Date: Tue, 04 Apr 2000 11:23:42 EDT
From: William Watts <bwstories44@hotmail.com>
Subject: You Pass This Way But Once - Chapter 1
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You Pass This Way But Once - by BW
Copyright 2000 by bwstories44
Chapter 1 - My Discovery.
March 2000
I was on top of the world. In a couple of weeks I would be returning to
middle school (grades 6-8) but this time not as a lowly sixth grader but as
a more respectable seventh grader. Additionally, in a few months time
(November 27th, to be exact) I become a teenager and I will leave my
childhood behind me. My parents had already informed me that, once I'm a
teenager, I would be allowed a later bedtime, more relaxed curfews and more
opportunities to be on my own. The unfortunate part was that they also
told me that I'd have a greater responsibility in helping to care for my
two younger brothers and my little sister, as part of the same package.
This was because I was the oldest and, now, I would be expected to do my
part to ensure the smooth operation of the family as a whole. It looks
like that along with the sunshine that would be brought into my life (the
new freedoms) a little rain must fall (the new responsibilities). Oh well,
I guess that I will survive.
I can't say that I've had it bad in any way, just the opposite. I've got
great parents, who have good jobs and we have much more than a lot of
families in the area. My father is a professor in the Education Department
for the University of Wisconsin at Madison. My mother sells real estate,
which allows her to make time for us kids in her schedule, and we have
enough money to do or have just about whatever we want, not just what we
need. Besides my family and my material needs being met, I'm not doing too
badly in the physical department, either. For twelve years old I'm not
that bad looking or so I've been told by my family, my friends and by girls
in my class. I'm 5' 1", I've got a good muscular build (from my swimming
and other sports) and ebony hair (cut short on the sides, bangs which hang
down to my eyebrows in the front and hair falling down to my shirt collar
in the back but it's all as straight as an arrow). I've got dark brown
eyes and perfect, white teeth (thanks to my orthodontist). I've, also, got
what appears to be a year around tan, which was provided by my ancestral
DNA, and everyone says that my skin tone makes my smile so impressive, as
the contrasting colors are eye catching. Although I still grumble about
minor things, I really have all the ingredients for a very enjoyable life.
When the day finally arrived for school to start, I was up an hour before I
had to be, anxious for my first day of being one of the big guys. I
showered, dressed, ate breakfast and was waiting for the rest of my family
long before they were ready. My mother told me several times to sit down
and relax but I was just too excited. Mom drove us all to where we had to
go, dropping me off at my school last. I gave her a quick kiss good-bye,
raced into the school and, then, I looked for my homeroom number from the
list on the bulletin board across from the guidance office. I found it and
headed in the direction of my room. There I would get my class schedule
and possibly see some of my friends from last year. As it turned out,
there were only two girls in my homeroom that I knew. This was not an
encouraging start.
First period I had mathematics. I hurried to the room so I could see who
was in my class before the teacher began his/her thing. There were four or
five other kids that I knew vaguely from before but none of my friends were
in this class or even at school, from what I could tell. I hadn't even
seen any of them in the hallways between classes or anywhere else. This
was not what I was expecting or hoping for. There was one boy in class who
looked interesting, maybe someone I could make friends with. I'll make a
mental note of this in case my friends aren't in any of my other classes,
either.
Second period was technology class, where we were going to learn more about
computers. Once again, there were kids I knew but none of my good friends.
Third period was history. No friends but there was that kid from my math
class again. Fourth period was English and there was no one I knew in this
class, either. Ugggghhhhhh! What is going on here? Fifth period was
lunch and I, finally, got to see some of my buddies.
I sat down to eat with them and I found out that they had a lot of their
classes together. This just wasn't fair. Why did I have to be the one to
be left out in another section? I didn't waste the lunch hour worrying
about it, though. We laughed, joked around and we compared the rest of our
class schedules. Two of them would be in my last period class, the
music/art alternating classes, but that was the only time I would see any
of them besides lunch. Now, I was really bummed out. Lunch period ended
and I had to go to study hall.
I didn't even bother to look to see who was there, being too depressed
knowing that my friends wouldn't be among them. The next period was
science class. There was that boy, again. Maybe I could introduce myself
and get to know him. That way I'd have at least one friend in some of my
classes. After science was PE/Study Hall combination. Today was PE, so I
headed for the gym as soon as the bell rang. That boy was walking ahead of
me so I got up the courage to speak to him and introduce myself.
"Hi. I've seen you in some of my other classes. I'm Logan.Logan Nagorny."
"Hi, Logan. My name is Seth Eldred."
"Nice to meet you, Seth. Where are you headed?"
"I've got PE now."
"Really? Me too. That's got to be at least four classes we have together.
What do you have last period?"
He looked quickly at his schedule. "Music."
"Me too. Great, that's five classes together. What period do you eat
lunch?"
