Date: Mon, 27 Jun 2011 03:59:01 -0700
From: h.schreiber@hushmail.com
Subject: chapter 11 of Rock and a Hard Place by Hans Schreiber

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Rock and a Hard Place

Chapter 11

Broken Promises

	The bedside monster was calling to me and the monster between my
legs wanted to be drained, so I slipped from my warm bed and walked naked
to the bathroom, sporting wood. I sat on the throne and leaned all the way
over, putting my chest between my knees to make it as easy as possible to
piss through my morning boner. Morning wood is so inconvenient.

	Since I wasn't doing the triple J this morning, I washed and
trotted back to bed and lay there slowly stroking myself. I had a good hour
before I needed to get up and shower. I played out several fantasies with
all my favorite characters while I edged myself toward orgasm. My final
fantasy was of a foursome in the vacant, ranch hand's cabin with myself,
Gina, Dig and Rochelle. When I finally ended my forty minute Pursuit of
Happyness, I was imagining sucking on Dig's dick while he fingered Rochelle
and Gina gave me an amazing blow job. The weirdest part was that William
was there too, rabidly fucking Brenda on the floor like a dog in heat.  She
had her long legs wrapped around his skinny waist crying out in orgasmic
pleasure, and William was singing "I'm gonna Rock, Rock, Rock Around the
Clock" while we were all doing it. It was really weird, but my sex driven
daydreams are sometimes.

	As William belted out the final imaginary chorus, I hit a personal
crescendo and cummed hard. I released my fleshy baton and dropped my hand
to my side, panting and relishing the buzz. I was spent and reluctant to
leave my warm nest and go shower. Begrudgingly, I wiped up the dripping
slime with a handful of tissues and walked naked to the shower to rinse off
the drying cum from my stomach and pubes. "Damn," I thought, "I shot clear
up to my neck." I am so glad to be a guy - I love the little toy between my
legs and all the pleasure it produces.

	My dad reaffirmed his intentions to attend my meet that afternoon
during our drive to school. He apologized for leaving me alone again the
night before, but I honestly told him I didn't mind and I understood. He
explained about a young mother with some kind of lymphatic cancer his team
was trying to save. I'd never considered that he worked with a team
before. It struck me that he probably got the same satisfaction from his
team winning just the way I got satisfaction when my teams won. I had a
little epiphany that life is full of opposition and competitive struggles
against opponents of all kinds, seen and unseen. Good versus evil, right
versus wrong, health versus illness, kindness versus cruelty, love versus
hate is always out there. It's up to us to pick the right team and do our
best to win, but even if we lose, we need to find satisfaction in the
struggle. In my dad's case, the stakes of losing the game are a lot larger
- a matter of life and death for real. An almost electrical surge coursed
through me and I shuddered as some unseen force confirmed the truth I had
just come to understand.

	"See you later," I said as I climbed out of the car. Before closing
the door, I added, "I'm proud of you, Dad. You do important work and make a
difference in people's lives." He smiled appreciatively at me and was quite
speechless. I smiled kindly back and closed the door.

	Classes seemed unbearably long as I anticipated the wrestling
meet. I was able to skip my last period to go weigh in. I made weight
easily and pulled on my bright orange team singlet with the black jaguar on
the chest. I reached in and arranged my dick into the crease formed between
my leg and abs. I pulled my warm-ups on over the singlet and talked
nervously with Dig about strategy until it was time to go out to the
mats. We didn't get a big crowd for wrestling - mostly parents, some horny
girls and a few gay guys - at least I assumed they were since they didn't
have friends on the team and why else would they be there? There were a few
teachers that liked the sport and supported us for home games. Bodie came
once in a while and he happened to be there today. I was surprised because
I thought he would be too busy on the ranch right now. Especially with him
taking time off for the dance and having the bonfire at his place on
Saturday, I thought he would have to be working right after school.

	The lack of many spectators made it easy to see that my father was
not in the crowd yet. I didn't worry because he knew the lighter weight
classes would go first. I saw Dig's father in his usual spot reading a
wrestling magazine while he waited. Bodie was sitting with his brother and
his brother's friends. They weren't there because they were gay; they had
buddies on the varsity squad. They were mocking the cheerleaders with made
up cheers of their own. They only send three cheerleaders to the wrestling
meets and I think they draw straws to see who has to come. Their hearts are
never really into it. They live for the glory of the football and
basketball sidelines where they can perform their fancy moves and shake
their tiny asses for the masses. The Screw Crew made up a couple of special
cheers just for wrestling and submitted them to the head cheerleader but
they never got used. One of them was, "Go! Fight! Win! Kick his ass and get
the pin!" My personal favorite was, "Grab 'em on the right knee, grab 'em
on the left knee, grab 'em on the weee-neeeeed a pin!"

      I couldn't help but notice the short, blonde cheerleader was way
hot. She had a nice rack and thin waist giving way to a perfect ass forming
an hourglass figure. What really got me, though, was her smile. It was
perfect and her eyes twinkled whenever she smiled. It seems like anything
breathing gets me horny these days, male or female. Fortunately, so far,
not animals though.

	To my surprise, Gina walked in and sat next to Rochelle and a
couple of her friends. I didn't even realize they knew each
other. MaryAnne, Goob's date for Ladies Choice, was sitting with them
also. They were all chattering away and ignoring the first matches as girls
tend to do.

	We won three of the four matches prior to mine including a very
nice decision on points by Kirk. He handled himself well and came through
with a brilliant takedown at the end of the third period for the win. Then,
I was up. I took one last look into the stands as I received the
instructions from the referee.  Dad wasn't there. He hadn't come after
all. I was on my back before I even heard the referee start the match. My
coach was yelling at me to focus. I heard him, but nothing was
registering. I instinctively struggled to keep both shoulders from touching
simultaneously, to avoid the pin.

