The Gus Diaries

Part 7

The Visit

The past couple of weeks have been terrific. Dad and MJ have been really cool about Jeff and me. They don’t ask too many questions and Jeff seems really happy to have me around. My grades are all up there and I’m about to get my first article printed in the St. James Journal. It’s a follow-up on the basketball tournament from the point of view of the first freshman to ever get to go. I think I’ll keep some of the details of the weekend to myself – our paper is rated G.

Everything was really going my way until I came home from school. Jeff was invited to dinner so he drove me home.

“Hey MJ, we’re here.” I yelled into the air. I was pretty sure that MJ would be home. While they gave Jeff and me plenty of privacy they never truly left us on our own at the house. I guess those are some of the rules parents live by.

Dad once said, “If we give you privacy here you don’t have to resort to back alleys.” That image is sooooo gross. Who would ever fuck in a back alley?!?

“In here,” MJ yelled from the kitchen. I love that my dads are relaxed enough that we eat in the kitchen. My moms always tried to make sure we ate dinner in the dining room and it always felt like I couldn’t be myself and unwind. A kid’s day can pretty stressful.

“Something smells great, who’s the cook in your family?” Jeff asked. He’d never stayed for a meal that wasn’t ordered by phone. I was getting the idea that he liked coming to my house because he really could be himself. His parents were cool with him being gay (or so they said) as long as they didn’t have to watch him get affectionate. I guess straight kids’ parents don’t want to watch them get all touchy-feely either.

Although he’d never admit to being affectionate Jeff really was a touchy kind of guy. It reminded me of how Dad is with Justin. They’ll be doing all sorts of stuff and somehow Dad’s hand always ends up in MJ’s hair or behind his back. I’d never tell my Dad, but I like when Jeff just sort of touches me gently. It makes me feel special. Unfortunately Jeff’s parents glare at him when he touches me at all.

It reminds me of that old saying about the monkeys, “See no evil, speak no evil, hear no evil.” (I bet that saying is older than my Dad.) Jeff’s parents seem to accept everything about him being gay, except the fact that this means he actually will have gay relationships.

It’s nice that Jeff can feel comfortable in my home and in front of my dads. Makes me feel proud of who I am and my family. Who knew I’d ever feel that way?

Anyway, back to the kitchen…

“Justin usually cooks because he likes to eat home cooking every once in a while and actually enjoys trying new recipes. He once told me that he exchanges recipes with my Uncle Ben and then tries to make them edible.”

“Huh,” Jeff looked at me like I had two heads.

Then I added, “Uncle Ben is really into health food and vegetarian cooking. He’s not very good but his ideas are. Justin takes the ideas, makes them taste good and then sometimes invites my Uncles Ben, and his husband, Michael, over and serves them the meals. Dad gets a real kick out of it because Ben always leaves asking MJ for the recipe.”

“Gotcha. Your dads really are cool,” was all Jeff responded. He’s not particularly chatty, but it’s one of the things I like about him. I sometimes think he reminds me of someone, but I just can’t put my finger on who it is. Oh well.

After we dumped our backpacks and computer cases in the front hall we headed into the kitchen. I was surprised to see both my dads there. MJ was cooking and dad was sitting at the table reading some client folder. As soon as we walked in dad put down his folder and looked at me and I knew something was up…and not in a good way.

I felt really uncomfortable with Jeff around but I just had to ask, “Dad, did I do something wrong? You guys look like you just heard I flunked Algebra, English and Social Studies all at once.” That would be a tragedy because I’d be kicked off the basketball team and out of St. James.

“Hey, Sonny Boy, you didn’t do anything wrong. Do you have a guilty conscience? Anything you need to share?” He smirked and just gazed at Jeff and me interchangeably. Jeff actually had the nerve to snort at that.

“So what’s up? You’re home really early and I’m not stupid. Something’s not right.”

Then Jeff whispered in my ear, “Cool it, their older guys, maybe your dad’s just having back pain or something.”

I swallowed a laugh and elbowed Jeff in the ribs for that one. He just laughed and put his arm across my shoulders. Yep, definitely my kind of guy.

After I caught Dad’s glare and MJ’s chuckle, that he tried to pretend was a cough, Dad continued, “We got a call today from your Moms.” Somehow I knew this wasn’t good news but I’m getting smarter, I waited before I started to panic.

“They want to come for a visit,” Justin continued, “Soon. It seems that the last time Jenny talked to her dad she told him that she was jealous that you had a … now let me get this quote right, ‘really hot guy and there are only losers in my school’. Yea, I think that was what she told Michael.”

Now it was Dad’s turn to totally bury me, “They called at Kinnetik and wanted to know why I was keeping such an important piece of information about their son from them. AND why didn’t I encourage you to tell them you were dating, a guy.”

Then cool me morphed into Drama Princess Gus (although now that I think back I’m getting closer to drama queen every day). “What the fuck business is it of theirs who I date? I don’t live under their fucking female roof anymore and I don’t have to share every fucking thing about my personal life.”