"Fifth."
"All right. You'll have to join my friends and me tomorrow. We have fifth
period lunch too, unless you already eat with someone else."
"No, I don't. I'd like to join you, if you and your friends don't mind."
"Not at all. My friends never mind if others join our little group. The
more the merrier."
We didn't have time to say more, as we arrived at the gym and our PE
teacher was ready to begin his first day's introduction. You know the
routine. 'Hi, I'm coach so and so and to pass this class you'll have to
come prepared with appropriate gym clothes, participate in what we're doing
in class, improve your skills as the year goes by and you must shower after
class. If you do those things, you will have no trouble with me or with
passing this class.' Yeah, yeah. The only thing different with this
introduction and the ones that I'd heard before was the shower part but I
knew about that from having talked to my friends at lunch. In sixth grade
they recommended showers but they didn't enforce them so no one took one.
Maybe that's why it was not optional this year. No big deal, though. We
are all guys and we've all got that extra piece of skin dangling between
our legs. You know, you've seen one you've seen them all. Besides, we'd
be taking showers after practices, too, because I was planning on going out
for various sports during the school year. It was a well-known fact that
the coaches demanded that everyone showered after sporting events and
practices.
The coach took us outside to run a mile around the track. It was basically
to see who was in shape and who would need extra work. We were just in our
school clothes, which would make it more difficult to run, but we wouldn't
have a time limit to complete this distance in, like we would have later in
the year. The only thing he wanted to see was who could endure the mile
distance and who could not. We started on our run and Seth came up to run
beside me. We paced each other and we ran shoulder to shoulder around the
track. We were in the first ten to finish and we didn't even push
ourselves to do it. We sat around and talked as we waited for the others
in our class to finish.
I found out that Seth had gone to one of the other elementary schools
before we reached middle school. I also discovered that we only lived
about ten blocks away from each other but the elementary school lines had
fallen somewhere in between where we lived so we had been directed to
attended different schools. It seemed like we should have meet last year
but that just didn't happen. Even though we had been in the same grade, we
still didn't run into each other. I guess that we must have been in
different sections during last year and we were never scheduled for any
classes or activities together. For some reason, we didn't even associate
with the same groups or hang out in the same places.
We didn't just talk about school, either. We found out a lot of other
things about each other, as well. We discovered that we both liked to
swim, play football, wrestle, play golf and play baseball. We also liked
to play video games, we liked most of the same rock groups and we spent a
good portion our free time on the Internet. With that much in common,
maybe we were twins in a past life. We had far too much in common for this
to be just pure coincidence. I came to the conclusion that we could become
real good friends and that we might become very close to each other. This
would make it easier for both of us in school and in the classes that we
shared together. The period ended and we went to our next class.
Music was a riot. I introduced Seth to my two other friends and we joked
around the whole period. The music teacher spoke to us a few times, about
settling down, and, then, she threatened to move us apart unless we
complied. Reluctantly, we gave in. When the class was over, three of the
four of us went to sign up for the modified football team. It was Seth, my
friend Todd and I. When we arrived at the meeting location, there had to
be more than thirty other seventh and eighth graders who wanted to play on
the team. This was going to make it tough, seeing that Seth and I were
both shorter than most of the others and we were both on the slender side.
Seth and I had talked about football earlier, at the end of PE class, and
both of us were planning to go to out for running back and defensive back.
We took the whole time, after the initial greeting, getting our equipment
issued to us and we were given our playbooks to study for offense. We were
then told that our first real practice would be tomorrow.
We said good-bye and we made our way to our homes. My mom picked me up in
front of the school. She asked me how my day went and I told her all about
it, including football practice and meeting Seth. She said that he sounded
like a nice boy and that I'd have to invite him over sometime. I agreed.
After we arrived home, I went to do my homework while mom fixed dinner. My
brothers were outside playing when we got home, being watched by the girl
next door, but at least they weren't in the house bugging me. I finished
my homework, not much for the first day, and I went down stairs to watch
some television. I did that until dad got home and we ate dinner.
Dinnertime was family time at our house. The TV had to be off, no phone
calls were taken and dad would ask us questions about our day or we'd
discuss current events or we'd talk about something interesting that had
happened locally. It was the one time that my parents insisted that we all
be there and participate in what was going on, no matter how young we were.
This was sometimes difficult with practices, games, school events and scout
meetings. No matter what was going on, we always found a common time to
eat and have our family time together. Even though I sometimes complained
about it, I usually enjoyed the things we talked about or the opportunity
to explain or discuss something that was important to me. It was often a
learning/sharing experience for all of us.
After dinner, I went up to my room and I got on my computer, my Christmas
present last year. I surfed the web for a while before I checked my email
and went into a chat room to see what was going on. Not much of interest
was happening there so I logged off. I decided to turn in for the night,
being slightly tired from getting up so early this morning. I lie there
for a brief time, thinking about football, when Seth entered my thoughts.
