Date: Mon, 12 Nov 2012 09:54:19 -0800
From: Douglas DD DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Big Time  Chapter 48

Greetings. This chapter is all from the seventh grade story line. The
Big Time will be diverting from the high school story line, since we will
have reached a stopping point. From there on the rest of The Big
Time will be all one story line until it meets the point where the high
story leaves off. More on that when it happens.

The story is mine. Be safe. Be good. Be 18. Please give to Nifty.

Douglas at thehakaanen@hotmail.com



CHAPTER 48
COMING OUT-2

<Senior year, Mayfield, Monday and Tuesday, July 3rd and 4th >

It was nice to have a day off from baseball. I slept in, ate breakfast
and took care of one of the yards Noah and I mowed. It was a small
yard and one of us could easily take care of it. I spent time in the
afternoon at the park shooting hoops with Scott, Noah, Lars, and the
twins. Danny and Justin arrived late, and it wasn't until later that we
found out why.

That evening Coach Sanders picked up Noah, Kevin, and me and
drove us to Centralia to watch the Senior Legion team play. The
Senior Legion team consisted of older boys, mostly around eighteen
years old. Marty, Rich, Vince, Rodney, and Jerome were all on the
team and it was great to watch them. Connor was the only one of last
year's Mustang seniors who had no college plans. He had a job
working for McCall Trucking and no longer had time to play baseball.
He was on a local slow-pitch team, however, so he still found a way
to stay active. He said the guys on the team were happy to make
sure he was well supplied with beer.

The good guys won 5-4, with Marty going yard in the third, his two run
homer a key blow in that game. We all ended up at The Bear for
pizza after driving back to Mayfield. It was like old times. Coach
Sanders seemed much more relaxed around the graduated seniors
now that he was no longer coaching them.

On the Fourth, we had the community commitment I'd mentioned.
First, all of the members of the Mustang State Championship team,
including the graduates, had to be at the park early in the morning to
help set up for the big Mayfield Fourth of July Community Barbeque.
Okay, the graduates didn't HAVE to be there, but the coaches made
it pretty plain that they were expected to be there. We didn't win a
state championship by forgetting our commitment to the community
we lived in.

At ten we all had to report to the school gym. All of the members of
the Mustang State Championship team, including the graduates,
gathered at the school gym just after ten in the morning. The school's
white home baseball tops were laid out on the front row of bleacher
seats. We each put on the jersey we had worn during the season.

Each year, to kick off the big afternoon at the park, a small parade
made its way around the town starting at the high school. The parade
was never big, but it managed to be noisy and the community always
came out to support it.

The high school marching band was dressed in their uniforms to lead
the parade. There were farm tractors pulling open trailers with town
bigwigs, last year's homecoming queen and this year's Independence
Day king and queen, a couple of fire trucks with elementary school
kids riding inside and outside waving to the crowd. Some us on the
baseball team remembered taking that ride when they were little.
Then there was the Grand Marshall of the parade and the
subsequent festivities. The Grand Marshall was none other than
Coach Sanders, who proudly guarded our championship trophy,
which was securely tied down to the trailer. Coach Sanders wasn't
riding alone as all of us on the team were in the trailer as well,
proudly wearing our uniform shirts and baseball caps. The final trailer
carried the middle school band to add to the noise.

While the weather was pretty typical Fourth of July weather for these
parts, meaning cool and gray, as far as we were concerned the sun
had burst out and was shining directly on us. People waved and
shouted and cheered as the parade snaked from the high school, to
the middle school, through our little downtown area, and finally to the
community center.

This wasn't some huge big city parade with rows of people watching
from the sidewalks, it was a small town parade for which almost the
entire town came out. The spectators may have been scattered along
the way, but to us the enthusiastic townspeople sitting in their lawn
chairs and waving might as well have been six rows deep. A lot of
them were our T-ball and recreation baseball coaches, and parents of
us players and our friends, as well as grandparents, and aunts and
uncles, the people who worked at the grocery store and the drug
store. This was all about living in a small town, where everybody
knew everybody. As we had become fond of saying, the big time is
where you're at—and this was truly the big time.

We spent the parade waving to the townsfolk and having a blast. The
same was true of the barbeque. We pranced around in our uniform
shirts accepting comments and congratulations from people we knew
and from people we didn't know. For one day we were the toast of the
town, and we savored every minute of it. After eating we turned in our
shirts and helped with the cleanup.  What none of us knew was that
we would each get our shirt back in a couple of weeks, nicely framed,
to hang on our walls forever.

