Date: Sun, 4 Feb 2001 21:13:01 -0500
From: Sidney Gittler <SidG@compuserve.com>
Subject: Fairy Godfather-Thorgil

This is a work of fiction containing sex between teenaged boys.  If this
isn't to your taste then please leave.  Otherwise enjoy.  Comments to
sidg@compuserve.com

Thorgil's Boys
Inspired by Arne
Story idea by a friend
Written by Sid G c2001

Introduction:
	My name is Thorgil and I'm a fairy godfather.  Each fairy has an
area of expertise that involves large segments of the population.  I have
an interesting assignment.
	As you know sexual orientation is something you're born with, but
you have to realize it.  My job is to enter the dreams of gay teenage boys
who haven't realized or accepted the fact and through one memorable wet
dream waken them.
	The Chief has given me permission to write down some of my cases.

Jason's Story

	I know it's been a while but with so many boys ready to discover
their true sexuality I've been way to busy to write.  I had to beg the
Chief for a couple of days off to write about Jason.
	Jason Bradley's history is a typical one really.  He lives with his
parents and younger brother in New Castle, PA.  New Castle is in western
Pennsylvania, north of Pittsburgh.  A rural city on the downside filled
with good people and proud of their high school sports teams.  Some might
say they put the star athletes on a pedestal, a too tall pedestal.
	I first encounter Jason as he emerges from his high school locker
room for varsity basketball practice.  He's just rounding into basketball
shape after leading the soccer team in scoring.  Despite being a sophomore
he's starting his second season as point guard on the defending conference
champion basketball team.
	"Well, well.  Nice of you to join us Jason.  Can we start practice
now?"  Coach Walker said.
	"Sure coach I just had to get rid of those wimpy faggots in the
locker room who were checking me out."
	Everybody on the team laughed.
	"Funny, now run your fucking ass back in there and free them from
whatever locker or storage bin you stuck them in.  And you're benched for
the first five minutes of the game tomorrow.  I keep telling you that you
can't beat up on other kids."
	"They're not kids coach, they're some lower species."
	Coach Walker got into Jason's face.  "I think I changed my mind
Jason.  You're not benched for the first five minutes."
	"Cool."
	"You're suspended for two weeks.  Now get the hell out of here
before I decide to drag you down to the principal's office."
	"Coach, you can't," John Hughes said, Jason's best friend.
	"Now you're sitting for the first half of the game John.  Anybody
else want to open their mouth?"  Coach Walker said.
	Silence.
	"John, you come with me while Jason shows us where he left his
victims this time.  Then you're both getting out of my sight."
	Jason led them to locker 690 in the far corner of the locker room
and removed the open clasp lock from the door and opened the locker.
Inside were two naked boys trying to stay as far apart as they could.
	"John help them out of there," Coach Walker said.
	John walked over and held out his hand.  The boy on the left,
didn't even look old enough to be in high school, shook his head and tried
climbing out.  His right foot slipped and he fell into John's arms.  The
boy blushed and hurried away.
	Jason bit his lip, knowing that the next word could mean being
kicked off the team.  He just couldn't understand why Coach cared so much
about the fags.  The second boy, only slightly bigger than the first, took
Billy's hand to get out, nodded and ran off.
	"Jason, I hope you've learned your lesson.  See you at practice in
two weeks."
	Jason nodded and walked to his locker.  He didn't even change into
his street clothes, just shoved everything into his gym bag and walked out
the door.

	While following him home I wondered how he'd take the revelation,
quickly realized I didn't care.

	Jason's dad pulled into their driveway the same time he started up
the sidewalk to the front door.
	"Don't you have practice today son?"
	"Coach suspended me for two weeks.  Didn't like the way I handled
the fags who can't keep their fucking eyes off me in the locker room.
Bastard's probably queer himself.  Probably why he's always in the locker
room after practice."
	"He's warned you about that before.  You've got to learn to watch
out for yourself better."
	"I was, saw the two creeps whispering together while they eyed me."
	"I'll call him in the morning.  Now go upstairs, do your homework
and think of an apology."
	Jason nodded, shrugged.  "Yes Dad."

