Date: Mon, 9 Sep 2013 06:41:16 -0700 (PDT)
From: Sven Svensson <swedishjockboyxxx@yahoo.com>
Subject: MIKE'S DISCOVERY

Mike Farnell was literally up a tree.  He was 15 years old, ten days away
from his 16th birthday, and he was a jock boy at his high school, where he
was preparing to become the captain of the junior varsity football team
after setting a new points scoring record as a sophomore receiver.  He was
almost 5'9, 145 pounds of solid muscle, crew cut brown hair.  A teenage
high school jock.

There wasn't a girl at McKinley High who didn't get wet between her legs
about Mike Farnell.  He was gorgeous.  He was perfect.  But he wasn't
interested in their tits.  He was interested in their boyfriends.

That was why he was up a tree on a warm Saturday evening three weeks before
the fall semester would start at school.  He was up an elm tree to be
precise, one that grew in the front yard of his house, and he knew that he
could be up there at 10:45 PM, because his parents were off at one of their
fancy parties, and they wouldn't be home until 2:00 or so.  He was up there
because across the street lived the incoming captain of the varsity
football team, one Dave Everson, and as much as Mike wanted to take over
from Dave as captain once Dave finished school, he also wanted to see Dave
naked somewhere other than in the locker room with its mob of bubbas and
rednecks.  Mike spent plenty of time in the showers with his JV brothers, a
lot of butt slapping going on if they won, and they usually did, but he was
never allowed to take it a step up and grab a cock or whatever.  He would
never have dared exhibit any interest beyond the usual buddy-buddy shit,
because being labeled as a faggot would bring his whole life to an end.
The problem was that Central Kansas wasn't the kind of place where you were
likely to find any other guy who was interested in cock and not in pussy.
As it was, his school was known statewide for fielding a powerful football
team at all levels despite the minuscule size of the student body and the
school's finances.  Football was the holiest of holies, and Mike knew that
it was precisely because he was fast on the field that he was seen as
someone to look up to.  That would come crashing down around his ears if
ever anyone suspected that he was interested in ... well, anything other
than a blonde cheerleader.  So far he had managed to avoid the increasingly
pushy questions about why he didn't have a girlfriend, telling everybody
that he was so busy with his schoolwork that he didn't have time.  Luckily
Mike was a bright kid and kept up an almost perfect A average, so the
excuse worked.  But he knew it wouldn't work forever.

And so he was up the tree with his binoculars hanging around his neck,
ready to be focused on the upstairs bedroom across the street.  Dave
Everson's bedroom.  It was Saturday night, he knew that Dave was taking his
girlfriend Amber out to dinner, and he was forlornly hoping that the two of
them would come back to his house and fuck.  At least he'd get to see Dave
Everson's boner.  Mike was wearing his football pants for good luck, with
just a T-shirt over his muscular chest and abs.  He had a good spot in the
tree, he'd been coming up in this elm tree since the age of eleven when he
needed a break.  It was quiet up here, particularly when his parents were
having one of their epic rows.  He worked hard at school, he worked harder
at sports, when the coach told him to bulk up he bulked up, and now here he
was at the age of 16, desperately horny, masturbating every night in bed
with his male classmates in his mind and his football team even more so,
but he had not been able to find anyone to share his passion.  He didn't
even know how to begin to ask.

It was getting a little bit late, and Mike was thinking that he had to give
it up, because sitting in the tree in the front yard with binoculars in
hope that the future captain of the varsity football team was going to come
home and copulate with his girlfriend just for his amusement - well, that
was pretty lame.  But right when he was thinking about clambering down the
tree and going to bed to jerk off for what might have been, the light
switched on in Dave's room.  Mike froze, and he brought his binoculars up
to his eyes.  Dave, check.  Amber?  No Amber.  Dave looking pissed off,
Dave dressed in a polo shirt and pants.  Dave kicking off his shoes,
kicking them off angrily, one of them hitting the wall.  Dave stripping off
his tight polo shirt, giving Mike a good look at his pecs and his abs.
Jesus!  Dave disappearing into the bathroom off his bedroom, and then Dave
coming back wearing a robe, barefoot.  Dave getting on the bed with a
bounce, picking up the remote and switching on a TV which, Mike couldn't
see.

But he couldn't have expected what happened next.  Whatever Dave Everson
was watching, it was turning him on, because after a while the robe fell
open, and Christ, there was his cock!  Mike frantically pawed at the front
of his football pants, yanking them down to pull his turgid boner out.  He
pressed the binoculars to his eyes and grabbed his cock as Dave took his
one in his hand.  Maybe 20 seconds passed, and Dave Everson, the captain of
the football team, had an unmistakable boner.  Matt was trembling so much
that he thought that he might fall out of the tree.  His cock was so hard
that he could have cut glass with it, he thought.