Most of us spent the evening in Centralia watching the fireworks
show. We might not have been heroes there, but it was still a great
way to cap a fantastic day. For the record, us gay couples (Noah and
I, Kraig and Hunter, Kevin and Lars, Marty and Rich, Korey and
Chandler (or so they claimed today)) sat together on a berm to watch
the show, holding hands and acting like normal couples. I'm sure we
shocked some of the good people of Centralia, but we didn't care.
They all thought the only reason Mayfield wasn't the end of the world
as they knew it was because Kentburg was the true end of the world.

I did learn that three pairings took place on the third and fourth.
Maybe the idea was taking hold, or maybe some guys just plain got
horny.

<July 3. Pairings: Korey and Carl>

Even though he thought the whole sexual pairing idea was stupid,
Carl voted for it figuring Blaine or Gavin would be the bad guys to
vote against it. But now that the team had agreed to the idea, Carl
looked at it as one way to take care of being horny. Since he had the
house alone for the day, he decided to take care of being horny by
calling one of his two chosen partners. He'd been given Korey and
Kraig as his duo. Since they were brothers, he decided to go with
whichever one was available.

Korey was the one to answer the phone. He was home with
Chandler. Korey told Carl he wasn't busy and would be happy to
come over. After hanging up he told Chandler what the call was
about.

"Looks like you will not only be the first one who did a pairing, you will
be the first one to be finished with both pairings," Chandler said.

"That's what being a horn dog all is about." Korey told his best buddy
and some time boyfriend.

Chandler headed home, telling Korey to come over for a swim when
he was finished and report on what he and Carl had done. Chandler
would then enter that pairing in his computer and also post it to the
group.

When Korey, the sophomore, got to the home of Carl, the senior, he
decided to defer to Carl's wishes as to what they would do. Knowing
Carl was straight, he thought they would probably jerk off and be
done with it. But Korey had forgotten that Carl had experience
messing around with other guys and ended up being pleased when
Carl suggested they get naked and do a sixty-nine.

Korey shed his clothes as did Carl. Korey had a chance to admire the
senior's muscular body. Carl had worked hard to get that body into
shape and he worked even harder to maintain it. Korey wished he
could have full blown anal sex with the big senior. As the slender
sophomore started sucking on the senior's thick, six inch plus cock,
he used his hands to feel Carl's hard body as much as he could. It
was not easy for him to think in terms of the fat boy Carl had been in
middle school as he buried his nose into the thick pubes of the
brawny athlete.

While Carl wasn't a great cocksucker, he got the job done and the
two of them shot their loads fairly quickly, with Korey beating Carl by
a little over a minute. It was sweaty, noisy, and fun as one more
pairing had been completed.

<July 3, Pairings: Danny and Justin>

Danny and Justin's pairing wasn't planned in advance. They were
both peddling their bikes to the park to shoot hoops with some of their
friends. They were a couple of blocks away from the park when they
met.

"You're one of my partners in that stupid idea of Eric's," Justin said.

"It's not all that stupid," Danny said. "I mean everybody voted to do it."

"I only did because I thought Blaine would vote against it. But
anyway, it's too bad we can't do ours now as long as we're together."

"No reason we can't. We can be late for shooting hoops. Let's ride
out of town and find a spot off the road where we can do it fast,"
Danny suggested.

Justin agreed and they soon rode up a dirt farm road into a copse.
They parked their bikes off the road and walked a little way into the
trees.

"What do you want to do?" Justin asked, as the junior deferred to the
senior.

"I'll leave it up to you since you weren't excited about the idea."

"Let's just jerk off." Justin wanted to do more, but was a bit reticent to
tell a senior he wanted to suck his dick.

The two of them found a log to sit on. They were both wearing
basketball shorts. They quickly dropped them and their boxers and
sat on the log. Justin started pulling on his cock and soon had a five
inch circumcised boner, topped by a nice patch of brown pubic hairs.
His cock was thick and his fist fit around it nicely. Danny's boner was
an inch longer, but not as thick. His pubes were thicker, and Justin
noticed that he trimmed them.

As the two teens went at their task they ignored each other,
concentrating on their own business. But as they got close to the
inevitable, they kept watch on who was doing what, on the other's
technique, and when they actually blew their wads, how much came
out and how far it went. They might have been fifteen and seventeen,
but they were still boys at heart. Danny's cum was thicker and he
shot more, but they both could see that Justin's wad had shot higher
into the air. Danny got some cum on his sweatshirt, which he quickly
wiped up.

