Date: Sun, 27 Aug 2006 23:33:50 -0700 (PDT) From: Jeffrey Uher Subject: When I Knew I was Gay! Part 10 Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is illegal to read materials of this kind where you live, then please stop now. This story contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys and men. And is for adult eyes only! The acts are consensual and are a result of their love or lust for one another. This story is completely true, all personal descriptions, and names have been changed to protect people's identities and privacy. I would love to hear from you, so write to me about your experiences. I'm a 5' 9", teddy bear, dark blonde hair, fairly hairy, 6" cut, low-hangers with bluegray eyes, and mid-forties now. I have many stories to relate about my early years of sexual experimentation. At this point in my life I am in Junior High. On the Saturday after Thanksgiving I ran into Kyle at the grocery store when my mom and I stopped to get some odds and ends. He said his family had been away for the holiday at relatives but he'd be over today if that was okay. When would be getting back home. I said as soon as we were done and it would be fine if he came over. We got home and while I was unpacking the car Barry came down the driveway and helped me finish up. I told him I needed to go out and do some chores and Kyle was probably coming over. He said fine and went with me to the barn and help. As we were cleaning out the horse stalls Barry brought up the other day up at our family's cottage and what had happened in the restroom. I told him about the older (in my eyes) man who I had a sexual encounter with. He asked me if I was scared when it happened and I replied it was somewhat scary and exciting all in one. When he asked what we did I told him and I could see it excited him. He was all ears as I described what went on. When I finished he said to me he didn't think he could do something like that, he'd be too scared. We were just finishing up in the stalls when Kyle showed up. He helped us finish up and get the horses fed and freshly watered and then we headed upstairs. Kyle went and dug out some of the magazines we had hidden during the summer and said he'd brought more from his cousin. There was a broad mix in the batch he had brought of both heterosexual and homosexual content. One in particular caught my interest it was titled "Coach's Personal Manager" and the cover showed a younger looking guy sucking the cock of an older man who was only wearing a jock strap. My cock went instantly hard and I sat down to look at the contents more intently. This magazine was a bit different from most of the others; there was a narrative that went along with the story. It described how the boy was on the varsity football team as the star quarterback. The coach gave him extra credit for "personally" helping him. As the pictures related the personal help was sucking the coach's cock, licking his asshole and letting the coach fuck him. The story was a real turn-on to me! I was rubbing my cock and so engrossed in the pictures and story I hadn't even noticed that Kyle and Barry were jerking each other's cock while looking at the pictures in another magazine. I went back to my magazine and the next picture showed the coach sitting on the younger guy's face in just a jock strap. It was so sexy seeing this older guy's hairy ass getting tongued by the younger guy that I dug out my cock and began beating off! The next pictures showed the coach having moved back some so that his balls were covering the younger guy's mouth. I looked up as I heard Barry moaning and saw Kyle had shifted around and the two were sucking each other's cock. Kyle had his pants and briefs pushed down past his knees while Barry had pushed his pants down to his ankles and his briefs were at his knees, his ass was pointed right at me and I couldn't help but slip my pants and briefs off and move over and begin kissing his ass cheeks. This startled him and he stopped sucking Kyle's cock a moment to look back and smile at me. He went back to sucking cock and I pulled his ass cheeks open planted my face in between his cheeks and just inhaled his scent. The chores had worked up a nice sweat and the hair in his ass was wet with sweat. I licked out and tasted his sweat. I moved down a bit and found his ass hole with my mouth and locked my lips around his hole and sucked hard. He moaned and squirmed as I then pointed my tongue and stabbed at his hole. I pulled back to admire his ass a bit before I moved back in licking his crack from top to bottom in long broad licks. The smell and the taste of his ass was driving me crazy! After a few minutes of licking and prodding at his ass hole I felt it opening up and letting my tongue in. Kyle was still busy sucking on his cock and the moans coming from Barry were coming from deep down. He was in a natural fuck motion trying to drive his cock into Kyle's mouth on the push and when he pulled back I had my tongue on his hole pushing as deep as I could into his ass hole. After about 5 minutes of this he said he was cuming and Kyle latched onto his cock and take his load. I moved a finger to Barry's ass hole and pushed in deep massaging that knot I had been shown and felt his hole