Date: Tue, 9 May 2000 18:51:29 EDT
From: Breakers76@aol.com
Subject: The DJ - Part 7

     This story is fiction any similarities between persons either living
or dead is purely coincidental (although any good writer will write what he
knows).  This is a story that deals with male-to-male relationships as well
as homosexual sex.  If this offends you or is illegal in your location
please do not read any further.  This statement releases me the author and
the site wherein this story is posted from any legal action.  Copyright
2000 by Patrick Sean Purdy.


Chapter 16: New Year's in New York

     I took Brandon's luggage up to the guest room and showed him where
everything was.  It was getting to be mid-afternoon and we needed to head
out soon, so we both showered.  Brandon insisted that he shower in the
guest bath and that I shower in my bathroom.  I tried to protest and tell
him that we wouldn't have much privacy besides this until we returned to
Florida, but he didn't even want to entertain the idea of someone walking
in on us.  Sometimes, he is just too damn sensible, but I agreed.

     We both showered and dressed, me grabbing my clothes out of the dryer,
just as it was finishing up.  Much to my chagrin, the washer and dryer were
located right next to the guest room, and I was able to steal a glance at
my man wrapped only in a towel.  I really loved that view.  I was beginning
to wish we were back in Florida and the weather was warmer, because I knew
he would look fabulous in some of those nice swim trunks that IM
advertised.

     I couldn't help myself; I walked slowly into the room, wearing only my
trousers, and walked up behind Brandon wrapping my arms around him.

     "Hey babe," he said, "What do you think you're doing?  You've got to
get ready too."  I didn't answer directly.  I just started planting kisses
on his shoulder, working my way along to the back of his neck.  From there
I kept kissing up to the side of his neck.  Brandon let out a soft moan and
leaned his head back making my task easier.

     He moved his arms back and started caressing the outsides of my thighs
as I continued to kiss him softly working my way up his neck towards his
ear.  His raised his arms and started caressing my sides just above my
waist.  Brandon knew this was a sensitive spot and I shivered at his soft
touch.

     In return I took his earlobe in between my lips and ran my tongue
across it.  I knew this was one of Brandon's big turn-ons, so when his
hands clenched my ass I wasn't too surprised.  I was turned on immensely,
but I knew we didn't have time for that, instead I started to lean forward
more.  Brandon noticed and turned around to face me as much as he could.
We kissed as if we hadn't kissed in a decade, our mouths pressed together,
both hard and soft.  I simply held Brandon closer to me and he held me
closer to him as we continued our kiss.

     He turned to face me after a few moments and placed my face in his
hands as he started to kiss me once again.  He removed his hands and put
his arms around me as he started to trail his kiss towards my neck.  When
he reached my shoulder he just kissed it once and held him self there, just
laying his head on my shoulder holding me tightly in his embrace.  I moved
my right arm around his back and my left hand held his head, playing with
his hair.  We simply stood there for a few minutes not saying anything, but
communicating so much.

     "I'm so happy you're here with me Bran," I said softly.  I wasn't just
talking about him being in New York.  I was talking about him being in my
life right then.  Brandon knew how I meant it too.

     "You're not the only one," he whispered, "I'm glad you're in my life
as well."  He hugged me tightly one more time and then held me at arms
length and said, "Well, we're gonna be late.  Let's get dressed."

     "Agreed."

***************

     We met up with my friends, making introductions as we came together,
and all of us headed to the station.  We took the LIRR into the city.
Brandon couldn't help but stare in awe as we exited Penn Station and right
into the heart of Manhattan.

     "Close your mouth bran," I said as I looked at him, "I'm sure you have
tall buildings in Harrisburg."

     "Yeah, but not this tall.  This is amazing and they're all tall here.
Movies don't do this place justice."

     "OK," my friend Jason piped up, "What's the plan?  Do we want to eat
and then drink or just drink?"

     Lori and Kathy both admitted that they were hungry and would like to
eat first.  The guys kind of just rolled their eyes to the back of their
heads.

     It was decided that we would walk up 7th Avenue towards Times Square
and find a small place for the girls to grab a bite and then we'd start in
on the bars.

