Ch 2

My whole body shook with rage. My own son, gay. His sexual preference being pinpointed to those with junk. It wasn't natural, and even if I didn't go to church every Sunday or maybe felt up a random skank from the local bar every once in a while I'm still Christian, and in the bible it states gays are fucking bad.

Maybe if we lived somewhere else, somewhere other than this small obtrusive town, I wouldn't react this way. I had my questions also about my sexuality when I was younger but that got cleared up after having sex with a chick. That's it! I walked to the bedroom where Sharon lay, reading some chick story.

" Hunny! We need to hire a prostitute!" I said, proud of my epiphany.

" What? What the hell are you talking about?" she asked, a mix of horror and frustration in her expression.

" Stan. He said he's gay. We need to prove otherwise," I stated broad as day, a slight pant in my voice. No son of mine will be a filthy faggot.

" No Randy. Stan is just going through an awkward stage. It no wonder he is feeling this way since his only male role model in his house is completely mad who thinks prostitutes are okay for nine year old boys!" Sharon said crossly.

" Shaarrron," I droned on, "please!"

" NO! End of discussion mister!" she said while slamming her book on the bed side table in anger.

" Fine," I lied. I went off to find myself a prostitute. Sharon would never find out either. I rushed over to the Brofloski's house to find Gerald.

It took a couple of minutes by car and I ran to the door once I stopped the car. I barged in for dramatic effect.

Sheila shrieked in shock. Ike and Kyle were also startled. I noticed Kyle's scared timid eyes as if I was there to drag him out and kill him. I ignored his grieving look towards me and asked for Gerald.

" In...his room. Why didn't you knock?" Sheila asked, narrowing her eye. She never liked me

" Does that matter?" I smiled and ran to his room.

"You're coming with me!" I wheezed and grabbed his wrist. He was originally on the web, most likely working on his lawyer business.

"Where are we going?" he asked, no surprise in his voice at all. I come over all the time with some interesting adventure in store. Most of the time I try to not let my kids find out.

"We're off to find a prostitute for our boys," I said as we rushed out the door and into the car.

"Why?"

"Because they think they're gay. We need to show them they are being childish and that they aren't!"

"How 'bout I go back inside and finish paying my bills"

"How 'bout we go find a prostitute for our pre-gay sons!"

"Truthfully Randy, I am okay with Kyle being gay. I'm not going to try to change his mind. Of course I'd rather him be fucking some cunt over a man's ass but that's his decision." Gerald preached.

"What? Is that your inner-jew talking or what? I'm not sure if you heard me, our sons think they're gay. G.A.Y gay."

He sighed and got out of the car. "Randy, leave them alone. They're either gay or just experimenting. Let it go."

I sat there stunned. What? No, he was wrong. I will get Stan a prostitute and he will be straight. Only one place to go, Mexico.

"Kyle, my dad hates me." Tears streaming down his beautiful face as he cried out to me.

"N-no he doesn't. I mean, of course not!" I murmured, feeling plain awkward in this position. I held Stan anyway and he cried on my shoulder. Not knowing what to do next I stroked his hair, throwing his hat on the floor.

He kissed me on the cheek and it felt wet and slobbery. I wasn't sure if it was because he was crying or if it was his tongue. I kissed him back but venturing to his lips, in hopes to make him stop crying. We stayed like that for a few minutes until he brought his hand down to my stomach. It was so close to my navel that I jumped in shock.

"I-I'm sorry!" he stuttered, his face flushed with pigment.

"No, it's okay. I was just" I stopped to think of a good word to use, "surprised."

"Oh. Do you want to, you know, continue?" His face was so cute it was hard to get any word out. All these feelings were now more confusing than before we came out. While hiding my feelings it was so easy to talk to him. Now I always trip over my words and blush at awkward moments. I just wish we could be both friends and date.

"If you want," I answered, sporting a blush myself. Maybe nine is too young to do this. Sex is something to do when you're in high school, not now when we're still figuring out how to-

I moaned softly as his hand reached down and touched my member gently. He roughly pushed me onto my bed and continued to play with it. It felt so good, yet I knew it wasn't right. Not now at least. We needed to think about this more before going to this extreme.

"I changed my mind." The words were heavy in my mouth and shame stamped it's presence all over me. I felt horrible and little. Stan was in a time where he needed closure and I was too selfish to give it to him. I held his hand and took it out of my unbuttoned pants.

After I zipped them up I glanced at his face. He showed signs of hurt but was calm all the same.

"You're right, too soon," he said in a glazed voice. I tried to hug him but he turned away. Now I felt hurt. I touched his hand and he jerked it away. Maybe I should go.

"I'll just go home then. I guess," I said with disappointment.

He nodded and I walked out the door. Sharon smiled at me as I left and I waved unenthusiastically. I couldn't help but tear up. All of these feelings were foreign to me and I'm not sure I know how to control them. I shouldn't be upset because I was the one to say no. He should be more sad than I am, and well he probably is. I just don't understand why I'm upset.

Before I could straighten anything out in my head I reached home. Mom was sitting on the couch with Dad and she was rambling on to him about something. I heard Stan's name and his dad's name in there somewhere but didn't stick around to find out why. I went up to my room to lay down and vent.

My dad had just gotten home from a three day geologist meet in Denver and he had with him a strange lady. I was doing my homework which consisted of reading a book of my choice, doing twenty multiplication problems, and study for the science quiz for Monday. I was on my fifth problem in math when he barged in.

"Stan! I have fixed your problem. I have brought you a prostitute," he set forth.

"Dad, I don't want a prostitute! I'm fine with Kyle! Leave me alone so I can do my homework so I won't have to have detention again so I can go over to Kyle's house to play xbox!"

"You will listen to your father when he tells you to have sex with prostitutes! No son of mine will be gay. Now go to your room with this lady and prove to yourself that you aren't gay!"

"One, I'm already in my room. Two, prostitutes are illegal. Three, fuck you dad I'm gay."

"That's it! I'm going to Starch's pond and I'm taking the prostitute with me. You can fuck her at the lake if you want, if not I will,"

"Have fun dad,"

"Oh I will, I will," he narrowed his eyes and stormed out my door. The whore followed in her leather shorts and cropped shirt that barely fit her hooters. Kenny would be so mad if he knew I just did that. I chuckled to myself and thought of Kyle.

I may have gone to far, but I won't know unless I ask. I made up my mind to ask him tomorrow if we were still cool. We haven't really talked and it's kinda awkward now. I miss being with him.