Date: Sat, 29 Jun 2013 23:38:18 -0700
From: Douglas DD DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: Diamond Dreams  Chapter 34

Greetings and welcome back. Please read the disclaimers before
Chapter one. Always be safe. Please donate to the Nifty archive.

The freshman year becomes the time for coming out, as three
freshmen and one sophomore gay couple come out of the closet at
Mayfield High School. Kraig learns that, like his twin brother, he holds
sexual desires for a mature man. To review how Steve bullied Noah,
and how Connor showed his mettle, read the high school story like of
Chapters 24-25 of "The Big Time".

CHAPTER 34
FRESHMEN-COMING OUT YEAR

<Wednesday, September 3, Mayfield High School>

The entering freshmen walked into the high school somewhat
awestruck. They swore they wouldn't be. They had all been in the
high school before, watching basketball in the gym, if nothing else.
Some had been there to watch concerts or plays in the auditorium.
Some even had business there, like the meeting with Coach Collins
that set forces in motion that no one could stop. All of them had been
there the week before for orientation. But none of that was the same
as entering the school for the first time as a student--an actual, real
live, high school student.

Eric, Noah, Lars, Hunter, and the twins entered the building together.
"At least I know where my home room is," Eric said. "I guess that's a
good start."

"It's not like this place is gigantic," Kevin said. "I mean, we've all been
here before."

"I know, but when we were here before if you got lost you wouldn't be
marked tardy," Noah said.

"You probably have a map memorized in your head," Hunter said.

"No, but I understand the numbering system. It is quite basic in fact. If
you know the numbering system, you should be able to find any room
in any sized building."

Eric was in the same homeroom, room 108, and the twins and
Hunter, Lars and Noah were together in room 111. Danny was in
room 115, and Carl, Gavin, and Scott were in the fourth home room,
which met in room 301, one of two classrooms in the gym building.

Hunter, Danny, Carl, Gavin, Scott, Lars, and Kevin were all turning
out for football. Turnouts had started the week before, giving them
time to become quite familiar with the gym. Still, it was not the same
as coming into the school for their first day of classes.

As Eric, Noah, Lars, Hunter, and the twins prepared to split up to
enter their home rooms, they were stopped by four familiar faces:
Marty, Connor, Vince, and Rodney.

"Well, well, look what we have here," Connor said. "A whole bunch of
friggen little freshman who think they're tough shit."

"Bananas come in bunches," Noah informed him. "Think of us as
being a cadre of the finest boys that the newly minted freshman class
of Mayfield High School has to offer."

Marty burst out laughing in spite of his attempt to be serious. "Damn
it, Noah, there is no way anybody gets the last word in when dealing
with you."

"Hell, Connor barely got the first word in," Rodney said with chuckle.
Vince stifled a laugh after hearing Rodney's comment.

"Some day I'll even figure out what the fuck he is talking about,"
Connor said. He tried to sound upset, but Connor saw Noah as a little
brother figure and loved the young freshman dearly. As a result, his
growl lacked any real bite. Connor often had the urge to hug Noah
like a stuffed animal, but he never gave in. It would soon become
known that any upperclassman who attempted to harass Noah for
any reason would have to answer to Connor.

The warning bell rang and the boys broke up to head for their
classes. The first day ended up being a successful one for the
freshmen baseball boys. Not all days would be successful, of course,
but getting off to a good start was a help to the self-esteem of all of
the young teens.

Although the boys didn't perceive it, their freshman year had a theme
to it, one that would present itself to them in different ways. While the
theme didn't affect all of them equally, it affected them all in some
manner. Their freshman year seemed to hinge on the subject of
coming out. It meant coming out to parents, friends, teammates,
classmates, or all of them, depending on the boy involved. For others
it meant learning that their teammate was gay, which, considering
what had been happening with the freshmen since they were in sixth
grade, was no real surprise to anyone. Some of the baseball
sophomores got caught up in the theme as well. Coming out didn't
happen all at once, but for some the theme made itself felt early on.

<Saturday, September 6, Lars>

Lars was the first to come out, although in a way he already had.
What he did was make something he'd said in anger official, at least
in his mind. When his father had caught him giving Kevin a blow job
on the living room couch, Lars had screamed at his father, telling him
that he was gay, although he said it more out of anger than to make
an actual confession.

By the end of the school baseball season the prior spring, his father
had undergone a radical change in attitude toward his son. He
removed the restrictions he'd placed on Lars, allowing him to play
summer ball, telling him would not have to change schools in the fall,
allowing him to visit his friends and even spend the night with them,
He also apologized for the hurt he'd caused his son. But Lars still
could not have his friends over to his house unless his parents or his
sister were home. And while his father had changed in the manner in
which he treated his son, there was still an air of coolness between
them at times. Lars decided it was time for him to quit cowering and
come out again to his father, only this time for real.

He ended up being surprised by how well the talk went. He and his
father sat in the living room at Lars's request on Saturday afternoon.
Lars apologized, once again, for some of the things he'd said in anger
and his father apologized, once again, for the things he'd done as
well.

"I guess I was lucky to talk to those two young men when I did," his
father said. Lars knew the story of his father's meeting with Troy, and
later with Marty, as they told him about how, because of their
homophobic attitudes, they had split with their fathers.

"One thing I told you when I was mad at you was true," Lars said
quietly, almost hoping his father wouldn't hear him.

"Oh, and what was that?"

"When I was mad I yelled at you that I was gay, but it was more to
make you mad than anything. But, I think I am really gay."

Neil Anderson, PhD, said nothing. The only sound in the room was
the ticking of the clock on the mantle. Lars stared off into space,
waiting for the eruption and for everything to go back to how it had
been. This time he didn't care. Kevin was out to his parents and had
been for a long time, and now it was time for him to do the same no
matter what his father thought.

Finally Lars's dad spoke, his voice quiet and controlled. "You think
you're gay or you know you're gay?"

"I think I know." The teen's confused answer belied his nervousness.
He was surprised to see his dad fighting a grin.

"A gay son is the last thing I want, but, if it is what I have, then I will
love him and support him. Meaning, I love you and will try my best to
support you. Just understand, it is something I have to adjust to in my
own way."

Lars nodded and his father went on. "Is this the result of the influence
of your friends and your sexual experimentation, or is it something
you truly feel?"

"I've been messing around with my friends, even the ones I had at
Evans Middle School, since I was eleven," the fourteen year old said.
"But I guess I never felt like it was gay. But then I met Kevin and
really got to know him and...well...," he took a deep breath, "...I love
him, and I think loving a guy like that is something that is gay."

"Do you consider Kevin to be your boyfriend?"

"Yes."

"Part of me wants to lock the door in his face forever. But more of me
wants you to be happy. Tell Kevin he is welcome here any time."

