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I loved sleeping on top of Brian. Feeling that soft neck tuft on my face, my arms on his chests. He loves it too. Whenever I sleep on top of him I get to see him sleeping with a huge smile on his face. Sometimes I would feel something moving on my legs. His hard penis, leaking pre. He have some really good wet dreams with me. Sometimes I would hear him murmuring my name. "Yeah, baby like that..." he says with his voice slowly fading away. It was so fucking cute. He's the only person in the world who manages to stay cute while having a wet dream.

That day I decided to do something with his boner. I decided to be a part of his dream. I got out of the bed slowly and went to get a condom. I wrapped it on his penis carefully, trying not to wake him up. I got on top of him and sat on his dick, slowly piercing it inside me. He loved it. I heard him let a soft moan go while still sleeping. My butt was already full. I started riding his penis. He finally woke up, looking down, surprised to see his human lover wrapped around his penis.

"Dobryy den'!" My russian was a lot better already. It was always pretty easy to me to learn a new language. Quieres follar?

"Umm...morning..." - He said, raising his eyebrows. "You could have asked me first, you know?" - He joked.

"You want me to stop?"

"Fuck no!"

"Togda zatknis' i naslazhdat'sya. (Then shut up and enjoy yourself.)"

I rode his dick while jerking off. The best thing about this position is that you get to have a nice panoramic view of your lover, including his pleasured facial expressions. He grabbed my dick. He wanted to do the jerking for me. I didn't protested. I started riding more intensely. The jerking also intensified. I came first, all over his fur. Then he came, giving me that intense roar I love so much. We both panted while smiling to each other. I got closer to his face, caressing his face, then giving him a passionate kiss.

"I love you." - I said.

"Love you too, cutey." Awwww.

I licked my semen from his fur, then collapsed on top of him again, exhausted.

Something occurred to me for the first time. I never got to see his parents. Not in person, at least. He had a picture of them on the room. Hell, he hardly talked about them. Last year, on Christmas, he wanted to go to my parents place to spend the Holidays. They loved each other. My mom loved to know that I was dating someone, especially a kind and respectful person like Brian. He also loved my parents. In fact, he REALLY loved them! I swear I never saw him so happy. It felt like my folks were also his parents. I was really happy about that, it's really important in a relationship that the partner's family get along with you. And that's what was worrying me. All I knew about his parents was their appearances and their names, Olga and Boris. I decided to talk to him about that.

I lifted my body, kneeling over his abs, my hands on his chest. "Can I talk to you... about your parents?" He looked surprised. And sad.

"What about them?"

"It's just... I don't know much about them. Last year you didn't wanted to spend the Holidays with them. I didn't questioned you, but I was kinda curious. And worried."

"It's just... I wanted to get to know your parents first, that's all!" - He said with a nervous smile on his face. I knew he was lying. When you really love someone, you always know when he's telling the truth or not. It's really boring to play Poker with Brian.

I sighed. "Babe, you know you don't need to hide anything from me. It's okay honey, I just want to know about them, that's all. It doesn't matter if it's bad news, I just want you to open up."

He took a deep breath. "I don't know if they're going to accept me." I knew exactly how he feels.

"It's scary, isn't it?" - I said while stroking his chest.

He sighed. "Yeah. I mean, it's a lot easier to come out to friends. It doesn't matter if they don't accept you, 'cause you can just get new friends. If you're parents reject you, you can't get new parents..." He looked so sad. Looking down to his side, his ears backwards, his eyes watery. I never saw him like that. He was about to cry. I didn't said anything else. Just hugged him. I felt he hugged me back. Strongly, while giving a big, sad sigh. I was gently stroking his shoulder with my thumb. He did the same on my back. I hear another sad sigh, this one sounded even sadder. I got up a bit to take a look at his face. Tears. Rolling down his cheeks. The look he gave me completely broke my heart. A single tear fell from my right eye. I sighed.

"Oh, tiger..." - I said while wiping the tears off his face. He started crying. It was the first time I have ever seen him cry. I hugged him tight. I let him know that I was right there for him. He held me so tight I almost lost breath. At least he was letting it out. He was going to feel a little better afterwards. I started weeping softly. I hate to see him sad.

After crying for a while, he started to sob a little more relaxed. I pressed my face against his. The eyes slowly started to open. His mouth opened breathing intensely. I looked him in the eyes while stroking his face softly. "Shhhhh. It's okay babe, it's okay. I'm here for you, alright? I'll always be here for you." - I said gently. I gave him a kiss on his nose and slightly backed my head away from him. He gave one big deep breath and released it throw his mouth. He was calm now. "Better?" I asked. He nodded positively. He tongue kissed me in the mouth.

