Date: Tue, 01 Nov 2005 22:26:09 +0000 From: Steve Thomas Subject: Jamey is Gay, ch. 26 This is a work of pure fiction, but based on the author's feelings, beliefs, and in some cases, experience. Come to think of it -- it might not be very pure either! There may be graphic sexual encounters at times between men, so if this offends you, you are invited to retreat. If you are too young or it is otherwise illegal for you to be reading this kind if story, shame on you for reading it - - please stop here. If not, - - ENJOY! Cast of Characters: James Thomas Arthur (Jamey) Harold Brian Arthur -- Jamey's Brother (Habby) Harold Garfield Arthur -- Jamey's dad William Pitts -- Roommate (Will) Ronny -- Will's best friend. George Wiggins Darrel -- George's roommate Dr. Steve Arlan Jordan -- Doctor Grant (Buddy) Windward -- Waiter at Holdren's John -- Neighbor across the hall. Jerry -- John's roomie Seth -- Ronny's cousin Luke -- Seth's partner Robert Rexburg -- High school friend Yolanda -- Robert's wife. Joey -- Flight Attendant From Chapter 25 "I forgot to tell you -- we're expected at the Smith's for breakfast in 45 minutes." He pulled me over on top of him and said, "Well, we'll just have to be fashionably late, huh?" "We can't. Seth says Etta will get even if we are -- if not with us -- with him." "But sweetheart, you didn't get off at all last night." "What would make you think that?" I asked. "Oh! Did you and I didn't know it?" "I got off more emotionally that I ever have in my life, Steve. Let's get ready." Chapter 26 We got to the Smith's in plenty of time. When we walked in the back door, Etta seemed to ogle Steve as he walked by. When we got to the dining room table, Steve whispered, "What was that about?" "Etta likes your boy!" said Carrie, poking her head deeply between Steve and me. "I'm Carrie! And you must be the celebrated doctor." "Celebrated?" Steve said. "In some circles -- THESE circles!" Said Carrie. "Meet Carrie!" Said another, very tall and beautiful girl. "My special girl! No one ever taught her when to keep quiet." "God knows we tried!" Said Mr. Smith. You must be Dr. Jordan." "I guess my reputation precedes me!" Said Steve, looking bemused. "Seth told us that our Jamey would be bringing a guest this morning." "Our Jamey?" I thought. I hardly know them, but it WAS Mr. Smith that invited me back any time. "By the way, I guess happy birthday is in order. Said Mrs. Smith. "Thanks you Mrs. Smi - " "Now don't you remember when you were here before? It's either Linda or Aunt Lindy." "And I'm Uncle Jake -- or just Jake is fine. By the way, Doctor, we have a son about your age -- Jake Junior." "And - - you can call me Steve, then. It's nice to meet you all. I've heard a lot about -- some of you." "De brekfuss will be served from de buffet dis mornin'" Announced Etta. "Speaking of reputations going before!" Steve said after she disappeared back into the kitchen. "I think Steve will fit in just fine around here!" Said Uncle Jake. I remembered from last time that it's better to call him that, because it gets too confusing when his son is around. From the kitchen came this: "An' I hear ebbyting dat goes on in de dining room." Steve looked like he wanted crawl under the table. As we were finished and heading out the door, Seth and Luke went to get the Escalade warmed up for us, and Steve was standing talking to Uncle Jake, I was alone for a moment -- waiting for Steve "Dis one be betta fo you den dat udder -- dat passed on. You need him much as he need you. Dats a good sign." Etta said to me. I told Seth what she said. "That is a good sign -- that Etta approves!" He said. Steve was a little disappointed when we announced the seating arrangement. He was riding shotgun while I was to ride in the back seat with Seth. Luke was driving. We waited until the small talk subsided, and Luke actually involved Steve with some front seat talk. I think Seth put him up to it, so he could talk with me. "So what was it that you wanted to talk about today, Jamey?" Seth asked, taking my hand in his, as we sat close in the back seat of the big Caddy. Holding my hand put me at ease a lot. It said to me that this isn't a formal counseling session, but rather a talk between two loving friends. "I like pain." I said simply. "Yeah, you've told me that before." "Is that sick?" I asked. "Hmm. I dunno -- what do you see as normal?" He countered with. "I thought this wasn't a formal session." I said. "Huh?" "You're