Date: Mon, 26 Mar 2001 17:30:14 -0800
From: Justyn <justyn51@hotmail.com>
Subject: Reese and Me 17 - Outing

Reese and Me 17 - Outing
March 26, 2001

Written by Jamie McHale

Warning - This story contains sexual content of a homosexual nature.

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and does not involve any real people.

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    Reese and Me 17 - Outing

    I lay on the bed, waiting for my man to return from his evening
practice.  The bed, in Reese's basement spare room was comfortable enough,
but not like home.  It took me two days of self-pity and all out misery to
realize that I did have to go home eventually.  Reese's parents had been
awesome about letting me stay with them, but I was out-staying my welcome.
And there were some things that I needed to take care of across the street
with my parents.  I loved them, and deep down, I knew they loved me too.
Eventually, they would have to get used to the fact that I was gay.

    Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.  "Come in," I said, sitting up
in the bed.

    The door crept open and in came Reese.  "Hey," he offered, immediately
approaching the bed.

    "How was practice?" I asked, moving over on the bed so he had some room
to join me.

    "Same," he replied, laying down next to me.  "My parents aren't home."

    "I know," I said, smiling.  I knew exactly what was on his mind.  "They
said they were going out for groceries."

    Reese grinned big, "K, let me go have a shower.  I'll be right back."
And with that, he shot up off the bed, headed for the door.

    Still smiling, I relaxed into my pillow.  My mind was invaded with
thoughts of my parents again.  I didn't sweat it though, I was used to it
by then.  At that point, I understood that I needed to face this problem,
instead of running away from it.  Because until I did, it would never go
away.  I decided all at once, that after Reese and I spent a little time
together, I would head across the street to deal with my parents.

    Not even ten minutes after Reese left for his shower, he strolled back
into the room.  He was wearing nothing, except a towel and a big smile.
Water dripping down his chest and stomach, he walked up to the foot of the
bed.  I met him there, sitting on the edge of the covers.  He came right up
to me, and I accepted him into my arms.  My head at about stomach level, I
slowly lowered his towel to the floor.  His cock sprang out, already
semi-hard.  I looked up at his face.  He looked delighted, so I pulled him
in even closer, wrapping my arms around his naked body.  I leaned in and
kissed his dripping pecs.  I bit at his bekonning nipples.  I licked a line
all the way down to his long dick, where I began sucking.  Reese saw that I
had to bend down to suck him, so he took the initiative and climbed up onto
the bed in front of me.  He was now on his knees on the covers before me.
I was delighted at the new position, and resumed my job on his cock.  Reese
made a sound as I increased my speed.  My hands found their way to his bare
ass.  He was still wet from his shower, and it was really turning me on.  I
went harder on his dick as it throbbed in my mouth.  My fingers explored
his ass cheeks as the pleasuring continued.  Reese began to lightly pump
forward, humping my face.  I loved it, only taking more of him into my
mouth.

    Suddenly, as Reese's cock began to pulsate, he pushed me back onto the
bed.  He'd been about to cum, I figured.  He immediately began to come down
on me.  He was so hot.  I loved him so much.  Not only was he the best in
bed, but he was supportive and caring.  He gave a shit about my problems.
He cared about my situation with my parents.  And over the past few days,
he had been advising me on what to do.

    Reese straddled me, going for my shirt.  I helped him slip it off.
Next, he bent down and we kissed passionately.  I accepted his tongue into
my mouth and we showed each other just how much we loved.  Reese spent some
time kissing and licking at my chest, but eventually found his way down to
my cock.  Having pulled my pants and boxers down to my knees, Reese bobbed
on my rod.  He sucked and sucked, keeping me on the edge with his warm
mouth.  He used his tongue to stimulate my knob as he kept it up.  Then, I
finally blew my load, Reese swallowing every drop.

    I jumped on top of him, going down on his dick again.  It was his turn
to blow.  And it didn't take long.  After less than five minutes of my
magic, Reese moaned, his body pulsing with sexual energy.  And he fired
shot after shot of jism down my throat.