"Thanks babe, I needed that." He smiled. It was good to see him smile again. I smiled back, then I rewarded him with another kiss. His smile was even wider now. I talked to him in a more serious manner:

"So umm... when you gonna tell you're parents?"

"As soon as possible."

"We could wait until summer vacations and then..."

"No." - He interrupted me. "We'll go to their place tomorrow. Our classes will only start next month, so we can even get there by car."

"Isn't their place back in South Dakota?"

"I understand if you don't wanna go tomorrow."

"No no! We'll go there tomorrow, it's okay."

"Okay."

We packed our stuff at night. We said goodbye to our friends in the dorm. We were gonna leave early in the morning.

The Sun rose. 6 a.m. We threw our stuff at the trunk. We were planning to stay a week there. We headed West, through the 90. New York, Pennsylvania, Ohio, Indiana, Illinois, Wisconsin, Minnesota and finally South Dakota. We stopped halfway through in Chicago to spend the night there. There, I asked Brian if there parents were religious. Atheists, both of them. I was a little relieved. Don't get me wrong, is just that atheists are generally more accepting towards gay people. At least that's what I imagine it. On the next day, we arrived in Eureka. If we were married, our marriage wouldn't be respected there, which is sad.

Eureka is a really small town close to the border of North Dakota. It had almost 900 inhabitants the day we visited. About 17% of the population had russian ancestry, including Brian. We arrived his parents house. We didn't told them we were coming. We rang the doorbell. His father came to open the door.

"Brayan? Brayan! Oy Bozhe moy, kakaya neozhidannost'! Eto tak priyatno videt' vas! It's so good to see you!" - He said while hugging his son. His father was about my size and not very athletic, just like me.

"Eto khorosho, tozhe rad tebya videt', papa. Is momma home?"

"Yeah, she's here! She's gonna be so happy to see you." His russian accent was really evident. "C'mom in!" We walked in while he called his wife. "Med! Idi syuda! Brayan prishel k nam v gosti!" He turned to me. "You must be Brian's friend, right? He talked a lot about you!"

"Yeah, name's Lucas, pleased to meet you Mr. Naryshkin."

"Oh please, just call me Boris! C'mom, take a seat! Make yourself at home." He looked so nice at first. His wife showed up.

"Chto eto bylo, dorogaya? O, Brayan, syn moy! It's so good to see your face again!" She buried her face into his abs. She was really small, Almost half of Brian's size.

"Good to see you too, mom. I'm sorry I couldn't come to the Holidays."

"O, ne bespokoytes' o tom, chto Brayan! Don't worry about that! We understand that you wished to spend the Holidays with your friends."

"Actually, I spend the Holidays with my bo-roommate on his parent's house." I froze a bit as he almost spits out the word "boyfriend." As Lee Corso says, "not so fast, my friend!"

She realized I was there. "Oh, were are my manners! My name is Olga Naryshkin, Brian's mom. You must be Lucas, right?"

"That's right, Mrs. Naryshkin."

"Oh please, just Olga! Calling me Mrs. Naryshkin make me feel so old!" She was 49. And so was her husband.

"Hehe, sure thing Olga."

"Now, you boys must be hungry from the trip, I imagine. You guys drove all the way here?"

"Yes, mom. Don't worry, we stopped in Chicago to sleep."

"Oh, it's okay, I'm not that worried about that, I know you're a very responsible boy, Brian. We were ready to have dinner right now, you boys will join too, right?"

"Yeah, I'm starving!" - I said, standing up.

We had pelmeni, which is pretty much minced meat covered in dough. It was delicious. Brian's mom was a great cook. I also had a glass of vodka. I didn't drank too much, I can get EXTREMELY drunk with vodka. After we were done eating, came that question that we were both expecting, but none of us wanted to hear.

"So umm... do you have any girlfriend Brian?" - His mom asked.

He stoped for a second. "Nope. No girlfriends."

"Don't worry Brian, you're a nice kid, you'll find your soul mate in no time." - His father said.

"...Yeah." - Brian said with a nervous smile while looking down. My heart was beating really fast. I remembered the day I came out to my mom. "It's okay honey, I knew it all along." she said to me with a heartwarming smile on her face.

"I remember when you broke up with Natasha, how sad you were that day." His father was talking about Brian's first love. I kicked his feet under the table. He looked at me. I nodded. He nodded back. He was ready.

