Date: Mon, 14 Jul 2003 09:35:52 -0700
From: Steve Thomas <s4d@hotmail.com>
Subject: Denny-Comes-Out-Chapter 19

This is a fictional story. It is based on the few experiences and many
fantasies of the author. If you are really into graphic sex, it may not
satisfy your purpose for coming here. If you like to hear of real love
and real teen angst, with a little sex thrown in, you are in the right
place. There may be some amount of graphic sex between males. If this is
objectionable to you, or you are legally too young to be here, you are
cordially invited to press your back button.

Characters: Denny (Dennis Andrew Miggs), 20

Garth Roth, 22

Randy Small, 24

Bob, Denny's Brother 3 years older

Gail, Bob's wife

Jack, Denny's oldest brother, 9 years older

Jack's son's, Jacky, Bobby and DennyToo

Denny's dad, James

Denny's mom, Carol

Ray, Denny's dad's Deputy D.A. friend

Randy's mom and step dad, who shall remain nameless!

Roddy, Flight Attendant

Rollie, Garth's dad

Rob, Garth's cousin: (Robert E. Lee Balser)

Tad Newliegh, the new roomie

Jacob Smith, Rob's "Landlord"

Linda Smith, Jacob's wife

Chris & Craig, partners, Rob's roomies.

Seth, Chris's Brother

Luke, Seth's partner.

Etta, The Smith's housekeeper

From Chapter 18:

"Denny, I have to ask you this." He said, looking deeply into my eyes. "I
know we have not known each other long, but -- do you think you are ready
to commit to me -- for an exclusive relationship?"

I was speechless. Then my voice came to me. "I -- uh -- are you -- ah --
asking my to -- uh -- go with you?"

"I guess I am, aren't I?" He smiled at the thought.

"Wow!" I said. "I just don't know what to say!"

He looked a little frustrated. I hated myself for saying that. He gave me
another chance. "Well -- (SIGH!) if you did know what to say -- what
would you say?"

"I think I'd say, YESSSSSS!"

He relaxed on his side beside me and put his han d on the back of my head
and pulled me into another very passionate kiss. I started to say
something. "SHhhh!" he said, as he gently grabbed my woody and started to
pump it. He kept my gaze the whole time. I started to whimper when my
time came. "It's okay -- the walls have been sound-proofed. Let it go!"
he said.

I started to moan louder and then a high pitched yell, as I got off in
the most powerful orgasm I could ever remember. Never once did I take my
eyes from his. When it was finished, I grabbed his and started to wank.
He protested. I said, "That's not fair!"

"But you've already finished. And I KNOW you don't feel like doing
this."

"Rob -- this is like a sealing to our -- agreement. K?"

"You're right." He said. I pumped him to a very huge completion.
Apparently size also translated into more -- well, much more -- jizzum.
When it was finished, I brought my wet, frothy hand up to my face and
smelled it. Then I started to lick it off. As I did this, tears started
streaming from his eyes. They weren't tears of remorse -- they were
tears of gratitude and love. I sensed that Rob had risen to a higher
plane.

"Good morning, Denny." He said almost gravely. I l -- l -- love you -- I
think." Then my eyes started flowing over. We hugged again, our slippery
bodies caressing each other. We then grabbed towels and headed for the
shower.

Notes: As many of you know, Rob has been very special to me. I won't
spoil this sweet ending (to the chapter!) with any more, except as
always, Please write if you feel inspired to. Put "Denny" in the subject
line. Thanks, and Love! Steve s4d@hotmail.com

Chapter 19

Rather than a hot shower, I preferred a cool one this morning. I felt so
warm and complete -- more than I knew was possible. I felt almost guilty,
I felt so good. Was anyone allowed to feel this good? Rob came over to
bathe me. "Ooo -- ah! Eeek!" He exclaimed! "That's cold water!" he said
as he handed me the soaped up cloth.

"I am just so warm, I needed to cool off." I answered.

"Warm?" Rob said. "You were HOT!" He stepped a little closer and turned
off my shower. He shivered as he surrounded my cool body with his. He
looked down into my eyes and looked like he was going to kiss me again. I
was ready. Then he said, "Denny, I want to tell you something."

He all of a sudden looked very serious. "What is it, Rob?" I asked,
almost afraid of the answer.

