Bill W

You Pass This Way But Once

Chapter 1
My Discovery

I'm on top of the world. In a couple of weeks I'll be returning to middle school, grades 6-8, only this time I won't be a lowly sixth grader, but a more respectable seventh grader. Additionally, in a few months time, on November 27th to be exact, I become a teenager and will be leaving my childhood behind. My parents have already informed me that, once I'm a teenager, I will be allowed a later bedtime, more relaxed curfews and greater opportunities to be on my own.

The unfortunate part is that they also told me that I'd have a greater responsibility in helping to care for my two younger brothers and little sister, as part of the same package. This is because I'm the oldest, so now I will be expected to do my part to ensure the smooth operation of the family as a whole. It looks as if along with the limited amount of sunshine that will be brought into my life, due to these new freedoms I'm going to enjoy, a little rain must also fall, which in this case amounts to the additional responsibilities. Oh well, I guess I'll survive.

I can't say that I've had it bad in any way, just the opposite. I've got great parents and they have good jobs, so we are a lot better off than many other families in the area. My father is a professor in the Education Department of the University of Wisconsin at Madison and my mother is a real estate agent. This 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 merely what we need.

Besides my family and material needs being met, I'm not doing too badly in the physical department either. For twelve-years old, I'm fairly descent looking, at least that's what my family, friends and a bunch of the girls from my school keep telling me. I am 5'1" [1.55 m] with a fairly muscular build, which is a direct result of playing sports and swimming. I also have ebony hair, which is cut short on the sides, with bangs that come down to my eyebrows in the front. It also hangs down to my shirt collar in the back, but it's as straight as an arrow.

In addition to those things, I've got dark brown eyes and perfect, white teeth – that are mostly due to efforts of my orthodontist. I've also got what appears to be a year around tan, which is the product of my ancestral DNA. Everyone says that my skin tone makes my smile seem so much more impressive, because the contrasting hues are eye catching. Although I still grumble about a few minor things, I really have all the ingredients for a very enjoyable life.

On the morning school was to start, I got up an hour before the alarm was set to go off, because I was so anxious to start my first day being one of the big dogs. I showered, dressed, ate breakfast and then waited for the rest of my family to get ready. My mother told me several times to sit down and relax, but I was just too excited. Eventually, she drove us to our destinations and dropped me off at my school last.

I gave her a quick kiss goodbye and then raced into the school, so I could look for my homeroom number on the list that was hanging on the bulletin board across from the guidance office. I found it and headed in the direction of the room where I'd get my class schedule. I was also looking forward to seeing some of my friends from last year again, but as it turned out, there were only two girls in my homeroom that I knew very well. This was not an encouraging start!

My first period class was mathematics, so I hurried off to the classroom, because I wanted to see who was in the class with me before the teacher began doing his or her thing. There were four or five other kids there that I knew vaguely from before, but none of my friends were in the class. Even though I'd been watching for their friendly faces, I hadn't spotted any of them in the halls between classes or anywhere else for that matter, so where were they? This was definitely not what I was expecting or hoping for. There was one particular boy in my math class that looked interesting, possibly even someone I could become friends with, so I made a mental note of this fact, just in case my friends weren'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 in there that I knew, but none of my good friends. Third period I had history, but none of my friends were in that class either. I did, however, see the same kid from my math class again, but he was the only one I really recognized. Fourth period was English and there was no one I knew in this class either. Ugggghhhhhh! What was going on here? Fifth period was lunch and, finally, I got to see some of my buddies.

I sat down to eat with them and discovered they had a lot of their classes together, so this just wasn't fair. Why did I have to be the one who was left out and wound up in a different section? I didn't waste the lunch hour worrying about it though. Instead, we laughed, joked around and compared the rest of our class schedules. Two of them were going to be in my last period class, the music/art alternating classes, but that was the only time I would get to see any of them, besides at lunch. Now, I was really bummed out, because when lunch period ended I had to leave them and go to study hall by myself.

I didn't even bother to look and see who was there this time, since I was too depressed and already knew my friends wouldn't be among them. The next period was science class and there was that same boy again. Maybe I should introduce myself and get to know him, because that way I'd have at least one friend in some of my classes. After science was the PE/Study Hall combination, but today was PE, so I headed for the gym as soon as the bell rang. That same 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 today. I'm Logan… Logan Nagorny."

"Hi, Logan. I'm Seth Eldred," he responded, while giving me a smile.

"Nice to meet you, Seth. So where are you headed?"

"I've got PE now so I've got to hurry, because I have to change for class," he replied, as he turned and started to walk down the hallway again.

"Really? Me too. That's got to be at least four classes we have together," I observed, as I walked beside him. "What do you have last period?"

He glanced quickly at his schedule while we continued walking. "Music," he answered.

"I do too," I confirmed. "Great, that's five classes together. What period do you eat lunch?"

"Fifth," he replied.

"All right, same here, so you'll have to join my friends and me tomorrow," I suggested. "We all eat fifth period, unless you already eat with someone else."

"No, I don't have anyone in particular that I eat with," he admitted, while flashing a tentative grin. "I'd like to join you, if you don't think your friends will mind."

"Not at all," I quickly assured him. "My friends never mind if others join our little group. The more the merrier."

We didn't have time to say more, because we'd reached the locker room and had to change quickly and get to the gym. When we got there, our PE teacher was ready to begin his first day introduction and lesson. You probably know the routine. 'Hi, I'm coach so and so and to do well in this class then you'll have to come prepared with the appropriate gym clothes, participate in whatever we're doing that day, improve your skills as the year goes by and shower once we're done. If you do those things, then you'll have no trouble with me or in attaining a passing grade.' Yadda, yadda, yadda.

The only difference with this introduction and the ones I'd heard in the past was the part about the shower, but I already knew that was coming after talking to my other friends at lunch. In sixth grade they 'recommended' showers, but didn't enforce them, so nobody took one. Maybe that's why it wasn't optional this year. It's no big deal, though, because we're all guys and have that same extra piece of flesh dangling between our legs, but you know what they say about that. If you've seen one, then you've seen them all, which may not be technically true. It didn't matter though, because we'd be taking showers after sports too, because I was planning on trying out for some of the modified teams during the school year. It was a fairly well known fact that the coaches demanded everyone shower after practices and games, so I might as well get used to it.

After his little spiel, the coach took us outside to run a mile around the track next, but it was basically just to see who was in shape and who would need extra work. There would be no time limit involved when completing this distance today, such as we would have later in the year, because the only thing he wanted to see was who could endure the mile distance and who could not. As we started out, Seth came up to run beside me, so we paced each other and ran shoulder to shoulder around the track. We were in the first ten to finish and didn't even push ourselves to do it. Once we were done, he and I sat around and talked, as we waited for the others in our class to complete the run.

During our chat, I discovered Seth had gone to one of the other elementary schools in the area through fifth grade and we'd been in different sections last year, which explained why we had never run into each other before. I also discovered we only lived a couple of miles away from each other, so it seemed as if we should have met at some point, but for some reason that didn't happen. We also didn't seem to associate with the same groups or hang out in the same places, so we'd just never run across each other prior to this.

As we got to know one another better, we didn't just talk about school either. We found out there were a lot of other things we had in common as well. We discovered we both liked to swim, play football, wrestle, golf and play baseball. We also liked many of the same video games, enjoyed the same types of music, including the same singers and groups, but we also spent a good portion our free time texting, tweeting and IMing our friends. With so much in common, we thought we might have been twins in a past life, because it seemed as if this was way too much to just be mere coincidence.

During our discussion, I came to the conclusion that we could become really good friends and maybe even start hanging out with each other outside of school too. If we did, it would make it much easier for us, since then we would have at least one friend in the classes we had together. These thoughts were suddenly interrupted, however, when the coach yelled for us to hustle into the locker room and change. We weren't required to shower today, since he just told us about that requirement and we didn't have towels with us, so we just wiped off the sweat with our gym shirts, changed and then headed to our next class.

Music was a riot. I introduced Seth to two of my other friends and we joked around throughout the entire period. The music teacher spoke to us a few times about settling down and even threatened to move us apart unless we complied. Reluctantly, we gave in and did as she asked, since we wanted to continue sitting together.

When the class ended, 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 forty other seventh and eighth graders there who wanted to play on the team too. This was going to make it tough to get picked for the squad, seeing Seth and I were both shorter and more slender than most of the other guys. He and I had talked about football earlier, at the end of PE class, and discovered we were both going to try out for running back and defensive back, so we had something else in common.

After the initial greeting by the coaches, we had to undergo our physical examinations and then we spent the rest of our time being issued our equipment and getting our playbooks. We were told which offensive plays to study for tomorrow, because we'd be held responsible for knowing the assignments for the positions we wanted to play. He said we'd have our first real practice then, so we'd better be prepared.

He dismissed us after that and we left to go home. My mom picked me up in front of the school and immediately asked how my first day had gone. I eagerly told her all about it, including what happened at football practice, with my classes and about meeting Seth. After hearing my description of Seth, she said he sounded like a nice boy and suggested I might want to invite him over sometime, so I agreed. After we arrived home, I went to my room to start my homework, while mom headed off to the kitchen so she could fix dinner.

My brothers and sister were outside playing when we first got there, because the girl next door had agreed to watch them until my mom got home, so at least they weren't in the house bugging me just yet. I went upstairs and finished my homework quickly, since there wasn't very much assigned for the first day, and then I went downstairs and watched some television, until my mom asked me to entertain the three little ones. I did that until my dad got home and then we ate dinner.

Dinnertime was family time at our house. The TV was turned off, no phone calls were either answered or made and no electronic devices were allowed at the table. As we ate, my dad asked us questions about our day and we'd discuss current events or talk about something interesting that had happened locally. It was one time during the day that my parents insisted we all be there and participate in what was going on, no matter how young we were.

As we were getting older, having this family dinnertime was becoming more and more difficult, because of practices, games, school events and scout meetings. No matter what else was going on though, we still 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, as well as having an 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 got on my laptop, which was my Christmas present last year. I surfed the web for a while, before I checked my email and went on Facebook, to see what was going on. Nothing much of interest was happening there, so I logged off and started to study my playbook. I had to memorize each of the running backs' assignments for the plays we were told to learn, since I didn't know which position the coach might use me. This took me quite a while and I was pretty tired when I finished, so I decided to turn in for the night.

As I lay there, I started thinking about football and wondering if I was going to make the team, when out of nowhere Seth entered my thoughts. When this happened, I decided I was definitely going to get to know him better. Why not? We had a great deal in common, got along really well and it didn't hurt that he was also good-looking, so it just seemed to make sense.

Seth was 5'1" [1.55 m], like me, but he had light brown, curly hair that swept across his forehead, covered his ears and hung below his shirt collar in the back. He had hazel eyes, a slender build and smaller waist than I did, which meant he probably weighed a little less than me too. Some of his muscles also looked more developed than mine, like his pecs, which I got to see when we changed in the locker room, but I'd be able to tell more about this after I saw him in the shower. He also had a cute face for a guy, or so I guessed, and he rarely showed his teeth when he smiled.

Wow! It was really unusual for me to be thinking about another boy this way. I'd never done it before with any of my other friends, so why now? Maybe it was because he was new and I'd known the others for much longer, but he also ended up being what I was thinking about when I fell asleep.

The next morning, I woke up early again, but not quite as early as previous day. I was showered, dressed, fed and ready well ahead of schedule, but I wasn't pacing around like I'd been doing on the first day. I guess it was because there was no uncertainty about what I would be facing today, although images of Seth kept popping into my mind at the strangest times.

The school day went by quite quickly, but the lunch hour was the most fun, because Seth got to meet the rest of my friends and we all got along really well. There was no PE class today either, because odd days were study hall, so we studied our playbooks until the bell rang, because we didn't want to mess up at practice. After that, I walked with my friends to the locker room, so we could change for practice.

Seth had the locker right next to mine, so as we hurriedly began to strip down, I glanced over to check him out. I was right. Seth had a very well developed chest and extremely muscular legs. His arms were pretty good too, but not as well developed as his chest and legs. As he dropped his briefs and prepared to put on his jock strap, I got a chance to see his cock. I'd say it was about three inches [7 cm] long when soft, but it was on the slender side and circumcised. He only had a couple of stray hairs at the base of his penis, but for some reason I wasn't able to pry my eyes away from it. I don't know why, but I couldn't stop staring at his beautiful boy meat.

Fortunately, I had already slipped my jock on over my own dick, which was slightly longer than Seth's, also circumcised and had more pubic hair, but it proved to be a good thing. Since I couldn't seem to stop staring at Seth's dick, I popped a boner and my jock helped to hide my current predicament. I'd never had anything like this happen before, like tenting up while looking at another guy, so I wasn't sure why it had happened now.

I forced myself to quit looking in his direction and threw the rest of my gear on as quickly as I could. As soon as we were both ready, we went out to the practice field together, did the warm up exercises and then the coach put in the same group for drills, since we were both trying out for the same positions. During practice, we showed that we were both fast, although Seth was a little faster than me, and the coach liked the way we effortlessly cut up field just as soon as the holes opened up. By the end of practice, Seth was told to concentrate on the tailback position and I'd been advised to memorize the fullback duties. As I'd hoped, it now appeared as if we might have a chance to be in the backfield together, but it was still too early to tell if it would be on the first or second string.

After practice, we walked to the locker room talking about the possibility of being in the backfield at the same time and thought it would be neat to be playing together and blocking for each other. Once inside, we took off our gear and hit the showers, which meant Seth and I ended up going into the shower room together too. We stood under two adjoining showerheads and I slipped up and glanced over at Seth's penis again. When I did, I immediately started to get hard again. Oh my god! This was sooo embarrassing.

I knew I couldn't let any of the other guys see me like this or they might start rumors about me being gay and I knew I just wouldn't be able to handle that. For this reason, I turned away from Seth and the others, but continued to talk to him over my shoulder, while at the same time trying to think of something to get my cock to deflate. I ended up thinking about my pre-algebra homework and, zap, it went right down. Thank god, but now I had to remember not to look over at Seth's boyhood again.

We finished our showers, dried off and then went back to our lockers to get dressed. Before we left, however, Seth wanted to exchange phone numbers, in case we wanted to get in touch with each other some evening or on the weekend. I ripped a page from my assignment book, tore it in half and wrote my phone number on one of the pieces. I then gave the other half of the paper to Seth, so he could jot down his number for me. Once we'd 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 penis, my own would spring to life. What was happening to me? Was I gay or something? I'd never thought I was, so why did I keep getting erections when I thought about him and why did I want to see him naked so badly? Maybe after I'd seen him without any clothes on a few more times then this wouldn't happen any longer, at least I hoped not.

