Chapter Five - Questions

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Okay, thank you for letting me get through that last bit without interruptions. It's much easier to talk to you without you asking all those questions. Just hold on a minute will you? I need to get some water if you want me to go on. I know, I know. Just gimme a minute.

My parents are paying you to listen to me, right? No? You'd think you'd have something else to do, other than listening to me tell you about what happened. You don't? Hmm. You must have a boring life. Hey, don't get all pissy. You want me to go on or not?

Okay... where did I leave off? Oh yeah.

"I'm home!" Robin called. Jack looked up from the table where he was doing his homework, then went right back to it

"Hello, Robin," his mom said as she met us at the door. In a cooler tone, she greeted me. "Hello, Joey."

"Hello, Mrs. Williamson. Thank you for having me over for dinner." Her eyes locked onto mine, and I felt like my life lay open before her. I wanted to drop my eyes, to stop her from seeing too much, but I couldn't.

"Um, Mum?"

"Eh? Oh, sorry. You're certainly welcome, Joey. Supper will be ready in a jiff."

"Hi, son. Gidday, Joey. It's nice to meet you." Robin's father was an imposing sight, or at least it seemed to me and the butterflies in my stomach.

"N-nice to meet you, too, Mr. Williamson." I thought I heard a snicker from the dining room table, and Robin was glaring at Jack, murder in his eyes.

"Go wash up, boys," his mother said. "Jack, set the table please." As we went back to the bathroom, Jack glared and grumbled, but did as his mother asked.

What? Jack? Well, he liked to cause us problems, but if it came down to it, he'd be with us. Like him? Yeah, I suppose, in a little brother sort of way. Anyway....

Once in the bathroom, I hugged Robin and kissed him hard, but fast. He smiled, and once again I was lost in his eyes. How beautiful they were. I wanted them to be the first thing I saw in the morning, and the last thing I saw at night. As I lost myself in those green eyes, my love for him redoubled. I didn't realize how long we'd been standing there until Mr.. Williamson cleared his throat behind me.

"Come on, wash up. Supper is almost on the table." I turned to answer him, but he gave me the same stare his wife had. Again I couldn't drop my gaze. His eyes pierced my soul, baring everything. I shuddered.


He finally broke eye contact and glanced to Robin. "Yes, son?"

"Do you mind? We need to wash up."

"Oh, yes. Right." He walked back toward the dining room.

"I hate it when he does that. Mum too." Robin turned on the water and adjusted the temperature."

"Does what?"

"Gives you the look over, like you're galah or an bogan or something. Ever since they found out I'm gay, they do that to every one of my male friends. Not that I've had many since...."

"Galah? Bogan?"

"Oh. Galah is like a fool or an idiot. Bogan is like a bloke you don't pay any mind to." Robin shook his head. "I hate it when they do that."

"It's okay, Robin," I said, "I understand why."

"It's NOT okay. It's RUDE. And they tell US to watch OUR manners." He was obviously furious. Peeking out and down the hall, I saw that we were alone for the moment.

I moved behind him, put my arms around his waist, and pulled him to me. I could feel his rear rubbing against my crotch. I started to get an erection. "It's okay, I don't mind. Really." He pushed himself back into me, making me even harder.

Robin turned in my arms, reached behind me, and dried his hands on a towel. Then he put his hands around my waist and pulled us together, forcefully. I could feel his erection against mine. He stared into my eyes for a moment, then kissed me lightly.

"I love you, Joey."

"I love you, too. I really should wash my hands so we can eat." He smiled, and moved so I could get to the sink.

A moment later, Jack came down the hall. "What are you guys doing in here, giving each other a wank? Supper's on the table."

"Just finished washing up, Jack."

Jack answered with a dubious glare. "Right." I dried my hands, and followed Robin and Jack to the table.

Mrs. Williamson had really put out a spread. Steak with mashed potatoes and gravy, dinner rolls, a green salad, and steamed corn on the cob. It looked and smelled delicious, and there was plenty of it!

We sat down at the table, with Mr. Williamson at the head, Robin and his mother across from each other, and Jack and I across from each other.

