Date: Tue, 21 May 2013 22:37:54 -0700
From: Douglas DD DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: Diamond Dreams  Chapter 23

Welcome back. All of the usual Chapter 1 disclaimers apply. That
said, please donate to Nifty. Please, be safe.

In this chapter four boys find out the meaning of "get a room." One of
them ends up facing harsh consequences because of their lack of
judgment. Also, Eric and Noah move beyond the dating process, the
result being a serious discussion with Eric's parents.


CHAPTER 23
FATHERS AND SONS

<Saturday, February 28, Lars's house>

Kevin, Kraig, and Hunter were all visiting Lars. Kevin had spent the
night with Lars while Hunter spent it at the twins' house. Lars's sister,
Ann, spent the night at a friend's house. His little brother, Alex, was
with their mother visiting in Centralia. It was Saturday, but Lars's dad
was at work at the community college participating in a workshop
being put on by the Gay, Lesbian, Bi, and Transgender (GLBT)
Association at the school.

Even though they'd had sex the night before, Kevin and Lars were
still very horny and decided to invite Hunter and Kraig over to double
their fun. While Hunter wasn't keen about doing any group sex, he
usually made an exception with Kevin and Lars, as well as with
Korey. Even with those boys, he often got uptight about watching
other boys fuck.  Lars and Kevin both agreed they wouldn't do more
than give out blow jobs. That promise got Hunter to relax some.

The boys played around before getting sexual. As far as Hunter was
concerned, they could have continued playing games.  The four of
them went to the living room, wanting to be daring about where they
performed their sex. They talked about getting naked, and finally
stripped down to their underpants. When they reached that objective,
they drew cards to see in what order they would strip; low card would
be first.

Lars drew a three, which turned out to be the low card. He tried to be
as erotic as a horny thirteen year old could be. He slipped out of his
tight, white briefs, revealing a nearly bald and very slender four inch
cut boner. He was proud of the fact that he'd found two tiny slivers of
blond hair in his pubic region, although nobody else could see them
without getting to within a few inches of their location.

Kraig was next, kicking off his pair of UW Husky boxers. His four-and-
half inch cut boner was perfectly proportioned and covered with a
nest of hair that perched above the base of his cock. The top was so
straight it looked as if he had shaved the region above it, which was
not the case.

Kraig's twin, Kevin, was next, his cock an exact copy of his twin
brother's. Nobody could tell that it was an eighth of an inch longer, or
so Kevin claimed after the last time the two had measured each
other. He pulled off a pair of bright red bikini briefs.

That left Hunter, who had drawn a queen. He was wearing blue and
yellow checked boxers. He overcame his momentary
embarrassment, pulling them down to his ankles, then kicked them
off. He had the biggest cock, a thick sausage that was five inches,
with a large bush of pubic hair. He was proud of being the most
sexually mature boy of the group.

The four of them were hard and horny, and even Hunter was ready to
get off, although he wasn't sure how it would end up happening. In
fact none of them were positive what they wanted to do, especially
considering Hunter's sensitivities. After a lot of debate, during which
none of the young teens could keep his hand off of his own cock, they
agreed to trade blow jobs. Hunter was so horny he was more than
willing, as long as he could suck Kraig.

Lars, being Lars, had to suck on his own cock first. He often did that
to start their sex play. Sometimes he got so worked up at it, he would
suck himself to cum, which got anybody who was watching very
excited. This wasn't one of those times; he wanted Kevin's cock in his
mouth very badly. He stopped sucking himself and rolled off his back
and on to his knees.

Kraig and Kevin lay back on the couch as Hunter and Lars each got
between the legs of the boy they often called his boyfriend. Hunter
licked the very tip of Kraig's cock, lapping up the precum that was
flowing generously from the pee slit. Lars found himself doing the
same to Kevin. The twins moaned with the euphoric feeling they
received as Hunter and Lars pleasured them. While each of the four
boys pretended not be into what any of the others were doing, they
were continually stealing glances at the ongoing action. Kevin looked
over at Hunter, who had almost all of Kraig's nearly five inch cock in
his mouth. Kraig looked at Lars, who was sucking, and licking Kevin
while fondling his own smooth hanging balls.

Hunter and Lars were both hard and the twins looked at the contrast
between the two boys. Hunter sported a thick five inch boner, with
dark skin and a purple head, his pubic area covered with more pubic
hair than the twins had combined. Hairs were even starting to sprout
out of his balls. Lars, on the other hand, had a little over four inch
boner, which was white and slender, the thin head pink, with no pubic
hairs anywhere to be seen. Kevin thought Lars had the most beautiful
cock in Mayfield, if not the entire world. It was hard for them to
believe that the two contrasting sexual organs and pubic regions
belonged to boys only two months apart in age. Lars had just turned
fourteen and Hunter's fourteenth birthday was less than a month
away.