Maybe this was happening because he's a new friend and I was fascinated by his appearance, although this still didn't explain why I was constantly feeling this way and boning up so easily. I'd never had such a strong desire to see any of my other friends naked and I'd never popped a rod when I happened to see their cocks, so why was Seth affecting me like this? I couldn't find any easy answers to my questions, so I went to bed. During the night, visions of Seth kept filtering into my dreams. No matter what the dream was about, he was always playing a big part in it.

When I awoke the next morning, I wasn't quite refreshed, but I got ready for school anyway. Today, we would have both PE and football practice, so I'd get to see him undressing, dressing and in the showers twice today, although I'd have to remember not to look in his direction when he was totally naked. It was ok to do it when he was clothed or only partially undressed, but most definitely not when he was nude. I would just have to pay attention to this warning at all times, especially whenever Seth was changing or showering.

The day went by fairly quickly again and Seth managed to sit next to me in every class we had together. Even in the class where we had assigned seats, he somehow convinced the teacher that he needed to sit by me, after telling him something about me helping him cope with a learning disability. I'm not exactly sure what was said or how he described his phantom condition, but it worked.

Lunch was really fun too, because the whole group ate quickly and then we went outside to throw a small Nerf football around. One of my friends had placed it in his backpack that morning, because he hoped we'd get a chance to use it at some point during the day. It was fun and it made the rest of the lunch hour pass by very quickly.

As I made my way to PE class later, I kept constantly reminding myself to keep my eyes staring straight ahead. I was nearly in my gym clothes when Seth asked me a question, so thinking he was probably dressed at this point, I turned in his direction to answer him. When I did, I noticed he was still completely naked, so as soon as I saw his penis, my old faithful sprung to attention in a matter of milliseconds. After that happened, I couldn't even remember what his question was or whether I even answered him, but I do recall Seth getting a strange look on his face at that point. I hoped this was merely due to his annoyance with my lack of attention, poor answer or a failure to respond at all. No matter what else happened, I definitely prayed he had missed seeing my little friend's acrobatics, as it did jumping jacks in my shorts.

We went outside for class and suffered through a lesson on soccer, but the last half of the period was devoted to a pick up game. Seth and I played on opposite teams and guarded each other. There was a lot of body contact when we did this, even though soccer was supposed to be a non-contact sport, but obviously not for us. After class, we went into the locker room again, undressed and headed for the showers. I held back for a brief time after Seth left to clean up, because I wanted to give him some time alone. I did this hoping he would be mostly finished before I entered the shower area and then I wouldn't be in there with him for very long.

When I finally got there, Seth asked what took me so long, so I made up a really lame excuse and told him that a bunch of stuff had fallen out of my pants pockets when I took them out of the locker, so I had to stop and pick everything up before I joined him. He seemed to accept this excuse, so my cover was secure. I was looking at his face while I was answering him, so I don't know why it happened, but my cock still rose steadily until it was pointing at the wall. How incredibly embarrassing! This time, I think Seth noticed it before I had a chance to turn away, but I prayed he wasn't going to say anything about it. If he did, then I didn't know how I'd ever be able to live it down.

Thankfully, the shower and the class were over, so we hustled to our last class together. Today was art and we spent the entire period doing this dumb still life picture of a pitcher, a bowl and some wax fruit. I was never very good at drawing, so this didn't interest me at all, but we both lasted out the period before going to football practice. Try as I might, I just couldn't resist looking over at Seth as he changed, but I was smart enough not to do it until I was partially dressed. Seth always seemed to remain naked longer than I did, although I'm not sure why, but it worked out to my advantage, since I could gawk at him after my cock had been packed away.

Practice went really well and Seth and I were constantly placed in the same backfield combination for drills and scrimmages. I think the coach liked the way we worked together and wanted to encourage this relationship. Later, while we were running a power sweep, with Seth carrying the football, I leveled the defensive end and sprung Seth free. The coach went crazy and told everyone that was how to play football and block. He also told them he didn't want to see any more of the 'pansy crap' blocking that everyone else had been doing and suggested they watch and learn from me. Yep, it was definitely looking more and more like Seth and I might be in the starting backfield.

When practice ended, the coach asked Seth and I to stay behind, because he wanted to talk to us. We waited until everyone else had picked up the equipment and put it away, 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. "We only met this week when school started."

"You're kidding me, because you two act as if you've played together all of your life. It usually takes months, maybe even years, before guys instinctively know which way the other one is going to move or cut, but you two are naturals together. It looks like you move as a single unit out there, but you seem to think as one as well and do a great job protecting each other's butt. You both threw some pretty nasty blocks today, the kind the junior varsity and varsity coaches would die to have their team make. I would even venture to say, barring any unforeseen circumstances, that 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 very big."

"Heck, there's a lot more to this game than just size," the coach responded. "You two have speed and quickness, which I prefer, because I'd rather run past and out quick teams, rather than just overpower them. I've either had or seen smaller, quicker teams slaughter opponents that were much bigger, but that's because the other team was also a lot slower too. Even though you're a tad small for your age, you have guts and can dish out hits, as well as take them. No sir, I don't see anyone on this squad who could beat you two out for those spots, 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."

Seth and I then went to the locker room, floating on cloud nine, since the coach had stroked our egos so magnificently. It looked as if we were both going to be two-way starters, so we sat down on the bench and began to take off our gear, as our minds relished this possibility.

By the time we got to the showers, everyone else was done and gone, which took care of some of my worries. Seth and I talked about what the coach had said and realized there was a whole lot more to our similarities than just playing football so well together. There was the way we thought, spoke and acted too. We could almost finish each other's sentences and seemed to be able read each other's thoughts, even though we had only known one another for less than a week. Maybe we had actually shared a past life together, if there was such a thing.

I guess I was just too excited to sprout wood today, because I remained soft, but I was becoming more and more aware that I was definitely attracted to Seth. It was difficult to explain, but I thought about Seth constantly, not just when we were together, and I also found myself both physically and sexually attracted to him.

Oh god, please don't let this be happening! This just can't be! I can't be attracted to another male. No, this just isn't possible! It's not right. That would mean… well… that… I'm… you know… that I'm gay. Damn!

That night at home I wasn't very talkative, because all I could think about was my reaction to Seth. Could I truly be gay? What would I do if I were? All sorts of other questions kept popping into my mind as well, so I decided I'd just have to get my dad alone and ask him some questions. I know what you're thinking. How could I talk to him about something like this? Well, my dad's really cool and very easy to talk to. He doesn't overreact about most things and is generally very thoughtful, insightful and supportive in conversations of this nature. He had already given me my pre-puberty sex talk and it was then that I became comfortable asking him questions about sex, although none of those questions were about being gay. I was sure he would handle this the same way and, besides, whom else could I trust enough to talk to them about this problem?

I went downstairs to find him and he was sitting in the living room reading the evening newspaper. Slowly, I approached his chair and spoke.

"Dad, I need to talk to you," I said, succinctly.

"Fine, have a seat then," he offered, while pointing toward the ottoman.

"No, Dad. I need to talk to you in private," I pointed out. "Can we go up to my room?"

"I'm not sure what needs to be kept so secret, but all right," he agreed, so we ascended the stairs to my bedroom.

"So what the big secret, tiger?" he wondered, once I'd shut the door behind us.

"Dad, I've got a big problem and I need your help," I began.

"So what's this big problem?" he asked, while looking at me and wondering what could be wrong.

"Dad, it's… well… it's just… oh, Dad. I don't know how to say this," I rambled, totally confused and embarrassed.

"Why don't you just try to say it straight out and don't hesitate," he suggested, while trying to get me to relax

"Dad, I think I'm gay. There I've said it," I informed him, as I immediately lowered my face and looked at the floor.

"So what makes you think you're gay?" he countered, although he didn't seem to hesitate or act surprised.

"I'm really attracted to this new boy at school and I get… you know… all messed up when I see him," I explained, although not very clearly.

"I'm not sure what you're trying to tell me," my dad stated, and when I looked up again, he appeared confused.

"It's like this, Dad. My dick gets really hard when I see him without his clothes on and I think about him like that all of the time," I offered. "I'm obsessed with him and his naked body."

"That doesn't mean you're gay," he countered, while looking at me sympathetically. "It just means that you're a young man who has reached puberty and is beginning to get excited about sexual things."

"No, Dad. I wish it was as simple as that, but I know that I'm gay," I replied. "I just can't get Seth out of my mind. Heck, I even dream about doing things with him and last night I stayed hard most of evening and even had a wet dream because of him."

"Maybe you're bisexual then and are attracted to both sexes," he offered. "This does have to mean you're gay."

"I don't think so, Dad," I countered. "I never think about girls this way and don't get all excited when I see their naked bodies. The only time this has ever happened is with Seth."

"Well, what would be the big deal if you were gay?" my dad reasoned.

"Be real, Dad. Do you know what the other guys would do to me if they found out I was a homo?" I responded, hoping he could see and understand my predicament.

"Do you really care what the other boys think, say or act?" he wondered.

"Are you kidding? YES I care," I answered, not really believing he'd even asked this. "They'll be calling me names, making jokes about me, whispering things to each other and some of them might even want to beat me up because of it."

"Logan, if you are gay, then there is nothing you can do to change that fact," he offered. "You'll just have to accept it and do the best you can. You are what you are, so you're going to have to learn how to deal with those other boys the best way you can."

"But, Dad. You don't understand. I don't WANT to be gay," I confessed, while trying to make him understand.

"Logan, how can I put this so you'll understand? If you are gay, then I know of no proven therapy or procedure that would be able to alter this fact," he confirmed, although it wasn't what I wanted to hear. "If you're bisexual, however, then you might be able to repress your gay feelings, but if you're truly gay, well, I don't see any way around it, except unless you decide to remain celibate."

"What's that?" I demanded, while hoping this was the answer I was seeking.

"That means you would choose to stay away from sex all together," he replied. "That way, you won't be gay, you won't be bisexual and you won't be straight, because you won't be having sex at all."

"That's my only choice?" I shouted, since I didn't like how this sounded.

"Yes. That's it, at least it's the only thing that I know of," he confirmed.

"But that's not fair," I whined, feeling defeated.

"Maybe it isn't, but life is definitely not fair," he offered, as sympathetically, yet as firmly as he could.

"Why not?" I wanted to know.

"It just isn't," he answered. "If life was fair, then we wouldn't have rich people or poor people and just have people who were financially comfortable. No one would be hungry or homeless and no one would be lonely or unloved. Good people wouldn't die young and there wouldn't be any children being abused or taken advantage of. Seeing there are people who suffer from these problems, then I think it's reasonable to conclude that life isn't fair."

"But how does that help me?" I wondered. "I only have one problem and it's just that I don't want to be gay."

"Look son. Sometimes life just deals you a bum hand," he told me. "If this is the worst thing that ever happens to you, then you should count yourself among the fortunate few, because you have your health, your family and you are loved. Being gay isn't life threatening, well not in and of its self, so if life gives you lemons, then you have to learn how to make lemonade. In your case, that means if you're gay, then you'll have to learn to do the best with it that you can. You will have to find a way to make yourself happy, while at the same time keeping it from doing you any harm."

"Wouldn't it just be easier for me to pretend that I'm straight then?" I wondered.

"Logan don't take this the wrong way, but this situation brings to mind an old expression one of my coaches used to tell us. 'You can't make chicken salad out of chicken shit.' What this means is that you can't just make what you want, unless you have the correct ingredients. In your case, this means you can't merely hope or pretend to be straight, if you don't have the appropriate feelings or attractions. In other words, you can't make love to a girl or a woman if you don't enjoy seeing their naked bodies and your penis doesn't become erect from this arousal. That would be like trying to use a cooked piece of spaghetti to unlock a door."

"Then what am I going to do?" I demanded.

"Have you thought about talking to this boy, ah… what's his name, about how you feel?"

"His name is Seth and NO I can't talk to him about it," I replied, adamantly.

"Why not?" he wanted to know.

"What if he's not gay?" I reasoned. "If he isn't, then he'll hate me and tell everyone else about me. I'd not only lose him as a friend, but I'd probably lose all of my other friends as well."

"If you don't tell him, then you'll never have the chance to find out if you could be friends or even lovers," my dad countered. "Life is all about taking chances and sometimes you have to take a risk to get what you want."

"And sometimes you take a chance like that and lose," I pointed out.

"That's true, but you'll never find out if either one will come to pass unless you take that chance," he offered. "Logan, I think you know the old saying, 'nothing ventured, nothing gained,' which means something very similar to another expression I've told you before. 'You pass this way but once.' This means you only get one life and one chance to live it. No matter what you do, you won't be able to go back in time later, so you can relive a moment in your life over again.

"Let me explain it this way," he continued. "Whatever chances you have today, once you make your decisions as to whether you are going to act on those opportunities or not, then you'll probably discover that similar opportunities may never present themselves to you again. In other words, what you decide today will affect all of your tomorrows, so I want you to think about this carefully. No matter what you decide to do about this now, it will most likely set the course for the rest of your life. Even inaction is a choice that can effect how the remainder of your life will go."

"Dad, I'm not old enough to make this decision, so I need your help," I whined. "So PLEASE help me."

"I can only point out your possible choices, but then you'll have to make the decision for yourself," he told me. "I have to live with the results of the choices that I make for myself, and I'm fine with that, but the same will apply in your case too. You shouldn't be saddled with regrets from the results of decisions that others might attempt to make for you, no matter how well intentioned they are."

"Ok, then what are my choices?" I asked, since I'd resigned myself to the fact that I had no other options.

"Good. I'm glad to see you're ready to address this problem," he stated. "As I see things, you have four possibilities. First, you can pretend the problem doesn't exist, which means you won't tell Seth how you feel, so you'll never discover how he feels about you. By doing this, you'll never have the opportunity to gain a lover or lose a friend, because you'll merely be hiding your feelings and not acting upon your desires.

"The second choice would be that you tell Seth how you feel and he rejects your sexual advance. Although he doesn't want to be your lover, he still is willing to be your friend. He says nothing to anyone else and no one ever finds out that you're gay, at least not from him.

"The third choice would be that you tell Seth how you feel and he rejects you completely. This time you'd know there was no future for the two of you, but you'd also have to deal with the rejection, the loss of a friend or friends and the possibility of ridicule, physical abuse or worse.

"The final choice would be that you tell Seth how you feel and then discover that he feels the same way about you. You might become lovers and stay together for a long time or you may just merely enjoy a brief, but intense fling. That is how I see your options and I can't imagine any others. The rest will be up to you and you'll have to decide which option you wish to select and then wait to see which outcome it follows.

"To sum up your choices: you can do absolutely nothing, you can approach Seth and be rejected without any additional repercussions, you can approach Seth and be rejected with severe consequences or you can approach Seth and discover he feels the same way about you."

"I don't know dad. I'm still not sure what to do," I admitted. "What would you do if you were me?"

"Logan, if this decision were mine I'd talk to Seth and let the chips fall where they may, but this is your choice, not mine."