The two boys pulled up their shorts, got on their bikes, and headed
back to the park. Danny said he would report their meeting to Korey
and Chandler. Another pairing was complete. Justin was the second
boy to finish with both of his partners.

<July 4, Pairing: Chandler and Danny>

Danny finished his pairings the day after his tryst with Justin. This
time it was with a sophomore rather than a junior. As the Mustangs
started helping with cleanup, Chandler approached Danny, asking
him if he wanted to finish up his sexual commitment. Danny had told
Chandler earlier about jerking off with Justin the woods.

"Now?" Danny asked. "Here?"

"Well, not right here...but over there," he said, pointing to the row of
four temporary outdoor toilets set up near the community center.

"Oh, no, not in one of them things. I could never get it up in a
shithouse." He looked over at the community center and said, "But we
could use the regular outdoor bathroom of the center."

"It's not as private."

"Since when did privacy worry you?"

Chandler blushed and grinned. "Well, I guess it's okay. I mean the
only people left are the cleanup crew."

The two teens went past the outhouses and into the regular
bathroom. The room had paper towels strewn on the floor around the
garbage can, but was otherwise clean. "Why anybody would use one
of those shithouses instead of this is beyond me," Danny said.

"Well, it did get pretty busy at meal time. A lot of people were here
then."

"Still, I'd wait in line to do my business in here."

The two of them entered one of the two stalls in the men's room.
"Um, what did you have in mind?" Danny asked.

"You're the senior," Chandler said as he unknowingly followed the
footsteps of his fellow underclassman by deferring to the senior.

"You brought up the subject," Danny said. "We can wait for another
time."

"No way. Korey's already got two in."

"Oh, so I'm part of a competition?"

"No. I'm horny, too.  Being a hero all day makes you pretty horny I
guess." Danny couldn't disagree. "Besides, this is kind of a
competition. I don't think you and me would be having sex in a men's
room if it wasn't for this bonding thing."

Danny then surprised Chandler by opening and unzipping the
sophomore's shorts and yanking them down along with his briefs,
revealing the fifteen year old's five and a half inch boner. He quickly
pulled his own down, pushed Chandler against the wall and kissed
him hard, pushing his crotch and its not yet fully hard member against
Chandler's rock hard boner.

The senior was almost instantly hard as he kept pushing against
Chandler, kissing him wildly. Even though Danny was straight,
Chandler's looks, his smooth face, his blue eyes, his slender body,
had him very turned on. The two of them were kissing passionately
and humping with abandon. Their precum spread out over both of
their boners, lubricating them.

Danny turned Chandler around. The sophomore planted his hands
against the wall as Danny spit over his hand and rubbed the spit and
precum over his boner before shoving his cock rudely into Chandler's
tight, hot ass.

Now he was truly humping hard, fucking the sophomore as he
slapped his ass bare a couple of times. "Take it, bitch. Take my big
senior cock, you faggot sophomore."

"Oh yeah, fuck me, hard," Chandler said. "Make me your sophomore
bitch. Fuck the shit out of me."

Neither boy worried about who might walk as they got lost in their
nasty sex act and in their nasty talk. Talking dirty like that was new to
both of them, and they both found it stimulating.

After fucking Chandler so hard that he almost pinned the younger
boy's dick against the wall, Danny cried out with pleasure as he
experienced one of the most intense cums he could remember. At the
same time Chandler started shooting his own teen cum onto the
bathroom wall, his young teen tenor squeaking out a long note.

Danny pulled out and stepped away from Chandler. "Oh my god, that
was beyond amazing. I can't believe I just fucked you here in a toilet."
Danny was surprised how sexually stimulating he'd found the entire
situation. It was like the threat of being caught made him even
hornier. Chandler, on the other hand, was used to having sex in
daring spots, which didn't mean he felt any less sexual motivation
from it.

They pulled up their pants and got themselves back together. When
they stepped out of the stall they were shocked to see two seventh
graders standing outside the stall. Chandler immediately recognized
Nick, so after his initial spasm of fear he knew they were safe. The
other boy was Jeff. Jeff had his zipper open and his little boner in his
hand, jerking himself off.

"You guys have fun?" Jeff asked. "We heard it all."

"Um...yeah, I guess we did," Danny said. He didn't feel quite as
positive about the situation as Chandler did.