squeeze closed on my finger as he shot his load letting out a loud groan. I reached up with my other hand and covered his mouth saying he was going to wake the dead. Kyle sputtered a laugh at my comment and pulled off Barry's cock before he finished shooting and took a direct shot in the eyes. Kyle's face got two more shots before Barry's orgasm faded. His face was covered in cum and Barry started laughing at the look of Kyle. I went and found an old towel and gave it to them to clean up. I was pulling my pants on and the guys were straightening up when Craig came bounding up the stairs and found us. He was there to pick up Barry as their family was headed out to eat. He took a look around and knew something had transpired. He then noticed some of the magazines and when he saw a couple realized they were his! He gave a bit of a lecture about how we shouldn't have these and that he and whoever else we got them from could get into trouble about them! Kyle said he had to get home, grabbed his bag and ran off. Craig sat down and gave us a stern lecture about the magazines and that we needed to give them to him and he would get rid of them. I apologized and Barry mumbled something while looking at the floor. I gave Craig all the magazines we had and he put them in a bag and said we would soon be old enough to purchase them ourselves and needed to wait until then! Also we needed to get a bit of a grip about fooling around with everyone. The more who were around the more likely that someone we didn't want to find out would find out! He really was acting more like our father than an older brother. When he went to put the bag in his car Barry said he wondered what had gotten into his brother. When Craig got back I asked him just that. This wasn't the same guy who had given us the talk the other day! He said he was sorry; it's just that it was one thing for a couple of young guys to fool around and experiment in growing up and it was a whole other thing if we were "teaching" half the neighborhood! Didn't it occur to us that the pornography we had was illegal for us to have and whoever it came from could get in trouble if some adult found out about it?! We both replied that we hadn't really thought about it, we were just curious about what sex was all about. He said "it will come in due time. Don't grow up too fast! Just let things come as they come." They left and I headed back inside. Mom asked where Barry was and I told her Craig came and got him and they were going to dinner. She asked what I wanted for dinner since we had been eating Thanksgiving leftovers for the past couple of days. I said spaghetti sounded good and she asked my father and brother and they said that sounded good also. It was late in the afternoon so we decided to head out to get some and ended up at a local pizzeria and had dinner. As we were eating dinner some friends of my parents came in that they hadn't seen in a couple of years. My brother and I remembered them and they sat near us so they could catch up. When we stood to greet them they remarked about how both us had grown since we last saw them. The woman remarked that they couldn't remember which of us was older, but I looked like the older one. My father chuckled and said no; actually I was the youngest in the family. My brother didn't say much I just saw his eyes roll and my father remarked that once I had grown taller a lot of people thought I was older, even when my sister was around. My mother attributed some of it to my demeanor and how I behaved around adults. I was respectful but I was never intimidated by them. I could always enter a conversation with ease with adults. As my mother put it "He always has had an affinity for being around older people. He's always very comfortable in social situations involving them." I didn't say much to this but in my own mind I attributed some of it to being around my sister so much with her friends. She is 7 years older than me and many of her friends were 7,8 or 9 years older than me. They never treated me like a little kid. They took me to play miniature golf, bowl, for ice cream or whatever and since I didn't whine or cause problems they treated me like I was part of their group. Also I was involved in the PTA and PTSA when my mother was involved state and nationally with the organization and she included me when she went to conventions, seminars and the like. All my time around older people made it a comfortable situation for me. Interestingly another aspect was that as the youngest in the family I was given more leeway and allowed to make more decisions on my own than my sister and brother. They always made mention of this when there was some conflict and even though my parents knew this was the case I also had a very different disposition than either of them. Our family doctor even acknowledged this to my parent's. I stayed up later at night and when my mother was having difficulty with it she asked our doctor. He asked about my waking up and daily routine and did it upset it, she said no and he told her I just had that affinity of needing less sleep than most people. Other things that came up were followed in the same way. Even my grandparent's would remark about how I had my own schedule and it didn't