This is a story of friendship, commitment, love and trust. It is not a sex story. However, this story deals with love between two male teenagers. If you are offended by stories involving love between two teenage boys, please do not read this story. There will be some sex scenes in this story; however, sex is not the main theme. If you are under age 18 or 21 or it is illegal to read this story where you live, don't read it. Reproducing this story for distribution without the owner's permission is a violation of that copyright.
"I don't know
what it is about Ian, I really like him, but he sometimes does things
I hate him. I hate him because he has taken away from
I wasn't happy
loving Alex from afar, but at least we did things together.
I guess I've always 'known' I was gay, but I couldn't handle it.
It was Claude
who really helped me handle it. He's like the dad, I never had.
I got off to a bad start with Claude, but that was then.
Being gay really
became unbearable because I was somewhat confused.
I went to apologize and I found out he was coming to apologize to me.
He took me to his room to clean me up.
He had such a gentle touch, so caring, as he cleaned up my injured face.
I looked at him and all I could feel was love for him.
Boy, did the tears begin to flow, he thought it was because I was in pain, but it wasn't.
It was because I loved him and I wanted to tell him, but I couldn't.
He was crying
too. I guess because he had been the one who hit me and he
I had to turn
to someone, someone who would understand. The only gay person
Claude is a
fifty-five year old TV production executive. His lover, Michael was
He had been
a bank executive for some French or Swiss bank. They had met in
He has never
taken advantage of me or laid one finger on me since I've known
Our relationship is truly like father and son.
the day I first called him Papa. I was waiting by his door for
I saw him coming up the stairs. He looked tired and exhausted.
He looked like he needed cheering up.
His eyebrows shot up like they do when I say something that
"I know you're
wondering why I called you Papa. Well, I think when my Mom
And hug he did. The words that came with the hug I never expected.
"Jason, I love
you so very much, more than I can express. One small comment
He kissed my
cheek then smiled and said in English, "I'm gay, but that's a
I burst out laughing.
Papa is the
best; he always knows how to turn my life around. It was obvious
Oh, just the possibility that he did, brought me happiness and yet I was scared.
I'd be left alone. Was he feeling the same? There's only one way
I ran down the street to his hotel and up to his room. He wasn't there!
Maybe, just maybe, he was at the cafe.
Down the stairs I ran and outside.
There he was, outside the door to my hotel!
We stood there, both out of breath.
"Alex! I have something I have to tell you!"
To be continued...
|My Thanks to Greg who gave me the inspriation to write this story and to Chad and John. Any comments very much appreciated Later, wf|