Date: Sun, 28 Nov 2021 10:01:04 +0000 From: Wes Leigh Subject: Misunderstood, Chapter 9 (Gay Adult/Youth) MISUNDERSTOOD By Wes Leigh This is a work of fiction intended solely for the entertainment of my readers; any resemblance to any real people or places is purely coincidental. This story is the property of the author and is protected by copyright laws. The author retains all rights. No reproductions are allowed without the author's consent. If you enjoy this story, please support the Nifty archives today with a thoughtful donation by visiting https://donate.nifty.org/. Chapter Nine The signs were crudely made and their messages were cruel and hateful. "Dead Fags Go To Hell" "Burn with Lust--Burn in Hell" "Gay = Death Sentence" And those were just the ones Gray was able to read, for the camera was constantly jumping around, trying to show the people and their signs as they jostled with a line of police officers. The police refused to give ground, so the people shook their signs at the camera while chanting, "God hates fags. God hates fags. God hates fags." The camera panned sideways until a reporter appeared. She had to shout into her microphone to be heard over the chanting. "Funeral ceremonies in this small Oklahoma town were interrupted today by a large and very vocal group from the Eastridge Reformed Church, who came to protest the military honors accorded to Staff Sergeant Jeff Janson. According to their leader, Elder Randall Smith, Janson dishonored the military and his country because of his sexual orientation." A video clip of an angry, bearded man began playing. "Janson was a fag. He's headed to hell at this very moment, and that's where all fags will end up." The reporter interrupted him with a question. "Sergeant Janson was an honorably discharged veteran," she stated. "Doesn't that mean he earned the right to full military honors at his funeral?" The man practically spat on the microphone as he shouted, "He lost that privilege when he profaned his body in the arms of another man!" The reporter was back live again, yelling into her microphone to be heard over the screaming mob behind her. "Members of Smith's congregation were prevented from going into the church where Janson's memorial service was held, so they staged a protest outside the church and vowed to follow the funeral procession to the gravesite as well. However, those plans were halted when several people were arrested during a clash with Janson's family members." A second video played. It was chaotic and confusing. People holding signs were pushing forward against men in suits, who yelled and shook their fists. Signs were thrown and a shoving match began, with policeman rushing in to separate the two groups. Several people were wrestled to the ground and handcuffed. Gray's mom Carol sat on the couch, staring silently at the television in shock. His dad picked up the remote control and pressed the power button while muttering, "Disgusting." Gray stared at both his parents, trying to decipher their reactions to the news report, wondering what their opinions were of what they'd just seen. What had his dad meant when he called it `disgusting'? Was it the behavior of the protestors or the gay soldier that his dad found repulsive? The better question to ask was: How would they feel if they learned he was gay? His parents had always been so supportive, and they seemed to be two of the least judgmental people he'd ever met. But he still remembered his father's reaction years ago when he saw Gray on his bed with Aaron, their ten-year-old bodies quivering as they rubbed each other's boners. His father had been surprised, shocked, and concerned. Was he secretly opposed to homosexuality? And why hadn't his mother stepped up to defend them. They were only ten, and at the time, it seemed an innocent game. Just two boys exploring their bodies without really knowing what they were doing. She could have said something, but she'd kept her peace, never saying a word. That seemed to be her response to anything that was upsetting, like the news report they'd all just seen. Gray wasn't sure what to think, but it seemed to him that saying nothing was almost as bad as screaming, "God hates fags." Gray loved his parents. They had done so much for him over the years, and buying him the house was only the latest sign of their generosity and care. However, he couldn't help but wonder if that love would dry up the moment they learned that he was one of those "fags headed for hell." *** "Have you told them yet?" Jessica asked when he called her from his pickup. "No. I chickened out." "Why? Gray you really should tell them." He pulled onto the interstate and accelerated. "I was going to tell them," Gray said, "but a news report came on TV about some church group protesting a gay soldier's funeral." "I saw that," Jessica said. "What a bunch of morons!" "Yeah, well, my mom saw it and she didn't say a thing. My dad just said, `Disgusting' and turned the TV off. I didn't know what to do." "I'm confused. What do you think that means?" Gray sighed. "When mom didn't say anything, I