Date: Mon, 8 Oct 2012 09:45:42 -0700
From: Douglas DD DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Big Time Chapter 38

Greetings. In this chapter the high school storyline sees Eric and
Noah enjoy some fun with Noah's little brother Nicky. In the seventh
grade storyline Bobby and Noah act much more mature than their
ages as they follow through on a hard decision.

The story is mine. Be safe. Be 18. Give to Nifty. Have run.

Please write me at thehakaanen@hotmail.com

Douglas

CHAPTER 38
COMING OUT-1

<Senior year, Tuesday, June 12>

Nicky didn't disappoint Noah and me. He was naked and lying across
Noah's bed when we entered the room, his clothes strewn across the
floor. How somebody could get undressed that fast without tearing his
clothes off was a mystery to me, but Nicky had the moves down; I just
had never actually seen him do it.

"Eric's last, so he gets fucked by me and Noah fucks me. Crapola, I
was hoping it would be Noah. I wanted to sample Eric in my butt so I
could report to Jeffrey how good he is."

"Nick, I've fucked you before." I said.

"I know, but it's been awhile. I wanted to give him up-to-date
information. "

"Well, nobody said you can't change your own rules whenever you
want to," Noah said.

Noah's thirteen year old brother gave him a thoughtful look. "That is
so true," he said. "How about it Eric, can you do me instead?"

"It would be my pleasure," I said.

"I'll get the lube," Noah said as he reached into his dresser drawer.
Noah and I both quickly undressed and I got on my hands and knees
on Noah's bed.

"Let me see your ass," I told Nicky. He obliged me by getting on his
hands and knees, spreading his legs. I spread his pearly boy cheeks
a little wider until I had a good view of the pink hole residing in his
smooth young ass. I leaned in and started licking around it.

"Oh, wow, man, you're licking my butt." I had fucked Nicky before, but
it had always been part of a quick romp and had never rimmed him.
Even though I had no intention of ever fucking Jeffrey, it seemed
important to me to have Nicky give him a good report regarding my
sexual prowess. I know that sounds strange, but it was the way I felt
at that moment.

I started licking his wonderful light pink hole, taking in the sweet smell
of his young adolescent ass. Nicky was just on the brink of puberty,
virtually hairless from the neck down, but with newly sprouting peach
fuzz appearing in his pubic area, ready to explode into hair any
second. I pressed my tongue against his hole, pushing, letting my
saliva run along the hole and down his crack.

Nicky moaned with pleasure, telling me how good it felt, asking me to
lick on him harder. I let my tongue start to force its way into his hole
and he let out another moan, a long one, an alto tone forced out by
his still soprano boy voice. I could make out Noah jerking himself off
in the big chair by the bedroom window.

I licked and pushed and kissed and sucked and finally shoved my
tongue as deep into his insides as I could, taking in his tastes and
smells, listening to his grunts and moans. I was incredibly turned on
by my boyfriend's little brother and I could tell I had him incredibly
turned on as well.

I finally pulled my tongue out, giving his ass a few quick parting licks
and kisses. "Damn, why did you stop?" he whispered.

"We have more to do, you know."

"I don't care. That was way totally awesome to the possum. Jeffrey
will love it."

"You've never been rimmed before?"

"Well, yeah, but not by you."

"You've done it with Jeff?"

"No. Just with Korey and Chandler, and that was just a couple of
weeks ago." That got Noah to faking a cough. "Oh yeah, and by my
brother."

I wondered if Nicky was going to introduce Jeffrey to rimming,
because I knew it wasn't going to be me doing it. I had Nicky turn
around so he was on his back. Noah came over and lubed Nicky's
ass and my boner. He was ready to sit back, pecker in hand, and
watch his boyfriend fuck his little brother. This was not going to be a
three-way.

Noah knew Nicky could be wild in bed. In fact he could be wild just
about anywhere, but when he got lost in his sexual feelings he was
known to bounce around until he fell to the floor. Noah often fucked
Nicky on the floor just to avoid the thumps of his brother dropping off
the bed.

His ass was warm and moist and tight and I slipped right in.
Sometimes it pays not to be overly endowed, my slim six inch boner
fitting just right into the sexy ass of the thirteen year old. I kissed him
deeply and passionately. He knew what to do with his tongue, making
me wonder if I was that good when I was thirteen. I'll have to ask
Noah some day since he kissed us both as thirteen year olds.

