Date: Wed, 15 Nov 2000 12:09:54 EST From: Raymond Blake Subject: Davy's Diary - GM/AY This story is a work of erotic fiction involving a youth-adult sexual relationship. If you are offended by such material please do not read any further. This is a complete work of fiction and is intended for adult audiences. Copyright Notice - This story is copyrighted by The Paratwa Partnership, A Colorado Corporation. The author retains all rights. ______________________ Davy's Diary by Tom Cup "David Michael I know you hear me!" I got up and looked out my bedroom window from the red brick colonial apartment building we moved into a week before. There was my mom and some guy looking up at me. Mom and Dad split up last year because as mom said, "We just see things a little differently and need some time apart." Ok, some time apart. A whole freaking year?!? And why in the hell are we living in this shit hole of a place. "What?" I said leaning out of the window. "Come down I want you to meet someone. Great I thought, less than a year and here she is flirting why some asshole. "Ok, I'll be right down." I turned and took one last look at the web page I had been viewing; shut down the screen; exited the program and shut down the computer. When I got down stairs mom introduced me to Ray, "Call me R.J.", he said extending his hand. I shook it staring at the ground the whole time. "How do you do?" "Oh, not bad really. How about you?" He asked. God, I thought to myself, I didn't want to start a fricking conversation. I was just being polite because that's what mom wanted. "I'm ok," I managed at last. "Mr. Jameson is just moving in upstairs. Right above us. Isn't that something?" Great, I thought, absolutely freaking great. "And you will never guess what else. He's going to be teaching at the school...Art!" my mom sang out. Ok great, now not only am I standing here talking to a perfect stranger but a teacher at the shit school I don't want to go to! But still I did like art so finally I took a long look at the guy. He was about 5'11, had a nice tan; not to dark and not to light, medium build, brown wavy hair that was slightly to long, great blue eye and a really nice smile. My eyes spotted the van backed up to the sidewalk leading into our apartment building. I study the mural on the side; a bunch of horses that seemed to be running off into the street. "Is that yours?" I asked. "Yep," he responded. "Did you paint that on the side." I asked. "Sure did. What do you think?" I took and longer look this time studying the painting and finally said, "The purple is not right. It should be darker." "David!" mom said about to start a lecture on being polite but was interrupted by the laughter of R.J. "You know I really think that too. Most people don't noticed. You got a really good eye." I smile at that and R.J. said, "Ahhhh... got a smile out of ya and dimples to boot!" "Why don't you help Mr. Jameson move his things upstairs?" mom asked. "Mom," I whined but could tell by the look she gave me that this would be a lossing arguement. Ok, ok, I thought. Just had to move all our shit into this place and now I have to help a total stranger move his stuff on to the top floor. "It really is all right," R.J. was saying as he move to open the back of his van, "I don't have much and no kid wants to be caught helping a teacher at his school." Now I felt bad. This guy might be cool after all. "Are you sure," mom asked as he openned the back of the van. "Yeah, really, it's ok," R.J. said. But by then I was staring into the back of the van at boxes of art supplies, a road bike and a bunch of computer stuff. "I'm sorry," I blurted out, "I'll help you." Mom smiled, ruffled my hair and practically danced inside. [Diary entry - September 3, 1992. I met a guy named R.J today. He moved in upstairs. Got alot of cool stuff. He likes to paint. He's the new art teacher at St. Mary's. He likes to bike and has a cool ten speed. And has the most awesome computer I have every seen.] R.J. was right. He didn't have much to bring in. When I asked him about it he said that he had just been hired from some all boys school in the middle of nowhere. And that the teachers lived on campus and really didn't have much space for personal belongings. "To me this is a step up!" he said. God, I thought, that's hard to believe. I asked if I could check out some of his supplies and said, "Sure, just keep them in the order they're in, ok?" He did have a lot of great paints; arranged neatly in various shades. I found his sketching pad and started looking through it. He was busy setting up his computer and not really watching what I was doing. Not bad I thought to myself. It didn't really hit me until I got to the last drawing that all of them were of boys about my age - 12 or 13 at the most. I really liked the last