Date: Fri, 22 Aug 2008 10:26:38 -0700 (PDT)
From: D One <doned88@yahoo.com>
Subject: Shamus Turkleson

Everybody called his Turk, short for Turkleson. Not even the teachers used
a first name. That was because he professed to not having one. His records
used "Turk" as a nickname but no first name was listed.

So he was mysterious to most of us but a good guy at the same time.  He
joked, ran, smoked, argued, complained and basically was like us all. Yet
there was something unique about him.

Perhaps it was his charisma which enchanted us all -- even the adults in
our lives.

For me it was something more and even at my tender teenage years I knew
what it was.

Turk had light olive skin head to toe. We shared the same gym class so in
the locker room I got to see him nude.

There was alot of sneak looks at each other in that denizen of intimate
knowledge. Body shape, buttocks, muscles, pubic hair, dick size and
testicle volume were compared through quick glances.

I knew guys looked at me as I did them. Modesty, embarassment, self
consciousness and even shame were traits all of us adolescents had and it
was evident.  A few didn't. Turk was one of those.

He seemed natural being naked among the guys moving about in the locker
room. He walked at ease to and from the shower, drying himself or
undressing dressing at his locker.

Turk snapped towels and got snapped by them, joked and talked and moved
about seemingly delaying dressing...at least that's what it seemed to me.

I'd prolong finishing dressing as I looked down the length of the bench to
where he stood stretching, toweling off and finally letting the lucky cloth
of his shirt and pants surround him.

Yeah, yeah, I know, I was queer for Turk. But I noted that others looked at
him too. Our eyes often met and parted with blushing cheeks revealing
embarassed onlookers.

Among Turk's interesting traits was his penis. It hung as leisurely as he
existed. It seemed longer then most but not as long as Benny Jewel who was
measured at ten inches in the same locker room, or Arnie Companion who
happily displayed his constant boner that was so fat and long I couldn't
imagine any woman or man doing anything with it.

But I'm sure someone is now very happy with both of them and their genetic
gifts.

Turk's cock was circumsized, his smooth testicles hung like a heavy bag of
ballbearings. Unlike my own which seemed to move tight and high when naked,
his stayed low and relaxed, again much like Turk.

We played football on the school lawn or at various community events. The
bonus was I got to surround Turk with my arms that grew in strength over
the years. I felt his around me as well and looked up from the bottom of a
pile of peers to see his grinning face now and then.

I had a boy crush to be sure, and I hoped he had one too.

The summer after we graduated I missed him. I knew I would of course but I
didn't realize it fully until a month of not going to classes, not seeing
him naked and not pining for him in person.

So one hot summer Wednesday, I hopped on my little motorcycle and went to
find him. I knew where he lived. As I motored over dirt roads that were
spread like blood vessels all over the farm lands of our community, I
realized nobody I knew had ever visited him.

We had sleepovers over the years but they were usually at friends' houses
in the town. My Dad wouldn't let me have such an event saying the house
couldn't stand the type of antics we would get into.

I did have one or two barbque parties though. I realized Turk never hosted
any such events. And rarely did he appear at parties, dances or sleepovers
himself. When he did, we were surprised and pleased of course.

As I got nearer his farm, the houses seemed to be further apart separated
by fields of corn, acres of berry bushes and high fenses expanded by weeds.

Bees, flies and other strange flying insects abounded and bounced off my
visor as I urged my cycle to it's top speed which didn't seem fast enough.

"Turkelson" was written on the mailbox. It was neatly written, the box not
beat up like others I had seen and even the farmroad gate was clean,
painted and in near new shape.

The weeds and fence that faced the road hid what was behind. I opened the
gate and closed it carefully.

It was then I saw the rolling lawn of the greenist grass I had ever seen.
Fields of tall corn were on either side of the center grounds.

A tall white painted house was set up on the crest of the slope with
equally nicely painted buildings around it. The top of a traditionally red
roofed barn appeared as well.

But all of that cradled what I saw in the center far from the gate to the
left of the house. Figures were running back and forth across the green
grassy lawn.

I waved at the group but nobody seemed to notice. I stradled my bike
feelign aprehensive of traveling further. I hadn't been invited. Turk might
not even be there. I realized all the years of talking to him and sharing
classes, I didn't know if he had any brothers or sisters.

Yet there were several peple at his home. As I got closer I realized they
were all male based on the bare chests I discerned.

I continued the ride, not realizing how long a drive it was.  The figures
eventually grew larger. And another realization that suprised me was the
fact they were all naked.

It was apparently some kind of friendly football game complete with
blocking, passing and tackling. One or two wore white tennis shoes and the
others wore none. There were five of them, two shorter and two much caller.

I stopped on the road and watched them play. My stomach churned as it did
when I lay on my bed to masturbate. My penis became a cock inside the
shorts I wore. I wanted to watch the naked boys continue forever, it was a
stimulating, beautiful, natural and erotic scene.

Finally I removed my helmut and turned off the engine. I'd have to push my
bike or start the engine again to move it or perhaps turn it around and
leave. Shaking my head a bit to let my matted hair free, I saw one of the
naked footballers standing still while the others continued to play.

He looked towards me. The stance was familiar so I waved.  Turk began to
trot towards me, his maleness bouncing back and forth which hardened me
even more.

