Chapter 12. School day
Dylan wakes up before Tommy. He slides down Tommy's body and gently removes his soft dick from his underpants and puts it in his mouth. He is so tempted to suck it, but Tommy asked him not to, so he just lies there holding his friend in his mouth. Tommy leaks a little, and dylan tastes him and swallows gently, trying not to wake Tommy up. He starts to doze off again, but Tommy wakes up and runs his hands down in dylan's hair and begins to grow hard. "Okay, suck me, boy. Let me give you your breakfast." dylan eagerly pleasures Tommy, moving slowly as he makes love to his hero and hears his moans of pleasure. For dylan, there is no greater pleasure than this, giving pleasure to Tommy with all his devotion and love.
Tommy reaches down and puts his hand around himself and jerks himself a bit, keeping the tip of his dick in dylan's mouth. "Here it comes, boy, my load meant just for you." With a light shout, Tommy spills himself into dylan's mouth as dylan sucks his tip for all it's worth. He shoots several times, and dylan doesn't let anything spill out of his mouth.
Tommy chuckles. "Come up here, boy. Kiss me. Let me taste myself in your mouth."
Dylan obeys and the two of them have a wonderful make-out session until finally they both know it's time to go and pee. When they get out of bed, Tommy takes his undershirt and uses it to wipe dylan's face clean. He pulls up his boxers, and hand in hand, the two of them head to the bathroom. dylan thinks nothing of being naked for other guys to see him, and he feels proud that Tommy isn't shy about holding his hand for others to see. A couple of guys in the bathroom already give them funny looks, but no one says anything.
They get back to the room, fall on the bed again, and start to make out. "I love wet kisses," hints dylan. Tommy makes sure his mouth is really wet, and after a while he realizes that dylan is sucking on his mouth while he's kissing him. He stops for a second. "Wow, you really like it wet, don't you, pup?" "Tommy, I can't get enough of you. I wanna suck from your mouth. It's like medicine to me. It makes me strong. It is intoxicating me, Tommy." "Well then, you're gonna be getting a lot." Tommy salivates into dylan's mouth and dylan drinks him down like it's the best drink he's ever had.
Finally they have to come to their senses. Back to the bathroom for their showers, and then to breakfast and to classes.
After classes are over, Tommy decides they'll go out for pizza. He heads onto the main highway instead of going into town. dylan curls up in his seat and lets loose a wide yawn.
"Tired, baby?" "A little. Trying to process everything that's been happening."
"There's been a lot, I know. You okay with everything?"
dylan leans over and kisses Tommy on the cheek. "It's like I'm living on a new planet. I never imagined I'd even be able to kiss you let alone everything else. You don't know how many nights I would hide myself underneath the pillow and cry because I was so in love with you and I thought it was impossible to let you know that. Now I know I'm yours and you love me and you own me and I'm the luckiest boy in the whole fucking world." Tommy loves hearing his buddy ramble on with happy talk.
"Where are we going, Tommy?"
"I don't want to go to the place in town. Too many schoolmates there and we won't have any privacy. I want you all to myself where nobody knows who we are."
"Am I talking too much, Tommy?" "no, not at all. I like hearing you talk. Keep going if you want."
"Thank you for kissing me, Tommy. I never dreamed that would happen. It felt soooooo good, especially when I could suck your mouth and you were giving me a lot of spit. Always giving me what I need to be happy" dylan plays with the chain around his neck. Now I can always remember that I'm yours.. I wish everyone could know it. But I guess we can't get carried away.""
"It's okay, pup. We're here in the car and no one else can hear what you have to say. You can just let it all hang out, but when we go into the restaurant then you'll have to hush up and let me do the talking, okay? I've got a lot I want to talk to you about." "you do?"
"Yup. thinking about things. Making plans. Figuring stuff out for us. I'll tell you later."
"okay. Whatever you want. Always whatever you want. Since high school. It's always been what you want."
"Well, I want YOU, Dylan. All of you. All of the time, boy. Mine. Mine. You understand?"
"Yes, Tommy. thank you for wanting me so much. I've loved you ever since I knew what love was. I used to hate it when you'd go off to summer camp and I had to stay home. I always couldn't wait for the summers to be over so we could be together again."