The four boys were so engrossed in each other and in their sexual
acts they failed to hear a car coming into the driveway. Kevin was
moaning loudly with orgasmic delight, cumming hard into his lover's
mouth, when Lars's dad walked into the living room. For the second
time in two weeks, somebody being caught in the act of sex would
have an effect on the Mayfield Go to State boys.

"What the HELL is going on here?" Neil Anderson shouted as he
looked at the four naked young teens engaged in oral sex on his
living room couch. The screeches coming from the four boys could
probably be heard for miles. Lars was trying desperately to swallow
Kevin's cum without coughing and choking.

"Get dressed! Now! All of you! And you three get the hell out of my
house." As Lars released Kevin's cock a line of cum connected his
mouth to Kevin, which infuriated Mr. Anderson even more. He had
seen enough and he stomped out of the living room as the four boys
scrambled to grab their underwear and run up to Lars's room, which
was where their clothes were.

Lars was sobbing hysterically, "Oh, I'm fucked, I'm so, so, so,
fucked."

Hunter wasn't feeling much better. "If your dad calls my dad, we're
equally fucked." He could feel the tears welling up in him as well. The
twins didn't share the deep concern of their friends. They figured their
dad knew they messed around. To them it wasn't that big a deal.
However, they were also aware that their friends were indeed in big
trouble.  It was obvious their fathers might not be as open minded as
the twins' father was.

Hunter, Kevin, and Kraig made sure they had all of their stuff. Kevin
gave Lars a hug, trying to tell him everything would be okay. Lars
wasn't convinced. He knew his father's feelings about gays, and he
knew things were not going to be okay. The three boys ran out of the
house, heading for the twin's house, leaving Lars alone to face his
father.

Lars knew his father would be coming into his room at any moment.
He had donned nothing but his white briefs while his friends dressed.
He didn't care whether or not his father saw him dressed; in fact he
cared so little he pulled his briefs down to his ankles and then kicked
them off. Fuck him, Lars thought angrily, he saw me swallowing cum,
and me naked with a boner, so he can see me naked on my own bed.
But as he heard his father approaching, he turned on his bed so that
he was facing the wall, hiding his genitals from view.

"What the hell was that about?" Lars's father shouted as soon as he
entered the room.

"What was what about?" Lars asked, not bothering to turn to face his
father. As much as he tried to fight them, tears kept flowing down his
smooth, pale cheeks.

"That business in the living room. Were you actually giving somebody
a blow job?" Neil Anderson didn't know which twin was which, so he
substituted the word somebody for a name.


"What did it look like I was doing?" Lars asked defiantly.

"Don't you be getting smart with me young man. And why haven't you
put any clothes on?" he asked as if he just noticed that his son was
naked.

Lars finally turned around, not only showing his father his tear
moistened cheeks, but his young teen genitals. Neil Anderson was
surprised that his first thought was how immature sexually his
fourteen year old son was, how he had no pubic or body hair of any
sort at all, and that he also displayed a long, thin circumcised penis
as well as fairly low hanging balls.

"I'm naked because this is me. I'm the guy you are the father of, and I
am the way I am so you might as well see me all the way since you
never have before."

"What are you talking about?" Mr. Anderson asked. Up until this point
he had always been grateful that Lars had been a pliant boy, and had
become a pliant teenager. Back talk and temper tantrums didn't seem
to be part of his makeup, but that had suddenly changed.

"I'm talking how you hate gays, so you must hate me," Lars
screamed, realizing that he may have just stuck his foot deep into his
mouth.

"I don't hate gays. I was even helping at their conference at the
college today." Then the full import of what his son had said hit him.
"Are you saying you're gay?"

Lars looked at his father and said nothing. The silence told Neil
Anderson all he needed to know.

"Get dressed and we'll talk. Be down in the living room in five
minutes." He left the room in a huff as Lars fought off more tears. He
was not going to let his dad see him cry, even though his face was
wet with tears. Lars got up and put on his white briefs. This is dressed
enough for me, he thought. Lars had never felt rebellious before, but
for reasons he couldn't comprehend, he now wanted to fight his
father every step of the way.

When Lars entered the living room, his father glared at him. "I told
you to get dressed."

"I am dressed," Lars said.

"I mean get dressed like you would if you were leaving the house."

Lars walked to the front door, opened it, and left the house as his
father stared at him with a stunned expression on his face. Lars
walked down the front sidewalk, onto the driveway and out onto the
street. He crossed the street wearing just his briefs, even though it
was cold and drizzly. He turned and walked back to the house, his
smooth skin wet from the cool rain, and his briefs damp and clinging
to his crotch. His father could make out the bulge of his son's penis.

"Okay, I left the house wearing this, so I was dressed just the way
you wanted."

"You know what, you have really overstepped your bounds, son. You
are now grounded indefinitely. You are not to go to the houses of
those three boys, or any other of your friends. You will not participate
in any activities outside of school with them, including that baseball
club or whatever it is you have. And I am thinking of having you sit
out baseball this spring as well. Get up to your room. You are not to
leave it again for the rest of the day."