Robin's dad asked, "Joey? Do you give thanks in your home?" Omigod. What do I say? What's the answer they're looking for? Seeing my discomfiture, he continued, saying. "We aren't much for praying, ourselves, but we do give thanks. Robin, if you would please?"

"Thank you for your bounty and grace, Lord. Amen." We echoed his last word, and then we dug in.

I wasn't sure what to expect. At my house, it's whoever grabs what gets first choice. Here, it seemed to be a bit more orderly. Mr. Williamson took a piece of beef, then passed the plate to his wife. She had dished up her potatoes, and passed it to Jack, who passed me the green beans, and so on. Once everyone had filled their plate, we started eating together.

A few minutes into the meal, the conversation started. I really had been dreading this since Robin had asked me to dinner. I was SO worried I'd say the wrong thing, and that would be it. We wouldn't be allowed to see each other anymore.

Of course I was nervous! You would have been, too, knowing that if you gave the wrong answer, you wouldn't be able to see your boyfriend again. Why would you ask a stupid question like that? This was the first time I had to talk to them face to face, and I was scared shitless. Not really. That came later, but dinner was nerve wracking, too. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatever. Can I go on?

Robin's dad said, "Robin and Jack tell us you're captain of the swim team, eh?"

"The junior swim team, sir."

"Ah, still, quite an accomplishment. How long have you been swimming?"

"In competition? About four years. Two years in a league, and two years in school."

"Jack says you're quite good, eh? You must be a real ringer." Mrs. Williamson asked.

"I'm not sure about that, ma'am. I just enjoy swimming. It keeps me in shape."

"Of course. Do you have any siblings?"

"Yes ma'am, a sister. She's nine."

Mr. Williamson asked, "What do your parents do, Joey?"

"Well, sir, my father is a civil engineer for Palo Alto, and my mom is an accountant for a local tax office."

"They spend a lot of time at work, do they?"

"Yes, sir."

"How do you manage with them not being there, Joey? It seems a lonely life, eh?" I couldn't tell if Mrs. Williamson was criticizing my parents, or if she was sincere in her statement.

"I manage just fine. Mom and Dad make it a point to be home on the weekends, and for the most part, they are."

What now? Sure, it would have been nice if my parents would have been home more, but the way things worked out, Robin and I liked things just the way they were. Do I resent them being gone while I was a kid? Uh... well, kind of. But I had a lot of friends from school, and swimming. I think I turned out fine. Don't look at me like that! I'm not a serial killer or anything. I should just get up and walk away right now. All right, but no more comments like that. It pisses me off.

"Do you watch your sister after school then?"

"No, ma'am. She stays at a friends house until Dad picks her up. I have practice, so I can't be home all the time when she is." A short silence settled over the table, until Jack asked me to pass him the potatoes.

Gathering my courage, I asked, "Mr. Williamson, Mrs. Williamson, I'd like to invite Robin over for dinner some night this weekend, to properly meet my family. Would that be okay?"

They looked at each other, and Robin's dad said, "We'll discuss it."

"Thank you."

The remainder of dinner was spent in pleasant small talk, them asking me more questions about school and my parents, the history class Robin and I shared, the swimming team schedule, and anything else that came up. Gradually, I relaxed enough to enjoy talking with them. After dinner, Mrs. Williamson served us Kiwi Lime pie with ice cream. I still don't know how I managed to eat all that food, but I did.

Robin and I helped to clear away the dishes and put them in the dishwasher. I was finally in a position to see Robin's face again without straining my neck and being obvious about it. I didn't like what I saw. He was unhappy, and worried. I smiled in reassurance, but the weak smile he gave in return didn't bode well.

Just wait! Man, you're impatient!

I knew I was in for it when Mr. Williamson sent his sons to their rooms. Robin's eyes clearly expressed the anxiety and fear he was feeling. He knew as well as I this was a make-or-break situation.

"Go on, Robin. We're not going to bite him." With great reluctance, he followed his father's instructions, allowing Mr. and Mrs. Williamson to focus their full attention on me. The eagles in my stomach took flight, having replaced the butterflies when Robin and Jack were banished to their rooms. I sat in a recliner, and they sat on the couch opposite me.

