Date: Fri, 18 Jul 2008 02:39:32 +0000 From: Brad Goodman Subject: Family Secrets - Chapter 4 This story involves consensual sexual relationships between males of different generations. It may include relationships between adult males, young men, teens and adolescents. This story is completely fictional. Any resemblance to people, names or situations living or dead is completely coincidental. This story will include graphic depictions of consentual sexual acts between males of varying ages. If this material is illegal in your area or if it is offensive to you then leave now. By continuing to read this means that you are not violating the law in your area or you just don't give a shit what 'the man' tells you is right or wrong. The story belongs in the gay adult-youth section. This story is to be posted only on the Nifty Archive and its sister sites. It should not be reposted without the expressed written consent of the author. Otherwise I will hunt you down and sexually assault your hamster and shit on your front steps. Feedback is welcome and appreciated. Comments may be sent to bradgoodman30@hotmail.com Sorry for not posting last week but my schedule is very hectic. Enjoy this next installment of the story. Family Secrets Chapter 4 By: Brad Goodman My mother was an alcoholic and my father was a loveless tyrant. However, that was our family secret. After losing Matt and his family I was depressed. I was lucky to have sports and a coach that cared about me or otherwise who knows what I would have done. Living with my mother and father was a nightmare. I avoided my father because I was afraid of his abusive outbursts and I never saw my mother as she was always passed out by the time I got home. Despite all of these issues I was to find out that there are things about my family that I didn't even know. In fact, I was never let in on another family secret, which was so big it was about to change my life forever. My mother and father had been trying to have a baby for the past couple of years. I guess they thought it would save their worthless marriage. I always wanted a brother or sister as I was growing up but I now I just thought it cruel to subject another child to this household. Fortunately for any future siblings, my mother had developed problems with her tubes and could not conceive. They tried for three years and nothing ever came of it. They then decided to adopt keeping this all secret from me. My mother and father concealed their respective drinking problems very well and passed the home inspections and background checks with flying colors. Even though we had a lot of family secrets and problems, my father did earn a good living to support us. My father was a salesman for an oil and gas company and my mother was a stay at home drunk. My father traveled three to four days out of the week and unfortunately frequented bars while he was on the road. This helped him to develop a serious drinking problem as well. The one bright spot was that my mother and father had a very nice home. Our house was a nice two-story home with five bedrooms. We were located in a great neighborhood in the city of Sugar Land, Texas; which is a small city on the southwest side of Houston. For two years my parents waited to hear about getting a new baby and finally one Wednesday the phone rang at 5:45pm. I had just gotten home from football practice and almost didn't answer it because I was tired and hungry. I answered the phone and the social worker told me the good news, which I felt was bad news for the baby. She asked for my mother and I told her my usual lie that she was not home. She was home but already passed out drunk. I knew my father would be home tomorrow and could get her sober although I secretly hoped it wouldn't happen. I had a football game that Friday night (which my parents did not attend, but they never did come to any before either) and a friend's mother dropped me home at 9:15 that evening. When I walked in I found my mother and father there with the social worker and a baby. They greeted me and my mother said "This is your new brother, Jacob." I walked slowly towards her and looked at my new brother. He was tiny! He had a sparse growth of dark brown hair on his head and wide-open deep brown eyes. He had a dark complexion and this shocked me. My parents and the social worker explained to me that he was biracial. He was half white and half Hispanic. As I stared at him I realized that he was beautiful to me. I asked if I could hold him and they told me I could so I took him in my arms. I looked at his face and I am sure he smiled at me. He was only five months old and seemed perfect in every way. I did not have some sick sexual baby fetish quite the contrary I had some type of maternal or paternal instinct that seemed to ignite in me. I wanted to take care of boy like I had never been cared for and I decided right then I would make his life better than min had been. The social worker left us and for the next two months everything seemed to be better between my mother and father. One Sunday I came home from church (which I attended now with a new friend's family) and found my mother and father fighting. They were screaming at each other and slapping one another. Jacob was in the living room in a play pin crying and I immediately went over and picked him up. My father began telling my mother he never