didn't know if she agreed with the protestors or thought they were wrong. And I didn't know who dad thought was so disgusting. Might have been the protestors. Might have been the gay soldier. I just didn't know what to think, Jess." When Jessica didn't say anything, Gray became concerned. "You still there, Jess?" "Yeah," she said, her voice subdued and soft. "But I just can't imagine your parents hating gays. And certainly not hating you if you told them you're gay. That's simply isn't how they are." "I know. I know," Gray mumbled in agreement. "But now you see why I didn't tell them." Jessica's voice perked up as she said, "You still need to tell them. No matter what happens. They deserve to hear it from you, Gray." He sighed and said, "I'll tell them later, Jess. I promise." "I don't know why you're making such a big deal out of this, Gray. They probably know already. Parents have a supernatural way of knowing your deepest secrets. You know that, right?" "Wonderful. Give me something else to worry about." "Tell them, Gray." "I will." "TELL THEM!" He laughed. "I said I will. Now leave me alone." "Don't bother to call me until the deed is done." "Okay. I won't call you until I tell them." "Good. I'll call you tomorrow to see if you did." "I thought you said you weren't going to talk to me until I do it?" "No. I said YOU don't get to call ME. I can call you any time I want, and I will call you every day until you TELL THEM!" Gray laughed. "You're a nag, you know that?" Jessica laughed. "You love it when I nag you. Until you get a boyfriend, it's my job." "Gonna hang up now. I'm busy driving." "Where you going?" "To that no-kill animal shelter. I'm volunteering today." "Sweet! Have fun, Hot Buns." "Will try, Stink Eye." They laughed again as Gray disconnected the call. *** Amber licked Gray's fingers as he opened the kennel door and let her out. He snapped the leash onto her collar and took her down the hall while other dogs yapped and howled, hoping for their own turn next. Gray walked Amber outside and led her at a trot into an open field, where he set her free and ran next to her as she explored the empty lot. Eventually, they sat beneath a tree to catch their breath, enjoying the cool shade. Gray leaned back against the rough trunk while Amber curled up next to him, resting her massive head in his lap. He absent-mindedly scratched behind her ear as he thought about what Pam, the kennel owner, had just told him. A family had come into the shelter looking for a pet. They wanted a dog who would be gentle and loyal, who would protect their children from harm, and who would be well behaved when left alone. Pam had recommended Amber, bringing her out to meet the family. The mother had shied away in fear, asking what breed Amber was. When Pam told them Amber was a Pitbull and Mastiff mix, they immediately asked to see another dog. They had heard frightening stories about Pitbulls and wouldn't ever consider taking one as a family pet. Pam had returned Amber to her kennel and brought out an Australian shepherd mix, which the family had immediately adored. For Amber, it was a repeat of so many previous rejections, all because of her Pitbull heritage and the gossip humans so eagerly exchanged about them. Pam had warned Gray that Amber might never be adopted because of the bias people had against Pitbulls. It was unfair. It was wrong. And it was far too common. Gray stroked the soft fur on Amber's neck, thinking how ironic it was that he was here now, showing her love. She was horribly misunderstood, simply because of her breed. And gays were equally misunderstood, simply because of their sexual preference. Amber didn't seem to mind that he was gay. She loved him without reservation. But she was only a dog. What did she know about the value of a man? Jessica accepted him too, but she was a girl. That was certainly nice, but not what Gray wanted. No. He needed a boyfriend. Someone he could spend hours with every day, talking and holding hands and (he began blushing) doing other stuff that boyfriends did together. Someone who would understand him and love him. Until that day came ... He lifted Amber's head to stare into her eyes. "I love you, sweet girl. I want to tell you a secret, but you've got to promise not to tell anyone else. Okay?" Amber blinked and licked his hand. Gray chuckled and said, "If no one gives you a home in the next two weeks, I will. I just need a little more time to get everything moved into my new house. When I finish, I'll come get you. You will come home with me, and I'll love you forever. Does that sound good to you?" Amber lifted her head and stared intently at Gray. Then she barked once. He laughed. "Sounds like we've reached an understanding, you and I." He pushed himself up from the ground and began walking with Amber back to the kennel facilities. Pam stood at the window in her office and watched Gray with Amber. She recognized the signs. Turning back to her desk, she took out a blank adoption application and began filling it in with Amber's name and Gray's address. *** Gray's fingers shook with nervous