    After it was over, we lay together.  Him completely naked, and me,
half-naked.  I held him close, the sun slipping out of the sky outside.
The room was soon blanketed in darkness, and we stayed there on the bed,
talking.

    "So, you decided what you're doing?" Reese asked tenderly.

    "Yeah, I have," I replied, kissing the back of his neck.  "I'm goin'
home tonight."

    "You sure?" Reese asked, concerned, "You can stay for longer if you
want.  If you think you aren't ready."

    "I'm ready," I declared, proud of myself.  "I can't keep hiding from
this."

    "I'm glad that you're better with all this now," Reese said, turning on
the bed to face me.

    It had hit me the day before.  My parents actually knew.  Their
precious little boy was queer.  I tried to put myself in their position,
but I decided that I could never understand how they felt.  All I could do
was try to fix things, and help them to accept who I am.  "Yeah," I said,
gving Reese a little peck on the lips.  "I know now that I just have to
face this.  Things'll work out in the end."

    "Yeah," Reese agreed, suddenly trailing off in thought.

    "What you thinking about?" I asked him, touching the side of his face.

    "Just my parents," he explained, "I wonder what they'd say if they
found out about me."

    "I dunno," I said, "They'd probably react the way my parents did, but
then they'd understand and things would be alright."

    "I wonder," Reese uttured, turning his face so that he was staring up
at the ceiling.

    All of a sudden, we heard a clamour upstairs.  It was the front door
opening, and Reese's parents coming in.  "Reese?" his Mother called.

    "Oh shit!" cried Reese, jumping out of bed.  Quickly, he wrapped the
towel around his slim physique and began for the door.  He turned back to
me before leaving, "Don't go 'till I get back, k?"

    "K," I acknowledged, rushing to pull up my pants.  I slipped my shirt
on next, standing by the door to listen to what was going on upstairs.  I
could hear Reese making his way up the stairs for his room.  I could also
hear his parents questioning him about his attire.  He replied that he'd
just come out of the shower.  I could tell that his parents suspected
something, though.

    Moving away from the door, I began to collect my things.  I hadn't
arrived with much, due to my rushed departure from home, so it didn't take
long.  I found myself waiting for Reese to come back for nearly ten
minutes.  In the deadly silence of the room, I could hear voices discussing
something on the main floor.  I could make out Reese and his Mom.  And
every now and then, his Dad.  They almost sounded as though they were
arguing.  And this went on for a while.  Quite suddenly, I heard someone
scream, it was Reese.  Then, there were foot-falls on the stairs leading
down into the basement.  I didn't know what to expect, but was glad when I
saw that it was a now dressed Reese.  He was visibly distraught.

    "What's wrong?" I demanded, getting up to approach him.

    "Nothing," he said hastily, "You have to go home now."

    "Yeah, ok," I agreed, extremely concerned now.  "Are you fighting with
your parents?" I asked, making my way toward the door.

    "Yeah," he replied, still distraught.  I could see that a tear was
beginning to take form in the corner of his eye.

    We made it to the top of the stairs and into the foyer portion of the
home.  I promptly slipped on my shoes and began for the door.  Reese was
urgently rushing me toward it.  "Call me," I told him, sadenned my his
condition.  I had no idea what was going on, but I knew that it was
upsetting him.

    "K," he said, closing the door behind me.  Recovering from the obvious
situation inside Reese's house, I stood looking at my own home.  I began to
plan everything that I would say.  Everything that I would do.  I did this
until I realized that it was useless.  I hadn't a clue what my parents'
reaction to me would be.  They could be furious, or happy to see that I was
alright.  They could decide to punish me, or appologize for their early
reactions.

    Soon, I was standing in front of the door to my house.  With a final
surge of courage, I reached for the door-knob and turned it, entering the
house.  The familiar smells of the house hit my nostrils like a bomb.  It
was all so real to me again.

    "Hello?" called my Mom from the living room directly ahead of me.