"Well, now we'll always be together, Dylan. And you never have to be afraid we'll be parted again."
Tommy was majoring in business while Dylan was carrying a double major in sociology and psychology, hoping to find a career helping others. Tommy was eventually going to take over his father's business, and, hopefully, Dylan would be working with him. At least that's what Tommy's father had in mind—probably offering an HR position to the kid. That part of their lives was already set.
They ride in silence for a while. Tommy was thinking about their living arrangements. It was time to get something private for the two of them. He'll call his father to set something up. He's sure his father will be pleased with the idea, since life in the dorms is really messy with all the drinking and drugs going on. Neither Tommy nor Dylan did any of that stuff. And they were more serious about their studies than the other boys. Yes. He'll call his father tomorrow night, or maybe even during the day at the office. It's rather ironic. One day last summer, when he was out with his father, his father actually said to him, "It's too bad you're not gay." "Why," he asked. "that's a strange thing to say." "Well, I'm thinking about Dylan. He hasn't come out to his parents yet, but I'd bet anything he's gay, especially since I see the way he's always looking at you. That boy is madly in love with you."
"You think?"
"I know, son. And I worry about him. I get the feeling that he's always going to need someone who will take care of him and protect him, and I'm afraid that once he gets out into the gay scene, some dude is going to take his heart and tear it into smithereens."
"I'll always keep an eye out for him, Dad."
"I know that, son. but Dylan is going to need more than that. You mark my words. He's gonna get hurt out on his own."
Tommy took this to heart, and he could only imagine his father's reaction when he explains what's been happening. In fact, he thinks, maybe this would be a good time to contact his father.
They pull off the highway into a little town which, as is usual, has a pizza parlor. Tommy asks Dylan to go in and order their favorite pizza (sausage, pepperoni, extra cheese) while he makes a phone call home.
. . . "Hi, Dad. I've got some news for you, and also a big request."
"Good to hear from you, son. What's going on? I'm intrigued."
"Well, first thing, I want to let you know that I have finally fallen in love!"
"Wow. That IS news! Who's won your heart, son?"
"Now, Dad. First you've got to promise not to laugh at me or tell me `I told you so."
"Uh-oh. With whom have you fallen in love?"
"Dylan"
His father bursts into hysterics. "I'm not laughing at you, Tommy. I'm laughing at how God has a good sense of humor. How did this come about?"
"A strange set of circumstances. I mean, I knew Dylan loved me—I've always known that, especially after you spoke to me about it. But then this weekend, all of a sudden, a couple of my friends helped me realize things I never would have accepted before because I was convinced I was straight. Well, so much for that myth!"
"Well, I'm glad, and I hope you two will find a chance to come home for a weekend so we can all celebrate. Do his parents know what's going on?"
"Not really, but that's an entirely different matter that I don't have time to talk about right now. I've got to ask you the favor before I go into the restaurant. dylan's inside and he's already ordered for us."
"So what do you need, Tommy? You know you only have to ask."
"Yes, Dad, and thank you. Well, this is the situation: could you possibly put your people on finding us a private place to live—not an apartment, but a small house somewhere?"
"Consider it done. Go enjoy your dinner. Give my love---and congratulations to dylan. Your mother is also going to be tickled pink! Bye for now."
"bye, Dad. thanks again."
Tommy heads inside with a big smile on his face.
"You look happy, Tommy. What was that call all about?"
"Well, first off, I told my Dad that I am in love with you."
Dylan gets a tear in his eye. "Did he suspect you might be gay?"
"Suspect? One day he told me that he WISHED I would turn out to be gay."
"That's strange. Why?"
"Because if I were straight, you and I would go our separate ways and you'd have to look for love somewhere else, and he was afraid that you'd end up getting hurt badly by somebody."
"Oh my! He really cares about me, doesn't he?"
"Baby, you're the favorite in this family with both my father and my mother. You should know that by now."
"All that matters to me is that I'm the favorite to you, buddy." Tommy almost reaches out to touch his cheek but then remembers where he is.