     About half of us were of age, the others had fake IDs.  I wasn't sure
what Brandon had if anything, and I asked him about it.  He told me that he
didn't have a fake ID, but that it wasn't necessary; he was planning on
charming his way to alcoholic bliss.

     Normally, I'd say that in New York City, on New Year's Eve, charming a
bartender would be downright impossible.  After all, they're gonna get a
lot of legal business, so they don't need to take chances that night.
However, something told me that if anyone could simply talk his way into a
drink, than Brandon could.

     When we came to the first bar, I knew Brandon would have no problem
getting served that night.  He walked up to the bar, never flinched, caught
the attention of the female bartender and smiled as he ordered a Bacardi &
Coke.  He ordered that drink as if he had ordered it a thousand times.  The
bartender started to ask for ID and then she just flashed a smile and said,
"OK."

     I was a little surprised to realise that I didn't really know
Brandon's drinking habits.  We'd had wine with dinner or at home; we'd
drank beer while hanging out; but we never really went bar drinking.  I
guess I never suggested that as a date because he was underage and because
he worked in clubs so much.  That was the other thing, Brandon didn't drink
while he was on the job.  As a DJ he gets comp drinks, but I noticed he
usually bought drinks for his friends and stuck to bottled water all night.

     The evening progressed as we hopped from bar to bar towards Times
Square, where the crowds were growing thicker.  We'd just been drinking and
talking to each other about nothing in particular.  Just wandering from
subject to subject, and switching conversation partners every so often.
Brandon got along with everyone and was having as good a time as any of us
had since our Junior year of High School, when we began this tradition.

     By the time it was 11:30pm, we were all in the heart of Times Square
and we were all pretty drunk.  It was freezing, and even though we'd all
drank, we were still cold.  Brandon and I huddled close together to keep
warm, while the guys and girls did the same.

     Brandon was standing in front of me facing in the same direction, both
of us looking up towards the ball which would soon drop.  I put my hands in
the pockets of my overcoat and wrapped my arms around Brandon hugging him
to me and bringing him inside my coat.

     "Are you having a good time," I asked.

     "The best."

     "Good."  I put my chin on his shoulder and just stayed there thinking
how perfect everything seemed to be.  If happiness was an object to be
found, than I had found it.  If happiness was a feeling to have and to
cherish, than I would remember this feeling forever.

     "Evan," Brandon whispered questioningly.

     "Yeah, Bran?"

"Never mind."

     "Brandon, you know I hate that.  What were you gonna say?"

     "Oh, just that I'm really enjoying myself, and I wanted to thank you.
So, thank you Evan."

     "I should be the one thanking you.  I do this every year, but I've
never been so happy doing it."

     "Look Ev, a minute left."

     We both looked up as the final minute of 1997 slowly washed away, my
head perched on his shoulder.  I gave Brandon a quick peck on the cheek.
The great thing about being in New York City was that we could be two men,
being this intimate, and there was less fear of persecution.  I wasn't
worried about what those around us though, I was simply comfortable with
him.

     The seconds ticked away and soon the entire of new York was chanting,
"Ten, nine, eight . . . three, two, one!  HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!"  At that
moment, my friends, Brandon and I started jumping up and down, giving each
other high-fives, hugs, quick pecks, then I turned and looked at Brandon.

     Time stopped just seconds into the New Year.  Brandon and I looked at
each other and grabbed for one another.  Instinctively, we both reached up
and placed our hands on the back of each others heads, pulling ourselves
into a slow long kiss.  It felt like that first kiss.  The butterflies in
my stomach, the electricity coursing through my body, the way I knew that
he was my match.  All those little things I'd felt here and there, but
hadn't spoken; they were all in that kiss.

     It seemed to continue forever and I couldn't hear a thing around me
even though there were a million people screaming, shouting, and hollering.
There was an energy all around us of excitement and happiness, but it was
nothing compared to the energy I felt deep inside of me caused by Brandon.

     We finally, broke the kiss, and started at each other.  He said my
name at the same time his name passed my lips, then at the exact same
moment we said, "I love you."

     His eyes grew wide, be it from realizing what he said or hearing me
repeat the same thing, or a combination of both.