"Stop with all the kissing and fuck me," Nicky said, his changing
pubertal voice cracking on the word "kissing". My answer was me
starting to hump him, slowly and not too deep and not very hard.

"Is that the best you can do?" Nicky protested. "I gotta give Jeffrey a
good report. Damn, Eric, I said fuck me not treat me like some little
stuffed animal or something."

I wasn't sure how hard to fuck him. I knew he'd been fucked by Noah,
Shane, Chandler, Korey, and Jeff. He was without a doubt a little
thirteen year old slut, so I supposed he'd taken it pretty hard up his
ass. I upped my pace and pushed myself in harder.

"Come on, Eric. If I can take Marty I can take you."

When he said that, I blew my breath out in astonishment, getting
saliva over his face, which he made no attempt to wipe off. I could
see a similar reaction from Noah. Nicky was full of surprises tonight.

"Marty fucked you?" Noah asked. I could tell Noah was stunned since
he rarely asked an obvious question.

"No, but it got you thinking, didn't it?" I think Noah was about ready to
strangle Nicky, who was now laughing so hard he was shaking the
bed.

"And Marty never rimmed you?"

"No. It's not like we sit around having sex. If Jeff and me play around
with Marty it's mostly jerking off and maybe blow jobs. Usually we
stay in the house and don't do stuff with him." Nicky adjusted his body
some and then went on. "Now, can we stop with the talk and maybe
get serious about fucking. Like could we have maybe more coitus and
less interruptus?"

There was no question Nicky was different from his calm and usually
unflappable brother, but there was also no question he was close to
his equal in intelligence. As I started back to work I once again had to
wonder how Nicky and Jeffrey managed to not have wild sex in the
middle of a street.

Wild sex is what we ended up having on Noah's bed as I finally got to
plowing Nicky's ass, my pubes pushing his crack on every thrust, my
balls slapping against him, his body twisting as he groaned and
cussed.  Nicky was much more of a curser than Noah was.

Noah finally pulled a sock out of a drawer, rolled it up, and stuffed it
into Nicky's mouth. "We don't need mom or dad to hear you scream
out," he said.

Nicky pulled the sock out and said, "You could just get on the bed
and stick your dick in my mouth," he told Noah. And that's exactly
what happened as we stuffed Noah's brother at both ends. I was now
hammering him hard and deep, driving my cock home against his
sweet spot, and Noah was straddling him from the front, fucking his
little brother's mouth. Noah and I managed to get some kisses in as
our faces met as we both took pleasure with the smooth thirteen year
old boy. The memory of my being in Nicky's bedroom with Kraig
when Nicky was eight and of his getting his first taste and sight of
cum went through my head.

As Noah and I pushed toward our climaxes, Nicky's body writhed and
twisted, his fists pounded on my back.  Having Noah's cock in his
mouth barely squelched his moans, groans, and squeals. I came first,
the feeling building up in my gut and spreading up my torso and down
to my toes as I fired shot after shot of cum into Nickey's beautiful ass.
My body shook from the unleashed feelings pouring through me.

Nicky came next, and even though he was still hairless, he was wet--
and in this case he shot a lot, his untouched little cock jerking from
side to side firing pellets of clear cum over his belly as he moaned a
steady, but muffled, wail.

When Noah came less than a minute later, he pulled out of Nicky's
mouth and jerked himself to orgasm, letting his cum mix with his
brother's, his last shots landing on Nicky's face and in his hair. While
Noah was not really into kinky things, he had his moments, and this
was one of those. He rubbed the cum all over the front of Nicky's
torso and over his face.

We finally got untangled from each other and lay side-by-side on the
bed with Noah in the middle. "Oh, wow, wow, wow, that was
awesome, just so awesome," Nicky said somewhat breathlessly.

"So, do I get a good report?" I asked.

"You get the best," Nicky said.

Truth be told, I didn't know if that was a good thing.

