Author: Take Charge Dad Title: Madison's Adventures 1 Part: 1
Summary: Madison starts reflecting on his childhood filled with
sex after coming across his father's old journal. Keywords: Mb,
bb

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Obligatory Disclaimer and notes about the story - This story is
fictional. None of these people are real and none of this
happened. The main thrust of this story is man/boy and boy/boy
sexual relationships between unrelated males. But the story,
particularly the first part, will have brief mentions of other
types of relationships (ie with females and also with related
individuals) but the sex is not described with any detail.

This story is a spin-off from the story "Taking Charge of My
Family". Neither story requires the other to understand what is
going on though.  You may find the other story here:
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/incest/taking-charge-of-my-fa
mily/

This initial chapter is very light on the sex as it catches up to
the various events already revealed in Taking Charge of My Family
and fills in some of the back story there. Future chapters will
have more sex.

Please send any comments or feedback to me at niftytakechargedad
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Madison's Adventures 1 "Go West"

  Yesterday I was cleaning out my dad's office and I found an old
USB stick in his home safe. I ordered up an adapter and had it
printed. Once I mounted the memory stick I discovered it was
encrypted. Fortunately before my adopted father passed away, he
gave me the password to his password manager file. After a bit of
trial and error, I was able to unlock the USB stick with the
password for a mysterious entry in the password manager that was
labeled as: “TCMF”. It turns out that he had written about all
the things we had done together as a family after my mother moved
out west with Ricky, Katy, and me. Of course back then my dad was
still just my grandfather, since he hadn't adopted me yet. Once I
had become an adult I found it easier to refer to him as Carl.
What with our family tree being so, unusual, the traditional
relationship labels such as father, grandfather, brother, uncle,
aunt, nephew, and niece could get muddied.

  I read the first few chapters last night and it was an eye
opener to see things from his perspective and to also read what
he thought about me back then. I also got really horny from
reading his account of what happened and recalling my own
memories of those days. Reading his account has also inspired me
to write down my own version of the events of unorthodox
childhood. Forgive me if sometimes my tone, insights, or
vocabulary are inconsistent, I'm doing my best to remember how I
felt and talked at the time, but its been many years and my
memory isn't perfect so I fill in some of the words with more
adult vocabulary.

  I shared most of this with my grandfather at the time, but
didn't always tell him everything or give him all the details. I
had no reals secrets from him growing up. But when I was a kid,
we did have an unofficial don't ask, don't tell policy about what
I did. He was always content to keep his expressions of love in
the family. Ricky and Katy were so in love with each other that
they didn't often go looking to sex with other people, although I
do believe they had a few outside affairs, both together and
separately and Ricky did accompany me on several of my
“adventures” as there were some things that Katy couldn't provide
for him, like a hard cock up his ass. I'm sure mom was also
getting some on the side occasionally, but grandfather was always
risk adverse. He didn't want to take any chances and get caught
having sex with someone else's kid. I can't really blame him,
since a guy getting caught having sex with someone else's kid can
have life changing consequences for both the man and the kid. It
is sort of what caused my mom to finally move out west and
triggered all the subsequent events that my grandfather wrote
about.

  Sure, mom told her father that we got kicked out because our
landlord's wife found the photos he had taken of my
twelve-year-old sister Katy. That was the truth as far as my mom
knew since that is what Mr. Jackson had told her when he kicked
her out. He said that she needed to get out or they would both
being going to jail, him for taking the pictures and her for
letting her daughter pose nude in lieu of paying rent. I knew the
real reason, but I never told anyone. The real reason was that
his wife unexpectedly came home early one day and walked in on
him and me; I was sucking his dick.

  Mr. Jackson and I had been sucking each other for a couple
years at that point. I found out later that he had also been
doing it with Ricky, only he was paying Ricky. That caused a lot
of conflicting emotions in me at the time. Part of me was jealous
that Mr. Jackson had been 'cheating' on me with my older brother,
part of me was upset that I had missed out on getting paid. We
never had any money until we moved in with our grandfather and I
could have used the money just as much as Ricky.