Mike watched while his idol began to masturbate his cock.  He started out
slow, and then the fist on that magnificent cock got faster and faster, and
if Mike had had a telescope, he would have used it, because oh, god, it
looked like he was going for an orgasm, and then Jesus, Dave Everson arched
his back, and then oh, fuck, even from a distance Mike could see the cum
rocketing out of his balls and splattering all over his muscular chest, and
some of it even getting on his face.

Mike's own orgasm while he was watching Dave jerk off was so powerful that
he thought that he was going to fly off to Mars.  He had seen Dave
Everson's cock in the showers, of course, but oh, fuck, he had just watched
him beat his meat.  He continued to watch as Dave grabbed a towel from
under the bed and wiped himself off, then got up, giving Mike another look
at his beautiful tool, and closed the curtains.

Mike looked down ruefully at himself.  Jesus, he had spooged up his T-shirt
and his football pants something wicked.  He would have to toss them into
the washer.  He scrambled back down the old elm tree and went back into the
house.  He was going to jerk off in bed thinking about how Dave Everson
jacked himself off to an orgasm.  He was going to jerk off about that
tomorrow.  And every day until he finished high school and could get the
fuck out of Central Kansas and go somewhere where being gay wasn't akin to
being a Satanist.

He stripped down in the basement, where the washer and drier were, tossed
his soiled clothes inside, stood there for awhile thinking, then went back
upstairs and got the contents of his laundry hamper to add to the machine.
He could hear his father's hectoring voice: "A whole load of water for just
one pair of pants?  Do you think we're made of money?"

That done, Mike Farnell went back up to his bedroom and plunked on the bed.
He switched on the TV.  Oh, good, an old episode of The Honeymooners.  Mike
loved those old shows that had been made long before him, hell, maybe even
before his parents.  And then his phone beeped.

"Unknown number." Push a button.  "I saw you watching, dude."

Mike felt his heart drop into his stomach.  Oh, shit!  Dave had seen him.
Oh, god, what was he gonna do?  He was gonna tell everyone in school that
Mike had been watching him.  Jesus!  He looked out his window, even though
his room was on the opposite side of the house, and it wasn't like Dave was
going to be floating in the air out there.  He thought for a minute and
then got out of bed in his ratty gym shorts.  He switched off the light in
his room and padded over to his parents' bedroom, which was on the street
side.  He crept up to the window and peeked.  Dave's window was dark.
Shit!  He'd just gone to sleep.  The moon was shining pretty bright, it was
a full moon.  How had he not noticed that?  He might just as well have had
a spotlight on him up there in the tree.

And right at that moment there was a little flash of light in the tree,
right about where his hiding spot was.  It was as if someone had lit a
lighter.  Mike stood there in a lather of indecision, but there was no way
he was going to get to sleep, and someone was up in his tree.  He went back
to his room and pulled a T-shirt over his head, and then barefoot in his
shorts and tee, he went downstairs, thought a bit, and went out the back
door instead of the front door.  He walked around his house and stood at
the corner for awhile, looking up at the tree.  He couldn't see anything.
So he steeled himself, walked over to the tree, looked up, and said, "Who's
there?"

"It's me, dipshit," came Dave's voice.  "You were maybe expecting Santa
Claus?"

Mike felt a pang of relief.  Dave wouldn't be making jokes if he was mad,
would he?

And then he heard: "Come on up here.  I wanna talk to you."

Mike scrambled up the tree, and there he was -- his idol.  He was also
wearing shorts and a T-shirt, and he was also barefoot.  Mike didn't know
what shocked him more, the fact that Dave Everson was sitting in his tree
or that the god of school athletics was smoking a cigarette.  Every kid in
school knew from kindergarten that if you ever took one puff, you were as
good as dead from lung cancer.

Dave saw him looking and said, "I only smoke a couple a day.  They help me
calm down."

Mike sat down next to him, as far away from Dave as he could be without
falling out of the tree.  He didn't know what to say, and he felt himself
sweating buckets.

Dave said: "So you watched me beat off.  Did you like it?"

Mike felt himself turning eight shades of purple.  Jesus!  What a question!

A puff on the cigarette.  "I didn't mind."

Mike said nothing.

A puff on the cigarette: "I gotta say, Farnell, you would have been the
last guy in Kansas I would have expected to get his rocks off looking at
me."

"Well, it's my tree," Mike said, and then rolled his eyes.  God, what a
stupid thing to say!