excitement as he opened the box and removed the tissue paper packed in the top. Reaching in, he pulled out the plastic object and turned it over, examining it carefully. He found the hole where his cock would go in. He pushed a finger inside, tentatively, and smiled at how soft and smooth it was. With a bit of lube to slick it up, this would feel tremendous! He set the fleshlight on the table and turned to the other package. Opening the top flaps, he looked inside and saw a cock staring back at him. He blushed as he reached in, lifting out the dildo. "This is a medium?" he asked, turning the dildo slightly. It looked huge. Well, not that enormous, but certainly too big to put where he was planning to insert it. He frowned and placed it on the table next to the fleshlight. This was going to be an interesting experiment, but if he was serious about being gay, he figured it was time to try out some of the sexual activities that a future boyfriend might want him to do. He placed his cellphone on the edge of the bathroom sink and punched in the web address printed on the fleshlight outer package. He was immediately shown a smiling naked man who held up a fleshlight, much like the one he'd purchased. "Congratulations," the man said. "You will now experience some of the strongest orgasms you've ever had, all thanks to the Stimulator, the best rated fleshlight on the market today. In this video, you'll learn each of the features of the Stimulator, how to use it, and how to clean it." Gray paused the video, muttering, "I'm such a geek." He held up the Stimulator and turned it over slowly. It had a hole on one end, big enough to squeeze his cock inside. Why did he need a video to teach him how to use it? Most guys who bought one probably whipped out their junk, jammed their boner inside, and spewed their first load thirty seconds after opening the box. He started to get hard just imagining another guy sticking his erection up inside the Stimulator. Shaking his head at his own hopeless nerdiness, he started the video again. The naked guy patiently walked through the features of the Stimulator. For a sex toy, it was remarkably complex in design. The patented material of the inside sleeve accurately replicated the feel of a vagina or anus, depending on the user's preference, and would withstand thousands of penetrations without breaking down if properly maintained. The cleaning ports on the opposite end were cleverly hidden until a flap of material was pulled back, enabling easy and efficient cleansing of the Stimulator after each use. Gray snickered when he heard that. For some reason, he assumed you just kept using it over and over, but cleaning it out made sense too. He was anxious for the guy to hurry up and get to the demonstration. Finally, after five minutes of praising all the features of the Stimulator, the man pulled out a bottle of Sensual Comfort lube, sold on-line for $14.99 a bottle. The guy started to show several other lubes. Gray impatiently forwarded past the sales pitch until the guy held up the Stimulator and squirted a generous dollop of lube inside and all around the edges. Then he squirted more lube on his hand and began rubbing it all over his cock, which quickly grew to an impressive 8 or 9 inches in length. Gray raised his eyebrows. The guy was seriously hung and very sexy. His own cock sprang to attention seeing the dude smearing glistening gel all over his hard erection. Pausing the video, Gray flipped open the lid on the lube and squeezed some out into his palm. It felt a little cold, so he smeared it around in his hand first, marveling at the slimy consistency of the lube. Then he smeared a little all around the tip of his cock. The tingling sensations made him gasp. Wow, it felt incredible, and that was just from his finger! He grabbed his erection with the lube covered hand and began smearing it from the tip to the base. Each time his hand slid over the sensitive ridge around the top of his cock, he gasped. How do you hold back from shooting right away with this stuff on your cock? He stopped before he lost his load and picked up the Stimulator. Mimicking the guy in the video, he squirted lube inside and all around the edge. Then he poked a finger inside, smearing the gel all around. Starting up the video again, he watched the guy slowly insert his long cock inside the Stimulator and began humping rhythmically, commenting all the time on how the fleshlight felt. He demonstrated several different angles of entry and showed a few different speeds and techniques. While the video played, Gray positioned the Stimulator above his own cock and slowly lowered it into place. He sucked in his breath and held it. Oh fuck! He gasped and orgasmed immediately. Well. That didn't go quite as he had planned. *** Gray set the Stimulator in the sink and climbed into the shower. With hot water rinsing away the sticky gel on his cock, he thought about how embarrassing it would be if that ever happened with his boyfriend. Talk about the end of the world. He washed off his cock, wondering what exactly he'd done wrong. Maybe he'd