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"Marc? Are you still there? Can you hear me?" I heard Taylor talking and tried to move my mouth, but couldn't get anything to come out, so I cleared my throat to let him know I was still on the line. "Are you ok?" he asked me.
"Yeah, Taylor... I'm here. I'm ok," I said. Immediately hearing me say the name 'Taylor' Ryan's face changed and he mouthed 'THE Taylor?' I nodded. "Taylor, I know it's been a while since I called and I'm really sorry..."
He cut me off. "Marc - you don't owe me an apology. Your mom called to check on me and said you had a new cell number, so... I figured I'd see how you were doing."
"How are YOU doing?" I asked. I really was more concerned about him.
"I'm good, Marc. I'm really good. I transferred to USF this year and your mom said you did too, so I figured we could get together some time."
"It would be good to see you, Taylor. It would be REALLY good to see you," I answered. "How long's it been? Like, almost 2 years?"
"Yeah... probably something like that. So, what's your schedule like?"
"Well, I'm going home this weekend - driving there tomorrow, actually. How about Monday afternoon?" I asked him.
"I can do that. Where do you want to meet?" he asked.
"You pick the place and I'll be there," I said. "Anytime after 3."
"Let's catch-up Monday morning. I'll send you a text and let you know where. That cool?" Taylor asked me.
"Yeah. Taylor, thanks for calling me. I'm looking forward to seeing you."
"You too, Marc."
I stood there stunned for a minute and felt a little emotional... missing Joey... missing his friendship, missing my brother. Ryan put his arm around my shoulder.
"You ok?"
I swallowed. "Yeah. Hey - let's start driving and I'll call you to talk on the way there."
"Ok."
I called Ryan as soon as I had my earpiece in my ear and turned on. He was, of course, concerned for me and wanted to make sure I was ok... and I felt better now that I was in the car. He overheard me saying I would meet Taylor on Monday.
"Are you free Monday?" I asked him.
"Yeah - why?"
"I want you to go with me. I want to introduce you to Taylor," I said.
"Whatever you want, babe." Fuck... it sounded so nice to hear him call me that. "Are you sure you don't want to just see Taylor by yourself to catch-up and stuff?"
I was sure. "Having you there WILL be catching up. You're a part of my life now and I want to show you off." I took a deep breath. "Did I just say that out loud?" I asked, jokingly.
"Yes - and I love that you want to show me off."
I was right behind him pulling into the Taco Bell parking lot. "I'm right behind you. I'll see you inside."
We parked and walked in together with me grabbing Ryan's hand to walk in the door. I saw some of the customers look at us and glance at us holding hands, so I immediately looked away and looked at Blaine standing inside waiting for us. He also looked at us holding hands and smiled.
"Fuck, it's good to see someone like you so open about what you're doing," Blaine said when I approached him.
I smiled. "You said 'we' earlier... is someone else meeting us?"
"Yeah," Blaine replied. "My boyfriend is coming too, but let's go ahead and order. I know what he wants."
I let Blaine get in front of us to order and Ryan and I stood behind him... still holding hands.
"Your hand is sweaty... are you ok?" Ryan whispered.
"Yeah - nervous," I said turning to him... but as I did, I noticed Derek from the wrestling team walk in. My first instinct would have been to drop Ryan's hand, but another instinct kicked-in and I squeezed his hand really hard.
"Ow - fuck!" Ryan said, looking at me. "What the..." then he turned toward the door where I was looking.
We dropped hands then and Derek approached us with a grin. "Hey, Marc," he said then put his hand out to Ryan. "I'm Derek," he said introducing himself.
"Ryan," Ryan answered and shook his hand.
Blaine turned around and Derek moved past us to go over to him. It seemed like slow motion, but I watched as Derek walked up, put his hand on Blaine's ass and gave Blaine a kiss. "Marc, Ryan... this is my boyfriend," Blaine said. And now, I was the one who was floored.
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Derek grabbed their cups and went to get them drinks while Blaine got their food and went to find the four of us a table. Ryan and I stood waiting for our food and I watched them get to the table together and watched their interactions. I'd NEVER seen anything that would have told me they are a couple. In all the times at practice - hell, even in the locker room, I'd never noticed anything that would indicate they were anything other than just friends. The night just got even more interesting.
Ryan took our cups to the soda fountain and said he'd get napkins, sauce and such, but I had the food before he was done with the drinks, so I was able to grab everything and headed to sit with Blaine and Derek. They were both smiling when I sat down.
"Surprise," Derek said.
I smiled. "Yeah... talk about surprised..." Ryan slid into the booth next to me.
"So Blaine said you're JUST NOW coming out?" Derek asked as Ryan sat down next to me.
I took a deep breath, looked at Ryan and smiled. "I feel like I need to get cards printed with this story." We all laughed.
"Telling it a lot, huh?" Blaine said, his mouth full of taco.
I nodded. "It's all so new - to everyone, to me - so, yeah... everyone wants to know about it. I... I'm bi. Ryan's the first guy I've ever been with and... it just felt so right. I couldn't fight what I was feeling when I was around him any longer, so I went with it. Luckily, he agreed to do this with me." I leaned over and kissed Ryan and he squeezed my leg under the table.
"Wow," they said in unison.
"So, you two aren't out, right?" I was still figuring out how all this works.
"We're out to some people," Derek said.
"Yeah, some people know," Blaine chimed in. "Our families know. Coach knows about us and 'Shave' knows." (Shave is another guy on the wrestling team. His last name is 'Shaver' and we all call him 'Shave.')
"Is Shave gay, too?" I was beginning to think this was more common than I knew about.
"I think he's kinda' bi, but we don't talk about it much. No reason to," Blaine said.
"So, Ryan... what's your story? How'd you guys meet?" Derek asked taking a bite of his burrito.
Ryan swallowed his food and I started eating faster, glad to have the break. "Marc and I met through the 'University Singers.' He said Tara is your sister, right?" Blaine nodded. "I'm Dr. Sumner's TA, so I met Marc at the beginning of the year... well, before the semester started, actually... when he auditioned for 'The Singers.'" He took a deep breath and kinda' sighed. "I was completely floored the first time I saw him." He turned and smiled at me.
