Date: Sun, 30 Nov 2014 20:08:32 -0800 From: Carl Robinson Subject: (gay/adult-youth) Madison's Adventures 1 Donate -- Please donate to Nifty. For just the cost of a cup of coffee a week you can help feed the imaginations of starving readers. Help end sexual hunger today, donate at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Obligatory Disclaimer and notes about the story -- This story is fictional. None of these people are real and none of this happened. The main thrust of this story is man/boy and boy/boy sexual relationships between unrelated males. But the story, particularly the first part, will have brief mentions of other types of relationships (ie with females and also with related individuals) but the sex is not described with any detail. This story is a spin-off from the story "Taking Charge of My Family". Neither story requires the other to understand what is going on although there are some jokes and comments that make more sense if you've read both stories. You may find the other story here: http://www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/incest/taking-charge-of-my-family/ This initial chapter is very light on the sex as it catches up to the various events already revealed in Taking Charge of My Family and fills in some of the back story there. Future chapters will have more sex. Please send any comments or feedback to me at niftytakechargedad at yahoo dot com Madison's Adventures 1 "Go West" Yesterday I was cleaning out my dad's office and I found an old USB stick in his home safe. I ordered up an adapter and had it printed. Once I mounted the memory stick I discovered it was encrypted. Fortunately before my adopted father passed away, he gave me the password to his password manager file. After a bit of trial and error, I was able to unlock the USB stick with the password for a mysterious entry in the password manager that was labeled as: "TCMF". It turns out that he had written about all the things we had done together as a family after my mother moved out west with Ricky, Katy, and me. Of course back then my dad was still just my grandfather, since he hadn't adopted me yet. Once I had become an adult I found it easier to refer to him as Carl. What with our family tree being so, unusual, the traditional relationship labels such as father, grandfather, brother, uncle, aunt, nephew, and niece could get muddied. I read the first few chapters last night and it was an eye opener to see things from his perspective and to also read what he thought about me back then. I also got really horny from reading his account of what happened and recalling my own memories of those days. Reading his account has also inspired me to write down my own version of the events of unorthodox childhood. Forgive me if sometimes my tone, insights, or vocabulary are inconsistent, I'm doing my best to remember how I felt and talked at the time, but its been many years and my memory isn't perfect so I fill in some of the words with more adult vocabulary. I shared most of this with my grandfather at the time, but didn't always tell him everything or give him all the details. I had no reals secrets from him growing up. But when I was a kid, we did have an unofficial don't ask, don't tell policy about what I did. He was always content to keep his expressions of love in the family. Ricky and Katy were so in love with each other that they didn't often go looking to sex with other people, although I do believe they had a few outside affairs, both together and separately and Ricky did accompany me on several of my "adventures" as there were some things that Katy couldn't provide for him, like a hard cock up his ass. I'm sure mom was also getting some on the side occasionally, but grandfather was always risk adverse. He didn't want to take any chances and get caught having sex with someone else's kid. I can't really blame him, since a guy getting caught having sex with someone else's kid can have life changing consequences for both the man and the kid. It is sort of what caused my mom to finally move out west and triggered all the subsequent events that my grandfather wrote about. Sure, mom told her father that we got kicked out because our landlord's wife found the photos he had taken of my twelve-year-old sister Katy. That was the truth as far as my mom knew since that is what Mr. Jackson had told her when he kicked her out. He said that she needed to get out or they would both being going to jail, him for taking the pictures and her for letting her daughter pose nude in lieu of paying rent. I knew the real reason, but I never told anyone. The real reason was that his wife unexpectedly came home early one day and walked in on him and me; I was sucking his dick. Mr. Jackson and I had been sucking each other for a couple years at that point. I found out later that he had also been doing it with Ricky, only he was paying Ricky. That caused a lot of conflicting emotions in me at the time. Part of me was jealous that Mr. Jackson had been 'cheating' on me with my older brother, part of me was upset that I had missed out on getting paid. We never had any money until we moved in with our grandfather and I could have used the money just as much as Ricky. I'm not entirely sure why I didn't tell the family about what I had done with Mr. Jackson when Ricky admitted that he was having sex with the man. I guess I was still a little 'brainwashed' by Mr. Jackson at that point. He had spent two years convincing me that if I told anyone that I would