"Actually umm... there's a reason why we came here today."

"And what's that?" - His father asked.

"Well... there's a reason why I don't have a girlfriend..." He took a deep breath. He held my hand. "It's because me and Lucas are lovers." My heart was pounding. And so was his. They looked shocked.

"W-What you mean?" - His father asked.

"...I'm gay, dad. And Lucas is my boyfriend."

"...Y-You're joking, right?" That's the last thing I wanted him to say. Brian's hands started trembling.

"Umm, n-no umm, why would I joke about that? Lucas IS my boyfriend dad, and I love him. I'm extremely happy with him." His mother didn't said anything. She seemed fine with it, though. His father, however, stood up without saying a word, angry, and went straight to his room. We hear the door slamming. Brian wanted to go after him. I stopped him.

"It's better if we leave him alone for a while. It must be a big shock to him, he needs sometime to digest the news."

"*sigh* I'm so sorry, mom." He was almost crying. I started caressing his arm.

"Honey, you have nothing to apologize! You didn't do anything wrong! You're boyfriend is right, you need to give him a moment to- YA NE MOGU V ETO POVERIT'!" We hear his father coming back, yelling. He was furious.

"YA NE MOGU V ETO POVERIT'! VY PODNIMAYETE MALYSHA, DAT' YEMU OBRAZOVANIYE, DAT' YEMU LYUBOV', DAT' YEMU VSE, CHTO NUZHNO, I ON PRIYTI DOMOY DVADTSAT' LET SPUSTYA, STRANNYY S YEGO NE MENEYE STRANNYY PARNYA! SOOBSHCHENIYE UBIRAYTES' IZ MOYEGO DOMA!" I didn't understood what he said, but he looked furious. There was one word that I understood that I wished I didn't heard him say it. Strannyy. Russian for queer.

Brian was also furious. "First of all, DON'T FUCKING CALL MY BOYFRIEND A QUEER! AND SECOND, WHO THE FUCK YOU THINK YOU ARE TO TALK TO US LIKE THAT?"

"I'm your father, that's who I am!"

"I wish you weren't! I wish we weren't related!"

"Yeah? Well that makes both of us." They were staring at each other as if they were about to fight. I stood up. My blood rushed to my head.

"I just can't believe a FUCKING BACKWARDS OGRE is related to my lover! My lover who's such a lovable and respectful man!"

"Respectful? He's a fucking homo! I bet it was you who dragged him to this lifestyle!"

"First of all, it's not a fucking lifestyle you dumbass, it's not our choice!"

"FIGNYA!"

"POZVOL'TE MNE CHERTOVSKI KONTSA!" I used all I had learned in russian so far to tell him to let me finish my fucking point. He clenched his fists and showed me his teeth.

"And second, It wasn't me who started it. It was your son."

"Is that true Brian?"

"Yes it is, Boris." - He couldn't even call him dad anymore.

"You're a disgrace to our family!"

Brian crossed his arms, looking down angry. "I was about to say the same about you."

His dad clenched his fists even harder. "POSHEL NA KHUY!"

I turned to him "I bet you're one of these fuckers who watches Fox News and think that mexicans are stealing our jobs or some bullshit like that."

"You bet your ass I am!" We all looked shocked at him, including his wife, who was crying. I turned to Brian.

"Well, there he is Brian! Your fucking father! The motherfucker who put you into this world! I hope you're glad to know you're the son of Vladmir Putin."

His father crossed his arms. "At least I'm not a faggot." I jumped on him. I was ready to punch the stripes off his face. Brian stopped me. No matter how much of an asshole that man was, he was still his father. And he wasn't gonna let me punch his father.

"STOP!" I looked at him, surprised. "I'm sorry honey, but I'm not gonna let you hurt my father!"

"I don't need your fucking protection, queer!" - He said, pushing Brian away.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" I couldn't help myself. I punched him right on his nose. He fell on his ass. I tried to jump on the floor to continue the punches, but Brian stopped me again.

"HONEY, PLEASE STOP! IT'S NOT WORTH IT! LET'S JUST GET OUT OF HERE, PLEASE!" He was grabbing me from behind, by my torso. As he tossed me to his side, his father got up and gave him a huge punch on the face. He decked my boyfriend. I thought I was going to see snow in Florida before seeing my boyfriend falling on the floor from a punch.