  I'm not entirely sure why I didn't tell the family about what I
had done with Mr. Jackson when Ricky admitted that he was having
sex with the man. I guess I was still a little 'brainwashed' by
Mr. Jackson at that point. He had spent two years convincing me
that if I told anyone that I would be the one that would get in
trouble, and that I'd be taken away from my mother, plus since I
didn't have a father, I would wind up in an orphanage.

  It is easy to recognize the man's bullshit now, but to a little
kid that was desperate for attention from anyone resembling a
father figure, it was very powerful bullshit. What kind of
asshole fucks with a little boy's mind like that? Thankfully
though, it ultimately worked out for the best that we had to
move. It caused mom to finally swallow her pride and go begging
to her dad.

  It is kind of funny in hindsight that all three of us had done
things with the landlord and never told each other about it while
it was happening. We had always been close to each other since we
all shared a bedroom, but still society had taught us not to talk
about sex, so we didn't, even though we were all having sex as
kids. Ricky and I were supposed to share a bed, but most nights
Katy would end up in bed with Ricky and I would sleep in Katy's
bed. I never joined in with them because I was afraid that
somehow they would know I was fooling around with Mr. Jackson,
like somehow it would show on my dick. But, I would get hard and
rub myself under the covers while I watched them messing around.
Still we never really talked about it with each other, although
I'm sure they talked to each other about what they were doing,
and they knew I watched them.

  Katy and I were always close, and she knew I liked boys and men
instead of girls. Several years before we moved she had caught me
lying on her bed looking at one of her Tiger Beat magazines while
I humped a pillow. Her only reaction was to tell me not to get my
'spooge' on the pillow. I had to ask her what that was since I
was still only having dry orgasms and she explained it was a
slang term for that white stuff that shot out of Ricky's dick.

  The trip west was a nightmare for me. Mom was crying most of
the time, and I was feeling guilty because I blamed myself for us
getting kicked out, but I couldn't tell anyone about it because I
still thought that government agents would instantly appear and
drag me off if anyone found out. Ricky and Katy were quiet and
spent most of the ride sharing a pair of earbuds, listening to
Ricky's iPod, which it turns out he had bought with some of his
blowjob money from Mr. Jackson.

  When we got to grandpa's house, he offered to let us live with
him even if mom didn't stay. I knew as soon as Ricky accepted
that Katy would stay too. If they were both going to stay, it was
an easy choice for me to make as well. I remember Katy whispering
into my ear, “Grandpa's kinda cute for an old guy. Why don't you
ask him to carry your bag in for you so we can see his muscles.”

  I did what she suggested and ogled my grandfather as he carried
our bags for us. He was much more attractive than Mr. Jackson. I
think I fell in love with him as soon as we moved in. I was like
a puppy dog those first few days, I constantly followed him
around the house, always wanting to be in the same room with him.
I thought he only liked girls though, so I would play with Katy's
dolls, pretending the Ken doll was my grandfather and I was the
Barbie doll. I kept hoping he would get the hint when he saw me
rubbing the dolls together like they were humping each other, but
he would just smile at me and go back to work.

  I wanted to go over and suck his dick, but was too afraid.
Between the things Mr. Jackson had said about the government
taking me away if they found out I liked sucking dick, Ricky's
occasional off-hand comments about not being a fag, and the
general homophobia of our poor neighborhood in New York, I was
convinced that if I told grandpa knew how I felt that he wouldn't
like me anymore, so I kept quiet.

  Things changed the night mom was brought home by the sheriff. A
couple years later, grandfather admitted to us that he had set
mom up, but we didn't know it at the time. Katy and I had been
asleep in our room when we heard the commotion and saw the
sheriff's car out in the driveway. Katy thought it was best if we
stayed in our room, which we did until we heard mom getting
spanked and crying. At that point we just had to see what was
going on, so we crept out of our room and tried to peek around
the edge of the hallway without being seen.

  Grandpa was spanking our mother and talking dirty to her. It
was all very confusing to me at the time, but it was also very
exciting. I've always been orally fixated, so I guess I ended up
sucking on my thumb, I did that a lot when I was nervous, it
calmed me down. Even to this day I love having things in my mouth
to suck on, fortunately, more often than not, those things are
hard cocks instead of my own thumb.