one. It was of a guy that looked alot like R.J. standing in the middle of a pool of water up to his waist and some kid standing naked on his shoulder about to dive into the water. It was so life like that I couldn't take my eyes of it. "What do you think?" I got startled back to the present by R.J.'s voice. I held the picture up in front of me and stared at it again. "It looks really real," I said and R.J.'s eye followed the line of my eyesight to the drawing of the boy's penis. I couldn't believe it. Mom was at work, I finally had the place to myself and my computer wasn't working. To top it off, there was this buzzing and whirring sound coming from upstairs that was driving me crazy. I decided to go upstairs and see what R.J. was doing and to ask him if he knew how to fix computers. I had gotten to know him better over the last few days and had decided he was a regular guy. Not like most teachers at all, which made me feel better about having him live upstairs. Still there was this tension between us like we both want to say something and couldn't. I knock on the door three times before the sounds stopped and I heard him call, "Just a minute!" When he came to the door I could see sawdust floating about the room. "What the hell you doing up here?" I blurted out. He laughed and said that I would have to clean up my language for the other teachers when I got back to school. I told him I knew and that I was on summer vaction and could say whatever I wanted. He told me to come in and said as he closed the door, "You know, I hope that you will always feel like you can say whatever you want to me. Now, to what do I owe that pleasure of this visit." I told R.J. about my computer troubles and he offered to come down and have a look. He told me to make myself at home while he grab a few things that might help him figure out what was wrong. I walked around the apartment while he looked through a few boxes. That was when I saw the picture again hanging on the wall all framed and everything. God, that boy really looked...well, perfect. I looked over at R.J. and there was no doubt about it that was him in the picture with the boy. I looked around the room and my eyes discovered a new drawing. It was the same boy laying nude in a field of flowers. Again, my eyes focused on the way the boys cock was drawn. God, I thought you could almost touch it. That's when I felt R.J.'s hand on my shoulder and he said, "That's Eric. He was a friend of mine. I think I have everything we'll need. Let's go." R.J. slipped a disk in the drive of my computer and turned it on. The screen flickered and came on. "Let's see what we got here," he said to himself. I stood by his right shoulder looking at the screen. "You got a lot of GIF files in here. Eating up a lot of space. Yup, now I see." My stomach drop. God, please don't open those I thought to myself. R.J. reached into the bag he brought along and grabbed another disk. His fingers were moving so fast I didn't know what he was doing. Finally, he said, "There that ought to do it." He shut down the computer and restarted it and sure enough everything worked fine. That was when I asked something really stupid. "Can I get online now?" I asked and regretted it as soon as the words left my mouth. "You should be able too," He responded and clicked the dial up button. "Wait!" I practically screamed and R.J. turned and looked at me but it was to late. I was horrified as the words, "Gayboy Network" flashed across the screen. R.J. saw the look on my face and turned back just in time to see the GIF of two kids kissing eachother while there hard ons touched appear. He closed the window and shut down the machine. Then he said, "Well, looks like everything is ok here," and packed his things and headed for the door. [Diary entry - September 7, 1992. Shit. R.J. knows about the web site. He saw it today when he was fixing my computer. I think I really fucked up.] I waited around for most of the day for the other shoe to drop; for R.J. to call and tell my mom. But I didn't hear a word. So I decided to go up and talk to him. He was sitting at his computer when I came through the door. He turned to face me and I couldn't look him in the eyes. "What's up?" he asked. God, how do I say this. "R.J.," I started, "I gotta ask you something." "O.K.," he said, "Shoot." I knew I was never going to make this sound better so I just said, "It's about yesterday. When you were fixing my computer." Now I could tell I had his undivide attention. "You don't want anyone to know what I saw," he said helping me to finish. "Yes, please," I said. He turned back to his computer without answering and turned the screen so I could see it. There was the most beautiful boy I had every seen stroking his hard on. "It's cool, Davy," he said. I couldn't believe it and yet my feet