Date: Fri, 17 Aug 2007 17:27:21 -0400
From: ronyx <ronyx@woh.rr.com>
Subject: No More Rainbows  Chapter 10

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No More Rainbows       Chapter 10



Brent and I were resting comfortably watching television. He still had
his head on my shoulder, and I was gently rubbing his leg. Amber and
Linda would look over at us occasionally. I could tell that they didn't
believe our story that Brent and I hadn't had sex.

Brent's parents returned from shopping later in the afternoon. They
walked into the den and saw us sitting closely together. I had attempted
to sit up and move away when I heard them come home, but Brent said it
would be alright.

"Brent," requested his father. "May I see you in your room for a
minute?" Brent gave me a puzzled look, and then he got up and followed
his father down the hall.

"I told you Dad was going to be pissed," whispered Amber from across
the room. "You guys should have been more careful."

"We didn't do nothing." I insisted.

"Yeah, right," she said mockingly. "Anyone can look at you two and
tell you're in love. Dad's not stupid, you know."

I was beginning to get worried. Even though we technically hadn't `done
it,' our rationalization wouldn't hold up. Masturbating together, and
rubbing our bodies against each other until we had an orgasm, was sex. I
could picture Brent trying to convince his father it wasn't.

Brent returned about fifteen minutes later. He looked worried, but he
hadn't been crying. I guess that was a good sign. "Dad wants to talk to
us," he whispered in my ear. I gave him a frightened look. He grabbed my
hand and lifted me from the sofa. I hesitantly followed him down the hall
to his room.

His father was sitting on the side of the bed when we entered. His face
was expressionless, so I couldn't judge how he was feeling. He motioned
for me to sit down beside him.

"Brent," he said. "I'm very thirsty. Would you go get me a soda." He
looked over at me. "Bring Artie one too." Brent looked at me and gave
me a questioning look. I could tell he didn't want to leave me alone
with his father.

"Sometime today would be nice," his father laughed. Brent gave me a
worried expression, and then walked out of the room.

"He cares about you," Mr. England said as soon as Brent left the room.
I sat quietly, not knowing how to respond.

"When he told his mother and me he was gay a few years ago, we accepted
it." He paused for a minute before continuing. "We knew someday he'd
meet someone and fall in love." He looked over at me and our eyes met.
"I just didn't think it would be this soon. I figured it would be after
he left home and went off to college."

I was becoming increasingly uncomfortable. I didn't know if he was
expecting me to say something. Unsure, I just looked at him and waited
for him to finish.

"He's my youngest, and he's always had a special place in my heart. My
other boys were always so athletic and strong, so I didn't have to worry
about them. But Brent has always been small for his age, and he never
made friends like my other children.

"While the others were outside playing, he would be in his room reading
a book. His mother and I worried because he seemed so alone." I watched
as tears welled up in his eyes.

"After talking to him a few minutes ago, I realized one thing." He
reached out and patted my hand. "He wasn't alone. He was just waiting
for the right person to come along."

Tears began to well up in my eyes also. Mr. England reached over and
pulled me into a hug. After a minute, he pulled back and continued.
"He's told me how he feels about you, and I guess you feel the same way
about him?"

"Yes, Sir," I said softly. "I care very much about him."

"When he returns, then there are some things we need to discuss." I
nodded, but I wasn't sure what he wanted to talk about. Brent soon
returned with the cokes. He gave me a tentative look when he handed me
mine. He was probably nervous about what his father had said to me. He
sat down beside me, resting his body against mine.

"It's obvious you boys care a lot for each other." His father said.
"You're very lucky to have each others as friends. And personally, I'd
like to see you be just that for a while- just friends.

"But I also know that you are young men, and your testosterone is
working overtime." I looked at Brent and he was blushing from the
comment his father had just made. "Your bodies are changing rapidly, and
sometimes it's difficult to keep it in check.

"If you were two friends, then the things you would do together would be
just two boys experimenting- discovering what your young bodies are
capable of doing." Brent and I looked at each other and blushed again.