++++++++++

<Seventh grade, Saturday, September 8, Mr. B's house>

After Marty once again assured George that he would not tell a soul
who he was about to see, his host made a call on his cell phone.
Less than ten minutes later a car pulled up in the driveway. Since the
solarium was in the back of the house, Marty couldn't see the
driveway. He did hear the doorbell chime, however, and soon a
teenager strode into the room. He was obviously an athlete, standing
at 6'2, 180 pounds. Marty knew exactly who it was as soon as he
stepped into the room; he was Donald Barrett, a senior, and a starting
running back and defensive back on the football team.

"Hey, Sparky," he said as he walked up to Marty, with his hand
extended.

"Hi, Donald.

Marty looked at the extended hand, not sure what to do. Was he
supposed to get up and shake hands or could he do it sitting down?
He decided not to move and gave the teen a limp handshake,
grimacing when Donald clamped down on his hand with a firm shake.

"You can do better than that," Donald said. "I know you're a good ball
player, which means you're strong. Let's try this again." Once again
he stuck out his hand. This time Marty stood up and gave the senior
the firmest grip he could come up with, hoping it would prove to be
satisfactory. Marty was caught in the grips of a bout of hero worship.
He'd gone to the  Mayfield home games the year before and had
seen Donald play.

"That is a much better handshake," Donald said with a wide grin. "I'm
Donald, by the way."

"Marty," was Marty's quiet reply.

"Nice meeting you, Marty. Sparky, over there, seems to really like
you," Donald said, pointing to Mr. B.

Donald sat on the opposite end of the couch from George and Marty
sat back in his chair. "He does?"

"He does. He doesn't waste his time on just anybody. Trust me, I
know." He looked at Marty and grinned again. "I hear you and I share
a similar problem."

"We do?" One and two word replies seemed to be the most the
nervous thirteen year old could come with.

"We do. We both play football and we both have a problem with
certain mind-altering beverages."

"We do?" Marty was beginning to feel self-conscious about his brief
replies. He thought he sounded like a total dork.

"We do. I have since I was twelve. It got me kicked off of teams,
suspended from school, and stuck in rehab twice. Not pretty. I might
have ended up there again except my parents made me go to the
required meetings. I didn't want to go to the one here in Mayfield;
everybody there would know who I was. I was fifteen and about to
start my sophomore year and I was a jock who was scared shitless."

Marty listened attentively as Donald told his story. "I went to
Centralia, totally scared do the death. But after the first time in rehab I
never went to any meetings after I was released, but the second time
around I went because the `rents and I both didn't want me going
back to rehab again. That's where I met old Sparky here," George
grinned on hearing the word old, and he became my sponsor, and
here I am, two years sober."

Marty didn't know how to respond so he sat quietly trying to digest
what Donald was telling him. Donald went on with his story for awhile,
telling how hard it had been to get to where he was and how it had
been worth all of the work.  When he finished he looked straight into
Marty's eyes.

"Today I am happy. I don't hate myself any more. I hang around with
different kids, the ones who don't drink and don't party, and guess
what? We have so much fun together you wouldn't believe it. I
thought I had to drink to have fun. What a crock of shit that was. And
all those guys I partied with? I see them at school, but I have no
reason to hang out with them and they have no reason to hang out
with me when they're drinking, even the ones on the football team."

Both George and Donald had told Marty things he couldn't begin to
comprehend. The one thing he did understand was Donald telling him
what George had told him, that he never had to drink again.

"Why are you doing this for me?" Marty asked Donald. "Why are you
helping some kid like me you never met before? I mean you pretty
much are saying I'm just some kind of drunk, so why are you helping
me?" Marty didn't trust Donald's motives. He knew that he would
never help anybody he didn't know the way Donald was helping him.

But Donald's answer was just one more surprise in a day of
surprises. "Oh, I'm not doing this to help you," Donald said. "I'm kinda
selfish—I'm doing this to help me." Marty gave Donald a look of total
confusion, but Donald kept going on. "If you get sober from me
helping you, well, that helps me. And if you never get sober, helping
you still helps me. So that's why I do it, and that's why old man
Sparky here does it."

"I don't get it. I mean that like makes no fucking sense at all," Marty
said with a touch of impatience. Then he looked at George and
actually blushed a bit. "Um, sorry, Mr. B."

George ignored the slip, saying, " You gotta give it away in order to
keep it. Keep coming back. It will make sense if you decide you want
to work for it."

