Date: Tue, 21 May 2013 22:37:54 -0700 From: Douglas DD DD Subject: Diamond Dreams Chapter 23 Welcome back. All of the usual Chapter 1 disclaimers apply. That said, please donate to Nifty. Please, be safe. In this chapter four boys find out the meaning of "get a room." One of them ends up facing harsh consequences because of their lack of judgment. Also, Eric and Noah move beyond the dating process, the result being a serious discussion with Eric's parents. CHAPTER 23 FATHERS AND SONS Kevin, Kraig, and Hunter were all visiting Lars. Kevin had spent the night with Lars while Hunter spent it at the twins' house. Lars's sister, Ann, spent the night at a friend's house. His little brother, Alex, was with their mother visiting in Centralia. It was Saturday, but Lars's dad was at work at the community college participating in a workshop being put on by the Gay, Lesbian, Bi, and Transgender (GLBT) Association at the school. Even though they'd had sex the night before, Kevin and Lars were still very horny and decided to invite Hunter and Kraig over to double their fun. While Hunter wasn't keen about doing any group sex, he usually made an exception with Kevin and Lars, as well as with Korey. Even with those boys, he often got uptight about watching other boys fuck. Lars and Kevin both agreed they wouldn't do more than give out blow jobs. That promise got Hunter to relax some. The boys played around before getting sexual. As far as Hunter was concerned, they could have continued playing games. The four of them went to the living room, wanting to be daring about where they performed their sex. They talked about getting naked, and finally stripped down to their underpants. When they reached that objective, they drew cards to see in what order they would strip; low card would be first. Lars drew a three, which turned out to be the low card. He tried to be as erotic as a horny thirteen year old could be. He slipped out of his tight, white briefs, revealing a nearly bald and very slender four inch cut boner. He was proud of the fact that he'd found two tiny slivers of blond hair in his pubic region, although nobody else could see them without getting to within a few inches of their location. Kraig was next, kicking off his pair of UW Husky boxers. His four-and- half inch cut boner was perfectly proportioned and covered with a nest of hair that perched above the base of his cock. The top was so straight it looked as if he had shaved the region above it, which was not the case. Kraig's twin, Kevin, was next, his cock an exact copy of his twin brother's. Nobody could tell that it was an eighth of an inch longer, or so Kevin claimed after the last time the two had measured each other. He pulled off a pair of bright red bikini briefs. That left Hunter, who had drawn a queen. He was wearing blue and yellow checked boxers. He overcame his momentary embarrassment, pulling them down to his ankles, then kicked them off. He had the biggest cock, a thick sausage that was five inches, with a large bush of pubic hair. He was proud of being the most sexually mature boy of the group. The four of them were hard and horny, and even Hunter was ready to get off, although he wasn't sure how it would end up happening. In fact none of them were positive what they wanted to do, especially considering Hunter's sensitivities. After a lot of debate, during which none of the young teens could keep his hand off of his own cock, they agreed to trade blow jobs. Hunter was so horny he was more than willing, as long as he could suck Kraig. Lars, being Lars, had to suck on his own cock first. He often did that to start their sex play. Sometimes he got so worked up at it, he would suck himself to cum, which got anybody who was watching very excited. This wasn't one of those times; he wanted Kevin's cock in his mouth very badly. He stopped sucking himself and rolled off his back and on to his knees. Kraig and Kevin lay back on the couch as Hunter and Lars each got between the legs of the boy they often called his boyfriend. Hunter licked the very tip of Kraig's cock, lapping up the precum that was flowing generously from the pee slit. Lars found himself doing the same to Kevin. The twins moaned with the euphoric feeling they received as Hunter and Lars pleasured them. While each of the four boys pretended not be into what any of the others were doing, they were continually stealing glances at the ongoing action. Kevin looked over at Hunter, who had almost all of Kraig's nearly five inch cock in his mouth. Kraig looked at Lars, who was sucking, and licking Kevin while fondling his own smooth hanging balls. Hunter and Lars were both hard and the twins looked at the contrast between the two boys. Hunter sported a thick five inch boner, with dark skin and a purple head, his pubic area covered with more pubic hair than the twins had combined. Hairs were even starting to sprout out of his balls. Lars, on the other hand, had a little over four inch boner, which was white and slender, the thin head pink, with no pubic hairs anywhere to be seen. Kevin thought Lars had the most beautiful cock in Mayfield, if not the entire world. It was hard for them to believe that the two contrasting sexual organs and pubic regions belonged to boys only two months apart in age. Lars had just turned fourteen and Hunter's fourteenth birthday was less than a month away. The four boys were so engrossed in each other and in their sexual acts they failed to hear a car coming into the driveway. Kevin was moaning loudly with orgasmic delight, cumming hard into his lover's mouth, when Lars's dad walked into the living room. For the second