Date: Sun, 27 Aug 2006 23:33:50 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jeffrey Uher <chefjlu@sbcglobal.net>
Subject: When I Knew I was Gay! Part 10

Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is
illegal to read materials of this kind where you live, then
please stop now. This story contains descriptions of sexual
activity between teenage boys and men. And is for adult eyes
only! The acts are consensual and are a result of their love
or lust for one another. This story is completely true, all
personal descriptions, and names have been changed to
protect people's identities and privacy.
I would love to hear from you, so write to me about your
experiences.



I'm a 5' 9", teddy bear, dark blonde hair, fairly hairy, 6"
cut, low-hangers with bluegray eyes, and mid-forties now. I
have many stories to relate about my early years of sexual
experimentation. At this point in my life I am in Junior
High.



On the Saturday after Thanksgiving I ran into Kyle at the
grocery store when my mom and I stopped to get some odds and
ends. He said his family had been away for the holiday at
relatives but he'd be over today if that was okay. When
would be getting back home. I said as soon as we were done
and it would be fine if he came over. We got home and while
I was unpacking the car Barry came down the driveway and
helped me finish up. I told him I needed to go out and do
some chores and Kyle was probably coming over. He said fine
and went with me to the barn and help.

As we were cleaning out the horse stalls Barry brought up
the other day up at our family's cottage and what had
happened in the restroom. I told him about the older (in my
eyes) man who I had a sexual encounter with. He asked me if
I was scared when it happened and I replied it was somewhat
scary and exciting all in one. When he asked what we did I
told him and I could see it excited him. He was all ears as
I described what went on. When I finished he said to me he
didn't think he could do something like that, he'd be too
scared. We were just finishing up in the stalls when Kyle
showed up. He helped us finish up and get the horses fed and
freshly watered and then we headed upstairs.

Kyle went and dug out some of the magazines we had hidden
during the summer and said he'd brought more from his
cousin. There was a broad mix in the batch he had brought of
both heterosexual and homosexual content. One in
particular caught my interest it was titled "Coach's
Personal Manager" and the cover showed a younger looking guy
sucking the cock of an older man who was only wearing a jock
strap. My cock went instantly hard and I sat down to look at
the contents more intently. This magazine was a bit
different from most of the others; there was a narrative
that went along with the story.

It described how the boy was on the varsity football team as
the star quarterback. The coach gave him extra credit for
"personally" helping him. As the pictures related the
personal help was sucking the coach's cock, licking his
asshole and letting the coach fuck him. The story was a real
turn-on to me! I was rubbing my cock and so engrossed in the
pictures and story I hadn't even noticed that Kyle and Barry
were jerking each other's cock while looking at the pictures
in another magazine.

I went back to my magazine and the next picture showed the
coach sitting on the younger guy's face in just a jock
strap. It was so sexy seeing this older guy's hairy ass
getting tongued by the younger guy that I dug out my cock
and began beating off! The next pictures showed the coach
having moved back some so that his balls were covering the
younger guy's mouth. I looked up as I heard Barry moaning
and saw Kyle had shifted around and the two were sucking
each other's cock. Kyle had his pants and briefs pushed down
past his knees while Barry had pushed his pants down to his
ankles and his briefs were at his knees, his ass was pointed
right at me and I couldn't help but slip my pants and briefs
off and move over and begin kissing his ass cheeks.

This startled him and he stopped sucking Kyle's cock a
moment to look back and smile at me. He went back to sucking
cock and I pulled his ass cheeks open planted my face in
between his cheeks and just inhaled his scent. The chores
had worked up a nice sweat and the hair in his ass was wet
with sweat. I licked out and tasted his sweat. I moved down
a bit and found his ass hole with my mouth and locked my
lips around his hole and sucked hard. He moaned and squirmed
as I then pointed my tongue and stabbed at his hole. I
pulled back to admire his ass a bit before I moved back in
licking his crack from top to bottom in long broad licks.
The smell and the taste of his ass was driving me crazy!

