Date: Sun, 17 Jul 2005 17:47:44 EDT
From: Madasonaysha@aol.com
Subject: "The Handsome Jewish Young Man"chapter 7 gay high-school/ interracial

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I'm Maddy A. and my stories  currently found on Nifty are:

"Around My Way" (gay  high-school/interracial)
"I Hate Anthony" (gay  high-school/interracial)
"Chase After Me" (gay  high-school/interracial)
"The First Year Is The Hardest"  (gay college/ interracial)
"Bam and Ryan: The Chin Incident"  (gay celebrity <fanfic with Bam Margera
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		     "THE  HANDSOME JEWISH YOUNG MAN"

		      By Maddy A. (Edited by Nicole)

		   CHAPTER  SEVEN: BIG, BAD, BLACK-MAMMA


Oh my fucking God!  Shit,  damn....mother fucker!  I know he didn't just say
what I thought he  did!  No, he couldn't have said that he told his mother that
we weren't  friends, but in fact boyfriends!   No, he wouldn't do that
without talking to me first.   I grabbed his arm and pulled him back  out on the
porch steps.  The look of uncertainty on his face told me that  he had in fact
let the cat out of the bag.....well, not "cat" per say, but  Whatever!

"Wait?  You what?"  I  hissed out a little too loudly and everyone stopped
talking and turned to look  at as.  Imagine twenty angry annoyed faces, half of
whom I'm sure didn't  like the fact that this white boy was at their
cook-out, staring at you like you  were crazy.   I heard one of his cousin's mutter
something about crazy  white people, but I didn't catch the last of what he had
said.  I was  embarrassed by the attention and started to turn red.  Jimmy,
who was now  adding burgers to the side of the grill asked me if I was okay.  I
nodded a  yeah and motioned for Victor to follow me to the front yard.   Once
 inside the safety of my car he tried to explain.

"Don't trip-" He tried to say,  but it was too late.

"Don't trip?  You told your  mother that I'm your boyfriend!  Do you know
what that means?"  I  yelled.  Okay, I was spazing out...freaking out because
this was bad...really,  really bad and I'm talking about wet muddy shoes on fresh
white carpet  bad!  Oh my God!  I SO couldn't deal with that  fact.

"Calm down!  It means she  knows about us, dat's all."  Victor stated
calmly.  He reached over  and put his hand on my knee and squeezed to reassure me.
It helped....but  only a little.  I gripped the steering wheel so tight that my
knuckles  turned white and I banged my head against it.

"God!  She knows I'm , your,  we're gay!  No one, but you knows that...wait!
I thought you said no  one knew
you were gay?" I asked  puzzled.

"They don't." He  smirked.

"Well, obviously someone  knows....Your mom!"  I yelled and continued to bang
my head against the  steering
wheel with each word that I  spoke.  He started to laugh and rub my back, but
he really wasn't  helping....well, not that much.


"Kid calm yourself down!   Don't worry bout it.  She's cool wit it."  He
said  calmly.

"Wait!  Why would you tell  her? I mean, I thought you didn't want anyone
to, you know, like know your  gay."  I asked, truly confused.  Obviously we weren
't on the same page  because I thought he was like me and wasn't ready for
people to know.  He  took a deep breath and turned to me.

"I did, but I started thinking  about a lot of shit.  It's like look where I'
m from.  If you's a fag,  niggaz will try and fuck you up for dat shit right
and I don't want none of dat  shit round me.   So, I know I can't let niggaz
round here know dat  shit, but I could at least tell my mom.   Shit, she told
me she kinda  thought I was different, but didn't know just what it was until
I told  her.  She was cool about it.  I mean its just the two of us and I told
 you how close we are."


"Yeah, I know."  I turned to  face him again and he laughed.


"You know what the funniest part  of the whole thing was?  She told me she
knew already.   All the  fucking time I was stressing and shit about it and she
told me that she already  knew.  Go figure, but I guess mothers always know
that sort of  thing."  He continued and I nodded in agreement almost letting the
tension  leave.  Then a thought hit me that made the tension come back five
fold.