"Is that any time as in even if nobody is home?"

"Yes it is, but with a couple of rules."

Lars breathed a huge sigh of relief. This was going infinitely better
than he expected. "What are they?"

"No messing around, as you put it, outside of your bedroom at any
time. And I don't want to hear what goes on in your bedroom. If the
hormones get to you, they had better be silent hormones."

"Does that mean Kevin can spend the night here?"

"Yes, but only Kevin. Nobody else. I'm not going to have some kind of
teen sex orgy in my house. I will give you two some leeway as
boyfriends as long as I am never aware it is happening." Neil
Anderson knew, of course, that when the two boys were alone at
night in his son's bedroom there would probably be sex, even if it was
just masturbation. He also knew that nobody could get pregnant, a
thought that gave him an interior chuckle.

"Anything else?"

"You are never to do anything around your little brother. I want him to
maintain his innocence."

Like he has any innocence left, Lars thought. But he agreed to the
rule, knowing that it would get broken fairly quickly. His father gave
him a talk on safe sex and some other issues he had dug up in doing
research on gay teens. He had, in fact, been expecting this talk to
happen. If Lars hadn't brought it up when he did, he would have done
so soon.

The conversation ended on good terms. Lars felt a bit closer to his
father. But for all the positive talk, it would take a long time for the
wall that had been erected between them to come down. It would
never come all the way down. Lars would never enjoy the full support
of his father like Eric, Rich, or Noah received from theirs. However,
the relationship between Lars and his father, now reasonably close
after their conversation, would improve greatly during the years he
was in high school.


<Saturday, September 13, Eric and Noah>

[ERIC]

It was a day Noah and I knew was coming, and one we weren't
looking forward to, even though we understood it was part of growing
up. It would end up being a learning day, a happy day, an eating day,
a sexual day, and just a plain old day. It would be our last day with
Mike and Ryan, the Donkey and the Dawg, for awhile. They would be
leaving for their college in Oregon on Wednesday. They had both
received baseball scholarships and were about to start on a new part
of their life.

The two of them invited me, Noah, Marty, and Rich for dinner and to
sleep over. Marty and Rich agreed to come to dinner, but they said
they weren't going to sleep over with us.

"I know there is something special between you and Mike," Marty told
me at school on Thursday. He knew the story of how Mike had
helped Scott and me learn about making love and having sex back
when we were little eleven year old sixth graders. "I love those two
guys, they paved the way for us gay kids here in Mayfield, and they
taught me and Rich a lot, too. But this day should be for you and
Noah."

"You don't even want to hang around after dinner and, you know, do
some stuff."

"Nope, but before you feel bad, me and the Dawg talked about this. I
think we have a Thanksgiving date at their place when they come
home, and I think it includes some fun with those two."

That did make me feel better. I loved Marty and Rich, as well as the
Dawg and Donkey, and didn't want to come between any of them. "It
would be pretty wild, all six of us being there overnight."

"Yep, and who's to say it won't happen? It just won't be this time."

Marty had come a long way from the often drunk, stoned and
perpetually horny kid he'd been through most of middle school. The
work he'd put into changing and growing up was such a big reason I
loved him so much as a friend.

Chef Marty and Chef Dawg worked together to prepare a grand meal.
It had to be grand with four hungry young teens, two hungry older
teens, and two hungry adults eager for dinner. The result of their
labors was a Caesar Salad with shrimp skewers, fabulous beef
lasagna ala Dawg, sautéed broccoli, and marionberry pie ala mode
for dessert. Needless to say, we were all stuffed to the gills and
beyond after shoveling it all down.

"If I had a choice between this meal and the Centralia buffet, this
meal would win out in a landslide," the Donkey said, as he patted his
tummy.

"That is the highest compliment a meal can be paid," the Dawg
informed us. None of us were going to argue; the food was excellent
beyond a doubt.

We went up to the loft above the garage where the Dawg and Donkey
lived. "Living here keeps the `rents from embarrassing us when they
have wild and noisy sex," the Donkey was fond of saying. We talked
for about an hour until Marty and Rich said it was time for them to go.

"Don't forget us at Thanksgiving," Marty said.

"How could we forget two sexy boys like you," the Donkey said. "I will
have the ears in sophomore hunting position as soon as we enter the
Mayfield town limits."

Marty and Rich exchanged hugs with the Dawg and Donkey. "I can
text you for cooking help any time, right?" Marty asked the Dawg as
they hugged.

"Absolutely," Ryan said. I have to admit it's hard to imagine Marty, the
cocky jock, as a budding gourmet cook, but he seemed to love the
culinary arts and was getting quite good at it.

After they left, the four of us engaged in more talk. We talked about
the many ways in which Mike and Ryan had helped us. We talked
about baseball and the dreams of the Go to State Team. We talked
about how Mike and Ryan felt leaving the town they grew up in to go
away to college. In other words, we were way too serious.

We discussed how Mike and Ryan were outed back when they were
sophomores and how they dealt with being the only known gay
couple at the school. "We might have been the only gay couple,
period," Mike the Donkey said, "at least until Rich and Marty came in
last year as freshmen."

"But they still aren't out," Ryan the Dawg said.

"Noah and I have been talking about coming out," I told them. Noah
nodded in agreement. "You guys helped set the example, and we
want to do it before people forget that it was you who came out first."

"First, remember we were outed when we got caught kissing outside
the gym. And second, most of the teachers and students were cool
about us, but Mayfield High is like any other place; it has its share of
assholes," Mike said.

"Like Coach Collins, who is still teaching there, and Coach Gardner,
who isn't," Ryan said. "And I could name you some students to look
out for."

"Nobody messed with us much because they didn't want to be
subject to a Donkey hoofing," Mike said. "But you two shrimps won't
have that luxury."

Noah and I were two of the smaller boys in the freshman class. But
we were good athletes and strong, and I doubted most of the bullies
would deal with us physically. Giving us a lot of mental shit was a
whole different matter.

We finally got tired of serious conversation and got serious about
getting undressed. We slowly stripped down to t-shirts and
underpants while we chatted, which helped our mindsets slowly move
from the serious to the sexual.

I knew I wanted Mike. He had become very special in my life and I
wanted to show him how special he was. Noah and I had talked
about how far we wanted to go with the two eighteen year olds. Noah
said I could go as far as I wanted. He said he didn't feel the close
connection to the two that I did, because he wasn't part of the history
I had with them. Noah didn't intend on going beyond giving Ryan one
of his "expert" blow jobs.

