The Barrier
By Wes
Leigh
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Hey, Jack. I'm a bit surprised to hear from you tonight. I
thought you were on another date.
I was. Turned into a huge disaster Micah.
Oh no. What happened?
The guy wouldn't listen when I told him I didn't want to
do stuff. His hands were all over me. I finally punched him in the stomach and
left on my own.
Crap, Jack. I'm really sorry to
hear that. What did your parents say when they heard?
I haven't told them. Only you. Don't want them to worry.
They need to know, Jack.
Mom will have a nervous breakdown and won't let me leave
the house again. Dad will duck his head and refuse to admit I'm going out with
other guys. I really can't talk to them about this Micah. I know my parents. They
can't handle it.
They might surprise you, Jack. I'm not saying you should
go in their bedroom, wake them up, and tell them tonight, but I think you
should tell them.
I couldn't do that anyway Micah. I'm not at home right
now.
What? Where are you?
I'm sitting in Marie's Café. You know the place? Over
near the campus on University Drive?
Yes. I know where it is. Why aren't you at home?
I needed to calm down first. I'm drinking hot chocolate
while I talk to you. I'll call my dad in a few and have him come get me. He'll
probably be pissed and wonder why Brandon didn't bring me home.
The truth might work best.
Right. Hey dad I decided to end the date early cause my
date was trying to stick his hands in my pants and his friends were fucking
like rabbits on the couch. Oh, and they were drinking beer and smoking pot. Yeah.
I'm sure dad will love hearing all that.
Wow, Jack. It really was a disaster of a date.
I told you it was.
I believe you. But that could actually
work in your favor.
What do you mean?
What if you said, "Dad, it was a good date, at first. The game was fun, and I enjoyed myself." It was a
good game, right, Jack?
Oh yeah. It was a blast. And after the game, we went to a
guy's house for pizza. They had alcohol and pot there, but I told them I wasn't
interested. They were cool with it and gave me soda to drink, and they smoked
in a bedroom so I didn't have to smell the pot.
Then you should tell your dad all that. He'll be
impressed with your maturity and the good decisions you made tonight.
But what about the rest of it. My dad tries to pretend
I'm not really gay, so he's gonna have a hard time
with the guys having an orgy in the next room and my date trying to grab my
cock in the kitchen.
Then let's tone it down a
little, Jack. "Dad, the guys started going too far for me. I'm only looking for
a friend right now, someone to go out with and have fun with. These guys wanted
to do more, so I told them I wasn't interested and left."
That might work.
It's either that or I come
get you and sneak you back into your house.
LOL, that's okay. Thanks anyway.
No problem, Jack. Call your dad. Get home. Be safe. We'll
talk later about the date.
Okay. Thanks again Micah. Is it okay if we ZipChat when I
get home?
Of course, it is. You know you can call me anytime.
Great. Logging out now so I can call my dad.
Jack waved at the waitress and ordered another hot
chocolate. Then he called his dad and explained why he needed a ride home. His
dad was alarmed at first but seemed to accept Jack's explanation and promised
to be there in ten minutes.
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Safe at home, Jack powered up his laptop and opened ZipChat
to talk to Micah. As soon as the program
opened, he called Micah and sent him a message:
It was like that Ian McDonald guy from school all over
again. Why can't some guys get it in their head that I don't want to have sex
with them?
Micah's reply was sympathetic: To me, it all boils down to selfishness. They're
thinking about what they want and not about you.
I was really afraid while I was walking
down the sidewalk in the middle of the night to get away from there. Then my
fear turned into anger. It was like he thought I belonged to him or something.
Are you okay now? Or still a little mad?
I'm fine. I mean I'm home, so there's nothing for me to
be afraid of. But I'm still mad. The guy called me a fucking tease when I left.
I wasn't teasing him, Micah. I didn't do anything to make him think I wanted to
have sex. Well, maybe that's not completely true. There was one thing I did
that might have made him think I wanted it.
What was that, Jack?
I got hard when he kissed me.
Totally understandable, Jack. And definitely
not a green light for him to go any further.
But it showed I liked what he was doing.
Liked it, yes, but it doesn't mean you gave him
permission to take it to the next level.
I didn't want to get hard, Micah. I liked kissing, but
that's all I wanted to do. Then my cock did its own thing and he saw it and
told me it meant I wanted to do more.
He was wrong. Getting a boner doesn't mean you want to
have sex. It means your body is enjoying what you're doing at
the moment, and you MIGHT want to do something more. Your date should
still be asking you each step along the way if you want to keep going, and if
you say no, he should back off.
You think I didn't do anything wrong tonight?
I'm sure you didn't.
I just wish it wasn't so complicated, Micah. Why is
dating so hard?