"However, you two care about each other; perhaps, you even love each
other. So the things you do together will involve more than just playful
experimenting. You will become emotionally involved. How you handle your
feelings may affect you emotionally for the rest of your life. For that
reason, I want you to go slowly." We both nodded our heads in agreement.

"Brent, you are only fifteen, and Artie you're sixteen. I'm not going
to insult you by saying you are too young to understand your feelings for
each other. I would prefer that you not engage in sex. However,
realistically, I know I can't control that. You'll just find ways to do
things when my back is turned." He looked at Brent and gave him a smug
look. Brent looked away and blushed. I knew then that we had been busted.

"I am going to make a request from both of you. I won't make you
promise me anything, because then it will only make you feel guilty; and
that is no way to be involved in a relationship."

"What do you want us to do, Dad?" Brent asked.

"It's more like what I don't want you to do." He looked us both in
the eyes. "I don't want you to have anal sex."

Brent and I looked wide-eyed at each other. That was something neither of
us had ever considered. I know I hadn't. After our initial surprised
reaction, we started giggling.

"Dad, that's so nasty," giggled Brent. "I've never even thought
about that."

"Well, I'd prefer it be that way for a few more years," he said
seriously. "I would never have condoned Debra engaging in sex when she
was fifteen. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

"Yes, Sir," we said in unison.

"So we can do other things?" Brent's face turned about fifty shades of
red.

"I didn't say that," his father laughed when he noticed our
embarrassment. "I said boys will be boys."

"I love you, Dad." Brent put his arms around his father's neck, and
leaned in and kissed him on his cheek. He then leaned over and kissed me
on mine.

"One final thing." Mr. England said. "Your mother and I expect you to
use some discretion. We don't mind you expressing your feelings, but
keep it respectable. We no more want to watch you and Artie swapping
spit, than we would want to watch Jared ramming his tongue down whatever
girl he's with this week."

"Ew," said Brent. "Just give me nightmares." His father ruffled both
our hair, and then got up and left the room laughing.

"That went well," remarked Brent after his father left.

"I thought when he said he wanted to talk to us, he was going to say he
didn't want us to see each other."

"He was," confessed Brent. "I accidentally let it slip out that we had
done something. He got really mad."

"What changed his mind?" Tears appeared in Brent's eyes.

"I told him I was in love with you." I leaned in and kissed him
passionately.

The door flew open and Amber and Linda came rushing in.

"I told you they'd be at it," said Amber to Linda. "They're like
dogs in heat."

"Shut up!" Brent shouted. He got up, but sat down quickly when he
realized his dick was tenting his shorts. Amber and Linda looked down and
began laughing.

"Now it's your turn, Artie." Linda laughed. My face was turning red. I
had my hands in my lap trying to hide my erection.

"He can't stand either," laughed Amber.

After several more minutes of playful conversation, Linda asked, "Where
do you guys want to go later? It is Saturday night." We finally decided
that we would go to the mall and walk around for a while before going to
dinner and then a movie.

We had about an hour before we would leave. Brent suggested that I shower
first.

"Wanna join me?" I gave him a flirtatious look and wiggled my eyebrows.

"Dad would kill us," he said. "You heard what he said."

"He only said we couldn't.." I began to blush. "Well, you know."

"Yes," he replied. "But he also told us to be discreet. Taking a
shower together is not being discreet." I frowned, and then grabbed a
towel and headed to the bathroom. When I returned Brent was standing
naked at his dresser, looking for some clean underwear. I dropped my
towel, and then walked up behind him and wrapped my arms around him.

"Mmmm," he purred, pushing his body back into mine. "This feels
nice." I rested my head on his shoulder and continued to hold him
tightly. He pressed further into me when he felt my erection on his back.

"It sure does," I whispered in his ear. "What did I ever do to deserve
someone like you?"

He moved away and turned to face me. I looked down and saw his cock
jutting out. "You're kidding me, right?" He asked. "You're asking me
that? I go to bed each night wondering what I did to deserve someone as
wonderful as you." I just stood looking at him. The beautiful boy in
front of me thought he was the lucky one.