moved me over to the computer. "Here," he said, "sit down and check it out." There was page after page of beautiful boys and boys with boys and boys with men. I stopped at a series of the latter. A cute blond boy and a red headed man. There were pictures of the boy being sucked by the man, the boy sucking the man, the boy being fucked by the man and of both of them cumming. My cock was rock hard by now and I adjusted myself to relieve some of the pressure. That's when I saw R.J. still looking over my shoulder but playing with his cock through his pants. God, he was feeling himself up. "Do you like what you see?" he asked. "Yeah," I said taking a good look this time at his crouch. He laughed and said, "Not there on the screen." So he knew I was watching him play with his cock and there was no hidding my hard on so I thought, what the hell and asked, "Can I touch it?" He looked at me and said, "Look man, I can get in a lot of trouble." "I won't say a word," I said, "I swear. Besides, you know what is on my computer. Please, I've never touched anyone elses." R.J. thought a moment and laughed, "Ok, ok," he said, "it's not like I don't have the hots for you or anything." "Really," I asked, "You have the hots for me?" "Shit yeah," he replied, "Every since the first day I saw you." R.J. unzipped his pants and let them and his underware fall to the floor. He stepped out of them and said, "Ok, quid pro quo." What? I thought and he responded as if reading my mind, "It means I do something for you and you do something for me. So off with yours too." I got up slowly and removed my shorts and underware. I had never been naked with a hard on in the same room as someone else who was naked with a hard on. God, I was standing there looking at the floor and thinking maybe this wasn't such a good idea when R.J. lifted my chin and said, "It's ok Davy. We won't do anything that you don't like. And we can go as fast or as slow as you want. I like you Davy and hope we can become really close." "I never noticed how really good looking you are," I said. And he laughed and hugged me and feel of his naked cock touching my body made me want him even more. I reached down and stroked R.J.'s cock lightly with the palm of my hand. It felt warm and hard and soft all at he same time. Then I tried to wrap my hand around it but couldn't get my whole hand around it. I heard R.J. take a deep breath. I started to move my hand up and down on his cock and made little circle movements. I could feel the hard muscle just underneath his soft skin get a little harder. I looked at the head of his cock and saw a drop of precum leaking out. I licked my lips and bent down and licked it off of his head. R.J. took another deep breath and I looked up into his eyes to see if I had done it wrong but he smiled. I licked my lips again and this time slid the head of his cock into my mouth. "Mmmmmmmmm," R.J. moaned, as I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock. I started to move my head up and down on his cock and to lick and suck on it. "Oh man," R.J. said, "What are you doing to me?" I stopped because I didn't know if I was hurting him or doing it wrong but then he said, "Oh no, I didn't mean that." So I grabbed the base of his cock with my right hand and stroked up and down on it while I wrapped my lips around the head and sucked and licked his dick. He was moaning a lot and saying, "Oh Davy, you are making me feel so good" and "Oh, that's it, baby, that's it." I was really getting into it now and grabbed my own cock with my left hand and began playing with it. I sucked and stroked him and his cock grew harder and harder. He was moving his hips a little now to meet me as I sucked and licked. I was moving my head around and around his wonderful love tool and he was pushing it deeper and deeper into my mouth. "Ok," he said, "you better let me pull out. I'm gonna cum." But I had no intentions of letting go. Hearing that only made me hold on tighter and suck him off as hard as I could. "Oh, Gawwwwwd!" R.J. exclaimed. And I continued to slide my lips and tongue over his hard cock even as his cum filled my mouth and ran dowm my chin. "Oh man," R.J. said and staggered back and said, "that was great." He reached out and touched my cheek with the back of his hand. Then he looked down at my left hand still playing with my hard cock. "Can I help you with that?" he asked. I nodded and in one move he picked me up and carried me to his bedroom. He layed me on his bed and gently moved my hand away from my cock. I closed my eyes and felt the first wave of warm pleasure wash across my cock and into my balls. He licked and sucked my small 4 inch cock as if it were gold. I was so excited now and began to moan out loud and R.J. paid special attention to my needs. My cock had never been this hard for