time in two weeks, somebody being caught in the act of sex would have an effect on the Mayfield Go to State boys. "What the HELL is going on here?" Neil Anderson shouted as he looked at the four naked young teens engaged in oral sex on his living room couch. The screeches coming from the four boys could probably be heard for miles. Lars was trying desperately to swallow Kevin's cum without coughing and choking. "Get dressed! Now! All of you! And you three get the hell out of my house." As Lars released Kevin's cock a line of cum connected his mouth to Kevin, which infuriated Mr. Anderson even more. He had seen enough and he stomped out of the living room as the four boys scrambled to grab their underwear and run up to Lars's room, which was where their clothes were. Lars was sobbing hysterically, "Oh, I'm fucked, I'm so, so, so, fucked." Hunter wasn't feeling much better. "If your dad calls my dad, we're equally fucked." He could feel the tears welling up in him as well. The twins didn't share the deep concern of their friends. They figured their dad knew they messed around. To them it wasn't that big a deal. However, they were also aware that their friends were indeed in big trouble. It was obvious their fathers might not be as open minded as the twins' father was. Hunter, Kevin, and Kraig made sure they had all of their stuff. Kevin gave Lars a hug, trying to tell him everything would be okay. Lars wasn't convinced. He knew his father's feelings about gays, and he knew things were not going to be okay. The three boys ran out of the house, heading for the twin's house, leaving Lars alone to face his father. Lars knew his father would be coming into his room at any moment. He had donned nothing but his white briefs while his friends dressed. He didn't care whether or not his father saw him dressed; in fact he cared so little he pulled his briefs down to his ankles and then kicked them off. Fuck him, Lars thought angrily, he saw me swallowing cum, and me naked with a boner, so he can see me naked on my own bed. But as he heard his father approaching, he turned on his bed so that he was facing the wall, hiding his genitals from view. "What the hell was that about?" Lars's father shouted as soon as he entered the room. "What was what about?" Lars asked, not bothering to turn to face his father. As much as he tried to fight them, tears kept flowing down his smooth, pale cheeks. "That business in the living room. Were you actually giving somebody a blow job?" Neil Anderson didn't know which twin was which, so he substituted the word somebody for a name. "What did it look like I was doing?" Lars asked defiantly. "Don't you be getting smart with me young man. And why haven't you put any clothes on?" he asked as if he just noticed that his son was naked. Lars finally turned around, not only showing his father his tear moistened cheeks, but his young teen genitals. Neil Anderson was surprised that his first thought was how immature sexually his fourteen year old son was, how he had no pubic or body hair of any sort at all, and that he also displayed a long, thin circumcised penis as well as fairly low hanging balls. "I'm naked because this is me. I'm the guy you are the father of, and I am the way I am so you might as well see me all the way since you never have before." "What are you talking about?" Mr. Anderson asked. Up until this point he had always been grateful that Lars had been a pliant boy, and had become a pliant teenager. Back talk and temper tantrums didn't seem to be part of his makeup, but that had suddenly changed. "I'm talking how you hate gays, so you must hate me," Lars screamed, realizing that he may have just stuck his foot deep into his mouth. "I don't hate gays. I was even helping at their conference at the college today." Then the full import of what his son had said hit him. "Are you saying you're gay?" Lars looked at his father and said nothing. The silence told Neil Anderson all he needed to know. "Get dressed and we'll talk. Be down in the living room in five minutes." He left the room in a huff as Lars fought off more tears. He was not going to let his dad see him cry, even though his face was wet with tears. Lars got up and put on his white briefs. This is dressed enough for me, he thought. Lars had never felt rebellious before, but for reasons he couldn't comprehend, he now wanted to fight his father every step of the way. When Lars entered the living room, his father glared at him. "I told you to get dressed." "I am dressed," Lars said. "I mean get dressed like you would if you were leaving the house." Lars walked to the front door, opened it, and left the house as his father stared at him with a stunned expression on his face. Lars walked down the front sidewalk, onto the driveway and out onto the street. He crossed the street wearing just his briefs, even though it was cold and drizzly. He turned and walked back to the house, his smooth skin wet from the cool rain, and his briefs damp and clinging to his crotch. His father could make out the bulge of his son's penis. "Okay, I left the house wearing this, so I was dressed just the way you wanted." "You know what, you have really overstepped your bounds, son. You are now grounded indefinitely. You are not to go to the houses of those three boys, or any other of your friends. You will not participate in any activities outside of school with them, including that baseball club or whatever it is you have. And I am thinking of having you sit out baseball this spring as well. Get up to your room. You are not to leave it again for the rest of the day." "What if I have to pee?" "Except for