be the one that would get in trouble, and that I'd be taken away from my mother, plus since I didn't have a father, I would wind up in an orphanage. It is easy to recognize the man's bullshit now, but to a little kid that was desperate for attention from anyone resembling a father figure, it was very powerful bullshit. What kind of asshole fucks with a little boy's mind like that? Thankfully though, it ultimately worked out for the best that we had to move. It caused mom to finally swallow her pride and go begging to her dad. It is kind of funny in hindsight that all three of us had done things with the landlord and never told each other about it while it was happening. We had always been close to each other since we all shared a bedroom, but still society had taught us not to talk about sex, so we didn't, even though we were all having sex as kids. Ricky and I were supposed to share a bed, but most nights Katy would end up in bed with Ricky and I would sleep in Katy's bed. I never joined in with them because I was afraid that somehow they would know I was fooling around with Mr. Jackson, like somehow it would show on my dick. But, I would get hard and rub myself under the covers while I watched them messing around. Still we never really talked about it with each other, although I'm sure they talked to each other about what they were doing, and they knew I watched them. Katy and I were always close, and she knew I liked boys and men instead of girls. Several years before we moved she had caught me lying on her bed looking at one of her Tiger Beat magazines while I humped a pillow. Her only reaction was to tell me not to get my 'spooge' on the pillow. I had to ask her what that was since I was still only having dry orgasms and she explained it was a slang term for that white stuff that shot out of Ricky's dick. The trip west was a nightmare for me. Mom was crying most of the time, and I was feeling guilty because I blamed myself for us getting kicked out, but I couldn't tell anyone about it because I still thought that government agents would instantly appear and drag me off if anyone found out. Ricky and Katy were quiet and spent most of the ride sharing a pair of earbuds, listening to Ricky's iPod, which it turns out he had bought with some of his blowjob money from Mr. Jackson. When we got to grandpa's house, he offered to let us live with him even if mom didn't stay. I knew as soon as Ricky accepted that Katy would stay too. If they were both going to stay, it was an easy choice for me to make as well. I remember Katy whispering into my ear, "Grandpa's kinda cute for an old guy. Why don't you ask him to carry your bag in for you so we can see his muscles." I did what she suggested and ogled my grandfather as he carried our bags for us. He was much more attractive than Mr. Jackson. I think I fell in love with him as soon as we moved in. I was like a puppy dog those first few days, I constantly followed him around the house, always wanting to be in the same room with him. I thought he only liked girls though, so I would play with Katy's dolls, pretending the Ken doll was my grandfather and I was the Barbie doll. I kept hoping he would get the hint when he saw me rubbing the dolls together like they were humping each other, but he would just smile at me and go back to work. I wanted to go over and suck his dick, but was too afraid. Between the things Mr. Jackson had said about the government taking me away if they found out I liked sucking dick, Ricky's occasional off-hand comments about not being a fag, and the general homophobia of our poor neighborhood in New York, I was convinced that if I told grandpa knew how I felt that he wouldn't like me anymore, so I kept quiet. Things changed the night mom was brought home by the sheriff. A couple years later, grandfather admitted to us that he had set mom up, but we didn't know it at the time. Katy and I had been asleep in our room when we heard the commotion and saw the sheriff's car out in the driveway. Katy thought it was best if we stayed in our room, which we did until we heard mom getting spanked and crying. At that point we just had to see what was going on, so we crept out of our room and tried to peek around the edge of the hallway without being seen. Grandpa was spanking our mother and talking dirty to her. It was all very confusing to me at the time, but it was also very exciting. I've always been orally fixated, so I guess I ended up sucking on my thumb, I did that a lot when I was nervous, it calmed me down. Even to this day I love having things in my mouth to suck on, fortunately, more often than not, those things are hard cocks instead of my own thumb. While it was a long time ago, reading Carl's account of that evening helped refresh my memory. He said I looked confused and on the verge of crying; I probably was. Part of me was afraid because he seemed so upset at my mom and I worried that he would kick us out because of whatever she had done. Part of me also wished that I was the one bare ass naked on his lap with his hands on me. It was a relief when he called me over and had me sit on the couch next to him. Having his arm wrapped around me made me feel safe, protected, and loved. Katy knew that I had a crush on grandpa, so I guess she took the opportunity to get the ball rolling between us. She put my hand on top of grandpa's lap and moved it up and down the length of his erection. I'm glad she did it, but I was still a bit shy because of all the crap I'd been fed