this long. When I jerked off to boy pictures off the computer, I would spill my cum really fast so as not to get caught by my mother. But this time the pressure on my cock had built slowly and I wasn't sure if I or my balls could take the explosion that was mounting. I began grinding my hips and R.J. slid his hands under my ass and guided my movements. Oh, it felt so good to have him touching my ass and sucking me off and my cock leaped for joy in his mouth and my body shuttered. "I think I'm cumming," I panted and felt streams of warm release spirtting from my body. [Diary Entry - September 9, 1992 Oh my God! Today was the best day of my life. I sucked RJ and he sucked me. I can't believe it. It felt so good. I really like him alot.] We layed together on his bed for a while and he held me in his arms. I felt so good that I almost fell asleep. R.J. finally said that he had somethings to do and would be out for a while. I asked if I could come over again tomorrow and he said that I could come over when every I wanted; "You have a standing invitation." I got dressed slowly. I really didn't want to leave. As I was heading towards the door I saw the picture of Eric again and asked, "Did you do things with him too?" R.J. took a deep breath and said, "Ok, I guess you have a right to know. I admit that I was in love with Eric. And for a time, I thought that he had the same feelings for me. I was wrong and it caused me a lot of pain. He just liked the idea of being drawn nude. Nothing ever happened with us like with you and me." I thought about it and went over and hugged him. "Will you draw a picture of me someday?" He held me at arms length and looked into my eyes and asked, "Would you really like that?" "Yes," I said and added, "any excuse to get naked for you again." And R.J. laughed and hugged me and kissed the top of my head. The next morning I was on my way upstairs to talk to R.J. when I heard his door close and him coming bounding down the stairs. "Oh, sorry," he said as we almost fell over each other. "You coming to see me?" he asked. I nodded, "Yeah. You going out?" I asked. "Yeah, I do have some more errands to run today. Got to pick out funature and stuff like that but," he continued, "I was on my way to see you first." I smiled and could feel my face blushing. "Really? You were coming to see me? Do you want to come inside?" I asked. "Sure, only for a minute or so," he stated matter of factly. When we got inside he handed me a box that was wrapped in shiny purple foil paper with a purple bow. "What's this for?" I asked. "It's for you silly," he said with a laugh, "go ahead and open it!" But I didn't open it. I sat down on the couch and layed it on my lap. R.J. came over and sat beside me. His hand slid down my back and he asked, "Ok, what's wrong." "I gotta ask you something," I said, "Do you have a boyfriend?" R.J. looked at me as if trying to understand the ultimate purpose of life. "Well?" I said, "It is a simple question. Do you have a boyfriend?" He looked at me for a long time and I looked back at him. God, please say no. Please! I don't know if I can stand it if you say you do and that the otherday shouldn't have happen or some shit like that. Finally he said, "I don't know. I think I do." and then he added, "You tell me Davy, do I have a boyfriend?" What the hell is he talking about, I thought. How should I know if he had a boyfriend or not? "Davy?" The back of his hand was caressing my cheek and he lifted my chin. "Davy?" he whispered, "Do I have a boyfriend?" I smiled and nodded and hugged him and nearly crushed the package in my lap. In the package was a set of purple paints; more shades of purple than I had imagined there could be. R.J. said that since I had noticed that the purple in the horse mural wasn't right it was about time we fixed it. "Besides," he said playing with my hair, "it will give use another reason to hang out together." I looked up and smiled. He drew close and kisssed me gently on the lips. "I gotta go," he said. "Wait," I said, "you are my boyfriend, right?" puzzled out loud. "Yessss...," R.J. coached me into finishing my thought. "Well," I concluded, "don't you think I should be going along to help you pick out the furnature? I have a great eye for color. You said so yourself and someday... uhhhhh...well, we might move in together and you won't want to have buy all new furnature because your boyfriend hates your stuff?" R.J. laughed and said, "Man, you already us living together? First things first, call your mom and make sure it is o.k. for you to go along!" [Diary Entry - November 11, 1992 Dad called tonight. Mom and him talked. Mom's crying. He wantED to talk to me. It was like 'Happy Birthday sport!' and 'Hi Dad. How's it going? Yeah, miss you too. Here's mom.' God what does he expect me to tell him? 