Page 16 of Lance & Clayton

It felt so nice to see him orgasm. I couldn't get over the fact that my mouth was responsible for bringing him such immense pleasure. The way he closed his eyes and moaned would forever be stuck in my head on repeat for the rest of my life. Then when he had jerked me off while I held onto Dino felt like the kinkiest thing I would ever do.

Now it had been two weeks since I'd first met Lance, but it sure felt longer. We had been texting for hours every single day, and while I only managed to get away twice since he came over, I was excited I got to see him again that evening. We had a dinner date planned and he said he had some exciting news to share.

Ever since he'd gifted me Dino, I'd been holding onto it every night and for the first time in my life, I didn't need the bed lamp anymore. I could sleep in complete darkness because it felt like Daddy was with me even when he wasn't. Dino was a reminder of Daddy's love for me, and everyone knew a Daddy's love was one of the most powerful things in the world, powerful enough to scare monsters away and defeat evil dragons.

I headed downstairs as it was almost time for lunch. Julia was setting the table while my father was reading the newspaper.

"The new neighbors were here today," mom was saying to dad before she scoffed. "They baked us a cake but I threw it away the moment they left."

"What?" Dad said, putting the paper down onto the table. "Why? You know I love cake."

"They're an old gay couple." She waved a hand nonchalantly and shook her head. "Can you believe what the world has turned to? What message does it send to the young?"

"I'm disgusted we live in such a godless world," dad said, making a face. "It's the devil's way, I tell you."

I couldn't take it anymore. I'd heard my parents make enough derogatory remarks about gay people. Was a parent's love for their child not unconditional enough to accept them for who they were? Against my better judgment, I knew I had to say something. I could no longer ignore their hatred and bigotry.

I took a deep breath and spoke up. "Mom, you can't demonize people just because they're gay. It's homophobic."

"Clayton!" Dad almost shouted. "Don't talk to your mother that way. You've always been too soft for the world, son. You don't understand how the world works. You can't just let people do whatever they want. It isn't what God made us to do."

"No, Dad," I said as I clenched my fists, taking a seat at the table as Julia stared at me in disbelief. "I can't live like this anymore. I've been quiet for far too long. God isn’t as hateful as you make him be. God's love is unconditional, and the next time you say something homophobic, I want you to remember that… Well, mom and dad, I'm gay."

My hands turned cold as I gulped, my breathing quickening. The truth was finally out and I was expecting it to feel good, but I knew things could go south at any moment. Now was the test of how unconditional their love for their children was. Would their love for me somehow magically trump what they'd been taught lifelong?

"Don't joke about these things, Clayton," mom said, sitting next to me with a frown. "It isn't funny."

"Do I look like I'm joking?" I asked, my hands still cold.

Dad coughed and shook his head in disbelief. "What do you mean you're gay? You're our son. We raised you right, so you can't be gay."

"It means I like men," I said, standing up. "You don't have to make a big deal out of it. Why would you be obsessed about who one loves? It is what it is and it doesn't change how good of a person someone is."

In the silence that followed, my parents looked at each other before instructing Julia to go to her room, which she hesitantly did.

"This isn't you talking, Clayton," mom said. "We raised you right. Tell me who influenced you. Who took you down the devil's path?"

If I was getting things off my chest, I might as well tell them the whole truth.

"Nobody influenced me, mom. But if you mean if I have a boyfriend, yes, I do. We haven't known each other for long, but things are serious between us."

Dad raised his voice as he paced before the dining table, hands behind his back. "So you've made a choice then, one which you know we cannot allow."

"I haven't chosen anything, dad." I looked down at my feet and squirmed in my seat. "I knew I was gay long before I met Lance. I've always been gay but it doesn't have to change anything between us. I'm still the same old Clayton you've always known."

"Lies!" Dad shouted and I jumped in my seat. "The word of God cannot be false and I refuse to believe that you were born sinful. It's a choice you've made, a choice that I refuse to take part in. I will not let a liar and a sinner live under my roof. Look where your choice has led you, out onto the streets. We no longer want you in this house."

"Clayton, listen," mom said after a deep breath. "We can't have people thinking we support what you do. What your father means to say is, you can live with us if you promise to change and never see that bad man again."

"I can't do that," I said, teary-eyed. "I love him and he makes me happy. I can't live without him. Dad, please don't disown me. Where will I go? I'm still the same Clayton you know, I promise."

"How dare you?" Dad shouted again, making me jump again as I began shivering from fear and disbelief over the hatred they were capable of, just because I was born different. "Get out of my house, or I'll kill you with my bare hands!"

I couldn't believe the hateful words coming out of their mouths. They'd rather have a dead straight son than let me live a gay life.

When he ran towards me with his hands before him, I knew he would strangle me if I didn't act quick. I jumped out of my seat and just when his hands were inches away from my throat, I ran towards the stairs for my dear life. I rushed upstairs before he could catch me, where Julia stood looking just as scared as I was.

"Goodbye, Julia." I threw my arms around her and wiped away a tear running down her cheek. "Take care of them."

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