Date: Tue, 22 Feb 2011 21:27:54 -0800
From: juilian james <juniorj009@gmail.com>
Subject: what makes a family chapter 9/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.  I have also started a web page that will
house all my stories.  Feel free to stop by:

https://sites.google.com/site/jjsstorycafe/

ENJOY!

This will be a short mini series of sort.  Comments are always appreciated.
Thanks.  J.


Neil

As desperate as I was to find a place for David's party, his suggestion was
not even a consideration in my mind.  There was just too much that could go
wrong.

"You're being ridiculous Neil.  Why does this have to be so complicated.  I
love you, you love David, David needs a place for his party, and I'm
offering my home for a night.  It's not as if I'm asking you to move in or
anything." And he was right.  As my boyfriend, he was offering a simple
solution to my dilemma but with everything else concerning Tim, this was
probably just another way for him to gain a foot hole into my life.

"Don't start Tim, not today.  And it's not that I'm not grateful for your
offer, I am, but..." and as if thinking of how to phrase my next set of
words, I paused for a second, thinking, and then I just blurted out what
was really affecting my decision to not have the party at Tim's loft,
"James will be there, do you really want my ex trudging through here?"

He looked over at me from across the dinner table, shook his head and
sighed, "what the hell do I care if he's here.  He's your ex Neil, past
tense, once was but no more.  I'm not threatened by the guy.  But then
again, maybe I'm not the one who has a problem with him being here."

His response earned him a dirty look from my end of the table.  And while I
had broken down some barriers and had begun to scratch the surface of my
relationship with James, discussing it with Tim, for the most part, I had
kept that part of my life hidden.  But now Tim was inadvertently bringing
it up and I could feel myself begin to get hot under the collar.

"Tim, don't.  Let's not go there and fuck up a perfectly decent
evening...again.  I know you want to help and be more involved, I get that,
ok, but just stay out of this one.  I have everything under control." And
my words and/or facial expression must have sent a pretty clear message for
he didn't continue the conversation and didn't attempt to bring it up again
the next night.  In fact, he hardly said two words to me as we both got
into bed.

"You're upset with me." I said, stating the obvious.  And for a second I
thought he wasn't going to answer, until I felt the bed shift and he rolled
over on his side, facing me.

"Upset? No.  Disappointed, feeling used...absolutely!  I feel as I'm in high
school again, stealing kisses from my boyfriend, behind supply closet and
bathroom doors.  You MAKE me feel DIRTY Neil.  And you know what the worst
part of all of this is, I let you do this to me!  I don't know anyone else
who would put up with this crap...but for some reason, I can't seem to let
you go."

And to say his words hurt, was only the tip of the iceberg.  I may have
been taking things unbelieveable slow because of my own personal feelings
and trust issues, but I did not think I was in anyway using Tim.  I liked
him a lot and deep, deep, deep down, I thought that I could grow to love
him but I was not just using him as a distraction.....was I?  And even if I
wanted to delve deeper into those thoughts, Tim didn't give me the chance,
as he started speaking again.

"But maybe I should.  Maybe we need time a part to see if this
`relationship' is what you really want Neil.  Maybe we'll date other
people.  You can use that time to see if I'm worthy of your affection and
trust 100% of the time."

I tried to read his facial expressions, to get some insight into how I
should respond but he displayed no emotion.

"Maybe you're right.  Time a part may be a good thing.  But please get one
thing Tim.  I never used you.  I've been honest with you about everything
from the start and you agreed to give me as much time as I needed to get
shit sorted out in my head.  Also, you are worth my trust and affection.
I'm sorry if I've made you feel differently." At this point, I reached out
and placed the palm of my left hand on his cheek, caressing it.  He closed
his eyes and nuzzled into my touch, before leaning over and kissing me on
the lips.  After a few minutes, he pulled away from me and rolled over
until his back greeted me, signaling that the conversation was over....and
for that I was grateful.

 David

I don't know who was more surprised, me or my dad.  By the look on his
face, I knew he hadn't been expecting me and I wouldn't be surprised if I
were wearing a matching expression.

 "Where are YOU coming from at..." I looked down at my watch and then back up
at him, trying to hide the smirk that was tugging at the corners of my
mouth, "6:30 in the morning?  Work emergency again?"

And for a second, I thought that he was going to pass out, as his
complexion became paler and he began to stumble over his words.

"I um...I was...I just went for a walk.  It's such a nice day outside and....um,
what are you doing home anyway?  I thought you were spending the night with
James?"

My smirk was now more pronounced than ever as I responded,

"I did, he had to go into work early so he gave me a ride home.  I'm
surprised you didn't see him on your walk around the block, he just dropped
me off."

And watching my dad turn 10 shades of red was just too much for me to
handle.  I burst out laughing, clutching my stomach as my eyes literally
sprung tears.  And it became apparent to my dad that I knew what was going
on, for he started laughing right along with me.

"You know you're a little shit for doing that, don't you?  If you weren't
my son David, I would...."