"But where would I tell him? I certainly couldn't do this at school," I moaned.

"Why don't you invite him here for the weekend and then you'll have all the time you need to discuss this with him," my dad suggested.

"Yeah, that would be great," I concurred. "So you wouldn't mind if I asked him to stay over then."

"No, not at all and I'll fill your mother in about what's going on," he confirmed. "Be brave Logan. I know this was a tough decision, but it's going to be even tougher to see it through. Keep up your courage and follow your heart. If it's meant to be, then it will happen. If not, you've lost nothing except the uncertainty of what the future might hold."

"Dad, I really want to do this, but I'm still scared that Seth will end up hating me," I confessed. "So how do you think I should tell him?"

"You could tell him just like you told me," he offered.

"No, that's too… well it's too… direct," I reasoned. "I can't just say 'hey, Seth, guess what? I'm gay and I like you a lot. Would you be interested in having sex with me?' Can I?"

"Well that might be a bit too forceful and direct, but maybe you could see if he might want to do something minor with you," he replied.

"Like what?" I asked, because I had no idea what he was getting at.

"If I remember correctly, boys your age sometimes masturbate together, as sort of a learning experience," he stated. "Maybe you could ask him if he'd like to try doing something like that?"

"You think I should ask him if he wants me to jerk him off?" I countered, unsure.

"Not exactly," he responded. "You could ask him if he does it, and when he says he does, then ask him if he wants to do it at the same time. You each do it to yourself, but at the same time, so each of you can see what the other is doing. After you've started, then you might ask him if he wants to do you or if you could do him and see what he says then."

"But what if he says no?" I wondered, still not exactly sure how this might work out.

"Then you'll know that he's not interested in participating in that sort of activity, but don't just listen to his words though," my father continued. "Watch his face closely, so you can study his expressions, but also watch how he holds his body and how it reacts to pick up other clues. He might say one thing, but mean another and you might be able to tell this by looking at his facial expressions and studying his body language, to see if he really means what he says or if he is just saying this because he is fearful about how you might react."

"Dad, I'm not sure I'll be able to handle it if he turns me down," I admitted. "I mean he's all I think about. He's the only one that I care for in this way, because I've never had these feelings about anyone else before, just him."

"I know, Logan. First loves can prove to be either very painful or a very joyous experience," my dad commiserated. "Your insides get all tied up in knots, you have trouble breathing and you can't think about anything else. Your heart is always racing, you're constantly sweating and your little buddy is always rock hard. It's a real tough time as you're going through adolescence, but just remember that you're going to fall in love many times during your lifetime. Some of these loves will work out, at least for a short time, and others won't."

"But I don't want to lose him," I whined.

"If this one doesn't become what you want it to be, then just remember there will be others that will," my dad added. "You'll just have to be patient and take things as they come. You can't force a relationship that isn't meant to be, because if you do, then it will only fall apart later. Talk to him honestly, go with your gut instincts and follow your heart, but don't try to make something happen if there is nothing there."

"I think I understand what you're saying, Dad, so I hope that I can do what you've told me," I concurred. "Thanks. I'm really glad you're my dad, because I've heard other guys talk about their fathers and most say they can't talk to them about things like this. I'm not sure what I would do if I didn't have you to rely on. Thanks again, Dad. You know that I love you."

"Yes, Logan, I know and I hope this works out the way you want it to," he stated.

"So do I, dad. So do I," I agreed.

I stayed in my room after my dad left and thought about Seth some more. I went over in my mind exactly what I was going to say, how I was going to do it and then I considered the various ways he might react. I fell asleep with all of these thoughts still racing through my mind.

Thursday morning, I got ready for school, but I was extremely nervous just thinking about how I was going to ask Seth to stay over. If I'm this nervous just thinking about asking him such a simple question, then I don't know if I'll ever be able to ask him about the other stuff. Man, I'm already shaking and I haven't even seen Seth yet. What the hell is going to happen when we're face to face? Dad drove me to school today, instead of Mom, and he wished me luck when I got out of the car. I thanked him again and then went off to face my destiny.

I saw Seth in our first period class and he was all cheerful and full of smiles. I wanted to ask him then, but there were just too many other people around, so I waited. I saw him again in third period and then again at lunch, but all of our other friends kept butting in and wouldn't let us talk or be alone. Then, I had an opportunity in seventh period, but it passed by before I worked up the courage to say anything. Eighth period study hall also went by and now we were in our last period art class. Even though I kept looking for a chance to say something, there was no opportunity during this class either, so I grabbed his arm when the period ended and kept him behind in the classroom.

"What's up, Logan?" he asked, with a look of surprise on his face.

"I just wanted to talk to you alone for a minute," I began. "How would you like to come over to my house tomorrow and spend the weekend?"

"I probably could come for tomorrow night and Saturday," he replied, "but I'd have to go home on Sunday. We already have family plans."

"That's ok with me, if you want to come over?" I agreed, while letting out an inaudible sigh of relief.

"Yeah, that sounds great," he confirmed.

"Good. Then check with your parents tonight and give me a call at home later, so you can let me know for sure," I suggested. "If you can stay over, then bring your things with you to school tomorrow, so you'll have everything you need when one of my parents picks us up after practice."

"Sounds like a plan," he said, while flashing me a huge grin.

Now that this was settled, we left the classroom and went to practice. We both looked really good during the drills and then we headed back inside to shower. I was going to stay behind and wait until Seth had a chance to shower first, before I went in to join him, but he wasn't about to leave me behind this time.

"Come on, slowpoke," he urged. "What's the problem?"

"I'm just a little tired and sore," I offered, lamely. "I'm not moving quite as quickly as I normally do."

"I don't know what the problem is, but you've been moving slow a lot lately," he countered and then paused. "Well, let's get going, because I don't want to stand here like this all night."

He would have to say that, because it made me look up to see his lithe, naked torso standing right in front of me. I immediately began to pop another rod, so I threw the towel over my lap to cover it up. I just hoped Seth hadn't noticed my predicament. I had been lucky before, but I was beginning to wonder how long my good fortune was going to hold out.

"You know," Seth began, "you really ought to do something about that thing."

Oh, god. He had noticed it, so I was caught. I must have turned beat red, because I felt my face and ears start to burn from the embarrassment.

"Hey," Seth continued. "You don't have to get so uptight about it. It happens to all of us. I just thought it was nice that it keeps happening when I'm around."

Oh, damn! He knows. What the hell am I going to do now? How is he going to react to me now that he knows I'm getting boners because of him? Oh, god. I'm going to die.

"Come on," he urged. "If you let the water run a little colder in the shower, then it will help you get rid of that thing. You don't have to be embarrassed around me though. I don't mind that it happened. You're my friend and shit like that doesn't bother me, so put it in gear and let's get cleaned up, because I want to get the hell out of here.

I was happy that the school day flew by on Friday, because I knew it wouldn't be much longer before I got Seth to my house, so I could make my move. After football practice, I talked him into staying behind and helping the coach pick up and put away the equipment, so we'd be alone when we got to the showers. It worked out perfectly, so we stripped off our practice gear and hit the showers. I was admiring Seth's sexy body when, bingo, up popped the devil again. Well I guess I could call it that. This time, however, I didn't try to hide it.

"I think your little buddy wants to play," Seth said with a little chuckle.

"Yeah, but he'll have to wait until we get home," I responded. "I don't think I should take a chance doing it here."

"Good thinking," Seth agreed. "It would be kind of risky here, you know, because someone might walk in on you."

We finished our showers, got dressed and went outside to meet our ride. It was my dad who was picking us up, so I introduced him to Seth. Dad greeted him jovially and said he was happy that Seth was coming to spend a little time at our house. Then, he flashed me a devilish grin and gave me a wink, which let me know that he thought I had made a good choice. I don't know why, but that made me feel good about what I was about to do… well I mean attempt to do. When we got home, I took Seth up to my room, so he could store his things for the evening, but I closed the door behind us after we'd walked in.

"I guess I'd better give my friend a quick workout or he's going to drive me crazy at dinner," I joked. "Do you want to join me? I'm sure your little friend wouldn't mind some exercise either."

Seth thought about it for a few seconds before he responded.

"You're probably right," he confirmed. "I guess I could use some relief too."

Once he said that, I didn't wait. I started taking off my clothes and Seth looked at me momentarily and then followed suit. Soon, we had our shirts, pants, shoes and underwear off and we sat on my bed with just our socks on our feet.

"Did you ever do this with anyone else before," I asked out of curiosity.

"No, I've thought about it, but never actually had anybody else I really wanted to do it with. How about you?"

"No, this is my first time too," I confessed, as I looked him in the eye while trying to decide whether I should make my next offer. "You can do mine, if you want to, and then I'll do yours."

Seth thought about this for a few seconds before he answered.

"Yeah, I could do that," he agreed. "I've never touched anyone else's dick before, but who knows, it might be fun."

Slowly, he reached over and tentatively touched my stiff penis, which twitched as soon as his fingers brushed its rigid exterior. Then, he let his fingertips run up and down all 4.25" [10.8 cm] of my cut cock and I thought I was going to shoot right there, just knowing he was doing it. Slowly, he wrapped his fingers around my small pole and began to slowly jerk me off. I merely laid back, closed my eyes and enjoyed the pleasurable sensations that swept through my body. I could hear myself panting, since I wasn't able to breath normally any longer, and the muscles in my body began to tense up, as I neared my orgasm. He kept running his fist up and down my rigid member, stimulating me beyond belief, until I couldn't hold back any longer. I arched my body and made a series of grunting noises, before a few drops of liquid came shooting out of the tip. It was actually the first wet climax I'd ever had. By the time my eyes could focus, I saw Seth looking at me and smiling.

"Well, how was it?" he wanted to know.

"It was fantastic. Much better than when I do it to myself," I confirmed, as I looked down and saw the droplets. "I've never done that before, so it was really great. Thanks, Seth, you're a real pal."

"Hey, you still have to do the same for me too," he stated, since he was fearful I'd forgotten that I was going to reciprocate.

"I know and I will," I assured him. "Can you shoot?"

"No, I haven't yet," he confessed.

"Well tonight was my first time, so maybe it will be yours too," I offered.

He smiled and we quickly switched places, which meant I was finally going to be able to touch Seth's boy meat. I reached out to grab his 3.5 incher [9 cm] and I think it was me, not Seth, that gasped when I reached out and wrapped my fingers around his little circumcised trooper. It felt so warm and I could actually feel his heartbeat, as it pumped his blood into that tiny, adorable organ. I fingered the soft skin that made up the exterior of his firm pole and then allowed my digits caress the spongy knob at the end. My hand was actually trembling, as I let it slide down and explore his nut sac for a short time, before I began rolling his little nuggets around in my fingers.

Seth seemed to be really enjoying my exploration, because he was moaning and writhing on the bed under my gentle probing. After I played with his testicles for a short time, I brought my hand back up to grasp his main vein again and felt his body shudder, as I let my fingers wrap securely around it. I then started to let my hand slide up and down his stiff pecker, which caused all sorts of little noises to begin emanating from his throat.

Seth was suddenly breathing harder than before, as he slowly approached his release and enjoyed experiencing his first encounter with another person's hand. Seth was too excited to last very long, so he closed his eyes and threw his head back, as I noticed his breathing becoming raspy. Shortly after that, I felt his entire body shudder, but unlike me, he experienced a totally dry release, although it appeared to be just as rewarding. After stroking him a little longer, I waited until he'd recovered, before I asked him how it felt.

"Well how was it?" I wanted to know.

"It was great," he hissed, but then his voice trailed off. "I didn't shoot though, did I?"

There was a twinge of disappointment that I could hear in his voice as he said those words, so I think he had been hoping. Unfortunately, it just didn't happen.

"Not this time but I'm sure it will happen soon though." I assured him.

I said this hoping to ease his feelings of inadequacy, but my words didn't seem to help him very much. I wished I could have said or done more to help out, but I couldn't think of a thing.

"It's OK, Logan. It's just that all the guys our age talk about how they can shoot and I still can't," he confessed. "I guess I must be the last one."

"Hey, tonight was my first time doing it, so I'm sure there must be others that haven't done it yet either," I stated. "A lot of the other guys talk about stuff, but I think they're mostly lying and just trying to make themselves look and feel better. I think there's probably a lot more words than cum that gets spread around their rooms."

Seth giggled. "Yeah, maybe your right," he agreed. "Maybe I'm not the only one who can't shoot yet. Thanks, Logan. You made me feel better about it."

"Seth, you don't have anything to feel bad about," I told him. "Damn, you're really good looking, you've got a nice body, even though you're short like me, you're a good athlete and you're one hell of a nice guy. You can't let a little thing like not being able to cream your jeans yet bring you down, especially when you've got all those other things to be proud of."

"I guess I was acting a little silly, wasn't I?" he asked, although I figured his question was rhetorical. "That's why I need a friend like you around, because I need someone who will tell me when I start acting stupid."

"Not stupid," I countered. "Maybe insecure would be a better word for it."

"Better for whom?" Seth teased and we both laughed.

I'm not sure if I'm cool about being gay or not, but I sure liked being with Seth. I enjoyed looking at Seth's equipment and touching his naked body, so I guess my dad was right. We do need to take some chances. If something is good enough to want, then it's also good enough to take a chance to try to get it, but Seth's voice brought me back to the present.

"You know, Logan, I've been wanting to do something like this with you since that first day you got hard in the locker room after PE class," he admitted, but then he paused, as I realized that I hadn't gotten away with as much as I thought I had. "Logan, I want you to be honest with me," he continued. "Did you get that way, I mean… you know, all hard, because of me?"

I stuttered for a few seconds before I was able to answer him.

"Ummm, well… yeah, I guess I did," I confirmed. "I thought you were really hot, even though I'd never thought another guy was hot before, but I sure thought that about you. There's just something about you that makes me all queasy inside, but I still don't know exactly what it is. For some reason though, I just couldn't take my eyes off of you, especially your cock."

"I was right then. I thought you kept looking over at me, but I wasn't positive if that's what you were doing," he added, but neither of us said anything else for a few seconds. "Did you notice that I was looking at you too? I was, you know. I wanted to see your body just as much as you wanted to see mine."

"I guess I was too busy looking at your dick to notice you looking at me," I joked, but I enjoyed the cute, little grin he flashed me when I said that. "Seth, do you think that you're gay?"

"I didn't until today, but after doing this with you, I'm pretty sure I could never get the same kind of enjoyment from a girl," he replied. "I like looking at them, but they don't get me hard or anything, even when I look at naked pictures of women. What about you?"

"Same thing here. I don't want to be gay, but I don't think I can deny it any longer," I confirmed, and then neither of us said anything for a few minutes. "Seth, I'm scared. I'm afraid that if any of the other guys find out I'm gay that all kinds of bad things are going to happen."

