Date: Sun, 24 Nov 2019 13:29:17 +0000 (UTC)
From: Brock Archer <brockarcher@yahoo.com>
Subject: Coming of Age in Texas Chapter 14

Typography Note: Sentences in [brackets] represent the narrator's unspoken
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Coming of Age in Texas: Chapter 14: Missed a Spot


I panicked and tried to think what to do when I heard Johnny's footsteps
climbing the stairs. Johnny had spent so much time at our house that he was
practically considered family.  I quickly grabbed a pair of underwear and
pulled them on, but Troy was not so quick. He had managed to pull up a pair
halfway when the door opened.

"Oh, hey, Troy," Johnny said nonchalantly, strolling right past me and
plopping himself on the bed as if he had seen absolutely nothing out of the
ordinary. "Come to see Rick's underwear collection? Yeah, I've had a few
`undies parties' myself with the stuff we've collected from Mike's photo
shoots."

"You?" It's the only word I could manage to get out.

"Yeah, Hightower asked to see them, and then Morgan, and then
Czynski. Hell, I might as well have invited the whole team and gotten it
over with."

Troy and I laughed, and before we could say anything else, Johnny pointed
at the briefs Troy had barely managed to get on. "Those look good on you,
Troy." It was the ultra-skimpy bikini. "You should have seen Rick trying to
get that horse cock of his into them. He tucked and squirmed like a
contortionist. I thought he was going to castrate himself before he finally
gave up."

Troy and I couldn't help but laugh, which gave us a chance to catch our
breath and relax a bit. Troy even plopped down on the bed across from
Johnny.

"Did you get the same collection?" asked Troy, surprising me that he had
regained his composure. I was not so quick.

"I'm thirsty. Anybody want a glass of water?" I asked, trying to change the
subject...and the atmosphere.

They both nodded in the affirmative, and I left the room. Actually, I was
dying to pee, and I used the water as an excuse to go to the
bathroom. After I emptied my bladder and splashed water on my face, I went
down to the kitchen and returned to my room with three bottles of water.

During my absence, Johnny and Troy had gotten into a conversation as
natural as the sun rising in the east and setting in the west. They were
going through the rest of the underwear, commenting on them and joking
around. They had begun talking about which faculty member would look good
in which pair, just as Troy and I had done earlier. [Earlier? What time is
it? What day is it? What year is it?]

"What are you doing here anyway?" I asked Johnny. Then, suddenly realizing
how that must have sounded, I added, "I mean, I thought you and your folks
weren't coming back until tomorrow."

"There was some kind of emergency at Dad's company," he said, "so we had to
come back early, and I thought I'd swing by and see if you wanted to grab a
burger."

"Well—"

"How about you, Troy? You hungry?" Johnny continued.

If Troy was half as hungry as I was, he was starving.

I ordered a triple burger with large fries and a large vanilla shake. "He's
a growing boy," Johnny said to Troy, pointing his finger at my crotch.

When we got back to the farm, I was exhausted despite the nap earlier. [How
long did I sleep anyway?]

I really just wanted to go to bed—preferably with Troy—but Johnny
kept Troy engaged. It was becoming clear to me that Johnny had taken
control of the evening, but I really didn't know what to make of that.

When Johnny announced that he should leave, Troy mentioned that his mom had
also gone away for the weekend.

"Well, if you have no commitments," said Johnny, "why don't you just stay
here?" I couldn't believe Johnny was reading my mind. "They've got a guest
house behind the barn."

"Why don't you think about it," I said, "while I walk Johnny out?"

After we walked down the stairs and out to the front porch, Johnny turned
to me, wiped a finger across my forehead, licked it, and said, "Missed a
spot."

My jaw practically hit the ground, and when Johnny got to his car, he
turned, looked me in the eye, winked, and gave me a thumbs-up.

"That sonofabitch," I said to no one there. "He knew all along."

When I got back to my room, Troy had already stripped again in preparation
for bed. "Collect your things," I commanded. "I'm taking you to the guest
house."