that, now get the hell out of my sight. I'm going to talk to the fathers of your friends about how they have apparently corrupted my son and made him think he was gay." "They haven't corrupted anybody. We were messing around, and fuck you if you don't like it." Lars stared at his father with fury on his face. Any thoughts of breaking down and crying again had long since left him. He didn't move as his father walked over to him and calmly slapped his face. "Get out of my sight." Lars wanted to spit in his father's face, but as angry as he was from being slapped and humiliated, he had a moment of clarity that told him not to escalate things any farther. He went to his room as ordered, yanked off his briefs, and lay on his bed. With his father not there to see him, he bawled his eyes out. +++++++++++ Meanwhile the twins and Hunter ended up at the twin's house. All three scrambled up to the boys' bedroom, their talk still about what had happened in Lars' s living room "I can't believe his dad came in when you were squirting in his mouth," Kraig said. "Better than pulling out and squirting all over the carpet," Kevin said. "I never got to cum." "Neither did me or Lars," Hunter said. "And after his dad calls my dad I may never get to cum again. My dad's gonna cut off my balls for sure." "Dudes, I feel for Lars. His dad's always saying shit against gays," Kevin said. "He says they want too many titles or whatever it is they want." "Lars is in deep shit," Kraig said. "So are we," Hunter added. "That's the good thing about telling us coming out to our dad," Kraig told him. "What's your dad going to say if he learns what happened." The boys talked a bit more before Hunter said he needed to go home. "I might as well be there when the shit hits the fan," he said. Kraig saw him to the door and gave him a hug. He was more than a bit disappointed when Hunter refused a kiss. When Hunter got home his dad was on the phone. Hunter stopped to listen and right away he could tell that his dad was talking to Lars's father. He thought about going straight up to his room, but then decided to stay and take his medicine right away. "Yes, Neil, I will talk to him...Yes, I understand, he is not to have Lars over here at the house...Neil, they were boys experimenting, it is not the end of the world, let the boy play baseball...No, I don't think Hunter is gay (Hunter cringed when he heard that, because he had the fear that he was gay)...Like I said, I'll talk to him, but I have no intention of punishing him..." Hunter let out a quiet sigh of relief. He decided it might be best if he went to his room so his dad wouldn't know he was eavesdropping. He said a quick and quiet, "Hi, dad," to indicate he was home and went to his room. He had expected his dad to be furious at his "gay" son, and now it looked like not only was his dad not mad at all, he didn't even think his son was gay. When Hunter got to his room he kicked off his shoes and lay on his bed. It wasn't long before he heard a knock at his door. "Come in dad." His father came in with a serious look on his face, much more serious than Hunter had expected after what he'd overheard. His father, Allen Hawkins, sat on the swivel chair at Hunter's computer desk. "I just got a phone call from Lars's dad." "He said he was going to call." "Do you have anything to say for yourself?" "We were just messing around. Nobody was supposed to come home until later. I didn't do anything wrong. I'm not gay," all came rolling out of Hunter's mouth as fast as he could say it. Allen Hawkins's mouth twitched into a hint of a smile. As he had walked up the stairs to Hunter's room he wondered how he was going to handle this situation. It wasn't like he'd never had a boy's cock in his mouth when he was Hunter's age, because he had—in fact, he'd played around when he was even younger than Hunter. He'd traded blow jobs and performed mutual masturbation with his buddies and teammates through his senior year at Mayfield High. Yet, at the time, he'd never questioned his sexual orientation, or so he thought. Just like Hunter had said, he'd just been messing around. He'd been certain for a few months now that Hunter and Kraig were sexually active. What had disturbed him recently was his own attraction to Hunter's friend Kraig, and even to Hunter himself. He recalled the almost erotic massage he'd given Kraig in this room a few months back, one that had obviously excited Kraig, Hunter, and himself. He was happy it hadn't gone any further than it did, and was somewhat disappointed as well. He had come to Hunter's room somewhat turned on by the thought of his naked son sucking the cock of his best friend next to two other boys. But that was a different story, and right now his concern was his son. "Relax, Hunter, I know you were just messing around. It's something boys your age have done since time began, I think. I'm not mad at you and I'm not disappointed in you in any way." "You're not?" Hunter breathed out a sigh of relief. "No. But I could give you some advice, however." "What?" "Next time, get a room." Hunter laughed for the first time since he'd been caught with Kraig's dick in his mouth. "Even if it's my room?" he said, feeling a bit cocky. "Just keep the noise down a bit next time." Hunter blushed a deep red, telling his father all he needed to know. "Dad?" Hunter asked. "Yes, son?" "Did you mess around when you were a kid?" His father's deep red blush told Hunter all he needed to know. "I do think I would like you to tone things down for a few weeks until all of this blows over," Allen told his son. "What do you mean?" "No spending the night, that kind of