Date: Fri, 29 Jan 2016 18:02:27 -0800
From: True Fan <truefanauthor@gmail.com>
Subject: Priorities - Book I (gay/young-friends)

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Priorities
Chapter 1
by ATrueFan


"If you ever threaten him again, I'll kill you!" Cried Nick as he shook his
fist at his boyfriend's father. He turned to his boyfriend, stroking his
back to calm him. They had just `come out' to his parents and his father
took the news badly. He threatened Bobby that if he continued pretending to
be gay, he'd cut him off from the family money. He'd `beat the gay' out of
him.


Bobby's mom just sat there. Probably too far gone from the martinis she's
been sucking down all day. I don't understand rich people. It's like having
that much changes them. I am so very glad that Bobby isn't like that.


We met, believe it or not, on a website chat room. It was a story site and
we both loved reading stories about true love and romance. Okay, reading
about hot sex scenes didn't lessen the appeal.


We had both been members of GayAuthors.org (GA) for about six months and
one night after about two months, we started talking in their chat room. We
talked about stories we'd read, made recommendations, and had a ton of fun
with the true randomness of some of the other chatters. But through it all,
Bobby and I got to be friends.


Over the next month our friendship grew. We knew we were in the same time
zone and even in the same state from our profiles, but, on one night he
asked me in a private message where I lived. Normally, with all the
internet safety shit you always hear, I wouldn't have told him, but I did
and was surprised when he sent back `Dude! We live in the same town! We
gotta get together and meet!'


To say this wasn't a shock would be a lie, but as they say, sometimes there
are pleasant surprises. We met in a coffee house at about three in the
afternoon and talked... and talked... and talked... until the guy who ran
the place told us it was nearly midnight and they were closing. It was
amazing.


We got together again a few days later and he admitted that he was
attracted to me and I told him the feeling was mutual. We shared our first
kiss, and at that moment I knew. He was `the one'.


Moving back to the the night he came out to his parents... We left his
house and went back to my apartment to discuss his options. He was the one
who came up with the idea. He told me he wanted to be with me, more than
just dating, so he told me his plan.


He was now 18, so he had legal access to his trust fund. He felt he needed
to act quickly or it would be too late. Looking at the time we still had a
few hours before the banks closed. We went to my bank and he opened an
account. Then we drove to the bank where his trust fund was deposited. He
asked to speak to the bank manager.


We were escorted to an office where a mid-fifties man, wearing a suit that
probably cost more than I make in a month, was seated behind a mammoth
desk. Looking around the office, everything reeked of money. They exchanged
pleasantries, Bobby introduced me as `a friend' and they got down to
business.


He told the man that he wanted to move his trust fund, in it's entirety, to
a new account he'd opened. Needless to say, after pulling up his account on
the computer, the manager seemed a tad unhappy, but, what could he do?


"Will you be moving the entire balance?" The man asked.


"What is the current balance?" Bobby asked, probably knowing what it was
before asking.


"Your current balance is seven million eight hundred ninety five thousand
six hundred and forty two dollars and eighteen cents."


Hearing this I was like `What?' in my mind. I had no idea he was that well
off.


"I will be transferring seven million, eight hundred ninety five thousand
dollars. Leave the balance in the account." Bobby intoned with a hint of
sarcasm. He gave the man the wire transfer information and told us the
transfer would be complete within about three minutes. We sat in
silence. About a minute later the man said that the transfer had been
completed.


Without a word, Bobby took his phone from his pocket and dialed a
number. He asked to speak to the manager. A few moments later he spoke
again, "Can you tell me the balance of an account I opened this morning?"
He gave the account information, and after a few moments replied, "Thank
you. May I make an appointment to see you in say... 45 minutes? I'm aware
we're approaching closing time, but this matter is of utmost importance to
me." He listened for a moment, told the person thank you and that we'd be
there as quickly as possible. He then hung up the phone and thanked the man
whose office we were sitting in. We left.


We got back into the car and he asked me to take him back to the bank we'd
opened the account at. On the way he said, "I hadn't told you how wealthy I
was because, I'm sorry to say, I needed to be sure you loved me for me, not
my money. That said, I want you to be with me, but I don't want you to feel
trapped. I am going to transfer one million dollars from my account into a
term savings account for you. Should you ever decide that I am not the one
for you, you can feel free to go. No strings are attached to this. I just
don't want you to ever feel that you're a `kept man'. I love you so very
much."


I was so shocked when I heard this I almost crashed the car. I explained to
him that he didn't need to do it, but he told me he did. It gave him peace
of mind. We arrived at the bank and were met by the bank manager who led us
to his office. The office was efficient, clean, and didn't seems as if too
much had been spent on it. It wasn't shabby by any means, but it was
nowhere near as overboard as the previous one.


After sitting Bobby explained what he wanted to do. The manager then asked
for my information which I gave to him. He tapped away at his computer,
printed out a few forms which I signed, and after checking Bobby's
identification, tapped a few more keys. He handed me a statement showing I
now had an interest bearing account, which was earning seven percent
interest compounded daily. I held the paper in my hands and stared at
it. This was more money than my father had earned in his entire life.


We thanked the bank manager for staying late and his reply made me laugh a
little bit, he said, `I felt it important to cater to the needs of our
branch's largest depositor, now the branch's two largest depositors. He
gave each of us a business card which included his home and cellular phone
numbers. We both shook his hand, and left.


We went back to my apartment and talked. We talked about the future. We
talked about us. That night, for the first time since we'd known each
other, we made love. We fell asleep in each other's arms and slept.


We were awoken the next morning by Bobby's phone ringing. He looked at the
display and it was his father. Answering the phone, I heard his father
yelling so loud i could hear every word. He was yelling about how Bobby
stole from him, how he'd see that both he and his `fuckng gay whore' would
be put behind bars where we could `be handled by Bubba and his crew'. i was
seething, but Bobby, calm and collected, said "Dad, I'm sorry you feel that
way, but do me a favor and go fuck yourself. I'm happy in my new life, and
I will avoid you at all times until you come to your senses. I love you
even though you're acting like a total ass. Goodbye Dad, please tell Mother
I love her before she's too sloshed to understand." He then hung up the
phone.


We've been together now for almost four years. We moved out of the
apartment into a house that Bobby bought in both of our names. After about
a year, Bobby's mother passed away. His father came to our house, hat in
hand, and apologized. He's been a constant visitor to our home.


Bobby and I have applied to adopt a child. We decided to adopt a child that
usually would live in some kind of home until he was eighteen. We are
supposed to get the final word about adopting a twelve year old boy. I hope
it happens. But... that's another story for another day.


[to be continued]