Date: Sat, 2 Feb 2002 22:35:31 -0800
From: writersrealm@hotmail.com
Subject: Submit Discovering Gregory chpt 23

01-22-02

Discovering Gregory

I can remember being the only one in the world when I was twelve.

No gay child should need to deal with that reality ever again. We do have a
voice and we can save the children from a society that thinks they're
better off dead than gay. One must ask, what kind of a society is this? But
you and I know the truth and the truth shall be heard.

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Chapter 23
No Contest

I was a runner and I enjoyed softball but organized sports were never my
thing. Throwing the football around however was. The spring afternoon had
started to cool, making the activity more fun. It started out with Timmy,
Van, and I, and Timmy's friend with the ice cream, Michael, joined us. We
played for awhile before Ryan's sister came past us and not long after that
Ryan showed up and wanted to help us. Doug came in search of the missing at
about the same time and he said dinner was waiting and his parents had gone
to play cards with some friends.

Greg and Augie showed up ten minutes after Doug appeared and they wanted to
play tackle. We ended up with Van, Augie, Timmy, and I on one team and
Greg, Doug, Michael, and Ryan on the other. On the first play Van threw a
perfect pass forty yards into Augie's outstretched arms. I was on the right
team. Greg countered with a twenty yard out pattern that Doug caught in the
clear and he scampered down the sideline for an unopposed score.

The next series saw Greg hitting Augie like a Mack truck, knocking him
nearly senseless just as he was about to catch another of Van's perfect
passes. Ryan picked up the vacated ball and scored. Greg and Augie wrestled
for the next few minutes until Van finally yanked them apart and asked if
we were playing football or fooling around with each other. Both boys
seemed startled by his demeanor and his size indicated he could take both
of them at the same time. We went back to football but the two of them
didn't miss a chance to punish each other.

A few plays later Van laid the exact same pass onto Augie's fingertips as
he scooted for a score that tied things up. As Augie came back carrying the
ball he had a sudden look of recognition on his face. He walked straight up
to Van, looking him over carefully seeming a bit star struck by what he
saw.

"You're Van Morris. Oklahoma, two, three years ago. I wore your number on
all my shirts that season when I was twelve or thirteen."

"Yeah," Van said, not at all excited by the recognition. Five years ago."

"You blew out your knee," Augie said sorrowfully. "You were great. The next
Elway."

"No, I had my knee taken out. Texas Longhorn game. I made the mistake of
throwing six touchdown passes against them in a spring scrimmage. Their
linebackers took it personal. They were determined to take me out when we
met in the regular season. I guess they were a little better at what they
did than I was," he lamented in a moment of total recall.

"Bummer," Augie said. "I waited for you to come back, but you never did."

"Nope. Never did. I can still walk though. That's something."

"You'd a been one ah the great ones," Augie predicted.

"He played real football?" Michael asked. "Who was he?"

"He was great," Augie said for everyone to hear. "Started three games his
sophomore year and won all three in a walk."

"How do you know some dude from Oklahoma?" Greg asked skeptically.

"It's where I'm from. All guys follow the Sooners. All guys from Oklahoma."

On Van's left knee was the telltale tan knee brace. It all made sense. The
top of Augie's head came up to Van's nose, so he was probably six foot
four. He was thick down to an unsubstantial waist and then his thighs
flared out, tapering down to the knees. His arms and legs were covered in
fur and it was easy to believe he had been a profession athlete, at least
one in the making before a bad hit ended a promising career.

The next time Augie caught a touchdown, he ran back and leaped into Van's
arms. It was obvious something had changed between the two of them. Augie's
bucolic persona gave way to that of an awestruck little boy. Van held Augie
for only two seconds before setting him back on the ground. In Van's arms,
Augie looked like a play thing. There was that quick congratulatory butt
pat that I zeroed in on and for an instant I remembered what I knew from
Timmy comments about Van.

The game went on for some time and then Ryan had to pee and Timmy was
thirsty. We were leading by six touchdowns and Greg complained about Van
being a "real" football player. Van and Augie were better at ignoring him
than I was.

On one play Van decided I should take Augie's place as long receiver, and
while Greg and Doug double-teamed Augie, Van would drop the ball in my arms
and I was to make it a seven touchdown lead. It worked just like he drew it
up except for one slight flaw, Greg never took Augie's fake and he was on
me like stink on shit. As I reached for the ball Greg hit me at full speed
and folded me back onto my shoulders as I caught only the turf.

He jumped up triumphantly not knowing where the ball was or caring. He
strutted off as Van came to see if I was dead or not. To my best
recollection I wasn't but it was a close call.

"You okay, Martin?" He asked, standing over me like some benevolent god.

