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The following story is fiction. If you are offended by this type of material
exit now, do not continue. If you are under the age of eighteen, exit now and
do not read any further.


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Dorm Encounters XXIII: Taking Jason Home!@END_FILE_ID.DIZ


     We returned from Mexico much as we had left, but with one
major difference.  We were in love; true love.  Never in a
million years had I thought that I would find a man who made me
so incredibly happy all of the time, but Jason had edged his way
into my life quite suddenly and filled those shoes completely.

     I decided that this was the opportune time to take him home
to meet the folks.  We sat up for several late nights discussing
this as Jason was quite contrary to the idea at first.  He knew
that I had not officially come out to my parents, and he had
listened to me talk about the for long enough to know that they
were not exactly going to love the idea easily.  But the
incredible support we gave each other won out, and we made the
decision to head to Atlanta the following weekend.

     With the discussions over, I called home and asked if we
could come and visit.  While my mother seemed reticent to
entertain a friend of mine, she agreed as long as we would only
mess up one bedroom.  Naturally, that was not a problem, if only
she knew.  Jason and I laughed hard and long about it.

     Friday afternoon never wanted to come.  The week dragged
into infinity until my last class Friday finally let out.  Jason
and I met in my room and shared a few deep intimite moments
before packing the car and heading out.

     On the way to Atlanta, I gave him the standard briefing I
give all my friends that I take home to meet my parents.  "Here's
some things you need to know, Jason.  Just so you won't be
surprised.  My parents are mega millionaires, and act like it.
The house was recently appraised at $32 million, we have
servants, and there are a lot of things you can't do in their
house.  You can't smoke, you can't curse, you can't sit on any
furniture that has ropes on it, you can't walk on any of the
rugs, and you can't wander around the house unattended.  These
are the cardinal sins of the Whitaker Estate."

     Jason sat and listened to all I had to say and smirked as I
continued the "can't" list for some time.  He seemed amused
rather than worried (like most of my friends receiving this
briefing) and that affirmed my realization that this was the man
for me.

     We arrived at home, passed by the security guard, and parked
the car.  Jason and I primped for a moment and went to the front
door.  After ringing the bell, the Butler led us inside to the
room my mother calls "The Great Room," a room that is so
incredibly huge you can't help but be intimidated.  I watched in
amusement as Jason glanced around the room, drinking in all the
incredibly expensive things carefully and artfully perched here
and there.  Jason is a book fanatic and the wall to wall, ceiling
to floor bookshelves that covered two of the walls, complete with
the rolling ladder on the brass rail amazed him.

     I motioned to him the furniture with the ropes, and pushed
him into a chair that was safe to sit in.  We waited for several
minutes for my parents to make their entrance, during which the
Maid took our drink orders and brought us each a glass of
Chardonay.

     Finally, (and you could almost hear the trumpet flourish in
the background), my parents made their grand entrance.  My mother
and I hugged briefly, I shook my father's hand, and then I
introduced Jason.  "Mom and Dad, may I present Jason Lastname
[:)], a fellow Resident Assistant and good friend?"

     Mom and Dad ordered wine and the four of us sat down for the
traditional grilling.  Mom and Dad asked the basics first, like
where are you from, what do your parents do for a living, what
religion are you, etc.  Naturally, I had coached him a little,
and he gave all the right answers without straying from the
truth.  See, there's a way to talk to my parents that works, and
a way that doesn't work.  You get the idea.

     After an interesting discussion during which Jason and I
compared our experiences as Resident Assistants in different
kinds of dorms, we went in to dinner.  We were joined there by my
brother and sister.  Dinner progressed as any fine dining
experience might, with servants passing in and out refilling
glasses and plates, and the usual marvelously sintilating
conversation passing back and forth across the table.  Jason had
the opportunity to speak more with my mother and father, and I
could tell that my sister found him unbelievably cute as she
began kicking me under the table.

     Sis of course knew about my sexual orientation, and her
playful kicks were to say, if nothing else, that she approved and
that she was quite jealous.  I kicked her back to indicate that I
understood.

     Finally, dessert had been cleared and coffee and brandy were
being served in the Salon.  (I've always thought I had to get a
haircut in that room!)  This is the time where most serious
discussions in our house occured, and after some incredibly dull
banter, I cleared my throat loudly, indicating that I had
something to say.  Jason was sitting next to my sister on a small
sofa and I went to him.  My sister with her incredible intuitive
sense, got up and moved to another seat.  I sat down next to
Jason and patted his knee.  I noticed that he was shaking and I
looked at him and smiled.  His expression told me that all was
OK, and I began to speak.

     "This is a rather big piece of news that I am about to give
you all, and I am glad that you are all here together so I only
have to go through this once," I began.  In a clear, firm, and
steady voice I continued.  "I have thought about what I am about
to say for several long years, I've thought about how to say it,
when to say it, who to say it to, and what to say.  After a lot
of thought and some recent events in my life, I find this the
most opportune moment to share this news with you."

