No More Rainbows
by and © Ronyx
Chapter 10
Brent and I were resting comfortably watching television. He still had his head on my shoulder, and I was gently rubbing his leg. Amber and Linda would look over at us occasionally. I could tell that they didn't believe our story that Brent and I hadn't had sex.
Brent's parents returned from shopping later in the afternoon. They walked into the den and saw us sitting closely together. I had attempted to sit up and move away when I heard them come home, but Brent said it would be all right.
"Brent," requested his father. "May I see you in your room for a minute?" Brent gave me a puzzled look, and then he got up and followed his father down the hall.
"I told you Dad was going to be pissed," whispered Amber from across the room. "You guys should have been more careful."
"We didn't do nothing," I insisted.
"Yeah, right," she said mockingly. "Anyone can look at you two and tell you're in love. Dad's not stupid, you know."
I was beginning to get worried. Even though we technically hadn't 'done it,' our rationalization wouldn't hold up. Masturbating together, and rubbing our bodies against each other until we had an orgasm, was sex. I could picture Brent trying to convince his father it wasn't.
Brent returned about fifteen minutes later. He looked worried, but he hadn't been crying. I guess that was a good sign. "Dad wants to talk to us," he whispered in my ear. I gave him a frightened look. He grabbed my hand and lifted me from the sofa. I hesitantly followed him down the hall to his room.
His father was sitting on the side of the bed when we entered. His face was expressionless, so I couldn't judge how he was feeling. He motioned for me to sit down beside him.
"Brent," he said. "I'm very thirsty. Would you go get me a soda?" He looked over at me. "Bring Artie one too." Brent looked at me and gave me a questioning look. I could tell he didn't want to leave me alone with his father.
"Sometime today would be nice," his father laughed. Brent gave me a worried expression, and then walked out of the room.
"He cares about you," Mr. England said as soon as Brent left the room. I sat quietly, not knowing how to respond.
"When he told his mother and me he was gay a few years ago, we accepted it." He paused for a minute before continuing. "We knew someday he'd meet someone and fall in love." He looked over at me and our eyes met. "I just didn't think it would be this soon. I figured it would be after he left home and went off to college."
I was becoming increasingly uncomfortable. I didn't know if he was expecting me to say something. Unsure, I just looked at him and waited for him to finish.
"He's my youngest, and he's always had a special place in my heart. My other boys were always so athletic and strong, so I didn't have to worry about them. However, Brent has always been small for his age, and he never made friends like my other children.
"While the others were outside playing, he would be in his room reading a book. His mother and I worried because he seemed so alone." I watched as tears welled up in his eyes.
"After talking to him a few minutes ago, I realized one thing." He reached out and patted my hand. "He wasn't alone. He was just waiting for the right person to come along."
Tears began to well up in my eyes also. Mr. England reached over and pulled me into a hug. After a minute, he pulled back and continued. "He's told me how he feels about you, and I guess you feel the same way about him?"
"Yes, Sir," I said softly. "I care very much about him."
"When he returns, then there are some things we need to discuss." I nodded, but I wasn't sure what he wanted to talk about. Brent soon returned with the cokes. He gave me a tentative look when he handed me mine. He was probably nervous about what his father had said to me. He sat down beside me, resting his body against mine.
"It's obvious you boys care a lot for each other," his father said. "You're very lucky to have each others as friends. And personally, I'd like to see you be just that for a while- just friends.
"But I also know that you are young men, and your testosterone is working overtime." I looked at Brent and he was blushing from the comment his father had just made. "Your bodies are changing rapidly, and sometimes it's difficult to keep it in check.
"If you were two friends, then the things you would do together would be just two boys experimenting- discovering what your young bodies are capable of doing." Brent and I looked at each other and blushed again.
"However, you two care about each other; perhaps, you even love each other. So the things you do together will involve more than just playful experimenting. You will become emotionally involved. How you handle your feelings may affect you emotionally for the rest of your life. For that reason, I want you to go slowly." We both nodded our heads in agreement.
