Date: Sun, 15 Sep 2002 01:44:54 -0700 (PDT) From: tag michaels Subject: Taking A Stand pt.1 None of this story is true, as far as I know. It was sparked by something I read about gay boys being picked on and I figured it would be nice to have a young hero. So if you are a gay boy and under 18, then skip the sexy parts, shaaaa rrright, and know that there are hero's out there and that you aren't alone. Enjoy, Tag Chapter 1 At fourteen, almost fifteen, I guess I was have been a little big for my age. I stood about Five foot seven and a half and weighed in at about one forty, one forty five. My dad had been a big man, and my mom tall, so I was pretty much destined to follow suit. I had been told I was cute enough too, medium length light brown hair and hazel green eyes, depending on the day I guess. I was in real good shape, having had an uncle who owned a fitness place in the city where we had moved from. I used to work out every day, so after the move, had to figure out other ways to stay exercised. I didn't care for sports much, other than swimming and the town we moved to had a pool so I kinda became a regular there until school started. And then I saw Tim. Yes Yes Yes, I like boys, I'm gay, I'm a fag, a poofter whatever the fuck you want to call it. And, this is most important, I don't give a rusty fuck what you, or anyone else thinks about it, which is a big part of this story. Anyhow, that out of the way, I spotted the aforementioned Tim right off the bat in my English class. Shorter than me at about five foot four, he had platinum blonde hair worn a little long, dynamite baby blues framed by ultra long lashes, a turned up nose, and what looked like a pretty tight body. God knows his ass was slender and looked pretty firm. He was drop dead cute I'm telling ya and just a wee bit girlish. Not really flaming or anything and maybe it was just my gaydar that picked it up or wishful thinking, I dunno, but I liked what I saw and made a decision to get to know him which turned out to be fairly simple. I ran into him after school at the bus stop, got on the bus right behind him and when he sat down, asked if I could sit next to him. He was a little surprised but nodded his head "yes". "Hey, I'm Danny," I said, extending my hand. I am a fairly outgoing dude, having been in drama and other extracurricular pursuits most of my young life. "I'm Tim," he responded, "You're in my English class aren't you?" And I nodded that I was. He asked where I was from and I gave the brief run down, leaving a lot of stuff out, stuff that he would eventually learn, if I had my way about it. He asked how I liked it so far in wonderful Johnstown and I told him it was ok, then dropped my voice and said conspiratorially, "For a hick town." Tim looked surprised for a moment then laughed, his beautiful head thrown back and his whole body shaking. I liked his laugh, it almost had a melodic quality to it. "That's so funny and so true," he said after he settled down a little bit. I was glad he laughed, it had been a big gamble throwing that out there so soon but like I said, that's how I am. Then Tim told me a little about himself and it turns out that we liked the same kind of books, movies, and other little things. He didn't care for sports at all, liked drama and hated math. I was very good at math but hated science, which he was good at so we made a pact to start helping each other with our homework. He got off the bus first, saying he would see me in the morning and I thought about him for the rest of the ride to my stop. As I walked in the living room door my mom was there cleaning and asked how my first day of school went. I told her it was pretty cool then told her a little bit about Tim. "Oh," she said with a knowing smile, "boyfriend material is he?" "Maybe," I responded back, "he's pretty cute and I know you'll like him, he's a nice guy." I had come out to my mom when I was thirteen. By then I knew I liked boys and since my mom and I talked to each other about everything, I knew I was safe by telling her. I had only had one real boyfriend since then, although I had more than a few sexual encounters with boys my age, frequently in my own bedroom. My mother was a social worker, her degree in clinical psych, so we had gone over the whole sexual thing. She knew that she couldn't stop me, and why would she try. Pregnancy certainly wasn't an issue, but STD's and hygiene were so that is where she focused her influence on me. The next morning Tim came on the bus and plopped down next to me and we talked all the way to school before separating for our classes, making a deal to meet for lunch. About 10 minutes into my math class, Tim came in, handed a slip of paper to Mr. Williams who directed him to a seat somewhere behind me. Tim gave me a little eyebrow raise on the way by and after class told me he got a transfer into that math class. "I figured it might be easier if we were both in the same class." He didn't have to explain to me, I was all for it. We were in English next period so I sat behind him, sometimes whispering things to him to make him laugh. Tim had a science class the following period and I had gym then lunch during which we talked some more, bonding, as my mom would say. Ya, I'd like to bond with this boy all right. Afternoon was drama then science and gym, Tim's classes being the reverse of mine. We agreed to meet by his locker after school and catch the bus home and as I got close to where his locker was I saw three older boys with Tim sort of backed up against the wall, with them facing him. I didn't know what was going on precisely but I knew pretty much that Tim was in a spot. I got to within five feet of the little gathering and said out loud, "Tim, there you are dude, I been looking all over for you, excuse me guys," as I walked right through them. "Common, I really need help with this science shit, I just don't get it at all" and I took him by the arm and led him away looking over my shoulder, "Sorry guys but I really need his help right now." And strode down the hall and out the front door with my new friend in tow. Once out on the sidewalk and still walking Tim said in a half quiet voice filled with awe, "Fuck Danny you are one smooth mother fucker, you know that?" "Yeah, I know, keep walking" I said, not running but taking very purposeful strides toward our bus and not looking back. "What was that all about?'" I asked him as we walked. He told me that those three were the high school bullies and had picked on him before, like a lot of other kids, he added, not clarifying whether the bullies picked on other kids or other kids picked on him. I didn't pursue it but made a point to sometime in the future. I did most of the talking on the way home, Tim seemed a little bit subdued. I figured that he was embarrassed or something having to do with the afternoons little thing. As we pulled up to his stop I leaned over as if to get something and said into his ear, "Don't worry Tim, I got your back." He smiled at me then, flashing his perfect, blazingly white teeth. "Thanks," he mouthed before passing in front of me. I was right, he did have a cute little ass. And I wanted to lick it. Mom was at work when I got home so I grabbed a little snack then went up to my room to change. I was thinking of Tim as I stripped to my boxers. Well, to be honest, more about Tim's cute ass then got to wondering about his front. I tried to check it out kind of but he wore long shirts that covered him so I couldn't even guess. I started to get hard so laid on my bed and rubbed at the front of my underwear, helping my erection along, the other hand