interfere with anyone else or my own functioning. My sister and brother resented this for years and even thought I was in coercion with our doctor. One time my brother asked our doctor about it and the doctor laughed. He reminded my brother how when he didn't get enough sleep he had trouble waking up and was really cranky as a result. It was chalked up to my "just being different". I actually did get along with our doctor well and he was the first in my "inner circle" that I talked about my being homosexual (later in this same year). He was very helpful and gave me a couple of booklets to read as well as telling me that if I ever needed to talk or had questions to come to him. He reminded me that our conversations were just between us. He had four kids of his own and I later found out that one of his daughters was a lesbian and she realized it fully when she was in college. We finished dinner and headed home. The rest of the weekend passed with out excitement. After church on Sunday I went to see Barry before they went home. We talked about what his brother had said and realized his brother was looking out for our well-being. I hugged him and reminded him to have that honest talk with his friend and he said he would. Deep down I didn't think Barry was a homosexual I just think he was going through a growing stage and would realize soon he wasn't homosexual. When I got home I sat down to watch some TV before going to bed and I was looking forward to seeing Peter in school tomorrow. I got together some things I needed for school and went to bed. I dreamed all night about Peter and wondered what he did during his holiday. When the morning came I was up and out early and headed to school before my brother had finished breakfast. I told my mom I had to get some tutoring materials and set up a schedule for study rooms. I had been assigned another student, a girl and she would become one of my best friends. She needed some help in science and Mr. Johnson, the teacher had recommended me. While I was in the library scheduling study rooms Peter walked by, saw me and came in giving me a big hug. I thought for a minute he was going to kiss me when he said he'd be right back after he dropped his jacket in his locker. I was so glad to see him and I don't really know what Ms. Drazen the librarian was thinking, but she smiled and said "you two get along like brothers. He really looks out for you, you know?" I smiled and said yes. She took the schedule and asked me if I thought I could handle 3 tutees. There was someone that came up in a recent teacher's meeting who was having trouble with math but no one was presently available to work with her. I said it had to be approved by the counselor's office but I felt I could handle it. She said she'd check on it. Peter got back and wanted to tell me about his holiday and wanted to know about mine. We went down to the cafeteria where you could buy juice, milk, pastries and breakfast sandwiches if you liked early before classes. I grabbed an OJ and Peter grabbed a bagel and OJ. He told me about seeing some of his family and then said he really had a story to tell me. He looked around to check who was near us and lowered his voice before telling me about going swimming at the school pool where his cousins went to school and seeing lots of guys naked and checking out their cocks and asses. At one point he had to get out of the pool to go to the bathroom. He found one just outside the gym entrance in the hallway. Once in the rest room he found 3 stalls and 2 urinals and a couple of sinks. He took the end stall and didn't think anyone else was there until he had got his swim trunks pushed down that he realized there was someone in the middle stall. As he sat on the toilet the guy next to him began tapping his foot and moving it slightly under the partition into his stall. He didn't know what was going on but on impulse he tapped his foot a couple of times. Next the guy somewhat whispered "Do you want to fool around?" I asked what he meant and he replied "Do you suck cock?" I didn't really reply and suddenly I saw him kneel down and move his legs under the partition and present me with his hard cock! I froze for a moment when I heard him tell me to suck on his cock. I knelt on one knee and began jerking his cock. He whispered for me to suck his cock. I took a tentative lick, it tasted clean and a bit of chlorine, he must have been swimming. I began to suck on the head of his cock when we heard the outside door squeak and he pulled back and sat down, so I did the same. We heard someone taking a piss at one of the urinals and then leave. He moved back into position and I went back to work sucking his cock. It was surrounded by a bush of brown hair and it too smelled of chlorine. As I worked his cock he moaned and began stroking the base of his cock while I sucked on the head and the first couple of inches. Suddenly he pulled back although I didn't hear anything. He whispered for me to put my cock under the wall. As soon as I moved under the partition I felt his warm wet mouth engulf my cock. Oh god it felt good! He took my whole cock into his mouth and licked out at my balls! After having seen all the cocks in the locker room I was ready to shoot quickly. He