    "Mom," escaped from my mouth, as I took off my shoes.  I realized right
then that this could get a little emotional.

    "Jake!" my Mom cried, launching out of her chair.  My Dad wasn't far
behind her.  "Where have you been?!"  It wasn't so much anger in her voice,
but concern.

    "Son!" my Dad shrieked, running toward me.  I met them half-way, and we
had what you could call a group-hug.  My parents squeezed me tight.  I
could already hear my Mom crying.  "I'm so sorry, Jake!" my Dad said, "I'm
sorry!"

    "I'm sorry I took off," I told them, "I was stupid."

    "No," my Dad said immediately, "I was stupid.  I chased my own son out
of the house."

    "It's ok, Dad," I said, tears forming in both my eyes.  "I shouldn't
have let you find out that way."

    And we all just stood there in the living room, holding onto each
other.  In that moment, I realized just how much I loved my parents.  And
how much they loved me.  The next hour or so was spent sitting in the
living room, talking it all over.  I confessed more things to them in that
hour than I'd ever told anyone, even Reese or Chase.  And it felt good.  It
felt good to let it all out in the open.  I'd initally thought that I'd be
entering a disaster zone of flying insults, but I was surrounded by love as
I discussed the facts of my life with my parents.  After it was all over,
my parents said that they were tired and started for the stairs.

    "Good night, Jake," my Mom offered as she made her way up to the second
floor.  "I love you."

    "I love you too, Mom," I called after her.  My Dad seemed to be
linguering by the bottom of the stairs, waiting for my Mom to disappear
into their room.

    "Jake," my Dad began, gesturing for me to step over to him.

    "Yeah," I said, walking up to him.

    "When I discovered you and Reese kissing here in the house, I realized
that you two have been intimate before.  Am I right?"

    This type of talk made me feel terribly uncomfortable, but since the
night had been spent spilling the beans on my sexuality, I decided to
cooperate with his line of questioning.  "Yes, Dad," I answered, my face
turning bright red.

    He didn't look shocked, but I could tell that he was still having a
hard time with the whole thing.  "Ok, just checking," he told me, beginning
to turn for the stairs.  "Just don't ever let me catch you two doing that
again."  After this, he began his accent up the stairs to join my Mother in
the bedroom.

    I completely understood what my Dad was saying.  He didn't tell me not
to have sex with Reese, just not to let him come upon us in the act.  I
understood also why he wouldn't wish to see us doing that again.  I
imagined if I were a parent, I wouldn't really want to see my kids doing
that either.

    I sucked in a deep breath, making my way downstairs for the bathroom.
Passing by the door to the rec room, I remembered all the good times Reese
and I had had in there together.  Our first time was on the hide-a-bed.  I
smiled, entering the bathroom.  I immediately took off all my clothes and
ran the hot water in the huge bathtub.  I decided that I would relax into a
nice bath to clear my head.  Just as I was getting into the water, though,
I realized that Reese hadn't yet called me.  I quickly stepped away from
the bath and walked into the hall for the rec room.  After grabbing the
cord-less phone, I made my way back into the bathroom.  I sighed, slipping
into the hot water.  It felt good, I was almost instantly relaxed.  It
wasn't long before I had to call Reese, however.  I wondered what he and
his parents had been fighting about.  Reese was never in trouble with them.

    I dialed his number and waited.  After the third ring, Reese's Mom
answered, "Hello?"

    "Hi, is Reese there please?" I tried to sound as pleasant as possible,
but I was concerned for my man.

    "He can't talk right now."  Then, she hung up on me.  I couldn't
believe it.  I wondered if perhaps they were all still into it over there.
I almost couldn't stand the suspence of not knowing what was going on, but
I decided to stay right there in the bath.  Whatever was happening was
their business and didn't involve me.  Even so, I still wanted to be there
for Reese if he was upset.

    The phone rang in my hands as I was putting it down on the shelf.  I
immediately pushed talk, "Hello?"