rubbing my chest and playing with a nipple. I was finally full on hard, all seven inches of circumcised cock pushing at the fabric that held it captive so I slipped my fingers into the waistband and pulled downward until the cloth was a puddle at my ankles. My hard cock was about an inch off of my flat hard belly, the slit looking right at me like a puppy dog waiting for a pat, so, pat it I did. I began slowly stroking on my boy toy, the other hand cupping my fat hairless balls, tugging gently on them and squeezing them. I was thinking about Tim doing it for me, or me doing it to him. I hadn't jagged for about four days so was feeling horny and hot so it wasn't long before the familiar tingle started in my balls. I jacked harder and faster then felt my cock thicken just before the head erupted. I thrust my hips high into the air, the feelings so intense and I blasted squirt after squirt of white gooey cum up to my neck and chest and belly, ending with a slow dribble down over my thumb knuckle as my stroking slowed and finally stopped. I laid there for at least three minutes, letting my breath get back to normal. I finally got up and cleaned myself off, put my boxers back on, slipped into some cargo's and a tee and went downstairs to watch TV. I was doing some homework later when mom called me to the phone. "Hey, how ya doin," Tim's voice asked after my tentative hello. "Oh hey Tim," I responded back, the smile on my face reflected in my voice, I hoped. "Nothing, just doing CYY-UNCE . Man that stuff is too labor intensive for me I'm telling ya." "Well how about I have my mom drive me over I'll help you with it, can your mom drive me back after?" I asked, she could and Tim did, come over that is, about ten minutes later. I was waiting in the living room when the doorbell rang and jumped up to open it, letting the cutest boy in town make the first step into my private life. I introduced him to my mom and we went up stairs to my room and Tim set his stuff on my desk and glanced around my large room. I still had a ton of stuff in boxes stacked in my closet cause I wasn't sure yet how much of it I was going to put up. All four shelves of my bookcase were filled though and Tim walked over to glance through some of the titles. He picked up a volume of American Indian tribes and thumbed through it with little interest and put it back, his interest roaming over some of the novels I kept. Something peaked his interest and he pulled out a glossy magazine that I had forgotten was there, lying on top of a set of encyclopedia's that almost touched the shelf above them. "Uh oh" I thought. I wanted Tim to know I was gay at some point, but I wanted to get him there a little more gently and after I knew him better. He thumbed through it quickly, pausing once or twice at full page color pictures of guys, some in underwear. "What's this" he asked, curiosity lurking in his voice, but not malice. "It looks like a gay magazine." My heart thumping I replied, "It is, kind of. XY is a magazine for the younger gay and lesbian crowd under twenty five or something. They discuss different issues, do movie and book reviews and stuff." "HHhmmm, well, are you gay?" he asked softly, looking up into my eyes. "Would it matter if I was or wasn't," I asked back. His response was quick, "No Danny, not at all, I was just curious, it doesn't matter, really, so what part of "CYY-UNCE" are you having trouble with?" he asked, mimicking my pronunciation. He had already replaced the magazine and was walking back toward my desk. I quelled my heart and followed him. We spent the better part of an hour helping each other with our respective school problems when there was a soft knock at the door. Turning I saw mom in the open doorway with a plate of brownies and two large glasses of milk on a tray. "I thought you guys might like a little snack" as she came over and deposited the tray on one corner of my desk. I call the thing a desk, it isn't, it's more of a workbench, a seven foot long piece of laminated counter top that had come out of a house my dad remodeled. It sits on top of plastic boxes that they put milk gallons into for storage, stacked three high at each end of the bench. It's really a great all purpose item that can take a lot of abuse and I had two office chairs for it, the padded kind on rollers that can pump up and down. Kewl. "Thanks mom." Mom isn't exactly the June Cleaver type so I knew she was wanting to help make a good impression on Tim. "Thanks Mrs." And there Tim stopped, looking sheepish. "I don't even know your last name, I feel sooooo stupid" he said, looking at me. I laughed cause the expression on his face was so classic, like he had stood up ready to toss off an answer in class and got a total brain fart and forgot what he was gonna say. Mom saved the day, patted Tim on the shoulder and said, "Bennett, and don't worry about Tim. You can call me Patty if you like, or Mrs. Bennett, either way is fine. I'll let you boys get back to studying" and she turned and left the room. I was still smiling big time and said, "Dude, the expression on your face was so funny I wish I had a camera. It reminded me of a guy once in a martial arts show I was at and he was doing this complicated form and as he turned toward the judges and where I was sitting and he just froze in place you could see on his face that he totally forgot what he was doing." "Oh man I really felt stupid Danny, gosh." And his voice just trailed off. "Ahh don't worry about it buddy," and I put an arm around his shoulder and hugged him a good one before reaching for the tray and sliding it over to replace books and papers. We nibbled and made small talk, Tim's eyes occasionally glancing toward my bookcase, which got me to wondering. Finally I said quietly, "You can look through it if you want Tim, it's ok." He looked at me, knew that I knew something about what was going on in his head so didn't bother to deny it. He just said, "Are you sure, I mean, I wouldn't want to offend you or anything, it's just that I've never seen a magazine like that and, well, it's interesting is all." I got up and retrieved the XY and brought it back to the bench pushing the tray of food back to make room. It was an older issue titled SKEWL and had a locker room scene on the cover with Randy Harrison, the drop dead cute and hot as hell, star of Queer As Folk. We thumbed through it together without much talk, Tim lingering at times before moving on. There were a couple of photos that pretty well depicted what had happened, or might have happened, to him at school that afternoon and I commented on it, my voice gently soft, encouraging him to talk. "Yeah, well," and he kept thumbing through the magazine and slowing down considerably toward the end where there full page pictures of boys, clothed but mostly bare chested, and pants low enough to see a thin ridge of pubic hair sneaking a peak out the top. They were young, well toned, and key-fucking-ute and Tim commented on it. "Yeah, they are, XY always uses guys like that. Hell, you would fit perfect in there." Tim turned and looked at me, a quizzical expression, mixed with doubt on his face. I laughed and said, "Dude, seriously, YOU could be in that magazine, trust me." He looked back at the magazine, then back at me. "Soooo, are you saying I'm gay, or I'm cute" he asked in an either/or tone, his voice low, and I knew then. I knew he was gay or at least open to the whole thing and I also knew that we were at a critical point here. Having a psychologist mom has a great deal of advantages, having taught me how to read people and situations, to communicate and