After a few minutes of licking and prodding at his ass hole
I felt it opening up and letting my tongue in. Kyle was
still busy sucking on his cock and the moans coming from
Barry were coming from deep down. He was in a natural fuck
motion trying to drive his cock into Kyle's mouth on the
push and when he pulled back I had my tongue on his hole
pushing as deep as I
could into his ass hole. After about 5 minutes of this he
said he was cuming and Kyle latched onto his cock and take
his load. I moved a finger to Barry's ass hole and pushed in
deep massaging that knot I had been shown and felt his hole
squeeze closed on my finger as he shot his load letting out
a loud groan. I reached up with my other hand and covered
his mouth saying he was going to wake the dead. Kyle
sputtered a laugh at my comment and pulled off Barry's cock
before he finished shooting and took a direct shot in the
eyes.

Kyle's face got two more shots before Barry's orgasm faded.
His face was covered in cum and Barry started laughing at
the look of Kyle. I went and found an old towel and gave it
to them to clean up. I was pulling my pants on and the guys
were straightening up when Craig came bounding up the stairs
and found us. He was there to pick up Barry as their family
was headed out to eat. He took a look around and knew
something had transpired. He then noticed some of the
magazines and when he saw a couple realized they were his!
He gave a bit of a lecture about how we shouldn't have these
and that he and whoever else we got them from could get into
trouble about them! Kyle said he had to get home, grabbed
his bag and ran off.

Craig sat down and gave us a stern lecture about the
magazines and that we needed to give them to him and he
would get rid of them. I apologized and Barry mumbled
something while looking at the floor. I gave Craig all the
magazines we had and he put them in a bag and said we would
soon be old enough to purchase them ourselves and needed to
wait until then! Also we needed to get a bit of a grip about
fooling around with everyone. The more who were around the
more likely that someone we didn't want to find out would
find out! He really was acting more like our father than an
older brother. When he went to put the bag in his car Barry
said he wondered what had gotten into his brother.

When Craig got back I asked him just that. This wasn't the
same guy who had given us the talk the other day! He said he
was sorry; it's just that it was one thing for a couple of
young guys to fool around and experiment in growing up and
it was a whole other thing if we were "teaching" half the
neighborhood! Didn't it occur to us that the pornography we
had was illegal for us to have and whoever it came from
could get in trouble if some adult found out about it?! We
both replied that we hadn't really thought about it, we were
just curious about what sex was all about. He said "it will
come in due time. Don't grow up too fast! Just let things
come as they come."

They left and I headed back inside. Mom asked where Barry
was and I told her Craig came and got him and they were
going to dinner. She
asked what I wanted for dinner since we had been eating
Thanksgiving leftovers for the past couple of days. I said
spaghetti sounded good and she asked my father and brother
and they said that sounded good also. It was late in the
afternoon so we decided to head out to get some and ended up
at a local pizzeria and had dinner. As we were eating dinner
some friends of my parents came in that they hadn't seen in
a couple of years. My brother and I remembered them and they
sat near us so they could catch up. When we stood to greet
them they remarked about how both us had grown since we last
saw them. The woman remarked that they couldn't remember
which of us was older, but I looked like the older one.

My father chuckled and said no; actually I was the youngest
in the family. My brother didn't say much I just saw his
eyes roll and my father remarked that once I had grown
taller a lot of people thought I was older, even when my
sister was around. My mother attributed some of it to my
demeanor and how I behaved around adults. I was respectful
but I was never intimidated by them. I could always enter a
conversation with ease with adults. As my mother put it "He
always has had an affinity for being around older people.
He's always very comfortable in social situations involving
them." I didn't say much to this but in my own mind I
attributed some of it to being around my sister so much with
her friends.

She is 7 years older than me and many of her friends were
7,8 or 9 years older than me. They never treated me like a
little kid. They took me to play miniature golf, bowl, for
ice cream or whatever and since I didn't whine or cause
problems they treated me like I was part of their group.
Also I was involved in the PTA and PTSA when my mother was
involved state and nationally with the organization and she
included me when she went to conventions, seminars and the
like. All my time around older people made it a comfortable
situation for me.

Interestingly another aspect was that as the youngest in the
family I was given more leeway and allowed to make more
decisions on my own than my sister and brother. They always
made mention of this when there was some conflict and even
though my parents knew this was the case I also had a very
different disposition than either of them. Our family doctor
even acknowledged this to my parent's. I stayed up later at
night and when my mother was having difficulty with it she
asked our doctor. He asked about my waking up and daily
routine and did it upset it, she said no and he told her I
just had that affinity of needing less sleep than most
people. Other things that came up were followed in the same
way. Even my grandparent's would remark about how I had my
own schedule and it didn't interfere with anyone else or my
own functioning. My sister
and brother resented this for years and even thought I was
in coercion with our doctor.

