Chapter 35 - Geno-type pt. 35

For the first time in as far back as Jake could remember, Tyler seemed genuinely embarrassed. Apparently, even the show-off, exhibitionist Tyler didn’t like his mom seeing his junk. Jake would have found the bashful look on Tyler’s face very endearing and extremely cute, if he himself was not also completely mortified. In many ways, Mrs. Simmons was as much of a mother figure to Jake as she was to Tyler.
           
Mrs. Simmons quickly got over her shock and crossed her arms in front of her. Her eyes narrowed and her voice took more commanding tone as she went into full mom mode. “Tyler, you have some serious explaining to do.”
           
Tyler raised his arm that was not propping up Sam in a calming gesture; hoping to diffuse his mom’s indignation long enough for him to formulate some sort of defense. “It’s not as bad as it looks, honestly” Tyler didn’t think it looked bad at all, but that’s really not the sort of thing he was going to be telling his mother; especially not while she was on the rant like she was now. “I just had a bit of a growth spurt is all.”
           
 Jake was glad that he was somehow avoiding being laid into by Tyler’s mother. While Jake wasn’t technically one of her kids, there had been many times over the years where Mrs. Simmons had taken them both to task over their little escapades. Tyler and Jake were both relieved when the door behind them opened again. The distraction was just what they needed right now.
           
Mark stepped into the entryway of Tyler’s house. He never knocked when he came into Tyler’s house. Then again, no one who was part of Tyler’s extended quasi-family ever did. He had been an honorary member of the family almost as long as Jake had. His eyes were immediately drawn to the two colossal mounds of cocks extending from his kid brother and his neighbor. “What in the wide, wide world of sports happened to you two?” He asked in awe. He felt a strange sense of pride in knowing that his little brother could put a Volkswagen to shame. “And who’s the mummy?” Mark said gesturing to the tightly wrapped silhouette of Sam.
           
Tyler could feel Sam tense up as the attention was drawn to him. He was technically completely covered, but he still felt naked and exposed. Add on to that the fact that he was in a strange place surrounded by people he hadn’t met before; it was just not a favorable match-up.
           
Tyler quickly seized the opportunity to pull the topic away from pair of gigantic packages. It was no small feat to try and distract people from the Colossus of Chodes that currently occupied much of the entry foyer. “This is our buddy, Sam. He had some trouble at school so we brought him here to clean up. That’s why we’re home so early.”
Tyler reached to pull back Sam’s makeshift hood, but Sam’s hand shot up to prevent him. “Hey, it’s ok. Trust me on this one.”
           
Sam’s grip slowly loosened, allowing Tyler to pull back the sheet enough to reveal his face. Sam was still very gaunt looking and had bits of dry cum splattered in his hair. Sam was trying hard to avoid eye contact with anyone. In fact, he was trying to avoid looking at anyone altogether.
           
“Oh you poor dear.” Mrs. Simmons held her arms open to welcome Sam in for an embrace. Tyler gave Sam a light shove of encouragement from behind. Sam tried to step forward, but he was too tangled in his sheets to walk effectively by himself and stumbled. The sheets began to slip; exposing his shoulder and much of his chest. Fortunately, his gigantic shaft was still kept safely under wraps. Sam quickly readjusted his rudimentary robes, but all alliteration aside, the damage had been done. Tyler’s mother had seen that Sam was lacking clothing under his mummy suit.
           
Mrs. Simmons eyes quickly turned to Tyler. “What happened to him? Where are his clothes?”
           
Tyler fidgeted under his mother’s scrutinous glare. “His clothes are in the car, but we don’t know what happened. He hasn’t spoken since we found him like this. That’s why we decided to bring him here.”
           
Mrs. Simmons pulled Sam into her arms. “You poor dear. Let’s get you cleaned up. Mark, go fetch his clothes. We can’t let your folks see Jake like this. They’ll hit the roof.” She then turned her gaze to Jake and Tyler and gave them a glare that sent chills up their spines. “And don’t think for a second that I am done with you two. We will finish this discussion later.”
              