Marty asked a few questions, but for the most part he said nothing.
As they were obviously finishing, George told him there were some
things Marty needed to do to start with. First, he needed to call him
every day. Second he needed to come to his house on Wednesdays
after practice to meet with him and sometimes Donald. And finally,
next Saturday Marty needed to meet him right here at his house at
ten-thirty so he could take him to the same meeting where he met
Donald.

"I have to do all of this?" Marty asked.

"You don't have to do any of this," George said. "There is absolutely
nothing that you have to do. But if you don't want to pass out on a
park bench again, then you need to be completely willing to go to any
length to stop drinking. If that is what you want, then you will do this,
and you will do it because you want to do it. When it comes right
down to the nitty-gritty; when we cut out all of the little sayings, the
truth is this Marty: you can never drink again...for the rest of your life.
Or you can go out and retest the waters, do some scientific
experimentation to see if we're right or not, and you know where that
will get you."

"I second that," Donald said.

With that the meeting ended. Marty shook hands again with Donald,
still not believing that Donald could possibly be some kind of an
alcoholic.

As he left George's house, a now fully dressed Jeffrey came up to
him. "That was Donald. He's cool, but you're cooler. Do you have my
picture?"

"I don't have any way of carrying it on my bike without messing it up."
Marty looked at George. "But I'll be back on Wednesday with a way to
carry it home."

Jeffery gave Marty a big hug, then put his arm around his dad, who
gave the boy a half hug around his shoulder. They watched as Marty
put on his helmet, mounted his bike, and rode off. While Marty
peddled home he couldn't help but wonder what it was he had gotten
himself into.

<Seventh grade, Saturday, September fifteen, Noah's house>

 Noah and Bobby just finished swimming some laps in the pool. They
were swimming naked, as were Nicky, Shane, and Lisa. They knew
this was probably the last weekend of the year for swimming. The
weather was cooling quickly as fall approached, but today had been
sunny and warm as the thermometer hit a high of 75. However, as
the sun got lower in the sky the temperature got lower quicker than it
did in mid-summer. It was a little after five and none of the kids
wanted to get out of the heated water of the pool and into the rapidly
chilling air.

Noah and Bobby had had a fulfilling day. They played a home soccer
game at nine that morning. They both played on the Mayfield select
team along with Kraig and Eric, among others. They had picked up a
3-1 win to give them a 4-1 record. Bobby was the goalie and had
made a couple of acrobatic saves. Bobby was quick and agile and
loved being the goalie. His teammates loved his being the goalie as
well, because he was very good at it.

After the game they rode their bikes to the McGowan's, where they
helped John McGowan and his son Fred, as well as his fourteen year
old grandson, Jacob, take care of some of the chores that John could
no longer handle. Jacob was a big strong kid, already pushing six
feet. He lived in Eatonville, which was outside of Tacoma, and played
football on the freshman team at the high school.

When they finished, Maggie fed them all French dip sandwiches for
lunch. After lunch John let the kids saddle the horses and take them
for a ride. Bobby rode Cranberry, his regular horse. He had become
quite fond of the gentle mare and the feeling was obviously mutual.

It was past two when they completed their ride and got the horses
taken care of. Fred and Jacob left for home. John got the keys to the
truck to drive Bobby and Noah home.

"We want to talk to Mrs. McGowan about something first," Noah said.

"Sounds fine to me. Maggie's a good person to talk to when you need
to talk to somebody," John said with his usual kindly smile.

They went into the house and found Maggie busily painting a picture
in her sewing room. It was a picture of Cranberry with a redheaded
boy sitting atop the mare. She'd been working on it for almost a
month.

"Great picture," Noah said. Maggie obviously had some artistic talent.
Bobby never ceased to be amazed at how creative she was.

"Oh, I don't know. I haven't painted for years. I decided to take it up
again since I have all this time on my hands. I'm taking a painting
class at the Community School, so I'm relearning old things and
learning new things. I assume you boys didn't come in to admire my
artwork, but rather to say your farewells."

"Actually, we came in to talk to you about something else," Noah said.

"And what do my two handsome young friends wish to talk about?"
She put her paintbrush down and gave the eleven year old and
twelve year old her full attention.

"Well, Bobby and I have been talking about this since we got back
from Montana, and we wanted your advice," Noah said.

"I am honored that you two gentlemen trust me enough to ask for my
advice."