must have sensed this as he released my cock and I felt him stroking my inner thighs and massaging back on my lower ass cheeks. He went back down on my cock and began playing with my balls and ass while sucking on my cock. I was shaking from the impending orgasm when I felt his finger enter my ass hole. He began moving that finger in and out and around when I felt my load begin to shoot into his mouth. On my first shot I heard him moan and then felt him swallowing my load as he left my cock in his mouth as I shot the rest of my load. I collapsed to the floor which was cold on my ass and as I sat on the floor he pushed his cock back under the partition asking me to suck him off. It only took another minute or so before I felt him shooting in my mouth and pulled off and let is spurt onto his stomach. We didn't say anything else as I got myself straightened up and hurried out of the rest room but was curious about who I had just sucked off. I stood around the corner and kept an eye on the door waiting for whoever came out. In a couple of minutes the door opened and out walked a man about 35 or 40 years. I went back into the pool area and saw him talking to a woman and her two younger children. I asked my cousin if he knew them and he said it was the baseball coach and he also was a teacher! He told me about the wonderful dinner they had and how neat it was to see his cousins. He hadn't seen them in a couple of years as they used to live in California. I asked him if anything happened and he said no, but he did get to see a lot of naked guys as they went swimming just about every day. He told me he wished I had been there, he really missed me. Then he prodded me about what I did during the week. I told him Barry and I spent a lot of the weekend together as both our families prepared and ate dinner together. I told him about going to my grandparent's farm and I could see the disappointment in his face. He said he wished he could have gone to the farm. He then asked me if Barry and I had fooled around with each other. I told him about Barry's dilemma with his sexuality and that yes we had fooled around. He looked at me and said "I thought so. You really like Barry don't you? I kept wondering every night what the two of you were doing." I looked at him and told him I had always thought Barry was a neat guy but that I also realized that I didn't have those kinds of feelings for him. I really had missed him (Peter) and now knew my feelings for Barry were different. His face lit up and he said if we weren't in the cafeteria he would kiss me and I told him that the cafeteria was definitely the wrong place for that. He asked what else I did and I told him about being up at the farm and told him I had a similar encounter in the bathroom at the beach. It was time for homeroom and we headed out. I told him we were scheduled for study during lunch today. He asked me why the change of time and I told him the basketball coach wanted to see me about refereeing some games this week. He said fine he'd grab us a sandwich and some milk and bring them up to the library. When we reached his locker I stopped and we talked about maybe going to Paul's farm at the end of the week. When he opened his locker I noticed he had a small poster of Donny Osmond inside. I kidded him that I really thought Donny was cute and he said he thought so also. We went on our separate ways and before I got into my homeroom the gym teacher was outside to confirm that the coach wanted to see me after school. I said I got the note and would be there. He shook my hand and said he'd see me later. A couple of my friends asked what that was all about and when I told them they thought it was a great idea. The last game they played ended up in a big argument over a foul and the game just broke up and ended. If someone was there to sort it out they might actually finish a game. Lunch couldn't come too soon and when I walked into the library I saw Peter was already there with lunch. When I walked into the room he immediately grabbed me and gave me a big kiss pushing his tongue into my mouth where we dueled for a few seconds before stepping apart. He said "I've wanted to do that since I saw you this morning! I've really missed you!" He stepped to me and embraced me in a bear hug and I could feel his hard cock through his pants and my cock was hardening also. I reached down and grabbed his butt and squeezed his butt cheeks. He looked into my eyes and told me he loved me. He began rubbing his cock against mine and while I massaged his ass. I reached into the back of his pants and was surprised to find him not wearing any underwear. I was now in contact with his lightly haired ass cheeks. I ran the tips of my fingers on my right hand into his ass crack and brought them to my nose. They smelled sweaty and musty and just like I knew Peter would smell. He leaned down a bit and smelled my fingers also which elicited a moan from him. He teasingly said to me "fingerlickin' good!" I laughed lightly and he kissed me again. I dropped down on my knees and pressed my face into his crotch inhaling his scent. I felt his cock flex against my left cheek. It turned me on knowing he wasn't wearing underwear! Only one layer of cloth separated me from