Tyler and Jake let out a sigh in unison as they enjoyed their momentary stay of execution. Enjoy might be a little too strong of a word, but they were definitely glad to have a few more minutes before they had to explain themselves. Tyler had not even considered how his mother would react to his new gift. He definitely hadn’t expected her to freak out like she had. He thought that she should be happy for him to have been given such a blessing, but he figured that women probably just can’t understand the joys of having a huge cock.
           
In no time at all Mark was back with the soggy mass of clothing from Jake’s Jeep. “What a mess. If this is what I think it is I can’t imagine how there is so much of it.” Mark looked again at the two pairs of colossal nuts attached to the younger guys in the room. “… right.”
           
Mark set the spoogey pile on top of the small table near the front door, and turned back to speak to Jake and Tyler. “Look. I don’t know what’s up with your… well…” Mark made a few sweeping gestures towards the humongous dicks that were on display before him. “… all of this, but I think we need to hide it from the folks. They’re already on a warpath and the last thing we need is them seeing this, too.”
           
Jake looked even more tense than he already was. “Already? What have they heard?”
           
Mark exchanged a few questioning glances with Tyler. He had not realized that Jake did not already know about being accidentally outed already. “Well, the version I got is that Tyler’s mom was talking with mom and dad yesterday and let slip how proud she was that Tyler had finally come out.” Mark took a moment to choose his words carefully. “You know how mom and dad get. They flipped off the handle and they think that you and Tyler are well… together.”
           
Jake winced a bit, but responded “Well, we are together.”
           
“But you know how they are. They refuse to believe that you could be gay too. They think Tyler is a bad influence and corrupting you and all that other bullshit.” Mark let out a long, sad sigh. “Look, I know you already know this, but it’s going to be rough. Are you ready for this?”
           
Jake nodded; looking surprisingly resolute. “Let’s do this.”
           
Tyler raised a triumphant hand as he cheered on Jake “Alright! I’m coming too.” 
           
Mark gave Tyler an incredulous look, “Are you sure? You are part of the problem here.”
           
Tyler scoffed, “Hell yeah, I’m going. If they have a problem with me they can say it to my face.”
           
Mark just shrugged. “Alright then. I’ll go on ahead and give you the signal to come over. I’ll keep them occupied while you two slip in and take your seats. If we play our cards right they won’t see your… you know.”
           
Mark once again left the house; leaving Jake and Tyler alone again. Tyler could tell that Jake was very nervous and put a hand reassuringly on Jake’s shoulder. “We’ll get through this. Mark and I will be right there with you.”
           
Jake nodded in agreement, but he still looked uncertain. Tyler knew enough about Jake’s family life to know that Jake was really not looking forward to this encounter; especially now that he was more aware of what his parents knew. Jake never went against his parents wishes, and this was about as far from his parents wishes as he could get.
           
Tyler continued to try and reassure Jake as the two of them waited in relative silence. A minute later, Tyler’s mother came back down. “I sent him to take a shower in the guest bath upstairs. Poor boy looks traumatized.” She shook her head. She had calmed down quite a bit and was now more worried about Sam than she was about Jake and Tyler’s obscene bulges.
           
Mrs. Simmons could tell from the look on Jake’s face that it was already time for him to face his parents. She could see the pain and fear in Jake’s eyes. “I can’t even begin to imagine ho hard this must be for you, but whatever happens, you are welcome here. We have extra room, and we will gladly take you in if things turn for the worst. You should never feel like you have to be part of a family that doesn’t want you as you are.” She pulled Jake in for a long reassuring hug. “I will fight them for you if I have to.”
           
She didn’t mean physically fight them obviously, but Tyler’s mom was a very well connected and well respected lawyer in their city. She could easily mount a legal battle to get Jake out of an unhealthy family environment if it came down to that, but everyone hoped it never had to come to that. It would be a long and difficult fight, and for all their neuroses, Jake really did love his parents. He just wished they would accept him for who he was, and not for whom they wanted him to be.