"You never told me that," I said to him.
"You were 'the straight guy,' remember? What was I supposed to do? Send you a note that read: 'Would you consider cock? Check here - 'Yes' or 'No.'" Ryan took a sip of his soda and I laughed.
"Yeah - probably the wrong approach with me," I said, still laughing at his note suggestion.
"Anyway, he set up a meeting with me - oh, about a month ago - and I kinda' got that he was flirting with me."
"You did?" I asked, turning toward him. "You picked up on that?"
"Duh? 'Gaydar' here!" he said pointing at himself. "Besides, you were opening your legs so wide it was like you were waiting for a plane to land on that muscular thigh of yours."
I felt my face go red.
Blaine and Derek were laughing. "Well, look at that... Marc's blushing over there," Derek said.
"In my defense," I started, "it was the first time I'd ever been alone with Ryan - and something about him just hit me the minute I walked into his office." I looked at Ryan. "I mean - fuckin look at him! Right?" I turned to Ryan. "God, I SO wanted you to look up my shorts... I didn't even think about why, but I did."
I turned back to Derek and Blaine and they looked at each other and smiled.
We ate and spent the next half hour talking about all kinds of things. It was cool because I felt like we'd found another "couple" to possibly hang-out with. Other guys who could relate to us and could understanding us. And it helped that they had been in a relationship for a little while because I needed to see that this really could work for another male couple.
"So, guys... when are you going to make your relationship public?" I asked. "Or why haven't you?"
"I'm the fucking team captain, dude... how would that look?" Blaine answered.
"You said your coach knows? How does he know? What did he say?" Ryan pressed.
Derek glanced at Blaine. "He saw us kiss in the locker room at the end of last year's season," Derek said. "It was really just a peck, but he caught us and then called us to his office and asked us about it."
"I knew the team picked me for captain this season and he said it might be best to keep it to ourselves as much as possible. He said he didn't care and it wasn't any of his business, but he thought team morale might suffer." Blaine looked down after saying that, then looked up. "Now, I wish we'd gone public back then, but... well, we hadn't really been dating very long - what, 4 or 5 months?" He looked at Derek.
"Yeah - sounds right. But we spent a lot more time together over the summer and decided to get an apartment together for this school year," Derek added.
They both paused and I felt an opening. "This has all been really fast for me. I don't know what to do, honestly. I mean, I'm driving home tomorrow to tell my parents and brothers about Ryan, but now that I think about it, I'm really going home to tell them about me more about ME... and the fact that Ryan is in my life. I've changed."
"What do you think would happen if you came out now?" Ryan asked them. "I mean, is there any reason you're not doing it?" As he asked that question Ryan grasped my hand under the table, interlocking his fingers with mine. I kept eating with my left hand.
Blaine and Derek looked at each other and I saw Derek put his arm around Blaine's back.
"We've talked about it," Derek said.
"A lot," Blaine added.
"Yeah, but..." Derek stopped and Blaine shrugged. There was a weird pause among us.
"So, you don't have a good reason?" I asked. They shrugged and looked at each other again. "Are you embarrassed? Afraid of what the guys will say?" They both sat there thinking, so I figured I'd keep talking. "Guys, I AM going public with this. I don't want to keep this a secret. I don't know HOW I'll do it. I figured guys will catch on when they see us holding hands or kissing..." I looked at Ryan "Is that an appropriate 'coming out' with this kind of thing?"
"Babe, you do whatever makes you comfortable. As long as I'm in the picture with YOU, I don't care about the flash," Ryan answered and kissed me. The comment sounded so gay - even with Ryan's deep, husky voice - but it made me laugh.
"We could do that," Derek said to Blaine. "Just start acting like a couple and deal with it as it happens."
Blaine shrugged, but his face had gone pale.
"Here's my thinking," I interjected, "the only person I care about is right here. Everyone else can fuck off if they don't like it." I leaned in and kissed Ryan hard, pushing my tongue into his mouth for a moment... tasting the taco seasoning on his tongue and feeling so hot for him. We broke the kiss and looked over to see Blaine and Derek were just ending a kiss, too.
Ryan leaned into the table and lowered his voice. "I know this sounds gay, but it's so fucking hot for me to be at a table full of wrestlers." We all laughed at him. "Hey - I just had to put it out there," he finished and put his hands up in defense.
"Marc - thank you," Blaine said.
"For what?"
"For this... for following your heart. I know we've been pussy about this whole thing, but it's going to make it a lot easier with you coming out, too."
Derek took over then. "We've been together long enough now that it makes sense, but - and I'm not trying to start something here - but, Marc... this is still new for you. You say you're bi, but you're going to come out with this and...." He let that hang in the air and I knew where he was going with it.
"We talked about that," I said, motioning between me and Ryan. "I decided that it just wasn't right to NOT give this the same shot I would give any other relationship - new or otherwise. I wouldn't hide it and I shouldn't hide this. I don't want that to be the reason things don't work."
I finished my taco and sat back. I switched the topic to other things because I didn't want this to define me or any of us. I still needed to be me and... well, if this is the ONLY thing we have in common then it won't last.
After we'd each refilled and downed our drinks, Ryan looked at his watch. "Damn, it's almost 10 o'clock. You need to get going," he said to me. "You're getting up to drive in the morning."
"I don't want this to end, though," I replied.
"Me either. I'm glad we did this," Derek said. "We don't have another couple to hang out with, so it would be great to do this again."
"Besides that, we're gonna' need to have each other's backs once the team finds out," Blaine added.
Derek and I nodded. He pulled out his cell phone. "Let's exchange numbers and maybe do something next weekend?"
"Yeah - sounds good," I answered.
I looked at Ryan, but couldn't tell what he was thinking... oops, maybe shouldn't have volunteered us too quickly? Everyone got out his cell phone and we made sure we had contact information for each other. Then, we slid out and headed for the door. Once in the parking lot, we hugged and said goodbye.
"You ok?" I asked Ryan.
"Yeah - why?"
"Just making sure. I'll see you at your place."
