Date: Wed, 15 Nov 2000 12:09:54 EST
From: Raymond Blake <androgynal@hotmail.com>
Subject: Davy's Diary - GM/AY

This story is a work of erotic fiction involving a youth-adult sexual
relationship.  If you are offended by such material please do not read any
further.  This is a complete work of fiction and is intended for adult
audiences.

Copyright Notice - This story is copyrighted by The Paratwa Partnership, A
Colorado Corporation. The author retains all rights.
______________________

Davy's Diary
by Tom Cup

"David Michael I know you hear me!"  I got up and looked out my bedroom
window from the red brick colonial apartment building we moved into a week
before. There was my mom and some guy looking up at me.  Mom and Dad split
up last year because as mom said, "We just see things a little differently
and need some time apart."  Ok, some time apart. A whole freaking year?!?
And why in the hell are we living in this shit hole of a place.

"What?" I said leaning out of the window.  "Come down I want you to meet
someone. Great I thought, less than a year and here she is flirting why some
asshole.  "Ok, I'll be right down."  I turned and took one last look at the
web page I had been viewing; shut down the screen; exited the program and
shut down the computer.

When I got down stairs mom introduced me to Ray, "Call me R.J.", he said
extending his hand.  I shook it staring at the ground the whole time. "How
do you do?"  "Oh, not bad really.  How about you?" He asked.  God, I thought
to myself, I didn't want to start a fricking conversation. I was just being
polite because that's what mom wanted.  "I'm ok," I managed at last.  "Mr.
Jameson is just moving in upstairs.  Right above us. Isn't that something?"
Great, I thought, absolutely freaking great. "And you will never guess what
else. He's going to be teaching at the school...Art!" my mom sang out.  Ok
great, now not only am I standing here talking to a perfect stranger but a
teacher at the shit school I don't want to go to!  But still I did like art
so finally I took a long look at the guy.

He was about 5'11, had a nice tan; not to dark and not to light, medium
build, brown wavy hair that was slightly to long, great blue eye and a
really nice smile. My eyes spotted the van backed up to the sidewalk leading
into our apartment building.  I study the mural on the side; a bunch of
horses that seemed to be running off into the street.  "Is that yours?" I
asked.  "Yep," he responded.  "Did you paint that on the side." I asked.
"Sure did. What do you think?"  I took and longer look this time studying
the painting and finally said, "The purple is not right. It should be
darker."  "David!" mom said about to start a lecture on being polite but was
interrupted by the laughter of R.J.  "You know I really think that too.
Most people don't noticed.  You got a really good eye."  I smile at that and
R.J. said, "Ahhhh... got a smile out of ya and dimples to boot!"

"Why don't you help Mr. Jameson move his things upstairs?" mom asked. "Mom,"
I whined but could tell by the look she gave me that this would be a lossing
arguement.  Ok, ok, I thought. Just had to move all our shit into this place
and now I have to help a total stranger move his stuff on to the top floor.
"It really is all right," R.J. was saying as he move to open the back of his
van, "I don't have much and no kid wants to be caught helping a teacher at
his school."  Now I felt bad.  This guy might be cool after all. "Are you
sure," mom asked as he openned the back of the van.  "Yeah, really, it's
ok," R.J. said. But by then I was staring into the back of the van at boxes
of art supplies, a road bike and a bunch of computer stuff. "I'm sorry," I
blurted out, "I'll help you."  Mom smiled, ruffled my hair and practically
danced inside.


[Diary entry - September 3, 1992.  I met a guy named R.J today.  He moved in
upstairs. Got alot of cool stuff.  He likes to paint. He's the new art
teacher at St. Mary's.  He likes to bike and has a cool ten speed. And has
the most awesome computer I have every seen.]

R.J. was right. He didn't have much to bring in. When I asked him about it
he said that he had just been hired from some all boys school in the middle
of nowhere.  And that the teachers lived on campus and really didn't have
much space for personal belongings.  "To me this is a step up!" he said.
God, I thought, that's hard to believe.  I asked if I could check out some
of his supplies and said, "Sure, just keep them in the order they're in, ok?"
He did have a lot of great paints; arranged neatly in various shades. I
found his sketching pad and started looking through it.  He was busy setting
up his computer and not really watching what I was doing.  Not bad I thought
to myself. It didn't really hit me until I got to the last drawing that all
of them were of boys about my age - 12 or 13 at the most.  I really liked
the last one.  It was of a guy that looked alot like R.J. standing in the
middle of a pool of water up to his waist and some kid standing naked on his
shoulder about to dive into the water.  It was so life like that I couldn't
take my eyes of it. "What do you think?" I got startled back to the present
by R.J.'s voice.  I held the picture up in front of me and stared at it
again.  "It looks really real," I said and R.J.'s eye followed the line of
my eyesight to the drawing of the boy's penis.