"Brent, you are only fifteen, and Artie you're sixteen. I'm not going to insult you by saying you are too young to understand your feelings for each other. I would prefer that you not engage in sex. However, realistically, I know I can't control that. You'll just find ways to do things when my back is turned." He looked at Brent and gave him a smug look. Brent looked away and blushed. I knew then that we had been busted.
"I am going to make a request from both of you. I won't make you promise me anything, because then it will only make you feel guilty; and that is no way to be involved in a relationship."
Brent asked, "What do you want us to do, Dad?"
"It's more like what I don't want you to do." He looked us both in the eyes. "I don't want you to have anal sex."
Brent and I looked wide-eyed at each other. That was something neither of us had ever considered. I know I hadn't. After our initial surprised reaction, we started giggling.
"Dad, that's so nasty," giggled Brent. "I've never even thought about that."
"Well, I'd prefer it be that way for a few more years," he said seriously. "I would never have condoned Debra engaging in sex when she was fifteen. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
"Yes, Sir," we said in unison.
"So we can do other things?" Brent's face turned about fifty shades of red.
"I didn't say that," his father laughed when he noticed our embarrassment. "I said boys will be boys."
"I love you, Dad." Brent put his arms around his father's neck, and leaned in and kissed him on his cheek. He then leaned over and kissed me on mine.
"One final thing," Mr. England said. "Your mother and I expect you to use some discretion. We don't mind you expressing your feelings, but keep it respectable. We no more want to watch you and Artie swapping spit, than we would want to watch Jared ramming his tongue down whatever girl he's with this week."
"Ewww," said Brent. "Just give me nightmares." His father ruffled both our hair, and then got up and left the room laughing.
"That went well," remarked Brent after his father left.
"I thought when he said he wanted to talk to us, he was going to say he didn't want us to see each other."
"He was," confessed Brent. "I accidentally let it slip out that we had done something. He got really mad."
"What changed his mind?" Tears appeared in Brent's eyes.
"I told him I was in love with you." I leaned in and kissed him passionately. Suddenly, the door flew open, and Amber and Linda came rushing in.
"I told you they'd be at it," said Amber to Linda. "They're like dogs in heat."
"Shut up!" Brent shouted. He got up, but sat down quickly when he realized his dick was tenting his shorts. Amber and Linda looked down and began laughing.
"Now it's your turn, Artie." Linda laughed. My face was turning red. I had my hands in my lap trying to hide my erection.
"He can't stand either," laughed Amber.
After several more minutes of playful conversation, Linda asked, "Where do you guys want to go later? It is Saturday night." We finally decided that we would go to the mall and walk around for a while before going to dinner and then a movie.
We had about an hour before we would leave. Brent suggested that I shower first.
"Wanna join me?" I gave him a flirtatious look and wiggled my eyebrows.
"Dad would kill us," he said. "You heard what he said."
"He only said we couldn't..." I began to blush. "Well, you know."
"Yes," he replied. "But he also told us to be discreet. Taking a shower together is not being discreet." I frowned, and then grabbed a towel and headed to the bathroom. When I returned Brent was standing naked at his dresser, looking for some clean underwear. I dropped my towel, and then walked up behind him and wrapped my arms around him.
"Mmmm," he purred, pushing his body back into mine. "This feels nice." I rested my head on his shoulder and continued to hold him tightly. He pressed further into me when he felt my erection on his back.
"It sure does," I whispered in his ear. "What did I ever do to deserve someone like you?"
He moved away and turned to face me. I looked down and saw his cock jutting out. "You're kidding me, right?" He asked. "You're asking me that? I go to bed each night wondering what I did to deserve someone as wonderful as you." I just stood looking at him. The beautiful boy in front of me thought he was the lucky one.