In a few minutes, Tyler’s phone chirped to inform him that he had a new message. It was from Mark, “Come on in.” Tyler read the message and looked back to Jake. Jake’s eyes were filled with fear.
           
The pleading expression on Jake’s face seemed to ask “Is it time?” Tyler nodded and put his phone back in his pocket. Tyler’s mother solemnly nodded for them to go, and the two boys silently walked out of Tyler’s house and across the street to Jake’s house. They slipped in, Tyler going in first, and walked slowly through the house to the dining room; making sure to scout out each doorway for any sign of Jake’s parents before proceeding.

With the coast clear, Jake and Tyler slipped into the dining room and took a seat in the chairs across the table. They were sure to seat so that their backs were to the walls. With any luck, the table would do enough to completely hide their enormous dicks from the view of Jake’s prudish parents. Fortunately, the table in Jake’s dining room was far larger than they really needed for a family the size of Jake’s. It felt more like a large conference table in a nice office than it did an actual dining room table. Then again, Jake’s family rarely ate together, so it was more for decoration anyway.

Tyler typed a response to Mark to let him know that they were in position. In a matter of moments, Mark rounded the corner and entered the dining room followed shortly by Jake’s parents.

Jake’s father was an old, grey-haired, balding gentleman with thick glasses and a big bushy mustache. He was a heavy set man with tired eyes and an arthritic gait. He was wearing grey slacks, a white button up shirt, and suspenders. Tyler couldn’t help but think that all he needed was the grey suit coat and maybe a cowboy hat to make him look like some dour old oil man from Texas.

Jake’s mother was an equally old woman with her hair styled up in a fashionable grey bun and equally sharp glasses. Her sensible business blazer and skirt made her look much like a teacher; which would make sense, since she was after all a teacher. Well, a bible studies teacher, but that still counts.

Speaking of which, it was Wednesday wasn’t it? That would explain why Jake’s parents seemed all gussied up. It was a church night. Well, when it actually got to be night, anyway. They still had a few hours to go before Jake’s parents left for the service.

It had only been about three days since Tyler had learned of his abilities and shared it with Jake. He had shared more than his power with Jake, though. The two of them had learned of their mutual love for one another, and had become more than just best friends. Now they were going to face their first real test as a couple.

Mark took his seat on the opposite side of Jake from Tyler. Jake’s parents took their seats directly across from them. The seating position made it feel even more like a conference room,
or maybe like those large tables that lawyers and clients would sit at in the courtroom procedural shows where each side states their terms. Well, maybe that would still be a conference table, but Jake really felt like he was on trial right now. It was as if his mom was about to urge him to take a plea bargain for a reduced sentence. Jake could see it now. If he agreed to plead not gay and never speak to Tyler again, he could be allowed to stay in the family and would only serve three weeks solitary confinement in his room with a mandatory three church services a week.

Jake sat their awkwardly as he awaited someone to make some sort of first move. He really didn’t know what to say and didn’t want to make the first move, but he also didn’t like just sitting here waiting. The tension in the room was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Jake felt like his nerves were strung up so tight that at any second they could snap like a bunch of old guitar strings.

Jake’s mother finally broke the silence. “You know why we are here, correct?” Tyler really wanted to just reply with a smartass “because you are a homophobic bitch.” But he kept his mouth shut and nodded silently instead. He really didn’t want to make this harder on Jake than it had to be, and somehow starting a shouting match with Jake’s parents didn’t seem like it would be good for Jake’s mental health.

Jake lowered his head and responded, “Yes, mother…” He was never very good at talking back to his parents, and this was the most stressed out he has ever been.
Jake’s mother looked at the three guys across the table from her for a minute before fixing her gaze on Jake and continuing her speech. “Jake. Your father and I are very worried for you. We have recently found out that you have been hanging around some very…” she gave Tyler a quick menacing glare before continuing, “unhealthy elements.” Tyler rolled his eyes, but again sat back and held his tongue.