Mr. Williamson asked, "You know why we're here, in this country, don't you?" I nodded, not trusting my voice. "Then you understand why we're so protective of our children. Robin was hurt very badly. Not just physically, but emotionally as well. That boy raped my son, then raped him again by spreading those vicious rumors about school. He tried to kill himself. You know that, too?" my eyes widened at the thought, and I nodded again, still not trusting my voice.

Mrs. Williamson said, "We will not allow a similar situation to occur here. If we think it best, we will forbid him from seeing you. If you hurt a hair on his head...." She left the threat unsaid as her husband patted her arm.

Mr. Williamson asked, "What are your intentions toward my son?"

"I want Robin as a friend." My voice squeaked, much to my embarrassment.

"What kind of friend?"

I thought quickly before I responded. "I want him to be my friend, then my best friend. Then... maybe more."

"You'll be gay, then?" Suddenly flushed, I nodded slowly. "Are you sure you're gay, and not just wanting to play with Robin's willy for a while?"

I blushed even harder. My voice squeaked again as I tried to speak, but after clearing my throat, I regained control and said, "As sure as I can be. I've never wanted to be with girls." I couldn't believe it. Here I was confessing my deepest darkest secret to Robin's parents.

"Who all knows you're gay?"

"You, Jack, and Robin. That's it."

"You don't want to tell your parents?"

"No! Not yet. I'm not sure how they'll react. I'm... scared. I really can't believe I'm telling you all this. I wouldn't be, if it weren't for Robin."

"You care for him that much, eh?"

"I do." They nodded as one, then Mrs. Williamson took over the questioning.

"How long have you known you were attracted to boys?"

"It seems like forever. Since I became aware of that kind of thing, at least."

"Have you ever been with anyone?"

I was starting to get angry. That was none of their business. I had to keep my focus on Robin though. I would endure anything for him. "No. Never."

"Why is it so important to you to have Robin as a friend?"

I blinked at the change in direction. "A lot of reasons. He's a decent guy, good looking, um, fun to be with, and..."

"Go on."

"I feel a ... a... special connection with him. I don't know what it is, but it's been there since I first saw him at school. I can't explain it."

The two adults looked to one another for a long moment, then Mr. Williamson asked the devastating question:

"Do you... love... my son?"

I sat there, looking between them, unsure how to answer them. Robin had given me no guidance on how to answer them, either. In an instant, I made up my mind.

"I've told you the truth so far, and I'll tell you the truth now. I feel... something strong for Robin. I don't know if it's love. I don't know what it is. But I want to spend every waking moment with him. I want to hold him when he's sad, and laugh with him when he's happy. I won't ever hurt him. Ever. It would kill me if I hurt him. I wouldn't be able to live with myself. And that's the God's honest truth."

Surprise colored their faces, and maybe a bit of fear. We stared at each other for the longest time. My eyes were watering with the effort. Mr. Williamson cleared his throat.

"Yes, well..., er, thank you for being honest, Joey. We'd like to, um, discuss what you've told us, eh? If you'd say your goodbyes for tonight, then?"

Deeply disappointed that I wouldn't get to spend any time with Robin, I said, "Yes, sir," and walked back to Robin's bedroom. The door was closed. I knocked lightly. "Robin? It's me."

"Door's open, mate." He stood as I opened the door. Taking in my crestfallen expression, his bottom lip began to quiver.

"You're parents have asked me to go home, Robin. They want to talk about what I told them."

"And what did you say?" He was actually trembling.

"I answered their questions as truthfully as I could. I have no idea what they're thinking."

Tears fell down his cheeks, and he threw himself into me. I caught him up in my arms and held him tightly as sobs wracked his frame. My tears were falling on his neck, wetting his shirt. When he spoke, his words were interrupted by the sobs. "I can't (sob) lose you, Jo- (sob) Joey. I'll die!"

"Hey now! Enough of that! You won't lose me, no matter what, okay? I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere, no matter what they say."