"God, you guys were hot."

"And J.J. and I made sure nobody would come in," Nick said, "which
means you guys owe us some day. Just don't forget." Nick now had
his three and a half inches out of his zipper as well.

The two pubescent boys walked into the stall, Jeff saying that now
the space would now have some real sex taking place in it.

Chandler and Danny walked back out into the open. Danny wasn't
quite sure what to think about being caught, but felt better as
Chandler assured him it was cool.

"Just don't be surprised to have one of them ask you for a blow job
someday," Chandler said. "I mean at least we got caught by
somebody cool." Danny could only shake his head.

+++++++++++

<Seventh Grade, Saturday, January 28, Noah's house>

Eric and the board of the Go to State Team (Or the Mayfield Mustang
Travel Team depending on if you wanted the unofficial or official title)
had spent much of the month interviewing five candidates to take
charge of their fund raising activities.

Their first interview was with Mrs. Hawkins, Hunter's grandmother, his
father's mother. It took place at her house with Eric, Noah, Kevin, and
Chandler doing the interviewing.

They asked her questions about her background in fundraising for
teams, what kinds of ideas she had, how she organized the parents
and the kids, and finally, how she planned to work with the board for
the group. Up until the last question the interview had gone well.

"Oh, I have no intention of working with the board. I intend to head
the venture and have your board do what I tell them to do. I have
talked to a lot of people who are somewhat upset with you boys
thinking you can run your own team, pick your own coach, pick your
own sponsor. Well, that will stop with me. I don't plan on taking my
orders from children."

There as almost a collective intake of breath from the four boys over
the brazenness of Mrs. Hawkins. Eric worked quickly to regain his
poise, grasping for a question to ask, but Hunter's grandmother kept
on with her diatribe.

"No offense to you boys, I am sure you mean well, but too many
people, my son included, have fawned over you and decided mere
children are capable of running things themselves. I know it sounds
harsh, but if you give what I have to say careful consideration, I think
you will understand that giving me full control of your fund raising
projects will be much more beneficial to your group in the end than all
of you trying to run things. Sadly, I am afraid you will most likely take
offense at what I have said and reject it, which I would attribute to
your immaturity. I love my dear grandson, Hunter, but I would never
dream of putting him in charge of something important."

Eric felt like saying that they had no intention of running things. That
was what they wanted her to do. All they wanted was to have final
approval of her ideas and projects. But he knew it wasn't worth
wasting his breath on. There was no way they would be choosing
Mrs. Hawkins to head their fundraising. Eric decided he would have
Hunter running something important long before he would let Hunter's
grandmother do it.

The rest of the boys, who were feeling the same way and only
wanted to leave the house, had no other questions to ask. They
politely thanked Mrs. Hawkins for her time, and she, in turn, wished
them good luck, but they didn't detect any sincerity in her wish.

"No offense to Hunter, but his grandmother is a bitch," Noah said
matter-of-factly after she left. He got no argument from the other
boys.

Their other interviews went much better as they interviewed Scott's
mother, Eric's mother, and Justin's aunt, who did a lot of fundraising
for her church. The interviews all went positively. However, the one
that blew them out of the water was Sylvia Moore, the wife of Gary
Moore, the owner of The Bear's Pizza. She had numerous business
and community connections, was enthusiastic about what the boys
were trying to accomplish, and presented a lot of creative ideas for
fund raisers. She told them that she was impressed with what their
group had accomplished and realized that she reported to their
board.

The interviewers presented their report on the interviews to the board,
with Seth McCall in attendance. He offered some of his own opinions.
The board then pared the candidates to two, Eric's mother and Sylvia
Moore. Those two were then given a second interview, which was
done by Seth McCall and George Bednarzyck.

At the end of the month meeting of the full membership, the
recommendations of the board and their two advisors were given and
the full board voted Sylvia Moore as their head fundraiser, who would
join Mr. McCall and Mr. Bednarzyck as one of their adult advisors.

In order to not hurt Eric's feelings, since his mother was one of the
candidates, they voted by secret ballot, with Mrs. Moore winning by a
large margin. Eric had no problem with the vote. He loved his mother
and he knew she would be good, but Sylvia Moore was without
question the right choice. Eric's mother accepted the vote, got
Sylvia's phone number from Eric, and called Sylvia Moore to offer any
help that was needed to support the Go to State bunch. Eric's mother
was proud of her son and the professional way in which his group
handled the hiring process.