Jake continued to look down as he responded meekly, “No, mother.” Mark gave Jake’s should an encouraging squeeze while Tyler grabbed Jake’s hand under the table and held it tightly.

“No?” Jake’s mother was obviously surprised by this response. “I heard it from Mrs. Simmons herself that Tyler is going around claiming to be gay. Not only does he choose such a deplorable lifestyle, but she seems proud of his deviant behavior.”

“Oh, she has no idea how deviant I can get.” Tyler thought to himself, but again stopped himself from blurting anything out. It was getting really hard for him to not mouth off, though. He didn’t like being insulted, and he liked even less, not being able to fight back. He knew that he could easily make life harder for Jake by losing his cool, and so he struggled to keep a lid on his snark.

Jake’s mother continued to stare at him silently, as Jake fidgeted in his seat; still unable to make eye contact. “Nothing to say on the matter? Surely you knew about all of this, didn’t you?”
“Yes…” came Jake’s weak reply.
           
Jake’s mother let out a loud condescending sigh. “I thought we had raised you better than this. We can’t have you hanging around his type. People might think you are one of them.”
           
Tyler was about ready to stand up and let the passive-aggressive she-bitch have a piece of his mind. By this point the knowledge that if he stood up, his massive junk would probably overturn the table was the only thing keeping Tyler in his seat, but his rage was boiling over to the point that he was about ready to rageflip this table anyway.
           
Jake was shaking. His eyes were beginning to tear up, but he fought the tears as best he could. He didn’t want to seem weak, but he was reaching his limits. Jake clenched his fists and gathered up every last ounce of will he could muster. He had to go on the counter-attack now or he would never be able to muster the nerve. Jake’s voice was shaky, but he lifted his head and stared his mother right in the eyes. “And what would be so bad about that?”
           
Both of Jake’s parents were taken aback. They had not expected Jake to argue with them, but even more than that was the look on his face. Jakes eyes were red and watery, but he had a look of sheer determination that they had not seen in years. Mark gave Jake’s shoulder a quick reassuring squeeze, and Tyler did the same to Jake’s hand.
           
Jake’s mother quickly regained her composure. “It is not how you were raised. We are a good Christian family and we will live good Christian lives.”
           
Jake tried to form a counter argument, but Mark cut him off. Mark had been biding his time, waiting for Jake to stand up for himself. Now that Jake had taken the first step, Mark was ready to back him up every step of the way. “There are plenty of churches and congregations out there that are perfectly fine with homosexuality. Every day there are more and more openly gay clergy members. You are just using the Bible to hide your own prejudice.”
           
Mark and his mother have had a long history of going toe to toe when it came to heated debates. Now that Mark was in the fray the gloves were coming off. She tried to keep her calm and collected look, but her teeth were noticeably clenched and her nostrils were flaring. “Then those churches are wrong. It is not for us to pick and choose which of God’s words we will follow. If you had been to church recently you would know these things.”
           
Mark stood up and placed his hands on the table as he leaned in closer to his mother. “Maybe you should actually listen when you go to church. I have been talking with Father Ted for years about this subject and the church we both attend proudly supports its gay members. Maybe you should pay more attention to the sermons and not just pick and choose what to take home from it.”
           
Jake’s mother huffed in indignation, but couldn’t come up with a suitable counterargument. She had actually never bothered to discuss the issue with the pastor at their church, despite the fact that she had had her suspicions about Jake for years. Or maybe, possibly, it was because she had had her suspicions that she had never tried to ask around for fear of what she might find out. She turned and slapped her husband on the arm and spat. “Harold! Don’t just sit there! He’s your son, too.”
           
Harold had been trying to stay out of this fight. He was actually on the fence about the topic, but now he was being forced to take a side. He muttered his way awkwardly through his thoughts on the matter. “I just don’t understand. What did I do wrong?”
           