"Aw fuck!  You think my mom  knows about me?"  I shrieked and he cocked his
eyebrows up in amusement as  I
continued, "Don' t do that! I'm  serious!  Do you think she could know?"


"Yeah, maybe."


"Maybe?  What  do you mean maybe?"

"Sometimes you act a little--" He  started to say, but I cut him off before
he could finish what I thought he was  going to say.

"I do not act gay!" I  screamed and he just continued laughing like the
whole thing was funny.  I  on the other hand was not amused.....far from the fuck
away from it.

"Calm down.  You don't act  gay, well not really, but that doesn't mean she
doesn't know.  Hell, your  dad might even know."

"My dad? Fuck!"  I yelled as  I started  to bang my head against the
steering wheel once again, not  caring that each time my forehead made contact with
it, the horn honked and  people on the street walked passed us and looked at me
like I was  crazy.


"Would you relax!  Shit, if  they do know then obviously they don't care!"


"That's besides the point!" I  retorted.


"Look, we can sit here all day  and you can keep on stressing about
nonexistent problems or we can go in the  house, you can meet my mom and then we can
sneak off in my little cousin's  room."  He smirked and I sighed giving up.  He
was right and I knew  it.  As we walked back into the backyard, I was
relieved when no one seem  to notice us return.  Jimmy was still at the grill
laughing with Victor's  uncle Red.  But, his cousin Sweetness smiled at us when we
walked passed as  he applied shiny lip gloss to his already wet looking lips in
a way that was  suggestive.  Yeah, I guess he was flirting with me, but
Sweetness seemed  harmless so I joked it off.   I mean, come on.  Would you be
intimidated by someone named `Sweetness'?  Yeah, I didn't think  so.

As we walked into the crowded  kitchen, I could smell chicken frying on the
stove and a thick bodied, dark  brown skin woman with short black hair wrapped
into a pony tail that I could  tell wasn't hers was manning the stove.  I
could tell from her face shape  that she was somehow related to Victor, but she
looked way too young to be his  mother.  So, when Victor hugged her from behind
and said `hey ma', I  couldn't stop the words from coming out of my mouth.


"You're his mom?  How old  are you, twenty?"  I asked and then started to
blush.  God-damn my  impulsive motor mouth!  I could tell that she was not
amused.  There  were four other women in the kitchen with her all resembling her so
I assumed  they were just more of Victors aunts.  Hell, he had a shit load of
aunts,  uncles and cousins!  Me,  four aunt's, three uncles and six cousins,
who were all  younger than me, was the combined family from both my parents
sides.  Victor's mother told the women to leave for a few minutes and they
all started bickering, or `loud talking' as Victor would say.

"Now Nadine, you don't own  this kitchen!  I got lasagna in the oven!"  One
of the women said and  another woman said something about the beans burning.
But, Victor's mother  simply said they better get out of her kitchen like she
said or things were  going to get ugly.    The women rolled their eyes at her
and  scowled at me as they walked out.  She shut and locked the door after
they  had gone and her eyes immediately went to mine.  I could still hear the
muffled sound of 1970's soul music being blared and some woman was singing about
 her cleaning woman stilling her man.   Whatever!

"No, thirty-six honey, but thank  you.  So, Pot-pot this the boy you've been
talking bout?"  She asked  as she turned her attention from me and to Victor.
 I couldn't be  completely sure of it if, but  I thought I saw him blush.  I
made a  mental note to call him "Pot-pot" next time we were alone.

"Yeah, Ma dis Kyle.  Kyle,  my ma."  I stuck out my hand to shake hers and
she glared at me with the  most cold, evilest set of charcoal black eyes that
were slightly slanted like  Victor`s.  Eyes so dark and scary had I been a few
years younger, I  probably would have pissed myself!   She looked me up from
head to toe  and then from toe to head, just glaring at me.  Physically she wasn
't  that intimidating.  I was growing so Victor only had me beat by an  inch
or two so we both kind of towered over her just barley over five feet tall
frame.  She wasn't really a "big" woman, but her ass....Oh hell, that woman  had
ass for days, weeks, months and years if she wore a leotard!    Now,
physically she wasn't intimidating, but her scowl was.  Then, as if a  shift in the
universe occurred,  she suddenly  rushed towards  me.  One hand on her hip,
smelling faintly of flowers and chicken grease  she practically jumped on me.  I
was scared at first and glanced over at  Victor who started rumbling out with
loud baritone chuckles.  He was  laughing so hard that this time there was no
mistaking the deep red his face was  turning.  Little veins in his neck were
bulging and his mouth gaped open  flashing his perfect teeth as he cocked his
head back.  I stared at those  veins and remembered that just a few days earlier
my mouth had spent the better  part of a day kissing them.  Yeah, lets just
say that I got to know his  neck that day almost as good as he got to know mine.

