"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" I woke up screaming, awakened by the nightmare of the auto accident four years ago that took my parents from me. We were heading home from dinner when a truck ran a red light and hit us head on. I was in the back seat and was thrown forward, but thank goodness I had my seat belt on. I remember the sound of the screams and the shattering glass. I made it out OK; my parents did not. The doctor said I would recover IN TIME. My adoptive parents came running in to the room, and my new mom held me, letting me cry.
First let me introduce myself to you. My name is Brett Iran Mikells, I am 14; have auburn hair, brown eyes, stand 5'6" and weigh 130 pounds. I was adopted when I was 11. Let me describe my adoptive parents. My new dad is about 6'1", 180 pounds, with brown hair and brown eyes. He is a doctor, and is very loving and understanding. My mom is about 5'5", 110 pounds, with red hair and green eyes. I look like them both, even though they are not my biological parents. They knew all about my background, including my nightmares. I don't have the nightmares that much, but when I do they are terrible; and I cry for a very long time.
I am gay; and my adoptive parents know. I told them when I was 13. I kept getting those strange feelings every time I looked at boys. When I looked at girls, I didn't feel anything but friendship. It was different with the boys, in that I wanted to have them next to me, to hold me and kiss me. There have been many nights when after the nightmares, I would go back to sleep and have wet dreams. The dreams were always good, and I would wake up wet and sticky.
One night, about two or three months after I accepted the fact that I was gay, I was feeling alone and scared. At the dinner table my dad made the comment that any day now I was going to have girls hanging off of me, and I was going to have to beat them off with a stick. I looked at him and thought how disappointed they would be, and started crying and sobbing. I jumped up from the dinning room table and ran to my room, throwing my self on my bed still crying and sobbing hard. My parents came up to my room. Mom sat on the end of my bed and rubbed my back talking softly to me.
"Oh honey it will be all right. What's wrong? What did we say, or do to hurt your feelings?" she asked. I was scared and couldn't say anything. I just started shaking and crying harder and harder.
"Son, what is wrong? You know we love you and care for you. We would never say or do anything intentionally to hurt you. Please talk to us," my dad said.
" I can't. Y'all will hate me, and I will be a disappointment to you." I said sobbing and shaking, crying harder and harder by the minute.
"What ever it is, Son? We promise not to hate you, and you aren't a disappointment to us. You never will be, to me or your mother," my dad said, sitting down next to my mother.
"I.. I...," struggling to say what I felt I had to say, and what I needed to say, "I ... I'm..... gay," I said fast, and yet almost in a whisper. I cried harder and began really shaking. I couldn't breath, and started to hyperventilate.
"Hold on, Son," my dad said, and ran out of the room to grab a brown paper bag. He brought it in and held it over my nose and mouth, telling me to just breath slowly and easily. "Concentrate on breathing," he said. I nodded my head, scared of what they are going to do next, and afraid I was going to be asked to leave.
"Son, we are NOT going to kick you out, and we are NOT mad at you," my mom said rubbing my back. I started crying some more, thinking of what a disappointment I must be. As if they were reading my thoughts, my dad said, "Son, you are NOT a disappointment to us. Not now, or ever. I had a feeling that you might be gay, but didn't know how to bring it up; just in case I was wrong."
While gently rubbing my shoulders, he said, "So, I am assuming that the comment I made about the girls got you upset, thinking that we would hate you and be disappointed, huh?" I just nodded. I started breathing regularly, and everything was coming back to normal. We finished talking about it; my parents reassuring me that I was not a disappointment. And, should anyone say anything to my parents about it, the outcome would not be good. So we went back down stairs to finish our dinner. That was a year ago.
"Son, are you OK?" my mom asked me, as she came running into my room. I was still screaming. I just started crying and held on to her. "You had the nightmare again, didn't you?" she asked wiping my brow with her hand. I just nodded and continued crying. My dad came in and gave me two tablets which I knew were sleeping pills. I only take them when needed, like now. I thanked them, took the pills, gave them both a kiss goodnight, and went back to sleep. My mom tucked me in, kissing my forehead; then left.
The next morning I awoke about 10:30 in the morning. It was a school day, and I didn't know what to do. I wanted to go, but I was so scared. We had moved over the summer because my dad had gotten a better job offer at a Hospital here in Savannah, GA. I got dressed and went down stairs. My mom was in the kitchen reading the paper.
"Hi, Son" she said, as I walked in. "Feeling better?" she asked with a smile. I smiled and gave her a hug.
"Yes ma'am. Thank you," I said, as I got some toast and butter. After I had eaten my breakfast, I went outside and wandered around my new neighborhood. I hadn't had a chance to really see it the week before, because we were busy finishing the unpacking and arranging the furniture. I walked down the road and saw two boys playing basketball in one of their front yards. One was blonde, and about my height; 5'6", maybe 110 lb. The other boy was about my age also, but about two inches taller, and maybe 115 pounds. He was a little better built than was the other boy. I thought he looked hot. As I was walking past them, the taller of the two stopped and looked at me. He said something to the other one, and they both smiled, and then started playing again. I thought, 'Oh well, I guess they think I'm a geek or something,' so I kept on walking. About an hour later I returned home.
My mom was getting lunch ready and I went upstairs to use my computer. My parents gave me my own phone line and my own computer; so that I could talk to my friends I had moved away from. I logged on, checked my e-mail, and decided to start reading. I went to Nifty, the High School section, and looked for something new. A few stories I hadn't seen before were posted, so I started reading. My mom called me down for lunch after a while. I ate some sandwiches and watched some TV. After I had my lunch, I went back upstairs and continued reading the book I had started, called "Bloody Bones." It was from a series of books I had been reading, that I enjoyed immensely.
Before I realized it, it was about 6:00 PM in the evening, and my mother was calling me down for dinner. It surprised me how the time had passed by so fast. My dad was home, and we all sat down and started eating and talking. Dad told us how his day at the hospital had been, and what all had happened. He told us about one boy my age who came in with his hand cut. Dad looked at me and said that the boy seemed nice, and maybe I would end up at the same school with him and get to meet him. He also said that we might even become friends; then who knows, and smiled at me. I blushed, and tried hiding my face. My parents laughed, and that started me laughing too. I asked him to quit.
I went to my room and started reading again. About nine, my mom came in and told me to get ready for bed. I brushed my teeth, and used the bathroom. Returning to my room, I undressed down to my jockeys, and got into bed. My parents came up to say goodnight, and turned off my light. As I lay there, I thought about the two boys I had seen earlier in the day, and my dick started getting hard. I pushed down my jockeys and started rubbing my five inch play toy. I took the bottle of lotion from my night stand and put some on my right hand. I started thinking about the boys while rubbing my dick up and down slowly. My left hand played with my nipples, pinching slightly and pulling a bit. I soon started going faster, feeling the pleasure rippling through me. Quietly moaning, I kept going faster and faster. With a low moan, I shot five hefty spurts of my cream up on my chest. I just lay there, letting my breathing slowly return to normal. Reaching under my bed, I pulled out a towel to clean up myself. I threw the towel under my bed, pulled up my jockeys and closed my eyes. I slowly drifted off to sleep, thinking of what tomorrow might bring; and hoping for the best.