Date: Tue, 22 Feb 2011 21:27:54 -0800 From: juilian james Subject: what makes a family chapter 9/gay relationships/gay interracial WHAT MAKES A FAMILY BY: Julien This story is 100% fictional and is by no means depictive of the life of any person, place or thing. It contains sexual activities between males and should only be read if it is legal to do so in your area. Read at your own risk and enjoy. Comments are welcomed at juniorj009@gmail.com and would be very much appreciated. I have also started a web page that will house all my stories. Feel free to stop by: https://sites.google.com/site/jjsstorycafe/ ENJOY! This will be a short mini series of sort. Comments are always appreciated. Thanks. J. Neil As desperate as I was to find a place for David's party, his suggestion was not even a consideration in my mind. There was just too much that could go wrong. "You're being ridiculous Neil. Why does this have to be so complicated. I love you, you love David, David needs a place for his party, and I'm offering my home for a night. It's not as if I'm asking you to move in or anything." And he was right. As my boyfriend, he was offering a simple solution to my dilemma but with everything else concerning Tim, this was probably just another way for him to gain a foot hole into my life. "Don't start Tim, not today. And it's not that I'm not grateful for your offer, I am, but..." and as if thinking of how to phrase my next set of words, I paused for a second, thinking, and then I just blurted out what was really affecting my decision to not have the party at Tim's loft, "James will be there, do you really want my ex trudging through here?" He looked over at me from across the dinner table, shook his head and sighed, "what the hell do I care if he's here. He's your ex Neil, past tense, once was but no more. I'm not threatened by the guy. But then again, maybe I'm not the one who has a problem with him being here." His response earned him a dirty look from my end of the table. And while I had broken down some barriers and had begun to scratch the surface of my relationship with James, discussing it with Tim, for the most part, I had kept that part of my life hidden. But now Tim was inadvertently bringing it up and I could feel myself begin to get hot under the collar. "Tim, don't. Let's not go there and fuck up a perfectly decent evening...again. I know you want to help and be more involved, I get that, ok, but just stay out of this one. I have everything under control." And my words and/or facial expression must have sent a pretty clear message for he didn't continue the conversation and didn't attempt to bring it up again the next night. In fact, he hardly said two words to me as we both got into bed. "You're upset with me." I said, stating the obvious. And for a second I thought he wasn't going to answer, until I felt the bed shift and he rolled over on his side, facing me. "Upset? No. Disappointed, feeling used...absolutely! I feel as I'm in high school again, stealing kisses from my boyfriend, behind supply closet and bathroom doors. You MAKE me feel DIRTY Neil. And you know what the worst part of all of this is, I let you do this to me! I don't know anyone else who would put up with this crap...but for some reason, I can't seem to let you go." And to say his words hurt, was only the tip of the iceberg. I may have been taking things unbelieveable slow because of my own personal feelings and trust issues, but I did not think I was in anyway using Tim. I liked him a lot and deep, deep, deep down, I thought that I could grow to love him but I was not just using him as a distraction.....was I? And even if I wanted to delve deeper into those thoughts, Tim didn't give me the chance, as he started speaking again. "But maybe I should. Maybe we need time a part to see if this `relationship' is what you really want Neil. Maybe we'll date other people. You can use that time to see if I'm worthy of your affection and trust 100% of the time." I tried to read his facial expressions, to get some insight into how I should respond but he displayed no emotion. "Maybe you're right. Time a part may be a good thing. But please get one thing Tim. I never used you. I've been honest with you about everything from the start and you agreed to give me as much time as I needed to get shit sorted out in my head. Also, you are worth my trust and affection. I'm sorry if I've made you feel differently." At this point, I reached out and placed the palm of my left hand on his cheek, caressing it. He closed his eyes and nuzzled into my touch, before leaning over and kissing me on the lips. After a few minutes, he pulled away from me and rolled over until his back greeted me, signaling that the conversation was over....and for that I was grateful. David I don't know who was more surprised, me or my dad. By the look on his face, I knew he hadn't been expecting me and I wouldn't be surprised if I were wearing a matching expression. "Where are YOU coming from at..." I looked down at my watch and then back up at him, trying to hide the smirk that was tugging at the corners of my mouth, "6:30 in the morning? Work emergency again?" And for a second, I thought that he was going to pass out, as his complexion became paler and he began to stumble over his words. "I um...I was...I just went for a walk. It's such a nice day outside and....um, what are you doing home anyway? I thought you were spending the night with James?" My smirk was now more pronounced than ever as I responded, "I did, he had to go into work early so he gave me a ride home. I'm surprised you didn't see him on your walk around the block, he just dropped me off." And watching my dad turn 10 shades of red was just too much for me to handle. I burst out laughing, clutching my stomach as my eyes literally sprung tears. And it became apparent to my dad that I knew what was going on, for he started laughing