Mr. Williamson cleared his throat. "Okay, Joey, time for you to run along home."

Knowing full well he had heard what I said, I glared at him to reinforce my words. Robin's dad returned my look with a neutral expression.

"Bye, Robin. I'll call you tomorrow, okay?"

He nodded, and in a choked voice said, "Bye, Joey." His eyes said more. They said, 'I love you.' I smiled and found my own way to the door.

How did I feel? Sad. Hopeful. Anxious. Scared. Yes, I was horny too. What is this? You want all the details of my private life? Well, forget it. What's that? Oh, yeah. I forgot about that. I still can't believe I told you about that. No, I'm not gonna tell you! Use your imagination.

The walk home went by fast. So much was on my mind. Most of it about Robin. I didn't blame his parents for being wary of me. After all, we'd only known each other for a few days, but I swear, it feet like I knew him for my whole life.

I got home about seven. My mom and dad were in the living room watching TV. They seemed surprised to see me.

Mom asked, "What are you doing home so early? I didn't expect you until nine."

"Well, um, Mr. Williamson wanted to talk with his family. He asked me to leave early."

"Must have been important, then. Do you know what it was?"

"No, Mom," I lied.

"When do we get to meet him, Joey?"

"I wanted to invite him to dinner tomorrow night, Dad. Is that okay, Mom?"

"I don't see why not. We can have steak and potatoes."

I laughed. "That's what we had tonight. It was great, too."

"Alright then, what should we have?"

"You choose, Mom. I'll ask him tomorrow if there's anything he won't eat. If I can, I'd like to spend the day with him."

"Don't forget you have to help me clean out the garage tomorrow."

"I didn't. Maybe Robin will help." I shrugged. "If not, then I'll just go over later, or he'll come here. We might go roller blading."

"I didn't know you knew how to roller blade."

Grinning, I said, "I don't. He's got an old set of blades that'll fit me."

"Don't forget pads and a helmet, Joey. You'll have to get those."

"Could I have some money for tomorrow?"

"I don't see why not. But you have to buy your equipment out of this." Dad handed me two twenties and a ten.

"Let me call a shop and see how much it'll be."

After talking to two shops, I found a set of pads and a helmet for $75. Dad said he'd get me the money tomorrow morning. I could use them for my skateboard too.

It was really hard to sit there and watch TV with my folks and sister. I was still agitated from the conversation I'd had with Robin's parents. Did I say the right things? Did I blow it by being straight up with them? I hope not. I really loved that guy.

As I thought about Robin, the inevitable happened: I started thinking of the great sex we had, and I got an erection. I excused myself, went to my room, and gave myself some relief, the whole time imagining Robin's hand was bringing me off. It didn't take long, but it was barely quick enough. My dad opened my door to say good night just as I finished cleaning up and put on my shorts. Sometimes, having a hair-trigger can be a good thing.

What can I say? I'm teenager. A horny teenager, with a good imagination. Plus, I'd been thinking about Robin that whole night. Are you perving on me? I'd feel better if you moved over there, further away from me. Then stop asking those kind of questions! You need to take a break? Don't mind me. I'll wait while you 'take care of business'. No? Okay then.

Saturday morning dawned cold and clear. If Spring was rapidly approaching, it was approaching somewhere else. Between the rain and the fog, it seemed Spring would never come.

I got out of bed and threw on my sweats. Mom and Dad were up already, eating breakfast. Beth was still asleep. Bleary eyed, I stumbled into the kitchen.

"Good morning, tiger."

"Morning, dad. Morning, Mom." She gave me a quick peck on the cheek as she passed me to the pantry.

"Do you want hash browns, honey?"

"Sure. Do we have any more of that sausage left?"

"Yes. You want some?"

"In an omelet, please."

"Coming right up."

Mom and Dad were good people. I don't just say that because I'm their son, either. Their marriage was good, as far as I could tell. I never heard them fight. Neither has Beth, and I've asked her. That doesn't mean they don't....

Why are you asking about them fighting? You trying to put ideas into my head? Stop it. My parents are fine! As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted... again....