stuff." "Dad, why? You said I didn't do anything wrong." "Because for now it is the prudent thing to do. I don't want to act like nothing at all happened. After all, you did get caught having sex by the father of your friend, mainly because all of you showed poor judgment." "It's just for a little while, right?" "Right. Just until most of this blows over." Allen Harper ruffled his son's hair and left the room, greatly disturbed by the happenings of the day. ++++++++++++ "And boys, next time, get a room," was the advice the twins' father gave them, which was almost word for word what Hunter had heard from his father. To be careful was the essential theme of the father's lecture to his twin sons. The twins and Hunter traded LOLs as they texted each other back and forth about their talks with their fathers. Kraig was disappointed that Hunter had been put on restriction for awhile. The texts to Lars weren't as light hearted as he told them about the trouble he was in with his father. The big thing Lars couldn't understand was how his father could help the gay student group at the school, then say bad things about gays at home, and restrict him for saying, well hinting, that he was gay. Kevin felt for his boyfriend and missed him terribly already. Kevin and Kraig went up to their bedroom and shucked what little clothing they'd had on. They wore tank tops and baggy gym shorts during the talk with their father, and that almost felt like too much to the two thirteen year olds. "I am so horny I was getting boned up talking to dad just thinking what we were doing before Lars's lame dad came in," Kraig said. "It was hot and scary when you shot your wad just when he came in." "It was more scary than hot to me. I need a really good cum now and so do you," Kevin said. "Korey and Chandler are downstairs doing what sixth graders do, which is acting dorky. Maybe they're horny." "Those two are almost always horny, and they sure aren't dorky when they get horny, I can tell you that much," Kevin told his brother. "I guess I better do something or I'm gonna spend all my time worrying about poor Lars." Kraig gave his twin a quick loving hug and the pair headed downstairs to round up the two eleven year olds. Korey and Chandler were busily playing a video game on the big screen TV, clad in only long t-shirts and socks. The t-shirts were covering up their butts and crotch areas, but it was still pretty apparent that they weren't wearing any underpants. The twins hadn't bothered to put on anything and were naked. Their dad was sitting in his recliner reading. He was listening to music through a set of headphones and ignored the nudity and semi-nudity of the boys in the room. He and his wife had no problem with their sons running around the house naked, although there were certain rules to be followed. "Hey, do you guys want to play some games upstairs?" Kevin asked the two preteens. The faces of the eleven year olds instantly lit up. They had a good idea of what kind of games Kevin was referring to. After turning off the game, they followed the twins to the stairs, giving Korey and the twins' father a view of the bottom of their butt cheeks. Their father knew what would soon be happening behind the closed door of the bedroom. The twins had come out to him a few months back. He had no problem with the boys engaging in sexual play, but, as with their nudity, certain rules had to be followed. Even now, after their coming out, he was still surprised the twins believing they were gay. If he ever was going to peg one of his four sons as growing up gay, it would have been Korey and not the twins. He was certain Korey was gay and would come out as well when he grew into himself. He didn't have the maturity of the twins at that age and it could take him longer, but he wouldn't be surprised if it happened. Oh well, he thought, at least I have one straight son to give me grandkids some day. He knew the odds of three of his four sons being gay were slim to none, but he accepted things for what they were. He also had a feeling deep down that at least one, of not both, if the twins would end up realizing he was heterosexual. As soon as the four boys entered the bedroom, Korey and Chandler shed their shirts, their little, circumcised boners pointing up into the air. Korey's three inches pointed straight up, while the almost four inches of Chandler stood out at an angle that was not quite as acute. "We're sorry about you guys getting caught and everything," Korey said. The twins had told the two boys about what had happened to them that afternoon. "I hope Lars doesn't get in big trouble." "I think he already is," Kevin said. "I'm sure glad we got a great mom and dad," Korey said. "That way if I'm gay I won't have to be scared to tell them." "My dad would kill me if I told him I was gay," Chandler said. "I think he'd be okay with it," Korey said. "Maybe, but I don't want to find out. I don't think I'm gay anyway, I'm just horny." He giggled and then asked if Lars had sucked his own dick before they got caught. Chandler, who was quite a lithe and agile boy, was totally impressed by Lars's unique ability. He was actually able to lick the tip of his little boy cock and tried it often. He was sure he would soon be able to suck on it just like Lars could as soon as it got longer. He got on Kevin's bed and propped his head up on a pillow, swinging his legs over his head as he flicked his tongue at his cock, just barely touching the tip of his turgid boy tool. Kevin not only admired Chandler's attempt at self-fellatio, he admired the pink boy hole centering the crack of Chandler's smooth, white