right along with me. "You know you're a little shit for doing that, don't you? If you weren't my son David, I would...." "But I am and you won't. You shoulda seen your face dad. Looking guilty as shit. I didn't know if you were gonna pass out or piss your pants!" He looked over at me, albeit, a little less red and shook his head, "You just surprised me is all. I didn't expect you to home." And that part I knew to be true. For the past few weeks, I had the faint suspicion that my dad had been spending his nights elsewhere. I would come home to an apartment too tidy (not showing the usual mess that is our rush hour morning routine) and his bed, too perfectly made up. I didn't want to jump to conclusions but what else could I do...I think my dad was spending his nights with another man. At first, I was angry to think that he had moved on from James. I had held out hope that they would eventually get back together, if for nothing else, then for my sake. But as time went on, I came to accept that their relationship as partners were over. I wasn't happy about it but I had come to accept that. And a part of accepting that meant dealing with the very real possibility that they both would eventually meet and begin dating other people. James, I was almost sure, was too busy to date. I mean with his open door policy of me dropping by whenever, that probably left little time for him to get freaky. My dad on the other hand worked pretty regular hours and I knew for a fact that he was spending nights that I was out, somewhere else. I had my suspicions about who he was with but I was afraid to ask. "I can tell. Well, I hope you had a good time, wherever you were." As I turned to walk in the direction of my room, my dad gently touched my shoulder and spun me around. "David I...I'm seeing someone." And it was as if you could hear a pin drop. I hadn't been expecting that and by the look on my dads' face, I don't think he expected to tell me that. "The guy from uncle Matts' party...Tim?" He looked at me and nodded. And at that moment, I felt a range of emotions hit me...anger, resentment, relief...anger because it meant that he and James would not be getting back together, resentment because some other dude was taking over my dads' time and relief....well, I felt relief because finally my dad was being honest with me about the things happening around me. "Are you ok David? I didn't mean to just blurt it out like that." And looking at his face, I knew that he was feeding off of my reaction. "Dad, it's fine. I'm.....I'm cool with it. If you want to be with other people then be with other people." And even though my words felt hollow to my own ears, I hoped that my dad wouldn't pick up on it. It was too early for us to be having a heart to heart conversation. He nodded his head and reached for me, gently grasping my shoulder and pulling me into his chest. It was a comforting position to be in for me and it brought back memories from my childhood...running into his arms after a day of kindergarten, holding on to him after I hurt myself playing in the playground, sitting in his lap and nozzling the side of his neck as he read me a bed time story. I felt the first set of tears fall down my face and quickly reached up and wiped them away. I couldn't afford to have an emotional breakdown today, not when the plans for my party weren't nailed down yet. I pulled away from him and stepped back. "Dad...my party...." I started and stopped as he held up his hand, signaling me to stop talking. "Yeah, your party. So, I found a place but there are some rules and David, I do mean rules. We were lucky to even get this place." I looked at him, excitement brewing inside me...what the hell was he talking about. "Dad...where?" "Well Tim has offered to host your party in his loft. It's in the meatpacking district and he's really good friends with a party planner so they're going to take care of catering and a DJ...." And as my dad prattled on, I heard none of it. No fucking way! Did he just say catering and a DJ. Forget that, it was gonna be in the city! Holy Shit, my friends were gonna shit bricks when they heard that. "You're not bullshitting me, right dad? This is not one of those birthday pranks that you and James used to pull on me, right? You're serious about the location and the DJ and the food?" He smiled at me and nodded his head before responding with, "Uh-huh. You gotta cap the invite list to fifty people and there will be no alcohol served young man but the place is yours....if you want it ." As if I'd say no! And for a moment, I forgot the fact that Tim was my dad's new fuck buddy, that he and James would probably run into each other and that shit could and probably would get awkward, but you know what, none of that shit mattered at that moment. I was gonna have my 17th birthday party in the fucking meat packing district and that was all that mattered. James When Neil had called to let me know that he had found a place, I was under the impression that he had found one of those community centers in Brooklyn that would rent out their halls for cheap. I also thought that we would go the route of Costco and purchase a few dozen hamburger patties and buns, several bags of potato chips and a Costco cake. So imagine my surprise when Neil told me not to worry about it. "What do you mean `don't worry about it'. I thought we were gonna split things down the middle, 50/50." "It's not that, a friend of Matt's offered his place and he happens to know some people that would provide the music and the food." "Ok...well how much is music and food gonna cost? I'll give you half." And even though he was adamant that he had it covered, I still ended up penning a check for $500. Now sitting here, in the loft of somebody's door manned building, I was curious to know who this friend of Matt was. I walked over to Matt who was nursing what looked like a Long Island Iced, and