While we chatted, the talk slowly turned to sex, starting with my
thanking Mike and Ryan for the help they gave me and Scott back
when we were sixth graders. But the four of us knew what the
evening would inevitably lead to. Mike and I kept edging closer to
each other. Toward the end of our chat, he placed his powerful arm
around my shoulder. Somehow my t-shirt came off, and, without my
realizing it, my briefs landed on the floor. One moment the Donkey
had boxers on, the next moment his big, thick rock hard cock was in
full view as he became a naked Donkey.

Ryan and Noah were on the love seat on the other side of the room.
They had mysteriously become naked as well, and were making out. I
quickly lost track of what they were doing. I got lost in the arms of the
boy who was now almost a man. I got lost in his kisses, lost in his
hovering over me, lost in his man-sized cock entering my anus, lost in
his lust, in my lust, lost in his cock plowing my ass, making me grunt
on every thrust, lost in a howling orgasm as I spewed my cum on me,
on him, on the bed, on wherever it shot, and lost in his long moan as
he filled my insides with wad after wad of his own semen. It was me,
a high school freshman, having sex with a high school graduate, and
feeling very grown up. It was the first time I didn't feel like a kid with
him, but felt like an equal.

The Donkey dropped on his side and we exchanged light kisses as
we watched our partners rolling around the floor, dry humping. We
watched as they covered themselves in cum and sweat and glory.
Noah told me later he had the same feeling that I did, the feeling that
he was grown up even at thirteen, that he was having sex more as an
equal than as a younger kid with an older one. It was wonderful.

We all slept in the big king bed. What was interesting is that Noah
went over to my side and Ryan went to Mike's side, and even though
we could have done it differently we happily cuddled up with our own
boyfriends as we fell into deep sleep.

The next morning we showered and the Dawg prepared us a feast of
a breakfast, with muffins, toast, hash browns, ham, and eggs fried to
order. Noah and I left after breakfast, wishing the Dawg and Donkey
well, and reminding them that communicating with us was easy.

"Don't worry, the ears will be in broadcasting mode as soon as we
arrive at school," Mike said. "You two be good, and remember that
news flows both ways. Tell us how the coming out works."

Noah stayed at my house that night and we talked about coming out.
We agreed to wait on it until after the Homecoming Dance, the first
big dance of the year. We decided that we would do it slowly, telling
our friends first.  We would not be afraid to hold hands in the hall. In a
way we would become the second set of trail blazers, the first gay
couple to come out on our own. It would be interesting and scary, but
we were determined to do it.

<Wednesday, September 17, Kraig and Hunter>

Hunter finished his homework and printed out the paper he'd just
completed. He carefully placed his books and materials into his
backpack. It was close to nine. Between football practice and eating
and chilling and then doing his homework, his evenings were busy.
He was wearing a Mayfield Athletics t-shirt, a pair of blue and gray
striped boxers, and white ankle socks.

He decided to head for the family room and see what was up with his
parents. He knew he was supposed to put on a pair of sweats, or
lounge pants, or even gym shorts, but decided not to. He had a minor
resentment against his father. His father's not allowing Kraig to spend
the night since the incident at Lars's house was irking him more and
more. His fourteen year old mind saw his being in his underpants as
a small piece of rebellion for his dad to be upset about. Pretty soon,
his new, improved dad would be back to being his old asshole of a
dad and life would go back to being really sucky, which was how it
was a couple of years ago.

Hunter strutted into the living room. His father was reading a book
and his mother was watching a show on television. "Hey," Hunter said
to no one in particular as he took a seat on the couch.

"Aren't we a bit underdressed?" Allen Hawkins, his father asked.

"I feel comfortable this way." Hunter was in the kind of adolescent
mood that had him itching for a fight with his parents, his dad in
particular. He was angry about Kraig, angry because he had no
brothers or sisters to keep him company, angry because he couldn't
run around the house in his underwear, or even naked like the twins
did frequently.

Allen looked at his wife, who shrugged. He then looked over at his
son. "Whatever suits you," he said. "No pun intended." Hunter felt
himself getting angry simply because his father was not getting angry.
He wanted an excuse to yell about Kraig not being allowed to spend
the night any longer, and his father wasn't cooperating.

Allen Hawkins looked at his half-clad son, taking in his handsome,
athletic looks. The fourteen year old had a good build on him, with
strong, smooth arms and muscular legs. Dark hairs were just starting
to sprout on his calf and shins. His face was still smooth, with just a
hint of tiny dark hairs forming on his upper lip.

Allen thought about his freshman year, about his friend Terry, and
about their rounds of sex in bed; not to mention in other venues. He
thought about their first experimentations starting in sixth grade and
about how serious they were about sex in ninth grade. He
remembered how they would talk about girls, even as he was fucking
his best friend. Looking back, it all seemed so innocent. But, at the
time it was serious stuff. Maybe the memory that struck him the most
was something he had conveniently forgotten—it was the memory
that Terry was probably his first love.

He wondered if Kraig and his son talked about sex with girls when
they had the sex he knew they were having.  Kraig never spent the
night with Hunter any more, so maybe that phase of their adolescent
lives was fading away.

"How was football practice?" his father asked, trying to get his mind
off of a subject that was getting him sexually excited. He had returned
home from his Centralia sporting good store too late to eat with
Hunter or his wife. Hunter was busy with homework when he got
home, but Allen did stick his head into Hunter's room and offer him a
greeting. Two years ago, before he realized he was losing contact
with his son, he would not have done even that much.

"It was pretty light, we got a game tomorrow afternoon." Hunter was a
quarterback and defensive back on the JV team.

"I'll be there, but probably not until the second quarter. Don't do
anything spectacular until after I arrive."

"Daaad, I can't help it when I do something good."

"I didn't say good, I said spectacular."

With the help of his father's gentle teasing, Hunter's mood was
improving in spite of himself. He reminded himself he had a lot to be
angry about, and decided to raise the stakes so his father would give
him an excuse to lose his temper. He needed somebody to blame,
other than himself, for him to get angry. "Kraig wanted to spend a
night this weekend, but I told him he was still not allowed to," he said,
trying to sound casual.

"I didn't know he wasn't allowed to spend the night," his father said.
He looked over at his wife and asked her if she had said anything
about Kraig not being allowed to spend the night.

"No, I was leaving that stuff up to you," she replied.

"Then I guess I need to know why you think Kraig isn't allowed to
spend the night here."

"Because, you said he couldn't after what happened at, you know, at
Lars's house," Hunter said, somewhat embarrassed that he had to
mention the incident while his mother was in the room.

"Well, as you no doubt recall, son, I told you I overreacted to that. We
discussed being more private with your, um, games." Hunter looked
over at his mother once again and noticed her becoming flushed—he
knew that she knew. "I believe we set down a few rules. I reminded
you that while you thought Lars was being treated unfairly, his father
felt he had reason to react as he did, and that the incident was
closed."

"Yeah, I remember you saying all that, but you never said Kraig could
start spending the night again."