"What if I have to pee?"

"Except for that, now get the hell out of my sight. I'm going to talk to
the fathers of your friends about how they have apparently corrupted
my son and made him think he was gay."

"They haven't corrupted anybody. We were messing around, and fuck
you if you don't like it." Lars stared at his father with fury on his face.
Any thoughts of breaking down and crying again had long since left
him.

He didn't move as his father walked over to him and calmly slapped
his face. "Get out of my sight."

Lars wanted to spit in his father's face, but as angry as he was from
being slapped and humiliated, he had a moment of clarity that told
him not to escalate things any farther. He went to his room as
ordered, yanked off his briefs, and lay on his bed. With his father not
there to see him, he bawled his eyes out.

+++++++++++

Meanwhile the twins and Hunter ended up at the twin's house. All
three scrambled up to the boys' bedroom, their talk still about what
had happened in Lars' s living room

"I can't believe his dad came in when you were squirting in his
mouth," Kraig said.

"Better than pulling out and squirting all over the carpet," Kevin said.

"I never got to cum."

"Neither did me or Lars," Hunter said. "And after his dad calls my dad
I may never get to cum again. My dad's gonna cut off my balls for
sure."

"Dudes, I feel for Lars. His dad's always saying shit against gays,"
Kevin said. "He says they want too many titles or whatever it is they
want."

"Lars is in deep shit," Kraig said.

"So are we," Hunter added.

"That's the good thing about telling us coming out to our dad," Kraig
told him. "What's your dad going to say if he learns what happened."

The boys talked a bit more before Hunter said he needed to go home.
"I might as well be there when the shit hits the fan," he said. Kraig
saw him to the door and gave him a hug. He was more than a bit
disappointed when Hunter refused a kiss.

When Hunter got home his dad was on the phone. Hunter stopped to
listen and right away he could tell that his dad was talking to Lars's
father. He thought about going straight up to his room, but then
decided to stay and take his medicine right away.

"Yes, Neil, I will talk to him...Yes, I understand, he is not to have Lars
over here at the house...Neil, they were boys experimenting, it is not
the end of the world, let the boy play baseball...No, I don't think
Hunter is gay (Hunter cringed when he heard that, because he had
the fear that he was gay)...Like I said, I'll talk to him, but I have no
intention of punishing him..." Hunter let out a quiet sigh of relief. He
decided it might be best if he went to his room so his dad wouldn't
know he was eavesdropping. He said a quick and quiet, "Hi, dad," to
indicate he was home and went to his room. He had expected his dad
to be furious at his "gay" son, and now it looked like not only was his
dad not mad at all, he didn't even think his son was gay.

When Hunter got to his room he kicked off his shoes and lay on his
bed. It wasn't long before he heard a knock at his door.

"Come in dad."

His father came in with a serious look on his face, much more serious
than Hunter had expected after what he'd overheard. His father, Allen
Hawkins, sat on the swivel chair at Hunter's computer desk.

"I just got a phone call from Lars's dad."

"He said he was going to call."

"Do you have anything to say for yourself?"

"We were just messing around. Nobody was supposed to come home
until later. I didn't do anything wrong. I'm not gay," all came rolling out
of Hunter's mouth as fast as he could say it.

Allen Hawkins's mouth twitched into a hint of a smile. As he had
walked up the stairs to Hunter's room he wondered how he was going
to handle this situation. It wasn't like he'd never had a boy's cock in
his mouth when he was Hunter's age, because he had—in fact, he'd
played around when he was even younger than Hunter. He'd traded
blow jobs and performed mutual masturbation with his buddies and
teammates through his senior year at Mayfield High. Yet, at the time,
he'd never questioned his sexual orientation, or so he thought. Just
like Hunter had said, he'd just been messing around. He'd been
certain for a few months now that Hunter and Kraig were sexually
active.

What had disturbed him recently was his own attraction to Hunter's
friend Kraig, and even to Hunter himself. He recalled the almost erotic
massage he'd given Kraig in this room a few months back, one that
had obviously excited Kraig, Hunter, and himself. He was happy it
hadn't gone any further than it did, and was somewhat disappointed
as well. He had come to Hunter's room somewhat turned on by the
thought of his naked son sucking the cock of his best friend next to
two other boys. But that was a different story, and right now his
concern was his son.

"Relax, Hunter, I know you were just messing around. It's something
boys your age have done since time began, I think. I'm not mad at
you and I'm not disappointed in you in any way."

"You're not?" Hunter breathed out a sigh of relief.

"No. But I could give you some advice, however."

"What?"

"Next time, get a room."

Hunter laughed for the first time since he'd been caught with Kraig's
dick in his mouth. "Even if it's my room?" he said, feeling a bit cocky.

"Just keep the noise down a bit next time."

Hunter blushed a deep red, telling his father all he needed to know.

"Dad?" Hunter asked.

"Yes, son?"

"Did you mess around when you were a kid?"

His father's deep red blush told Hunter all he needed to know.