	In a moment of frustration, my opponent shifted to add more body
weight on top of me and I took the brief window of opportunity to
escape. The rest of the first period was spent with us making and missing
takedown attempts. My coach called me over to the edge between periods and
grabbed me by my headgear. "What's wrong with you?" he demanded.

	"Sorry, coach, I'm just having a hard time staying in it right
now." I saw Coach Tyler peeking over at me from the Varsity mat and
scowling. That affected me and I knew I had to pull it together. As I
turned to go take my place in the defensive position, Dig gave me the WTF
look and tossed his hands up. I desperately searched the bleachers as I
knelt down and was grasped by my opponent. "Fuck it," I muttered so low no
one, not even the kid from Canyon High with his large dick pressed into my
left butt cheek, could hear.

	On the signal, I sprang into action. The complete change in my
aggressiveness and agile speed shocked my opponent. I exploded upward into
my opponent getting back pressure against his chest. I got my foot under me
and stood up driving back into him and backing him toward the edge of the
mat. Then I grabbed his hand, pulled it free from my midsection and spun
away free for the escape. We were in the neutral position again now and I
wasted no time.  I dropped low and lunged forward pushing off with my left
foot and stepping in with my right. I placed my head to his right side and
grabbed him behind both knees. I pushed now with my right leg and stepped
in behind his foot with my left foot and tripped him, taking him down for
two important points. I heard the crowd cheer me on. Gina was screaming
like an idiot. I'm pretty sure she had no idea about wrestling and was just
cheering because it appeared I was doing something good and everyone else
was cheering for me. Either that, or she got a good look at the bulge in my
crotch.

	 I listened for my dad's voice and that moment of hesitation gave
my opponent a chance to maneuver to the side. "Oh no, you don't," I
thought. I scrambled in the same direction he was retreating to and
straddled him. He arched his back, which was a big mistake, and I got both
arms moved up to his midsection and drove my shoulders hard into his collar
bone, pushing with my feet against the mat and pressing my face hard
against the side of his face. I saw the referee next to me prone on the mat
and checking for the pin. The slap of the referee's hand was a welcome
sound. I released the nameless, well hung opponent and stood up. The
referee took our hands and raised mine for the win as the crowd cheered for
me. I pulled off the green colored, Velcro strip from my ankle and dropped
it to the mat. I looked down at the mat, ignoring the cheering crowd as I
walked off and quickly retreated to the sidelines. I found a chair and
pulled off my headgear, ignoring the congratulatory pats on the back from
my teammates. I did it for Dig, and I did it for Coach. Fuck my old man and
his empty promises.

	Dig pinned his opponent, as expected, and in the end, our team
dominated Canyon High. We shared the showers with their team and I was able
to see the large sausage that I was feeling through my opponent's
singlet. It was easily seven inches when limp and really thick. I couldn't
even imagine how huge it might be boned. He caught me looking at it and
smiled knowingly as if used to getting stares. "Good job out there," he
complimented.

	"Thanks. You had me worried that first period."

	"If you don't mind me asking, what got into you in the second
period? You were completely different. It sort of stunned me."

	"Just something my coach said," I lied.

	"Well whatever it was, it sure made a difference." He shut off his
shower and left to dry off in his team's locker area.

	"What did get into you?" Dig asked. "You were a slug in the first
period, and then you exploded in the second."

	"Your look."

	"What?"

	"The what the fuck look you gave me. It motivated me. I realized by
pouting about my dad not showing up, I was really letting you and the whole
team down. I did it for you as my friend, and I did it for Coach since he
gave me this second chance."

	"Wow. No shit. But your dad never comes, so what's the big deal
about him not being here today?"

	"He promised he'd come today."

	"Oh. Well, I'm sure something important came up," Dig said
awkwardly.

	"Yeah. No doubt. It always does." We finished drying off and
dressing in silence. Dig's father gave us a ride home and was all
encouraging about how I took over in the second period. He kept going on
and on about how I found my zone. When I wasn't giving any return feedback,
he finally shut up.

	"Thanks for the ride, Mr. Michaels," I said as I got out. "See ya,
Dig."

	"See ya." The mood was somber and very awkward.

	I found my key and let myself in. It was dark and a bit spooky. I
tossed my gear bag by the washer and went into the kitchen. I scooped a
large blob of low-fat cottage cheese into a bowl, poured carrot juice over
it and sliced a banana on top - a wrestler's banana split. Normally, I used
orange juice but I had come to crave carrot juice lately. I stripped naked
and took my clothes in by the washer. I pulled out my wrestling gear and
sorted it. I started a load of wash and then plopped down in front of the
TV. I turned on WWE and watched the steroid laden clowns make fools of
themselves entertaining the great unwashed mob of humanity. I wallowed
happily in my self pity. I pulled out my phone and reread the text message
for the umpteenth time. "got stuck in emergency case. good luck. tell me
about it 2nite." I hadn't replied. The saddest part was the time stamp. It
was sent while I was in the showers, well after the meet was over. I held
my finger over the message then pressed delete.

	"Fuck it!" I screamed. "I don't need you to come. I don't need
anybody. Fuck you all!"

	My phone vibrated and I wiped my eyes so I could read it. "Good
news!" it read. "Doctor said recuperation is exemplary. I have full
permission to attend the social function on Saturday. I prayed for your
success this afternoon. I greatly regret I could not attend your athletic
event. Did you prevail? I'm confident you must have. Your friend, William."
I laughed and cried at the same time. "He even texts in nerd speak." I
thought.

	"Ya. I won. Thanks. Glad u r doing better and can go on Sat. hugz
Kyle." I sent back.