	I waited in his bedroom while he showered.  As soon as he entered
he dropped his towel and was completely naked.  Totally, utterly gorgeous
as he stood there dripping water on the hard wood floor.  A muscular 6'2"
with medium light brown hair, a light thatch of hair down his chest
bottoming out right above a solid six-inches of uncut boy cock.
	He lay down on his bed and stared at the ceiling.  Like most
teenage boys he started absent-mindedly stroking his cock, and stopped.  I
wondered why and entered his thoughts for the first time.
	A sixteen-year-old has just passed through the border between
childhood and adulthood.  It's a fascinating and scary place, and Jason's
mind was scarier than most I've seen.  Not just the usual angst of the age
but serious conflict as well.  I waved my hand over his eyes and he slept.
A second wave and he began to dream.
	If eyes are the windows to your soul your dreams are the door to
your id.  The place in your psyche that controls your ego and superego,
what makes you really you under all the cosmetics that society and culture
forces you to wear.
	And Jason's id was struggling against that force.  In this dream
he's the smaller boy he'd forced into the locker.  He can't stop looking at
all his classmates as they strip out of their street clothes and stretch
naked as they prepare for gym.  He undresses in slow motion until he
removes his briefs revealing a hard, dripping cock.
	One of the other boys notices and points him out.  Dream Jason
tries to hide his boner but he's quickly surrounded by the bigger boys and
pushed to the floor with his hands held behind his back.  Eyes at crotch
level.
	"Please, please, I didn't mean nothing," he said.
	"Oh, I didn't mean anything by staring at your cocks and getting
all hard till I almost came in my girly briefs," one of the boys said.
	"Well, we know what you want fag.  So for gym today you're going to
blow us.  And if you do a good job tomorrow will be fuck day," another
said.
	"And if you don't do a good job today will be your last day
faggot," said a third as he forced his cock down Dream Jason's throat.
	With that Jason shot his load, woke crying, turned over and buried
his face in his pillow.
	I let him cry for five minutes, waved my hand again and returned
him to a dreamless sleep while I watched.
	He slept till six when his younger brother knocked in and walked
in.  Jeremy's three years younger and looked more like the second boy in
the locker than Jason.  Ignoring his brother's nudity Jeremy gently shook
his shoulder until Jason turned over.
	"You OK?  Dad told us about being suspended.  You want to talk
about it?"
	"No little bro, I'm fine.  Could you just tell them I'm too tired
and need to sleep.  Tell Dad not to call coach in the morning," Jason said.
	"OK, but get under the covers because you know Mom will come in and
kiss your forehead to make sure you're not sick."
	Jason looked down and blushed.  One hand covered his crotch while
the other pulled the blanket over.  Five minutes later his mother walked
in, kissed his forehead and left a meatloaf sandwich, chips and a can of
Mountain Dew on his nightstand.  Jason thanked his mother, took a sip of
the soda then turned back over.
	It was ten before hunger and the need to piss woke him.  He wrapped
the towel around his waist as he entered the bathroom that connected his
bedroom to Jeremy's.  Returning he grabbed the plate and can and sat at his
computer.  Opened Word and brought up the personalized letterhead he'd
created.

Dear Coach Walker:

	I want to apologize for my actions today and for what I said.  You
were right to suspend me from the team.  What I said to you, and more
importantly what I said and did to my two schoolmates today was wrong.  I
will apologize to them when I see them.

	I do not wish to be reinstated to the team, and I'm thinking of
quitting for the season for the good of the team since I don't know if I'll
be a distraction or even able to focus.  I'm sorry and hope you can forgive
me.

Sincerely, Jason Bradley

	Jason stared at the screen for five minutes before printing it out
and placing it in an envelope.  He wrote "Coach Walker" on the front and
put it in his backpack.  Then opened a new document.

	After staring at the blank page for a long time he stood, went to
the window and opened it.  The cool air washed over his naked body, tiny
goose bumps forming all over his body.  His cock shriveled in the cold to a
nub.  We're only on the second floor but I know the damage a head first
plunge can do, from broken bones to paralysis to death.
	I moved closer, I've never lost a boy to suicide and I wasn't about
to lose Jason.  He seemed so much closer to understanding.  He returned to
the computer and started typing.


Dear Dad, Mom, Jeremy, friends and classmates:

	I'm sorry for the way I've been recently.  I've let being the star
get to me and acted the part all too much.  I've also let the things going
on in my head get in the way.  Too often I've let the two problems mingle
to disastrous results.
	Today was an example of me at my worst.  When I got to the locker
room for basketball practice there were these two kids there who were just
finishing up from last period gym or something.  I could see them looking
at me and my teammates changing and something in me snapped.  I waited till
we were alone in the locker room.  I started calling them fag, faggot,
queer, names like that.  I forced them to strip and locked them in a
locker.  Punishing them I told myself for being perverts.
	To make it worse I went into practice and bragged about it.  Told
Coach Walker they weren't even people.  He suspended me for two weeks and I
now know he was right.
	I'm now willing to accept the reason I humiliated these schoolmates
and others.  I'm a fucking faggot.  I look at my classmates and teammates
as we change.  I dream about us having sex together.  I took my self-hate
and struck out at others I thought were like myself.
	I'm so sorry.  I hope all of you can forgive me for what I've done
and for what I am.

