Date: Tue, 10 Oct 2006 22:29:14 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jeffrey Uher <chefjlu@sbcglobal.net>
Subject: When I Knew I was Gay, Part 13

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.

We drove to a field that was predominantly used to let the
horses run around and let ourselves in through a gate. Sean
got out and had me slide over as he got back in on the
passenger side. He had me go over everything on the dash and
what all the controls were for. After telling me not to
drive over 20 to begin with he had me put it into drive and
proceed forward. It was real neat to actually be driving and
I was catching on pretty easily. Sean had me stop, drive in
reverse and also work on stepping on the brake. After about
15 minutes he asked Peter if he wanted to give it a try.
Peter wasn't sure he should but I told him it would be fine.

We kept this up switching off positions every 15 or 20
minutes and trying various driving techniques that Sean
pointed out. It began to get dark and Sean said we had to
call it quits. We drove back to the house and my Dad and
Uncle came out to see how things went and both Peter and I
said "Great!" Sean told me he would keep the car at his
folks place and whenever I was coming up to either call or
stop by the house and he'd get it out of the garage. Peter
went inside with my father and I said I was going to go with
Sean and be right back. As we drove to his parents Sean
surprised me by remarking what a nice couple Peter and I
made. I didn't know what to say and turned bright red. Sean
quickly said he could tell I liked guys by how I always
watched him. He had other guys do the same thing in high
school and a couple that had hit on him. It didn't bother
him but it made him aware of certain guys and their
feelings. I asked him if he had ever fooled around with a
guy and he said no. He was strictly heterosexual.

We got to his parent's and after we got the car parked he
got me the car's manual and a mechanics manual to read. Next
time I came up he'd show me
how to change the oil and oil filter. We talked some more
about his racing and I asked him if I could come watch him
race sometime. He said no problem and got me a schedule.
Even though he told me he was strictly heterosexual it was
so easy to be around him and I loved watching his butt as he
walked around. He caught me staring and asked me what I
found so sexy about him. I turned red again and said I loved
watching his butt. He chuckled and then surprised me by
turning away and walking into the other side of the garage
over accentuating his walk
and really shaking his butt at me. I told him to stop it, he
was embarrassing me. He said why it was just us two, so why
be embarrassed.

Then he really shocked me by suddenly unbuttoning his pants
and pulling them down showing me his bare ass. It took all I
had to stop me from reaching out and grabbing that ass right
then. It was covered in black hair leading down from that
patch on his lower back and thickened greatly as it
disappeared in the deep cleft between his cheeks. Framing it
was a pair of off-white jock straps. He bent way over
shaking his ass at me, teasing me. As he bent over his ass
crack pulled open revealing the snarl of hair hiding his ass
hole from sight. He pulled his pants back up and told me he
liked to tease a lot of guys because they always told him it
was his ass that caught their attention. Hopefully I wasn't
mad at him. I told him no it just took a lot of will power
not to grab his ass and kiss it. He looked at me with a
quizzical expression and said that's a new one. Most guys
want to fuck me! I blurted out before thinking that I'd do
that too, but with my tongue. He replied "I guess I don't
know enough about what two guys do together to play on that
side of the fence."

We went outside and he gave me a ride back to the house on
his motorcycle, even though it was real cold out. I loved
every minute of holding on to him as we rode the 10 minutes
back. I rubbed his stomach and buried my face in his neck
smelling his sweat and musk. He didn't say anything and
offer a reaction, but he didn't stop me either. As sexy as I
found Sean, he really was more like a big brother to me. I
always felt comfortable and safe when I was around him. At
the house I got off the motorcycle and he kissed me on my
cheek telling me he'd see me soon.

When I went in the house Dad announced we were going to stay
overnight and go home tomorrow. I said great and went to
join Peter in the TV room. My grandma had made some caramel
corn and there was a glass of orange soda waiting for me.
Peter asked if I had heard we were staying and I said yes.
He said he couldn't wait until tomorrow, it
was supposed to snow tonight and if enough fell we could go
sledding. We watched a movie and headed to bed. My grandma
told me we were sleeping in the back bedroom so we could
have some privacy. The back had been added on for my Uncle
when he was younger and stayed on the farm. It had its own
bathroom, a small living room and a bedroom with a big view
of the cherry orchard. Also breakfast wouldn't be until
after church and we could sleep in while my parent's went to
church with them.

When Peter saw the back room area his was surprised, it
really was set off from the rest of the house. My mom yelled
back goodnight and they'd see us about 11:30 after church. I
asked Peter if he wanted to take a bath with me and his eyes
lit up. I opened the door to the bathroom and showed him the
old claw foot bathtub which was huge. We ran the water and
crawled in the tub together. It wasn't long before we were
playing with each other under the water and stroking each
other's cock. We kept this up for several minutes when Peter
stood up and asked me to suck his cock he was going to
shoot. I swallowed down his sweet load and he jacked me off
until I shot. Out of the tub we dried each other off and
crawled into bed together. I snuggled up behind Peter and
pushed my half-hard cock into the cleft of his ass.

We fell off to sleep and I didn't awaken until the morning
sun came through the window. We had turned in the night I
had my arms around Peter with my face nestled into his left
armpit. I was enjoying the faint smell of his sweat when I
reached down and found his morning woodie. I moved quietly
down under the covers to engulf his cock in my mouth and
began sucking on it. He must have been having a dream as he
turned over pulling his cock from my mouth. It was just as
well because since seeing Sean's ass last night I had wanted
to rim out an ass and Peter's would suit me just fine.