One time my brother asked our doctor about it and the doctor
laughed. He reminded my brother how when he didn't get
enough sleep he had trouble waking up and was really cranky
as a result. It was chalked up to my "just being different".
I actually did get along with our doctor well and he was the
first in my "inner circle" that I talked about my being
homosexual (later in this same year). He was very helpful
and gave me a couple of booklets to read as well as telling
me that if I ever needed to talk or had questions to come to
him. He reminded me that our conversations were just between
us. He had four kids of his own and I later found out that
one of his daughters was a lesbian and she realized it fully
when she was in college.

We finished dinner and headed home. The rest of the weekend
passed with out excitement. After church on Sunday I went to
see Barry before they went home. We talked about what his
brother had said and realized his brother was looking out
for our well-being. I hugged him and reminded him to have
that honest talk with his friend and he said he would. Deep
down I didn't think Barry was a homosexual I just think he
was going through a growing stage and would realize soon he
wasn't homosexual.

When I got home I sat down to watch some TV before going to
bed and I was looking forward to seeing Peter in school
tomorrow. I got together some things I needed for school and
went to bed. I dreamed all night about Peter and wondered
what he did during his holiday. When the morning came I was
up and out early and headed to school before my brother had
finished breakfast. I told my mom I had to get some tutoring
materials and set up a schedule for study rooms. I had been
assigned another student, a girl and she would become one of
my best friends. She needed some help in science and Mr.
Johnson, the teacher had recommended me. While I was in the
library scheduling study rooms Peter walked by, saw me and
came in giving me a big hug. I thought for a minute he was
going to kiss me when he said he'd be right back after he
dropped his jacket in his locker.

I was so glad to see him and I don't really know what Ms.
Drazen the librarian was thinking, but she smiled and said
"you two get along like brothers. He really looks out for
you, you know?" I smiled and said yes. She took the schedule
and asked me if I thought I could handle 3 tutees. There was
someone that came up in a recent teacher's meeting who was
having trouble with math but no one was presently available
to work with her. I said it had to be approved by the
counselor's office but I felt I could handle it. She said
she'd check on it. Peter got back and wanted to tell me
about his
holiday and wanted to know about mine.

We went down to the cafeteria where you could buy juice,
milk, pastries and breakfast sandwiches if you liked early
before classes. I grabbed an OJ and Peter grabbed a bagel
and OJ. He told me about seeing some of his family and then
said he really had a story to tell me. He looked around to
check who was near us and lowered his voice before telling
me about going swimming at the school pool where his cousins
went to school and seeing lots of guys naked and checking
out their cocks and asses. At one point he had to get out of
the pool to go to the bathroom. He found one just outside
the gym entrance in the hallway. Once in the rest room he
found 3 stalls and 2 urinals and a couple of sinks. He took
the end stall and didn't think anyone else was there until
he had got his swim trunks pushed down that he realized
there was someone in the middle stall.

As he sat on the toilet the guy next to him began tapping
his foot and moving it slightly under the partition into his
stall. He didn't know what was going on but on impulse he
tapped his foot a couple of times. Next the guy somewhat
whispered "Do you want to fool around?" I asked what he
meant and he replied "Do you suck cock?" I didn't really
reply and suddenly I saw him kneel down and move his legs
under the partition and present me with his hard cock! I
froze for a moment when I heard him tell me to suck on his
cock. I knelt on one knee and began jerking his cock. He
whispered for me to suck his cock. I took a tentative lick,
it tasted clean and a bit of chlorine, he must have been
swimming. I began to suck on the head of his cock when we
heard the outside door squeak and he pulled back and sat
down, so I did the same.

We heard someone taking a piss at one of the urinals and
then leave. He moved back into position and I went back to
work sucking his cock. It was surrounded by a bush of brown
hair and it too smelled of chlorine. As I worked his cock he
moaned and began stroking the base of his cock while I
sucked on the head and the first couple of inches. Suddenly
he pulled back although I didn't hear anything. He whispered
for me to put my cock under the wall. As soon as I moved
under the partition I felt his warm wet mouth engulf my
cock. Oh god it felt good! He took my whole cock into his
mouth and licked out at my balls! After having seen all the
cocks in the locker room I was ready to shoot quickly. He
must have sensed this as he released my cock and I felt him
stroking my inner thighs and massaging back on my lower ass
cheeks.

