Date: Sun, 4 Feb 2001 21:13:01 -0500 From: Sidney Gittler Subject: Fairy Godfather-Thorgil This is a work of fiction containing sex between teenaged boys. If this isn't to your taste then please leave. Otherwise enjoy. Comments to sidg@compuserve.com Thorgil's Boys Inspired by Arne Story idea by a friend Written by Sid G c2001 Introduction: My name is Thorgil and I'm a fairy godfather. Each fairy has an area of expertise that involves large segments of the population. I have an interesting assignment. As you know sexual orientation is something you're born with, but you have to realize it. My job is to enter the dreams of gay teenage boys who haven't realized or accepted the fact and through one memorable wet dream waken them. The Chief has given me permission to write down some of my cases. Jason's Story I know it's been a while but with so many boys ready to discover their true sexuality I've been way to busy to write. I had to beg the Chief for a couple of days off to write about Jason. Jason Bradley's history is a typical one really. He lives with his parents and younger brother in New Castle, PA. New Castle is in western Pennsylvania, north of Pittsburgh. A rural city on the downside filled with good people and proud of their high school sports teams. Some might say they put the star athletes on a pedestal, a too tall pedestal. I first encounter Jason as he emerges from his high school locker room for varsity basketball practice. He's just rounding into basketball shape after leading the soccer team in scoring. Despite being a sophomore he's starting his second season as point guard on the defending conference champion basketball team. "Well, well. Nice of you to join us Jason. Can we start practice now?" Coach Walker said. "Sure coach I just had to get rid of those wimpy faggots in the locker room who were checking me out." Everybody on the team laughed. "Funny, now run your fucking ass back in there and free them from whatever locker or storage bin you stuck them in. And you're benched for the first five minutes of the game tomorrow. I keep telling you that you can't beat up on other kids." "They're not kids coach, they're some lower species." Coach Walker got into Jason's face. "I think I changed my mind Jason. You're not benched for the first five minutes." "Cool." "You're suspended for two weeks. Now get the hell out of here before I decide to drag you down to the principal's office." "Coach, you can't," John Hughes said, Jason's best friend. "Now you're sitting for the first half of the game John. Anybody else want to open their mouth?" Coach Walker said. Silence. "John, you come with me while Jason shows us where he left his victims this time. Then you're both getting out of my sight." Jason led them to locker 690 in the far corner of the locker room and removed the open clasp lock from the door and opened the locker. Inside were two naked boys trying to stay as far apart as they could. "John help them out of there," Coach Walker said. John walked over and held out his hand. The boy on the left, didn't even look old enough to be in high school, shook his head and tried climbing out. His right foot slipped and he fell into John's arms. The boy blushed and hurried away. Jason bit his lip, knowing that the next word could mean being kicked off the team. He just couldn't understand why Coach cared so much about the fags. The second boy, only slightly bigger than the first, took Billy's hand to get out, nodded and ran off. "Jason, I hope you've learned your lesson. See you at practice in two weeks." Jason nodded and walked to his locker. He didn't even change into his street clothes, just shoved everything into his gym bag and walked out the door. While following him home I wondered how he'd take the revelation, quickly realized I didn't care. Jason's dad pulled into their driveway the same time he started up the sidewalk to the front door. "Don't you have practice today son?" "Coach suspended me for two weeks. Didn't like the way I handled the fags who can't keep their fucking eyes off me in the locker room. Bastard's probably queer himself. Probably why he's always in the locker room after practice." "He's warned you about that before. You've got to learn to watch out for yourself better." "I was, saw the two creeps whispering together while they eyed me." "I'll call him in the morning. Now go upstairs, do your homework and think of an apology." Jason nodded, shrugged. "Yes Dad." I waited in his bedroom while he showered. As soon as he entered he dropped his towel and was completely naked. Totally, utterly gorgeous as he stood there dripping water on the hard wood floor. A muscular 6'2" with medium light brown hair, a light thatch of hair down his chest bottoming out right above a solid six-inches of uncut boy cock. He lay down on his bed and stared at the ceiling. Like most teenage boys he started absent-mindedly stroking his cock, and stopped. I wondered why and entered his thoughts for the first time. A sixteen-year-old has just passed through the border