took a seat next to him at the bar (yeah...this place had it's own bar). "Matt, damn man! If I knew your inner circle was like this, I woulda had you pay for me when we used to go partying back in the day." He looked over at me and grinned, "What the fuck are you talking about man?" I pointed to our surroundings, the look a like penguin waiters, the open bar, the DJ spinning the latest tunes. "This man. So who's your friend. I want to thank him. David is having a kick ass good time and he's never gonna forget this birthday. This place is fly!" Matt looked at me and grinned. I could tell that he was half way there to getting drunk, as his eyes had started to glass over. This was the first night that he had been out by himself since Michelle had given birth and I knew that he was relishing in the moment to have some alone time. "That it is man. Tim works with me at the hospital as a psychiatrist so you know he's no hurting for money." "Apparently not man." I stated, looking around once again. "But he must be a damn good friend to let us use his place and connections, what gives?" Matt started to snicker, a drunken trait of his that I was all too familiar with, "Well when you're getting some on the regular you're almost always willing to help out anyway you can." I was perplexed by is comment, but didn't have time to follow up as David walked up to me, throwing his arms around me and holding on tight. "I love you dad. I can't believe you guys did this for me. My friends are having a kick ass time and the DJ is the shitz and I know that they'll probably be talking about this party for the next few weeks. Shit, I feel like I won the fucking lottery or something." And to hear my son sound so happy, so content with his life, it made me want to break down. But I knew that this wasn't the time or place. "You're welcomed kid! You deserved this and more. After the year you've had, you've earned it." And he had. This kid had been through more in the past year than most kids his age. He had experienced the breakdown of his family unit, the instability of me and his dads' constant bickering and the burden of being the grown up when me and his dad couldn't get our shit together. "Make sure that you write a thank you card to Matt's friend. It was nice of him to let you host your party here." David pulled away from me and nodded his head before responding with, "I already gave a card to dad to give to him." And the look that appeared on his face gave me the impression that he didn't mean to say to me. "Dad, gotta go mingle, I'll see you later." And with that, he was off, in the direction of the makeshift dance floor where about 30 screaming kids were dancing to the latest T.I. track. "Ok....um...cool." I whispered to myself. I suddenly felt as if something was nawing at me but I didn't quite know what it was. I got up from the bar and headed towards the front door. All of a sudden, I felt as If I needed air. Neil I felt as if I were a teenager again, sneaking off into the night for stolen kisses with my girl. I knew that it was risky doing this with him, right in the open but I figured that with the temps, no one would be venturing up to the roof tonight. "Damn Neil, I can feel your cock. I wanna fuck you so bad." His breath was tickling my ear and his soft kisses left me tenting in my pants. I felt his hand reach down and grab a chunk of my ass through the corduroy my pants, and I had to force myself to take a step back. "Down boy! We can't do this now babe. What would the kids think?" I chuckled He let go of me and started to readjust himself. I could make out the beginnings of a wet spot on his crotch area and It took all of my strength not to get down on my knees and suck him off right then and there. "So, the kids having a good time?" He asked, leaning against the barrier that encased the roof while reaching out for my hand. I allowed him to pull me towards him, effectively sandwiching us. I enclosed my hands around his waist and leaned my head against his shoulder. "Good time? Try fucking amazing. Oh Tim, I don't know how I can ever thank you enough for doing this for me and David. I know I haven't made this situation easy on you and..." "And I love you babe so thanks are not needed. You're already making progress by telling David about us so..." And truth be told, it wasn't as bad as I had imagined it would be. David didn't freak out, he didn't have an emotional breakdown and he didn't call me a traitor. I still wasn't up to him meeting Tim yet but this small victory had bought me some time before a possible meeting would have to take place. "So you're saying you're not still pissed at me for all my procrastination?" Tim looked down at me and planted a kiss on my nose, "I was never pissed at you Neil, only disappointed...but I can think of some ways that you can make it up to me. After the party we could..." his sudden lull in conversation caught my attention and I looked up at him. Something must have caught his attention for he was staring past me, most likely towards the door to the roof. "What the hell is so interesting over there..." I began to ask and then stopped, as my head turned and my eyes adjusted to the figure standing by the door. And it was as if I had gotten the wind knocked out of me. `No, no, no', I began to scream in my mind as his eyes met mine and he quickly opened the door and exited. "Hmm, looks like we weren't the only ones looking for an escape." He quipped, oblivious to my inner turmoil. He continued to hold on to me, noting that I was shaking like a leaf but chalking it up to the weather. "We better get you back to your party babe before anyone realizes you're gone and outta the cold before your dick freezes." He chuckled at his own joke but I was too much in shock to chuckle right alongside him. And as I disengaged myself from Tim, I wondered how in the hell I was gonna be able to face him again.