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Archive name: thanksc.txt (M/m-teen, 1st gay experience)
Authors name: Doned (doned@adelphia.net)
Story title : Coming Out on Thanksgiving

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Coming Out on Thanksgiving (1st gay experience)
From: Doned (doned@adelphia.net)

**

Carl reluctantly accepted the invitation from Sherrie. 
They had been friends since high school, kept in contact 
though college; discussed their love life on the phone 
and during occasional reunions.

He had suffered with her through her first marriage and 
divorce and she had been supportive when he came out to 
his friends and family.

"You're the closest thing I have to a sister," he would 
say and kiss her on the cheek. And Sherrie would weep. 
She had lost her brother in one of those damn military 
actions but she had Carl instead.

There would be family, lots of family there Carl knew. 
Most were Sherrie's in laws, some were distant second 
cousins and all were families.

Sherrie had inherited the old large family house in the 
country. She debated whether to sell it or not, but the 
house was steeped in history. Her relatives helped settle 
the state in fact... the place was practically a 
landmark.

So Sherrie stayed there. And she stayed there because 
her son, recently graduated from high school, needed a 
place to grow up....

"You'll have your own room, I promise," she said.

Carl arrived and felt like he was in some Robert Altman 
movie. There were cars, kids and adults everywhere.

He was introduced around and actually enjoyed hearing 
Sherrie introduce him as her High School sweetheart.

Tom, their high school swim team captain would disagree 
with that introduction, Carl thought. At least he seemed 
to think Carl was his boyfriend each time they snuck into 
the basement after practice for some teenage jacking off, 
69ing and eventually even fucking.

Sherrie was dying to tell someone when Carl had told 
her. But she swore she'd keep it secret.

Carl got really pissed at her when he found out she had 
asked Tom to the Spring Sadie Hawkins dance. So they 
didn't speak for months.

"Will you stop that?" Carl whispered.

"Well we both did the same guy so what does that make us 
- fuckbuddy-in-laws?" Sherrie had been smoking and 
drinking... she was having a ball embarrassing Carl.

But the adults seemed willing to share in the wine, 
smoke and just hanging around, content to let their herds 
of kids entertain each other.

Carl unpacked in his private bedroom and went out to 
join the other adults. As they made pleasant chatter the 
group watched their kids run back and forth in a wild 
soccer match.

"Who is that?" Carl said looking at a lean half naked 
boy seemingly in total control of the ball. He ran with 
such grace and while obviously competitive he was smiling 
and laughing all the time. His thick red hair bounced and 
waved in the wind created by his fleeting leaps.

"That, my dear boy, is Randy," Sherrie said proudly.

Carl stared despite his embarrassment at lusting after 
his best friends son.

The only time he had seen the boy was when he was a baby 
at the christening. There had been photos now and then, 
but the boy was short, gawky and like every other little 
kid.

"He grew," Carl said verbally but the way he said it 
said so much more.

"Based on his eating habits he had two choices, out or 
up," Sherrie said.

"Glad he grew up."

"Yeah," Carl said and looked self-consciously at 
Sherrie.

She smiled at him. "You lech."

Carl wanted to tell her he wasn't leering... but she 
would know better. So he just turned back to watch the 
gazelle youth in command of his libido.

The adults scattered with talk of watching TV, playing 
poker or whatever.

Carl turned down the invites to watch the game.

He sat there drinking the Becks in his hand as the kids 
slowly got bored and began to drift past him.

Randy sauntered with a couple of shorter and younger 
kids.

"Good game Randy," Carl looked up. The setting sun made 
Randy's redhead glow and the sweat on his shoulders 
sparkle.

"Uh, thanks, sir," Randy looked over to respond dropping 
his smile and peered closely not knowing who this 
attentive adult was.

The house grew quiet. Family members had moved to their 
bedrooms, the kids had been put in two bedrooms as a 
group and made the only noises in the house.

Carl stood and watched the sun grow golden before it 
disappeared beyond the nearby trees and finally below the 
horizon.

He returned to the house and entered through the kitchen 
door... the way southerners always went in and out of 
their homes.

Sherrie was preparing something for the next day's 
Thanksgiving meal.

Sitting at the table talking to her was a still 
shirtless Randy.

"Oh Carl. Here I want you to meet. The last time you two 
met, Randy was in my arms."

Randy stood. He had obviously cleaned up after the match 
and put on a pair of gym shorts... which was the only 
piece of clothing he had on. From the bulge in his 
shorts, Carl knew indeed he had nothing else on 
underneath either.

Carl reached out to shake the boys hand.

"We met, out there... kind of."