"I do think I would like you to tone things down for a few weeks until
all of this blows over," Allen told his son.

"What do you mean?"

"No spending the night, that kind of stuff."

"Dad, why? You said I didn't do anything wrong."

"Because for now it is the prudent thing to do. I don't want to act like
nothing at all happened. After all, you did get caught having sex by
the father of your friend, mainly because all of you showed poor
judgment."

"It's just for a little while, right?"

"Right. Just until most of this blows over." Allen Harper ruffled his
son's hair and left the room, greatly disturbed by the happenings of
the day.

++++++++++++

"And boys, next time, get a room," was the advice the twins' father
gave them, which was almost word for word what Hunter had heard
from his father. To be careful was the essential theme of the father's
lecture to his twin sons.

The twins and Hunter traded LOLs as they texted each other back
and forth about their talks with their fathers. Kraig was disappointed
that Hunter had been put on restriction for awhile.

The texts to Lars weren't as light hearted as he told them about the
trouble he was in with his father. The big thing Lars couldn't
understand was how his father could help the gay student group at
the school, then say bad things about gays at home, and restrict him
for saying, well hinting, that he was gay. Kevin felt for his boyfriend
and missed him terribly already.


Kevin and Kraig went up to their bedroom and shucked what little
clothing they'd had on. They wore tank tops and baggy gym shorts
during the talk with their father, and that almost felt like too much to
the two thirteen year olds.

"I am so horny I was getting boned up talking to dad just thinking
what we were doing before Lars's lame dad came in," Kraig said. "It
was hot and scary when you shot your wad just when he came in."

"It was more scary than hot to me. I need a really good cum now and
so do you," Kevin said.

"Korey and Chandler are downstairs doing what sixth graders do,
which is acting dorky. Maybe they're horny."

"Those two are almost always horny, and they sure aren't dorky when
they get horny, I can tell you that much," Kevin told his brother. "I
guess I better do something or I'm gonna spend all my time worrying
about poor Lars." Kraig gave his twin a quick loving hug and the pair
headed downstairs to round up the two eleven year olds.

Korey and Chandler were busily playing a video game on the big
screen TV, clad in only long t-shirts and socks. The t-shirts were
covering up their butts and crotch areas, but it was still pretty
apparent that they weren't wearing any underpants. The twins hadn't
bothered to put on anything and were naked. Their dad was sitting in
his recliner reading. He was listening to music through a set of
headphones and ignored the nudity and semi-nudity of the boys in
the room. He and his wife had no problem with their sons running
around the house naked, although there were certain rules to be
followed.

"Hey, do you guys want to play some games upstairs?" Kevin asked
the two preteens. The faces of the eleven year olds instantly lit up.
They had a good idea of what kind of games Kevin was referring to.

After turning off the game, they followed the twins to the stairs, giving
Korey and the twins' father a view of the bottom of their butt cheeks.
Their father knew what would soon be happening behind the closed
door of the bedroom. The twins had come out to him a few months
back. He had no problem with the boys engaging in sexual play, but,
as with their nudity, certain rules had to be followed. Even now, after
their coming out, he was still surprised the twins believing they were
gay. If he ever was going to peg one of his four sons as growing up
gay, it would have been Korey and not the twins. He was certain
Korey was gay and would come out as well when he grew into
himself. He didn't have the maturity of the twins at that age and it
could take him longer, but he wouldn't be surprised if it happened. Oh
well, he thought, at least I have one straight son to give me grandkids
some day. He knew the odds of three of his four sons being gay were
slim to none, but he accepted things for what they were. He also had
a feeling deep down that at least one, of not both, if the twins would
end up realizing he was heterosexual.

As soon as the four boys entered the bedroom, Korey and Chandler
shed their shirts, their little, circumcised boners pointing up into the
air. Korey's three inches pointed straight up, while the almost four
inches of Chandler stood out at an angle that was not quite as acute.

"We're sorry about you guys getting caught and everything," Korey
said. The twins had told the two boys about what had happened to
them that afternoon. "I hope Lars doesn't get in big trouble."

"I think he already is," Kevin said.

"I'm sure glad we got a great mom and dad," Korey said. "That way if
I'm gay I won't have to be scared to tell them."

"My dad would kill me if I told him I was gay," Chandler said.

"I think he'd be okay with it," Korey said.

"Maybe, but I don't want to find out. I don't think I'm gay anyway, I'm
just horny." He giggled and then asked if Lars had sucked his own
dick before they got caught. Chandler, who was quite a lithe and agile
boy, was totally impressed by Lars's unique ability. He was actually
able to lick the tip of his little boy cock and tried it often. He was sure
he would soon be able to suck on it just like Lars could as soon as it
got longer.

He got on Kevin's bed and propped his head up on a pillow, swinging
his legs over his head as he flicked his tongue at his cock, just barely
touching the tip of his turgid boy tool. Kevin not only admired
Chandler's attempt at self-fellatio, he admired the pink boy hole
centering the crack of Chandler's smooth, white ass.