I couldn't believe it. Mom was at work, I finally had the place to myself
and my computer wasn't working.  To top it off, there was this buzzing and
whirring sound coming from upstairs that was driving me crazy.

I decided to go upstairs and see what R.J. was doing and to ask him if he
knew how to fix computers.  I had gotten to know him better over the last
few days and had decided he was a regular guy. Not like most teachers at
all, which made me feel better about having him live upstairs.  Still there
was this tension between us like we both want to say something and couldn't.

I knock on the door three times before the sounds stopped and I heard him
call, "Just a minute!"  When he came to the door I could see sawdust
floating about the room.  "What the hell you doing up here?" I blurted out.
He laughed and said that I would have to clean up my language for the other
teachers when I got back to school.  I told him I knew and that I was on
summer vaction and could say whatever I wanted.  He told me to come in and
said as he closed the door, "You know, I hope that you will always feel like
you can say whatever you want to me.  Now,  to what do I owe that pleasure
of this visit."

I told R.J. about my computer troubles and he offered to come down and have
a look. He told me to make myself at home while he grab a few things that
might help him figure out what was wrong.  I walked around the apartment
while he looked through a few boxes.  That was when I saw the picture again
hanging on the wall all framed and everything.  God, that boy really
looked...well, perfect.  I looked over at R.J. and there was no doubt about
it that was him in the picture with the boy. I looked around the  room and
my eyes discovered a new drawing. It was the same boy laying nude in a field
of flowers. Again, my eyes focused on the way the boys cock was drawn. God,
I thought you could almost touch it. That's when I felt R.J.'s hand on my
shoulder and he said, "That's Eric.  He was a friend of mine.  I think I
have everything we'll need. Let's go."

R.J. slipped a disk in the drive of my computer and turned it on. The screen
flickered and came on. "Let's see what we got here," he said to himself. I
stood by his right shoulder looking at the screen.  "You got a lot of GIF
files in here.  Eating up a lot of space.  Yup, now I see."  My stomach
drop.  God, please don't open those I thought to myself.

R.J. reached into the bag he brought along and grabbed another disk.  His
fingers were moving so fast I didn't know what he was doing.  Finally, he
said, "There that ought to do it."  He shut down the computer and restarted
it and sure enough everything worked fine.  That was when I asked something
really stupid. "Can I get online now?" I asked and regretted it as soon as
the words left my mouth.  "You should be able too," He responded and clicked
the dial up button. "Wait!" I practically screamed and R.J. turned and
looked at me but it was to late.

I was horrified as the words, "Gayboy Network" flashed across the screen.
R.J. saw the look on my face and turned back just in time to see the GIF of
two kids kissing eachother while there hard ons touched appear.  He closed
the window and shut down the machine.  Then he said, "Well, looks like
everything is ok here," and packed his things and headed for the door.

[Diary entry - September 7, 1992.  Shit. R.J. knows about the web site.  He
saw it today when he was fixing my computer.  I think I really fucked up.]

I waited around for most of the day for the other shoe to drop; for R.J. to
call and tell my mom.  But I didn't hear a word. So I decided to go up and
talk to him.

He was sitting at his computer when I came through the door.  He turned to
face me and I couldn't look him in the eyes. "What's up?" he asked.  God,
how do I say this.  "R.J.," I started, "I gotta ask you something." "O.K.,"
he said, "Shoot."  I knew I was never going to make this sound better so I
just said, "It's about yesterday.  When you were fixing my computer."  Now I
could tell I had his undivide attention. "You don't want anyone to know what
I saw," he said helping me to finish. "Yes, please," I said.  He turned back
to his computer without answering and turned the screen so I could see it.
There was the most beautiful boy I had every seen stroking his hard on.
"It's cool, Davy," he said.

