Date: Mon, 25 Jun 2001 22:54:23 +0200
From: satoriboy2000@yahoo.com
Subjects: Secrets Uncovered - Chapter 16

	Warning: The following story has homosexual content. If you are
offended or made uncomfortable by material concerning sexual relations
between consenting young men, then don't read. If it is in any way illegal
for you to be reading this, then don't. Otherwise please continue reading.


	"Christ, Jason," my father said. "What the hell are you screaming
like that for?"

The light lit his face in an almost demonic way. His high cheek bones,
which I also inhereted, were about the only things that I could properly
make out. His eyes and mouth sank away in the light. He walked over to the
light and illuminated the whole house with a few switches.

I looked at him.

	"Why didn't you answer me when I called?" I asked.
	"I never heard you. I was in the bathroom."
	"Okay," I said, bluntly.
	"Okay," he repeated. We stood there in silence, not able to make
eye-contact. As much as I wanted to be all fine with him catching me, I
felt mixed feelings of guilt and anxiety.

	"So," I said.
	"So," he repeated after me, again.
	"Where's mom?" I asked.
	"Out for dinner."
	"Oh," I sighed. The tension in the air felt like it was clawing my
lungs, making it hard for me to breathe. And then, out of the silence, we
both began at once:

	"Dad, I - "
	"Jase, I - "

I forced a smile.
	"You go," he said. I nodded in acceptance.
	"Dad, I'm really sorry that you had to find out that way - by
catching us together. What I need you to understand is that this is who I
am - nothing that you say or do can change me. I'm really sorry if I've
disappointed you but - "
	"Stop, Jase. You think I haven't known all along?"
	"What?" I asked. He chuckled.
	"I've known for a long time, Jase. Probably before you even knew."
	"But how? I was so careful!"
	"You haven't had a girlfriend since 6th grade, Jase. And
then... this Ricky boy arrives in your life and over a period of three
weeks at camp - you suddenly become so close."

I guess he was right. Ricky and I practically spend every waking moment
with eachother - I suppose it is pretty obvious.

	"Your old man isn't that stupid," he said, smiling. I didn't know
what to say. I seemed to have worked out a whole speech on the way home in
the car - but after what he'd just said, everything that I was going to say
seemed irrelevant.

	"So what does this mean, Dad?"
	"What does what mean?"
	"This," I emphasised. "Me and Ricky. Your only son being gay."
	"It's hard for me, Jase. You have to understand that this sort of
thing didn't exist when I was your age. It was the same for all boys - as
soon as you finished school, you found yourself a nice wife who would
settle down with you, and cook and clean for you while you went to work."
	"American Dream, huh."

I thought about him and my mother entered my mind, but I didn't bring it
up.

	"Exactly," he said. He kept quiet for a while. "I know, earlier, I
said some things that... really I didn't mean to say. I was thinking about
what I'd said, and started hating myself for saying them. I didn't mean
them, boy. I'm so, so sorry."

	"So I go back to my original question. What does all this mean,
Dad?" I asked him. He took a deep breath.
	"It means you're my son. And I love you. And I'll always be here
for you."

That last sentence is one that will stay in my mind forever. What followed
was something very rare for my father to do; he embraced me tightly and
kissed me on my cheek. I couldn't help allowing a tear to fall off my
cheek, and I think he did too.

My father was human. Who knew?

	"Dad?" I asked.
	"Yeah, Jase?"
	"Does Mom know?"  He looked at me, raising an eyebrow.
	"What do you think?"  I shrugged.
	"Womens' intuition," I remarked.
	"Now what would you know about women, Jase?" he asked, grinning
with absolute pride at his hysterical joke. I just smiled. He walked up to
me again, placing his hand on my shoulder.

	"Go back to Ricky's. I'm sure he's worried about you. I know how he
feels about you."

So between Ricky's place and back home, my father knew about my personal
life, my sexuality, and my boyfriend's emotions? Okay - reality check.

	"Okay," I said, hesitantly. I walked the few feet to the entrance
hall table and grabbed my keys. I loved the sound that they made as they
scraped against the table and jingled when they hit into eachother.

I opened the front door, and I could feel his eyes on me. I turned around.

	"I love you," I said.
	"I love you too, Jase."

I smiled and walked outside. I pressed the button on my key and my Golf
acknowledged my presence by unlocking it's doors and flashing it's lights
at me. I ran my hand over the silver hood as I walked toward the
driver-side door.