answering my questions with a question. Isn't that what therapists do?" Seth smiled broadly. "Jamey -- This ISN'T formal -- that's true." He squeezed my hand. "If it were, I would not be sitting close to you or touching you. But so much of psychology is perception. If you don't see a particular issue -- or action -- as unusual or abnormal, and if it doesn't hurt anyone -- including yourself -- then I would not say it's sick. However -- if it IS hurting you, then we need to discuss it more I suppose." "I don't think it's hurting me. So does that mean we're finished?" I said, not a little disappointed. "Oh no. I want you to be satisfied -- or feel better about it -- if you can. Tell me a little a little more detail." Seth had a way of looking at me -- or into my eyes that gave me complete trust in his integrity. "Well, the thing that is most concerning to me -- and it feels weird talking about it -- even with you - " "Interesting you would say, `even with me'. Why would I NOT make you nervous?" "Good question. I dunno. I assume you have this affect on everyone." "Heh! Not really. Some of the people -- homeless or serious druggies -- well, let's say their level of trust with ANYONE they perceive as part of the establishment -- is pretty low. They don't trust their best friend sometimes." "Well, okay. Anyway -- Steve's not huge, but - " "I can see that. Are we talking about something other than his height and weight?" I blushed deeply. "His dick size. The guy that attacked me -- his was nothing less than gargantuan. 8" -- at least -- soft -- over 9" that he rammed down my throat." "And are you telling me you LIKED that pain? That HAD to hurt!" "No! Not at all. I mean yes it hurt and no, I didn't like it! But I wonder if I would have liked it if it was Steve. Anyway - - Steve is not huge like that -- but he's probably on the large side of normal. And maybe I -- I dunno -- but maybe the length of my rectum is short -- but regardless - " I felt like any moment blood would come popping through my face I was so embarrassed. He squeezed my hand again. "Jamey -- slow down a bit. And remember -- you are talking to a friend." "I know, I know. I feel weird even talking about it -- to you. But -- I like both -- but -- mostly, I like to -- please. If that means I am a bottom -- then maybe that's what I am. But believe me, if Steve got as much from being on the bottom as I do, I'd be up there on top -- well -- a lot more. It's just -- I love the power I feel -- being responsible for -- his -- orgasms." "So -- do you feel dominant -- or more the sub in your sexual life?" "I dunno. I guesss I'm a -- well, I seem to direct what's going on. But I don't care about that! I just want him to enjoy it the most possible -- so -- I tell him what to do." "So -- you're a dominant bottom!" "I never gave it a thought. Maybe you're right. But I have more experience than Steve. Maybe once he gets more experience and -- more confidence -- he'll want to call the shots. But as I said -- I don't care. Actually - - his major concern is that I am not hurt and that I am well satisfied." "Why is that a concern, Jay?" "I think he feels bad that I don't get off as often as he does. I really feel strange talking about this with you, Dad." "Jamey, I guess this is as good a time to tell you as any -- I guess I'm bisexual. But -- I just don't want to deal with another woman. I like sex with men." "Men, Dad? You like sex with `men'? You mean like multiple partners?" "No, son. I have had more than two, so I guess that WOULD be considered multiple, but -- I have only dated one at a time. I mean -- I don't go between them." "You mean like I was!" I said. "I'm not 20 years old, Jay. No, that's not for me. I married your mother when I was 23. And before I was 21, I did the same as you -- were -- doing. I dated a different girl each week for awhile, until I settled on two. It drove both of them crazy -- until I chose one -- your mother." "But you're not doing anything like that now, huh?" "Well, I've not dated any boy -- er guy more than three times." "Boy? How old are the guys you're -- um -- dating?" Now it was Dad's turn to blush. "The youngest was 19." My mouth dropped open. "But that was only one date. He was too -- immature and too -- aggressive. I have dated the same guy now for several weeks, and we are getting pretty close." "How old is he?" "25." "DAD!" "Jay -- he's 25, and I am 41. That's more difference than you and Steve, I know -- but only by a year." "I -- I guess. What's his name?" "I actually considered inviting him for tonight. But I wanted tonight to be about you and Habby. Jay, just accept whatever Steve wants to give to you. Whatever it is, the material things won't hold a candle to what you're giving him -- your youth. Who knows how long any relationship will really last. Some last a week. Some last a year. Some end over petty differences. Some end over major conflicts. Some - - end with when one dies. Jay, just cherish Steve as long as he is yours. And -- Oh! I said I have another gift for you." "Yes?" "Well, twenty-one is a pretty significant birthday. Maybe this has been watered down a bit by my admission to you -- and I did NOT want that to happen -- but anyway -- here." He handed me an envelope. I opened it. It had ten $100 bills in it. My mouth again dropped open -- for the umpteenth time tonight. "Dad!" I said, "How - " "I want you to spend it on whatever will make you happy, son. Hint: maybe you would like to pick out a ring or something nice for your guy -- when you go to get your ring sized." I threw my arms around Dad's neck and said, "Dad, you're amazing! I don't think I could take another surprise tonight." "I didn't mean to burden you with this one -- tonight." "Who's burdening who with what?" Steve said, surprising us. "You forgot to tell him!" Dad said to me, his eyes as wide as mine. "Tell him what?" I asked. "That you've hit your limit of surprises!" "My dad's in love with a 25 year old." "And - - - ?" Steve said, as if I had just told him that the walls are white. "And - - - He wanted to invite him tonight, but didn't want to shock me." "Oh. Wait -- him?" Steve said, looking harder at my dad. "DAD! You dog! When will we meet `him'?" "Well, I'm glad it doesn't bother you!" I said. "Well, it would be kind of hypocritical of me wouldn't it? No, that's okay -- he's your dad. It's expected." "The way you've been talking tonight, one would think he was YOUR dad." "Oh! That! Well, when the wine wears off, I may be embarrassed, but for now -- it seems right! Heehee!" And he hugged my dad. "Congratulations -- Hal!" And then he kissed Dad -- on the mouth. "I'm thinkin' you better get this `boy' to bed, Jay! I'll bring a large glass of orange juice to you both." "O.J.? What for?" I asked. Steve started laughing -- too hard. I didn't realize he was drinking so much wine. I felt it a little, but -- maybe he did it to accomplish what he wanted to do after dinner. "You father is a smart man, Jame! He knows that alcohol depletes vitamin C, and that hangovers are much less if you drink or take C before going to bed." "It also depletes sexual prowess." Dad said, laughing. "Hah! That means Jamey gets to be on top tonight!" Steve said. I turned several shades of red and purple. Dad roared. Habby, Seth, Luke, and Joey were already in bed -- I guess. I was happy no one else was there! I WAS on top -- and Steve laughed when I came. In the morning, Steve still woke up with a headache. I told him that he had too much to drink last night. "Aw, Jame, I haven't let my hair down and just had that much fun since -- well since high school. I really felt like a teenager again." "Do you remember everything you said?" "I assume so. Why was there something I shouldn't remember?" "You kept calling my dad, `Dad', for one thing. And the proposal-on-one-knee thing? That was -- um -- embarrassing." "I'm sorry Sweetheart! I didn't plan it that way. Now the alcohol IS to blame for that! Are you pissed?" "I guess not. Do you remember kissing my dad -- on the lips?" "I did not!" He denied. "Yes -- you did!" "Oh - - crap!" He said. "And this morning your dad is probably doing his home made waffles! And everyone will be there!" "Well, no one saw it but me -- and Dad." "Do you remember -- um -- how I said good night to you?" I asked. "OHHhh yeahhh! You climbed on top of me, and did something that made me laugh. What did you do?" "I kissed you." I said. "Let's get up." I decided that if Steve wants to "let his hair down" once in a while, it's okay. My feeling s were hurt, but I've given his plenty to worry about. I also decided that it was my goal to get Steve to let his hair down -- without the need of getting wasted. Notes: So -- what was that about? Well, I know -- for once -- but I ain't tellin'. But as usual, I know some of you want to guess. But I STILL ain't tellin'! LOL! Thanks and love, Steve (stevethomas535@hotmail.com)