Dad beckoned for me to go into his den. I went, though reluctantly. When we were both seated, Dad began, “I just had a phone call from Grandpa George. He said that Parker told them that he was a homosexual. Do you know anything about that, Brian?”
“Yes sir,” I said slowly. “We use the term ‘gay’ now because that’s how queer guys identify themselves, but yes, I know that Parker is gay.”
“Grandpa George,” Dad continued, “also said that Parker had admitted to him that you two were having sex.”
My heart was pounding as I quietly answered, “Yes sir.”
“Then Grandpa George said he wasn’t sure Parker should be here right now, and he asked whether we knew about you and what we thought.”
“What did you say?”
“First, I told him that we knew about you and had known for a long time. I said that I didn’t know about Parker and about the sex you were having.”
I was getting more and more anxious by the minute. “And…?” I asked.
“I told him that I wasn’t really surprised by what you were doing, that I thought many teenage boys at least experimented and that it was safer to do it with another boy because there was no chance of an accidental pregnancy.” He smiled a little. “Then I said I saw nothing wrong with what you were doing as long as nobody got hurt, either physically or emotionally. I guess that’s not a particularly popular position right now but it’s what I believe.”
“Thank you,” I said quietly. “What did Grandpa George say to that?”
“He said that he would have to think about it and perhaps discuss it with Thelma. Parker is not coming this Sunday. Grandpa George said he would drive Parker to school and then home for a while. But that doesn’t mean that Parker will never return here. George just needs time to think.”
I nodded sadly. I couldn’t imagine how Parker was feeling. At last I said, “I encouraged Parker to tell his grandparents. We didn’t like keeping our secret from them, and it’s hard enough to keep our secret in school. Was I wrong to tell him he should tell his grandparents?”
“No,” said Dad, “but I do wish you had told me about the sex. As I said, I’m not surprised, but I was sort of blindsided on the phone and that wasn’t really fair.”
“Yeah, I see that now. I’m sorry, Dad. I guess I should have said something sooner.”
“I do understand how hard it is for a boy to talk with his parents about sex. After all, I was a boy once.” Again there was a hint of a smile on his face.
Dad asked how far the sex had progressed. I told him, but I was really embarrassed. I cried some and he reassured me that he didn’t think I had done anything wrong. He just wanted to be sure that we were safe.
As we walked towards his office door, I said, “You won’t tell Mom, will you?”
“Your mom and I don’t keep secrets from each other.”
Shit, I thought.
I went up to room, but my crying didn’t stop. In that moment I wished that Parker was there to comfort me, but then I realized how selfish that was. Parker was undoubtedly sad too and regretting that he had told his grandfather about the sex. I should be thinking about him, not myself.
Later, in bed, I didn’t even jerk off. I was restless and it took me some time to get to sleep.
The rest of the weekend passed slowly, and by Sunday night I was really missing Parker.
Mom never asked me why Parker didn’t come on Sunday, so I assumed that Dad had told her.
On Monday morning, Parker was not on the bus, but he met me inside the school door, and we agreed to try to meet privately at lunch time.
In the cafeteria, we explained to the boys at our usual table that we had something private to talk about and then went to another, smaller table which only seated two.
“I’m sorry about what happened, Parker,” I began. “Do you think your grandparents will eventually give in?”
“I don’t have any idea. I guess they were gonna talk about it today while I’m not there. Now I’m really sorry I told them.”
“Don’t be,” I said. “You were being honest, and you needed to stop trying to keep it secret. I’m sure, when they think about it, they’ll appreciate your honesty.”
“I guess,” he replied. “But I’m missing you a lot.”
“And I’m missing you too. We just have to try to weather this, at least until we see what happens.”
I noticed that the boys from our table kept looking over at us, and I wondered what they were thinking. I wasn’t sure I wanted to know.
Grandpa George was waiting for Parker when we got out of school. I waved to him and he waved back, which I took as possibly being a good sign. But who knew?
When Dad got home from work, he said he had not heard anything more from Grandpa George.
Parker and I met every day in the cafeteria. Each time, he said that his grandparents had said nothing more to him about being gay or having sex. They did talk to him about everything else they would normally talk about and he didn’t think they were mad at him, but he just had no idea what they were thinking.
The week passed slowly, as we had no indication of what the Johnstons were thinking.
Saturday afternoon, the phone rang and Dad took it in his den. He came out shortly and said that Parker was on the phone and wanted to talk with me.
I walked slowly into the den, picked up the phone anxiously, and said, “Hello?”
“Grandpa’s going to bring me over on Sunday afternoon,” Parker said joyfully.
“What happened?” I asked.
“I guess they spent a lot of time this week thinking about what your dad said and talking together. Then a few minutes ago Grandpa George told me he thought it was okay for us to get back together. He didn’t say anything specifically about the sex, and he didn’t say how much Grandma Thelma knew, but he said that most of their reservations had to do with their worry about my safety.”
“Yeah, my parents are worried about that too.”
“I assured him that we were keeping things under wraps at school and we were trying to be very careful. Anyway, I can’t wait to see you!”