  While it was a long time ago, reading Carl's account of that
evening helped refresh my memory. He said I looked confused and
on the verge of crying; I probably was. Part of me was afraid
because he seemed so upset at my mom and I worried that he would
kick us out because of whatever she had done. Part of me also
wished that I was the one bare ass naked on his lap with his
hands on me. It was a relief when he called me over and had me
sit on the couch next to him. Having his arm wrapped around me
made me feel safe, protected, and loved.

  Katy knew that I had a crush on grandpa, so I guess she took
the opportunity to get the ball rolling between us. She put my
hand on top of grandpa's lap and moved it up and down the length
of his erection. I'm glad she did it, but I was still a bit shy
because of all the crap I'd been fed about it needing to be
secret and I'd get in trouble if anyone found out that I was
playing with a man's dick. But part of me also knew that it felt
very right to have my hand on his big dick. I loved how it felt
in my hand. It was hot and hard, yet slightly squishy. It was
also huge, much bigger than Mr. Jackson's and even bigger than
Ricky's. Up until then Ricky's had been the biggest cock I'd
seen. It was funny to read grandpa's account of the evening, I
sounded like such a little baby. I do remember that Mr. Jackson
always liked me to use baby talk when we were messing around, I
think it turned him on to pretend he was having sex with an even
younger boy. So I guess it was just habit for me to call his dick
a “pee pee” like I was a five instead of ten.

  Over the next few days as Carl started teaching Ricky and Katy
about sex, I was still conflicted. They all seemed to be so
excited about having boy/girl sex and it just did nothing for me.
I got all excited seeing Carl and Ricky's cocks but at the same
time it also made me feel alone because I didn't share their
desire for Sara and Katy. Don't get me wrong, I love my sister
and mother, but not in the same way that Ricky and grandpa love,
loved them. That feeling of being different played a big part in
my meltdown when I got teased on the bus. There was a silver
lining in that I think it finally made grandpa accept that I was
gay and not just inexpereinced, so he stopped trying to be so
neutral and 'let me discover my sexuality for myself'. Instead he
finally just embraced me for who I was. It also gave him an
excuse to indulge his sexual desire for boys.

  That weekend changed a lot of things for me. Carl agreed to be
my dad, which filled a void I had always felt. He'd also let me
suck his cock which filled another void that had been empty since
I had gotten caught with Mr. Jackson. Then when he fucked Ricky,
I was so excited to discover there was another void inside me
that up until then I hadn't known needed filling. Unfortunately,
due to my own screw up, it would take longer to get that new void
filled then we had planned.

  When I went to school on Monday, I was no longer afraid or
ashamed of the feelings I had. While I knew I couldn't say
anything about what my family did, or what I had done with Mr.
Jackson, I felt I no longer needed to hide who I was. It helped
that before we got off the school bus that morning Ricky let the
boys that had been bullying me on Friday know that if they ever
did anything like that again, or even called me names that he
would kick their asses.

  I started looking at boys and men differently, or rather more
openly. Before I would always look away and not make eye contact
so they wouldn't see that I was looking at them, but now I didn't
care if they caught me looking. Generally, I checked out the
teachers and the high school boys. I would look at them and
imagine that I was sucking on their dicks. It always made me hard
to day dream about that. Looking at boys my own age didn't really
do the same thing for me. Although there was one boy in my class
that I really liked.

  His name was Jonah. He rode a skateboard to school instead of
taking the bus. He had brown hair that went down to his shoulder
blades. I decided after seeing him that I wanted to grow my hair
out like his, mine was already down to the middle of my neck, so
it didn't take too long. He had blue eyes, a cute button nose and
a wide mouth with full red lips. He had a bit of a feminine look
to him, like me, but he was also masculine, playing soccer and
basketball with the other boys at recess, and he always had
bruises and scraps on his elbows and knees from skateboarding. I
just thought he was the coolest boy in school.