Allen Hawkins scratched his head and looked at his son with a slight
frown. Here it comes, Hunter thought, here comes my excuse to get
mad. But instead of saying what Hunter thought he'd hear, his father
simply said, "Then I apologize once again. I guess I thought it was
understood you had no restrictions any longer. You might have asked
me about it since nothing was said about Kraig's restriction."

"So, if I asked Kraig to spend the night on Friday after the varsity
game you wouldn't be mad?"

"No, son, I wouldn't be mad. In fact, I've missed seeing your friend
over here." Hunter had to smile at that comment, knowing that his
father perved on Kraig's body. That was one explanation for why he
thought his father didn't want him there, because he was
embarrassed about it. He had been ready to say just that to his father
after the argument began. Now it looked like the argument wasn't
going to happen, much to his relief, as well as his disappointment.
For his part, Allen Hawkins was both relieved to have averted what
he sensed was about to become a teenage crisis, and was looking
forward to seeing Kraig in his underwear again.

Hunter said good-night to his parents, took care of his brushing,
flossing, face-washing, and peeing, and headed to bed. He pulled off
his shirt and boxers. He knew he was now free to roam the house in
his underwear, and that made him feel a bit powerful. He wished his
father had been this understanding when he was younger; it would
have made his life much simpler. He jerked off thinking of having
Kraig in his bed once again. It would be private this time, instead of
sharing a bed in the room Kraig shared with Kevin.

The JV football team won their Thursday afternoon game 26-13. Allen
Hawkins arrived at the game in time to see his son throw a 30 yard
touchdown pass. Hunter and Kraig went to the varsity game on
Friday night and watched them win as well, 33-21. After the game,
they headed for Hunter's house and were soon sitting on his bed in
their underwear. Kraig was wearing a pair of psychedelically colored
briefs with white trim. Hunter thought Kraig's briefs were incredibly
sexy.

"Wait until you see what I'm wearing tomorrow," Kraig said. He put his
arm around his friend and asked if he could stay Saturday night as
well. "We need to make up for what we missed," he said. Hunter said
he was cool with it as long as his parents didn't have plans he knew
nothing about.

The boys got naked and Hunter did what Kraig liked best, fucked him
hard and long. There was nothing gentle about the sex between the
two fourteen year olds, although they tended to be restrained when
they had sex at Kraig's house. Kevin, Lars, Korey, and Chandler were
usually there with them as well. There always seemed to be some
kind of group sex when Hunter stayed there.

The next morning the teens showered, separately, and dressed.
Hunter was impressed by Kraig's purple bikini briefs that barely
covered his growing package and showed off his entire athletic ass.

Since Kraig had a soccer game that afternoon, they brought his gym
bag. He took off the briefs, now that he had finished showing them
off, and put on a jock strap. Then he donned his soccer uniform. The
boys went to the football stadium, where the game was scheduled to
be played.

Hunter sat with Kevin, Danny, and Scott as they watched their friends
Eric, Noah, Toby, and Justin, as well as Todd and Nathan, who
played both soccer and football. Kraig was on the pitch as well. Noah
was the goalie and was good at it. Justin scored two goals as
Mayfield picked up a 3-1 win over a team from Centralia. Hunter
spent much of the game wondering why the fact that the boys were
dressed in shorts seemed to interest him more than the actual game.

After the game, Hunter and Kraig rode back to Hunter's house with
Noah and his father. Kraig and Hunter were dropped off and raced
into Hunter's house. They said hello to Hunter's mom, who was
starting dinner, and dashed to Hunter's room. Kraig undressed,
showered, and plopped his naked body on Hunter's bed. Hunter was
sitting in his desk chair, admiring his nude friend.

"We've become pretty good friends," Kraig said.

"Yeah, I guess we have," Hunter said. "Being boyfriends is something
pretty special."

"Yeah," Kraig whispered, "it's really special."

Hunter was surprised at the warm shiver that shot through him on
hearing Kraig's whispered words. While Hunter still had occasional
doubts and fears about his sexuality, his very strong feelings for Kraig
transcended those doubts. The problem was he had nothing to
compare those feelings to; he had no baseline. Kraig was the only
boyfriend he'd ever had, and he'd never really had a girlfriend. As far
as Hunter was concerned, his feelings for Kraig had to be love; they
couldn't be anything else.

"Come here," Kraig said, patting a spot beside him. Hunter came over
to the bed and sat next to his boyfriend. "I want to make love to you,"
Kraig said.

Hunter nodded yes, knowing where this would go and not caring. All
he knew was that he was overwhelmingly full of good feelings.

Kraig pulled off Hunter's t-shirt as Hunter raised his arms to help him.
He pulled off Hunter's boxers as Hunter raised his hips to help him.
He kissed Hunter's lips as Hunter leaned in to help him. He put his
tongue into Hunter's mouth as Hunter opened his lips to help him.

From there Kraig's hands went everywhere, feeling the warm smooth
skin of the boy he knew he loved. By the time Kraig finally grabbed
the lube, they were horny beyond imagining. He slicked up Hunter's
ass and slicked up his pulsing 4.8 inch boy tool. Hunter propped
himself up on his knees and elbows, offering himself to Kraig, trusting
Kraig, and moaning with pain and pleasure as Kraig entered his ass.

"I love you, Hunter," Kraig said as he held his cock still inside
Hunter's bowels. Hunter said nothing, he just grunted from the feeling
of Kraig being on top of him and inside of him. He fucked Kraig much
more than Kraig fucked him, so when he did allow Kraig to enter him
it was special for both of them.

This was what he knew he wanted; this was what made everything
complete between him and his boyfriend. This was Kraig inside of
him, fucking him. It sadly didn't last long, however, as the two were
fourteen and far too horny for the moment.  Kraig shot his wad into
Hunter's ass as Hunter jerked himself to a cum that sent his boy seed
spurting over his sheets.

"Yeah, yeah, oh fuck, I love you Kraig," Hunter said as he finished
stroking his cock.  They fell next to each other, breathing hard, trying
to recover from their quick and intense act of sex.

"It's different than when I do you," Hunter said. "You don't do it as
hard as I do."

"I can do it harder," Kraig said.

"No, I like it. But we gotta do it again tonight. That was kinda quick. It
wasn't really making love. That was just a regular fuck."

"Nothing wrong with a regular fuck. But we did say we loved each
other, so it had to be making love."

"I love you Kraig. I don't know why I fought it so long."

"I guess it was because we were just little kids," Kraig said, as if being
fourteen year old high school freshmen now made them grown up.

"I love you, Kraig." Hunter had to hear himself say it again. He never
got tired of saying it.

