Date: Thu, 12 Aug 1999 15:20:53 -0500
From: Todd <9inchhog@bigfoot.com>
Subject: Georgia Passion

This story is based on experiences when I was in high school. 
The characters are fictionalized people, This story is fantasy.
The names have been changed to protect the innocent, er, that is the guilty
participants. If you are too young to be reading this, go back to the
Disney web site. This story is about a sexual relationship between two
teenage boys. The author takes no responsibilty for what happens if you
read this.
Just remember to wipe the monitor off.


I had moved to Georgia with my parents and was starting 9th grade. The
people there were different than back in the midwest. I had to put up with
some of the stupid Yankee slurs but those people were in the minority. I
went out for football again, and was in the marching band. Fortunately the
two didn't clash because I was in JV football and the band performed at the
varsity games only. I was in the band and Jv football with Tom, he was
about 5'9" tall, dark brown hair and brown eyes. I had noticed when I was
in Jr. high that I was attracted to guys. Showering after P.E. and football
practice i was always checking out the other guys. Sort of nonchalantly,
seeing who had hair, who was bigger, who was uncut, that sort of thing. I
noticed the other guys doing the same thing to some degree. Just normal I
guess. Some of the guys were afraid to shower, usually they were the ones
like Mark who still hadn't gone into puberty. The coach always made sure we
got clean. He'd walk in and make sure we all had wet hair to make sure we'd
showered.

	Well, back to Georgia. I almost forgot, my name is Tom too, at that
time I was 5'10" brown hair and hazel eyes. still have the hazel eyes
although now I'm 6'1" and blond. (yeah a dumb blond is writing this story)
I first noticed Tom in the band room, he was talking to his brother Ken.
Ken was on the varsity football team, he was 16 and already 6'1" tall. I'd
seen Ken in the locker room, both football teams had practice together on
different fields and showered together. Football practice started two weeks
before school. I was in Heaven, lots of older guys with all kinds of dicks
out on view. Ken was hung well. Tom was one of those who would only change
down to his underwear and not shower. I thought his shyness was kinda cute.
He didn't have the same big package as his brother. Ken was proud of his
dick, he walked aroud the locker room showing it off to everyone. It was
skinny and about 6 inches soft. Really hairy balls too. Tom started
football practice when school started. He'd been at his uncles house for
the summer so he missed the early practices. Ken and I hit it off right
away. He played trombone and I played trumpet.

	Ken said "Hi Tom" when I walked into the bandroom, Tom on the other
hand seemed to be annoyed that I was there. I couldn't figure it out. I was
guessing that he was mad that Ken seemed to be hanging around me instead of
his little brother. Ken sensed this and said "Hey, what's the problem
Shorty?" Tom was very pissed when Ken called him Shorty, he said "I don't
see why you hang around with this damn yankee." Ken laughed and said "Hey
he's not like most of those Yankees. He's a nice guy." I felt ten feet tall
at the time. Tom just scowled and walked off. I asked Ken what the problem
was and he just said it must be that time of the month. We both howled and
Tom looked back knowing we were laughing about him. I could tell he was
angry at me. What I didn't know at the time was he was just as pissed at
Ken for calling him Shorty.

	A few days passed and i got into my routine at school. I walked to
school in the morning, went to my homeroom physical science class then
civics, then band, then P.E. The only thing I liked about P.E. was the
showers afterward. Our teacher was a BIG woman that we could have sworn was
a man. She hated men (or so it seemed). Lunch hour was cool, I often ate
with Ken, and Tom sometimes joined us. Then the three of us would go
outside and sneak a smoke. Tom still seemed upset having his brother spend
time with me. I thought Ken was so cool. He wasn't inhibited at all. He'd
tell us stories about getting this girl or that girl to suck his "eight
inch wonder" as he called it. He'd also talk about jerking off whenever he
was horny. He told us a story about him doing it on the couch and his
parents came home early and he was naked on the couch with nothing but a
towel he had to clean up with. He said he had to sit there waiting for his
dick to go down before he could get back to his bedroon and put some
clothes on. I pictured that in my mind, talking to his mom and dad wearing
nothing but a towel waiting for his hardon to go down. I was really turned
on thinking about it and I popped a boner right there. Ken didn't notice
and i didn't think Tom did but I found out later I was wrong.

	Two weeks into the school I was coming out of the bandroom when Tom
ran right into me. I was almost knocked down and said "watch where you're
going Shorty!" His face turned red and he said "don't call me that" and he
punched me. I was stunned for a second and then I punched him back. After a
few punches we were both on the ground wrestling. Our band teacher came
running over and broke us up. He took us both to the principals office for
fighting. I was so mad I could barely see straight. The pricipal yelled at
us for a few minutes and said "you both know what the punishment is for
fighting, two swats and a week of detention" He got up and got this large
wooden paddle off the wal that had "Board of Education" burned into it. Tom
took his two swats and was a little teary eyed. I took mine and was the
same. "Now, both of you shake hands and apologize." We did and I felt a
little tingle when I took his hand.