ass. Chandler dropped his legs and grinned. "What are we going to do?" "How about I get to fuck you," Kevin said. "I haven't had your ass in forever. And a good sixth grader should get fucked by an eighth grader so they know their place." "I have been fucked by an eighth grader. Kraig got me a couple of weeks ago." Kevin glanced over at Kraig who blushed and nodded in agreement. "Well, then I really need to get you if Kraig got you. You have to get the full twin treatment." And that was how Chandler ended up on Kevin's bed, exchanging deep kisses; the preteen enjoying fondling the thirteen year old's hard cock and hairless, sagging balls. Kraig and Korey watched for a couple of minutes and then got involved in making out together as they wordlessly decided to share some brotherly love. Soon the lube had come out of a nightstand drawer and Chandler once again had his legs in the air as Kevin pushed his four and a half inch thirteen year old cock into Chandler's tight and hot eleven year old ass. Kevin always seemed to get an extra thrill from having sex with the son of his history teacher and baseball coach. He stopped for a moment to savor the moist heat of Chandler's ass before starting his slow, rhythmic thrusting. On the other bed the pace was different as Kraig was already hammering the hot boy hole of his younger brother. It didn't take long for Kevin to come up to speed, however, and soon the twins were almost in sync as they pounded the asses of their young partners. They worked hard to keep the volume level of their grunts, groans and moans down. One of their parents' rules was that they didn't want to hear what was going on if the boys had sex. Kevin came first, his sexual energy bottled up since the fiasco that afternoon, and he came with a fierce fury that almost shoved Chandler through the headboard. Chandler's body writhed at the ferocity of Kevin's cock plowing deep into him, often hitting his sweet spot, sending paroxysms of electricity through his pubescent being. He could feel the force of Kevin's cum firing into his bowels, and he followed up almost instantaneously with a wild orgasm of his own, firing his clear, watery cum to his face, his neck, his nipples, his belly, and his body head slamming the pillow as he had one of the most body wracking orgasms of his young life. Kevin collapsed onto Chandler's body, the young boy's cum gluing them together as they traded quick, yet passionate kisses. The sex on the other bed was good, but not as passionate. Kraig and Kevin had been having sex with Korey for over two years. While it wasn't boring or old hat, it also wasn't the same as the kind of passion Chandler could generate as a sexy, hot, horny boy who, while a frequent visitor as Korey's best friend and lover, did not have the familiarity their brother had. Also, Kevin had had an orgasm at Lars's house. Kevin and Chandler finally came to, cleaned up, brushed their teeth, and took care of business. "Can I sleep with you?" Chandler asked Kevin. Kevin smiled in pleasure and nodded yes since his mouth was filled with toothpaste. After they finished, Chandler was in Kevin's bed and Korey climbed into bed with Kraig. Of course, all four were naked. The younger boys liked to cuddle as did the twins. Kevin reached over to turn off the light when Chandler started telling about the plan he and Korey had. "When baseball starts me and Korey are going to have a contest." "Really? What kind of contest?" "We're going to see who can suck the most guys on the varsity baseball team." "Do me and Kevin count?" Kraig asked. "Yeah." "So we could agree to let Korey suck us, but not you, and that would help out our brother," Kraig said. "You wouldn't do that would you?" Chandler asked, somewhat shocked. He hadn't thought of that angle. "He is our brother," Kevin said. "We have to have our brother's back you know." "Then we won't count you." "Oh, but we hate to turn down BJs," Kraig said. "You gotta suck us." "But you said you wouldn't let me...oh, you guys are just messing with me." Kevin and Kraig both started cracking up and Chandler and Korey quickly joined them. "Baseball hasn't started yet, but maybe I can give you a BJ now. That way you'll be the first two and I won't have to worry about Korey always being where he can always get you and I can't," Chandler said. "Are you okay with that, Korey?" "As long as we don't do anybody else until after the first practice." Both of the eleven year olds quickly disappeared under the blankets and enjoyed the delights of tasty seed spewed from a sexy thirteen year old. "Well, I guess this is it," Noah said. "No turning back now." "We can always turn back," Eric said, "but I don't think we want to." "I know I don't want to. I guess I'm just nervous is all." "I'm the one who should be nervous. You've done this before." "It was different somehow." Noah squeezed Eric's hand. "Are you saying you're not nervous." "Hell yah, I'm nervous. Your parents know about you. Mine don't have a clue about me." "They know more than you think. And after what happened yesterday, I think this is the right time. It might as well come for us in our own way, not because something out of our control happened." Noah was referring to the incident at Lars's house, the gist of which Kevin had texted to both of them yesterday. "You're a little bit wrong about that," Eric said. "I am? How?" "First, we agreed to do this even before it hit the fan for Lars and them. All that did was make this more, um..." "Urgent." "Yeah, urgent. Good word." "Having a genius for a boyfriend has its advantages," Noah said, flashing the grin that Eric had grown to love so