Caden&Nicolas - Part 3 - Truths - Sex Stories

Caden&Nicolas - Part 3 - Truths

... you held me as you slept and you held me as you cried in your sleep and I just laid there with you next me much like we are now and I rubbed your back and I told you I loved you and that everything was going to be okay. Did you know that?” “No,” he says quietly and looks up at me, and I look down at him, and we just kiss right there. “We were fourteen, Nicolas, when I first told you I loved you. I guess a part of me knew it then like I know it now but I wasn’t supposed to be the way you are. I was supposed to be straight. I was going to grow up and get married and have children and…” “You can still do that, Caden,” Nicolas says with his goofy smile and I look at the boy like I’ve always looked at this boy and like always I fall in love with over and over again. I stroke his cheek, trace his lips, and he shudders under my touch. “You and I,” he says when I pull away from him but my touch lingers there. “We can get married one day.” “It isn’t legal in Florida, baby.” (IT IS NOW AS OF YESTERDAY, JAN. 6 YAS!) “It will be, I know it.” “And children?” “An entire fucking house full of them.” “And your parents?” “My mother won’t care. My father I could give a damn about.” “Nicolas…” “I’m going to come out to them, Caden, if that’s what you’re wondering. I’m going to tell them the truth. I won’t tell them that I love you and that we’re together and that you and I are one but they need to know. I need them to know. I need to know if my father will still love me, if his words were ...

... true or not.” “What are you talking about,” I say to him, my brows furrowing between my eyes. I lift my head off the pillow and hold his gaze with mine. “Nicolas,” I say to him. “What did your father say?” His eyes swell and I can see the tears start to pour. What was happening to my boy, what happened to him to make him so emotional so incredibly fast. I push myself up from the bed and he sits in my lap and I just rock my body, rock him with me as I cry into his hair. Not because I’m sad but because I need to, I need him to know that I’m her, that I’m never going away, that I’m his equal. I will accept everything about him, the good, the bad, and the incredible sadness and vulnerability that has forever held his heart. It’s been there since he came out. “My father was drunk one night,” he finally says after he’s finished sobbing into my chest. “I was skimming through channels when I came across this gay network. I was only fifteen, Caden, fifteen years old when I stopped for a moment thinking he was gone. And the two boys on screen kissed and suddenly he screamed. He snatched the remote out of my hand and threw it against the wall and it shattered. Right there,” he points to a small hole in the wall he always said was from him throwing something at it. “And then he threw my television on the ground and stomped out of my room. I was so scared. It was innocent, oh, God was it innocent. And you know what’s worse?” “What, baby,” I ask, my heart starting to thunder in my chest. ...