     I stared at Brandon in complete shock of the moment.  I'd been feeling
so much in the last month that I wasn't sure where it would all come to.
Now that moment was here and I said those three words and heard them from
my lovers lips as well.

     Brandon started to cry a little and grabbed me by my jacket pulling me
to him.  He hugged me as his tears turned to sobs.  I just held him as he
held onto me tightly, shaking as we embraced.  Then I heard him break his
sobs trying to speak.

     "Thank...you," he said between sobs, "I was...so...scared...to
say...those things."  Brandon took a deep breath and calmed down.  He was
still crying a bit and I had started crying too. Then he continued, "I was
afraid if I said that, that you'd be scared off.  Then you said it too and
I was so relieved, so in awe."

     "Brandon, I know exactly how you feel," I told him, "I've been on a
roller coaster of emotion since we've been together and I didn't know how
to express it, how to tell you."

     "Evan, you always know the right thing to do, the right thing to say,
how could you not know how to express it?"

     "Well, you're always so calm and cool.  I know you have feelings for
me, but I know that I've presented some identity problems.  I see the way
that you try and keep things on an even flow because of that.  I felt that
I'd be rushing you with my emotions when you weren't ready."

     "So, we were both projecting walls.  Evan, that's not fair to either
of us."  With that Brandon grabbed me and kissed me again.

     I wasn't sure how much time had passed for all of it to transpire, but
Jason had practically tackled Brandon and I as he said. "Come on.  We've
waited long enough for the two of you."  Brandon and I started following
the group, our arms wrapped around each other.


Chapter 17: Family

     I awoke on January 1st around 12:30 in the afternoon.  It took me
another ten minutes to roll out of bed.  I wasn't hung over, but I wasn't
feeling very good either.  I walked into my bathroom and brushed my teeth.
Then, I pulled on my boxers and crept down to the guest bedroom.  I slowly
opened the door and peered in.

     "Looking for something?"  I turned and there was Brandon at the top of
the stairs in his boxers.

     "Well," I confessed, " I was looking for you."

     "Sorry, I'm not in there."

     "I noticed.  How long have you been up?"

     "I woke up about two hours ago.  I've been watching you sleep off and
on.  I must say, Evan, it was quite a beautiful sight; especially when the
sheets slipped off of you and exposed your nakedness to me."

     "I smiled at him saying, " Well, if you're up, I might as well go take
my shower."  Brandon pouted and walked towards me.

     "I don't think so Evan," he said, "I didn't watch you sleep for two
hours for nothing.  You at least owe me a kiss."

     We embraced for a very long kiss.  I was beginning to really enjoy
this, and it would make an excellent morning ritual.  In the back of my
mind I heard a door open down the hall.

     "Oh my God," I heard my sister exclaim, "That is so cool!"  With those
words the kiss was ended quite abruptly.

     "Good morning, Julie," I said.

     "Morning."

     "Brandon," I continued, "This is my sister Julie.  Julie, this is my
boyfriend Brandon."

     Julie extended her hand and said, "Cool.  Pleased to meet you
Brandon."  They shook hands and Brandon expressed similar sentiments.

     "So, Evan," Julie questioned, "Mom and Dad told me he'd be here, but I
thought they were pulling my leg.  I guess they weren't and I guess that
means that you really are gay, right?"

     "Jul," I explained, "Of course it's true.  Do you honestly thing I'd
go through all of this for some kind of practical joke?"

     "No, but this just didn't seem real until now.  After all, you're
Evan, the perfect older brother; you're supposed to get married have the
kids, the pets, the house, and live the American Family Dream."

     "Well, I will be living the American Family Dream; it's just that
'family' will have a different meaning to it."  I grabbed Brandon's hand,
which was waiting for mine, and smiled at him.

     "That's cool too than."

     "I'm glad you approve Jul," I said with a wry smile playing across my
lips.

***************

     That afternoon Brandon and I hung out around the house.  Julie asked
him a thousand questions and wanted to know everything about my
boyfriend. He told her everything she wanted to know and Julie and I told
him stories about our growing up.