Another puff, and then, in a soft and urgent voice: "Dude, I've know that I
like guys since I was like ten years old.  You don't know how hard I tried
to make it not be like that.  You know my dad (Army recruiter, tough guy).
You know my brother (third year med student and an unparalleled golden
boy).  I mean fuck, dude!  I hate this fucking town!  I hate the fucking
school!  I hate living at home!  I can't fucking wait for one more fucking
year so that I can get out of this fucking cow town, maybe get a football
scholarship for a college somewhere a million fucking miles away or even if
not, go somewhere that's not here.  So fucking not here!"

"But what about Amber?  You guys ..."

Dave gave a harsh laugh.  "Amber?  She's a dyke, dude.  Her and me, we
cover for each other.  She's the only person in the world who knows that
I'm a fag.  We go out to dinner, we go to dances and shit, we let everybody
see us.  She says she's got a girlfriend in Topeka."

Mike felt dizzy.  "Dude!  You could have told me!"

Dave gave him a sideways look.  "Yeah, and have you tell the whole fucking
school?  I don't think so."

"Never, dude!  What the fuck do you think of me?  I mean, I'm ... um
... well, you know, like that, too."

And then to Mike's utter surprise and shock, Dave Everson, the stud
football star, broke into tears.

"I'm so fucking lonely," he sniffed.  "Amber told me there were some guys
in Topeka she could set me up with, but how the fuck would I get there?  I
wouldn't even know what to fucking do with another guy."

Mike scooted over and put an arm over Dave's shoulders.  "I'm sorry."
Above all he wanted Dave to stop crying.  He couldn't take it.

Dave leaned his head against Mike's shoulder and ran the back of his hand
over his face.  "I'm the one who's sorry, dude.  Crying like some little
girl."

Mike gave his shoulder a clumsy squeeze.  "It's OK." He felt his seven-inch
rocket-tipped missile starting to swell.  Whatever he had been expecting
from this summer Saturday evening, this was surely not it.  Dave Everson
was all that and a bag of chips.  He was 6'0 tall, with golden blond hair
and blue eyes, as handsome as a movie star and with a carefully honed body
that allowed him to be the best quarterback in the school's history, or so
everybody said.

And then he heard Dave say: "Dude, you're getting a boner." He looked down,
and sure enough, two inches of his cock were sticking out of the leg hole
of his ratty gym shorts.

"Sorry."

"Don't be.  I've got one, too."

Dave's head was still on Mike's shoulder.  Mike looked down at his crotch.
Nothing was sticking out of Dave's shorts, but there was a bulge in there.
And then he felt two fingers tentatively touch his dick.  He didn't move a
muscle as Dave's fingers encircled his cockhead.  And he heard the captain
of the football team say, "Wanna come over to my house?  My folks are gone
for the weekend."

Mike stole a glance at his watch.  11:30.  His parents wouldn't be home for
another two or three hours.  "OK."

Silently, the two boys climbed back down the tree, and silently they walked
across the street.  Dave had left his front door unlocked, and they went
inside.  Silently they climbed the stairs to the second floor, and silently
they went into the bedroom which Mike had been looking at through his
binoculars half an hour earlier.  The bed, a TV set on top of the dresser,
a desk with a pile of books on it, a towel alongside the bed.  Mike's cock
gave a jump.  Dave had just emptied out his balls on that towel, and he had
a sudden urge to grab it and stuff it in his face for about an hour.  The
room smelled of a young man – a little bit of musk, a little bit of
sweat, a whole lot of testosterone.

The two jocks stood there looking at each other for a moment, both of them
nervous, both of them scared, and then Dave said, "What the hell," took two
steps forward, threw his muscular arms around Mike and put his lips on
Mike's lips.  Their teeth bumped together, their mouths opened, their
tongues found each other, and then the two of them were kissing
passionately and desperately, as if this was the last day of their lives.
Their hands roamed all over each other's back and butt, and their cocks
swelled in anticipation as they mashed together.  Dave yanked Mike's shorts
down and grabbed his boner hard in his fist.  Mike fumbled with Dave's
shorts, but got them pulled down, and fuck, there it was, the cock of his
dreams.  He took it in his hand and thought that it was burning, it was so
hot.

Still kissing, still hugging, still holding onto each other's cock like it
was a lifeline, they stumbled sideways and fell onto the bed, Dave on top
of Mike, then Mike on top of Dave.  Both of them were frantic, because for
both of them this was the first time that they had ever been up close with
another guy.  Dave, on top, raised his butt and fumbled his shorts off,
kicking them off the end of the bed.  He broke his lip lock long enough to
sit up and yank his T-shirt off, giving Mike a close up look at that
fantastic chest and the six-pack abs that were underneath it.  There was a
riot of blond hair around the steel hard cock that was sticking up.  Mike
felt like he was about to faint.  He struggled to get his own T-shirt and
shorts off, and then they were both naked, two young studs at the peak of
their sexuality.  Dave fell back on top of Mike and got busy again with
kissing.  The two throbbing cocks mashed together, both of them leaking
precum hard, both pairs of balls coiling up for a blastoff that would carry
them to the moon.  No, to Jupiter or maybe even Pluto.