wanted another child, and in fact he never wanted the first one. He proceeded to tell her that she had quote "fucked up their lives by getting pregnant the first time." My mother responded by saying she never really loved my father but new he would make a lot of money so she married him. That evening he locked himself in a guestroom and she drank herself to sleep by 6:30. I had found myself caring for Jacob again. I had been changing, feeding and playing with him for the past two weeks. On Monday I went to school and my father left on another business trip. That was the last time I would see him. He decided not to come back. After my father left it took little more than six months for us to lose our house and end up living in a housing project near downtown Houston. Our new place was a two-bedroom apartment in an all black housing project. The carpet was older than I was and the building itself should have been condemned. My new school was not an exemplary school like my old one, but it instead boasted the lowest test scores in the state. The school was about 78% black, 20% Hispanic, and 2% white. I continued playing football and easily made the varsity football team. Being only 15 going on 16, it was a lot of responsibility for me to take on in order to ensure our finances were managed and Jacob was cared for properly. I felt like a single parent. This continued for the next three years and luckily in that time I graduated high school and got a scholarship to play football at the University of Houston. Right after my nineteenth birthday, Jake and I returned home and I noticed that the usually foul apartment was more dank than ever. Before it was always the smell of sewage backing up but this odor was more like something rotting or decaying. As I investigated the smell I noticed it was concentrated around my mother's room. She had passed away from her drinking. Later the coroner reported she had died from sclerosis of the liver but that had caused the kidneys to shut down and eventually it weakened her heart too. Jake and I were able to keep the apartment and social services awarded custody of him to me. I just couldn't bear to loose the once person in the world that I truly loved. A month after my mother died a new young lady moved into our project in the apartment next to ours. She was 22 and had a four and half year old son. I went over to meet her the day they moved in and to invite them to come over for pizza. Tanya and her son Nick quickly became good friends with Jake and I. I think the boys really hit it off because they were only a month apart in age. We all became very close very quickly and I even had sex with a girl for the first time thanks to Tanya. I knew I wasn't into girls but I guess my curiosity got the best of me. In fact, I let it get the best of me several times, although we never thought about it as a relationship. This was an awkward time but a time of growth for her and me. For two years we continued to develop a strong relationship with Tanya playing the mother role to both boys and myself playing daddy. We were never a couple but we did rely on each other. At the end of my senior year of college, I was contacted by several agents trying to sign me because they all said I would definitely be drafted by one of the NFL teams. I had already gone through rehab twice for injuries to my left knee and was not sure how long I would be able to play even if I made it on the roster of the team that drafted me. I decided to stay and finish my school since I would not officially graduate until the following December. My finance degree coupled with my quasi football celebrity was bringing employers out of the wood works and by the end of November I had a job offer from several firms. It didn't hurt that a local station did one of those pathetic "Beating the Odds" stories on Jake and me. I got a $4500 signing bonus with a prestigious financial firm and a job that paid $38,000 a year to start. I immediately used the money as a down payment on a house in a nice little neighborhood in Sugar Land. The house was a small 3-bedroom home with two bathrooms. It was only about 1500 square feet but it had a yard and no gun shots going off outside. Jacob was ecstatic, however, he was worried about losing Nick. They had become the best of friends and he was afraid that when we moved he would not get to see Nick anymore. To my amazement Tanya and I talked before the move and she asked me if I would say Nick lived with me so he could go to the exemplary school district in the new neighborhood. The boys finished their first grade year in their new school and really enjoyed it. Nick was practically living with us and we had moved most of his stuff into our house. The boys decided one day to start calling me dad and they did ever since then. We had been spending so much time together over the past three years that we had developed a deep bond and I realized that I thought of them as my sons. It was a life changing moment and it seemed that our past together had just become our new family secret. No longer were we the people that made it out of the projects but now we were a new family linked together by love and admiration for one another. The hardships of the past were soon forgotten and replaced by our new found enthusiasm for the future. The past would be our family secret for years to come. For the