Date: Thu, 02 Sep 2004 22:06:08 -0400
From: Jay Kool <jaykool74@hotmail.com>
Subject: My So Called Life - Chapter 8

"My So Called Life" -- Chapter Eight by Jay Kool (jaykool74@hotmail.com)


	Needless to say trying to sleep with David exhausted me, even when
he was sleeping.  I was so hot for David that I could've kept having sex
with him all night long and still been horny the minute we stopped.  I
can't believe I am lucky enough to have the hottest dude in the world for
my boyfriend; maybe God does like me after all.  What can I say about
David?  He is my first true love, my protector, a great friend,
intelligent, good looking, nice, funny, friendly and charming.  He is
everything I dreamed of being.
	After the sun came up and I heard his family stirring about in the
house making breakfast, I forced myself out of bed without disturbing Dave
who was still sleeping.  I put on some clothes before entering the hallway
to go to the bathroom and had to wait for his older sister Samatha, who was
eighteen, to finish getting ready, before I could do my business.  She
stated that I must be one of Davy's friends and told me how cute I was.  I
guess I crinkled my nose at her which she thought was hysterical calling me
a very modest gentleman.  She then stated that I would be getting all of
the girls in high school due to my adorable nature and good looks.  I
almost laughed stating I had the only love I needed, her brother, but I
thought better of it and left well enough alone.
	I did my business in the bathroom and went back to Dave's room and
was getting back in bed when I heard a knock on the door from his mother.
She told us to get up and get some breakfast that she made pancakes, eggs
and bacon.  I told her that we'd be right down and bumped Dave to wake him.
He is so cute when he is groggy.  He went to the bathroom, walking out in
the hallway without any clothes on, boy he is brave.  When he came back in
to the room he closed the door before coming up to me and kissing me
passionately on the lips, starting to French kiss me, before we heard his
mother knock on the door again telling us to get up or she'd hose us down
to get us out of bed.  Dave told her he was getting changed and that we'd
be down in two minutes.  I noticed Dave was hard and started to reach for
him, when he pushed me away stating that we had other important business to
attend to.
	We finally made it to the breakfast table when I was asked about
three or four questions at the same time from his sister, mother and
father.  I guess I was staring in daze when Dave told them to leave me
alone; I don't think his family appreciated his command but they obeyed.
My parents would've disregarded it and continued firing questions until
they received all of the information they wanted.  I was nice and answered
the questions that I could remember them asking, such as where was I
originally from and what was my old school like, did I have a girlfriend
and did I miss home.  The last question I did leave unanswered was about my
dad resigning from his post with the school district.  Dave stepped in and
told them that it wasn't polite to ask such questions at the dinner table.
My dad would've stated that it was his house and he could ask whatever he
wanted, but Dave's parents respected him enough to let the issue go.  He
could tell that I was uncomfortable and found a way to increase my comfort
level.  He is going to be such a great boyfriend.
	My mother showed up as we were finishing breakfast, ready to haul
me home to prepare me to fly to Chicago to spend Christmas with my father.
I wanted to stay with Dave's family or with my mother but I had no choice
in the matter.  Dave and I went upstairs to gather my things and when I
turned around, he noticed a few tear drops falling from my eyes, streaking
down my face and chin.  He hugged me telling me that he'd see me in a few
weeks and that I might actually have fun in Chicago.  I told him that he
wouldn't be there and he kissed me on the forehead than on my lips.  I was
getting hard and was starting to kiss him back when my mother called for me
to go, so much for me having any fun today.  Dave wiped the tears from my
face and we went downstairs where I said goodbye to Dave and his family
before getting in the car with my mom.
	As we were driving home, mom asked me what we did and I told her we
played games and watched some TV after his party.  She told me that she
understood why I didn't want to see my father, but sometimes we have to do
things we don't want to do for the ones that we love.  I asked her who I
was doing this for and she stated that I was doing this for her.  What a