between childhood and adulthood. It's a fascinating and scary place, and Jason's mind was scarier than most I've seen. Not just the usual angst of the age but serious conflict as well. I waved my hand over his eyes and he slept. A second wave and he began to dream. If eyes are the windows to your soul your dreams are the door to your id. The place in your psyche that controls your ego and superego, what makes you really you under all the cosmetics that society and culture forces you to wear. And Jason's id was struggling against that force. In this dream he's the smaller boy he'd forced into the locker. He can't stop looking at all his classmates as they strip out of their street clothes and stretch naked as they prepare for gym. He undresses in slow motion until he removes his briefs revealing a hard, dripping cock. One of the other boys notices and points him out. Dream Jason tries to hide his boner but he's quickly surrounded by the bigger boys and pushed to the floor with his hands held behind his back. Eyes at crotch level. "Please, please, I didn't mean nothing," he said. "Oh, I didn't mean anything by staring at your cocks and getting all hard till I almost came in my girly briefs," one of the boys said. "Well, we know what you want fag. So for gym today you're going to blow us. And if you do a good job tomorrow will be fuck day," another said. "And if you don't do a good job today will be your last day faggot," said a third as he forced his cock down Dream Jason's throat. With that Jason shot his load, woke crying, turned over and buried his face in his pillow. I let him cry for five minutes, waved my hand again and returned him to a dreamless sleep while I watched. He slept till six when his younger brother knocked in and walked in. Jeremy's three years younger and looked more like the second boy in the locker than Jason. Ignoring his brother's nudity Jeremy gently shook his shoulder until Jason turned over. "You OK? Dad told us about being suspended. You want to talk about it?" "No little bro, I'm fine. Could you just tell them I'm too tired and need to sleep. Tell Dad not to call coach in the morning," Jason said. "OK, but get under the covers because you know Mom will come in and kiss your forehead to make sure you're not sick." Jason looked down and blushed. One hand covered his crotch while the other pulled the blanket over. Five minutes later his mother walked in, kissed his forehead and left a meatloaf sandwich, chips and a can of Mountain Dew on his nightstand. Jason thanked his mother, took a sip of the soda then turned back over. It was ten before hunger and the need to piss woke him. He wrapped the towel around his waist as he entered the bathroom that connected his bedroom to Jeremy's. Returning he grabbed the plate and can and sat at his computer. Opened Word and brought up the personalized letterhead he'd created. Dear Coach Walker: I want to apologize for my actions today and for what I said. You were right to suspend me from the team. What I said to you, and more importantly what I said and did to my two schoolmates today was wrong. I will apologize to them when I see them. I do not wish to be reinstated to the team, and I'm thinking of quitting for the season for the good of the team since I don't know if I'll be a distraction or even able to focus. I'm sorry and hope you can forgive me. Sincerely, Jason Bradley Jason stared at the screen for five minutes before printing it out and placing it in an envelope. He wrote "Coach Walker" on the front and put it in his backpack. Then opened a new document. After staring at the blank page for a long time he stood, went to the window and opened it. The cool air washed over his naked body, tiny goose bumps forming all over his body. His cock shriveled in the cold to a nub. We're only on the second floor but I know the damage a head first plunge can do, from broken bones to paralysis to death. I moved closer, I've never lost a boy to suicide and I wasn't about to lose Jason. He seemed so much closer to understanding. He returned to the computer and started typing. Dear Dad, Mom, Jeremy, friends and classmates: I'm sorry for the way I've been recently. I've let being the star get to me and acted the part all too much. I've also let the things going on in my head get in the way. Too often I've let the two problems mingle to disastrous results. Today was an example of me at my worst. When I got to the locker room for basketball practice there were these two kids there who were just finishing up from last period gym or something. I could see them looking at me and my teammates changing and something in me snapped. I waited till we were alone in the locker room. I started calling them fag, faggot, queer, names like that. I forced them to strip and locked them in a locker. Punishing them I told myself for being perverts. To make it worse I went into practice and bragged about it. Told Coach Walker they weren't even people. He suspended me for two weeks and I now know he was right. I'm now willing to accept