Date: Sun, 17 Jul 2011 05:25:22 -0700
From: juilian james <juniorj009@gmail.com>
Subject: what makes a family chapter 13

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!  Comments are always appreciated.
Thanks.  J.  All this and my other stories can be found on my new site:
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James


It felt good to be out on a Saturday night, getting shit faced and dancing
my ass off.  I hadn't done that in years.  With the job, David and my
deteriorating relationship with Neil, partying was always the last thing on
my mind.  But now, with all the stress that I was under, partying was the
only thing that I looked forward to doing, at least for tonight.


Gay clubs were never my thing so I found myself at a mixed night event in
the Village.  The club had a three tier platform with glass encased floors
and a DJ on each floor spinning a variety of the latest hits.  Over the
top?  Definitely.  The distraction I needed?  Absofuckinglutely!  I was
able to talk Matt into babysitting while I dragged Michelle out with me,
giving her a well-needed break from the baby.


"This place is something else James!  How did you manage to get passes!"
She had to yell over the music to be heard.  I reached over and gently
grabbed her waist, pulling her closer to me.

"One of the dudes at the job had a hook up!  Said it was worth checking
out!  Glad you could come Mich.  I didn't wanna fly solo tonight!"

She looked up at me and smiled, leaning closer towards my ear.

"No problem hun.  I know how hard things have been on you but we're gonna
have a good time tonight.  In fact, I think a friend wants to say hello."
And with that, she turned my shoulder to face the other direction.

Looking over, I made out a very familiar face as he approached us.  I
turned back around to face her.

"Mich, I don'tÉ" but she cut me off mid sentence.

"Come on James, what could one drink and a dance hurt.  He's really
changed.  He's been asking about you since the break up."

"And you told him I'd be here?"

She looked shocked for a moment, as if the mere suggestion that she would
play matchmaker with him of all people was an insult.

"Of course not!  But you know this is his business.  Come on James.  The
way I hear it, you've been doing without and could probably do with some."
Her smile was contagious and I couldn't help but smile as well.

"Don't expect much.  It's not like we've spoken much over the last few
years.  I mean you know him and Neil couldn't stand each other andÉ."

"And Neil's not in the picture anymore.  Listen James.  You yourself said
it's over.  I love Neil as if he were my own brother but I love you too.  I
want you to be happy hun.  I want you to smile again.  I want you go out
and have fun.  You deserve to find someone else to love, like, fuck,
whatever floats your boatÉ.."

"And I could be that person for you."

The combination of his breath on my ear and his whispered words had me hard
in a way that I had not been in a long time.  I turned around and smiled at
him, taking note of the changes that had taken place in him over the years.
He definitely had filled out some since Matt's shin dig and his hair was
much shorter and a little lighter than it had been, with him being able to
pull it behind his ears.  Guys with a lot of hair was never my thing but my
prolonged lonliness, horniness and general discontent with my life at the
moment made him attractive to me beyond belief, and the fact that Neil
couldn't stand him, well that was just the icing on the cake.

"Dorian man, long time don't see." I said trying not to let my voice betray
my thoughts.

He flashed me a smile and touched my arm, gently squeezing my bicep.  "Too
long James.  You're a hard man to pin down.  I heard about the splitÉtough
break."

And if for a moment I was entertaining the fact that Dorian's personality
had changed, that notion was quickly dispelled judging from the insincerity
dripping from his words.  But what did I care.  I wasn't gonna shack up
with the guy.  Who gave a damn if he wasn't genuine.

"YeahÉ.life man.  Shit happens.  SoÉyou working or what?"

He again flashed me a grin and slid closer to me, this time managing to
slide his hand around my waist.

"Not tonight big boy.  Just here on my own personal time, by my ole
lonesome.  But you could change that.  Let me buy you a drink." And without
waiting for me to respond, he walked away in the direction of the bar.  I
took the opportunity to turn to Michelle,

"This feels weird."

"It just feels weird because it's someone new hun.  Come on James.  Take it
for what it is.  If you guys end up making crazy monkey love or talking
over dinner then so be it.  Try not to over think it.  Just go with the
flow."

And with that she looked down at her watch and then back up at me.

"I'm gonna grab a cab.  I'm dog dead tiredÉ.this motherhood thing has taken
it's toll on me, I can't hang like I used to.  Besides, Matt is probably
freaking out, wondering where the hell I am.  Can you believe he's still
skitterish when it comes to babysitting by himself?  My poor boo"

"I'm sure Matt will be ok."

"I was actually talking about Alyssa.  Matt will be just fine."

I laughed at that and escorted her to the entrance of the club.