"And there's more." "tell me" "Dad is going to find us a house to live in as soon as possible, so we can move out of the dorms. I told him we needed something really private."
"Oh my. I never expected that so soon. This is so cool." They're called to pick up the pizza. dylan goes to get it and the plates and stuff. The drinks are already on the table.
"Dad thought it would be nice if we came to spend the weekend with them so they could celebrate with us."
"Okay. That sounds good. And maybe I'll get up the guts to go face my family." he says, deflated.
"Why? So your thug brothers can beat up on you again? I think it's better that they don't know you're in town. But do what you feel you have to do."
"Tommy, what do YOU think I should do?""
"Send your mother a text. just a note to let you know that I realize that I am gay and Tommy and are boyfriends now. that's all. Then you don't have to be there to face the recriminations or the reactions, especially from your brothers. They've always suspected it anyway and wanted to beat the gay out of you. Your father doesn't really give a shit. Never has. And that woman whom you thought was your mother is gonna have a whole pile of nasty crap to throw at you. You don't need any of that, baby. And I don't want to see you let them hurt you any more. God, it's a miracle that you turned out to be so sweet and caring."
"Well, that's thanks to your family, big buddy."
"Then we did good work" He winks at dylan with that wink that turns dylan to sweet raging hormones.
They enjoy their pizza for a while. When they're finished, Tommy reaches over with a napkin to get some sauce off his boy's lower lip. "come on, boy. It's time for Dairy Queen back home."
"Where you lead I follow, oh great chief of my life!" Tommy giggles as they head for the car.
When they head back to the dorm, Tommy tells dylan, "we'll go home this weekend. While we're there and have our private bathroom I think I'll take the time to give you a real good shaving. Shave you bare for me from your neck to your knees. Or maybe wax you."
"I've watched videos of guys getting waxed. They always scream when the papers are pulled off them."
"Well I think I'll stick to shaving. It's more personal, and I can get to do it again and again. Let you grow out a little and then strip you again of all your pride."
"When you put it that way, my peepee is trying to escape its cage." Tommy smiles. "I thought that would turn you on. You're always so ripe for some gentle humiliation."
"Yes, Sir. You've got me all figured out."
"Not all yet. Time will reveal different things, I'm sure."
Dylan takes out his phone. "Tommy, I'm going to send that text message now. I just don't want to wait any longer." Tommy turns on the inside light in the car and starts the engine to warm it up.
"Go ahead, Dylan. I'm right here. Do you need any help?"
"No, I think I've got it." He opens up a text message to his mother and reads it to Tommy:
"Mom, I have something to tell you. As you know, Tommy and I have been close friends for most of our lives. Well, now something has developed that we never expected. We have come to realize that we are in love with each other. We have realized that we are gay and now we are boyfriends. This makes me very, very happy. I know you don't approve of gay people, but I can't deny what I am and I have no choice over it. Tommy and I are very happy together. Never worry about me. Tommy takes care of me in every possible way and I love him so much. We are very happy. I just wanted you to know." He takes a deep breath and sends the message. Then he begins to tremble.
"That is excellent," says Tommy. "Send it. I'm right here, baby." He puts his hand on the back of dylan's neck, something that always helps him calm down. He takes a deep breath and sends the message. Then he begins to tremble. Tommy leans over to hold him. "I'm proud of you, dylan. That took great courage. And it was good to do it this way rather than have to see her reaction. In fact, if you had tried to deliver that message face to face, you wouldn't have been able to do so because she would have been all over you after the first few sentences."
Tommy turns off the inside light, backs out of the parking lot, and holds Dylan's hand. "You did the right thing. The brave thing. And the wise thing. I am so proud of you. Now I'll tell you what, my lover. I want you to lie down and put your head here in my lap and close your eyes. Deep breaths."
Dylan does what he says. Tommy drives carefully, and with his right hand plays with Dylan's hair and strokes his face. Dylan starts to sob.
"That's it, boy. Let it all out. You're completely safe now and you're with me. Just let it go, boy. Let the damn burst and the waters flow."
"I'm getting your pants all wet, Daddy" he cries.
