Date: Sun, 23 Dec 2012 02:49:44 -0500 From: Phillip McCormick Subject: Home Alone with Dad Chapter 7 Home Alone with Dad – Chapter 7 Once we were home, sadly, everything just seemed to fall back into the normal, old, routine. My mom was home now, so I had to be careful about my dildo, well, maybe more careful, I couldn't just leave it in the shower like last time. Oddly enough, a feeling came over me, and I felt like since I had come out to my dad, I should also come out to my mom, I had a discussion with my dad about it, and he said he supported me, and told me that he'd be there for me when I decided to come out to her. "I'll tell her tonight at dinner." I informed my dad, twiddling my thumbs. My dad nodded, with a smile, "I suggest we don't go out to eat Chinese to tell her, I'm pretty sure the owners don't want us back there, since our show we put on last time." I couldn't help but laugh at my dad, trying to make light of the situation. "I'll fix your favorite meal," My dad smiled, as he walked around the kitchen, "Anything Italian, right?" "Yeah," I nodded, as I stood from the chair I was sitting in. "I think I'm gonna go hit up the gym, and work off my nerves." "Sounds good," My dad replied, with his head in a cupboard, "I'll just be here, cooking. I'm guessing your mom will be home by the time you get home from the gym, but you can take your time there." "Okay," I called back to my dad, as I started up the steps to my room, to change for the gym. Once inside my room, I started to search the floor for a jockstrap. When I found one, I stripped the clothes I was wearing, and slipped on the nice fitting jockstrap, and then went over to my drawers to grab a pair of nylon shorts, and a sleeveless t-shirt. After I was finished dressing, I threw a change of clothes into my gym bag, and left my room. As I walked down the steps, I could hear my dad, working in kitchen. I shouted goodbye, and thought I heard a response, but I was already out the door. I walked over to my dad's truck, and started it, and made my way to the gym. As I drove to the gym, I just kept thinking about all the outcomes of what could happen at dinner. I tried to put it in the back of my mind; all that mattered was that my dad was there to support me no matter what. I arrived at the gym, parked my truck, got out, and walked into the gym. I gave the check-in worker my number, and headed to the locker room to drop my gym bag off in a locker. Once inside I scanned the room to see if there were any hot guys, but sadly it was just a few old men, standing around naked, and chatting. I threw my bag in a locker, and headed out into the gym to start my workout. I went straight to the treadmill, and started a light jog, as I started the music on my iPod. I was running for a good 5 or so minutes when I noticed that someone took the treadmill next to mine, I didn't bother to look over, but I did think it was odd, seeing that there were plenty of other treadmills that weren't next to me. I decided not to think too much about it, and just kept running. After ten minutes of straight running, I decided to slow down the speed on the treadmill, and have a nice power walk before running again. I was starting to build up a nice sweat, and it was getting me a little hot. "Hey!" I heard a voice next to me, trying to be heard over my music. I jumped a little, and regained my composure fast, not wanting to fall off the treadmill, and looked over. If I wasn't on a treadmill, I would've stopped dead in my tracks. There, on the treadmill next to me was Heath, the gorgeous guy that I checked out last time I was at the gym with my dad, and accidently bumped into. "Hey," I replied with a smile, as I took my earphones out. "Were you next to me this whole time?" Heath grinned, "Well, I got on this treadmill after you, but I guess you didn't notice. I wanted to wait to say hi, until you slowed down so you wouldn't end up getting distracted and falling or something." "Oh, sorry, I was just so into running I didn't realize anyone took the treadmill next to me." I decided to play dumb, "And it probably is a good thing you waited, I seem to get pretty clumsy around you." I also decided to get a little flirty, and see what happens. This was a make it or break it point. "It does seem that way." Heath chuckled, "So, how long are you staying?" He was either a clueless straight guy, or he was flirting back. "Well, I was going to run for twenty minutes, and then do arm workouts, I'll probably be done in an hour and a half. I normally do a warm down jog also." I could see Heath hesitate, but then he started to talk. "Umm... Well... I was... Umm... Also planning on working arms today... Mind if I join you?" Without even