Date: Sun, 27 Mar 2022 10:04:00 +0000 From: Andrew Passey Subject: A Forbidden Romance Part Twelve (Young Friends) "So, is Mark gay?" I asked Pete on the way to school on Monday morning. In my head it had been a set up to let Mark wank Pete off and me and Max do it without causing any problems or issues for anyone. "Maybe, I'm not quite sure but he's always talking about comparing and the loser wanking the winner off. So as he's not got the world's biggest dick just yet it's clear he wants to wank boys off. Maybe he's just horny though. I did tell him I thought the pair of you might be up for a game and so it all worked out fine! It was very gay but also the best cum I've had ever!" I knew what he meant as wanking off with Max was amazing and I couldn't wait to do it again. When that opportunity would be I didn't know but I wanted it to happen again soon. My birthday was fast approaching but it was made clear to me that I wasn't going to be able to celebrate it with a party. "There's nothing to celebrate Ben," Dad said firmly when I mentioned over dinner that I'd like a small gathering for turning fourteen. I could tell Mum wasn't necessarily on board with Dad but as usually she stayed quiet. "It's my birthday!" I protested. He shook his head, "maybe next year when you're back to normal. It's too risky, maybe you might jump one of the boys and molest him in your bedroom. Think how bad that would be for everyone involved?" "I am not going to jump any boys! I am not a pervert! YOU are the one obsessed about what thirteen and fourteen year old boys are doing together in their bedrooms, maybe you need to look at yourself?!" I said raising my voice. Mum tried to calm the situation down but Dad them significantly upped the stakes. "I've had enough. We're fixing this right now. I heard about a place that can help boys like you. Conversion therapy I think they call it. Helps reprogram your brain so you get back to being normal.. They can fix boys like you." "I do not need to be fixed!" I shouted. "Yes you do!" He shouted back. "That's enough," Mum said standing up and putting her hands between us. "Ben go to your room. Bill, I'm sorry but this conversion therapy is a non starter. However maybe we can explore less extreme alternatives." I stormed off to my room furious at how I was being treated, how dare he! Conversion therapy? I didn't really know anything about it but I knew enough from what he'd said to know there was no way in hell I was going to do it. I wasn't broken. I didn't need fixing. I was gay. That's all. What was so difficult for him to understand? It was like the news of it or him seeing me kissing Max had driven him insane. A couple of weeks later I had the world's most boring birthday. The atmosphere in the house wasn't great and nobody was getting on well. I was trying to ignore Dad and his homophobic jibes.I could hear him and Mum arguing at times. She was pretty cold with me and seemed to suggest all of this was my fault. All in all it was a very miserable house. It felt like things were slowly building up to a larger confrontation but up to now we'd all backed away from it. An explosion that size couldn't be controlled and who knows what the outcome would be. As well as being stressed about the whole situation, I was also sexually frustrated. Me and Max had been a couple for over a couple of months now and apart from touching his dick and wanking him off at the party I hadn't been able to do anything with him apart from a few brief kisses. It was like I had all the stress of a relationship without any of the benefits. I wanted to kiss for hours, I wanted to touch him, suck him, taste his cum. I felt like I was missing out. I suppose in reality if you had a boyfriend or girlfriend at fourteen then you probably didn't do any more than we'd done but it felt like things were different for me. Maybe that nascent experience with Gary had made me think I was older than I was but I was getting sick of having to work around all the restrictions Dad and Mum by association had put in place. It felt like Dad was keeping an even closer eye on me than normal after the fiasco of the conversion therapy argument. It seemed strange to me at first how much he'd changed since he found out I was gay and worse kissed a black boy. However I realised as time went on that he hadn't changed. He was always like this. I'd just tried to pretend it wasn't as bad it was, His racism had always been front and centre, his homophobia maybe less if only because I wasn't confronted by it on a daily basis. Now it seemed that was almost more important to him than the racism but maybe it was because I had become something he hated. Ultimately Dad seemed to think everyone else shared his views which had always made some social gatherings awkward. Mum's brother, Phil and his wife Sally and their sixteen year old son Jamie came to stay for a weekend a couple of weeks after my birthday Their daughter