I wanted to get to know him better. We had so much in common, we got along
well and it didn't hurt that he was a good-looking kid. He was 5'1", like
me, he had light brown curly hair (which swept across his forehead, covered
his ears and hung below his shirt collar in the back), hazel eyes and a
slender build. He looked like he weighed less than me and he had a smaller
waist but some of his muscles looked more developed than mine, like his
pecs which I could see through his tight shirt. I'd be able to tell more
when I saw him in the shower. He also had a cute face, for a guy I guess,
and he rarely showed his teeth when he grinned or smiled. Wow, this is
unusual for me to be thinking about another boy like this. I've never done
this about any of my other friends, why now? Maybe because he was new and
I'd known the others longer. I must have fallen asleep thinking about it.
The next morning, I was up early but not quite as early as yesterday. I
was showered, dressed, fed and ready well ahead of schedule but I wasn't
pacing like I did on the first day. I guess there was no uncertainty about
what I would be facing today but images of Seth kept popping into my mind
at the strangest times.
The school day went quite quickly. The lunch hour was the most fun as Seth
met the rest of my old friends and we all got along so well. There was no
PE class today, odd days were study halls, and we were now at football
practice. A group of us walked together to the locker room to change and
Seth had a locker right next to mine. We stripped down and got ready to
put on our jock straps before we suited up. I was right. Seth had a very
developed chest and extremely muscular legs. His arms were good but not as
well developed as his chest and legs. As he dropped his briefs, I got to
see his cock. I'd say it was only a couple of inches long, soft,
circumcised and slender. He only had a couple of stray hairs at its base
but I could hardly take my eyes off of it. I don't know why but I kept
glancing over to get a peek at his beautiful boy meat. I had already
slipped my jock on over my own dick, which was slightly longer than Seth's
and I had more hair. It's a good thing I was able to get my jock on, too,
because I started to get a boner from looking at Seth. I've never done
that before, I mean tenting up while looking at another guy.
I forced myself to quit looking in his direction and I threw the rest of my
gear on as quickly as I could. We went out together, did the warm up
exercises and, then, we were in the same group for drills as we were trying
out for the same positions. We were both fast, though Seth was a little
faster than me, and the coach liked how we cut up field so effortlessly, as
soon as the holes opened up. By the end of practice, Seth was in the
tailback position and I was playing fullback. It looked like we might be
the starting backfield together but it was still too early to say for sure.
After practice, we went into the locker room talking about that situation.
We both thought it would be neat to be playing in the same backfield
together and blocking for each other. We took off our gear and hit the
showers. Seth and I went into the showers together and stood under two of
the showerheads located side by side. I forgot and glanced at Seth's penis
and, immediately, I started to get hard. Oh my god. I can't let any of
the other guys see me like this. They would start rumors about me being
gay or something and I couldn't take that. I turned away from Seth,
talking to him over my shoulder, trying to think of anything else to get my
cock to deflate. I ended up thinking about my pre-algebra homework and,
zap, it went right down. Thank god. Now, I had to remember not to look at
Seth's boyhood again. We finished our showers, dried off and then we went
to our lockers to dress. Before we left, Seth wanted to exchange phone
numbers so we could get in touch with each other at night or on the
weekend. I ripped a page from my assignment notebook, tore that in half,
writing my phone number on one half and, then, giving the other half of the
paper to Seth so he could jot down his number for me. Having done that, I
went outside to catch my ride.
That night at home, I kept thinking about Seth. I could picture his body
in my mind and every time I visualized his prick, my own would spring to
life. What is happening to me?
Am I gay or something? I never thought that I was but why did I keep
getting erections when thinking about him and why did I want to see him
naked so badly? Maybe after I'd seen him a few more times this wouldn't
happen to me anymore. Maybe it was just because he was a new friend and I
was fascinated by his appearance but I didn't understand why I was
constantly feeling this way. I never had any desire to see any of the
other boys naked and I didn't pop a rod when I did. So, why was Seth
affecting me like this? I could find no answers to my questions. I went
to bed that evening and visions of Seth kept filtering into my dreams, no
matter what those dreams were about, he was a part of them.
I awoke the next morning, not quite refreshed, and I got ready for school.
Today we would have both PE and football practice so I'd see him dressing
and in the showers twice. I had to remember to not look in his direction
while he was nude. It was OK when he was clothed but not when he was
naked. I would just have to heed this small warning at all times when Seth
was changing or showering.
The day went by quickly. Seth managed to sit next to me in every class we
had together. In the class where we had assigned seats, he somehow
convinced the teacher that he needed to sit by me for help, something about
my helping him cope with a learning disability. I'm not exactly sure what
it was that he said to the teacher or how he described this phantom
condition but it worked.