about it needing to be secret and I'd get in trouble if anyone found out that I was playing with a man's dick. But part of me also knew that it felt very right to have my hand on his big dick. I loved how it felt in my hand. It was hot and hard, yet slightly squishy. It was also huge, much bigger than Mr. Jackson's and even bigger than Ricky's. Up until then Ricky's had been the biggest cock I'd seen. It was funny to read grandpa's account of the evening, I sounded like such a little baby. I do remember that Mr. Jackson always liked me to use baby talk when we were messing around, I think it turned him on to pretend he was having sex with an even younger boy. So I guess it was just habit for me to call his dick a "pee pee" like I was a five instead of ten. Over the next few days as Carl started teaching Ricky and Katy about sex, I was still conflicted. They all seemed to be so excited about having boy/girl sex and it just did nothing for me. I got all excited seeing Carl and Ricky's cocks but at the same time it also made me feel alone because I didn't share their desire for Sara and Katy. Don't get me wrong, I love my sister and mother, but not in the same way that Ricky and grandpa love, loved them. That feeling of being different played a big part in my meltdown when I got teased on the bus. There was a silver lining in that I think it finally made grandpa accept that I was gay and not just inexpereinced, so he stopped trying to be so neutral and 'let me discover my sexuality for myself'. Instead he finally just embraced me for who I was. It also gave him an excuse to indulge his sexual desire for boys. That weekend changed a lot of things for me. Carl agreed to be my dad, which filled a void I had always felt. He'd also let me suck his cock which filled another void that had been empty since I had gotten caught with Mr. Jackson. Then when he fucked Ricky, I was so excited to discover there was another void inside me that up until then I hadn't known needed filling. Unfortunately, due to my own screw up, it would take longer to get that new void filled then we had planned. When I went to school on Monday, I was no longer afraid or ashamed of the feelings I had. While I knew I couldn't say anything about what my family did, or what I had done with Mr. Jackson, I felt I no longer needed to hide who I was. It helped that before we got off the school bus that morning Ricky let the boys that had been bullying me on Friday know that if they ever did anything like that again, or even called me names that he would kick their asses. I started looking at boys and men differently, or rather more openly. Before I would always look away and not make eye contact so they wouldn't see that I was looking at them, but now I didn't care if they caught me looking. Generally, I checked out the teachers and the high school boys. I would look at them and imagine that I was sucking on their dicks. It always made me hard to day dream about that. Looking at boys my own age didn't really do the same thing for me. Although there was one boy in my class that I really liked. His name was Jonah. He rode a skateboard to school instead of taking the bus. He had brown hair that went down to his shoulder blades. I decided after seeing him that I wanted to grow my hair out like his, mine was already down to the middle of my neck, so it didn't take too long. He had blue eyes, a cute button nose and a wide mouth with full red lips. He had a bit of a feminine look to him, like me, but he was also masculine, playing soccer and basketball with the other boys at recess, and he always had bruises and scraps on his elbows and knees from skateboarding. I just thought he was the coolest boy in school. I always liked to draw when I was a kid, still do actually. It was a couple days later when it got me into trouble at school. I had spent the lunch period watching the boys playing basketball. Jonah was on the team that was 'skins' and I sat on the grass near the basketball court and drew him in my sketch book. I wasn't paying attention to anything other than my drawing and occasionally looking up at Jonah for inspiration. While I was focused on Jonah, Susie, the girl that sat next to me in my class, snuck up behind me and looked over my shoulder to see what I was drawing. I had drawn Jonah naked and with a big cock, like Ricky's, with cum leaking out of it. Susie's family was really religious and she wasn't any fun, so she ran and told on me to Ms. Jenkins, the teacher that was doing yard duty supervising us that day at lunch. I was trying to rip up the drawing so no one else would see it when Ms. Jenkins grabbed the pieces from my hand. One of the pieces still clearly showed a large cock with cum dripping out of it. She brought me to the office and showed the pieces of the drawing to the principal, Mr. Watkins. He asked what I had been drawing and I confessed that I was drawing Jonah. He asked if Jonah had shown me his penis or had done anything to me. I said no. He seemed disappointed by my answer. Then he asked me where I had seen this in real life before as he held up the piece of the paper with the hard cock and cum on it. Remembering what Mr. Jackson and my grandpa had both said about not telling anyone, I said I saw it on the internet. It was sort of true, I had seen adult cocks cumming in the movies that Ricky and Katy would sometimes watch on our mom's laptop when she wasn't home. I don't know if he believed me or not but I guess he was satisfied with the answer