"No worry about that, pup. No worries at all. You need this release. You're a good boy and you are lovable and decent and gentle and caring and I love you so much. You are mine and I am yours and together we can face anything." Tommy takes out his handkerchief and uses it for Dylan to blow his nose and wipe his eyes.
While they're at Dairy Queen,. Dylan's phone dings. It's probably a response from his mother. "Don't look at that now, baby. let's get home and I'll read it first. I'll block the vitriol. You don't deserve to be hurt, except . . . well, I'm not going to say that now. Hand me your phone, baby."
Dylan hesitates, but he read in one of the on-line stories he collects, that a sub or slave gets his most intense feelings when he is obeying his Dom, so dylan reaches into his pocket and hands it to Tommy, who puts it into his pocket. When they get back to the room, Tommy gives Dylan a hug and helps him get naked. Then Tommy looks at the phone message, grimaces, and deletes it.
Dylan looks at Tommy and asks "What did it say?"
"Just some nasty stuff that you'd expect. Your father texted you. He wants you to know that you are no longer part of their family." dylan thinks a bit and says, "No. That's not true. They are no longer part of MY family.
(To the reader: What did the message actually say: "We always knew you were a faggot and you disgust us the way you sold yourself to the highest bidder. That rich piece of shit will use you until you are all used up and then he'll toss you to the curb and you'll be nothing but a homeless cocksucker prostitute. When that happens, don't come crying to us. My wife and I want you to know that you are no longer part of this family. Go and change your name to his, you pervert. Don't soil our name any more. We are both blocking you on our phones now. If you come by, we'll have you arrested for trespassing. fuck off, creep!"
Dylan is finally able to whisper: "It was pretty bad, huh?" "Even worse than I would have expected. That man is so filled with hatred and ignorance, but you don't need to worry about it any more. They have set you free. And they gave me a really good idea."
"What is that, Tommy?"
"Your father demanded that you change your name to mine. He doesn't know that we've already planned for that to happen-- you will be my husband for all time."
Dylan squeezes him and lays his head on Tommy's shoulder and, with a still wet face, lets go and falls asleep. Tommy kisses the back of his neck (a favorite spot, so it seems,) and prays that he will always be safe and that he will always know how much he is loved.
Coming Out in the Dorm
Dylan in the first to wake up. At first he is confused as to where he is, but then he realizes that his face is snuggled into Tommy's arm pit (a nice smell), and that one of his legs is thrown over Tommy's and the bed is so large and he is so safe and content. Then he remembers, and wants to jump for joy:
He is to become Dylan Roberts. Hi is free from the horror in which he grew up. He is naked, but Tommy isn't, because that's the way Tommy likes it. He moves his mouth and begins to suckle on Tommy's right nipple, ever so sweetly, ever so lovingly.
Tommy stirs. He is pleasantly surprised at what Dylan is doing. He whispers: "Go ahead, boy, nibble a bit." Dylan gladly obeys, and lifts his hand to play with the other nipple. "Bite it, boy. You're making me hot!" Dylan carefully bites and Tommy moans. "Gee, never thought my nipples were sex buttons! ooof! That's enough, pet. Get my armpit." Dylan buries his face there and sucks and licks and eats the slight smell with gusto. "You kinky little minx!" Tommy grabs Dylan's head and puts it into the other armpit. Dylan feeds himself on it. "I wonder if you'd like it so much if I went a couple of days without deodorant?" Dylan giggles and sucks harder. "Can I suck you cock, please, baby?" Tommy smiles but looks at the clock and says "No time. We need showers and coffee and pancakes before class." He smacks Dylan on the rump, good and hard. Dylan squeals and giggles and rolls over Tommy and falls on the floor! Tommy laughs and sits up on the bed and rubs his feet over Dylan's body. Dylan kisses Tommy's feet. "Ewww! They smell. Me no like footsmell!"
Laughing, Tommy bends down and helps Dylan get up. "I am gonna marry you, sweetheart! I am gonna own you! I am gonna love you until the day I die, and maybe even after that!"
"And I will be Mrs. Tommy Roberts!" "no, babe, Mr. Dylan Roberts. No more Dylan Sinclair because the Sinclairs don't deserve you." And the sooner the better.