other things. "Tim," I said, my voice matching his, "I'm saying that you look every bit as good as any boy in there," And pointed at the magazine, "and given the chance could grace these pages with your presence." I decided to take a chance here and added lightly, "Of course I've only seen your face, I don't know how the rest of your body would look in here. We might have to keep you clothed, but maybe not," and I leaned away, letting my eyes drift down over his fully clothed body. We were sitting, the sides of our bodies touching and he bumped into me with his shoulder in that "Quit it" kind of way, that says "I like what your saying but am embarrassed by it." He went on slowly turning pages and without looking up said softly, "So could you ya know, be in here I mean." Pause. "And I bet your body would look great." And he smiled a little crooked half smile. We were at what is called "a choice point" and it was a matter of how fast I wanted to get where I was headed with this cutie boi. "Well then, I guess I'll have to give you a peek then," and stood up and stepped away from the bench, slowly unbuttoning my shirt. Just before it was done, I turned dramatically, dropped the shirt to my shoulders and looked coyly back over my shoulder at him and smiled a fake sexy seductive smile, then turned slowly, holding my shirt open and away from my body. As I said in the beginning, I am in very good shape and by virtue of training am well developed, probably better than one out of a hundred boys my age and equal to any boy I have seen in XY. My pecs are well toned, with nice brown medium sized nipples, and graduate into a defined six pack, my lower belly tight, and gently sloping into my pants, my narrow hips prominent and creating a slight gap between them and my lower abdomen as it slipped into the waistband of my underwear. Tim had turned in his chair to watch me, and his mouth literally hung open in surprise. When he finally found his voice he said quietly, and maybe even a little throatily, "Danny, your body is so awesome I can't believe it, oh man," and unconsciously I'm sure, he reached out and trailed his fingers over my abs. His fingers felt so good, cool on my skin. "My body isn't anywhere near what yours is" and he stood, pulling his tee-shirt up and over his head. He was right, it wasn't, but not that many boys were. Tim was slender, a defined chest with small light brown nipples and areola's. His belly wasn't nearly as defined as mine either but it was smooth and flat, his pale skin a contrast to my darker skin but just as inviting. "You have a nice body Tim, turn around." And I indicated a circle with my finger. He did and when he came full circle I said, "You have a nice little butt, much nicer than mine I think." And boy did he, a narrow bubble butt that protruded nicely from the small of his back. "Maybe mine is smaller," he responded, making me turn as he did, "but yours is still really nice and matches you I think and if it's like your chest and stuff I bet it's like a rock." He had totally forgotten that we had entered the type of discussion that boys generally don't get into, at least not in a friendship that was this new. But then, if he was gay, or inclined that way, it was understandable. Then he clinched it. We were standing practically chest to chest, the sexual tension so thick in the air that you could cut it with a knife. He looked up slightly up at me and very quietly asked, "Does the rest of your body match this I wonder," and he lightly touched my abs again right at my underwear band, his eyes never leaving mine. I was sure that if he looked down he could see that my dick was responding to the talk, his gentle touch. I reached between us and grazed a nipple with my fingers and said very softly, "Maybe you should spend the night tomorrow and find out." "Maybe I should," he said, his voice still low, "maybe I should, but for now, I need to get home, it's late." It was almost like my mom was listening in or reading our minds or something cause she called from the bottom of the stairs saying it was time for her to take Tim home. I yelled back that we were coming and Tim put his tee back on while I buttoned my shirt choosing to leave it hanging out to cover my now full on chubby. I heard mom open the front door and the car start in the driveway and as we headed out of my room, I stopped Tim at the top of the stairs and leaned in and kissed him lightly on the lips. "I'm glad I met you" I whispered. The look on his face changed quickly from surprise to a smile and he quickly kissed me back, "Me too." And ran down the stairs with me in hot pursuit and we didn't stop till we reached the back of our car, a Lexus sc 400. We sat in the back and engaged in an animated conversation until Tim had to get at his house. I had climbed in first, so as he was getting out I reached out and gave his butt a little squeeze which mom couldn't see, not that she would have cared, but I didn't want to embarrass Tim. When he turned to say goodbye, he had a huge grin on his face, then he was gone up the sidewalk. Mom commented that he seemed like a nice boy and I was right, he was cute, "But so are you Danny, I hope you realize that." "Yeah, I know, Tim said so. He's gonna spend the night tomorrow if you don't mind." She gave me a little smirk of a smile and said that was fine with her and changed the subject. She knew that Tim and I would likely have sex but that was as much information as she wanted. She never pried into my sexual affairs, allowing me to talk about that kind of stuff with her if I chose to. At home, I said goodnight and went to my room and closed the door, stripping down immediately and lubing my still hard cock and jacking off, thinking about the evening with Tim and fantasizing about what would happen the next night, if he were allowed to spend the night. I came hard and fast, my sperm slamming out of my cock and reaching as far as it had the day before, leaving a sticky white trail from my belly button to my neck. Tim and I sat together on the bus and this time, our legs not only touched but we both exerted a slight pressure against the other, building on the sexual energy of the night before. All during the day it was difficult trying to maintain a semblance of normalcy, to have a meaningless conversation between us knowing that in a few hours we would most likely be naked and sexy. At one point during lunch when we were outside and no one was around I whispered to him, "Did you go home and jack off thinking about tonight?" Tim looked around before nodding his head yes. "So did I, I whispered back, I shot cum all the way to my chin." He looked over at me, his eyes wide open, and a half smile on his perfect lips. "True story" I said quietly then I added, "You are spending the night aren't you?" He nodded yes and all I could say is "good." The ride home on the bus was a repeat of the morning, legs touching, slight pressure, nothing to arouse the attention of others but sufficing to let one know the other was there. Tim left the bus, saying g'bye and I rode on home to my stop. The plan was that Tim would come over about seven thirty or so which fit my schedule. After dinner, I went up and took a shower, once again grateful that I had my own bathroom, dried off by towel first then wandered around my room naked to dry off totally. I lightly sprayed my hair with Kouros, my favorite cologne, then put a small drop of behind each ear for fragrance. I like to keep cologne off of skin areas that might have someone's lips touched to it cause it tastes shitty. I chose Calvin underwear, startling white against my