Dave raised his head, looked into Mike's eyes and said, "Can I try to suck
you?" Mike nodded, and Dave shimmied down his body until his face was right
in Mike's crotch.  He gave Mike a look with his blue eyes that was equally
passionate and frightened, and then he took a deep breath, opened his
mouth, and dove down.  One second later he was back up, coughing and
spluttering and choking, tears springing out of his eyes.  And he broke
into laughter.

"Oh, fuck," he said.  "Too eager." Mike looked down his body at him and
cracked up, too.  Dave collapsed on the bed next to him, and they held each
other in their muscular harms, howling with laughter that was based on
nothing other than pure relief that finally, finally they had found one
another.  Anyone who had looked at the two of them right then would have
thought that they had both lost their minds, though anyone with an
appreciation for the male form would then have focused on two perfectly
sculpted teen jock bodies and two inordinately handsome young men.

Eventually Dave stopped laughing, wiped off his eyes and said, "Man, in
porno flicks it always looks so easy.  Lemme try again."  The question
"Porno movies?  What porno movies?" flashed into Mike's mind.  His computer
had a strict parental filter on it that wouldn't have allowed him to see
anything more than guys with their shirts off if he had wanted to.  But
then his cock was engulfed in the warm moistness of another boy's mouth,
and he forgot all about the cinematic industries.  He lay back on the
pillow, closed his eyes, and wished that he could stay there forever.  An
hour ago he'd been a lonely boy sitting up in his tree and whacking away
watching Dave masturbating, and now Dave was sucking his painfully erect
cock.  Jesus!

Dave concentrated on his breathing, and with every up and down motion of
his head he found that he was enjoying this cocksucking business more and
more.  His own eight-inch cock was bursting at the seams, but he didn't
touch it, knowing that if he did, it would all be over right then and
there.  Instead he took Mike's balls in his hand and rolled them around,
earning a groan of satisfaction from the teenager.  And then suddenly
Mike's hand reached out and pushed his head away.

"Stop," Mike gasped.  "I was about to cum.  I wanna try it on you, OK?"

They switched positions.  Dave lay down on his back and spread his legs,
and Mike got in between them.  He took Dave's big rod in his hand, licked
his lips nervously, and took it into his mouth.  It was silken and hard,
and he could taste salty precum dripping onto his tongue.  Mike slowly
lowered his head until much to his surprise and gratification, all eight
inches were inside his mouth and his nose was in Dave's pubes.  Dave
groaned and bucked his hips, and Mike pulled back quickly, because he
didn't want to go through the same choking.  He had never seen a porno
movie, so he went on instinct, copying what Dave had been doing to him --
up and down, lots of spit, big jock balls in his hand.  After a bit, he
licked Dave's big boner from bottom to top a couple of times, getting a
gasp and a moan in response.  And then he dove back down.  The precum was
flowing copiously, and this time it was Dave who pushed his head away.

"Like one nanosecond from blasting," he said.  "Dude, would be OK if we
just jerked off together?  I wanna see you cum."

Mike smiled at him and moved back up to the top of the bed.  The two
teenage jocks put their arms around each other's shoulders and got busy
with their free hands.  They looked into each other's eyes, and they looked
at each other's cocks, eyes again, cocks again, eyes again ... and then as
if on cue, Dave gave a roar, Mike gave a roar, and their balls erupted
volcanically, as if they had not been emptied out an hour before, as if
they had never been emptied out at all.  They gasped and moaned and writhed
and thrashed around on the bed as their first-ever boy-on-boy orgasms
brought them to the top of Mount Everest, shook them hard, and then let
them down again.

There was a silence for a minute or two, and then Dave looked over at Mike
and said, "You made a mess on yourself." And that cracked them up again,
the two of them, two handsome teenagers in the best years of their lives,
made all that much better by finally having broken through their cage of
loneliness, horniness and frustration.  They looked at each other, and this
time their kiss was that of two experienced homo boys.  Lots of tongue,
lots of spit, lots of love.

***

Four weeks later, Mike was in the stands for the varsity team's opening
game against a team from the next county over.  Dave threw four touchdown
passes and ran for two more, and the team wiped the floor with its
opponents.  The final score was 45 to 3.  Dave was brought to the center of
the field and presented with the player of the game trophy, and when the
cheering died down and the microphone was given to him, he took a breath
and said, "I'm dedicating this to a special person in my life.  You know
who you are."  Every girl in the stadium was jealous, as were more than
just a few of the boys.  Not Mike.  He smiled.