That was where the session ended as Hunter's mother called them to
dinner. They quickly dressed and headed to the dining room, not
knowing that the next time Hunter sat to eat at this table his parents
would look at both of them in a much different way.

After dinner they helped with the cleanup and played board games
with Hunter's parents. They excused themselves and went to
Hunter's room a little bit after eight. While they didn't get naked, they
did strip down to underpants and a t-shirt, Hunter in black boxers and
Kraig in his purple bikini briefs.

"I think it's time," Hunter said.

"I thought about waiting until later. Your dad always likes to come in
and tell us goodnight and perv over our bodies," Kraig said.

"No, I mean it's time to tell my dad we're boyfriends and that I'm gay."

"Whoa! Are you serious?"

"You know it. Everybody else is out to their parents. You are, Kevin
is, Noah and Eric are, and even Lars is now. I figure if Lars didn't get
killed, I should live through it."

"So are we just going to go to the living room and tell him?"

"Why not?"

"Because...because...," Kraig tried to come up with a good reason,
but couldn't. Then he got hit with a brainstorm. "Because we'll tell him
when he comes in to tell us goodnight."

"You mean tell him while we're sitting here in our underwear?"

"Yep, in just our underpants."

"I don't get it. Why not just get dressed and go tell him we want to talk
with him. I'd rather get yelled at while I'm dressed."

"No, listen. You know how he gets when he comes in. He likes to
massage me, and he get us all boned up. Then he leaves with a
boner before he gets too horny to stop. You know he likes me and my
sexy bod."

"Well, so do I," Hunter said, smiling. "But, I see where you're coming
from. If he gets all horned up, and he knows we know he's all horned
up, then maybe he won't get his undies in a bunch because we just
told him we were boyfriends."

"Exactly."

"I like how you think."

Kraig grinned and said, "So do I."

It was a bit cool in the room and the two of them kept their t-shirts on
for awhile longer. But as it got closer to a possible visit from Hunter's
father, they stripped off their t-shirts and were clad in only their
underpants. For Kraig that bordered on not being dressed at all.

"Damn, Kraig, if you get a boner those things aren't going to hold it,"
Hunter said.

Kraig gave his boyfriend a slightly evil grin. "That's kind of the idea."
He knew all about Kevin exposing his cock to Mark the umpire, and
about Kevin's man friend, Sherman, with whom he'd been having
sex. He figured what was good for his twin brother was good for him.
"And besides, I already got a boner."

Hunter looked at Kraig's crotch and Kraig opened his legs to expose
it. His close to five inch sausage lay perpendicular to the waistband of
his briefs. "You are one nasty dude," Hunter said. "Dad might have a
heart attack."

"He'll have two of them if you don't do a better job of hiding that tent
in your boxers."

Hunter giggled and adjusted himself. The two teens played a video
game for a half-hour when the expected knock on the bedroom door
came. "I'm scared," Hunter mouthed.

"Trust me," Kraig said in a loud whisper.

"Do you boys mind if I come in?" Allen Hawkins asked.

"It's cool," Hunter said, and his father entered the room.

He was wearing the same thing he'd had on downstairs earlier, a red
sweatshirt and gray and red plaid lounge pants. "I just thought I'd tell
you guys good night." Allen couldn't help but gasp at the sight of
Kraig wearing nothing but a pair of purple bikini briefs and white
socks. His smooth, athletic fourteen year body looked strong and was
perfectly proportioned, as was that of his son. "I didn't realize how
much you've grown," Allen said to Kraig.

"You should see Kevin," Kraig said. "The dude's been lifting some
serious iron."

Allen ached to touch Kraig, but didn't want to become too forward
with the young teen, who was all but naked. Since Kraig had an
agenda, however, he all but invited Hunter's father to touch him.

"That soccer game was really tough today," Kraig said. "I'd sure like
one of your shoulder and back massages. They always make me feel
good."

After yet another gasp, Allen said he would be willing to help Kraig
out. "We'll do a chair massage," he said. "You'll need to sit in Hunter's
dresser chair."

Kraig got out of the office chair and traded places with Hunter. The
dresser chair was rarely used, as it was small and hard. But it had a
low back, making Kraig's shoulders easier to access than the office
chair did. Hunter's father admired the pert teen ass inside of Kraig's
tight bikini briefs, the top of his crack just showing out of the
waistband and the bottom of his white, soft globes, amply exposed
lower down. Allen felt his own package stirring.

Allen started kneading Kraig's shoulders and neck, which Kraig
actually found to be relaxing rather than sexually stimulating. He had
been more tense than he realized. Allen worked the teen's shoulders
for awhile, and then started moving down his back. "Lean forward
some," he said, and Kraig did so. Allen then worked on the boy's
smooth, well-toned back, digging deeply into the muscles as he'd
learned in the athletic training class he'd taken in college.

Kraig moaned lightly, wondering why this wasn't giving him a boner.
After all, it felt so good it should be making him hard. Even though
Kraig wasn't hard, Allen still noticed the bulge of Kraig's young teen
package. He worked lower down Kraig's back and soon got to the
waistband, his hand somehow brushing across the sliver of ass crack
exposed by the low hanging briefs. His fingers slid just a bit inside the
waistband and worked the top of Kraig's young, muscular ass.

"Yessss," Kraig hissed at the feel of the expert hands. Hunter found
himself getting rock hard as he watched, and Kraig started to chub up
as well. Allan could see Kraig's young cock expand in its tight
confines, until it was sticking straight up, the top of the head exposed,
its eye staring right back at him. The man felt his knees go weak and
his stomach flutter at the sight.

He reached around and started working on Kraig's pectoral muscles,
his fingers moving across his erect, pink nipples, then moving down
to Kraig's belly, which was smooth and taut with the beginnings of a
six pack. His fingers again got down to the waistband and he moved
along it, brushing Kraig's downy pubic hair, but avoiding his throbbing
boner.

Allen leaned across Kraig and massaged his hairless thighs, bringing
another moan from the teen. Allen was surprised to see beads of
precum forming in the slightly exposed head of Kraig's boner. The
hands moved along the sides of Kraig's briefs and then back up his
torso to his pecs.

The young teen felt like he was about to spontaneously combust. He
moaned yet again. "That feels so good, Mr. Hawkins."

Allen Hawkins wanted desperately to touch the temptation that was
staring him in the face. He wanted do to Hunter's best friend what he
had done to Terry so often so many years ago—to wrap his hand
around a boy's cock, or put his lips to it and taste the precum that he
remembered as being such a sweet nectar. His body quivered as he
ordered his hands not to enter the forbidden territory inside Kraig's
briefs, but his orders were not going to be obeyed.

