Date: Thu, 2 Oct 2014 20:29:31 -0500
From: Brett Lord <cornfedgay@outlook.com>
Subject: Corn fed Gay- Chapter 1

Disclaimer: This story is fiction.  Some of the things that happened or
will happen with Brent, Jake, & future characters are inspired by bits and
pieces of my life. Parts of all characters are fictional as well. All other
characters were made up and any similarities are just coincidental.  This
is gay romance between teenage boys, there may be sex, but for the most
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Corn Fed Gay- Chapter 1

Stroke... Stroke... Stroke.... Gasping for air as I turned my head to the
side and choked down as much air is I could inhale. My mind was willing my
body to push itself harder.Pulling harder kicking harder. All I could think
of (other than getting as much air into my body) was how much I hated Coach
right that minute. He had been pushing us hard for the last couple of
weeks. It was mid-season meaning it was a week before Christmas break. Of
course the team wasn't at all interested in what the Coach had been
preaching. "Hard work produces good results". We had two meets that week in
front of us.That was why he was being an asshole to us. He had pushed us
into longer more intense practices. By the end of the practice I could
hardly pull my aching body out the the water. Legs burning, arms numb ( if
you were ever on the swim team at your school you know what I'm talking
about). I wasn't looking forward to the meets that week as they were both
away meets. Which meant both would be long nights because of the bus
travel. Even later dinner and even later homework.

The water slipped over my body that was freshly shaved and only caught on
the waistband of my little black speedo. I secretly loved wearing it (but
complained about it with my fellow team mates). As I turned my head for air
I could see my teammates undergoing the same agony that I was, each of us
desperately wanting practice to be over. When I dipped my head back into
the water I could see the guys in the adjoining lanes keeping up with me
and me keeping up with them. I could also see the occasional bulge in the
speedos they were wearing which gave my mind a little thrill. After two
hours of practice I pulled my tired aching body out the the water (we had
only been doing one and half hours up to this point thus I told you Coach
had been pushing us harder). I sat for a moment on the ledge with my legs
still in the water. I glanced to my right to see if Jake had pulled himself
out of the pool. He had just pulled his taut hairless body out on to the
edge. Jake had been subject to my wanting leers all this season and
last. He had filled out very well over the summer in all the important
areas and was much better to look at now. He was always cute, but now he
had grown hot and hung. I enjoyed getting a glance in his direction before
and after practice in between his underwear and his speedo and vise
versa. Jakes cock had become something of a fantasy jerk-off material each
night before I went to sleep.

Before I go any farther let me introduce myself, Brent, I'm in the eighth
grade, and on the junior high swim team. We lived in the central
Midwest. My Dad is a farmer and my Mom is a High School Home Economics
teacher. I also have one younger sister named Marie. She is three years
younger than me and in the sixth grade. We live on a 150 acre farm which is
mostly fields except for the house and barns and a 5 acre pasture for our
show horses. We lived in a small close knit farming community and our farm
is only about two miles from town where the junior/senior High School is.

I've known for a while I felt different from the other boys at school and
even my friends.  I had figured out over the summer what gay meant and why
I had felt different all this time. It was the early 90's and I lived in a
sheltered area. I had heard of the information superhighway but we didn't
even have a home computer with a modem. So any information about "Gay" came
from newspapers and magazines. It wasn't much. I remember how relieved and
disturbed I was when I figured out what was wrong with me. That was how it
had been explained in a newspaper article. I guess I was lucky our church
preacher didn't talk about the "Gays" in his weekly sermons now that I look
back on it. I knew I was gay but I couldn't say it or even think of telling
anyone. So for now It was my secret identity.

Back to swim practice...

By now we had dragged our tired asses down to the locker room and were at
various stages of undress. Some of the guys were doing typical horsin
around, others just kept to ourselves. I was one of those, mainly for fear
of popping a boner in front of the guys. That would have been a fate worse
than death. It didn't stop me from stealing glances of my teammates from
time to time. Jake's locker was about 10 feet from mine and there were two
other guys in between us. Jake and I did not run in the same circle
therefore we were not friends only team mates. We had a cordial interaction
as I had with most of my teammates. This particular day Tuesday afternoon
was like any other. I pulled down my speedo and let my dick and balls
breath and expand after being inside the tight speedo for 2+ hours. I had
matured rather quickly and early and with that came a dusting of pubes
around my dick, a light treasure trail and some hair in my armpits. The
treasure trail and my armpits are what I referred to before about the
shaving part for pool speed. I was one of the taller boys in my class at
5'-8". Most of the guys on the team were a varying states of maturing.