School baseball turnouts were only two months away and in a little
over three months and the travel team turnouts would be starting.
Suddenly the project they had started back in June was coming to
fruition. For the boys, it was both an exciting and a frightening notion.

<Seventh Grade, Kevin's house, Saturday, February 16>

"Hey, sweetie," Kevin said to the awakening blond in his bed.

"Sweetie? How can you be calling me sweetie?" Lars asked as he
rubbed the sleep from his eyes. "I'm a stud, not a sweetie."

"They say that stuff in the Nifty stories," Kevin said.

"Whatever. You don't get enough sex from me and your brothers?
You got to sit at your computer all day and jerk off to porn? And then
think because those pervs in the stories say sweetie, you gotta call
me sweetie?"

"What, and you don't read them?"

Lars blushed, then turned and wrapped his naked body around his
boyfriend. His morning wood was now more than just morning wood
as he ground his boner on Kevin's leg while he planted some kisses
on the lips of his boyfriend.

"I'm gonna be thirteen next month," Lars said, as if Kevin didn't
already know it.

"That means you have less than a month to get some pubic hair
before you become a teenager."

"Just `cause you got a nest down there and you're still twelve doesn't
mean you can go bragging about it all the time."

"Maybe not, but since your cock is longer than mine I gotta be able to
brag about something."

As the two naked twelve year olds kissed some more and rubbed
their hard dicks together, their chat stopped. Even though Kevin had
fucked Lars the night before the two boys woke up horny and it didn't
take long for them to spew their boy cum over each other.

Kevin finally rose out of the bed. "Shower time. Are you gonna join
me...," he walked to the door, his question not finished,"...sweetie?"
Giggling he took off into the hall.

 Lars tossed the bedding on the floor and took off after him. "I'm
gonna kill you," he yelled as he chased Kevin down the stairs where
they bumped into Kevin's dad.

He grabbed the arms of the two naked boys, laughing at their antics.
"Boys, your shower is upstairs, in case you got lost."

"Sorry, Mr. Carpenter," Lars said, between giggles, "but he called me
a name and I need to murder him."

"Well, do it in the shower. The blood will wash down the drain and I
won't need to clean it up." He let go of the two boys and they skipped
back up the stairs. If he had noticed the cum still on the bodies of the
preteens, he said nothing about it.

After showering, Lars helped Kevin make his bed and then they lay
on it, facing the ceiling, their bodies barely touching. Kraig had spent
the night at Hunter's house, so his bed had been empty that night.

"You know your dad saw the cum on us," Lars said, a bit concerned.

"Maybe, but if he did he was cool about it," Kevin said lightly. Then he
turned to Lars, staring him in the eyes. "I gotta talk to you about
something," he said, with a more serious tone to his voice.

"What?" Lars asked, wondering what was coming up.

"Something me and Kraig have been talking about."

"And that would be?"

"Well, we're gonna be thirteen pretty soon, too. And we kinda have
decided we want to come out to our parents before then."

"Come out? You mean tell them you're gay?"

"Exactly, but I need to know what you think first."

Lars didn't hesitate when he said, "I think it's a dumb idea."

<Seventh grade, Saturday, February 16, Hunter's bedroom>

Kraig lightly ran his fingers along Hunter's smooth cheeks. His boner
was rock hard and barely touching Hunter's bare leg. Kraig wanted to
pull away the blankets so he could see Hunter's beautiful body. He
wasn't sure if what he felt for Hunter was love, but he hoped that it
was. He couldn't imagine anything feeling better than what he felt for
his best friend. He still didn't know if Hunter was gay, in fact he felt
deep down that Hunter wasn't gay, but right now Hunter was willing to
do almost anything in bed.

Last night it meant Hunter fucking Kraig not once, but twice before
they finally fell asleep. Hunter had found something he loved in
fucking and he couldn't get enough of it. Kraig had been a bottom
since he was in the fifth grade and he and Kevin had discovered the
joys of anal sex, at least as much as they could get with their little
cocklets.

Hunter woke up to the touch of Kraig's fingers. He opened his eyes
and looked up the face hovering over him. "What are you doing?"

"Touching you. I love touching you."

"Hmmm. You can kiss me if you want."

Kraig remembered that just a couple of months ago he would have to
find Hunter in the exact right mood and beg him for a kiss, and here
Hunter was asking for kiss. Things had changed drastically since the
day he and Hunter messed around in front of Cindy Cameron. For
whatever reason, Hunter's attitude about sex had undergone a huge
change after that.