"Don't worry hun, I can catch my own cab.  Stay and enjoy Lover boy over
there.  I'll call you when I get home."

And with that she leaned up and kissed me on the cheek before walking out
the door and towards a waiting cab with vacating passengers.  As I watched
her step into the cab and close the door, my thoughts returned to Dorian.
We were never what you would call friends or even occasional buddies.  In
fact, in the years since high school, we had probably seen each other less
than two dozen times.  And the fact that Dorian wasn't shy about letting me
know how he felt about me, well, over the years, Neil made sure that Dorian
kept his distance.  But he wasn't a bad guy, not by a long shot.  He had
the type of personality that you could really dig or hate with a passion.
He exuded sex at every opportunity from the way he spoke right down to the
way he dressed and that could either get you hard or turn your stomach.
But if I was to take a moment and be honest with myself, I had to admit
that Dorian was a long way from turning my stomach.  In fact, just seeing
him again and knowing that he wanted meÉwell, that was a big muthafucking
turn on!  And in that moment, I decided that I was gonna hit it.

"If you think any harder, your brain is gonna explode." I found myself
jumping a little at the sudden intrusion and turned to meet Dorian's gaze.
He was so close to me that I could identify the cologne he was wearing with
ease.  But that wasn't the only thing that was readily identifiable.  The
makings of a very strong erection was also obvious as he leaned closer to
me, his free hand coming to rest on my shoulder.

"You know what a sexy fucker you are?  I've been trying to get with you in
the worst way since high school." And if I thought it was impossible to get
any harder than I already was, boy was I in for a surprise.  His words had
my dick feeling as if it could cut through steel.  And before I could talk
myself out of it, I reached down and grabbed his dick before leaning into
the crook of his neck and licking his ear lobe.

"Lets get out of here and I'll show just how sexy of a fucker I really am."
My words left no room for misinterpretations and Dorian simply responded by
returning the favor with his hands and pulling my face down to meet his,
before tongue kissing me in a way that I had not been kissed in a while.

And we would have probably continued making out like teenagers if my phone
had not begun to vibrate.  My first thought was to ignore it, letting the
voicemail pick it up but then my thoughts turned to David.  If he was on
the other line, there was no way in hell that I wanted to miss his call.
Things at home had gone from bad to worse where the relationship with his
father was concerned.  Neil had all but banned him from leaving the house
except for school and work and from my conversations with David's
grandmother, I knew it would only be a matter of time before things started
to spiral out of controlÉ.again.

I pulled away from Dorian and took a step back.

"I gotta take this."

The look he gave me conveyed that he didn't give a shit and that irked me
to no end but I couldn't blame him.  After all, wasn't that my own mindset
before David had entered my life?  I unapologetically turned away from him
and answered the call.

His tone and the words he spoke, sent chills down my spine, "You gotta get
me the fuck out of here!  I fucking hate him!  I wish he was dead and that
you were my real father!"

"David?  What's going on?  Where are you?" By the intermittent sniffling
and the heavy breathing, I knew that he was extremely agitated and had been
crying.  "IÉIÉ.IÉ.I need you to come get me dad.  Please!  I hate it
É.hereÉ.i wanna come liveÉ.withÉ.you."

And it took all of my inner strength to put aside my parental instincts to
rescue him.  David was not himself right now, that I was sure of.  And if
the shit had indeed hit the fan with his father, then it would be logical
that he would turn to me for respite.

"David!  Calm the hell down and tell me what's going on!  Are you hurt?
Are you in trouble?" My tone must have sobered him up a bit for his next
set of words began to make more sense and his tone had calmed some.

"NoÉ.NoÉI just want to get outta here.  Dad and I got into a huge argument
and he said some things and I said some things and then he got upset with
me."

"David, I can't come running every time you and your dad get into a tissy
fit.  He's your father and has guardianship over you.  You know this.  You
know the situation andÉ."

"And he fucking hit me dad!  He slugged me so hard that I have a black eye!
I hate that muthafucker so much!  James, please, I'm begging you, get me
the fuck outta here."

And to say his words rendered me speechless was an understatement.  And if
I thought my hatred for Neil couldn't increase anymore, I was in for a rude
awakening.  I could have easily killed him for touching David.  It was one
thing for him to take a swing at me but totally another thing for him to
touch our son.

"David, are you at home?"

"No, I'm at a friends' house.

"Stay there.  I'm coming to get you.  What's the address?"

And while I took down the information, I let my mind begin to wonder.
There was no way in hell that I was gonna allow David to go back home.
Neil could take me to court if he wanted to but David was going to stay
with me from now on.  And just thinking of Neil brought uncontrolled
feelings of rage.  How dare he touch David.  Things had gotten way out of
control and it was time I stepped up and did something about it.