American Indian & Italian skin color. They were cut high at the hips, which of course emphasized my stuff big time. I slipped on some baggy cargo pants, loose at the waist , easy to fall off once they are unbuttoned. I topped it off with a white cotton pullover shirt with an open neck and no buttons. It was a blousy sort of thing that you might find in the tropics, loose long sleeves that ended at my wrists. I looked at my self in the mirror and, ever critical, decided I was definitely seducible. Then I heard the front door bell ring. I skipped a few steps going down the stairs and opened the door to see Tim and I assumed, his mother standing there. My heart skipped a beat but I recovered quickly and invited them both in. Tim introduced the woman as his mother, Mrs. Williamson, who went on to say that she generally tried to know the parents of boys that Tim hung out with, oh, and of the course the boy. I laughed and asked them to have seat in the living room while I went up stairs to get my mother. Two minutes later we were back in the living room, introductions were made and the basic topic of discussion, parental networking, came out. Both parents agreed on all points, my mother stating quite clearly that she trusted me implicitly to do what was right in any given situation. The conversation drew to a close and Tim's mom left, apparently satisfied that all would be well. I asked Tim if he wanted a soda or something to which he nodded yes so we went foraging in the kitchen, returning a few minutes later and flipping on the TV and sitting, one on each end of the sofa. I patted the seat next to me but he wouldn't move, whispering, "Your mom's in the house, I can't." Boy did I have some things to teach this boy. Five minutes later mom came down the stairs and said she was going to a movie with a couple of the girls and would be home later, and out the door she went. Tim moved before the car had left the driveway, sitting right next to me with a hand touching my thigh but not quite on it. I figured, correctly as it turned out, that Tim was not very experienced which meant that I needed to take the lead. Not a problem. I set my soda on the table next to me and turned to face him. I put my hand on his chin, brought our faces together and leaned the rest of way to put my lips to his, softly, gently and while not a quick peck, I didn't linger long either. "Want to go up to my Room I whispered." He only nodded his head so I took his hand and stood, encouraging him to his feet. His hand still in mine, I walked him upstairs and into my room, closing the door behind us. I turned to face him and, hands on his shoulders, kissed him again, this time a little longer. Tim broke the kiss this time and looking into my eyes stated, "I've never done this before Danny. I've wanted to, I've dreamed of it but haven't." "It's ok baby," I whispered to him, "I'll go slow and easy. It'll be just fine." "I trust you Danny," he whispered back, "I'm really nervous but I trust you." My room was bathed in a deep blue due to a light that I had placed in the corner behind my dresser. It created a nice seductive atmosphere as I stepped away from Tim about three feet and lifted my shirt up over my head and tossed it out of the way. Without taking my eyes from him, I undid the snap of my pants and unzipped them, letting them fall to the floor on their own. Tim's eyes followed downward of course so I just stood, hands at my side and allowed him to take me in. I could see his eyes go wide in amazement. I don't wish to sound conceited or arrogant but realistically, for a boy with no experience, I probably was, if not an amazing sight, at least very eye catching. As I said, my body is well developed from my head to my toes and everything in between. My seven-inch cock and large balls filled out the Calvin's very nicely, the whiteness of the cloth standing out against my darker skin. The blue light enhanced all of it, adding even more eroticism to the whole scene. "My god Danny your body is so incredible," Tim said with quiet awe as he gazed up and down, lingering on the white portion. I stepped back up to him. "I bet your body is worth looking at too," and reaching to the bottom of his shirt, I pulled it out of his pants and pulled it up over his blonde head. I ran my hands over his smooth chest and belly then undid his pants and pulled them down far enough for them to fall on their own then stood back a little and looked him over. Of course he wore boxers, in this case red silk, and the front protruded nicely from his obviously hard cock. He looked lovely, and I told him so. Moving back to him, I put my arms around his waist and pulled his body into mine, feeling his warmth and the pressure of his dick against mine. "I love your body Tim. I love how it looks and I love how it feels." And I kissed his lips, this time longer, with more pressure and motion. He responded back, his arms around my neck and exerting pressure as my hands slid downward and gently kneaded his slim boy butt. Oh man, his ass felt so good in my hands and I continued to rub and squeeze, pulling the cheeks slightly apart and putting them back. I broke the kiss and moved down to his neck and began kissing it. Tim let his head fall to one side, giving me more access and I felt his whole body shiver as my lips gently touched from place to place. His skin was so soft and warm and I was getting oh so hot from holding him. I broke away and placing my hand on his slender hips, guided him backwards until he was at one of the chairs by my work bench. I directed him to sit and when he did I knelt between his legs and began rubbing up and down on them, slowly inching my way upward to his crotch. I slipped a hand up inside each leg, rubbing softly, edging my way up until I reached his balls and allowed my fingers to graze over each side of them. He moaned quietly, his hands gripping the edges of the chair as if to prevent him from falling off, and he slid downward more so that his balls would hang a little bit instead of rest on the seat of the chair. I used both hands to push on leg of his boxers up, then placed one hand on his inner leg and the other about where his balls were and pushed gently, opening him up, then leaned in and licked at the crease between his leg and pubic bone, the skin smooth to my lips. God I love that area on another boy, it is so soft and sensuous and sensitive. It was no different for Tim and his moans became louder and I kissed and licked, then moved over to nose on his balls then licked there. His breathing became faster, he was almost gulping air as I licked on his smooth, hairless sac. As I licked and suckled his balls, I had let my other hand move upward to grasp onto his rigid flesh through the silk and discovered what felt like a respectable six or so inches of rock hard boy cock. "Oh fuck Danny, stop or I'm gonna cum," he moaned, his hands running through my hair. I did stop, and stood up, then bent and kissed him passionately for a second or three before standing straight before him. I put my hand on the waistband of my underwear but his hands went straight for mine, moving them out of the way. "I want to do that" he said huskily and pulled the elastic waist outward then down freeing my rampant boy boner to stare him in the face. Tim gasped as it bounced free, "God your cock looks so huge," he whispered as he pulled my underwear down to my feet where I stepped out of them. He reached for my cock and stroked on in, the other hand reaching underneath and cupping my fat balls and hefting them. "Your balls are so big too," he said as he gently squeezed them, "bigger