I shifted in between his legs and carefully pushed my arms
under his hips and curled them back where I could get a grip
on his ass cheeks and pull them open. I kissed his cheeks
and nipped at them lightly before pulling those cheeks open
and diving into his crack. I knew that odor and it was so
sexy and such a turn-on to smell his most intimate scent.
The mixture of musk and sweat sent my head reeling. I kissed
his asshole and savored his smell. I felt him moving and
proceeded to broad licks up through his ass crack feeling
the hairs it contained, matting them down with my saliva.
When I reached his hole again I pointed my tongue and dug to
gain entrance. He moaned and bucked his ass back
against my face. I pushed further down along the root of his
cock and nipped lightly at this area. This sent his lower
body into a bucking spasm. I pulled back and blew a lite
breathe over his asshole watching it spasm in and out.

Peter was in confusion at first telling me not to stop and
in the next moment telling me to stop teasing him. I
intently went to work on his asshole, kissing it, sucking on
it and plunging my tongue into its center. I used my fingers
to pull on the edges to get it to open up. Just as I was
about to give up and plunge a finger in I felt it give way
and allow my tongue to thrust through and up into him. I
heard and felt a deep low groan come from him as I pushed my
tongue up into him further than I ever remembered. Then I
began to twist it in a corkscrew manner and reamed his
asshole until my tongue tired. When I pulled back his ass
followed trying to capture me again and hold me there. I
felt his hands grasp the back of my head and push me back
into his ass telling me to tongue fuck him some more! I was
only too happy to oblige! On the second reaming of his ass I
reached to grab his cock between his legs and felt a puddle
of cum where he had already shot.

I finished a torrid tongue fuck on him and pulled back
exclaiming about his shooting his load. He blushed red and
told me he couldn't take it when I had my tongue up in him
and he was rubbing his cock against the sheets. He turned
onto his back and I came up above his head on all fours and
presented him with my hard cock to suck. He sucked on it
lightly and then pulled on my hips to turn me around and
guided my ass onto his face positioning my asshole directly
on his mouth. I was so turned on from eating his ass that I
began "riding" his face, moving my butt back and forth over
his tongue and bucking up and down on that hardened tongue
feeling it piercing into and out of my hole. I began jerking
my cock when I felt his hands grasp my hips and pull me down
tight on his face stabbing his tongue up into me. While
stabbing my hole with his tongue he also lightly nipped at
the edges of my asshole. It was too much and I shot a huge
load onto his chest and stomach. I collapsed in exhaustion
and he turned around embracing me and kissing me. We held
each other feeling my sticky cum dry between our chests and
stomachs.

When we rolled out of bed it was about 9am, we looked
outside and noticed it had snowed about 8" as well we both
agreed the bed was a mess. So we decided while everyone was
at church we would wash the sheets and make the bed back up.
We were running around the house in just our underwear while
we straightened up everything. Finally
everything was done and it was 11am and we took a quick bath
and got dressed. We were watching TV when I heard a car pull
in. We got up to see if they were home and I noticed it was
Sean and Jerry. I ran outside to see what was up and Sean
said he was surprised to see us. I told him my parents
decided to stay overnight. Sean said they were going
sledding maybe we wanted to join them. I told him we had to
wait for breakfast and he said he'd check back in about an
hour. Then he handed me a box with some stuff for my
grandpa.

Just before they pulled out my parents pulled in. We asked
about sledding and my mother said we needed to eat something
first. My grandma told Sean and Jerry to come back in an
hour, also to get some winter clothes at the barn. So after
breakfast we headed up to the barn to change clothes and
waited for Sean and Jerry to come back.

In a few minutes they showed up and we got in the car and
Sean headed over to the lower ridge. This was the area where
we were riding yesterday and it was a great area to toboggan
and sled. There were several people there when we got there,
most of them farmhand's kids and a few from nearby. We did
some racing and tried to do some "tricks" on some of the
sleds. The crowd was thinning out and it was about 4pm when
I told Jerry I had to use the bathroom and headed to the
outhouse Peter used yesterday. I was sitting on the right
toilet seat in the freezing cold when the door opened and
Jerry came in. I commented on it being colder than a witch's
tit and he giggled and dropped his pants and sat on the
other toilet seat. Jerry commented about the graffiti on the
walls and I said Peter and I were riding out here yesterday
when we "found" it. He looked at me and asked if I
remembered the sex we had back in the summer and I told him
yes.

Jerry said he had done a lot of thinking since then and had
come to the conclusion he was a homo. Well maybe not 100%
there were still a couple of girls he liked, but his
fantasies of sex were with guys. He asked if we could have
sex again and when I didn't jump right at it he asked if
Peter and I were boyfriends. I said yes and that we really
loved each other. He asked how we "got away" with being
homos in school and I told him we were careful and discrete.
We also had some good friends who helped us out. Just then
the door opened and Peter came in asking what was up. I gave
him a short version of Jerry's story and told him we had sex
this past summer. Peter told Jerry I was always horny and
had sex with different people a lot but it didn't bother
him. Jerry said to Peter he wanted to have sex with me again
but since we were boyfriends he didn't want
to cause a problem.

Peter surprised me when he said to Jerry if he wanted to the
two of us would have sex with him. Jerry said he wasn't sure
about that but if I didn't have a problem that would
probably be okay. My ass was frozen by this point and I said
we needed to get moving or it was going to fall off. Jerry
laughed and agreed and we got straightened up and headed
out. Sean was putting the sleds in the trunk and jokingly
asked if our piss had frozen while peeing. We laughed and
said no there were some deer down on the horse trail we were
watching. Which was partly true, there were some deer but we
weren't watching them.

