The Kiss that Opened my Door

"Jeremy. . . No. . . St-. . . Stop!" I burst into tears, as Jeremy slid his soft big hands across my body while bitting my chest. "I-. . . It hurts. . . Stop."
"It sounds like you are enjoying it. And your body is responding so well. . . Look how your brief are slowly rising." His low-pitched voice mumbled in my ear, making me quiver.
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18. Father and Son

"Get up, you have been sleeping all day yesterday and now today." I repeatedly slapped Jeremy. 

"Ugh. . . Fine fine."

I gave him some water and was irritated that he would drink so much to the point where he would pass out.


"Your welcome, you know my mom knew that you were drunk."

"Fuck! Really?! Ouch!" He grabbed his head and laid back down.

"Yeah, you being a dumb ass and drinking too much."

"I didn't mean too, I was just really shocked, I don't remember anything after the game."

"I would tell you but you would start drinking again." I got from my bed and into my closet. "I want to go out again today."

"Why so sudden?"

"I don't know. . . Just being with you makes me want to show you off." I scratched the back of my head, embarrassed.

"Ugh, I have a really big headache."

My door swung open and my mom came in. "Did you learn your lesson Jeremy?" My mom asked. She handed him a white pill.

"Please don't tell my parents." He blurted out. "They would kill me."

"I won't. It is not my job. But I hope you learned your lesson."

"Yes I did. I was just really surprised about something."

"What was it?" I was behind mom and I was shacking my head really fast. I don't what my mom to know this.

"Uh. . ."

"Its okay, I'll find out one way or the other. I am a parent with two grown kids." She started to laugh and walk out my room.

"We can never tell!" I yelled as I made sure my mom was down the hallway.

"I am never going to tell! Nor do I want to remember what happened."

"Why are you acting like that?"

"Because my dad acted like he was against it and shit and they are old!"

I grabbed a pillow and smashed it in his face and just stared at him. "Childish." I said and watched his expression.

"What you mean?!" He grabbed the bottom of my shirt and pulled me down on the bed. "Who is fucking who? And for how long? Can you not picture one of their asses?"

"I don't wanna picture that!"

"Ugh! I need to sleep."

"No, let's go somewhere."

He laid his stupid self down on my bed and turned his back to me. "Wake me up when it gets dark."

I took the pillow again and hit him over and over again. "Bastard." I stood up and walked out my room. I freaked out when I saw my dad walking to his room.

"He- hey dad." I said.

"Hey Zachary." He stopped and turned to me. I felt my heart race.

"How was the game?"

"We won. . . Thank you again, I really appreciate it. . . Hey Zachary. . ."

Oh no! He saw us some how. Was it in the stand?! Or at the hotel??? Dammit Jeremy! ". . . Yes?"

"We have not had any father and son time in a while. Get out of your pajamas and let's go somewhere today. Just you and me."

I can't remember the last my dad and I hung out just the two of us. Well actually I do, but I don't think it counts to take your son to a bar and sit him in the back so you can drink with your friends and watch the football game.

"Okay." I turned and walked right back to my room. "Jeremy, I am going to hang out with my dad today." I told him waking up.

"Whatever." He lifted his head just to say that and laid back down and feel asleep.

"Ugh! You are getting on my nerves!" I smacked him on the back and he did not move. I ignored him and got ready, I wondered where my dad was going to take me, probably somewhere sporty.

I walked out my room and into the living room, seeing dad standing, waiting for me. "You ready?" He asked me. He was rataling his keys.


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As we pulled up into the parking lot, my eyes were locked on the freaking sign. 'Rallo's Steak and Break', where their logo is 'Sit down, eat a steak, and take a break!' Hate this place with a passion.

My dad looked at me and said, "You remember this place?"

"How can I not?" I replied, "The waiter mistakingly gave me a mixture of beer and Sprite."

"Yeah. And I got the drink with just the Sprite." He started laughing, "You mom got angry and you were about to fall out your booster seat."


"Still got the video."

We walked in and was seated almost instantly. We sat in a booth, where my dad was facing the television.

"What do you want to drink?" The waiter asked.

"I want a beer." My dad said, well, I guess I am driving back home.

"And you young man?"

"Uh, coke." I told her.

"Okay I will be right back with your drinks." She walked off and I saw my dads eyes glued to the TV.

"This isn't going to be father and son time if you watch the football game the whole time. I sent you to one, that should be enough."