Jake and Tyler looked at him completely confused, but Mark seemed to understand where this was going. Harold cleared his throat and continued. “People who choose to go gay always had poor father figures in their lives. I expect this of him. His big-shot, corporate father is always out of town on some project or another, but think of how this makes me look. I’ve always been here for you.”
           
Tyler had had enough of this shit; especially now that his family was getting dragged into the mud. Sure, his dad was out of town a lot, but Tyler and his father had always been pretty close. Tyler had his father’s cell number to call whenever he needed to talk. Jake’s father was always around, but he wasn’t very approachable. The physical distance is nothing compared to the emotional one, and besides both Jake and Tyler had had Mark as a positive male role model for their whole lives. Tyler leaned forward and glared at Jake’s father as he replied, “I had just as good of a father figure as Jake had.”
           
It was now Harold’s turn to be too flustered to speak. Both Jake and Mark gasped a little. They both caught the true extent of Tyler’s dig. Mark was strangely proud of Tyler for that comment, and even more strangely, proud of himself. He had never really thought of himself as a father figure before, but be that as it may, it was probably best that Mark’s father not understand the true implications of Tyler’s little outburst.
           
Jake wiped is eyes and managed to find his voice again. “Dad, please. This is not about you. I just like guys. I have known it for years. Long before Tyler came out. You can’t blame this on him. You can’t blame this on yourself. You can’t blame it on anyone. These things just happen. I have found someone that I love and who loves me back. Just this once, can’t you be proudof me?”
           
Harold’s expression noticeably softened, and he stammered for words, but only made a series of awkward unintelligible grunts. Realizing that her husband was not going to be of any more help, Jake’s mother went back on the offensive. “What about our family? You can’t go off shacking up with some guy. How will you have kids? You’ve know for years that it falls on you to carry on the family name. We all know John is too busy and too important to settle down.”

Jake’s oldest brother was a career politician. He had been married three times already, each time for less than a year. He was rumored to have sired children in at least five states, but none of them could ever be officially claimed or it would risk his chances at reelection. John had always been his parents’ favorite. For his entire life, Jake had always been living in the shadow of a man he had barely even met. John had moved out as soon as he hit eighteen and had not looked back. What little Jake had learned of him had been from the constant comparisons his parents had drawn between the two of them. Jake excelled in all his classes, attended church regularly, was an all around good son, but it was never enough.
Mark didn’t talk much about his childhood, but all signs pointed to it being even tougher on him. He was only two years younger than John, but John was always showing him up. John was taller, smarter, better looking, more athletic, more successful, and the list goes on. Mark had all but given up on making anything with his life by the time he had reached middle school. He continued his lackluster slump well through college, and had graduated with a generic degree with mediocre marks.
           
Mark was unable to find any work aside from low level retail after graduating college and was forced to move back in with his parents. Oddly enough, this was the best thing to ever happen to him. He still didn’t get along with his parents, but he had a new kid brother. It was his turn to be the older brother, and he was determined to be better at it than John ever was. Jake absolutely adored Mark. For the first time in his life, Mark was proud to be part of the family, and someone in the family was proud of him.
           
Mark’s newfound sense of purpose led him to attend community college in town while taking care of his younger brother and the neighbor boy who was the same age. Jake and Tyler quickly became inseparable, and Mark began to think of both of them both as his kid brothers. He quickly became friends with the couple across the street and felt like one of the family while with them. They even paid him for his help with Tyler.
           
The payment was more a formality than anything else. Mark would have gladly cared for Tyler for free, but the Simmons insisted. They knew how hard up for money Mark was while attending college, and would not take no for an answer. Mark eventually accepted. The extra income helped immensely. He no longer had to put in as many hours at the store, and could spend more time studying and helping with the kids.
           
Once Mark had finished his second degree and Jake and Tyler were old enough to not need an adult at all times, Mark applied for grad school in town. He had gotten his Masters and gotten a nice, stable job as a systems admin a few towns over, met a nice woman, and got married. Karen and Mark had been together for a few years now, but have never had kids. Not for lack of trying, but Mark just seemed to lack the potency needed to get his wife pregnant.
           