I hung my suit and goggles in my locker and sat down on the bench in front
of my locker. The bench was cold on my bare ass. I glanced to my right to
see what state of undress Jake was in. The two teammates in between us were
both naked and talking. Their little dicks bounced as they talked and were
generally unimpressive in presence. I Looked past them at Jake, he wasn't
paying any attention to the scene around him. I looked just as he was
pulling down his black speedo, that he looked so good in, as he did the
wonderful dick I had been fantasizing about unrolled from it captivity and
hung down about six inches soft. I was in visual heaven.  It was a meaty
tube that was cut and had a large mushroom head and behind it were to golf
ball sized testicles that hung loosely in their sack. I felt my dick jump
and quickly looked down at myself knowing I was about to have a problem. I
glanced back quickly towards Jake as I covered myself with my hands by
leaning my elbows down on my legs. As my eyes focused on Jake and his
massive man meat he was starting to towel himself dry. He hadn't noticed my
leer, thank god, once again. I knew I was taking a chance by watching him
and the other guys on the team, but I couldn't help myself. I needed to
look. I desperately needed to touch someone elses dick other than my own
dick.

I decided I needed to get dressed otherwise I would be sitting here
alone. That would be weird.  I pulled on my gray bikini briefs that I love
to wear. I grabbed my jeans and as I was pulling them on while I stole
another glance. I looked in Jakes direction and my eyes met his. "Oh my
God, my world just ended". I instinctively looked away quickly not knowing
if I should have acknowledged him or not when our eyes met. I decided I had
looked enough today. I finished getting dressed and gathered up my gear. I
headed for the locker room door, not paying attention. Actually I lost in
thought about that magnificent cock that belonged to Jake. The next thing I
knew I slammed into none other than Jake himself.

I instinctively said "Sorry dude, my bad".

He said "No worries man I wasn't watching where I was going"

He smiled at me. I thought I would melt right there into a puddle. He
allowed me to leave the locker room first and Jake was close
behind. Nothing else was said as we exited. As we were walking up the
stairs to the pool area Jake started to speak then hesitated.

"Brent, I know you've been watching me".

I didn't know how to respond, time stood still and I couldn't turn my head
to look at Jake. "Oh my god he has caught me looking before. I might just
die right here. Might as well my life is over. First he's going to beat me
to a pulp. Then he will tell everyone in the school. My meager life will be
over. They don't need more of a reason to pick on me. Shit I fucked up big
time". I said in my head.

"Uh...uh...I..I..I'm...um...sorry"

I looked at Jake, waiting for my punishment, but it never came. I was
completely mortified at the situation. He fidgeted a little and then
started to speak.

"Dude don't be sorry". Then he winked and walked on ahead of me. I slowly
walked forward lost in thought. "Did I just see and hear him correctly"? My
dick had started to expand and it took me a minute to realize how turned on
I was by the situation. What was he saying when he said "Dude don't be
sorry"? Did he like the attention? Was he gay too? No way that couldn't be
it. Was it? Shit my brain is fucked.

I walked out of the pool and down the hall towards the outer door. Jake was
already outside and probably gone. I pushed the door open and the frigid
December hit my face. It burned my hot face. I spotted mom's car and headed
that way. I opened the door and stepped into the warmth.

"Hey mom"

"Hi Brent, how was practice"?

"Um... it was ok. Coach pushed us hard"

"I imagine so, two hours is a long practice. Especially after an hour and a
half practice before school"

"Tell me about it mom, it's kicking my but. I'm exhausted and I still have
to study for a world geography test for tomorrow".

"Well lets get some dinner in you so you can get started"

Mom drove us out to the farm pulling into the driveway I noticed dad had
piled the fresh 12 inches of snow we got two day before along the drive
clearing a good path for the vehicles.

"looks like dad was busy today"?

"Yep he was on the tractor all afternoon digging out the farm. I think he
piled enough snow so you and Marie could make a snow fort".

"Mom, I don't have time for that. Too much to do".

"Well maybe you two will have some time to play in the snow this
weekend. The weatherman said it would be cold enough for it to stay on the
ground".

Mom pulled into the garage and we got out. Just before going into the house
I realized my hair was dripping down my neck. My hair frequently will
freeze in place if it's too wet from practice. That's how cold it was
outside. I guess it melted in the car's heat. Mom grabbed the back of my
hair and said.

"Your hair is soaking wet son. Did you dry off at all after getting out of
the pool"

"Geesh mom, yes I did"

"Apparently not enough. Go dry off in the bathroom then come down for your
dinner. It's in the microwave. We already ate".

"Ok be right back".

I hauled my tired body upstairs to our bathroom that I shared with my
sister. I started toweling my hair dry and realized I still smelled like
chlorine. I decided I need a quick shower before dinner. I kicked off my
shoes and pulled my sweatshirt over my head. I unbuttoned my jeans and slid
them down my thighs, dropping them in a pile. I turned toward the vanity
mirror and looked at my self. I admired how good my gray briefs look huggin
my thin hips. I liked the bulge my dick made in my briefs. Of course it was
nothing like Jakes bulge. That triggered a rush of memories of just twenty
minutes ago. My mind thought of how his giant cock looked rolled up into
into the black swim speedo we wore. I saw him pulling the speedo down and
watching it fall out. Then reverse as he pulled it on. Back and forth, back
and forth in my head. God he was so hot. My thoughts moved up over the
smooth taut stomach with a hint of developing ab muscles, up over his firm
pecs with the little round nipples. my thoughts landed on the beautiful
teddy bear brown eyes framed by his sandy brown hair.