“Whoa, Gus, you sound like you need a valium or an hour with Coach running track. What’s the big deal? I thought all your parents were cool with you being gay, bi or whateverthefuck you end up. Are your moms closet bigots or something?” I really do like Jeff. He’s not afraid to say what he thinks and he never seems insecure.

Then while my dads watched the floor show, I told Jeff in as few words as possible why I thought my moms were relationship poison. Dad just sat back, crossed one leg over the other and crossed his arms. I think he stuck his tongue in his cheek to keep from laughing at me. MJ just tried to continue looking busy stirring a pot of some sauce that was probably done but it gave him something to do while he sucked his cheeks in to keep from smirking.

“Every time my moms get near two people that are happy they do something to fuck it up. They’ve done it to themselves more than once and they’ve even done it to my dads.

“Everyone has always been careful to keep their mouths shut about adult stuff that happened when I was a kid,” I continued explaining, “But first of all I was almost 5 when we moved to Canada and Uncle Ted and Uncle Emmett can’t keep their mouths shut for shit when asked the right questions. My moms always say or do something to fuck up relationships.”

“Hmmm, sounds like fun. I always love a challenge,” was all that Jeff said. “Hey what’s for dinner, smells great.”

Dad laughed out loud and just said, “I like this kid, he reminds of someone, although I can’t for the life of me think who it is.”

MJ snorted at that, “We’re having a whole wheat pasta dish with turkey sausage and pesto sauce. I got the recipe from Ben.”

Jeff and I both laughed at that and sat down at the table.

 

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After dinner Jeff and I had some quiet time to study in my room. Well, we didn’t just study. We kissed a bit, and well, we took turns giving each other blow jobs. I’m getting pretty good. My gag reflex is almost gone. Jeff thinks I’m a natural and he’s, well, amazing.

When Jeff left I joined MJ in the den.

“Why are they really coming here so soon?” I couldn’t help but ask.

“I think they probably miss you and they know you have a 3-day weekend coming up next week. Just cause they moved to Canada doesn’t mean they forgot all the American holidays.” MJ answered…almost as if it were rehearsed.

“Something tells me it’s more than that. You’d be straight with me if they were mad or upset or even worse wanted to take me back.” I know I sounded desperate but hell, this is my life we’re talking about.

“Gus, I’m going to be honest with you. Your moms know that you started dating and they’re worried about, well, some of the outside influences in your life. They just want to make sure you’re okay and are comfortable with your choices.” MJ responded rather quietly.

“Holy shit, they think I’m going to turn into what Dad was rumored to be like when he was younger. That’s it! They want to make sure that he’s not converting me…not only into being gay – maybe – but into some sort of town slut. What the fuck is wrong with them. I’ve heard ALL the stories. I even know how you both met, but don’t they trust me?” I may have actually gotten a bit cranky at this point so I just shut up and crossed my arms. If I’d stamped my foot too, it would have made a great impression of Jenny.

“That may just be it. I’m not sure. One thing I am sure about is that your Dad and I think you’re a smart kid AND that you can tell what you’re most comfortable doing and aren’t afraid to say so. We do trust you and we hope that after a little visit from the women in your life they’ll trust all of us as well.

“Oh, and one more thing…I love you and your Dad more than anything in the world. He’s covering well, but Brian’s really stressed about this visit, because now that you’re here he couldn’t bear to see you leave; for that matter neither could I,” MJ continued softly. “I’m worried about him and he really doesn’t want to talk about this at all so let’s just respect that and not bug him about the impending invasion from Canada.”

“Okay,” was all I could quietly say. I sort of felt that we needed to be armed and prepared for attack but I kept that to myself. Then I went over to MJ and hugged him really tight. I don’t know why I had to say this but it just popped out of my mouth, “I’m glad you’re My Justin. I never want to share you with any other kid.” Then I ran out of the room.

When I headed for my bedroom and some real study time I saw Dad sitting in his bedroom on the window seat that looked over the grounds of their estate. I didn’t want Dad to be so nervous about all this. My moms were obviously being assholes and I wish I could just tell them that but I’m still trying to make sure I can stay with my dads so I don’t want to get them angry.

I just went over to him and said, “Goodnight Dad, I’m off to finish my homework and then hit the sack.” I put my hand on his shoulder and gave it a quick squeeze. Then as I left the room I added, “Oh, and Dad, I’ve never been happier in my entire life.”

Just then Justin walked into the room, nodded to me as I left and asked me to close the door on my way out. As I did I glanced back and saw Justin gently touch my Dad’s cheek and rub his thumb softly near his eye. He leaned in and just above a whisper said, “I’ve never been happier in my entire life, either.” Then as they started to kiss…I mean really kiss, I finished silently closing the door.

How could anyone think I could get the wrong message about the value of a good, strong relationship from those two. They wrote the book on relationships.
 

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