Adrian

I'm Adrian Julian Davenport, you can just call me Rian. Anyway, I'm 18, I'm a male, I'm 6'2 tall, I'm 195 lbs., I have raven black hair, I have hazel eyes, I have a 12-inch cock, and I'm gay, oh and the most embarrassing thing about me, well I'm a virgin. Yeah, yeah go ahead and laugh, everyone does. I got bullied in high school, because of my sexuality, I heard it all: Fairy, Queer, Homo, Faggot, Cock Sucker, Cum Dump, and the most hateful was Weirdo Faggot Freak. I cried for weeks and I was glad to have the support of my family when I came out.

As I put the last of my stuff away, my mom asks "So, are you finally going to have sex?" She was never one for subtlety.

Then my dad chimes in "Make sure you play it safe, always use a condom." and he never had a filter.

"OH. MY. GOD. Please can we not talk about this, seriously? I'm glad you're okay with this, but please can we just not have this-" I point my finger to them and me, "TALK." I was so hoping they'd get the hint, but I was never lucky on that front.

"We never said we were ok, we just said we needed time." my dad finally said and I was heartbroken, my parent's whom I was told would love me no matter what, need time to see if they wanted me to be their son.

"Wow, so why are you even here if you need time." I said, "AM I EVEN YOUR SON, HUH, DO YOU WISH YOU HAD PUT ME UP FOR ADOPTION?" I yell making them flinch and I couldn't contain my tears. I slide down the wall I was leaning against, broken, confused, worthless.

"HAROLD, YOU APOLOGIZE TO HIM RIGHT NOW OR SO HELP ME YOU WILL WALK BACK AND IT WILL BE A LONG TIME BEFORE I FORGIVE YOU IF YOU DO NOT." my mother, always protecting me.

"Son, I didn't-" he started, but I cut him off. "Don't do me any favors. I should have listened when I was told to just end it and never come-" I was cut off by my mom this time. "Adrian Julian Davenport, don't you even finish that sentence." she said using my full name, OOF, she was pissed that I would go there."Ok, Ok, but I just want to be happy, knowing you and dad support me, that you both accept me for who I am, I can't be fake, that was a so depressing time in my life and I refuse to go back." I tell them, hoping they understand and for once they do.

"Ok, we do, but I worry. I worry every day that someone is going to take advantage of you and I can't bear that thought." my dad chokes back a sob.

I get up from where I'm at on the floor and I run and hug his neck and he hugs me back, places a kiss on my forehead and I whisper "You don't have to worry, you raised me and that should be enough..." I then added jokingly, "But sometimes I feel like I raised you."

He laughs and mom then hugs me and they are gone. I was left in the dorm that would be my home for the next 4 years and I was also awaiting the arrival of my dorm-mate, I just hoped he wasn't homophobic.