Hey guys. Sorry for the prolonged absence. I've been having trouble completing a story or update for a while. I know, Don, if you read this, that life takes precedence over JUB, and being frank if I may, I did heed your advice and simply wait for a story to strike me. And, tonight it did! I decided to finally continue "And I Thought I Was Camping Alone" for you all. Finally, we get to see what happened after Junior arrived home and announced to his two aghast Dad's that he was Gay, and had a Boyfriend.
Just a couple of things to note. There may be a few discrepancies here and there that differ from the original. One being the Given Name of Junior's lover. You'll find, that I've previously listed him as "Jake", and in this second Book, he's referred to as "Brady". There is a reason for this. The man I loved, who broke my heart, ended up with a man by the name of Jake. I did not know this would happen, and when it did, I sort of lost all inspiration for continuing, and I have trouble with names and couldn't think of a new one to use, yaddy yadda...But here we are, new story, new name, new inspiration, one very late night, one big can of caffeine drink later and yours truly. I write about love and sex, but I find myself akin to Carrie Bradshaw (kudos to the woman who gets the reference). I'm single. But unlike her, I AM a Virgin.
Unfortunately I didn't quite take into account the last couple of chapters of the previous book. Which is why the aforementioned discrepancies may arise for you readers. I did open the story however in my chosen distraction free writing environment - TextEdit - and skate over it. So it's not THAT bad.
. Even though you preach to put life first, as I have no life outside of the Internet, I still feel bad for leaving you all for so bloody long. Which is why tonight I have babbled on and on in this bold header (bold mean you read ALL of it, thankyou! *teacher voice*) which you probably will ignore despite my warning. 
. Anyway, I must bid you all adieu, post the two chapters that I have written tonight and get to bed. I am extremely tired, and if I write any more...I fear I may begin to stop making sense. 
Also, as I typed this in a 'Plain-Text Word Processor...Paragraphing may be a little off. I did my best though. XXOO. <3.
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Book 2: I Knew It Was True Love.
Prologue: Fear.
I stared at my two dads. I loved these guys unconditionally. Ben? He stood up and walked upstairs. I went to follow, but my father, Brad Sr. stopped me. 'Why?' I asked, fighting back tears as best I possibly could. 'He thinks it's his or our fault you're Gay.'
'That…That's bullshit!' I stammered, trying to hide my shock. Trying to hide anything to do with emotions from my Gay Dad's was a very, bad idea. Why? If one of them suspected I was hiding something, one would mention it to the other, and then the other wouldn't agree, then the other would raise a question as to why he disagreed..etcetera.
Living with to Gay Dad's, complicated. 'I better go see after him..' I started but Brad Sr. put his hand up, and left in my place. I was left to sit on the couch and ponder my new life. 'Can I come in?' Brady asked. I didn't know he'd followed me home. 'Sure..I guess. Though my Dads mightn't like you at present'.
Looking at me questioningly I just raised my head to him, then pointed at me. 'Oh, you told them?' You bet, I said, hanging my head. All I wanted to do was cry, but I was holding it back with my usual pieces of tape and glue. Brady put one comforting hand on me, and I held it there with my own. He came closer, until my head was resting on his shoulder.
Then the water works began.
Chapter 1: Change.
Adjusting to my new life, I knew, was going to take time. Although, I guess you could say it wasn't that at all. I had been living this life since at least Age 6. I remember that Christmas, I'd asked for a Tonka Truck, but really I secretly pined for the pair of Manolo Blahniks that I spied in a Magazine while occupying the lavatory one afternoon.
Each morning, to help myself, I stuck to the same old routine. Shower, Shave and Hygiene, Breakfast, Loo, School. That's how it rolled in my final year of High School. I thought this age, eighteen, a perfect time to out myself to my two Gay Dads. I really have no idea what I was scared of, as they wouldn't exactly have any problem with my sexual orientation.
Being perfectly frank, and a little too open if I may add, I'd always dreaded the time when I'd have to sit down and say 'Dad, Dad..I'm Straight'. That problem!? Phht! Gone. Just like that. I closed the medicine cabinet where I kept my toothpaste and deodorant and looked in the mirror. I didn't look any different, but I sure felt it. School, was gonna be interesting. Sigh.
