Date: Thu, 11 Dec 2008 13:58:51 -0800 (PST)
From: D One <doned88@yahoo.com>
Subject: Quite Normal

Sean fantasized about a hot, athletic, blonde man with blue eyes, muscled
chest and big hands ripping open the white shirt he was forced to wear,
ignoring his tie and grabbing his nipples turning him into a whimpering
hard cock'd lad ready for whatever the guy wanted him for.

He'd kneel to lick and suck the mans hardness or let himself be lifted on a
counter or shelf so his removed trousers allowed anal entrance and hard
fucking making him knock over books and nick nacks while gallons of white
cream shot up inside him to the point it flowed up his body and dribbled
out the corners of his mouth.

He panted. The fantasy, though imagined time and time again, made hsi body
tighten, his back arch and his toes curl before his gut released streams
into the air.

Jokes in school about cock sucking, butt boys and boy slaves as well as
name calling that included fag, queer and asshole didn't bother him. That
was the way his peers talked to and about each other.

Their largest rebellion against the school authority was not wearing
undershirts so their brown nipples and sun tanned skin shown through their
obligatory white shirts.

He knew there was nothing unusual about this classmates let alone him. Even
the fact he had come to accept about his own sexual identity didn't bother
him. Afer all for him and others he schooled with, sexual activity was
limited to jokes, personal fantasies and countless self satisfaction.

Sean was gay. He knew it. The joy of seeing, evaluating and fantasizing
about men replaced any shame, fear or self hatred. He was lucky to have
liberal parents, open minded siblings and an intelligence that knew he was
born to be what he was.

"Hey nice ass kid" the voice was deep. He didn't turn around. Sean was used
to such comments from older kids at school trying to get a rise out of
him. Besides he knew his butt was what many called a "bubble". Even his
aging Aunts would pat him on the hiney and say similar though less crude
things.

"Shouldn't you get a looser suit?" His mother said "One that uh doesn't
... well fits you better"

He stood looking at himself in the mirror along side his brother and
sisters. They all modeled the swim suits they had chosen. Sean wanted on
that looked like those the Olympic swimmers wore.

"Shit you may as well be naked" Thomas chidded him. Their mother smacked
him on the head "stop cursing" she said.

Sean posed and adjusted his speedos so a few pubic hairs appeared. His
buttocks protrusion was visiable as he turned sideways.

"OK Mom" he retrieved a looser fitting pair of shorts and hid the speedos
until he could slip them into a bag. Yes he shoplifted them. It was for the
times he could wear them away from his family.

"You whacking off again?" Thomas said in the darkness of their room. Sean
stopped jacking off and pretended to be sleeping.

Eventually he heard Thomas begin to do the same thing and he tried to
silently resume. Neither brother said anything. Their muffled moans and
groans gave them away until their bodies tired and sleep took them both
into the dreamed encounters they wouldn't admit to each other and provded
wet spots to be discovered in the morning.

"Hey come over and we can mdo stuff" Connor said. Sean knew the coded
message meant some lying, bragging and eventual erection comparision
finalized by some masturbation games. The guys all did it. Nobody would
admit to it of course.

Thomas had graduated and told him life away from the parents, the religious
high school and their hometown was great. The girls all wanted to blow him,
he said. Sean wanted to ask "what about the guys?" but he dared not.

Eventually he knew he would have to say something private to Thomas before
he told his parents. But that would be years, he hoped, away.

"Hey bubble butt" for some reason Sean turned around. He was a senior then
and there were no older students to pick on him. In fact more then once, he
stopped his classmates from picking on the younger ones, especially the
cute ones that got similar name calling he remembered receiving.

It was Trike, one of his classmates Sean had known for years. "What are you
up to Friday?"  Trike was always friendly but hadn't ever included him in
any discussion or get together.

A few special guys are sleeping over, pizza, Gallectica shows and" now he
whispered "got some smoke and beer".

"Uh yea sure" Sean said feeling at last like an older guy instead of a kid
in high school.

"And maybe some other stuff" Trike smiled and moved close as he patted
Sean's butt.

"Hey" Sean said but it wasn't loud or angy.

"It's ok, man we're all into it" Trike said.

How the boy knew he was gay confused Sean. Was Trike saying he too was gay
and the others there would be too? Had they done things together over the
years? Sean hadn't even touched the friends he jacked off with, not even
letting his bare legs touch them.  If Trike was talking about what he
thought, how did he know Sean would be willing?

For the class hours and days left in the week, Sean tried to get more
glimpses of Trike, how he moved, what he looked like. He even snuck into
the gym bleachers to spy on Trike wearing regulation gym class shirt and
shorts.

To his delight the class was playing "murder ball" a dodge ball type of
game and Trike was on the skins team, meaning he was shirtless. As he
watched. Sean's penis became a cock, hard and throbbing in his trousers.
And to his delight he saw the light reflected off a metal object that
seemed attached to or hanging from one of Trike's nipples.

Wearing jewelry wasn't allowed. Not even the girls could wear showy ear
rings. They could wear studs. Boys weren't even allowed to wear puka shell
necklaces or rings; only watched were allowed.

Trike had pierced a nipple. Sean was sure he had to hide it from his
parents as well as the school. He guessed the coach didn't care since he
obviously hadnt' told the administration that one of the students had a
nipple ring.

Sean masturbated several times that afternoon and evening thinking about
shirtless Trike and his nipple ring. As Sean pinched his own nipple his
cock drooled as if triggered by the new sensation.

Friday came and to his delifght, Sean's parents didn't question him going
to Trike's for the sleepover party. He felt older as he rode his vespa down
the street in the dark.

"Honey wear something white" His mother called after him. He pulled the
white like sweater on for warmth and visability in the darkness. It made
sense so it wasn't a kid doing what his mother said.