"Oh child!  I'm just playing  with you! You better lift them white boy arms
up and hug Ms. Nadine!"  She  said and her voice didn't sound cold anymore.
No, it was warm and  loving.....gentle....motherly.  I felt my body relax and I
hugged her  back.


"Aw shit, you should have seen  your face man!"  Victor laughed.


"POT-POT! What did I tell you  about cussing in front of me?"  Ms. Nadine
yelled and Victor mumbled an  apology and looked slightly embarrassed to get
scolded in front of  me.   I smiled which was probably mean to do, but hell he
had been  teasing me all day and pay back is a mother fucker.  Oh, not that I
wanted  to fuck his mother....okay, eww!!! Digressing is an art form, not a crime
so don`t  hate me.


"Yeah, Pot-pot.   You shouldn't swear in front of your mother."  I teased
and stuck my tongue  out at him.  Ms. Nadine, or Ms. Thomas as I thought she
would wanted me to  call her, motioned for me to sit at the kitchen table.
Before I could  speak, she dropped a plate full of food in front of me.  Hell,
there was  mash potatoes, corn on the cob, fried and baked chicken wings, string
beans and even a little bit of lasagna.

"We like to eat in this family,  so you better hurry up and finish that plate
so you can start on your  second!"  She said.  I thought she was teasing, but
when I laughed she  just looked at me like I was crazy and handed Victor his
plate.  I became  silent and stared at my mash potatoes before quietly shoving
a spoonful in my  mouth.  Ms. Nadine and Victor started laughing again and I
could feel the  embarrassment returning.


"Yo, she's just playing with you  kid!" Victor yelled and Ms. Nadine leaned
down to hug me.  Her big breasts  were resting against my shoulder, but
instead of feeling awkward it was almost  reassuring.


"Victor told me you were a little  anal, but baby your gonna have to calm
down or Ms. Nadine can't have  any fun with you!"


"I'm not anal!"  I shrieked  and even I had to laugh with them at that last
comment.


Three plates later, I was  full....so freaking, fucking full if someone was to
even so much as give me a  stick of gum, I would burst.  Ms. Nadine was the
coolest and I mean that  whole heartedly.  It took me a while to realize when
she was joking around  and when she wasn't, but after the tenth joke, I got it.
Surprisingly she  didn't want to talk about anything "gay".  Yeah,
surprising ain't it?   I thought she would have been all with the `when did you know'
questions, but she didn't ask me one remotely `gay' question.  Nope,
nothing.  All she wanted to know was what I wanted to do when I got  older.  If and
what College I wanted to go to and random stuff like  that.  Victor was quiet
most of the time while I talked with Ms. Nadine,  but there was no mistaking
the constant smirk that graced his face as he watched  us.


Someone was pounding at the  kitchen door and Ms. Nadine mumbled a curse word
and then turned to Victor and  told him he better not use that word.  She
opened the door only to be  greeted with the yelling of the four woman she had
kicked out a half an hour  earlier.  Victor laughed as he nodded his head for me
to follow him back  outside.  We must have been in there longer than I
thought we had been  because it was now dark out.  Not midnight dark, but just after
sunset dark  where the sky is that dark blue, light blue and purple faze with
little peaks of  orange dancing along the edge.  I knew it was time to go,
but I couldn't  find Jimmy.  No, he was no where to be found.  I asked uncle Red
where  he went, but he was no help.  Then Sweetness swished his self over to
me  with a smile on his face.