"You -- are -- um -- well, very young. A guy does a lot of maturing
between 20 and 25." I didn't say anything, but he saw the worry in my
eyes. "Hey, it's exactly that quality -- your youth -- that draws me to
you so much. I don't EVEN feel like I'm almost 25! I just want to tell
you that -- I feel like I am about ready to settle down. I don't know if
you feel this way. And if you don't -- it's all right. I guess what I
was asking you earlier was this: I am willing to take the risk of losing
you -- because of your youth and because you may change your mind." I was
already shaking my head. "Don't discount what I'm saying, Denny. I LOVE
you -- so much it hurts me the even think in these terms -- and yet I
know I have to. What I am telling you is -- I also love you enough to let
you go -- if you someday decide this is not what you want. I know I
really would not have a choice anyway, if you decided to go -- but I want
you to know how much I love you. So much that I am willing to risk being
hurt deeply if you leave.

"Well -- as far as I am concerned -- I'm never leaving, Rob. What? You
think I will someday become insane? That's what it would take!"

He then kissed me deeply and turned the water back on again -- cool --
and proceeded to bathe me under the cold water, smiling and shivering at
me at the same time. Then I turned off my shower, pushed him into his
own. I was sufficiently cool by now -- and I thoroughly washed him off.
All rinsed, he swept me up in his giant arms like I was no heavier than a
teddy bear, and carried me out.

As we were going out, Seth and Blue-haired Luke came in from their room,
holding hands. "You are one lucky boy!" Seth said to me, shaking his
head, as the door was closing.

Okay, Luke's hair is not actually blue, but it is black like
Superman's, and it appears blue in most light.

Rob carried me to the bed and gently lay me down on it. Then he climbed
on top of me. "You know something?" He said. "You complete me. I mean,
before I met you, even though I didn't realize it at the time -- I was
incomplete. I feel full now -- complete."

I was sufficiently cool enough by now that his warm body felt sooooooo
good on top of me! I could feel he was starting to get hard again.

"I feel like a teenager still," Rob started, "But this" he squeezed my
throbbing hardness, "this reminds me that I am getting older."

"Oh give me a BREAK!" I said to him. "You are every bit as virile as I
am, and you know it!"

"Hey, regardless of how I feel, I'm no teenager -- I'm 25! You're just
barely out of your teens, and this" he squeezed it again! "is a reminder
to me. You have been hard as a steel rod since about two minutes after
your blew your load before our shower!"

"Rob, your overreacting!" I protested.

"I don't think so. I may be a bit paranoid, but someday -- maybe someday
soon -- if things go like I hope they will -- we WILL make love -- I mean
the real stuff!" When he said that, an electric shock bolted down to my
dick! "And our age difference WILL be a factor. You will want it more
often than I will."

"I think you're being over-dramatic." I said. He ignored it.

"The saving grace -- for me -- will be that you will be studying a lot."

"Do we have to talk about this now?" I asked. I could feel my duck
starting to soften.

"Nope!" He said. He jumped off me, and went to his drawer and pulled out
some clothes, and started putting them on. I just lay there and watched.
I felt somehow suddenly less full than I felt earlier. I watched as he
shrugged on his tee shirt over the smooth, but rippled muscles of his
upper torso. His arms fully filled out the sleeves. The shirt hung
loosley around his slim waist and rigid six pack. He got out a clean pair
of his tighty-whities, and pulled them over his superbly toned legs, and
up around his tee shirt hem. He tucked that and his ample package into
the underwear. He towered over me.

He smiled down at me. "What?" he said.

"No way!" I replied.

"What?!!" he repeated.

"There's no way I will ever be as in shape as you are!"

"I know!" He said, matter-of-factly. My mouth dropped open. "I don't
love you for your body. I don't love you for your face, although I'm
sure many do -- it's about the most perfect face I've ever seen! I
don't expect you to try to compete with me in this area." He doubled
both fists and pounded his abs. "For me it's easy. I just like to work
out. It's not for everyone. Denny -- I was not talking about physique.
Jack La Lanne has a great physique, even at his age. I'm talking about
teen sex drive. You still have it."

"Oh." Was all I could answer.

