, and with both Jason and myself detailing our plans for our life together. Many hours and several bottles of champagne later, Jason and I headed off to bed, happy, relieved, and at peace.
We undressed in silence and took care of the bathroom things. We met back in the middle of the room in tshirts and shorts and hugged for a long moment, ending the hug in one of the most intense kisses of either of our lives. As our tongues sought and found each other in the warm confines of our joined mouths, a knock sounded at the door. I called out, "Come in!" while still wrapped in Jason's arms, and my mother came in with a smile.
"I must admit, I've never seen two better looking young men in my life! You do look good together." She reached into her pocket and pulled something out, placing it in my hand. I looked down to find two condoms. I looked up at her questioningly, and she said, "You may needs these, and I want you to use them, got it?" she said, smiling.
"Got it," I said, kissing her on the cheek. She left us and we giggled hysterically for several wonderful moments, ending in another wonderful kiss.
Much later, when the condoms were used and gone, we curled up together in the big poster bed and slept soundly.
THE END
Note: I can finally admit, now that we have come to the end, that the chapters about Jason (9,20,21,22,23) are all true, for the most part. Conversations have been rebuilt from my somewhat scattered memory, but the places, descriptions and people are representative of real things and people.
Jason and I have been together for some time now, and this will come as a shock to all of you that I have told I was lover-less. Sorry, but it was necessary to create the illusion.
We had the same conversation with Jason's parents who also live in Atlanta, and now our parents have become good friends despite the incredible social level differences, etc.
I hope you have enjoyed this series as much as I have. Jason is sitting over my shoulder at this very moment as I write, and I know that incredible sex will follow my mailing of this to all of you. I only hope that you experience some of the same love that I have both in your relationships and in coming out to your parents if you haven't or whatever. This life we live is not easy, but if we all stick together, we shall overcome!
Andrew Whitaker The Horny RA
P.S. The next series will begin in about a week. Look for it on alt.sex.motss. Peace!