Megan was off at university so she wasn't visiting. I liked them but didn't see much of them as they lived pretty far away. They always brought their dog with them as well which Mum wasn't a massive fan of. They never got on with Dad given his views and his general coarseness but they were still part of the family so we caught up every now and again. I guess it would be a nice change to the usual routine. I wondered how Dad would handle everything. I presumed he was so embarrassed about my sexuality that he'd not want anyone to find out. That was my thinking anyway. However it quickly became clear on the Friday evening when they arrived that wasn't going to be the case. Everyone was in the front room chatting and drinking after dinner when Dad turned the conversation onto me. It didn't need to be brought up but he seemed to delight in making me, and maybe the rest of my Mum's family feel uncomfortable. Or maybe he just assumed they'd share his views. "So bad news Jamie, I'm afraid you're going to have to share a room with Ben for the weekend. Unless you would like the sofa in the front room? Personally I would given the circumstances but it's up to you." Jamie shrugged, "I've always shared with Ben when we've stayed before, it doesn't bother me at all." "Well you say that now but that was before," Dad said looking at me with a glare. "Before what?" Jamie asked. I could see Mum looked awkward and so did Phil and Sally. Clearly they knew all about it and I suspected Jamie probably did too but maybe he was just wanting my Dad to say the words. "Before he decided he was a cocksucking faggot!" Dad said not remotely trying to moderate his language even though we had guests. "Bill!" Mum said outraged. "Don't mother him Sue, it's what he is. Jamie should be warned in case Ben tries to molest him in the night." Everyone looked at Dad in shock but Jamie shrugged again. "There's nothing wrong with being gay uncle Bill. My best friend Rob is and it makes no difference to our friendship. Who you love shouldn't affect how people treat you. So I'm more than happy to share a room with Ben, he's a great boy to hang out with. He's not tried to molest me before nor will he try now. I think maybe you misunderstand what being gay is. Anyway I'm happy with the sleeping arrangements." I smiled at Jamie gratefully while Dad looked really pissed off. "More fool you Jamie," he said softly before Mum changed the subject much to the rest of the adults relief. It must have been really hard for my aunt and uncle to hear my Dad talk about me like that. No one likes to see confrontations and that sort of language when you're supposed to be having a nice weekend away. "Thanks for standing up for me earlier," I said to Jamie in my room later as we got ready for bed, "It was my pleasure. I knew you were gay but I wanted to see what your Dad says. He is such a dickhead. As I said nothing being wrong with being gay. Rob came out to me a few years ago and it didn't change a thing between us. Apart from me letting him give me a BJ every now and again!" "Really?" I replied in surprise as he smiled at me. "Yeah, he wanted to practice for when he met someone he really liked. So what could do I eh! I was more than happy to let him and help him out. . I made it clear I wouldn't touch him or anything like that, at least not regularly but was happy to have him suck me off. We have a lot of fun together, So what exactly happened? How did your dad find out? I told Jamie and he whistled at the end of the story. "Fuck, that is bad. Your Dad has always been a racist arsehole, no offence." "Tell me about it!" "Dunno why your Mum puts up with it!" Jamie said. "Me neither, but my life has become a fucking nightmare. I've been pretty much grounded for three months. I can go my mate Pete's for dinner once a week but Dad is keeping a close eye on me. Im not supposed to talk or see Max even though we play in the same team and go to the same school. Dad wanted to phone the school and "warn" them about me as well as stopping me swimming or anything else where boys might be naked." "He's insane! Does he seriously think you'll just rape anything that moves?! It's crazy. So have you and Max managed to do much together?" "Fuck all really. We've kissed a bit and a bit of hand stuff but nothing else. It's pretty frustrating!" "Don't worry, you've got time. Don't let it frustrate you both too much. I appreciate it's a shitty situation though, I wish I could help but your dad won't listen to me. Or anyone it seems." We chatted for a while longer before going to sleep. I felt much better after talking to Jamie. It was nice to know not everybody thought I was a monster just because I liked boys. I know that wasn't the case but when you're in the middle of it then it can be hard to remember that. If I didn't have a boyfriend maybe I'd even suggested I practice on Jamie as well but there was only one boy's dick that I wanted and it wasn't his!