Date: Sat, 19 May 2012 05:49:05 +0100
From: Gary Davies <justdave68@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: well that was unexpected chap 9 (revised)

O.K., the usual warnings apply: This story contains sex between males of
consenting age, and if your state or country does not allow such material
to be read, or you are offended by male-on-male sex and you are under the
age of 18, please leave this story now. Otherwise, enjoy Josh's
continuing journey!

Written by David S

Edited by Russ J

E-mail justdave68@hotmail.co.uk

Well That Was Unexpected

By Dave S

Chapter 9

He looked up from the photos he was looking at, probably ones of me, and
thinking where he went wrong, and what he had done to deserve me.

"Dad," I repeated, and he was now looking at me with tears falling
freely from his eyes. "I just have to say this. Then I will go." He
started to say something, but I cut him off. "Dad, please," and he
fell silent.

"Dad, I am sorry to hurt you like this...just...I had to be honest,
and I love you so much...and, well. You taught me to be honest. And now
that honesty has hurt you," I spoke, looking intently, with my dad
totally focused on the photos that lay before him, seemingly ignoring what
I was saying. Nevertheless, I carried on talking, "I am sorry I have
disappointed you Dad. I cannot help what I am, but I thought you would love
me, no matter what. I guess I was wrong. But, Dad, hear me please. I love
you, and despite your rejection of me, I still love and will always respect
how you brought me and Luc up," I said with some tears falling down my
face again. And I said softly, "Sorry, Dad. I love you," and I turned
to walk out, when he spoke.

"I am proud of you," he said. "I have never been more proud of you
than I am right now, Son."

"But, Dad..." I said, with him now cutting me off.

"I love you, Joshua, and that will never change. And the reason that I
am proud, despite the tear works, is that you stood up and told us you were
gay, and I am proud of you for that."

And he came over to me, opened his arms, and I fell into them crying. "I
love you Dad. I thought you rejected me," I said holding on
tight. "That would never happen," he said. "You should know me by
now son; I cannot cry in front of you boys," he said. "And I was not
going to start now," he said. "But, Son, I do love you, and rejection
would never happen between us. Know that. Okay?" He kissed the side of
my face and held me close. I felt loved and with my dad. That just made me
glad to be home.

"I have known for a while, but I'm still happy you feel that you can
trust us not to go ballistic, like some parents do," he said, while a
shocked expression grew on my face. "You knew! How?" I asked. "I
play golf, Joshua," he said, with me, now looking puzzled. "I play
golf with several dads from the high school, and I heard the gossip and
your name came up. I just ignored it, and eventually it went away. But I
heard about you and some other boy who never got named. But you did."

"Sorry, Dad," I said looking at the floor.

"What for?" he asked.

"Me being the centre of gossip at the golf club," I said. "You
have nothing to be sorry for. How old were you?" he asked. "Nineteen,
Dad," I replied. "And the other boy? "Eighteen, but almost 19,
Dad," I said looking intently at him. "Consenting adults, none the
less," he replied. "Absolutely nothing to apologise for," he
finished, and then hugged me. "Absolutely nothing," he finished
off. "What's with photos dad?" I asked.

He looked over at me, picking up the album, and said, "This is the
little boy that needed me, and wanted to impress me so much. This is the
boy I loved with every fibre of my being. This is the boy I would have died
for. And now he's all grown up, not needing me as much, but still
impressing me more every day, and I would still to this day die for him."

"Dad, I will always need you, and want to impress you, and I hope and
pray I continue to do that, Dad," I said with those damn tears again.

"Is Lucas okay with this?" Dad asked, and I nodded and said, "You
know Luc, didn't faze him one bit."

"He still loves you," he said, not as a question, but as a statement
of fact, and I for one knew that to be true.

"So Joshua, Josh, is there a reason for the announcement now," he
asked and I nodded.

"You have met someone, yes?" I started to answer "Ye..." but
he cut me off. "You like him a lot, huh?" he asked, and I smiled,
thinking of Cal. "Yes, sir," I answered. "Tell me about him then,
Son," he asked, and I so wanted to tell him so much about my
sex-on-legs, and I was happy to oblige.

