Date: Thu, 15 Nov 2012 20:26:57 -0800 (PST)
From: R Ranger <bn2rumpranger@yahoo.com>
Subject: Midwestern Tale Chapter 2

Warning! The following story is a pure work of erotic fiction. The story
contains descriptive scenes of sexual encounters between consenting
individuals. If you are not of legal age to read stories of this nature or
you are offended by the subject matter contained herein do not read any
further.

Midwestern Tale
By The Rump Ranger

Chapter II Sunday: The Sabbath

Sunday morning I saw Tim along with his family at church where our families
worshiped. Before entering the church we all exchanged greetings and small
talk. Tim's dad asked, "What happened, you boys didn't bring any fish home
Saturday morning?"

I looked at Tim and then simply replied, "I guess the fish weren't biting,
sir."

Jerry made the snide comment, "Maybe they weren't usin the right bait for
the fish you were fishin for. You guys were probably using worms for
fishing instead of night crawlers Friday night."

Tim and I looked at Jerry as if we could kill him. Jerry's comment was
basically that our dicks were small as worms compared to the older boy's
night crawlers, and maybe we had been playing with our worms Friday instead
of fishing. I wondered if Jerry suspected that Tim and I were fooling
around, or was he just poking older brother fun at us.

Our families all took their seats in the church pews with Tim and me
sitting next to each other on the outside end of the pew as usual. The
minister began his sermon, preaching about sins of adultery and
fornication. Every time he paused and looked up from the podium he'd look
straight back at Tim and me sitting hunkered down in the pew. I could feel
his piercing black eyes penetrating my soul. The perspiration under my arms
was dripping down each side of my body. Glancing over I could see the beads
of sweat on Tim's forehead.

My thoughts were, did everyone in town know about Tim and me? Was the
congregation all looking at us knowingly? Then I finally realized that
unfounded guilt was causing the sweating and rapid breathing. After a few
more unbearable moments the service was over. As the congregation stood Tim
and I bolted for the door of the church. Normally, everyone waits for the
minister and his entourage to walk from pulpit back to the door where the
preacher greeted everyone leaving the service. Tim and I wanted no part of
any handshaking or greeting from the minister that Sunday morning; instead,
of waiting for our families we began walking towards our homes.

As we walked down the two lane road towards home neither of us said a
word. We were consumed with guilt about what had transpired at the lake the
day before. Once we got to the fork in the road we went our separate ways
walking towards our homes.

Once I arrived home my dad asked, "Why did you boys bolt from the church
and walk home?"

I replied, "No reason. I just needed to get out church and get some air.

Dad asked, "Son is there something I need to know about? Did the sermon
make you feel uncomfortable?"

I replied, "No. Why? Should it?"

Needless to say, my answers must have set the tone for further father son
talk. Dad walked me to my bedroom where he asked, "Are you in some sort of
trouble?"

"No," I answered back somewhat belligerently.

The two of us sat there, an uncomfortable situation developing between
us. I felt bad for the way I had snapped back at my dad. After a few
moments of awkward silence dad asked, "Are you seeing a special girl in
town?"

I replied defensively, "No."

Dad became bolder with his next question and asked, "Are you engaging in
sex with a girl in town and got her in trouble?"

I looked at him and again said, "No." Then I asked, "Why are you asking me
all these questions?" As tears began to roll down my cheeks.

"What's wrong with you son?"

"I don't know," I sobbed.

"I believe you may be going through some rough times in your life this
summer. I also believe you've started puberty, a little early for a young
boy. I believe that you may need someone to talk to about what you're
feeling. This coming of age thing, starting puberty early and your hormones
acting up is nothing to fool around with son."

I though to myself yeah and you don't know the half of it dad.

"Donnie, you'll begin to get these strange urges, if you haven't already
started to get them. These sexual feelings are referred to as feeling
horny. You will experience feelings of frustration not knowing how to act
upon these desires or relieve the sexual frustration you are experiencing."

Again, I thought to myself no shit.

"Please, remember one thing, if you are with a girl make sure to use a
condom if you do engage in sex. We don't want any unwanted babies popping
up."

My reply, "Sure dad."

Dad didn't have to worry about out of wedlock babies. He might have to
worry about taking me to the emergency room to get my asshole stitched up
if Tim ever penetrated me. I sure didn't know anything about this
cornholing thing that Tim had tried but failed at with me. However, the
last thing I need was to come home one day gushing blood from my asshole.

"You know you can speak to me about any of this hormonal or puberty stuff
son. I was your age once upon a time."

Yeah, right, I was sure not going to confide in my dad that I was queer and
talk to him about getting fucked up my ass or sucking dicks. Then dad asked
the question any kid hates to hear from a father. He wanted to know if I
was experiencing wet dreams at night or had I started masturbating. I just
sat there mortified at the questions not knowing what to say. I damn sure
didn't want to lie to my dad. He would have known immediately that I was
telling him a lie. I was just not that good at lying. So, I answered
sheepishly, "Yes."

Then he asked, "Are you having wet dreams or masturbating?"

"Both," I replied.

Dad looked at me and surprised me when he said, "Son it is nothing to be
ashamed of. There is nothing evil or sinful about what you are experiencing
at your age. As far as masturbation I think every boy does it."

"Did you do it when you were a boy?" I asked shamefaced.

"Yes, son. I was no different than you or any other male at your
age. However, unlike you puberty didn't set in for me until I was twelve or
thirteen."