his cock, balls and ass! I pushed his hips and got him to turn around where I pushed my face into his ass. I couldn't control my urges and reached up and pulled on the waist of his pants. He undid his belt and unbuttoned the waist while I continued pulling on his pants. He didn't even get the zipper open all the way when his pants dropped to the floor. I was in sensory overload by now. His lightly haired ass cheeks split in the middle by a furry trench stared back at me. The smell of his ass was stronger and I didn't know what to do first. I leaned forward to kiss his left ass cheek when I changed my mind. I couldn't wait any longer. I grabbed his hips and pressed my face into his ass crack and inhaled his scent. His smell was etched in my mind and it was my biggest turn-on. I was beginning to realize that every man had his own unique scent and Peter's was sweet yet musty and rich with a musk that made my cock harden to its fullest. When he worked out, played and was active the sweat he produced only added to his scent. I took another deep inhale of Peter's musky ass and pressed my lips to his hairy ass hole and kissed it. I felt him shiver in anticipation. I pulled back a moment and just took in the sight of his ass. Then I reached up and pulled his cheeks open giving me a close-up of his hairy hole. It was winking at me, or at least I thought it sure looked like it was. Winking and beckoning me to kiss it, lick it and play with it. I leaned back in and locked my lips over his hole and sucked hard. I almost thought his legs were going to collapse and I felt him grasp my head almost in an attempt to steady himself. I licked at his ass and his ass hole tasting the most intimate part of Peter. He pressed my face into his ass harder and I heard him tell me to never stop. He leaned over the back of a chair and bent his knees slightly giving me full access to his ass. What a sight we must be, Peter naked from the waist down pushing his ass into the face of me with my cock sticking out of the fly of my pants. The room smelled of teen sweat, cock and ass and we were so into ourselves we didn't realize there were only a couple minutes left in the period. I was working my tongue into his hole just as the bell rang! I pulled back startled and we scrambled to straighten up and get to our next class. Before we walked out of the study room Peter gave me a big kiss. When we broke the embrace he was giggling and asked what was so funny. He said my face smelled like his sweaty ass I might want to stop in the rest room on my way to my next class. I giggled and told him I'd risk it. It might be interesting to see who might notice and what they do. As we walked out of the library he whispered he never got off and he was still hard. I said he better be careful, without underwear he had no way to hide his boner. I told him to think about something non-sexual and will his boner down. He said he was trying but he kept coming back to me licking his ass or sucking his cock and that ended it. I went into my next class and told him he better think of something else, it was clear he was hard. The end of the day came and Peter was at my locker seconds after I got there. I inquired about his problem and he gave me a smirk. He said he thought the teacher was turned on looking at his boner under his desk during class. I said he couldn't be serious; Mr. Smith had to be at least 60 years old. Nobody that age had sex. We laughed about that and I told him there's a vision to keep in mind next time he had a boner that wouldn't go away. He headed home and I headed to the gym. The coach (Mr. Petri) was waiting for me and my god was he a sight! I had never seen him in shorts and an athletic shirt. He was about 6'4" tall with black hair that covered his legs, chest and even his shoulders! His eyes were a deep brown and he had a bit of a 5 o'clock shadow. I wasn't sure how old he was, maybe 30 or 35 and I couldn't help but stare at his ass when he stood and shook my hand. He said something about my brother being on the JV team I didn't really hear him. I was trying hard to picture him naked. We started talking about my refereeing some of the games but first we would spend today watching the guys play and having me call the game so he could see if I knew what I was doing. He put his arm around my shoulder and we walked into the gym. He towered over me and his touch sent a shiver through me. I liked this man already. He was like a big brother. He introduced me to the guys, some I knew and some I didn't. He explained what I was going to be doing and that everyone who played in the pickup or intramural games would abide by the calls I made. If all went well I would help teach another person to do the same. His last command was "I don't want to have to break up anymore arguments or fights! Anyone involved in the future will answer to him! It could lead to the player being banned from playing in the games!" A couple of guys who knew my brother said they thought this would be great. If I needed any help all I had to do was ask. We used a timer clock to time the quarters and time outs that the science teacher gave me. A couple of guys started to cause problems right off. Mr. Petri pulled one aside and had a stern talk with