than mine." "Then let me see you" I responded, putting my hands on his forearms and encouraging him to stand. He did, and I pulled him to me once more, kissing him fiercely now, pushing my tongue into his open mouth. As before, my hands were on his ass but this time under his boxers, grasping the fleshy orbs in my hands before sliding to the sides and pressing the waistband open as I moved to the front to pull it open enough to get them down over his hard cock. I moved my lower body away from his just far enough to pull the cloth down far enough to catch it with my toes and tug his underwear to the floor. I kept kissing him, our tongues battling, first in one mouth then the other, as my body returned to press against his, my hands firmly on his ass and forcing our hard cocks to mash side by side into our bellies. I finally broke the kiss and dropped to my knees in front of him, and stared at his crotch. I loved what was before me. His cock stood proudly upright, a pulsing six plus inches of boy flesh underneath which hung a smooth and hairless bag of teenage sperm filled balls. Behind the pillar of pale blue veined flesh was a neat patch of light brown pubic hair with no visible trail of hairs toward his flat "outtie" belly button. His cock was cut, and the pink head swollen with blood, clear liquid leaking downward under the helmet like head. It was beautiful, just like it's owner, and I told him so. "You're beautiful Tim, your cock is magnificent" I said quietly, and I leaned in and licked the precum from under the head before pulling the shaft downward and resuming the cleaning with my tongue. I took the head into my mouth and sucked it softly. The boy moaned with pleasure, his hands on my head, kneading my scalp. I placed a hand on his ass and the other on his smooth balls and guided him forward, taking inch after thick firm inch of warm flesh into my mouth. "Oh fuck oh god," he moaned as his pride and joy disappeared into my warm recess of my mouth. I encouraged him to fuck me, pushing him away gently then pulling him back to me. "I'm gonna cum oh fuck I'm gonna cum Danny ooohh gaaaaaaawwddd," he moaned as his cock erupted. I felt his firm flesh swell and the warm liquid of his balls splash against the back of my mouth and slide down my throat. Both of my hands moved to his hips, guiding his hard cock in and out of my mouth, forcing his young sperm to exit his body in squirt after squirt of gooey fluid to find a new, unproductive home, in my stomach. He couldn't have stopped if he wanted to, Mother Nature taking over and helping Tim to lose his virginity as he pumped into my mouth. After what seemed like seven or eight squirts, followed by a minute of shaking, he finally stopped. I let his cock sit in my mouth, knowing that if I moved my tongue he would go nuts from the tickling feelings. Tim finally removed his dick on his own. I stood up to face him. "How was that baby," I asked, "did you like that?" he only nodded his head then kissed me hard and long. "Oh ya," he said once he stopped kissing me, "God that was so awesome Danny I can't believe how good that felt. I smiled at him then led him to my bed and lay down, pulling him with me. We held each other and kissed, then he said, "I want you to cum too Danny, what should I do?" I told him that he could do anything he wanted to me, jack me off, suck, whatever he felt like he wanted to do. He then slid down to my waist and just looked. He stroked on my cock a little, then hefted my balls again, and just looked me over. "I can't get over your body Danny, it's so awesome and your cock is so big. And look at the precum Danny, oh man you make a lot. Do you shoot lots of sperms too?" he asked. I told him he would have to find that out for himself. He began my licking the precum off my cock head, then he mostly followed what had done to him. He took the head in his mouth and sucked it a bit before trying to get the shaft inside. Of course he choked after about two inches so I told him to go slow. He finally managed to get almost four inches in and he stayed there, bobbing his head up and down, taking my thick cock and out of his mouth. It really didn't take long. Sometimes it does but it had been so long since I was with another boy and this one was so so cute and I was so hot from having his cock and cum in my mouth that I hit the peak fairly soon. "Fuck Tim, it feels so good having you suck my cock dude but I'm gonna cum real soon, you better move your mouth away." He did as I suggested, saying his mouth was getting sore so he stroked on my cock. "Oh god Tim, hold me tighter, go a little faster, oh man, I'm gonna squirt out my cum oh man oh man." I thrust my hips in the air, and groaned loudly as jet after jet of hot boy sperm blasted out of my cock, headed for the moon. The first squirt went over my shoulder, the next one in my hair, and the two after that on my neck and three more onto my chest. My dick finally quit spitting and slowed to a dribble onto my belly, two or three more small spurts. "Fuck Danny," Tim exclaimed, "you shoot a lot of cum, man I never saw so much sperms in my life. Course I haven't seen any but mine, but still." Tim let go of my cock and slid up along side of me and I pulled him to me, kissing him, rubbing his back and his delicious little ass while he got into the swing of things and did the same for me. I liked the way his body felt against mine he fit me very nicely. It didn't take long before we were both hard again, and making out, stroking each other's cock while we kissed. There were so many things I wanted to do with him, to him, but I knew that it was going to take time. For now though, I told him to wait a sec and reached into a drawer in my head board and took out some lube and applied it to both of our hard cocks, then I concentrated on his, stroking up over the lubed up head and causing Tim to go fucking crazy. He got the idea and did the same to me. Because he was new at partnered sex, Tim got there first. I could tell by his moans and breathing that it was time so I stopped his action on my cock and moved him on his back and finished him off, stroking on the head till he said he was gonna cum that moved to the shaft and continued. I watched, always amazed, as fresh boy cum blasted out the pale head of his prick and up onto his chest. Tim made a fair amount of sperm himself, not as much as me, but enough, and of course this was his second coming, as it were, so he might be a little short on amount. I kept on jacking his cock until it slowed to a dribble then slowly stroked it, milking him, getting every single drop out. When he finally stopped I rolled to my back and started doing myself. Tim wanted to do it but I told him to suck on my nipple instead, which he did. I love having my nipples sucked and it wasn't overly long before I was ready to cum again and told Tim he should move. He did, and just in time as my dick erupted again, spewing forth white, sticky cream from my chest down to my belly button. "I just can't get over how much cum you make," he said then leaned down and kissed me again. "I feel all gooey," I said, "Wanna take a shower together?" He did, so we did, and of course we washed each other. I went first so took the opportunity to work on his asshole. I had soaped his back and legs before tackling his delicious butt. "Man Tim, your ass is so cute, I want to gobble it up" I said as I washed him. "Spread your legs baby" and he did. I soaped up and down his cleavage then went all the way under and soaped his balls from behind. I moved back and forth a few times before I finally went for it and slid to