Date: Sun, 14 Mar 2010 19:43:53 -0700
From: Tim P <privatetimm@gmail.com>
Subject: Blake's Story Chapter 11

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Chapter Eleven - Evan's Tells Me His Story

Matt's Story


It has been five months since the trip to Denver, three months since the
end of high school wrestling and a month or more since Tom and got
together. I finished my student teaching at Cheyenne Central in late
January and not only were they really happy with my classroom performance
they were also quite pleased with my coaching. After football and the high
school wrestling, I've helped with the feeder program at McCormick Jr. High
and now I am helping with the freestyle and Greco wrestling team that
practices at the school. Principal Strannigan asked me to stay on as a
permanent sub when my student teaching finished and he says he will find a
full time spot for me in the fall.

Marco and I are in some kind of a relationship now after the talk we had
that night when I told him about Tom and he told me about Evan. We don't
know what to call it. We are kinda boyfriends, kinda friends with benefits,
lovers, something, but it is difficult to get alone time together. We are
both so busy we don't a chance for a lot of alone time and with Marco being
so young he can't really do the things a boyfriend my age would do like
spend the night over and stuff like that. We manage somehow and Marco has
been great with how he acts when we are around others, especially his
family and close friends. I was afraid he'd be a love sick, giddy puppy,
but he is a very bright, mature kid and he understands what is at stake
here. I am hoping as we head into summer we get to spend more time
together, but I am still paranoid about people figuring out what is going
on. When we go back to my place I am careful who sees us heading up to my
place. I hate sneaking around, but I love Marco and I am willing to risk a
lot to be with him.

We actually spend a lot of time just talking since we can't be together in
private, but that has been great I think, the more I know Marco the more I
love him. He is a very cool, deep guy. We talk about our past, present and
future. Marco skirts the edges of his feelings for Evan and I do the same
with my feeling for Tom. I also tell him all about Justin from back home
and the two guys I met from vacations. Justin I was close with and he is
still a good friend, but it has always been just for fun and to get off
since we both had girlfriends at the time too.

The other two guys were the result of horniness meets opportunity. With Tom
there is genuine affection, but still not the depth of feelings I have for
Marco and Marco isn't sure about his feelings for Tom. We agreed that Marco
and Tom should continue their physical relationship as the best thing for
everyone. Marco told me that Tom and I could still do stuff since it only
seemed fair so you get an idea of the strangeness of the relationship and
I've never even broached my strange interactions with Blake or my
suspicions about him and Tony Jr.

And then there is cute little swimmer Ethan. Two days after he delivered
pizza to Tom and I Ethan and I do sit down and talk. I was deliberately
conservative in my dress, no basketball shorts with no boxers like last
time and certainly no semi going on. I don't know if Ethan is relieved or
bummed, he is hard to read, but he does have lots of questions for me, but
when he asks them he never asks them gender specific. For example he'll
ask, 'if you like someone, how can you know if they like you back?', not
'if you like a girl, blah blah'. If it was just once I wouldn't think twice
about it, but he always asks that way. I think he is struggling with his
sexual identity, but isn't quite sure if can fully confide in me.

With school ending I am hoping I can spend a little time with Ethan and
help him figure out things even as I try to sort them out too. I don't know
if I would go there with Ethan, I never really intended or thought about
guys like Tom, Marco, Blake and Ethan as potential sexual partners or
boyfriends or anything like that, but once the damn burst with Marco it
opened me up to looking at things differently. In the past I never thought
about guys being attracted to me and wanting to do stuff with me, but now
that I know there are great guys out there that do, I am more open to the
possibilities of friends and lovers.

Now with Marco though, I get the idea that Evan was more than a passing
fancy. I know they still chat online, chat on the phone and web cam
occasionally. I need to look more into Evan. The ease with which he took
Marco's seven inches made me suspect he was used to it too much.

So what was it that led me to do a search online for clues about
FargoBoiToi14? Was it jealousy? Maybe. I actually think it is because I
care so much about Marco I can't stand the thought of anyone hurting him,
me included. One thing I do every so often is take a temperature reading on
how he is feeling about us, me being older and such. He just rolls his eyes
and I am really starting to believe he is doing better with it than I
am. But I digress. I did do a web search for FargoBoiToi14 and Evan
Laufenberg and SwimmerEvan@aol.com (I also checked the same names on yahoo
and hotmail). Wow, did I find a lot. Now I just don't know what to do with
the information I have.

So here is what I found. At first I thought it was hot! Online, on a
Russian website, I found pics of a naked and totally hot 13 year old Evan
Laufenberg. Crap was he cute! At 13 he was damn near hairless, but he still
had this massive cock, it had to be at least 8 inches. The trouble was that
although he looked great, he didn't look happy in the pictures. And then I
found the "other ones". These were ones where Evan wasn't alone. It showed
him with men, and although their faces were obscured, it was obvious from
their bodies that they were probably in their 40's and 50's. They would
take turns photographing and getting on Evan. They had pictures of them
sucking Evan, fucking Evan and doing some slave/master stuff with him. I
felt totally sick and felt badly that I had tried to plant seeds of doubt
about Evan in Marco's mind.

I did some more research and came across a pedophile case from Fargo some
four years ago involving eight boys 11-16 and the men who had abused
them. They didn't give names of the boys of course, but from one of the
censored pictures I could tell it was Evan. I did get sick this time. Poor
Evan, what hell he must have gone through, especially in a trial. Am I that
guy? Am I abusing Marco for my pleasure? Crap, who can I talk to about this
and work this out? What do I do now? Do I try to talk to Evan? No wonder he
came to school clear in Wyoming and why his parents hover when they are
with him. Evan seems happy enough and well adjusted. He is polite, but he
is also quiet. Has he always been quiet?