  I always liked to draw when I was a kid, still do actually. It
was a couple days later when it got me into trouble at school. I
had spent the lunch period watching the boys playing basketball.
Jonah was on the team that was 'skins' and I sat on the grass
near the basketball court and drew him in my sketch book. I
wasn't paying attention to anything other than my drawing and
occasionally looking up at Jonah for inspiration. While I was
focused on Jonah, Susie, the girl that sat next to me in my
class, snuck up behind me and looked over my shoulder to see what
I was drawing. I had drawn Jonah naked and with a big cock, like
Ricky's, with cum leaking out of it. Susie's family was really
religious and she wasn't any fun, so she ran and told on me to
Ms. Jenkins, the teacher that was doing yard duty supervising us
that day at lunch. I was trying to rip up the drawing so no one
else would see it when Ms. Jenkins grabbed the pieces from my
hand. One of the pieces still clearly showed a large cock with
cum dripping out of it.

  She brought me to the office and showed the pieces of the
drawing to the principal, Mr. Watkins. He asked what I had been
drawing and I confessed that I was drawing Jonah. He asked if
Jonah had shown me his penis or had done anything to me. I said
no. He seemed disappointed by my answer. Then he asked me where I
had seen this in real life before as he held up the piece of the
paper with the hard cock and cum on it. Remembering what Mr.
Jackson and my grandpa had both said about not telling anyone, I
said I saw it on the internet. It was sort of true, I had seen
adult cocks cumming in the movies that Ricky and Katy would
sometimes watch on our mom's laptop when she wasn't home.

  I don't know if he believed me or not but I guess he was
satisfied with the answer because he had me wait outside his
office. I sat out there and cried, afraid that he somehow knew
I'd been having sex with Mr. Jackson and my grandfather and that
they were going to take me way and put me in an orphanage.
Instead, the principal must have called my house because about a
half hour later grandpa and my mom showed up. Grandpa looked
upset and my mom looked nervous. They went into the office and
about fifteen minutes later, the principal told me I was
suspended for the rest of the day and for tomorrow as well on
account of having a pornographic drawing at school.

  On the way home, grandpa lectured me about not making drawings
like that while I was at school. He said it was fine for me to
draw stuff like that at home, but that they had to stay in the
house. He also let me know that the principal could tell I was
lying about where I saw an adult penis, but that my mother had
covered for me by explaining that I grew up sharing a room with
Ricky. If it ever came up again, that is where I had seen an
adult sized erection. Also he said that if the principal ever
asked about it that I should tell him I had been told not to look
at my brother while he was naked anymore.

  They also told me that I needed to go see the doctor and get an
examination that would show that I hadn't been abused, whatever
that meant. Unfortunately, until then there would be no more
playing with my ass. That of course made me upset and I
complained about them being unfair and punishing me over a stupid
drawing. For some reason they both laughed at me.

  I had hoped that Thursday would be a lot of fun, getting to
spend it at home with my grandpa and mom, but instead they made
me do school work and do a bunch of educational exercises on the
computer. When I got on the bus to go to school on Friday,
several of kids were laughing at me and whispering to each other.
Ricky glared at them and no one did anything, but I guess word
had gotten around about why I had been suspended. Susie had a big
mouth and I'm sure she blabbed to all her friends about what I
had done. While before the kids had just suspected I was a gay
sissy, now it had been confirmed, and I had been officially
outed. In class the teacher, Mr. Richards, didn't say anything
about me being suspended, being gay, or the drawing. He just
seemed to ignore it all. I was too scared of Jonah's reaction to
even look in his direction.

  During morning recess, I went to the boy's bathroom to pee and
when I got to the urinal, I heard Jonah come into the bathroom
and tell the other boys to get out of the bathroom and make sure
no one came in. It was a good thing I was standing at the urinal
with my dick out otherwise I would have pissed myself when he
walked over and grabbed me by the arm. Even then, I still sprayed
a little bit of piss around as he yanked me and dragged me into
one of the two stalls as I shoved my dick back inside my shorts.
He looked angry and I was sure I was about to get the shit beat
out of me. He was about the same height as me, but he weighed
more since I was really skinny. Unlike me he actually had some
muscle.