his boy hole, soaping it over and fingering it. "Oooohhhhh god Danny that feel so good," he moaned. "I can't believe how that feels in there, oh man." I rinsed him all over then got on my knees and spread his cheeks, opening his asshole to air for the first time. I looked it over a second then put my tongue in there, reveling in the texture of his anal muscle. I love rimming, and when the boy is as cute as Tim was then it's extra fun. My cock was throbbing from the pleasure I was getting and judging from Tim's moans and groans, he wasn't finding any complaint with my work. I stopped and turned him around, almost poking my eye out from his rock hard rod. I sucked his cock into my mouth and bobbed there a few times before letting it plop out. I stood up and he fell into my arms. "Oh my fucking god that was so incredible Danny, where did you learn to do that it feels so fucking good I though I was gonna cum on the spot." I laughed and told him it was just part of being a gay boy. "Those silly assed straight boys just don't know what they are missin I said, and besides that, gay guys probly suck cock ten times better than girls cause we love it so much. I think if straight guys knew how much gay boys worshiped cock they'd be standing in line with their pants down." Tim laughed and said I was probly right. He took the soap and proceeded to wash and soap me, just as I had done to him. Although he was fine with washing my asshole real good he wasn't ready to put his mouth in there. I kissed him and said it was ok, maybe he would and maybe he wouldn't but for now, don't worry abut it. We got out, dried off and I asked him if he was hungry to which he nodded yes so I suggested we go down stairs and rummage up something and headed for the door. "What if your mom comes home and we're running around naked, I'd die of embarrassment and she wouldn't let me see you again." I chuckled and told him he was partially right and went to a drawer and pulled out some boxers while Tim pulled his red silk ones back on. "My mom knows that we are home having sex Tim, or she at least suspects that we are. That's why she went out for the evening, to give us some privacy." Tim's face registered total shock. He could not be more shocked if she walked in the room and actually saw us naked. I went on before he could freak out. "I came out to my mom almost three years ago Tim, and she supports my sexuality totally. She knows that I am gonna be sexually active, specially with a boy I like," and here I kissed him before going on. "She's a clinical psychologist, not a minister. We have been over the safe sex thing and she trusts me completely. I have had a boy friend before who spent the night almost every weekend and who I had sex with alot. Mom is tactful, she would never ask but what she does care about is my emotional well being and that of the boy I am with. So don't be surprised if we talk openly about sexuality and feeling stuff front of you, or with you, ok?" "Well that pretty much freaks me out but if you say so then ok. I trust you Danny, I said that before and I mean it. I sure can't imagine my mom being like that." We headed down to the kitchen and rummaged around, finding a variety of things to nibble on and taking it all up stairs to my room where we ate and talked. I told him a bout my only boyfriend, Scott, who I was with for about four months and ended when he moved to Europe with his family who were military. He asked about my dad and I told him that dad had been killed in a car accident when I was ten. He had been a great guy and I still missed him sometimes. Tim talked about his life growing up in Johnstown, how boring it was and a little bit about his family. They were strict but loving and he wasn't sure just how they would deal with his being gay, which he had suspected since he was ten or so. "So what was the deal the other day with the bully boys," I asked quietly. He didn't say anything for a while then said, "About three months ago I mentioned to a girl who I thought was a close friend that I thought that a certain boy was kind of cute. Well, the short story is that she mentioned something to a girlfriend and it got around. I've lived here all my life and know everybody and no one thinks I'm queer but Brian Stevenson and the Edmonson twins want to think so and give me a hard time about it. Of course they bully everybody so no one is taking them seriously about my being gay since they call everyone a fag. It won't be long before they'll pick on you too Danny, it's unavoidable. You need to be careful around them. That was a great thing you did for me by the way but they resented it so watch your back." I chose not to go there with Tim. The bully boys were a non entity in my book, they didn't count, they would not be a problem, but I didn't tell Tim that. It was easier to avoid conflict and that is what I would do with them. "So what do you think would happen if you actually came out, if you, or we, just up and said we were gay. How do you think that would go over here?" Tim considered that for a moment then said, "I honestly don't know. I've wanted to tell a few close friends and my parents for a year or so but it is so fucking scary that I haven't." I could relate somewhat. Scott had been terrified that his military father would kill him if he found out. How the man never suspected is beyond me. I heard a knock at my door and mom asked if we were decent. "No mom," I yelled, "We're stark naked." Tim almost died. Mom said she was sorry and would see us in the morning. I laughed and yelled that I was just kidding and she could come in and she did. Tim was clearly embarrassed that a woman he didn't really know saw him in his underwear, no tee shirt or nothing and of course mom knew he would be so after saying hello to him directed her conversation to me. It wasn't much, just how were we doing and all that. I told her just great so she knew, and that was ok. She said she had an okay time with the girls but nothing to crow about. Just isn't like the city. She said goodnight and left. "You just told her didn't you?" Tim asked, a little edge to his voice. I smiled and nodded my head then went to him and held his face in my hands, kissing him, I said, "Baby, I like you a lot, I hope we can be boyfriends. My mom will know sooner or later so trust me when I tell you, it's easier to get that part out of the way right off the bat. Of course seeing us in our underwear is pretty much a give away dontcha think?" "It's just so, weird, you know. I mean having an adult know that you're being sexy with their kid, and a son no less. Just takes time getting used to." And he kissed me back. It was late and we were both tired so decided to go to bed. I slipped my boxers off and Tim looked at me kind of strange. "I like sleeping naked with a boy Tim, I like feeling our bodies touching without clothes getting in the way. He smiled and dropped his red silks and I looked again in wonder at him. Fuck he was so cute. We climbed into bed and lay face first in each others arms, kissing, whispering to each other, before falling asleep. Chapter 2 Tim and I woke about the same time the next morning, me first, and I lay looking at him in sleep. I had woken up in the middle of the night to find him cuddled up close to me, his hand grasping my hard cock, which explained the dream I was having. I smiled to myself and went back to sleep. When he woke up I asked, "Sleep well baby?" he nodded that he had so then I asked if he was hungry and he said he was starving so I suggested that we go eat. We took our morning piss, threw on boxers and tee's then went down to the