"David, sit tight, I'm on my way."

"Thanks dad." His voice was barely audible over the sound of the club music
in the background but his worry was apparent to me.  And as a parent, it
hurt me to the core to not be able to physically comfort him right then and
there.

"Everything ok stud." His voice drew me out of my revere and for a moment,
I had to remind myself where I was.

"YeahÉ..noÉ.not really.  I gotta go Dorian, shits come up." And there was
no mistaking the disappointment in his face.  I knew Dorian was expecting
us to get it on and to be truthfully honest, so was I, but David was more
important than some temporary fuck.

"Uh, ok man, your loss.  Maybe I can call you sometime and we can meet up
for a drink or someÉ.fun." and there was no mistaking the meaning in his
words.  But I was too far gone and too worked up to find his come on
endearing.

"Yeah manÉ.just hit me up whenever." He took out his cell phone and took
down my number before ceremoniously leaning into me and grabbing my ass,
then disappearing into the sea of people converging on the dance floor.
And I had to admit it took me a solid minute to get my head on straight and
refocus on what I had to do.  And as I made my way towards the exit, I
begun to think about what my next possible steps would be, concerning David
and inadvertently, Neil.









David

My boy Chris had been good enough to let me holdup here for a while and he
was good about not asking me too many questions about my black eye but I
could tell by the looks that his mom was giving me, that I would probably
have to leave and soon.  I mean she was gracious enough when she opened the
door to me, fawning over me, concern written all over her face as she
dressed my wound but still, she didn't know me from adam and to her, I was
some strange kid who had come to her house at one in the morning looking
for her son, with a black eye and blood matted unto my clothes.  Chris had
assured her that I was fine and not a trouble maker and she had left us
aloneÉ.for now.  Chris had tried to get me to talk about what had happened
but I had clammed up.  I was still shaken, thinking about the circumstances
that had landed me here and I wasn't ready to open up about itÉ.not to
Chris anyway.  And it wasn't as if he could help meÉno one couldÉno one
except James.  And as soon as Chris stepped out for a smoke, I picked up
the phone and called him.  I was trying to stay calm and in control but the
minute I heard his voice, I lost my composure and broke down.  At first,
for some crazy reason, I thought he was gonna be mad at me, maybe accuse me
of making it up, but no, James said he was gonna come get meÉ.hopefully for
good, because there was no way in hell I was gonna go back homeÉI didn't
give a shit what no court or social worker had to say about it.  I was
almost 18 anyway.  And just thinking about the circumstances that landed me
here left my head spinning and my heart rate pulsing hard.  I couldn't even
wrap my mind around the idea that my father, the man who helped create and
raise me, could put his hands on me the way he did.  And worse than that,
the fact that he would take the word of a guy he barely knew, over his own
son. Well, I was done.  Fuck him and fuck his boyfriend.

The familiar ring of my phone distracted me from my thoughts and I was
greatful to see that it was James on the other end.

"Hello?" My voice came out weaker than I meant it to be and I found myself
repeating the greeting in a tone I hoped was more assertive,

"HelloÉ.dad?"

"Yeah, David, I'm here." And just hearing his voice, I felt like crying.

"Ok, I'm coming outÉ..and dadÉ.thanks for coming."

"No problem kid."

I walked into Chris' room where he was sitting on his bed playing a video
game.

"Chris, James is here, I gotta go."

"You gonna be ok man.  You never told me what the deal was with your face.
Maybe we should call the cops."

I shook my head, "Nah man.  I'm gonna deal with this.  I gotta go but I
promise I'll clue you in once shit gets sorted out, ok."

"No doubt man." And with that, he pulled me into a reassuring guy hug
before getting up and walking me out.





I was grateful for the silence that ensued as we ate breakfast at a IHOP
near James' house.  We didn't speak much from the moment I got in the car
except for James asking me how I was holding up, to which I mumbled Ôok'.
But I could tell from his body language that he was pissed as hell and was
probably holding it in for my sake.  And after I had downed the last of my
orange juice, that well maintained composure came crashing down in a hurry.

"David, I need for you to tell me what happened and I need you to be
completely honest with me, no matter what you think my reaction will be."

"IÉIÉI'm tired dad.  Can we talk tomorrow, please."

"DavidÉI know you don't want to deal with this now but I need to know what
happened.  I'm not letting you go back home and I'm probably gonna need to
get a lawyer to make that happenÉyou're gonna have to help me out kid."

