Date: Sun, 20 Mar 2011 18:06:17 -0700
From: juilian james <juniorj009@gmail.com>
Subject: what makes a family chapter 10/gay relationships/gay interracial

WHAT MAKES A FAMILY
BY: Julien

This story is 100% fictional and is by no means depictive of the life of
any person, place or thing.  It contains sexual activities between males
and should only be read if it is legal to do so in your area.  Read at your
own risk and enjoy.  Comments are welcomed at juniorj009@gmail.com and
would be very much appreciated.  ENJOY!

This will be a short mini series of sort.  Comments are always appreciated.
Thanks.  J.  All this and my other stories can be found on my new site:
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James

`Jesus....what the fuck was that?' was the only thought that my mind kept
returning to.  I mean, in the back of my head, I had always thought that he
would eventually move on but shit, actually seeing him with....seeing him
hugged up with some guy...shit...it left my head spinning.  And the minute
I walked back into the party, I knew that I was radiating pain, anger and a
general fuck off attitude, which was no doubt why David had walked up to me
and asked me what was wrong.

I shook my head before responding, as if that simple gesture would take
those images out of my head and make everything miraculously better, "Nada.
You ready to cut the cake?"

I was hoping that by making this moment all about him would in essence be
taking the spotlight off of me and back where it belonged, on the birthday
boy.  But David was not one to be easily fooled.  He took my by the arm and
pulled me in the direction of the bathroom, pulling me inside and locking
the door behind us.

"James...dad...what's the matter?  You look as if you're gonna pass out or
something."  His words were shaky, no doubt reflecting the inner turmoil
that he probably felt inside.  And at that moment, all I wanted to do was
to hold him in my arms and tell him that everything was going to be ok.
But the truth of the matter was this, things could and probably would not
ever be ok again.  But I didn't say any of that to David.  Tonight was all
about him and my kid deserved to be happy.

"I'm cool David, just felt lightheaded for a minute, decided to step out
for some air, and I'm feeling much better."  And as if an afterthought, I
added, "when did you turn into the parent."

He smiled at my comment and dug his hands into his pockets before
responding with,

"since always, you know you would fall apart without me to keep shit
together."

And even though he said it in a joking manner, deep down, I knew he was
right.  This kid....no, hold up....this adult across from me was the reason
that my shit was together, even now.  Seeing how strong he could be, I had
no choice but to follow his lead.

I found that despite what had just transpired, I was able to laugh at his
comment, even though on the inside, I felt like shit.

"you're probably right too.  But we should probably get outta here so that
you, young man, can get back to your hoards of female admirers."

At my comment, he blushed and reached up to run a hand through his hair.

"Yeah, well, what can I say, pimpin ain't easy."

And with that, we both broke down into a fit of laughter, and I found the
earlier tension that I had felt, slowly began to release itself from my
body.  And looking over at David, I realized that in some ways, he was
right.  He really was the glue that was holding us all together.  He was
the main reason why I had probably stuck it out with Neil for so long and
why in the back recess of my mind, I had the faintest notion of maybe
giving this relationship another shot...up until I saw Neil and his...
whoever the fuck he was, going at it.  But I wasn't going to allow myself
to think of any of that, not now anyway.

"Ok smart ass.  Go do your thing."  And with those final words, I unlocked
the bathroom door, pushed it open and walked out, with David trailing
behind me.




NEIL This was bad, this was bad, this was bad.  That was what I kept
repeating to myself as I made my way down from the roof with Tim close
behind.  I felt as if I'd been struck with a bolt of lightning.  As if my
insides had liquefied, turning into jelly, bringing with it that perpetual
queziness that one might get from pulling an all night liquor binge.  And
if Tim had noticed anything, he didn't say.

"...so, are you coming back tonight to keep me company or am I gonna have
to call up my five fingered friend?"

There was so much mirth in his words that I felt guilty at the thoughts
that were running through my head.

"I don't know.  I have papers to grade and we'll....i'll probably be taking
David down to the dealership to look at some cars."

All of this was said with my back presented to him which was probably why I
flinched when I felt gentle hands touch my shoulder and turn me around.
The look in his eyes was one of admiration and of love.  There was no
mistaking that.  I had shared that look so many times with....well, I knew
the signs.  And looking at Tim looking at me like that, I knew that I
didn't deserve this man.

  He placed both his hands on my cheeks and gently pulled my face towards
his, planting a kiss firmly on lips, before opening his own and using his
tongue as a bargaining chip, to gain access to mine.  And as much as I
wanted to pull away, I just couldn't.  We must have stood that way for a
good five minutes before the incessant beeping of his pager broke the mood.
He pulled away from me with a sheepish grin and looked down at the
instrument attached to his hip before unhinging it and pulling it towards
him.