He leaned in and kissed me. "Ok - be careful, babe"
"You too."
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I woke early Saturday morning and looked at the clock. 5:45. The only reason I could even see the clock was because Ryan was already up - his body blocked it otherwise. He typically isn't such an early riser, so the fact that he was up concerned me just a little. After pissing and brushing my teeth I went out to the living room and saw him with his laptop, sitting in his boxers at the kitchen table.
"Hey," he said, smiling, running his eyes over my naked body.
"Hi. You're up early," I said giving him a kiss.
"Yeah - just woke up and couldn't go back to sleep."
"Well, you made me go right to bed and here we are... awake before dawn. So... you never did tell me what bothered you last night... with Derek and Blaine," I asked, moving into the kitchen to get a cup of coffee.
He breathed out. "Just something stupid... but there's no reason for me not to tell you. Derek said something about Blaine smacking your ass in the shower and it just... I don't know... I guess I didn't think about you around all those other naked guys before. I know it's a sports locker room thing, but - it kinda' bothered me, I guess." He shrugged and had a worried look on his face.
I decided coffee could wait.
"Listen," I said approaching him. "YOU are the one I want to be with. THIS..." I said waving my hand at his body "is the body I want." I knelt in front of him and turned his chair toward me, pushed his legs apart and got in between them, on my knees. I leaned into his torso and smelled him... a deep smell. "Damn, I love the way you smell." Then I kissed his chest and kissed his abs... sticking my tongue out to taste his skin.
He put a hand on my chin and raised my head up to look at him.
"I am falling for you so hard," he said swallowing the lump in his throat.
"I feel the same way," I replied.
Ryan's eyes looked a little teary and I wanted to make this right. I got up and straddled him as the chair creaked under our combined weight.
He smiled. "You're gonna break this chair," he said teasing.
"I'd rather break this chair than break this heart," I said, putting my hand on the left side of his chest.
He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer. I had to lean down to kiss him, but I did - finding his mouth and his tongue - enjoying the taste of coffee in his mouth and the feel of his stubble against my face. He released my mouth and pulled me tighter to him, so I had to sit up... and he worked his tongue over my hairless nipple. My cock was throbbing and I could feel his cock throbbing underneath me.
He leaned me back like I was a gymnast... and I leaned backward putting my palms flat on the floor. My hard cock was jutting into the air as he leaned over me and kissed my abs, licked my cock and balls and kissed my upper thighs. He lowered me onto my back... the cold tile underneath me, then got up, extended his hand and helped me off the floor.
"Bedroom," he whispered, and I let him lead the way.
A bit of light from the kitchen filtered into his room and it was just enough to see shapes, shadows and outlines as our eyes adjusted and the first bit of daybreak began to filter in. I got onto the bed first and he followed, pushing me onto my back and kneeling in front of me. "As much as you love this, I should do this for you every day," he said as he pushed my legs up and exposed my hole.
The cool air hit my warm hole, but was quickly replace by his warm tongue.
"Ohfuck," I murmured. "Oh Ryan. Oh dude."
Ryan licked and teased my hole with his tongue... nibbling the skin around it... slapping my firm ass and grabbing as much flesh as he could with his strong fingers... kneading his hands and fingers into my thighs. I'm flexible, and opened my hip sockets as much as possible allowing him access to my asshole as he continued to explore with his hands and tongue - kissing me, licking me, sucking my skin. He seemed to enjoy doing this as much as I enjoyed receiving it.
We were both moaning, and the humming from his lips sent electrical jolts through my taint to my prostate and up to my brain.
"Babe, you're so hot," he whimpered and I smiled... hearing him call me 'babe' excited me - ignited my lust even more.
"69," I said, and he moved to me, straddling me and giving me access to his body. I worked my way inward - kissing, licking and biting his inner thighs, delighted to hear him moan as I moved. We're almost the same height, so this works perfectly and I pulled his cock into my mouth, hoping I was getting much better at this... but not worrying about it because I loved having his cock in my mouth.
I got some of the spit from his cock onto my finger and moved it to his hairy hole, gently pressing to give him some stimulation. I couldn't decide if I wanted to rim him or keep sucking, so decided to rim him THEN suck him. I put my hand on the small of his back and pressed down, getting him to arch his back so I could more easily reach my target. I used my abs to crunch forward, lifting myself up to his hole, holding my body up and dove in with my tongue.
"Fuck," he said, lifting his head up and taking a few deep breaths. "Ohgod that's good." He enjoyed my tongue for a few minutes, the spit cooling around my hole and making me shiver then pressed his finger at my hole and went to sucking my cock, so I did the same... gripping and stroking the base of his cock as I sucked... so ready to taste his cum. He used the same movements with me.
I willed myself to relax - ready for a release since we didn't do it last night. I could tell he was ready for it too and could feel his precum flowing more now. Ryan grunted and I took that as a sign that he was close, so I got ready for it... stroking harder and longer and keeping my throat open to swallow him... and then I felt it - my mouth filling with the culmination of his excitement, so I swallowed and breathed out of my nose loudly, my own orgasm building within me.
Swallowing for the 3rd or 4th time, I felt like I was ready, so I grunted to let him know - and not a moment too soon because the wave hit me like an explosion and I grunted and wailed loudly, releasing his cock from my mouth... gasping for air. His cock was still jumping, of course, but I was enjoying my own orgasm so much, enjoying his mouth wrapped around my cock and taking all of it and I wanted to lay there for a minute.
When he was done licking my cock, he rolled off me and lay on his back... our heads still at the other's feet. He lifted his leg over my body and let the weight of it rest across my torso - his toes near my face, so I kissed the sole and stroked his foot and toes while he kept his hand on my throbbing cock. I pulled air in through my mouth and breathed out of my nose to taste his cum... moving my tongue in my mouth to keep tasting him.
"You have the most powerful cum shots, y'know that?" he said, still breathing heavily.
"I've been told," I said, smiling.
We lay like that for a few minutes... listening to each other's breathing, letting ourselves come down from the high.
"Why do you call me 'babe?'" I asked. "Where did that come from?"