“Me either!” I replied before we hung up.
I went back into the living room and thanked Dad for telling the Johnstons what he thought and that I believed it was what swayed them. He smiled as I gave both my parents big hugs.
Sure enough, late Sunday afternoon, the Johnstons’ truck appeared in our driveway. Before Grandpa George could pull back out, I went to his open window to thank him for his understanding. He told me to be careful and I said we both would be. Then he drove off with a wave.
As soon as we got in the front door, Parker and I hugged and kissed passionately, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths. Finally, we went into the living room holding hands, where both my parents were finishing reading The Boston Globe.
Parker went to Dad and hugged him, thanking him for helping his grandparents reach their decision. Then he hugged Mom. I followed him, hugging and thanking them. Dad assured us he was happy to do it and Mom smiled knowingly.
I’m sure Parker was as eager as I was to go to my bedroom and start right in, but we resisted the temptation.
Dinner that evening was relaxed and happy. We just talked about the usual things, like Dad’s work and our schoolwork. I was a few months younger than Parker and I would soon be sixteen, so one of the things we talked about was my learning to drive. Laws were different then. While there were private driver-ed teachers, there was no requirement to take lessons from them to get a license. Learner’s permits were required. Dad said that he would teach me and then take me for my test.
At last it was time to go to bed. Parker and I climbed the stairs holding hands. As usual, we each went into our rooms, stripped down to our boxers, and went to the bathroom. This time we went at the same time, peeing together as our streams crossed and laughing as we remembered doing that with other boys when we were little. Finishing, we returned to our rooms, and I sat, waiting.
Soon there came the nearly inaudible knock on my door. I crossed the room and opened the door. Parker stepped in and instantly we were in each other’s arms, kissing, tonguing, and exploring one another’s bodies with our hands before we went to my bed. We lay silently for a few moments before Parker reached over and took my shoulder, gently pulling me to him. I felt his soft lips on mine and his warm flesh on my torso. I loved his scent and his slightly salty taste. As we kissed, I sucked on his lower lip. Then, suddenly, he wrapped his legs around mine, squeezing. His mouth was on my face, my cheeks, and my neck. He was sucking and nibbling until it was almost painful ̀¶ yet it was all very exciting. He seemed to be all over me, licking, sucking, and biting with a passion I had never felt from him before.
My passion rose too, and soon I was kissing and sucking him as hard as he was me. I felt him bite my shoulder, drawing blood, but by then I was in ecstasy and I reciprocated. I felt the tension in my cock rise, and in no time we were both erupting, our cum spurting out and mingling as we grasped each other so tightly we could barely breathe.
Slowly, our excitement subsided, and we lay back, breathing heavily but not speaking. Finally, Parker got silently out of bed and I heard my door open quietly and close.
I was left alone with my thoughts. Never had I experienced such excitement or felt so close to another person.
I lay for perhaps twenty or thirty minutes before rising from my bed. With no real plan, only with intense desire, I went out of my room, down the hall, and, without knocking, opened Parker’s door. I felt my way over to his bed wondering if he was awake.
He was. He was waiting for me. I lay beside him, hugging him close to me, as always loving the feel of his warm skin on mine. Soon we were once again caught up in our passion, our mouths working on every inch of each other’s heads, necks, and torsos. I thought I would burst. Then I felt him lean down, his hand in my butt crack and his finger finding my most secret portal, inching in until it could go no farther. With his other hand he guided my cock into his mouth and almost immediately I exploded into the back of his throat.
With my finger I found his butt hole, inserting it and then taking his cock in my mouth, where he exploded into my throat so hard I nearly choked.
When we had finished, we lay entwined in each other’s arms and legs, and we slept that way, deeply, contentedly.
As light began to seep into his bedroom window, I disentangled myself and swung my feet onto the floor. He reached for me, saying sleepily, “Don’t go.”
“I think it’s best if I do. I need to think alone for a while. I’ll see you a little later.” With that I left his room, returned to mine, and fell on my bed. I was exhausted but supremely happy. I didn’t go back to sleep. I simply lay on my bed, replaying each kiss and lick and nibble and bite over and over in my mind until my clock told me it was time to get up.
In the bathroom I cleaned the place where he had bitten me and covered it with a Band Aid. Parker came in and I took care of his bite as well. Each of us had hickeys but our collared shirts would hide the evidence.
As we sat at the breakfast table, I was sure my parents knew we’d had sex again, but nobody said a word about it.
Parker and I ate quickly, grabbed our bookbags, donned our jackets and ran out the door in time to get the bus.
Although I was feeling rather weary, I managed to get through the morning classes before Parker and I met at the boys’ table for lunch. We sat just chatting for a while before Patrick asked, “So, what were you two discussing for a whole week that was so private you couldn’t share it with us?”
Parker and I looked at each other. I was in a cold sweat and I think he was too. Finally, he said, “It’s not something we can share with anybody.”
“So, you’re gonna make me pry it out of you?”
Neither of us said anything.
“Could it be that you’re both queer and you’re having sex?”
Parker and I both froze. What could we say? What could we do?