used too much gel. The inside of the fleshlight had been slippery smooth, pressing against his cock all around the shaft and even squeezing gently on the tip. It had been an amazing sensation. Too good, in fact. He finished cleaning himself and climbed out of the shower to dry off. While he rubbed the towel over his body, he finished watching the video. The guy stroked himself for 15 minutes, pausing every now and then and talking about ways to prolong your stimulation. Gray rolled his eyes. "Now you tell me," he mumbled. Eventually the guy thrust up into the Stimulator and closed his eyes, grunting as he ejaculated. Despite having just cum, Gray felt his cock beginning to rise again. Round two? Why not? He squeezed out more lube and coated his now-hard cock. It still felt amazing, but he wasn't gasping at the sensation like before. Holding the Stimulator in front of him, he slowly inserted his cock. It felt incredible again. Gripping his cock on every side, he felt the lube sliding all around his shaft as he pushed in all the way. It might have been his imagination, but there seemed to be a cool puddle of liquid all around the end of his cock. His own cum? Probably. Slowly he pulled out, watching as his shiny shaft withdraw from the fleshlight. Then slowly back inside. So nice. A little faster now, he slid the Stimulator up and down, marveling at the way his cock tingled each time he shoved it all the way to the base. Thinking about the video, he tried one of the techniques he'd seen. He held the Stimulator with both hands at a slightly lower angle and began thrusting his hips forward and back, gradually increasing his speed as he pounded the sex toy. This was good. Very good. He felt another orgasm beginning and slowed down, almost to a stop, pausing with his cock deep inside the Stimulator while he squeezed down, like he was trying to shut off the flow of pee. Yeah, that did the trick. The guy in the video really knew what he was talking about. Gray started thrusting again, faster now, sucking in air as his heart began to pound. The gel on his cock turned into a creamy, white froth. Maybe he was going too fast? He hoped the gel wasn't defective. It still felt amazing on his cock, so he definitely wasn't going to stop now. His muscles began to ache, so he stopped thrusting into the fleshlight and began using his arms to slide it up and down on his cock. Moving one hand to his balls, he squeezed them gently, adding even more stimulation. Finally, his cock throbbed and pulsed. He held the Stimulator all the way against the base, squirting a second round of cum into its depths. If anything, the second time was better than the first. He pulled the Stimulator off. His cock was red and swollen and coated with silver gel, white froth, and gray slime. He giggled and cupped a hand underneath to avoid dripping on the floor. Back into the shower for more clean up! *** After a light supper, Gray sat on the couch and watched more videos. These covered the basics of anal penetration with a dildo. How to prepare. How to maximize your enjoyment. Techniques for going solo or satisfying a friend. The fleshlight was a piece of cake compared to all this. Gray didn't feel like trying out the dildo that night, having used the Stimulator twice in the bathroom. But he had promised himself to learn all about being gay, so he wasn't going to quit now. He stood up and walked to his bedroom, where he'd left the dildo and lube along with a towel and a box of tissues. Time to give it a try. He stripped off his clothes and turned to face a mirror. His body was trim. Not many muscles, but no fat either. He didn't have a six pack like every twink in the porn videos, but his waist was slender with a nice vee leading down to his neatly trimmed pubes. His cock was hanging down over his balls, totally limp. It probably wouldn't come back to life again until tomorrow, but he knew he was a decent size, a good six and half inches when fully hard. He turned and bent over, pulling his butt cheeks apart to expose his puckered hole. It was bright pink with just a bit of hair all around the edges. He hadn't trimmed the hair there or on his balls, so there was a bit of fuzziness all over. What would his future boyfriend think the first time he saw this butt, this hole, these hairy balls? Would he bone up immediately and start rubbing Gray's cheeks? Would he pull Gray up into a kiss, putting off their lovemaking until he first held Gray in his arms? Gray hoped he could find someone who wasn't simply interested in him for the sex, but who wanted a deeper relationship. And yet, sex was an important part of it, so he was determined to become a desirable partner. Gray opened the lube and coated one finger. He reached behind and rubbed it all around his hole, then carefully pushed inside. The pucker opened up slightly and allowed his finger to slide inside. So far so good. He applied more lube and pushed the slippery digit even deeper inside. Now that was weird. As his finger pushed deeper in, he felt a ring slide open and grip tight. That must be the sphincter muscle