Date: Thu, 30 Dec 2004 13:36:34 EST From: ImJeff0882@aol.com Subject: My Roommate Nick, Part 6 The following story contains graphic sexual scenes involving adult males. If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states you are not allowed to read this story by law. This story is mostly true; I am taking more liberties here, since the story is about Nick and me, rather than Bill and me. The actions of the people in this story are in no way intended to show approval of, or give sanction to, their actions. The names have been changed to protect the innocent. The author (Jeff Hunter) claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the web sites to which it has been posted, without the consent of the author. Positive comments are always welcome and you may e-mail them to ImJeff0882@aol.com My Roommate Nick, part 6 OR Christmas with Jeff and Nick. WOW, My mother call. I don't cry often but damn, she had me going. It all turned out okay, but it was one of those calls that remind you that you can really fuck up and hurt the people you love. Here goes. I won't be able to recreate this call, but I will do the best I can. I should say that we are of Italian decent and we live it. My Mom comes from a large family and she is the youngest. Her brother, who is 18 months older than she is, Robert, is gay and has a partner. Her oldest brother, Anthony, turned against Robert when he came out and, my mother believes, turned her father against Robert. My mother was like a tiger protecting her cubs, (my father's words), when the trouble started. She's never forgiven Anthony, although Robert has. She's forgiven my grandfather who now accepts Robert and Steve. My mother can be in the same room with Anthony and talks to his wife and loves his children, but my mother still can't bring herself to talk to Anthony who won't talk to her until she talks to him (it's that Italian respect thing). I've grown up knowing that my Uncle is gay, he's my godfather. He and Steve have been together for as long as I can remember; Steve is great and very funny. Okay, I know you'll all understand that even with all that, having THE conversation with your MOM, is not something you think will be easy. Having a gay brother is one thing, having a son who has a boyfriend and therefore who is gay is a very different thing. Especially, since I am her only child. I think I'm going to have to give this part, chapter names. Chapter one: Jeff's screw up #1 My phone rang. Caller ID said it was my parents. Me: Hi Mom: Hi. What are you doing? (She sounded tense.) Me: I was just reading. It's a good book by this guy Sedaris. It's called "Naked". (I could feel myself getting nervous. How is it that she can be hundreds of miles away and just say five or six words and send me into of state of anxiety?) Mom: I read it. You alone? Me: Yeah. What's up? (I know this tone of voice. This is the tone she has when I've fucked up. She is trying to hold her anger in check, that is until she takes aim and is sure she has a good shot.) Mom: You and I need to talk. Me: Okay. (I was standing up, but I found a chair. I had a feeling this was going to be that conversation. I instantly broke out into a sweat. I'm a grown man, if you can call someone who is 22 a grown man, and yet I'm feeling like a six year old who just got caught steeling quarters for his mother's purse.) Mom: Let me tell you why you and I need to talk now. Me: Okay, I'm listening. (I was holding the phone in left hand. My right elbow rested on my leg and my head was resting on my hand.) Mom: I am very angry with you. Me: Okay. What did I do? (Like I didn't know, I thought.) Mom: It's what you didn't do. I've been waiting for a call from you. A call telling me what I believe I should be told by you. Me: Silence (Several smart ass remarks ran through my head. Wisely, I kept my mouth shut) Mom: Let me tell you why I am calling you rather than waiting for you to come home. Me: Go ahead. (I guess I sounded angry or something) Mom: Careful, Jeffrey. First of all I had it out with your father. He thinks he can handle me, and you think you can have him handle me. No one handles me, you got that Jeffrey. (level one anger) Me: I know, Mom. Mom: You think that you can just walk into my house, (Level two anger, she went silent. Damn, when she has to stop mid-thought, she's in melt down. I knew I was in for it.) I need to start over. You are lucky you are not here; if you were I'd box your ears back for you. Jeffrey, if you were here I'd ring your neck. (She paused. Box my ears; ring my neck. She was gearing up.) I don't want to be angry when I meet Nick. I want to welcome him into my home graciously. I want him to feel welcome and not feel that I am angry and misunderstand why I am angry. Me: Okay. Mom: And, it seems to me, that you've been setting this up, so that his boy was going to walk into a house with me waiting to have it out with you. Me: How was I doing that? (My heart was pounding.) Mom: You think you can walk into my house bring this boy, Me: He isn't a boy, (I said with attitude. The person, who said a good defense is to go on the offense, doesn't know my mother.) Mom: Watch your tone with me. You are on thin ice (level three)a. You better take that tone out of your voice if you know what's good for you. You think you can walk into my house and bring this young man into your bed and not have a conversation with me? Me: I Mom: I've know, and for your information, I was the one who told your father that I thought you and John were sexually involved. Your father walks around with his head in the clouds when it comes to you. Needless to say, we were both worried; worried because of diseases. I can't say that I didn't wish it wasn't true, but god damn it Jeff, I can understand why you'd find it hard to talk to me when you were sixteen, but by now I'd expect some level of maturity on your part. Me: Come on, Mom. You just don't walk up to your mother and say, "Hey Mom, I'm gay and what's for dinner? Mom: Don't be a smart ass. I don't expect it to be easy. I watched my brother go through hell, so I know that it can't be easy. But, I've sat waiting for four years for you to tell me. I was fine waiting. But, this is different. Me: How so?" Mom: Do you love this boy, this young man? Me: Yes a lot. (I started crying. Neither of us said a word for a while.) Mom: What do you think it would have been like for him to walk into this house and five minutes later I'm in your face about not telling me what is going on? What do you think he would have been feeling? And, what do you think he'd be thinking about me? He'd think I was some crazy woman. And, do you think for minute you'd be here for four days and I'd let you walk out of here without me pinning your ears back. (That's a saying that her mother always uses. "I'm going to pin your ears back for you". I don't exactly