"Listen, I came up here primarily to see my friends. Bringing you with me
was a definite plus. I wanted you to meet my friends. I think even more
than that, I wanted them to meet you! Don't look at me like that! I'm
not perfect! I am proud of you! I admit it. Anyway, I'm so happy that
you could come with me! But I will be concentrating my efforts on them.
Can you live with that?"

"I can!" I heard myself say. I knew it before he said it, but it still
disappointed me. I added, "As long as I get you all to myself in here,
after we say good night to the rest."

"I promise you, you will fall in love with this family. And by `this
family' I mean the Smiths and all my brothers up here."

"I'm not so sure about Cath -- er -- what's her name?"

"Carrie? She's okay. She's more than okay. She kind of got burned by
me!"

"What?!!"

"Up until a couple months ago -- we were engaged!"

"What?!!" I repeated.

"Yup! She tried every trick in the book to get me in the sack. I think
she was actually the first to realize -- even before I did -- that I am
gay! I was a real hold-out!"

"Hold-out?"

"You know what I'm talking about. All your young life, you have known --
on some level -- that you are attracted to guys. Me too. We just would
not admit it to ourselves."

"Actually I knew it early on. I just never did anything with it -- other
than fooling around when I was little -- until UCLA -- and Garth." A pain
shot through me as I said his name.

"Still hurts, doesn't it." It wasn't a question. "I know -- for me
too." Hey get dressed, Etta will not be pleased if we are late for
breakfast."

"Does she do all the cooking?"

"When company comes. And this weekend -- I'm company -- and so are you!"

We met all the others down in the big house kitchen. Breakfast was
actually served in the dining room, but the kitchen seemed to be the
gathering place. I could tell that Etta liked it that way. It was nice to
see everyone in the light of day, refreshed from a nights sleep. I could
see a few lines around Luke's eyes -- smile lines -- which made him look
a little older than I thought last night. I didn't remember Seth looking
so drawn. He looked like a little boy still, but -- like there was
something amiss. He really didn't look well. I wondered why.

Both Chris and Craig looked like magnificent specimens. I kept getting
them mixed up. They looked almost like brothers. In the better light,
there was a pretty prominent scar over and through one of Craig's
eyebrows.

Then it hit me. Were they scrutinizing me as much as I was them? Probably
more. I was "stealing" away their Rob. I felt it too. Carrie was every
bit as caustic as she was last night. But Rob seemed to like her. I guess
I'll have to try harder.

"Rob?" Aunt Lindy said. "Can you come back the last week of August? Jake
and Colin will be here, with the children. Their last visit was not
exactly a pleasure trip, with Bobby's family funeral. And Speaking of
Bobby, he will be invited to whatever we do, too. And I suppose we should
invite his brother-in-law and maybe his friend. Larry, is it? And of
course we want you to come too, dear." She said looking at me.

"Bobby's brother-in-law is Lawrence. They call him Rennie." Rob said.
"His friend is Lenny."

I giggled. I could feel my ears and face warm up, as every eye turned to
me. "I -- uh -- well that will be -- funny in a way. Lenny, Rennie, and
Denny -- all in the same room!"

Damn! Why do I have to say such stoooopud things!

I looked from face to face, as one by one they cracked. Then everyone was
guffawing and chuckling. I think I forgot to breath for a moment, as I
let out an expansive exhale. Okay, I know that sounds like an oxymoron,
but that's what it felt like. As the air blew out of my lungs, I seemed
to be filled with something else. Acceptance -- love? I don't know, but
I do know it was good -- it was positive -- and it felt great!

Later on, as Rob and I were walking on the beach, I asked Rob about Jake
and Colin. "Aunt Lindy mentioned `the children'. Whose children?"

"Uri and Ursula were in an orphanage in the Ukraine. They were adopted by
Jake and Colin. They are two of the most beautiful children you ever
saw."

"Wow! Adopted huh? I didn't know that was even legal."

"It's not everywhere. But that's changing. It was an issue for even
Jake and Colin."

"An issue?"

"Well, yeah. Everyone knows -- well everyone who is being honest -- that
children deserve every chance to be in the most positive circumstances."

"Yeah?"

"Well, the "most" optimum circumstances are a normal family with a mom
and a dad." He said. "AS opposed to a single -- or two moms or two dads!"

