by 70s Child

The following story is totally fictional. It is about how a person develops into what he is. The characters are fictional and any relation between the characters and actual people is purely coincidental. If you are under the age of 18, it is illegal to possess adult stories, or if you are put off by gay sex, then just leave. If you are totally homophobic, I have two words for you - ***SUCK IT***.

I have other stories on Nifty:

Air Force Fun (Military) - completed

A Brady Bunch (Celebrity) - completed

Brother v. Brother (Historical, Incest, Interracial)

Geostrobe (Celebrity, Science Fiction)

Good Things Come In Small Packages (Young Friends)

Night of the Strippers (Beginnings)

FROM CHAPTER 4: Why did Dad cheat? Why was John so upset this afternoon?

"Okay son." Dad said. "We'll be home PDQ. And we need to talk tomorrow, okay?"


"Billy we need to talk." he said. "John told me about the conversation between your teacher and yourself."

"I know what happened Dad." I said. "I just don't understand why. Why did you cheat on Mom?"

"Billy, it was something foolish I did." Dad replied. "I will say that I love your mother very much and I would do anything for you boys. I will say that Mr. Whittington is a wonderful man and he was a wonderful lover, but all of you are too important to me. Your mother did find out I was cheating, but she doesn't know with whom."

"Don't worry Dad, I won't tell." I said, as I thought he needed my reassurance. "But are you gay?"

"No, I'm bisexual." Dad said. "I do love sex with women, especially your mother, but sex with a man is something else. Only a man knows what makes a man feel good."

"I know Dad." I said. "But what if you love one person, but fall in love with another?"

"Who do you love son?" he asked. "I know John, but who is the other?"

"Mark." I said softly, almost silently. "I don't know what to do."

"Follow your heart." Dad replied. "I did that with your mother and you three."

We sat there for a while just thinking of what transpired between us. I realized that I needed to find out why John was sad the day before. Dad anticipated the question by phoning John to come over. He then called the school to notify them that I would be late that morning. We sat and said nothing until there was a knock at the door. My dad got up and answered it. I heard John's voice and both men came into the kitchen. I say John was upset about something.

"Billy, I have to tell you why I was upset yesterday." he said. "I have a son and you remind me of him."

"What!?" I exclaimed.


John explained that when he was 14, he met a girl in high school. Though he knew he was gay, he also knew he had to pretend to be straight. The girl, Veronica, was a neighbor, but did not know that John was gay. Veronica was a petite girl, blonde hair and green eyes. She was white, but she loved boys of color, whether they were black, oriental, or Latino. Her parents were not happy about that, but she was their only child. They would go to the movies, school dances, or sporting events. John was a good football player and enjoyed weight-lifting.

Veronica was a girl who thought there was something strange about John. He would never kiss her, with the occasional peck on the cheek, was nervous holding her hand, and never tried to get her into bed. Veronica's first boyfriend always tried to get in her panties. She finally relented and seemed to become an overnight sex maniac. She always made sure her boyfriend wore a condom so she never got pregnant. Veronica heard about John's extraordinary manhood and hoped to feel the pleasure of it up her honey pot. John had a 10" thick piece of meat which he was proud of and loved the feeling of exploding his load all over his hard teen body.

One day, when her parents were out, Veronica invited John over on the pretense of doing homework. As John arrived, they sat on her bed and Veronica gave John a soda. What he did not know was that she slipped a sedative in his drink. After a little while, John passed out on the bed. Veronica lowered his pants and was greeted by the large monster. She sucked on the rod until it expanded in her mouth. She tried to put on a condom, but it would not fit. Veronica decided to ride his cock without protection. She felt the fullness of his dick in her and she actually had multiple orgasms until John's seed erupted deep into her womb. John began to awaken from his drug-induced sleep. He dreamt that the boy next door was riding his long black rod. As he woke up, he say Veronica's perky 14-year-old breasts bouncing as she felt drained from the orgasms. When John realized what happened he twisted his body and Veronica slid off his rod and hit the floor.

"What the fuck?" he exclaimed.

"Exactly." she responded. "What a fuck! You're gonna keep the women happy."

John gathered his pants up and left in a daze. He cried as he went home. How could he tell anyone that he was raped by a girl who drugged him. As he arrived home his mother was in the kitchen making dinner. She asked how the studying went and John replied a quick okay. As he went back to school he tried to avoid contact with Veronica. After a few days, she told him she found a new boyfriend and did not want to see him. As the days turned to weeks, then to months, John was content with going to school, playing football, and lifting weights.