Chandler dropped his legs and grinned. "What are we going to do?"

"How about I get to fuck you," Kevin said. "I haven't had your ass in
forever. And a good sixth grader should get fucked by an eighth
grader so they know their place."

"I have been fucked by an eighth grader. Kraig got me a couple of
weeks ago." Kevin glanced over at Kraig who blushed and nodded in
agreement.

"Well, then I really need to get you if Kraig got you. You have to get
the full twin treatment."

And that was how Chandler ended up on Kevin's bed, exchanging
deep kisses; the preteen enjoying fondling the thirteen year old's hard
cock and hairless, sagging balls. Kraig and Korey watched for a
couple of minutes and then got involved in making out together as
they wordlessly decided to share some brotherly love.

Soon the lube had come out of a nightstand drawer and Chandler
once again had his legs in the air as Kevin pushed his four and a half
inch thirteen year old cock into Chandler's tight and hot eleven year
old ass. Kevin always seemed to get an extra thrill from having sex
with the son of his history teacher and baseball coach. He stopped for
a moment to savor the moist heat of Chandler's ass before starting
his slow, rhythmic thrusting.

On the other bed the pace was different as Kraig was already
hammering the hot boy hole of his younger brother. It didn't take long
for Kevin to come up to speed, however, and soon the twins were
almost in sync as they pounded the asses of their young partners.
They worked hard to keep the volume level of their grunts, groans
and moans down. One of their parents' rules was that they didn't
want to hear what was going on if the boys had sex.

Kevin came first, his sexual energy bottled up since the fiasco that
afternoon, and he came with a fierce fury that almost shoved
Chandler through the headboard. Chandler's body writhed at the
ferocity of Kevin's cock plowing deep into him, often hitting his sweet
spot, sending paroxysms of electricity through his pubescent being.
He could feel the force of Kevin's cum firing into his bowels, and he
followed up almost instantaneously with a wild orgasm of his own,
firing his clear, watery cum to his face, his neck, his nipples, his belly,
and his body head slamming the pillow as he had one of the most
body wracking orgasms of his young life. Kevin collapsed onto
Chandler's body, the young boy's cum gluing them together as they
traded quick, yet passionate kisses.

The sex on the other bed was good, but not as passionate. Kraig and
Kevin had been having sex with Korey for over two years. While it
wasn't boring or old hat, it also wasn't the same as the kind of
passion Chandler could generate as a sexy, hot, horny boy who,
while a frequent visitor as Korey's best friend and lover, did not have
the familiarity their brother had. Also, Kevin had had an orgasm at
Lars's house.

Kevin and Chandler finally came to, cleaned up, brushed their teeth,
and took care of business. "Can I sleep with you?" Chandler asked
Kevin. Kevin smiled in pleasure and nodded yes since his mouth was
filled with toothpaste. After they finished, Chandler was in Kevin's bed
and Korey climbed into bed with Kraig. Of course, all four were
naked. The younger boys liked to cuddle as did the twins. Kevin
reached over to turn off the light when Chandler started telling about
the plan he and Korey had. "When baseball starts me and Korey are
going to have a contest."

"Really? What kind of contest?"

"We're going to see who can suck the most guys on the varsity
baseball team."

"Do me and Kevin count?" Kraig asked.

"Yeah."

"So we could agree to let Korey suck us, but not you, and that would
help out our brother," Kraig said.

"You wouldn't do that would you?" Chandler asked, somewhat
shocked. He hadn't thought of that angle.

"He is our brother," Kevin said. "We have to have our brother's back
you know."

"Then we won't count you."

"Oh, but we hate to turn down BJs," Kraig said. "You gotta suck us."

"But you said you wouldn't let me...oh, you guys are just messing
with me."

Kevin and Kraig both started cracking up and Chandler and Korey
quickly joined them.

"Baseball hasn't started yet, but maybe I can give you a BJ now. That
way you'll be the first two and I won't have to worry about Korey
always being where he can always get you and I can't," Chandler
said. "Are you okay with that, Korey?"

"As long as we don't do anybody else until after the first practice."

Both of the eleven year olds quickly disappeared under the blankets
and enjoyed the delights of tasty seed spewed from a sexy thirteen
year old.

<Sunday, March 1, Eric's house>

"Well, I guess this is it," Noah said. "No turning back now."

"We can always turn back," Eric said, "but I don't think we want to."

"I know I don't want to. I guess I'm just nervous is all."

"I'm the one who should be nervous. You've done this before."

"It was different somehow." Noah squeezed Eric's hand. "Are you
saying you're not nervous."

"Hell yah, I'm nervous. Your parents know about you. Mine don't have
a clue about me."

"They know more than you think. And after what happened yesterday,
I think this is the right time. It might as well come for us in our own
way, not because something out of our control happened." Noah was
referring to the incident at Lars's house, the gist of which Kevin had
texted to both of them yesterday.

"You're a little bit wrong about that," Eric said.