next four years Nick lived with Jacob and me. Tanya at first visited a lot but it tapered off over those four years to one to two times a month. I had gotten two promotions at my company during those years and I was now earning $65,000 a year. It wasn't a huge salary but it was a lot of money for me. I began to look for a new bigger and better house for the boys and I. It was time we moved nicer neighborhood. It must have been fate or something because Nick and Jacob came home one day and said they saw the house they wanted to live at when they were on their way home from school. The boys were eleven now and they had grown to be quite beautiful and intelligent. They insisted there was a `for sale' sign in the yard and that we needed to go look at it right now. I caved into their desires and we piled into our car. They pointed the way and I drove down the streets wondering why this was so important to them. I did not pay any attention as to where we were going and then Jacob yelled "There it is, stop!" My mouth fell open and I sat there awestruck. It was the house I grew up in. There is no way Jacob could remember it, but I sure did. The boys were waiting for my reaction and for me to say something, but I was speechless. In a flash all the emotions I had ever felt about my mother and father flooded me. I began to cry and it scared the boys. "What's wrong Dad?" they said in unison. I looked in there little eleven-year-old faces and said "Nothing. I think it is perfect for us." They both squealed with delight and felt very triumphant that they had discovered our future abode. We had a group hug in the car for about five minutes. It must have seemed a little odd to all the neighbors. My mind was racing on the way back home, but I kept thinking it would be fitting for me to return to my childhood home. What a better place than that to right the wrongs of the past. When we got back to the house I called the real estate agent and made an offer on the house. She asked if I wanted to tour it first, and I told her it was not necessary. Several days later the phone ran and I was expecting the agent, but it was Tanya. I was surprised. I realized as I talked with her that I hadn't seen or heard from her in about two-weeks. I then realized that Nick hadn't even noticed or mentioned it to me either. Tanya said she and I needed to talk because she had something very important to tell me. We set a time to meet at a local diner later that day. My mind began to wonder through what she was going to say. I had a feeling of dread come over me. Was she going to take Nick away from me? Maybe she was getting married, or maybe she was going to move to another city or state, or maybe she would want Nick to live with her for now on. I was very scared. I began to realize I loved him so much that I could not bear to have him leave. He was my son. I then thought about Jake. He would be crushed. That would hurt me just as much as losing Nick. They were both becoming incredible young men. Jacob was about five feet tall now and Nick had surpassed him about a year ago and was 5 feet 1 inch tall. They were stark contrasts in appearance. Jake had a medium dark complexion which left people guessing if he was just a dark white boy or if he was Hispanic. His dark brown hair had blond highlights which he insisted on getting about a year ago. Jake had a very slender build and was actually quite skinny. He kind of looked like Jake T. Austin from Wizards of Waverly Place. Nick on the other hand was a pale white boy. He had white/blond hair and had a lean but muscular build for an eleven-year-old. His face and hair made him look a lot like a young Jason Dolley, it was almost uncanny. They did however share many traits. Both of them were polite, thoughtful, and considerate of others. They both loved to hug and kiss people as well as to receive them even more. They both loved to play sports and do outdoor activities. Both of them were avid swimmers and loved to go to the pool. And they both told me that their favorite thing to do was to watch wrestling on Mondays and Thursdays. We used to wrestle and play fight as we watched the shows and occasionally I would let them win but mostly I would flip them around to their great delight. After thinking about the boys for several hours I eventually left to meet with Tanya at the diner with my stomach in knots and my mind fearing the worse possible scenarios. We ordered a couple of diet cokes, and just sat there sipping them in silence for about ten minutes. I could not take it any more and said "You have something important to tell me?" She nodded. I waited for what seemed to be an eternity, but was in actuality probably about 1 minute and blurted out "Are you going to tell me?" Her mouth opened but nothing came out and she nodded again. Tanya took a big gulp of her diet coke and said "I never put a father on Nick's birth certificate. I had them leave it blank so I could put the person I wanted to be his father on it someday. I want to have your name put there." I was stunned. What was she saying? Did she want us to get married or did she want me to take Nick permanently. I said nothing but my mind was racing. She then said "I have a brain tumor and the doctor told me six months ago I had six months to live." My heart skipped a beat. "What! But you look fine?" I exclaimed. "I have opted not to get chemo