Date: Sat, 12 Apr 2003 17:32:45 -0700 (PDT) From: No Label Subject: Donny - Chapter 28 This story may contain descriptions of true love between a man and a youth and may be illegal where you live. Download and possess at your own risk. This story is completely fictional. Characters in it may resemble living persons but that would be completely by accident because I really don't know any one like the characters in this story. But I'd like to, so if you resemble one of these characters please drop me a line. Or if you have comments, suggestions, or critisisms then let me know. I do try to answer all emails. Please do not reproduce this story without my permission. I hate to sound like a broken record, but I must thank the Alienist for his support and editing skills. I would hate to think of how bad this story would be without him. Feedback is the only paycheck I get, and I do need to pay the bills (hint, hint). In case you don't remember it, or cut off the top somehow, my address is zero78245d@sbcglobal.net. Donny - Chapter 28 This is really weird. First Chet asks if I'm gay and when I admit it he's cool, even though he says he's straight. Then he hugs Dad even though he barely knows him. What is up with him? That's not how boys are supposed to act, especially fifteen-year-olds. The look of puzzlement must have still been on my face when I walked into my room. Chet was already under the covers. "Took you long enough. S'up?" "Nothing." "Bull shit, Donny. You're looking at me like I have an eye in the middle of my forehead." "You got to admit that you are strange. First you don't run a hundred miles an hour out of here when I admit I'm gay. Then you hug my Dad like you've known him all your life. That's weird." Chet got a concerned look on his face. "Did I do something wrong?" "Nah, just weird. So accepting. Why?" Chet chuckled nervously. "Climb in. You can ask me any question you want." I dropped my shorts and got into the bed, ensuring that plenty of room was between us. "Shit, Donny. I don't bite, you know." "I know. Just kinda strange, you know?" "Not to me. But maybe I better explain a few things." "Yeah, that would be nice." "First of all, my next older brother and I sleep in one bed. We have done it our whole life, so it feels normal having some else in bed with you. And with four boys and three girls in the family privacy is not in big supply." "I didn't know you had such a big family." "Yeah, you will have to come over and meet them. They're all great. And my dad is one of thirteen kids, and he had to share with two brothers. And my mom is a clinical research psychologist and thinks it's just fine too. But both of them do go out of their way to try to give us kids some private space too. That's why it was so easy to get their permission for this weekend. So scoot your ass over, I need to touch you." "Huh?" "The way Mom explains it is that all people feel the need for physical contact, and if it is lost then it can really fuck up your head." "She really say that?" "Nah, she has some big fancy words for it, but it means the same. She says all people have the need for physical nurturing, especially kids." "But.." "I know exactly what your thinking, bub. No, my brother and I are both straight. But we do help each other out once in a while, you know, relieve the tension, hehe." "That don't sound very straight to me." Chet laughed. "It is. Same for my brother too. We don't do anything more than jerk each other off. Nothing really sexual to it. Like I said, just relieving tension. Mom calls it normal boyhood exploration and maturation. She says that by our age we should already know if we sexually desire boys or girls, and shit like jerking off won't change our orientation." "So it matters who you love then, to determine if you're gay or not?" "Nah, you can love anyone. Love is totally different than sex. Mom says you can love anybody, but that doesn't mean you want to have sex with them. Like you love your dad, but you don't want to have sex with him, do ya?" Gulp. "Shit no. That's gross." Yes. Yes. Yes, that is the one thing I want more than anything. Chet looked at me sharply. Almost like he was looking inside my head. Was my face betraying my inner feelings? "Okay then." Chet's face softened. "Look, you know how often boys our age need to relieve ourselves. It's a natural result of our hormones kicking in. Mom said she has heard of boys that masturbate as many as six or seven times a day, especially when they first discover it. She says our bodies are growing so fast, and pumping out so many hormones that it is normal to do it at least once or twice a day. Plus we fall in love with the feelings. I know I did." Chet got a lecherous grin. "Yeah. Me too." Fuck, does this mean that he may be willing? With me? Oh, wow. But he still hadn't answered my question. "So why did you hug my dad?" I guess I asked the question sharply because Chet lost the grin quickly, then got real serious. "Ah, Donny? Can I ask you a question first? He's not your real dad, is he?" I knew what Chet meant, but the doc and I had talked about this recently, about the difference between biological breeder and true father figure, so I decided to use what we had discussed. "Yes, he is. He is the man who loves me and is raising and protecting me and