  “I heard you drew a picture making fun of my dick,” he said
loudly as he shoved me up against the side of the stall and
pinned me there with his right hand pressed against my chest.

  I was so scared I just babbled out an answer as I started to
cry, “No, I wasn't making fun of your dick. I've never seen your
dick. I'd never make fun of you, I think you're perfect.” I
looked down at the ground, still not able to look him in the
eyes.

  His grip on my arm relaxed a little bit and his hand on my
chest stopped pushing against me as it traveled up to my face. I
was sure he was going to pull his hand back and punch me, but
instead he cupped my chin and lifted my face up, holding it there
until I looked him in the eye. “Is it true what the they say
about you, that you're gay?” he asked. His voice wasn't angry
anymore and he didn't look mad. In fact he was smiling at me.

  I couldn't muster the courage to speak so I just nodded.

  “Do you want to see my dick?” he asked, almost whispering.

  I'm sure my eyes must have popped out of my head in surprise.
“Yes,” I said.

  He let go of me and stepped back. He leaned against the
opposite metal wall and started undoing his shorts. “Have you
ever sucked a dick before?” he asked.

  “Yes,” I answered quickly, thinking he was going to ask me to
suck his and wanting him to know I was eager to do it.

  He had his shorts unbuttoned and his fly open. I could see a
small bulge in the front of his white cotton briefs. “Whose?” he
asked.

  I'm sure a look of panic appeared on my face when he asked that
question. I felt my face blush as I looked him in the eye again
and answered, “I can't tell you. I promised.”

  “If you don't tell me whose dick you sucked, I won't let you
suck my cock and I will beat you up,” he threatened.

  I slumped back against the wall and looked down at the ground.
“Fine, just do it and get it over with,” I said as I closed my
eyes and waited for him to beat me up.

  “Not now, there isn't enough time,” he said as he zipped his
pants back up. “Meet me here fifteen minutes after lunch starts,”
he said then exited the stall and left the bathroom.

  A pair of boys quickly entered the bathroom, curious to see
what had happened to me. I still had tears on my cheeks and my
clothes were sort of rumpled, so they figured he must have
roughed me a bit but not done any serious damage. They called me
a sissy and laughed at me, but otherwise left me alone.

  There was about an hour and a half of class between recess and
lunch. It seemed like the longest hour and a half in my life
though. I would occasionally look over at Jonah and he would
smile at me. I was so confused. I wasn't paying any attention to
what our teacher was trying to teach us as I debated what to do.
Should I show up and let him beat me up? If I didn't show up,
would it just make him mad and he would beat me up even worse
when he did catch me alone? Could I hide from him until I could
get Ricky to protect me? When the bell rang for lunch, I waited
until the rest of the class had left before I got up and went
outside. Mom had packed me a lunch, one of the things grandpa
insisted she do for us. It was kind of nice to have my own lunch
and not have to go to the cafeteria to get a free school lunch
anymore.

  I could see the clock through the window of the classroom and
when it was time, I got up and went to the fifth grade boy's
bathroom. Jonah was standing next to the door leaning against the
wall. He smiled when he saw me. “I'm surprised you showed up. The
other boys said you're a sissy and wouldn't show up,” he said. I
could see there were a few other boys hovering nearby, watching
us. “Come here,” he said.

  I walked over to him and stood in front of him. I couldn't help
myself. There was just something about him that made me want to
do what he said. I was drawn to him in the same way I was drawn
to Ricky and grandpa. Looking back, I think it was his confidence
and cockiness that brought out my submissive nature. He leaned in
and whispered into my ear, “You going to tell me whose dick you
sucked, or am I going to have to beat you up?”

  There was a large part of me that wanted to tell him. I could
just tell him about Ricky. Ricky probably wouldn't get in too
much trouble if someone found out we had fooled around. Or I
could tell him about Mr. Jackson. Maybe the police here couldn't
take me away for what I did in New York. I think I had heard
something about that one TV once. But I was too scared to risk
it. I took a deep breath and shook my head. “I promised not to
tell,” was all I said.

