Date: Wed, 19 Apr 2017 02:33:31 -0400
From: Derhunterboi <derhunterboi@gmail.com>
Subject: What Happens at the Apartment 2

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What Happens At the Apartment 2

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So a few months have gone by since me and matt's little encounter, things
have gone well for us so far but there have been some rough points. For
instance, Matt told his family about us and while they were not shocked
they still told him they loved him but just don't agree with his
lifestyle. I wasn't surprised. But now I had to tell my own family, my very
conservative family.

So that's how me and Matt found ourselves pulling up to my parents house
for dinner, a dinner I anticipated being the worst one of my life. I
decided to wear a more conservative outfit while Matt was... well he was
Matt. He opted for wearing a style of clothes that had many flowers while
also making him look homeless, not my style but I Iove him for it. I braced
myself as I knocked on the door.

"JAMES! THEY'RE HERE!!" I could hear my mom yell, you'd think with all the
yelling in our house that my family was italian. I opened the door and we
step inside, immediately walking into the aroma of my mom's lasagna which
she only makes for special occasions.

"SAM! My baby!" my mom pulls me down for kisses, It's been a while since my
last visit. She turns to Matt, "Oh and hello Matt!" she hugs him as well.

Just then my bear of a dad walks in, "Hey Sam, how are you?" He then sees
Matt and I can sense his disapproval in the air.

"Hey Matt." That's all he says.

"Hi, thanks for having me."

He receives a grunt in response, great this is turning out just as I'd
thought it would. We settle down and make small talk as the dinner finishes
in the oven, when the food is out everyone was called into the dining
room. After saying grace, I always hated that, we begin eating. My nerves
begin to get the better of me as the meal nears an end. Under the table
Matt holds my hand, gently squeezing it to comfort me. It was time.

"Umm, so mom, dad I have something I need to say. You probably won't like
it but it has to be said." I looked at Matt who just nodded. "I'm
Bisexual."

An awkward silence fell across the room, one where you could feel the
mounting tension as I waited for a verdict of my banishment. Finally my dad
spoke.

"No."

I looked at him puzzled. What kind of answer is that, it's not a yes or no
question. He continues.

"I won't accept that, God did not give me an only son for him to become
some fag. So no, you're not. What you need is therapy, I can't believe at
23 we're still having these issues. Do you want to go to hell?"

Great, exactly how I knew he'd react. Sometimes I hate being right, it was
almost disappointing.

"There's more," I continued. I look at Matt who is looking straight into my
eyes, I look at him as I say it. "Me and Matt are in love."

Again that oppressive silence pervades the room, I become worried over the
safety of Matt and myself. My dad has never become violent with me
but.... He very well could with this. Instead he surprised me.

He slumps down in his chair, looking almost defeated. I've never seen him
this way before, usually my dad was always the strong one stoic even. But
now he looked so defeated it made me feel guilty.

"Dad I..."

"Get out."

"What?"

He looks at me, then at Matt and repeats himself.

"Get out, never return here."

I can feel all the pain, the hurt, the guilt rise up as Matt and I stand up
grab our things and leave. As we drive away I feel numb, Matt looks over at
me concerned.

"Sam..." he whispers. I hold his hand as we go home, I still think he's
worth it. He's worth sacrificing the acceptance of my entire family over,
he makes me happy. If they can't understand that or accept that then I will
move on.

We arrive home late, as my body hits the bed I just break down sobbing
uncontrollably. Matt rushes to my side and holds me close as I release the
23 years worth of pain, hatred, and self-neglect that had plagued me. It
was all suppressed until tonight, I just needed someone for comfort;
someone like him. I had helped defend and take care of Matt so many times,
it felt good to be the one so fragile now; in the comforting arms of the
one person I love. We fell asleep in each others arms, forever linked,
forever together.

End

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Note from Author: Hey everyone! Thank you so much for your supportive
emails, I really appreciate your feedback. Sorry it took so long to return
to the story but there have been some... developments in my life since last
time. As I've said this story is based on real feelings and fantasies.
Turns out the first chapter is a bit more accurate than I realized at the
time. So we'll see how that goes :) Please feel free to email me with any
feedback, comments, questions or concerns at derhunterboi@gmail.com,
Thanks!!