After Breakfast, and my inevitable morning trip-to-the-loo, I left the Upper West Side apartment where I was raised, and walked three blocks to my usual Subway station. Here I awaited my train to school. It seems silly, being raised in one of the nicer areas of Manhattan Island, and not going to one of the schools where Lady GaGa or Madonna sent her child, right? This, was my choice. I chose to attend a public school. I liked it here, and by age thirteen, I knew that a Public School, and it's students, would be far less uptight about their respective sexualities. I did take into account, however, that straight gay-haters may be around, but I got lucky. It's New York after all, one of the most Gay-friendly places around, from Day 1, I wasn't bullied at all. Sitting on the train, I began to wonder why, suddenly, my heartbeat had just kicked into fifth gear. It had gone from 0 to 80 kilometres per hour in a flat nanosecond. Was it the fact that finally, after so many months of keeping it secret and positively dying for it to be public, that Brady and I could actually do that? Make it public. The thought and those words gave me chills. 'Ohhhh no you do-not!' I thought to myself, and rammed my iPod headphones into my ears to drown out my incessant over-thinking mind. Twenty-Eight minutes and a three minute 'New-York-City-Subway-Train-At-Peak-Hour-Smelly-Armpit' session later, I disembarked and exited to the street right outside the High School. I pause on the street amongst other students waiting for the front doors to be thrown wide, and remember my first day at this joint. I remembered it like it was yesterday. Here was me, leaving the Subway Car and walking around the station for half an hour trying to find which exit to use. Did I want E 8th St NE Corner? Or did I want E 8th St SE Corner? Or did I want E 8th Street NW Corner? I remember asking a guard for help and having him laugh at me. 'All in a day.' Was all I said, and stuck with the NE Corner. I only had to walk two buildings until I was there. It was that exit that I still used, although I did make a habit of suggesting to people they didn't ask "Mabinty" for help if they got lost, only if brought up in idle conversation. The doors opened and students began filing in, I automatically looked around for Brady. After a few seconds, I spied him, looking for me also. I smiled, waved, and he did the same.
We shared a passionate kiss in the middle of Broadway, then we walked inside. Was it true love? If so, was the relationship going to last? Didn't all true romances have to have a tragic ending?
This, is what we were learning in Drama class. Typical, I always thought. A high school run by Hetrick-Martin and the most popular class was Drama. Sigh. Romeo and Juliet never exactly brought out positivity in myself, nor Brady for that matter. We, like two or three other couples in that class, occupied the back row, furiously making out in careful silence while the rest of the class was glued to the plasma, watching the movie. 'Remember, you lot..' Mr. Adams began, pointing to us. Brady and I broke apart and looked at him questioningly. The others followed pronto. 'Remember, you have to analyse this movie!' We groaned, returned our chairs to the front and resumed writing our notes on the pair of Star-Crossed Lovers. Usually, Mr. Adams allowed furious make-out-sessions in the back of the room, as long as we were perfectly silent. That was one thing I liked about Mr. Adams, he was strict, yet lenient, which didn't quite make sense. Brady thought it was plain hilarious. Often calling Mr. Adams' classes 'A complete joke'.
Lunch-Break came after a very long and seemingly endless History lesson. We were currently studying the Cold War, and simply put by Brady one afternoon to sum it up; 'Nothing. Bloody. Happened.'
Sitting in Dunkin' Donuts on W 31st St, after school one Thursday Afternoon with Brady, I slammed my textbook shut and put my head in my hands. 'What's up?'
'Besides me, I give in, I can't find it.' I said, smirking at him. Grinning, he raised one perfect eyebrow, granting permission to continue my looming question. 'What exactly IS a Cold War? I can't find it anywhere in this bloody thing.'
He mutely flipped his textbook so it was viewable to me, and underlined it with one sleek finger. I groaned. 'I was on that page..I swear it.'
'Don't you just love that?' He asked. I simply sighed and sent one of those 'Oh, yeah, a whole lot' expressions at him. I remember my shock, and pleasure when I found this Man at my High School. Somebody, by some sort of miracle, understood me. Understood not only me, but my seemingly endless capacity for levels of sarcasm and black humor even Einstein couldn't decode.
'Well, I'm done.' I said, closing my textbook gently this time. He closed his also and held my hand briefly before we tidied up.
'May I use your Bag?' He asked, holding his precariously stacked pile of papers in one hand with a questioning look adorning his perfect face. I nodded and opened the section I kept just for him. Relieving himself of his papers, he took my hand, and we left the building.
Half a block, and three sneaky kisses later, we exited onto Fifth Avenue and began our slow amble up to 52nd St where I would say goodbye to my man. I hated this part of our Thursdays together. He did too. Walking twenty one and a half blocks together allowed for some decent conversation, and due to the noise of Fifth Avenue, we could have a loud one, and people still wouldn't hear it.
'There's something I have to tell you..' He said in an excited whisper once we got to the corner of Fifth and 52nd St. I cocked my head to the side, wondering what this could possibly be. In my year with him, I hadn't seen him look this excited, not ever.
'..What?' I asked, playfully pretending to be flattered, and I began to lightly and ineptly kick the sidewalk. He took my hand and pulled me just enough to get me to start walking. I wondered what on earth was going on in the man's head, for a split second until I realised he was taking me to his apartment.
Nothing this exciting in living memory had happened to me that was this terrifying. Sure, I'd been this excited when I was sixteen and had finally bought that wretched pair of Manolo Blahniks I'd spied so many years ago off of eBay for a steal. And I had sure been terrified to go to the school Halloween Ball in Drag, but this, this took the cake.