or any other treatment because the doctors told me from the beginning it was terminal." Before I could say anything else she said "Will you be Nick's father? He loves you very much, more than you probably know, and he already calls you Dad." I mumbled out "Yes, I would be honored." She got up and said "I was sure you would say yes so I went to Austin this week and had you added as his father. I will call you tomorrow." She walked out of the diner as quickly as she could. I could not move or speak. My body was paralyzed by the news. I wanted to chase after her and talk some more. I had a thousand questions and a million emotions overwhelming me. I sipped my diet coke for about 30 minutes and finally regained control of my body. I went home and when I got in I saw Jake and Nick on the floor watching TV. I sat on the couch turned the TV off and said "Come here, I need to talk to you two." They looked scared like they had done something wrong. "You're not in trouble." I reassured them. They came and sat with one on each side of me. I was speechless again and just grabbed the boys into a big bear hug. I kissed them both and held them tighter than I had ever done before. I know I was freaking them out and crushing their little bodies with my hug but I just couldn't stop. Just then the phone rang and broke me from my trance. I rushed over to it expecting to her Tanya's voice, and when I picked it up the voice on the other end said loudly "Congratulations, they have accepted your offer." After setting up a meeting for the following Monday afternoon to finalize the paperwork I turned to the boys and said "We got the house." They both smiled their big beautiful smiles and ran and jumped into my arms. The next day I still had not said anything to the boys. We went to church and out to lunch afterwards. When I got home there was a message on the machine. The first message was Tanya. All it said was "I love all you guys very much and will miss you." The next message was from the police. In fact the next three messages were from the police. I called the number the officer left and as it rang my mind was thinking "What did they want?" The officer answered and I told him who I was. He paused for a minute and then said "What was your relationship to Tanya Sanders?" "She is the mother of my son." I told him fearing what he was about to say. "Mr. Goodman, Ms. Sanders is dead. She shot herself this morning at 9:00 am." The officer announced almost robotically. I felt a sharp pain run down my side and up my back. I could not believe my ears. I almost dropped the phone but the officer used a stern tone that kept my attention. I felt my eyes began to leak and tears started running down my face. After, the officer and I talked for several more minutes and we made arrangements for me to meet him, I finally hung up the phone. I wondered aimlessly into the kitchen and took a seat at the table. I sat in the kitchen crying for about 20 minutes and didn't stop until Nick came in. "What's wrong, Dad?" he asked. I put my arms out and Nick stepped into them. "Nick, I love you very much and will never leave you, I just want you to know that." He smiled and returned my embrace. I could tell he was concerned about me and I just kept thinking I couldn't tell him what I needed too. "Nick I have to tell you something very sad and I want you to know it is okay to cry." "What is it?" he said. "Your mother passed away this morning." His little pale blue eyes began to swell with tears. "Cancer?" he asked. I nodded and he burst into tears. He fell into my arms again and I held him tightly. We both cried for about 15 minutes before I was able to ask him the question burning in my mind. "How did you know?" "My mom told me a couple of weeks ago and told me not to tell you." Nick said sniffling. I did not have the heart to tell him the truth, but in a way the cancer did kill her. I held him as he sobbed for about an hour. I took him and Jake to our next door neighbor's house and met the officer handling the case. On my way home I stopped by her apartment to gather some things and bring them to the house. When I got home I picked up Nick and Jake from the neighbor's house. That night both boys insisted on sleeping in my bed and I really wanted the company as well. The next few weeks were difficult. We had a funeral and had to prepare to move all at once. I was stressed out and the boys were on the edge. I decided to take off the Friday the week after the funeral and the day before our move. The boys stayed home from school and we packed up the last few things we could not live without (mostly videos, CDs, and toys). That weekend was hectic. I had hired movers to help us out and it was well worth the cost. There was a lot of new furniture being delivered, because we had spent a day buying new furniture for all of our rooms. We used the boys and my old furniture to decorate the guest rooms. The next week was a blur, but I returned to work and the boys returned to school. They insisted on sleeping with me every night that week. I was afraid I was spoiling them or just doing something weird, but after Tanya's death and the move I justified it as just temporary until the boys got settled again. Although, we were at a crossroads I never could have known that something was bout to occur that would be our biggest family secret of all. To be continued...