"Don't look at me," he responded. "I'm not going to tell anyone, because I'm kinda scared too. I've heard how other guys talk about queers, fags and homos, so I don't want to be included in that group. They say awful things about them and do rotten things to them too, if they get the chance. I like you, Logan, and I wouldn't mind being close and doing these kinds of things with you in private, but I know that I'd stop in a heartbeat, if I thought someone else might find out. I'd rather have no sex at all then have people calling me gay or queer, along with having them be mean to me."

"My dad calls that abstinence… that's going without any sex at all. He told me that was one of my options," I explained.

"You mean you've talked to your dad about this?" he gasped, as a shocked expression came over his gorgeous face.

"Yeah. He helped me a great deal," I replied. "The only reason I was able to get up enough courage to ask you over for the weekend was because of what my dad told me. He explained that if I wanted something badly enough, then I'd have to be willing to take some chances and I decided you were worth the risk. I mean… you could have freaked out on me when you saw me get hard in the locker room or even when I asked if you wanted to do these things together today, but I made up my mind that I was willing to take the chance. I knew you might get upset and then never speak to me again and I also realized you might tell other people about me too. The thing was, I just wanted to be close to you, so much so that I had to take the chance that you wouldn't turn on me. I just needed to find out if maybe we could do sex stuff like this with each other, as well as just being great friends."

"You wanted me that badly?" Seth gasped. "You really think I'm worth that kind of risk? Wow! I'm honored. I've always thought I was sorta plain looking and most people didn't even notice me. I mean you're so good looking that you couldn't possibly know how I felt. If we walked down the street together, I'd bet all the people would stare at you and wouldn't even see me. That's because you're so much better looking."

"Are you kidding me?" I objected. "You're awesome and I can't even begin to tell you how handsome you are, much more than I am. You've got nice curly hair, while my hair is just straight and limp, and you've got a well-developed body. Mine's ok, but it's definitely not as nice as yours. You're way better looking than me."

"No way!" Seth insisted. "You're just being nice."

"No I'm not. I mean it!" I reiterated.

"I can't believe that," Seth scoffed. "You're so good looking that I didn't think there was any way you would be interested in me. I hoped you might be, but I never really thought it would happen."

"That's how I felt about you," I confessed, and then we didn't say anything for a little while. "I guess it's kind of funny that we both think each other is gorgeous, while we think we're just kind of plain or even ugly. You've got to admit it's funny that we both felt this way." Suddenly, I thought about my parents. "Hey, we better get dressed and get downstairs for dinner, because I don't want my mom or dad coming up here and finding us like this."

Seth quickly glanced at both our naked bodies and giggled.

"Yeah, that wouldn't be funny at all," he spat out. "Nope, not even a little bit funny."

We threw our clothes on quickly and then headed down to the living room. I guess my dad must have noticed the big grins on both of our faces, because he flashed me the 'ok' sign with his fingers when Seth was looking in another direction. I think he surmised that we had done something together and I must admit that I was slightly embarrassed by the fact that my dad might actually know what Seth and I had been up to.

During dinner, my dad asked if we had any plans for the evening and I told him we didn't. In fact, we'd never even considered what we might do later. That's when Dad suggested that I get on the computer, click on 'Moviefone' and see if there was anything playing locally that we wanted to go see. He said he'd give us the money, drive us over to the cinema complex and then pick us up again later, if we wanted to do that. We thanked him for the idea, and then after we finished eating Seth and I went up to my room and looked at what was playing. We found a movie we both wanted to see, so we hurriedly brushed our teeth and then went down to tell Dad. He drove us over and dropped us off, but we both thanked him again before we got out of the car and hustled inside.

We sat in the back left-hand corner of the theater, so we could be alone. Once we were seated, I put my arm on the armrest, so it was touching Seth. I really wanted to put my arm around him or hold his hand, but I didn't really dare to do quite that much, at least not yet. Instead, I settled for letting our two arms rest against each other as we sat and watched the screen. I only remember bits and pieces of the movie, because I kept glancing over at him multiple times. I was trying to memorize every detail about his face, so I could etch his features, expressions and even how he breathed into my brain. I was totally captivated by this kid and just couldn't soak up enough of him.

When the movie ended, we went outside and waited for my dad to pick us up and take us home. We were both tired when we got back, so we decided to just go to sleep. Seth wanted to share my double bed with me, rather than sleep in the guest room, so we both stripped down to our underpants and climbed into bed. I concluded that it was time to take another chance, so I slid over next to him and placed my arm over his chest. Even in the dark, I could still see Seth turn his head and smile at me, but the next instant he was turning on his side and facing away from me. I started to wonder what was wrong, when he slowly inched his body back toward mine, until his cute little butt was jammed against my once flaccid penis.

When Mr. Happy felt the warmth of Seth's warm, firm buttocks snuggling against it, my little buddy suddenly sprung to life and nestled in the crack between those two perfect mounds. Seth's bare back was also rubbing against my naked chest, so I bent my head forward and gave him a small kiss on the side of his neck and said goodnight. When I did that, he reached back with his left hand, pinched my ass cheek lightly and replied 'sweet dreams and goodnight my love.' Oh, damn. I think I just died and went to heaven.

I don't believe either of us moved a single muscle throughout the entire evening. The only thing that changed was my boner eventually deflated, once it knew there wasn't going to be any more action. We even woke up the next morning in the same embrace we had fallen asleep in and I was content knowing I had just spent the night cuddling with the object of my desires.

It was now Saturday, so we had to get ready to go to football practice. The team only had a few more practices before we played our first game, which was scheduled for this coming Wednesday. Dad drove us there and then Seth and I raced into the locker room, stripped and put on our gear. Seeing his naked body didn't have the same effect on me this time, since I was satisfied with what we'd done yesterday and we'd be going back to my house afterward, so we might be able to do even more.

Once we were in uniform, Seth and I went out to the practice field with the rest of the team. After we finished our warm-ups, coach had us run a couple of laps around the field next and then we ran a few drills. Once we completed the last one, the coach told us we were going to have an intra-squad scrimmage and he put Seth and I on the first team offense. Our squad was going to go up against the second team defense.

The coach called the first play and it was for the tailback (Seth) slant off the left tackle. On the snap count, I fired off to the left side, as the quarterback did a reverse pivot and Seth took one step to the right, before reversing direction and taking the handoff. We broke for the hole, and as he moved up behind and followed me into the gap, I saw the end made a successful block on the defensive end. Since he was taken care of, I fired through the opening and led Seth up field, but then I saw the outside linebacker move up to fill the gap. I aimed for his navel and blasted him backward, knocking him to the ground. The block sprung Seth into the open for a big gain and the coach started screaming his encouragement and praise.

"Hell of a block, Logan," he shouted. "That's the way to take out the linebacker, son. You just keep making sure you knock the defenders on their asses like that. Nice running Seth. That's the way to follow your blocker. Good job, both of you."

All right. We both scored a few points with the coach on that one. The next play was a fullback dive right, with the tailback faking left. I leapt forward on the snap count, took the quick handoff and hit the small crack that was supposed to be a hole and broke through into the secondary. The middle linebacker got fooled and followed the quarterback, as he continued his pivot and made a fake handoff to Seth. Seth really sold the fake, so the middle linebacker and defensive back both bought it completely. As they moved in to tackle Seth, that left me to ramble, untouched, right up the gut of the defense. Again, the coach loved it.

"Great job boys," he yelled. "Good fake, Jeff and Seth. You had the defense totally fooled. That's the way to bounce off those tackles, Logan. Don't let them take you down on the first little hit and keep those legs churning."

The rest of the practice went about the same way and we were just about unstoppable on offense. We broke off a lot of big plays, and if we kept clicking like this, we'd be hard to stop on Wednesday. Seth and I did nearly as well on defense too. In fact, the coach kept switching us between defensive backs and linebackers, because he wanted to give us experience at both positions. I didn't think Seth and I were big enough to play linebacker, but the coach said our football instincts, as well as our ability to fend off blockers, combined with our speed and quickness more than made up for our lack of size. He said we might play both positions in the game as well, just so he could see where we did the best.

When practice ended, the whole team was pumped. This had been our best practice so far, so we were nearly ready for the real thing. As had become our custom, Seth and I held back and helped the coach pick up after practice, while the rest of the team hit the showers. The coach thought we were just being nice guys helping him like this after each session, but if only he knew the truth. It was really to hide the erections we got when we saw each other naked, but it also allowed us to spend that time alone. Even though I hadn't sprouted wood earlier, I was thinking I wouldn't be that lucky now, so I wondered what the coach would think about that?

Seth and I hit the locker room and only a handful of the team was still there. By the time we had undressed and were ready for the showers, everyone else was gone. We were cleaning up and eyeing each other's supple forms, when we both started to firm up. Slowly, our boy meat filled with blood and began to rise up and stand out from our bodies. We started laughing about it, when we suddenly heard a voice.

"Logan, you're dad's out front…" the voice trailed off as the speaker noticed our stiffies saluting him. It was Jeff, the first string quarterback.

"Thanks, Jeff," I said feebly. "We're almost finished, so we'll be heading out shortly."

"What are you two up to and why are you both hard?" he asked, while giving us a strange look.

"Logan was just telling me about this girl he met last summer," Seth answered quickly. "He was explaining about her and some of the things they did when they were alone. I guess we both got a little excited from the discussion."

"Yeah, I guess you did," he sneered. "Well anyway, Logan's dad is out there waiting, so you'd better hurry up."

"Thanks, Jeff," I said, suddenly calming down. "If you go back out that way, tell my dad we'll be right there."

Seth and I hurriedly left the shower, dried off and went out to meet my dad.

"Shit that was close," Seth said, as we walked away from the school.

"Yes, it was way too close," I agreed. "That was quick thinking back there though and you saved our butts big time."

"While you were stalling Jeff, it just kinda popped into my mind," he confirmed. "It was all that I could come up with."

"It was a damn smart thinking and a good thing you came up with it when you did," I told him. "I think Jeff bought your story, or at least I hope he did. We'll just have to be more careful from here on out."

"Yeah, I'm with you. Let's get back to your place so we can take care of these fuckers," Seth suggested.

When we got to my house, Mom had lunch ready, so we sat at the table and chowed down first. Then, since it was such a nice day and we didn't want anyone asking questions about why we were holed up in my bedroom on such a lovely afternoon, we went outside and horsed around for a while instead. We threw the football back and forth in the yard, and when we got tired of doing that, we went back inside and watched a couple of the college games on the tube next. We were no longer in a hurry to do something sexual again, because it was enough just to have seen each other earlier and then being together like this now. Besides, we had plenty of time to do the other stuff later.

Once the last game ended, we went up to my room and I locked the door. Seth and I quickly got naked, jumped on the bed and eagerly began groping each other. Since he did me first the last time, I offered to do him first this time. He eagerly agreed and thrust his hips in my direction, as he offered me his cute, little penis. I didn't waste any time moving my hand toward it, but then I slowly played around with his sac and massaged his tiny nuggets for a while first, before I finally wrapped my fingers around his rigid shaft. He began to moan the second I began to slide my hand up and down on it, so I couldn't help but smile.

I was in no hurry for him to get off and could easily tell he was enjoying the feel of my hand touching his dick, so I eagerly continued to stroke him. After a while, I could sense he was getting close, so I picked up the pace and brought him to climax. His body went rigid and shuddered slightly when this happened, but once more it was a completely dry orgasm. I could tell he was disappointed, but not nearly as badly as the last time.

Once he'd recovered, we hurriedly switched places and he began to play with my junk. He took it slowly this time and toyed with my nut sac first and massaged it the same way I had done to him. After doing this for a short time, he wrapped his fingers around my cock and began to jack me off. The feelings he was causing to course through my body were absolutely delicious and I was definitely soaring with the eagles.

I was enjoying this so much that I wanted it to continue forever, but all good things must come to an end. For me, it was a mind-blowing, body wrenching orgasm that turned me completely inside out. I had never cum so hard before, and even though I had just started to produce this watery substance, the first blast hit me in the face, just below my right eye. There were only a couple more squirts after that, but one landed on my chest and the other on my belly, before the final little bit just dribbled out onto my pubic patch.

"Damn, you really exploded this time," Seth observed, once I started to come back to earth.

"It was your magic touch," I told him. "You really inspire the best in me."

We both giggled and I grabbed a sock to wipe off with. Then we both got dressed and headed downstairs to spend some time with the family.

After dinner, we watched a DVD with everyone else, since my parents wanted the entire family to do something together, including Seth. After that, the two of us went up to my room and jerked each other off again. Once we'd finished and brushed our teeth, we decided to go to sleep. Seth spooned back into me again, so I wrapped my arm over his chest and we cuddled like that until morning.

After Mom fixed us breakfast, we took Seth home, because his family had plans for today. Before he got out of the car, he invited me over to his place the following weekend, so I looked over at my dad, to see what he was going to say. He quickly told me that would be fine, so Seth and I gave each other a quick hug and then he raced up to his front door.

Fortunately, things went smoothly when we got back to school the next week and Jeff never mentioned the shower incident, so we didn't either. Instead, we put all of our energy into sports and won our first football game. We blew the other team away and the coach was quite complimentary, even though he told the team, including the two of us, that we still had a lot of work to do if we wanted to keep winning. I had scored a touchdown and Seth scored twice, but each of us also had several tackles on defense as well. In fact, the coach was so pleased with our play that he named us co-MVPs for the game. What a great start to the season!

The rest of the school week pretty much flew by. Before I knew it, it was Friday and I was heading out with Seth, as we rode with his dad over to his house. Seth's family wasn't quite as well off as mine, but they were still doing all right. His parents were really nice and they complimented us on our first victory. We ate dinner with them and then Seth's parents took us to watch the Varsity football game. They sat in the bleachers, while Seth and I wandered around with some of our other teammates and commented on the game. Our varsity team was also fairly good, so they won their game handily as well.

After we went back to Seth's house, we watched some TV first, before we went to bed. When we went up to his room, I saw that his father had set up a cot for me, since Seth only had a teen bed, which was slightly larger than a single bed, but not as large as my full-size bed. We both hurriedly stripped down to our jockey shorts, but then ignored the cot, as we climbed into his bed. It was a little more crowded than mine, but neither of us minded, since we always slept close to each other anyway.

Once we got settled, I reached over and started rubbing Seth's crotch through his briefs and his little prick became hard almost instantly. As soon as that happened, he lifted his butt off of the bed to encourage me to pull his underpants down. I complied, so now I had complete access to my new little friend. I eagerly fingered his boy meat, before I let my fingertips glide over and around every square millimeter of his genitals.