    "Jake."  It was Reese's voice.  I could tell that he'd been crying
recently.  "They know, Jake."

    "Who knows what?" I demanded of him, suddenly even more concerned.

    "My parents, Jake," he explained, his voice cracking.  "They know I'm
gay.  They grounded me and said I can't see you anymore."  There was
something else in his voice now.  It was panic.  And I could relate.  I
couldn't believe what I was hearing.

    "How do they know?" I asked, just wanting to get out of the bath and
rescue him from his house.

    "They got it out of me.  They said . . .  They said that they suspected
it for months.  They're really not taking it well."  He was crying now.

    "Reese," I said, feeling for him, "I'm so sorry, Reese."

    "You have nothing to be sorry about," he told me, "It was my fault.
But, now I think it's over."

    "What?!" I gasped, sitting straight up in the bath.  "What do you
mean?!"

    "They won't let me see you anymore, Jake," he repeated, continuing to
weep.  "I don't think they're gonna let me see anyone for a while."

    "That doesn't mean it's over, Reese!" I cried desperately.  "We can
still be together, can't we?"  If I wasn't panicking before, I was then.

    "I hope so," he wept, "I hope so."

    "Oh Reese!" I cried, "Can you sneak out?"

    "No," he replied, becomming more and more distracted.  "I have to go."

    "Reese, keep talking to me."  But it was too late, he'd hung up.  I sat
there completely disillusioned.  Things had really fallen apart now.  What
was left?  I'd only ever seen Reese so upset on two occasions.  Things were
really bad.  Really, really bad.  My poor Reese was under fire at home, and
there was nothing I could do about it.  His parents were threatening to end
everything.  Those bastards, I thought.  How could they do that to their
own son?

    Then, I realized that it was very posible that Reese's parents might
come around, much like mine had.  My Dad's initial reaction had been bad as
well.  But now, they were alright with the whole thing.  Maybe things will
work out for the best, I hoped.

    The next morning was beautiful, but somehow, things seemed different to
me.  It had been my first night back in the house, but I didn't think that
it was that.  I was filled with distress and uneasiness where Reese was
concerned.  I wondered what he'd look like today.  How he'd be.  I wondered
if things had improved at his house overnight.  Maybe his parents had
already come around.

    I stood in the foyer, watching across the street for Reese to come out
and get into his Mom's Camry.  But, as the minutes passed, and time ran out
for me to make it to school in time, Reese never emerged from the house.  I
decided to leave for school while I still had time.  Perhaps Reese will
come for second class, I thought.  Slipping on a pair of shades, I made my
way out to the Jeep.  I kept my eyes on Reese's front door for as long as I
could, but there was still no movement.  It was a hot and sunny day, but I
found myself having a hard time getting in a good mood.  All I could think
about was Reese.  Was he baracaded in his own room, his parents still
forcing him to end his relationship with me?  Was he alone, crying into a
pillow?  I almost couldn't stand it, but I kept myself from going across
the street to see him.  I knew if his parents answered the door, they'd
likely be furious.

    I climbed into the Jeep and pulled out into the street.  And, after
giving Reese's house a final glance, I began down the road for school.  I
put on Ruff Ryders Volume 1.  It was old but it always got me stoked.  But,
even after the music was coming through the speakers, I still couldn't take
my mind off Reese and his situation at home.  I decided that if I didn't
hear from him by last class, I'd either call, or stop by his house.  His
parents were usually still at work right after school.

    I soon arrived in the St. Micheal's High School parking lot.  Before
exiting the Cherokee, I grabbed my cell phone, just in case Reese tried to
get a hold of me during school.

    The halls were packed as the five minute bell rang in my ears.  I
quickly collected my stuff and headed for my first class.  I increased
speed as I made my way through a large crowd of people, mostly guys.  About
half-way through the little gathering I felt something cut me off at the
ankles.  And before I knew what had happened, I'd landed on my chest and
face on the hard concrete floor.  I let out a yelp, struggling to get up.
I looked down at my right hand.  I was clutching what was left of my cell
phone.  Still in pain, I pulsed with anger and rage as I stood up.  I
looked around to see a crowd of people laughing at me.  In the middle of
this crowd, was Alex.