is teaching me how to become a man myself. So he is my real Dad." "Wow, he doesn't look old enough. Can I ask what happened to your mom?" I chuckled now, deciding to let Chet off the hook. "Oh, you mean my biological parents. My mom is dead, and the man who sired me is gone." "Oh, shit. I'm sorry, Donny. I just..." "Don't worry about it Chet. I knew what you meant when you first asked, but wanted to have some fun with you." And suddenly I decided to tell my new best friend the whole story. "Oh shit. I'm sorry Donny." "No. Don't be sorry. I am happy and safe now, and have my Dad who loves me. So now it's good." "Yeah, but..." "But crap. I am happier now than I can ever remember. And now I have a new best friend, even if he is weird." "Oh. Okay." "So now, tell me why you hugged my dad." Chet looked at me with a sly grin. "Well, I kinda figured he wasn't your real dad.." "Biological sire. He is my real dad." "Okay, the man who bred you. Anyway, I figured that if you love him as much as it seems, and he loves you, then he is someone that I can love too." "Huh? What do you mean?" "Well...this is tough to say. But I love you." Chet held his hands up. "As a friend, a best friend. You're someone I want to stay friends with forever. That I can talk to and tell all my deepest, darkest secrets to. So you see? Since you love him, and he loves you..." Chet trailed off, peering closely at me. My poor mind. This is all very confusing, no, different. All this talk about love. Shit, the doc and I talk about it, and Dad and I, but it's weird with another kid. But cool, I think. But... But... But can I love Chet? As a friend? Shit, I don't know! "Donny?" "Yeah?" "You okay?" "Dunno. Give me a minute." "Sure." Chet lay back and pulled a little away. No, I don't want that! Damn, what do I want? Shit. I sat up in the bed and put my chin in my hands. Chet loves me. As a friend. Do I love him? Yeah, I guess so. I know that I like being around him, and want to have loads of fun with him (no, not that kind of fun...well, if he's willing), and it was so easy to tell him about me. Is that what a best friend is? Do best friends love each other? Hell yeah. Chet had turned away, and I could see that he was tensed up. I knew I had to do something to show him that I wanted him as my friend, and that I loved him too. So I leaned over and softly pecked his cheek. And pulled back quickly to see what reaction I would get. A huge smile jumped onto his face and he sat up. We wrapped our arms around each other and pulled tight. I felt wetness on my cheek and knew that I had to say "I love you too, you doofus." Chet just grinned more. We finally dropped our arms and sat there grinning at each other. I had to ask. "Sooo, does this mean that we can, ah, relieve each other?" Chet started laughing. I mean really laughing. He grabbed his stomach and doubled over laughing. His face got so red. And I started too. Finally he slowed enough to get out. "Hey, what are best friends for?" And that started us both again. I guess we got a little loud because soon there was a knock at the door. I could barely get out a yeah, it sounded more like a yaw haw. But Dad opened the door and stuck his head in. "What's going on? You boys okay? Getting late you know." I recovered enough to wave and nod my head okay. Dad just shook his head and shut the door again. It took a while. Every time we looked at each other giggles would bust out. We finally manged to control our funny bones and get some sleep that night. Did we help each other out? Hell yeah. And in the morning too. You know, just to get the juices flowing, hehe. So it was two tension-free boys that finally made it to breakfast Sunday morning. Dad was in the kitchen when we finally emerged from my room, grinning like two hyenas. Dad looked at us both without saying a word, just shaking his head, and motioned to the table. And on the table was a stack of pancakes a foot high. Didn't stay that way long though, hehe. Chet and I got some real good practice in Sunday before he had to leave. That's practice swimming you perverts. When we dropped Chet off at home that afternoon we slapped hands like best friends do, then he hugged Dad again. I didn't hear what he said to Dad, but my heart leaped when I heard Dad answer "Any time. You're always welcome in our home." Dad didn't ask any questions when we got home ourselves. He just said, "I'm glad to see you and Chet have become good friends. He's a neat kid." Now that is a real compliment, coming from Dad. We kicked ass in our meet. I set new personal bests in both my races, but still couldn't beat Chet's time in the breast. We went out to celebrate afterwards at the only pizza place in town and invited Chet's family along. Luckily, not all his brothers and sisters came to the meet, but I did get to meet his older brother Curt. Yep, that one. I know cause when we were introduced I commented that he looked very relaxed. Chet's red face was my answer. Dad and Chet's dad Cod seemed to take to each other real quick, but his mom Phylis was a surprise. At about five foot tall and almost as wide she sure didn't fit the picture I had in my mind. But she sure was fun. Told me to call her Phyl, but don't ever think she was a guy. Dad invited them all out for a barbeque the next Saturday. TBC