Back at the barn we began changing clothes when Jerry said
he was going to take a shower. It sounded good to me and I
agreed. Sean said he had to get home to help his father with
something and we said our goodbyes. The three of us were
stripped down when Peter got caught staring at Jerry's cock.
I giggled and remarked that it was quite a cock wasn't it.
He nodded without a word and Jerry blushed red. He proceeded
to explain to Peter about the curse of a large cock.

Peter was the first to approach Jerry and immediately began
playing with his large cock. When I walked over to Jerry he
leaned over and kissed me deeply and when we broke he
quietly said that was a long time wanting. Peter directed
Jerry over onto a bench and had him lie down. Peter
straddled Jerry's face and bent over in a 69 position. They
proceeded to give each other blowjobs, licking at each
other's cocks and balls and stroking thighs, butt cheeks and
stomachs. Jerry was quite aggressive letting Peter know what
felt good and encouraging him to continue. I began tonguing
Peter's ass lapping up the sweat that he had built up while
sledding in the heavy winter clothes. Jerry stopped his
ministrations on Peter's cock briefly to ask me to lick his
ass. He really enjoyed that last time.

I moved down to the end of the bench and got on my knees
taking in the sight of Peter giving Jerry a blowjob. I
nuzzled my nose into the space between Jerry's balls and
thigh. The scent was rich with sweat and musky spiciness. I
leaned back and pushed on the backs of Jerry's thighs moving
them back onto his chest. Peter hooked Jerry's legs behind
his arms and this exposed Jerry's ass to my full view. The
scent from his ass was intoxicating and Peter dove down
taking a long swipe down through Jerry's ass. The hair in
his ass cleft glistened with sweat and now Peter's
saliva. I moved my face into his ass and inhaled his
maleness. My mind remembered this scent from the last time
and my mouth watered.

I licked at his ass cheeks and tasted the salty sweat on
them before slipping my tongue into his ass cleft and
matting down his ass hair with my saliva. I curled up my
tongue and dug through the snarl of hair hiding his hole and
probed his ass hole. I tasted a tart spiciness and pushed my
way through and into his hole. Jerry was moaning and
grinding his butt onto my face. I pulled back briefly before
diving back in to attack his hole full force again. I sealed
my mouth around his hairy asshole and sucked strongly on it
trying to pull it inside out! His hole formed a puckered bud
and when I probed my tongue tip into it was granted entry
inside. I tasted that same tangy spiciness of earlier and it
made me eager to probe deeper. As I began to pull back this
time I felt Jerry's hands grasp my ears and head and pull my
face into his ass tightly while growling out to me to
tonguefuck his ass.

Peter giggled and I heard him say to Jerry "he loves to eat
ass! If you're not careful you'll shoot your load just
having his tongue in your hole!" Jerry kept control of my
head and kept it firmly planted
in his ass. I continued to tongue fuck his asshole and
nibble on his asshole. My head was spinning from his
scent and from the taste of his ass.
Suddenly I felt his hole contract on my
tongue and knew he was going to shoot his
load. I could see Peter taking as much of
his cock as possible and felt Jerry's
asshole spasm on my tongue as he shot his
load. It was too much for Peter and he
gagged lightly and a froth of cum came out
from around his mouth running down Jerry's
cock. He released my ears and I pulled back
slightly before taking Jerry's balls into my
mouth and running my tongue over them.

I heard Jerry groan and then ask me to be
careful his balls were real tender. He got
hit playing dodge ball in the balls at
school. Peter still couldn't get enough of
Jerry's cock and was licking on it and
playing with it. I went back to eating
Jerry's ass and jerked myself off. I saw
Jerry sucking on Peter's cock and trying to
get him to come. Once I shot my load I
leaned down to Jerry and told him to push
finger into Peter's ass and feel for his
knot and rub it. Peter will shoot in seconds
after this starts.

We broke and headed to take showers with
Jerry in one
and Peter and I in another together. We
washed each other's back and asses and soon
we were both hard again. We were jacking on
each other's cock when we heard Jerry finish
up. He poked his head in the curtain and
laughed saying he couldn't believe we were
hard again. He stepped into the shower with
us and proceeded to finger our asses until
we shot our loads. We dried each other off
and got dressed. Jerry gave us both a kiss
on our cheek and thanked us for letting him
explore a bit of his sexuality. Peter rubbed
the front of Jerry's pants and told him
anytime he wanted and we were around he
would love playing with Jerry's cock.

We headed out of the barn and to the house
while Jerry headed home. It was about 6pm
and my grandma was fixing sandwiches and
food for a bite to eat. Once we were
finished we got into the car and headed
home. My parents asked what I thought about
my surprise and I said I thought it was
great. They asked Peter if he had fun and he
couldn't contain himself telling them he
couldn't wait to come back!

We got home and my mom told Peter he was
staying overnight and heading to school in
the morning and would go home on the bus. If
he needed clothes between me and my brother
there shouldn't be any problem coming up
with clothes for school tomorrow. Peter told
me he had some homework he didn't finish in
school on Friday that he needed to do. I
said fine and if he needed any help just
ask. I watched TV until about 10:30 and
headed up the bed. Peter was still at work
and I asked he needed help, he said no he
was just about done. I went and brushed my
teeth, took a piss and shed my clothes to
crawl into bed. I lie in bed just watching
Peter and quickly fell asleep. I didn't hear
him go into the bathroom or notice him crawl
into bed with me, but when I awoke in the
morning we were wrapped in each other's arms
and my face was buried in his right armpit.