I had made it illegal in my own mind, to go down 52nd St ever. This was just one of those things you get alongside an existing or past relationship while living in Manhattan. Certain streets, hell, even complete Districts of the city in some cases, became automatically blacklisted during or after the relationship.
My best friend Steven, who'd broken it off with his lover of nine months 'Christopher Watson' after he was spotted making out with a rich boy, had to blacklist the entire downtown area of the island. His father, Michael Watson, a Wall Street Tycoon had.."friends". He was also all too eager to order a hit on the guy who broke his son's heart.
This was of course entirely untrue. Chris, who'd finally come clean to his Father after months living the lie, was forbidden to ever leave beyond 23rd St. Steven said it was still worth it, even though he had his heart broken. I asked him why one afternoon.
'Why!? WHY!? HA! I have more freedom than that rich fuck will ever have! He can't go beyond Chelsea!' and then he'd laughed. Though we all knew that Steven was still madly in love with Chris, and we all knew that Chris was still madly in love with Steven. Though the two stubborn idiots wouldn't admit it.
'Ah, the pleasures of teenage love!' Ben had sighed one day, sinking into Brad's arms. 'Remember those days babe? We were only 18..' Brad had laughed then, and Ben joined in. They immediately continued this giggle-fest for an hour, feeding it by throwing handfuls of bubbles at each other from the kitchen sink where the washing up was underway. Even after all these years of progression, we still hadn't installed a dishwasher.
I rolled my eyes and gently shook my head to dispel that particularly painful memory. I chuckled to myself, then realised that we were standing outside Brady's apartment building, the both of us deep in our own memories. I politely waited for him to finish, as he had done for me, then we walked toward the door. 'Evening Brady..And, Oh MY! Is this the fabled BEN!?'
Never, had I heard a door-lady be so unprofessional. Brady had told me about her. His previous doorman had quit, after contracting several bouts of Pneumonia from the spell of rainy weather New York experienced a few years previous. 'Mary, Yes. This is Ben. Ben, Mary. Mary, Ben!' Brady finished a little out of breath. She chuckled, gave me a hug, then stood poker straight outside the door again, fighting to remain as professional as possible. We continued inside the building, into the elevator and up to the 16th Floor, where Brady lived with his Parents. Of course, I'd met Mr. and Mrs. Brady before, in a brief meeting while waiting for a Taxi outside the school. They'd wanted to pick him up that afternoon, but we were heading to a movie and therefore he'd politely refused. His mother had given an approving nod, and we'd proceeded on our separate paths. Even these eleven months later, I didn't know her, nor his father's name. We stepped out of the elevator, when I stopped. I couldn't take another step. Brady felt me pause, then put a reassuring hand on my heart. 'Gee, it's going a mile a minute!'
'I know..It's just..I've never been here before, I'm a little nervous about meeting your parents after a year!' I said in a whisper. An echoey hallway wasn't exactly the most appropriate of places to raise your voice. His answer? A passionate french kiss right outside his front door. I couldn't help it, my foot "popped".
He raised his hand, put the key in the lock and turned it.
Chapter 2: Surprises.
If I had been scared, excited and shocked before, it was nothing to how I felt now. Once Brady had opened the door, I was finally seeing into the home where the love of my life had been raised. I put my hand on his chest too, his heart was beating - if possible - faster than mine. Because of my strong connection, and love for him, I could tell that he was as new at this, as I was.
'Welcome home.' He said. I looked at him, mouth agape with sheer incomprehension of the last two words he'd uttered. 'Home!?' I repeated in my mind, physically unable to find the power to move my mouth for speech. '..Wh-Wh-What?' I asked. He surprised me even more then, by diving down and taking me into his arms and striding into what was clearly the living room with me. I was secretly glad he did this because - and I will kill you if you ever tell him I said it - I couldn't walk.
'Mom, Dad..This is Ben. I believe you've met before, fleetingly.' Brady had returned me to the floor, and put his arm around me. His Mother bestowed a hug on me which said more than words could. His Father just nodded, smiled, then returned to the game with renewed intensity. He then picked me back up and we went to the other side of the large apartment, where his room was obviously located. He threw me onto the bed, and then proceeded to undress that fast that for a moment, I confused him for a Sim. I smiled, remembering how the people in that game Ben had showed me jumped, spun and were suddenly out of their clothes. I couldn't do what Brady was doing now, oh no. Moving any muscle at all was way beyond my current state. Normal people would say I was in a State of Shock. Brady knew me better, and so did I. We'd prefer to use the term "Shocking State". Brady played with my buttons for a full minute before I managed to move my arm, undo one, then return to my nervous-induced immobile stupor. Was it possible that he had me naked that fast? Before I knew it we were on top of each other and I was finally back to me. The beautiful thing about Brady and I was, we hadn't had sex yet. Other couples at the school thought we were mad, insane. Why? According to them a Man could dump you just like "That" after the first or seven thousandth date. If you had or hadn't had sex with him. But, we were comfortable that way. Brady was still wearing his V-Plates, and so was I. Though, we did sleep together devoid of any clothing, quite frequently. Doing this we became accustom to each others body. It helped us both grow to love each other for who we were, not dick size or sex.