"I'm sorry babe, but I'm gonna beat the living shit out of your father now. Even if you find 10 guys on your size to stop me, I'll find a way." I thought to myself. I didn't think. Just jumped on the floor and started punching his face. Brian just looked. I think he let me beat up his father that time. Revenge from the punch, maybe?

"STOP!!!! I HAD ENOUGH OF THIS VIOLENCE!!!" - The mother yelled. I looked at her. Her eyes were red from crying too much. I get off of him and helped Brian to get up. His mother gave him a bag of ice for his nose. I started screaming at his father, still on the floor, with a shocked look on his eyes.

"YOU'RE A FUCKING MONSTER, YOU KNOW THAT??? BRIAN. IS YOUR FUCKING. SON!!!! HE LOVES YOU!! HE STILL LOVES YOU EVEN IF YOU'RE A HOMOPHOBIC ASSHOLE! AND WHAT YOU DO TO HIM? YOU YELL AT HIM. YOU CALL HIM NAMES. YOU CALL HIS BOYFRIEND A QUEER. YOU PUNCH HIM. YOU PUNCHED YOUR OWN FUCKING SON IN THE FACE! YOU SHOULD BE HAPPY FOR HIM! HAPPY THAT HE'S COMFORTABLE WITH HIS SEXUALITY! THAT HE'S TOGETHER WITH SOMEONE HE LOVES! YES, YOUR SON REALLY LOVES ME, BORIS. HE WANTS TO SPEND THE REST OF HIS LIFE WITH ME. WE'LL GET MARRIED IN A COUPLE OF YEARS, I'M SURE OF IT. BUT YOU'RE NOT HAPPY. FOR SOME BULLSHIT REASON. YOU SHOULD BE PROUD OF YOUR SON, HE'S THE MOST WONDERFUL PERSON IN THE WORLD. HE'S A REAL MAN. UNLIKE YOU. HIS SEXUALITY DOESN'T MATTER, HE'S STILL A BETTER MAN THAN YOU. DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA OF HOW MANY HOMOSEXUALS KILL THEMSELVES BECAUSE OF THIS KIND OF ABUSE? DO YOU? FUCKING SAY SOMETHING!!! YOU FUCKING COWARD!!!!!" He didn't said anything. Just stood there on the floor, still shocked.

"That's enough, Lucas." - Brian said to me. "You're not gonna change his opinions. Let's just get back to Boston."

"...Sure. *sigh* How's your nose?"

"I'll be fine."

"Wanna go to the hospital?"

"No no, I'm fine, trust me love."

"Okay."

He hugged his mother goodbye. It was the last time he saw both of them. "I'm so sorry about this, mom. About everything."

"Don't worry about it, honey."

"Will you be fine?"

"Is, I will. Your father is a good man, trust me. He just needs some time."

"Can I ask you something? Please don't divorce him because of me."

"I won't. Promise." He kissed his mom in the cheek.

"Do svidaniya, mama."

"Do svidaniya, Brayan."

We walked to the front door. Brian didn't even looked to his father. Before we left, I turned around to say one last thing to him. "It's not your son who's leaving your life Boris. It's YOU who's leaving his. We're fine without you. Trust me." We left.

On the way back, we decided to turn on the radio. Same Love, by Macklemore and Ryan Lewis was playing. Fuck you too, universe.

We stopped in a Hotel in Aberdeen to get some sleep. He didn't said anything. He didn't said a single word until we came back to our dorm.

Arriving on our room, Chris and Gary stopped us in the corridor.

"Hey, you guys are back! How was it?" - Said Chris. Poor guy. He just wanted to be nice. He had no idea.

"Not now, Chris." - I said, expressionless, before going into the room. Brian slammed the door shut.

"I didn't went so well, right?" - Gary said, concerned.

"No..."

"You think we should talk to him?"

"...I think we better let Lucas handle this for now. We'll talk to them tomorrow."

"RRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" They heard Brian yelling inside.

He took the picture of his parents and started ripping it to pieces. "YA TEBYA NENAVIZHU! YA NENAVIZHU TEBYA!" You don't need to understand russian to know what he was yelling.

"I'm so sorry, Brian."