"But I am and you won't.  You shoulda seen your face dad.  Looking guilty
as shit.  I didn't know if you were gonna pass out or piss your pants!"

He looked over at me, albeit, a little less red and shook his head, "You
just surprised me is all.  I didn't expect you to home."

And that part I knew to be true.  For the past few weeks, I had the faint
suspicion that my dad had been spending his nights elsewhere.  I would come
home to an apartment too tidy (not showing the usual mess that is our rush
hour morning routine) and his bed, too perfectly made up.  I didn't want to
jump to conclusions but what else could I do...I think my dad was spending
his nights with another man.  At first, I was angry to think that he had
moved on from James.  I had held out hope that they would eventually get
back together, if for nothing else, then for my sake.  But as time went on,
I came to accept that their relationship as partners were over.  I wasn't
happy about it but I had come to accept that.  And a part of accepting that
meant dealing with the very real possibility that they both would
eventually meet and begin dating other people.  James, I was almost sure,
was too busy to date.  I mean with his open door policy of me dropping by
whenever, that probably left little time for him to get freaky.  My dad on
the other hand worked pretty regular hours and I knew for a fact that he
was spending nights that I was out, somewhere else.  I had my suspicions
about who he was with but I was afraid to ask.

"I can tell.  Well, I hope you had a good time, wherever you were." As I
turned to walk in the direction of my room, my dad gently touched my
shoulder and spun me around.

"David I...I'm seeing someone." And it was as if you could hear a pin drop.
I hadn't been expecting that and by the look on my dads' face, I don't
think he expected to tell me that.

"The guy from uncle Matts' party...Tim?"

He looked at me and nodded.  And at that moment, I felt a range of emotions
hit me...anger, resentment, relief...anger because it meant that he and James
would not be getting back together, resentment because some other dude was
taking over my dads' time and relief....well, I felt relief because finally
my dad was being honest with me about the things happening around me.

"Are you ok David?  I didn't mean to just blurt it out like that."

And looking at his face, I knew that he was feeding off of my reaction.

"Dad, it's fine.  I'm.....I'm cool with it.  If you want to be with other
people then be with other people." And even though my words felt hollow to
my own ears, I hoped that my dad wouldn't pick up on it.  It was too early
for us to be having a heart to heart conversation.

He nodded his head and reached for me, gently grasping my shoulder and
pulling me into his chest.  It was a comforting position to be in for me
and it brought back memories from my childhood...running into his arms after
a day of kindergarten, holding on to him after I hurt myself playing in the
playground, sitting in his lap and nozzling the side of his neck as he read
me a bed time story.

I felt the first set of tears fall down my face and quickly reached up and
wiped them away.  I couldn't afford to have an emotional breakdown today,
not when the plans for my party weren't nailed down yet.  I pulled away
from him and stepped back.

"Dad...my party...." I started and stopped as he held up his hand, signaling me
to stop talking.

"Yeah, your party.  So, I found a place but there are some rules and David,
I do mean rules.  We were lucky to even get this place."

I looked at him, excitement brewing inside me...what the hell was he talking
about.

"Dad...where?"

"Well Tim has offered to host your party in his loft.  It's in the
meatpacking district and he's really good friends with a party planner so
they're going to take care of catering and a DJ...."

And as my dad prattled on, I heard none of it.  No fucking way!  Did he
just say catering and a DJ.  Forget that, it was gonna be in the city!
Holy Shit, my friends were gonna shit bricks when they heard that.

"You're not bullshitting me, right dad?  This is not one of those birthday
pranks that you and James used to pull on me, right?  You're serious about
the location and the DJ and the food?"

He smiled at me and nodded his head before responding with, "Uh-huh.  You
gotta cap the invite list to fifty people and there will be no alcohol
served young man but the place is yours....if you want it ."

As if I'd say no!  And for a moment, I forgot the fact that Tim was my
dad's new fuck buddy, that he and James would probably run into each other
and that shit could and probably would get awkward, but you know what, none
of that shit mattered at that moment.  I was gonna have my 17th birthday
party in the fucking meat packing district and that was all that mattered.


James

When Neil had called to let me know that he had found a place, I was under
the impression that he had found one of those community centers in Brooklyn
that would rent out their halls for cheap.  I also thought that we would go
the route of Costco and purchase a few dozen hamburger patties and buns,
several bags of potato chips and a Costco cake.  So imagine my surprise
when Neil told me not to worry about it.

"What do you mean `don't worry about it'.  I thought we were gonna split
things down the middle, 50/50."

"It's not that, a friend of Matt's offered his place and he happens to know
some people that would provide the music and the food."

"Ok...well how much is music and food gonna cost?  I'll give you half."

And even though he was adamant that he had it covered, I still ended up
penning a check for $500.

Now sitting here, in the loft of somebody's door manned building, I was
curious to know who this friend of Matt was.  I walked over to Matt who was
nursing what looked like a Long Island Iced, and took a seat next to him at
the bar (yeah...this place had it's own bar).