"Should we elope?"
"No, boy, I have better plans for us. It's gonna be very, very public so the whole world knows. Leave it to my parents—OUR PARENTS!
Tommy gets two towels from the closet, takes Dylan by the hand, opens the door to their room, and walks Dylan hand-in-hand down the hallway to the bathroom. A few guys are in the hall and they do a double-take. A couple of them jeer and several others cheer! "It's about time you two realized you love each other," one of their friends cries out. And he smacks Dylan lightly on the ass.
"None of that, dude, Tommy says, and then in a loud voice, cries out "THAT ASS BELONGS TO ME! You can look all you want but don't touch." One guy remarks, "Sick fucking bastards!" but gets shouted down by four others who form an honor guard around Tommy and Dylan and walk them into the bathroom.
They get into the shower and the others play "chicken" so they can have some fun together.
"Let me get your feet cause they're stinky!" Dylan kneels down and washes his lover's feet with a bar of soap, then works the soap all the way up into his groin. Tommy stands him up and washes his back, then front, all except for his cock. "Thank you, Sir," whispers Dylan. Finally they leave the shower and then dry each other off. Their friends all walk naked into the showers. "You sure any of us can't distract you from one another? asks Doug in a loud voice. "Not possible," says Dylan. "and the only guy I'll ever be into is dylan," says Tommy. Giggles. Applause. Growls. All the reactions of a mixed society.
Dylan picks up Tommy's underpants and wraps a towel around Tommy. Together they walk back to the room. When they get there, Phil and Doug are standing in their room with shit-eating grins on their faces.
Doug: "I like the way you rearranged the furniture. Guess you're not trying to keep any secrets any more!" "You got it," says Tommy, "and I don't care who knows or what they think about it."
Phil says, "well, you can bet it will be all over campus by the time you drink your coffee. The homophobes are going to have a field day with this! Get dressed. We'll escort you to breakfast."
The guys get dressed. Of course, dylan is already naked and Tommy isn't embarrassed showing his goods. They're all on the team and are used to stripping off in front of each other.
They walk down to the dining hall. Apparently someone had tipped off the fellows at breakfast, cause when Tommy took Dylan's hand and walked proudly into the hall, everyone (almost everyone!) stood up and cheered. Tommy says to Dylan, "It's if we're walking into our wedding reception!" Tommy calls out, "You're ALL invited to the wedding!" More applause and cheering.
Now, there are several gay couples and a lot of gay singles in the population, but seeing Tommy and Dylan like this is a complete novelty and a surprise to some. Only to some, however. Doug says to Tommy, "we all knew you two were in love. We were just wondering when you'd get around to being public about it."
Breakfast was wonderful. Tommy had Dylan sit down and he got their food. they ate in the midst of much chatter and good-natured joking. The homophobes were outnumbered, as usual.
And the day was off to a good start.
After breakfast, they had to go their separate ways, Tommy to his business classes and Dylan to his studies in sociology and psychology. He had a double major, and was hoping his studies would prepare him to spend his life helping others who were in pain. (Tommy's father also had plans for Dylan, and was not the least bit disappointed that he wasn't majoring in business. He always knew Dylan had special gifts, and he was hoping that when the time came, he would be able to make a place for Dylan in his corporation, perhaps in HR or some other unforeseen corner of things. Or maybe not: Perhaps Dylan would find a niche of his own.)
Tommy had a two hour break after his first class and he hoped to talk to his father a bit more. He sent a text telling his Dad he wanted to speak with him if he had the time, that he had more news which he was very excited about. Later in the morning, his Dad called.
"So, Tommy, we've both got good news!"
"Really, Dad? Who should go first?"
"Let me, son. I have just the place for you. It's a lovely little cottage about 20 minutes from campus in a private area with two undeveloped parcels of land on either side of it which the Corporation already owns. I was planning to use the house for corporate guests, but now it has a greater purpose. I already own it, so there's nothing to prevent you two from moving as soon as possible. How soon can you go take a look at it?"
"OMG, Dad, that's wonderful! I'm out of class today at 3 pm and I'll head right over if you text me the address."