"Yeah, thank you sir," Randy threw in the 'sir' again 
which reminded Carl of their age difference.

"You glad to be finished with high school?" Carl asked 
for the obvious answer.

"Well, I turned 18 already but I don't graduate until 
May," Randy said.

Somehow hearing that Randy was indeed 18 made Carl feel 
less guilty about his lust and yet old.

"Don't worry, honey, remember I had this youngster when 
I was 19: Susie knew what Carl was thinking... or at 
least the age part.

"Thanks, I needed that. Do me a favor Randy."

"Yes sir?"

"PLEASE don't say sir to me. Just call me Carl, okay?"

Randy nodded and smiled. His dimples seemed to radiate a 
sexiness that Carl had only hoped was there.

"Yes sir," Randy said and then laughed at his own 
mistake.

Sherrie and Carl laughed along.

"You two probably want to talk," Randy said and started 
to move away.

"No don't go, stick around. Your mom is tired of my 
stories anyway..." Carl said reluctantly releasing 
Randy's big strong yet inviting hand.

"Good, I don't really want to go back upstairs. Those 
rug rats have invaded my room" Randy said and sat down.

"Honey, you promised," Sherrie reminded him.

"Mom I know but their all kids! Okay, okay, I'll get 
through it, but lord knows how I'll ever get to sleep 
with them all over my room."

The last sentence Randy said while looking at Carl. Carl 
had already thought of several responses but knew he 
couldn't say one.

"And honey, you may be disturbed a bit too. Your room is 
right next door to Randy's. In fact you have to share a 
bathroom with the entire group of rug rats."

She laughed, Carl shrugged and Randy was still aiming 
his dimpled smile at him.

They talked like three old friends, exchanging stories 
of youth, high school, vacations and attempts to 
embarrass each other.

What pleased Carl more was that he sat next to Randy who 
didn't seem to mind an occasional pat on the bare back or 
leg.

Sherrie sat on Carl's lap as the three of them shared 
some wine toasting the holiday and each other.

Carl refused to go along with the herd to a family 
restaurant. He had driven all day and wanted to rest.

Stretched out on the bed, he listened and heard the 
cavalcade of cars drive off and the wonderful silence 
settled on the house.

"Hi."

Carl turned from staring out the window.

Randy was standing in the doorway.

"You didn't go with the others?"

"Naw, needed to have some time," he said.

"I know what you mean," Carl said

Randy looked immediately self-conscious. "Oh, I'm sorry, 
I'll let you rest."

"No, no," Carl quickly added, "I meant the noise of the 
crowd, strangers, parents talking about their kids you 
know."

Randy relaxed. "Mom said you're..." there was a pause 
"single" Randy finished the sentence.

"Yeah."

"I'm making some omelets, want one?"

Carl decided not to button his shirt... letting his bare 
torso be revealed to this slim, teenage boy.

Randy however had pulled on a white tee shirt. It didn't 
hide his form nor the prominent nipples he had either.

"So how was high school anyway?" Carl asked as he 
watched Randy prepare the omelets.

"Oh you know, lots of pressure, silliness, exams, kids, 
acne, and stuff," Randy said.

"What about girl friends?" Carl asked.

"Naw... sports and stuff was my thing," Randy said 
without a beat. "But fuck, I'm glad to be out of there."

Carl enjoyed hearing Randy be relaxed enough to curse in 
front of him.

"Carl," Randy said. Carl was thrilled to hear the boy 
call him by name. "Were you and my mom, you know a 
thing?"

No, best friends. If I were into women though, I would 
have been lucky if she were my girl friend"

Carl realize what he had revealed and wondered if Carl 
had heard him.

"She's great. When they got divorced they fought like 
hell for me. But I was happy she won."

"Did you spend any time with your Dad?" Carl asked.

"Hell no, he took off and I never saw him again. He'd 
send a birthday card now and then... even stick in a 
couple of bucks, but that's it. Asshole," Randy muttered 
the last word... but it seemed he purposely said it loud 
enough for Carl to hear him.

"Did you know him?"

"I met him at your Christening," Carl said and made no 
further comment.

The omelets were great and Carl told Randy so.

"Mom made me learn to cook when I was a kid. She said it 
gave me independence and confidence."

"Did it," Carl asked not sure what Randy would say.

"I guess... I'm pretty independent," Randy looked at 
Carl. They looked at each other a fraction of a second 
but it seemed like minutes to Carl. He saw into the blue 
gray eyes of the boy and tried to read his mind, figure 
out if the boy knew about him.

"So what did your Mom tell you about me?" Carl decided 
to find out.

