Basket Case, chapter 2
I woke up at around seven. I heard music being played loudly as I looked over to Claudia's side of the bed, she was alseep with the duvet around her. I silently put on some boxers and went past Frankito's room. The music was loud enough in there but I heard something drop downstairs in the kitchen. So, I went down and kept quite.
I stood there watching what Frankito was doing. He was making some toast by the looks of things, or at least attempting to make it. I laughed at his face as he droppped an egg on the floor.
"Thanks kiddo, making your old dad breakfast in bed," I said, seeing the look on his face, which meant go back to bed, it's not for you.
"Woah wait a second there old man, this is my breakfast not yours," Frankito said, pouring some orange juice into a glass which was sitting on the worktop.
"Well that's nice," I said, folding my arms over my chest, noticing the live bites on my neck and chest.
"Dad last night was gross for me okay, stop it, geez." I had to laugh, he was playing the 'eww you're too old card' again for the second time this month.
"Nothing wrong with that, me and your mom are just making love."
"DAD! I don't want to talk about your sex life, too bad for me I hear it."
I laughed again and saw his face go pale, he really didn't like this me and his mom back together but we were starting a fresh.
"Then don't listen," I said, walking to the back door. The key was still in it so I could sneak out the back for a quick draw before Claudia came down.
I leaned against the door with it pressed in between my lips, letting the smoke circulate my lungs. It felt good to smoke again, but Claudia has me well warned that smoking harmed the sperm so I had to have one when she was away.
I was out here for about twenty minutes as the back door opend and I had to quicky stand on the end of it, it started burning my foot as Claudia came out standing next to me.
"Hey," she said, nipping my ass as I grinned, she knew that I was up for a second round.
"Hey," I whispered, kissing her head as she wrapped her arm around my waist. I felt weird all of a sudden. I heard someone talking to me like last night, I couldn't make out what the words were saying.
"Want to go back upstairs?" I nodded as I took her hands. Frankito was in his room so it was safe enough, he always had the music blaring.
I pushed Claudia against the wall and kissed her, suddenly her legs were around me and I was pushed into the bedroom.
An hour later.
I got up out of bed and went to the main bathroom next to Frankito's room, he opened the door and pulled me inside.
"What's wrong?" I asked as we both sat down on the edge of the bed. I was worried in case he was having those little incidents in P.E like Billie and Mike always had.
"Dad I'm really confused about something."
"About what?" I asked silently, he looked down and then at me and then at his hands again, was he really that embarassed to tell me or talk to me?
"I think I might be bisexual."
I looked at him and knew it was not a bad thing, but a lot of his friends were homophobic which probaly didn't help.
"And have you liked another guy?" I knew how hard it was because I was bisexual and found out when I was 13.
"Yeah, you know him dad, but I'm really scared."
"Who is it?" I asked. He looked at the floor, a tear dropped to the carpet.
"Joey."
I stood there watching what Frankito was doing. He was making some toast by the looks of things, or at least attempting to make it. I laughed at his face as he droppped an egg on the floor.
"Thanks kiddo, making your old dad breakfast in bed," I said, seeing the look on his face, which meant go back to bed, it's not for you.
"Woah wait a second there old man, this is my breakfast not yours," Frankito said, pouring some orange juice into a glass which was sitting on the worktop.
"Well that's nice," I said, folding my arms over my chest, noticing the live bites on my neck and chest.
"Dad last night was gross for me okay, stop it, geez." I had to laugh, he was playing the 'eww you're too old card' again for the second time this month.
"Nothing wrong with that, me and your mom are just making love."
"DAD! I don't want to talk about your sex life, too bad for me I hear it."
I laughed again and saw his face go pale, he really didn't like this me and his mom back together but we were starting a fresh.
"Then don't listen," I said, walking to the back door. The key was still in it so I could sneak out the back for a quick draw before Claudia came down.
I leaned against the door with it pressed in between my lips, letting the smoke circulate my lungs. It felt good to smoke again, but Claudia has me well warned that smoking harmed the sperm so I had to have one when she was away.
I was out here for about twenty minutes as the back door opend and I had to quicky stand on the end of it, it started burning my foot as Claudia came out standing next to me.
"Hey," she said, nipping my ass as I grinned, she knew that I was up for a second round.
"Hey," I whispered, kissing her head as she wrapped her arm around my waist. I felt weird all of a sudden. I heard someone talking to me like last night, I couldn't make out what the words were saying.
"Want to go back upstairs?" I nodded as I took her hands. Frankito was in his room so it was safe enough, he always had the music blaring.
I pushed Claudia against the wall and kissed her, suddenly her legs were around me and I was pushed into the bedroom.
An hour later.
I got up out of bed and went to the main bathroom next to Frankito's room, he opened the door and pulled me inside.
"What's wrong?" I asked as we both sat down on the edge of the bed. I was worried in case he was having those little incidents in P.E like Billie and Mike always had.
"Dad I'm really confused about something."
"About what?" I asked silently, he looked down and then at me and then at his hands again, was he really that embarassed to tell me or talk to me?
"I think I might be bisexual."
I looked at him and knew it was not a bad thing, but a lot of his friends were homophobic which probaly didn't help.
"And have you liked another guy?" I knew how hard it was because I was bisexual and found out when I was 13.
"Yeah, you know him dad, but I'm really scared."
"Who is it?" I asked. He looked at the floor, a tear dropped to the carpet.
"Joey."
Previous | Page 2/2