Seth was sighing and completely enjoying my tactile exploration of his package, when I suddenly decided to bend over and kiss him on the lips. It was merely a harmless gesture, since I only let my lips brush against his, but when I did this, it seemed to totally surprise him. His eyes suddenly shot open and he stared up at me in shock, as he evaluated my intentions. When he did this, I got scared and pulled away, as I waited to see what he was going to do next. As I watched him, his shocked expression was slowly replaced by one of complete surrender, so I repeated the tender connection between our oral gateways again.

By this point, I had finished rubbing his scrotum and was plying his small. watery orbs with my fingers. His mouth was hanging open, as his diaphragm attempted to pull as much oxygen into his lungs as possible, but despite his irregular breathing pattern, I could tell he was doing all right. While he was concentrating on his own needs, I slid my hand upward, so I could surround his small mast with my fingers, and then I slowly started to pump my fist up and down. I was trying to stimulate his organ to the maximum, as I steadily massaged the outer surface of his boy meat, and attempted to bring him as much pleasure as I knew how.

As I was doing this, Seth's hips began to thrust up and down on the mattress, in an attempt to coax me into greater haste. As I continued to work his tiny flagpole, I gradually brought him closer and closer to capturing his prize. Shock waves were rippling throughout his body, as he neared his climax, and I felt his sausage expand in my hand in preparation for the big event. He was moaning quite loudly now, so I tried to urge him to quiet down a bit, because I didn't want his parents to come rushing in to see what was wrong. When he finally reached his climax, a couple of tiny droplets oozed out of his shaft and fell from his helmet. I continued to stroke his cock, even as his orgasm began to subside, and I only stopped when his body completely calmed down. I was smiling, as I waited for him to return from his post-orgasmic bliss.

"You did it, man," were the first words I uttered to him. "You actually did it."

"Did what?" he asked, because he truly didn't know.

I was shocked he didn't realize his accomplishment yet, but with all of the pleasure coursing through his small frame, it seemed he was totally oblivious to the fact that he had just produced his first-ever seminal discharge.

"You shot a little," I explained. "It wasn't much, but you did it."

He looked down at his groin and I pointed at the pair of clear liquid droplets that lay just below his navel. A huge grin suddenly began to form across his lips and quickly turned into a full-blown ear-to-ear smile. He was filled with pride at his small accomplishment, almost the same way that a parent feels after the birth of their first child.

"You did it," I reiterated. "No regrets now."

He continued to smile as he looked into my face.

"Thanks, Logan. It isn't much, but it's something," he noted. "I might not have even noticed it, if you hadn't told me."

"Hey, a first is a first, no matter how big or how small," I added. "Congratulations! You've just joined the ranks of the sexually mature."

After basking in the glow of his remarkable milestone, Seth bent over and kissed me. Not as softly and gently as I had done to him, but rather a hard, passionate kiss on the lips. We opened our mouths, but didn't use our tongues, yet I could still feel the fire burning behind this merger. He also let his hand slide down my chest until it slipped under my waistband and came to rest on my needy little partner. My body involuntarily jumped as his little finger brushed against my slit and then I released a small, muffled yelp when his fingers entwined around my dong.

We were still kissing when he began to jack me off, although he did take a few seconds to slide my briefs out of the way first. As he started to stroke me, in a smooth, rapid motion, I felt a tingling sensation shoot throughout my entire body. As Seth's hand began to move faster, I felt the churning sensation building in my testicles, as his smooth palm and fingers engulfed my stiff tool, and he was rapidly bringing me to the point of no return.

I don't think I took another breath for over a minute, as the waves of ecstasy rippled through my groin, washed up my penis and took control of my entire body. My torso went rigid, I made a final thrust with my hips and a few drops of that precious fluid spurted from my dickhead, as my mind filled with a spectacular array of bright colors. Even after I shot my wad, I continued to lie there, in a state semi-consciousness, as I enjoyed my sexual release. Eventually, I started to come back to my senses, as the orgasmic fog began to clear.

"That was incredible. It was best one I've ever had," I gushed, once I was able to speak.

Seth smiled at me and seemed pleased with himself for having given me such wonderful relief. Eventually, we both cleaned up and pulled up our briefs, before I spooned back against his body, as he placed his arm over my chest. Our bodies seemed to merge into a single entity as we drifted off to sleep and the only time either of us moved was when we each made a single trip to the toilet to relieve ourselves later. After we did that, we immediately returned to reoccupy our place on his bed, securely pressed against one another.

The next morning, we messed up the cot to make it look as if it had been slept in, and then we got dressed at went downstairs. After that, we went to football practice, which turned out to be quite exhaustive, so we were both too tired to get hard in the showers. Afterward, we went back to his house and chilled out for a while. We didn't do much that weekend, since his parents didn't have a lot of money to take us places, and we ate all of our meals at the house. Neither of us minded, however, as long as we were together.

After that weekend, we sort of fell into a pattern. We would alternate between staying at each other's house and usually spent Friday night, Saturday and, occasionally, Sunday with each other, which seemed to hold us over until the following weekend. During the week we would attend classes, practices and games, but we didn't spend any of our free time together, because we didn't want to rouse too much suspicion.

Our football team was doing super and we dominated most of the teams we faced. This continued until our sixth game, when we hit some much stiffer competition. It was late in the third quarter and the score was tied. The coach called the next play, a tailback slant, off tackle right, and I was to lead the blocking through the hole. As the play developed, I entered the space designated for the play and saw the middle linebacker moving toward us. I threw a cross-body block on him and he fell like a ton of bricks.

Just as we hit the ground, the weak-side defensive back was crossing the field and stumbled over us. He fell on my leg, after which I felt a sharp pain shoot through my body. I was lying on the field, rolling back and forth in agony, as the coach ran over to me. He called for the first aid kit and slipped an inflatable cast over my left leg, after he gave the team manager his cell phone and told him to call for an ambulance. As it turned out, the weight of the falling body had snapped my leg bone at the ankle.

I was lying on the gurney in the ER when Seth came in, still dressed in his football gear. He had talked his parents into bringing him directly to the hospital, just as soon as the game ended.

"How are you doing, Logan?" he asked, with a look of sadness on his face.

"I'm fine, but my ankle's broken," I informed him. "The doctor told me I'll miss the rest of football season and probably half of wrestling too."

"Tough break, Logan," Seth commiserated.

"Yep, Seth, that's exactly what it is. A tough break of the lower leg," I joked and we both smiled. "Well did we win?"

"Yeah, that touchdown proved to be the game winner," Seth confirmed.

"That touchdown? You mean you scored on the play?" I asked, since I was totally unaware of what had happened after I felt the pain.

"Yeah, didn't you know that?" he wondered.

"Heck no. All I remembered about that play was rolling on the grass with all that pain shooting up my leg and into my brain," I confirmed.

"Wow, you missed it then. It was great," he gloated. "It was probably the best play of the season so far. After you wiped out the middle linebacker and defensive back, I stiff-armed the outside linebacker, cut back and out ran the other defensive back. That was the final score of the game."

"Gee. I wish I could have seen it," I replied, disappointed.

"The coach had one of the other teachers filming the game, so I'll make sure he lets you see the tape," Seth offered.

"Thanks. I'd like that, although I'm not sure if I want to see the footage of me getting hurt," I admitted.

Seth nodded in agreement and then stayed with me until I was released by the doctor and told I could go home. From that day on, Seth was by my side whenever I needed him. At school, he would carry my backpack for me and run interference in the halls, so no one would bump into or knock me over, but he would also place my crutches on one of the counters during class, to keep anyone else from tripping over them. He even went with me to the toilet and made sure I didn't fall over while I was trying pee and do my balancing act at the same time.

I went to watch the rest of the football games, but the new fullback just didn't seem to click with Seth as I had. On more than one occasion, they got in each other's way and the play ended up with them colliding. When the coach came over to see how I was doing after the game, he would tell me he couldn't wait until next year, when he'd have us both in the backfield again.

When wrestling season started, I'd sit on the sideline and watch the practices, while envying Seth's practice partner. I knew it should be me with him, pawing and groping at his lithe frame, although we wouldn't have been able to do anything sexual in front of everyone else. I watched as they rubbed their bodies together and glided around the practice mat, while trying to perfect their various moves. I would often feel a twinge of jealousy run through my body every time Seth's partner's hand or arm would brush over or near Seth's family jewels. I'm sorry, but I felt possessive. Those special boy parts were meant only for me, so no one else should be that close to them, even if it was through his wrestling singlet. I had to consciously work to control my feelings and even bit my tongue many times, so I didn't accidentally say something I shouldn't.

It was after the first of the year before my leg had completely healed and I was sent to physical therapy. Once the therapist said I was ready, the doctor gave me the ok to start wrestling again, since he felt I'd progressed enough to resume my normal life. As soon as I got back, Seth became my practice partner and his old partner had to find someone new to pair up with. The boy wasn't happy about this turn of events, but Seth warned him on the first day of the wrestling season that this would happen, once I was able to wrestle again. Now, Seth and I got to do a little bumping and grinding together on the mat and I made sure to ride his body every chance I got. I did this, however, so it didn't appear that we were doing anything more than just practicing our wrestling moves, because we definitely wanted to avoid any rumors.

When spring came, Seth and I went out for the baseball team, mainly because they didn't have a modified golf team. We both liked baseball, but we preferred playing golf, but we'd have to wait until high school before we could play on a school team in that sport. We weren't quite as good at baseball, but our main strength was our speed. It made us dangerous because we were able to chase down a lot of balls the others might not get to, as well as being able to beat out some questionable hits. When we got on base, we were always a threat to steal or take an extra base when one of the other guys got a hit with us aboard.

Academically, we both did well in school, although my grades were slightly better than Seth's. What can I say? My dad is a college professor, so I had a lot of support at home. That's very important when you need a suggestion, clarification or advice on an assignment, especially when writing a paper or doing a special project. I also had unlimited use of my own computer, where Seth had to wait to use one of his parents' laptops, come over to my house to use mine or try to get some extra time on one of the computers at school. This meant I had some distinct advantages over him.

As summer neared, we both talked our parents into signing us up for a two-week summer camp that offered excellent nature studies and great outward-bound type activities. It was going to be held the first two weeks of August and would definitely help to improve our otherwise dreary summer. Usually by that point, the youth baseball season would be over, so it was generally when we started to get bored, because there nothing interesting or new to entertain us. This way, by the time we got back from camp, we'd only have one week left to ourselves before school started again, which was fine with us.

When school ended for the summer, we started to spend more and more time together. One night when we were at his house, Seth and I progressed to the next level of sexual exploration, and although I didn't realize it at the time, Seth and I were really fairly naive when it came to our sexual knowledge. We didn't even know about oral sex until we heard some of the older guys talking about trying to get their girlfriends to give them a blowjob.

The first time the subject came up, I looked over at Seth and he looked at me, but we just shrugged our shoulders very slightly, to indicate we had no idea what they were talking about. We listened carefully to all of the details and warnings the other boys gave to each other, as they shared ideas about what to make sure the girls did or didn't do. We were too scared of looking stupid to ask any questions, so we just listened and made mental notes instead. By the time summer arrived, we felt we had enough information to proceed on our own and were eager to get started.

We were also French kissing by this time, because I'd picked up information on this particular skill while I was recuperating from my broken leg. While I was waiting for Seth to clean up after practice, I would discretely watch some of the other guys with their girlfriends, when they met up with them after they got done. I would watch them kiss and make out and that was when I observed that most of them would open their mouths while kissing and sometimes I'd even catch a glimpse of their tongues darting back and forth, almost as if they were dueling with each other. In the early spring, I told Seth what I'd discovered and talked him into trying it. We both immediately liked it, so we've been doing it ever since.

That night, we hurried up to Seth's room and he locked the door behind us. As soon as we took off our clothes, we hopped on his bed and I got on my back, so Seth bent over me and placed his lips over mine. As soon as I let my lips part, Seth's tongue immediately darted into my waiting orifice. I loved his taste and the way he made me feel, as his tongue explored the lining of my mouth and slipped all around my oral muscle. A few seconds later, I swallowed his tongue and began to suck on it similar to how I had heard the boys describing a blowjob. It felt good to both of us and it was also good practice for what was to follow. When I released my grip on his muscle, he let me slip my tongue into his mouth, so he could repeat the process on me. Then, we rolled over and switched positions, so Seth was now below me. When we had satisfied our oral desires, we were ready to move on to our next new experience.

Being inexperienced, I moved directly down to Seth's groin and totally bypassed all of the other pleasures that we would someday learn existed in between. I quickly ran over the list of do's and don'ts in my mind and then let my tongue extend from my mouth and aim for the tip of his stiff pole. When my tongue came into contact with his cockhead, near the slit, Seth's body started to tremble. When I saw that, I let my tongue roam all over the surface of his dick, like a mother cat cleaning her newborn kitten.

Seth immediately began to groan, as I swirled my tongue around the exterior of his favorite muscle, and then I remembered some of the boys saying that they liked having their balls sucked too. Once I thought about that, I gradually slid lower, so I was able to run my lips and tongue over his ball sac, before I took his two testicles into my mouth. I was secreting so much saliva that I nearly choked on the build up and this caused me to cough a couple of times, although only mildly. Since I still had Seth's scrotum held between my lips at the time, he squirmed from the new sensations caused by my unplanned coughing spell.

After I released his nut sac from my mouth, I slid a little higher and replaced it with his twitching cock. I mentally noted the admonishment about keeping my teeth back, so as I took his entire hard-on into my mouth I kept my lips extended beyond the pearly whites. Then, I began a rising and falling motion with my head over his inflated tube and Seth began to really moan. He was rapidly becoming overwhelmed by all of the new pleasurable feelings that were flooding his neural system and eagerly reacted to them.

Seth's entire midsection was bouncing up and down on the mattress, as he attempted to match my motions with moves of his own, thus increasing his enjoyment. He looked as if his butt was on a trampoline, as it slammed onto the bed first, before his pelvis flew up and slammed against my mouth again, and he continued to do this until his miniature joystick surrendered those few, precious drops of his honey coated cum. I was still savoring the flavor of his sweet boy juices, when Seth's body collapsed onto the bed and then remained as motionless as a man in traction. It took a little while longer before his orgasmic fog cleared and he was able to speak.

"Damn. That was the best thing I've ever felt," he blurted out. "Are you sure this was your first time doing this? I'm going to be really pissed if I find out that you've been practicing on someone else."

Seth let out a little chuckle after making this last statement, to let me know he was only joking.

"You idiot. You know that you're the only one I'd ever do this with," I mildly chastised him. "Besides, I'm kind of fond of that midget hot dog of yours."

"What do you mean midget, you asshole? I can make sure you never get another taste of my sweet hot dog, if you keep insulting it," he threatened.

"NO! NO! I'm sorry! I didn't mean it. Don't you ever try to keep me from feasting on that little… I mean tasty treat," I corrected.

"I won't, as long as you keep making me feel this good," he agreed. "That was super, Logan. I just hope I can do it half as good for you."