"Gotta head over to the hospital." He stated before looking up at me and
leaning in for a quick kiss before continuing with, "but I hope to see you
and that sexy ass of yours later."  The smile that plagued his lips left no
doubt in my mind, what he hoped we would do when we met up.

"Ok doc.  Go make the world a less crazy place." And before I could over
think it, I leaned in and kissed him before pushing him towards the
elevator.  As he walked further away from me, I let out a sigh and turned
down the hall, heading towards my fate.




DAVID As the DJ started to slow the music down, I disengaged myself from
the girl I was dancing with and walked over to the bar. I was thirsty as
hell and hot to boot.  A little space would probably do me some good.  As I
sat down, I took the opportunity to do a full 360 sweep of the room.  I
couldn't wrap my mind around the fact that all of this, the DJ, the
catering, the gifts, the people, all of this, was for me.  Not that I was a
popular kid.  I mean half of my high school probably couldn't pick me out
of a crowd, and the other half, lets say that if they could pick me, they
probably wouldn't have a clue what my name was.  This didn't mean that I
was a nobody either but all this, this wasn't like anything that I had ever
experienced before.  I had girls begging me to dance with them and my
friends, boy oh boy, the fucking jealous looks on their faces gave me that
extra boost of confidence that I didn't have enough opportunities to get.
But all of this, all of it paled in comparison to having my dads together,
celebrating with me.  Well they weren't together together, in fact, I
hadn't seen them say two words to each other since the night began but
still, they were in the same room at the same time and not arguing.  That
to me was progress.  I was hoping that at some point I could get the both
of them together for a family picture but at the moment, that was looking
iffy.  I hadn't seen my dad in over half an hour and James seemed to be
lost in thought every time I looked over at him.  And it was as if my sixth
sense was telling me that something was off.

"David, you enjoying yourself?"

I jumped at the sudden intrusion of the voice behind me but quickly
regained my composure once I realized it was my dad.

"Yeah, I'm having an awesome time, thanks dad."  I leaned into him and
circled a hand around his waist.

"Anything for my baby boy." He whispered, encasing my shoulders with one
arm while planting a quick kiss on top of my head.

And I know that I probably should have been embarrassed but strangely
enough, I wasn't.  I was gonna miss all this affection when I went away to
college.

"Dad." I started and stopped, looking up at him from my seated position.

"Hmm."

"Would it be cool if you, me and James took a couple pictures together?"  I
never doubted that he would say no but still, I thought it best to ask.
"Uh...it's cool with me.  You wanna do that now or...." His voice was
drowned out by the DJ announcing that it was time to cut the cake.  I felt
a mad rush of people step up to me, grabbing my arm and pulling me towards
the make shift stage that held the DJ and his equipment.  I felt many
congradulatory slaps on the back followed by words such as `happy birthday
bro' and `killer part, dude', before I was escorted on stage by a very
attractive brunette, holding a microphone.

"So David, I heard today is your 17th birthday."  Her voice was low and
seductive and I found myself getting aroused.

"Uh....yeah."

"Well birthday boy, I've got a little gift for you."  And before I could
respond, a chair appeared from out of nowhere and before I knew what was
happening, I was pushed into it and blindfolded.  Now to say that I
probably turned 10 shades of red was an understatement.  I could feel my
dick straining against my briefs and was grateful that I forwent the
dockers, instead choosing to wear baggy jeans.  But there was no time to
think too deeply on my present situation as a countdown began.

"...10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, Happy Birthday!!!!!!"  And as the crowed
launched into a singing of the birthday song, I felt the blindfold being
removed and my eyes were greeted by sparklers embed in one of the largest
cakes that I had ever seen.  It was in the shape of corvette and written in
chocolate icing were the words : Happy 17th Birthday David...What a sweet
ride it has been!

 "Well birthday boy, it's time for you to open this bad boy up."  And with
that, she handed me the handle of a knife.  I stuck it in the center of the
cake and slowly brought the blade down until it was out of view.  A barrage
of cheering greeted me just as the brunette leaned down and kissed my check
before whispering `happy birthday sweetheart' in my ear.  I felt my body
heat shoot up 10 degrees and had to readjust myself.  Looking to my right,
I saw as James and my dad came up on stage and stood beside me.  The DJ
stopped the music and quiet descended over the crowd.

My dad was the first to speak, "David, son, wow...I can't believe you're
17.  I remember when you were first born and I brought you home from the
hospital.  How tiny and fragile you were. I held you in my arms and made a
promise to you that I would do everything in my power to take care of you,
to love you, to see you succeed, to see you through to adulthood.  Well,
that time is rapidly approaching and David, I couldn't be more proud of you
than I am now.  Happy birthday."  And with that, he leaned down to embrace
me.