"Hey what are you doing here?" he asked. It wasn't a challenge so much as
pure surprise.

"Just thought about visiting." I said which was true. I realized my hand
adjusted my crotch full of blood filled cock. His eyes glanced down and
returned to mine. He was smiling.

"I uh missed you guys, I guess" I admitted "wondered what you were up
to..."  I began to mix a bit of stammering and babbling.

"Cool, come on we can use another guy" Turk had stepped closer. His hand
scratched his chest then his crotch. I tried not to lower my eyes.

I pushed my bike and Turk helped. His moving so naturally while totally
exposed reminded me of our high school years.

I put my helmut down and wondered about pulling my shirt off.

He must have heard my thoughts.

"You can strip down, nobody's home and the guys will feel better" he said.
I peeled my shirt off.

"You won't need shoes, the lawn is picked clean" he added. His bare feet
moved through the grass obviously enjoying the feeling between his toes.

I shucked my shoes too and delayed the last bit of clothing removal. I
hoped Turk, who seemed to be all knowing, would tell me not to worry about
my shorts. My hand adjusted my boner which had subsided a bit due to my
consern.

"Hey don't worry about the bone, we all get em" he said. And to emphasize
the freedom he described, his hand was handling his own penis. It responded
growing a bit as I watched. I was openly staring at it then.

I let my shorts drop and my hardness was visable to him.

"Hey nice one, never saw it hard before" he admitted looking at my cock at
one time, or at least that's the way I interpreted his comment.

We ran back to the group and I met his brothers. Pete and Bob his older
siblings, Teddy and Thomas his younger ones.

They smiled, shook hands, looked my naked body over up and down. I felt an
awkward moment but it was actually only a second before Bob told us to come
on.

Now we were two teams 3 on a side. I was on the same team as Turk which
meant I woudln't be able to wrap my arms around his bare body and tackle
him

My pink skin became red as the time passed. Turk's ever olive color skin
seemed to get darker. His brothers too had darker skin then me.  I wasn't
sure if it was all genetic or that they played naked on this grassy lawn
over the years.

The game was the usual type of casual football game. Bob, Pete and Tim on
one team against Turk, me and Teddy on the other. I threw a pretty good
pass which enabled Turk to sore across the imagined goal line between two
trees.

I ran and felt naked bodies of Turk's brothers against mine.  What told me
I had made the right decision that day were the piles of naked brothers on
top of me now and then.

Brothers of both teams weighed me down into the ground and I felt their
hands on me in fun, goosing and grabbing.

I took the liberty of doing the same, finally in gay heaven being able to
touch, hold, feel and play with other naked males...among which were Turk.

"Dad's comin, gotta get ready for dinner" Pete said. A pickup truck was
stirring up the dust along the road I had ridden on awhile earlier.

He waved as did his brothers.

Turk's arm across my shoulders impressed upon me he liked having me there.
"Stay for dinner" he said. It wasn't a question but a statement.

I stood under the hot spray in the shower stall. My clothing lay on a bed
in the next room. Turk was on the other side of the stall curtain. I could
see his naked form. We talked about school memories, about some of our
friends who had joined the Marines or were in Europe or going to college.

The curtain slid open and he stepped into the same area as me. "Turn
around" he said and I did feeling his soapy hands slide over my back,
buttocks and thighs.

It was what I had fantasized about. My cock revealed that to him.

We faced each other and held the boners that were between us. As we moved
closer, our hands slide making our breathing deeper and louder. He rested
his head on my shoulder and I did the same.

Masturbation if fun but funner when you can do it with another person,
especially one who you had fantasized about for years.

We grunted and quivered as our bodies reacted to the pleasure our brains
felt. My nerve endings felt the hot water more, my skin moved against his
and my hand measured the length of his erection as his did mine.

Short sounds escaped our throats as our muscles pulsed shooting streams of
our sperm against each other's wet skin and flowed down to the floor drain.

We resumed talking once we stepped from the shower and towel dried each
others backs and bodies.

"So you goin to college or what?" he asked and we talked as we dressed.
Pete was in the bedroom dressing at the same time.

"You staying over?" he asked. Pete seemed very friendly.

"Pete likes you" Turk said to me as we went downstairs to dinner.

There were no women there. Turk's Dad was friendly too. He asked me a few
questions, talked to his sons about chores and life.

I lay on the bedroom floor with Turk later watching TV. Bob, Pete and the
others joined us but eventually went to bed.

"I'll uh shack up with Bob, you two can have the room to yourself. You can
use my bed," Pete said adding, "if you want".

Already stripped to our shorts, it was easy to be naked next. There was no
discussion or hints. We moved into the same bed.

In the darkness Turk whispered, "he's gonna come back in later". I didn't
imagine what that meant. I was busy feeling Turk's hands on my body
exploring me the way I had dreamed about exploring him years ago.

That night I did. Our bodies released more sperm.  What I treasured the
most was while I felt him inside me, I muttered something like "fuck me
Turk" ... without realizing I was saying anything.

I heard him say "Shamus, call me Shamus"

His first name. Not even his brothers seemed to refer to him by that name,
calling him Turk like we all had in school.

I called him Shamus.

I still do.