"His name is Calumn Kenner, and he is 19 and from Illinois, and he lives
with his grandparents, because his parents rejected him when he was 16,
when he told them he was gay." He cut me off, "Whoa, whoa, slow down
Josh, slow down. Okay, he's from Illinois. I got that. But, what do you
mean he was rejected?"

I explained, "He told his parents, and they attacked him verbally and
physically, and disowned him and threw him head first out of his home. They
rejected him, Dad." "And now he lives with..." "...His
grandparents, yes Dad," I finished for him. "Wow, some people
don't deserve kids," he interjected, "and is he back at college
now?" he asked, and I shook my head, and explained the situation between
his mother and his grandparents, and the death of his father, and the fact
that, despite their rejection, Cal had still loved his dad.

"She sounds like a cold woman, Josh," he contended, and I had to
agree with the sentiment.

"So, when do we get to meet the person who has grabbed your affections?"
he asked. I said I was coming back for my birthday in three weeks and asked
if it would it be okay if I brought him to stay for a few days. "I would
like you all to meet him. He is a very respectful guy, Dad," I informed
him. "Of course he can come and stay," he said, with me smiling, and
then him making me blush that dark shade of red again.

"I take it you are now sharing a bed?" he asked, with me shrinking
into my chair. "Son, you are almost 20 years old; I am assuming you are
having sex, or at least you should be by now," he continued with me now
feeling two inches tall, shrinking further and further down into my chair.

"Dad, please!" I begged. "Josh, I never raised you to be ashamed
of anything, so stop that right now, okay," he instructed me. "I take
it you two are having sex, and safe sex at that?" he asked. With me now
calming down, knowing he wasn't trying to embarrass me, I replied,
"Yes, Dad. And, yes. We are being careful, okay?" I informed him.

"Okay, that settles it then. In a couple of weeks I will get Lucas to
help me move the double bed from the guest room, and swap it with your
single. Okay?" He smiled, and I asked "Why?" "Well, I cannot
have my son's boyfriend thinking we don't care, when we do! Can we?"
he replied, with a smile, that brought a smile back to my face, and I said
"Thanks, Dad," and he just ruffled my hair, and said "My pleasure,
Son."

And he left to go inform my mom of the new information he had just
received, and I just lay on my parents bed, realising that my family still
loved and cared for me as much as they ever did. That meant so much to me,
as I know some kids that come out don't have it so lucky...like Cal.

I rested there for 20 minutes, and then saw the time and realised Todd
would be here to pick me up soon. So I went down stairs just as the
doorbell went and opened the door to greet Todd with a shoulder bump. At
the same time Mom came over to me and held me, saying, "He sounds nice
sweetheart, and I can't wait to meet him." She kissed my
cheek. "Thanks, Mom, that means a lot to me. I love you," I replied,
and kissed her cheek, and smiled as I left with Todd. "Bye, Mrs M,"
Todd shouted, and she waved us off.

"I take it that went well?" Todd asked, and I just nodded, with a
lump in my throat. I loved my whole family so much, and cannot wait for Cal
to meet them.

"Well, was it bad?" he asked. And I responded, still feeling so
emotional, "No, it couldn't of gone better to be honest." "So
where are we going then?" I asked. "Park. To meet the guys. We have
the cages for two hours, and we could use the practice," he
continued. "I didn't bring my baseball glove, dude," I
replied. "Back seat," he responded, and I looked on the back seat and
there were two gloves, and three baseball bats. "Still a boy scout,"
I laughed, "Always prepared." He smiled that smug smile of his.

"So who is coming?" I asked, expecting some shit coming my
way. "Chris, Tom, Mark, and Aaron, I think!" he replied. Chris is
usually okay with Jack, so I am hoping for the same respect. Mark is
Dale's older brother by one year, but we have been friends since they
moved onto our street when Dale was just nine, so I'm hoping he will be
okay, as Jack and he are close cousins. Tom is one of my closest
friends. He might be a bit pissed I never told him, but I will cross that
bridge when I come to it. Now, Aaron Decker is Todd's best friend, and
has been since kindergarten, and they are real close, probably the same as
Dale and myself.