"He went to sit in his car.   He sipped on one too many wine coolers and
looked like he was about to pass the  fuck out!" Sweetness stated with a lisp.
Victor walked me to the front  yard and sure enough I could see Jimmy laying his
stocky body across his back  seat.  I couldn't kiss Victor good bye the way
that I wanted to, but the  hug he gave me was good enough.  He whispered `love
ya' in my ear and I  whispered it back.  When we pulled away we both were
grinning like  idiots.  Sweetness came out of now where on the front porch with
his hand  on his hip and  shiny reapplied three times glossed smile on his  face.

"Cousin....cousin....we SO  have to talk!"  He hissed out before going back
inside the house.   Victor started shaking his head in amusement.  I laughed and
told him he'd  better have his `talk' with Sweetness before he went sour and
he pushed my  shoulder playfully before following behind him.

Jimmy was a mess.  A  certifiably mess.  He was the WORST drinker.  Hell, I
was no expert,  but I could handle the couple of beers that me and my friends
would sometimes  sneak, but Jimmy could barley handle two.  But, did that stop
his dumb ass  from drinking ? NO! It didn't!


"Fuck , Jimmy, now I gotta  drive!  I hate stick shift!" I muttered, but all
I received was loud  obnoxious laughter from the back seat.

"It tasted like Juice....so I drunk  nine....count my fingers for me will you
Kyle?"  He slurred and I rolled my  eyes ignoring him.  Now I would have to
drive his car to his house, park it  so his parents wouldn't find out that he had
driven it, then I would have to  drag his wasted ass back to my house and hide
him there until he sobered  up.  Fuck! I suppose this is what I deserved for
making him drive me to the  cook-out in the first place.  I guess Karma really
is a bitch, especially  if its coming in the form of alcoholic beverages!

I was too scared to try driving  through the streets because....well, it was
the hood and I was a white boy driving  a twenty thousand dollar car.  I wasn't
being presumptuous about a God-damn  thing more like careful.  Something told
me not to get on that high-way,  but I did anyway.  I only had my permit, but
I had been driving since I was  ten  years old and my dad even had let me
drive on the high way a couple  times before when he and mom had too many
cocktails after a party.  I was  confident in my driving skills, but still there was
this knot in the pit of my  stomach forming like a warning for me to take
another route.  But, did I  listen?  No, I ignored my gut instinct and went on it
anyway.  No less  than a minute later red and blue flashing lights pulled up
behind me, but I  didn't panic.  No, it was just a simple cop car on the
high-way, nothing  abnormally about that.  Jimmy was too busy laughing about nothing
to notice  or care.  The cop was driving behind me, almost tailgating me.
But, I  kept my cool and changed lanes.  When that bastard changed lanes with me,
 that's when I started to worry.  The cop turned their siren on and the
lights started flashing and spinning.  I pulled over on the side of the  rode and
that's when I panicked.  Jimmy asked why I stopped and I told him  to lay down
and keep quiet or I would tell his mother about the porno magazine's  he kept
underneath  his bed.  He went silent, but stared around the  car with wide
eyes and I watched the realization that we were getting pulled  over play across
his eyes and come out as a curse word.  I yelled for him  to be quiet and
pretend he was sleeping.  But, it was too late.  A  tall Asian man with sharp
features was tapping for me to roll down the driver  side window.

"What seems to be the problem  officer?"  I asked trying to make myself
sound as nice and well mannered as  I could.  He wasn't buying it.

"License and Registration  sir."  He stated and that's when I felt my heart
drop into my  stomach.  I didn't have a license and I had no clue where the
hell Jimmy  kept his registration.  And to make matters worse, Jimmy was doing a
 HORRIBLE job of pretending to be asleep even though I told him it was no
use since the cop had seen him awake just three seconds before.  He kept
shifting and turning in ways that made it obvious that he was faking.  He  even had
the nerve to start `snoring'!  Yeah, I was driving without a  license and had
an underage drunk in the backseat of his car that technically we  weren't
suppose to be driving.  Yeah, my great day was turning into one  fucked
night.....

			      To Be Continued


(c) 2005 Madison Aysha  Dante


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