  He grabbed my arm again and led me away from the bathroom
towards the fields. A couple of the boys started to follow, I
guess they wanted to see me get beat up. Jonah turned around and
told them to fuck off. He led me to the very back edge of the
field, the part furthest from blacktop. There were not any other
kids nearby. “Sit down, don't worry, I was never going to beat
you up. I just wanted to make sure I could trust you. Sorry for
scaring you,” he said.

  Jonah sat down with his legs criss-crossed. He was wearing
baggy shorts and when I sat down across from him, he adjusted one
leg of his shorts so I could see all the way up it to his
underwear. “I'm gay too,” he said. I guess I was staring at him
in shock with my mouth open because he laughed and said, “Man,
you really do want my cock, you're sitting there with your mouth
open begging for it.”

  I blushed and looked down. “Really? You aren't just saying that
as some kind of trick?” I asked warily.

  “Yep, I'm gay gay gay gay gay. I've even had butt sex. Have you
ever fucked or been fucked by a boy?” Jonah asked, then after a
pause, whispered, “or a man?”

  My head shot back up in surprise. Jonah was certainly causing
that reaction in me a lot today. “No, neither, but I want to try
it, you know getting fucked,” I said, but then after my own pause
I whispered, “by a man.” We smiled at each other in
understanding. “What's it like?” I asked.

  “It hurts at first, particularly if his dick is thick or long.
If its both, it's worse, but after you get used to it, oh god it
is awesome. Like the best thing ever,” he said. Just talking
about this with him was making me hard and I could see it was
having the same effect on him. We both had to grab our dicks and
reposition them. “UDP” he said.

  “What?” I asked as I gave him a confused look.

  He smiled his cocky little smile at me and said, “UDP,
Uncomfortable Dick Position. It's when your dick gets hard and is
trapped in a bad position in your underwear, and you need to move
it so that its not tenting your shorts,” he said, laughing a
little as he explained it. It wasn't really that funny but I
found myself laughing with him.

  “You're really cute Madison. Will you be my boyfriend?” he
asked.

  Damn, he surprised me yet again and made me get that stupid
shocked look on my face. “You want me to be your boyfriend? Why?
Won't people know your gay though if your my boyfriend?” I
babbled.

  “Well, because you're cute, smart, and funny. Plus unlike some
other, uh, boys, that I play with, you won't get in trouble for
being my boyfriend, that is like a huge plus in my book. I don't
give a shit if the losers at this school know I'm gay. I've just
never told anyone here because there hasn't been a boy like you
here before,” he said.

  God how I envied his confidence. I'm sure I was still blushing
and I had trouble making eye contact with him, but I steeled
myself and looked him directly in the eyes and answered, “Um,
okay I guess.” Damn, I felt like such a dufus.

  He smiled, “hmm. well maybe you're just cute and funny,” he
said laughing.

  “Hey!” I protested, realizing he just implied I wasn't smart.

  “Kidding,” he said then he sprung forward and jumped on top of
me, pushing me backwards onto the ground. We rolled around in the
grass as he tried to tickle me and kiss me at the same time. Our
hard dicks were rubbing against each other as we wrestled. I
don't know how long we were rolling around before we were
suddenly interrupted by Ms. Hooper's voice yelling at us to stop
fighting and to get off of each other.

  Jonah got off of me and stood up. “We weren't fighting Ms.
Hooper, we were just playing around,” he said.

  “Yeah,” I said in agreement as I got up off the grass.

  “We'll see about that,” she said, “Both of you come with me to
the principal's office, now.”

  Jonah must have been able to tell how worried I was about
getting sent to the principal's office twice in one week, because
he winked at me and gave me a look that let me know he wasn't
worried. He started to say something but Ms. Hooper spun around
and hissed, “No talking!” at him. When she turned back around he
rolled his eyes then made a silly face at her.

  When we got to the office, Ms. Hopper had me wait outside while
she took Jonah into Mr. Watkins office. After about ten minutes
she brought him out and had him sit down in one of the chairs.
Then she told me to come into the office. Jonah smiled and winked
at me again, then gave me the thumbs up sign. I was confused, why
was he so confident that we weren't in trouble? I walked into the
office and sat down in the same chair where I had sat in just two
days ago.