'Hey Dad, guess what I'm gay and I have a new boyfriend. Since school started R.J. and I have tried our best to keep things looking like we have... just a regular teacher and student relationship. It is getting harder. Every time I see him I want to be in his arms. We've been working on the van. But that is going slow because of school; we really only work on it on weekends and then sometimes we do other things.] As I was coming up the sidewalk towards the apartment, I saw mom and R.J. out front. Mom was telling him something really serious I could tell just by the way she looked. R.J. looked and saw me coming and nodded to mom. Mom turned and looked at me and said, "Oh, hi honey. Did you have a good day?" "Yeah," I said, "what's going on?" I looked at them both and R.J. turned a little red. "Oh, it's nothing really," mom said, "I just needed some manly advice. Thank you R.J." She turned and went up the steps. "What is going on?" I said. R.J. answered, "Let's go up stairs and talk." We got a couple of pops and sat on the black leather couch that we had bought together just before school started. "Well," R.J. said, "I don't know where to start. It seems your mother thinks it's time you learn about sex. And she asked me if I won't mind talking to you about it." I couldn't take it and started laughing so hard that soda came spirting out of my nose. I laughed a long time and R.J. laughed too but said, "Really, she wants me to talk to you." He continued, "She says that you show no interest in girls and she thinks you might have a slightly unhealthy affection for me." I stopped laughing. "What do you mean?" I said. "She wants us not to see so much of eachother so that you can develop some friends your own age." Now I was pissed. "What!" I screamed. "She thought it bested if we talked about it and then ..." I wasn't listening, I couldn't listen. I turned to him, "Are telling me that you agree with this shit?" I asked. He took a deep breath, "I gave my word that I would mention it and talk to you about having some friends your own age." "And what the hell would I do with friends my own age," I posed, "Let's really get down to it. Your telling me that she wants me to find a girlfriend, right?" He nodded, "I think. Something like that." he stuttered, "I mean she said that if it turns out your just not interested in girls that your still her son and she would always love you and support you. She's just confused and doesn't know how to talk to you about it." I let the last part sink in. I had been more distant lately. Mom and I use to talk about everything. I sighed. "Do you think we should see less of eachother?" I asked. He held his head down and said, "That's not a fair question." "What do you mean?" I asked. "No," he said, "That's not what I want." Mom and I didn't speak a lot for the next few days and I felt really bad. I hung around the house really wanting to go up stairs and see R.J. She was sitting in the living room when I came out to talk to her. "Mom," I said. "What is it honey?" she answered patting the couch for me to come and sit down with her. "This is not going to work," I stated. "What?" she asked. "What did you mean that I have an unhealthy affection to R.J.?" She looked up at me and shook her head, "I didn't accuse you or R.J. of anything, David," I just want you to be happy." I thought about that for a second. "Mom," I whispered, "I am happy. I'm always happy when I am with R.J." She looked at me and her eyes began to water. "Honey," she started. "Mom," I continued, "I don't like girls. Really. I know I'm suppose to but I don't." "Davy," she whispered, "maybe you're just not ready yet. Maybe when you're a little older..." I shook my head and Mom cried. [Diary Entry - June 15, 1993 Finally school is out. God, when I think about all the shit that happened this year - God. The best is that mom and I have come to terms with me being gay. She knows that I have kissed and "been intimate" with a "boy" but she doesn't know who and seems not to want to know the details. Dad doesn't know and we both avoid subjects that could lead to embarrassing questions. Mom helps me alot when he is heading in a direction that could get us in trouble. She's been great. Dad been visiting more and more. Mom and he seem to be getting a long again together. They've even been going on dates. I think that is great because it gives R.J. and I some time to be alone.] There was noone home at R.J.'s so I just let myself in with the key he had given me. Mom was out on a date with Dad and was going to stay over night. "Getting pretty serious between you two," I teased. She smiled and looked into my eyes. "It's R.J. isn't it?" she said, "You're in love with him." My mind was spending a hundred miles an hour. "If I told you I didn't want you to see him again," she