With love, Jason Bradley

	Jason saved the document and left it on the screen as he stood and
headed back to the window.  I didn't have to reread the letter or look
inside him to understand what he meant to do.  They may call us fairies but
our powers are strong.  He was asleep on the floor before he got near the
open window.  I closed the window and began to weave a dream.

	Jason was shooting baskets in his driveway when the two boys from
the locker room walked up.
	"Jason, I'm Billy and this is Rob," the taller one said.  "We know
you're one of us so why do you treat us like that."
	Jason dropped the ball and let it roll down the driveway toward the
pair.  He shrugged and looked at the cement pavement.  "Because it scared
me.  I didn't want to be queer and I took it out on you.  You'll never have
to worry about me again."
	"Cool, we'd like to be friends," Rob said.
	"You don't understand, I'm going to, going to," Jason said and
began to cry.
	Billy and Rob rushed up and took hold of him and led him inside and
up to his bedroom.  They sat Jason on his bed, locked the door and stripped
before undressing him as Jason sat like a zombie.  Once Jason was naked
they lay him on the bed and began gently kissing and touching him.  It took
a while but Jason slowly came back to life and began reciprocating.
	Rob brushed his cock and Jason sighed for a second and began crying
as he felt his cock spring to life at that simple touch.  Billy leaned over
and for the first time kissed Jason full on the mouth and let his tongue
brush the older boy's lips.  Jason opened his mouth to admit it and relaxed
as he touched the boy's back and felt another's hand touch his cock for the
first time in his life.
	He probed Billy's mouth with his own tongue and ran his fingers
through Rob's hair prompting a soft sigh.
	Jason broke the kiss and moved Rob up to mouth level and for the
first time initiated a kiss with another boy.  His hand sought, found and
touched another boy's cock.
	The warm feeling in his mouth was matched by the one in his hand
and rewarded by a sigh followed by pecks on the neck from Billy.  Billy's
hand gently flowed over Jason's athletic build as he sucked on Jason's
neck.  The hand gently cradled Jason's firm buns.
	Rob broke the kiss and moved back down to Jason's cock and began
licking it.  Jason jumped at the first touch but gave into the new
sensations.  He lay still as the two freshmen worked on, played with his
body.  Understanding dawning as the feelings in his cock rose as Rob
swallowed it.  Opening his eyes he saw Rob at work and Billy jerking
himself off.  Jason cupped Billy's ass and drew him over till he could
taste his first boy cock.
	He took hold of it and kissed the head gently before letting his
tongue flick the licking precum from Billy's slit.  Jason let it lay on his
tongue as he slowly jacked Billy's rod.  Instinctively he leaned forward
and swallowed it and began mimicking what was being done to his own.
	"Shit you're a natural cocksucker Jason, oh yeah," Billy said.
	Jason wanted to respond, but couldn't.  His mouth had something
much better to do than talk, plus the growing feeling in his penis and
balls made rational thought impossible.
	He released Billy's cock, I'm going to cum Rob, pull off."
	Billy pushed him back on, "don't worry, he likes to swallow.  So
will you."
	Jason thought about this as he went back to work and knew it was
true.  He didn't have long to think before his seed exploded down Rob's
throat.  An orgasm like nothing he'd ever had in volume and emotional
intensity.  Rob reached up, stroked Billy's crack.  Billy responded by
baptizing Jason's throat with its first feeding of boy cum.
	Billy pulled out and Rob quickly took his place in Jason's mouth.
It didn't take long before the heated up boy was giving Jason his second
feeding.

	As Rob pulled out of his mouth Jason blew him a kiss.

	Jason woke and sat up on the floor.  "A dream, but what a dream.
Those two were gay and happy.  Didn't think anything was wrong with it.  So
why should I?"
	He rose and went back to the computer, rereading the last few
lines.  He leaned back, thought, and prayed silently before adding to the
letter:

	No, I'm not a faggot or fag or queer.  I'm gay and I now understand
there's nothing wrong with it.  I don't need forgiving.  If that or my
being around them bothers my classmates and teammates that's their problem
not mine.  Dad, Mom, Jeremy I hope you can understand and accept.  This is
what and who I am.  I still love you and hope you still love me.

	Jason reread the whole letter, smiled, and saved it before printing
out a bunch of copies.
	He opened his door and heard the television on downstairs and both
his parents' voices.  He slipped on his robe, picked up two copies and
headed down the steps.