Date: Thu, 13 Sep 2018 21:16:39 -0400 From: George DeCarlo Subject: A Gay Boy's High School Years - Chapter 8 October 3rd, 1978 It's me, Alan. I'm back. And although I'm no longer a student here at Waterford, I thought I would update you on the goings on in my life. I was drafted into Vietnam when I turned 18. But I was smart. I managed to get myself assigned to NATO War HQS in Germany. Had sex a few times with a German soldier. I took a European out and published an anti-war newspaper for American GI's. There's a good chance someone has a CIA file on me somewhere. I met a man in Berlin who was Dutch and I moved to Holland to live with him. He was a pianist and lived on the Prinsengracht. He was the one who taught me how to make love to a man. And the sex. It was like nothing I'd ever felt before. He drank Dr. Pepper. It was the only thing he drank other than coffee and water. every once in a great while, when I'm feeling nostalgic and missing him, I'll drink a diet Dr Pepper myself because it reminds me of how he'd taste when we kissed. I just came here to say, that even in this forsaken world, this horrible unjust world, there is still a chance to happiness. I say this as a message to all gay high school boys. Find your jock, or your nerd, and fuck all over the school. Make a creamy mess everywhere. It's a cliche, but like all cliches, it's the truth. I was walking around Waterford Hills the other day and saw some kid make fun of another gay kid. Asked if he wanted to suck him off and tauntingly grabbed his package. I got right up in his face and told him "No, but I'll kick your tight little virgin ass so hard, you won't sit down for a week." -Alan L. P.S. The following will also be necessary. 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They came in sequences of five, with lower and upper case letters and numbers: I didn't have a clue what these meant. Were they passcodes to some sort of capsule that he buried somewhere on the school grounds? He did say that it would make sense in the future, so maybe I should keep reading. ************************ I pondered the rest of that day with those letters. That is, until Joe, Frank's cute ass brother, came up to me to talk. I was sitting at one of the tables in the atrium and he just sat down next to me and smiled. "Hey?" I raised my eyebrows a bit and gave him a wave. I really didn't know him that well, so I was confused as to why he would just sit down with me. Maybe Frank told him something? "So... you're gay, right?" Wow. He jumped right out with that question. "Uh... yeah." I said, still unsure as to where this conversation was gonna go. "Cool, cool." He said to me and looked away to the side a bit. I got a good shot of his jet black hair and slight freckled cheeks. God, I could just melt right there. "So, uh... I am... too?" He really lowered his voice for that last part, so it looked like he was still holding onto some shame about it. That was me two years ago, so I could relate. With one hand holding up my head on the table, I just smiled, and we began talking. ************************ We walked all the way to the football locker room to talk. Along the way, Mr. Huff asked us if we needed something from the football locker room. How naive. He doesn't know what gay boys do. "So I'm guessing Frank knows?" I asked him. "Yup, he was the first one I came out to. He gave me a big hug and told me how proud he was of me. Then he took me to see a movie." It was exactly like when I came out to him in freshman year. God, that guy is amazing. "Dude, your brother is the big brother every gay guy wished they had growing up." We laughed a bit. "So when exactly did you first know?" I changed the topic slightly. "I think I was 11. I had a friend same age as me. Michael Hopwood." He looked up dreamily as he told me. I had the same look on my face. Michael Hopwood was one of my major crushes in middle school. He continued, "I worshipped him. He was smart and strong and fast and laughed and ran and wrestled and made me so so happy to just be near him. Flaxen hair. Apple cheeks. Black eyes. He smelled like a boy. All boy. Not pretty like a girl. You know? I didn't know I had a crush on him. I didn't know what that was. But I pined for him when he was not around. One morning, waking up from a sleepover, I looked down at his tousled head. A random thought pierced me. I want to kiss him. I want to actually kiss his lips and never never stop. I didn't? have all the right words yet, but that is the exact moment I knew." He looked like he had a boner by the end of that sentence. "So you done with your monologue, Shakespeare?" I joked. "Haha... I mean it wasn't exactly easy coming to terms with it. I'm a gay male with a Latin upbringing. Homoseuxality was seen as Satan's work by my parents." He said. The mood got a bit more grim when he said that and our smiles wavered a bit. "Oh, and also. Once I realized I was gay I realized I