I couldn't believe it and yet my feet moved me over to the computer. "Here,"
he said, "sit down and check it out."  There was page after page of
beautiful boys and boys with boys and boys with men.  I stopped at a series
of the latter.  A cute blond boy and a red headed man.  There were pictures
of the boy being sucked by the man, the boy sucking the man, the boy being
fucked by the man and of both of them cumming.  My cock was rock hard by now
and I adjusted myself to relieve some of the pressure.  That's when I saw
R.J. still looking over my shoulder but playing with his cock through his
pants.  God, he was feeling himself up.  "Do you like what you see?" he
asked.  "Yeah," I said taking a good look this time at his crouch. He
laughed and said, "Not there on the screen."

So he knew I was watching him play with his cock and there was no hidding my
hard on so I thought, what the hell and asked, "Can I touch it?" He looked
at me and said, "Look man, I can get in a lot of trouble."  "I won't say a
word," I said, "I swear.  Besides, you know what is on my computer. Please,
I've never touched anyone elses."  R.J. thought a moment and laughed, "Ok,
ok," he said, "it's not like I don't have the hots for you or anything."
"Really," I asked, "You have the hots for me?" "Shit yeah," he replied,
"Every since the first day I saw you."

R.J. unzipped his pants and let them and his underware fall to the floor.
He stepped out of them and said, "Ok, quid pro quo." What? I thought and he
responded as if reading my mind, "It means I do something for you and you do
something for me.  So off with yours too."  I got up slowly and removed my
shorts and underware.  I had never been naked with a hard on in the same
room as someone else who was naked with a hard on.  God, I was standing
there looking at the floor and thinking maybe this wasn't such a good idea
when R.J. lifted my chin and said, "It's ok Davy. We won't do anything that
you don't like.  And we can go as fast or as slow as you want.  I like you
Davy and hope we can become really close." "I never noticed how really good
looking you are," I said.  And he laughed and hugged me and feel of his
naked cock touching my body made me want him even more.

I reached down and stroked R.J.'s  cock lightly with the palm of my hand.
It felt warm and hard and soft all at he same time. Then I tried to wrap my
hand around it but couldn't get my whole hand around it. I heard R.J. take a
deep breath.  I started to move my hand up and down on his cock and made
little circle movements.  I could feel the hard muscle just underneath his
soft skin get a little harder.  I looked at the head of his cock and saw a
drop of precum leaking out.  I licked my lips and bent down and licked it
off of his head.  R.J. took another deep breath and I looked up into his
eyes to see if I had done it wrong but he smiled.  I licked my lips again
and this time slid the head of his cock into my mouth. "Mmmmmmmmm," R.J.
moaned, as I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock.  I started to
move my head up and down on his cock and to lick and suck on it.  "Oh man,"
R.J. said, "What are you doing to me?"  I stopped because I didn't know if I
was hurting him or doing it wrong but then he said, "Oh no, I didn't mean
that." So I grabbed the base of his cock with my right hand and stroked up
and down on  it while I wrapped my lips around the head and sucked and
licked his dick.  He was moaning a lot and saying, "Oh Davy, you are  making
me feel so good" and "Oh, that's it, baby, that's it." I was really getting
into it now and grabbed my own cock with my left hand and began playing with
it.  I sucked and stroked him and his cock grew harder and harder.  He was
moving his hips a little now to meet me as I sucked and licked.  I was
moving my head around and around his wonderful love tool and he was pushing
it deeper and deeper into my mouth. "Ok," he said, "you better let me pull
out.  I'm gonna cum."  But I had no intentions of letting go.  Hearing that
only made me hold on tighter and suck him off as hard as I could.  "Oh,
Gawwwwwd!" R.J.  exclaimed. And I continued to slide my lips and tongue over
his  hard cock even as his cum filled my mouth and ran dowm my chin.

"Oh man," R.J. said and staggered back and said, "that was great."  He
reached out and touched my cheek with the back of his hand. Then he looked
down at my left hand still playing with my hard cock.  "Can I help you with
that?" he asked. I nodded and in one move he picked me up and carried me to
his bedroom.