He went back down on my cock and began playing with my balls
and ass while sucking on my cock. I was shaking from the
impending orgasm when I felt his finger enter my ass hole.
He began
moving that finger in and out and around when I felt my load
begin to shoot into his mouth. On my first shot I heard him
moan and then felt him swallowing my load as he left my cock
in his mouth as I shot the rest of my load. I collapsed to
the floor which was cold on my ass and as I sat on the floor
he pushed his cock back under the partition asking me to
suck him off. It only took another minute or so before I
felt him shooting in my mouth and pulled off and let is
spurt onto his stomach.

We didn't say anything else as I got myself straightened up
and hurried out of the rest room but was curious about who I
had just sucked off. I stood around the corner and kept an
eye on the door waiting for whoever came out. In a couple of
minutes the door opened and out walked a man about 35 or 40
years. I went back into the pool area and saw him talking to
a woman and her two younger children. I asked my cousin if
he knew them and he said it was the baseball coach and he
also was a teacher!

He told me about the wonderful dinner they had and how neat
it was to see his cousins. He hadn't seen them in a couple
of years as they used to live in California. I asked him if
anything happened and he said no, but he did get to see a
lot of naked guys as they went swimming just about every
day. He told me he wished I had been there, he really missed
me. Then he prodded me about what I did during the week.

I told him Barry and I spent a lot of the weekend together
as both our families prepared and ate dinner together. I
told him about going to my grandparent's farm and I could
see the disappointment in his face. He said he wished he
could have gone to the farm. He then asked me if Barry and I
had fooled around with each other. I told him about Barry's
dilemma with his sexuality and that yes we had fooled
around. He looked at me and said "I thought so. You really
like Barry don't you? I kept wondering every night what the
two of you were doing."

I looked at him and told him I had always thought Barry was
a neat guy but that I also realized that I didn't have those
kinds of feelings for him. I really had missed him (Peter)
and now knew my feelings for Barry were different. His face
lit up and he said if we weren't in the cafeteria he would
kiss me and I told him that the cafeteria was definitely the
wrong place for that. He asked what else I did and I told
him about being up at the farm and told him I had a similar
encounter in the bathroom at the beach. It was time for
homeroom and we headed out. I told him we were scheduled for
study during lunch today.

He asked me why the change of time and I told him the
basketball coach wanted to see me about
refereeing some games this week. He said fine he'd grab us a
sandwich and some milk and bring them up to the library.
When we reached his locker I stopped and we talked about
maybe going to Paul's farm at the end of the week. When he
opened his locker I noticed he had a small poster of Donny
Osmond inside. I kidded him that I really thought Donny was
cute and he said he thought so also.

We went on our separate ways and before I got into my
homeroom the gym teacher was outside to confirm that the
coach wanted to see me after school. I said I got the note
and would be there. He shook my hand and said he'd see me
later. A couple of my friends asked what that was all about
and when I told them they thought it was a great idea. The
last game they played ended up in a big argument over a foul
and the game just broke up and ended. If someone was there
to sort it out they might actually finish a game.

Lunch couldn't come too soon and when I walked into the
library I saw Peter was already there with lunch. When I
walked into the room he immediately grabbed me and gave me a
big kiss pushing his tongue into my mouth where we dueled
for a few seconds before stepping apart. He said "I've
wanted to do that since I saw you this morning! I've really
missed you!" He stepped to me and embraced me in a bear hug
and I could feel his hard cock through his pants and my cock
was hardening also. I reached down and grabbed his butt and
squeezed his butt cheeks.

He looked into my eyes and told me he loved me. He began
rubbing his cock against mine and while I massaged his ass.
I reached into the back of his pants and was surprised to
find him not wearing any underwear. I was now in contact
with his lightly haired ass cheeks. I ran the tips of my
fingers on my right hand into his ass crack and brought them
to my nose. They smelled sweaty and musty and just like I
knew Peter would smell. He leaned down a bit and smelled my
fingers also which elicited a moan from him. He teasingly
said to me "fingerlickin' good!" I laughed lightly and he
kissed me again.