"I am? How?"

"First, we agreed to do this even before it hit the fan for Lars and
them. All that did was make this more, um..."

"Urgent."

"Yeah, urgent. Good word."

"Having a genius for a boyfriend has its advantages," Noah said,
flashing the grin that Eric had grown to love so much. "And you're
saying the word first implies that there is at least something that is
second."

"Second," Eric kissed Noah's soft lips, letting his tongue push into the
partially open mouth before easing it back out and continuing.
"Second is what happened last weekend."

Eric thought back to last Friday night at Noah's house. They had
decided to have a date, going out to The Bear, the only pizza parlor in
Mayfield. Thirteen year old Eric and twelve year old Noah, both wise
and mature beyond their years, sat next to each other in a booth, had
salad and pizza and soft drinks, and held hands when they were sure
nobody was looking.

However, Gary, the owner of The Bear, missed very little of what
happened in his establishment. He came over to their table and
offered to refill the boys' soft drinks. He was so quiet the boys didn't
hear him come up from behind him. They were holding hands and
looking dreamily into each other's eyes.

"What were you drinking, boys?" Gary asked, startling both boys and
causing them to yelp.

"Pepsi." "Dr. Pepper" Noah and Eric bleated out simultaneously.

Gary smiled as he took their glasses, returning to the table with both
of them full. The two boys had let go of each other's hand when Gary
startled them, but they knew he had seen them. They agreed not to
say anything if he didn't say anything. However, Gary wasn't quiet
about what he saw, even though he didn't mention it directly.

"It looks like you two really like each other," he said as he set the
glasses down on the table.

Knowing they couldn't deny anything, they merely nodded, their
flushed faces telling everything.

"It's good to see you liking somebody again, Noah." Gary had been at
Bobby's Memorial Service and had heard Noah's comments
regarding the relationship of him and Bobby. "You deserve somebody
special, and I think you found him." As a sponsor of the Falcon
baseball team, Gary had worked closely with Eric and the Go to State
Team. "You be sure to take care of my friend, Noah," he told Eric in a
serious voice, but with a friendly grin.

"l will," Eric said. He rarely was at a loss for words, but this was one
of those times.

"I know he will," Noah said. "He's been my best friend for a long time,
and now...I think he will be more." The boys hadn't discussed this
aspect of their relationship during their time together. They were just
happy to be together as friends. Other than jerking off together, there
had been no sex between them since they'd agreed to date each
other.

"Just be careful. Mayfield is a pretty tolerant town, but it still has its
share of close-minded people. You may want to get a corner booth
next time you hold hands."

"Thanks, Mr. Miller, we'll be more careful," Eric said.

"My brother is gay," Gary said matter-of-factly. "He had his first
boyfriend right around your age, maybe a year older. It wasn't always
easy for him. Sometimes it still isn't. I'm glad you two are willing to be
yourselves."

"Thanks for saying that," Noah said. "Not only do you have the best
pizza in town, you give the best pizza advice in town."

"I have the only pizza in town," Gary said.

"That doesn't keep it from being extra delicious," Noah said sincerely.

The boys had planned for Eric to spend the night at Noah's house.
When they got there they played games, then watched a movie with
Shane, Lisa, and Nicky. It was past ten when the two headed for
Noah's room to retire for the night.

They undressed down to their underwear, which is what they'd been
wearing when they slept together. "You can take your briefs off,"
Noah told Eric.

"Why? Do you want to jerk off together?" Masturbating next to each
other on a bed, or across from each other sitting on chairs, had been
their only sexual contact. In fact it had been the only sex of any kind
with another person for Eric in the past couple of months.

"No," Noah said quietly. "I want to do more."

Eric looked at his friend quizzically. "Are you sure?"

"I've never been more sure of anything. Sitting there holding hands
on our date, and after hearing what Gary said, I knew how much I
really loved you. I couldn't ever find anybody more perfect than you."

Eric sat next to Noah on the side of Noah's bed. He but his arm
around his friend's bare torso and pulled him in close. "You're perfect,
too," he whispered. "I want you so bad. I want to be your lover. I want
to be your boyfriend. I love you very much, Noah."

"I love you, Eric." Tears of happiness were dripping down the cheeks
of both boys as a plethora of emotions surged through their young
adolescent bodies. "I want you, too. I want you very, very much."

Without ever saying it, both boys knew that this moment between
them was going to come; they just didn't know when or how. But they
both had the confidence that they would know when the time was
right. That time, for both of them, was now, and neither boy had any
doubt about it.

The two of them fell on the bed, kissing gently, allowing their tongues
to probe each other's mouth, letting their hands explore each other's
body for the first time since before the terrible accident to Bobby. Yes,
they'd had sex together before the accident, but that had been more
as two horny friends testing the limits of that friendship. This time was
different, and they instinctively understood that. They were in no
hurry. They wanted to find out everything they could in intimate detail.