"NO, YOU'RE NOT! YOU DON'T GET TO BE SORRY! YOU WE'RE BORN IN YOUR NICE LITTLE PROGRESSIVE NEIGHBORHOOD WITH YOUR FUCKING LIBERAL FAMILY! YOU DON'T KNOW HOW IT FEELS!" I wasn't angry at him. I know he didn't meant any of that. I decided to shut my mouth for now. "That fucking asshole! I don't need him! I don't fucking need him! I have you! I have your family! I don't need to worry about him anymore!" He stopped for a moment. He was really agitated. "But he'll see! Oh yes, he'll see! We gonna get married honey! We gonna get fucking married one day, and we gonna shove it on his face HOW HAPPY WE ARE! We gonna get kids! We gonna be a better father that he'll ever be! We gonna show him how to be a real father! And a real man! We'll FUCKING SHOW HIM!! I DON'T FUCKING NEED YOU, YOU HEAR ME? I. DON'T. FUCKING. NEED YOOOOOOOOOOOOOU!!!!!" He screamed the last part out the window. The whole Boston must have heard that. I was scared. It was the first time I saw him angry like that. I knew he would never hit me though. He would ratter jump in front of a train than hitting me. He started crying. "...I just wanted him to love me..." He started crying.

I tried to hug him. He didn't let me. "Get away from me..."

"Please, honey..."

"I said GET AWAY FROM ME!!!" He was so angry. He turned around and sat on the bed, still crying. I sat down beside him, trying once more to console him. He refused again. "Please honey, I don't want any hugs!" He said, sobbing really hard. I insisted. I placed my arm on his back, stroking it. He gave up. He accepted my affection. He started crying like he never cried before. He rested his head on my shoulder, crying real hard. I didn't said anything, just stroked his back. He cried for about 2 minutes. Until he stopped. He gave a deep breath, looking down, sniffing. I was afraid to say anything, so I just grabbed his hand. We looked at each other. He grabbed my head and placed it on his chest. He snuggled me. I moved back a little bit.

"Sorry." He said to me.

"It's okay baby, I know you didn't meant to say any of that."

"I didn't! I swear to God I didn't!"

"I know."

"And I didn't meant to yell at you!"

"I know that too, hon."

"It's just..." He sighed while covering his face with his hands.

"I know babe, I know." I said while rubbing his back. "Look honey, I know this must be hard for you, but you were right about something. You don't need him. He's not your family anymore. He's not here supporting you, loving you no matter what. I am. We all are. Your friends. My parents. My mother LOVES you Brian! If she were here right now your head would be on her lap while she caressed your head. You're the best person in the world, Brian. You're surrounded by people who love you. I can promise you one thing. You will never. Ever. EVER in your life be alone. I love you, Brian. You're the most important person in my life and you know that."

"...I love you too babe... Thank you so much.. for everything..." He couldn't say anything else. He started crying. I hugged him. He cried, wept, sobbed, for another minute. He finally gave a last deep breath. "I think I wanna be alone for a while."

"It's okay babe." I stood up. "I'll be in Chris' room if you need me." He nodded. "If we don't see each other again, goodnight." He remained silent, looking down. I sighed, then left the room, closing the door behind me.

I knocked at their door. "Oh, it's you. Come in." It was Gary who opened the door. I walked in.

"Brian, is that you?" Chris was on the bed, facing the wall. He turned around. "Oh, it's you, little guy. How's your boy?"

"Really sad. His father... well..."

"You don't need to say it buddy, we understand."

"I think I might need to sleep here with you guys tonight."

"It's okay man, you can sleep on the other bed, no problem." - Gary said to me.

"*sigh* You guys mind if I call my mom?"

"Nah man, it's cool. We gonna give you two some privacy, alright? We'll be outside if you need anything."

"Okay, thanks." They left. I dialed my mom's number. She answers it.

"Hi mom. It's me, Lucas. I'm on a friend's room. I just wanted to talk to you. Yeah, we went to a dinner with Brian's parents, his father didn't liked to find out that he was gay. Yeah, you can imagine how that turned out. He's really sad. He's really gonna need us from now on. *sigh* Why do people still care about this kind of stuff, mom? I know, it's just... *sigh* I'm so sad for him. You should've seen how he was. I will, don't worry. Okay, I understand. Love you too mom. Bye." He hanged up. I hear the door knocking. It was Brian. We just looked at each other. We didn't need words. I knew what he wanted. He didn't wanted to be alone that night. He needed me. And I would be there for him.

THE END

Author's final words:

And that's it! Part 4 will come maybe tomorrow. It will be the last part. Don't worry, unlike this one, it will have a happy ending. I would also like to announce a new story series. "Kevin and Vladmir." It's gonna be a sort of weird plot. Guy finds a talisman who gives him the gift to talk to animals. Pandemic. Everybody dies, except him. He then finds a tiger he met at a zoo once. A real tiger, not an anthro one. Stay tuned for that. See you on part 4!