posed, "I suppose you'd hate me and if I turned him in, you'd hate me too." I had a lump in my throat. "What are you going to do?" I asked. "I don't know, I don't know. But I see how you look at eachother when you think noone's watching." I sat on the couch. I didn't know what to say. At first I thought I would cry but I didn't. "Is that it then?" I asked. "What do you mean?" she responded. "I guess I am just some stupid 13 and a half year old kid that got seduced by some mean perverted teacher?" I questioned. Mom liked at me. I could tell see didn't know what to say. "David I didn't say that," mom answered. "No, but you act like it. It's like, if you had solid proof that something was going on then you would pounce to rescue me! But I don't need to be rescued! I need you to trust me." "I never said that I didn't trust you!" mom defended. "O.K. then" I responded, "Then trust R.J. too. I do. He's not going to hurt me." She sat quietly for a long time and so did I. "Your so young and beautiful," she said at last, "and I know that when I leave here tonight you will probablly wind up upstairs." I started to shake my head but mom motioned to me and continued, "Come David I'm not stupid." "I know mom," I whispered. "It may not matter anyway," she said, "Dad and I are thinking of reconciling and all of us moving back home together." This time I did start to cry. "David?" I fought the tears and said, "I'm really happy for you mom." and began sobbing and got up and went to my room. Mom knocked on the door to my room before she left. I was laying on the bed, not crying anymore, but wondering if I had screwed up everybody's life - especially's R.J.'s. Mom sat on the bed and began rubbing my back. "I don't know if what I am about to say is right or not, David," she began, "but here's what I would do if I were you. If you really love him then when I left here tonight. I would go to him. Because to tell you the truth, I don't know what is going to happen with Dad and me tonight and you've given me alot to think about." And so I took mom's advice. I ran a bubble bath and was soaking in it when R.J. got home. "Hello?" he sang at the door. I got out of the tub and grabbed a towel. "I'm in here," I sang back. He came into the bathroom just as I finished towelling off. "Well, well, what do we have here?" he teased. I dropped the towel and moved into his arms. "A horny 13 and a half year old who happens to be naked and cold." He grapped me and we kissed and I tried to push myself deeply into him. He grabbed my hand and led me to the bedroom. He took his shoes off and I layed on the bed and watched as he stripped nude. Then he layed his body on mine and we kissed and rubbed noses. "I want you to do something," I said. "Anything my love," he responded. "I want you to put it inside me tonight." "Why? I thought we were going to wait until you were older... on the first night we moved into together," he said. "I changed my mind," I said flatly, "I can change my mind." I could feel his cock stir just at the thought of being inside of me and I wiggled beneath him. "I don't know, Davy," maybe we should wait." I kissed him and his cock stirred again. "You don't really want to wait," I whispered, "and never do I." His hand caressed my face and we kissed; our mouths open and your tongues freely exploring eachother. I lifted up and nibbled on his ear. He reached for the dresser drawer and pulled out some KY Jell. We kissed as he applied it to my ass and his cock. "Are you sure, baby?" he asked again and again as we kissed. "Yes," I said, "yes I am sure." He kissed my nipples and tongued them gently as he slid his finger into my ass. I loved that and it was the usual way for me to get fucked; he would suck me off with his finger in my ass. I moaned out loud and he began to suck me as he fingered the warm passages of my inner body. He fingered me close to climax before stopping and readjusting his position. He looked down at me and smile. I smiled back and said, "I love you," and closed my eyes and waited for him to enter me. He pressed his cock against my asshole and I could feel the tender flesh being pushed aside. We glazed into eachothers eyes until I felt the first wave of pain shooting from my ass through my balls, my cock and into my belly. He stopped and waited for me to get use to the new sensation. "You O.K.," he asked. I nodded and he began to move his cock abit in and out. I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him. The pain was disappearing and I was able to move my ass towards his in coming cock. Each time I would thrust back against his cock I could feel him slide deeper into my ass. I would take a deep breath as he pulled out and then push against his cock when he pushed in. My cock was leaking precum and we had develop a very good rythum when he