Kraig planted a kiss on Hunter's full lips, and the two boys swapped
spit and tongue, both of them now hard.

"You were wild last night," Kraig said. "I was afraid your mom and dad
would hear us."

"I was wild, not noisy."

"I wouldn't be too sure."

Hunter had turned their sex into a near wrestling match. At one point
the two of them had fallen off the bed with a thud, a moment that
gave Kraig the upper hand. But soon, Hunter was back on top of
Kraig as the two of them rolled around on the floor.

"If we woke dad up, he'd just think we were wrestling and knock on
the door and tell us to shut up," Hunter said.

"And if he just walked in he'd find us wrestling naked with boners."

"Damn, when did you become such a worry wart? He never just
walks in."

The last part had gotten wilder, with Hunter on Kraig's back, mounting
him doggy style, his arms wrapped around Kraig's torso as he bit into
Kraig's shoulder. Hunter finally raised his head, leaving a trail of spit
between him and Kraig, as he fucked Kraig hard and deep, his right
hand slapping Kraig's hard preteen ass. When Hunter came, his head
was thrown back, each hurried breath accompanied by a grunt. As he
filled Kraig's ass with his boy cum, Kraig jerked himself off, spewing
his sperm onto the floor.

"Now I got this mark on my shoulder," Kraig said.

"You know Kevin will love it."

"Are you sure you're the same guy who wouldn't even jerk off with me
half the time?'

"Yeah, I'm the same guy, and yeah, and sometimes I still feel really
shitty about doing this stuff, but then I say fuck it and do it again. You
know I don't just go having sex with every boy in seventh grade like
some guys do...it's just with you, and I'm mostly cool with that."

"Well, I know I'm cool with it," Kraig said. "At least you were pretty
much human the second time we did it."

Hunter laughed. "You're just a wuss is all."

"You can call me a wuss after you let me fuck your ass."

"I'm not a wuss for that. I don't want to be a girl."

Kraig felt his face flush with anger at the same time Hunter realized
he'd just stuck his foot deep into his mouth. "Are you calling me a
girl?" Kraig asked heatedly.

"Um...no...no, I didn't mean it that way. I mean everybody knows
you're not a girl. But, what I meant was...um...well, I meant..."

"You didn't know what you meant. But there's nothing that says I
have to be the bottom all the time. Or be the girrrrrrrrrrrl, if that's how
you think it is."

Hunter wanted to reach out and touch Kraig. He wanted Kraig to
comfort him and let him know everything was still okay. He could still
see the anger pulsing through his friend. While Hunter had a quick
trigger himself, he rarely witnessed Kraig being angry. The twins
always seemed easy going, taking things as they came. It was at that
moment he knew he needed to be honest with Kraig yet one more
time.

"Kraig."

"Yeah? What?"

"I'm scared."

"Again? What are you scared of this time?"

This was not going well for Hunter. "I don't know how to say it, but
what if I let you fuck me, what if it means I'm really gay instead of
thinking maybe I'm gay or maybe I..."

"Oh, just shut the fuck up," Kraig said. "Who cares? It feels good. I
want to do it. You want to do it. So, just do it."

"Maybe, soon."

"Whatever." Kraig was still feeling some anger at his friend and didn't
want to talk about the subject any more.

"I'm gonna go shower." Hunter got up and headed to the bathroom,
leaving Kraig alone. The boys wouldn't shower together when
Hunter's parents were home, worried about what they might think.

When Hunter came back from showering he flopped onto the bed
next to Kraig. "I'm sorry about the girl thing," Hunter said.

"It's cool. You were just being a straight boy dork."

"But what if I'm not straight?"

"Then you're being a gay boy dork."

"Or a bi boy?"

"Whatever, be a wuss and say you're a bi boy. Jeez."

Hunter slugged Kraig's arm and started to get off the bed, but Kraig
pulled him back. "We need to talk," Kraig said seriously. "There's
something me and Kevin have been talking about."

"And that would be?"

"Well, we're gonna be thirteen pretty soon, too. And we kinda have
decided we want to come out to our parents before then."

"Come out? You mean tell them you're gay?"

"Exactly, but I need to know what you think first."

Hunter didn't hesitate when he said, "I think it's a dumb idea."