"Hold on." He covered himself and ran out of the room. I watched his cute bubble butt disappear out the door. While he was gone, I dressed for our official first date. He returned a few minutes later, toweling off his wet hair. He blushed when he realized he was naked in front of me and my eyes were riveted to his cock.
"Take a picture," he giggled. "It might last longer." I pulled out my cell phone and directed it at him. He ran into his closet and slammed the door. I tried to open it, but he was holding it tightly.
"You said I could take a picture," I shouted through the door.
"I didn't mean it," he shouted back. "Besides, it would be all over the internet by morning."
"No it wouldn't," I started laughing. "I just want it for my personal enjoyment."
"Pervert!" he screamed. A minute later he came out, dressed in a light blue shirt and a pair of denim shorts. He looked cute with his damp hair flowing down the side of his face. I stepped back and aimed my phone at him. He posed and stuck his tongue out at me. When I looked at it on my phone screen, it was one of the most beautiful images I had ever seen.
He brushed his hair and put on a pair of sandals, and then walked over to the bed and sat down beside me.
"You don't have a clue, do you?" He said as he took my hand in his and squeezed it tightly.
"About what?" I asked.
"How wonderful you are." He looked me in the face and smiled gently. Then he did the cutest thing- he leaned in and kissed me on my nose. I sat and looked at him in amazement.
"You really are," he continued. "You're one of the nicest people I've ever met. You don't put on pretenses like everyone else. You're modest- and humble. You've got a great sense of humor. I really like being around you. Plus, you're cute as hell."
I just looked at him in amazement. He had said everything I thought about him. "You're kidding me, right?" I asked.
"See," he giggled. "There you go again. Being modest. It's so cute." He leaned in and kissed me on my nose again. There were a million things I wanted to say to him, but only one thing seemed sensible. I leaned in and kissed him. He moaned when I pulled him into me and held him tightly.
After several minutes, he pulled away. "We'd better get downstairs or we'll never get to the mall."
"I'm in favor of staying here the rest of the day." I wiggled my eyebrows at him.
"Perv," he giggled. He stood, and once again his shorts were tented. He looked down at me and started laughing. I reached over and rearranged his cock so it wasn't so noticeable. He giggled as he reached out and rearranged mine. We then held hands as we walked downstairs to the kitchen.
"It's about time you brought your butts downstairs," said Amber. Brent's parents were sitting at the table. They looked up and noticed us holding hands. I wanted to pull away, but Brent squeezed my hand tighter. I guess he wanted his parents to accept the fact that we were boyfriends. Both of them smiled, and then went back to reading the newspaper.
Jared walked in and slapped Brent and me on our butts. "Still sore from the workout?" He laughed. "No, oh wait! The massage helped, didn't it?" I don't know who turned red the fastest, Brent or me. Jared leaned against the counter and roared with laughter. It was obvious he must have walked back into the room without us knowing it, and he had seen us massaging each other after our workout.
"What are you talking about?" Linda asked. I watched as Brent looked at his brother and pleaded with his eyes not to tell. Jared stopped laughing, and then gave Brent a knowing wink.
"Nothing," he said. "I was just messing around." Brent and I let out a sigh of relief.
"Boys," huffed Linda. "And people always say girls make no sense." She took Amber's hand and looked over at us. "You ready?" We nodded.
"Jared's taking us," she said. We looked over and he gave us a goofy, toothy grin.
I think Brent and I were afraid Jared was going to try to embarrass us again as he drove us to the mall. I thought he was holding back because their parents had been in the kitchen earlier. From what he had said, it was obvious he had seen us lying on the floor as we 'massaged' each other. I didn't know if he had accidentally returned to the basement and saw us, or if he was lurking in the dark watching us both reach an orgasm. One thing was for sure- I couldn't look him in the eyes.
I think he could sense my nervousness. When he dropped us off at the mall, I was the last to get out of the car. He grabbed my arm and stopped me as I climbed out of the backseat.
