Ask Me No Questions - Revised End Part 2 of 2

Scotty and I got showered, dressed, and walked together across the street to break the news about us to my parents. There was no doubt that they where happy that Scotty had found it in his heart to forgive me. But my dad said that Scotty was making a huge mistake.

The relationship between me and my dad has never been the same since the day that. During the time that Scotty and I didn't speak, my dad continued to play a small role in Scotty's life. When I'd ask how Scotty was doing, my dad would tell me that it didn't concern me. 

I was scared to death as Scotty and I walked across the street. I started to feel sick and he asked what I was so afraid of. I didn't really know exaclty, but I knew that it would be at the front of everyones mind that I was admitting to being somthing that I had hurt Scotty for being. 

We walked into the house and went to the kitchen for something to drink. My folks where watching T.V. in their respective chairs like Edith and Archie Bunker. 

"Hey kiddo! I'm not sure I like your choice of friends" My dad said. 

He wasn't talking to me, he was talking to Scotty. I didn't mind the insults, they had stopped hurting my feelings years ago. But at first they really fucked with my head and hurt me deeply. It was like he my dad was telling me that I had been replaced as his son, without actually saying it. 

My mother went right into her June Cleaver routine. "Hi Scotty! Are you boys hungry? Come on and let me fix you a little snack." She said. 

"No thank's Mrs. P. my mom's making pasketti tonight." Scotty said. 

Pasketti was how Scotty pronounced the word spaghetti when he was little. My mom has always thought that it was so adorable and Scotty never stopped pronouncing it that way to her even though he's been able to say it correctly since he was 11. 

Scotty and I sat on the sofa and our behavior must have spoke volumes. I asked my mom to turn down the volume on the T.V. so that we could talk. My parents immedaitely looked at each other and suddenly, I wanted to be anywhere in the world then there on the sofa. My dad slammed his paper on the floor beside his chair and sighed. He took off his glasses and looked at Scotty.

"What's going on pal? What has he done now? My dad said to Scotty. 

I just dropped my face into my hands and started to cry. As expected, both of my parents freaked and started yelling at me like I had done something to hurt Scotty. 

Scotty said that I hadn't done anything wrong and my mother was asking what had happened. She didn't even ask me why I was crying, she asked Scotty.

Scotty scooted over and put his hand on my shoulder. "Do you want me to do this?" He said. 

I wiped my tears with on my shirt sleeve and told Scotty that I would do it. I just took a deep breath and said it. I couldn't even look at my dad, so I looked at my mom as I spoke.

"I'm in love with Scotty, I love him mom." I said. 

I started crying again, and my mom came over and gave me a hug. My dad stayed put in his chair for a few seconds.

"Say something Frank!" My mom said to my dad. 

My dads eyes had become watery. We all watched as he got up from his chair and left the room without a word. I think that my dad walking away like that hurt Scotty more then it hurt me. I had become jaded by my fathers crualty.

But he quickly returned with his gray metal box. I had known of this box since I was little. It's where all of the important papers where kept. The deed to the house, my birth cirtificate, insurance papers and stuff like that.

My dad sat back down in his chair and opened the box. He pulled out an envelope and my mother got a look on her face like she knew what it was, but had forgotten all about it until just then when she saw it. To my surprise, my dad handed it to Scotty.

Scotty opened the envelope and started to read the letter. Tears begin to flow down his cheeks and he looked at my parents with a smile. I was left there to wonder what was happening. Scotty handed the letter to me as he got up and hugged each of my parents. I noticed the first line of the letter said "To our dearest Terrance" 

Okay, that's me! Good Old Terry. So why did Scotty get to read it first? My heart pounded as the context of the letter became clear.

To Our Dearest Terrance,

Mom and Dad have written this letter to you just incase something should ever happen to us. We love you so much and know that you will be sad, but it will get better as time goes by. You have an entire life to live and we know that you will grow up to be a wonderful man. 

We want you to know that our love for you and your brother is unconditional. It will always be that way, even if we are no longer here with you. 

Always remember Terry, that there is nothing that you could ever do, and there is no choice that you could ever make that would effect our love for you.

Never let there be a time in your life, where you find yourself wondering if mom and dad would approve or disapprove of the choices that you've made in your life. You are part of us son, and we love you no matter what.