know what it is supposed to mean, other than you are going to get read the riot act. When you are really in trouble they say, "I'm going to get the pot and crack your skull". They say it like you should know which pot that is, `THE POT', and I doubt if anyone has ever actually been hit with a pot, but when it is said, you know to behave.) It seems to me that if you care about this young man that you'd want to make his being here as comfortable as possible. Me: I do, believe me I do. But, I guess I didn't think about (More crying) Mom: You didn't think about talking to me. You didn't think you should talk to me? I am curious, what the hell were you thinking? Me: Mom, I'm sorry. (I was now sobbing.) Mom: Jeffrey, you know I love you. You are my blood, my heart. (She was calming down or maybe, not as angry.) Me: (I couldn't talk, more crying.) Mom: I am angry because you know how I feel about lying. Lies destroy relationships. I can't believe you'd sacrifice your relationship with your parents because of anxieties. We deserve honesty from you. Me: Mom, wait, please listen to me. (Silence) I didn't lie to you. Really, Mom, I didn't lie. Yeah, I was being a coward. Yeah, I didn't call or sit down with you and say I'm bisexual or gay. Yeah, I didn't say I have a boyfriend, but I didn't lie, I didn't try to make you think otherwise. Mom: (She didn't say anything for a moment.) Okay, you're right. (She didn't seem anger) You're right, you didn't lie. That was unfair, but you were being less than responsible. I've raised you to always take responsibility for your actions and to act responsibly. And all I've asked from you is respect, love and honesty. I deserve that from you. I've always treated you with respect. You know I love you more than life itself, and I've always been honest with you. I deserve at least that. Me (crying): You deserve more than that, Mom. It wasn't that I thought I shouldn't talk to you. It was more that I was scared. I know it doesn't make sense, but I just couldn't hear you be disappointed in me. (more crying) I just don't think I could handle hearing you being disappointed in me. I just wanted to make like we didn't have to have this talk (more crying). It's not that I don't respect you. And, you know I love you, Mom. Mom: You'd better love me. I'm the best Mother you're ever going to have. Me: You mean the only Mother. (I laughed, through my crying) Mom: Yeah, that, too. (We were joking, that's always a good sign) Me: Are you still angry at me?" Mom: Yes. You'd better be on your best behavior this holiday. Me: I will. Mom, please don't be angry at me. Mom: Tell me about him. Has he told his parents? Me: No. They aren't like you. Then again, no one is. (I laughed, again). Mom: I'll take that as a compliment, young man. (I laughed again) Why hasn't he told them?" Me: Mom. Not everyone is like you and Dad. Damn, if it was hard for me to think about telling you, I can't even imagine what it must be like for him. He must be going through all kinds of shit. Mom: You think it's going to be that bad? Me: Think Uncle Anthony and probably worse. Mom: Really. Are you sure? Me: He is. And it sounds like he's pretty right on. I met his brother and Nick got a `you'd better not be gay' talk. But, I think his brother will eventually be okay with it. But he's pretty sure his parents will write him off. They are very religious. Mom: I'm religious. Me: Mom you are not religious like they are. Mom: What the hell does that mean? Me: I don't mean that you aren't religious enough. They are very right-wing conservative, evangelical, fundamentalist, reborn, Jesus-is-coming, hallelujah Christians. You're just Catholic. Mom: So are you, and don't you forget it. Me: Yes, Mom. I know. Mom, you love people, well most people; you don't judge them. He's going to lose his parents. Actually, I think in his heart he's lost them all ready. He was going to stay here alone. He wasn't going home. He told them and they said, okay. Mom: That poor boy. And, you were going to bring him in my house with me angry at you for not talking to me. You'd let him walk into this house and see me wanting to Me: crack my head with the pot, I know, Mom. You're right. I was being a coward. I guess I figured, (I sighed) Mom I promise I didn't think it through. When Dad called and asked where Nick was going to sleep I figured Mom: You figured you didn't have to deal with me. Me: I guess. Mom: Wishful thinking Jeffrey, either that or you were on drugs. Me: No drugs, Mom. Not recently, anyway. Mom: Keep it up, young man. Me: Really, Mom, I am sorry. I love you. You know I do. And fuck Mom, you know I respect you. (I laughed) Mom: (she laughed) You are so lucky you are not here. Tell me about him. Me: You'll like him. He's a nice guy. He makes great coffee, but can't cook to save his life. He's funny. He's very bright. He's kind. He's always been a good friend, always. Mom, I've know him for three and half years and he's never hurt me or made me feel bad or made me doubt his friendship. (I paused) He's going to be so afraid of you. Mom: Why? Me: Come on Mom. You are kind of "what you see is what you get", if you don't like it, too bad. Mom: Yeah, so what are you saying, I should put on airs? Me: No, not at all. I love the way you are. But, he's use to people who don't have emotions. Who don't say much except when you mess up. Mom, he's nervous about coming down. I haven't told him about the Christmas day dinner. I know when he meets you and Dad he'll be fine, but he's nervous. Mom: Yeah, well that's to be expected. I was nervous when I met your father's parents. But they were jackasses and still are. (She laughed) Me: He loves me, Mom. Mom: How long have you too been lovers?" Me: (I felt butterflies in my stomach. It was nice but also scary to hear her refer to Nick as my lover.). Ten days, I guess. Mom: Really? Your Dad and I thought you two were dating last year and he was your lover when you moved in together in September. Me: We've always been good friends. He's been dating and I've been dating, but I think we both just realized that we want to be with each other. I'm happy Mom. (I said all chocked up) Mom: What does he like to eat for breakfast? (She went right into her `I'll be his good Italian Mom thing. Feed him and he'll he happy.) Me: He eats anything. Mom, we went to the doctor and we are both fine. Mom: Well, I am going to want to spend some time alone with him. (You'd think she never heard half of what I say. It is not unusual for her to hear me say something like `we went to the doctor and we are both fine' and for her to just move on. I think there is too much worry and anxiety behind the topic, so she takes it in and moves on and will probably talk to me about it another time.) I want to get to know him, and I want him to get to know me. You know, so that he's comfortable with me. He