And as much as I wanted to pretend the whole thing didn't happen, the
thought of having to go back home and face him was a much more terrifying
prospect so I started talking.






Neil

How the fuck did I get to this point?  It was as if I couldn't even
recognize my own reflection as I stood here looking at myself in the
mirror.  And as a fit of rage surged up inside of me, I slammed my fist
into the mirror, watching as my reflection disintegrate before my very
eyes.

"I hit my son." And just hearing the words come out of my mouth, reaffirmed
to me that I had royally fucked up.  The minute it happened, I wish I could
have taken it back, apologized for it, erased the whole damn event from my
memory, but I couldn't.  And just seeing his reaction in my head, hearing
his words to me, I was sure there was no fixing this.

I looked down at my bleeding hand and forced myself to walk over to the
kitchen sink and turn on the tap.  As my blood swirled in the sink before
exiting down the drain, I thought about calling Matt to come over and
stitch my hand up, but then I thought about the inevitable questions that
would no doubt follow and I couldn't bare revealing to another human being
what a p.o.s. I was.  I would probably have to eventually take myself to
the ER in a couple of hours, but for now, I would deal with the pain and
discomfort, after all, I deserved it.  And with that thought firmly
entrenched in my head, my mind couldn't help but think back a few hours,
before everything went to shit.

"David, you're gonna come out and eat with us.  I'm not giving you an
option."

He didn't even have the decency to look up from the television show he was
watching and that was pissing me off.  Ever since he was released from his
weekend stint in jail, he was behaving less like a young adult heading to
college in a year and more like a snotty little brat.  He and I had hardly
spoken more than a few words to each other since he had been home and since
Tim had started to spend nights with me, his indifference had escalated to
outright rudeness and tonight, I had had it.

"I'm not hungry and I'm not gonna eat with him."

"David, cut the bullshit!  Tim is coming over and we're going to
eatÉ.together."

He let out a sarcastic laugh, still ignoring me before responding with,
"I'm not fucking eating with that asshole and you can't make me." And I
felt my blood begin to boil, I had had it up to here with his sarcastic
tone and disrespect of Tim who had been nothing but nice to him.  I got and
walked in front of the tv, in essence, garnering his attention.

"Move." His voice was strained and controlled and his facial expression was
tight, his eyes relaying his emotions.

"This is my house and that is my tv and you're laying on my bed and my
rules are law so get your ass dressed because we're going out.  Now move
it!" and I know that I had hit my bottom with him because not once had I
ever spoken to him like that.

"Fuck you, your house, your rules and your cunt of a boyfriend."

And for a minute, you could hear a pin drop.  I couldn't believe he had
spoken to me like that and I was heated.

"Excuse me!  Who the fuck do you think you are talking to me like that,
David.  Have you lost your fucking mind?!?  Listen to me and listen to me
good, you are one step away from finding all your shit packed up and
sitting on the curb."

"Good!  I don't want to live with you anyway.  James will be glad to take
me in!"

And just hearing him bring up James' name sent me over the edge. And it was
as if I lost all sense of composure,

"Well let me tell you something young man.  If you leave my custody you
WILL go back to jail until your hearing, you get me?  I will have the judge
place you in foster care if I have to but you won't be getting your way on
this one.  James is not your fucking father!  I am!  And it's time you
fucking get that!"

His face reddened and he jumped off the bed so quickly that I reflexively
jumped back.  Within seconds he was in my face, yelling filth and
obscenities,

"Well at least James doesn't try to get me to be his friend by offering me
fucking porn and drugs!  Your boyfriend's a fucking pervert and I fucking
hate his guts as much as I hate yours!"

And it was as if my body double took over.  I swung at him before I could
stop myself.  And as if I were on the outside looking in, I watched as he
fell back and crumpled to the floor, his hands instinctively reaching up to
cover his face.  I froze, not believing what had just transpired, not
processing it just yet.

"I fucking hate you!  I fucking hate you and I wish you were dead!  Stay
the fuck away from me or else I'm gonna call the cops." And with that, he
picked himself off the floor, pushed past me and ran out the door.

By the time my brain started to process the situation and I gained control
of my body, David had already left and I was at a loss as how to proceed.

Now here I was, hours later, standing by the kitchen sink, nursing my
wounded hand, not knowing where my son was and not having a fucking clue as
to what my next step was going to be.



Thank you all for your patience.  Hopefully the new twists and turns were
worth the wait.  I definitely want to hear what you guys and gals think so
drop me a line.  My email address is juniorj009@gmail.com.  All my stories
can be found on my website: https://sites.google.com/site/jjsstorycafe/

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/