'What say you, beautiful..?' He asked. Apparently I'd lapsed into a dreamlike state while entangled in his arms and legs, and hadn't realised I was being spoken to at all.
'Sorry?' I asked, looking up at him, kissing his lips. He kissed me back, but I could feel a question on them. 'What did you say, sorry, I was distracted by you.'
'I was wanting to know if you felt comfortable enough to say..end the year with a bang?' I wouldn't let myself believe what i'd heard and seen him just say. Of course I wanted to have sex with him. We'd agreed before we got into this whole relationship, that if we ever did have sex, it would be when we were both in love, comfortable with one another…………………and inevitably devoid of latex. I had been ready for months, I thought he wasn't. So, I waited like a respectable boy would.
'…Really?' I asked. 'Yes'. I answered for him, moving my hand gently over his chest. He closed his eyes enjoying this. 'But wait, isn't December 31st our first anniversary?' I asked, winking. He saw this, then raised and lowered his eyebrows in quick succession like a villain from vaudeville. It was then, that I ignored all boundaries that had held me back before, and I gave Brady the most passionate kiss that I had ever given him.
'Wow!' He exclaimed, looking at me in wonder. I suppose I should explain. Because of our pact to not have sex until we were in love and comfortable, the both of us had placed very strong and careful boundaries which allowed us to keep it going. One of them being to never let ourselves get carried away while kissing. Until this very moment, did I finally notice that Brady had given up on that boundary sometime in mid-October. Every kiss that he'd given me since, was his most passionate. Whereas every kiss I gave him back, still had that boundary in place. Which would respectively explain why he left with a raging erection, whilst I only left with a semi-hard one. In this split second, I was so thankful for the boundaries that I almost cried out in ecstasy when I finally understood his kiss he now gave me. That had probably saved our relationship. If we hadn't have had the agreement and those boundaries, he'd have probably broken up with me because I didn't kiss him back like I loved him. Thanks to the boundaries however, he knew I was still not sure, not quite ready and he was happy to wait.
Giving into the endless months of sexual tension now seemed ridiculous, but it was the 20th of December…It was only 11 days to wait. Surely, it couldn't be that hard.
Turns out, I was quickly proved wrong. Brady and I were now so comfortable around each other that we walked around his room and en-suite completely naked. It didn't help that I wanted to rock his world so badly that I was instantly hardened by the sight of his ass. It was made even worse by our pact of not "doing it" until we had sex, so it was all the more special and powerful. Personally, I thought that finally releasing would kill me. Don't tell him I said that.
That evening, being the last night class of the year, we both took the train down together, though it was made far less romantic because the both of us were really trying hard not to think about why our seats, were wet. Ew. Getting off the B train at E 8th St, and exiting at the NE corner, we walked into the high school and separated after a kiss to our final night classes of the year. Mine, Information technology, his, Psychology.
Turns out the teachers felt a little kind of heart on the last class, and swore off giving us homework or assignments to do for the end of year break. It was our final year, final class. We'd already done our exams so the teachers basically said 'Screw it. Do what you like' and so we did just that. I whipped out my phone to see a text message from him already in place on my screen.
"Don't no if ull c this until l8r, but we r allowed 2 do what we want. I want 2 txt you. XXOO. I love you."
I hurriedly tapped my reply; "Yeah, We're allowed to do the same. I instantly took out my phone hoping to be first, but again I guess you beat me. I love you more than you know. Can't wait to see you tonight." His reply? "Look out the door.
"
I turned my head and there he was, standing against the wall outside my classroom waving at me, phone in hand. I grinned despite myself and sent "WTF" at him. A brief chuckle said he'd been there for a while. I laughed also. Brent, who'd been with his partner for a solid six months started chanting "Junior and Brady are gonna get 'Mawwied', gonna 'dopt a baby". The whole class joined in, cheering and whooping while paper balls were being thrown at me with hearts drawn on them. I was laughing, unable to stop at that point. They kept going. The only thought I was capable of processing was "Thank goodness for soundproof walls."
After class Brady walked with me to his apartment, where we decided to have an early night. Once again he dove to pick me up but I dodged it. I then dove, picked him up and took him over his own threshold, into his own bedroom and laid him out on his own bed. I undressed myself like he had earlier today, then undressed him nice and slowly. I always enjoyed the expression of pure annoyance and enjoyment on his face when I did that. We climbed into his double bed, naked once more, and slept in a position two people would adopt if occupying a single bed. So intertwined we were, that we hadn't the slightest idea where who began and ended. But we were comfortable, happy and all too eager for December 31st to arrive.
