Pretending to Be Gay 11

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Chapter 11: Coming Out

Sunday morning I finally felt better. Miles and I were in bed, joking around and grabbing each other’s morning wood like usual, when I blurted out a spontaneous thought. “I think we should come out.”

He didn’t even flinch, just grinned. Later that morning we stood side by side in in kitchen and called in my parents from their room. When they arrived I just started without being sure what I was going to say.

"Hey mom... dad," I said, hesitating. "Miles is my boyfriend."

My mom looked at my dad, like she was confused. I just say there, letting it sink in with her. I wasn't even sure what she was going to think about it. After a moment, she turned back to us.

"Yeah," my mom said, "we know..." She said it like it was very obvious.

"You knew?" I asked, curious. 

"Yeah, like, it's obvious. You guys are affectionate and disappear into your room constantly. We're happy for you."

My stomach cringed harder than anything in my life. It was so weird that she knew. I thought we were being sneaky as hell and getting away with it. I chuckled at the same time as my nerves hit critical mass of embarrassment. 

She went on, "I just hope you're being safe like your dad has talked to you about."

"Oh, um..." my dad said, "I haven't... gotten around to that yet."

My mom shook her head. "Ok," she said and turned back to me. "Condoms, just use condoms."

"Sure... mom." I didn't really know what to say. This isn't what I expected. 

"But yeah, Miles is my boyfriend, and we love each other."

My dad raised his eyebrows, but it was like he was prepared. "That's great son, glad you have a loving partner." He looked at his watch. "Sorry, I've gotta run...," he looked at my mom like he was sorry, "I've got that thing in Springfield."

She nodded her head like she understood, then looked back at us. "So, boys... breakfast?"

Dad left, and my mom made us pancakes from scratch, my absolute favorite. 

When she sat down, I was already halfway through a pancake. 

"So boys, have you been dating long?"

"A few weeks, I guess," I said.

"Do you treat my boy well?" she asked Miles.

"He's awesome mom. He just took care of me all weekend while I was deathly ill!" I insisted.

"Let him answer for himself," she said with a smile at Miles.

"I treat him well. He's great to me too," Miles said, grabbing my hand on my thigh under the table. 

"Is it serious?" she asked us both, emphasizing the last word.

I looked at Miles. He just smiled with his kind eyes. I turned back to my mom. "I mean, I guess."

She was trying to hint at asking about our sex life, but there was no chance I was going to say a single word about that in front of my parents. So I left it at that. It was a tingling sense of liberation to have come out to my parents, and the fact that it went well was so awesome, I felt like nothing could ruin my day. But still, my mom had a tendency to pry and I was already putting up my instinctive blockers.

Luckily, Johnny came out and broke up the conversation. His skinny body was clad only in his underwear, which he normally didn't do around company, but I guess after what he saw the day before, he had no shame in front of Miles. Mom didn't say anything about his attire. 

"Morning honey, your brother has some news," she turned to me quickly as if she was nervous, "oh wait, that's not my decision to tell him."

"It's ok," Miles said. He turned to Johnny. "We're dating," he said, gesturing to the two of us.

Johnny just looked at us like he was annoyed, and reached into his underwear to scratch his balls. "Ok...?" It was like he did not give a single shit about it. 

"Jonathan!" Mom said, raising her hands at Johnny. "What is wrong with you?" 

I didn't even know if she was more mad at him for scratching his balls in front of company or for dismissing our "coming out" moment, but Miles and I just started chuckling.

Johnny just shook his head and went into the kitchen, coming back with some pancakes. He froze when he got to the table, and opted instead to sit up at the kitchen bar.

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After that surprisingly drama free morning, Mom left to join my dad at the "thing in Springfield," or whatever she was doing. Miles and I showered and headed out for the day, to do "whatever". We walked through the neighborhood, in the opposite direction we normally walked for school.

Miles pointed to a space between two houses that led to a public park on the other side. "I bet we could fuck in there."

I chuckled. "Maybe at night."

He looked at me like it was a challenge. "No way," I said, "that's crazy." 

His smile got bigger like he was seriously forming the challenge in his head.  

I looked back at the spacing. There were no windows into the houses. And it was technically public property, not trespassing. But it was broad daylight, an actual sunny day. I looked at him, "...should we?"

But he checked his phone, and immediately threw his head back in despair. "Shit," he muttered.

"What?" I said, adjusting my boner, since apparently I wasn't going to need it right now.

Miles sighed. "I forgot I told my mom I'd come home. A bunch of housework she wants done today and I promised."

"I'll help," I said, smiling at him. "Least I can do to thank you."

"For fucking you so good?" he said with a shit-eating grin.

"Sure," I said, "and taking care of my while I was sick. I love you, dude."