"I'm not worried. Just do your best and I'll be happy," I told him, in an attempt to take some of the pressure off.

Seth did all that and more. He went down on me and paid the same attention to my boyhood that I had shown his. He began by running his tongue all around my shaft, gradually moving up and down, as it slid along the shaft and swirled over the entire surface of the spongy crown. From there, he moved down to my gonads and licked the hairless flesh covering that surrounded them, before he started sucking on my little boy eggs. He made sure that he coughed a couple of times as he held them in his mouth, to allow me a chance to experience just how good that little accident had felt. Pulses from the coughing seemed to multiply in my sensitive testicles and end up sending spasms of joy radiating from my central core.

Finally, he moved up and let his mouth envelope my rigid dink and then his lips started to glide up and down over the surface of my joystick. His mouth felt wonderful on my stiff pole, as his warm, wet lips caressed it and the moist lining of his cheeks wrapped around my tool like a steamy towel wrap. Seth sucked on my rod the same way he did on a straw and soon I could feel the semen being released by those little boy seed factories. A short time later, my juices began their journey up the elevator shaft toward the exit and my mind floated in the clouds, as several spurts of spunk shot into Seth's mouth. As soon as he had his first taste of my love juices, he swallowed my meager offering and then let my penis fall from between his lips. My mind was totally absorbed by all of the awesome feelings that filled my essence, after the wonderful experience I'd just shared with my lover.

"Did I do OK?" he wanted to know, concerned.

"Ok. You were sensational," I confirmed. "Thanks, Seth. Thank you for everything."

Having both pleased and been pleased, we cuddled together for the rest of the night and woke up the next morning feeling like we had each just won an Olympic Gold Medal.

You Pass This Way But Once - by Bill W Copyright 2013 by billwstories

Chapter 5
A Wonderful Summer

It turned out to be a very active summer. In addition to the summer baseball league, my dad worked it out with one of his friends from the college, the golf coach, to give Seth and me private golf lessons. Every morning we would meet him at the course at 8:00 for a lesson and we would follow that up by playing a quick nine holes, one day on the front nine and the next day on the back nine. It only took a couple of weeks before we had both noticeably improved our game, so Seth and I agreed that we would have to figure out something special to do for my dad, seeing he was paying for our lessons and the youth memberships at the club.

With all of these activities going on, the summer was passing by very quickly. Before we knew it, it was time to head off to summer camp. The Saturday before camp started we loaded all of our gear into my dad's car, because he planned to take both of us there the following day, right after church, since we were expected to be there by late afternoon. The ride there took almost two hours, but it was worth every minute of having to sit in the car for that long, because the camp was in an absolutely perfect location and the setting was gorgeous.

To our amazement and delight, the camp was located on the end of a crystal, clear lake, in the midst of a thick, lush forest that spread out over several rolling hills. The main part of the camp was comprised of multiple buildings, a swimming area and game fields, but along the periphery there were hiking trails and other activity sites. This looked like a great place, with a lot to do, so we were anxious to get started.

As we looked around at the multiple buildings, we noticed the counselor's office, the kitchen/mess hall, the infirmary, the toilets/shower room and several residential cabins. There was also a large boathouse down by the lake. The office and mess hall were just behind the dirt road we drove in on, which ran about twenty-yards in from the edge of the lake, and then the infirmary and toilets/showers were located behind them. The cabins were arranged in a horseshoe around the other buildings, so the residential cabins were all fairly close to all of the places we would need to utilize.

Upon arrival, we were all directed to the mess hall first, where we were given our introductory speech, assigned to our cabins and introduced to our cabin counselors. The meeting started with the Head Counselor, Mr. Johnson, giving us a quick introduction and explaining everything we needed to know. Each day was to begin with a 6:00 wake-up, 7:00 breakfast and then followed by our individual cabin's daily schedules, which were broken up by age groups.

Half of the cabins started the day either swimming or canoeing, while the other half had those activities in the afternoon. The rest of our day was spent rotating through a series of pre-assigned activities, depending upon what the various staff members had set up for us that day. After dinner, another set of group activities would be scheduled, which were totally different from the earlier activities, but that's when they also held the overnight campout. A quarter of the cabins joined forces for each of the four overnighters, so you'd have a chance to participate in one, even if you were only there for a week.

Seth and I were assigned to the same cabin, which we were very thankful for, but before we went there, we were introduced to our cabin counselor, Scott. After the group session had concluded, Scott took all of us in his cabin over to see to our new quarters. Each cabin had 12-16 boys assigned to it, but it was basically one large room with cots lined up on each side of a center aisle. At the far end of the building, which means the farthest from the door leading into the cabin, there was a small room in which the cabin counselor stayed.

Once Scott gave us the basic lowdown, we were allowed to select our own cots, so Seth and I selected two that were next to each other. We unpacked our gear into our locker, which stood beside the head of our bunk, and placed the bedding on the mattress. We were then allowed to go back outside and walk around, since each cabin counselor was to give his campers a tour of the facilities. During that time, Scott pointed out what each of the buildings was for, but he also pointed out the areas we were not permitted to be in. By the time this little tour was completed, it was time for dinner.

At dinner, Mr. Johnson announced that we would have free time until lights out, which would be at 10:00. He also informed us that we'd be able to take showers during either the evening or morning hours, but that would be our choice. We thought that was good, since some guys like to shower before they go to bed, but others prefer to take their shower in the morning, to help them wake up. Seth and I figured we'd change from day to day, maybe even showering both times, so we could check out more of the other campers.

After we ate, Seth and I wanted to try to find a quiet spot where we could spend some time alone, both today and in the future, so we went out to explore. We walked around the end of the lake, where we found a little inlet that jutted off of it, so we decided to follow it and see where it led. We were disappointed that it only went back about twenty or thirty yards, but it fed into a little grassy area that was surrounded and protected by an assortment of bushes. We continued to look around and found an open area behind the bushes that had a rock overhand, about six feet up. This would be perfect. The bushes would hide us from the front and we could sit under the overhang that would keep us from being spotted from anyone farther up the hill.

We knew we didn't have much time left before it got dark, seeing it took us a while to find this place, so we had to figure a way to get each other off quickly. Seth suggested that if we were to lay head to toe, then we could give each other a blowjob at the same time. We had never tried this before, but I said it sounded like a great idea to me, so we took down our shorts and briefs and got into position.

There, within my reach, was Seth's boy meat. It was slightly longer now, than when we first started messing around with each other nearly a year ago, so I wasted no time in reaching out and taking it into my mouth. Taking Seth orally was almost as familiar and natural to me as eating or breathing and I loved his taste and boy smell. He wasn't quite hard when we began, but it took only a few seconds to correct that situation. He responded immediately when I slid my mouth around the slick head and then let it slide down his firm pole. As I did this, I allowed my tongue to explore and caress the warm exterior skin, as I begin to apply suction. As he began to react to my ministration, I started raising and lowering my head repeatedly. Gradually, I settled into a nice, loving pace, as I let Seth know how much I needed this.

Seth was doing the same thing to me as well and I loved the sensations that were currently coursing throughout my body. I loved the feel of Seth's warm mouth as it engulfed my engorged member and I enjoyed the feeling of the slight roughness of his tongue, as it lapped up and down the surface of my dick. I found it difficult trying to divide my attention between trying to focus on pleasing my partner, while at the same time attempting to enjoy the feelings that I was receiving from his ministrations.

Those all to familiar tingling sensations were beginning to awaken deep within my loins and put me on the one-way express to heaven. As the tingling grew stronger and started to radiate upward through my shaft, I tried to concentrate on Seth's cock, so I could bring him off at the same time that I was going to erupt. We were both working frantically on each other's boner; bobbing, licking and slurping away, as we moved closer and closer to our mutual release.

My juices were now boiling over in my scrotum and my cream began its journey up my tube, in an effort to release the pressure building within. When the first spurt of my cream shot from the tip, it splashed against the warm interior of Seth's mouth and was soon followed by four more squirts of my cum. Just before the third wave escaped the tiny opening on my dickhead, Seth's first string of semen entered my mouth and slid across my oral lining before entering my throat.

We both lapped at our lover's penis and greedily applied additional pressure, in an effort to suck out all of the creamy liquid that still lingered within those slender tubes. I loved the sweet flavor of Seth's jizm and it was like getting a candy reward for my efforts, so I savored every tasty drop before it slid down my throat. Completely satiated by our partner's efforts, we fell onto our backs, as we enjoyed the afterglow created by our orgasm.

We couldn't continue to linger there for very long, because we knew it would soon be dark and our cabin counselor would be wondering where we were. Without having to say a word, we both pulled up our clothing and returned to our temporary home. As we walked into the cabin, we noticed that there was only one other kid there, looking very lost and alone.

"Where is everyone?" I asked him.

"They're lighting a bonfire down by the lake," he answered. "Everyone else went down to see it."

"Why didn't you go then?" I pressed, in an effort to find out why he'd stayed behind.

"It didn't sound like it would be all that great and I kind of had a problem with a couple of the other guys," he responded. "I didn't want to be near them again, so I stayed here."

"Come on. You can go with us then. I'm Logan and this is Seth," I offered, since I didn't think anyone should have to miss out on things just because of a couple of assholes.

"Thanks. I'm Timmy," he told us, while offering his hand.

We both said hello and shook, as we got to know each other a little better.

"Logan and I are thirteen, Timmy," Seth added. "How old are you?"

"I'm eleven, almost twelve." He looked a little nervous. "Does that make a difference?"

"No, of course not," Seth replied. "I was just curious. If you want, you can hang with us for now and whenever else you need friends."

"Thanks. That sounds really good, so let's go," Timmy added eagerly.

Together, we left the cabin and walked down toward the lake. We could already see the soft glow as the bonfire as it began to take hold, but it was only partially ignited. The flames were just beginning to sweep around the side of the collection of wood and were starting to move toward the rear of the stack of lumber. As we got closer to the area, another boy turned, saw us and moved in our direction.

''What are you guys doing with the homo?" he spat it out with hatred in his voice.

"If it's any of your business, we're here with our cabin mate," I answered him, "and if you don't like it, then you can just stay away and mind your own business."

"Yeah," Seth added, "and if you don't watch that big mouth of yours I might just be forced to close it with my fist."

The boy looked shocked by our defense of Timmy and moved away from us quickly.

"Thanks for sticking up for me," Timmy said meekly.

"What was that all about?" I asked him.

"He's from my school, but I didn't know he was coming to this camp," Timmy explained. "It's just my luck that he's also in our cabin. I appreciate your help, but you guys don't have to hang with me if you don't want to."

Timmy quickly started to turn, so he could go back to the cabin, but I reached out and grabbed his arm before he could get away.

"Where do you think you're going?" I asked. "Just because some kid has a foul mouth, it doesn't mean we've changed our minds. Let's go over there and sit down."

I then pointed to a spot at the opposite side of the bonfire, away from the other kid had just gone.

"But I didn't think… you know, after what he said… ah… that you'd want me… to, well, stick around," Timmy stammered, while looking both surprised and uncertain.

"Who cares what he says," Seth added. "We don't need him to make up our minds for us. We invited you to join us and nothing he said has changed that."

"Really?" Timmy asked, still not totally believing his ears.

"Yeah, REALLY," I emphasized. "All that matters to us is that you seem like a nice guy and you could use some friends. If you want us to, we can be your buddies for the two weeks we're here."

"YES, I'd really like that," he quickly agreed. "I'd like that a lot. So, you really don't care what he said about me?"

"Heck, no." Seth responded. "There are always idiots out there that think they have to label other people to make themselves feel good or look better. What they don't seem to realize is, it only makes them look like narrow-minded idiots. We never listen to jerks like that. Even if it were true, it wouldn't make any difference to us."

Timmy continued to look at us in disbelief, but then he smiled, after he read our expressions and saw we meant what we'd said. It appeared that he wasn't used to this kind of support, so I imagine that other statements, similar to the one this kid had made to us, must have obviously driven away a lot of potential friends. It appeared that some of the other boys must have become concerned that they might also be tainted by Timmy's label if they hung around with him, but we had made up our minds to take a stand on this issue. It was easy decision, seeing we'd probably never see any of these boys again after the two weeks were up, but it might make a lasting effect on Timmy's self-esteem.

"Thanks. I've never had anyone stand up for me like that before," Timmy confirmed, while flashing us a grin.

"It was nothing," Seth told him.

"Besides," I added, "I love to make bullies back down. They're not so big when they don't think they have an advantage or when they aren't surrounded by their friends."

"It may not have been a big deal to the two of you, but it was to me," Timmy confessed. "Most guys would have heard what Ray said and then run the other way before I contaminated them, like it's contagious or something. He's made it so most of my old friends from back home won't have anything to do with me any more."

"We'll see if we can't do something about that," Seth added. "Maybe we can find a way to get him to change his mind before he leaves here."

"If not, we'll try to scare the crap out of him or teach him a little lesson before he leaves," I added.

Now that this issue was settled, we all went over and took our seats, out of Timmy's nemesis's line of sight. Once the fire got going really well, they brought out marshmallows to roast for those who wanted to, and we did. We went over, selected a stick, put our marshmallow on the narrow end and held it near the fire. The exterior of the treat would turn a golden brown, or sometimes even burn, if you weren't careful, but they tasted quite good after we remembered to let them cool down first. We all burned our tongues or lips on our first try at consuming them, because we never considered they'd still be hot, but it was still fun.

Soon, it was time to go back to the cabin and turn in for the evening. Timmy thanked us again when we got back, but we merely told him he was welcomed to hang with us whenever he wanted to. After he smiled and thanked us yet again, we all turned in for the rest of the night.

Six o'clock came awfully early; at least that's how it seemed. We dragged ourselves out of bed, grabbed our towels and bath kits, as we headed for the showers. We stopped to invite Timmy to join us, which he eagerly agreed to do. We were among the first boys there, so we looked around quickly. It was a U-shaped shower area, with showerheads lining both sides of the U, and there appeared to be a couple dozen nozzles sticking out of the walls. The three of moved to an area together, turned on the faucets and adjusted the water temperature. Of course, we all had to coyly check each other out, which meant Seth and I soon discovered that Timmy had a nearly hairless body, along with a cute, little, pre-pubescent, cut dick.

We finished our showers, brushed our teeth and were just leaving when Ray entered the area. He gave us an evil looking grin as he passed by, as if he thought he had caught us doing something just by being here together. I made up mind that I was going to have to put this kid in his place before our camp experience ended, but now was not the time. Instead, we went back to the cabin.

When we got there, our counselor told us that we would have swimming/canoeing after breakfast, so we should put on our swim trunks and a tee shirt to start with. We did and then we went over to the mess hall to eat. After we finished breakfast, we went back to the cabin to clean up the area, fix our cots and take a brief rest, before we headed down to the lake to begin our first session.