Bobby spoke next. It was always hard to break into a conversation
around Noah, unless your name was Eric, but the normally reticent
Bobby learned he just had to barge in if he wanted to be heard. "You
and Noah and John are my best friends ever."

Maggie said nothing but her smile and the brightness of her eyes said
everything. Those bright eyes didn't fail to notice that the two boys
were holding hands.

"Me and Noah are gay," Bobby said, getting right to the crux of the
matter. He could feel Noah squeeze his hand even harder. Both boys
waited for Maggie to be the adult and tell them they were too young
to know.

"And you are both in love with each other," Maggie said, her kindly
face telling them that everything was okay. Maggie had learned in her
years of teaching to never sell a child short. She had been around
many children who knew more about themselves than adults would
ever give them credit for. As for Noah and Bobby, who were both
surprised by her candid response, they were still learning that the
kindly grandmother had herself much more grounded than they gave
her credit for.

The two boys nodded yes in answer to her statement. "If you want my
advice on love, I have to tell you that I am not Dear Abby. I don't
know how much I can tell you. I am in love with John and have been
since we were in junior high school, so my experience is narrow."

"We want your advice on something else," Noah said. "We want to
come out to our parents, but we don't know if we should."

Maggie thought about that for a few moments. "That's a hard topic to
speak on as well. I am getting to know Bobby's mother and from what
I've heard from her she won't be surprised."

"She won't?" Bobby asked.

"Apparently you have dropped enough hints that even the family dog
could figure it out...if you had a family dog."

Bobby knew he'd said things, but he never thought his mother could
actually figure out that he and Noah were boyfriends.

"As for you, Noah, I don't know your parents well, having only met
them briefly.  What I do know is that to raise a boy like you they have
to be doing a fine job." She stepped over to the two young boys, both
small for their age, and wrapped her arms around them for a big hug.
"You are both so young, but young people fell in love when I was a
girl and, if you can believe it, long before that, so it's nothing new to
the world. Tell me why you want your parents to know about you and
Bobby, Noah."

"Because then they know how to help us if we need help, and
because we don't want to have to hide anything from them. We can
even hold hands when we want to. I know my parents love Bobby
and if they know he's my boyfriend and that I love him that way, well,
maybe they will love him even more."

"Then you must think they will be accepting of what you tell them."

"They might give us the `you're too young to know you're gay and in
love' speech, but I don't think they will. My older brother Glenn came
out to them and he said mom and dad accepted it."

"Oh my, your older brother is gay? How old is he?"

"He's twenty. But don't worry, Shane and Lisa are for sure not gay.
They're thirteen. Mom and dad will get lots of grandchildren," Noah
said with a chuckle.

Maggie let go of the two boys. "And you have a younger brother, too,
if I remember correctly."

"Nicky. But he's eight and he's too young to know anything." It didn't
occur to Noah that he was sounding just like the adults who liked to
say he was too young to know anything.

"From what you've told me, my advice would be to do what your heart
tells you. I don't think it will lead you into trouble here."

Bobby let go of Noah's hand and gave Maggie a hug of her own.
"Thanks, Maggie. I love you."

"And I love both of you boys.  Now run along, I'm sure John is pacing
around the yard ready to take you boys home."

"Bye, Maggie," Noah said. "I love you."

The boys zipped out of the room, not noticing the tears forming in her
eyes.

But now, as the two boys lolled in the pool working up the courage to
get out, coming out to their parents didn't seem quite as easy as it did
when they talked about it between themselves or discussed it with
Maggie.

The decision about getting out into the cool late afternoon air was
made for them when Noah's mother stepped out on the deck. "Dinner
in fifteen minutes," she yelled out.

The five kids scrambled out of the pool, quickly grabbed their towels,
and hustled down to the cabana to shower and get dressed.

Bobby and Lisa were the last to shower. As they stood in the shower,
Bobby couldn't help but look at how Lisa was starting to mature.
Seeing the naked thirteen year old brought back memories of his
night in bed with Missy and got his hairless cock to stirring.

"Am I giving the gay boy a boner?" Lisa asked.

Bobby blushed as he silently urged his unruly penis to go back down,
without success. In Bobby's case his white, freckled skin easily
showed off a full body blush. To add to his embarrassment his
member came to its full three and a half inch state of erection.