Whatever you do from today going forward, remember to always follow your heart.You will find that people, friends, and even those that you have fallen in love with will fade in and out of your life. 

Please don't let Scotty be one of them. Promise to never let him fade out of your life.He need's you son, and what you may not realize at this point in your life, is that you need him even more.This is all that we ask of you.

Love,

Mom & Dad

I was crying as I read the letter and by the time I got to the last paragraph, I remember putting my head down and not being able to stop. I just kept on going until I fell forward off of the sofa, and onto the floor. Scotty helped my back up onto the sofa. 

We sat there and talked with my parents for a few hours. Mostly about how each of us though that me brother would take the news. When he was 17-years old, he and a few friends got in trouble for pushing a gay kid out of the locker room naked. The kid had to walk all the way to the front office with one hand on his dick, and the other on his butt. 

I'm not sure why I was so worried about my brother's feelings. I've never really liked him and that feeling was mutual. The day that he left home for college was the happiest that I had been since I was old enough to formulate the thought that this fucking asshole was my brother. He was nothing like that big brothers that some of my other friends had. I spent the first 8 years of my life wondering what I had done to be treated so badly, and then I just stopped caring. I had met a new kid named Scotty and decided that he would be my brother instead, and I'd even share my dad with him because he didn't have one anymore.

Scotty and I went to my room and just crawled up on my bed and watched television. He left around dinner time and called me when he was done. The phone rang and I answered it before my mom could pick it up in the kitchen.

"Hello" I said

"Hi, this is Scotty from across the street. Is my homosexual lover there?"

"This is he" I said.

"Come over, I'll be in the backyard" Scotty whispered and then hung up.

I went right over and walked up to the gate on the side of the house. It was just getting dark but there was still about 20 minutes left of beautiful colors in the sky. Scotty was on his swing and I walked over and took my place beside him. All of the bad fellings and memories about that spot where gone. I pulled Scotty's swing in front of mine and put my arms and legs around him. We looked at the shapes of the clouds and tried to find shapes that looked like something.

"I couldn't believe your parents letter." Scotty said. "Did you notice the date? They wrote it so long ago."

I agreed but didn't really want to talk about it right then. I wanted to enjoy the feeling that I got from holding him in my arms. I kissed him on side of his neck and told him that I loved him. He told me that he loved me too, and I got that little chill that I get everytime he said it. 

Scotty got up and sat on my lap facing towards me. I was concerned that the swing wouldn't support the both of us. But then Scotty kissed me. I felt his tongue enter my mouth and like always, nothing else mattered but what it did to me when he kissed me, that feeling....

We where so lost in our kiss that we never heard the side gate. What we did hear was the sound of Todd's voice right there in the backyard. We looked up and there he was.

"See! Here the little queers are. Didn't I tell you that they'd be fagging-off someplace?" Todd said to some black guy standing next to him.

They both had beer bottles, and Todd sounded buzzed. Todd pointed to me and told his buddy that I can take cock like a fucking champ. Then he said that Scotty was nice and tight.

Todd's friend looked embarrassed to be there and he was trying to get Todd to leave. 

"Come on Todd! Let's go." He said.

Todd told his buddy to hang on. He said that maybe we'd put on a show so he could see how much we like taking cock up the butt. The black guy surised us. I had thought that Todd brought him over to "out" Scotty and I and then deny being gay himself. His friend ended that thought.

"What about you Todd? You just had my big black dick up your ass and hour ago. I didn't hear you complaining." He said.

Todd told him to shut up. His buddy introduced himself to us and said his name was Darius.

"I was supposed to play like I was straight and Todd and I would catch you two, but this Country ass white boy is pissing me off talkin' all this shit to you."

He even apologized to us for Todd's behavior before walking back towards the gate and leaving. Todd just stood there looking at Scotty still safely held in my arms, and it was obvious what was really going on. He wasn't mad, he was hurt because he was looking at love. Todd only knew sex. That's all he knew with me, and I'm assuming Scotty, and maybe even Darius as well. Todd wanted to feel love and nobody would give it to him.

He finnally realized that nothing that he was saying had any effect on us. He finally walked to the side gate and left.

I called my parents and told them that I was going to stay the night at Scotty's. We hadn't talked about the sexual part of our realtionship with my parents and it would be wierd having them in the next room wondering if Scotty and I where doing it. On the other hand, Scotty's mom had already heard Scotty and I going at it. At worst, she'd just tell us to move the bed away from the wall, or get on the floor.