He awoke at just about the same time and
remarked about how soundly I slept last
night. I hardly stirred and he twisted and
turned and thought for sure I would wake up
because of it. I asked why he didn't sleep
well and he said there was no particular
reason he was probably overtired. When he
got like that he never slept
well. I heard my brother in the bathroom and
checked the clock. It was 7:00 and we had
about an hour before school. We got out of
bed and straightened the room waiting for my
brother to finish. Once out we both piled
into the bathroom. As I began to pee Peter
stepped up behind me and took a hold of my
cock and held it while I pissed. He said it
something he wanted to do for some time and
it felt neat. I did the same for him when he
pissed and it did feel neat directing his
piss into the toilet.

We climbed into the shower together and
washed each other while getting hardons.
Peter dropped to his knees and began giving
me a blowjob. When I got ready to cum he
pulled back and let the first shot hit him
on his face. Then he put the head back into
his mouth and let it fill his mouth before
swallowing my load. He stood and rinsed his
face and I went down on his cock, first
licking on his balls, then engulfing his
cock and taking it to the root. He fucked in
and out of my mouth a few times and I felt
his cockhead swell just before he filled my
mouth with his cum. It tasted a little
bitter today and I swallowed it down
quickly. We rinsed down, dried each other
and got dressed.

Peter didn't have any clean underwear and he
put on a pair of mine. Then he grabbed a
shirt from my closet and tried a pair of
pants. The inseam was short and he looked
like he was waiting for the flood. I took
him to my brother's room and grabbed a pair
of khakis. They fit much better and once he
had them on we headed downstairs. My brother
noticed the pants right away and said
something before my mother cut him off. My
brother wasn't thrilled with my surprise and
my mother reminded him that he did a lot
more with his sports and didn't even go to
the farm that much. Besides, he already had
his license and was driving.

We headed to school and Peter and I made
plans to meet at lunch. I ran into Michelle
and she said she needed some help for a test
coming up and I said fine what about today.
She was free 7th period and I told her to
meet me in the library. I went to the gym to
check the schedule for intramural basketball
games and saw there was one planned for
tomorrow.

Lunch rolled around and Peter and I headed
to the cafeteria. After we sat down Paul and
couple of other guys sat down with us, they
were friends of Peter from the football
team. I knew them but not very well. We all
talked about Christmas coming up and what
our families were doing. Peter told everyone
about my getting a field car to ram around
my grandparent's farm in. Everyone thought
that was so cool. Michelle came up and said
she'd see me at the library 7th period and I
said no problem. As we all finished and
began leaving I told Peter I would see him
after school and headed to the bathroom. I
was standing at the last urinal when one of
the guys from lunch came in and walked up to
the urinal next to me. Carl was Lisa's
brother and a nice guy so I didn't think
anything strange except most guys use a
urinal a step or two away when available.

I was finishing pissing and could here
Carl's piss splashing in the urinal. Before
I got my cock put away and zipped up Carl
placed his hand over mine and said "please
wait". I looked at him with a surprised
expression and he smiled saying "don't
worry". He pushed me towards one of the
stalls and after we were inside he locked
the door and dropped to his knees and sucked
my cock into his mouth. I stumbled for words
and couldn't figure out what was going on
when he pushed my pants down to my knees and
nuzzled my balls. His actions felt
wonderful, but I still couldn't figure out
what was happening!

He pulled away from my cock and stood up
embracing me and kissing me on the neck. He
pulled back slightly and looked me in the
eyes saying he had seen me messing around in
the locker room with the teaching assistants
and wanted to see what it was like to suck a
cock! Another shock, as I didn't think
anyone was around when my encounter happened
with the assistants. He said "I don't think
I'm a faggot like you evidently are, but
I've seen enough dicks in the locker room
and those guys are big jocks and I figured
if they sucked cock I had to try it and see
what it was all about. You're the only
person in school that I figured I could try
it with. You did stuff with those guys I
haven't even fantasized about." He went on
rambling about wanting to fuck a couple of
guys who had sexy asses and so forth when we
heard someone come in the bathroom. I sat on
the toilet and pulled my legs up so only two
legs showed. Luckily they pissed quickly and
left.

I looked up at him at that point and he
pushed his cock into my face. He asked me to
suck his cock he wanted to know what it felt
like. His crotch really smelled rank! Not
the typical sweat and musk but his smell was
stronger and deeper. I inhaled his scent and
felt my cock hardening. He thought my
sniffing was in disdain as he looked down
and said "sorry, haven't showered in a
couple of days. I must smell pretty bad!"
Actually I thought he smelled fantastic. The
mixture of sweat, funk, musk and a definite
pissy attribute was sending off signals in
my brain I had never felt. I licked at the
crease between his ball sack and thigh and
was rewarded with a salty, tangy taste and
even more of the rich scent I had picked up
in his pubic bush.

I slathered his balls with my tongue and
heard him moan as I sucked one and then the
other into my mouth. They had an explosion
of flavors! I tasted salty sweat, rich musk
and even the flavor of his piss where it had
spotted his ball sack. I pulled his ball
sack up along his cock and sniffed at the
area behind his balls. It was intoxicating
and I devoured the area with my tongue
lightly nipping at the base of his cock. He
pushed his cock back down and asked me to
suck on it. I obliged and reached around his
hips to pull his cock into my mouth. He had
about 5" hard and an average thickness with
a large mushroom shaped head. When I flicked
my tongue at the base of his piss slit he
went crazy! I continued to feel his ass
cheeks, they were smooth and when I pushed
my fingers into his ass cleft I found it
hairless and slick with sweat. I pulled one
hand around and sniffed at my fingers. The
same rich scent his pubes smelled like and
when I probed his ass hole with my index
finger I felt it clench up and he said to
"stop playing with my ass hole, I'm not a
faggot!"