should feel comfortable coming here. Me: I've known you all my life and I'm not comfortable. (I laughed.) I'm just kidding. Mom, it was a joke. Mom: You'd better be joking. I am assuming if you are bringing him home to meet the family that this is serious. Me: It feels to me like it is. Mom: Two weeks, you sure do fall quickly. Me: I've known him for 3 and half years. We are very comfortable together and we've had feelings for each other that we've not talked about. Now we have. It feels good. Mom: You don't have to explain to me. The first time I saw your dad I knew we were going to marry. I almost changed my mind when I met his parents. Me: Mom, lighten up and Grandma and Grandpa Hunter. (I laughed). My in-laws are certainly going to be worse than yours. Mom: I've talked to your Uncle Robert. He said he's looking forward to meeting Nick. He told me I should call you and give you a piece of my mind. Me: Damn, I'm glad I only got a piece. (I laughed) Mom: Steve got on the phone and wanted to know if he is cute. I told him if he was with you he had to be. Me: He's very attractive. He and dad will get along fine, too. Nick is into college football. You know, like he knows all the players and stuff. Mom: Tell me more about him. Me: I don't know what more to say. He's a good guy. He's funny, kind, thoughtful, very smart, he's got his shit, but everyone does and his isn't any worse than mine. He doesn't have a lot of confidence in himself. He hardly ever gets angry; he's not Italian. Mom: What shit do you have?" Me: (I laughed). Well, let's see, I'm stubborn, willful, I have a temper, and he says my singing gives him diarrhea. Mom: Well he does have a point about your singing. But, I wouldn't say being willful, stubborn or having a slight temper means you have shit. Me (I laughed). Yeah, well that's because I got all that from you. Mom: Like I said, there's nothing wrong with being like that. What time will you get in? Me: I don't know. If he works, then it will be late. Mom: I don't want you driving late into the night. Me: No, I won't. We'll be in by nine the latest, but I'll call and let you know when we leave. Mom: Okay. I love you; you know that, don't you? Me: Yes and I love you, too. Mom: You're a lucky boy, Jeffrey. Me: I know I am Mom. You and Dad are great. Mom: We're lucky, too. Me: Okay, Mom. Again, I'm sorry. Mom: I'm almost done with his scarf. I'll have the hat done before you get here. Me: Okay. He's going nuts trying to find the right gift for you. I told him a CD would be fine. Mom: Tell him he doesn't have to buy us anything. Me: Okay. Mom: You really think his parents will turn their backs on him? Me: I think so. He thinks so. Mom: That poor boy. Well, I have no respect for any parent who would do that. They'll rot in hell. Remember, when everyone else abandoned Jesus, the Virgin Mother stood at the feet of her son and watched him die. No greater love is there than a Mother's love and no child should be without it. She'd turn her back on her child and think she is religious. And I bet they voted for that ignorant arrogant jackass. Fuck `em! He'll have plenty of family here if he wants. Me: Plenty is putting it mildly. Just joking, Mom. Thank you, really. I want him to feel welcome. Mom: We'll do our best. Me: I love you, Mom. Mom: I know. Bye. And drive safely. I'm getting to old to have another one. (She hung up). Yeah, that's my mom. Steve says my mom is a `kick in the ass'. (That's supposed to be a compliment, but I can't figure that one out, either.) I can tell you that she has always been a great mom; tough, but great. I love watching her throw eye-darts at my Uncle Anthony. She's always taught me to speak my mind, but in a respectful way. My parents supported me in most of what I've wanted to do and have always been affectionate. Our family is very demonstrative. Oh yeah, I did ask her if Bill was coming for Christmas. She said, no, but his parents would be coming. They said they were looking forward to seeing me. When Nick came home I told him about my conversation with my mom. I left out the yelling. I'm trying to paint her as a calm, peace-loving, serine person, which all seems to be contradicted when I add Italian to that list of adjectives. I am not sure it helped him feel at ease. He asked me if she's like me. I told him, no; she's not like me, I'm like her, but only I'm a lot less. He just listened to me and then asked how many days we were staying. Chapter Two: Jeff screws up again. We slept in; well, let's just say we spend a good part of the morning in bed. Nick didn't have to work, but we decided we would take our time getting ready and try to head out around noon. I called my Mother after we packed the car. I told her we were going to take our time, but we'd probably be there sometime around dinner. She said she'd keep dinner warm for us if we were going to be late. Nick and I argued (not really) about what CDs we'd listen to on the way. He seemed a little testy; on edge. Nick said, "You can pick what we listen to if you promise not to sing. If you won't promise then I get to pick." "How about if I sing just one song on each CD?" I asked. "No, that doesn't work for me," he said. "You pulled that one on me when we went skiing." "Why?" "No. You'll play one song over and over and sing only that one song and then go to another CD and pick one song. Forget it." "Can I hum?" "Only if my dick is in your mouth," he said, and laughed. I opened my mouth and stared at him as if shocked and then winked. "How about this; you can sing one song, once each hour." "Damn, you are tough." I said, as we left. We drove for about two hours and then stopped and had a late lunch. We listened to Sarah McLachlin's Mirrorball, then Led Zeppelin IV, Stairway to Heaven. I kept telling Nick to sing along, but he just rolled his eyes. Nick said he wanted to drive for a while. He did. A couple of hours later (Dave Matthews Band, John Lennon) we stopped for gas and a pee break. I told him I'd drive the rest of the way. We had about two hours to go. It was about 5 p.m. and traffic was starting to pick up. By 5:30 pm traffic was getting pretty heavy. I called my mom and told her we'd be later than I thought, but we were fine. She said she'd hold dinner for us. I looked over at Nick and he looked stressed. He seemed to be staring out the window as if he was spacing out on drugs or something. I felt that eerie sick feeling you get when you know something is wrong. "It's going to be fine, Nick," I said. I reach over and took his head. It was wet with sweat. I glanced over at him and noticed that his shirt underarms were wet. I looked forward and then back at him and noticed more sweat stains. I reached over and pushed him forward in his seat. He looked at me. The back of his shirt was wet with sweat. "Nick, really, it's not going to be bad." His eyes looked like they