"She said you were best of friends, like sister and 
brother. That you helped her through the divorce. That 
you were always calling her and she you. She said she 
cried for hours when you moved to California."

Carl must have reacted because Randy realized he had 
told him something he didn't know.

"Oh I'm sorry, I thought you knew," Randy apologized.

"No problem, so what else?" Carl asked.

"She said you're gay," Randy looked at him, "are you?"

"Yeah."

The usual conversation followed with questions like, 
"when did you turn gay," and so on.

Carl, was used to answering such questions, and 
responded truthfully. Even if the boy was just curious, 
he knew that Sherrie wouldn't mind him hearing the truth.

"Cool," Randy said nodding. "Glad you came here, you're 
the only one here I can talk to."

The cars started arriving as they washed their dinner 
dishes.

"So what have you two been up to?" Sherrie asked as she 
entered with some second cousins with their kids running 
around them. One of the men was carrying a sleeping 
child.

"Well that's a good sign," Randy said to Carl.

Adults sighed, as their kids slowly were taken upstairs 
or left on their own.

One of two hours of adult time was their only rest.

Sherrie and Carl sat among them, talking about weather, 
work, stock market and Carl's envied home on the beach in 
California.

Randy had sat among them and quietly moved away kissing 
his mother goodnight. Carl said goodnight to him and 
Randy nodded.

"You did good honey, he's quite a boy," Carl said. He 
kissed Sherrie good night as she went upstairs later.

Carl moved to his bedroom and stripped down... 
stretching and after a hot shower stood watching the moon 
out the door.

There was some continual noises from next door. Carl 
knew the kids were excited about being with each other 
and sooner or later would fall asleep. Their laughter and 
noises wouldn't bother him, but he wondered how Randy was 
doing.

The knock at the door made Carl scurry for a pair of 
shorts.

He opened the door...nobody was there. The knock was 
heard again... it was at the door to the bathroom.

"Hi," Randy said. He was standing there in his jockey 
shorts.

"Come on in," Carl said.

He saw Randy lock the doors... both of them.

"Ready for bed?" Randy asked.

Carl watched as the boy pulled his jockey shorts off. He 
thought of asking Randy if he knew what he was doing or 
if he should urge the boy to go back to his own room with 
the noisy kids.

"Too noisy for you," he whispered. There seemed to be a 
reason to whisper now.

"Yeah," Randy said as he moved to the bed.

Carl got in the other side and pulled his shorts off 
once he was under the covers.

Randy reached over and put his arm across Carl's 
chest... pulling himself close enough to have their 
bodies touch shoulder to toe.

He lay there and sighed.

"You okay?" Carl whispered.

"Yeah, very okay," Randy propped himself up and moved to 
kiss Carl. It was a long and exploratory kiss.

Carl and Randy were both tired. They felt their 
erections against each other... cradled them in each 
other's hands but slept instead of satisfying their lust.

Thanksgiving was over before it started. Food, spilled 
wine, yard football games, unbuckled belts while the men 
watched more football on TV. Kids played and argued. 
Sherrie and the women somehow cleaned up the entire scene 
by the time it was bedtime again.

"You played a great game for an old guy," Randy said to 
Carl.

He had walked in among the kids to join their football 
game. The other men decided to join in and slowly left 
the game. It was a game of tag, but tackling inevitably 
happened. More then once Carl thrilled to encircle his 
arms around Randy puling him to the ground. And more then 
once he felt Randy's arms around him as well as others.

Randy stayed in his room that night. Carl masturbated 
thinking of the boy.

Friday morning came and Carl announced he'd like to stay 
the weekend.

Sherrie seemed thrilled although she reminded him that 
whoever was left from the group planned to spend Saturday 
in a nearby city returning Sunday afternoon.

Carl could have the place to himself she said.

Car trips exploring the local farms, historic areas, 
small town and railroad terminal took everyone's 
attention on Friday.

Carl slept alone again on Friday night. He began to 
wonder if Randy had been disappointed in their night 
together. He hoped to find time to talk privately to the 
boy but that opportunity didn't occur.

Saturday morning, Carl heard the noises and decided to 
stay in bed and ignore them all. He'd go downstairs to 
get his own breakfast after they had all gone.

Sherrie knocked on the door and asked if he'd be ok and 
Carl hid his nakedness behind the door but exposed 
himself enough to kiss her and say he'd be fine.

Carl stood beneath the hot shower... letting the spray 
massage his sore muscles from Thursday's football game 
and all the running around. He knew he'd enjoy the quiet.

"Hello?" Carl jumped at hearing the voice.

He stuck his head out to see Randy standing there.

