The Barrier

By Wes Leigh

 

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Chapter Eight

 

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