  “My my Madison, you're first day back from suspension and you
got into a fight. I hope you are not planning on making a habit
of this. Although I gather this time it wasn't your fault. I
don't expect you wanted to get into a fight with Jonah,” said Mr.
Watkins.

  “We weren't fighting,” I said interrupting him.

  “Don't worry Madison. You aren't in any trouble. One of the
boys that went and got Ms. Hooper to report that you two were
fighting said he heard Jonah threaten to beat you up for drawing
that filthy picture of him. If you just tell us the truth that
Jonah attacked you, you won't be held responsible for his
misbehavior,” explained Mr. Watkins.

  “That's not what happened. He asked me if I was making fun of
his, uh, you know, and I told him I wasn't. We went out onto the
field to talk and then started horsing around, we weren't
fighting,” I said, leaving out a lot of the details.

  “Madison, you don't need to lie to protect him. If you tell me
that he threatened to beat you up and then attacked you out on
the field, I can have him expelled. He won't be able to hurt you,
you don't need to protect him. You won't get in trouble for
telling me he attacked you. In fact for cooperating with me, I'll
have your suspension erased from your permanent record,” offered
the principal.

  “He didn't attack me. You can't kick him out of school, please
sir. He didn't do anything wrong,” I protested. I was on the
verge of crying.

  “Why are you protecting him Madison? Why don't you want him
expelled?” asked the principal.

  “Because he's my boyfriend,” I whispered as I lost the battle
to keep from crying.

  I wasn't able to look at Mr. Watkins or Ms. Hooper because I
was so ashamed that I had started crying. Jonah didn't start
crying when he was in here. Everyone was right about me, I was
such a sissy. I heard Mr. Watkins get up and open the door to his
office. “You boys can go. Stay off the back part of the fields
and no kissing,” he said in a disgusted tone of voice.

  I got up quickly and fled his office. Jonah had a smug smile on
his face but it changed to an expression of concern when he saw
me. “You okay boyfriend?” he asked me. I nodded my head and he
took my hand and led me towards the door.

  “Oh and Jonah, I will be telling your mother about this,” said
Mr. Watkins as we left the main office.

  “Yes sir, you do that, sir,” said Jonah, his words were
respectful but the tone was mocking and let us all know that he
did not fear the implied threat.

  When we got outside the office he started filling me in why he
knew we wouldn't get in trouble. “My mother is a teacher at the
high school. She's know for a while now that I'm gay, so I don't
care if he tells her. Also last year Mr. Watkins tried to suspend
me over some lame bullshit that he heard but couldn't prove, so
my mother filed a complaint with the school board and won an
appeal of his decision. So he knows that he can't suspend or
expel me unless he can prove I actually did something wrong
because my mom will say he is trying to retaliate against me for
her complaints to the school board. When he talked with me he was
sure he had something on me. He tried to set it up like I
attacked you for making that drawing of me, but I threw him for a
loop when I said that I liked the drawing and that we were now
boyfriends because of it. I figured you wouldn't tell him what we
really talked about in the bathroom and that you would tell the
truth about us not fighting. But I didn't expect you would also
tell him we were boyfriends,” he said.

  “Uh, well, he already knows I'm gay and you said you didn't
care if anyone knows. But it did just kind of slipped out, I
didn't mean to say it,” I said.

  “Well do you still want to be my boyfriend?” Jonah asked.

  I looked at him and lost myself in his cute eyes. I so wanted
to wrestle around with him again, only this time naked. “Yeah, I
do,” I answered.

  The bell signaling the end of lunch rang. Jonah gave me a
serious look, “Okay, we need to get back to class, but if we are
going to be boyfriends, we need to trust each other, so you need
to tell me whose dick it was you sucked. I will give you until
Monday to decide,” he said. Then he leaned in and gave me a quick
kiss on the lips.

   Fuck. What was I going to do? I wanted Jonah to be my
boyfriend but I couldn't tell him about my family could I?