I pulled off of his cock looked up at him
and reminded him he had sucked on my cock.
He tensed up and said there's nothing wrong
with helping out a friend. I said I don't
think the rest of the football team would
buy that argument and proceeded to stand up
pulling up my pants. He apologized and
pushed me back down telling me his ass was
off limits. I looked up at him and said no
problem but I was going to stick a finger up
his ass and show him how to blow a real
load! I sucked his now soft cock back into
my mouth and at the same time pushed my
finger into his ass. He squirmed and told me
to take it easy just until I hit his button
and he suddenly began groaning he was going
to cum! He shot a huge load that filled my
mouth and it was sweet.

He got down on his knees and pushed my legs
apart going down on my hard cock. I pushed
myself to the front of the toilet and leaned
back pulling my cock from his mouth, asking
him to lick my balls. He looked at my cock
for a moment, unsure of if he would or not.
I grabbed the hair on top of his head and
pulled him forward until his nose was at my
balls. I heard him sniff at my balls and
then felt his tongue lick out at them. When
he was sure they tasted okay he went into a
frenzy. Licking at them, sucking them into
his mouth and licking up the underside of my
cock. I had placed my feet up on the
partition and pushed my crotch into his
face. As he was licking at my balls again I
tilted my hips and opened my ass to him. He
was sucking on my balls looking up at me
when I whispered to him "lick my ass!" He
didn't react and I again whispered to him
"kiss my asshole! Lick it! Tongue it!" He
let go of my balls and pulled back looking
at my ass and asshole, which I flexed at
him.

Almost as if in a trance he leaned down and
sniffed at my ass. Not finding anything
offensive I felt his tongue lick down from
my balls to my asshole. Then he surprised
by kissing my asshole once, twice, three
times. I was moaning and pushed my asshole
out at him and I felt him licking my hole
and probing into its center. Suddenly he
locked his lips around my hole and sucked on
it hard. I love that feeling and grabbed the
back of his head and pulled him tightly into
my ass! He continued licking and sucking on
my asshole for at least five minutes when he
pulled back and began fingering my hole.
When I didn't protest he pushed his middle
finger in and began a slow in and out
fucking motion. I was jerking my cock and
could feel I was getting near shooting. I
told him I was gonna cum and he leaned up
and took my cock into his mouth. I repeated
I was going to shoot my load and he sucked
on my cock head. I couldn't stop and shot
two shots into his mouth before he gagged
and pulled off.

Sputtering and coughing he said he thought
he was prepared for it. He smiled and said
"I've tasted my own, but it's different when
it shoots in your mouth." I grabbed some
toilet paper and cleaned myself up. We got
our clothes back on and straightened
ourselves up and before we walked out of the
stall he hugged me and kissed me on the
cheek. I asked him seriously what this all
meant and he replied he had to find out for
himself what being a homo was about. He said
he wouldn't say anything, it would be just
between us and he couldn't see himself doing
anything like this again and then he left.

We were halfway through the next period so I
headed for the library and waited until the
next period. Luckily I could just pass off
the time lost to tutoring preparation.
Michele showed up a bit early and we got
started reviewing the terms needed for her
exam. We finished in about 30 minutes and
spent the rest of the time just talking. She
wondered about Peter and I told her we were
doing fine. She asked about the dance coming
up and I told her Peter was going with Lisa
and Michele laughed. Was that a good idea
since she seemed to have a crush on him? I
responded I told Peter to act like a rude
jerk and maybe that would quell her
feelings. Michele raised her eyebrows and I
said not in a way to hurt her feelings and
be mean, just indifferent. We'll see she
said, but Lisa thinks he is just the only
boy for her.

We put together our plans for the dance and
I said I would tell Peter later. The bell
rang and we headed off to our next class. My
teacher asked where I was during sixth
period and I told him setting up tutoring
and he said fine, just be sure to let Mrs.
Denton know why you weren't in class. I told
him I'd stop after class. Time seemed to
drag on, but finally the final bell rang and
I headed by Mrs. Denton's to tell her. She
said fine, just
worried where I was. Peter caught up with me
and we headed down to the coach's office so
I could check the schedule. Peter went into
the gym to see who was around and when I
knocked on the door to the office I heard
some voices, then shuffling and finally a
"come on in".

When I opened the door the coach was sitting
at his desk and Gary (Teaching Asst.) was
sitting in a side chair. His face was
flushed red and he smiled at me giving me a
wink. Coach asked what was up and I told him
I had another prospect for refereeing
intramural games. He said great, bring him
by and I'll check him out. Gary asked how
things were and I said fine. It looked like
Gary had a hardon in his shorts and he
fidgeted in his seat. When I went to leave
there was no mistaking the hardon in coach's
shorts when he stood up to shake my hand. I
also noticed Gary looking at the bulge and
turning a bit red again. After I closed the
door, I stood to the side a moment and
listened. I heard the coach say "that was
close" and Gary replied "I know, but luckily
it was Jeff. He knows." The coach replied
"Huh?" and Peter came back out and I walked
away.

Peter and I walked to my house and we did
some homework and watched TV until my Dad
got home. Then we took Peter home. I told
Peter about the dance next Friday and he
said fine. My mother asked what we were
talking about regarding Lisa and I told her
I would tell her later. After dropping Peter
off at his house we picked my brother up at
school after his practice and headed to get
dinner. We went to one of the nicer
restaurants in town (my Dad knew the owners
well) and got seated. Funny part was we ran
into 2 or 3 tables of people we knew and Mom
and Dad made the rounds catching up about
the holidays with them. As my brother and I
sat and waited I noticed in the back of the
dining room someone with his back to us that
looked familiar. He turned to the side and I
could now tell it was coach. He was sitting
with a woman, but she appeared somewhat
older than him.