thinking, I slammed my hand down on the emergency stop button, on the treadmill, without even looking to see if I finished my twenty minutes. "Sure, I'm ready when you are." Heath smiled, and stopped his own treadmill. We both made our way to the weights area, and started in on the dumbbells to do curls. I went for the 45lbs. dumbbells, and started to do my curls, while Heath went for the 55lbs. and started his own set. I watched as his biceps flexed, and tensed, every time he did a curl. It was starting to turn me on. As we were working out together we started talking, like normal work out partners do, and started getting to know each other better. I told Heath about the rugby team I played for, and what exactly my position as Hooker of the team entails. Of course, like most people do, Heath decided to crack a few jokes about the name of my position. Normally I would get annoyed, but with Heath I just pretended like I hadn't heard all of the jokes before, and laughed along with him. I learned that Heath was 23 years old, just out of college. He was an intern for the owner of a local construction company, and when he wasn't sleeping, or at the gym, he was at work. "So, what do you do as an intern at this construction company?" I asked, as we made our way over to a machine. Heath decided to go first, and sat down. "I just take emails, calls, make coffee, runs, and go on business trips with my boss. Stuff like that." "Sounds like my dream job." I replied with an eye roll. "Yeah," Heath huffed, he was starting to feel the burn of his workout, "The internship sucks, but I only have to intern of 4 more months, and then my boss plans on hiring me as a Junior Advisor." "What does a Junior Advisor do?" I asked, as Heath got up, and I took his place. "No idea," Heath shrugged his shoulders, "But all that matters is that I get paid." "Yeah," I huffed as well, "I guess that's all that matters." We continued our workout for another 45 minutes, switching around to a few different machines. "I'm beat," Heath groaned, as he ran a hand up his sore, and sweaty, arm. "I'm going to hit the showers." "Me too," I agreed as I followed Heath. Heath paused, "But aren't you going to do a warm down jog?" I noticed the flaw in my plan, and decided to recover, "Normally I would, but my family is having a big dinner tonight, and I don't want to be late." Heath obviously didn't think much of it; he just nodded, and entered the locker room. Sadly, Heath's locker wasn't near my locker, it was actually around a bend, so there was no way I'd be able to check him out this time. "See you in the shower." Heath said, as he walked passed me, and took off his sweaty t-shirt. I quickly stripped, and tried my hardest to think of everything that would keep me from springing wood in the shower. I took a deep breath, and went into the communal shower, and took a shower head across from Heath. I knew that if I didn't keep my eyes neck-up with Heath, a situation would start rising that I really didn't want at the moment. I attempted to talk more with Heath, but our conversations died out between the lathering and rinsing, and what not. I decided to finish my shower before him, so that there wasn't a chance of me catching a glimpse of his hot ass, and popping wood. I scurried back to my locker, and started to quickly towel off. I was just slipping on my clean t-shirt, when I turned around, and Heath was standing behind me, thankfully, fully clothed. "Here," Heath said, smiling and holding out a slip of paper. "It's my number, text me next time you want to work out, and if I'm free I'll try and meet up with you." My face went red, with blush, "Awesome," I smiled, as I took the slip of paper from Heath. Heath just kept smiling, and said goodbye, as he walked out of the locker room. "Please be gay." I whispered to myself, as I entered Heath's number into my phone. *** The drive home wasn't too bad, I worked most of my nerves off at the gym, and the fact that I had just gotten Heath's number made the trip even better. I pulled into my driveway, and noticed that my mom's car was also parked. I got out of the truck, and made my way into the house. "Hi Dan!" I heard my parents shout from the kitchen. "Come in here so we can finally eat." I heard my mom called, as I was already on my way. "Hey," I said to my parents, as I entered the kitchen. My mom smiled, and handed me dish of chicken parmesan. "Take that to the table so we can eat." I placed the dish on the table, and sat down, and waited for my parents to enter the dining room and do the same. Once both my parents had sat down, we started to eat. My parents made small talk back and forth, and every once in a while I'd interject with my opinions on the