      I wiped my eyes, shut off the TV and went upstairs to do my
homework. Around nine, my father came home and found me in the middle of
prepping for Friday's debate meet. I'd called Brenda and we agreed on a
slightly different approach for the affirmative argument, and I was
organizing some notes for my opening argument.

      "Hey son, how'd it go today? You didn't text me back."

      I pushed back and spun around in my desk chair exposing my naked body
to him and said, "Hi."

      He stared at me puzzled and asked. "Are you okay?"

      "Yeah, sure."

      "Why are you sitting around naked and why have you been getting naked
every night since your mother left?" He asked. It seemed like a fair and
reasonable question.

      "Because I like being naked and since no one's ever home to care, I
just do it." The arrow hit the mark judging from his reaction.

      "I see. Are you really mad at me? If it helps, we saved the life of a
young mother this afternoon."

      I spun back around and picked up my notes. "No, it doesn't really
help." I said, "That just adds to my guilt for being upset about you not
showing up. But it doesn't change that I'm pissed about it."

      "Son, I know I said I would be there, but in my profession, you can't
always control when things come up that you just can't walk out on."

      "Yeah. I get it. If you walked out on your patient it would be just
like mom walking out on me and you. I just ..." I got emotional and
couldn't finish.

      "Just what, Kyle?"

      "Nothing. Never mind. I get it. I do. You can't help that your job
sucks, and I just have to deal with not having any parents around. It's
just the hand we're dealt. I'm gonna get some sleep now; I have a debate
meet tomorrow." I got up and walked past him, down the hall and locked the
bathroom door.  I heard him sigh loudly and slam his hand against the wall
before dropping down the stairs into the kitchen. He'd looked tired and
haggard. I really had no idea what he was going through. I knew I should
probably cut him some slack. He couldn't let his team or patients down any
more than I could let my teammates down. But I didn't want to be the bigger
person tonight. I wanted to wallow in my pity a while longer.

      Friday morning came early and I rushed to get out the door and go
running. It helped to clear my head and think clearly about things. I
worked over my debate presentation and hoped I could remember a couple of
the good ideas I'd come up with by the time I got back home to write them
down. This time, Kirk was waiting for me. I smiled and waved as I rounded
the corner and saw him. We jogged evenly up the dirt road to the single
path. He led out on the path and I followed on his heels. He seemed more
excited for the morning jiggle than I did.

      We reached the spot and pulled off our sweatshirts to sit on. He took
off his t-shirt and I was surprised to see him wearing a second shirt. "Why
have you got a second shirt on?"

      "This one's my cum rag," he said smiling and holding up the faded
shirt in his hand. I chuckled.

      "You need one for the gallons you shoot. Wanna do each other's?"

      "Heck ya." We pushed our sweat pants and boxers all the way off and
turned facing each other and he lifted his leg over me and straddled my
legs. He reached in and grabbed my woody and started pulling on it. I
reached in with my hand and returned the favor. It was hot watching us jack
each other's dick like that. I liked the feeling of his bare legs brushing
against mine. With my free hand, I lightly stroked his inner thigh and he
copied my actions on my thigh.

      "You did great in yesterday's meet. Nice finish," I complimented.

      "Yeah, well you were amazing to start the second period. You like
exploded."

      "Thanks. But speaking of exploding, I'm about to already," I said.

      "Yeah, well speaking of a nice finish, I'm ready for one of those
too."

      "Let 'er rip." He got a serious look on his face and tucked his
ankles into my bare sides and squeezed me tightly. He oozed a small puddle
onto the log and then began his barrage of cumshots. Blast after blast
splattered onto my chest, belly and dick, and of course, on our hands. That
triggered the same reaction in me and I jettisoned three, thick blasts of
hot, white sperm onto his lower torso. We both relaxed and slowed our
jerking motions to a lazy pace as we caught our collective breaths. I
reluctantly released his shrinking dick and tasted our sperm casserole.

      "Mmmm. Delish."

      "You eat it?" he asked surprised.

      "Nah, I just like to taste it. It's full of protein and I have to
make weight, so I just sample it." He shook his head.

      Kirk lifted his cum covered hand to his nose and sniffed
suspiciously. Then he stuck his tongue out and licked a bit off his
knuckles. He slid it around with his tongue, shrugged and licked a sizable
glob off the back of his hand. "Interesting," he said with a smile.

      "Hey, Kirk? Can I ask something personal?"

      "Sure."

      "Do you know yet what you are?"

      "Uhhh, like what do you mean?"

      "You know, like if you're gay or straight, or bi, since you've done
it with both dicks and chicks. Do you know for sure how you'll end up for
good?"

      Kirk smiled and studied me for a minute before he said, "I'm
gayraight."

      "Yeah, you are great, but seriously, what do you think you are
sexually?"

      "No. I mean I'm gayraight. Sex with guys is great, sex with girls is
great, sex with my hand is great. If it's sex, it's great. So I'm
gayraight. I hope I stay gayraight forever, but if some hot chick sweeps me
off my feet and tricks me into marriage, so be it. If some hot stud makes
me crazy in love and he's all I wanna be with, so be it. As long as it's
gayraight! But I'm in no rush for all that exclusivity crap."

      I laughed in muted amusement at his cleverness.

      "What about you?" Kirk asked.

      "I don't know. I mean I worry about it kind of. I do know that if I
have to live with a woman like my mother, I'd rather just cut it off. But
then I see Scotty's parents and how in love they are and think that would
be cool to have. I think I could be either. I think about guys a lot,
though, so maybe I'm gay. Do you think about guys?"

      "Like when I jack off you mean?"

      "Yeah, or just like in the lockers or if you see a good looking guy
somewhere."