him for a minute or two and he got a new attitude. The other kid still challenged everything complaining that it wasn't any fun playing with a bunch of rules. Some of the other players said that was because he didn't follow any rules ever when he played. That's why they had the arguments they did. The coach made a call during a lay up play and this kid threw a fit. He was swearing and complaining and to my amazement Mr. Petri had his step over to the bleachers and everyone could hear him telling the kid that maybe he wouldn't be allowed to play in the games any more. The other guys agreed that would be best, he was always a problem. The coach went on about giving him a chance but that he was due some punishment for the foul language he used! The kid bent over the bleachers and waited while the coach got a paddle. I had never seen this before. The coach told the kid to pull down his shorts and the guys on the team all snickered at the sight of his pale ass while the coach administered 5 firm but not hurtful smacks on that ass. It turned a bright red and he was rubbing it as he pulled up his shorts. When he came back onto the court you could see the tears in his eyes. He certainly was a different person after his punishment. The coach reminded everyone that foul language was not tolerated in his gym! After the game started up again he mentioned to me to correct anyone who used foul language and if they gave me a hard time to get him immediately. Otherwise he was very pleased with how things went and told the guys playing to check the schedule in the office for my available days. If there were other games and I was available and wanted to ref them that was fine also. There was about 4 minutes left in the quarter and he told me when it ended to give a 10 minutes break and see him in the office before continuing the game. "No problem" I replied. The quarter ended and I went to the office. He showed me the schedule and asked me to put my phone number on it also. He thought things would go fine but remember a couple of the guys like to think they are in charge. If they get out of hand either get him or the gym teacher. I said fine and went back to finish up the game. Everything went fine and when the guys headed to the locker room I followed talking with some of my brother's friends. The locker room felt different than during gym class. Most of these guys were older than me by 3, 4 or more years. A couple of the guys were juniors and the team atmosphere and camaraderie brought about a lot of ass slapping, dirty jokes and talk of girls and who was scoring with who. Really surprising was to see a couple of the guys with boners walking into the showers and nobody reacting to it negatively. Instead they joked about them not getting any lately, having a broken arm & hand and guys yelling to other guys not to bend over to pick up the soap. I was watching the whole scene with great interest. I saw a couple of guys grab at each other's balls and joke about it. In the next row of lockers somebody was checking something out on the butt cheek of a friend, something that he couldn't see. I was also really enjoying the show of cocks, balls and asses. Some guys (most) had cocks pulled up into their pubic bushes, while some showed a nice hanging dick and a couple were showing big fat cocks. The couple of guys who had boners earlier had shrunk back to look like the rest of the guys. Some guys were hairy others were smooth with hair only around their cocks and in their armpits. Again I was in sensory overload with the scent of the locker room - sweat, piss, ass, musk, deodorant and more. The sights spoke for themselves! Hairy asses, smooth asses, asses that only had hair in the crack - balls pulled into a crotch, balls hanging down and swinging, hairy balls, smooth balls - short cocks, long cocks, fat cocks, thin cocks, cut cocks and even a couple of uncut cocks. Most of the guys showed no modesty! Scratching their asses, fondling their balls and cocks, bending over with their ass right in another guy's face and I even saw a couple of guys brush their cocks against the back of another guy's head when squeezing past them sitting on a bench. In the showers some guys pissed right in front of the others, some played grab ass and I even saw a few spending leisurely long moments washing their cocks and asses digging deep into their ass cracks with no embarrassment! I didn't rush much as I was enjoying the sights. By the time I entered the shower to take my shower there were only about 4 other guys still around. As I was standing under the shower rinsing my hair I felt a hand on my ass. It startled me and when I turned to look I saw one of the juniors I knew from church standing behind me. The middle finger of his left hand was diddling my ass hole and he said to me did I enjoy that. I nodded yes and he told the other two guys in the showers at this time that I was cool. I looked closer and noticed one of the other guys was a friend of my brother and the other was a couple of years older, his sister was in my class. The coast was evidently clear since I was allowing Matt to finger my ass and the other 2 guys, Scott and Mike grabbed each other's cock and began kissing. My cock began to harden and when I