DISCLAIMER: This story is fiction, any reflection of real life and any description of an area or person is purely coincidental.
This story is about a young man who discovers himself and love as well as a few supernatural surprises along the way. There is death, love, hate, friendship, and bigotry.
There are potentially scenes of M/M sexual contact in each chapter, do not continue reading if reading text of this nature is illegal where you are located, likewise if you are under the legal age to read pornographic material.
Please enjoy and feel free to send comments. This is my first attempt at submitting a story to Nifty.
Chapter 02:
The guests started drifting out by mid-afternoon and by 5pm no one was left but my mother and I. I began cleaning up the house while mother did the dishes, one of the few things she could do without wearing herself out since she was sitting most of the day. After everything was cleaned up we went out and sat on the back porch to watch the sun set, it was something we had done most evenings and something I intended to keep doing with her till the end. Today, as usual, we had my mothers favorite music playing in the background, and just sat quietly, each to our own thoughts, side by side while watching the sun set behind and through the trees of the forest.
As the sun was nearly completely down my mother finally spoke up. "Jake. I know your father and you never got along, and I thank you for staying these past few months with us for me, I know it wasn't easy, especially given what I suspect about who you are and who your father was even up to his death."
Uh oh. I wasn't planning on having this talk with my mother. "Mom, what do you mean?"
"You can tell me now son, you could've told me years ago, but I assume you were afraid because of your father. You're gay, aren't you?" My heart nearly skipped a beat, my face flushed and my body stiffened. "I thought so Jake. It's ok. I still love you. I know your father wasn't tolerant of it, and you didn't want to make it an issue. I thank you for that, but now there's no need to hide it."
"Mom, I..." I couldn't think of the words I wanted, no needed, to say. "I never thought you'd have a problem. Yes, I'm gay. I never wanted to put you in the situation of having to hide something from father or having to tell him if he asked you, so I just kept to myself and got out when I could. How, uh.. how long have you suspected?"
She smiled that sweet loving smile all doting mothers have. "I guess a part of me has suspected since you began puberty. You were just different from most boys of that age, and the older you got the more it was confirmed in my mind. There were things here and there that only a mother would pick up on." This definitely got me blushing. "I hope you know that the town is much more accepting than your father was. There are a few same-sex couples in town that I know of and probably others I don't. One is raising children that they adopted and none of them are having too many problems with the town. There'll always be a few people who have issues with it, but they are in the minority even here. You don't have to run back to New York City. I'm sure you could find someone and settle down here. You know this house and property will be yours in not too long."
"Mom, don't talk like that, you've got plenty of time."
"Quiet Jake, I accepted it 3 months ago, and even more so now that your father is gone. I'm just worried about you. I can feel it in my bones, I don't expect to see September. You're set to inherit of everything of ours. Your father and I worked very hard to live debt free and managed to do so even with my medicines. You'll have no debt at all, and we both had small life insurance policies and a savings account that we filled up with the money I inherited from my parents. You'll be able to live here in this house and not need to work for probably about a year. Longer if you get at least a part-time job. Of course, I would understand if you don't want to try and make it work here and want to sell the house and land and move away. I just want you to be happy."
"Mom, I...I don't know, this is all so sudden. I will admit that part of me is screaming to give it a shot, to stay for a while and live here and see how it goes, I thought NYC was what I wanted but being back here just these four months, I realized I took for granted just how much I loved the forest and outdoors and sitting out on the porch like this." I took a deep breathe, "maybe I will, but please don't talk like you won't see September, I love you mom, you're the only person in the world who I can have a conversation with."
"I know son, that's why I volunteered you for drinks with John. Even if he is straight, which I'm not so sure he is mind you, you could use a friend. John is friends with Richard Davies; Mr. Davies has been as close to friends with your father as your father would let anyone be as well as being your fathers' employer. Mr. Davies thinks highly of John, he wouldn't think such if John wasn't a good man. John also has a poor relationship with his father. As alike as your father and his father were, they were friends in their younger years, but after those two arrests in their early twenties and his wife and I telling them that if they didn't stop we'd leave, they stopped being friends and seemed to have at least stopped their actions if not giving up their opinions. I think you could find, at the least, a friend in John if you just try."