the reason I humiliated these schoolmates and others. I'm a fucking faggot. I look at my classmates and teammates as we change. I dream about us having sex together. I took my self-hate and struck out at others I thought were like myself. I'm so sorry. I hope all of you can forgive me for what I've done and for what I am. With love, Jason Bradley Jason saved the document and left it on the screen as he stood and headed back to the window. I didn't have to reread the letter or look inside him to understand what he meant to do. They may call us fairies but our powers are strong. He was asleep on the floor before he got near the open window. I closed the window and began to weave a dream. Jason was shooting baskets in his driveway when the two boys from the locker room walked up. "Jason, I'm Billy and this is Rob," the taller one said. "We know you're one of us so why do you treat us like that." Jason dropped the ball and let it roll down the driveway toward the pair. He shrugged and looked at the cement pavement. "Because it scared me. I didn't want to be queer and I took it out on you. You'll never have to worry about me again." "Cool, we'd like to be friends," Rob said. "You don't understand, I'm going to, going to," Jason said and began to cry. Billy and Rob rushed up and took hold of him and led him inside and up to his bedroom. They sat Jason on his bed, locked the door and stripped before undressing him as Jason sat like a zombie. Once Jason was naked they lay him on the bed and began gently kissing and touching him. It took a while but Jason slowly came back to life and began reciprocating. Rob brushed his cock and Jason sighed for a second and began crying as he felt his cock spring to life at that simple touch. Billy leaned over and for the first time kissed Jason full on the mouth and let his tongue brush the older boy's lips. Jason opened his mouth to admit it and relaxed as he touched the boy's back and felt another's hand touch his cock for the first time in his life. He probed Billy's mouth with his own tongue and ran his fingers through Rob's hair prompting a soft sigh. Jason broke the kiss and moved Rob up to mouth level and for the first time initiated a kiss with another boy. His hand sought, found and touched another boy's cock. The warm feeling in his mouth was matched by the one in his hand and rewarded by a sigh followed by pecks on the neck from Billy. Billy's hand gently flowed over Jason's athletic build as he sucked on Jason's neck. The hand gently cradled Jason's firm buns. Rob broke the kiss and moved back down to Jason's cock and began licking it. Jason jumped at the first touch but gave into the new sensations. He lay still as the two freshmen worked on, played with his body. Understanding dawning as the feelings in his cock rose as Rob swallowed it. Opening his eyes he saw Rob at work and Billy jerking himself off. Jason cupped Billy's ass and drew him over till he could taste his first boy cock. He took hold of it and kissed the head gently before letting his tongue flick the licking precum from Billy's slit. Jason let it lay on his tongue as he slowly jacked Billy's rod. Instinctively he leaned forward and swallowed it and began mimicking what was being done to his own. "Shit you're a natural cocksucker Jason, oh yeah," Billy said. Jason wanted to respond, but couldn't. His mouth had something much better to do than talk, plus the growing feeling in his penis and balls made rational thought impossible. He released Billy's cock, I'm going to cum Rob, pull off." Billy pushed him back on, "don't worry, he likes to swallow. So will you." Jason thought about this as he went back to work and knew it was true. He didn't have long to think before his seed exploded down Rob's throat. An orgasm like nothing he'd ever had in volume and emotional intensity. Rob reached up, stroked Billy's crack. Billy responded by baptizing Jason's throat with its first feeding of boy cum. Billy pulled out and Rob quickly took his place in Jason's mouth. It didn't take long before the heated up boy was giving Jason his second feeding. As Rob pulled out of his mouth Jason blew him a kiss. Jason woke and sat up on the floor. "A dream, but what a dream. Those two were gay and happy. Didn't think anything was wrong with it. So why should I?" He rose and went back to the computer, rereading the last few lines. He leaned back, thought, and prayed silently before adding to the letter: No, I'm not a faggot or fag or queer. I'm gay and I now understand there's nothing wrong with it. I don't need forgiving. If that or my being around them bothers my classmates and teammates that's their problem not mine. Dad, Mom, Jeremy I hope you can understand and accept. This is what and who I am. I still love you and hope you still love me. Jason reread the whole letter, smiled, and saved it before printing out a bunch of copies. He opened his door and heard the television on downstairs and both his parents' voices. He slipped on his robe, picked up two copies and headed down the steps.