Why? The temperature was forecast to be reaching -15. Though we wouldn't be exactly cold now, would we?
To be continued....
Much Love, TTYL, xx.
momoman.
Just a couple of things to note. There may be a few discrepancies here and there that differ from the original. One being the Given Name of Junior's lover. You'll find, that I've previously listed him as "Jake", and in this second Book, he's referred to as "Brady". There is a reason for this. The man I loved, who broke my heart, ended up with a man by the name of Jake. I did not know this would happen, and when it did, I sort of lost all inspiration for continuing, and I have trouble with names and couldn't think of a new one to use, yaddy yadda...But here we are, new story, new name, new inspiration, one very late night, one big can of caffeine drink later and yours truly. I write about love and sex, but I find myself akin to Carrie Bradshaw (kudos to the woman who gets the reference). I'm single. But unlike her, I AM a Virgin.
Unfortunately I didn't quite take into account the last couple of chapters of the previous book. Which is why the aforementioned discrepancies may arise for you readers. I did open the story however in my chosen distraction free writing environment - TextEdit - and skate over it. So it's not THAT bad.
. Even though you preach to put life first, as I have no life outside of the Internet, I still feel bad for leaving you all for so bloody long. Which is why tonight I have babbled on and on in this bold header (bold mean you read ALL of it, thankyou! *teacher voice*) which you probably will ignore despite my warning. . Anyway, I must bid you all adieu, post the two chapters that I have written tonight and get to bed. I am extremely tired, and if I write any more...I fear I may begin to stop making sense. Also, as I typed this in a 'Plain-Text Word Processor...Paragraphing may be a little off. I did my best though. XXOO. <3.
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Book 2: I Knew It Was True Love.
Prologue: Fear.
I stared at my two dads. I loved these guys unconditionally. Ben? He stood up and walked upstairs. I went to follow, but my father, Brad Sr. stopped me. 'Why?' I asked, fighting back tears as best I possibly could. 'He thinks it's his or our fault you're Gay.'
'That…That's bullshit!' I stammered, trying to hide my shock. Trying to hide anything to do with emotions from my Gay Dad's was a very, bad idea. Why? If one of them suspected I was hiding something, one would mention it to the other, and then the other wouldn't agree, then the other would raise a question as to why he disagreed..etcetera.
Living with to Gay Dad's, complicated. 'I better go see after him..' I started but Brad Sr. put his hand up, and left in my place. I was left to sit on the couch and ponder my new life. 'Can I come in?' Brady asked. I didn't know he'd followed me home. 'Sure..I guess. Though my Dads mightn't like you at present'.
Looking at me questioningly I just raised my head to him, then pointed at me. 'Oh, you told them?' You bet, I said, hanging my head. All I wanted to do was cry, but I was holding it back with my usual pieces of tape and glue. Brady put one comforting hand on me, and I held it there with my own. He came closer, until my head was resting on his shoulder.
Then the water works began.
Chapter 1: Change.
Adjusting to my new life, I knew, was going to take time. Although, I guess you could say it wasn't that at all. I had been living this life since at least Age 6. I remember that Christmas, I'd asked for a Tonka Truck, but really I secretly pined for the pair of Manolo Blahniks that I spied in a Magazine while occupying the lavatory one afternoon.
Each morning, to help myself, I stuck to the same old routine. Shower, Shave and Hygiene, Breakfast, Loo, School. That's how it rolled in my final year of High School. I thought this age, eighteen, a perfect time to out myself to my two Gay Dads. I really have no idea what I was scared of, as they wouldn't exactly have any problem with my sexual orientation.
Being perfectly frank, and a little too open if I may add, I'd always dreaded the time when I'd have to sit down and say 'Dad, Dad..I'm Straight'. That problem!? Phht! Gone. Just like that. I closed the medicine cabinet where I kept my toothpaste and deodorant and looked in the mirror. I didn't look any different, but I sure felt it. School, was gonna be interesting. Sigh.