because he had me wait outside his office. I sat out there and cried, afraid that he somehow knew I'd been having sex with Mr. Jackson and my grandfather and that they were going to take me way and put me in an orphanage. Instead, the principal must have called my house because about a half hour later grandpa and my mom showed up. Grandpa looked upset and my mom looked nervous. They went into the office and about fifteen minutes later, the principal told me I was suspended for the rest of the day and for tomorrow as well on account of having a pornographic drawing at school. On the way home, grandpa lectured me about not making drawings like that while I was at school. He said it was fine for me to draw stuff like that at home, but that they had to stay in the house. He also let me know that the principal could tell I was lying about where I saw an adult penis, but that my mother had covered for me by explaining that I grew up sharing a room with Ricky. If it ever came up again, that is where I had seen an adult sized erection. Also he said that if the principal ever asked about it that I should tell him I had been told not to look at my brother while he was naked anymore. They also told me that I needed to go see the doctor and get an examination that would show that I hadn't been abused, whatever that meant. Unfortunately, until then there would be no more playing with my ass. That of course made me upset and I complained about them being unfair and punishing me over a stupid drawing. For some reason they both laughed at me. I had hoped that Thursday would be a lot of fun, getting to spend it at home with my grandpa and mom, but instead they made me do school work and do a bunch of educational exercises on the computer. When I got on the bus to go to school on Friday, several of kids were laughing at me and whispering to each other. Ricky glared at them and no one did anything, but I guess word had gotten around about why I had been suspended. Susie had a big mouth and I'm sure she blabbed to all her friends about what I had done. While before the kids had just suspected I was a gay sissy, now it had been confirmed, and I had been officially outed. In class the teacher, Mr. Richards, didn't say anything about me being suspended, being gay, or the drawing. He just seemed to ignore it all. I was too scared of Jonah's reaction to even look in his direction. During morning recess, I went to the boy's bathroom to pee and when I got to the urinal, I heard Jonah come into the bathroom and tell the other boys to get out of the bathroom and make sure no one came in. It was a good thing I was standing at the urinal with my dick out otherwise I would have pissed myself when he walked over and grabbed me by the arm. Even then, I still sprayed a little bit of piss around as he yanked me and dragged me into one of the two stalls as I shoved my dick back inside my shorts. He looked angry and I was sure I was about to get the shit beat out of me. He was about the same height as me, but he weighed more since I was really skinny. Unlike me he actually had some muscle. "I heard you drew a picture making fun of my dick," he said loudly as he shoved me up against the side of the stall and pinned me there with his right hand pressed against my chest. I was so scared I just babbled out an answer as I started to cry, "No, I wasn't making fun of your dick. I've never seen your dick. I'd never make fun of you, I think you're perfect." I looked down at the ground, still not able to look him in the eyes. His grip on my arm relaxed a little bit and his hand on my chest stopped pushing against me as it traveled up to my face. I was sure he was going to pull his hand back and punch me, but instead he cupped my chin and lifted my face up, holding it there until I looked him in the eye. "Is it true what the they say about you, that you're gay?" he asked. His voice wasn't angry anymore and he didn't look mad. In fact he was smiling at me. I couldn't muster the courage to speak so I just nodded. "Do you want to see my dick?" he asked, almost whispering. I'm sure my eyes must have popped out of my head in surprise. "Yes," I said. He let go of me and stepped back. He leaned against the opposite metal wall and started undoing his shorts. "Have you ever sucked a dick before?" he asked. "Yes," I answered quickly, thinking he was going to ask me to suck his and wanting him to know I was eager to do it. He had his shorts unbuttoned and his fly open. I could see a small bulge in the front of his white cotton briefs. "Whose?" he asked. I'm sure a look of panic appeared on my face when he asked that question. I felt my face blush as I looked him in the eye again and answered, "I can't tell you. I promised." "If you don't tell me whose dick you sucked, I won't let you suck my cock and I will beat you up," he threatened. I slumped back against the wall and looked down at the ground. "Fine, just do it and get it over with," I said as I closed my eyes and waited for him to beat me up. "Not now, there isn't enough time," he said as he zipped his pants back up. "Meet me here fifteen minutes after lunch starts," he said then exited the stall and left the bathroom. A pair of boys quickly entered the bathroom, curious to see what had happened to me. I still had tears on my cheeks and my clothes were sort of rumpled, so they figured he must have roughed me a bit but not done any serious damage. They called me a sissy and laughed at me, but otherwise left me alone. There was about an hour