     I paused to let this sink in, and then continued.  "I've
known what I am about to tell you for a long long time.  You've
probably known it too, but were, for whatever reason, unwilling
to believe it.  I know only too well how conservative the
thinking is in this family, but I want you to open your minds as
much as you can before I tell you this."  I stopped again and
looked around at everyone in the room, ending by gazing quickly
at Jason.

     "This is the short and long of it: I am gay." I stated.

     They all looked uncomfortable for a few seconds, then
regained their composure.  The look on my father's face told me
that more explanation was warranted.

     "I have known this since I can remember, and acted on it for
the first time in eighth grade.  Since then, in every phase of my
life except here at home, I have been open and positive about my
orientation.  Before any of you speak, I want you to know that
this will never change how I feel about any of you, and I hope,
in time, you will come to think the same way.  I realize this is
a shock to you, but I know that you are all intelligent enough to
think about this before you go flying off the handle.  Finally,
and this is the end of my statement, I want you all to know that
Jason is actually a lot more than a friend to me."  I took
Jason's trembling hand in mine and squeezed it hard.  "Jason and
I are in love, the kind of love most people search all their
lives for, the kind of love that knows no bounds, the kind of
love that lasts forever.  End of statement."

     There was a long uncomfortable silence in the room, everyone
taking all this in, no one willing to open up and talk.  Finally,
as I knew it would happen, my mother got up, crossed the room,
stood in front of me and motioned for me to stand up.  We hugged
ferociously for several long seconds.  She released me and moved
in front of Jason and repeated the same motions, this time with
tears in her eyes.  She took each of our hands and said, "Andrew,
I am your mother.  I have known this for many years, and your
father and I have discussed this many times.  Though we do not
condone homosexuality in general as it is just not the norm in
our world, we love you more than anything in the world, and want
you to be happy.  If loving this wonderful man you have brought
into our home this evening is what that means, we stand behind
you one hundred percent."

     My father is a man of few words, and he stepped totally out
of character as he stood and began to speak.  "I've known for
most of your life that you were different, Andrew.  I tried to
interest you in sports, and that failed.  I made you be a Boy
Scout, and you hated it.  I made you go into the Army, and you
hated it, although I must admit you surprised all of us in your
many successes while on active duty.  In all of these endeavors,
I tried to force you to become something I didn't think you were
capable of doing: becoming a man.  I have seen, though, in the
last several years while you were in school and leading your
dorm, that you have become much more of a man than I ever thought
you would be.  And I can honestly say, no matter what sexual
orientation you are, that I am proud to call you my son, and
honored to call you a man."

     With that, he walked over and hugged me lighly and touched
Jason's head as he returned to his seat.

     The evening passed quickly with me explaining the homosexual
lifestyle to my parents, and with both Jason and myself detailing
our plans for our life together.  Many hours and several bottles
of champagne later, Jason and I headed off to bed, happy,
relieved, and at peace.

     We undressed in silence and took care of the bathroom
things.  We met back in the middle of the room in tshirts and
shorts and hugged for a long moment, ending the hug in one of the
most intense kisses of either of our lives.  As our tongues
sought and found each other in the warm confines of our joined
mouths, a knock sounded at the door.  I called out, "Come in!"
while still wrapped in Jason's arms, and my mother came in with a
smile.

     "I must admit, I've never seen two better looking young men
in my life!  You do look good together."  She reached into her
pocket and pulled something out, placing it in my hand.  I looked
down to find two condoms.  I looked up at her questioningly, and
she said, "You may needs these, and I want you to use them, got
it?" she said, smiling.

               "Got it," I said, kissing her on the cheek.  She left us and
we giggled hysterically for several wonderful moments, ending in
another wonderful kiss.

     Much later, when the condoms were used and gone, we curled
up together in the big poster bed and slept soundly.

                       THE END

Note:  I can finally admit, now that we have come to the end,
that the chapters about Jason (9,20,21,22,23) are all true, for
the most part.  Conversations have been rebuilt from my somewhat
scattered memory, but the places, descriptions and people are
representative of real things and people.

Jason and I have been together for some time now, and this will
come as a shock to all of you that I have told I was lover-less.
Sorry, but it was necessary to create the illusion.

We had the same conversation with Jason's parents who also live
in Atlanta, and now our parents have become good friends despite
the incredible social level differences, etc.

I hope you have enjoyed this series as much as I have.  Jason is
sitting over my shoulder at this very moment as I write, and I
know that incredible sex will follow my mailing of this to all of
you.  I only hope that you experience some of the same love that
I have both in your relationships and in coming out to your
parents if you haven't or whatever.  This life we live is not
easy, but if we all stick together, we shall overcome!

Andrew Whitaker
The Horny RA


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