"Thanks Dad."  I whispered, holding on to his waist for a brief second
before letting go.  I could see James looking down at me, smiling, before
his eyes passed over dad, displaying a look that i couldn't describe,
coming across his face for a split second before he cleared his throat,
prompting my dad to release me and stand back up, moving away from James --
way away from James.

"David, kid, you came into my life like a freakin tornado or something.
You came along and everything I thought I knew, everything that I thought I
wanted to know went up and out the window.  You destroyed my life as it was
kid!"  His sense of humor was infectious and the crowd started chuckling
right along with him.  He held up his hand and they quieted once again,

"But my life changed for the better.  You made me a better man David.  You
made me grow up and readjust my priorities.  And today son, it's all about
you.  Happy Birthday David."

He reached over and pulled me up from the chair and into his arms.  I
gripped his waist as if my life depended on it and rested my head on his
shoulder and away from the crowd.  Tears threatened to escape but I fought
them back.  We pulled apart just as the DJ started up the music again and
the crowd started to dance.

"When the party winds down, your dad and I have a gift for you" he
whispered in my ear before walking off the stage and disappearing into the
crowd.

For the rest of the night, I danced with my friends, filled up on cake and
food and got a shitload of numbers from girls, many of whom in the past,
would not have given me the time of day.  At around 2AM the crowd had
started to thin out and by 3AM, when the DJ had packed up and the caterers
and wait staff had cleared away the food, the loft was empty except for me,
dad and James.  And to say that tension was in the air was an
understatement.  I mean at no point were they more than 25 feet away from
each other and they still managed to avoid looking at and speaking to one
another.  This was most definitely not how I wanted to end my party so I
decided to say something.

"James, dad, can I talk to both of you for a minute."  I tried to keep the
whinny quality out of my voice as I said it, without much success.  They
both stopped what they were doing and walked towards me, still keeping a
hefty distance between them.  James was the first to reach my side, and put
his hand on my shoulder.

"What's up kid?"

When my dad walked up to us with his hands deeply embedded in his pockets,
I started to speak.

"I just wanted to thank you guys for this party.  It was more than I had
hoped for and I had a crazy, good time.  I know that I've been acting like
a little shit this year and....well....I uh....I wanted to say I'm sorry
for all the shit that I put you both through.  You didn't deserve that from
me."  I felt my throat begin to go dry so I stopped talking.

"It's ok David..." my dad started and stopped as I held up my hand,
signaling to him that I wasn't finished.

"No...it's not.  I messed up and I made things harder then they needed to
be.  I don't want to be the reason that you guys don't talk anymore."

James looked at me with a perplexed look on his face, "is that what you
think David?  That you're the reason that we broke up?"

When I didn't answer, he continued,

"Listen to me and listen to me good ok.  Your dad and I were having issues
way before all that shit went down with you and school.  Our relationship
has nothing to do with you.  Our breakup has nothing to do with you.  This
was not your fault.  You get that, don't you David?"

I didn't really but nodded anyway.

"I know you're bummed that we split and I'm sorry that we couldn't make it
work but it happens David.  It happens all the time and you'll get through
this."  James' words sounded hollow to my ears and frankly I didn't want to
hear him talk about things not being able to work because according to my
grandma, things could work if they worked on it.  Breakups weren't always
final.  And it was as if months of frustration finally let itself out.

"Have you tried to fix it?  Have both of you even tried to fix anything?
Or is our family not worth fixing?  James, my dad still loves you, you know
that, don't you? He may not come out an say it but I can tell..."

"David....stop it."  My dads' voice was drowned out by my own words as come
hell or high water,I was gonna get my two cents in.

"And dad, James hasn't been with anybody since you guys broke up.  That has
to count for something, right?  I think if you guys gave it a try, you
could work it out."

James sighed, never removing his hand from my shoulder, "David, it's not
that simple ok.  You'll understand when you get older and you start to have
adult relationships of your own.  It takes more than wanting to make it
work, to make it work."

"Like what?"  I asked.  But my answer never came as the three of us turned
to the front door as we heard a key turn in the lock and a mere moment
later, my dad's boyfriend walk in.

Comments for this and other stories are encouraged and appreciated and I do
reply to all emails.  My email address is juniorj009@gmail.com.  All my
stories can be found on my website:
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Thanks for reading.  Other stories of mine include:

BEGINNINGS
December 3rd 2002   YO B
Dec 27 2002	heart-and-soul/

INTERACIAL
Nov 5 2004	story-of-us/
Jan 2 2003	to-sir-with-love/

Dec 27 2002	heart-and-soul/


MILITARY
Dec 21 2002	the-recruiter/

RELATIONSHIPS
Nov 5 2004	story-of-us/

Jun 6 2005	redemption/

BI RELATIONSHIPS

Dec 20 2002	graduation-day/