      "Well, sometimes, I guess." That wasn't really too helpful, but Kirk
had jumped off the log and was wiping up the cum with his extra t-shirt, so
I was forced to give up the conversation. I really wanted to get inside the
heads of other guys - regular guys like Kirk. It's just not an easy
conversation to have though, without risking the wrong idea being taken. I
viewed Kirk as a rare opportunity to explore this with. I wanted to know
what other guys, like Dig and Bodie thought about all the time. How they
knew what they were and wanted to be.

      He finished wiping up and I borrowed the cum shirt to clean myself up
with. He folded the cum-rag t-shirt into thirds and then rolled it up
tightly for the jog home. When we reached the pavement, we split ways,
waved and headed to our respective homes.

      The ride to school with my father was a continuation of the
uncomfortable silence from the night before. Neither of us spoke all the
way to school. We both needed to apologize, but neither of us was willing
to do so. I got out and paused just a minute before closing the door and
shuffling through the gate. The melancholy mood persisted most of the day.

      In the debate meet, my opening remarks were strong and Brenda
complimented me when I sat down. I had remembered the two strong arguments
that had come to me during the morning run and Brenda made note of both of
them. I thanked her and we took notes on the opponent's rebuttal. After
their presentation, Brenda did a cross examination and cut their arguments
to shreds. I was very impressed. In the end, they got to question me and I
got very testy, to the point of arrogance, in my responses. Brenda
chastised me, as did the judge. In spite of my arrogance in the end, we won
the debate easily and our school team won overall as well.

      "You did great today," I told Brenda. "And you look really nice
too. Something's different about you."

      "My aunt is a beauty shop owner, and she did my hair and nails in
celebration of getting contact lenses to replace my glasses." She smiled
shyly. "I didn't think anyone would really notice."

      "Are you kidding? You look really nice. You're very pretty." She
looked away completely unsure of how to accept a compliment on her looks.
I doubt she has ever had many if any at all. She posed while I took her
picture to show William. I told her of his improving condition and she
asked if she could go with me to visit him after school. I explained that
wouldn't be a good idea and blamed it vaguely on his father.

      When I arrived at William's trailer that afternoon, he was outside
walking around in the sunshine. He waved and trotted over to me in his
awkward gait when I rounded the corner. He stopped a couple feet in front
of me, smiling wide and gave me a goofy wave. "I am most elated for your
visitation."

      "Good to see you too. How's it hanging."

      "My genitals are healing superbly, if that was the intent of your
inquiry. Would you like to view them?"

      I looked around embarrassed and was relieved no one seemed to be in
earshot. "Maybe later, dude. I got something way cool to show you." I
pulled up the glamour shot I took of Brenda and showed him. He studied it
for a bit without a reaction.

      "She's missing her corrective lenses."

      "Yeah, she got contacts and look at her new hairstyle. Pretty hot,
huh?"

      "I thought the blue frames of her corrective lenses complimented her
facial structure."

      "Dude, are you serious? She got like a major makeover and all you can
talk about is her glasses. She's wearing makeup, for hel ... heaven's
sake. Doesn't that get you hot for her?"

      "I found no fault in her former appearance. I did not base my
interest in her solely thereon. I am, as you say, hot for her brilliant
mind, superior wit, and exceptional generosity."

      "Okay then. Well, she still has those, just in better packaging, so
it's all good, I guess. Just a hint; on the date, compliment her beauty
instead of her personality. Trust me on that one."

      "I do trust you, Kyle. I trust you very much."

      We walked back to his trailer and I was pleasantly surprised to find
out his old man wasn't home. "Where's your father?"

      "I am unaware of his whereabouts. He did not disclose his destination
when he departed."

      "Well it's nicer when he's not hanging around. So let's see how
you're healing up."

      William brightened and quickly pulled up his sweater while he
unbuckled his belt, flipped his top button, and unzipped. He pushed his
beige pants to the floor and hooked his thumbs in the sides of his briefs
and slid them to the floor like a little boy getting ready to go potty. The
discoloration, though still visible, was greatly improved and was more
yellow than purple. It highlighted the stitches from the incision on his
groin where they removed his nut. The stitches encircling his dick shaft
were also more obvious against the lighter discoloration of the
skin. Looking closely, tiny bits of pubic stubble were popping out here and
there above his dick growing back from being shaved barren. It really was
quite an odd site to see.

      "When do you get the stitches out?"

      "The physician projects removal on Monday. Provided my mother can be
excused to transport me. I shall be most thankful to resume school
attendance on Tuesday."

      "That's great. Before I forget, here's your homework."

      "Thank you. I am most appreciative to receive it. It provides a
welcomed escape from the tedious drudgery of each day." He shuffled over to
his desk and gave me yesterday's work all neatly organized and clipped by
subject and sorted into the order of his school schedule. I stuffed it into
my pack and smirked.

      "You planning on staying half naked like that with your pants down
all day?"

      "No. But I have remained exposed in order to exhibit an additional
feat of great wonder."

      "What's that?" William took his small penis in his fingers and began
stimulating the tip of it. He was careful not to rub over the stitches. It
grew steadily upward until it was fully erect. William released it once it
was erect, and put his hands on his hips and smiled wide.

      "I can achieve an erection absent any discomfort whatsoever!" he
stated proudly. "Look." William gently pinched up and down the shaft of his
erection. "No pain, just pleasurable sensations. You try." He pulled his
hand away and thrust his hips toward me.

      "Uhhh, this is kind of weird." He wrinkled his brow at me in
confusion at my comment. I reached out and pressed his dick between my
thumb and forefinger starting at the base near his remaining nut and pubic
stubble then moved slowly upward along his small shaft. I was very gentle
and skipped over the stitches.

      "Yup, feels like any normal dick." I agreed.

      "Yes! I am most thrilled at the lack of curvature. When the physician
inspected my erection, he somewhat immodestly praised his skillful work. I
am eternally grateful for your father's assistance in referring me to such
a skilled professional. Your father is a wonderful man. You are most
fortunate. I have regained my confidence and hope for a normal sexual
experience in life."

