Well, today's surprises were not even close to over because the moment Austin pulled upfront at his house, he spotted his father's car next to another car that he couldn't recognize.
Nothing good could come out of his father being home so early.
His palms began to sweat because this spelt disaster! He felt his life force slipping out of him with every new surprise today. What was waiting for him behind that door?
He didn't even bother parking in the garage. He just parked his car by the curb and retrieved his backpack, making his way towards the house.
His hands were now clammy with how nervous he was. He wanted to get back in his car and drive into the nearest large mass of water but he still pushed forward.
He gently pushed the front door open and as he entered, he could hear deep voices coming from the living room. He could recognize the first voice and assumed the second belonged to the owner of the grey BMW that was outside.
Austin tiptoed, trying to get to the stairs unnoticed. His plan would have worked if it hadn't been for the potted fern that was at the foot of the stairs which he had kicked by mistake, making him yelp in pain as he gripped his toes.
"Son, you're home!" he heard his father say. He froze on the spot, still holding one leg up." There's someone here to see you." Mr.McNamara bellowed some more.
Austin let go of his leg and turned to see who his father was talking about. On the love seat was seated a short, plump man whose skin looked like it needed less sun, judging from how red and sun beaten it looked. Or maybe that was just his natural look.
On his nose sat a pair of thick, grotesque glasses that looked like he was wearing them to make a point, not that he actually needed them.
He stood up when Austin saw him. "Hello!" The shorter man greeted.
"Uh-huh ." Is all Austin said back, still inspecting the man from head to toe, trying to figure out what his deal was.
"Austin, meet Mr. Gary O'Toole."
He's a tool alright. Austin thought to himself, but voiced out, "How are you?" He didn't actually care how the man was.
"I'm fine, thank you." Austin could spot a fading Irish accent that had probably been dissolved from staying away from Ireland for long.
"Sit down boy!" His father commanded.
Austin went and sank into the furthest end of the couch away from his father.
"Austin, your father invited me here today because he thinks I can help you," shorty said, breaking the silence.
Austin turned to his father, a frown on his face, then back to Mr. O'Toole, "Help me with what?"
"He's going to cure this delusion that you have acquired." his father answered first.
"What are you talking about?!" Now he was really confused.
"Being gay is not exactly normal now, don't you think?" O'Toole said.
Austin turned his head slowly to the man, "Come again?" He had to be hearing this wrong.
"Son, this is a phase you're going through. It's a crisis that needs to be dealt with before it completely manifests itself in you."
"You make it sound like I have cancer." Austin said simply, not in the mood to raise his voice. Austin could be a total wimp in the presence of his father a lot of the time but he had his brave moments.
He wouldn't be blurting out these statements in a regular setting.
"We-we're not judging you, we just want to help." O'Toole said from where he was seated.
"I'm not gay-"
"Denial is the first stage."
"You don't understand." He looked at his father, "Dad, yesterday was just a prank. I was dared to tell you I was gay by my friends."
"Now you're bargaining."
"Hey, O'Toole. You need to shut your trap!" Austin was loosing his cool with no regards to who was in the room.
O'Toole looked a little terrified, seeing as Austin has a good few inches on him and there was the thing Austin did with his hair when he was angry. He flipped it in a way that said he meant all business. There was no messing with that.
"You need to respect the doctor, boy!"
"Sorry."
"And stop lying! Now, Mr.O'Toole is going to treat and cure you and that's it!"
"Dad, I'm not lying," Austin said, standing up from his seated position. "I'm not really gay!"
"Austin, do you have a girlfriend ?" Mr. O'Toole asked.
"Not anymore." Austin answered, only noticing for the first time that Gary had a small notebook in his hand that he'd been jotting down on. "What are you writing?" he asked.
"That's none of your business, boy! Sit down!" His father barked, sounding irritated by Austin's behavior.
"So Austin, tell me, when did you end your relationship?"
"Ummmnn..twenty minutes ago, why?" Austin asked again but O'Toole ignored him and wrote down something that Austin couldn't make out.
"Mr. McNamara, he does not seem to be in too deep. I'm sure I can handle this and give him the help that he requires. I just need a few sessions with him and he'll be alright in no time." Mr. O'Toole said, pocketing his tiny notebook.
"Stop talking about me like I'm not here."
"Boy, you need to start accepting the fact that I'm trying to help you. And appreciate the sacrifice we are making."
"What sacrifice?" Austin asked with a scowl on his face. "And who's we?"
"What do you mean! Mr. O'Toole and I are trying to help you! Don't be ungrateful!"
"No offense, dad, but he's only doing this because you're paying him."
"He's doing it free of charge. He, too, believes that this homosexuality nonsense is a nuisance and he's trying to do his part to eradicate it."