Troy looked at me with a combination of bewilderment and dejection. "It's
good," I reassured him. "The guest house has a king-size bed."

Lying naked together in the guest house, Troy and I kissed and fondled each
other, but I was just too exhausted to go any further. "It's OK," he
said. "We've got all the time in the world."

The next morning, I awoke early, as I always did. Troy was still asleep,
and I was almost overcome by the sight of him. He looked so peaceful and so
beautiful. I wanted so much to grab him up in my arms and squeeze him, but
I also wanted him to rest.

I decided to go into the kitchenette to see if there was any orange juice
in the fridge when I started to hear rumblings in the room that we called
the bunkhouse. Of course, I thought, Carlos and Eddie are getting up to do
the morning chores, the ones that I used to do. But the sounds I heard were
not those of two men getting dressed. They were moans and
grunts. Hmmm. Carlos and Eddie were cultivating more than crops, it
seemed. I slipped back into the guest room so as not to disturb them.

"Morning, handsome," Troy said when he awoke much later.

"Ah, you're awake," I said.

"Awake and rarin' to go," he said. "Come here, gorgeous."

I removed the underwear I had put on and crawled naked back into bed next
to Troy.

As I held Troy in my arms, I confessed to him that I had never lain with a
guy before—not like this anyway. I told him that this was also my first
time kissing a boy and my first time getting a blow job from one. And I
told him that I had never sucked off a guy. "Something tells me," he said,
"that you've got a lot of firsts yet to come."

He rolled over to face me and gave me the most sensual kiss. He started to
re-enact the kissing and licking pattern that he had demonstrated the night
before, but I stopped him, looked him in the eyes, and whispered, "No. Now
it's my turn." I flipped him over on his back and began kissing and licking
him from head to toe. When I got to his beautiful cock, I just rubbed it
softly against my cheek and moved on. Eventually, I came back to that holy
place and kissed the tip of his penis. It was a new experience for me to
put my mouth on another man's penis, but it felt so good and so right.

I sucked and swallowed as much of Troy's penis as I could, trying to
emulate the techniques he had employed on me. I took short breaks
periodically to rise up and kiss his lips and then go back down on
him. When he began to squirm and moan louder and his dick began to pulsate,
I knew he was close. When he finally exploded in my mouth, I was a bit
shocked at first, but shocked in a good way. A very good way. It felt like
another milestone in my sexual development, not just because I did it, but
because I did it with a guy I really liked. With my mouth full of Troy's
cum, I pulled myself forward, and deposited his seed into his open and
waiting mouth. Then, I kissed him, and we feasted on the ejaculate
together. I couldn't imagine anything else being so delicious.

Troy and I lay in bed together for the longest time just holding each
other. I had never really cuddled with any of the girls I had hooked up
with. We just fucked and moved on. Or fucked, rested a few minutes, and
fucked again.

"That was incredible," Troy finally declared. "Yeah?" I asked. "Was it
really or are you just trying to be polite."

"Oh, baby, I would never deliberately try to be nice to you," he
teased. "No, seriously, I did not know that a blow job could feel that
good. I mean, I haven't had a lot, but that one was probably the best."

"I don't know whether being called a great cocksucker is a compliment or
not," I said, "but I'll take it." Following another stretch of silence when
we just enjoyed being with each other, I asked, "Have you ever...I
mean...have you—"

"...fucked a guy?" he completed my question. "No," he replied. "In that
regard, I'm still a virgin."

"Have you thought about it? Is it something you think you might like to
do?"

"Sure I've thought about it," Troy said. "As to whether I would like it, I
guess I won't really know until I've tried it."

"But you would try it, huh?"

"Yeah, I think so...with the right guy...at the right time."

Of course, I wanted to ask who, when, but I decided to let it go for now.

Troy and I showered, ate breakfast, and sucked each other off again. That
was my first experience with a 69. I was experiencing lots of firsts. Since
our parents would soon be returning from their trips, we decided to take
separate cars into town for lunch so we could go our separate ways
afterwards. Troy suggested that we invite Johnny to join us for lunch, and
I said, "Sure. Why not?"