Lunch was also fun, as the whole group ate quickly before we went outside
to throw around a small Nerf football. When it was time for PE, I was
constantly reminding myself to keep my eyes staring straight forward. I
was nearly into my gym clothes when Seth asked me a question. Thinking he
was probably dressed too, I turned to answer him. There he stood,
completely naked, and my old faithful sprung to attention in a matter of
milliseconds. I don't even remember what the question was or whether I
answered it but Seth did get a strange look on his face during this time.
I hoped it was because he was annoyed with me for my lack of attention, my
poor response or a lack of a response at all. I definitely hoped that he
missed my little friend's acrobatics, as it did handsprings in my shorts.
We went outside for class and that turned out to be a lesson on soccer.
The last half of the period was devoted to a pick up game where Seth and I
played on opposite teams. We guarded each other and there was a lot of
body contact, even though soccer was supposed to be a non-contact sport
(hahaha). After class, we went in, undressed and headed for the showers.
I held back for a while after Seth left to go clean up. I wanted to give
him some time alone so he would be mostly finished before I entered the
shower area. That way we wouldn't be in there so long together. When I
got to the shower, Seth asked me what took me so long and I made up some
excuse about things falling out of my pants pockets and having to pick them
up. He seemed to accept this and my cover was secure. I was looking at
his face while I was answering him and, still, my cock rose steadily until
it was pointing at the wall, how embarrassing. This time, I think Seth
noticed it before I could turn away. I prayed that he didn't see it or
that he wouldn't say anything about it if he did. If he does make a
comment, I don't know how I'll ever be able to live this down.
Thankfully, the shower and the class were over and we went to our last
class together. Today was art class and we spent the period doing this
dumb still life picture of a pitcher, a bowl and some wax fruit. I was
never that good at drawing so this didn't interest me much at all. We
lasted out the period before going to football practice. Try as I might, I
just couldn't resist looking at Seth as he changed. The only smart thing I
did was wait until I was partially dressed before I did so. Seth always
seemed to stay naked longer than I did, though I'm not sure why.
Practice went really well. Seth and I were constantly placed in the same
tailback/fullback combination for drills and scrimmages. I think the coach
liked the way we worked together. We were running this one sweep, with
Seth carrying the ball, when I leveled the defensive end to spring Seth
free. The coach went crazy telling everyone that that was how to play
football and how to block. None of that 'pansy crap' like he had been
seeing from everyone else. Yep, it was looking more and more like Seth and
I would be in the starting backfield.
When practice ended, the coach asked Seth and me to stay behind, as he
wanted to talk to us. We waited until everyone else had picked up their
gear and the equipment before we headed into the locker room with him.
"You boys seem to know each other's moves pretty well," the coach began.
"How long have you been playing ball together?"
"Just since the first practice," I answered him. "We only met this week,
when school started."
"You're kidding me. You two look like you've played most of your lives
together. It usually takes months, maybe years, before you instinctively
know which way the other one is going to move or cut. You boys are
naturals together. It looks like you move as one out there. You seem to
think as one and you protect each other's butts. You've both thrown some
nasty blocks out there today, blocks that the junior varsity and varsity
coaches would die to have their boys throwing. I'd even venture to say
that, barring any unforeseen circumstances, you boys will be starting along
side each other this year."
"Really?" Seth asked. "You think were good enough to start? I
mean.well.neither one of us is all that big."
"Heck, there's a lot more to this game than size. You two have speed and
quickness and I'd prefer to out quick teams than to out bulk them. I've
had or seen smaller, quicker teams slaughter teams that were much bigger
but also a lot slower. Even though you're a tad small for your age, you
both have guts. You can both dish out hits as well as take them. No sir,
I don't see anyone on this squad who could beat you two out, either on
offense or defense."
"Thanks, coach," we both said before I added a little more to the
conversation. "Don't worry, coach, we won't let you down."
We went to the locker room floating on cloud nine, our egos having been
stroked so magnificently by the coach. It looks like we're both going to
be two-way starters. By the time we got to the showers, everyone else was
done and gone. That took care of some of my worries. Seth and I talked
about what the coach had said and we realized that there was a whole lot
more to our similarities than just playing football so well together.
There was the way that we thought, spoke and acted alike, too. We could
almost finish each other's sentences and we seemed to be able read each
other's thoughts, even though we had known each other less than a week.
Maybe we had shared a past life together, if there was such a thing.
I guess I was just too excited to pop a rod today and I remained soft but I
was becoming more and more aware of how attracted I was to Seth. It was
hard to explain but I thought of Seth constantly, not just when we were
together, and I was finding myself physically and sexually attracted to
him. Oh god, no! This just can't be. I'm attracted to another male. No,
I can't be! It's just not right. That would mean that.well. that.I'm.you
know.that I'm gay. Uuuuugggggggghhhhhhhhh!
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