The soothing hands moved down Kraig's sides once again until they
reached the waistband. They moved inside, rubbing Kraig's hips,
pulling slightly down until the front of the teen's briefs lowered enough
to expose the entire head of Kraig's now throbbing piece of teen
steel. Allen's index fingers found Kraig's ball sac and he lightly
kneaded the teen's scrotum. He was ready to move up the boy's
partially exposed hard-on. He knew it was time to stop, that he was
stepping over boundaries he should not be crossing. But as he slowly
pulled his hands out of the briefs, they somehow managed to move
along the length of the rod that was poking out of the teen's briefs, his
fingers slightly wrapped around the pulsing erection.

"Feel better now?" Allen asked hoarsely, moving his hand back down
Kraig's cock until he once again cupped the teen's balls.

"Yeah," Kraig whispered, "much better. Do it some more." Both boys
could see the big bulge in Allen's lounge pants.

Allen turned slightly and got another jolt as he saw Hunter's boner
sticking out of the slit in his boxers, his son slowly masturbating
himself. Seeing his son in that position made him realize it was time
to leave. But Kraig had slyly managed to get the waistband of his
briefs tucked under his balls, exposing his genitals in their entirety, as
well as most of his hairless ass crack. His plans did not have things
progressing this far, but hormones had gone to work.

Allen thought he was going to faint when he saw the close to five inch
boner, with its nest of pubic hairs at the base, and the teen testicles
scrunched up by the waistband of the briefs. While his son's boner
was interesting, it didn't hold the interest that Kraig's did. He couldn't
take his eyes off of what Kraig was exposing to him. Kraig started to
idly masturbate himself.

Allen was on the verge of wrapping his hand around the hot teen
cock in front of him when he quickly turned and started out the door.
It was then that Hunter, remembering what the purpose of this entire
drama was, said, "Dad, we need to talk to you." He left his exposed
boner sticking out of his boxers and Kraig did nothing to cover his
own boner.

"Yes, what is it son?" He couldn't help but think it had to do with sex
and he was, of course, correct.

"We just wanted you to know that, well, that me and Kraig are, like,
boyfriends," Hunter blurted out quicker than he had intended.

Allen was not surprised, yet at the same time he was surprised by his
son's confession. Not surprised, because he had suspected it for a
long time, but surprised that his son was able to confess it so
casually. There was no doubt in his mind that the whole massage bit
was a charade to set the atmosphere that the boys wanted, but he
decided to let it go. Maybe if he and Terry had made the same
confessions their lives would have been different. On the other hand,
he would never have fathered a son he loved very much, or even had
a wife he knew he loved despite his sexual leanings.

"You mean, you're both gay?"

"Yes, sir. Are you mad?"

"No, I'm not mad, although I'd feel more comfortable if the two of you
covered yourselves up. My massage seems to have affected you
both."

Both young teens did nothing to cover themselves up.

"Are you boys sure?" he asked, trying to ignore their refusal to cover
their throbbing erections. "I mean really sure?" He knew the two of
them were sure, but he felt obligated to ask.

The two said nothing, but on a prearranged signal they rose from
their chairs, sat together on Hunter's bed, and held hands. "This is
how sure we are," Kraig said as he planted a kiss on Hunter's lips. "I
love Hunter."

"And I love Kraig," Hunter said. He was certain he father was going to
be okay with their relationship, but he still felt a tinge of fear. He
needed his father to make his feelings official.

He surprised both of them by lightly shoving them apart and sitting
between them. He put his arms around their bare shoulders, trying to
ignore their exposed members. "And I love you both. I am proud you
both have the courage to tell me who you really are." He pulled them
both in tightly. "I am proud to have you," he yanked on Hunter's
shoulder, "as my son, and you," he did the same to Kraig, "as my
son-in-law."  He then held them tightly against him, ignoring the
ongoing temptation to grab Kraig's exposed boner as well as that of
his son.

"Do you plan on coming out at school?" Allen asked

"Just to some of our friends," Hunter said. "Lars and Kevin are
boyfriends, so they've known a long time. Eric and Noah are
boyfriends, and they know. We haven't said anything to anybody
else, but Marty and Rich are boyfriends, too, so they'll know, too."

"What is with your team?" Allen asked. "It sounds like the gayest
baseball team in America."

"And proud of it," Kraig said.

"Dad?"

"Yes, Hunter."

"Is it true that a man can be gay, but sometimes he gets married and
has kids anyway?"

"Yes it is, son, yes it is."

Hunter looked at his father, his eyes shining. He was certain his
father was one of those men. He wrapped his arms around the man's
strong chest. "I love you dad, no matter what. I really, really do love
you. Thank you for becoming a great dad."

Allen fought back tears. "And don't worry son, your mother knows
about me. She's known for years." He stood up and looked at the two
boys. "Have fun tonight, and keep the noise down."

"Are you going to tell mom?"

"If I can tell her about me, I can tell her about you. But she does need
to know." Hunter nodded in understanding.

As Allen started out of the room, Kraig said, "Next time you give me a
massage, Mr. Hawkins, you can touch anything you want." He pulled
off his briefs and was now completely naked. "That's why I let you
see my boner." Hunter quickly stripped, too. Allen Hawkins left the
room knowing he was in desperate need of a masturbation session.

As for Kraig and Hunter, they had a night of glorious sex as Kraig
took Hunter's ass one more time. The boys came with an intensity
that surprised them, seeing as it was their second time that night.
They fell asleep feeling good about each other and about themselves.

<October>

And so it was that four couples had come out in some way a month
into the school year. The next step would be to come out to the
school in general, and it was Eric and Noah who had specific plans
for doing that. A week after the Homecoming dance they were seen
by their classmates holding hands in the hall on the way to class, or
sitting with their arms around each other's shoulders in the foyer or
the courtyard (although it was starting to become too cold to sit in the
courtyard for long).

Of course it didn't take long for rumors to fly and for questions to be
asked. "Are you guys really gay?" Mary Alice asked them as she saw
them walking to lunch holding hands.

"It's probably the major reason we hold hands," Noah said in his way
of being condescending without seeming condescending.

Mr. Wilson, the principal, stopped them in the hall once and was very
succinct about his expectations. "I have no problem with gay students
in my school, or gay couples," he told the two freshmen. They were
starting to become favorites of his once he overcame the bias built in
him because of the battle they had had with Coach Collins. He had
seen them as troublemakers, but instead found them to be bright,
caring, friendly, and industrious good citizens. The fact that they had
both been elected to the student council--Eric as freshman class
president and Noah as class treasurer, did not hurt their standing with
him.

"But, you have to follow the same rules as everyone else as far as
public displays of affection goes," he went on. "And, with your
standing as Student Body officers, I hope you try not to flaunt
yourselves too much."

"Understood," the two boys said. Holding hands in school was
acceptable behavior, but going beyond that was frowned on and
against the student code of contact. "We will endeavor to follow the
rules," Noah said. "But, we won't hide who we are either."