Scotty and I took showers and setteled in for the night in his bedroom. We never got dressed and just stayed naked. Scotty checked email on the computer while I layed on his bed watching cable. 

But I ended up staring at Scotty the entire time as sat at his desk He was being illuminated from the T.V. behind him, and the computer screen in front of him. He's so beautiful, and I started to try and imagine what our life will be like when we're 30, or 40-years old. I know that people say that nothing last forever, and realized just then that I didn't really care if Scotty did or didn't love me forever. Just as long as he loved me for the rest of my life.

I got up from the bed and walked over to his desk and stood naked by his side. He patted me on the butt and told me that he was almost done. I picked up a ball point pen and looked at it and then at him. He found my behavior odd.

"What?" he said.

"Is this your pen?" I asked.

"No! It's our pen" Scotty said with a smile.

I dropped the pen on the ground at Scotty feet. "Oops! I dropped our pen. Don't worry, I'll get it." I said. 

I went to the floor and took his soft penis into my mouth. I didn't suck, or move up and down on it. I just swirled my tongue around and enjoyed the feeling of it coming to life and hardening in my mouth. His balls where still a liitle moist from his shower, but his pubic hair smelled like soap and I liked that odd combination of stimulating two particular scenses. The smell of his crotch and the taste of his precum simaltanoiusly did something to me. 

Scotty was moaning and rubbing my shoulders as I started to suck his dick. He moved his butt closer to the edge of the seat so he could lean back further and stretch out his legs. His cock was now as hard as a rock and Scotty was going nuts. I hooked my hands on the back of both of his legs right behind the knees and pulled them up as far as I could. I started exploring with my tongue the area just below his balls.

"Stop! Scotty said. "Let's get on the bed, please!"

I stopped and we got on the bed and I resumed the attention I was paying to Scotty. He pulled me off of his dick and up to him so the we where face-to-face. We layed there for the longest time just looking at each other. I was trying to imagime what he was thinking but I got side tracked by thiking about how lucky I was to be here. I mean right here at this moment after everthing that had happened.

"What are you thinking?" Scotty asked.

I told him that I was thinking about how much I love him and how lucky I was. I tried to describe the feeling that I get everytime that he kisses me or looks at me a certain way. I wanted to know what a wonderful feeling it was. He asked if was like an orgasm amd I told him that it was different and didn't only last a few seconds, it could feel it the entire time that we kiss.

"I want something from you." Scotty said

"What? " I asked.

"Show me how much you love me, ya know?" He said. 

And I actually wasn't entirly sure what he wanted until he grabbed my dick and said that he wanted it. He wanted me to use it to show me how much I loved him. 

I reached between Scotty legs and teased him by inserting my finger and kissing him while I slowly moved my finger around inside of him. He was moaning as we kissed and I could tell that he liked the feeling so I pulled my finger out and re-inserted two fingers. I was so turned on and the sounds that he made where getting my dick hard enough to give him what he really wanted.

"I can't wait anymore. Do it to me! I'm ready" He said.

I removed my fingers and aimed my dick and pushed it into him. He could easily take the width of my cock and I pushed forward only to the point where my finger tips had just been. I started fucking him making sure that I didn't push in all the way. I held this motion up as long as I could. But then I felt my second load of cum rising to the surface.

Without warning, I slammed all the way forward into Scotty and he almost screamed. The head of my erect penis was slamming into his prostate and it was too much for him. After about 10 more pumps of my dick going all the way in and hitting bottom, Scotty begin to cum all over himself. I could hear the first shot splatter on his neck. 

He was gasping the words "I'm cumming!" over and over. His head was moving from side to side and his hands where pulling at the bed sheets. I started cumming and my most powerful shots fired off as Scotty was squeezing down to squirt out his last few blasts.

I slowly let my cock slide free of his ass and collapsed on the bed next to him. I turned on my side and started to clean up all of the semen from his stomach. There was so much of it. I had never seen one person shoot so much cum. 

We took a shower together and then got back into bed. Scotty passed out in a matter of minutes and I just watched him sleep for a while until I drifted off myself. It was our first night together where nothing was secret. Our parents knew about us and we didn't have to hide it anymore.I've never had a better nights sleep.