kitchen where mom was drinking coffee and reading the paper. I said g'morning and gave her a kiss. She said good morning to Tim and asked how he slept, and he said fine thanks. She smiled and went back to her paper. I poured cereal and made some toast and we munched, not talking much. Tim wondered what we would do for the day then suggested a movie so I asked mom and she ok'd it. Tim said he would call his mom and ask. He did, she said ok and that afternoon we went to see the newest Steven Segal flick. I like Segal movies, I liked the moves in Aikido. Short, sweet, to the point and often, bad assed. Tim and sat close together, our legs touching and sometimes our hands through the whole movie. Afterwards we saw the twins but managed to avoid them and walked around a bit before mom come pick us up and drop Tim off at his house. I kissed his cheek before he got out of the car, which I think embarrassed him a little bit but he smiled. We both wanted him to spend the night but his parents were the "one night on the weekend" kind of people. I hated that. Saturday night was a drag, Sunday wasn't much better and I had my first run in with the bully boys. It wasn't much really, and it was only Stevenson, god only knew where the twins were. I was walking along and minding my own business when he pulled up in a car. He was a junior, spose to be a senior, had his driver's license. He yelled at me to come over to his car. I kept walking and ignored him. I wasn't gonna buy into his shit. He drove past and stopped the car and got out, meeting me at the sidewalk. "I told you to come here city boy," he said angrily. I didn't want any trouble with the guy. It was gonna come sooner or later, that I knew, but I wanted to put it off until I knew a little more about him and the twins, how they moved, how they operated. So I told him I was sorry I must not have heard him. "Yeah well you better start fuckin listening punk ass. I didn't like how you rescued fag boy the other day and interrupted our fun. You a fag boy too city boy, huh?" "HHmmmm," I thought to myself. Maybe it would be better to pull the confrontation to me, maybe get it over with, although I knew it would take more than this. Fuck I hated this shit. "Uuummm no, I'm not gay, as if it's any of your fucking business whether I am or not." The guy outweighed me by fifty at least but wasn't much taller than me, maybe two inches. He was fat, looked slow, which proved to be right as it took him a second or two to figure out that I had just shit all over his little parade. "Why you little prick, I'll teach you a lesson" and he reached with his right, which meant he was left handed since it was pulled back for a punch. I ducked under his grasp, dropped to one knee and hammered him in the balls with my right fist then rolled onto the lawn away from the street since that was his back leg. As soon as I was cleared I was on my feet and running, although not all that fast since I knew there was no way that fat ass was gonna be chasing anyone for a day or two. He didn't yell after me which was a good and a bad sign. Good in that I nailed him hard, bad that he would not soon forget it. But that's ok. An angry opponent is one who makes mistakes and I was a guy who cashed in on mistakes. When I got home I called Tim and told him what happened. "Oh man Danny, they are gonna be gunning for you tomorrow." I told him that I knew it but that if it happened and he was with me, that he needed to do exactly as I told him. Don't think, don't question, just do it and do it fast. Could he do that? "Danny what are you talking about, you're scaring me, you aren't gonna like, shoot em or anything are you?" I laughed and told him no, I was not but that there were lots of things about me that he didn't know about, one of which was that I could take care of myself. Just follow my directions. School went okay until just after lunch. I figured that I might make it another day. I guessed wrong. We were standing at Tim's locker and something had struck me funny so I wasn't paying attention. All of a sudden I was whipped around and slammed backwards against the lockers. Brian was standing in front of me, red faced as all hell, one twin was about three feet to my left and the other was the same distance on the other side of Tim, who was on my right. I immediately pushed on Tim lightly, moving him another foot away from me. That served two purposes. It put space between him and me, and the twin, who thought Tim was trying to dig out, stepped in closer. So far so good. Stevenson had his right hand at my throat and I instinctively put my left hand on his from the outside, a normal reaction except that I was testing his strength as well as placing my hand where I needed it to be. His left hand was cocked back to swing and he was running his mouth. "You little mother fucker, I am gonna fuck you up for yesterday." Of course there was a crowd and it was growing bigger. I told Tim not to move, which aggravated Brian all the more. So far, so good. "You don't worry about him fuck face, he's gonna get fucked up after you are." "So," I said looking him in the eyes, "Are you gonna blather all day or are you gonna swing." I heard Tim groan at that, knowing he was gonna get hurt really bad. Actually, there was kind of a collective gasp from those standing close enough to hear. As I said, fat boy was not all that fast and he telegraphed his swing so far in advance that I could have eaten a sandwich waiting for it to get to me. The rest happened in a heartbeat. As soon as Brian's swing was committed, I jammed my thumb hard on the muscle between his thumb and index finger. Try it, hurts like hell and of course he loosened his grip immediately. At the same time, my fingers, which were in the palm of his hand were now reefed back hard, using my thumb in his hand for leverage. What this did was torque his wrist to the outside. The wrist isn't made for this and won't go very far without breaking so the victim has to roll his body with the twist or lose the wrist, which is what Brian did, but only a second after his left fist smashed into the locker where my head had just been. I had moved my head and my body, putting weight into the wrist lock so Brian headed downward, right into the twin on my left and once his fall was assured I let go. Putting my weight on my right foot, reached out and grabbed Tim's upper left arm for support, and I spun to my right, my left leg cocked, ready for a spinning round house kick that came across the front of Tim's body and hammered the other twin right at the ear bouncing his head hard against the lockers and stunning him momentarily. I dropped the leg and now I was standing directly in front of Tim who had a shocked look on his face, not quite believing he had been taken from the hands of death. Our faces were inches apart and I had a hand pressed against the lockers on each side of his head. I said quietly so only he could hear, "You ready to take a stand, be my boyfriend and to hell with who knows it?" He nodded and whispered, "Yes, to all of it." I had been watching the twin I had just kicked out of the corner of my eye. He didn't know it, nor did anyone else who was watching but I needed to make a showing, I needed for everyone watching to know, right now, not to fuck with me or with Tim. Ever. It would save so much trouble in the long run. I leaned in and kissed my new boyfriend on the lips, a lingering kiss to leave no doubt in the minds of anyone watching that we were lovers. Without moving another muscle or even looking, my left foot snapped out and slammed the twin in the stomach, doubling