I dropped down on my knees and pressed my face into his
crotch inhaling his scent. I felt his cock flex against my
left cheek. It turned me on knowing he wasn't wearing
underwear! Only one layer of cloth separated me from his
cock, balls and ass! I pushed his hips and got him to turn
around where I pushed my face into his ass. I couldn't
control my urges and reached up and pulled on the waist of
his pants. He undid his belt and unbuttoned the waist while
I continued pulling on his pants. He didn't even get the
zipper open all the way when his pants dropped to the floor.

I was in sensory overload by now. His lightly haired ass
cheeks split in the middle by a furry trench stared back at
me. The smell of his ass was stronger and I didn't know what
to do first. I leaned forward to kiss his left ass cheek
when I changed my mind. I couldn't wait any longer. I
grabbed his hips and pressed my face into his ass crack and
inhaled his scent. His smell was etched in my mind and it
was my biggest turn-on. I was beginning to realize that
every man had his own unique scent and Peter's was sweet yet
musty and rich with a musk that made my cock harden to its
fullest. When he worked out, played and was active the sweat
he produced only added to his scent.

I took another deep inhale of Peter's musky ass and pressed
my lips to his hairy ass hole and kissed it. I felt him
shiver in anticipation. I pulled back a moment and just took
in the sight of his ass. Then I reached up and pulled his
cheeks open giving me a close-up of his hairy hole. It was
winking at me, or at least I thought it sure looked like it
was. Winking and beckoning me to kiss it, lick it and play
with it. I leaned back in and locked my lips over his hole
and sucked hard. I almost thought his legs were going to
collapse and I felt him grasp my head almost in an attempt
to steady himself. I licked at his ass and his ass hole
tasting the most intimate part of Peter.

He pressed my face into his ass harder and I heard him tell
me to never stop. He leaned over the back of a chair and
bent his knees slightly giving me full access to his ass.
What a sight we must be, Peter naked from the waist down
pushing his ass into the face of me with my cock sticking
out of the fly of my pants. The room smelled of teen sweat,
cock and ass and we were so into ourselves we didn't realize
there were only a couple minutes left in the period.

I was working my tongue into his hole just as the bell rang!
I pulled back startled and we scrambled to straighten up and
get to our next class. Before we walked out of the study
room Peter gave me a big kiss. When we broke the embrace he
was giggling and asked what was so funny. He said my face
smelled like his sweaty ass I might want to stop in the rest
room on my way to my next class. I giggled and told him I'd
risk it. It might be interesting to see who might notice and
what they do.

As we walked out of the library he whispered he never got
off and he was still hard. I said he better be careful,
without underwear he had no way to hide his boner. I told
him to think about something non-sexual and will his boner
down. He said he was trying but he kept coming back to me
licking his ass or sucking his cock and that ended it. I
went into my next class and told him he better think of
something else, it was clear he was hard.

The end of the day came and Peter was at my locker seconds
after I got there. I inquired about his problem and he gave
me a smirk. He said he thought the teacher was turned on
looking at his boner under his desk during class. I said he
couldn't be serious; Mr. Smith had to be at least 60 years
old. Nobody that age had sex. We laughed about that and I
told him there's a vision to keep in mind next time he had a
boner that wouldn't go away. He headed home and I headed to
the gym.

The coach (Mr. Petri) was waiting for me and my god was he a
sight! I had never seen him in shorts and an athletic shirt.
He was about 6'4" tall with black hair that covered his
legs, chest and even his shoulders! His eyes were a deep
brown and he had a bit of a 5 o'clock shadow. I wasn't sure
how old he was, maybe 30 or 35 and I couldn't help but stare
at his ass when he stood and shook my hand. He said
something about my brother being on the JV team I didn't
really hear him. I was trying hard to picture him naked.

We started talking about my refereeing some of the games but
first we would spend today watching the guys play and having
me call the game so he could see if I knew what I was doing.
He put his arm around my shoulder and we walked into the
gym. He towered over me and his touch sent a shiver through
me. I liked this man already. He was like a big brother. He
introduced me to the guys, some I knew and some I didn't. He
explained what I was going to be doing and that everyone who
played in the pickup or intramural games would abide by the
calls I made. If all went well I would help teach another
person to do the same. His last command was "I don't want to
have to break up anymore arguments or fights! Anyone
involved in the future will answer to him! It could lead to
the player being banned from playing in the games!"