I realized my dick was hard rolled up in my briefs and my right hand was
lightly rubbing my dick through the fabric. I pulled the front of my briefs
down and my rigid dick sprang up to it's usual location. It throbbed and
bounced with my heart beat. I was so horny, I didn't think it would take
very long to release this load that had built up from the situation with
Jake. Looking back at the mirror I liked how my hard dick pointed up
towards my hint of abs I was getting from swimming so much.

I walked over to the tub and turned on the shower. All the while lightly
stroking my hard shaft. Once the water was hot I got in. The hot water felt
so good on my tired shoulders. As the hot water ran down my body it tickled
slightly and only added to my condition. I grabbed the bar of soap and
lathered up my hands. I wrapped my fingers around my rigid dick that was
begging for release and started to jack it. It felt so good as my fingers
passed over my throbbing head. back and forth the length of it. I felt that
it wouldn't last too much longer. I took my other lathered hand and pushed
it under my balls over my taint to my smooth puckered hole. Just brushing
across it made me shiver. I used my finger to push on it and it responded
by loosening up. I pushed my index finger inside and almost fell over in
the shower from the sensation. I felt my hole wrap around my finger like a
warm blanket. My dick felt like it was going to explode. With my finger
wiggling inside I jacked my cock vigorously. In a matter of seconds a spurt
of cum launched from my dick as the warmth of the orgasim took over my
entire body. After four shots of cum hit the shower curtain I gently
removed my finger. I felt amazing as it passed the outer ring. I shivered
from head to toe.  I had been playing with my ass for a while now. I never
inserted anything other than my finger. I was afraid of something getting
stuck in there (I was young and stupid). Once I figured out what "Gay" was
I knew where the hard dick was supposed to go during sex. I didn't know if
I could ever do that with another person. It was scary. I had never gotten
more than two fingers inside me without intense pain. The thought of Jakes
monster cock made me hurt just thinking about it. That thought caused my
dick to grow again. I heard the bathroom door click.

"Are you coming down for your dinner"? Mom said.

"Oh ya mom, be down in a minute. Needed another shower, I still smelled
like chlorine".

"Ok hurry up, you still need to study for your test".

`Ok".

The door clicked shut. I pulled back the curtain and grabbed my towel. I
got out and stood on the bath mat. Just then the door opened again and mom
looked in.

"MOM!!!! Can I have some privacy".

"Oh sorry son. I forgot to tell you that your sister got an A her book
report"


`Ya that's great. Out now, please".

"Ok see you downstairs".

The door shut. I couldn't help but to think she did that on purpose. Either
to startle me, or get a look at me. Mom had commented not long ago how much
I had developed over the summer and the fall. She even had the nerve to ask
me if I had hair growing `down there'. She had seen me without my shirt on
around the farm last summer. So I know she saw my treasure trail. She
smiled at my embarrassment when asking me that. She only replied with "It
happens to the best of us".

I blushed at the memory. I finished drying myself, picked up my favorite
briefs and pulled them on. Grabbed my stuff and walked down the hall to my
bedroom. I always walked around upstairs in my undies. I walked past my
sisters room. The door was open. She was engrossed in a book. As is walked
by I said

"Hey dork, how was your day'?

"Good".

Her head back in the book. What a brat. No thought to ask about my day. Of
course what would I tell her, that I had been secretly leering at a young
man on the swim team trying to fulfill my sexual desires. I don't think
so. Back in my room, I tossed my dirty clothes in the hamper. I grabbed
some sweats from my dresser, threw them on and walked down stairs. I was
starved. I warmed my dinner and ate. Talked with dad for a while, then
studied till 11:30. Looking at the alarm clock I realized how late it was
and needed to get to bed. I had practice at 6am in the morning and I had to
do my portion of the farm chores before. My sister and I shared the
responsibility. I would feed the horses their hay and clean the stalls.
luckily we only had 3 horses at the time, We had space for 10 horses. She
would do her portion just before she went to school. I put my book back in
my pack, stripped to my undies and got into bed. The sheets were chilly
(they always are during winter). I turned out my light and laid down. In
the darkness my mind started to wonder. "What was Jake thinking about right
now? Was he thinking about why I was watching him? Why did he say "Dude
don't be sorry"? My mind was flush with questions and my dick was flush
with blood. Guess I'll rub one out before I go to sleep.


End of Chapter- I hope you enjoyed, should I keep going on to chapter 2?

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