"You don't like it?" he asked, raising up on his elbow to look at me.
"Ohgod, I love it," I said, a huge smile on my face.
He moved to lay face to face with me, then reached up and rubbed my forehead and eyebrows as I smiled at him. "It's just who you are to me," he said. "You're my 'babe.' My incredibly hot, fucking sex machine of a babe," he finished and kissed me.
I pushed him back onto the bed and went down on his cock again.
"Oh, Marc," he said. He has a quick reload and I knew he could cum again. And then, I thought of a nickname for him.
"I'll call you 'cee-eff," I said.
"What?"
"C.F. - the initials," I answered, resuming my work on his cock.
"Marc..." he whined, "what is that?" His voice sounded very breathy.
"You're my 'Cum Factory,'" I said. "C.F."
And within minutes of strong stroking and sucking with my finger at his hole, I had another hot load of his spunk in my mouth and down my throat. Ryan... my personal Cum Factory!
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"Are you sure you don't want to come with me?" I asked him again as I was heading toward the door. I had a mock frown on my face.
"Babe, I think you need to be alone with your family for this. Besides, there's plenty of time," he kissed me on the forehead, then gently on the lips.
I dropped my bag to the floor and pulled him against me - hard - my passion for him hadn't subsided all morning and I had sucked him off again in the shower - receiving a third load of his cum down my throat in less than an hour.
"Holy fuck you're horny today," he said, pulling back a bit as I dove for his mouth, pressing my face to his face so hard that my lips hurt.
"I just want you so bad," I said.
"You have me," he replied. "I'm yours."
I felt like a man unchained... let loose. And I wanted him by my side to show him off to my parents.
"I'm in a mood today, I guess," I said, letting him go and grabbing my bag from the floor. "You're just... you're so in my head right now. God, I feel like I can't think about anything else except you."
He smiled at me and his face flushed. He brought his hand to my face and held me in his palm. "That's the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me. I don't want to ever hear anyone else say it to me - ever again."
I wanted to tell him 'I love you.' I felt it in my bones and wanted to get it out there, but I couldn't. It was too soon. My shoulders sagged because I wanted to be with him all day.
He moved for the door. "Don't put that bag down again," he scolded with a smirk, "or you won't get home in time for everything you want to do today." He opened the door and I started walking out - part of me on a cloud and another part of me very sad to be away from him for more than 24 hours.
"Can we talk on the phone while I drive?" I asked.
"Yeah, let me get some laundry going. I'll call you in a few, ok?"
"Ok." I kissed him goodbye - careful to make it a kiss and not another make-out session, then headed for my car.
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We talked for the 80 minute drive to my parent's house in Orlando, and as I was pulling into the gated subdivision, we finally said 'good-bye' so I could concentrate on getting to their house. I'd only driven there two other times since they always picked me up from the airport when I flew in from Boston. I felt a small pang of guilt about not visiting more.
My father owns an investment firm. Opened his first office in California when I was young, bought-up several smaller firms through the years and built it into a thriving business. He finally decided that the taxes and cost-of-living were just too much to remain in California, so he and a handful of his employees moved to Orlando about 18 months ago.
My two other brothers were excited about the move. Chris is 18 now, a senior in high school, and could easily be mistaken for my twin in looks and body size. He's an excellent wrestler and is ranked 3rd in the State in his weight class for high school - much higher than I ever made it. While I was home this weekend, I was looking forward to wrestling with him in the room dad set-up for us off from the garage. Our youngest brother, Brody, is 17. NOT built like a wrestler - he's still very much an athlete and is the kicker for the high school football team, then plays baseball in the spring. The two of them remind me so much of me and Joey... almost the same age difference apart and, like Joey and I were, they are best friends.
My parents own an amazing house on a lake and I am awed by it every time I pull into the driveway. Still, it didn't quite "feel" like home to me yet, so I hesitated slightly before turning the key in the lock and walking inside.
"Lucy, I'm home," I yelled. Immediately I heard footsteps upstairs, then saw my brothers bounding down the stairs to grab me.
"Ohmygod, look at you," Chris said. "Fuck you've gotten cut up, bro!" He ran at me so hard that my back hit the front door with a resounding 'thud' as we hugged and started laughing.
"Hey - language," my dad said, meeting us in the entryway. Chris let me go so Brody could step in. "Hey 'big bro'," he said grabbing me into a bear hug.
"Holy shit, you've grown," I said to Brody. He stepped back and smiled. "Yeah, I have," he said.
"Hey 'Sport,'" my dad said hugging me.
"Hey 'Sport,'" I answered back, as was our routine.
"Good to see you... and - yeah - you do look good," he said.
"Thanks," I said. "Where's mom?"
Chris grabbed my bag and took it to my room upstairs.
"She should be home any minute... went to get more groceries. You hungry? Need anything?" he asked while walking to the kitchen.
"Yeah - I'll get some water," I said.
My dad and I were alone in the kitchen while I got a glass and got water from the door of the fridge. He was sitting in a bar stool watching me and, as I turned toward him, I knew he suspected something.
"So..." he paused "you must want to talk about something."
I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and grinned. "You know me too well," I said.
"It's written all over your face, son," he smiled and I smiled. It made me think of Ryan and how well he could read me. "Everything ok? Are you in trouble or something?"
"No, dad... nothing like that. I think I'd rather talk to you and mom together, if that's ok."
"Sure, sure... whatever you like. But you know you can always talk to me... about anything, anytime - right?"
I got a lump in my throat and felt my heartbeat rise. This is a man I respect so much. I don't want to let him down. I don't want him to be disappointed in me. Suddenly, I was a little kid standing in front of him with a note from my teacher saying that I'd pushed a girl down on the playground and would need to serve detention. And then - flash forward - I'm my own man standing in this kitchen in front of THE man who has always been there for me... and I smiled at him.
He read it all on my face and smiled back at me.
"I know, dad... and that's why I'm home today."
He cleared his throat just as we heard the garage door opening. "I think I know what it is," he said, "but let's help your mom with the groceries then we can talk."