A couple of guys who knew my brother said they thought this
would be great. If I needed any help all I had to do was
ask. We used a timer clock to time the quarters and time
outs that the science teacher gave me. A couple of guys
started to cause problems right off. Mr. Petri pulled one
aside and had a stern talk with him for a minute or two and
he got a new attitude. The other kid still challenged
everything complaining that it wasn't any fun playing with a
bunch of rules. Some of the other players said that was
because he didn't follow any rules ever when he played.
That's why they had the arguments they did.

The coach made a call during a lay up play and this kid
threw a fit. He was swearing and complaining and to my
amazement Mr. Petri had his step over to the bleachers and
everyone could hear him telling the kid that maybe he
wouldn't be allowed to play in the games any more. The other
guys agreed that would be best,
he was always a problem. The coach went on about giving him
a chance but that he was due some punishment for the foul
language he used! The kid bent over the bleachers and waited
while the coach got a paddle. I had never seen this before.
The coach told the kid to pull down his shorts and the guys
on the team all snickered at the sight of his pale ass while
the coach administered 5 firm but not hurtful smacks on that
ass. It turned a bright red and he was rubbing it as he
pulled up his shorts.

When he came back onto the court you could see the tears in
his eyes. He certainly was a different person after his
punishment. The coach reminded everyone that foul language
was not tolerated in his gym! After the game started up
again he mentioned to me to correct anyone who used foul
language and if they gave me a hard time to get him
immediately. Otherwise he was very pleased with how things
went and told the guys playing to check the schedule in the
office for my available days. If there were other games and
I was available and wanted to ref them that was fine also.
There was about 4 minutes left in the quarter and he told me
when it ended to give a 10 minutes break and see him in the
office before continuing the game. "No problem" I replied.

The quarter ended and I went to the office. He showed me the
schedule and asked me to put my phone number on it also. He
thought things would go fine but remember a couple of the
guys like to think they are in charge. If they get out of
hand either get him or the gym teacher. I said fine and went
back to finish up the game. Everything went fine and when
the guys headed to the locker room I followed talking with
some of my brother's friends. The locker room felt different
than during gym class. Most of these guys were older than me
by 3, 4 or more years. A couple of the guys were juniors and
the team atmosphere and camaraderie brought about a lot of
ass slapping, dirty jokes and talk of girls and who was
scoring with who. Really surprising was to see a couple of
the guys with boners walking into the showers and nobody
reacting to it negatively. Instead they joked about them not
getting any lately, having a broken arm & hand and guys
yelling to other guys not to bend over to pick up the soap.

I was watching the whole scene with great interest. I saw a
couple of guys grab at each other's balls and joke about it.
In the next row of lockers somebody was checking something
out on the butt cheek of a friend, something that he
couldn't see. I was also really enjoying the show of cocks,
balls and asses. Some guys (most) had cocks pulled up into
their pubic bushes, while some showed a nice hanging dick
and a couple were showing big fat cocks. The couple of guys
who had boners earlier had shrunk back to look like the rest
of the guys. Some guys were hairy others were smooth with
hair only around their cocks and in their armpits. Again I
was in sensory overload with the scent of the locker room -
sweat, piss, ass, musk, deodorant and more. The sights spoke
for themselves!

Hairy asses, smooth asses, asses that only had hair in the
crack - balls pulled into a crotch, balls hanging down and
swinging, hairy balls, smooth balls - short cocks, long
cocks, fat cocks, thin cocks, cut cocks and even a couple of
uncut cocks. Most of the guys showed no modesty! Scratching
their asses, fondling their balls and cocks, bending over
with their ass right in another guy's face and I even saw a
couple of guys brush their cocks against the back of another
guy's head when squeezing past them sitting on a bench. In
the showers some guys pissed right in front of the others,
some played grab ass and I even saw a few spending leisurely
long moments washing their cocks and asses digging deep into
their ass cracks with no embarrassment!

I didn't rush much as I was enjoying the sights. By the time
I entered the shower to take my shower there were only about
4 other guys still around. As I was standing under the
shower rinsing my hair I felt a hand on my ass. It startled
me and when I turned to look I saw one of the juniors I knew
from church standing behind me. The middle finger of his
left hand was diddling my ass hole and he said to me did I
enjoy that. I nodded yes and he told the other two guys in
the showers at this time that I was cool.