was different from Frank. I had always been a wrestling fan, ever since I was a kid. But I loved it for different reasons my brother liked it. He was all about the theatre and spectacle of it. I was more into hot hunky men in tights grabbing at each other. What could a young gay boy want more. I had a lot of favorites in the squared circle." I started smiling again when I said that and "mm-hmmed" in agreement. "Headbutt this locker before every game. - Montecalvo, #62" I saw, written on the inside of one of the locker doors in the football locker room with black marker. "Oh man, this locker room. I would spend so much time just accidentally dropping things, just to see guys' asses. Oh god, they're so hot." He said, as a lump started to grow in his pants again. "You know, last year,one of my brother's jock cliche football friends was spending the night. I just waited until they were playing video games, took his dirty underwear out of his bag, ran back to my bedroom... That dick smell; I love it so much. The rush of stealing something, the rush of maybe you'll get caught, imagining his dick in there just a few hours ago. Even 10 years on that's still one of my top 10 orgasms. My adrenaline was really pumping." At that, I started to get hard too. "Then there's the time with Mr. Salton. My first time with another guy. It was after school in the locker rooms. He was taking a shower. I went back for something. A book, my jockstrap. I don't remember. Anyway, there he was all naked soaping himself. He saw me there, a big boner under my chinos. Shit. I walked right into the shower with all my clothes on. God down on my knees and sucked him off right there. I know, dirty right? Lingering around in the locker room with the gym teacher? Told me to see him in my dreams." His cock was massive now, threatening to tear through the fabric of his pants. "I guess that's when I truly realized I like dick. I wanna get fucked by dick. I wanna suck dick. I like sucking dick, and I'm good at it too. Eat them meat. Always." "You know, I let Jon Taub fuck me. Like he was in another place. A beautiful place. That place was me. I can still feel him. You should've seen it. He must've been at least 10 inches." I said, both of us now rubbing our erections. "Right out there on that field - that's where we did it." "Did he let you eat his ass? Did he let you suck his cock?" Joe asked, smirking into my eyes. I shook my head. "No, but I can say that I started out a tight end and wound up a wide receiver. But you should see my sheets at home." I said. At this point we were both fully hard, our erections tenting our pants. "Let me see... I just wanna compare..." So Joe lifted off the top of my pants down a little bit, exposing my undershorts outlining my rock hard cock to him. He then pulled down his pants. "Damn. Nice" I said, staring at his manhood. It reminded me of his brother Frank's, but slightly smaller, still beautiful in its masculine glory. It looked amazing. Long and thick, and nice balls, too. Perfectly shaved, so it looked much bigger without pubic hair." "You have to take care of my under shorts" I said, so Joe did. He pulled them down, to see my cock still growing harder by the second. Joe grabbed my head,and kissed me. Passionately, but hard. It was amazing to be there, finally fulfilling the dream that had been taunting me for so long. He was running his fingers through my hair, soft and smooth, our tongues intertwined in their kiss, which was getting much more intense. We grabbed each others dicks, and caressed them slowly. Both of our skin was soft,and we tugged slightly. I moaned softly, and Joe liked it. Joe pushed me away so he could stare into his eyes and said "Get on your knees, and suck my cock, Jason" with a ferocity that sent Joe into a frenzy. I dropped to my knees, and took his cock into my mouth. It was the most amazing blowjob He had ever received, from anyone. I could deepthroat like no other, and I was fucking proud of it. Joe moaned and groaned in ecstasy. I enjoyed pleasuring this handsome jock immensely, and wished it hadn't taken us so long to get to this point. Joe pulled away from me and motioned me towards the bench. "Want some protein? I'm gonna fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk for the rest of the day" he said. And he did. I took his cock like a man, buttfucking in school. Yes, I did! To me, there's nothing more sexy than a handsome guy with a great chest on top of me and making love to me and suddenly, he lets out a loud, strong, manly groan and raises his upper body in the air, leans back and sticks his chest out with one last thrust as he buries his penis in me as deep as he can, tips his head back and moans in ecstasy as I feel his warm semen get blasted into me. I love loud and intense orgasms. We made a mess all over the football locker room. For the rest of the day, everyone wondered why I barely stood up and only limped when I did.