much. "And you're saying the word first implies that there is at least something that is second." "Second," Eric kissed Noah's soft lips, letting his tongue push into the partially open mouth before easing it back out and continuing. "Second is what happened last weekend." Eric thought back to last Friday night at Noah's house. They had decided to have a date, going out to The Bear, the only pizza parlor in Mayfield. Thirteen year old Eric and twelve year old Noah, both wise and mature beyond their years, sat next to each other in a booth, had salad and pizza and soft drinks, and held hands when they were sure nobody was looking. However, Gary, the owner of The Bear, missed very little of what happened in his establishment. He came over to their table and offered to refill the boys' soft drinks. He was so quiet the boys didn't hear him come up from behind him. They were holding hands and looking dreamily into each other's eyes. "What were you drinking, boys?" Gary asked, startling both boys and causing them to yelp. "Pepsi." "Dr. Pepper" Noah and Eric bleated out simultaneously. Gary smiled as he took their glasses, returning to the table with both of them full. The two boys had let go of each other's hand when Gary startled them, but they knew he had seen them. They agreed not to say anything if he didn't say anything. However, Gary wasn't quiet about what he saw, even though he didn't mention it directly. "It looks like you two really like each other," he said as he set the glasses down on the table. Knowing they couldn't deny anything, they merely nodded, their flushed faces telling everything. "It's good to see you liking somebody again, Noah." Gary had been at Bobby's Memorial Service and had heard Noah's comments regarding the relationship of him and Bobby. "You deserve somebody special, and I think you found him." As a sponsor of the Falcon baseball team, Gary had worked closely with Eric and the Go to State Team. "You be sure to take care of my friend, Noah," he told Eric in a serious voice, but with a friendly grin. "l will," Eric said. He rarely was at a loss for words, but this was one of those times. "I know he will," Noah said. "He's been my best friend for a long time, and now...I think he will be more." The boys hadn't discussed this aspect of their relationship during their time together. They were just happy to be together as friends. Other than jerking off together, there had been no sex between them since they'd agreed to date each other. "Just be careful. Mayfield is a pretty tolerant town, but it still has its share of close-minded people. You may want to get a corner booth next time you hold hands." "Thanks, Mr. Miller, we'll be more careful," Eric said. "My brother is gay," Gary said matter-of-factly. "He had his first boyfriend right around your age, maybe a year older. It wasn't always easy for him. Sometimes it still isn't. I'm glad you two are willing to be yourselves." "Thanks for saying that," Noah said. "Not only do you have the best pizza in town, you give the best pizza advice in town." "I have the only pizza in town," Gary said. "That doesn't keep it from being extra delicious," Noah said sincerely. The boys had planned for Eric to spend the night at Noah's house. When they got there they played games, then watched a movie with Shane, Lisa, and Nicky. It was past ten when the two headed for Noah's room to retire for the night. They undressed down to their underwear, which is what they'd been wearing when they slept together. "You can take your briefs off," Noah told Eric. "Why? Do you want to jerk off together?" Masturbating next to each other on a bed, or across from each other sitting on chairs, had been their only sexual contact. In fact it had been the only sex of any kind with another person for Eric in the past couple of months. "No," Noah said quietly. "I want to do more." Eric looked at his friend quizzically. "Are you sure?" "I've never been more sure of anything. Sitting there holding hands on our date, and after hearing what Gary said, I knew how much I really loved you. I couldn't ever find anybody more perfect than you." Eric sat next to Noah on the side of Noah's bed. He but his arm around his friend's bare torso and pulled him in close. "You're perfect, too," he whispered. "I want you so bad. I want to be your lover. I want to be your boyfriend. I love you very much, Noah." "I love you, Eric." Tears of happiness were dripping down the cheeks of both boys as a plethora of emotions surged through their young adolescent bodies. "I want you, too. I want you very, very much." Without ever saying it, both boys knew that this moment between them was going to come; they just didn't know when or how. But they both had the confidence that they would know when the time was right. That time, for both of them, was now, and neither boy had any doubt about it. The two of them fell on the bed, kissing gently, allowing their tongues to probe each other's mouth, letting their hands explore each other's body for the first time since before the terrible accident to Bobby. Yes, they'd had sex together before the accident, but that had been more as two horny friends testing the limits of that friendship. This time was different, and they instinctively understood that. They were in no hurry. They wanted to find out everything they could in intimate detail. Neither boy could remember when their underpants came off, or even how they came off. At some point the last things they were wearing ended up on the floor and they became aware of their hard pubescent cocks touching. Eric, a bit of a late bloomer, had a few small, scattered pubic