"I'll also give you the number of the realtor whose name is Rudolph Varion. He just so happens to be a member of your "team" if you know what I mean, so you can be completely open with him about your relationship and what you're expecting. I'm sure that if you make an appointment for, say, 3:30, he'll be happy to meet you there. I did not discuss your personal details with him. I'll leave it up for you to decide what you want to share with him."
"This is wonderful, Dad. I can't wait to see the place."
"Will you be able to bring dylan along?"
"No, he has work study today from 3 until 10 tonight. He's working in the counseling center, so it's a good place for him to be."
"You know, Tommy, with you guys in relationship, there is really no reason for him to have to work so hard. You might want to discuss that with him."
"I will, Dad, but nonetheless, this placement seems to be something good for him, an opportunity for him to use some of the knowledge and skills he's acquiring."
His father chuckles. "You know, I am already visualizing him as the head of our HR department after you guys graduate."
"Wow, Dad. dylan always says to me that one of the things he likes about me is that I'm a `take-charge' kind of guy. Obviously, I get that from you. And I love you, Dad, the way you are always thinking of not only me but dylan as well, and that's important in light of the news I have to tell you."
"Shoot, buddy."
"Dad, you might think this is all moving too fast, but . . . now don't go crazy on me, Dad . . . . I asked him to marry me."
"You did?!!!!! Tommy, I'm so happy for you both . . . I assume he said yes."
"He did, Dad. I got the idea after reading a horrible text dylan's father sent to him."
"Tell me what happened, son."
"Well, Dylan figured that when we're home next weekend he should go and face his parents and finally come out to them."
"That could be dangerous, considering."
"I know. I suggested he simply text them to avoid having to face the consequences in person, assuming they would not react well.. And that's what he did. he sent a text to his mother telling he was gay and in love with me and that we are a couple now. He put it very nicely and respectfully, and kept making it a point to tell his mother how happy he was."
"Good suggestion, Tommy. So what happened."
"well, shortly after that, his phone rang with a text message. I took his phone and wouldn't let him read it. I told him I'd read it first and tell him about it. I'm glad I did that because it was horrible."
"What did it say?"
"it was from his father who excoriated him with disgusting and hateful language. His father told him he was a money-grabbing slut who sold himself to the highest bidder." "OMG. What a hateful man."
"it's worse than that. He told him that he could see him ending up a homeless prostitute on the street after I tired of him. Then he went on to disown him, telling him to never contact them again, and even suggested he change his name so he wouldn't bring any more shame upon the family."
"The shame is IN that family, Tommy. How did he take the news?"
"I forwarded the text to myself but deleted it from his phone, text, Dad, and told him very little, just that they were angry and didn't want to hear from him again. And we'd already made plans to change his name, so . . . .
"Ah, I can follow your train of thought . . . If he has to change his name, why not have him change it to "Roberts." Legally become a member of our family. WONDERFUL! Your mother is going to be so happy. You know how much she loves dylan. And, with one stroke, you put an end to all our fears for him. This is truly something to celebrate. Just think: an engagement party next weekend!!!!
"Well, don't' get carried away."
"Why not! dylan needs to have a big fuss made over him, and we want to make sure he really understands how much we all love him and how much we want him to be a true member of our family."
"Ok, Dad. We'll go along with whatever you guys decide you want to do."
"have you set a date?"
"Dad, we've hardly had time to talk since it happened. We can work it out next weekend. Oh, and another thing: we kind of came out to the dorm this morning. Tired of hiding."
"How was it received?"
"A couple of predictable sneers, but for the greatest part, cheers and applause and congratulations. Phil said he's glad I finally figured out that I loved the guy. He said everyone was taking bets on when we're realized we were in love!"
"Leave it to Phil to speak the blunt truth!"
"that's right, Dad."
"Son, I'm sorry, but I have a conference call waiting for me. Text me as soon as you see the cottage to tell me what you want to do. Have a good day. Love you."
"Love you, too, Dad. Thank you so much."
His father disconnects the call. Tommy holds the phone to his heart and now he's the one to shed a few tears. He can't wait until 3 pm. Actually, he can't wait to see dylan at lunch.
END OF CHAPTER TWELVE
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