"Alright mom." sigh "I'll play nice as long as he does. I'll go out and have a few drinks with him sometime and see if we can't be at least friends, but if he's a dick, I'm gonna be a dick back. If I'm going to make an attempt at living here, it'd help to have at least one friend, but I'm not the same floorboard that I was in high school, it's time I stood up for myself in this town."
"I agree completely son, I've always been proud of you, but you've been making me even more proud the past few months."
The days passed and mom continued declining, it was almost as if she'd given up after my father passed. It was later the next week, I got a phone call Thursday afternoon, mom was still napping.
"Hello?"
"Hey, um, Jake?"
"Yes? Oh, John is that you?"
"Ya it's me, John, um, hi Jake, how are you holding up?"
"I'm doing ok, nice to finally hear from you." Ouch, oops, I didn't mean to be that harsh. "It's no secret my father and I never got along, I'm mostly worn out from worrying about my mom. How are you?"
"Oh I'm good, yeah, sorry about the long time to get in touch, I've uh, been, busy. I remember hearing that your father and you didn't really see eye to eye. My father and I don't get along either. It sucks huh? The primary man in our lives we want to be closest to and they're the furthest thing from the person we want them to be?" I heard an audible sigh over the phone, "anways, how's you're mom doing?" So we chatted for a few minutes before he finally got to the reason for calling.
"So Jake, I was wondering if you wanted to meet up and have a few drinks with me and a couple friends tomorrow night. We usually go to The Moon bar, it's only a couple miles from your place so you could even walk and not worry about drinking and driving! Annnnd you don't have to worry, it's usually only me, Simon, and Willy from our high school class there. My brother might stop in and say Hi, but he probably won't stick around, maybe a few older guys. So whaddaya say?"
I was relieved that he was inviting more people than just myself, but I remembered Simon and Willy from high school. They like John never went out of their way to physically bully me, but they would make some remarks about my weight and glasses and sometimes knock my books out of my hands or shut my locker while I was rummaging around in it or focus on me in gym class dodgeball, petty things like that. Well, times are different now, I'd stand up for myself this time if they started anything, I was better looking, smarter and definitely stronger, I definitely didn't want to fight, but I wasn't going to be pushed around either. As if picking up on my thoughts John said, "Look I remember what Simon and Willy did to you in high school, they've grown up, but I also had a talk with them and told them I was inviting you and that they'd better behave."
I was surprised at this, "um.. you what?"
"I told them to behave and not give you a problem because I was inviting you as my guest."
"Do you realize that it sounds like you're considering me a date?" I asked.
Silence.
"Oh.. I, I umm.. didn't even think of how it would look."
"If my father was still around... no, I promised I'd try, ok, I'll still go. Unless this is a date, which case you should probably tell me of the intention, but you probably shouldn't make it sound like one, rumors spread you know."
"They won't say anything to anyone else. They know better. But it's great that you'll come. I'll see you tomorrow then, 9pm?"
"9 is good, mom goes to bed at 8 so that'll give me time to shower, get dressed, and walk over after helping mom to bed."
"Excellent! Have a good night and I'll see you tomorrow!"
I hung up the phone feeling like I was about to walk into something that I was not prepared for but at the same time had been longing for. He hadn't said this wasn't a date, even though I mentioned that it sounded like one. I had no idea who frequented the bar; even though it was only several miles from my house, growing up I was always too young to go and my father disapproved of the place, saying a "weird lot" spent their evenings there. I continued thinking about the next evening until I got into bed.
By time I was working my way into my bed, I was stretching it out to be a romantic date with just John's beautiful body, his gorgeous eyes, and myself. Where we'd have a couple drinks, and then go somewhere where he'd fuck my brains out with his undoubtedly (in my fantasy) amazing cock. It was the first time I'd had any sexual inclination without the aid of porn since I got called home in March. What the hell, I'd been masturbating only to relieve the pressure that built up once a week or so for the past 4 months. To be primed and ready from my fantasy and not porn was refreshing, reminding me that I was still only 21 and very horny.