great way to guilt me into visiting my father.  We arrived at home and got
out of the car going into the garage to get the luggage to load into the
car, got into the car and headed for the regional airport.  My mother was
always an extremely efficient planner who never had to worry about things
going wrong at the last minute.
	My mom ensured that I got on my plane to Chicago and went to go on
her flight.  I guess my exhaustion kicked in and I fell asleep almost as
soon as I sat in my assigned seat by the window, because the next thing I
knew we were landing in Chicago.  I woke up to the captain telling us to
buckle up and a couple of fussy old ladies ohhing and awing over me sitting
adjacent to me.  How I was so cute and that if they were my age that they'd
try to be my girlfriend.  After ten minutes of this I grew tired of it and
told them that I didn't like girls, which they attributed to my age until I
told them that I liked boys that I was gay.  Needless to say it shocked
everyone within earshot and the old ladies stopped talking about my
supposed cuteness.
	Everyone was told to vacate their seats in an orderly fashion and I
guess a stewardess overheard what I told the old ladies.  She told me that
I was not very nice and that a cute boy like me shouldn't be saying such
things to my elders.  I told her that it was the truth before exiting the
plane.
	I met up with my dad by the gateway unaware that I was followed by
the stewardess who called my dad aside and whispered to him, apparently
telling him what I had said.  I could feel my face turn crimson when he
looked over at me with a disbelieving look upon his face.  My dad told me
to sit with him in a row of empty seats and asked me if what I told the
stewardess was true about me hassling old ladies on the airplane.  I almost
thought he was going to ask me if I was gay, I guess I dodged that bullet.
I told him that they kept going on and on about how cute I was and I
eventually got sick of their doting over me.  I guess my dad took the
statement about me being gay as a way of getting the ladies to leave me
alone, he looked relieved and told me not to hassle old ladies that it
wasn't proper.
	On the drive home, my father asked if I was gay.  I asked him where
that was coming from and he told me that I told the stewardess and the
older ladies that I was a homosexual and that he wanted to know if it was
true.  I have never lied to my father in my life, ever.  I guess I was
staring at him with my mouth agape when he asked for me to answer the
question that I wasn't going to get out of it that easy.  I started to ho
hum around and even asked him to define what gay was, like I didn't know
already when he told me to stop playing games and to answer the question.
I tried to tell my dad that I was confused about my sexuality, but the
words wouldn't come out of my mouth so instead of lying I shook my head
yes.  I guess my answer jolted my dad enough that he swerved toward the
other lane and actually hit another car in the side.  Great my honesty was
going to get me killed.  The cops came, took reports, etc.
	We finally made it home without saying another word to each other;
in fact my father wouldn't even look at me.  It was like I was medusa and
he'd turn to stone if he looked at my face.  He showed me to where I would
be sleeping and told me that I would be meeting Sharon tomorrow and that
they had some good news to share with me.  He then asked me how I knew that
I was gay, can you imagine trying to tell your dad that you sucked another
boy's cock and that girls don't turn you on at all.  I tried to tell him
the best that I could and I was completely embarrassed, but I figured it
didn't matter if he didn't like me because I really didn't want to see him
so if he didn't want to see me than things might work out for my benefit.
	We said our goodnights after talking for over two hours, something
I haven't done with him in almost two years.  He asked me why I was talking
with him now and I told him that I was doing it for mom and he left the
room without saying anything.  I prepared myself to go to bed, but had a
hard problem that I needed to solve, so I masturbated to the images of what
Dave and I did over the last day and a half, cumming in less than a minute,
I licked up my cum wishing that it was Dave's before going to the bathroom
to clean up.  I then went back to bed and fell asleep dreaming of Dave.


If you like this story series so far, you may want to read my other fiction
story series:

Gay --> high school --> Music Store Teens
Bi --> college --> College Firsts

Any non-flamer feedback is welcome, email me at jaykool74@hotmail.com