"Son, one football game will not fill up my love for the sport. When I was your age, I use to play football in high school. I was not the best, it was this other guy. But I was second best."

"So. . . the moral of the story is, even tho you are not number one, love the sport with a passion and act like you are number one."

"Zachery, don't get smart with me."

"What? Are we not bonding?"

"Yeah. . ." He was interrupted with the waiter putting down our drinks.

"Here you go, one beer and one coke." The waiter said, "Would you like to order now?"

"Uh. . . yeah, yeah." My dad already had what he wanted in mind and as he was saying his I quickly scan the menu and told her want I wanted. After she left, my dad said my name.

"Yes?" I answered.

"I know you don't like me talking about this. . ."

"If it is about me and Jeremy then you are right. Dad, please."

"Just listen for a couple of minutes, I was talking to someone and it opened my eyes a bit."

I knew who that person was, Mr. Baker. I really want to know what he is about to say next. "Okay."

"Just, be careful, I don't want you to go through what other, you know. . . go through. I want you to live a normal life without the regret and the troubles. . . I don't care who you like, I just want you to enjoy life with non of the discrimination holding you back, and the pressure holding you back. Your mom already dealt with it when she was in school, people calling her a leprechaun because she is Irish and short."

I took all of it in and tried to process it. What did my dad go through? I know back when he was my age being gay was nasty and foul. Now, people love it and want to see gays kissing and doing lewd things. There will always be discrimination, this whole race thing, still hasn't been over come yet. What makes you think the lgbt community will be?

Discrimination of gender is still around, being mentally challenged is still one. It is never going to go away. I'm just going to have to accept that there are some people that disagrees with who I love and bash me for that. This world will always have ignorant people.

"Dad, only you and. . ." I can't tell my dad that mom knows, this has to be kept secret. ". . . Mr. Baker. . . and my school knows. . . Yeah, everyone knows now. . . and I do get picked on but oh well, I am a man and I can shake it off."

"I can see that you are a man, I don't want my child to go through it."

"To late. Why with this strong output? What happened to you for you to be so strong about this?"

He put both hands on his forehead and his elbows on the table. He was silent for a while and I was just sipping on my drink, taking a few sips of my dads as well.

"I don't want you to tell you mom okay? I'm not even going to say it here. Even though I love this place because of the food, beer, and the sports people, the vibes gets to me. This place hates homosexuals, and will kick you out if they found out, and if you were a worker, fire you. . . I guess you know what I am talking about."

"You?" I asked, "being ga-"

"Zachary. . . Like I just said." He looked around nervously.


"I promise I will explain later. . . This had to be between you and me, I know I am hurting your mom, but I am too deep in it now. I have a twenty-one year old daughter and a sixteen year old son. I'm way too late."

"Don't you want to be happy?" I asked.

"I already am happy. Just knowing that my real life has not come out, and knowing that my father is not going to be disappointed about my decision. . ."

"Its not a choice dad, and you should know."

"But it was my decision to marry your mom. When I was younger, I thought that was the best choice that was in front of me at that time. . . the world has changed Zachary, more people accept it know, to be honest, I am really jealous."

The waiter came back to our table and put our meal on the table. "Sorry for the wait." She turned around and left and I felt really disappointed.

"Dad, I'm not in the mood to eat right now." I told him.

"I'm not either. . . let's just box this up and let's just drive somewhere and let me explain myself fully."

"Sounds good."

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My dad and I did have an appetite for some sweets. We were in the car at the park with the windows down, eating my favorite kind of cake.

"Even though the windows are down, I feel a lot safe talking here in a quite area then at the restaurant where it is loud." My dad started off.

"Zachary, at first, I thought I rubbed it off on you. But John took what the church taught me out of my head."

"Mr.Baker?" I asked.

"Yes. . . I would always be at church thinking that God would hear my prayer and make me attracted to women, that, what I had was because of the influence of others. That if I keep going and going to church that, it will change me."

"It will never work dad. . ."

"I know that now. . ." He blew his breath, ". . . But before I thought it would. Since I was little I thought that if I prayed enough."

"Dad how old were you?" I asked surprised.

"When I was in some point in elementary school. The school I was from played old documentary's about homosexuality and how it was wrong, at that time I liked my PE teacher. When I gotten a little older, I was constantly hearing about this one guy at my school, he was one and they were saying terrible things about him. Weird, freak, a disgrace against nature, dirty, and even more things. That is when it really clicked for me that I needed to change."