Dad's 44 years old, and a civil engineer, like I said before. He's worked with Palo Alto as long as I can remember. It's a good job, and pays pretty well, according to him. His name? Of course. Richard. He prefers Rick, though. My Dad's tall, about 6'1", and a little overweight. Comes from sitting at a desk all day, he says. I get my hair and eyes from him.

Mom is 40. She looks a bit younger, maybe 37 or 35. She's an accountant, and spent a lot of time at work during tax season. I was surprised to see her home, actually. She says her job is okay, but she'd rather be doing something else. She's about 5'7" or so, and weighs about 135. Her name is Karen.

As I was finishing up breakfast, Beth announced her presence. "I'm hungry!"

"Morning, sis."

"Morning, Joey. How was dinner with Robin's family?"

"It went okay. I had to leave early."


"I don't know, really, but Mr. Williamson asked me to go."

"Oh. That's weird."

I hummed my agreement, and took my plate to the dishwasher. I was half way back to my room to get ready for a shower when the phone rang. Breaking the speed records for land and air at the same time, not to mention several household rules, I got to the phone first. Mom glared at me and shook a finger in rebuke. I nodded and waved her away as I answered.


"Gidday, mate."


"Yah, who did you bleedin' think it was, eh?"

"I was hoping you'd call. How'd things go?"

"Why don't you come over and see?" he whispered seductively, then in a normal voice, said, "Mum and Dad want to talk to you again."

"Another inquisition?" I moved around the corner for a bit more privacy.

"Nah, mate. Nothing like that. Can you come?"

"Hold on. I'll ask." Returning to the kitchen, I said to Dad, "The Williamson's would like me to come over. Can we clean the garage tomorrow?"

He looked at me hard. "You know we're going up to Tahoe tomorrow. The snow won't be up there much longer."

Against hope, I asked, "Can we do it next weekend then?"

Dad frowned. "I don't suppose one weekend will matter. But next Saturday; no excuses!"

"Okay Dad. Thanks!" Turning back to the phone, I said to Robin, "When do you want me to come over?"

"Anytime. Mum and Dad went out to the store and should be back soon. Jack is here, too."

"Okay. I'll be over right after I shower."

"Can't wait, lover." His voice was quiet, husky.

"Me either. See you soon."

"Love you, Joey."

"Same here." Not wanting him to think I was blowing him off, I said, "I'll tell you more about that later, okay?"

"You better believe it, mate!"

"See ya soon."


I hung up the phone, and headed back to take my shower.

Yes, I did. I was thinking about Robin. What can I say. Sometimes things... just pop up, and they need to be taken care of. You really ARE perving on me, aren't you.

Just as I was leaving, Dad asked, "Are you going to the skate shop today?"

"Well, not this morning, anyway. Maybe this afternoon?"

"Okay. Here's another fifty bucks. Get what you need."

"Wow! Thanks, pop!)

"I'd rather you didn't crack open your brain bucket, so I suppose we should get you the right equipment. Have a good time at Robin's."

"Dinner will be at six, Joey. Don't be late."

"Okay. Later!"

I gave Mom and Dad Robin's phone number before I left, at their insistence. It was no skin off my nose. I all but ran to Robin's place, wondering what his parents had to say to me. It had to be good news judging by Robin's voice. I smiled to myself. I'm sure it's good news.

Jack answered the door. "Hello, Joey." His face was carefully neutral. I couldn't tell what he was feeling or thinking. "We're in the family room." I shucked my jacket and followed him. Robin was sitting on a loveseat, and his parents were sitting on the couch, where they had last night. Jack took the recliner, leaving me no option but to sit next to Robin. Not that I'm complaining, really. Under the circumstances, it made me nervous.

I sat gingerly, but Robin jerked me back and put his arm around my shoulders. Mr. and Mrs. Williamson smiled when I looked at them, Mr. Williamson going as far as giving me a slight nod. Jack still wore an unreadable expression.

"You can see our decision, Joey. After speaking with Jack and Robin, and considering what you said last night, we've decided to allow you both to be friends. If more comes of it... we'll deal with that if it happens.