     As the afternoon progressed, I started to realise that my parents
would soon be home.  Soon, the informal type of questioning that Julie gave
Brandon would occur again, but this time more like a third degree.  My
parents would want to know all about Brandon and to be able to approve of
him.

     I got scared, this wasn't fair to Brandon.  I wanted to rush him out
the back door and to the airport.  I looked over at him laughing with my
sister.  How could he sit there so cool and calm talking to Julie?  Didn't
he know the interrogation that was coming?  Didn't he realise what was at
stake?  Then it was too late . . . I heard the car pull into the driveway.

     "Well," I said, "Here goes nothing."

     "What are you talking about," Brandon asked.

     "My mother is home, so now you're gonna have to face the third
degree."

     "Evan," my sister asked, "What the hell are you talking about?
Brandon is so cool, and Mom loves everybody anyway.  Mom has never given
anybody the third degree.  What's wrong with you?  You look sick."

     "Yeah," I said calming down a bit, "I'm not sure what I'm thinking
don't pay any attention to me."

     "I never do," Brandon said.  I put on a pouty face at that remark and
he quickly recovered.  "OK, I pay some attention to you, babe."  I smiled.
At that moment my mother entered the front door.

     "Jesus, it's cold out there," she said from the foyer.  I got up to
greet her and gave her a kiss on the cheek.  OK, so I'm a bit of a "momma's
boy;" that might be one reason she knew I was gay.

     "Good afternoon.  Did you have a good time last night?"

     "The best Mom," I told her, "We didn't wake you getting in so late did
we?"

     "No, your father and I sleep through anything," she answered, "So,
where is the mysterious man?"

     "I'm right here Mrs. Tramore," Brandon said from the doorway,
extending his hand, "Pleased to meet you."

     "Very nice to meet you as well Brandon; and call me Betty."

     "I think I'll stick with Mrs. Tramore for now."

     "All right, but you'll have to change that sooner or later."

     "Deal," Brandon agreed, "Come sit and relax, I was just chatting with
your daughter about the things her and Evan did growing up here."

     "Oh, getting all the family dirt, were you?"  I couldn't believe how
easy Brandon was with my mother.  We all walked into the living room.  My
mother curled up on the couch, slipping off her shoes and kicking them
under the coffee table.

     We all sat there talking and laughing, just talking away the time.  At
one point we were all laughing so hard, that none of us heard my father
come in.  He must've been listening for a few minutes.

     "So," he said, "We're not going to have to throw him out Betty?"  We
looked towards the doorway and saw my father, leaning against the jamb,
with a grin on his face.

     "No," Mom replied, "He's a nice boy."  Brandon jumped up and shook my
fathers hand.

     "Pleased to meet you Sir, I'm Brandon."

     "Good handshake Brandon," my father remarked.  I wasn't sure what he
meant by it.  Dad was the one that was having the hardest time adjusting to
my announcement.  His comment good have been a compliment, or it could have
been a polite way of saying that he was happy I wasn't dating a fairy.  My
father was like that, his statements always lent themselves to two
meanings; one pleasant and polite, the other biting and sarcastic.  "Drop
the 'Sir' bit," my father continued, "I'm John."

     "Well, maybe in time," Brandon answered.

     We decided to order in dinner and my parents took the evening to get
to know Brandon.  My mother loved him.  I think she did from the moment in
the foyer.  He had that way with women I noticed.  Which is why he got
along so well with Julie.  The part that surprised me was his easy manner
with my father.

     I know that Dad wanted the best for me.  So, every question he asked
Brandon was because he wanted to make sure that I wasn't selling myself
short.  He wanted to know that being straight or gay, I wasn't going to put
myself in the position of supporting someone else at the cost of losing my
own opportunities.  My father didn't know I'd been down this road with
Brandon.

     Brandon handled Dad like a pro.  He didn't resent my father for the
questions he was asked.  Instead, later, he admitted that he was happy for
me; happy that I had parents that cared that much.

     As the evening progressed, even my father was smiling and laughing,
and I knew that Brandon was truly welcome in our home.  I went to sleep
that evening happier than I had believed possible.  It just seemed that
every time something had gone right with Brandon, and I felt that I was the
happiest I could ever be, he would show me the next level.

<To Be Continued>  
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