    "Mother fucker," I uttured, poised to fight.

    "Oh, bad words!" Alex cried sarcastically.  "You kiss your Mother with
that mouth?!" he teased.  He was surrounded by friends.  Not all of them
were big, but there was lots.

    "You broke my fucken phone!" I cried in rage, balling up my other fist.
I was mad, but I knew that I didn't have a chance against the number of
people in front of me.  I wondered where the hell all of my friends were.
Probably all in class already.

    "Leave him alone!" a female voice called from behind me.  I whipped
around to discover that it was Meghan.  With her was Kevin, Johnny, and
three other guys.  They were all holding their books, so I guessed that
they'd been on their way to class.

    Alex laughed, "Who the fuck are you to tell me what to do?!"

    "Watch how you're talking to my girl, bitch," Kevin said calmly,
stepping forward.

    Meghan put a hand on my shoulder, "Come on, Jake."

    I still wanted to pound the fuck out of Alex, but I slowly backed off
with my buds.  They say it takes a bigger man to walk away.  I don't know
if that's always true.

    "That's right, walk away, pussy!" called Alex behind me.  A surge of
rage travelled up through my body.  God, I wanted to kill him!

    "Ignore him," Meg said, putting an arm around me.  "They broke your
cell phone?"

    "Yeah," I answered, my voice shaky.  I was still red with anger.

    "We'll make sure they pay for it," she assured me.  Through all the
rage, I realized just how good a friend she was.  All of them were.  I
counted myself lucky.  I knew that if and when the time came that Alex
decided to attack me again, I had plenty of back-up.

    My buds all walked me to the office to report Alex.  We all waited
there while the Vice-Principal went to hunt him down, but he'd aparently
escaped the building.  I wasn't surprised.  It would have been stupid for
him to remain in the school.  The Vice assured me that he would make Alex
pay for the damaged cell phone, but I didn't know how successful he would
be.  Alex barely went to school anymore.  He was digging his hole deeper
and deeper, getting into the wrong type of crowd.  I remembered the old
days when we were best friends.  I recalled when drinking two beers seemed
so thrilling to us.  And now, Alex and I were enemies.  He was discovering
the wonders of doing drugs and other illegal activities.  And I was still
much in the same place that I'd been a year earlier.

    School ended and I was still mad.  As I made my way out to the Jeep, I
expected to be jumped my Alex and his little crew.  But, I wasn't.  My
thoughts turned to Reese, as I climbed into the big Cherokee.  I decided to
drop by.  I was too worried about him.

    It was a short drive home, partly due to the fact that I was going way
too fast.  I parked the Jeep in my driveway, and quickly ran across the
street for Reese's house.  I took in a deep breath, building up the courage
to knock on the door.  When I finally did, Reese's Mom answered.

    I managed a half-smile for her, "Hi Mrs. Pirelli, is Reese home?"

    "No he's not," she replied.  "He's gone away for a while, Jake."

    "What?!" I stuttured, suddenly feeling dizzy.  "Where'd he go?!"

    "He's gone to stay with my sister for a little while," she explained
hastily, trying to close the door in my face.

    I held the door open, "Where?!" I cried desperately.

    Reese's Mom sighed, obviously annoyed, "In Fresno."

    "What?!" I gasped, having to grab onto the door-frame in order to keep
my balance.  "You sent him to Fresno because he's gay?!"  I was having
difficulty breathing now.  Panic had enveloped my body like never before.

    "Yes, we did.  Maybe a little trip away from you will change things."
Then, she slammed the door in my face.  My jaw dropped, my body trembling
violently.  Dizzy, I almost fell flat on my face as I turned away from the
house.  It hit me like a nuclear explosion.  Reese was gone.  Reese was
gone.

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