"I guess I am." Lisa loved eliciting that kind of reaction in a boy, any
boy, including her brothers. "Maybe I need to spend a night with you
and your boyfriend. Then you both can lose your virginity together.
You're still...um...like, dry, right?"

Bobby shook his head no and then quietly said, "I'm not a virgin."

That piece of news surprised Lisa. "Does Noah know that?"

"Yeah."

"Somebody I know?"

"No."

Lisa turned off her shower and cupped Bobby's tight little balls that
were just beginning to drop. She rubbed them and then ran her
fingers up Bobby's rock hard shaft. "Would you have sex with me if
you could?"

"Yeah..." After a pause he added, "...but only if Noah was with me."

"Hey you two, hurry up. We gotta get up to dinner," Noah said, poking
his head into the big shower area. "Oh, wow, are you molesting my
boy friend, Lisa?'

"Only if making him feel good is molesting him. I just found out he's
no virgin. Doesn't that worry you, like he might have a girlfriend now?"

"No, I'm not worried. He and that girl aren't going to be a couple or
anything like that. I'm happy he had the chance."

Lisa and Bobby were drying themselves off as the three of them
entered the main room. Shane and Nicky had already left for the
house. "I think maybe it's time you got equal with your boyfriend,"
Lisa said.

"Equal, how?" Noah knew the answer to the question, but he wanted
to actually hear his sister say it.

"By losing your virginity to a girl. Like maybe to me, especially since
right now you can't make babies, it should be soon." It wasn't the first
time she'd suggested that to Noah. Shane had been pushing the
same thing. "Then you can say you've done it and can go back to
being gay. I keep telling you this, but time is running out."

"Maybe I will soon," Noah said, which was a bit of a change from his
saying he would never do it.

"Just a one time thing, then I will never bring it up again. Bobby can
join you...unless you make sperms, then maybe not."

"I just started," Bobby said.

"Mom and I talked about me being on the pill, so maybe we can
soon."

By now they were all dressed and the topic of conversation changed
as they walked up to the house for dinner. Noah knew that he and
Bobby had even more to think about. This had been the first time Lisa
had invited the two of them together to have sex with her.

After dinner the kids helped with the cleanup. Noah then asked his
parents if he and Bobby could talk to them in private. His mom and
dad nodded, wondering what kind of serious topic he was going to
bring up this time. Having private chats with Noah was not unusual,
with many of them involving Bobby.

They met in Seth McCall's study. Bobby and Noah sat together on
the black leather sofa next to the big grandfather clock. Both parents
noticed them holding hands and right away knew what this
conversation was going to be about. It was not a total surprise, but
they were both hoping that the boys would put the whole matter off
until they got older.

This time it was Noah who got right down to the heart of the matter.
"Bobby and I are gay and boyfriends and we're in love with each
other." Noah figured that getting it all said at once would be easier
than just coming out as gay and waiting for endless questions to elicit
the rest of the information. Even so, his scattergun confession
sounded kind of lame to him

For what seemed like an endless amount of time all that could be
heard in the room was the ticking of the big grandfather clock. It was
Noah's father who broke the silence, disappointing Noah some by
referring to their age. "You're sure? You're both pretty young to be
deciding this."

Noah gave his father the most serious, grownup look he could
muster. "We're sure. We've been sure since back in April when we
figured it out. We're even more sure than ever now."

For the second time that day the two boys were squeezing each
other's hand tightly. "I could never be happy without Noah," Bobby
said. "I love him."

"And I love Bobby with all my heart," Noah said. "How can you be too
young to love somebody like we love each other?"

"You can't," Noah's mother said. "Your father and I just want to be
sure you understand what you're saying."

"You sound like you've talked about this already," Noah observed.

"It's hard to look at you two boys and not see what's going on
between you. Of course we've talked about it." Noah's mother, Carla,
looked at the vulnerable little redhead and her confident little
towheaded son with both love and pride. She knew it took both a
great deal of courage and a great deal of trust to open up the way the
two of them were. The two of them holding hands on the couch was
all she needed for now.

"This could change you know," Seth said. "As much as you don't want
to admit it, you are young, and attitudes change as you mature."

"If Bobby falls for some girl someday I'll still love him because he'd be
doing what most boys do. I'd be hurt but I guess it could happen."