him over. I caught some movement on the other side, broke the kiss, said to Tim, "Excuse me baby," and turned to face the threat. The other twin had gotten up from where he had been tumbled to the floor so I started toward him. Having just seen two of his buddies thrashed in about forty seconds, it effectively put him off balance mentally. Fucking Stevenson, you'd think he had enough but, still laying on the floor, he reached out to stop me with his good hand. I kicked him hard in the nuts and kept moving. The other twin threw a slow lazy swing at me with his right hand. I stepped to the outside, blocked his throw at the wrist and round kicked him in the stomach with my right foot, brought the foot back and kicked him in the face, all in a heartbeat. I held the wrist, slammed my left hand into the elbow and pushed hard on it while I pulled on the wrist. Get the picture. Since he already had forward motion I just guided him around, rather fast and head firsted him into the lockers. And he went down. The whole thing took place in less than ninety seconds, including the kiss. I walked back to Tim, who still looked shocked, took his hand and in a quiet calm voice said, "Common, we'll be late for drama," and we walked off hand in hand. The crown parted for us, they were all totally stunned at what they had just witnessed, both the fight and the kiss, and nobody said a word. Tim and I sat in our regular seats, other students filing in. Those who knew what had happened were quiet, almost thoughtful, while the others went about their usual banter. Behind me, Tim said quietly, "Fuck Danny, you aren't even breathing hard," and indeed I wasn't. "What was all that, kung fu shit anyway?" The teacher came in the room so I told Tim I'd explain it all later. Class started, we got surreptitious looks from some of the students, and then more of them as the story spread, whispered along in the first ten minutes of class. About that time though, the principal came in the room and signaled for the teacher who left, then came back and said that both Tim and I needed to go to the office. Of course, every eye was on us but no one snickered and in fact, I heard more than one whispered, "good luck" as we passed. We had to cool our jets in the waiting room for about ten minutes before we were called in. During that time I explained a little bit to Tim. I had been studying martial arts since I was nine, I also studied boxing for about a year when I was eleven. I told him about my uncle and the fitness club, which is where I studied both kung fu and Aikido. Because we had guest teachers all the time, I had a smattering of lessons in other arts as well. My uncle had studied Thai kick boxing during his stay in Southeast Asia and had added a great deal of street stuff to my repertoire. I held a red belt in Tiger Crane and a brown in Aikido. I took first in both sparring and weapons at the tri state championship in the under sixteen division three months before I moved here and had taken second the year before. And that is when we were ushered into the principal's office. Mr. Tennison was not pleased. "Just what the hell happened out there Daniel," he asked. I told him. "I heard about most of it, I mean the martial arts stuff, those boys are pretty messed up, especially Brian's hand." "Brian's hand is his own fault sir, it's not my fault if he missed." I said this quietly but Tennison was having none of that. "Don't be a smart ass with me boy, I'll have you kicked out of here so fast your head'll spin." I looked at him, dead in the eye, and said even more quietly. "I don't think so sir. One, those assholes are bullies and you and everyone else in town knows it. Two, it was self defense and there are a hundred witnesses. Three, it was also a hate crime under federal law, they are attacking both Tim and me cause we're gay." I heard Tim gasp beside me and Tennison's head also jerked back just a shade. I went on. 'I'm afraid sir, that removing me from school would necessitate my family calling the ACLU as well as the Human Rights Campaign, and the Lambda Defense League, for openers. Considering that Brian and the Twins are known bullies, I would guess that my mother has grounds for a law suit against this school for not protecting me, Tim or any of the other students those guys have picked on. I'm quite sure that Reuters and the AP would pick it up. This country jumps on hate crime stuff right now sir, and Tim and me, well, we're just a couple of innocent gay boys." I said this last sentence with a shrug of the shoulders and a tone that suggested total innocence. Tennison was fucking pissed, boy was he pissed, but he knew I was about 80% dead on balls accurate. "Look on the bright sir, I doubt very much any of those boys will pick on anyone in this school again. They or their families might try to do something to me, but I doubt it. They're bullies sir, and bullies are, well, chicken shits. Sir. And sir, as long as we're at it, there are other gay students in this school, I would like to start a club that supports all minorities. I think that would look good on your record sir." That was a little too much. "Don't. Patronize me. Young man. Both of you, get back to your classes, I'll talk to you later if need be." As we headed out, the bully boys were waiting to go in and as I went past Brian, who was alternately clutching his hand and his balls, I falsed at him like I was gonna crack him and all three of them flinched. I knew then it was over. Tim and I were both called out of class about the middle of last period and went to the office to find my mom and his parents all there and all of them concerned about our welfare. When they were all assured that we were okay, the meeting began. Mr. Tennison stated that the other boys had been suspended for a week. He then directed his attention to me. After our discussion this afternoon he had given the matter careful consideration. I would not be suspended from school since it was a case of self defense and I had clearly been outnumbered. He did request that I not use my skills while on school property however. Brian's hand was badly broken which wasn't my fault however one of the twins had broken ribs and the other one a dislocated shoulder. As to the gay club, his words not mine, he would consider it and we might talk about it later. I suggested that perhaps I wait and see how many students ended up coming out to me or Tim, as they surely would, and perhaps we could go from there. He agreed. He then said that he had another meeting he had to attend but that we were welcome to use his office for continued discussion. The further discussion of course was about me and Tim. His parents were a little angry, a lot confused and more so, concerned about their son. They were wanting to blame someone, that someone being guess who. Tim left their side and came to sit between me and my mom and held my hand. Looking at them he spoke. "This isn't some phase I'm going through. I've known I was gay for at least three years," he told them, "and I think you have suspected it. I'm sorry that you had to find out this way, but that's the way it is and I can't help that. I know it's only been a few days but Danny I like each other a lot and I think I could love him. If you care at all about me, you'll support me, us, in this. I know it's a shock and I know it's hard, think about how hard it's been for me, but I love you and I need you now." Tim's mother had tears running down her face and his father was straining to hold his tears back. Even my mom was emotionally drained. Author's note: this ain't the end, there's more to come.