Trike was smiling as he opened the door. He was shirtless. The gold metal
was totally visable now and there were two of them. One gold ring hung from
each nipple.

"Yea got em last summer" Trike said seeing Sean staring. "Folks don't know"
he added.

There weren't others inside the house. Sean wondered if Trike had tricked
him. Would they get drunk and naked and fuck like he fantasized about for
what seemed like a lifetime?

"Downstairs" Trike led the way to the family room in the basement where
four other guys from their class were already partying.

He nodded or said hi to them. Connor was there. He was the only one Sean
really knew. All the others like Trike, Sean had seen, some for years and
one or two were transfer students.

"Shit no shirt no tie no coats" Trike toasted their freedom from
school. The others, including Sean raised their glasses and drank from
them. Sean didn't really like the taste of beer. Thomas had given him his
first one and told him eventually he'd get used to it and want it all the
time.

He drank it down like a cold coke on a summer day. The others cheered him
for guzzling and Trike gave him a full glass.

"I thought you were a live wire" he said.  The basement was warm. Sean
thought that was the reson that Trike and some others were shirtless and
Connor and another kid were stripped to their boxer shorts.

He pulled his sweater and undershirt off too, feeling free, acceptable and
sexy s Trike's arm lay across his newly bared shoulders.

"Men tonight, anything goes. Whatever you wanna do we do, nobody tells
anyone tomorrow, agreed?"

They raised their glasses again and yelled "Agreed" loud. Sean felt the
hand on his butt patting him the entire time.

"OK who goes first?"

The game was truth or dare and it took those gathered to a level of
personal revelation and action that began the rest of Sean's life.

"I haven't ever" He answered truthfully to the question of how many times
he had sex with another person.

"Bullshit" Trike charged "not even jacking off a guy?"

Sean shook his head. He felt the blush of embarassment.

"We'll have to change that" one of the others said and got a laugh.

"Hell that's why we're all here" it was Connor said getting more laughter.

Sean wondered had he wasted those j/o sessions with him? Could he have
indeed reached over and touched the other guys cock like he fantasized or
been jacked by him?

The Glacctica shows gave an excuse to darken the room lights. He felt
Trike's hand on his waist unbuttongin his jeans all the way down. He
wiggled his way out of them until his bare thigh touched Trike's and felt
the boys hand resting there.

His cock had tented the jockey shorts. It was dark so he didn't try to hide
it.

"Got a special tape, from my Dad's dresser" Trike said inserting the old
tape into a machine. The roomfull of horny young men made comments but then
got quiet as they watched the two naked men and one woman.

Most, like Sean had seen some porno on the internet but never in public
with others and never on a huge TV screen.

Cocks that weren't hard got hard. Fingers stroked or felt skin, some their
own and others each other in the darkness.

Breathing could be heard.

Sean felt Trikes hand under his shorts fumbling at first but he spread his
legs and sighed as the first touch of another hand was felt on his erection
and balls.

Nobody said anything as the light of the screen illuminated Connor now on
the floor facing another guy. His head moved. And the gasps and moans told
everyone the boy was providing a sensous blow job.

Again, Sean wondered if he could have been that guy had he been more brave
when he and Connor spent private time watching each other masturbating.

"Come on" Trike whispered.

He saw the boys cock sticking out of his boxers insteead of tenting like
his own cock did. They moved through a curtain into the total darkness of
another room.

Their the touched each other, explored, felt, stroked, pet and urged each
other's underwear off.

Sean couldn't believe he was naked with another guy. Only Thomas had been
in the same room with him when he was naked. Of course there were thsoe
brief times in the locker room but there few guys would look at each other
for fear they'd be thought queer.

He felt the arms around him and the muscled back his own arms
encircled. Their lips pressed, slobbered and explored each other. Their
cocks squeezed between their flat bellies.

Sean didn't know what to do next. Trike didn't seem to be as confused as
they kissed, pinched.

"Pull em hard" Trike whispered feelign Sean's fingers on his nipple
rings. Sean tugged and felt Trike's kissing get harder.

Their tongues invaded each other's mouths. "Here" Trike said pushing Sean
back on to some kind of box or shelf.

His mouth moved down Sean's body and soon was licking his balls and
cock. "Don't cum yet" he instructed.

Sean held back despite the pain in his gut. He felt his legs lifted and
Trike's tongue under his balls then across his butthole. He almost orgasm'd
immediately.

"Not yet" Trike said a little louder then a whisper.

Sean wondered if the others heard them, if they knew what they were doing,
if Connor wished they had done this.

"It's gonna hurt a bit, just keep breathing"

It hurt more then a littel bit. Sean stiffled the sounds of his reaction
less the other guys knew he was letting Trike fuck his ass. He was a
queer. This is what queers did, he knew.

Then as if some kind of switch was tripped, Sean got suddenly hornier then
he had ever been before. Things dropped as he bounced on the cock that was
inside him. It didn't hurt so much as turned him on further.

He heard Trike's panting and muttering. He felt the boys arms holding him
as his hip thrusting made Sean bounce like a little kid held up only by the
cock inside him.

"Shit you guys were really goin at it' Connor said. He was standing there
naked. His hand held his own hard cock.

Sean and Trike moved back into the main room. They too were still naked,
holding their discarded underwear.

"He's one hot fucker" Trike said.

"Told you" Connor said.

Sean looked at Connor. "how did he know?" he wondered.

"My turn" Connor took Sean's hand and led him to the couch. Sean was still
reacting to the sensations he had gotten moments ago. He leaned across the
back of the couch and felt Connor slide into his cum lubricated asshole.

It didn't feel odd, weird or anything but natural.

Sean was gay.