      I couldn't help but think normal was a stretch for any part of
William's life, but a straight dick was certainly a big step in the right
direction. "Was it embarrassing to get an erection in front of the
physician?"

      William looked away and said, "I was not embarrassed for the
physician to see or touch me there, but I was very disturbed at my mother's
presence. She insisted on being present throughout the exam and in
questioning the physician in great detail. It is not proper for a woman and
a mother in particular to see one's penis at my age, especially in an
erectile state."

      "Unless she's your girlfriend or wife," I clarified.

      "Well, a wife most certainly, but not a girlfriend. That would be
highly improper. You are the only person aside from the physicians, and now
my mother, to view my genitalia since reaching puberty. Only you, your
father and the physician have touched it. People I trust."

      "I'm honored. Have you had any wet dreams lately?"

      "I have not had a release of semen since the operation. The physician
was most surprised by this. He is desirous that I manually stimulate myself
after the stitches are removed to verify my capacity to produce semen has
not diminished."

      "I can't imagine going that long. Do your ... I mean, does your
remaining ball ache?"

      "There is merely a slight tenderness lingering." He rolled his
remaining ball in its sac.

      "Dude, I'm happy for you. I hope you can start cumming again soon
without any problem. You'll probably become a total jack off addict once
you can do it without any pain. Heaven knows you've got some catching up to
do."

      He stared at me somewhat amused. I think that's what his expression
was. It's hard to tell sometimes with him exactly what's going on behind
his face. Maybe he was confused and trying to figure out what the hell I
was talking about. I know my language is sometimes as foreign to him as his
is to me.

      William pulled up his pants and we chatted about the debate meet. I
had to give a complete detail by detail report of exactly what was argued
and how it was refuted. I shared my two new arguments with him and he
praised them mightily. He jumped on the internet and found three pieces of
supporting evidence for each of my two new arguments. I praised him as
well. He hadn't had dinner and his mom was working overtime so we walked
together to McDonalds. The kid on the bike stared at us as we walked by.

      Walking back home, I asked him a question, "How come you thought I
was gay when you wanted me to teach you how to jack off before your
operation?"

      He got sullen, which I hadn't intended and looking down he said, "I
apologized for my errant supposition already." I guess he thought I was
still mad about it.

      "I'm not mad; I'm just trying to figure out what it was about me that
gave you that impression."

      He looked at me and finally said, "The choice of pornographic viewing
material displayed on your computer monitor was my primary clue. Also,
certain things you said about your male friends confused me."

      "Like what sort of things?" That comment intrigued me.

      "I do not recollect specific comments. It was a general impression
from our conversations. I also attributed your obsession with self
stimulation and willingness to be naked in front of me as well as your
persistent encouragement for me to expose myself to you as indicators."

      I chuckled, "Man, if self stimulation made you gay, the human race
never would have gotten past the caveman stage."

      "Why have you asked me this question?" William inquired. I was
uncomfortable telling him the truth about my internal struggle with the
issue for some reason, so I lied. I wasn't sure how he would react to it
with his religious bent.

      "No reason, I was just curious if there was like one thing that made
you think it."

      He excused himself to urinate, and I took the opportunity to do
something I had been planning. I checked the labels on several of his
shirts and pants and then went through his shoes until I found a pair with
the size still visible on the side. He startled me when he walked back into
his room and I quickly dropped the shoe.

      "Kyle, tell me about the bonfire party tomorrow. I continue to feel
high anxiety over attending. What are the planned activities?"

      "I doubt Bodie has anything actually planned. There will be a big
bonfire. There will for sure be some great munchies. People will hang out
and talk and maybe dance a bit more. He'll have music going. He mentioned
once about showing a movie outside, on the side of the barn. Besides that,
I'm not sure. We kind of make our own fun. We might play tag or hide and
seek or something. If we do play some games, don't be a party pooper. Join
in and play along."

      "And you remember your covenant to accompany me at all times?"

      "I remember. Don't worry, it'll all be fun. You'll get used to being
comfortable in a social situation with my crowd before we double up for
Fall Formal." William smiled wide. He liked the thought of that.

      When I got home, my father was there to my surprise. I was actually
disappointed in a way since that meant I couldn't get naked. I had actually
gotten a bit horned up by handling Williams repaired dick and had
considered having another little fantasy on the couch. Dad was cooking
dinner and he was pretty funny about it. He had downloaded menus off the
internet for light, low calorie cooking. He grilled a small bit of salmon
and had veggies tossed in an oil and vinegar dressing and steamed. I had to
admit it was all pretty good.

      The conversation was strained at first and I could tell he meant the
meal to be a launching point for discussion. I decided to deliver an olive
branch and help him out saying, "Dad, I know you wanted to be at my meet
yesterday. I know you didn't choose to have to be at work. You did the
right thing to stay and save a life. I'm sorry for making you feel guilty
about that."

      He started to say something but couldn't. Instead he just got all
choked up. He got up and pulled his apron off reaching out to hug me. I
stood up and we embraced. Little tears dripped onto the side of his neck as
we held each other.

      Once he gained some of his composure he spoke into my ear, "Kyle, I'm
sorry. I promised you and I broke that promise. I told you it didn't matter
if I saved the whole world if I lost my son in the process and then on the
very first test, I failed. I planned on leaving. I told my colleagues I had
to leave. They were shocked that I would even consider it. I left the room
and in the hallway, an image of her husband and two young boys filled my
head. One of them was just younger than you and another one looked to be
about twelve. The boy your age looked me in the eye, silently pleading for
me to save his mother. I couldn't walk past him. My feet wouldn't let me."

      "You did the right thing, Dad. I'm sorry I put you in that
position. More tears trickled down my flushed cheeks. I'm really sorry."