Having Johnny join us for lunch felt a bit strange. I wouldn't say that it
was uncomfortable. It was more like we all shared a secret that nobody was
ready to talk openly about yet.


When everyone got back from their weekend getaways, Mike called another
meeting of the Italian Tuxedos Club. He began by explaining that while they
were in New York, he and our parents had met with his agent to finalize
plans for our trip to Greece and Italy. They had worked out the schedule
with the Andrew Christian folks about the shoot in Greece and with Armando
for the one in Rome, and they had also negotiated who would pay for
different parts of the trip. "But don't worry about that," he said.
"Everything's been taken care of. You won't have to pay for a thing."  Our
family and the Andersens were not surprised since their sons had been
through this kind of experience already, but Mrs. Mazure and Troy were
bowled over.  "So, here's the plan," Mike continued. He explained that he
and the three boys—"yes," he said, eyeing Troy, "three boys—will go
first to Greece for a week. It will be a good opportunity for Troy to
observe my shoot so he can get an idea of what to expect with Armando's
shoot in Rome. For that leg of the trip," he added, "the parents are
welcome to come along or not. The choice is yours." Everyone looked at each
other as if trying to figure out who would not want to go.

"From Greece, we'll fly to Rome for your shoot," he said, pointing to Troy,
Johnny, and me. Everyone needs to be in Rome because you have to supervise
the shoot.

"Now, Phase Three," Mike announced, much to our confusion." [There's a
Phase Three?]  "From Rome, I'm taking my family to Ireland for a week to
explore our roots. The rest of you can join us, go your own way, or come
home." After a bit of murmuring among ourselves, Mike almost shouted
sternly, "Except you!" he said, pointing to Troy. Troy looked like he had
just been shot.

"You, my good friend, will remain in Italy for another month." Troy and his
mother were both star struck. "I have arranged for you to take an intensive
advanced course in Italian."

"`Advanced' means you get to learn all the dirty words," Johnny elbowed
Troy.

"Jonathan Andersen!" Mrs. Andersen scolded.

"That course will take place not only in Rome, but also in Florence,
Venice, Milan, or wherever you decide to go. In Milan, you will have a tour
of La Scala, the famous opera house, and meet with faculty from the Academy
for the Performing Arts. I didn't know if you would want to take lessons
from them or just have discussions, so you can let me know, and I'll pass
the word along."

"Mrs. Mazure," Mike continued, "You can stay with Troy or I can arrange for
someone to oversee him. And, like I said, everything's covered."

We were all flabbergasted. Troy, Johnny, and I ran up to my room to chat
about all the crazy things we were going to do as our parents remained
downstairs to talk about what they needed to do to keep us from going
crazy. From then until June, it was hard to focus on anything else, but
focus we must.

Troy and I played again the following weekend and agreed that we would
continue our budding relationship, but not exclusively. We agreed that we
liked each other and wanted to see how things developed, but we also agreed
that we both needed to get more experience with other people to see if our
feelings for each other were real.

I continued to hang with girls, often ending up in bed, but sometimes
not. I had more double dates with Johnny, but those were becoming fewer and
farther between. I even took Hightower's sister to the junior prom.
Hightower took me aside before the dance and told me that if I did anything
to hurt his sister, he would rip my balls off, and I knew that he was only
half kidding. I dated girls not just to "pass" for straight, but also
because I really enjoyed being with them. I still didn't know if I was gay,
straight, bisexual, or something else. It was just too early to decide, and
I saw no reason to try to rush the process.

I also met up with guys I found online or were introduced to by Troy. A
couple of times, Troy took me to "bate parties" in Temple or Killeen.
Typically, these parties consisted of a group of guys sitting around in a
room jerking off (i.e. "bating"), either individually or in concert with
each other. Troy told me...and even showed me...other rooms where guys were
doing more: sucking each other off or fucking. I didn't know quite what to
make of it all...but my dick did.