My mother looked amazing. She could just as easily have come from brunch at the country club or something - she was always so well put-together and said she thought I'd gotten more handsome and said something looked different about me. Of course, I smiled and thanked her, but the minute she looked at my father she knew something was up.
I carried most of the groceries in one trip - grabbing most of the plastic bags and leaving the lighter items for my mom. We started to put the cold and frozen things away and I could tell my dad was anxious to talk.
"It's nothing bad, dad," I said to him and he seemed to calm down a little and smiled at me.
"Hey - you're my kid. I want to hear your news," he said.
"Well, I'll get the rest of this later, then," my mom said since everything was put in the fridge and freezer. "Let's talk."
Dad led the way into his home office and closed the door behind us. My mom took a leather wing chair, I sat on the sofa and my dad sat next to me - always taking the "equal position" with me when he could. That's what I loved about talking with him and I cussed at myself internally for not talking with him sooner.
I took a deep breath. "You know I like to be direct, so that's what I'm going to do. I'm dating someone..."
My dad interrupted. "I knew it. You're in love." He was beaming as he looked at my mom.
"It's not that simple, dad."
"Oh God, is she pregnant?" my mom asked, her hand going to her face, covering her mouth.
I smiled and chuckled. "No... nothing like that. Would you two stop interrupting?"
We all laughed. "Sorry," my dad said smiling... anxious. "Go on... we'll be quiet."
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath... imagining Ryan's face in my mind, smiled, then opened my eyes to look at them.
"I'm dating another man," I said.
Silence... like, 'crickets silence.' Neither of them moved for a moment, then my mom shifted in her seat.
"Is it Taylor?" she asked.
"What? No. I didn't even know he was in Tampa until he called me yesterday. No, his name is 'Ryan' and he's a grad student at USF and the TA for one of my professors."
My dad put his hand on my shoulder. "So, was I right about you being in love?"
"You might be, dad, though it's WAY too soon for that word right now."
I spent the next minutes explaining the past few weeks - leaving out ALL references to Joe's, of course - and told them that it felt like an awakening.
"I never dealt with Joey's accident," I said - unable to say the word 'death' in front of my parents. "This counselor is helping me deal with it, and - in the process - I realized my true interest in Ryan. I already knew Ryan and there was a spark or something between us. I could feel it and he said he could, too. It has nothing to do with Joey, per se, but I think dealing with it made me more open to it."
I watched as a tear rolled down my mom's cheek. "Are you happy?" she asked.
"Mom... I'm ecstatic. He's amazing and so good for me. We're a great balance for each other. You know how I over-think everything, well he's the opposite... very grounded."
"How old is he?" dad asked.
"He's 22... will be 23 in about five months." I answered.
My dad sat there and just nodded. My mom relaxed her prim posture and slouched down in the seat.
"Ok - what are you thinking, guys?" I asked.
"Well, I wasn't expecting this," my dad said.
"Me either," mom added. "Do your brothers know?"
"No. I want to tell them this weekend," I said.
"So this IS something serious?" If I was telling my brothers he knew the answer to that question.
I shrugged. "I don't know how serious it is, but we're dating and I'm not going to keep it a secret, even at school." He looked at my mom. "Yes, that means that the wrestling team will know about it... and I don't care," I added, my voice rising a little.
He patted my shoulder and my mom came over and sat next to me on the couch - now I WAS the little kid, with a parent on each side.
"Are you ok?" she asked.
I smiled at her. "Mom, I'm better than ok." I pulled my phone out of my pocket and pulled up a picture of Ryan. "This is him," I proudly stated.
"He's nice-looking," she said, handing the phone to my father.
Dad took a cursory glance before handing the phone back to me.
I got up and stood in front of them, my parents now sitting down in front of me. "Look - all out here, ok? I'm bisexual. I didn't know it before Ryan, but that's got to be what it is. I still like women - I love sex with... oops, sorry mom - but Ryan is who I want to be with right now. I don't know where it will end up and I don't care. I'm not going through 'a phase' or 'experimenting in college.' We have a connection - Ryan and me - and I want to go with it and see where it takes us."
I think I'd said what I needed to say and stood there with my hands on my hips waiting for a response.
"You are incredibly precious to us," my mom started. "There's nothing you could do to change the way we feel about you or how much we love you. If you're happy, then I'm happy for you," she said smiling, and got up to hug me. My dad got up and hugged me when my mom was done, then he brought her in - all of us forming a little circle with a hand on each other's waists.
"I just worry for you," my dad said. "That's all. I won't be an easy choice."
I nodded. "What's crazy, though, is that I feel like I have no choice. It's like 'choose Ryan' or 'choose not to live life.'"
My parents smiled at each other, then we pulled together for a group hug.
"It sounds like you've made the right decision, 'Sport,'" my dad said... and the adrenaline and tension that had been building-up inside me was immediately gone.
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I went up to my room to call Ryan and had to make it quick since my mom would have lunch ready soon.
"Wow... that's amazing," he said.
"I know."
"So when are you going to tell your brothers?" he asked.
"I don't want to tell either of them tonight. It might mess-up Brody's concentration in the game tonight - well, depending on what's up after the game we might hang-out and talk or I'll tell them tomorrow before I head back."
"Are you going to tell them together?" Ryan was helping me work through the process.
"I think so. I think they'd be mad if I told one first... like trying to figure out if the other one is my favorite brother or something," I said laughing.
We talked for a few more minutes until Brody knocked on my door and said, "lunch."
"I need to go, CF."
"Ok, babe. Let me know how it goes with the bro's."
"I will. Bye."
"Bye."
My heart sank getting off the phone with him, but I closed my eyes and thought of his naked body and that made me smile... and - FUCK - now I was feeling horny again!
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"So what's the plan for the day, boys?" my dad asked as we were finishing lunch.
"I need to be at school by 4:00," Brody said. "Remember, kick-off is at 6."
Chris punched him in the thigh with his middle knuckle out. "How could we forget, shit-tard?"
My mom shrugged her shoulders and my dad looked at me as they were rough-housing with each other. We were never allowed to cuss at the table before and CERTAINLY couldn't play around... but parents always relax as they age and, by this time, Chris and Brody were getting the benefit of having two older brothers.