subjects they were discussing. I also noticed that from time to time, my dad would glance over at me, trying to see if I was ready. Every time we'd make eye contact, I break it, and quickly look down at my plate, and shut up. After a few minutes, an awkward silence fell over the dining room, there was nothing left to talk about. "So," My mom started, "Dan, anything new with you?" "Actually," I hesitated, "Yeah..." "What's up?" My mom asked, as she took a bite of food. "Well... Umm... Stuff." My tried to avoid the topic, it didn't feel right anymore. "Dan," My mom gave me a stern look, "What did you do?" "Nothing." I snapped defensively. "Don't tell me `nothing'." My mom snapped back, "I've noticed your dad looking over at you throughout this whole dinner; obviously he wants you to tell me, before he has to." "Mom," I was getting nervous, "Nothing is going on." "Clark," My mom said, as she glared from me, and onto my dad, "What did Dan do?" "Trish," My dad rolled his eyes, trying to down play the situation, "Dan hasn't done anything." My mom turned red, "Don't lie to me, Clark! What did he do?" "Nothing!" My dad snapped back. My parents were arguing back and forth, and back and forth, and finally I couldn't stand it anymore. "I'm GAY!" I shouted over my parents. Both of them stopped. My dad turned back to his normal, calm self, and sat back, and relaxed in his chair. My mother on the other hand, wasn't in the same boat as my dad. "No," My mom said, as she slowly shook her head. "What?" I spoke softly. "No," My mom repeated, as she let my outburst sink in. "Trish," My dad said, as he went to put a hand on my mom's shoulder. "No!" My mom shouted, as she swatted my dad's hand away. "My son will not be a... FAG!" "Trish!" My dad shouted back at her, "You will not use that word!" I could tell this fight was about to get bad, and from my mom's reaction, I knew I wouldn't be able to deal with the current situation. I got up from the table, unnoticed by my shouting parents, and went to my room. I sat there for a good 15 minutes, when I heard the fighting start to cover up stairs, pass my door, and go into my parents' room. Suddenly, the door of my parents' room slammed, and the shouting continued. After another 20 minutes, I heard the door open, and feet stomping passed my door, down the steps, and out of the house. I couldn't tell if it was my mom or dad. I just sat in my room, taking in the new found silence. After a few minutes of silence, I heard a soft knocking at the door. "Yeah," I choked, trying not to cry. Slowly, the door to my room opened, and my dad stepped in. He didn't say a thing, he just walked over to me, and sat on my bed next to me, and put his arm around me. We didn't say a thing. We just sat, and let everything sink in. "Your mother..." I could tell my dad was choking back tears of his own. "Things have been... Things have been rough, between her and me for a while." I didn't say anything; I just looked at my dad, and saw his glassy eyes. "We thought some time apart would do us good." My dad gave a weak chuckle. "She was going to go on her business trip, and I was going to be with you. We thought we were just spending too much time together, and she wanted a vacation." Still, I said nothing. "She's been having an affair with her boss for 6 months now." My dad looked at the ceiling, his eyes glassy, trying to hold back tears. "Dad," I whispered. He looked me in the eyes, and gave a broken smile. "It'll be okay, Dan." "But Dad," I tried. "It's okay," My dad said, as he gave me a hug, and rested his head on top of mine, "You and I will work through this." I rested my head against my dad's chest, "She hates me..." My dad was silent. "Does she?" I asked. My dad took a forced breath, "She's your mother, she doesn't hate you, she just doesn't understand. I think she's scared." With that, my dad slowly released me, and stood up. "I'm going to clean up the dining room, and then go to bed." My dad said, as he turned away from me, and walked over to my door. I didn't know what to say. "Goodnight, Dan." My dad said his back still to me. My dad turned off the lights, and closed my door. My dad didn't even make it down the steps. I heard him. He sat down in the hallway, and he broke down. TO BE CONTINUED... --- Yes, I know, my plan to have to upload one chapter a week was a complete fail! More like one chapter a month at this point. There are just so many routes to take to get to the point I want, that everything is clouding together, and I have decide what I want to do with this story. Don't worry, I know I tell everyone this, but I really do mean it. I plan on having this story be 20+ chapters. 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