After Breakfast, and my inevitable morning trip-to-the-loo, I left the Upper West Side apartment where I was raised, and walked three blocks to my usual Subway station. Here I awaited my train to school. It seems silly, being raised in one of the nicer areas of Manhattan Island, and not going to one of the schools where Lady GaGa or Madonna sent her child, right? This, was my choice. I chose to attend a public school. I liked it here, and by age thirteen, I knew that a Public School, and it's students, would be far less uptight about their respective sexualities. I did take into account, however, that straight gay-haters may be around, but I got lucky. It's New York after all, one of the most Gay-friendly places around, from Day 1, I wasn't bullied at all. Sitting on the train, I began to wonder why, suddenly, my heartbeat had just kicked into fifth gear. It had gone from 0 to 80 kilometres per hour in a flat nanosecond. Was it the fact that finally, after so many months of keeping it secret and positively dying for it to be public, that Brady and I could actually do that? Make it public. The thought and those words gave me chills. 'Ohhhh no you do-not!' I thought to myself, and rammed my iPod headphones into my ears to drown out my incessant over-thinking mind. Twenty-Eight minutes and a three minute 'New-York-City-Subway-Train-At-Peak-Hour-Smelly-Armpit' session later, I disembarked and exited to the street right outside the High School. I pause on the street amongst other students waiting for the front doors to be thrown wide, and remember my first day at this joint. I remembered it like it was yesterday. Here was me, leaving the Subway Car and walking around the station for half an hour trying to find which exit to use. Did I want E 8th St NE Corner? Or did I want E 8th St SE Corner? Or did I want E 8th Street NW Corner? I remember asking a guard for help and having him laugh at me. 'All in a day.' Was all I said, and stuck with the NE Corner. I only had to walk two buildings until I was there. It was that exit that I still used, although I did make a habit of suggesting to people they didn't ask "Mabinty" for help if they got lost, only if brought up in idle conversation. The doors opened and students began filing in, I automatically looked around for Brady. After a few seconds, I spied him, looking for me also. I smiled, waved, and he did the same.
We shared a passionate kiss in the middle of Broadway, then we walked inside. Was it true love? If so, was the relationship going to last? Didn't all true romances have to have a tragic ending?
This, is what we were learning in Drama class. Typical, I always thought. A high school run by Hetrick-Martin and the most popular class was Drama. Sigh. Romeo and Juliet never exactly brought out positivity in myself, nor Brady for that matter. We, like two or three other couples in that class, occupied the back row, furiously making out in careful silence while the rest of the class was glued to the plasma, watching the movie. 'Remember, you lot..' Mr. Adams began, pointing to us. Brady and I broke apart and looked at him questioningly. The others followed pronto. 'Remember, you have to analyse this movie!' We groaned, returned our chairs to the front and resumed writing our notes on the pair of Star-Crossed Lovers. Usually, Mr. Adams allowed furious make-out-sessions in the back of the room, as long as we were perfectly silent. That was one thing I liked about Mr. Adams, he was strict, yet lenient, which didn't quite make sense. Brady thought it was plain hilarious. Often calling Mr. Adams' classes 'A complete joke'.
Lunch-Break came after a very long and seemingly endless History lesson. We were currently studying the Cold War, and simply put by Brady one afternoon to sum it up; 'Nothing. Bloody. Happened.'
Sitting in Dunkin' Donuts on W 31st St, after school one Thursday Afternoon with Brady, I slammed my textbook shut and put my head in my hands. 'What's up?'
'Besides me, I give in, I can't find it.' I said, smirking at him. Grinning, he raised one perfect eyebrow, granting permission to continue my looming question. 'What exactly IS a Cold War? I can't find it anywhere in this bloody thing.'
He mutely flipped his textbook so it was viewable to me, and underlined it with one sleek finger. I groaned. 'I was on that page..I swear it.'
'Don't you just love that?' He asked. I simply sighed and sent one of those 'Oh, yeah, a whole lot' expressions at him. I remember my shock, and pleasure when I found this Man at my High School. Somebody, by some sort of miracle, understood me. Understood not only me, but my seemingly endless capacity for levels of sarcasm and black humor even Einstein couldn't decode.
'Well, I'm done.' I said, closing my textbook gently this time. He closed his also and held my hand briefly before we tidied up.
'May I use your Bag?' He asked, holding his precariously stacked pile of papers in one hand with a questioning look adorning his perfect face. I nodded and opened the section I kept just for him. Relieving himself of his papers, he took my hand, and we left the building.
Half a block, and three sneaky kisses later, we exited onto Fifth Avenue and began our slow amble up to 52nd St where I would say goodbye to my man. I hated this part of our Thursdays together. He did too. Walking twenty one and a half blocks together allowed for some decent conversation, and due to the noise of Fifth Avenue, we could have a loud one, and people still wouldn't hear it.
'There's something I have to tell you..' He said in an excited whisper once we got to the corner of Fifth and 52nd St. I cocked my head to the side, wondering what this could possibly be. In my year with him, I hadn't seen him look this excited, not ever.
'..What?' I asked, playfully pretending to be flattered, and I began to lightly and ineptly kick the sidewalk. He took my hand and pulled me just enough to get me to start walking. I wondered what on earth was going on in the man's head, for a split second until I realised he was taking me to his apartment.
Nothing this exciting in living memory had happened to me that was this terrifying. Sure, I'd been this excited when I was sixteen and had finally bought that wretched pair of Manolo Blahniks I'd spied so many years ago off of eBay for a steal. And I had sure been terrified to go to the school Halloween Ball in Drag, but this, this took the cake.
I had made it illegal in my own mind, to go down 52nd St ever. This was just one of those things you get alongside an existing or past relationship while living in Manhattan. Certain streets, hell, even complete Districts of the city in some cases, became automatically blacklisted during or after the relationship.