"I'm hanging with Shanah then we're coming to the game," Chris said.
My dad and I both sang the line "Sha-Nah" from Ferris Bueller's Day Off. (When Jeanie is in the office and meets bad-boy Garth, played by Charlie Sheen.)
Dad reached out and put his hand on my arm. "What's 'my oldest' doing today?"
"No plans," I said smiling.
"Let's go to the 'Bass Pro Shop' and tool around for a few hours. Whatcha' say?"
I looked at Mom and wanted to be around her too. "Are you busy tomorrow, Mom? Can I spend some time with you before I leave?"
She smiled and seemed happy that I'd suggested it. "I'd like that very much, Marc. We'll go to brunch, ok? Just the two of us."
I nodded and we all got up to help clean off the table.
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"Are you really doing ok, Marc?" my dad asked as he was driving. "It's just you and me... you can tell me anything."
"Dad, it's crazy, but - yeah - I'm doing really well. This was a difficult decision at first, but when I just let go it was so clear to me."
He glanced at me and smiled. "Y'know, you CAN call me from college... just to talk or to get advice. If I'm in a meeting, I'll call you back or, if you text me and say it's important, I'll call you right back."
"I know. I love you, Sport," I said.
"I love you, too, Sport."
Once we got to Bass Pro, it was clear that dad wanted to spend money on me. While we were near the mall he asked if I needed shoes or clothes. I figured I should let him buy me something and since I needed new running shoes I let him buy them for me. By the time we found some I liked, it was time to head back.
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"Mom, do you know if the boys have an extra school shirt I can wear?" I asked coming back into the house from hanging with dad. Since I didn't go to this high school, I didn't have any shirts to show school spirit.
"Check Chris's room," she said. "His might be the only one that would fit you anyway."
I went upstairs and headed to look through Chris's dresser. I felt like a bit of a snoop, and was just looking for a t-shirt, but while searching I saw condoms, lube and a few porn mags. I knew mom didn't come into our rooms and we'd always had the freedom to keep porn, so I closed his bedroom door and flipped through a few of the mags before I put them back. Damn... I was missing pussy already. In the back of my mind, I wondered if Ryan would ever let me 'step out' for some, but that was crazy. Why would he do that? No - he shouldn't do that. Could I ask him? No - I couldn't do that.
I decided to take a quick shower before the game, even though the stadium is outside. It was odd. I felt like I was cheating on Ryan when all I wanted to do was look good in case someone wanted to look at me... and, for the first time, I wondered if GUYS would be checking me out.
We got to the stadium, and even though I ate just before leaving the house, I was hungry again. Mom wanted a diet coke, dad wanted a root beer and I wanted a couple of hamburgers and some water, so I headed to the concession stand, making a pit-stop in the bathroom.
Just like most restrooms, this one was busy and I stood in line behind a couple of guys waiting for the next available place to pee. Of course, I didn't care if it was urinal or not, but I know some guys do, so when the guy in front of me told me to go ahead when the next urinal opened up, I went in front of him.
Approaching the urinals I began to see why he might have been nervous. There was, of course, only one empty urinal and it was right in the middle - a big black dude on the left and a gorgeous - and built - 30-something white guy on the right. I stepped between them, unzipped my shorts and flopped my four-inch soft cock out and started pissing immediately. Ahhh... felt great. I looked ahead at the wall and in my peripheral vision noticed the white guy look down - checking out my cock - then look back up to my face. The black guy zipped up, but no one took his place, and then I looked at the white guy's face. He made a very small movement - almost imperceptible - where he opened his mouth and moved his tongue around - and I knew he was suggesting sucking my cock.
I was done pissing so I shook off, zipped up and headed for the sinks. He followed right after, taking the sink next to me, then met my eyes in the mirror. He smiled, but I looked down to rinse my hands, turned off the tap and went to get paper towels. I was torn - not over whether I was going to do anything with this guy - because I wasn't - but over whether to flirt a little... just to see if... well, to see if I could. I did turn to look at him while I was drying his hands. He had a nice ass, and I made sure he saw me looking, which elicited a huge smile from him. But as he turned the water off, I headed out... still needing to get to the concession stand before kick-off.
Again, I found myself waiting in line at the concession stand. I looked down at my watch to make sure I wouldn't miss kick-off and noticed that the guy behind me was invading my space. I turned to look and it was the same 30-something white guy from the bathroom.
He leaned in closer. "So... you wanna?" he asked me. There was no one close enough to hear, especially over the stadium noise, but I was glad he was being discreet.
"I can't," I said. "I'm with someone."
"My loss," he said and stepped back.
I found my parents and Chris in the stands and was glad I got extra hamburgers, water and another soda. Chris wanted the extra hamburgers and water and his girlfriend took the extra soda.
I love football games, but I'm careful about screaming too much. For one thing, it's mostly just annoying to the people sitting around you, but - more importantly for me - it's a voice wrecker. Even with Brody's team up the entire game - and winning - I left the game as the only one who wasn't hoarse.
By the time we got home I was ready to talk with Ryan, so I headed to my bedroom and got my phone out. He'd been texting me all night - trying to be funny because I told him earlier that Chris was sitting right next to me, so I couldn't text - but he just kept sending them... even sending me several more suggestive, half-naked body shots.
We talked for about an hour, mostly about nothing, until there was a knock at my door.
"Come in."
It was Chris. "Hey - whatcha' doing?" he asked.
"Hey - let me call you back later, ok?" I said to Ryan.
"Yep - bye."
"Bye."
I turned back to Chris. "Nothing, come in... or you wanna go somewhere?"
"No. Hanging here is fine."
"What are you doing home so early?" I asked him.
"Shanah got her fuckin' period and didn't feel well, so I took her lame ass home."
"Sorry, bro," I said, suddenly uncomfortable.
Chris shut the door and sat on the floor, leaning against my dresser to face me while I sat-up on the bed. "So, you came home for a reason," he said. "To talk to mom and dad about something important. I know that 'cause you were in his office earlier."
I smiled. "What? Are you a spy now?"