"Just for the record," he grinned. "I didn't see anything. When I came back down to the basement, I heard you guys having a little fun." He wiggled his eyebrows, causing me to start blushing. "I went back upstairs. Sorry if I embarrassed you earlier."
"Thanks, Jared." I reached out and touched his arm. "I'm glad you're Brent's brother."
"Me, too," he smiled as I closed the door and watched him drive off.
I caught up with Brent and the girls. We walked around the mall, mainly window-shopping. When the girls went into a Victoria's Secret, we decided it was time to separate.
"We'll meet you guys at the food court in an hour," said Brent as he checked the time on his watch. "Be there around 6:15."
"Okay," replied Linda. "But you sure you don't want to join us? You'd look good in a black teddy, Brent."
"What's a teddy?" he asked. Amber turned and pointed to a skimpy nightgown on a model in the window. Brent blushed and then hurried away, leaving the rest of us laughing.
I ran to catch up to him. "Sure you don't want to wear a teddy to bed tonight?" I kidded. "You'd look hot in it."
"Hot this!" He flipped me off and then walked away. He pretended to be mad at me, but I knew he wasn't. He slowed down and we walked through the mall, shoulder to shoulder.
When we approached a Barnes and Nobles, Brent asked me if I wanted to go in. I told him I did, so we spent the rest of our time in the science fiction section. Brent bought two books by authors I wasn't familiar with. He told me I could read them after he finished with them. He assured me I'd enjoy them.
We were about ten minutes late meeting the girls. They were at a table on the west side of the food court engaged in a quiet conversation when we approached.
"What do you have a taste for?" Brent asked me after we sat down.
"You," giggled Amber. "He wants Brent on a bun."
"More like Brent's buns," laughed Linda. They laughed harder when we began to blush brightly. I don't think I'll ever get used to their sexual jokes.
Brent asked, "How about a pizza?"
"Sounds good to me," I replied. Amber and Linda agreed. We ordered a large pizza, fries and sodas. I wanted to pay for it, but they insisted on splitting the cost. I agreed, but only if I could buy ice cream for everyone after the movie.
We were eating and playfully chatting, when I looked across the food court. I stopped eating as tears welled up in my eyes. My father was sitting at a table with another man. They were casually dressed and appeared to be having a good time. Through teary eyes, I watched as my father would say something amusing, and then reach out and grab the man's arm.
"What's wrong?" Brent asked when he saw my tearful face. His eyes followed mine, until he saw who had captured my attention. Amber and Linda turned when they saw us staring across the room.
"Jesus, Artie," exclaimed Linda. "That's your dad. What's he doing here?"
I rose from the table and rushed to the men's room located not far from where we were sitting. I ran into a stall, sat down, and started crying uncontrollably. I knew the first time I saw my father would be painful, but I had no idea it would hurt so much. It also hurt me to see him with someone other than my mother.
"Artie, are you all right?" Brent was standing outside the stall, knocking softly on the door. I reached for some tissue and wiped my wet eyes. "Will you let me in?"
I started sobbing again. I couldn't control the emotions I was feeling.
"Artie, please?" Brent begged from outside the door. Before I could reach up and unlock the door, he came crawling in from under the door. After he was inside, he knelt down and pulled me into him while I cried. He rubbed my back and whispered softly to me that everything would be all right.
"It hurts, Brent," I sobbed. "I wasn't ready to see him yet."
"You knew you would have to someday," he said.
"I know," I replied. "But it was supposed to be when I was with Dr... Ashe. She was going to help me through it."
"Why don't we get out of here?" He continued to hold me tightly. "I'll call Jared to come get us." He lifted me up and I fell weakly against him. He tore off some tissue and wiped my tear-stained face.
"Come on." He led me from the restroom. Amber and Linda were waiting outside for us. "Call Jared." He handed his phone to Amber. He put his arm around me and led me from the food court. He was careful to position his body so that I couldn't see my father again.