He layed me on his bed and gently moved my hand away from my cock. I closed
my eyes and felt the first wave of warm  pleasure wash across my cock and
into my balls.  He licked and sucked my small 4 inch cock as if it were
gold.  I was so excited now and began to moan out loud and R.J. paid special
attention to my needs.  My cock had never been this hard for this long.
When I jerked off to boy pictures off the computer, I would spill my cum
really fast so as not to get caught by my mother.  But this time the
pressure on my cock had built slowly and I wasn't sure if I or my balls
could take the explosion that was mounting.  I began grinding my hips and
R.J. slid his hands under my ass and guided my movements.  Oh, it felt so
good to have him touching my ass and sucking me off and my cock leaped for
joy in his mouth and my body shuttered. "I think I'm cumming," I panted and
felt streams of warm release spirtting from my body.

[Diary Entry - September 9, 1992  Oh my God! Today was the best day of my
life. I sucked RJ and he sucked me.  I can't believe it.  It felt so good.
I really like him alot.]

We layed together on his bed for a while and he held me in his arms.  I felt
so good that I almost fell asleep. R.J. finally said that he had somethings
to do and would be out for a while.  I asked if I could come over again
tomorrow and he said that I could come over when every I wanted; "You have a
standing invitation."

I got dressed slowly.  I really didn't want to leave. As I was heading
towards the door I saw the picture of Eric again and asked, "Did you do
things with him too?"
R.J. took a deep breath and said, "Ok, I guess you have a right to know.  I
admit that I was in love with Eric. And for a time, I thought that he had
the same feelings for me.  I was wrong and it caused me a lot of pain.  He
just liked the idea of being drawn nude.  Nothing ever happened with us like
with you and me."  I thought about it and went over and hugged him. "Will
you draw a picture of me someday?"  He held me at arms length and looked
into my eyes and asked, "Would you really like that?"  "Yes," I said and
added, "any excuse to get naked for you again."  And R.J. laughed and hugged
me and kissed the top of my head.

The next morning I was on my way upstairs to talk to R.J. when I heard his
door close and him coming bounding down the stairs.  "Oh, sorry," he said as
we almost fell over each other. "You coming to see me?" he asked.  I nodded,
"Yeah. You going out?" I asked. "Yeah, I do have some more errands to run
today.  Got to pick out funature and stuff like that but," he continued, "I
was on my way to see you first."  I smiled and could feel my face blushing.
"Really? You were coming to see me? Do you want to come inside?" I asked.
"Sure, only for a minute or so," he stated matter of factly.

When we got inside he handed me a box that was wrapped in shiny purple foil
paper with a purple bow. "What's this for?" I asked. "It's for you silly,"
he said with a laugh, "go ahead and open it!"  But I didn't open it.  I sat
down on the couch and layed it on my lap. R.J. came over and sat beside me.
His hand slid down my back and he asked, "Ok, what's wrong."  "I gotta ask
you something," I said, "Do you have a boyfriend?"
R.J. looked at me as if trying to understand the ultimate purpose of life.
"Well?" I said, "It is a simple question.  Do you have a boyfriend?" He
looked at me for a long time and I looked back at him. God, please say no.
Please! I don't know if I can stand it if you say you do and that the
otherday shouldn't have happen or some shit like that. Finally he said, "I
don't know. I think I do."  and then he added, "You tell me Davy, do I have
a boyfriend?" What the hell is he talking about, I thought. How should I
know if he had a boyfriend or not? "Davy?" The back of his hand was
caressing my cheek and he lifted my chin. "Davy?" he whispered, "Do I have a
boyfriend?" I smiled and nodded and hugged him and nearly crushed the
package in my lap.

In the package was a set of purple paints; more shades of purple than I had
imagined there could be.  R.J. said that since I had noticed that the purple
in the horse mural wasn't right it was about time we fixed it. "Besides," he
said playing with my hair, "it will give use another reason to hang out
together."  I looked up and smiled.  He drew close and kisssed me gently on
the lips. "I gotta go," he said. "Wait," I said, "you are my boyfriend,
right?" puzzled out loud. "Yessss...," R.J. coached me into finishing my
thought. "Well," I concluded, "don't you think I should be going along to
help you pick out the furnature?  I have a great eye for color. You said so
yourself and someday... uhhhhh...well, we might move in together and you
won't want to have buy all new furnature because  your boyfriend hates your
stuff?"  R.J. laughed and said, "Man, you already us living together?  First
things first, call your mom and make sure it is o.k. for you to go along!"