were swimming in his head. "I don't know if I can do this," he said. "Can we stop and get something to drink?" (meaning a coke) I immediately felt sad. "Okay. I'll pull over the next off ramp." We drove another two miles. I saw a sign for Mickey D's. "Mickey D's okay?" "Fine," he said. We parked. He didn't get out. "What's wrong?" I asked. "I should have stayed at home. I shouldn't have come." "But, it's going to be fine. Really, I promise." He was shaking his head. "Jeff, they're your family, your parents." "You're right, Nick. They're not your parents." "Don't be cute. Don't you understand, no one knows. I mean I've never been around anyone who knows that I am gay. You are the only person who knows." "My parents know." "I know they know. I don't know how to be around people who know. I don't know how to be. I don't know how I can talk to your parents. I don't understand this myself. You seem so calm about it. You seem so fuckin' okay," he said very agitatedly. "I feel like I'm going to shit in my pants, and you singing like we are going, like we are going, fuck, I don't even know where. I can't believe you are singing." I was in the boys choir when I was a kid. I went to Catholic school. It seems that the bigger my dick got the worse my voice got. "I'm nervous. But, I talked to my mom, and she's okay with all of this." I said, trying to assure him. "She knows you are nervous." "You told your mother that I'm nervous?" He looked like he wanted to hit me. "Why would you tell her something like that?" "Oh so it's okay for me to tell her you are gay, but not okay for me to tell her that you a nervous." "I wish you hadn't told her either. I don't understand how you could do that?" he said, shouting at me. "I don't understand. Did you want me to tell them you were just fine?" I was beginning to feel angry, but I decided I was going to just suck it in. (I think this is what they mean when they say `anger management'. "Did you expect me to lie to her? She knew you were going to be nervous." "Why would she think I was going to be nervous?" "Nick, how can you not be nervous? You're my boyfriend, coming home with me to meet my parents." "Oh fuck, I've got to walk around." He got out of the car. I followed. He walked around in circles with his hands on his hips. "I have to get something to drink," he said. We went into Mickey D's. We came outside and sat against the car. "I can't believe you asked me to do this." "Excuse me," I said, angrily. I guess the sucking-my-anger-in time was about over. "You are putting this all on me?" "Just because you're comfortable with this doesn't mean I am. We can't all be Mr. self confident." This is where I started feeling like he was going to be wearing his coke, "Look Nick," "Don't start that `look Nick' shit with me," he said, and started walking away. I followed him and counted to fifty. I was really trying to stay calm. "Nick, it's not fair to say I shouldn't have asked you. Yeah, maybe I should have been more sensitive to your anxieties and insecurities, but you can't put all this on me. If I ask and you say yes then you've got to take some responsibility." He didn't answer. "You want me to take you back?" I asked. "Would you?" he asked. "Yes." "What would you tell your parents?" "I'd tell them that it wasn't the right time for us to spend time with them. I'd tell them that we'd come down in the future. They'd be disappointed, but they'd understand." I was actually beginning to cool down. "Then you'd drive to your parents?" "No, I'd stay with you." "No. You have to spend Christmas with them," he said. "You don't get to decide that. I decide where I spend Christmas. Just like you decide where you spend Christmas." "So, now you're going to make me responsible for you not spending Christmas with your parents." I guess either that was the wrong thing to say, or I'd had enough, but now the sucking-in thing was definitely over. "Nick, fuck you. Now you're pissing me off. Get in the fuckin' car," I shouted, "or I'll leave you here and you can walk the fuck home." I threw my coke across the parking lot. I started for the car. I got in and started the car. "Get the fuck in this car." He got in. I started heading for the on ramp to go back to the University. "Stop. Damn, it Jeff. Stop." I didn't. "God damn it, if you don't stop I am going to" "You're going to what," I growled. I pulled over. "Calm down, Jeff, please." I turned the car around. I parked the car, go out, went back into Mickey D's and bought myself another coke. Again, I counted to fifty, only this time backward. He didn't get out of the car. I walked back to the car. We stared at each other through the windshield. I leaned against the car and started drinking my coke. He got out. "Jeff." "Look Nick," I waited but he didn't say anything. "I don't make decisions for you and you don't make decisions for me. If I decided I want to spend Christmas with you rather than my parents then it is my decision. Don't pull that shit on me." "What shit?" I took a deep breathe. Heatedly, I said, (you like that, heatedly thing. I wasn't shouting, but I was close to where I was about to). "The shit where you are responsible for what I decide to do and then, of course, I am responsible for what you do. I hate that manipulative bullshit. You can play those mind fuck games on yourself, but don't pull that shit on me." "Okay, you're right. I know. Jeff, I'm freaking out. I can't imagine what it's going to be like. I just don't know how I can face your parents. I'm so afraid I won't be able to last the four days." "Nick, I understand you are scared. Can't you please trust me? I promise you no one is going to be hurtful toward you, and if some one is I'll take care of it." He nodded. "How about this, we'll leave as soon as you want," I said. I noticed his sweat again. My anger was dissipating. "Nick, I'm sorry. It's just I know my parents, and I knew if there was going to be shit they'd never turn it on you. Really, my Mom and I talked it out. She wants to meet you." He started pacing. "If it gets bad we can leave?" he asked. "I promise," I said. He nodded. "I might as well give you all the bad news now so if you want to go back we can just go back. I thought I'd give it to you after you met them, so you'd see it was cool, but now I think I should just give it to you up front." "Oh fuck, what's" "My mom said she wants to spend time alone with you." His eyes got big. "She said she wants you to be comfortable with her and comfortable with coming down and spending time with them. She thinks if you two spend time together you'll become friends and won't freak out when we come down." "She said freak out?" "No." "I really don't get your parents. You're not bullshitting me? She really said she wants me to feel comfortable with her?" "Yes, I swear. That's what she's like. She is worried about you and understands