hairs, while his twelve year old lover as bald as a baby. Yeah, Eric thought as he licked Noah's small erect pink nipples, we're lovers. Noah is my lover. He fits me, I fit him. They touched each other's necks and cheeks and asses and balls and thighs and underarms and nipples and bellybuttons and whatever they could find in between. Their kisses were passionate and intense and deep, yet surprisingly gentle. "I want you in me," Noah begged. "I need you in me." His body was asking for things in ways it hadn't since Bobby's death. His body was telling him what it wanted, and all he could do was follow. He was bright, mature, perceptive, and understood himself and others more than most of his peers ever would, but he was twelve and at some point the hormones started to tell his rational mind what it was they wanted. But he also knew that this was about more than hormones. Noah could feel the desire for Eric inside him, but he couldn't express why except to say he needed his friend. Eric lay on top of Noah and kissed him as he looked into his beautiful blue eyes, the eyes he loved looking into so much the first time they'd had sex together. "Your eyes are so gorgeous with your glasses off. You are so beautiful with them on or off." Noah kissed Eric's chin. "I gotta have you," Noah moaned." I gotta have you. Fuck me. Fuck me for the first time." "We've done it before." "Not like this. Not from the soul, from deep in the soul." Then Noah issued a surprise sob and said, "No, don't fuck me, don't fuck me. Make love to me. Make love to me. Oh, please, please, make love to me." Only Noah would talk like that, Eric thought. Only Noah, at age twelve, would be aware of the depth of somebody's soul, and Eric so loved him for it. The love flowing out of him for the boy underneath him was a force so far beyond his adolescent self that he didn't even pretend he could comprehend it. Like the loss of their underpants, neither boy could remember Eric entering Noah's smooth bubble butt. They just knew that suddenly he was there, that somehow he could slide in, that somehow he was slick enough to do so. Noah issued a long low guttural moan when he realized that Eric was inside of him, was touching his interior, was sharing his soul. Eric was thrusting, hard, but not fast. He was engaging in love making, not crass fucking. He'd been here before, on top of another boy, but never as a lover who had been invited in the way Noah had invited him. He thrust and moaned and Noah twisted and groaned. Noah's eyes were closed, his mouth open, his tongue out, his mind moving to the other dimension he sometimes experienced when he meditated. His room was gone, his bed was gone, he was floating and all there was in his world was him and Eric, his lover, his soul mate. He let Eric inside of him because wanted it—because Eric knew it was the right time. Noah was certain that from now on it would always be the right time—always. Nothing was said between the two as Eric thrust a bit harder, a bit faster, a bit deeper, touching the walls of Noah's tight rectum, hitting his sweet spot on a deep thrust, penetrating the bruised soul of the sensitive boy who had lost so much and was now starting to find as much as he'd lost. Noah belonged to Eric, Eric belonged to Noah, and they cried the cry of young lovers as Eric poured his boy cream into Noah's innards, and Noah covered himself with his sweet young pubescent honey. The moment was perfect, the sex was perfect, the love was perfect, their souls had touched—it was something the boys would never forget and would always cherish. In the week following that memorable night they agreed to come out to Eric's parents, and then to declare their love before Noah's parents. Noah had come out to his parents with Bobby, so with his parents it was more a matter of revealing Eric as his boyfriend than it was declaring his sexuality. Now the moment had arrived. Eric had told his mother and father that he and Noah wanted to talk to them that afternoon. Noah was right when he said there was no turning back now. In essence they had committed themselves, and now it was just a matter of following through. They sat together on the couch in the living room waiting for Eric's parents. Eric's mother came in carrying a tray of cookies, followed by his father with some cups of steaming hot chocolate. To Eric they were acting like this request for a meeting was nothing out of the ordinary; that all the boys wanted to discuss was their latest test scores. Hot chocolate was sipped and cookies were nibbled and nervous tension was high. "Well, we are gathered here this afternoon because..." Eric's dad said, leaving the end of his sentence open so it could be seen as either a question or as a declaration to be filled in. Eric grabbed Noah's hand and squeezed it, all but filling in the blank by saying nothing. "I guess we're here to, um, well, to come out." "Come out? As in coming out as gay?" Dennis Simmons asked calmly. "Yeah, and to tell you that we're boyfriends." The feeling of Noah's hand in his was incredibly calming. "Would it surprise you if I said I was wondering when you were going to tell me?" Eric's father asked. "You knew?" "No offense son, but it didn't take great detective work to figure it out. You either had a huge boy crush on Scott, or you had a genuine attraction to him. And with Noah it was even more apparent. You two fit together so well I couldn't help but wonder why you didn't latch on to each other from the moment we moved here." "You mean you're not mad, that you're okay with this?" "I love you son. I could never get mad at you because of who and what you