[Diary Entry - November 11, 1992  Dad called tonight. Mom and him talked.
Mom's crying.  He wantED to talk to me. It was like 'Happy Birthday sport!'
and 'Hi Dad. How's it going? Yeah, miss you too. Here's mom.'  God what does
he expect me to tell him? 'Hey Dad, guess what I'm gay and I have a new
boyfriend.

Since school started R.J. and I have tried our best to keep things looking
like we have... just a regular teacher and student relationship.  It is
getting harder.  Every time I see him I want to be in his arms.

We've been working on the van.  But that is going slow because of school; we
really only work on it on weekends and then sometimes we do other things.]

As I was coming up the sidewalk towards the apartment, I saw mom and R.J.
out front.  Mom was telling him something really serious I could tell just
by the way she looked.  R.J. looked and saw me coming and nodded to mom.
Mom turned and looked at me and said, "Oh, hi honey.  Did you have a good
day?" "Yeah," I said, "what's going on?"  I looked at them both and R.J.
turned a little red. "Oh, it's nothing really," mom said, "I just needed
some manly advice. Thank you R.J."  She turned and went up the steps.  "What
is going on?" I said.  R.J. answered, "Let's go up stairs and talk."

We got a couple of pops and sat on the black leather couch that we had
bought together just before school started. "Well," R.J. said, "I don't know
where to start.  It seems your mother thinks it's time you learn about sex.
And she asked me if I won't mind talking to you about it." I couldn't take
it and started laughing so hard that soda came spirting out of my nose.  I
laughed a long time and R.J. laughed too but said, "Really, she wants me to
talk to you." He continued, "She says that you show no interest in girls and
she thinks you might have a slightly unhealthy affection for me."  I stopped
laughing. "What do you mean?" I said. "She wants us not to see so much of
eachother so that you can develop some friends your own age." Now I was
pissed. "What!" I screamed. "She thought it bested if we talked about it and
then ..." I wasn't listening, I couldn't listen. I turned to him, "Are
telling me that you agree with this shit?" I asked. He took a deep breath,
"I gave my word that I would mention it and talk to you about having some
friends your own age." "And what the hell would I do with friends my own
age," I posed, "Let's really get down to it. Your telling me that she wants
me to find a girlfriend, right?"  He nodded, "I think.  Something like
that." he stuttered, "I mean she said that if it turns out your just not
interested in girls that your still her son and she would always love you
and support you.  She's just confused and doesn't know how to talk to you
about it."  I let the last part sink in.  I had been more distant lately.
Mom and I use to talk about everything.  I sighed. "Do you think we should
see less of eachother?" I asked. He held his head down and said, "That's not
a fair question." "What do you mean?" I asked. "No," he said, "That's not
what I want."

Mom and I didn't speak a lot for the next few days and I felt really bad.  I
hung around the house really wanting to go up stairs and see R.J.  She was
sitting in the living room when I came out to talk to her. "Mom," I said.
"What is it honey?" she answered patting the couch for me to come and sit
down with her.  "This is not going to work," I stated. "What?" she asked.
"What did you mean that I have an unhealthy affection to R.J.?"  She looked
up at me and shook her head, "I didn't accuse you or R.J. of anything,
David," I just want you to be happy."  I thought about that for a second.
"Mom," I whispered, "I am happy.  I'm always happy when I am with R.J."  She
looked at me and her eyes began to water. "Honey," she started.  "Mom," I
continued, "I don't like girls.  Really. I know I'm suppose to but I don't."
  "Davy," she whispered, "maybe you're just not ready yet. Maybe when you're
a little older..."  I shook my head and Mom cried.

[Diary Entry - June 15, 1993 Finally school is out.  God, when I think about
all the shit that happened this year - God.  The best is that mom and I have
come to terms with me being gay.  She knows that I have kissed and "been
intimate" with a "boy" but she doesn't know who and seems not to want to
know the details.  Dad doesn't know and we both avoid subjects that could
lead to embarrassing questions.  Mom helps me alot when he is heading in a
direction that could get us in trouble.

She's been great. Dad been visiting more and more.  Mom and he seem to be
getting a long again together. They've even been going on dates. I think
that is great because it gives R.J. and I some time to be alone.]

There was noone home at R.J.'s so I just let myself in with the key he had
given me.  Mom was out on a date with Dad and was going to stay over night.
"Getting pretty serious between you two," I teased.  She smiled and looked
into my eyes. "It's R.J. isn't it?" she said, "You're in love with him." My
mind was spending a hundred miles an hour. "If I told you I didn't want you
to see him again," she posed, "I suppose you'd hate me and if I turned him
in, you'd hate me too." I had a lump in my throat. "What are you going to
do?" I asked. "I don't know, I don't know. But I see how you look at
eachother when you think noone's watching."