We got to the park about ten minutes before the rest of the guys were due,
but Tom was already there, sitting on the hood of his car, looking at me
through the window intently. "Let me talk to him first, okay?" I said
to Todd, and he nodded.

I got out of the car and walked toward Tom, and he stood up and walked
toward the tables about 20 yards away, sat down and stared straight at me
and spoke, "So, is it true?" he asked, with genuine sorrow in his
voice.

"Is what true?" I asked, even though I already knew the question.

"You know what I mean. Are you a fag?!" he asked, with me now looking
at what will probably be my former friend, because of the fag
comment. However, Dale used that term when he confronted me, and we are
still best friends.

"Sorry!!?" I looked at him, hoping he would change the tone of his
question.

"I thought it was a clear question. Are you a faggot?!!" and those
words just cut through me, like a knife through butter. It stung. Yes it
fucking hurt!

I stood up and just walked away from him, heading back towards the car and
the safety it offered.

"Josh, are you not man enough to answer me?" Tom demanded, and I
turned with a tear in my eye, knowing what I was going to say could never
be recanted.

"Tom..." I started, and took a deep breath, as my heart was pounding
out of my chest, "Tom, the answer is NO, I am not a faggot, but yes, I
am gay if that's what you are fucking getting at. And with the way you
approached me, I take it you are no longer my friend?!" I looked at him
intently and waited for a response. It never came, so I again headed back
towards the car.

"You could have told me!" he shouted, and I turned and walked back
towards him. "I couldn't. I just couldn't. I wasn't ready to
face that shit!" I yelled back. "I'm your friend, for fuck's
sake!" he again yelled at me with some tears in his words. "Are you
though, are you?" I asked, wanting to hear his answer, as I liked Tom, I
always have. We have known each other since first grade, and apart from
Dale and, of course, now Todd, I always counted on Tom like a
brother. "And what do you mean by that?" he asked, loudly and with
daggers staring at me.

"You said it!" I said back to him. "What do you mean, I said it?"
he replied looking confused, and with that two more cars pulled up.

And we walked further away to continue our heated conversation; I looked
over to see Mark and Chris walk over, embracing Todd, and shoulder
punching.

"You called me a faggot," I returned. "No I didn't. I asked if
you were," he replied. "Same difference," I retorted. "Do you
still count me in the same way you did, before you found out I was gay?"
I asked.

"I am angry with you, Josh." Then, he lightened the tone, "But I
still count you as one of my best friends, if not my best friend." He
came over and hugged me tight, "Just wished you could have told me is
all," he continued, "I mean you told Dale and Todd." I looked at
him and he felt let down as he thought I talked to Todd and Dale and
ignored him.

"I never told them, I never told them. Dale spotted me in town at a gay
pick-up place, and he called me out on it," I said quietly. "No
shit?" he responded with a small laugh in his words, "I bet you shit
your pants when he called you on it?" I nodded, and explained a bit
more, leaving out the fact he caught me blowing Jeff; I thought that was a
bit too much information at this juncture.

"So, we okay, dude?" I asked, with his arm still around my
shoulder. "Yeah, Josh, we are dude." And he hugged me again, and we
headed back towards the others.

Mark started to walk towards me, and Tom tailed off towards Todd, and Mark
just stood in front of me. In his coarse way of breaking the ice he said,
"Fucking Faggot," and before I could respond to the insult, he
grabbed me and pulled me into a bear hug and said, "You should have
fucking said, you idiot!" I just marvelled at his embrace. "I
couldn't Mark, I just couldn't," I repeated, with tears welling up
inside me, "I wasn't ready. You do understand, don't you?!"
"Yeah, I spoke to Dale last week, and he told me most of how he outted
you, so yeah, I understand," he said, as I pulled away gently from the
hug, and thanked him for being him.

