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Chapter 7

"The Talk"

The only real place I could go was home. I had nowhere to go. I was afraid to go to anyone's house and I didn't really want to go anywhere except for Matt's house. Yet I doubt I'd be allowed in Matt's house. And for some reason, I'm pretty sure my house was the safest place. Even though I had no idea what my father actually thought of me, home was the best place. I know my dad was shocked. I'd be shocked if I walked in on my son, completely naked, his come everywhere, and one of his best friends having his cock up my son's ass.

So I decided to go home. I was hesitant beyond belief, but I eventually had to go home. There was nowhere else to go, so I just had to go home. I had to face my father eventually, so why not now? I went home as slow as possible, weighing all of the outcomes possible in what was going to happen tonight. I knew my dad was going to talk about it, but what would he say? Would he still love me? Would he hate me? Would he kick me out? Was he so shocked that he just blocked it out of his mind? So many different possibilities flooded my mind.

But eventually, I got home. Time passed and I wasn't stuck in that moment before it could get any worse. Before any consequences could actually sink in. At that moment I was safe.

When I entered the house, I was immediately confronted by my dad. I'm pretty sure he was waiting for me at the home so we could talk. "Troy," he said hesitantly as well, but still quite firmly.

"Uh, hi," I said, trying to run away as fast as possible, but knowing I couldn't. My heart was racing. My body sweat as I nearly fainted from the pressure of the conversation bound to happen. I felt tired and jolted at the same time as my stomach punched itself. I was about to fall over from all this confusion, disgrace, paranoia, and fear.

"We need to talk," he said.

"I...I know," I stuttered, horribly afraid.

"Sit down over here," he said, motioning over to the couch. I did as I was told, seeing as it was my father. "I'd like to talk about what I saw." He said it so bluntly, as if there was practically nothing going on between those numb looking eyes. He was not giving anything away, and I was freaking out.

"Yes?" I had no idea how to respond, and this was a natural response, coming out of my mouth before I could stop it.

"Before we start this talk, I'd like to say that yes, I still do love you." I could feel a tiny weight come off my shoulders, yet I was still held down by so much stress.

"OK."

"What happened, well, we can get through this." I was afraid what he meant by this. Oh God, was he going to send me to one of those anti-gay bible camps or something? "That sounds weird. I don't really know how to word this. What I mean is, Troy, I still love you and respect your decisions." Did he think that this was a decision? Why would I want to be gay? Oh God, he is sending me to one!

"Of course, this wasn't really a decision of yours," he said, making me feel slightly better, "you can't help it if you like...men." He almost choked the last word out, and I could tell it was hard for him to say it. "You are still my son and you will always be my son. Being gay changes nothing. I know I found out on...shocking terms, but you are still my child and whatever happens to you, I'll always love you and I hope you know that."

"Thanks, dad."

"Who else knows?"

"Uh...you and Matt."

"Are you going to keep this a secret?"

"Uhh...yeah."

"Will it be hard for you to use the locker room?"

"Am I still on the team?"

"Of course you are. Now, do you need to change at another time other than everyone else? You know, to resist the urge of looking?"

"I think I can control myself."

"Good. And are you and Matt...dating?"

"No. It's a long story."

"Is Matt gay?"

"I'm not entirely sure."

"Well, you can come and talk to me about anything. Just know that. If you need help with anything, then just come to me." This is another turning point of my demise. It's at this tiny mistake, this horriblly small accident that could have been easily avoided if my dad had been paying attention. But no, more crap has to be thrown onto my life. For as my dad said the next thing he said, my mom had walked in to tell us that dinner was ready. Something she did practically every evening. Just pop her head in on her boys and tell them food was available. And as she popped into the room, my dad said this: "I know more than you think. I've actually had gay sex."

It was at this point, my mom dropped the mug she was drinking out of and spilled shock all over the floor.

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