"I don't really know what to say dad." I told him honestly, I could never understand what he has been through.

"You don't have to say anything, just listen. I barely talk because I don't want anything to leak out. . . Let's just sit here and just enjoy the rest of the day. . . The grass is turning brown, and the leaves are turning a nice color. Speaking of which, what do you want to do for Thanksgiving?"

"I want all of us to eat together, bring Jeremy's family along too."

"It would be to awkward."

"Why? You already know that me and Jeremy are dating."

"Man, I skipped one thing."

"What?" I questioned.

"Um. . . John and I. . ."

"Are dating?" I said quickly. I knew that he was going to say it but, he was taking to long and I wasn't patient.

"Not per say. . ."

"Who is the bottom and who his top?"


"I just feel like Mr.Baker would be top since he is more muscular and has a deeper voice than you and all. . ."


"But if you are top then I can't imagine that Mr.Baker is the bottom you know?"


"What positions do you use?"

"Zachary, I'm not. . ."

"Doggy? Stationary? Cowgirl?"

"Zachary that is enough!"

I stopped with the questions. "Sorry."

"Why do you want to know these things?"

"Because I'm nosy."

"You really are. And its the position where your mom got pregnant from with you. So ask her."


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We arrived home and Jeremy's car was still parked on the side of the curb. My dad looked at me and commented, "So, he is still here? It is pretty late don't you think?" With a smart tone.

"Well. . . He probably lost track of time." I told him.

"Whatever. It's more than likely that he is saying over again right?"

"Dad, we don't have sex every time we see each other. . . do you and Mr.Baker do?"


"I am taking that as a yes."

We both got out of the car and walked into the house. My mom was in the kitchen as always cooking, my mom said hello and saw the box of food in our hands.

"Well, I guess you guys went to a restaurant for your father and son time. I was thinking you guys would go to the movies or something." She said.

"We went to the park after." I told her.

"And played football?" She asked.

"No, just sat there."

"Oh, okay. Chris, your son is doing most of the talking. How was it for you?"

"It was okay, wasted money on a beer that I did not finish."

"Where is your emotions?"

"All these years and you still ask me the same question, and I give the same answer, I have no idea."

"Don't get smart with m-"

Okay!" I cut her off, there is an argument starting and I don't want it to continue, "I am going to my room. Thanks dad, I really enjoyed it."

"I did too." He responded, I walked out the kitchen and headed to my room.

As I opened the door, I saw Jeremy still sleeping it off. What type of pill did my mom give him?

I shut the door behind me and got in my bed beside him, "Jeremy." I called out his name.

"What?" He mumbled.

"I have some food for you." I put the box right in front of his face on the pillow. "Smells good right?"

He would not open his eyes, I put the box of food on the night stand beside my bed. After, I pulled his shoulder so he was laying on his back. "What Zachary? Come on!"

"Don't get angry with me. Its late, I didn't think that you were going to sleep in all day. I want to too you know." I got on top of him and laid on his chest.

"You are heavy."

"Well I did eat some strawberry cheesecake. . . I really have to tell you something but I can't, if you are not paying attention. Jeremy, Jeremy, Jeremy."

"Oh my god Zachary! I am up!" He sat right up in bed.

"Can we have sex first then I'll tell you?"

"Don't think my dick will go up. Plus I'm still tired from sleeping all day."

"Wow Jeremy." I rolled my eyes.


"nothing. . . Okay, my dad took me to a restaurant. . ." I was explaining everything to him.

"So you didn't get the answers of who is the bottom and who is top?"

"Is that all you gotta say about it?" I asked angrily."

"That is your dad's story. I would like to hear my own dad's you know. Then I can feel the connection. hearing you talk about your own dad, I am just like, okay, so? I'm not trying to be mean but it sounds like it a bit."

"Don't really understand what you mean, but I don't feel like arguing."

"I don't feel like it either. I rather go to sleep."


"Well I am kinda hungry. . ." He looked at my box and looked me.

"I was trying to give it to you on the first place."


"Yeah." I told him. "You gotta warm it tho."

"I'd rather not eat."

"You are really lazy."

"I have been sleeping all day, of course I am lazy."

I got up from bed and took the box. "I will warm this for you, I will be right back."

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