"I love you too," he said, calmly.

—[]—

We got to his house and got started. There was laundry, vaccuuming, and general housework to do all over the house. When we were almost done, Landon came out of his room. I was just putting away the vaccuum while Miles was finishing folding the last towel out of the laundry. 

Landon look around at us. "Anything I can help with?"

Miles had the most annoyed look on his face, but it was still mixed with a smile. "Where the fuck were you two hours ago?? We're DONE!" He started laughing but picked up a pillow and threw it at Landon.

He caught it and laughed as well. "I'm sorry! I was busy!"

"You could've put off your wank sesh!" Miles shouted, I just raised my eyebrows and though oh shit. 

I thought it was just joshing between brothers, but Landon turned red. He was still laughing, but his face had an almost vermillion shade of shame indicating Miles had hit on some truth. He rolled his eyes.

"Hey, Landon," I said, interjecting and putting a stop to this. "We actually wanna tell you something." I glanced at Miles, who raised an eyebrow, then looked back at his brother, gesturing between us. "We're boyfriends. We're bisexual... or whatever."

Landon went quiet for a full minute, just staring at us. I opened my eyes wide to Miles. He just shrugged, apparently as confused as I was. Finally Landon sighed and said, "I guess I should tell you... I saw you guys in the side yard that one night.”

My face showed my nerves. “Oh shit,” I said. Miles grimaced. “Sorry about that.”

“Also,” Landon continued, “I saw you guys in your room one time… with your buddy Greg.”

My jaw dropped open. “I’m so sorry, dude. We should’ve been more careful.”

“No, it’s… all good guys. I don’t mind. Do your thing.”

Miles turned to me. “We are not as slick as we thought.” 

“Well,” Miles said, apparently ready to take a break from this conversation, "I have one more thing to do in the kitchen, and then I'll bring out some drinks."

He disappeared quickly, inadvertently leaving me to stand here with his brother who had just said the most awkward thing I could possibly imagine. We just sat on the couch and pulled out our phones. My mind was racing, but I wasn’t sure yet how to round out the conversation. Just before I opened my mouth to finally say something, Landon beat me to it.

“I’m actually gay," Landon blurted out.

"Oh shit," I said, pausing. "Guess we're in the same... club or whatever," I said. 

"I kinda thought so. You weren’t really keen on girls."

"Yeah," Landon said sheepishly, “and it actually sucks not knowing any other gay guys in town. But it’s kinda cool that at least there’s you two. And that guy Greg I guess. I’m honestly jealous of you guys.” 

“Sounds familiar,” I told him.

“Really?” he said back.

I paused. “So, do you want to get with a guy then?” I smirked at him, suddenly excited by the idea in my head.

After a nervous glance around, he said something I wasn’t expecting, “I’ve been horny as fuck thinking about you every single day since I saw you fucking in Miles’ room.” He grabbed at his crotch, the outline of his enormous erection laid obscenely down his thigh. It was just like Miles’. The two biggest dicks in the world I think. 

I snapped back to reality in a panic at what was happening with Landon. “Shit, sorry, no, I meant like another guy.” 

Landon laughed and adjusted his crotch. “Ah shit, sorry, I thought you meant you had like an open thing with my brother.”

“Oh well, I don’t know, but like… I can’t just get with Miles’ brother,” I said, still chuckling.

“Yeah, sorry dude,” he said. “I think my brain short-circuited. You’re just really fucking hot and I’m backed up as hell.”

“No dude, so are you!” I said. Then it finally hit me. “Wait, so how much did you see in Miles’ room the other day??”

“A lot,” he admitted sheepishly. “I watched. You idiots left the door ajar. And you weren’t quiet at all.” 

We both cracked up, and started joking around calling each other hot and flexing our muscles at each other and joking around. The tension dissolved into light, common understanding. He seemed relieved to finally have someone he could talk to, even if it came out awkward at first. Maybe it’s a gay thing, to mix friendship and thoughts of sex. But I couldn’t stop thinking about Landon’s giant hog. It was crazy that it ran in the family. I couldn’t imagine a dick as big as Miles’ existing twice, but there it was in Landon’s pants.

When Miles came back, Landon gave him a long hug. They didn’t say anything, but I guess they needed to discuss it on their own another time. He went off to bed, and I told Miles what happened. 

“Yeah, I’m not surprised,” he said casually. He didn’t expand on it, though, and instead we ended up talking about college. We were applying to a lot of the same schools, especially on the East coast. 

“There are artistic supplements you can send with the applications. You’ve got sketches and wood carvings and all that, but are you gonna submit your stories about us?” I joked. 

He smirked at me with that same grin as always.

He switched subjects. “What’re you doing for the holidays by the way?”