I just sat there beside my dad thinking the talk that all teens feared
hadn't been all that bad. Then he asked another question, "Are you smoking
cigarettes?"

Again, I was busted, "Once in a while."

"I just wondered because I've smelled the strong odor of used tobacco on
your clothing. I'm not going to preach to you about the ills of tobacco or
tell you that you can't smoke," Dad said with a pleading look. "I will say
that I wish you wouldn't smoke or dip because it is a bad habit that leads
to health problems. Your mother and I wish many times that we hadn't picked
up the habit."

That was all dad had to say about smoking and engaging in sexual activities
with a girl that Sunday afternoon. I'm sure glad that he didn't ask me
about fooling around with boys. Dad got up and left my room. I remained in
my room for the rest of the day contemplating our talk and all that had
transpired thus far. I didn't go with my parents to the evening service. I
knew I wasn't going to give up playing with my pecker, but I thought maybe
I'd heed dad's advice and give up cigarettes or at least cut back.

Back in the day there were wild ass rumors that smoking would stunt a boy's
growth, especially during his puberty years. It appeared to me that Tim's
dick had grown during that time, so I wasn't afraid. After my parent's left
for church the phone rang. I answered it to the familiar voice of my best
friend on the other end. He asked, "So you didn't go to church this evening
either?"

"Nope."

Then Tim asked, "What are you doing?"

"Nothin."

"You want to meet and fool around?"

"Nah, not this evening. It's the Sabbath and we're not supposed to do
anything sinful like that on the Sabbath."

"Oh yeah," Tim replied kind of shocked that I didn't want to get
together. He then said, "I guess I wasn't aware of that."

"I think we better cool it for a while, besides I got to go help my uncle
next week on the farm. I'll see you when I get back to town."

"Okay buddy see you then," Tim replied then hung up.

I returned to my bedroom. I needed to sleep on all that had transpired the
past couple days. As I lay on my bed I couldn't help thinking about how all
this sex stuff had started. It was supposed to be a pleasurable thing, but
why was I miserable.

Tim introduced me to fooling around doing sexual stuff together when I was
in the fifth grade. I remember vividly how excited we were the first time
we saw each other all boned up in the basement of his parent's house. Tim
gushed as I dropped my shorts in front of him, "Oh shit man! That's just
about the coolest dick I've seen in my life."

"And how many more dicks have you seen?" I asked.

"A few," Tim replied.

"Mine just seems kinda small compared to yours."

Tim replied. "Looks perfect. `Sides you got to remember I'm older than
you."

"You got a pretty nice looking pecker too," I said reaching for Tim's dick.

As I held Tim's dick in my hand I didn't know how many other boys Tim had
seen boned up, but I'm sure he had seen at least one or two. I was
mesmerized by the sight of my friend's hard dick before me that afternoon
in Tim's basement and even more enthralled at my first touch of another
boy's hard penis.

>From that first time feeling another guy's dick, fooling around for me
became as addictive as heroin to a dope fiend. Of course I'd known since my
first erection that touching my penis brought me great pleasure. I spent
many hours playing with it. I totally enjoyed lying in my bed of a night
playing with it or in the tub while I was bathing. Then one day Tim
introduced me to a new kind of sexual pleasure.

Sexual pleasure should have been viewed as a good thing because of the
pleasure it brought, but it seemed to be frowned upon by adults, especially
parents, church elders and the school. What I couldn't understand was why
sex was such a hidden and secret thing. Tim and I had to hide while we
engaged in our sexual exploits and the same for my parents.

I knew for sure that my mom and dad were enjoying each other sexually. They
were unaware that I would overhear them engaging in sex when they thought I
was asleep, but in reality I was wide awake playing with my hard penis. I
would hear them moaning and groaning, telling each other how great things
felt. According to adults sex was only for reproduction purposes. The
church didn't condone sex outside marriage and damn sure didn't approve of
sex between people of the same sex. However, mom and dad sure sounded as
though they enjoyed sex.

That afternoon in Tim's basement was the beginning of a joyful new chapter
in my life. The two of us showed each other our erections and then when we
touched our dicks together it sent like surges of electricity through me as
Tim held them together tightly. After that first experience we began
experimenting sexually, doing things such as measuring our meat, jacking
off, mutual jack offs, and then after a period of time we graduated to oral
sex. Neither of us could ejaculate at that point in our lives, but our
little peckers got hard and stayed erect until that strange sensation
hit. A few minutes after the sensation subsided we were doing it all over
again. Ain't youth a wonderful thing?

Tim was doing an outstanding job mentoring me. I suspected that may be his
brother Jerry or one of the other older boys had been Tim's teacher
although he never disclosed that fact. Back in the day being queer was not
cool and homos were not open or as they say today out about their
sexuality. Whatever Tim and I did together sexually was done in secrecy.

The secrecy thing posed an ethical dilemma for both of us. We both had been
raised Christians, belonged to the same church and were scouts too. The
principles of Christianity were found in the Ten Commandments. The Church
preached honesty and scouts were all about truthfulness. However, Tim and I
chose to disregard the ethical paradox. We would find secluded places where
we knew no one would catch us experimenting sexually.

From conversations I sensed that some of the other boys may have been
fooling around too. I never pursued anything sexual with the other boys in
our crew. Tim was my best bud. We trusted each other never to disclose what
transpired between us sexually. I finally fell asleep that Sunday night
with many unanswered questions about sex.