said, "I think I am all the way in." I reached back and felt where my ass and his cock were locked in union. I looked up at him and smile and said, "Cum inside of me." He kissed me and started to move and grind my ass. The feel of him inside of me made me wild. I thrusted and thrust myself against his cock trying to get him deeper inside of me. "Oh god, baby," he moaned. "I want you," I responded. He bumped and grinded my ass and my cock jump each time he penetrated me. It felt so good. My cock was jumping wildly now and I knew it was only a matter of time. And so I closed my eyes and gave myself to the thrilling flashes of pleasure coming from my ass and my cock. "Oh!" R.J. moaned and his cock began to jerk and jolt in my ass and I felt his fire hot cum spark an explosion that sent my cum splashing over his belly and mine. We layed there together in bed with my head on his chest and I told him everything that my mother had said. "Jesus Davy," he said, "You should have told me before." "I know," I replied, "but then you would have told me to go home and we won't have had tonight. I wanted to have tonight." He was really quiet for along time and so was I but I could tell by the way he held me that he wasn't mad. "R.J.," I said at last, "If I can't see you anymore, will you remember me?" He hugged me and said, "I will love you forever Davy." I waited for him to fall asleep and I slipped out of his arms and went downstairs about 3:00am. The apartment felt cold and loney and I thought many times about going back upstairs and spending the night with him. I layed in bed and thought about him and was reaching for my diary when I heard the front door open. Mom came into my room and said, "You're here." I looked up at her and started to cry. "Please don't do anything to R.J. mom," I pleaded, "I'll stop seeing him if you want. Please...." and I cried. Mom came over and sat on the bed with me and I crawled up in her lap and she held me. "I'm not going to let anything happen to you or R.J.," she said and I held on to her with all my might. She told me that she and dad had decided that it was time to put the family back together. "I really love your father," she said. "I do too," I sobbed. "Do me a favor then," she asked, "will you tell him that sometime? He misses you so much." I nodded through my sobs and she got up to leave. "I love you, David," she said at my door, "and remember this also, things have away of working themselves out." [Diary Entry - June 30, 1993 I haven't seen R.J. in two weeks. The moving van is here and dad and mom are busy telling the movers where everything is suppose to go. I feel sick and want to see R.J. before we leave but don't know if that will get us in trouble or not. Mom and dad seem really happy. I guess I am the only one who isn't.] I've been moping around lately. I can't help it. I miss R.J. so much. Mom told me she went and talked with him and explained everthing and that he is doing O.K. I was just wandering around the apartment looking at the mass of newspapers and boxes when I heard mom say, "Oh R.J., come on in. I'll get David." I walked the other way and went into my room; mom following me. "I really don't feel like being polite and I don't want to say goodbye to him," I explained. "David," she said, "you've been moping around for the last two weeks. You want to see him and here is your chance. Go take a walk and get something to eat. The movers will be done by the time you get back." I hated it but see was right. I wanted to see him and tell him I still loved him. We walked to the park in silence. By the time we stopped by the duck pond my eyes were red from crying. "Please don't cry Davy," R.J. pleaded, "Here I got you something." He handed me a purple felt box. "But you can't open it now. Wait until the van is on its way," he said, "O.K.?" and smiled. I hugged him and stroked my hair; the first time we had touched in two weeks. "You know?," he said, "Things have away of working themselve out." "Yeah," I said, "That's what mom says too." and let the tears fall freely from my eyes. Mom and dad were waiting for us when we got back. Dad was giving last minute instructions to the van driver and mom was sitting in the car. I waved at R.J. and started over to the car. Mom got out and said, "Davy, come here a minute. " Dad saw R.J. and went over to him and it looked like they were arguing about something and then they both laughed and I could see R.J. was saying, "O.K, O.K." and dad reached into his back pocket and pulled you his wallet and gave R.J. a wad of cash. "What's going on?" I asked. "I told you things have away of working out. I talked to R.J. a week or so ago he's agreed to let you stay with him for the summer." I couldn't believe it! "What!" I said. "Listen to me David," she said, "Your father doesn't know