he'd heard about. It would have to be stretched open until it relaxed. He pushed a second finger up next to the first and grimaced when a sharp pain shot through his bowels. He'd been expecting that, so he didn't panic, but continued to prod the ring with both fingers. Gradually it opened up and he was able to push even farther inside. It actually felt good, sending ripples of delight through his body. His cock even began to swell up a little. He must be doing it right, he concluded. Pulling his fingers out, he picked up the cock-shaped dildo and smeared lube all over the end. Time for the real test. He positioned the dildo with the tip up against his hole and worked it around slowly, pushing against his pucker but not shoving it all the way in. The videos had warned against that. Slow. Steady. With gradually increasing pressure. That was the way it should be. He felt the dildo pushing his flesh aside, without pain for the moment. He pushed a little harder. The tip of the plastic cock penetrated his butt, opening him up. He held his breath and pushed it deeper, pressing down like he was taking a dump at the same time. The dildo slid inside. He'd done it. There was a bit of discomfort, but no pain. He took a deep breath and began working the dildo in and out, slowly pushing it deeper each time. He found the spot the videos told him to look for. A deep tingle rolled through his guts each time the dildo slid over the spot. He felt liquid spurting into his cock and looked down with amazement to see a string of slimy precum hanging from his half-erect cock. Yeah, he was definitely doing this right. Faster now, he began pushing the dildo into his body, marveling at the difference in how his body responded. It wasn't as franctic and electric. It was more intense, gut deep. And stronger somehow. He worked the dildo at a steeper angle, pressing against the inside flesh, stroking himself internally, and he sighed and shuddered. He squeezed lube onto his cock and began stroking it slowly, matching the speed of the dildo. His cock never got fully hard, and it didn't feel the same at all. Even his cock seemed to realize this was a totally different kind of stimulation. He pulled the dildo all the way out. His sphincter squeezed shut as it left his body. He pushed hard and felt the muscle opening up. He pushed the dildo in, against the inner wall, then pulled it out again. Back inside once more. Forcing the ring to open over and over again made him quiver. His cock began to throb and from somewhere deep inside, a single spurt of cum oozed out into his hand. He squeezed down, relishing the feel of the dildo buried deep within. He smiled, finally satisfied. Maybe he was going to be really good at this gay sex stuff. His future lover would probably kiss his neck and hold him tight until his cock got soft and slipped out. That would be nice. Tomorrow night, he decided he'd try the dildo and the fleshlight at the same time. That should be amazing. *** It was awkward sitting between his mom and dad in church the next day. There was absolutely no way they could know what he'd been doing the last few nights in his own house, but he still felt funny sitting there next to them. He squirmed a little, trying to get comfortable despite the slight soreness in his butt as he sat on the hard wooden pew. He might have gone a little too far the night before, but he was amazed at how quickly he'd learned to make his body tremble from the stimulation. He shook his head, trying to stop those thoughts. Thinking about it just didn't seem appropriate for where he was at the moment. He chuckled when he remembered that only a minute earlier he'd noticed a really cute guy sitting nearby and had been trying to catch a better glimpse without being too obvious about it. Now that he was willing to admit to himself that he was gay, other guys, even guys in church, were catching his eye. Nevertheless, he didn't want to pop a boner in church, so he shoved all those thoughts into a tightly sealed compartment of his mind and tried to listen to what the pastor was saying. Then something the pastor said caught his attention. "Does God turn His back on us when we go overboard at Thanksgiving and eat a little too much? Does God reject us when we enjoy ourselves during a holiday party with friends and have one drink too many? My friends, there are so many things in this world that are enjoyable. And though we may try to resist the urge to go too far, we sometimes get lost in the pleasure. "I'm not telling you something you don't know. We've all been there. We've all gone too far and regretted it afterward, telling ourselves that we'll never do that again. And yet, we do. And we regret it and feel ashamed and wonder if we're really a good Christian when we do such a horrible job resisting temptation. "Now let's just stop right there and think about that for a minute. Temptation is a part of every Christian's life. Right? So does it make you a bad Christian when you fail to resist temptation? If it does, your old pastor is one of the worst Christians in town." The congregation