I looked closer and noticed one of the other guys was a
friend of my brother and the other was a couple of years
older, his sister was in my class. The coast was evidently
clear since I was allowing Matt to finger my ass and the
other 2 guys, Scott and Mike grabbed each other's cock and
began kissing. My cock began to harden and when I glanced
down at Matt's cock it was hard and standing straight up
against his stomach. It was about 7" long and quite thick. I
reached out and felt his ass noticing it was mostly smooth
but down where it joined his legs was a growth of soft blond
hair like on his head. He had his finger in my ass by now
and was fucking my ass with it. When I grasped his cock I
got down on knees and licked at his balls. They were nearly
hairless and on the back of his sack I could still taste his
sweat.

I looked over to see Scott sucking on Mike's cock. Mike's
cock was about 5" long and thin and at one point he began
fucking it into and out of Scott's mouth. As I searched in
back of Matt's balls for more of his sweat he spread his
legs and gently pushed my head back telling me to lick his
hole. It was a bright red in contrast to the soft blond hair
surrounding it. I licked out at it and tasted his musk. I
noticed how it was different from Peter's but was still a
turn-on. His sweat was really salty tasting and his scent
more acrid. I licked at his hole again and felt him push his
ass down harder on my face. He began jerking his cock,
moaning and pushing on his ass. I was lost in the moment
when I sucked at his ass hole. This lit him up and his hole
opened up letting me drive my tongue into his ass hole! I
felt his hole spasming around my tongue as he shot his load.

After a moment to recover he pulled me up and got behind me.
I could feel his soft cock wedged into my ass and he began
masturbating me. As he jerked on my cock I felt his cock
hardening again and I was scared he wanted to fuck me,
something I wasn't prepared for! He lifted me off the ground
and humped into my ass causing his cock to slide up and down
in my ass crack. Mike and Scott came over and began to chew
on my tits while rubbing their hands all over Matt and
myself! I began to almost scream with my orgasm when Matt
covered my mouth with his hand telling my "SSShhhhh!" in my
ear.

I shot a load that spurted at least 10 feet in front of me
and my body tensed harder than I ever remembered shooting
the rest of my cum. Matt lowered me to the floor and Mike
said welcome to the club. I looked at him puzzled and he
said they were all homosexual. Scott saw me taking in all
the sights of the locker room and knew I had to be
homosexual as well. We had to be careful but they all loved
to have sex after playing a game and watching all the other
guys. Matt said he thought I was older than I was. He was
surprised when he learned I was only 14, I just looked and
acted older. We talked about our experiences and I learned
they all figured they were homosexual when they were
younger. Mike and Scott lived next door to each other and
have fooled around for years. Matt just started having sex
with other guys in the past year when a guy in the
neighboring town on the football team came onto him at camp.
I asked him if his name was Jim and he said yes, how did I
know?

I told them about Peter and Scott looked at me and said "He
is just the cutest guy in this damn school! How did you snag
him? He has the finest looking ass in the sixth grade!" Mike
laughed and said "That figures you'd notice that you ass
licker! You can eat my ass for hours on end and by the way
you always said my ass was the finest around." Scott looked
at Mike and said "I said he has the finest ass in the sixth
grade, you are in the eighth grade dummy." Matt interceded
like a good big brother and told them to stop arguing and
rolled onto his back on the bench pulling his legs back and
exposing his butt hole to Scott saying he had never eaten
his ass. How did it rate?

Scott leaned down and kissed Matt on the root
of his cock between his balls and ass hole. Scott told Matt
he had a great ass but he liked them hairier. Mike stood up
and turned around bending at the waist. I hadn't noticed his
cheeks were covered in black hair and his ass crack was full
of long silky black hairs. Scott got down and shoved his
face into Mike's ass noisily kissing his ass crack and ass
hole. He was really getting into eating out Mike's ass when
we heard the outer entrance door open. We began getting
dressed when coach walked in telling us to get a move on,
time to lock up. If anyone needed a ride he'd take them
home. Then he left while we finished dressing. I remarked
about the coach and how hot he was.

Matt chuckled and said they had all tried coming on to him
but got no response. I asked if they had ever seen him naked
and they said no. We all agreed that he was a hot man and
left it at that. As we were walking out Scott comically said
as we parted, "Same time, same place, same game tomorrow!" I
couldn't wait for the next time. Just the chance to be
around these jocks was worth the price of admission.