"I don't know why - - "

"A boy needs a dad as a pattern for his masculinity, and a mom, so he can
learn to relate to women. Lets face it -- most people are not gay! And
the children that have grown up in gay relationships don't necessarily
turn out gay. But if they don't have a dad, for example, it can skew
their whole view of the world. Same goes if there is no mom there."

I was trying to digest this concept as fast as I could. It made sense as
he was explaining it. "But why - - "

"Jake and Colin are married."

"That's illegal!" I protested.

"Not in Vermont -- where they live. And as far as the kids are concerned,
they are much better off with Jake and Colin than they were at the
orphanage! I said the `optimum' family. You know many families that
HAVE a mom and a dad that are far from optimum! But if possible, there is
an optimum. All things being equal, and all, but - - - all things are NOT
equal. And because of that, where there is a committed gay relationship,
there will always be children who will be better off with them than in
some orphanage or even with a mom and dad who are alcoholics or worse."

"I see." There was a long pause as we both were in our own heads -- our
own thoughts. Chris and Craig ran by us, slapping our butts and laughing.
What about them -- are they married?"

"Not legally -- but yes. They exchanged vows in a church in Palos Verdes
a little over a year ago."

"Do they want children?"

"I haven't heard them say anything. That's kind of a personal decision
-- between two people."

"Yeah." We walked for another five minutes. We got back to the `Vette
and after we were in, buckled up and he had started the engine, I asked,
"Rob?"

"Yeah?"

"Do -- um -- are you -- I mean - "

"Do I want children?"

"Yeah -- do you?"

"This is the reason I was a hold-out for so long. I do want kids, but - -
I too have a hard time justifying it. Seeing Jake and Colin has had its
effect on me. You?"

"I've never imagined a life without them."

"Me neither."

__________________________________________________________

The weekend went too fast! Before I knew it, I was back in my daily
routine with Randy and Tad. Except I saw Rob at least once during the
week, and then most of the weekends. Then school was out, and I was back
at home. I got a job working roofing with my dad's friend. It was hard
work -- and hot! Working 10 hour days in the sun, carrying shingles and
shakes up onto roofs when they weren't delivered there. I got quite a
sun tan, and my biceps firmed up nicely. Rob loved that, and encouraged
and inspired me to do some situps. By the beginning of August, I liked
looking in the mirror -- liked it a lot!

The week before we were supposed to go back to Santa Barbara to meet
Jake, Colin, the kids, as well as Bobby, Lenny and Rennie, we were
sitting in the `Vette, overlooking the Huntington cliffs. Rob and I just
grew closer and closer. Rob said, "Denny, have you thought much about
going back to school?"

"Well, yeah. I'm going!" I didn't know what he was getting at.

"Where -- uh -- where are you staying?"

"I assume at the same dorm -- with Randy and Tad."

"Are they still together?" He asked.

"Amazingly -- yes."

"Why amazingly?"

"The have so many hurdles. There's their difference in age." Rob looked
disturbed when I said that. "But Rob, it's different for them. Tad is
sooooooo immature! But really Randy is too. That's really the problem.
They both came from such sucky families. As you know, Randy stays at my
parents house, so I saw them a lot. They fight continually. I don't know
why they stay together."

"Probably that very thing. They have such a similar background." Rob
said.

"I suppose."

"Anyway - - - I was wondering," he started again, "what you would think
about coming to stay with me."

"Wow!" I said. "I don't know."

"It's not that much of a commute. I'd give you your space. We can turn
my second bedroom into a study. It is for me anyway. But we can move your
computer and all your stuff in there. We can network it with mine -- just
for some fun and games. I think you'd get more studying -- and better
studying -- done there."

"Wow!" I felt overwhelmed. I'd spent many nights there with Rob. But to
not "go home" when the "stay" was over? My mind was reeling. I was
convinced by now that I really loved this guy -- a lot! But to move in
with him? I looked at him. I felt like shit, as his excited, expectant
look turned to worry and then to disappointment.

Notes: Cliff hanger? Sorry. This is where this story ends. NOT!!! Do my
stories ever really end? NOT! But I love Rob so much, that I want to tell
the story from his viewpoint from here. I promise that the story will
continue. Already posted is the first chapter of, "Rob", also in the
College section. You'll have to read about his beginnings, and then we
will pick this story back up where it left off.

Comments can be sent to Steve at s4d@hotmail.com Love, Steve