"No, I was looking for mom and heard you all talking through the door," he said.
"You heard us?"
"I couldn't hear what you were saying... just voices. That's how I knew you were in there. Everything ok?"
I took a deep breath. "I want to talk to you and Brody together about it."
He got up and came to the bed, sitting beside me. "Ohgod, bro. Are you ok? Are you sick?" He put his hand on my back to comfort me through whatever might be wrong.
I smiled at him. "It's nothing like that, Chris. It's just... well, you know how you two are. If I tell one of you something before the other one it's like 'sibling rivalry.' 'Big bro likes you better' and that shit."
He laughed. "I won't be like that, I promise."
Knowing that there really WAS something to know - and not knowing about it NOW - was eating him up!
"It's just something personal about me and I'd rather tell both of you together," I said, though I know he could wear me down easily if he kept on me.
"Am I going to be an uncle?" Chris asked, excitedly.
"Hell-to-the-NO! Why does everyone keep jumping to that conclusion?" I replied, laughing.
"'Cause we all know what a stud you are," he said punching me in the arm.
"Hey - I want to wrestle tomorrow before I leave, ok? You have time in the morning?" I asked.
"Yeah - boy, that will be fun!"
"Chris, I love you, bro. I always will... don't forget that, ok?"
"Man, why the fuck are you doing this to me? Now I KNOW some shit is up." He got off the bed and started pacing. "What the fuck is going on? Tell me, man... tell me, Marc... is someone dying or something? Are you going to jail?"
"No, no... sheesh - calm down, will ya? I'll tell you, ok? Just sit down." I had built it up too big now, but maybe that was a good thing. Maybe he wouldn't see this as so big now. Chris sat down on the bed and looked at me - ready to hear my earth-shattering news.
I took a deep breath. "Ok - I'm dating someone new," I started, "and it's a guy."
Chris just looked at me. "And the punchline is?"
"No punchline. His name is Ryan. He's 22 and we go to school together."
"So, you're gay now?" I couldn't read his expression.
"Dude, I still like pussy - still LOVE pussy - but this is about how I FEEL about another person... and it just happens that the other person is a guy," I said.
"When?" he asked.
"What what?"
"When did you start dating him?"
"A few weeks... not long," I answered.
"And you feel like you need to tell everyone already?" Chris was processing this, much as I would... breaking it down into little pieces so he could put it back together in a way where it would make sense to him.
"If I were dating a new girl I'd be talking about her, wouldn't I?" He nodded. "So, I had to make this the same thing if it was going to have a shot."
"What are the guys on the wrestling team saying?"
I stood up. "First off... look at me. What ARE they going to say?" He laughed at that and I sat back down. "But - here's the kick in the nuts - after practice last night, the team captain told me that HE is gay! And his boyfriend is also on the wrestling team." Chris's mouth dropped open. "Yeah - and Ryan and I sat with them and had dinner after practice and talked about it."
"You never said anything about them before," Chris said.
"I didn't know! They aren't out, but they're talking about coming out now. Now that I'm going public with my thing."
"What if it doesn't work out with you and...? what's his name again?"
"Ryan," I answered.
"So, yeah... what is it doesn't work out with you and Ryan?"
I shrugged.
He hugged me. "I don't care, man... and neither will Brody. You're our 'big bro,' and we both love you a ton." He pushed back from me, but held my shoulders and looked at me in the face for a minute, then hugged me again. "I miss you."
For my part, I hugged him back, of course and I felt like a huge weight had been lifted from my shoulders. We stayed like that for about a minute, then he sat back and let me go.
"So... do you have a picture of this dude or what?"
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I woke up Sunday ready for the day. Chris and I are both early risers, so after coffee, a warm up and stretching we wrestled for a good hour. He got the jump on me only one time. Wrestling is as much about mental strength as it is about physical strength, but - for a good wrestler - experience almost always wins out. Of course, I have years more experience than Chris, but he's good - and I told him so.
"Are you sure?" He was looking for his big brother's affirmation and I wanted to lay it on as thick as possible.
"Dude, you're third in the State..."
"In my weight class," he interrupted.
"Yeah, but you're a fuckin' monster, dude. You're as big as me and you're three years younger! You almost had me several times, but I used stuff I'm able to use in college. If I was still in high school you'd have just killed me - no question." We both took drinks of our water, trying to calm down from the exercise and he was smiling from ear to ear. "Fuck, that was fun!" I added.
"You're good, Marc - I mean, REALLY good. I know you'll make it into the top 10 this year."
"I've been looking at the stats of the guys around the state. We'll see. Maybe wrestling around with Ryan will help some," I said, winking, then caught myself. "Sorry, bro."
"Nah - say whatever you want. I don't care. It's what you're doing... who you are... it doesn't bother me."
But I reminded myself to be a little more careful with sex jokes about me and Ryan.
By the time we both showered and went downstairs, the rest of the family was up, with Brody eating oatmeal and fruit. He looked at me and I felt like he knew something was up.
"Did you say anything to him last night?" I whispered to Chris.
"No, bro... I knew you wanted to."
"Ok. Thanks."
"Bro," I used my nickname for Brody, "when you're done can we talk for a few?"
Brody looked surprised. "Me? Yeah - why?" We're pretty-much open as a family, so he expected that whatever I needed to say could be said in public.
"I just need to talk to you - you and me... that's all. It's nothing huge," I replied, but - out of the corner of my eye - I caught Chris nodding his head in an exaggerated fashion. "Really, Chris?"
"Sorry," he said, hanging his head with a smirk and getting something to eat.
My mom interrupted. "Well, you boys hurry so we can head out to brunch, Marc. And Marc, remember - wear a sports coat."
Brody finished quickly and got up. "Your room, my room, the bathroom?" he asked me, trying to be funny and light-hearted.
"Yeah, let's go sit on the toilet together," I said, and he, Chris and my dad started laughing.
"Gross," my mom added.
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Chris was partly right about how Brody would take my news. At first, he didn't want to accept it - didn't want to believe it and used a few choice words to let me know what he thought of it. But as we talked a little more he calmed down. He asked a lot more questions than Chris - mostly because he said he found it hard to believe, but after listening to me talk about Ryan, his true self came out. Brody is much more soft-hearted than Chris, so once he was comfortable with it he asked a lot of questions about how I'm doing and if there was anything he could do for me.