"So who is Calumn, may I ask?" Mark asked. "Yeah, Dale told me,"
he continued. Fucking Dale; where is that fucking death ray when I need
one? Jeeze.

"Hopefully you will find out in a few weeks. I am coming back for my
birthday, and Mom and Dad want to meet him," I informed my friends, with
Todd winking at me showing he was pleased how things were going for me.

We hit the batting cages, as we waited for Aaron to show, but we had
already booked and paid for the cages, and we were not going to waste time
waiting on Aaron.

We had been at bat for almost an hour when we took a break, and I filled
them in on some stories from college, and Todd elaborated on his
experiences with his short-time girlfriend, and left nothing out. "Four
guys!" Mark said, whilst pissing himself in fits of laughter, "and
she wanted a ride home after." Chris was almost throwing up at this
point and Tom couldn't speak. "Wasn't funny," Todd berated.

"What wasn't funny?" came a voice walking down towards
us. "Aaron, buddy," with Todd up and embracing his long-time
friend. "You're fucking late!" Todd informed him. "Work, dude,"
Aaron responded, and they talked for a while before we went back to the
cages. I did, however, notice he never spoke to me; he spoke to the others,
just nodded in my direction a couple of times when Todd mentioned me in
conversation. But he never actually talked to me.

It was about 20 minutes later, when it was my turn to bat again; I stood
there waiting for a pitch, when Aaron spoke. "Are you sure you should be
batting dude? Are your wrists strong enough?" he asked with a snigger.

"You know, with them being a bit limp," he laughed, with the others
staying deathly silent and Todd now staring daggers at his best friend.

"Come on, that was funny shit there; you know, `limp-wristed'?"
he continued, with me now fuming and waiting for the next crude remark.

"What the fuck Aaron!" Todd yelled. "Hey, you are the one that is
friends with a faggot!" he said with anger, "And if he can't take
a fucking joke, that's his fucking lookout."

(TUMBLE WEEDS MOMENT, DEATHLY SILENCE)

"What?" Aaron asked. We were all looking in disgust at him, and Todd
was shaking his head at his friend.

"I never took you for a homophobe, Aaron," Todd said, standing right
in front of him. "In all the years I have known you, I never took you as
a hater."

"What the fuck are you driving at dude? I don't hate." he
responded. "You have just insulted Josh, for fuck sake," Todd
continued.

"Oh, the little faggot can't take a fucking joke," and with that
Todd grabbed Aaron by the collar and yelled, "Is this how you want to
end our fucking friendship? Look around Aaron! Nobody, and I mean fucking
nobody, is finding your shit funny!!!" he screamed, and Aaron pulled
away, rubbing his neck.

"Aaron. Mark's cousin, who you spent the summer with, is gay. And
then Jack, my cousin, who I love like my own brother, is gay. And my friend
Tom's best friend is gay. So you, you asshole, are in the minority, and
if you are going to continue hating, well we need to define our friendship,
as I don't need it in my life. So make your fucking mind up dude,
because before you knew this, you and Josh were friends. Remember that!"
Todd continued to berate his friend, and Aaron stood up and walked away,
speaking to himself, "Fucking only trying to have a joke," he said to
nobody but himself.

With the mood somewhat killed, we decided to go for something to eat, and
then headed off back home. I said my goodnights to my friends, and said I
would arrange a party of sorts when I came back in a few weeks to celebrate
my birthday. And with that, I hugged Todd good night and headed across the
street to my home.

I started to head up the path when someone flashed their headlights at me,
and I turned around and someone shouted at me from the car.

"Josh," I heard, recognising his voice. "Aaron?" I
asked. "Yeah, can we talk? Please, Josh," he asked, pleading for me
to talk to him. "Why, so you can insult me more?" I
asked. "Please, Josh."

I walked over to the passenger side and got in. Aaron started the engine
and we drove off.

"Where are we going?" I asked.



To be continued...

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