"You know you are the first couple to come out since I've been
principal here."

"What about the Dawg and Donkey...I mean Ryan and Mike?" Eric
asked.

"They were more or less outed, but then did a commendable job of
living with it and making the best of it. In a way they blazed a trail for
you boys."

"We won't be the last to come out," Noah said.

"You mean there are more that you know of?" Mr. Wilson asked.

"Yes sir, but we are not at liberty to divulge their names."

"Oh, lord, I'd better start researching gay teens then," Mr. Wilson
said. "Thanks for the heads up."

It was a few days following their conversation with Mr. Wilson that the
boys had to deal with Noah being accosted and assaulted in one of
the boys' rooms by Steve. But that altercation had a trickle down
effect on their friends.

Connor had shown what he was really made of as well as his loyalty
as friend. There was more to him than a perpetually sullen teen.

Marty and Rich realized how much courage Eric and Noah had
shown by coming out and decided that somebody had be the second
couple to do so. They decided it might as well be them. After talking it
over together with Rich's parents and then with Mr. Bednarzyck, they
came out exactly as Eric and Noah had; by walking proudly down the
main hall holding hands.

Their coming out was a much bigger surprise to the student body
than was Eric and Noah's. For one thing, they were sophomores and
better known. They were both all-around athletes. More importantly,
they were football players, and football players were traditionally
tough, not limp-wristed faggots, as Steve put it. But their path was
made smoother by Noah and Eric, and by the knowledge that Connor
had the backs of the gay kids.

"It figures that asshole Marty is queer," Steve said. Steve was a junior
now. He had enjoyed being a pain in Marty's neck at the same time
he pretended to be his friend. He'd been tormenting Marty from
middle school on. He was the one who assaulted Noah. He had been
put so far into his place by Connor that he could do little but complain
about the state of the halls of Mayfield High School. "And now I gotta
practice football with them, and that faggot ass kisser Connor."

"I don't like it much either," his best friend Crawford said. "but what
the fuck can we do about it?"

"I wouldn't mind putting an illegal hit on one of them. It would be
worth it."

But the trickle down effect didn't stop there. On the first Saturday in
November the Go to State Team had their monthly meeting. With
attendance and interest picking back up, they moved their meetings
back to the Bear's pizza parlor. Gary, the owner, who was also one of
their sponsors, provided three free extra large pizzas and endless
sodas.

After the meeting finished, the two gay couples who were out became
a big part of the conversation. Some of the boys pooled their money
to buy another pizza since they decided to hang around longer "I still
can't believe you guys did it," Rodney said to Marty and Rich.

"No sense in hiding it, especially after what went down with Noah,"
Marty said.

"Yeah, that sucked. But, damn, I can't believe that packing fudge
feels better than fucking a wet, hot pussy."

"It works for us."

"You should try pussy at least once. You might actually end up liking
it."

Marty wanted to tell Rodney he had tried it and it cemented his
conviction that he was gay, but he, Michelle, Rich, and Trish all
agreed to keep it a secret between the four of them. Actually, Marty
had told two others, but with Michelle's tacit agreement. He told her
there were two people he trusted totally that he didn't keep secrets
from and he wanted to tell them. She gave him her permission, so
now Eric and Mr. B knew he was not a virgin.

Kevin stood up and stopped the ongoing conversations. "Before
anybody goes," Kevin said, "two of us have something to say."

"Oh, shit, not somebody else coming out," Connor said, half-jokingly.

"Yeah, it's exactly that," Kevin said.

"Well, fuck, us heterosexuals are going to be a minority really soon."
Connor drew out the words heterosexuals and minority to add
emphasis to them.

"But think of all the girls we're not taking away from you," Kevin
pointed out.

That got Rodney to smiling. "Now that makes the most sense of
anything anybody has said about this whole gay coming out
business."

"I guess that means it's you and Lars?" Danny asked as a
combination question and statement.

"It is, and we will be holding hands in the hall come Monday."

++++++++++

Kevin and Lars had met with their parents as a couple and told them
they were coming out at school. Lars's father did not like the idea at
all.

"It's going to be nothing but trouble."

"For us or for you?" Lars asked.

Neil Anderson seemed a bit put out by the question, since Lars had
read his thinking almost perfectly. He regained his composure and
said, "There are kids in all schools who are just plain mean. And
somebody is going to try to kick your ass. Kevin, I can see you're a
big sturdy kid, but Lars here is skinny and is for sure not a fighter."

"I don't have to do this, dad. We won't be the first ones to come out
this year. Two couples already have, and with us and Kraig and
Hunter that makes four."

"Kraig and Hunter? All of this gives me a splitting headache. Is your
entire class gay?"

"No, but there are four couples in all, which I guess is a lot."

"I'll say it is. Sounds like safety in numbers."

"Oh, it's more than that." Lars told his father about the assault on
Noah and about Connor having their backs.

"Connor, the big kid who seems to always be pouting?"

"Yeah, him."

Lars's father thought about that for a moment, and then flashed a bit
of a smile, his first since the boys came to him for a talk. "Him I
wouldn't want on my bad side. Okay, you have my permission, not
that you needed it. I totally don't agree, but I will protect you the same
way I protect the gay students at the college. If anybody gives you
grief they will answer to your friend Connor and to me."

Kraig and Hunter had a similar talk with Allen Hawkins in his home
office. Unlike Kevin and Lars who were clad in school clothes they
entered his office clothed in t-shirts, underpants, and socks. Kraig
had on a pair of green briefs, while Hunter wore one of his few pairs
of briefs, white Jockeys from a package of white briefs his mother had
purchased for reasons Hunter did not understand.

The boys liked preening in front of Hunter's father, knowing it had an
effect on him, especially since the steamy massage session in
Hunter's bedroom. They didn't do it out of meanness, they did it
because Kraig liked Allen a lot and Hunter loved him and they knew
he liked seeing them partially clad. They'd talked about not wearing
shirts and maybe having their cocks exposed, but decided that this
time it would detract from what they had to say.

"Dad, Kraig and I want to come out at school," Hunter said.

"I am no longer surprised by what you say," Allen said. "What brought
this on?"

"Kevin and Lars are going to do it. Eric and Noah have already done
it and so have Marty and Rich. We'd be the only ones in the closet.
We want to stand with our friends."

"A laudable sentiment," Allen said.

"I assume that's a good thing," Hunter said.

Allen nodded as he looked at the two fourteen year olds. He once
again couldn't help but admire the two athletic bodies, although he
was more smitten with Kraig than with Hunter. He felt guilty about the
sexual feelings he had towards his son. He'd read of some very
straight men who found themselves admiring the beautiful youth of
their sons. He was one of those, even if he was seeing his son from
the perspective of a closeted gay man. But he found his son's beauty
to be sexually stimulating, and that was the part that bothered him.