"You didn't go with them?" he asked the obvious.

"Naw," Randy was removing his clothing, "Can I join you?"

They kissed and hugged under the hot water. They soaped 
each other's bodies... doing what they had both wanted to 
on Wednesday night... exploring and learning each other's 
bodies.

They toweled dry and almost ran laughing to the bed 
where they unleashed their lust in an animalistic rush to 
taste, lick, suck, finger and fuck.

"You fuck better then you play football," Randy said as 
he lay across the bed and Carl. Carl's fingers were 
stroking the boy's smooth body.

"Does your Mom know?" He asked.

"She's never asked or let on," Randy said.

"Will you tell her?" Carl asked.

"About this?" Randy said, "or about being gay?"

"Whichever," Carl said.

"If she asks."

They move together and slowly, kissed and pet until 
their lust and body parts arose. Randy was hard almost 
immediately and Carl was soon hard as well.

"Shit, it's 2 pm," Randy said, "I'm starving."

Carl grabbed the boys' red-haired head and pulled it to 
his crotch "Then eat"

The boy laughed but seemed to do what he was told as he 
licked, savored and sucked Carl until he was ejaculating 
again.

They stayed naked as they went to the kitchen, made a 
meal, to the living room to watch TV for hours.

The fireplace warmed them as they lay together wrapped 
in a comforter and watched some TV movie.

Back in bed they massaged, kissed and made love again 
and again until they literally fell asleep.

They would have Sunday morning together and then be 
interrupted by reality when the others returned.

"So you two have a nice weekend?" Sherrie asked, "What 
did you do?"

Randy spoke up as his Mom put her bag on the kitchen 
table "some one on one games."

Carl almost choked his laughter.

"You men ever do anything except play football and 
soccer?" she asked in a mock admonishment of them.

Carl responded this time "What else can we do?"

There was some innuendo jokes but the slow departure of 
the guest families began to take everyone's attention.

Carl and Sherrie went to the airport in the morning. 
Randy was nowhere to be seen.

"Oh he takes off when he can. I think he didn't want to 
see you go. He took a real liking to you" Sherrie said.

"Carl, when he goes to college, if he gets into one of 
those California schools, will you keep an eye on him for 
me?"

Carl assured her he would and repeated that she had done 
a good job raising the boy.

"So, I have to ask. And you have to promise me to tell 
the truth," Sherrie said as she pulled the car in front of 
the terminal.

"I promise," Carl said.

"Is he gay?" she asked.

"How would I know?" Carl asked.

"You forget, I know when you're lying," Sherries said.

"Well I think that's something you should discuss with 
him," Carl said.

"Ok then I'll ask you another question...and you have to 
answer me truthfully."

"Ok honey, ask," Carl said knowing what was about to be 
asked.

"Let's say that during your time at the house, did you 
have any physical encounters?"

"Yes I did," he answered looking at the girl that meant 
more to him then anyone he knew until recently.

"And was it wonderful?" she asked.

"Yes it was."

"Do you think it was a one time thing for you or them?"

"No I think me and 'them' had done it before and will do 
it again."

Sherrie looked away and cleared her throat.

"I've known for sometime... I hoped he'd find someone 
like you... and in fact I hoped it would be you," She 
said not looking at Carl.

"He's a great young man honey. Anyone would be lucky to 
have him in their life."

Sherrie looked at Carl and they kissed as always.

"I hope it's you," she said as Carl got out of the car.

They talked on the phone. Carl flew back to watch Randy 
receive his diploma and shared a night of skinny-dipping 
and sex with the boy once more. He took Randy for a 
weekend at a city about 50 miles from home for a 
celebration weekend. They stayed in a motel where only 
men were guests. Nude swimming and two nights of sex 
fulfilled that celebration.

The knock on Carl's door in August startled him. It was 
a very hot day and the air-conditioning wasn't working. 
Carl quickly grabbed a pair of shorts before answering 
the door.

There stood a half naked boy wearing shorts. He wore a 
backpack and a baseball cap on backwards.

"Hi," Randy said simply.

September he would enter UCLA as a freshman. And he 
wondered if he could hang around till then.

The two stripped to cool down and heat each other up at 
the same time.

In the darkness of the hot night, Randy spoke.

"I told mom," he said.

"I know," Carl had gotten the phone call after the 
conversation that Randy described.

"I knew she would, but I didn't tell her about us," he 
said.

"She knew," Carl, said, "Mothers always know."

"That's what she said. She said she knew the day I was 
born, you think that's possible?" Randy looked up in the 
dark towards the face of the man he loved.

"She knew about me before I told her too," Carl said.

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