My best friend Steven, who'd broken it off with his lover of nine months 'Christopher Watson' after he was spotted making out with a rich boy, had to blacklist the entire downtown area of the island. His father, Michael Watson, a Wall Street Tycoon had.."friends". He was also all too eager to order a hit on the guy who broke his son's heart.
This was of course entirely untrue. Chris, who'd finally come clean to his Father after months living the lie, was forbidden to ever leave beyond 23rd St. Steven said it was still worth it, even though he had his heart broken. I asked him why one afternoon.
'Why!? WHY!? HA! I have more freedom than that rich fuck will ever have! He can't go beyond Chelsea!' and then he'd laughed. Though we all knew that Steven was still madly in love with Chris, and we all knew that Chris was still madly in love with Steven. Though the two stubborn idiots wouldn't admit it.
'Ah, the pleasures of teenage love!' Ben had sighed one day, sinking into Brad's arms. 'Remember those days babe? We were only 18..' Brad had laughed then, and Ben joined in. They immediately continued this giggle-fest for an hour, feeding it by throwing handfuls of bubbles at each other from the kitchen sink where the washing up was underway. Even after all these years of progression, we still hadn't installed a dishwasher.
I rolled my eyes and gently shook my head to dispel that particularly painful memory. I chuckled to myself, then realised that we were standing outside Brady's apartment building, the both of us deep in our own memories. I politely waited for him to finish, as he had done for me, then we walked toward the door. 'Evening Brady..And, Oh MY! Is this the fabled BEN!?'
Never, had I heard a door-lady be so unprofessional. Brady had told me about her. His previous doorman had quit, after contracting several bouts of Pneumonia from the spell of rainy weather New York experienced a few years previous. 'Mary, Yes. This is Ben. Ben, Mary. Mary, Ben!' Brady finished a little out of breath. She chuckled, gave me a hug, then stood poker straight outside the door again, fighting to remain as professional as possible. We continued inside the building, into the elevator and up to the 16th Floor, where Brady lived with his Parents. Of course, I'd met Mr. and Mrs. Brady before, in a brief meeting while waiting for a Taxi outside the school. They'd wanted to pick him up that afternoon, but we were heading to a movie and therefore he'd politely refused. His mother had given an approving nod, and we'd proceeded on our separate paths. Even these eleven months later, I didn't know her, nor his father's name. We stepped out of the elevator, when I stopped. I couldn't take another step. Brady felt me pause, then put a reassuring hand on my heart. 'Gee, it's going a mile a minute!'
'I know..It's just..I've never been here before, I'm a little nervous about meeting your parents after a year!' I said in a whisper. An echoey hallway wasn't exactly the most appropriate of places to raise your voice. His answer? A passionate french kiss right outside his front door. I couldn't help it, my foot "popped".
He raised his hand, put the key in the lock and turned it.
Chapter 2: Surprises.
If I had been scared, excited and shocked before, it was nothing to how I felt now. Once Brady had opened the door, I was finally seeing into the home where the love of my life had been raised. I put my hand on his chest too, his heart was beating - if possible - faster than mine. Because of my strong connection, and love for him, I could tell that he was as new at this, as I was.
'Welcome home.' He said. I looked at him, mouth agape with sheer incomprehension of the last two words he'd uttered. 'Home!?' I repeated in my mind, physically unable to find the power to move my mouth for speech. '..Wh-Wh-What?' I asked. He surprised me even more then, by diving down and taking me into his arms and striding into what was clearly the living room with me. I was secretly glad he did this because - and I will kill you if you ever tell him I said it - I couldn't walk.
'Mom, Dad..This is Ben. I believe you've met before, fleetingly.' Brady had returned me to the floor, and put his arm around me. His Mother bestowed a hug on me which said more than words could. His Father just nodded, smiled, then returned to the game with renewed intensity. He then picked me back up and we went to the other side of the large apartment, where his room was obviously located. He threw me onto the bed, and then proceeded to undress that fast that for a moment, I confused him for a Sim. I smiled, remembering how the people in that game Ben had showed me jumped, spun and were suddenly out of their clothes. I couldn't do what Brady was doing now, oh no. Moving any muscle at all was way beyond my current state. Normal people would say I was in a State of Shock. Brady knew me better, and so did I. We'd prefer to use the term "Shocking State". Brady played with my buttons for a full minute before I managed to move my arm, undo one, then return to my nervous-induced immobile stupor. Was it possible that he had me naked that fast? Before I knew it we were on top of each other and I was finally back to me. The beautiful thing about Brady and I was, we hadn't had sex yet. Other couples at the school thought we were mad, insane. Why? According to them a Man could dump you just like "That" after the first or seven thousandth date. If you had or hadn't had sex with him. But, we were comfortable that way. Brady was still wearing his V-Plates, and so was I. Though, we did sleep together devoid of any clothing, quite frequently. Doing this we became accustom to each others body. It helped us both grow to love each other for who we were, not dick size or sex.