      We held each other for a long time. Finally, we separated and I said,
"Dad, I don't want you to ever have to choose between saving a life and
coming to my activities. If you can make it, great. If not, I promise not
to be mad or upset. It's okay. Really. I mean it."

      "Thank you, son. I promise I won't abuse that privilege. Unless it's
really necessary, I will be there for you. I will."

      "So what would you like to do after washing the dishes?"

      "I actually hadn't expected you to be home. To be honest, I thought
about laying around naked and watching TV." I laughed at the look on his
face. "I might be one of those closet nudists."

      "I think you may be, indeed. But if that's what you want to do, I'll
join you."

      "Dad, I was just kidding. Geez. I'm not sure I'm up to seeing you in
the buff. That's sort of a scary thought."

      "Hey. I'm not that out of shape. I still got a two pack left from my
six. I never did look as good as you, but I wasn't bad in my prime. I take
a little pride in passing on some of my handsome, good looks to you."

      "You're whacked. How about if we go to the mall for a bit? I want to
buy some clothes for the bonfire tomorrow."

      "You need special clothes for a bonfire? I thought you'd just go
direct from the dance."

      "I will. They're not actually for me to wear. I want to get something
for William. He's agreed to go with to the bonfire and the doctor said he's
healed enough to go. By the way he said to tell you thanks for all your
help. You can't believe how thrilled he is about having a straightened out
penis."

      "That's wonderful. I was worried he'd be depressed over the loss of
his testicle. I've seen that more than a few times with testicular cancer
patients after they lose one or both."

      "Nah, he really seems fine with that. He counts it a blessing from
God to have one that works and a chance for a normal sex life. But anyway,
can we go? I checked out his sizes on his shirts and pants in his room
while he was in taking a piss. I don't want him to show up wearing slacks
and a blazer, or God only knows what else."

      Dad laughed at the image of William standing around a bonfire in a
group of teenagers all dressed up. "I think that's a very thoughtful
gesture. Help me clean up the table and we'll head out."

      The mall was actually really fun with dad. He was making an effort to
reach out to me. We joked around and he talked me into riding a little pony
ride that he put a couple quarters in. I guess I used to beg to ride them
every time I walked by one. I didn't finish the ride though; I humored him
for a minute or two but then bailed off before someone I knew saw me. Then
he pulled me into Victoria's Secret, to my discomfort and confusion and his
amusement. I mean, mom was gone and I hoped he wasn't already dating. When
the clerk asked him if he needed anything, he said, "Yes, I need one of
those well designed things I've seen in your catalogue that model your
lingerie. All the ones in here are plastic. Do you keep the live ones in
the back? I'll take two; one for me and a little shorter one for my son."

      "Dad, I can't believe you said that in there. Are you like 13 again?
Oh my God, are you planning on going home and making prank telephone calls,
too?" I was shaking my head, but busting up inside as I dragged him away
down the mall concourse. He obviously loved making me squirm while
entertaining me at the same time.

      I found a simple, brown t-shirt and some not too tight jeans in the
Active store that I didn't think would be too hard to convince William to
wear. I picked out a pair of purple Nikes, but my dad wisely suggested I
reconsider and buy some simple, black Vans and tossed in some ankle socks
to go with them. My dad pulled out his credit card at the counter, but I
refused. "I want it to really be from me. I'll pay," I insisted. He asked
to let him buy a hoody for William since it would probably get cold out on
the ranch.

      Back at home, we did some needed housework together and then dad got
on his computer, and I watched some TV. About nine o'clock he shocked me
again by walking into the TV room stark naked. He handed me a frozen yogurt
snack and a glass of cold ice water. He sat on the couch and took a
spoonful of yogurt and asked, "What are we watching?"

      "Why are you naked?"

      He smiled at me and said. "Well, I like being naked and since it's
just me and one other nudist in the house, I figured why not?" He was
twisting my own words on me from when he asked me that same question in my
room the night before.

      "Are you okay? You've been acting really weird tonight. You might be
taking the whole apology thing a little far here."

      "I'm fine. I just decided it's been way too long since I relaxed and
cut loose a little bit and had some genuine fun with my boy. I used to be a
lot of fun in my day. The whole reserved and respectable physician persona
and especially your mother's obsession with our image put a real damper on
my wild side."

      I shook my head and ate my yogurt. For an old guy, I had to admit he
didn't look half bad naked. It gave me hope for when I got to be that
old. I thought about Scotty's household and I wondered if it had ever been
weird for him to see his dad naked. I supposed not since he grew up with it
that way. After a while, I pulled my shirt off, stood up and peeled my
pants and boxers down and stepped out of them. I left my socks on so my
feet would stay warm. My dad and I grinned at each other and I settled back
into the couch and finished my yogurt.

      When the show ended, we both agreed it was time for some sleep. He
picked up my yogurt dish and water glass and then offered a hand to pull me
up. "Thank you Kyle. I was worried I had ruined our relationship forever by
not keeping my promise yesterday."

      "Nah, I was just wallowing in my pity. I really do understand. It's
nice to know you really cared enough to do the special dinner. And, the
whole getting naked thing, it's weird, but it really made a statement that
you're willing to support whatever I choose to do. Thanks." We smiled and
wanted to hug, but the being naked thing was awkward.

      "Well, maybe not everything you might choose to do, but certainly
anything that isn't harmful, illegal or dangerous." We stood there moving
our arms in slow motion and leaning in and then back out again for a minute
until dad said, "Oh to hell with it. Come here." He set the dishes on the
TV tray and pulled me into his warm body. His chest hairs tickled my
chest. We wrapped our hands around each other's backs and enjoyed the
bonding moment. It wasn't sexual in any form. It was a special bond of love
between a father and a son. Though our loins touched, they did not stir. I
will never forget the powerful bonding experience of that brief but
meaningful hug. The surge of peaceful emotion that ran through my body was
quite possibly more memorable than any orgasm I had ever felt. Well, except
maybe my very first one. I mean, no one ever forgets that.