and a half of class between recess and lunch. It seemed like the longest hour and a half in my life though. I would occasionally look over at Jonah and he would smile at me. I was so confused. I wasn't paying any attention to what our teacher was trying to teach us as I debated what to do. Should I show up and let him beat me up? If I didn't show up, would it just make him mad and he would beat me up even worse when he did catch me alone? Could I hide from him until I could get Ricky to protect me? When the bell rang for lunch, I waited until the rest of the class had left before I got up and went outside. Mom had packed me a lunch, one of the things grandpa insisted she do for us. It was kind of nice to have my own lunch and not have to go to the cafeteria to get a free school lunch anymore. I could see the clock through the window of the classroom and when it was time, I got up and went to the fifth grade boy's bathroom. Jonah was standing next to the door leaning against the wall. He smiled when he saw me. "I'm surprised you showed up. The other boys said you're a sissy and wouldn't show up," he said. I could see there were a few other boys hovering nearby, watching us. "Come here," he said. I walked over to him and stood in front of him. I couldn't help myself. There was just something about him that made me want to do what he said. I was drawn to him in the same way I was drawn to Ricky and grandpa. Looking back, I think it was his confidence and cockiness that brought out my submissive nature. He leaned in and whispered into my ear, "You going to tell me whose dick you sucked, or am I going to have to beat you up?" There was a large part of me that wanted to tell him. I could just tell him about Ricky. Ricky probably wouldn't get in too much trouble if someone found out we had fooled around. Or I could tell him about Mr. Jackson. Maybe the police here couldn't take me away for what I did in New York. I think I had heard something about that one TV once. But I was too scared to risk it. I took a deep breath and shook my head. "I promised not to tell," was all I said. He grabbed my arm again and led me away from the bathroom towards the fields. A couple of the boys started to follow, I guess they wanted to see me get beat up. Jonah turned around and told them to fuck off. He led me to the very back edge of the field, the part furthest from blacktop. There were not any other kids nearby. "Sit down, don't worry, I was never going to beat you up. I just wanted to make sure I could trust you. Sorry for scaring you," he said. Jonah sat down with his legs criss-crossed. He was wearing baggy shorts and when I sat down across from him, he adjusted one leg of his shorts so I could see all the way up it to his underwear. "I'm gay too," he said. I guess I was staring at him in shock with my mouth open because he laughed and said, "Man, you really do want my cock, you're sitting there with your mouth open begging for it." I blushed and looked down. "Really? You aren't just saying that as some kind of trick?" I asked warily. "Yep, I'm gay gay gay gay gay. I've even had butt sex. Have you ever fucked or been fucked by a boy?" Jonah asked, then after a pause, whispered, "or a man?" My head shot back up in surprise. Jonah was certainly causing that reaction in me a lot today. "No, neither, but I want to try it, you know getting fucked," I said, but then after my own pause I whispered, "by a man." We smiled at each other in understanding. "What's it like?" I asked. "It hurts at first, particularly if his dick is thick or long. If its both, it's worse, but after you get used to it, oh god it is awesome. Like the best thing ever," he said. Just talking about this with him was making me hard and I could see it was having the same effect on him. We both had to grab our dicks and reposition them. "UDP" he said. "What?" I asked as I gave him a confused look. He smiled his cocky little smile at me and said, "UDP, Uncomfortable Dick Position. It's when your dick gets hard and is trapped in a bad position in your underwear, and you need to move it so that its not tenting your shorts," he said, laughing a little as he explained it. It wasn't really that funny but I found myself laughing with him. "You're really cute Madison. Will you be my boyfriend?" he asked. Damn, he surprised me yet again and made me get that stupid shocked look on my face. "You want me to be your boyfriend? Why? Won't people know your gay though if your my boyfriend?" I babbled. "Well, because you're cute, smart, and funny. Plus unlike some other, uh, boys, that I play with, you won't get in trouble for being my boyfriend, that is like a huge plus in my book. I don't give a shit if the losers at this school know I'm gay. I've just never told anyone here because there hasn't been a boy like you here before," he said. God how I envied his confidence. I'm sure I was still blushing and I had trouble making eye contact with him, but I steeled myself and looked him directly in the eyes and answered, "Um, okay I guess." Damn, I felt like such a dufus. He smiled, "hmm. well maybe you're just cute and funny," he said laughing. "Hey!" I protested, realizing he just implied I wasn't smart. "Kidding," he said then he sprung forward and jumped on top of me, pushing me backwards onto the ground. We rolled around in the grass as he tried to tickle me and kiss me at the same time. Our hard dicks were rubbing against each other as we wrestled. I don't know how long we were rolling around before