Two months after breaking up with Veronica, he found her crying on a bench just outside of school. Though he was still upset with her, he felt a kinship with her - somehow.

"Veronica, what's the matter?" he asked.

"Nothing." she replied. "Leave me alone."

"I'm just trying to help." he told her, as he got up to leave.

"No. Wait." she said tearfully. "I have to tell you something."

John sat down and Veronica told him she was pregnant. John grabbed her hand and held it while she cried. The next bit of news threw John for a loop. Veronica told him he was the father. John let her hand go and his head began to spin. He knew it could happen one time, but he could not believe it.

"Are you sure?" he asked. "You have been with several guys."

"I know you're the one." she spat back in anger. "You're the only one who I had unprotected sex with."

"Why didn't you put a condom on me?" John asked. "Obviously I couldn't do it myself."

"You're so big and a regular condom won't go on you." Veronica replied.

"Are you sure you're pregnant?" he queried.

"I have all the symptoms." he responded. "I haven't had my period, I've been throwing up, and I'm always tired."

"Have you seen the doctor?" John questioned.

"I'm going to the clinic this afternoon." Veronica told him. "This way our family doctor won't know. John, I'm so scared."

"I'll go with you." he said.

After school they went to the free clinic. It was a small building with little staff and lots of people waiting. Veronica signed in and the two sat down as they waited for the nurse to call her. The sight of a white girl and black boy did turn some heads, but the two ignored them. They quietly talked to each other.

"I have to know." John said. "Why did you do this?"

"I heard about your big dick." Veronica said. "I knew I had to have it. Besides you were always so shy about even kissing me, you fucking me willingly was out of the question."

"There was a reason for that you know." he said. "I'm gay."

"I know." she replied. "I figured that because most straight boys want to jump into bed with a girl if she's willing."

"Veronica, I'm still you're friend." John told her. "I will be here if you are pregnant."

"John, I'm sorry I used you." she said as she kissed him lightly on the cheek.

After an hour passed a nurse called them to the back. She took Veronica's temperature and blood pressure, asked her a couple of questions, then handed her a urine specimen cup. Veronica provided the needed liquid and the two teens waited in the examination room. The doctor came in and looked at the two sitting in the room. He thought they were an odd couple, but he sad down and gave them the news. Veronica was pregnant and would need to follow a prenatal plan, which he gave her. Veronica began to cry on John's shoulder for almost an hour. As they left, they decided to go to Veronica's house to tell her parents.

Veronica thought her parents were liberals, giving to various charities to help the underprivileged and went to parties to mingle with the right crowd. Her father was a stock broker and her mother was a socialite who married for status and money and Veronica's father made it. Veronica got her features from her mother, was basically ignored by her parents, and raised by nannies and governesses. As the teens sat in the formal living room, Veronica explained her plight to the people she thought would be open-minded, but the results were totally disastrous.

"Get the fuck out of my house you whore." her father said. "And take your nigger boyfriend with you."

Veronica's mother sat in her chair with a stunned look on her face. Veronica's father started to come at them, but John stood in front of Veronica and waited. The man stopped in his tracks, but glared at the tall, muscular teen.

"I'm going to have you arrested, nigger boy." he said. "You're gong to jail tonight for raping my daughter."

"It's going to be hard Father." Veronica said with venom in her voice. "Since I was the one who raped him."

Her father dropped in the nearest seat and they heard the entire story of the afternoon of Veronica's plan. She explained how she used one of her mother's tranquilizers to drug John and explicated in explicit detail how she had sex with an unconscious male. Her parents realized that this would scandalize their good name. John decided to speak up.

"What you need to do is support your daughter." he said. "And make sure this child is with its mother. No adoption. Or I'll guarantee that this full story will be spread all over town before day's end."