He also let me know that a guy on the football team told everyone he is gay two weeks ago and that, for the most part, the team was being very supportive - even defending him against some of the gay-bashing bullies at school. He said he was worried about that for me and that's why he over-reacted.
When we were done talking he held me in a long hug and said he would always be there for me. Just as with Chris, I felt an incredible amount of love.
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I dressed in khaki's, a light blue button-down collar dress shirt and wore my dark brown loafers. The navy blazer would be just fine but I removed the pocket square that had been there since who-knows-when.
My mother could make a jogging suit look great, but this morning she wore a pink tweed pencil skirt, a brown silk blouse and high heels that made her legs look like they were a mile long. She had her brown hair swept off of her face and I thought she was the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. Growing up, I'd been embarrassed many times by the way my friends used to ogle my mom. Now, I appreciated how much work she put into looking as good as she does after birthing - and raising - four sons and maintaining a happy marriage.
My mother isn't much for talking about big issues while driving, so I allowed her to set the tone and the pace. We ended up talking about so many general mundane subjects that I finally suggested we just wait to talk until we got to brunch. She smiled warmly at me and said she would prefer that. "Besides," she added, "we're here."
Once seated, the waiter immediately brought coffee and water to the table and asked if we'd prefer mimosas or champagne. "I'll have champagne," mom answered. "And you dear?"
"Mimosa, please," I said, wondering if they'd ask for ID or just serve me outright. The waiter went to retrieve our drinks without hesitating about my age.
My mother took a sip of coffee and smiled at me. "Chris, I need you to know a few things. First, I'm so happy for you. Seeing you this weekend, however briefly, has shown us both - me and your father - that you really are happy with Ryan. I don't care whom you date as long as you are happy and he - or she - treats you with the respect and love you deserve."
The waiter set the drinks in front of us and asked if we were ready to order.
"We'll each have a hot plate and a cold plate," my mother answered. The waiter nodded and walked away.
"How much food did you just order, mom?" I asked.
"Enough for you and a few crumbs for myself," she answered, a huge grin appearing on her face. "Now, as I was saying - second, I truly hope you know that nothing will ever change the love we have for you... nothing," she punctuated. "Ever."
"I know, mom, and it's great to have this acceptance from you."
"Did you expect that I'd react differently?" she asked, sipping her champagne, turning her nose, then calling the waiter back to our table.
"No. I didn't, but I was still really nervous about telling you."
-- "Yes ma'am?" the waiter asked. --
She handed the champagne glass back to the waiter. "Can you please bring me a bottle of Salon 1996?"
-- "I'll check with the sommelier, madam." --
I noticed two things: One, my mother was obviously ordering an expensive bottle of champagne; and, two, the waiter had just referred to my mother as 'madam' over 'ma'am' as he said before.
"Marc, I feel the need to be blunt - and I know I can be blunt with you. I miss Joey - tremendously. My heart is still broken over losing one of my sons." She took a deep breath to compose herself and I saw the hint of moisture in her eyes disappear and she blinked several times. She smiled and continued. "He and I had just begun to develop a relationship that was totally different from any of the rest of you."
The sommelier approached our table with a champagne bottle on ice followed by our waiter with the bucket stand.
"Madame," he began in a very heavy French accent, "the Salon 1996." He popped the cork with great pomp and flair and presented the cork to my mother for inspection. She waved him off to deal with me and I felt honored. He handed the cork to me and held the bottle where I could see the label. I took the cork and checked to ensure that the vintner's mark matched the bottle in front of me. It did. I looked at the cork, checking for any missing pieces... pieces that might have broken-off and fallen into the bottle. There didn't appear to be any. Finally, I rolled the cork in my fingers checking the texture and moistness of the cork, since champagne is always stored on its side. The cork was in perfect condition.
I nodded at the sommelier and he poured the first glass, then I glanced at the waiter. He understood that he could remove my mimosa, and did so immediately. I looked at my mother and she gave me a small nod to indicate that she wanted me to continue, so I took the first glass for tasting. I put the glass to my nose, inhaled sharply then took a deep sip checking for taste and temperature. Ohgod, this was perfect.
"Very nice. Thank you," I said, and he poured my mother a glass, placed the champagne on ice and disappeared. I fought the urge to look around, knowing the people at adjacent tables noticed that we ordered a different type of champagne... but this was my mother's moment and I wanted her to have it.
She raised her glass to me and said, "To you, Marc, one of my favorite people in the entire world," and we touched glasses.
I asked her to continue and she said she was making too big a spectacle of her feelings anyway. Basically, she wanted to talk 'men' with me and wanted to hear all about Ryan - asking me to describe him in great detail, asking about his body hair and "is he a good kisser," "how is his laugh," "tell me about his eyes" - even asking for "salacious details" at one point, which made me laugh much louder than was appropriate at Sunday brunch.
When we'd eaten everything from caviar and crab to roast duck and eggs benedict, we were ready to go. I drank more champagne than my mother, but she encouraged me to drink it since she was driving home. I've always loved champagne - and she knew it - but we only had it on special occasions like holidays.
"Marc," she started driving home, "I'm sorry, but your father and I have an engagement that we couldn't miss next weekend. We would like to have a big party the week afterward, if that's ok with you."
My 21st birthday was next weekend, but my 'coming out' seemed to be the subject of the last 24 hours and I hadn't even thought of it.
"You and dad have given me and the boys so much," I said. "I'm not worried about it at all."
She grabbed my fingers, brought them to her face and gently kissed the back of my hand, then placed my hand back on the center console. I smiled and so did she.
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My dad, mom, Chris and Brody all stood on the front steps as I drove away and I felt like I was going away to college for the first time. My heart was full and I knew I'd made the right decision by coming home this weekend. They all said they were looking forward to meeting Ryan soon and I said we would arrange it. But first, I'd have to arrange Ryan's ass around my cock. Fuck - I was horny!
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