Date: Tue, 21 Apr 2009 20:53:23 -0500 From: Cieran Hughes Subject: Cieran and Marcus, Part 9 "I'm nervous, Cieran," he said, putting his phone on the speaker setting. "I know." I heard a voice from his phone say, "Hello." "Hey, Steph, are Mom and Dad home?" "Yeah, I think so. Hold on a sec." A few moments passed as his sister, Stephanie, found his dad. "Marcus?" "Hi, Dad. Can you tell Mom to pick up the phone, too. I need to talk to both of you." "Sure." Another few moments passed. "So, how was your flight? I got your text when you landed." "Oh, the flight was fine. I slept most of the way, you know." "Yeah," replied Mr. Calvani, "L-A-X to Boston is a long time to be crammed into one of those little seats. Did they show a movie or anything?" "Yeah, but I wasn't awake for it," Marcus said. Mr. Calvani laughed. "Hello?" "Hi, Mom." "Okay, what's going on?" I think I was more nervous than he was. I held his hand as a feeling of uneasiness filled me. I knew Marcus was relatively confident that his parents would take the news well. But what if they didn't? What if they reacted like Ryan had? "Well, I have something I need to say: I'm gay." He said it so easily. I could tell he was nervous, but that he was also confident that it would be fine. I couldn't help but admire him in that moment. And, just as he predicted, his parents seemed completely unphased by his statement. "That's why you broke up with Julie?" his father asked. "Yeah, that's pretty much why." "See, Tony," his mother started, "I told you there was more to it." "Yeah, honey, you did. You're right," replied his father. I couldn't help but smile; they were clearly very happy together. "So," his father continued, "did you just come to this conclusion, or have you been waiting to tell us for a while?" "Well, it was sorta building up over the course of last semester, but I didn't realize it until Christmas Break. I wanted to tell you when I was home, but there was somebody else I needed to tell first." He looked directly at me as he said it. "Oh, who was that?" his father asked. "Cieran," he said. "Your friend from school?" his mother asked. "My boyfriend from school," he corrected her. I felt such a rush at those words. "Boyfriend?" asked his father. "Yep. He's sitting right here." "Hello, Mr. Calvani. Hello, Mrs. Calvani," I said happily. "Hello," they both said. Marcus and I sat talking to his parents for several more minutes. They were very interested to get know me, and wanted to know all about me. I felt so welcome by their kind words. It was amazing to me how similar his parents were to my mother. Indeed, the conversation itself went just as well. "Well, Cieran, you seem like a very nice boy," his mother said. "Yes," added Mr. Calvani, "You should come stay with us over Spring Break. Marcus can show you around Los Angeles." I didn't know what to say. Did that actually just happen? He was so much different than my father. Marcus was beaming. "Wow..." I said, "I'd love to! Thanks!" "Great! I'll look forward to meeting you in person," said Mr. Calvani. "Me, too!" "Well," said Mrs. Calvani, "it's getting late on the East Coast. You boys should get some sleep." Marcus and I looked at each other with humorous expressions. In the brief moment of silence, Mrs. Calvani seemed to realize the innuendo of her statement. My face began to heat up with embarrassment as she spoke. "Come on, boys! You know what I meant!" "Just quit while you're ahead, honey," said Mr. Calvani, chuckling. Marcus and I both laughed. We said goodbye and hung up the phone. "Well, that went well..." I said, pausing slightly, "A little awkward at the end there, but generally very good." Marcus laughed. "Yeah. I told you they'd be perfectly fine with it." "Yes," I said, smiling, "you did." He gave me a quick kiss, then turned about to face away from me and leaned back. I put my arms around him as we sat on my loveseat. "Well," I said, "not that I don't like keeping things intense, but what do you say we just have fun for a little while?" He turned his head to kiss me again. "Sounds good to me," he said. "Did you have anything in particular in mind?" "Why, yes," I said playfully, "I do." Still holding him, his back to me, I began kissing his neck as I undid his jeans. His cock was rock hard as I took it in my hand and began jacking him off. He moaned with pleasure, and I began thrusting my hips back and forth, grinding my own hard cock against his ass. After several minutes of this, he stood up and through his clothes to the floor. He stood there, naked, facing away from me as I reached out to bring his perfectly formed ass cheeks to my lips. I kissed all the way up his back, and ran my hands slowly across his abs and chest as I stood up. He turned around to face me, slipping his tongue into my mouth as we both breathed deeply. After our kiss, I quickly threw off my clothes and he walked over to the bed. Climbing into it, he got on his knees and turned his head to look at me. It was a look not unlike the one he'd given me just the previous night as he had begged me to fuck him. I crossed the room as he lowered himself fully into a receiving position, on his hands and knees. I gently kissed his hole before pushing some lube into it with my fingers. I guided my cock inside him, then put my hands on his hips. He moaned with pleasure as I slowly thrust back and forth. We gradually picked up the pace, and he began tightening his muscles to grab onto my cock each time I thrust back. It was an incredible sensation. I knew I wasn't going to be able to last long. I took his cock in one hand and began jacking him off again. With the other hand, I reached under his chest and gradually pushed him upright. We kneeled upright on the bed making slow, passionate love. He stretched his arms backward to hold me tightly against him as I continued to thrust my cock back and forth inside him and jack him off. I moved my head forward to kiss his shoulder and neck, and I could see his eyes closed and his mouth open slightly as he moaned in ecstasy. He moved one of his hands up to run his fingers through my hair. His touch was electrifying. There is nothing I find more beautiful than Marcus just before he comes; it's art. He shot all over the bed. I pulled back until just the head of my cock remained inside him, then thrust powerfully forward. I moaned loudly and pulled him close to me as I came. "Oh... my... god..." he panted.