      Saturday, I rushed over to William's house.  I wondered what his
reaction would be to the new clothes. I wrapped them to make it seem like a
get well gift so he wouldn't think it was charity. Mrs. Thames let me in
with a smile. William was on his computer, as usual. "Hello, Kyle. I did
not expect your visitation this early?"

      "Just wanted to come see you and bring you a little get well gift."
He smiled and got fidgety.

      "What is it?" He asked with childlike excitement.

      "Open them and see." I was nervous in case he wouldn't like them. I
held my breath as he carefully peeled the tape free of the wrapping
paper. My impatience mounted as he unwrapped the package. He was dissecting
it more carefully than I had wrapped it. What's the fun in that? I'm a
ripper-opener and I wanted desperately to jump in and start tearing the
paper like a five year old at a friend's birthday party.

      Finally, he pulled the t-shirt from the paper and held it up. I was
relieved when he let a grin spread over his lips. "It's one of those play
shirts like you wear. Thanks."

      I smiled and said, "You're welcome."

      He was equally happy about the jeans, but he was ecstatic about the
shoes. It made me feel so good to see how excited he was for the new
clothes. He immediately stood, pulled off his clothes, and put on the new
stuff.  He pulled the jeans up high on his hips and said, "I must apply a
belt to secure my trousers."

      "No, dude. They're supposed to sag like that. They sit on your hips
and show off the waistband of your boxers." He let them settle back down
and wrinkled his lips looking at the elastic band of his white briefs, "I
consider this current fad ridiculous and crude."

      "Just try it for tonight at the bonfire, Okay? Only, do you have
anything besides white briefs you can wear?"

      "I will appease you this one night and engage in the fad. But, I do
not own anything but white briefs. The doctor instructed me and my mother
that I should wear only these for the period of my recovery for support to
my remaining testicle as well."

      "Well, I got these boxer briefs and they're cool and still support
you. Here, wear these and I'll wear a pair of your briefs home and we can
trade back later." I pulled off my pants and my Tommy Hilfigers and put on
a pair of his tighty-whities. They felt odd on me and catapulted me back to
when I was like eight years old and wore them every day.  They bunched up
my balls into my groin. He reluctantly accepted my underwear and said he
would wash them before putting them on.

      We played a game of chess and his mom made us a bowl of soup for
lunch. I headed home to get some chores done around the house, which I did
in the nude since dad wasn't home. I might have done them nude even if he
was home since he didn't seem to care if I was naked. I showered and pulled
on my favorite, blue No Fear t-shirt and jeans. I splashed on some cologne
and watched some baseball until my ride came. I jumped in Bodie's mom's
Suburban and she took us to pick up Dig and afterwards we picked up our
girlfriends.

      When I picked up Gina, I was impressed with how nice she looked. She
had a nice, blue, tight-fitting top on with sparkly lettering across her
accented boobs. The neckline showed just enough cleavage to get me
excited. It was perfectly cut, low enough to appeal to her date, but high
enough to appease her dad. I was laughing when Rochelle and Dig got in the
van wearing matching, teal t-shirts. "Nice shirts," I chided as Dig climbed
in the van. He turned and reached a hand to help Rochelle in and put his
other hand behind his back and flipped me off. We all crowded in the back
so no one had to sit alone in the front passenger seat. Gina was squished
up against my left side and Dig pressed into my right. I was conflicted by
Gina's awesome boobs on the left and Dig's amazing dick, which was already
bulging in his tight jeans, on my right. It was oddly stimulating to be
pressed against their flesh and my own dick started uncomfortably pressing
against my fly.

      The dance was pretty well attended. It had a rainbow theme and there
was a giant rainbow plastered against the back wall of the gym using
colored plastic. Multi-colored balloons drifted in the air, kept floating
at different heights by weights on the ends of colored ribbon. Some were
clear up to the ceiling and a couple drifted down to where Goob could reach
them. He caught hold of a couple and between songs, he popped them. He was
very pleased with the shrieks of the girls standing around him when he did
it. "Shooter! Get down!" someone yelled after Goob's second balloon cannon
went off. The chaperones weren't amused and warned him if he did it again
he was gone. Some nerds and a few freshmen actually had hit the ground in a
panic.

      We all hung together during the dance and chatted while we listened
to the music. Goob and Kirk joined in with us with their dates and we were
having a great time. Once in a while, we would bust a move out and
occasionally we would pair off and dance a whole dance together as boy
girl. Mostly, though, we stood in our little circle of friends and
chatted. When the first slow dance played, Dig grabbed Rochelle and wrapped
himself around her. They swayed and groped and groped and swayed. Every now
and then, they skipped the swaying and just did the groping. Twice, a
chaperoning teacher separated them when the hands started going up
underneath the shirts. I imagined all Dig could think about was getting
laid. He had obvious wood in his pants for anyone to see that was paying
any attention to it at all.

      I saw Brenda there with Curtis. They did not make a good pair. She
was so much taller than him that on the slow dances, his head was exactly
tit high. When he would make an attempt to lean into them, she would guide
him backwards with her forearms draped over his shoulders. It was almost
comical. I'd had that experience back in 7th and 8th grade dances, but
thankfully I had grown some and Gina was just barely taller than me. Brenda
was stunning with a wholesome and simple beauty emanating from her
presence.