that you'd be nervous. She wants you to eventually become comfortable." "Why?" "Why? Because, if you and I are going to be together, she wants you to feel comfortable coming to visit. She wants it to be like my Uncle and his partner. Steve and my mom are friends; he comes over more than my Uncle does. She wants it to be like that with you and she thinks if you two spend time alone, then you'll like her and feel comfortable with her." He shook his head. "What?" I said. "I guess I am surprised." "My mom is cool, Nick. That's what I meant when I said, they aren't your parents. Really, my mom likes you already." "She doesn't even know me. I don't get any of this." "I know you don't and that's really sad. Nick she knows that you love me and that makes you up there on her list." He shook his head and said, "I can't believe you can talk to her like that." "Well, believe it. Nick, it isn't easy. She had to pin my ears back, but we talked." "She's got to be a cool broad," he said smiling. "I'd love to see someone take you on and kick butt." "Asshole, there's more." He rolled his eyes. "Christmas day dinner is a big thing in our family. There's going to be about 30 people there. It's a big dinner; an all day thing. We eat all over the house, no formal table, so we can eat with whoever we want, but it's big." `I think it's whomever," he said, and smiled. "Eat me, asshole," I said. "My Uncle Bobby will be there and his partner Steve. They want to meet you. It will be okay." He started laughing. "What's up?" "I can't believe I am going to do this. You do get it, don't you?" "Yes, you've never had anyone love you for who you are. I get it. You are expecting the worst. I get it. And, I get that I should have been more sensitive to how hard this was going to be for you. You were telling me all along that you were really nervous and I am making like it's no big thing." "It helps if you understand. I was starting to feel that feeling again." "What feeling?" "Like I had to be acting like what people want me to be. Like, I had to act like I wasn't nervous when I was nervous. Only I couldn't figure out how to do it." "Nick, don't act like you think people, whoever they are, think you should act like. Just act like yourself. Believe me, my family doesn't act like they think people think they should act. If you're just yourself it will be fine. Really. I know you, I know they'll like you. My dad will love talking college ball with you. My mom will love teaching you how to cook. It will all be okay. If it wasn't going to be okay, I would have never asked you to come down." He walked over to me and put his arms around me and his head on my shoulder. "I'm fucked up, Jeff and I don't know why you want to be my boyfriend." "Neither do I," I said, and laughed. He did, too. "Would you really drive back?" "Yes." "I believe you," he said. "Okay, I can deal with this. You really think your mother can teach me to cook?" "Yes, she taught me and I didn't want to learn." I hugged him hard. "Nick, I'm sorry." "You have nothing to be sorry about. Let's go. I'm okay. Just don't go too far away from me when all those people show up." We got in the car. I started it and drove to the far end of the lot. "Your mom really wants to spend time alone with me?" "Yeah, she said that. It will be okay," I said. I turned off the car ignition and lights. "What are you doing?" he asked. "Unzip your pants," I said. "What?" "Unzip your pants," I said, moving toward him. He didn't move. I reached over and unbuttoned his pants and unzipped them. "Jeff, here?" I got a hold of his flaccid penis and pulled it out of his underwear. This wasn't going to be comfortable, but I was determined. "Nick, this is called make up sex. Just keep your eyes open for anyone coming toward the car." "Jeff, maybe you shouldn't." I bent down and took his dick into my mouth. "Oh fuck," he said. I sucked hard moving my tongue around his dick head. He got hard pretty quickly. "I can't believe you're doing this." I kept sucking, running my hand up and down the shaft of his dick. "You like sucking my dick, don't you?" he said. I nodded. "Damn, you sure are a great cocksucker," he said laughing. I laughed, too. "We can't take all night, here," I said. "This is a quickie, so help me and concentrate on cumming." I went back to sucking him. "I like sucking your dick, too. It's my favorite thing to do, other than having dinner with 30 of your family members." He started laughing again. I sat up, he smiled at me. "Sorry." "You going to help, here?" He nodded. I went down on him, again. He put one of his hands on my head and another on his dick and then began to stroke his dick as I sucked it. I could tell he was getting close. His dick head got big and hard. He stopped jerking and I started sucking him hard. His cum filled my mouth as I sucked and licked his cock head. I swallowed. "Fuck, Jeff, I love these quickies you do." I sat up as he put his dick back into his pants. I started the car, turned on the head lights and headed toward the on ramp. "I've got to put that one on my list," he said. "A blow job in the parking lot of Mickey D's. What on ramp are we at?" "That's two." "What's two?" "I said I owed you ten special blow jobs. That's two." "Maybe you should let me blow you before we get to your parent's house," he said, as we got on the on ramp. "Why?" "When was the last time you went four days without nutting?" "Who's going four days without nutting?" He laughed. "No way. Don't even think about it. I might spend time alone with your mom and talk sports to your dad and talk to your uncle and his boyfriend, but I'm not having sex with you in your parent's house." I laughed, turned up the music and started singing. "Fuck, are you going to do that all the way there?" I kept singing. "Until I agree to have sex, right?" I just kept singing. "Fuck, won't they be able to hear us?" More singing. "Okay, stop singing. We'll see when we get there. If you stop singing, we'll see, Okay?" I stopped singing. My singing isn't all that bad. Chapter 3, Christmas with Jeff and Nick. About an hour later we drove up to my house. It's a nice house; big, with a pool. It's a ranch type house. My parent's master bed and bathroom are on one side of the house, as is the den. The living room, dining room, family room and kitchen are at the front of the house, as is the garage. Then it takes a turn and there is a bathroom and guest bedroom, and then my room with a bathroom. As soon as we got out of the car my mom and dad came out to meet us. I looked at Nick and smiled. My mom kissed me on the cheek and then walked over to Nick. My dad hugged me and kissed me on the cheek and then stood beside me. I said, "Mom, this is Nick." "We've met," she said. "Remember," she said to Nick. Nick said, "Jeff's graduation." My mom walked up to him and hugged him. My dad walked up to Nick