I sat on the couch.  I didn't know what to say. At first I thought I would
cry but I didn't.  "Is that it then?" I asked.  "What do you mean?" she
responded. "I guess I am just some stupid 13 and a half year old kid that
got seduced by some mean perverted teacher?" I questioned.  Mom liked at me.
  I could tell see didn't know what to say. "David I didn't say that," mom
answered.  "No, but you act like it.  It's like, if you had solid proof that
something was going on then you would pounce to rescue me! But I don't need
to be rescued! I need you to trust me."

"I never said that I didn't trust you!" mom defended. "O.K. then" I
responded, "Then trust R.J. too. I do. He's not going to hurt me." She sat
quietly for a long time and so did I. "Your so young and beautiful," she
said at last, "and I know that when I leave here tonight you will probablly
wind up upstairs." I started to shake my head but mom motioned to me and
continued, "Come David I'm not stupid." "I know mom," I whispered.  "It may
not matter anyway," she said, "Dad and I are thinking of reconciling and all
of us moving back home together."  This time I did start to cry. "David?" I
fought the tears and said, "I'm really happy for you mom." and began sobbing
and got up and went to my room.

Mom knocked on the door to my room before she left.  I was laying on the
bed, not crying anymore, but wondering if I had screwed up everybody's life
- especially's R.J.'s.  Mom sat on the bed and began rubbing my back. "I
don't know if what I am about to say is right or not, David," she began,
"but here's what I would do if I were you. If you really love him then when
I left here tonight. I would go to him. Because to tell you the truth, I
don't know what is going to happen with Dad and me tonight and you've given
me alot to think about."

And so I took mom's advice.  I ran a bubble bath and was soaking in it when
R.J. got home. "Hello?" he sang at the door. I got out of the tub and
grabbed a towel. "I'm in here," I sang back.  He came into the bathroom just
as I finished towelling off. "Well, well, what do we have here?"  he teased.
  I dropped the towel and moved into his arms. "A horny 13 and a half year
old who happens to be naked and cold."  He grapped me and we kissed and I
tried to push myself deeply into him. He grabbed my hand and led me to the
bedroom.  He took his shoes off and I layed on the bed and watched as he
stripped nude. Then he layed his body on mine and we kissed and rubbed
noses. "I want you to do something," I said. "Anything my love," he
responded. "I want you to put it inside me tonight."

"Why? I thought we were going to wait until you were older... on the first
night we moved into together," he said.  "I changed my mind," I said flatly,
"I can change my mind." I could feel his cock stir just at the thought of
being inside of me and I wiggled beneath him. "I don't know, Davy," maybe we
should wait." I kissed him and his cock stirred again. "You don't really
want to wait," I whispered, "and never do I."  His hand caressed my face and
we kissed; our mouths open and your tongues freely exploring eachother. I
lifted up and nibbled on his ear.  He reached for the dresser drawer and
pulled out some KY Jell.  We kissed as he applied it to my ass and his cock.
"Are you sure, baby?" he asked again and again as we kissed. "Yes," I said,
"yes I am sure."  He kissed my nipples and tongued them gently as he slid
his finger into my ass.  I loved that and it was the usual way for me to get
fucked; he would suck me off with his finger in my ass.  I moaned out loud
and he began to suck me as he fingered the warm passages of my inner body.

He fingered me close to climax before stopping and readjusting his position.
  He looked down at me and smile.  I smiled back and said, "I love you," and
closed my eyes and waited for him to enter me.

He pressed his cock against my asshole and I could feel the tender flesh
being pushed aside.  We glazed into eachothers eyes until I felt the first
wave of pain shooting from my ass through my balls, my cock and into my
belly.  He stopped and waited for me to get use to the new sensation.  "You
O.K.," he asked.  I nodded and he began to move his cock abit in and out. I
threw my arms around his neck and kissed him.  The pain was disappearing and
I was able to move my ass towards his in coming cock.  Each time I would
thrust back against his cock I could feel him slide deeper into my ass. I
would take a deep breath as he pulled out and then push against his cock
when he pushed in. My cock was leaking precum and we had develop a very good
rythum when he said, "I think I am all the way in."  I reached back and felt
where my ass and his cock were locked in union. I looked up at him and smile
and said, "Cum inside of me."  He kissed me and started to move and grind my
ass.