chuckled when they heard that. Gray leaned forward and began listening closely. "No, my friends," the pastor continued, "the mark of a good Christian is recognizing that you can't do this on your own. You need a Savior. Someone who understands your shortcomings and who loves you anyway, despite them." The pastor paused and looked down at his notes, running a hand through his white hair. "I hesitate now, because I don't quite know how to say this. I've been thinking about it all week, and I almost decided to say nothing. But God won't let me remain silent." He paused again, drawing every eye in the room to his wizened face, now torn with indecision. Gathering his resolve, he said, "In a town not too far from here, a funeral service was held for a young soldier. Most of you probably heard about it in the news. The young man's family attempted to hold a memorial service, to honor him and to remember him for his gentle spirit, his devotion to our country, and his love for his fellow man. Outside the church where the memorial service was being held, another group of people gathered. Those folks said they follow the Lord Jesus Christ, and they were there to march and shout and hold up signs covered in hateful words. They said they were there to protest what they considered an unforgiveable sin, specifically ... that young soldier's homosexuality." The pastor paused as tears began rolling down his cheeks. Members of the congregation began muttering softly, and one grandmotherly woman spoke out, "Amen, Pastor Daniel. Speak the truth and shame the devil." It was old Mrs. Jameson, one of the mainstays of the church, who had been attending since long before Gray had been born. The pastor smiled to acknowledge Mrs. Jameson, wiping his face with a handkerchief before continuing, "I am surprised those protesters were able to see the splinter in that young man's eye, given the enormous plank of wood jutting out of their own eyes." Mrs. Jameson shouted, "Amen, Pastor. Amen!" Pastor Daniel's voice gained strength. "The mark of a good Christian is NOT how well he judges his fellow man. It is knowing that we have all fallen short of the glory of God and desperately needs God's forgiveness. It is recognizing what a tremendous gift we received when Jesus died for us on that cross. I'm not going to say a word about that young man's homosexuality. Whether it is a sin or not, it is God who shall judge him, not us. And no matter what sins that young, gay soldier committed in this life, Jesus loved him so much that he died for him. Just as Jesus died for the woman caught in the sin of prostitution. And also for the thief on the cross. For an old pastor like me. For each of you. And even for screaming zealots who think they speak for God while they condemn others. Jesus died for every of us, paying with his own blood for every sin we ever committed." Carol Langston slowly rose to her feet and stood silently facing the pastor. The pastor returned her gaze, pausing and waiting for her to speak. Others turned and stared. Gray looked up in alarm, wondering why she was simply standing there. Was she going to walk out as a protest against what the pastor had just said? He watched anxiously as his mom slowly brought her hands up and began clapping as she nodded her head in agreement. His dad stood up next and joined his mother's soft applause, demonstrating his own support for the pastor's message. All around Gray, other members of the church did the same. One by one, they stood and clapped. Some shouted, "Amen." Others praised God while they applauded. All across the room, the congregation stood and cheered. Everyone except Gray. He bowed his head and began weeping. He was overwhelmed by it all. There was love and acceptance here, from all of these people, starting with his parents. Suddenly it didn't seem to matter that he was gay. A strong hand gripped his neck, squeezing gently. He recognized his father's strong grip. "I'm proud of you, boy," Richard Langston said, with a gruff rumble in his voice, "no matter what, no matter who you choose to love." Richard squeezed softly again and patted Gray gently on the shoulder. Gray felt lips brush against his cheek from the other side and heard his mother whisper, "We love you, Gray. We always will." He couldn't be certain, but he thought he felt God loving on him too, accepting him as he was, unconditionally. The events of that week had made him question himself and the love of his parents. He'd wondered what they would say if they knew he was gay. Well, he had his answer. His dad hadn't been disgusted with the gay soldier, but with the hateful people outside the church. His mom had been silent because that was simply the way she was, letting her actions speak for her. And Jessica was apparently right. His parents did indeed have a supernatural ability to know his deepest secrets, and yet they still loved him. Gray wiped his face and stood up, clapping with everyone else as the old pastor stood before them, his hands raised to heaven with tears falling freely down his face. The end of MISUNDERSTOOD, Chapter Nine