are. You are a wonderful, intelligent, talented, and caring individual. I could not ask for a better son. So, no, I'm not mad at you. A bit disappointed maybe, but not angry." "Disappointed? In me?" "No, no, not in you. Disappointed in that I don't get my way in life. No parent asks for a gay child, but many of us get them. I would never want you to be gay, but you are. I guess I wanted you with all the bells and whistles and..." "...and grandchildren," Eric's mother cut in. Eric was a bit stunned. For the most part this was much less difficult than he had thought it would be. Not that it was easy, but he had been prepared for, well, he wasn't at all certain what he'd been prepared for, but not this. After what had happened to Lars, he was worried about what his parents would say. "There is no reason you can't have grandchildren, Mrs. Simmons," Noah said, speaking for the first time. "Noah, unless there is something about you that you've been hiding from the world, your having children is all but impossible," Eric's dad said. "But not totally impossible," Eric said. "We've been reading about it," Noah said. "We've read about gay couples paying a surrogate mother and she gets pregnant with the sperm of one of them, and she has a kid for them. So, see, you can have grandchildren." "You've been reading about this because you thought this might be an objection from us?" Eric's mom asked. "Yeah," Eric said. "And because some day we might want to have kids of our own." "You two are thirteen years old and planning for that far in the future?" "I'm twelve," Noah said unnecessarily. "And yes, we have been planning because we want to be boyfriends forever, or at least until we're old enough to get married." "And then what, you become like hetero married couples and become mortal enemies?" Eric's father said with a chuckle. He looked at the two boys on the couch who were still holding hands. They looked so young and so innocent, and yet he knew they were anything but innocent. He saw in them the optimism of youth, thinking that what they had for each other would last forever. He knew that Noah might be a little leery after what had happened to Bobby, and yet he could see that an innocent, almost naďve optimism was still ingrained in him. The boys saw themselves as mature and in tune with life. They had found their soul mates, and now it was just a matter of living life at its fullest and waiting for their dreams to develop. At the moment, even Noah felt that. "You boys know that you won't be treading an easy path." "We do." "Are you coming out to your friends?" "Our best friends already know, and if they don't they will soon," Eric said. "The rest of the world can wait until we're ready to tell them." "You know you could be outed, like your two friends in high school." Eric's father was referring to the Donkey and the Dawg. "Those two didn't have an influence in making you this way did they?" Eric's mother asked, a little flash of irrational anger shooting through her. "Never, mom, so don't even think that. I went to them because I thought they could help me with how I was feeling, and they did. They're great friends." He didn't see any need to go into the sexual lessons he received from the two older boys. "Your mother and I love you." Dennis Simmons said. "We will always be here for you when you need the help. We love you and want you to be happy, and we will do all we can to help you down your path." Eric got up and walked to his dad, pulled him up and hugged him. He then did the same for his mother as Noah followed him and hugged the two parents as well. It was another moment not to be forgotten as Eric's mother and father demonstrated the true meaning of parenthood. That night Noah slept in Eric's bed with his friend, now boyfriend, even though it was a school night. For whatever reason, Eric's mother felt at ease with having the two being together on a school night, a feeling she didn't have with Scott, whom she saw as a bit of a rapscallion. She knew what the two boys were like as students, plus she could see the absolute total love between them and trusted them to get the sleep they needed. They had allotted themselves some time to talk in bed before turning out the lights. Noah's naked body was tight to Eric's. "Don't ever leave me," Noah said. "I don't plan to," Eric said. "I would never leave you Noah." "Bobby said that to, but he left me." "But that was an accident." "He could have worn his helmet. He didn't." Noah didn't add that he could have reminded Bobby to wear his helmet, but had failed to do so because he was wrapped up in his sister. He knew he would never tell Eric about his failure as a friend to Bobby for fear Eric would not trust him enough to stay his boyfriend. Sharing his soul with Eric had been a point of great healing in the grief Noah still felt. But the demon that still resided in the young boy was not finished with him yet. The demon was never going to let the boy purge himself of the anger and the fear that still resided in him. No, that would be up to the boy, and the demon was confident that he would always be a part of Noah's being, that Noah would never find the strength to get rid of that fear and anger residing in him and complete the grieving process. The demon planned to haunt Noah's soul to his grave. But he did not understand the power of love. The wall he put around Noah was strong and solid, but it was not impenetrable. Noah needed to find out for himself what was haunting him and he needed to decide for himself if he truly wanted to take the final step to healing the grief he didn't understand. Next: Heading Into Spring