The feel of him inside of me made me wild. I thrusted and thrust myself
against his cock trying to get him deeper inside of me. "Oh god, baby," he
moaned. "I want you," I responded. He bumped and grinded my ass and my cock
jump each time he penetrated me. It felt so good. My cock was jumping wildly
now and I knew it was only a matter of time. And so I closed my eyes and
gave myself to the thrilling flashes of pleasure coming from my ass and my
cock. "Oh!" R.J. moaned and his cock began to jerk and jolt in my ass and I
felt his fire hot cum spark an explosion that sent my cum splashing over his
belly and mine.

We layed there together in bed with my head on his chest and I told him
everything that my mother had said. "Jesus Davy," he said, "You should have
told me before." "I know," I replied, "but then you would have told me to go
home and we won't have had tonight. I wanted to have tonight." He was really
quiet for along time and so was I but I could tell by the way he held me
that he wasn't mad. "R.J.," I said at last, "If I can't see you anymore,
will you remember me?" He hugged me and said, "I will love you forever
Davy."

I waited for him to fall asleep and I slipped out of his arms and went
downstairs about 3:00am.  The apartment felt cold and loney and I thought
many times about going back upstairs and spending the night with him. I
layed in bed and thought about him and was reaching for my diary when I
heard the front door open.  Mom came into my room and said, "You're here." I
looked up at her and started to cry. "Please don't do anything to R.J. mom,"
I pleaded, "I'll stop seeing him if you want. Please...." and I cried.  Mom
came over and sat on the bed with me and I crawled up in her lap and she
held me. "I'm not going  to let anything happen to you or R.J.," she said
and I held on to her with all my might.

She told me that she and dad had decided that it was time to put the family
back together. "I really love your father," she said. "I do too," I sobbed.
"Do me a favor then," she asked, "will you tell him that sometime?  He
misses you so much."  I nodded through my sobs and she got up to leave.  "I
love you, David," she said at my door, "and remember this also, things have
away of working themselves out."

[Diary Entry - June 30, 1993 I haven't seen R.J. in two weeks.  The moving
van is here and dad and mom are busy telling the movers where everything is
suppose to go. I feel sick and want to see R.J. before we leave but don't
know if that will get us in trouble or not.  Mom and dad seem really happy.
I guess I am the only one who isn't.]


I've been moping around lately. I can't help it. I miss R.J. so much.  Mom
told me she went and talked with him and explained everthing and that he is
doing O.K. I was just wandering around the apartment looking at the mass of
newspapers and boxes when I heard mom say, "Oh R.J., come on in. I'll get
David." I walked the other way and went into my room; mom following me. "I
really don't feel like being polite and I don't want to say goodbye to him,"
I explained.  "David," she said, "you've been moping around for the last two
weeks.  You want to see him and here is your chance.  Go take a walk and get
something to eat.  The movers will be done by the time you get back." I
hated it but see was right.  I wanted to see him and tell him I still loved
him.

We walked to the park in silence.  By the time we stopped by the duck pond
my eyes were red from crying.  "Please don't cry Davy," R.J. pleaded, "Here
I got you something."  He handed me a purple felt box. "But you can't open
it now.  Wait until the van is on its way," he said, "O.K.?" and smiled. I
hugged him and stroked my hair; the first time we had touched in two weeks.
"You know?," he said, "Things have away of working themselve out."  "Yeah,"
I said, "That's what mom says too." and let the tears fall freely from my
eyes.