Half of the cabins were assigned to swimming/canoeing in the morning, but that group was split in two. Half had canoeing first, while the other half swam, and we switched after about an hour. Our cabin had canoeing first and it worked out that the lessons required three boys to a canoe. Today, we were just given the basics, before we moved over to take a swimming test. This test was so the camp lifeguards could assess our abilities, before assigning us to a group. The three of us were all fairly good swimmers and were placed in the advanced class, while we noticed that Ray had been placed with the beginners. The categories were non-swimmers, beginners, intermediate and advanced, so at least we wouldn't have to put up with him here. Later, we discovered that Timmy was on the YMCA swim team and had been swimming competitively for a couple of years.

After lunch, our counselor took us on a hike to familiarize us with the area. He pointed out various spots along the way, such as where certain activities would be held, where there was a steep drop off that we should avoid, where the camp bounded up to private property and where we would have our overnight camp out. He also pointed out various types of trees and plant life along the way, told us about the different types of wildlife we might see in the area, although not during this hike, because we were being much too loud. He even explained what we should do if we happened to get lost or separated from our group. I already knew some of this stuff, but I still managed to learn something new.

After dinner, we were told that our group would have about an hour of free time first, before we were scheduled to go on an owl hunt. Although we weren't quite sure what this was, it sounded interesting, so we looked forward to seeing what it was all about. In the meantime, the three of us went down to sit by the lake, as we waited for the owl hunt to begin.

During this time, Timmy told us why Ray was being so miserable to him. It seemed that Ray thought he'd caught Timmy staring at one of his friends in the locker room, after a PE class. As he started to give Timmy grief about this, Timmy's body betrayed him and he popped a boner that poked at the front of his briefs and that was all it took. Ray had been making his life miserable ever since.

We tried to make Timmy feel better by telling him the story about how Jeff had caught us both sporting erections after a football practice. Timmy laughed and told us how lucky we were that Jeff wasn't like Ray or we'd still be hearing about it. None of us admitted that we were gay, but I think we all understood that to be the case.

We walked from the lake to the area in front of the counselor's office next, because we'd been told that's where the head counselor would explain the owl hunt to us. This activity was designed to see if any of the owls that lived in the area would respond to the head counselor's impression of the various owl calls. Owls are nocturnal creatures, which means they are active at night, so this was the reason we had to wait until after dark to begin.

Mr. Johnson explained the various types of owls we might encounter and then he demonstrated the different call that each specific owl made. He even demonstrated some calls of owls that were not native to this area, so we'd hear all of their various calls. He was very knowledgeable and the demonstration was also very entertaining. He told us that we would have to follow him out into the woods where he would stop, make his calls and then we would listen for an owl's response. He warned us that we would have to be very quiet throughout this hike, especially if we hoped to be successful, because he explained that owls have excellent hearing and sight and wouldn't respond if they saw or heard us. He said they would only answer us from a distance, as long as they thought they were actually replying to one of their kind.

This turned out to be a lot more fun than any of us had first suspected. The head counselor made the various calls for each specific type of owl, and each call was a little different from the others and not just the basic 'who.' Over time, he got three different owls to answer back and it was sooo cooool. We heard a barn owl, a Great Horned owl and a saw-whet owl, as each gave their owl reply to what they thought might be a perspective mate. We didn't actually see any of these owls, but we heard them answering the calls from a distance, which was really neat. By the time we got back to our cabin, it was pretty late, so we went directly to sleep.

Tuesday morning was a repeat of Monday, except we moved on to the next lesson with canoeing and were allowed to paddle up and down the lake, parallel to the shoreline. That afternoon, we were introduced to our first adventure site as well, which was called the 'crocodile pit.' There were several small, raised platforms spaced irregularly and zigzagged across the floor of a clearing in the woods. The situation was that this was a river crossing and the area in between the platforms was filled with crocodiles, so if you fell off the platform then you would surely be eaten. It was to make us cooperate to solve this problem and then carry out the solution we came up with.

Some of the platforms were close enough that we could jump between them, but we would have to be careful and help each other, once more bodies were on the platform. Otherwise, the latest addition to the platform might fall backwards and land in the pit or someone who was already on could get bumped off the other side. We were allowed to look around on the side where we were starting, so we could find things to use during this exercise. Then, we took those items with us, but that meant we had to plan the entire crossing out in our heads first, before we started. We found a plank, which was only partially hidden in the leaves, so we took it with us to cross over some of the wider gaps between platforms. We also found a length of rope that we figured we might also need and then we started on our way.

We were doing fairly well until it was Ray's turn to reach one of the platforms. None of us really wanted to help him, but he obviously didn't want our help either. We knew that we'd have to cooperate, however, if we were going to navigate this course successfully, so we let our other cabin mates help him whenever possible. Unfortunately, there were times when we had to put our feelings for each other aside, in order for all of us to get to where we needed to go. After we made it all the way across the obstacle, successfully, we then put our 'crossing aides' back where we had found them, for the next group to find and use.

After dinner, our cabin played a softball game against one of the other cabins. There were eleven boys on a team, with the extras moving in and out of the game and utilizing free substitution. It was a great deal of fun and we played until it was nearly dark.

Wednesday started out with the swimming/canoeing lessons again and then we had another group problem to solve after lunch. This one was a ten-foot wooden wall that we had to scale in order to get to the other side. Just like before, the only way to do this was by planning ahead and using teamwork. We did this by lifting two boys up, so they could pull themselves up and sit on top of the wall, and then they would help pull the others up and over, before dropping down on the other side themselves. It wasn't easy and we had to bring some of the smaller guys back after they had crossed over, so they could help us lift some of the heavier guys up far enough that the two sitting on top of the wall could grab a hold of them and pull them up. After some exhausting effort, we managed to get everyone safely to the other side.

That evening, we played a soccer game against a different cabin, but Seth and I aren't very good in soccer. We're fast, but we don't have any of the necessary skills for the sport. Timmy, on the other hand, was awesome. He made the rest of us look sick, as he controlled our part of the game. I think even Ray had to admire his skill, as he helped make the rest of us look better than we actually were. We found out later that Timmy had played on youth soccer teams since he was six.

Thursday started off with our usual water lessons again and was followed up with an experience on a rope bridge crossing, which spanned a gully that was about 12-15 feet deep in the middle. There was one rope that you had to walk on while crossing and there were two more that were waist high on either side of the first. There were also a few smaller ropes connecting the two side ropes to the bottom one, so they wouldn't pull too far apart.

The idea was that you had to balance yourself as you walked across, holding on to the side ropes while placing your feet carefully across the bottom one. We were placed in a safety harness before we started out, which was attached to a rope and a collection of pulleys, which were controlled by our cabin counselor and the site's safety counselor. We had to use the harness, so we wouldn't get hurt, in case we fell after losing our footing or balance. It was a good thing we had it too, because nearly all of us had an accident while going across. Whenever this happened, the counselors had to either pull that person back up on the rope or ease him down to the ground.

After the evening meal, we were scheduled to play flag football against another cabin, so Seth and I were ready. Finally, we were going to do something we were good at and we planned to excel. Ray thought he was a running back, at least until he saw Seth and me carry the ball. We not only were fast, but we had the head and shoulder fakes and the cutback ability, as well as the experience, so we far outshined the others. He was even complimentary in the huddle after a couple of our runs, so we were beginning to think that maybe we wouldn't have to retaliate for the way he had treated Timmy when we first arrived.

On Friday, after our typical morning routine of swimming and canoeing, the staff had a big game of capture the flag planned for the afternoon. Our cabin was paired with one of the other cabins and then we played against the boys from two of the remaining cabins. It was a huge game area, which included a bunch of trees and underbrush we could use to hide behind, as we tried to advance and capture the enemy's flag. Even in this game, there was a need for planning and teamwork, so I guess the other activities were sort of a prelude to this.

It was a fun game, but Seth and I helped to set up the strategy we used. We split the others up into two groups and told them to move slowly along either side of the game area, as they made their way toward the opponent's flag. Seth and I split up and went on opposite sides, but we moved well ahead of the two groups and quickly slipped around to the far end of the field. While the opposing team was focused on the two large groups moving toward them, Seth and I slipped around behind their flag. While one of us distracted the guards that had been left behind, the other one stole their flag and then we raced back to our end, easily avoiding our pursuers. Once our team was declared the winner, we were both congratulated by our teammates and hailed as conquering heroes.

Our after dinner activity was a volleyball game against still another cabin. It was fun time, even though our attempt at this sport wasn't very pretty, because none of us had ever played volleyball before, except for maybe a week in PE class. For that reason, we weren't very good at this sport, but we did have a good time and enjoyed a great many laughs and spills, as we attempted to play the game as best we could.

Saturday was the end of the first full week of camp, but it began pretty much the same as every other day, down at the lake. After this, we attended a class where we learned about primitive weapons and how to use them. This included not only the customary camp instruction with the bow and arrow, but it also included using a boomerang and an alottle, which is an old, native weapon. The alottle consisted of a foot long [30 cm] flat, wooden apparatus, which primarily lengthened the throwers arm and was used to increase his leverage when throwing. At the end of this apparatus was a peg that fit into the end of a long, feathered spear. By using the extension, it allowed the person to throw the spear great distances, with much more force, yet still be able to do this with incredible accuracy. It was a very interesting class and we had a great deal of fun doing it.

After dinner we were scheduled for free time and Seth and I had been waiting patiently for our next chance to spend a little more intimate time alone. Quietly, we slipped away from the others, which we did just as soon as we had finished eating, and once we were sure that no one saw us, we made our way to our secret spot.

It had been almost a week since Seth and I had been alone, so we nearly ran to get to our secluded hideaway. After checking to make sure we weren't followed, we stripped down and got ready for some action. Knowing that we didn't have to rush quite as much this time, I grasped Seth and planted a kiss on his seductive lips. Even though we had been primarily sex partners up to this point, I realized there was more to this than just simply enjoying animalistic pleasures. I was falling in love with Seth, deeply in love with him.

While I had been thinking about our relationship, Seth slipped his tongue between my parted lips, so I allowed him to explore my mouth with it. After a short time doing this, I grasped his tongue between my lips and began to suck on it, as if my life depended on doing it. I was working us into a sexual frenzy, as I administered to Seth's tongue and basically tried to devour his face. The situation soon reversed itself, as Seth started to work on my oral muscle, after I let it extend forward, beyond my teeth. I could tell by his actions that Seth wanted and needed me, almost as badly as I wanted and needed him.

As I left his mouth and headed for his midsection, I decided to make a detour and try something I had heard some of the guys talking about doing with their girlfriends. I thought if it made their girlfriends feel good, then maybe it would also give Seth some pleasure. I let my mouth come to rest over one of the brownish circles on his chest and allowed my tongue dart out to lick and stimulate his tiny nipple. As I continued to suckle on this oft-neglected area, I could feel Seth's tiny nub stiffen, as he began to release a series of low, guttural moans. I believed this was the answer to my question about whether he would enjoy this new stimulation or not.

I worked on his boy tit for a while longer and then moved over to the other side, so I could give equal attention to its partner. This time, I also tried to nurse on his little nub, just as I had seen pictures of small babies nursing on their mother's breast. This not only elicited more noises from Seth, but he began to squirm wildly about as well, as I sucked on that virgin area. Finally, Seth pushed my mouth away, since his nipple was becoming sore from my aggressive attention.

I didn't hesitate in determining my next move and lowered my head down to let my mouth engulf his entire penis. As I began to suck on his stiff member and bob my head up and down its length, I lowered one of my hands down to rub and fondle his sensitive ball sac. Seth became part wild man at that moment, because he began twitching, jerking and trying to jam his meat down my throat. The combination of this intense stimulation and the long draught we had experienced between our sessions led Seth to a premature release. He sent six small streams of his love fluids into my mouth, and once again I attempted to savor the incredible taste until his penis became totally limp, as it shriveled up and fell from my lips. After a lengthy pause, Seth spoke to me.

"Where did you learn that from?" he demanded, as his eyes bulged in their sockets.

"It was just some stuff I'd heard around school about what the guys did to their girlfriends, but I kind of made the rest up from there," I explained.

"Well, what ever you did it was awesome," Seth squeaked, since his voice broke slightly when speaking. "I don't think I've ever felt that good before or shot so much. It was wonderful and I'll try to make you feel just as good."

Seth didn't waste any time in keeping his promise and moved forward to kiss me again. Once more, our lips met and our tongues jostled for position, as we searched out the other's sweet boy taste. We continued our oral jousting for a while longer, before Seth moved his head down to my chest and began to work his own form of magic on my tender nubs.

Seth's tongue moved all over and around the small area first, before he clamped down on the bull's eye and tried to suck my life force through that firm, tiny piece of flesh. As soon as he had finished working on that one for a short time, he moved across my body to repeat his actions on the other pinkish patch. I was delirious with pleasure, as my head swayed from side to side and my eyes rolled back in my head. I've never felt this good before.

After that, Seth moved his head even lower, so he could let his tongue and lips explore my boy organ, as he kissed, licked and sucked on the spongy glans. Slowly, he parted his lips and let my stiff poker push into his mouth and then he started to pump back and forth on it with his head, as he nimbly massaged the surface with his lips and began to add suction. After several minutes of this intense stimulation, Seth sucked my spunk out of my testicles, up my rigid pole and into his waiting mouth. As spurt after spurt left my body and entered my lover's mouth, I collapsed, utterly spent, as every ounce of my strength was siphoned from my torso.

Seth cuddled against my side, as he waited for me to return to the land of the living, and then we started kissing some more. Any doubts I had about Seth's love for me had now disappeared in this powerful display of sensitivity, caring and his willingness to please me. I felt we were now bonded for life, merely one soul occupying two separate bodies. After enjoying this feeling for as long as we could, we realized we should return to our cabin, so we hurriedly dressed and exited our little love nest in the woods.

We were happily walking back to the main area of the camp and absent-mindedly strolling down the path along the lake when we spotted Timmy sitting down by the boathouse, with his head cupped in both hands. When we moved down to speak with him about what was wrong, we discovered he had been crying, because we could see the telltale stains from his tears, mixed with dirt, on his face. They formed the unmistakable lines of sadness that streaked down his face, while appearing more like scars. Timmy reacted to our movement toward him and jumped back, before he looked into our faces.

"Where have you two been? I needed your help. I needed to be with you," he whined, exposing his vulnerability.

"What's the matter, Timmy?" Seth asked sincerely.

"It's Ray. The minute he saw me in the cabin without you two around, he started his same old shit again," Timmy explained. "He began telling all of the other guys in the cabin that I was gay and called me all kinds of names. He even started making accusations about things he thought I had done, but I never did any of that stuff. It was awful and I think some of the other guys believed him."

