Hello, JUB! I'd like to present to you, a story that I have been working on in The Sims 2 for quite a while now. I definitley feel like writing stories is a catharsis for someone who is dealing with hormones and sex fantasies. But Caleb is going to be more than just a sex story. It's going to be a story about self-discovery, self-doubt, and of course erotica and romance. Today, I'm going to post the prolouge and the first chapter to Caleb! I hope you enjoy the story! Stay tuned for more!
I remember...I came out of the closet on a Thursday.
It was June 2nd, 2005. I was 18 years old and had graduated high school just a week earlier. I was what you could consider rather popular in high school even though I was still a virgin. I had plenty of girlfriends though, but everyone seemed to accept my choice (or my excuse, rather) to "save it until after high school". The exit from High School is a transitional state, from adolecence to young adulthood. And it's a chance to explore yourself and discover who you really are. That's why I decided to make the drastic choice to face my father and tell him that I am a homosexual.
Before I said anything to my Dad, I first needed to do something that I had gotten into the habit of doing througout my entire adolecence. Deleting my browsing history that mostly consisted of gay triple-X sites and Google searches of things like "hot men" , "muscle worship", "men in jockstraps", "men in speedos" and the whole nine yards. I wanted to come out of the closet, not fall out of the closet. (A.K.A my parents or my sister finding gay porn on my computer.)
I found Dad working on his Jaguar in the family garage. Under normal circumstances when I wanted to tell Dad something, I would wait for a more "intimate" moment. But this was something that needed to be said right here and now. I had to stop lying to myself and to my family. I did not know my father's opinion on homosexuals. All I knew was that he believed that discrimination against all kinds is wrong and that he had voted for John Kerry the year before and was dissapointed when Bush became president. So I decided "screw it" and began to say it.
Alan: Yes, Son?
I didn't know how exactly to say "Dad, I'm gay" besides the obvious so I just tried to go with the flow of the conversation and eventually tell him the truth.
Chad: Dad....this may seem totally out of nowhere and strange to you, but I feel like I have been bottling up these emotions inside of me for several years now and I think now is the time to finally say something.
Alan: Chad.....I'm your father...you know you can say anything to me! Now, what happened? Did you have a bad day?
Chad: No dad, nothing happened......Dad, I don't know how else I am going to tell you this....I'm gay.
He was taken slightly aback. I knew right from the start that he didn't expect his son to be gay. I didn't know what he was thinking or how he was going to react so there is definetly a good reason to be freaked out. But then he decided to speak up.
Alan: Chad....I gotta admit, it takes some serious balls to come out of the closet to your father.....
Alan: And right now, I could not be more proud of you!
Chad: Thanks Dad!
I instantaneously felt a giant, two-ton weight fly off my chest. It was finally over. The lies, the deceit, and the fake straight act. My father, whom I was most concerned about, accepts me for who I am. I can finally live my true life...what I really want to be, without being obligated to lie about my sexual orientation.
I came out when I was fresh out of high school. Now, I am 25 years old, two years out of college. I currently live with possibly the best friend I ever had, my sister Terri. She was always there for me no matter what. Even though she is my younger sister by two years, I had always viewed her as a second mom. In high school when I started hanging out with the wrong crowd of people, the clique that partied hard, drank underage, smoked weed and got into trouble with the law, Terri was the one that told me "Why do you hang out with those kids? You're not like them, You're a good kid, Chad. Please don't do what they do." God bless her.
I arrived home at around 3:00 in the afternoon, rather early for me. I had no clients for the afternoon so my boss decided to let me have the rest of the day off. To sum up my job in a few words. I am an interviewer for my local newspaper. Because I am a very social person, I found this line of work to be perfect for me. I basically am supposed to interview various public servants and town heroes. From volunteer first-responder firefighters to state senators. Name any one of them from the town where I live, and I probably have met them.
The first thing that came into my mind as I walked into me and Terri's house is...
Chad: Oh good GOD....We REALLY need to redecorate this place.
I was then greeted by the Godess herself, my lovely sister Terri. She jumped into the room and gave me a polite kiss on the cheek.
Terri: Big Brother! Your home!
Chad: Hiya Terri! But why do you keep calling me "big brother"? we're not kids anymore!
Terri: I just like to!! Anyway, you must be exausted! you've been up since four in the morning.
Chad: Yeah....I might as well just take a shower and slip into bed right now!
And that's what I did. I slipped out of my suit and tie and took a long and luxurious shower. As the water dripped off of my body, I could also feel the stress and tension of the day go down the drain along with the water.
Before I got dressed, I caught the eye of the mirror. I found myself peering through the reflection on the other side.
Chad: Not bad...not bad at all.
I was what you could call a "meathead" in college. I used to hit the gym every waking moment of my life. I used to always have six-pack abs even when I was slender, but when I started my workout craze. My pecs became more pronouced, my biceps became huge, and girls would literally have massive fights over me, usually with a lot of hair pulling and bitch-slapping. I stopped going to the gym a long while ago, but I always watched my diet and I'm moving all over the place at my job and as a result, I kept my rock-solid build.
I put on a simple outfit of jeans, a wife-beater and a dark brown belt and I emerged from the bathroom. Suddenly I could hear the annoying sound of the telephone ringing. I knew right away that it was for me and it was probably someone either arranging an interview or cancelling one. The newspaper company I work for is too cheap to use E-Mail so they do EVERYTHING by phone and it's a pain to hear that phone constantly ringing.
Terri: CHAD!!!! CAN YOU PLEASE AWNSER THE TELEPHONE?! I'M TRYING TO PUT TOMMORROW'S DINNER IN THE CROCK POT!!!!!
It was my boss Clarice on the other side. I really like working with her, mainly because she reminds me so much of Fran Drescher in The Nanny.
Clarice: Hey there, sugar!
Chad: Hello Clarice, anything new?
Clarice: Actually I'm calling you to let you know that you have an interview on Friday, sweetie! We've been asked by the Maple Ridge Police Department for someone to interview that detective that put that terrible rapist behind bars! What was his name again......where is that file......hold on a minute, chocolate cake........There it is! His name is Patrick Caleb and the interview is at 1PM! Ok? Bye, sweetie pie!
Terri: Who was that, big brother?
Chad: It was just work...I have an interview with some cop who caught a serial rapist on Friday.
Terri: If he really caught a rapist than he's a hero! I'm sure the interview will go great!
Soon enough, It began to get really late. I slipped out of my clothes and realized that I forgot to wash my PJs. I had no choice but to slip into a green wife-beater and a pair of matching bikini briefs that I've been saving for a special someone I was hoping would come into my life soon. I always dreamed of having a boyfriend that was older and more muscular than me that would love me, protect me and always be there for me....but I was tired and in no mood to get myself hot and bothered. I needed to go to sleep....
Chad: Tommorrow's another day....