"To clarify our position, we're placing a great trust in you, Joey. You have it within your power to expose Robin to the world., and make all of our lives difficult to say the least. We can't afford to move again.. Jack loves it here, as does Robin, but I think his judgment is suspect at the moment." He grinned at Robin and I. "We like it here, too."

I cleared my throat. "I would never do anything to hurt Robin, or any of you. I would never tell anyone about Robin. Besides, that would out myself as well, and I'm not ready for that." I looked into Robin's eyes again. "I can't imagine this would happen, but if things don't work out between us, I'll keep my promise to keep your secrets. You have my word." I glanced back at Robin's parents. They were smiling.

Jack spoke. "I think I know how Robin feels about you. I like you too, but as a mate, not as a boyfriend. But I have to tell you, if you do anything to hurt us, I will bloody well kill you."

"Jack!" Mrs. Williamson was scandalized, but Jack held my gaze until I answered him.

"I've given my word. I'll never do anything to consciously hurt him, or you, or your parents."

"See that you don't, then we'll all be happy, eh?" He stood in front of me and offered his hand. "Mates?"

I stood and shook. He had a firm grip. "Mates." Mr. Williamson shook my hand as well. Mrs. Williamson hugged me and pulled me down so she could kiss my forehead. With that, everyone abandoned Robin and me in the family room. He stood and pulled me to him, kissing me deeply, his tongue darting in and out, probing against mine.

"Joey! You're wanted on the phone!" Funny. I didn't hear the phone ring.

"Be right there!" Robin smiled hungrily, moving in to continue our liplock, but I stopped him. "Don't move! I'll be right back." I backed away from him, holding a finger up, admonishing him to stay put.

I picked up the phone. "Hello?"

"Joey?" It was Mom. "We are going down to San Jose for a while. We want to look at some new furniture to replace that old bed of yours, and maybe a desk."

"I still want a double."

"We'll see what we can find. We should be back in a few hours. Beth is going to stay at Kim's while we're gone. She might stay over."

"Okay. See you."

"Bye." I hung up the phone and trotted back to the family room, but Robin had moved.

I went back to his bedroom and found him sitting on his bed, bouncing slightly, with a broad smile on his face.

"Guess what?"


"My parents are gone. They won't be back for a couple hours. Care to come over?"

Without shame, he cupped my quickly growing erection in his hand. "You need to ask?"

"Let's go."

"Let me tell Mum and Dad." He did so while I said my goodbyes as well. Robin promised to be home this afternoon prior to dinner, and then we were off.

Duh. Of COURSE we went to my house.. We were both horny. How many times do I have to say it? We're teenagers! You know- hormones and stuff. You should know, as much as you're getting off on MY story.

We all but sprinted the distance from his place to mine. I let us in through the back door, and kissing all the way, made it up to my room.

We slowed down a little bit. Robin undressed me, his hands and tongue exploring my body, bringing me to full hardness. I almost lost my legs as he took my dick in his mouth, gently sucking for a few moments, before moving on. I undressed him, and followed his example.

Collapsing back onto my bed, our lips never lost contact. Our tongues were dueling back and forth for a second, then exploring each other's mouth. I licked those soft lips, relishing the feel of his tongue on mine. Our hands we're idle, either. I ran my hands over his naked form, through his head, down his neck, over his chest and belly, up his sides, and back down to cup his firm ass. He mimicked my movements. Our breathing had grown ragged, and our stiff cocks proved our excitement.

I pushed him, forcing him to lay on his back, giving me full access to his throbbing cock. He wasn't circumcised. His foreskin fascinated me. I jacked him a couple times, skinning his dick as I did so. With a hungry leer, I took him into my mouth, sucking him hard. He moaned and gasped, coming close, but never quite reaching the peak. I stroked my own dick in time with my mouth moving up and down Robin's teenage hardness.

He gasped and said, "I'm gonna lose it, mate! Oh, bloody hell! Here it comes!"

Spurt after spurt of his juice rocketed down my throat, sweet and salty. I couldn't take it all, and some leaked out of my mouth.

"Oh, my GOD!" Whipping around, I saw my mother's face.

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