about you and R.J. and God only knows what would happen if he did. But you kept you part of the bargin even though I know now how much it hurt you. I told dad that you loved it here and that it would give he and I a chance to be with eachother this summer. Well, only time can tell if I am wrong on this one and if I am please forgive me but I think this is really what you want." I could see the tears welling up in her eyes and I hugged her. "It is what I want mom," I assured her. Dad came over to the car and she said, "You'll call?" "Everyday," I answered. And I hugged her and whispered, "I love you mom. Thank you." Then I turned to dad. He smiled and said, "Davy, I'm sorry I haven't been here for you the last few years but I promise that..." I just hugged him and said, "I love you dad," and his voice choked and he hugged me and said, "I love you too." I went and stood by R.J. who whispered, "Told you things work out." "Yeah," I said, "but one of you could have told me!" "Wasn't part of the deal." he responded and we both smiled and waved as my parent started on their way. Dad honked the horn and mom leaned out the window and said, "Take care of my son." and R.J. promised that he would. [Diary Entry - November 20, 1997 Well it's been four years since R.J. and I started livig together. And I am really happy. We are going to stay with mom and dad again this year for Thanksgiving. Mom says dad has been doing some remodelling and that we shouldn't be surprised by our rooms. That's the one thing I hate about these trips home. We always have to pretend like we are just good friends and sleep in different rooms. But still mom always pulls me aside and we talk about me and R.J. and how things are going.] I played with the ring on my finger that R.J. had given me the day my parents had let me stay with him. It's a gold band accented with diamonds and an onyx stone. I had always taken it off before we saw my parents but had decided not to this time. "For christ sake, R.J.," I said, "I'm seventeen now. We've been living together for four years. If they ask, I'll tell them you gave it to me for Christmas." R.J. didn't agree and we argued about it but I held fast about not taking it off anymore. Mom was looking out the door as we drove up and started to scream back into the house at dad, "Their here! Their here!" and they came out of the house to meet us. They both kept talking about how much I had grown over the last year and said that R.J. was really taking good care of me. Mom said she really liked the earing that I had gotten but dad said he wasn't all so sure that was a good idea. "Don't tease him," mom scolded. "Well," he said, "Just being honest." Mom waved at him like she was swatting at a fly. We carried the bags into the entry and dad said, "Oh, let's leave these here for a minute. I want sit and chat a bit before we settle in." R.J. and I looked at eachother. "Go on," mom said and we all followed Dad into the study. "You know," Dad started, "I don't know if everyone here thinks I am stupid or what. But I'm not. I've been waiting for one of you to say something about this situation and noone has. I'll be damned if I am going to sit by another year and pretend I don't know what's going on." R.J. and I looked at eachother. "It's my life dad," I said and R.J. grabbed my arm. "Agreed," my dad said, "but you are still underage." I stood up and turned to R.J. and said, "I want to leave." "What?" dad laughed, "Without seeing you rooms." I looked and mom and she just shrugged and smiled. "O.K." I said, "I'll play along." We went upstairs. The door to where R.J. slept wasn't there anymore. Instead there was a wall with pictures of him and me through the years. Dad openned the next door that led to my room. The room was completely remodelled into a small apartment with its own living room, kitchen, bathroom and one bedroom with a new king size bed. R.J. and I just stood there looking first at the room and then at eachother. "Well?" said dad, "What do you two have to say?" I didn't know what to say. "Jesus," said dad, "no thank you from my son or son-in-law. Why do I bother?" Mom laughed out loud and I went over and hugged my dad and said, "Thank you." R.J and I stayed longer than we usual did when we visited my parents and made love under their roof for the first time. Dad joked the whole time about how he got a kick out of us trying to behave ourselves for his sake but knew it was time to welcome R.J. into the family. "I don't give a shit what anyone says," he said, "all I know is that I nearly fucked this family up and you make my son happy. That's good enough for me. The end. Epilog R.J. and David live near Salida, CO. They run a art gallery and have an adoptive five year old son, Shawn. They visit David's parents regularly who are proud grandparents.