When I got home my mom was headed to meeting and asked if I
wanted to go. We could have dinner in town afterwards. I
changed and we headed to the local university where the
meeting was. I knew a couple of the people and my mother
introduced me to others who were presenting information on
changes in education curriculum being proposed. One of the
presenters asked my mother what I was studying in college
and she told her I was only 14 so I had a while to decide.
She apologized and my mother said it was fine, even though I
was the youngest many people mistook me for the oldest. I
didn't want to listen to all the particulars so I told my
mother I was going to go explore the building as it had a
exhibit hall and cafeteria. She said fine, they would be
done about 8pm and meet her back here at the auditorium.



There was a neat photography showing in the exhibit hall
with pictures of various birds and wildlife from remote
areas. As I was looking at some pictures of wildlife on the
Galapagos Islands a young man approached me and asked what I
thought of the exhibit. He appeared to be about 25 or a
little older with medium black hair, a darker complexion and
the deepest green eyes I think I had ever seen. He had a
medium build with hair poking up above the vee formed by the
collar of his plaid flannel shirt. He was very attractive
and I must have stared a bit too long as he asked me again
what I thought of the pictures. I remarked they were
stunning, I was into photography and had traveled in some
foreign areas of the world and looked forward to future
travels and using some of the ideas shown here. He smiled
and said "thank you, my partner and I took them". Before I
could respond he then asked me what I thought of the present
view and I could feel myself blush as I looked down at my
feet embarrassed that he had noticed my stare.



He told me it was okay he thought I was a very attractive
young man also. I remarked about how green his eyes were and
he said "courtesy of my father, he has the same and they're
what attracted my mother to him". He asked if I would join
him for a cup of coffee and we could talk some more about
photography. As I followed him to the cafeteria I noticed
how his butt filled out his jeans and how they shifted as he
walked. I tried not to make so obvious that I was checking
out his butt, but he was quicker than I imagined. As we
ordered at the counter, I ordered a soda and he got coffee
he whispered in my ear "Do you like my ass?" I startled me
and after I paid for my soda I practically ran to a table, I
was beginning to react to him. My cock was beginning to
harden in my pants!



As he sat down he introduced himself, Seth and asked me my
name. I told him and he again asked me if I liked looking at
his ass? I didn't say anything but nodded my head and told
him I thought he was very handsome. He thanked me and said
he thought I was a very good looking man also. What year was
I in at the university? I looked at him and told him I was
only 14, almost 15 and still in junior school. Now it was
his turn to blush and then apologize. He was sure I was a
college student, maybe a sophomore. He said he was way out
of line in approaching me and didn't want me to be offended
or upset. I told him I wasn't and that I was a homosexual as
I was supposing he was. He said yes and if I were older he
would love to date me but at present I was "jail-bait". I
laughed lightly and told him that didn't have to stop us as
I wasn't telling anyone and he said he couldn't risk
anything due to his professional life.



We talked further about photography and it turned out he was
25 and his partner was 37. They had an open relationship as
he put it, especially when one or the other was on the road.
I felt so comfortable with this man that I opened up to him
about Peter and our experimentation and relationship and he
told me I should respect that relationship. Homosexual men
sometimes overlook what they have in front of them in
pursuit of something they think is better on the other side
only to be disappointed. Also, it can be difficult to grow
up homosexual in regards to relationships. We have a kind of
stunted growth since we can't really date openly, hold
hands, kiss or show our love and affection for a loved one
in public readily. He gave me his card and personal address
to stay in touch with him. He wanted to return to the area
sometime and bring his partner, he would love to have us
meet. Their relationship had begun when he was 17 and his
partner was 29, they've had a couple of rough times but
always have worked it out.



He had a meeting in the morning and needed to prepare for
it, thanked me for spending time with him and left. I made
my way back to my mother, they were just finishing up and
told her about meeting this well-known photographer who had
an exhibit of wildlife photos and she said it sounded
interesting. We decided on a place to go eat and a couple of
the other people joined us. The conversation turned to this
photographer as my mother brought it up and one of the other
people said they had a book by him that came out last year.
I should see if the library had it I would probably enjoy
it.



When we got home it was late and I went to bed fairly
quickly and thought about my encounter that evening in my
dreams. His comments about homosexual relationships really
hit me. I hadn't really thought about it, but it was true
about our growing up being some how "stunted". I also began
to realize that my growing up had given me a new playing
field. Many people viewed me as older than I was and when I
played it right they treated me as someone who was older
than I was. I needed to spend some time learning more about
growing up and being an adult.



The Holidays are here and the New Year looks promising.