	 Since we were both in football, we had to take detention after
practice. We were the only two there that late. Mr. Wheeler the science
teacher was there too. He had heard why we were there and said "Well since
you two can't stand each other, I want both of you to sit at this table
across from each other. no reading but you two can talk to each other."
There was no way I was gonna talk to him, he hit me for no reason. Mr
Wheeler left the room to check on an experiment he was running. After 30
min of sitting there across from him I decided I couldn't take any more
silence. I said to him, "I don't know why you hit me, YOU ran into ME
dammit. I should have hit you first." "You called me Shorty, fuckhead!" "So
that's why you hit me?" I asked with a perplexed look on my face. His face
got all red and I could tell he wanted to say something but couldn't. I
said "Hey, you're not that much shorter than me, I was just calling you the
same thing Ken calls you." When I said that, Tom got all teary eyed and
mumbled something and dropped his head down. I asked him what he'd said and
he repeated "He doesn't call me that because of my height" I was surprised
and he really started to cry. I was upset too about how I must have hurt
him. I said, "Hey I didn't mean it in that way, I meant your height, I mean
you probably have a big dick like Ken's" As soon as I said that I realized
I'd opened myself up to him in a way I really didn't want to. I'd be
labelled a queer all over the school if he told anyone. He looked up and
said to me "You mean you've been checking me out?" Oh God, what do I say, I
figured he could probably tell if I was lying since he was staring intently
at my face. So I said, "Oh you know, Ken always tells us about how big he
is and I figured you ARE related to him so it must be big too." He looked
into my eyes and his voice broke when he spoke "No it's not." He was really
hurt and I didn't know what to say.

	He hung his head down for a minute and I tried to think of the
words. so I said to him, "Hey I don't have the biggest one either, I keep
hoping it'll grow someday." Then I laughed and he laughed too. I looked him
in the eyes and said "Is this why you don't shower with us after football
practice?" He meekly said "Yes, I don't want the guys to make fun of me."
"No way, after all size isn't everything. its how you use it that counts.
What was that saying? 'It's not the size of the wand but the magic of the
user'" "Yeah but I haven't got to use it yet" "A cute guy like you?"  Oh
God, me and my big mouth. "You think I'm cute?" "Yeah in a plain sorta way"
(I've got to get out of this mess I talked myself into) "Fuck you! You said
I was cute, I guess you HAVE been checking me out!" I turned bright red and
was speechless. Tom noticed and then he laughed, "That's OK, I've been
checking you out too" WHAT! He's been checking me out? I just stammered,
"UHHH, UMMM,UHHH," "Come on spit it out, or swallow if you like that
better" I gulped and then he started to roll off his chair laughing. "I
guess you like swallowing better!" Then I fell off my chair laughing. "Fuck
you" "Not here" I looked into his eyes and knew he wasn't joking. I turned
red again and he smiled. "So you have thought about fucking me." "Well, OK,
you got me, now I suppose you're going to tell everyone in school." "No, I
won't, but only if I get to fuck you too." he said slyly.

	Mr. Wheeler came back into the room then and said "Well I guess you
two have finally worked it out. I always make students who fight sit across
from each other in detention. Most of the time they end up working their
problems out. I'm glad you two seem to have taken care of your problems.
You can leave detention 20 minutes early. I want to go home too."  I
grabbed my gym bag and Tom grabbed his and we headed out the door. Tom
smirked, "Ken won't be here for 15 min or so, I need to find something to
do." I looked at him and said "The lawn equipment shed next to the football
field!" We both ran down the hall and out the doors. I had seen that the
custodian never padlocked the door on the equipment shed, it would have
been difficult to steal the huge mower anyway. We only had 10 min left till
Ken was supposed to pick him up, so we had to hurry. Tom closed the door
and walked over to me. He started shaking. I rubbed his back and asked
"What's the matter?" He looked at me with those big brown eyes and said,
"I've never had sex before." "Well Tom, neither have I unless you count
Rosie Palm and her five daughters" He giggled and I laughed too.I said, "I
don't think we have enough time." "Well then just kiss me" I leaned over
and kissed his cheek. Then I gave him a peck on the nose. He tilted his
head up to catch my lips and we bumped noses. I gently sucked on his upper
lip and wrapped my arms around his back. He whimpered and launched his
mouth on top of mine. I'd kissed girls before but never a french kiss. His
toungue gently probed my mouth and I got the idea. I sucked on his tongue
like I wanted to suck on his dick. He reached around and grabbed my ass and
squeezed. I pressed harder onto his face. It was if time stood still. I
could feel his hard member straining in his pants poking me under the
balls. I broke off the kiss and looked down and said "Doesn't look like
Shorty to me." He gave me a look that melted my heart. Then he launched
into another kiss. Then he started sucking on my tongue. I thought I was
gonna cream my fruit of the looms right there. After a few minutes I said
"We gotta go, Ken will be here any minute and you can't ride home with a
boner like that." "OK but I wanna do more soon." We opened the door and
walked out after adjusting ourselves. we both carried our gym bags in front
of our crotches. I mussed his hair and turned to walk toward home. Tom
called out. "I'll see more of you tommorow." then he laughed. I fairly
floated home that evening. A million things running through my head. I
couldn't wait till tommorow.


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