Mom and dad were waiting for us when we got back.  Dad was giving last
minute instructions to the van driver and mom was sitting in the car.  I
waved at R.J. and started over to the car.  Mom got out and said, "Davy,
come here a minute. "  Dad saw R.J. and went over to him and it looked like
they were arguing about something and then they both laughed and I could see
R.J. was saying, "O.K, O.K." and dad reached into his back pocket and pulled
you his wallet and gave R.J. a wad of cash.  "What's going on?" I asked.  "I
told you things have away of working out.  I talked to R.J. a week or so ago
he's agreed to let you stay with him for the summer."  I couldn't believe
it! "What!" I said.  "Listen to me David," she said, "Your father doesn't
know about you and R.J. and God only knows what would happen if he did.  But
you kept you part of the bargin even though I know now how much it hurt you.
  I told dad that you loved it here and that it would give he and I a chance
to be with eachother this summer. Well, only time can tell if I am wrong on
this one and if I am please forgive me but I think this is really what you
want."  I could see the tears welling up in her eyes and I hugged her.  "It
is what I want mom," I assured her. Dad came over to the car and she said,
"You'll call?"  "Everyday," I answered.  And I hugged her and whispered, "I
love you mom.  Thank you."  Then I turned to dad.  He smiled and said,
"Davy, I'm sorry I haven't been here for you the last few years but I
promise that..." I just hugged him and said, "I love you dad,"  and his
voice choked and he hugged me and said, "I love you too."

I went and stood by R.J. who whispered, "Told you things work out." "Yeah,"
I said, "but one of you could have told me!"  "Wasn't part of the deal." he
responded and we both smiled and waved as my parent started on their way.
Dad honked the horn and mom leaned out the window and said, "Take care of my
son." and R.J. promised that he would.

[Diary Entry - November 20, 1997  Well it's been four years since R.J. and I
started livig together.  And I am really happy. We are going to stay with
mom and dad again this year for Thanksgiving.  Mom says dad has been doing
some remodelling and that we shouldn't be surprised by our rooms.  That's
the one thing I hate about these trips home.  We always have to pretend like
we are just good friends and sleep in different rooms.  But still mom always
pulls me aside and we talk about me and R.J. and how things are going.]

I played with the ring on my finger that R.J. had given me the day my
parents had let me stay with him.  It's a gold band accented with diamonds
and an onyx stone.  I had always taken it off before we saw my parents but
had decided not to this time.  "For christ sake, R.J.," I said, "I'm
seventeen now.  We've been living together for four years. If they ask, I'll
tell them you gave it to me for Christmas."  R.J. didn't agree and we argued
about it but I held fast about not taking it off anymore.

Mom was looking out the door as we drove up and started to scream back into
the house at dad, "Their here!  Their here!" and they came out of the house
to meet us.  They both kept talking about how much I had grown over the last
year and said that R.J. was really taking good care of me.  Mom said she
really liked the earing that I had gotten but dad said he wasn't all so sure
that was a good idea. "Don't tease him," mom scolded.  "Well," he said,
"Just being honest." Mom waved at him like she was swatting at a fly.

We carried the bags into the entry and dad said, "Oh, let's leave these here
for a minute. I want sit and chat a bit before we settle in."  R.J. and I
looked at eachother.  "Go on," mom said and we all followed Dad into the
study.

"You know," Dad started, "I don't know if everyone here thinks I am stupid
or what. But I'm not.  I've been waiting for one of you to say something
about this situation and noone has. I'll be damned  if I am going to sit by
another year and pretend I don't know what's going on."  R.J. and I looked
at eachother. "It's my life dad," I said and R.J. grabbed my arm. "Agreed,"
my dad said, "but you are still underage."  I stood up and turned to R.J.
and said, "I want to leave." "What?" dad laughed, "Without seeing you
rooms."  I looked and mom and she just shrugged and smiled.  "O.K." I said,
"I'll play along."

We went upstairs.  The door to where R.J. slept wasn't there anymore.
Instead there was a wall with pictures of him and me through the years.  Dad
openned the next door that led to my room.  The room was completely
remodelled into a small apartment with its own living room, kitchen,
bathroom and one bedroom with a new king size bed.  R.J. and I just stood
there looking first at the room and then at eachother. "Well?" said dad,
"What do you two have to say?"  I didn't know what to say. "Jesus," said
dad, "no thank you from my son or son-in-law.  Why do I bother?"  Mom
laughed out loud and I went over and hugged my dad and said, "Thank you."

R.J and I stayed longer than we usual did when we visited my parents and
made love under their roof for the first time. Dad joked the whole time
about how he got a kick out of us trying to behave ourselves for his sake
but knew it was time to welcome R.J. into the family. "I don't give a shit
what anyone says," he said, "all I know is that I nearly fucked this family
up and you make my son happy. That's good enough for me. The end.

Epilog

R.J. and David live near Salida, CO. They run a art gallery and have an
adoptive five year old son, Shawn. They visit David's parents regularly who
are proud grandparents.