When you start learning something new in school, is it
hard the first week or so?
Yeah. What does that have to do with dating?
Think about it for a minute.
Okay. I see your point. I'm learning something new and it
won't be easy at first. When does it start getting easier?
Every date you go on teaches you something new about
yourself and other people. You'll never stop learning, and it will get easier
when you look at it as a challenge and a learning experience.
Micah. You know what I'm gonna say, right?
That I'm telling you what you didn't want to hear?
Yep. But I guess I needed to hear it. I'm sure glad I can
talk to you about these things.
I'm glad you feel comfortable talking to me.
Micah, there's one more thing I want to ask you about. When
I saw the guys screwing on the couch, I couldn't stop watching. It was like
watching porn, but it was real, right there in front of my face. My cock got
harder than it's ever been before and started leaking a little. My dick is
getting hard right now just remembering how it looked. One guy was really
pounding another guy's ass, and I wanted to try it too. Is that weird?
Jack, I can guarantee you the same thing would happen to
me or any other gay man who saw what you saw. Instant boner. Flowing precum. Totally
normal reaction and absolutely nothing weird about it. You're still a virgin,
right?
Yes.
Until you've found someone to share that ultimate
love-making experience, your body is going to react to something like that in a
fairly predictable way; you will want to join in the
action. But a situation like that, with guys having wild, unprotected sex,
isn't the way you should experience your first time with another guy.
Brandon said I should go in and join them. That they'd
let me. It kind of scared me to think about doing
that, but it was also sort of exciting. I know I wouldn't do it, but deep down
inside, it would be fun to try. Just once, you know?
Yes, I get that.
That's why I think I might be weird. I mean what if I
turn out to be one of those gay guys that want to fuck anyone and everyone? I
don't want to be a slut, Micah.
You aren't a slut. You never were and you won't ever be. You're
a perfectly normal fifteen-year-old who had an orgy pop off right in front of
you and had an absolutely normal reaction to it. I
think it's good to point out one thing: you DIDN'T join them. You turned away
and resisted the temptation. I think that shows quite clearly that you're no
slut.
I guess that's true.
I know it's true. That's one
thing you don't have to worry about.
I guess, but now I'm kinda worried about something else.
What's that?
Maybe I'm not gay enough.
Okay. You'll have to explain that to me. What do you mean
by `gay enough'?
Well, you said it yourself,
Micah. If you were there, you'd have boned up too and wanted to join the guys
on the couch. Any gay guy would. If I'm really gay,
why didn't I join them?
Are you also asking if I would have joined them?
I know it's not any of my
business, but I would like to know.
The answer is no, Jack, I wouldn't have joined them
either. And it wouldn't change the fact that I'm still a gay man.
It wouldn't? Why not?
Jack, there's a big difference between humans and the
rest of the animal kingdom. When most male animals get an opportunity to have
sex, they don't hold back. We humans have the ability to
stop ourselves from having sex. Maybe it's not the right time or place. Maybe
it's not the right person. Whatever the reason, we can decide to think with our
big head instead of our little head.
Then you wouldn't have had
sex with those guys?
No, I wouldn't. Don't misunderstand, Jack. I would have
been hard as a rock and fighting to keep my pants on, but I think I would have
made the same decision as you in the end. It's not the kind of sex I enjoy. Screwing
strangers in a strange apartment? That's too risky, too foolish.
Then what kind of sex would
you enjoy?
Hmmm ... good question. Well, first of
all, it would need to be someone I had a deep and strong friendship
with. We would have to have known each other for some time and truly enjoy each
other's companionship.
Like you and Jacob.
Exactly. And I wouldn't want it to be on someone's couch
with a bunch of other guys watching or participating.
How would it be?
Probably in the privacy of my home. We might start with
drinks in the study, sitting and listening to music, watching the fire die. Then
we'd take a warm bath together, enjoying the feeling of our skin touching.
Then you'd have sex?
No, Jack. Then we'd make love. We'd show each other with
our bodies what our hearts already felt. We wouldn't rush, no matter how
demanding our cocks became, because ...
Haha,
because we aren't animals?
Exactly. Jack, your cock gives you amazing pleasure, but
that pleasure will be even greater when you use it to please another person. I
say it again: you aren't a slut, you aren't weird, and you aren't an animal. You
are a normal gay teenager. You are taking the absolute correct approach to
finding out who you want to be with and what you want to do with him when you
find him.
Really?
Absolutely.
Then I have a lot to think about,
Micah. But I think I know what I need to do next.
What's that?
I'll tell you later. I want
to think about it some more, but I'm pretty sure I know what to do.
Okay.
And right now, I need some
sleep.
Me too. Good night, Jack.
Night, Micah.
The end of THE BARRIER,
Chapter Eight