Her parents, totally defeated, agreed to the terms. John promised that he would do his best to support his child, but also said he would not quit school to do it. He left the house with Veronica to tell his parents. He expected the worse, since his parents were very moral and pre-marital sex was a big taboo in his house, but was surprised at his parents' support. They did tell John that he would help support the child, but they would help as much as they could. As the months went on, Veronica was removed from school and tutored at home. John did get a part-time job and put the money in the bank. Summer came and went, with school starting and John could not play while he was working. I

n October, the baby arrived, a strapping boy that weighed in at 9 pounds 7 ounces. John was at the hospital when he was born and held his son. His heart melted and he cried at the sight of his son. They decided to name him Michael David and he should have been a happy child. His first three years, he was raised by both families. Michael was somewhat light skinned with adobe-colored hair. John and Veronica tried to make him happy, but his maternal grandparents were extremely cruel to Michael. They very rarely spoke to him, except to make snide remarks. Anytime they had a dinner party, he was sent to John's parents for the night. John's parents treated their first grandson with love, but could not shield him from the realities of the world. There were times he was called names, not only by white kids, but by black kids also. Michael would come home crying, but Veronica's parents did not help matters. John's brothers did love their nephew, but sometimes they would say something stupid. Their mother would correct their attitude and made them apologize.

John and Veronica finally graduated and John had made the decision to join the Marines. His plan would allow his son protection and benefits. In August of that year, John boarded a bus to Parris Island, SC for boot camp. He also made sure all allotments were to go to his parents so they could make sure Michael would get the things he needed. Veronica went to college and got into drugs while at school. There were several times that Child Protection Services would remove Michael from her care and put him in the custody of her parents. During her junior year, Veronica's parents notified the state they would not be responsible for their grandson. John's parents did assume custodial role a few times until John's dad suffered a debilitating stroke. The state finally put Michael in foster care. John would visit when he could, but that was limited. The big marine was assigned to three bases since leaving Parris Island.


My dad and I sat there in astonishment as we listened to the story. I knew I was crying and tears fell from John's eyes. I turned and Dad was weeping openly because I knew how much he loved us. I finally decided to find out why John was so upset.

"So how is Michael doing these days?" I asked, trying to be nonchalant, but failing.

"Veronica's dying." he replied. "Now I have a decision to make."

John explained he received several calls within a few days from home. Veronica explained that she was dying from AIDS and wanted Michael to come live with him. Four other calls followed from his parents, her parents, Child Protection Services, and Michael himself. John's parents told John he needed to take the boy, while Veronica's parents ordered him to take Michael. CPS said they could find a permanent foster home. Michael said he wanted to come live with his father. John said he did not know what to do. Dad finally said something.

"John, let Michael stay with us." he said. At least until you can finalize things."

John nodded and I looked at the both of them. Since I had this feeling that my privacy would be interrupted I had to speak up.

"Just so I know." I said. "Where will he be sleeping?"

"With you." Dad said.

I knew better than to argue with Dad. I figured I should make the best of the situation. John and Dad were talking as I took my book bag to go to school. Dad saw me as I turned to leave.

"Billy, wait and I'll take you to school." he said. "Besides you haven't said anything about Michael coming here."

"Dad, all I know is that John's in trouble." I responded. "At least this way I won't do something stupid to help."

Both men laughed at the remark. John got up and hugged me tightly. My dad, in an unprecedented move, also hugged me and kissed me on the cheek.

"I don't know how lucky I got." Dad said. "Three boys and all generous. John, I hope that Michael is as fine a boy as this one here."

"He is, but he's had some tough breaks." John said.

"Well here he's family." Dad replied. "And no matter what, he will be loved."

"So when is he gonna be here?" I asked.

John looked perplexed. He did not think about when Michael was going to come to the base. He realized that he would need to get Michael soon. As John began to worry further, my dad finally spoke up.

"John, we'll leave this weekend." he said. "You get your son and Billy will have the room ready for him."

John nodded in relief. We finally left the house and Dad dropped me off at school, just in time for third period. My mind wondered what Michael would be like. I knew pre-teens tend to be sullen, because I got that way also. I hoped that he would be someone who was open-minded in terms of my sexuality. Mark saw me in the hallway between classes, but I was still in a daze. He came up and flicked my ear.

"What the f..." I said when I realized it was Mark.

"About time you realized where you are." he said laughing at me.

"Sorry, I have a lot on my mind." I told him.

"We still on for Friday?" Mark asked.

"Yeah." I said. "You're coming over after school. Just bring a change of clothes."

"I'll see ya later." he said.

"Mark, meet me after school." I said. "We need to talk."

"Sure." he said.


NOTE: Well folks, I know it has been a while, but working on several stories and going on vacation does not help. But I hope that you enjoy the story as it is progressing. Remember if you find something that you would like to see in the story or if there is something wrong, please e-mail me at I always love to hear from the readers. Please do put which story you are writing about since there is five stories I am working on. Please tell me where you are from so the fellow readers see how far and wide you are in this world.


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