"Take it easy, Timmy," I said, as I tried to reassure our new friend. "We'll clear this up for you. In fact, I've got a little plan worked out in my mind to pay this Ray kid back. Give me a couple of days and I promise you that he'll never bother you again. You come back with us to the cabin and we'll take care of him, if he tries to start anything else tonight. I'll put my plan into action tomorrow, although I'm not sure how long it will take until I can set things up to pull it off. It won't be more than a couple of days, however. I promise."

"What do you have planned, Logan?" Seth asked, since he wanted me to share the secret with him.

"You'll see," I responded. "I've got to pull this off by myself, just in case it backfires. If that happens, then you'll both be better off not knowing what I was doing."

Seth and Timmy started to protest, but then thought maybe I was correct in my analysis. Timmy, however, felt better about returning to the cabin with us, since there was a certain amount of safety in numbers, but we all noted the evil smirk Ray had on his face as we passed his bunk.

'What goes around comes around,' I thought to myself, as I noted how pleased he seemed to be with himself. 'I hope you're as brave at taking your medicine, as you think you are when you're dishing it out.'

We all went to our bunks and got ready, because it would soon be lights out. When that was announced, we crawled into our bedding and went to sleep, but before I drifted off, I put the mental finishing touches on my retaliatory plan.

Sunday morning, we woke up and Seth and I protectively took Timmy over to the showers, so we could clean up and get ready for the new day. When we went to the mess hall, after we dried off and changed, we sat through a generic church service before the Sunday brunch was served. After brunch, we had a choice of taking part in an open swim, hiking or participating in one of several possible pick up games on the athletic fields. I sent Seth and Timmy off together, while I sought to have a private conversation with Scott, our cabin counselor.

I asked Scott to discretely hang back after the others left, so we could have a private talk and he agreed. Once we were alone, I told him about the problems Ray was creating for Timmy and about my plan for revenge. Scott agreed it was a problem that needed to be addressed, and then after some discussion, he eventually agreed to assist me with my plan to tip the scales back to even. Ok, maybe it would be a little past even, so we could get back at Ray, but I quickly did what needed to be done and then I waited for the boys to return to the cabin before dinner. As that time approached, Scott had me go get the head counselor, Mr. Johnson, and bring him, unwittingly, into my plan.

When Mr. Johnson arrived at the cabin, Scott told him that someone had stolen a valuable keepsake from his room. He wanted the head counselor there with him while he searched the lockers in the cabin for the item, after all of the boys had returned from the various activities. Nothing had actually been stolen, but we needed to use this ploy to get each locker opened. Scott and Mr. Johnson informed the boys about the missing object and that they wanted to do a locker search, so they got the boys to verbally agree to let them proceed.

As they started down our side of the cabin, they opened each locker and searched for the make believe item. Finding nothing, they moved over to the other side of the room. As they worked their way down that side, they finally came to Ray's locker. As Mr. Johnson used his key to unlock it, Scott pushed the door all the way back so everyone could see the inside surface of the door. A slow murmur built up first, and then there were a few snickers and giggles, once everyone could see the two pictures taped to the metal surface of the inner part of the door. Each of the pictures was of a gay couple making out. Ray turned beet red and tried to hide when he saw them and Mr. Johnson demanded to know whose locker this was. Scott gladly pointed to Ray, as Mr. Johnson ripped the pictures down.

They two counselors then continued their search for the stolen item, but of course it wasn't anywhere around. Scott suggested to Mr. Johnson that someone from one of the other cabins must have snuck in while everyone was out, but they agreed that an expanded search would be too difficult to carry out in secret and, therefore, wouldn't be effective. Mr. Johnson sympathized with Scott over his loss and told him that he would have to lock his things up in the future. After the two counselors left the cabin, I added the finishing touches to my plan.

"Nice pictures, Ray," I screamed out in front of all the other boys. "Is that why you kept trying to convince people there was something wrong with Timmy, so no one would notice you were the gay boy?"

Everyone burst out laughing and Ray tried to make his denials, but to no avail. Instead, they began to treat him as he had hoped they would treat Timmy instead.

"They weren't my pictures. I didn't put them in there," he kept protesting, but no one was listening.

"Yeah, like someone else could get into your locker," one of the other boys pointed out. "We all know there are only two ways to get into a locker without it becoming damaged and I don't see any damage on your locker."

"Someone would have had to know your combination, which I doubt you shared, " another added, "or they would have to have one of the counselor's keys. No, Ray, no one else could have put those pictures in there, so they had to be yours."

When all the other boys agreed with these points, they began to give Ray a great deal of shit. When this happened, I grabbed Seth and Timmy, so I could lead them from the cabin and explain how I had pulled this off. I led them along the lake, to one of the more remote hiking trails, and took them out a ways first, before we stopped and sat down.

"How the hell did you pull that off?" Seth inquired.

"I convinced Scott that Ray was a loose cannon who was causing great deal of harm," I explained. "I told Scott about my plan to pay Ray back for what he was doing to Timmy, and after some intense coaxing, Scott agreed to help me pull my plan off."

"I know where you got the pictures from," Seth continued, "but what really happened to the missing item?"

"That's it! There was no missing item. It was just an excuse to open the lockers, so we could 'discover' those pictures in Ray's locker," I answered, before I turned to explain the missing part of the story to Timmy. "The pictures in Ray's locker were ones that Seth and I had folded up in books we carried in our duffle bags. I thought it was worth sacrificing them to teach that miserable little s.o.b. a lesson that he wouldn't soon forget. Next time he starts to give you trouble, you can tell everyone the details of the pictures that were found in Ray's locker at camp. That should shut him up pretty fast."

We all had a really good laugh about this, before we went back to eat dinner. In a way I felt sorry for Ray, as I watched him sit alone at the end of one table, because everyone else was talking about him and pointing in his direction. Roars of laughter would suddenly break out in the mess hall, as the story about what had happened spread around the camp. He had it coming to him though, for trying to do similar things to Timmy. Maybe next time he feels homophobic or thinks about doing some gay bashing he'll reconsider, before he begins to make fun of someone else.

After dinner there was another scheduled block of free time, so I talked to Seth about asking Timmy to go with us to our secret place. He agreed that we shouldn't leave him alone again, so we approached Timmy and told him about our little oasis. Seth and I had agreed to forgo another sexual encounter if Timmy wasn't interested, but if he was, then we could help him discover more about his own sexuality.

We walked along the lake toward the little inlet, and as we went Timmy thanked us both for how we'd helped him take care of his problem with Ray. He said that he was still a little worried about what Ray might try later, once they got back to their hometown, but we told him not to be. Seth and I would give him our phone numbers and would be willing to verify the account of what had happened at camp, if anyone wanted to verify his story. We told him that we would also make sure that Ray knew we were willing to do this too, so he'd think twice before trying anything else.

When we got to our turn off point, we looked around for a brief time first, to make sure we weren't being followed, and then we guided Timmy back to our little refuge from the outside world. Timmy was quite amazed when he saw it.

"So this is where you two were yesterday when Ray started on me again?" he gasped. It wasn't an accusatory comment, just a statement of fact.

"Guilty as charged," I answered. "If we knew that Ray was going to start in on you again, then we never would have left you."

"I know and that's ok," he relented. "You helped me take care of him afterwards, so I hope that takes care of the problem, once and for all."

"Timmy," Seth began, "are you really gay?"

Timmy suddenly started to turn red, since he wasn't sure if he should answer Seth's very direct question.

"Look, it's not a big deal if you are," Seth continued. "You must have guessed by now that Logan and I are gay, because those were some of our pictures that Logan put in Ray's locker."

"Yes," I added, "and you don't know how much it hurt us to have to sacrifice two of our favorite photos, just so we could teach that bugger a lesson."

Timmy looked up at us and started laughing. It actually felt good to see this happen.

"Maybe I'll have to take some special pictures of myself and send them to you, to make up for the ones you donated for my rescue," he joked, at least we thought it was a joke, so we all started laughing.

"You do that," I retorted. "I'd love to have a picture of your cute little body decorating my wall."

"Me too," Seth added. "That would probably make me forget all about those other pictures."

Timmy stopped laughing and had this thoughtful look suddenly come over his face. We weren't exactly sure what he was thinking or if there was a problem, but we knew we'd probably find out shortly.

"Do you guys really think I'm cute?" Timmy asked.

Seth and I quickly looked at each other and then answered in unison, "YES!" Timmy continued to study our expressions and seemed to be involved in some very deep thoughts, before he spoke again.

"You know, I do think that I'm gay," he admitted. "It's just that I've never done anything with any other boys, so I can't really be sure, I guess. I know I like to look at naked boys whenever I get the chance, like when we take showers together, and then I dream about doing things with them later, but I've never really done anything. I just don't have the nerve to ask any of them if they would be willing to do something with me. Ray did catch me looking at that boy one time, and I did get hard when he mentioned it, but I wasn't hurting anybody else, so I couldn't understand why he was making such a big fuss about it. It's not like I touched the other guy or tried to do something to him."

"We know," I said comfortingly. "Guys like Ray just don't care about the details. They merely get a thrill out of making other people miserable. Heck, I'd be willing to bet he's snuck a few glances of his own and checked out some of the other guys in the shower. His making a big deal about you doing it was, most likely, to draw attention away from his own activities. No one would suspect him of doing it, especially not when he was accusing others."

"And I'll bet he'll be a lot more careful in the future about his activities now," Seth added, "since he'll know you're willing to tell his friends about the pictures in his locker at camp. He can claim a frame-up all he wants, but his friends are still going to start watching him more closely, as well as questioning his actions and motives, so he won't be able to do anything that might look bad for him."

We all had another good chuckle about this, before I decided to put another question to Timmy.

"Timmy, would you like to do something with another boy, such as us?" I asked, very directly. "Seth and I are willing to help you out and teach you some things, if you want to try something.'

Timmy hesitated, but only briefly, before he answered.

"Yes, I'd love that, but are you two sure you want to do this with me?" he wondered. "I don't want you to feel you have to, just because you feel sorry for me or you don't think I can find someone on my own."

"No way, Jose," Seth responded. "We're doing this because we like you and," he hesitated just a second before he continued, "and because we're both a little selfish and would like to get into your pants."

I wasn't ready for Seth to be quite so direct, so I didn't react well to what he said. Timmy stared at him for a second and then he started to laugh.

"You mean you guys what to do this with me, too? You really want us to do things to each other?" he asked, as if he could really believe this to be true. "That's really nice and I'm glad I ended up in the same cabin with you guys, even if it did mean that I had to be in with Ray too."

"Well, what's your answer?" I asked, as I pressed him a little more.

"Yes, absolutely. I'd love for you guys to teach me things and I wouldn't mind seeing you guys naked again either, since I was kinda careful and didn't really look very long at you before," he confessed. "There's only so much you can see when you're trying to only take quick glimpses in the shower."

Timmy then dropped his head and eyes, as he looked at the ground, because he realized he had just revealed one of his secrets. It wasn't long, therefore, before that all to familiar red tint began to spread across his face again, as his circulatory system betrayed his true feelings.

While Timmy was trying to regain his composure, I gave a quick scan, over and around the bushes, to make sure we were alone. Once I was convinced we were, then I resumed the conversation.

"All right, let's get undressed then and see if we can teach this boy a trick or two," I suggested, while releasing an evil laugh.

We all hurriedly started to take off our clothes, but Seth and I were a lot quicker, since Timmy was busy cautiously checking us out. I could tell he was a little embarrassed that his body wasn't as physically mature as ours, but he was younger, so that was to be expected.

"Hey, don't sweat the small stuff, Timmy. We both know what you've got, because we've snuck our peaks in the shower too," I told him, to ease his mental reservations. "I know you are worried that we'll think you're not mature enough for us, but your wrong. We couldn't care less about that."

"How did you know what I was thinking?" he asked, amazed at what I'd just told him.

"Because we've all felt that way at one time or another, so it's nothing new," I offered. "You'll reach puberty soon enough and then you'll be where we are now. It's not a big deal. It's not only your body that we're interested in, because it's you and who you are that we want to get to know better. We're doing this because we like Timmy, the person, not just that we want to have sex with him. We wouldn't be doing this with just anyone, so you should feel honored."

"Thanks, that makes me feel better." Timmy replied, just before he removed the rest of his clothing.

We all took a few minutes to admire the naked flesh before us and Timmy made sure to check both Seth and I out, extensively. When I thought he'd had sufficient time to complete his visual inspection, I moved over and let my lips brush against his. At first, he was somewhat shocked by my boldness, but then he moved his head toward mine and continued what I had started. As we resumed our kiss, I let my tongue slip into his mouth, so I could sample his boy flavor. Seth moved behind Timmy and started to kiss his neck and back while I worked on his mouth. Timmy was really getting into the kissing and I soon found his tongue dueling with mine, as he tried to return the favor.

After Seth and I finished kissing him, we both took up new positions in front of Timmy, with each of us hovering over one of his pink, dime-sized boy tits. We then worked on him in stereo and allowed our tongues to taste, tease and bathe those virgin nipples to erection, before we clamped onto those nubs to apply the suction that would drive Timmy wild. While we were nursing on his young breasts, I reached down with one of my hands and began to massage and stimulate his scrotum and hairless, little, pre-pubescent, cut cock. Timmy was moaning quite loudly now, while writhing and squirming about, as we continued to show him the pleasures of boy-to-boy sex.

After doing this for a while, I decided it was time to move to the next level, so I grasped his small tool between my thumb and first two fingers and began to pump away. Seth and I held him up, since he nearly collapsed from all of this stimulation, and soon he was experiencing his first dry orgasm at the hand of another person. It was an intense climax for him, as we watched and felt his body shudder from the pleasure of his dry release. Then we had to lower him to the ground so he could rest for a while next, because he could no longer remain standing under his own power. We watched him closely, as he slowly returned from this sexually induced stupor.

"That was absolutely amazing," Timmy sighed, as soon as he could find his voice. "I thought I'd enjoy it, but I never realized it would be that great."

"And it will only get better after this," Seth advised him. "This is just the beginning, because there's so much more to do and so many ways to enjoy it."

"I can't believe it can get any better than this," Timmy observed. "That was pretty incredible."

"Yes, I'm sure it was," I stated, adding my opinion, "but Seth is right. There is much more that can be done and it absolutely gets better. Do you want to try doing anything to us?"

"YES! Can I?" he nearly shouted, as he revealed his excitement.

"Of course you can," I offered. "Just do what you want to either one of us."

Timmy spent the rest of the time kissing us both and tactilely exploring our bodies, before he jerked both of us off to very strong releases. He was quite amazed when we shot our loads and eagerly pointed at the pools of cum. He wanted to know what it was, since he had never heard about this before, so we explained everything we could. Timmy was an eager student and absorbed all the information we gave him. He was still super excited as we walked back to our cabin, but this time he was feeling much better about himself and who he was.

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