	"Hey baby," I said to the car. "Sorry to leave you out in the cold
like that."

I smiled at my own stupidity and quickly questioned my sanity. I was happy,
okay?

I opened the door and slid onto the leather seats. Even though it was a
couple of months old, it still had that new-car smell; a mixture of leather
and cleaning fluid. I loved it. I closed the door and turned the key in the
ignition. Without even thinking, my hand went to the radio, and I switched
it to the CD function. As usual, Creed came blasting out. I turned the
radio down a bit - but I knew I'd turn it up as soon as I was actually
driving. It's a definite guy thing - you can't listen to good music softly.

I switched on the heater and the lights, put her into first, and pulled out
of my driveway. As I glanced in my rear-view mirror, I saw my father
standing in the hall, looking out of the window, hands in his pockets. I
had come to know that that was a sign my father was happy or content with
something.

I arrived at Ricky's place the usual 10 minutes later. I saw his head peep
behind the curtain to see who had pulled into his driveway so late. He
recognised me and jumped off the couch to come meet me outside.

	"What happened, baby?" he asked immediately.
	"Well," I said simply, "They both know. And they've both known for
a long time."

I leaned against my car, swinging the keys around my index finger.

	"That's great, though," he said. "Isn't it..?"
	"I suppose," I said. "But still..."
	"What? Don't you want them to know?"
	"It's just that I've always thought that if they knew about me, and
then about you, everything would be totally fine. I could be all relaxed
around them when you would be around and all that kinda shit. But if I
think about it - I wouldn't be able to kiss you in front of them."

	"You expected that?" he asked, surprised.
	"Well, not expected. Just, y'know. Thought about it."  He tipped my
head up with his index finger. I hadn't realised I had been avoiding
eye-contact with him.
	"Jase, what you need to understand is that what we are, and what we
are doing is something that is very hard for people - especially our
parents - to accept. You can't just drop this whole bomb on them and then
expect all these things from them. As I said earlier, you have to give it
time."

I sighed, and broke eye-contact with him. Again.

	"I know... it's just..." I trailed off.
	"Look at me, Jase."  I resumed contact.
	"You know how much I love you, right?" he asked.  I smiled.
	"And you know that I am here for you. You've gotten through the
hardest stage - now it's just a matter of time before they come to terms
with it completely. You said that they'd known for a long time. Now that
it's official - I mean, now that they both know that it's a reality, it's
gonna take a while before they actually accept it. But don't worry. They
will."

He slid his hand around the back of my neck. The outside light lit his face
in this angelic way that melted my heart. He had such wisdom and such
insight. Maybe it was just talk from experience. Either way, I didn't
know. But I knew that whenever I talked to him about it, he always knew how
to make me feel better.

We walked up to his room, and he closed and locked the door as we
entered. I flopped down on his bed as he took off his shirt and came to lie
next to me.

	"On a lighter note, though," he said, leaning in and whispering in
my ear, "We haven't touched eachother this whole weekend."

He slid his hand under my shirt and spread his fingers over my stomach
muscles.

	"Aaaaah!" I squealed. "Do you know how cold your hands are?!"
	"This cold," he said, and shoved both his hands down my pants and
around my dick. I let out another squeal and threw his hands out my
pants. He just laughed, extremely proud of his actions.

Suddenly, he jumped on top of me, pinning me down on his bed. His tanned,
tight chest muscles brushed against me. His mouth went to the side of my
neck, gently sucking and licking and kissing it, all at once. That was one
of the things that gave me incredible pleasure, and he knew it, and he
exploited it.

I slid my hands up his sides and around his back. I breathed in deeply,
taking in his scent. Even when he wasn't wearing aftershave, he still had
this distinct smell about him that I loved.

I slid my hands down his back, feeling the top of his rock hard bubble butt
that I so loved. My thumbs hooked in the corner of his baggy cargo pants,
and I slid them down his legs in one quick motion. My hands held onto each
cheek of his gorgeous ass, squeezing and stroking them rythmically.

	"God, what is up with you and my ass?" he asked, laughing.
	"It's just so nice," I said simply. "I love it!"
	"How much do you love it?" he asked. He had such a naughty smile on
his face that I knew exactly what he was thinking.

	"This much," I said, flipping him over and taking my shirt and
shoes off.  I flipped him over onto his stomach and spread his legs. My
hands explored his smooth upper legs and, as always, his butt.