Neither boy could remember when their underpants came off, or even
how they came off. At some point the last things they were wearing
ended up on the floor and they became aware of their hard
pubescent cocks touching. Eric, a bit of a late bloomer, had a few
small, scattered pubic hairs, while his twelve year old lover as bald as
a baby. Yeah, Eric thought as he licked Noah's small erect pink
nipples, we're lovers. Noah is my lover. He fits me, I fit him.

They touched each other's necks and cheeks and asses and balls
and thighs and underarms and nipples and bellybuttons and whatever
they could find in between. Their kisses were passionate and intense
and deep, yet surprisingly gentle.

"I want you in me," Noah begged. "I need you in me." His body was
asking for things in ways it hadn't since Bobby's death. His body was
telling him what it wanted, and all he could do was follow. He was
bright, mature, perceptive, and understood himself and others more
than most of his peers ever would, but he was twelve and at some
point the hormones started to tell his rational mind what it was they
wanted. But he also knew that this was about more than hormones.
Noah could feel the desire for Eric inside him, but he couldn't express
why except to say he needed his friend.

Eric lay on top of Noah and kissed him as he looked into his beautiful
blue eyes, the eyes he loved looking into so much the first time they'd
had sex together. "Your eyes are so gorgeous with your glasses off.
You are so beautiful with them on or off."

Noah kissed Eric's chin. "I gotta have you," Noah moaned." I gotta
have you. Fuck me. Fuck me for the first time."

"We've done it before."

"Not like this. Not from the soul, from deep in the soul." Then Noah
issued a surprise sob and said, "No, don't fuck me, don't fuck me.
Make love to me. Make love to me. Oh, please, please, make love to
me."

Only Noah would talk like that, Eric thought. Only Noah, at age
twelve, would be aware of the depth of somebody's soul, and Eric so
loved him for it. The love flowing out of him for the boy underneath
him was a force so far beyond his adolescent self that he didn't even
pretend he could comprehend it.

Like the loss of their underpants, neither boy could remember Eric
entering Noah's smooth bubble butt. They just knew that suddenly he
was there, that somehow he could slide in, that somehow he was
slick enough to do so. Noah issued a long low guttural moan when he
realized that Eric was inside of him, was touching his interior, was
sharing his soul.

Eric was thrusting, hard, but not fast. He was engaging in love
making, not crass fucking. He'd been here before, on top of another
boy, but never as a lover who had been invited in the way Noah had
invited him. He thrust and moaned and Noah twisted and groaned.
Noah's eyes were closed, his mouth open, his tongue out, his mind
moving to the other dimension he sometimes experienced when he
meditated. His room was gone, his bed was gone, he was floating
and all there was in his world was him and Eric, his lover, his soul
mate. He let Eric inside of him because wanted it—because Eric
knew it was the right time. Noah was certain that from now on it
would always be the right time—always.

Nothing was said between the two as Eric thrust a bit harder, a bit
faster, a bit deeper, touching the walls of Noah's tight rectum, hitting
his sweet spot on a deep thrust, penetrating the bruised soul of the
sensitive boy who had lost so much and was now starting to find as
much as he'd lost.

Noah belonged to Eric, Eric belonged to Noah, and they cried the cry
of young lovers as Eric poured his boy cream into Noah's innards,
and Noah covered himself with his sweet young pubescent honey.
The moment was perfect, the sex was perfect, the love was perfect,
their souls had touched—it was something the boys would never
forget and would always cherish.

In the week following that memorable night they agreed to come out
to Eric's parents, and then to declare their love before Noah's
parents. Noah had come out to his parents with Bobby, so with his
parents it was more a matter of revealing Eric as his boyfriend than it
was declaring his sexuality.

Now the moment had arrived. Eric had told his mother and father that
he and Noah wanted to talk to them that afternoon. Noah was right
when he said there was no turning back now. In essence they had
committed themselves, and now it was just a matter of following
through.

They sat together on the couch in the living room waiting for Eric's
parents. Eric's mother came in carrying a tray of cookies, followed by
his father with some cups of steaming hot chocolate. To Eric they
were acting like this request for a meeting was nothing out of the
ordinary; that all the boys wanted to discuss was their latest test
scores.

Hot chocolate was sipped and cookies were nibbled and nervous
tension was high. "Well, we are gathered here this afternoon
because..." Eric's dad said, leaving the end of his sentence open so it
could be seen as either a question or as a declaration to be filled in.

Eric grabbed Noah's hand and squeezed it, all but filling in the blank
by saying nothing. "I guess we're here to, um, well, to come out."

"Come out? As in coming out as gay?" Dennis Simmons asked
calmly.

"Yeah, and to tell you that we're boyfriends." The feeling of Noah's
hand in his was incredibly calming.

"Would it surprise you if I said I was wondering when you were going
to tell me?" Eric's father asked.

"You knew?"

"No offense son, but it didn't take great detective work to figure it out.
You either had a huge boy crush on Scott, or you had a genuine
attraction to him. And with Noah it was even more apparent. You two
fit together so well I couldn't help but wonder why you didn't latch on
to each other from the moment we moved here."