and put out his hand. "Nick, it's good to see you again. Welcome to our home." "It's good to see you again, sir," Nick said, shaking my dad's hand. Nick grabbed his bag. My dad took mine and I grabbed all the Christmas presents. My mom took Nick by the arm and walked him into the house. "He's pretty nervous," I said to my dad. "Your mom will make him feel at home. She's good at that," he said. Once in the house I walked over to the Christmas tree and put the gifts under the tree. My dad took my luggage into my room. I walked into the kitchen and the table was set for Nick and me. From the kitchen window I could see Nick and my Mom outside in the backyard. They were petting Buddy my dog. She's a beautiful yellow lab. She's been my dog since I was about ten or eleven years old. She's mine but she stays with my parents. Anytime I come home I have to greet her in the backyard, because when she sees me she runs in circles and pees. I watched as Nick was bent over and petting Buddy. I walked to the side door and stepped outside. "Hey Buddy," I said. She turned and started wagging her tail so hard she was tripping over her hind legs. She ran to me and then rolled over and then jumped up and started running in circles. "Buddy," I yelled, as I, taking half steps, ran in circles behind her. We do this dance, chasing each other in circles. Only as she ran in circles she was peeing and jumping up and trying to lick me. My dad and mom laughed, Nick smiled. Finally, she settled down and just sat and waited for me to stop. I got down on my knees and she jumped up and started licking my face. Her tail just kept wagging. "I love you, too, Buddy," I said, rubbing her all over. "We are going to have to start giving her tranquilizers before you come home or she's going to have a heart attack," my mom said. "When I go away for a week or two my husband does that when I come home." My dad just looked at her and shook his head. Nick smiled. "She's definitely your dog, isn't she?" "That dog mourns for a week every time he leaves," my dad said. "It's sad to see the way she mopes around looking for him." "Don't make me feel bad or I'll take her with me," I said. "Yeah, buddy, do you want to come to college? Yeah, you do don't you. Nick will take you for walks every morning," I said, and smiled at him. My Mom said, "Forget it, that dog stays here. Let's go inside. Dinner has been waiting for you guys. Nick, what you smelled when you came in was chicken cutlet palmagano. Do you know what that is?" He shrugged. "Breaded chicken cutlets". My mother walked Nick into the house explaining how she prepared the meal. My dad smiled at me. The house had that wonderful aroma of tomato sauce, chicken dipped in Parmesan cheese and bread crumbs and fried and then baked in sauce and covered with Mozzarella cheese. We sat and ate, my parents sat with us. They had coffee while we ate. We talked about the drive down, about my TAing, about my classes. My mom kept asking Nick questions and he answered. It's her way to make people comfortable. He seemed relaxed. "Mrs. Hunter, this chicken is the best I've ever had," Nick said. "Thank you, Nick, but it's just something I threw together. It's one of Jeff's favorites. It really isn't that hard to make." "Okay, mom," I said. "No cooking lessons tonight." My Mom said, "Nick, tomorrow I'd really appreciate your help in the kitchen, while Mr. Hunter and Jeff run some errands that need to be taken care of." Nick said, "Sure, that'd be cool. But, I really don't know much about cooking." "You'll learn. I have to make 5 lbs of lasagna, so there's a lot of meat balls to be made and fried. And then the gravy." "Gravy," he asked. "My mom calls tomato sauce, gravy. We all do that in this house." My mom just stared at me and explained to Nick, "It's just what my mother calls tomato sauce." "Oh, okay," Nick said. "You're going to teach me how to make meatballs and tomato sauce." My mom said, "Sure, it's not that difficult. I bought you a little book so you can write it down as we go along and you'll be able to make sauce when you go back to school." I rolled my eyes. Nick nodded. Paul Newman, Mom. Think Paul Newman's tomato sauce," I said smiling. She just stared at me. Eventually, dinner was over and my parents went off to bed. They told us that the pool was heated and the Jacuzzi was ready to go. We went back to my bedroom. "You only have one bed in here," Nick said. "I felt so weird when your dad brought me in here with our luggage," he said, as he sat on the bed and looked up at me. "The pool is headed and the Jacuzzi is on," I said, as I kicked off my shoes, pulled off my socks and stripped down to my boxers. "Get undressed." "I don't have anything," he started to say. "Your briefs are fine. We won't put the lights on. Look," I said, pulling the curtain over the French doors back, "it's dark out there. Just wear your briefs." I walked over to him and started to pull his shirt off. "Can't your parents see us?" "Like they'd be interested. They said the pool was heated, they want us to use it." "Yeah, but don't you have a suit I can wear?" Buddy walked into the room. "Hey buddy. I don't use them when I swim in our pool. Just come on." I pulled off his shoes and he finally stripped down to his briefs. "Let's go," I said, pulling him into the backyard. We went out to the pool. He went to the steps and started into the pool. "It's warm," he said, as he jumped in. I went to the diving board, buddy followed me, I pulled my boxers off and then dove into the pool. I swam under the water to him, grabbed his briefs and pulled. He held onto them tightly. I came up laughing. "Don't you dare," he warned. "Don't screw around, Jeff. I'm serious." Buddy ran around to where we were and sat at the edge. "Okay. You're right. Let's get in the Jacuzzi," I said, swimming away from him. He got out of the pool, walked over to where I dropped my boxers, picked them up and walked over to the Jacuzzi. He threw them to me and then sat on the edge. "Okay, okay," I said, and put them on. We sat in the Jacuzzi. He seemed to relax but he wouldn't let me near him. When we got out we ran to my bedroom doors. My room had French doors that opened to the backyard. "I'm all wet," he said. I kicked off my boxers and then threw them on to one of the chairs on the patio. "Just leave your briefs out here." Buddy followed me into my room. Nick turned and looked toward my parent's bedroom. "They're sleeping. Just take them off and come in," I said, from inside my room. He pulled off his briefs and quickly stepped into the room and closed the doors. "How do you lock them?" "Just close them and then there's a slide on that one top and bottom and then the other has the lock on the knob." He locked the doors. I dried off and got in bed. He walked over to the door that led from my room to the hall that led to the rest of