glanced down at Matt's cock it was hard and standing straight up against his stomach. It was about 7" long and quite thick. I reached out and felt his ass noticing it was mostly smooth but down where it joined his legs was a growth of soft blond hair like on his head. He had his finger in my ass by now and was fucking my ass with it. When I grasped his cock I got down on knees and licked at his balls. They were nearly hairless and on the back of his sack I could still taste his sweat. I looked over to see Scott sucking on Mike's cock. Mike's cock was about 5" long and thin and at one point he began fucking it into and out of Scott's mouth. As I searched in back of Matt's balls for more of his sweat he spread his legs and gently pushed my head back telling me to lick his hole. It was a bright red in contrast to the soft blond hair surrounding it. I licked out at it and tasted his musk. I noticed how it was different from Peter's but was still a turn-on. His sweat was really salty tasting and his scent more acrid. I licked at his hole again and felt him push his ass down harder on my face. He began jerking his cock, moaning and pushing on his ass. I was lost in the moment when I sucked at his ass hole. This lit him up and his hole opened up letting me drive my tongue into his ass hole! I felt his hole spasming around my tongue as he shot his load. After a moment to recover he pulled me up and got behind me. I could feel his soft cock wedged into my ass and he began masturbating me. As he jerked on my cock I felt his cock hardening again and I was scared he wanted to fuck me, something I wasn't prepared for! He lifted me off the ground and humped into my ass causing his cock to slide up and down in my ass crack. Mike and Scott came over and began to chew on my tits while rubbing their hands all over Matt and myself! I began to almost scream with my orgasm when Matt covered my mouth with his hand telling my "SSShhhhh!" in my ear. I shot a load that spurted at least 10 feet in front of me and my body tensed harder than I ever remembered shooting the rest of my cum. Matt lowered me to the floor and Mike said welcome to the club. I looked at him puzzled and he said they were all homosexual. Scott saw me taking in all the sights of the locker room and knew I had to be homosexual as well. We had to be careful but they all loved to have sex after playing a game and watching all the other guys. Matt said he thought I was older than I was. He was surprised when he learned I was only 14, I just looked and acted older. We talked about our experiences and I learned they all figured they were homosexual when they were younger. Mike and Scott lived next door to each other and have fooled around for years. Matt just started having sex with other guys in the past year when a guy in the neighboring town on the football team came onto him at camp. I asked him if his name was Jim and he said yes, how did I know? I told them about Peter and Scott looked at me and said "He is just the cutest guy in this damn school! How did you snag him? He has the finest looking ass in the sixth grade!" Mike laughed and said "That figures you'd notice that you ass licker! You can eat my ass for hours on end and by the way you always said my ass was the finest around." Scott looked at Mike and said "I said he has the finest ass in the sixth grade, you are in the eighth grade dummy." Matt interceded like a good big brother and told them to stop arguing and rolled onto his back on the bench pulling his legs back and exposing his butt hole to Scott saying he had never eaten his ass. How did it rate? Scott leaned down and kissed Matt on the root of his cock between his balls and ass hole. Scott told Matt he had a great ass but he liked them hairier. Mike stood up and turned around bending at the waist. I hadn't noticed his cheeks were covered in black hair and his ass crack was full of long silky black hairs. Scott got down and shoved his face into Mike's ass noisily kissing his ass crack and ass hole. He was really getting into eating out Mike's ass when we heard the outer entrance door open. We began getting dressed when coach walked in telling us to get a move on, time to lock up. If anyone needed a ride he'd take them home. Then he left while we finished dressing. I remarked about the coach and how hot he was. Matt chuckled and said they had all tried coming on to him but got no response. I asked if they had ever seen him naked and they said no. We all agreed that he was a hot man and left it at that. As we were walking out Scott comically said as we parted, "Same time, same place, same game tomorrow!" I couldn't wait for the next time. Just the chance to be around these jocks was worth the price of admission. When I got home my mom was headed to meeting and asked if I wanted to go. We could have dinner in town afterwards. I changed and we headed to the local university where the meeting was. I knew a couple of the people and my mother introduced me to others who were presenting information on changes in education curriculum being proposed. One of the presenters asked my mother what I was studying in college and she told her I was only 14 so I had a while to decide. She apologized and my mother said it was fine, even