"Hold on." He covered himself and ran out of the room. I watched his
cute bubble butt disappear out the door. While he was gone, I dressed for
our official first date. He returned a few minutes later, toweling off
his wet hair. He blushed when he realized he was naked in front of me and
my eyes were riveted to his cock.

"Take a picture," he giggled. "It might last longer." I pulled out my
cell phone and directed it at him. He ran into his closet and slammed the
door. I tried to open it, but he was holding it tightly.

"You said I could take a picture," I shouted through the door.

"I didn't mean it," he shouted back. "Besides, it would be all over
the internet by morning."

"No it wouldn't," I started laughing. "I just want it for my personal
enjoyment."

"Pervert!" He screamed. A minute later he came out, dressed in a light
blue shirt and a pair of denim shorts. He looked cute with his damp hair
flowing down the side of his face. I stepped back and aimed my phone at
him. He posed and stuck his tongue out at me. When I looked at it on my
phone screen, it was one of the most beautiful images I had ever seen.

He brushed his hair and put on a pair of sandals, and then walked over to
the bed and sat down beside me.

"You don't have a clue, do you?" He said as he took my hand in his and
squeezed it tightly.

"About what?" I asked.

"How wonderful you are." He looked me in the face and smiled gently.
Then he did the cutest thing- he leaned in and kissed me on my nose. I
sat and looked at him in amazement.

"You really are," he continued. "You're one of the nicest people
I've ever met. You don't put on pretenses like everyone else. You're
modest- and humble. You've got a great sense of humor. I really like
being around you. Plus, you're cute as hell."

I just looked at him in amazement. He had said everything I thought about
him.

"You're kidding me, right?" I asked.

"See," he giggled. "There you go again. Being modest. It's so cute."
He leaned in and kissed me on my nose again. There was a million things I
wanted to say to him, but only one thing seemed sensible. I leaned in and
kissed him. He moaned when I pulled him into me and held him tightly.

After several minutes he pulled away. "We'd better get downstairs or
we'll never get to the mall."

"I'm in favor of staying here the rest of the day." I wiggled my
eyebrows at him.

"Perv," He giggled. He stood, and once again his shorts were tented. He
looked down at me and started laughing. I reached over and rearranged his
cock so it wasn't so noticeable. He giggled as he reached out and
rearranged mine. We then held hands as we walked downstairs to the
kitchen.

"It's about time you brought your butts downstairs," said Amber.
Brent's parents were sitting at the table. They looked up and noticed us
holding hands. I wanted to pull away, but Brent squeezed my hand tighter.
I guess he wanted his parents to accept the fact that we were boyfriends.
Both of them smiled, and then went back to reading the newspaper.

Jared walked in and slapped Brent and me on our butts. "Still sore from
the workout?" He laughed. "No, oh wait! The massage helped, didn't
it?" I don't know who turned redder the fastest, me or Brent. Jared
leaned against the counter and roared with laughter. It was obvious he
must have walked back into the room without us knowing it, and he had
seen us massaging each other after our workout.

"What are you talking about?" Linda asked. I watched as Brent looked at
his brother and pleaded with his eyes not to tell. Jared stopped
laughing, and then gave Brent a knowing wink.

"Nothing," he said. "I was just messing around." Brent and I let out
a sigh of relief.

"Boys," huffed Linda. "And people always say girls make no sense."
She took Amber's hand and looked over at us. "You ready?" We nodded.

"Jared's taking us." She said. We looked over and he gave us a goofy,
toothy grin.

I think Brent and I were afraid Jared was going to try and embarrass us
again as he drove us to the mall. I thought he was holding back because
their parents had been in the kitchen earlier. From what he had said, it
was obvious he had seen me and Brent lying on the floor in the basement
while we `massaged' each other. I didn't know if he had accidentally
returned to the basement and saw us, or if he been lurking in the dark
watching us both reach an orgasm. One thing was for sure- I couldn't
look him in the eyes.

I think he could sense my nervousness. When he dropped us off at the
mall, I was the last to get out of the car. He grabbed my arm and stopped
me as I climbed out of the backseat.