I threw off the blanket and began running my hand over my torso, while my other hand stroked my rock hard cock slowly and steadily. My roaming hand alternated between pinching my nipples, squeezing my balls, and fingering my asshole. It'd been nearly 6 months since I'd had a nice hard cock fuck my ass and I couldn't keep myself from imagining John taking me somewhere and roughly, but not damagingly, removing my clothes, and shoving his hard cock up my ass and riding me till be both shot cum everywhere. While running this fantasy in my mind, I continued stroking myself slowly until I came all over my chest and stomach. It'd been a long time since I'd had an orgasm that strong.
John seemed like the type to be hot and cold with his attitude, but fuck if he wasn't so sexy I could try to deal with it as long as there weren't any other big flaws. Before drifting off I noticed the usual wolf calls and answering howls and yipping out in the woods. It was a regular sound, one I'd gotten used to over my lifetime, but this time for some reason, one of them sounded exceptionally close to the house. They'd never seemed to come close to the house for some reason, almost as if they knew to stay away. Wonder what was different this time.
I woke up the next morning with a morning hard-on like I hadn't had in a long time. Was I really this horny all along and just needed even the potential of someone fucking me to get me this worked up? At the thought of someone fucking me, my cock twitched and my brain immediately went back to my fantasy from the night before. I decided to go through my bags and open up my bag of sex toys and have a little fun before my morning shower.
Finding my bottle of lube and favorite dildo, I laid a towel out on my bed, lubed up the dildo and began slowly working it into my asshole. I hadn't put so much as a finger in my asshole since that phone call in March until last night, so it was slow going and somewhat painful at first. Finally, it was all the way in and I could feel my body beginning to relax around it, and enjoy the sensation of it filling me up and the stretch. It was a feeling I most certainly missed. Imagining it was John's hard cock fit right in with my fantasy, it didn't take long of sliding the 8" dildo slowly in and out of my ass, angled to slide over my prostate every stroke in and out, and soon I was shooting a load as powerful as the night before except this time I didn't even touch my cock. Damn that was good.
I reluctantly removed the dildo and went to clean off the dildo and then got into the shower to begin the day, second Friday of the month. I had to go and run some errands and then take my mother to the doctor again this afternoon, this was a good night for the bar, I reasoned. My mother always went to bed early after her doctors appointments and stayed asleep through to late morning the next day, so I wouldn't have to worry about her.
The day passed slowly but with always something to do, so that I never had time to contemplate on the upcoming evening in-depth. We were just meeting up and having a few drinks and catching up. That's it. Not a date. Why was I thinking like it was a date? Why was I worried if it was? My father is dead, my mother accepts me being gay, no one else matters, right? If I was honest with myself, despite his disappearing for nearly a week before calling me, he was hot as hell and I could tell he'd be the bossy-top type that I enjoyed fucking my brains out so much, that is, if he was gay.
Before I knew it I was driving my mother home from her doctor appointment, and she was already beginning to get drowsy, so we went to a restaraunt for dinner since they could prepare the food much quicker than I could and she needed to eat before she went to bed. The food was good and quick and we had a pleasant talk. Finally I got her home and into bed just as she was falling asleep, "good night Jake, please have fun and don't be too reserved tonight, don't worry about me, I'll wake up tomorrow morning and I want to hear that you had a good time." I kissed her on the forehead and told her good night and that I would try to have fun tonight. It was shortly after 7, giving me plenty of time to finish cleaning the house and still shower and get off before going to the bar.
I once again found myself masturbating to my fantasy of John throwing me down onto the bed and diving down before ravaging me, setting a blistering pace fucking me that included hitting my prostate regularly. I was using my dildo again and was doing everything I could to mimic the feeling and still hold off my orgasm until I couldn't possibly hold it in any longer. It was a pointless exercise, that much rubbing on my prostate and the feeling of the dildo filling up my ass was too good. I shot a powerful load that covered my chest and left me panting with the dildo still held tight in my ass. Reluctantly I cleaned up before getting in the shower to wash myself and get myself ready.
8:30 found me locking up the house and walking down the road to The Moon. A bar I'd passed on my way into town for 18 years but never once stepping foot inside. All I could think about was that he better not be too late and he better not stand me up.