the house. "There's a small button near the knob." He pushed it. "You going to sleep in the nude?" he asked. "Yes, and so are you. Get in bed. Stop being weird. My parents would never come in here. Besides, we are locked in." He got in bed beside me. "Buddy, come here, buddy." Buddy came to Nick's side of the bed. I lay over Nick and petted her head. "Lay down. Buddy, lay down." As I moved off of Nick I put my hand on his crotch. "How's it going, being here?" "Okay. It feels weird, though. They seem cool. I like your mom. You are a lot like her." "What do you mean?" I took hold of his dick. He pushed my hand away but I went right back and grabbed him. "Your dad seems quiet, or laid back. Your mom is kind of take charge, like you." "Yeah, I guess she's that, and a lot more. She likes you," I said. "How do you know that?" I said, "I can tell, believe me I know my mom. Half way through dinner she decided she liked you." "How can you tell?" he asked. "The way she was sitting and looking at you and the tone in the voice and the way she smiled when you talked to her. I know my mom. You'll see when the family is here on Christmas day. Watch her and you will be able to tell who she likes and who she tolerates. Watch her with you tomorrow. She'll smile at you and watch the way she sits and looks at you. If she didn't like you, she'd be stiff and she'd look away from you if you looked at her. She doesn't smile." "Yeah, she was smiling," he said. "I love buddy." Buddy sat up and rested her head on the bed. We both laughed. Nick leaned over and scratched her head. "She's beautiful." I moved into his side, pushing my hard on against his hip. "I'm glad we didn't go back," I said. "Yeah, I can tell you're glad." We started kissing. "This is so wrong," he said. I rolled on top of him and began pushing myself into his groin. It wasn't one minute until we were on our sides 69ing, (is that a verb?). I was the first to cum. I was pretty horny. I think we both are becoming tuned into each other's orgasms. As that feeling began to build in my groin, that pre-climax feeling, that feeling where you are close to cumming but not over the edge yet, Nick started sucking harder running his fingers over my balls. I was moaning with his dick deep in my mouth. My legs began to tense and shake as the feeling in my groin built to the point of no return. As the first shot of cum exploded from my dick, Nick sucked harder, swallowed and moaning. He sucked greedily at my dick as and swallowed my cum as I sucked his dick. I guess my shooting my cum into his mouth brought him to his climax, because his legs began to tense, his dick head got hard in my mouth. I tried to suck him hard as I was still cumming. I guess my cum filling his mouth sent him over the edge because it seemed that he started shooting his cum into my mouth just as I was just finishing my orgasm. We kept sucking each other after we stopped cumming. Then we turned and lay down beside each other. "Damn," Nick said, "I love doing this. That's the closest we've come to cumming at the same time." "You like sucking my dick, don't you?" I said, smiling at him. He laughed. "Yeah, yeah; I guess I do." I poked at him. "Okay, I love sucking your dick. I love making you cum." "You still think you shouldn't have come." "No," he said, " and, I'm sorry I freaked out on the way down." "Don't sweat it. I would have been nervous going to meet your parents." He started laughing. "No, I'd be freaking out if we were going to meet my parents. But, don't worry about it. That won't ever happen." I rolled over onto my stomach and said, "Run your hand up and down my back and over my butt. I love when you do that." "Put your head on my chest and I'll do it," he said. I moved, put my arm across him and my head on his chest. He ran his hand up and down my back and down over the crack of my butt. I fell asleep. When I woke up he was gone. I looked at the clock and it was 8:44 a.m. I looked around the room; the door to the hall was ajar. Buddy was asleep on the floor. I lay back down and I could hear talking from the kitchen. It was Nick and my Mom, but I couldn't make out what they were saying. I shouted, "COFFEE," and then just lay there. Buddy sat up and stared at me. "Up here, Buddy," I said, patting the bed. When I was in high school I'd set the alarm fifteen minutes before I'd have to get up. The alarm would go off, I'd hit the snooze button and then Buddy would jump up onto my bed and lay against me. We'd both fall back to sleep until the alarm went off again. Buddy jumped on the bed and lay beside me. "COFFEE," I yelled out, again. Nick came into my room. "It will be a couple of minutes." I put one arm around Buddy and the pillow over my head. He left the room, I got up and peed and jumped back into bed and waited. Nick came back into the room with my coffee. He closed the door behind him. "You are such a spoiled brat," Nick said, and handed my coffee. "How long have you been up?" I asked. "I woke up at about seven. Your mom was already up and doing stuff in the kitchen. She asked me if I wanted to walk with her. She's been walking for an hour every morning." "I didn't know that." I noticed that Nick was wearing one of my old sweat shirts and a pair of my sweat pants. "Where did you get those?" "Your mom gave them to me to wear on our walk." "You went on an hour walk with her? Damn." "It was cool. We talked a lot," he said. "About?" "Wow, well, my parents. Was I sure they'd not be able to accept our relationship; stuff like that." "She said that, `our relationship'? Did it make you feel weird?" I asked. "No, It was weird, but she just said it so matter-of-factly that it just seemed okay to just talk about. We talked a lot about how she feels people shouldn't judge others. It was cool. We did this speed walking thing. It was pretty funny. She was telling me how she has to keep her weight down and keep her bone density up." I laughed. "Sorry." "No, it was great. We talked about my parents and us having a relationship and speed walking. Then she talked a lot about you," he said, and laughed. "Damn." "She told me to be patient with you. That you are very stubborn, willful, and have a tempter, but that you have a very good heart, that you are loving, gentle and good natured. She said she is very proud of you and that she admires you." "Okay, enough of this. I'm just waking up," I said, petting Buddy. "She asked me what I was going to do after graduation, with my degree. I laughed. I told her I didn't know. I told her that I thought about taking a year off and just get a job. She reminded me that you'd be at the university for at least another year before you got your masters degree and then you might want to go elsewhere for you doctorate." "She can't help herself. She just has to nose into" "I was fine with it. I've been thinking about it, too. She was surprised