"You mean you're not mad, that you're okay with this?"

"I love you son. I could never get mad at you because of who and
what you are. You are a wonderful, intelligent, talented, and caring
individual. I could not ask for a better son. So, no, I'm not mad at you.
A bit disappointed maybe, but not angry."

"Disappointed? In me?"

"No, no, not in you. Disappointed in that I don't get my way in life. No
parent asks for a gay child, but many of us get them. I would never
want you to be gay, but you are. I guess I wanted you with all the
bells and whistles and..."

"...and grandchildren," Eric's mother cut in.

Eric was a bit stunned. For the most part this was much less difficult
than he had thought it would be. Not that it was easy, but he had
been prepared for, well, he wasn't at all certain what he'd been
prepared for, but not this. After what had happened to Lars, he was
worried about what his parents would say.

"There is no reason you can't have grandchildren, Mrs. Simmons,"
Noah said, speaking for the first time.

"Noah, unless there is something about you that you've been hiding
from the world, your having children is all but impossible," Eric's dad
said.

"But not totally impossible," Eric said.

"We've been reading about it," Noah said. "We've read about gay
couples paying a surrogate mother and she gets pregnant with the
sperm of one of them, and she has a kid for them. So, see, you can
have grandchildren."

"You've been reading about this because you thought this might be
an objection from us?" Eric's mom asked.

"Yeah," Eric said. "And because some day we might want to have
kids of our own."

"You two are thirteen years old and planning for that far in the
future?"

"I'm twelve," Noah said unnecessarily. "And yes, we have been
planning because we want to be boyfriends forever, or at least until
we're old enough to get married."

"And then what, you become like hetero married couples and become
mortal enemies?" Eric's father said with a chuckle. He looked at the
two boys on the couch who were still holding hands. They looked so
young and so innocent, and yet he knew they were anything but
innocent. He saw in them the optimism of youth, thinking that what
they had for each other would last forever. He knew that Noah might
be a little leery after what had happened to Bobby, and yet he could
see that an innocent, almost naďve optimism was still ingrained in
him.

The boys saw themselves as mature and in tune with life. They had
found their soul mates, and now it was just a matter of living life at its
fullest and waiting for their dreams to develop. At the moment, even
Noah felt that.

"You boys know that you won't be treading an easy path."

"We do."

"Are you coming out to your friends?"

"Our best friends already know, and if they don't they will soon," Eric
said. "The rest of the world can wait until we're ready to tell them."

"You know you could be outed, like your two friends in high school."
Eric's father was referring to the Donkey and the Dawg.

"Those two didn't have an influence in making you this way did they?"
Eric's mother asked, a little flash of irrational anger shooting through
her.

"Never, mom, so don't even think that. I went to them because I
thought they could help me with how I was feeling, and they did.
They're great friends." He didn't see any need to go into the sexual
lessons he received from the two older boys.

"Your mother and I love you." Dennis Simmons said. "We will always
be here for you when you need the help. We love you and want you
to be happy, and we will do all we can to help you down your path."

Eric got up and walked to his dad, pulled him up and hugged him. He
then did the same for his mother as Noah followed him and hugged
the two parents as well. It was another moment not to be forgotten as
Eric's mother and father demonstrated the true meaning of
parenthood.

That night Noah slept in Eric's bed with his friend, now boyfriend,
even though it was a school night. For whatever reason, Eric's
mother felt at ease with having the two being together on a school
night, a feeling she didn't have with Scott, whom she saw as a bit of a
rapscallion. She knew what the two boys were like as students, plus
she could see the absolute total love between them and trusted them
to get the sleep they needed.

They had allotted themselves some time to talk in bed before turning
out the lights. Noah's naked body was tight to Eric's. "Don't ever
leave me," Noah said.

"I don't plan to," Eric said. "I would never leave you Noah."

"Bobby said that to, but he left me."

"But that was an accident."

"He could have worn his helmet. He didn't." Noah didn't add that he
could have reminded Bobby to wear his helmet, but had failed to do
so because he was wrapped up in his sister. He knew he would never
tell Eric about his failure as a friend to Bobby for fear Eric would not
trust him enough to stay his boyfriend. Sharing his soul with Eric had
been a point of great healing in the grief Noah still felt. But the demon
that still resided in the young boy was not finished with him yet. The
demon was never going to let the boy purge himself of the anger and
the fear that still resided in him. No, that would be up to the boy, and
the demon was confident that he would always be a part of Noah's
being, that Noah would never find the strength to get rid of that fear
and anger residing in him and complete the grieving process. The
demon planned to haunt Noah's soul to his grave. But he did not
understand the power of love. The wall he put around Noah was
strong and solid, but it was not impenetrable. Noah needed to find out
for himself what was haunting him and he needed to decide for
himself if he truly wanted to take the final step to healing the grief he
didn't understand.

Next: Heading Into Spring