       Gina turned out to be a pretty good date. She looked pretty
hot. Even though her social status was sort of B list, she looked hotter
tonight than most A listers. She even put a little glitter in her hair or
something, because it kind of sparkled in the colored spotlights. The DJ
mixed in some oldies stuff. When he played a swing beat, big band song, I
grabbed Gina and asked if she could swing. One thing my mother did for me
was teach me to dance. After I refused to go to the fruity dance class she
wanted me to attend in place of wrestling, she made me at least learn some
basic dance steps from her. I could swing, waltz and two step. I showed
Gina the basic left, right, step-step of the swing and she picked it right
up. Then I mixed in a twirl under my arm. I taught her a couple more basic
moves and pretty soon we had a crowd circling us as we were kicking it. A
few other couples tried copying us. Later, a couple girls requested some
more big band so they could try it again and Gina and I were like teaching
a whole group how to do it. It was crazy fun.

      On the slow dances, I enjoyed pressing against her soft body and my
cheek lay in the base of her neck. I could glance downward at the
tantalizing crevice of her cleavage and I imagined slipping my tongue
between those bulging globes of flesh. It gave me a full on boner and I
wondered if she could feel it pressed against her leg. She smelled really
nice and I rubbed my hand up and down her back a little. She sort of melted
into me when I did that. On about the third or fourth slow song, we only
parted slightly, just enough to look into each other's faces and she closed
her eyes. I tenuously moved upward and pressed our lips together. She
kissed back and I thought my dick might bust right through my jeans. As we
separated, she opened her eyes and smiled beautifully. I smiled back and we
walked hand in hand over to get some punch. As we passed Goob, he puckered
out his lips and made kissy sounds. Without even looking over at him, I
swung the back of my hand hard and fast into his crotch, smacking his
balls. He let out a laughing groan and doubled over. But what Gina and I
did on our last slow dance really got me fired up.

      Dig kept bugging Bodie to call his mom and have her come get us for
the bonfire. He was so randy, I thought he might cream his pants right
there on the dance floor. I swear he was growing horns, he wanted it so
bad. The two of them were hanging all over each other. It was kind of
disgusting. All the guys in our circle were making little innuendo jokes
about them all night. "When Rochelle dropped her napkin by the refreshment
table," I told Kirk, "I hurried and picked it up for her. I was afraid if
she bent over, Dig might just whip it out and start humping her right
there." Kirk laughed out loud over that one. The girls wanted to know what
was so funny, but we waved it off.

      Finally, Bodie relented and about 20 minutes before the dance was
scheduled to end, our group piled into his mom's Suburban and headed
home. We all smelled of a mixture of dried sweat and excess cologne. Dig
was fidgeting. I smiled at it. Gina was holding my hand and we had
definitely broken the ice of the first date jitters after what happened on
the dance floor. I liked holding her petite hand in my large one. I liked
that she liked being with me. I felt a little ashamed of thinking about her
as a B list date. I was as happy to be with her as I would have been with
any cheerleader or prom queen. It also helped when Bodie mentioned in the
bathroom how hot she looked and wondered how he'd never really noticed her
around before. He teased me about having some of her glittery stuff from
the lettering across her tits rubbed off on the shoulders of my shirt. I
told him about my urge to stick my tongue between her breasts on a slow
dance. He dared me to do it. It was so trippy talking about something like
that while standing next to my long time buddy and holding our dicks in our
hands at the urinal. As we washed up, he dared me again in his usual "throw
caution to the wind" attitude.

      On the very next slow dance before we left, I got the courage to tell
her what Bodie had dared me to do. I played it off like it was Bodie being
his crazy, "out there" self and kind of chuckled nervously about it. She
gave a nervous laugh and then ventured into dangerous territory and coyly
asked, "would you really want to do that?"

      "Well, kind of, sure. I mean, you're really pretty and you really do
have a hot pair of breasts, and I am a guy after all."

      She looked around and said, "Go ahead if you want, no chaperones are
nearby."

      "Really?" I asked, incredulous at the opportunity.

      "Just do it kind of quick so we don't get caught."

      I gulped, wondering what I had gotten myself into. Suddenly, I felt
like my mouth was full of cotton and worried my tongue would be so dry it
would get stuck in there. I got this horrible image flashing through my
brain of me having to grab both breasts in my hands and pry my tongue back
out from between her breasts while everyone around us pointed and
laughed. I forced myself back to reality, and I glanced around, nervously
catching Bodie's eye. It was if we mentally communicated and he grinned at
me and gave me an urging nod and flicked his tongue out at me. I turned my
head in straight and tilted my chin downward. As if in slow motion, my
tongue travelled between my teeth, spread my lips and pressed into her
divide. I injected it as far as was possible, savored the erotic
naughtiness of it and quickly extracted it. Gina shuddered and pressed her
groin into my erection. I looked up at her and grinned like a little boy
who'd just stolen his first kiss. I laid my head against her neck and saw
Bodie grinning from ear to ear. He turned his date's back to me and gave me
two thumbs up with his hands that were sliding up and down her backside.

      I gave Bodie's mom directions to the trailer park and William was
waiting anxiously out front by the curb. I'd sent him a text when we were
almost there as he had asked me to do. He looked almost normal in the
Active clothes I'd bought for him. Later, at the bonfire, he confided in me
that he had worn them all day. He showed everyone in the Suburban his
shoes. That totally pleased me. He sat in the front seat and kept turning
around and smiling at me. Bodie's mom made small talk with him and she
struggled not to grin and smirk at his nerdy, verbose responses. It was
turning out to be a great night. I even contemplated a little making out at
the bonfire since I thought Gina might be okay with it after the tongue
incident. I was hopeful things would keep going as well as they had been
and this would be a night to remember.

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This was meant to be one chapter, but it ran too long. The next chapter is
completed and ready to post and I will post it in a couple of days after
everyone has had a chance to read this one. They need to be read in close
succession without too large of a gap in between. Hold any email comments
until after you read the next chapter. Thanks for reading and I hope you
enjoy it. -- Hans Schreiber.