we hadn't talked about it at all." He looked at me. "Do you want to?" "I've wondered what you might do." "I really want to take a year off and try to figure out what I want to do next. I want to stay where we are until you are done and then we'll work it out so that we can both do what we want, where we want," he said. "Is that okay with you?" "Yeah, sure; you're the one making all the sacrifices, at least for next year." "No I'm not. I decided I wanted to take a year off last year. I really want to just chill out and decide what and where I want to go. She and I also talked about traveling. She said they wanted you to go to Europe last summer." "Yeah, they were going to buy me a ticket and a Eurail pass and some money as a graduation gift. But, I really didn't want to go alone and I didn't want to go on one of those bus things." "She said that they told you they'd do that for you when you wanted to go." I nodded. "Well, let's go this summer." "What do you mean?" "I've been saving to go. Your mom said that it wouldn't cost any more for two to spend the night in a room than one, so we could split the room and maybe stay longer than we might if we went alone." "Damn, I sleep in for one morning and she's talking to you about us and planning my summer." He smiled. "Does it feel like too much, too fast? I asked. "No. It's weird but it feels like we've been together for a long time and now the sex has gotten HOT." He laughed. "It was really okay. Really, it was great. I did a lot of talking, too. You're not angry at her, are you?" "I guess not. Europe would be fun. We'd have to spend a lot of time in Italy," I said, smiling. "For sure. I'd love to go to the Greek Islands, too. I've been reading about them. We could start our trip in Amsterdam and work our way south." I nodded, "I didn't even know you wanted to go. We could have a lot of fun." I moved my hand up his leg and felt for his dick, mine was hard. "I think Buddy needs to go outside," I said. "Could you let her out?" He nodded got up and called Buddy to the door. Buddy just sat there. "Go on, girl, outside," I said. She got up and went outside. Nick closed the door and came over and sat on the bed. I reached for his crotch, again and then rubbed. He lifted the sheet and saw my hard on. "You wake up every morning like that, don't you?" "No, it's just you." I kept pushing at his basket. He was getting hard. "Jerk off for me," I said. "What?" "Come on. Please." He got up and locked the bedroom door. "I told your mom I was going to give you your coffee and take a shower. She said you had to be up and ready to go by 10." He pulled the sweats down and then his briefs. His dick was hard. "You really want me to jerk off?" "I haven't seen you cum for a while. I want to watch you jerk off and cum on your stomach." He took off his sweat shirt and then his pants. "You are getting to be such a pervert," he said. I don't know why but sometimes the first sight of his naked body sends a chill through mine. I've seen him naked and in almost every position imaginable, but sometimes it's like it is the first time. I think watching him undress, watching the muscles under his smooth tight skin move as he moves, watching his dick move as he moves, his ass change shape as he bends over and then stands up, knowing that I'm about to touch, lick suck, kiss or do anything I want to do to his long lean muscular body, is extremely erotic. He's not muscular by any means but he's defined and tight and smooth and so `lickable'. "Getting to be?" I said and smiled. He sat next to me and started jerking. I jerked and watched. I reached over and began to play with his balls. Then I moved so that I could lick his chest, then down to his stomach. He continued to jerk as I moved so that my face was right over his dick. I stuck out my tongue and ran it over his dick head as he jerked. Then I moved and started licking his balls. As I did, I could smell his workout lingering around his crotch. I love that clean masculine smell. I ran my tongue over his ball sac. He spread his legs wide. I looked up at him, "Don't cum, unless you tell me, okay?" He nodded. I got on my knees and between his legs and bent down and started licking his balls, again. I kept jerking. I moved his ball sac and licked that area between his balls and his ass crack. The aroma was really turning me on. I ran my tongue up his thigh, pushing his legs to his chest. He kept jerking. I spread his ass checks and kept watching him jerk and played with his balls. We looked into each other's eyes. I bent down and began running my tongue up and down the crack of his ass and then pushed my tongue against his butt hole. He moaned. He was jerking hard. He pushed his legs down and said, "I'm close." I kept jerking with one hand and ran the fingers of my other hand over his balls as he continued jerking. "I'm going to cum," he whispered, and the first gob of cum dripped on his stomach. The second shot out of his dick and landed above his right nipple. He arched forward as his third shot exploded from his dick and it hit him on his face. The rest of his cum gathered on his stomach. I leaned forward as I jerked and licked the cum off his face. Then I began to lick his chest, slurping up his cum. He moved quickly, turning himself completely around so that his head was at my knees. I kept jerking and licking his stomach, enjoying the taste and smell of his cum. I was in that really intense state of excitement, that place where your body feels like your both floating and about to free fall. At that moment I noticed cum hanging on his dick head. I leaned forward and took his dick into my mouth. At the same time he pulled my hand from my dick and started jerking me and put the head of my dick in his mouth. That did it for me. I let out a loud groan, took as much of his dick as I could into my mouth and started shooting cum into his. My body shook with pleasure. I could hear him moaning and I could feel him swallowing. I just kept cumming and cumming and cumming. His dick stayed buried in my mouth, my nose buried in his ball sac. When I was done cumming I rolled onto my hip, we both still held each other's dick in our mouth. Nick moved and turned around so that we were now face to face. "Lay down on top of me," he said. I did. "Hold me," he said. I did. "Is there something wrong?" "Nothing at all. I just want to feel your weight on me." We lay there for about five minutes. It felt great. Then he said, "You've got 20 minutes go get ready. You go first in the shower." He pushed me off of him. "I've got to shower and get back to your mom." "Damn, just throw me aside for a woman," I said. This is getting to be long, so I will cut it here and start on the next part to finish our Christmas visit with Mom and Dad. Email me at ImJeff0882@aol.com, if you have any constructive comments. Try not to be too harsh.