"Just for the record," he grinned. "I didn't see anything. When I
came back down to the basement, I heard you guys having a little fun."
He wiggled his eyebrows, causing me to start blushing. "I went back
upstairs. Sorry if I embarrassed you earlier."

"Thanks, Jared." I reached out and touched his arm. "I'm glad you're
Brent's brother."

"Me, too," he smiled, as I closed the door and watched him drive off.

I caught up with Brent and the girls. We walked around the mall, mainly
window shopping. When the girls went into a Victoria's Secret, we
decided it was time to separate.

"We'll meet you guys at the food court in an hour," said Brent as he
checked the time on his watch. "Be there around 6:15."

"Okay," said Linda. "But you sure you don't want to join us? You'd
look good in a black teddy, Brent."

"What's a teddy?" He asked. Amber turned and pointed to a skimpy
nightgown on a model in the window. Brent blushed and then hurried away,
leaving the rest of us laughing.

I ran to catch up to him. "Sure you don't want to wear a teddy to bed
tonight?" I kidded. "You'd look hot in it."

"Hot this!" He flipped me off and then walked away. He pretended to be
mad at me, but I knew he wasn't. He slowed down and we walked through
the mall, shoulder to shoulder.

When we approached a Barnes and Nobles, Brent asked me if I wanted to go
in. I told him I did, so we spent the rest of our time in the science
fiction section. Brent bought two books by authors I wasn't familiar
with. He told me I could read them after he finished with them. He
assured me I'd enjoy them.

We were about ten minutes late meeting the girls. They were at a table on
the west side of the food court engaged in a quiet conversation when we
approached.

"What do you have a taste for?" Brent asked me after we sat down.

"You," giggled Amber. "He wants Brent on a bun."

"More like Brent's buns," laughed Linda. They laughed harder when we
began to blush brightly. I don't think I'll ever get used to their
sexual jokes.

"How about a pizza?" Brent asked.

"Sounds good to me." I said. Amber and Linda agreed. We ordered a large
pizza, fries and sodas. I wanted to pay for it, but they insisted on
splitting the cost. I agreed, but only if I could buy ice cream for
everyone after the movie.

We were eating and playfully chatting, when I looked across the food
court. I stopped eating as tears welled up in my eyes. My father was
sitting at a table with another man. They were casually dressed and
appeared to be having a good time. Through teary eyes, I watched as my
father would say something amusing, and then reach out and grab the
man's arm.

"What's wrong?" Brent asked when he saw my tearful face. His eyes
followed mine, until he saw who had captured my attention. Amber and
Linda turned when they saw us staring across the room.

"Jesus, Artie," exclaimed Linda. "That's your dad. What's he doing
here?"

I rose from the table and rushed to the men's room located not far from
where we were sitting. I ran into a stall and sat down and started crying
uncontrollably. I knew the first time I saw my father would be painful,
but I had no idea it would hurt so much. It also hurt me to see him with
someone other than my mother.

I hadn't watched them long, but it was long enough to tell that he cared
about the man he was with. The way they looked at each other and kept
touching, it was obvious they were more than just friends.

"Artie, are you alright?" Brent was standing outside the stall,
knocking softly on the door. I reached for some tissue and wiped my wet
eyes. "Will you let me in?"

I started sobbing again. I couldn't control the emotions I was feeling.

"Artie, please?" Brent begged from outside the door. Before I could
reach up and unlock the door, he came crawling in from under the door.
After he was inside, he knelt down and pulled me into him while I cried.
He rubbed my back and whispered softly to me that everything would be
alright.

"It hurts, Brent," I sobbed. "I wasn't ready to see him yet."

"You knew you would have to someday," he said.

"I know," I replied. "But it was supposed to be when I was with Dr..
Ashe. She was going to help me through it."

"Why don't we get out of here?" He continued to hold me tightly.
"I'll call Jared to come get us." He lifted me up and I fell weakly
against him. He tore off some tissue and wiped my tear-stained face.

"Come on." He led me from the restroom. Amber and Linda were waiting
outside for us. "Call Jared." He handed his phone to Amber. He put his
arm around me and led me from the food court. He was careful to position
his body so that I couldn't see my father again.