"I feel like I was road hard and put away wet," I mused as I rolled up onto
my knees trying to find a way to make breathing less painful.

"You'll be okay. Just had the wind knocked out of you. Walk it off
kid. Don't let him know he hurt you. Don't ever let them know that they
hurt you."

"Okay," I said, thinking I missed something as I held my ribs.

That left only Augie and Van on one team as I crawled to the sidelines on
my hands and knees. Everyone walked away except for Greg, who went and sat
next to the boathouse and stared at me as I was still trying to remember
how to breath. I gave up trying to move and rolled onto my back until
breathing became easier Greg's eyes stayed on me as he sat showing no
emotion.

I finally forced myself up to my feet and I looked at the empty field and
then him. I steadied myself and walked toward him. He looked surprised that
I would approach him. I watched him setting his resolve, after a slight
look of relief came on his face once I was walking. He kept his eyes on me
like he wasn't sure I hadn't picked up a rock or something.

"It was a good hit," Greg said like it was open for discussion.

"Yeah, only I ain't no Green Bay Packer. It's called a game for a reason."

I slid down on the seat directly across from him, grabbing my side as
jagged air tore at my lungs. I stifled a cough as it hung in my throat.

"So?" Greg said with contempt back in his voice.

"I'm sorry," I said with a great deal of sincerity.

"What?" He answered, made uncertain by my words of contrition.

He was completely thrown off balance by my apology. He had smashed me and I
was saying I was sorry to him. I could see his mind looking for an answer
to the incongruity. I let him search for awhile before finishing what I
came to say.

"I've never been with Doug before, sexually speaking. I would never have
done it where you might see. It's not something we planned. It just
happened."

"In the middle of the fucking path?" Greg howled. "Augie saw. He knew I
liked.... Never mind."

"I can't explain that one. I'm sorry I did it. If I'd known you might come
along.... I'm just sorry, okay. It happened because I couldn't stop it from
happening. I can't explain it any better."

"Lot of that going 'round," he said, folding his hands together and looking
around nervously as though we had reached the limits of what he was going
to listen to.

"I like you Greg. I like you a lot. I would never do anything to hurt you
on purpose."

"You, hurt me? Get real, asshole. I must have hit you harder than I
thought."

"I want to be your friend."

It was my final appeal. I had nothing else to offer him. I had no reason to
believe that it would make any difference to him but I was going to give it
my best shot. Then it would be up to him.

"Life's a bitch," he said without much thought before he pushed himself
away from the table, turning and walking away like I wasn't there at all.

I watched him moving down the road toward the river house. His wide
shoulders and round butt hadn't changed at all in the weeks since I'd first
laid eyes on him from that same angle. What I felt about him had become so
complicated that I no longer knew if I liked him at all or not. He always
left that slight opening for me to squeeze my hopes through. He'd rake me
over the coals for ten minutes and all I would remember was the one word
that wasn't sent as an insult. I wasn't able to understand why I still was
so drawn to him, but I was.

Once he was out of sight I got up and looked around for Timmy or Van, or
some human form that might provide some comfort, but the field was
empty. The game had been called. Some kids yelled in the background and
there was smoke starting to waft in the air from several early evening
campfires. The air had turned cool but not uncomfortable. I remembered Van
and thought I might go chat a little longer with him. He seemed to know
what he was talking about and I had never known a real athlete before.

I walked in back of the line of campers and RV's, after going through the
clubhouse. When I came to Van's camper, Timmy and his friend Michael were
standing at the window peeping inside through a slight opening in the
curtain. They were so distracted by what they were watching that they
didn't notice me moving up behind them.

"You feel mine and I'll feel yours," Michael said with his hand obviously
moving to the front of Timmy's pants.

I suppose he was thirteen or fourteen. He was fairly tall but not at all
filled out. He was caught in-between childhood and adolescents at its most
awkward stage. His face was quite youthful and his arms had fine blond
hairs but no sign of muscle. The hair on his head was darker than blonde
but it wasn't brown either and the sun had bleached the tips. He mainly
grew straight up and down.

My attention went back to the window where they stood. As soon as Michael
noticed me he yanked his hand off of Timmy, seeming almost horrified that
I'd seen him touching another boy.

"What's up," I said.

"No...  No...  Nothing," he sang, backing up to reveal the tent in his
pants which made it impossible for him to deny what was on his mind.

"Van's fucking Augie," Timmy said doleful. "Can you believe that. I
couldn't take that thing up my tailpipe."

Timmy's words sent hot flashes through me. The thought of seeing Augie
engaged in some sexual pursuit had the hair on the back of my neck standing
in appreciation, not to mention what stood in my pants with no further
stimulation needed. I leaned to see through the convenient space in the
drapes at the corner of the window.