<Seventh grade, the twin's house, Sunday, February 17)

Both Lars and Hunter thought the idea the twins coming out was
dumb because they were worried that it would come back around to
haunt them. The idea of their parents learning about the twins being
gay would cause their parents to look at them and ask if they were
gay. After hearing their friends say that coming out was dumb, each
twin tried to explain why the idea wasn't dumb.

 Lars knew that answer would be yes, but he didn't trust his dad to
accept that fact. His dad had always left the impression that he didn't
approve of homosexuality or homosexuals, even though he gave the
opposite impression at the college where he worked. Hunter felt his
dad would simply kill him if he suspected him of being gay.

"My parents won't tell anybody," Kevin said, without one hundred
percent conviction.

"Parents always talk," Lars said. "That's why we gotta have all these
secrets because they tell each other everything."

"My parents aren't like that," Kevin said.

"Maybe not now, but wait until you come out and tell them you're gay.
Your mom will have to call my mom and they will have to talk about
us, because that's how moms are."

In Hunter's case, all he said was, "If this comes back to my dad, he'll
kill me. They'll bury my body up in the mountains somewhere."

"He'll never know," Kraig said. "Me and Kevin both think our parents
will be cool about it."

In spite of the fears of their friends, the twins were determined to
follow through and come out to their parents. They simply wanted
their parents to know and to find out from them and not from
somebody else. In the end, they trusted their parents more than Lars
and Hunter trusted their own.

And so it was that on Sunday afternoon, the day after discussing their
plans with their friends, they told their dad they wanted to have a
serious talk.

The boys were dressed in jeans and Mayfield Middle School t-shirts.
In fact, it was one of the rare times they were dressed identically, as if
they didn't want their father to be sure about who was saying what.
Mr. Carpenter didn't fail to notice the rare occurrence. The way he
saw it, just the fact that they were fully dressed was rare enough;
their being identically dressed was almost unheard of.

"What kind of trouble are you boys in that you need a serious talk?"
While the twins were essentially good kids, they could be on the
mischievous side.

"We didn't do anything wrong," Kevin said.

"Yet," their dad said.

"Dad, be serious. Please! We really want to tell you something,"
Kevin said.

"Okay, boys, I'll keep quiet and listen."

It had all seemed so easy up until that moment. They had discussed
over and over how they would broach the subject. But now that the
time for their confession had arrived, it all seemed incredibly hard.

Finally Kevin simply blurted it out. "Dad, me and Kraig are gay." Kraig
looked at Kevin liked he'd lost his mind. They'd both planned how
they were going to ease into their confession, and here he'd gone
and said it like they'd never planned a thing. Kevin gave Kraig a look
that said, "I can't believe I did that either." They waited on their dad's
reaction.

"And how long have you been gay?" their dad asked, like he was
asking them how long they'd had a stuffed up nose.

"Um...I guess all our lives. I dunno," Kraig said.

"Look, I'm no psychologist, or expert of any sort. I'm just a dad trying
to raise four boys. But it seems to me you guys are a bit too young to
know you're gay. You're not even thirteen yet."

"We will be in a couple of months."

"That's neither here nor there. Look, I appreciate your trying to be
honest about yourselves. But I know enough to know boys
experiment with each other sometimes." He thought about the sight of
Kevin and Lars naked the day before, with both having what looked
like semen on themselves. "That's all it is...a phase. And even if it
isn't, how do you know you're gay?"

The twins had anticipated that question. "Dad, when you were twelve
when you thought of sex, what did you think of, boys or girls?" Kevin
asked. This wasn't the first time they'd talked about sexual things with
their father, it was simply the first time they'd come out to him.

"Girls, except when I was thinking about more girls."

"Okay, so when did you know you were straight?"

"I don't understand the question."

"You asked us when we knew we were gay. Well, when you were
twelve, how did you know you straight?"

"I don't know. I just did."

"Hah," Kevin said.

"What do you mean, hah?"

"He means, we know we're gay because we just know it," Kraig said.

"When I jerk off I think of boys. When I think of sex, I think of boys,"
Kevin said. "And so does Kraig."

"Okay, so maybe you have a point. And I said maybe. Maybe you can
tell when you're twelve. But I'm still not going to totally accept it."

"Why not? Me and Kraig accept it."

"I'll tell you what," their father said. "In a little over two months you'll
be thirteen. So, in two years you'll be fourteen going on fifteen. I'll let
you think what you want to think until then and leave it at that. Let's
sit down and have this talk again in two years. If you both still feel the
same way, then we'll deal with it as something serious."