We exited the mall at the east side and sat on a bench waiting for Jared
to arrive. Brent wrapped his arm protectively around me. Linda sat on my
other side, holding my hand.

"I'll be alright, Guys." I said, as I sat up straight and wiped the
tears from my eyes. "I'm sorry I ruined our first date." I looked over
and saw Brent smiling at me.

"You didn't ruin it," he assured me. "I'm with you, and that's all
that matters." He pulled me into him and kissed me tenderly on my cheek.

Jared's car came racing up to where we were. He stopped and jumped out,
and then ran up to me.

"What's happened to Artie?" He asked excitedly. "You didn't tell me
much over the phone. Is he hurt?"

"I'm okay," I said, but he could see the tears in my eyes.

"Let's get him in the car," said Brent, "and we'll fill you in on
the way home."

Brent took my hand and led me to the car. As I started to get in, I heard
someone call my name. I turned and saw my father standing about thirty
feet away.

"Artie, please," he pleaded. "I need to talk to you."

Jared moved around between us as Brent pushed me into the backseat of the
car. Jared then jumped in and pulled off. I looked out the window and saw
the sad expression on my father's face. I slumped down in the seat and
began to cry once again, while Brent put his arm around me and tried to
comfort me.

I had stopped crying by the time we reached Brent's house. We had driven
in silence. I guess no one knew what to say to be to make me feel better.

Mr. and Mrs. England gave us a puzzled look when we walked in. They
weren't expecting to see us for several hours. Brent went over to his
father and whispered in his ear. His father rose from his chair and came
over to me. He put his hand on my back and led me down to Brent's room
and then closed the door. Once inside, he pulled me into a hug and held
me while I broke down again.

"Let it out," he said soothingly.

"It hurts so much, Mr. England," I wailed.

"I know it does," he said. He led me over to Brent's bed and sat me
down.

"Your father made a big mistake," he said. "But one thing I'm sure
about, he still loves you."

"If he loved us, then why did he do what he did?" I cried.

"I don't have the answer to that," he replied. "Maybe someday you'll
understand."

"I hate him!" I screamed.

"No, you don't." He pulled away and looked into my eyes. "You're
hurting because you still love him. If you really hated him, you
wouldn't be in so much pain."

I held him tightly while I continued to sob. "I want my Dad," I
screamed. I started pounding on Mr. England's chest. "Daddy! Why did
you hurt us so much? We loved you! I love you!"

"Let it out." Mr. England continued to rub my back soothingly. "Let
all the pain out."

After several minutes, I began to calm down. Mr. England held me without
saying anything. I wiped the tears from my eyes and sighed.

"What do I do now?" I asked, more to myself than to him.

"You need to talk to him," he said. "You've got a lot of unanswered
questions. You need to talk to him and tell him how you're feeling."

"I'm not sure I can," I said. "It hurt me tonight just to see him."

"Of course it did," he replied. "You've been emotionally hurt, and
those don't go away quickly. But I think you still love your father, and
you need to talk to him."

"Thank you, Mr. England." I reached out and gave him a hug. "I'm glad
you were here tonight. I really thought I was going to lose it."

"I'll always be here," he assured me. "You're my son-in-law now."
We both started laughing.

"Yeah," I giggled. "I guess I am."

"And whenever you feel you are ready to see your father, I'll be glad
to go with you."

"Thank you. I may take you up on that. I'm not sure I can go alone."

"I mean it, Son." He gave me a hug, and then rose from the bed. "You
want me to send Brent in?" I nodded. He left and within seconds, Brent
rushed in and hugged me.

"You alright?" He asked worriedly.

"I am now," I assured him. "Your father helped a lot."

"Yeah," he said. "He's pretty good at that. I don't know how many
times I've cried on his shoulder."

We sat quietly for a few minutes, just holding hands. I was still
emotional, but talking to Mr. England had helped. I did realize that if I
was ever going to find peace of mind, I'd have to confront my father.

I didn't have to wait long. My cell phone started ringing. When I looked
to see who was calling- it was my father!

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