though I was the youngest many people mistook me for the oldest. I didn't want to listen to all the particulars so I told my mother I was going to go explore the building as it had a exhibit hall and cafeteria. She said fine, they would be done about 8pm and meet her back here at the auditorium. There was a neat photography showing in the exhibit hall with pictures of various birds and wildlife from remote areas. As I was looking at some pictures of wildlife on the Galapagos Islands a young man approached me and asked what I thought of the exhibit. He appeared to be about 25 or a little older with medium black hair, a darker complexion and the deepest green eyes I think I had ever seen. He had a medium build with hair poking up above the vee formed by the collar of his plaid flannel shirt. He was very attractive and I must have stared a bit too long as he asked me again what I thought of the pictures. I remarked they were stunning, I was into photography and had traveled in some foreign areas of the world and looked forward to future travels and using some of the ideas shown here. He smiled and said "thank you, my partner and I took them". Before I could respond he then asked me what I thought of the present view and I could feel myself blush as I looked down at my feet embarrassed that he had noticed my stare. He told me it was okay he thought I was a very attractive young man also. I remarked about how green his eyes were and he said "courtesy of my father, he has the same and they're what attracted my mother to him". He asked if I would join him for a cup of coffee and we could talk some more about photography. As I followed him to the cafeteria I noticed how his butt filled out his jeans and how they shifted as he walked. I tried not to make so obvious that I was checking out his butt, but he was quicker than I imagined. As we ordered at the counter, I ordered a soda and he got coffee he whispered in my ear "Do you like my ass?" I startled me and after I paid for my soda I practically ran to a table, I was beginning to react to him. My cock was beginning to harden in my pants! As he sat down he introduced himself, Seth and asked me my name. I told him and he again asked me if I liked looking at his ass? I didn't say anything but nodded my head and told him I thought he was very handsome. He thanked me and said he thought I was a very good looking man also. What year was I in at the university? I looked at him and told him I was only 14, almost 15 and still in junior school. Now it was his turn to blush and then apologize. He was sure I was a college student, maybe a sophomore. He said he was way out of line in approaching me and didn't want me to be offended or upset. I told him I wasn't and that I was a homosexual as I was supposing he was. He said yes and if I were older he would love to date me but at present I was "jail-bait". I laughed lightly and told him that didn't have to stop us as I wasn't telling anyone and he said he couldn't risk anything due to his professional life. We talked further about photography and it turned out he was 25 and his partner was 37. They had an open relationship as he put it, especially when one or the other was on the road. I felt so comfortable with this man that I opened up to him about Peter and our experimentation and relationship and he told me I should respect that relationship. Homosexual men sometimes overlook what they have in front of them in pursuit of something they think is better on the other side only to be disappointed. Also, it can be difficult to grow up homosexual in regards to relationships. We have a kind of stunted growth since we can't really date openly, hold hands, kiss or show our love and affection for a loved one in public readily. He gave me his card and personal address to stay in touch with him. He wanted to return to the area sometime and bring his partner, he would love to have us meet. Their relationship had begun when he was 17 and his partner was 29, they've had a couple of rough times but always have worked it out. He had a meeting in the morning and needed to prepare for it, thanked me for spending time with him and left. I made my way back to my mother, they were just finishing up and told her about meeting this well-known photographer who had an exhibit of wildlife photos and she said it sounded interesting. We decided on a place to go eat and a couple of the other people joined us. The conversation turned to this photographer as my mother brought it up and one of the other people said they had a book by him that came out last year. I should see if the library had it I would probably enjoy it. When we got home it was late and I went to bed fairly quickly and thought about my encounter that evening in my dreams. His comments about homosexual relationships really hit me. I hadn't really thought about it, but it was true about our growing up being some how "stunted". I also began to realize that my growing up had given me a new playing field. Many people viewed me as older than I was and when I played it right they treated me as someone who was older than I was. I needed to spend some time learning more about growing up and being an adult. The Holidays are here and the New Year looks promising.