"Okay," Kevin said. He wasn't sure if it was the answer they were
looking for, but it was the one they got and would have to live with for
now. At least they didn't get yelled at, or kicked out, or have other
things happen that they'd read about happening to gay kids.

"What about your friends?" their father asked. "And I'm referring
specifically to Lars and Hunter."

"They don't know. They don't think they are," Kraig said. He knew he
was lying some in the case of Lars. Lars was pretty certain he was
gay, but was afraid to come out.

"So don't go talking to their parents about it," Kevin said, afraid that
was exactly what was going to happen.

"I had no intention of doing so. But some other people need to know, I
think."

"You mean mom?" Kraig asked.

"Yes, and your brothers; at least your older brother."

"Well, we wanted to tell you first, just because you were a boy once.
At least you keep telling us you were. We thought you'd understand
us better."

"In a way I do. I understand about experimenting with other boys
when you're twelve. I'm not sure I understand about being gay."

"You mean you experimented?" Kevin asked.

"No comment," Mr. Carpenter said which had the twins trying to stifle
giggles. He had answered their question completely. He quickly
changed the subject. "I'll deal with telling your mother. She needs to
understand that talking about the subject with Lars's and Hunter's
mothers is strictly verboten. But I'm sure she will want to talk to you
two about it. I'm not sure how to deal with your brothers, especially
Korey."

"Oh, they already know," Kraig said.

"Both of them?"

Kevin nodded. "We told them ages ago."

"Ages ago," their father muttered, as if he couldn't comprehend the
twins telling their brothers before they told him. "I am assuming they
are not gay...well, at least Keith isn't. I mean Korey is younger than
you guys. I doubt he knows what sex is."

Kraig stifled another giggle as Kevin said. "There's no way Keith is
gay. He'll be giving you lots of grandkids. But he's cool about us,
though."

"I can understand you're telling Keith...but why tell Korey?"

 "Well, like you said, Korey's only ten and doesn't know what gay is
about. I'm sure he doesn't know about sex," Kevin said, which was as
blatant a lie as he'd ever told his father. "But we wanted him to know
about our relationship with our friends." As well as teach you and get
you involved, Kevin thought, just like Keith taught us when we were
ten.

"Well, thanks for listening to us, dad," Kevin said.

"You're both great kids, and I love you. We will be talking about this
again, especially after you've done some more growing up."

The twins each exchanged a hug with their dad because it seemed
like the right thing to do. "We love you, dad. You're the best."

The twins both sat on Kraig's bed after they returned to their room. "I
guess that went okay," Kevin said. "I mean we didn't get thrown out of
the house or anything."

"You knew dad wouldn't do that. Any dad who lets his kids run around
the house naked and boned up isn't going to throw his kids out
because they say they're gay."

"But you know what the problem was?"

"That he didn't believe us and treated us like we were little kids?"

"Yep. I mean I wanted to yell at him and say, `Dad, we're not little
kids. We're almost thirteen and we know!' But I treated it like a ball
game and kept my cool," Kevin said.

"I did too. But I think every time he brings it up—about us being too
young to know, we gotta tell him we're not too young. We gotta tell
him we know."

Kevin put his arm around his brother's shoulder. "I'm with you bro."

"Can I ask you favor?" Kraig asked.

"Anything for you."

"I know that usually when we fuck..."

"You mean when we make love, like it says on Nifty."

"Whatever. Whenever we make love, then. Whenever we," he gave
his twin brother a sexy leer, "FUCK, I'm usually the bottom, which is
cool."

"But tonight you need to be the top cuz Hunter is turning you into his
little bitch."

Kraig blanched at his brother's comment. "Don't say that."

"Sorry about that.  But, yeah, you can be the man tonight."

"It's cool, bro. Thanks for letting me be the top. I need to be so bad."

The twins were soon naked. Kevin looked at the mark on Kraig's
shoulder. "Damn, Hunter's crazy," Kevin said when he found out how
it got there.

"Not crazy, just wild."

"He's making up for lost time I guess. You need to top him."

"I know, but like doing so much with him, it's slow and takes time. But
I'll get him to bottom."

"Okay, you can make me your bitch girl tonight."

Kraig kissed his brother and looked into the eyes of the sturdy,
athletic catcher. "You can never be a girl. Never."

And over the next fifteen minutes Kraig made love to his twin brother,
who was still the boy he loved the most in his life and always would. It
was hard and affectionate and glorious sex between the twin brothers
who had no doubt about their being gay.

Next: Taming the Hurricane