I leaned in closer, taking in the sweet smell of his ass. I kissed his
anus, and spread my hands up his back. I began licking his ass, flicking my
tongue over his hole and squeezing his butt with one hand. His loud moans
of pleasure made my erection grow even more, and with my one free hand I
slipped off the remainder of my clothes.

	"Fuck that's great, Jase," he whispered hoarsely. I loved the way
he spoke when we made love - his voice became so sexy.

After a good 15 minutes of non-stop rimming, I broke away from his
beautiful tush, and reached over to his bedside table to grab some lube. I
squeezed some onto my finger, and a little around his hole. I gingerly
massaged it and spread it evenly over his hole and over my now throbbing
cock.

I lay down on top of Ricky, and kissed him from behind. With one hand I
slid the head of my cock into his ass, with the other, I held onto his
shoulder. Slowly I slid the rest of my 7 inches into his tight butt, and
began thrusting with regularly increasing speeds.

With every thrust, I came closer to orgasm. I could feel myself approaching
the climax, so I pulled out of Ricky before it was too late, and flipped
him over onto his back. I leaned in and gave him a long, hard kiss. He
returned, and our tongues explored eachother's mouths.

I lifted his legs up and let them rest over my shoulders. I squeezed some
lube into my right hand, but this time it would be to go around Ricky's
cock. I slid my dick back inside him, and started jerking him off again. I
had done it to him before, and he had done it to me before, and I knew how
unbelievable it felt.

It only took about 10 minutes of this position before Ricky started moaning
intensely. His moaning got even louder, and he shot three huge wads of come
up his stomach and over his chest. I had never seen him come like that
before; he was breathing so heavily, his eyes closed, and covered in
come. I closed my eyes, gave three final thrusts and blew my load inside
him. I slowed my thrusting down to a stop, and slowly slid out of him. I
rubbed my semi-hard cock against his ripped stomach as we kissed in the
afterglow. We both fell asleep, holding eachother naked.

About an hour later, I woke up. I looked at the digital clock on Ricky's
table. 12:06am. Fuck. I looked at the beautiful boy lying naked next to
me. The dim street lights coming through the window lit his face and body
in this amazing way that made him look even more beautiful. His hair had
fallen accross his face and his mouth opened only slightly every time he
breathed out. I looked at his chest, and at his stomach, and I could
actually see the muscle fibres on his taught upper body. His ribs showed
through slightly when he breathed in.

	"Baby," I whispered.
	"Mmmm..."
	"I think I'd better get home."
	"Hmmmm...?"  I smiled.
	"I think I should go home."  He sat up and blinked his eyes a
couple of times until he got me into focus.
	"Go home?" he repeated.
	"Yeah," I said. "We've got school tomorrow."  He took a deep breath
in and sat up in bed.
	"Okay," he said.  I slid my legs over the side of his bed, and
slipped on my boxers and jeans, my socks, shoes, shirt and jersey. I think
Ricky was still half-asleep, because he got up and started walking toward
the door without putting on a single piece of clothing. His cock swayed
from side to side amongst his thin pubic hair as he walked.

	"Forgetting something?" I asked.
	"Huh? Oh," he said, looking down on himself and fondling his dick.
	"I don't care. Everyone's asleep."

He unlocked the door, and walked out. I think he was walking around naked,
showing me his award winning ass so that it would make me stay. But it
didn't work. As much as it pained me, I had to go home and sleep so I could
get to school the next day.

He walked down the stairs to the front door, and switched the hall light
on. He grabbed the keys off the hall table and unlocked the door.

	"Bye baby," he said.
	"See you tomorrow," I replied. I leaned in and gave him a sweet
goodbye kiss; him standing in the middle of his house butt-naked, and me
standing there, fully clothed. As soon as we broke the kiss, I gave him a
playful squeeze on his butt, smiled, and left.

I arrived home at about 12:30am. My dad was sitting in the den, waiting for
me.

	"Jase, you know you've got school tomorrow?" he asked.
	"I know. That's why I never slept at Ricky's."
	"Oh," he said. "Okay. Well, sleep well. Love you," he said.
	"Love you too, dad," I replied, walking up the stairs as I took off
my clothes.

I brushed my teeth, and crawled into bed. It wasn't long before I fell
asleep. Just as I was about to doze off, my cell phone beeped. It was an
SMS from Ricky. It said simply:

	"I love you, Jase."

And I replied, simply:

	"I love you too."


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