Now I knew I should run them off and I should leave. In a perfect world
that might happen, but I didn't live in a perfect world and I was every bit
as curious as Timmy and his friend. I leaned behind Timmy to see what I
could see.

Augie was leaning over the table where I had been sitting. His hands were
holding both sides as Van stood behind him, holding Augie's hips. Stand may
have been a misnomer. He rocked back and forth pulling Augie toward where I
knew his erection had to be. By the strained expression on Augie's face,
there was no doubt that Van was sliding in and out of him as we watched. I
could hear Augie's muffled moans as Van seemed determined to get to
whatever hidden treasure that was inside the handsome boy.

"Let me see," Michael said, deciding he wanted his place back. "What are
they doing now? Did he put his dick up his ass? I was there first."

He forced himself between Timmy's back and my front, leaning over to peer
in and at the same time he started feeling the front of my pants. He didn't
bother to ask if I had an opinion about it, but this way there was no risk
I would say no before he found out what he was looking to find out. He did
take a look at my face to see if he could find any animus therein.

I'm afraid all he found was a duffus in ecstasy from seeing the perfect boy
being fucked while another boy, however imperfect, was playing with my
dick. His immaturity and lack of beauty was outweighed by the skill in
which he employed his fingers to give me pleasure. The only thing
disagreeable was that he stopped after a few minutes and became attracted
by the indoor games.

We all three of us peered in at the sex as the two men rocked and shook as
they drove toward destinations unknown to the likes of us boys. I could
only imagine what the two of them got from their linkage, but Timmy was
more than happy to explain the more technical mechanical aspects of the
procedure.

"That fucker's fat as my wrist," Timmy swore his oath in a whisper, shoving
his free hand in the air for us to gage the size of his wrist. "No way I'd
let him shove it up my ass. I could barely get my mouth around it."

"You sucked that old guy?" Michael asked with alarm in his words.

"Ah...," Timmy said, looking for some acceptable answer once Michael's
distress was obvious. "It's what you like, isn't it."

"Yeah, but he's old. He's queer. We're kids. It's different if we do it
with each other," Michael advised with his most conservative reasoning.

"Yeah," Timmy said, going back to the window. "That's true."

Michael stood silent for a minute before he left our voyeur's nest. I
didn't like the note on which he picked to make his exit. There was
something unsettling about a boy who has a cock in each hand and then
becomes distressed by the talk of having one in your mouth. Perhaps it was
my inexperience that had me thinking the two were related and couldn't be
that offensive to anyone so disposed as he. There were more important
things to attend to just then.

Augie's face was hidden between his folded arms as the table wobbled from
Van's sturdy thrusts. Augie looked up and his hands grasped either side of
the table. This time he pushed himself up on his arms and I could see where
his raging red erection was hooked at the edge of the table. It was one of
the most incredible dicks I'd seen, shinning red amongst the black pubes. I
could see his chest working overtime as he gulped air while his body shook
and a line of cum then leaped out of him and impacted the window with
incredible force.

Augie looked up toward the ceiling as if praying for salvation while he
expelled another stream of cum. Van's hand was searching for the erupting
member as he continue his search for ecstasy. Once found and secured, he
pumped away as Augie exploded with another stream that barely reached the
window. Several more weak squirts dribbled across the table toward us
before the puddle started oozing out and growing under his dick head.

Augie's face told the tale and I wasn't sure I wouldn't be the first in
line to volunteer for the next such operation. This eagerness might have
stemmed from my youthful enthusiasm, as well as my lack of understanding
for the amount of pain one could endure while in the pursuit of pleasure,
but I was eager to discover any and all aspects of my sexual deviance, no
matter the risk, as long as someone held me like Van was holding Augie. I
needed for someone to hold me that way.

"Fuck!" Timmy gasped. "That's awesome. I'm going to blow a load watching
this. Too bad Michael left. He'd get me off."

His hand reached back for me as he spoke and our faces were pressing close
together as I leaned over his shoulder. We continued to watch. People
walked by the front of the camper but they were parked so close together no
one took a good look to see us lurking there. I ran my arm across his hip
letting my hand slid into his pocket. He immediately moved his dick into my
grasp. I could feel its warmth through the material. I could feel the
excitement throbbing in him.

Van sat at the table, pulling Augie onto his lap without disengaging from
him. I cursed the table that kept me from seeing how the man entered the
thin boy. Augie sat listless as Van held him in place with one big arm
around his slim chest. He seemed to be rolling under him as Augie leaned up
and then he would sit back down. Augie's hand slid easily in the cum on the
table as he steadied himself. His cock had drooped down over his balls,
losing not an ounce of its luster or that glorious red color that shinned
through the sticky remnant of his mighty orgasm.