"Eradicate?"
"Yes, son." O'Toole replied.
"I am not your son!" Austin warned.
"That's enough!" his father said with his usual commanding tone.
"You people have a problem," Austin said, with a disgusted look on his face. He couldn't believe people like these still existed. He didn't see gay people as people who needed help. They were just normal people, albeit annoying in the case of Noah.
In his opinion, they deserve love and respect just as much as any heterosexual person.
Being gay was not the reason why he disliked Noah, it's just the fact that the guy was mind-numbingly annoying. And every time he opened his mouth, Austin just wanted to shove a sock in there just to muffle the sounds that left his throat.
But there was this little problem where Austin felt like he could watch Noah simply smile for hours on end. There was just something supernaturally captivating about how he occasionally bit his lower lip every time he smiled at Austin.
Even though Noah's sexual innuendos made Austin wanna crawl in a hole and die just to get away from him, he also couldn't help fantasizing about them every now and then. He couldn't believe he had met the guy just this morning. It just seemed so surreal!
"It's ok to get defensive." Mr. O'Toole justified.
"Zip it!" Austin was loosing his patience with him.
"Hey! To your room, this instant!" his father screamed angrily.
Austin didn't need to be told twice. He collected his belongings and ran up the stairs, taking two at a time and bolted into his room. He needed to talk to Nicky, now!
He fished for his phone and speed dialed his sister. She picked on the fourth ring.
"Missed me already?"
"Bitch, please." He snorted.
"What's up!"
"You're never gonna believe what just happened at home."
"Mom started breeding pigs in our backyard?" She asked sarcastically.
"I wish!"
"Uh-oh, what happened?"
"Dad brought home a therapist."
"Are we cooking him for dinner?"
"Can you be serious for just a second ! "
"Sorry, but, why would he do that?!"
"He wants him to cure my 'gayness'! "
At first, it started like a light chuckle but then she bust into full out laughter. This went on for so long that Austin thought she had forgotten she was on the phone with him. He was about to hang up when she started talking.
"No way!" Was the first thing she could say.
"Way."
"What the fuck is that even supposed to mean!?. Is he like supposed to perform a ritual of some sort and give you a magical charm to ward off the gay spirits ?"
"How the fuck am I supposed to know. To make matters worse, the guy talks like a leprechaun that lost his pot of gold."
"Did you tell him it was just a joke?"
"I tried..they said its denial, the first stage towards acceptance and eventually healing. And all that crap."
"Ok, I'll be home in about thirty minutes. We'll talk more when I get home."
"Ok, come quick before they kidnap me and send me to gay camp. I don't think they're above that!"
"Stay strong bro."
"Alright, bye."
"See ya!" and with that, she hung up.
He had very little homework today, which took him about fifteen minutes to complete. After he was done and everything was in order, he picked up a towel from his closet and headed to the shower.
As he stood beneath the warm water, he felt as if it was washing away all his troubles so that he could finally relax. He closed his eyes and his mind wandered off to fantasy land.
**naughty bit** Austin's fantasy.
Noah was there, standing right in front of him, the water running through his shorter hair, some getting trapped in his magnificent lashes while the rest cascaded down his luscious chest.
He had his hands gently on Austin's face and his face was moving closer, his eyes fixed on Austin's wet lips. It happened so fast and suddenly their lips were meshed together sloppily as they tried to find a rhythm, which they found in a matter of seconds. Noah bit Austin's lower lip playfully and he didn't need to ask for entrance because Austin willfully let him in.
Noah dipped his tongue into Austin's mouth, letting their tongues play as Noah explored the deepest recesses, making Austin moan in delight at the heavenly way in which Noah pleasured him.
Both their members were already on full alert as they rubbed against each other, sending both boys into a state of bliss as they pressed further against each other in a quest to get more from each other. Noah had one hand running through Austin's hair while the other worked its way down his back and settled against his sexy bum.
Austin had both his arms around Noah's neck while his right leg lifted up to wrap around Noah. The way Noah had his hand in his hair had him moaning uncontrollably.
Noah pushed Austin up against the wall and ran his hands over the boy's chest. He started kissing Austin's neck, instantly finding his soft spot and nibbling on it for extra effect. He started trailing kisses down the boy's chest to his stomach and the way Austin was moaning had Noah harder than he ever thought was possible.
He needed to take him now but he knew Austin enjoyed the foreplay and that's all that mattered for now. Noah was about to take him into his mouth when the water went cold, bringing Austin back from his daydream.
He was now hard,and he was panting hard.Had he been touching himself? His cheeks started heating up the moment he realized what he had just done. No fucking way!
He turned off the water, reached for the towel and left the bathroom as fast as he could, feeling absolutely mortified.
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