we were suddenly interrupted by Ms. Hooper's voice yelling at us to stop fighting and to get off of each other. Jonah got off of me and stood up. "We weren't fighting Ms. Hooper, we were just playing around," he said. "Yeah," I said in agreement as I got up off the grass. "We'll see about that," she said, "Both of you come with me to the principal's office, now." Jonah must have been able to tell how worried I was about getting sent to the principal's office twice in one week, because he winked at me and gave me a look that let me know he wasn't worried. He started to say something but Ms. Hooper spun around and hissed, "No talking!" at him. When she turned back around he rolled his eyes then made a silly face at her. When we got to the office, Ms. Hopper had me wait outside while she took Jonah into Mr. Watkins office. After about ten minutes she brought him out and had him sit down in one of the chairs. Then she told me to come into the office. Jonah smiled and winked at me again, then gave me the thumbs up sign. I was confused, why was he so confident that we weren't in trouble? I walked into the office and sat down in the same chair where I had sat in just two days ago. "My my Madison, you're first day back from suspension and you got into a fight. I hope you are not planning on making a habit of this. Although I gather this time it wasn't your fault. I don't expect you wanted to get into a fight with Jonah," said Mr. Watkins. "We weren't fighting," I said interrupting him. "Don't worry Madison. You aren't in any trouble. One of the boys that went and got Ms. Hooper to report that you two were fighting said he heard Jonah threaten to beat you up for drawing that filthy picture of him. If you just tell us the truth that Jonah attacked you, you won't be held responsible for his misbehavior," explained Mr. Watkins. "That's not what happened. He asked me if I was making fun of his, uh, you know, and I told him I wasn't. We went out onto the field to talk and then started horsing around, we weren't fighting," I said, leaving out a lot of the details. "Madison, you don't need to lie to protect him. If you tell me that he threatened to beat you up and then attacked you out on the field, I can have him expelled. He won't be able to hurt you, you don't need to protect him. You won't get in trouble for telling me he attacked you. In fact for cooperating with me, I'll have your suspension erased from your permanent record," offered the principal. "He didn't attack me. You can't kick him out of school, please sir. He didn't do anything wrong," I protested. I was on the verge of crying. "Why are you protecting him Madison? Why don't you want him expelled?" asked the principal. "Because he's my boyfriend," I whispered as I lost the battle to keep from crying. I wasn't able to look at Mr. Watkins or Ms. Hooper because I was so ashamed that I had started crying. Jonah didn't start crying when he was in here. Everyone was right about me, I was such a sissy. I heard Mr. Watkins get up and open the door to his office. "You boys can go. Stay off the back part of the fields and no kissing," he said in a disgusted tone of voice. I got up quickly and fled his office. Jonah had a smug smile on his face but it changed to an expression of concern when he saw me. "You okay boyfriend?" he asked me. I nodded my head and he took my hand and led me towards the door. "Oh and Jonah, I will be telling your mother about this," said Mr. Watkins as we left the main office. "Yes sir, you do that, sir," said Jonah, his words were respectful but the tone was mocking and let us all know that he did not fear the implied threat. When we got outside the office he started filling me in why he knew we wouldn't get in trouble. "My mother is a teacher at the high school. She's know for a while now that I'm gay, so I don't care if he tells her. Also last year Mr. Watkins tried to suspend me over some lame bullshit that he heard but couldn't prove, so my mother filed a complaint with the school board and won an appeal of his decision. So he knows that he can't suspend or expel me unless he can prove I actually did something wrong because my mom will say he is trying to retaliate against me for her complaints to the school board. When he talked with me he was sure he had something on me. He tried to set it up like I attacked you for making that drawing of me, but I threw him for a loop when I said that I liked the drawing and that we were now boyfriends because of it. I figured you wouldn't tell him what we really talked about in the bathroom and that you would tell the truth about us not fighting. But I didn't expect you would also tell him we were boyfriends," he said. "Uh, well, he already knows I'm gay and you said you didn't care if anyone knows. But it did just kind of slipped out, I didn't mean to say it," I said. "Well do you still want to be my boyfriend?" Jonah asked. I looked at him and lost myself in his cute eyes. I so wanted to wrestle around with him again, only this time naked. "Yeah, I do," I answered. The bell signaling the end of lunch rang. Jonah gave me a serious look, "Okay, we need to get back to class, but if we are going to be boyfriends, we need to trust each other, so you need to tell me whose dick it was you sucked. I will give you until Monday to decide," he said. Then he leaned in and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. Fuck. What was I going to do? I wanted Jonah to be my boyfriend but I couldn't tell him about my family could I?