"Matt, damn man!  If I knew your inner circle was like this, I woulda had
you pay for me when we used to go partying back in the day."

He looked over at me and grinned, "What the fuck are you talking about
man?"

I pointed to our surroundings, the look a like penguin waiters, the open
bar, the DJ spinning the latest tunes.  "This man.  So who's your friend.
I want to thank him.  David is having a kick ass good time and he's never
gonna forget this birthday.  This place is fly!"

Matt looked at me and grinned.  I could tell that he was half way there to
getting drunk, as his eyes had started to glass over.  This was the first
night that he had been out by himself since Michelle had given birth and I
knew that he was relishing in the moment to have some alone time.  "That it
is man.  Tim works with me at the hospital as a psychiatrist so you know
he's no hurting for money."

"Apparently not man." I stated, looking around once again.  "But he must be
a damn good friend to let us use his place and connections, what gives?"

Matt started to snicker, a drunken trait of his that I was all too familiar
with, "Well when you're getting some on the regular you're almost always
willing to help out anyway you can."

I was perplexed by is comment, but didn't have time to follow up as David
walked up to me, throwing his arms around me and holding on tight.

"I love you dad.  I can't believe you guys did this for me.  My friends are
having a kick ass time and the DJ is the shitz and I know that they'll
probably be talking about this party for the next few weeks.  Shit, I feel
like I won the fucking lottery or something."

And to hear my son sound so happy, so content with his life, it made me
want to break down.  But I knew that this wasn't the time or place.

"You're welcomed kid!  You deserved this and more.  After the year you've
had, you've earned it." And he had.  This kid had been through more in the
past year than most kids his age.  He had experienced the breakdown of his
family unit, the instability of me and his dads' constant bickering and the
burden of being the grown up when me and his dad couldn't get our shit
together.

"Make sure that you write a thank you card to Matt's friend.  It was nice
of him to let you host your party here."

David pulled away from me and nodded his head before responding with,

"I already gave a card to dad to give to him." And the look that appeared
on his face gave me the impression that he didn't mean to say to me.

"Dad, gotta go mingle, I'll see you later." And with that, he was off, in
the direction of the makeshift dance floor where about 30 screaming kids
were dancing to the latest T.I. track.

"Ok....um...cool." I whispered to myself.  I suddenly felt as if something was
nawing at me but I didn't quite know what it was.  I got up from the bar
and headed towards the front door.  All of a sudden, I felt as If I needed
air.

Neil

I felt as if I were a teenager again, sneaking off into the night for
stolen kisses with my girl.  I knew that it was risky doing this with him,
right in the open but I figured that with the temps, no one would be
venturing up to the roof tonight.

"Damn Neil, I can feel your cock.  I wanna fuck you so bad." His breath was
tickling my ear and his soft kisses left me tenting in my pants.  I felt
his hand reach down and grab a chunk of my ass through the corduroy my
pants, and I had to force myself to take a step back.

"Down boy!  We can't do this now babe.  What would the kids think?" I
chuckled

He let go of me and started to readjust himself.  I could make out the
beginnings of a wet spot on his crotch area and It took all of my strength
not to get down on my knees and suck him off right then and there.

"So, the kids having a good time?" He asked, leaning against the barrier
that encased the roof while reaching out for my hand.  I allowed him to
pull me towards him, effectively sandwiching us.  I enclosed my hands
around his waist and leaned my head against his shoulder.

"Good time?  Try fucking amazing.  Oh Tim, I don't know how I can ever
thank you enough for doing this for me and David.  I know I haven't made
this situation easy on you and..."

"And I love you babe so thanks are not needed.  You're already making
progress by telling David about us so..."

And truth be told, it wasn't as bad as I had imagined it would be.  David
didn't freak out, he didn't have an emotional breakdown and he didn't call
me a traitor.  I still wasn't up to him meeting Tim yet but this small
victory had bought me some time before a possible meeting would have to
take place.

"So you're saying you're not still pissed at me for all my
procrastination?"

Tim looked down at me and planted a kiss on my nose,

"I was never pissed at you Neil, only disappointed...but I can think of some
ways that you can make it up to me. After the party we could..." his sudden
lull in conversation caught my attention and I looked up at him.  Something
must have caught his attention for he was staring past me, most likely
towards the door to the roof.

"What the hell is so interesting over there..." I began to ask and then
stopped, as my head turned and my eyes adjusted to the figure standing by
the door.  And it was as if I had gotten the wind knocked out of me.

`No, no, no', I began to scream in my mind as his eyes met mine and he
quickly opened the door and exited.

"Hmm, looks like we weren't the only ones looking for an escape." He
quipped, oblivious to my inner turmoil.  He continued to hold on to me,
noting that I was shaking like a leaf but chalking it up to the weather.

"We better get you back to your party babe before anyone realizes you're
gone and outta the cold before your dick freezes." He chuckled at his own
joke but I was too much in shock to chuckle right alongside him.  And as I
disengaged myself from Tim, I wondered how in the hell I was gonna be able
to face him again.