Caden&Nicolas - Part 2 - Conquering Fear - Sex Stories

Caden&Nicolas - Part 2 - Conquering Fear

... country life beginning play around me. I’ve only sat out here for a few minutes when I hear the patio door open and close softly behind me, can feel my mother’s gentle footsteps walking over the porch. “Good morning, baby,” she coos as if I’m still a child and bends down to hug my neck. “Good night last night?” “Yeah,” I say, but only if she knew. I wonder if she’d be mad that I lost my virginity last night, that I had my finger inside my best friend’s ass while he sucked me off. I chase the thought away, take a sip of my water. “It was pretty good. Nyx and I just hung out.” “You two seem to be doing that a lot here lately,” she notices and sits down in a chair next to me. “His mother has been overbearingly sensitive since the accident,” I tell her nonchalantly and stare out over the lightening yard. A squirrel cuts a circle in the grass, several rabbits pounce into the trees as light breaks the darkness. “And his father doesn’t appear to know how to react, kind of been giving him the cold shoulder.” “He’s always been like that,” my mother says and laughs quietly. “Almost stopped speaking to your father when he found out we were pregnant.” “Oh,” I say. Probably because Mom and Dad hit the sack long before an engagement ring. They were married in their souls, they’ve told me, and it wasn’t until Carson was born that they decided to tie the knot. Make it official, as if two kids and a home on a piece of land wasn’t official enough. “He’s not perfect by any means.” “I’ll say,” ...

... I say, and then I look over at her with a pair of quizzical eyes. “What will happen when he finds out the truth?” “About what, sweetie?” “About Nicolas, Mom. How’s he going to react?” “We’ll cross that bridge when we get there,” she says with a smile and looks at me with an intense stare. “All I know is Nicolas, and his mother, are welcome to stay here. Your father and I understand that being gay or bisexual isn’t a choice, it’s a part of who we are as human beings, just another inkling of our souls.” She smiles wider as she stares, and I wonder if she knows, and I wonder if I should talk to her about it. I decide I should, only partially done. “Nicolas has pretended his entire life that he’s straight, Mom.” “Yes?” “So what if he has done something…and suddenly he realizes…or…ugh! I just worry about him.” I decide against myself, no reason to make it seem like it’s me I’m really asking about. If I happen to be gay or bisexual I know in my heart that my parents, and entire family for that matter, will accept me for me. Hell, my father’s brother is gay. And my mother has a gay best friend. “Nicolas James Earnhart is a good kid, a damned good person, and anyone who tries to take that away from him is a damned fool,” my mother says defiantly and stands to her feet. “All of my children are, after all.” Then she heads away, mumbling something about breakfast, whether she should cook or we head down to the restaurant. The door softly thuds to a close behind her, then it swings open ...