His mother never missed a chance to take a swipe at Mark for this; often muttering things along the lines of “just as useless as a husband as he was as a son.” While his mother had not mentioned Mark’s problems in her current tirade, it was on everyone’s mind. Mark was looking sad and dejected. Jake was getting closer and closer to a full breakdown. Harold was starting worrying about the tone the discussion had taken as his wife continued her slanderous warpath, but Tyler… oddly enough was grinning. If anyone else had not been so caught up in the heated argument to look at Tyler they might have wondered just what could be going on in that head of his to cause him to sit there with a grin on his face that made him look like he was plotting to steal Christmas.

Tyler hadn’t even thought about Mark’s problem until just now. He knew that Mark and Karen had tried various methods to increase their chances of getting pregnant, but Tyler just so happened to quite literally be sitting on the world’s greatest fertility clinic. 

Jake’s mom continued her tirade as Jake slumped back in his chair and Mark quietly seethed, “You’re just a child. You don’t know what you want. You have mistaken friendship for love. You’ve never even been on a date with a girl. You’re not that bad looking. If you just tried to make yourself available, you could have any girl you want. Do you really think you’re so ugly that you have to put out for the only person who would show you any interest? Do you ever even think about what you are doing?” Her voice was shrill as she rattled off accusations and back-handed praise laced with passive aggressive slights. She always got this way when she felt like she was being pushed into a corner in a debate.

 Harold reached over and grabbed her arm. The sudden motion broke her train of thought and caused her to turn and look at him. “Martha, stop this. This has gone too far.” Now that her speeding freight train of shaming and muck-raking had been derailed, she finally was able to see the aftermath of her current rant. Mark was quietly glaring at her with seething rage, and Jake was silently sobbing in his seat. She hadn’t considered the effects of her words. She was cornered and lashed out at everyone’s weak points like she always did.

Martha was about to say something, anything to try and fix some of the damage she had done, but Harold shook his head. “You’ve said enough.” She hated it, but she knew he was right. She quietly got up from her seat and slipped out of the room; trying to hold her own tears in until she was safely out of earshot.

Once she was gone, Harold slouched back in his chair looking exhausted and crestfallen. “Look. I’m sorry about what I said, and I know that she is, too. I wasn’t ready for this and I said some things I didn’t mean.” He looked solemnly at Jake. “You’re sure about this? This isn’t just some rebellious phase or whatnot?”

Jake was still choking back the tears but managed to nod his head. His dad sighed and got up from his chair. He looked back again before leaving the room. “I’ll talk it over with your mom. It might take some time, but she’ll come around eventually… and, I… I’ve always been proud of you. I’m sorry if I ever made you feel otherwise.”

Harold walked out of the room and followed after his wife. Mark took a few minutes too quell the ire that was roiling inside him while Tyler tried to console Jake. Jake was already bringing his muffled crying under control, but he was still in bad shape.

Once everyone was calmed down enough, Mark turned to Jake and Tyler and gestured towards the door. “Come on. I think we’ll all feel better back home.” Mark didn’t even notice that he had referred to Tyler’s house as “home”, but Jake did. In many ways it did feel much more like home than the house that he was raised in. At least with the Simmons he felt free to be who he truly was and not always feel the need to conform to a life that was picked out for him in advance.

Mark stood outside of the dining room and kept guard while Jake and Tyler left the house. Things were tense enough without his parents seeing the recent changes their son had gone through.

All three of them let out a long sigh of relief when they entered Tyler’s house. It felt good to be back in the relative safety and security of the Simmons household. In many ways, they had won the showdown with Jake’s parents. Jake’s father was accepting of Jake’s homosexuality, and it seemed his mother would open up to the idea eventually too. It was a hard fought battle, though, and the emotional wounds opened in the fight might never heal completely.
            