As dinner progressed my dad mentioned the
coach and my brother said the woman with him
was his sister. She was in town visiting him
and he had met her today when she came by
the school on the way into town. I had to go
to the bathroom and excused myself. I was in
the restroom for about a minute when someone
else came in. Looking out of a crack in the
partition I saw it was coach. He walked up
to the urinal and I noticed he dropped his
pants below his butt. His hard hairy ass was
framed by the straps of a jockstrap and I
couldn't help but stare. I had wanted to see
that ass for months. I realized I had to get
back to the table and finished up and
stepped out to the sink to wash my hands.

The coach looked over towards me at the sink
and said hi. I looked towards him and
returned the hello. I couldn't help but
notice he was standing away from the urinal
and I looked down to his cock. It was large
and I could see his crotch was a tangle of
pubic hair. His cock was probably 8 or 9
inches long and very thick and I could see a
hairy ball sack hanging down. I was staring,
trying to burn that image into my mind when
I heard him say "like what you see?" It
startled me and all I could do is nod my
head. He stepped back and turned towards me
and said "Gary tells me you like cock. Is
that true?" I stuttered out a yes and he
said "that's okay, so do I". I told him I
had to get back to my family and he said
we'll talk in school later. I said that was
fine and left the restroom.

My mother said they ordered dessert and they
ordered me some cheesecake with cherries was
that okay. If not I better grab the waiter
and let him know. I said it was fine and we
went back to our previous conversation. Did
we want to go to grandma and grandpa's next
weekend and or the weekend after for
Christmas? My brother and I both felt next
weekend was fine. Then the conversation was
whether everyone was through shopping or did
we need to take a shopping trip? I wanted to
go on a shopping trip and my father agreed,
but my brother said he was done. This
brought some skepticism from my mother as my
brother was notorious for procrastinating.
He said he was really done; he went with
Darryl's family last week one night. My
mother said fine, but she needed to check
his selections for a couple of people when
we got home; otherwise he was going with us
this weekend to shop.

The next day in school I told Peter what
happened at dinner last night and his eyes
widened. I also told him we were going
Christmas shopping on Saturday. He said his
family was going Saturday also to finish up
their shopping. When I told him we were
headed to the farm on the next Saturday he
looked disappointed. I asked him what the
problem was and he said he wished he could
go but wouldn't be able to as his parent's
were having a big party that night for their
family. I said not to worry; we could go up
for a few days during Christmas break. The
bell rang and we headed to our classes. I
passed the coach in the hallway and he asked
me to stop by his office during lunch. I
said fine, I'd see him then. The day seemed
to drag and I nervous about what the coach
would have to say when I saw him.

Lunch finally rolled around and I grabbed a
sandwich and
carton of milk and told Paul I had to meet a
teacher, please tell Peter. He said fine,
we'd catch up later. As I walked towards the
coach's office I had butterflies in my
stomach. He saw me up the hall and waved
from his office. I'd finished my lunch by
the time I made it to his office and he
ushered me in asking if I had eaten lunch. I
said I had grabbed a sandwich and milk. He
closed his door and locked it before sitting
down. He immediately apologized for last
night and I was confused. He could tell by
my facial expression that I didn't
understand. He said "I should never have
done what I did last night. You're too young
to have that happen to you. It's hard
because you look much older than you are.
Now that you've grown a mustache I have to
remind myself you're still a young
teenager!"

Then he continued about how the TA's told
him about their encounter with me. He said
it wasn't proper and bordered on illegal and
it could cause problems for the guys the
rest of their lives. Luckily he wasn't going
to create an issue of it but I needed to be
careful. "Do you remember what I told you
last night?" and I nodded yes and he asked
"what did I say?" I replied that he told me
he liked cocks. He said "yes and I shouldn't
have done that! Since I have we need to have
a talk." "I admitted I was a homosexual when
I was in college. Prior to that I had
crushes on a couple of classmates in High
School, but I was frightened to tell anyone.
You are a brave young man to accept it and
act on it at your age, but you need to be
careful. There are a lot of guys who would
take pleasure in beating you up and forcing
you to do things you might not want to do!"

He continued on lecturing me about society
and how they dealt with guys like us. Some
of what he told me scared me and at some
point I felt tears coming to my eyes. He saw
this and immediately pulled me up into his
arms and hugged me asking what was wrong. I
said "you're scaring me! I don't want people
to hate me. I know they don't understand,
but hate me?" He whispered in my ear "I just
want you to be aware of what's ahead. It can
get tough and I don't want you to think it
gets easier." I couldn't help it, I felt so
protected and safe in his arms and my cock
started hardening in my pants. I could feel
his cock rubbing against my hip and it felt
good. He kissed me on the forehead and told
me it wasn't right for us to act on anything
sexually. He was my teacher and 20 years
older than me, but if I ever wanted to talk
about anything he was here. Also he asked me
to promise not to do anything sexual with
the TA's. He wiped my eyes and told me he
would see me later.

I went in the locker room and washed my
face. While I was in there a couple of
basketball players came in and
asked if they would see me later and I said
yes. I enjoyed watching them strip down and
playing grab ass when coach's words came
back to me. "A lot of guys play grab ass
with each other but it means nothing. It's
just letting off some steam and trying to
settle the hormones. Don't assume it means
they have sex with each other or want to!"
Someone tapped me on the shoulder to shake
me out of my daydream and I turned to see
Peter. We walked out and he asked about my
talk with Coach. I related the story and
Peter listened intently. He commented on how
he hadn't thought of some of what Coach
said. The next period bell rang and I said
I'd see him in the gym later.