There was a loud grunt followed by Augie leaning forward to grasp the far
side of the table. Van made some final desperate thrusts, using their new
positioning to facilitate his eagerness, and all at once Augie was yanked
back down firmly into his lap. Placing both of his arms around Augie's
handsome chest, Van shook and so Augie shook, as spasms ran from one to the
other. It became obvious that his lust and passion was at that instant
flowing. They both sat quiet for the first time since I had begun my vigil
at the window.

I must admit their passion took my breath away and left me with a stiff
resolve. The next thing I knew they were standing up with Van in front of
the table right where he was when I came up. Augie ran his hand over his
chest and down until he grasped the rubbered up organ. Augie sat at the
table, pulling the beef to his lips, kissing the latex with both lips and
tongue. He pealed it off using both hands, kissing the entire length as the
naked flesh was exposed, and finally he sucked the thick wet knob into his
mouth. Van swooned, reaching for the table so he wouldn't fall.

My own knees were failing me while I felt Timmy's cock with a renewed
vigor. At the same time I started rubbing my badly leaking appendage
against his butt.

"Let me suck you," Timmy said.

"Not here," I protested.

"Then fuck me. No one can see us," he whispered in a gasp.

"Let's go in the woods. I'll do it there. Not here," I bargained.

"I don't want to miss any of this," he said.

When I got my mind back on the action, Augie was standing with the rubber
and it's dripping contents, rubbing it on his dick as Van stood there
immobile. Then Augie put the latex on his own less than stiffen penis, but
it wasted no time rising to the stimulation. His hand worked on his prick,
using Van's cum to enhance the experience as he thrust his hips at his
hand. He then leaned until his back was on the table and he started jacking
off faster once he was flat on his back.

"Fuck!" Timmy said. "Don't just jack me off. Suck it."

"Not here," I hissed.

"You're a drag, Martin. This is so hot."

It was so hot. Van put his mouth on Augie's shielded cock. He took it all
into his throat and then removed the rubber while still sucking Augie. His
mouth was just short of reaching the boys pubes, but it didn't seem to
matter because Augie was erupting as we watched. His moans and the
thrusting of his hips were a dead give away to what was happening. The gobs
of cum spewing over Van's lips and chin were another indication that the
muscular boy was at his zenith. With knees bent and holding Van's face on
him, Augie rocked and rolled as the table wobbled under him. After a minute
his arms fell limp, and Van started coughing loudly.

Timmy's cock was well up in my fingers as I did my best to caress and
titillate him so he'd let me watch in peace. I must have done a fine job
with him because all at one he leaned hard on the camper with a groan as my
hand was suddenly receiving a free fill-up of sticky stuff. He tried to do
it quietly, but the passion of the moment made for audible moans.

"Damn it, shut up, Timmy," I said, losing my own peak as it was about to
explode.

"Shit!" Augie said, standing naked behind us. "It's them. They're watching
us."

"Don't worry, Augie. They're both cool. They won't say anything. Let's get
back inside before someone else shows up and sees you like that."

"Shit!" Augie said, just then realizing he was standing outside in the
nude.

Van had taken time to pull on his underwear but Augie was bear butt naked
and still dripping cum. Timmy and I followed them back through the open
door without any further ado, but I don't think I was too eager to face
them, after being caught spying.

"You two should know better," Van said.

"Us two," Timmy said. "What about you two. You keep telling me I can't and
you go and do it with him."

"He's an adult. Adults can make the choice."

"He's not either," Timmy said.

"He's close enough. You aren't even in the ball park."

"You said I could...." Timmy complained.

"You don't listen to my words. You make up your mind before you try to
understand what I'm saying to you. You're fine, Timmy. You're a great
kid. I like you. I'm just not comfortable doing anything with you. It has
nothing to do with me not likeing you."

"You said I could next time, and it's next time and you're doing it with
him."

"Jesus," Augie said.

"Timmy, you need to be with boys your age. I can tell you why I think that
is, but you'll only half listen and accuse me of lying or worse. I'm
worried more about you then me or I'd just let you have what you want. It's
not that easy."

"Looked easy to me," Timmy said, looking dejected.

"I wish we'd talked about it. I should have explained it better. It was my
fault and I'm sorry. We'll talk about it tomorrow and I'll sit down with
you so you know why I feel the way I feel."

The camper grew quiet as we had all run out of things to say. At least the
heat had gone off me, but I was old enough to know better. I could tell
that Van was disappointed that I would do what I did.


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