We exited the mall at the east side and sat on a bench waiting for Jared to arrive. Brent wrapped his arm protectively around me. Linda sat on my other side, holding my hand.
"I'll be all right, Guys," I assured them as I sat up straight and wiped the tears from my eyes. "I'm sorry I ruined our first date." I looked over and saw Brent smiling at me.
"You didn't ruin it," he responded. "I'm with you, and that's all that matters." He pulled me into him and kissed me tenderly on my cheek.
Jared's car raced up to where we were. He stopped and jumped out, and then ran up to me.
"What's happened to Artie?" he asked excitedly. "You didn't tell me much over the phone. Is he hurt?"
"I'm okay," I said; however, he could see the tears in my eyes.
"Let's get him in the car," said Brent, "and we'll fill you in on the way home."
Brent took my hand and led me to the car. As I started to get in, I heard someone call my name. I turned and saw my father standing about thirty feet away.
"Artie, please," he pleaded. "I need to talk to you."
Jared moved around between us as Brent pushed me into the backseat of the car. Jared then jumped in and pulled off. I looked out the window and saw the sad expression on my father's face. I slumped down in the seat and began to cry once again, while Brent put his arm around me and tried to comfort me.
I had stopped crying by the time we reached Brent's house. We had driven in silence. I guess no one knew what to say to be to make me feel better.
Mr. and Mrs. England gave us a puzzled look when we walked in. They weren't expecting to see us for several hours. Brent went over to his father and whispered in his ear. His father rose from his chair and came over to me. He put his hand on my back, led me down to Brent's room, and then closed the door. Once inside, he pulled me into a hug and held me while I broke down again.
"Let it out," he said soothingly.
"It hurts so much, Mr. England!" I wailed.
"I know it does," he said. He led me over to Brent's bed and sat me down.
"Your father made a big mistake," he said. "But one thing I'm sure about, he still loves you."
"If he loved us, then why did he do what he did?" I cried.
"I don't have the answer to that," he replied. "Maybe someday you'll understand."
"I hate him!" I screamed.
"No, you don't." He pulled away and looked into my eyes. "You're hurting because you still love him. If you really hated him, you wouldn't be in so much pain."
I held him tightly while I continued to sob. "I want my Dad," I screamed. I started pounding on Mr. England's chest. "Daddy! Why did you hurt us so much? We loved you! I love you!"
"Let it out." Mr. England continued to rub my back soothingly. "Let all the pain out."
After several minutes, I began to calm down. Mr. England held me without saying anything. I wiped the tears from my eyes and sighed.
"What do I do now?" I asked, more to myself than to him.
"You need to talk to him," he said. "You've got a lot of unanswered questions. You need to talk to him and tell him how you're feeling."
"I'm not sure I can," I said sadly. "It hurt me tonight just to see him."
"Of course it did," he replied. "You've been emotionally hurt, and those don't go away quickly. But I think you still love your father, and you need to talk to him."
"Thank you, Mr. England." I reached out and gave him a hug. "I'm glad you were here tonight. I really thought I was going to lose it."
"I'll always be here," he assured me. "You're my son-in-law now." We both started laughing.
"Yeah," I giggled. "I guess I am."
"And whenever you feel you are ready to see your father, I'll be glad to go with you."
"Thank you. I may take you up on that. I'm not sure I can go alone."
"I mean it, Son." He gave me a hug and then rose from the bed. "You want me to send Brent in?" I nodded. He left and within seconds, Brent rushed in and hugged me.
"You all right?" he asked worriedly.
"I am now," I assured him. "Your father helped a lot."
"Yeah," he said. "He's pretty good at that. I don't know how many times I've cried on his shoulder."
We sat quietly for a few minutes, just holding hands. I was still emotional, but talking to Mr. England had helped. I did realize that if I was ever going to find peace of mind, I'd have to confront my father.
I didn't have to wait long. My cell phone started ringing. When I looked to see who was calling- it was my father!
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