Sean's Story: Chapter 3 - Sex Stories

Sean's Story: Chapter 3

... not I was gay but the answer was obvious. I had to do it. “Mom… I’m gay.” There it was out there. She knew but it was as if the small amount of uncertainty she had been in was the brink and my coming out had pushed her over the edge. She was crying more deeply now. She was softly sobbing and I didn’t know what to do. “I… I’m sorry…” I looked down at my hands. I wasn’t sorry that I was gay. I was sorry that I hadn’t told her yet. I was sorry it took this to make me tell her who I was. I was sorry that I could cause her this pain with such a simple word. “I didn’t want to te-“ “No.” Huh? “You shouldn’t be sorry. I’m not.” “Oh…k?” My mom was still crying but it had slowed down. She scooted closer to me on the couch and hugged me. I gasped from the pain and she let out a short laugh before loosening her grip on me. “I love you and I always will.” I started to tear up like I was my mom’s baby again. “I love you too mom.” If I thought I’d been happy when I came out to Casey and he accepted me I was now on cloud nine. I was crying from the sheer happiness of knowing that my mom accepted me as who I am. There is nothing more a boy could ask for. “I love you too…” I repeated. We sat there just basking in the moment for a little while. Our crying stopped and we were able to talk. My dad was still in the kitchen but I’m sure he could hear us. She said that she’d suspected for a while. She told me about finding gay porn in the internet history a couple times which made me blush more than ...

... I’d thought possible. She admitted that she’d even though Case and I might be lovers for a bit. She said that her and my dad had discussed the possibility more than once. When she’d first approached my dad about her suspicions he’d denied the possibility of any son of his being gay. But each time she brought something new up, more gay porn or a note to Casey, it became more difficult for him to ignore. He got angry for a while which, looking back, was pretty obvious if I think about his behavior in the previous year. She made sure that I understood that he loved me. He loved me but it was real for him now and he wasn’t happy with it. He’d come around eventually, she promised. Dinner was awkward but I didn’t care. I was happy to finally be honest with my parents. At least I had their support, if grudgingly, behind me. And they’d be there if something like the attack happened again. I went back to school the next day. The entire school knew what happened and gave me a little room to walk. There were plenty of stares and whispers. Some teachers were nicer to me. Some were rude. I didn’t care. If they graded me differently it would be a problem. Otherwise, fuck them. So far that motto had sustained a big dent but dents could be fixed. I figured it was worth it to keep using it. My attacker pled guilty to basic assault & battery and was sentenced to six months’ probation and fifty hours of community service. He also had to pay a $500 fine and pay my hospital bills. I heard he got ...