'What say you, beautiful..?' He asked. Apparently I'd lapsed into a dreamlike state while entangled in his arms and legs, and hadn't realised I was being spoken to at all.
'Sorry?' I asked, looking up at him, kissing his lips. He kissed me back, but I could feel a question on them. 'What did you say, sorry, I was distracted by you.'
'I was wanting to know if you felt comfortable enough to say..end the year with a bang?' I wouldn't let myself believe what i'd heard and seen him just say. Of course I wanted to have sex with him. We'd agreed before we got into this whole relationship, that if we ever did have sex, it would be when we were both in love, comfortable with one another…………………and inevitably devoid of latex. I had been ready for months, I thought he wasn't. So, I waited like a respectable boy would.
'…Really?' I asked. 'Yes'. I answered for him, moving my hand gently over his chest. He closed his eyes enjoying this. 'But wait, isn't December 31st our first anniversary?' I asked, winking. He saw this, then raised and lowered his eyebrows in quick succession like a villain from vaudeville. It was then, that I ignored all boundaries that had held me back before, and I gave Brady the most passionate kiss that I had ever given him.
'Wow!' He exclaimed, looking at me in wonder. I suppose I should explain. Because of our pact to not have sex until we were in love and comfortable, the both of us had placed very strong and careful boundaries which allowed us to keep it going. One of them being to never let ourselves get carried away while kissing. Until this very moment, did I finally notice that Brady had given up on that boundary sometime in mid-October. Every kiss that he'd given me since, was his most passionate. Whereas every kiss I gave him back, still had that boundary in place. Which would respectively explain why he left with a raging erection, whilst I only left with a semi-hard one. In this split second, I was so thankful for the boundaries that I almost cried out in ecstasy when I finally understood his kiss he now gave me. That had probably saved our relationship. If we hadn't have had the agreement and those boundaries, he'd have probably broken up with me because I didn't kiss him back like I loved him. Thanks to the boundaries however, he knew I was still not sure, not quite ready and he was happy to wait.
Giving into the endless months of sexual tension now seemed ridiculous, but it was the 20th of December…It was only 11 days to wait. Surely, it couldn't be that hard.
Turns out, I was quickly proved wrong. Brady and I were now so comfortable around each other that we walked around his room and en-suite completely naked. It didn't help that I wanted to rock his world so badly that I was instantly hardened by the sight of his ass. It was made even worse by our pact of not "doing it" until we had sex, so it was all the more special and powerful. Personally, I thought that finally releasing would kill me. Don't tell him I said that.
That evening, being the last night class of the year, we both took the train down together, though it was made far less romantic because the both of us were really trying hard not to think about why our seats, were wet. Ew. Getting off the B train at E 8th St, and exiting at the NE corner, we walked into the high school and separated after a kiss to our final night classes of the year. Mine, Information technology, his, Psychology.
Turns out the teachers felt a little kind of heart on the last class, and swore off giving us homework or assignments to do for the end of year break. It was our final year, final class. We'd already done our exams so the teachers basically said 'Screw it. Do what you like' and so we did just that. I whipped out my phone to see a text message from him already in place on my screen.
"Don't no if ull c this until l8r, but we r allowed 2 do what we want. I want 2 txt you. XXOO. I love you."
I hurriedly tapped my reply; "Yeah, We're allowed to do the same. I instantly took out my phone hoping to be first, but again I guess you beat me. I love you more than you know. Can't wait to see you tonight." His reply? "Look out the door.
"I turned my head and there he was, standing against the wall outside my classroom waving at me, phone in hand. I grinned despite myself and sent "WTF" at him. A brief chuckle said he'd been there for a while. I laughed also. Brent, who'd been with his partner for a solid six months started chanting "Junior and Brady are gonna get 'Mawwied', gonna 'dopt a baby". The whole class joined in, cheering and whooping while paper balls were being thrown at me with hearts drawn on them. I was laughing, unable to stop at that point. They kept going. The only thought I was capable of processing was "Thank goodness for soundproof walls."
After class Brady walked with me to his apartment, where we decided to have an early night. Once again he dove to pick me up but I dodged it. I then dove, picked him up and took him over his own threshold, into his own bedroom and laid him out on his own bed. I undressed myself like he had earlier today, then undressed him nice and slowly. I always enjoyed the expression of pure annoyance and enjoyment on his face when I did that. We climbed into his double bed, naked once more, and slept in a position two people would adopt if occupying a single bed. So intertwined we were, that we hadn't the slightest idea where who began and ended. But we were comfortable, happy and all too eager for December 31st to arrive.
Why? The temperature was forecast to be reaching -15. Though we wouldn't be exactly cold now, would we?
To be continued....
Much Love, TTYL, xx.
momoman.