"Never! It won't happen. But I do kinda like girls some," Bobby said,
eliciting a chuckle from Seth.

"But if he ever falls for another boy...," he looked right at Bobby and
the two both came up with tension relieving giggles. Noah quickly got
serious again and said, "But I won't ever be falling for a girl. I know
that. I know I'm gay through and through."

"I think I am too," Bobby said. Both boys knew this wasn't the time or
place to reveal that Bobby had actually had intercourse with a girl.

"You know your brother Glenn is gay. He told me that he confessed
that to you," Seth said. "Even he chased girls for awhile in his early
teens before he figured things out."

"I'm not my brother," Noah said simply.

"No, that you're not," Noah's father said. "I'm happy all of my children
are different and are willing to be themselves and to be honest with
themselves and with us. I appreciate your trust and so does your
mother."

Carla nodded in agreement. "Gay or straight or whatever you are or
will be, your father and I both love you, Noah. And we both love you,
Bobby. You are just like part of our family. It says a lot that you both
came to talk to us together."

"You know that revealing this to your friends could lead to potential
problems," Seth said.

"All of our friends know about us, and they are still our friends.
Anybody who has problems with it—well, they're not our friends."

"You're out to your friends? Guys like Eric and Scott and the twins
know about you?" Seth asked, trying not to be put out by Noah
confessing his sexual orientation to his peers first.

Noah was about to say that all of those friends were gay as well, but
decided not to. They all needed to come out on their own, not have
him out them.

They spent another half hour talking, with Seth and Carla dispensing
some advice, Noah and Bobby trying to act interested in their advice,
and finishing off with just being a happy family.

"At least Shane and Lisa seem to be hetero," Carla said. "I mean your
dad and I would like to be grandparents someday."

"Gay couples can have kids," Noah said. The forthright statement
surprised Carla, but she had to admit she had never thought about
the matter in that way, and had to admit Noah had opened her eyes a
little and had shown that even at age eleven he was serious about
who and what he was. Her precocious son never failed so surprise
her and she had to be careful to never underestimate him.

"Are you going to tell your mother?" Carla asked Bobby.

"We're going to do it tomorrow."

"We're here for you if you have any problems," Seth said. "That goes
for tomorrow or any time."

After a lot of hugs the boys left the study and went to Noah's
bedroom. They quickly disrobed, and kissed, made out, rubbed,
hugged, and finally dry-humped amid kissing and caressing. It was
hard and wild and loving and wonderful for the two boys as Bobby
shot a couple of droplets of clear boy cum on the smooth skin of his
lover. It was followed by more a couple of hours later at bedtime as
there was more kissing, humping, licking, touching feeling, moaning,
and finally Bobby fucking Noah as well as he could, his growing cock
plowing Noah's smooth white ass as Bobby shot a couple more small
droplets inside of his lover. They spent the night tangled together,
never wanting to let each other go.

The next day they rode their bikes to Bobby's trailer. Bobby's mother
was happy to see Noah, since he seldom dropped by. But with Lenny
and Duke gone she was hoping to see him more often.

This time it was Bobby who initiated their coming out. His mother
reacted as Maggie had predicted, with love and understanding.

"You kept saying how you loved Noah," she said. "You all but said
you was boyfriends. I hope the two of you are always happy." She
made no mention of their age, just telling them to not forget to enjoy
being kids.

"Do you think I could spend the night here next weekend?" Noah
asked.

"Wait, you've never wanted to stay here," Bobby said.

"You never asked me to," Noah countered.

"That was because of..."

"...Lenny and Duke, who are gone now," Noah said. "Or don't you
want me to stay the night here?"

"Oh, I do, I do, I do. Can he mom?"

"Don't see no reason why not. Bring a sleeping bag; we got lots of
room on the floor."

And so Bobby and Noah became the first of the Mayfield boys to
come out to their parents. They came out young at eleven and
twelve, but they were positive about how they felt. Their coming out
had worked well for both of them. They were happy to not have to
hide in front of their families. What they could never know at the time,
and never consider in their youthful innocence, was that life had a
way of not going in the same direction as planned. For better or for
worse there were lessons to be learned, sometimes hard lessons, but
learning lessons was part of growing up for everybody.

Next: Coach Collins