I'd changed and was in the gym when a lot of
the guys started showing up. As they came
out of the locker room they shook my hand
and welcomed me and everyone started warming
up. Carl came in and asked me if he could
talk to me later. I said sure, about what?
He wouldn't say, just that it was important.
I sat on the bleachers watching everyone
when Peter came in. He was upset he'd gotten
a "C" on an English paper and thought he had
done much better. I told him not to worry
about, check the comments and make changes
on the next paper. He asked if I would help
him and I said sure. The guys were ready to
start playing and I flipped a coin to see
who would be the home team. Skins won and we
got ready for a tip-off. Peter was working
the clock and the first couple minutes went
smoothly. Then one of the shirts just
clobbered a guy as he went up for a lay-up
and I blew the whistle. I called it as an
intentional foul as per Coach's rules and
what I observed. This set the guy off even
more and he got right in my face yelling and
screaming. It was loud enough that Coach
heard it and came in the gym immediately
asking what was up.

Both team captains agreed with my call and
described what happened to the Coach. He
grabbed the angry guy by his collar and
pulled him aside asking him what was up. He
told us to shoot the foul shots and proceed
with the game. Eric (angry guy) was going to
be out of the game for the next few minutes.
He took him to his office and we got back
underway. A couple minutes later Coach came
in and asked Carl to come into the office. I
don't know what transpired but Carl came
back in a couple of minutes and when someone
asked about Eric he said he was being
suspended for two days to the principal's
office. The game went on without incident
and the skins won 89 to 84.

I was headed to the locker room to take a
shower when Coach asked me to come into his
office. Peter was picking up the equipment
to put it away and Coach told him we would
only be a few minutes. Once in his office
he said Peter and I made a handsome couple.
I thanked him and asked him what was up with
Eric? Coach said Eric told him that Carl
made a pass at him in the restroom and "he
wasn't going to have any faggot touching
him!" In the game Eric was sure Carl tried
to feel or grab at his ass and it pissed him
off. When I called Carl in here he denied
all of it and Eric tried to punch him. "Do
you know anything about any of this?" Coach
asked me. I didn't give details but told him
about my brief encounter with Carl in the
restroom on the third floor. Coach asked if
that was where these things happened and I
told him a lot of times. It wasn't used much
and teachers rarely ever went in it.

He told me he would probably make it his
mission to keep an eye on this restroom in
the future. Also what do I think happened? I
told him I didn't know either of these guys
real well although they were in my brother's
class, but I think Carl is having a hard
time with his sexuality. I didn't think Carl
would be violent but Eric had been in fights
before. He asked if I would help him talk to
Carl and I said I would do whatever I could.
He said check with him tomorrow and told me
I could go. By the time I got in the locker
room most guys were finished and gone. Peter
came in and waited while I showered and got
dressed. A couple of the varsity basketball
players who had been using the weight room
were finishing up when Chuck (a friend of my
brother) came up to me and asked what was up
with Eric.

I explained in little detail what Coach had
said to me and Chuck shook his head and said
"that kid is a missile getting ready to
explode. Someone better get a hold of him
and straighten him up!" I asked Chuck what
he meant and he said Eric had a rough home
life. His father drank a lot and beat on
Eric, there were even rumors that Eric had
been sexually abused by his father! I knew I
had to tell Coach about this. Chuck patted
me the back of my head and softly said
"Peter and you are a cute couple, just be
careful not everyone thinks so. If you have
a problem you let any us know on the team,
we'll take care of it."

Coach was in his office when we walked out
and I stepped in telling I found out
something he needed to know. I told him what
Chuck had said and his eyes widened. He then
said "this is going to get ugly but I can't
watch a kid go through this and be screwed
up the rest of life." Peter and I headed
home and Peter asked me about Chuck and I
said he was a good friend of my brother's
and always treated me like a kid brother. He
is a real nice guy and as proof just listen
to Debbie (his girlfriend) talk about him.
He is just very kind and gentle and has a
strong protective streak. He has no
tolerance for
bullies or unsportsmanlike conduct in games
and probably doesn't have a enemy in the
world.

The next day in school Carl approached me
and asked what was going on with Eric. I
told him I didn't know but that Coach was
going to get to the bottom of it. I pulled
Carl aside and asked him about making a pass
at Eric. He turned red and didn't say
anything when I told him not to lie. He
welled up tears in his eyes and told me he
had made a pass at Eric and Eric almost
punched him out. I asked what he did and he
said he told Eric he liked him and wanted to
sleep with him. Eric didn't have to do
anything to him but he wanted Eric to feel
good. I told him we were going to Coach with
this and he shook his head no! I said it was
okay, Coach understands and we'll get this
fixed.

I stopped at my first period classroom and
told the teacher what was up and she said
she understood, don't worry. At Coach's
office I knocked on the door and there was
another person with him. He saw Carl and
ushered us in. The man with him was from the
police department. After introductions Coach
asked me what was up and I told Carl to tell
Coach what he told me. He wasn't sure and
the police detective said it was okay, no
body was in trouble. Carl explained that he
thought he was homosexual and found Eric
attractive. The other day he told Eric he
liked him and wanted to have sex with him.
The detective asked what reaction he got and
Carl explained that Eric was ready to punch
him out when someone walked into the
restroom and Eric just walked away. Then the
detective dropped the bomb and asked Carl if
he knew Eric's father? Carl said he'd met
him but didn't really know him. The
detective related that Eric lived alone with
his father and that his father was a chronic
drinker with several run-ins with the law
when he was drunk. There were reports of
physical abuse but that they could never get
confirmation from Eric. Did he know any of
this?