"I admire what you are doing. You are more mature than I was at
fourteen. It's something I'd like to take credit for, but you seem to
have gotten there on your own." He was addressing Hunter more
than he was Kraig and both boys knew it.

"Do you wish you'd come out at fourteen?" Hunter asked. Over the
last month he'd been trying to get used to the fact that his father was
a closet homosexual.

"Not really. Yes, I was often an unhappy kid, but I am not unhappy
with my life today. I do love your mother, and I have a son I love as
well, even if I often have done a poor job of showing that. Besides, it
was not something fourteen year old Mayfield boys did back then. I
would have been ostracized, even though I was probably the star
athlete in the school as an upperclassman."

"I'm glad things are different today," Kraig said.

"You still have to deal with the Steves and Crawfords and Eddies of
the world," Allen said.

"Fuck `em," Hunter said. He suddenly realized what he'd said and
turned bright red. "No offense, dad."

"None taken."

The boys had been sitting in leather seats in front of the desk. Hunter
could remember many icy cold lectures from his father regarding him
and baseball and sports, lectures that got him to hating baseball as
well as his father. He didn't know exactly what caused the sudden
change in his father's attitude and outlook, but he was grateful for it.

Hunter and Kraig stood up. Hunter started out of the room, but Kraig
held back. Kraig couldn't help but notice Allen looking at Hunter's ass
so nicely packaged in his tight briefs. Allen turned his attention to
Kraig and saw the noticeable bulge made by the teen erection
straining in his briefs. Kraig's t-shirt came down below the waistband
on his underpants, but did little to hide the fourteen year old's boner.

Kraig smiled and yanked his briefs midway down his thighs, his
almost five inch piece of steel popping free, partially obscured by his
shirt. It literally slapped against Kraig's belly as it popped loose. He
walked to the backside of the desk where Allen was sitting, coming
within a foot of the obviously conflicted man.

"I told you that you can touch it any time you want," Kraig said, edging
a step closer. He understood more and more what his twin brother
saw in Mark the umpire and Sherman the engineer.

"Seeing as you are practically my son-in-law that would almost
constitute incest," Allen said hoarsely. He desperately wanted to wrap
his hand around Kraig's sexual organ, to fondle his smooth hanging
balls while he masturbated the teen until he spilled his seed on the
thick carpeting in his office.

"Nothing wrong with incest. My brother Kevin would be my boyfriend
if we didn't have Hunter and Lars. I have sex with him and Korey all
the time. Now I want to do it with my...my...father-in-law." He had to
stifle a giggle at the end. His boner was all but touching Allen's arm.

"You offer the biggest temptation I've had in many years, but I don't
need to have the molestation of a fourteen year old boy showing up
on my resume."

"It ain't molesting if I want it and I'd sure as hell never tell."

"What does Hunter think of this?"

"I didn't ask him." Kraig never asked Hunter if it was okay if he had
sex with his brothers. Kraig simply understood that it was acceptable
to Hunter and did it. He didn't see any difference between that and
having sex with Allen in his office.

 But that was not how Hunter's father saw it. "Then maybe you should
ask," he said seriously.

"Hunter knows why I stayed behind. He could have told me to come
with him."

"Now is not the time," Allen said, even though he knew that it was the
perfect time.

Kraig knew he wasn't going to get what he wanted—this time. But he
wanted to have at least a partial victory. "Touch my boner, like you
did in Hunter's room...please."

Allen Hawkins rubbed his fingers up the length of Kraig's shaft, then
wrapped his hand around it, letting his thumb rub the teen's
cockhead. It was all Kraig could do not to blow his load right there.

"Happy, now?" Allen asked as he let go of his prize, wanting to
masturbate Kraig all the way to the logical end.

Kraig smiled at his boyfriend's father. "Thanks. And remember, you
can stick your hand in my pants any time."

"I'll keep that in mind. Now go join your boyfriend before we both do
something we'll regret."

Kraig left the office, not bothering to pull up his briefs, giving Allen a
full view of his athletic bubble butt.

"What was that all about?" Hunter asked as Kraig walked into the
family room. Hunter's eyes went wide when he saw Kraig's
underpants pulled down below his balls. "Oh, wow, it was about that."
He didn't have to tell Kraig what "that" meant.

"I got horny."

"I can't believe you get horny for my dad."

"You know he's horny for me," Kraig said.

"Did he touch you?"

"Once, but I could tell he wanted to do more. He said I had to ask you
if it was okay."

Kraig sat next to Hunter on the couch as Hunter thought about what
Kraig had just said. The silence lingered as the clock on the mantle
ticked away. "I guess I'm not ready for that right now," Hunter said. "I
mean, the idea of my boyfriend having sex with my father kind of
freaks me out." What Hunter didn't say was that the idea of him
having sex with his father freaked him out, too, because he had his
moments he wanted to do just that.

"Well if you ever change your mind let me know," Kraig said. Kraig
knew that when it came to sex, Hunter usually came around to his
way of seeing and doing things, but he had to take his time and give it
a lot of thought first.

Seeing Kraig sitting next to him on the couch, sporting a boner while
his underpants were pulled down under his balls, was too much for
Hunter. He suddenly got up and kneeled between Kraig's legs. He
yanked down his own briefs as he placed Kraig's cock in his mouth.
Both boys were sexually excited to the point of forgetting who was on
the other side of the closed office door.

Hunter barely got started when that door opened and Hunter's father
stepped out. He quickly saw Hunter's lips wrapped around Kraig's
throbbing teen boner and shook his head.

"Boys, we discussed where you can and can't take care of your
business," he said gently. His voice startled both of them, and Hunter
looked up, his face beet red.

"We thought you'd be working," Hunter said apologetically.

"You two seem pretty adept and being caught in the act by the fathers
of the world."

"My dad hasn't caught us yet," Kraig said.

"I think it's only a matter of time." Allen saw that Hunter had his briefs
pulled down and saw his son's full boner. He was impressed by its
length and girth. His son was indeed hung for a fourteen year old,
and in that respect he took after his old man.

Hunter stood up, giving his father a better view of his goods,
wondering if he should pull up his briefs. As he stood there debating
what to do, Kraig pulled his own briefs completely off. That scenario
alone told Allen how the conversation between Kraig and Hunter
regarding sex had played out. It was what he'd expected and he was
grateful for that outcome.

"Now, get a room and don't be public like that again when your
mother and I are in the house, or there will be consequences."

"Yes, sir," Hunter said, feeling chastised. Kraig merely looked at Allen
and smiled. Kraig knew what Allen Hawkins wanted those
consequences to be.

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