Eric replied no, but there were times when
Eric had bruises and scrapes that he passed
off as having fallen down or from playing
pick-up football. The detective raised the
stakes and told Carl in strictest confidence
that there were also reports of sexual abuse
by Eric's father! Carl began crying and the
detective told him there was no confirmation
but that this incidence may tip the scale. A
psychologist was talking to Eric and would
have a better understanding by later in the
day. The detective left and said he would be
in touch, did Carl want charges filed
against Eric. Carl said no. After he left
Coach asked Carl about his encounter with
me. Carl's eyes widened and he tensed up
saying he was sorry. I told Carl that wasn't
the problem, I was
concerned with how he felt and what was
going on in his mind.

Coach asked me to leave for a few minutes
and had a long talk with Carl. When he
called me back in Carl looked at me and told
me he was sorry. I told him I wasn't mad and
Coach interjected that few boys my age are
as secure in themselves to accept their
homosexuality. It is hard and it's not say
that later in life you won't develop
feelings for a woman. Use a friendship with
someone like me to be able to talk about
your thoughts and problems. Carl hugged me
and said he was sorry again and I told him
he better stop saying that, I understand. He
asked Coach what was going to happen to Eric
and Coach replied he wasn't sure. Most
likely Eric would be removed and placed in
foster care, but being 16 almost 17 it
wouldn't fix everything. He really needs
some counseling and therapy.

The phone rang and after a brief
conversation Coach asked us to head to the
office with him. In the conference room
there was Eric, a psychologist and the
detective. Eric was very stoic and
unemotional and when he saw Carl I saw tears
in his eyes. The detective and Coach left
the room and the psychologist asked if he
could leave the three of us to talk. Eric
calmly said yes and in a moment we were
alone. Carl told Eric he was sorry and Eric
said it was okay. It wasn't what he did that
made him angry. I have wondered for a year
or so whether you were a homo and whether
you were or not you've been my best friend.
I could deal with that. What I was angry at
was that you viewed me as being a
homosexual. Why didn't you know better? Of
course what I'm about to say you can never
repeat, either of you. "My father raped me
when I was 12 and has continued to sexually
use me ever since. He calls me names and
slaps me around. When you said you wanted to
have sex with me I pictured you as my father
and I want it to stop. I'm not a faggot. I
guess it will stop now. I'm in some big
trouble and I never wanted to hurt my
father. I just wanted him to love me!"

Carl said he would always be his friend and
not to worry. He would help him through
this. Carl told him he didn't know if he was
a homosexual, he just admired Eric and was
confused. Carl moved to try and hug Eric and
he was unsure when Eric embraced him and
cried. The psychologist stepped back in and
asked if everything was alright and Carl
said yes. Then he asked the psychologist if
it was possible to have Eric stay with his
family? He wasn't sure but possibilities
hadn't been discussed. Eric looked over at
me and said he was sorry for his outburst at
the game. Then he looked at me seriously and
asked me if I was homosexual and when I
said yes he replied he wanted to have a long talk with me.
I said that would be fine. Then he asked if Peter was my
boyfriend and I nodded yes. Eric asked me if Peter would
talk to him also. I said I'm sure he would. He said I need
to learn a lot.


To finish this story out Eric's father was arrested and
later convicted of sexual molestation and incest and
sentenced to 30 years in prison. Eric petitioned the
courts to place him with Carl's family and since Eric had
an aunt who lived out of state they got her to sign off
her rights to Eric's custody and he moved in with Carl's
family. All the court records were sealed and nobody in
school knew the details other than his father being
convicted and sent to prison for child neglect and
endangerment. Eric had to attend counseling and part of
that entailed Peter and I talking with him about being
homosexual and helping him sort out his sexuality. He
wasn't homosexual and during all of this Carl figured out
he wasn't either. Eric's whole demeanor change by the end
of the school year and the two of them were like brothers.
Eric came to see Coach like his uncle and was able to lean
on him for support when it was needed. Eric and Carl
became very good friends over the following months.


While all of this occurred Christmas vacation rolled up
and on the Saturday just before we headed to grandma and
grandpa's to celebrate Christmas with them. My brother
wanted to see the car Uncle J had bought me and once we
arrived I called Sean and told him to come up to the
house. My brother admired the car and wanted to take it
for a drive. I said fine and to meet us up at the barn.
Sean and I headed to the barn to get into some heavy work
clothes as I reminded him about showing me how to change
the oil. He said no problem, once my brother got back we'd
take the car back to his parent's and let it cool down a
bit in the garage. We were changing into some insulated
coveralls when I noticed that Sean wasn't wearing any
underwear. I loved it when he bent over to pull off his
boots and his pants fell to his ankles giving me a full
shot view of his hairy ass. I couldn't help but whistle my
admiration and he stood up and turned toward me smiling.
He had blushed red and said "sorry about that, nobody
wants to see my hairy ass!"


I laughed and said I did, I told him it was his sexiest
part! I looked down and caught sight of his cock. It was
retracted and barely visible through his thick bush of
pubic hair. I finished getting dressed and asked Sean why
he wasn't wearing underwear and he said he just didn't see
the point. Just one more piece of clothing that needed
washing and drying. Besides he was so hairy in his crotch
that he sweated up a storm when he was working and this
allowed the air to get to his crotch and keep it cool and
dry most of the time. He was putting on his boots when my
brother pulled up and complimented the car. I told him
what we were up to and to tell Mom and Dad I'd be back in
a couple of hours.


Oil change? .......