Part of my dilemma is resolved when Evan calls me a week later and asks if
he can spend the night at my place on a Friday night about two weeks
away. He has a meeting late Friday afternoon with a potential summer
internship opportunity and he doesn't want to tackle the drive home at
night. I tell him sure and invite him to spend Saturday night and maybe
Sunday too, if it works out that way. He quickly agrees to Saturday night
and says he will play Sunday by ear, but bring enough clothes for Sunday
night as well.

I'll talk to Evan on Saturday; I am just not sure how I am going to broach
it. And then there is the Marco issue. We haven't talked much about Evan,
just in general terms and of course Marco has no idea I was a witness to
his and Evan's love making session. I assume Evan is gay, but I don't know
that for sure; hell I don't know it about ME for sure, how could I know
about someone else? I envy Marco that, he knows exactly who he is and is
comfortable in that skin. What is there now between Marco and Evan? How has
Marco's and my relationship changed what was between the two of them? Has
it changed it? I better warn Marco that Evan is coming into town. I bet he
knows already.

"Hey Marco, what's up? I thought I'd let you know Evan is coming down to
visit me this weekend."

"Oh yeah, I was talking to him online this morning and he mentioned he was
coming down." Marco says, trying to sound very casual, but I can hear an
excitement in his voice. So he does have a thing for Evan.... Well who
wouldn't? The boy is gorgeous, sweet and hung like a damn bull.

"So can you hang with us Friday night? I'll have to invite Tony and Blake
too to make it seem normal and then Saturday I know you have baseball, but
I asked Evan if he wanted to stay Sunday as well so we could do some stuff
that day if you have the time."

"Hang on, my Mom wants to talk to you."

What's this all about?

"Hi Matt, how are you dear?"

"I'm great Mrs. Palatzo, thanks how are you?"

"Oh I'm great Matt and I really wish you would call me Nancy, Mrs. Palatzo
makes me feel so old!"

"Sorry," I giggle, "I try to remember, but my Mom would kill me if I was so
informal."

"Oh I know, you were just raised too well. But I have a big favor to
ask. Tony Sr. has to go to Denver Friday and he wants to make a weekend out
of it. Could Marco crash with you for the weekend? He mentioned that Evan
is coming down and you guys will all probably hang out Friday and Saturday
so I was hoping it would be ok? Tony Jr. is staying at Blake's."

"Oh no I would love to have Marco for the weekend, my place needs
vacuuming, the bathrooms a mess...  he'll be a big help!" I know she'll
know I am joking.

"Don't kid. Marco loves spending time with you. He WOULD vacuum and scrub
to spend time with you. He says he learns so much from you every time you
guys are together. Tony and I have noticed a big change in him ever since
you have been working with him. We just wish you could do as much for Tony
Jr."

Can she hear me blushing on the phone?

"Well thanks, you and Tony have done a great job with both boys. They are
very special people."

"Thank you Matt, we've tried. Here is Marco back."

"Did I hear right? I get to spend the weekend scrubbing toilets and
vacuuming?"

I can hear the wink in his voice.

"Yeah, you'll be scrubbing and vacuuming something."

I hear him snort and I wonder what Nancy thinks I just said.

"Hey, quick question, does Evan know anything about us?"

"Not a word from me. Why?"

"I just need to know what he knows. I know you guys are kinda tight
online."

"No, he doesn't know anything from me."

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Evan calls me a little later.

"Hey, I hear squirt is joining us this weekend. What time is he coming
over?"

"I, or we, are picking him up at 7PM or so from baseball practice. Why?"

"I wanted a chance to talk to you a bit first."

"Oh sure Evan, we should have plenty of time before we have to get Marco."

"Cool"

So what on earth does he want to talk about?

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It is Friday and my door bell rings at about 4:30. I open the door and
there stands a very cute Evan in a coat and tie looking all hot and
professional. He has a travel bag over his shoulder and another in his
hand.

"Hey Evan, c'mon in, let me grab one of those."

"Thanks."

I take the bag into my spare bedroom/office; Evan follows and drops the one
he is carrying too.

"Do you want to change? Freshen up? Can I get you something to drink?"

"Naw I am good I kinda like being dressed up, it makes me feel older, more
adult. I could use a glass of wine though if you have any"

"Oh yeah, no problem, let's head to the kitchen and you tell me how the
interview was? What was it for?"

"I think it went really well, it is for an Internship with the city in the
Planning Dept. I find out Tuesday if I get the job or not."

"Best of luck, it would be great to have you in Cheyenne this summer."

I've been trying to figure out what he wants to talk about and it finally
hit me that he probably wants to live with me for the summer. That could
really mess with my plans for spending lots of time with Marco this
summer. I open a bottle of white (Chardonnay of course, hey I am young, not
stupid) and pour him a good slug.

We go into the living room and catch up a bit, small talk about mutual
friends from the fraternity house, Evan's classes, my job, do I see much of
the guys, am I dating, all the usual chit chat. I do notice that he has put
down a good bit of the wine pretty quickly.

Do I break the ice on what he wants to talk about, or do I let him come to
it on his own time. I don't need to ponder it much longer his look tells me
he is ready.

"So I wanted to talk to you a bit about something and it isn't an easy
place for me to go. When I was 13 my parents got me AOL. I thought it was
the greatest thing ever. I could look up all kinds of information; find
pictures, videos, download music and all that. Then I discovered Chat
Rooms. At first I went into the AOL created rooms, then I discovered
another section of "member created" rooms. I had no idea what they were or
what the abbreviations meant. I saw a room that had 'North Dakota' in its
title; I didn't really understand the 'm4m' part. I went in and a bunch of
people said hi to me in the room right away and just as many sent me
private messages. I couldn't believe how many people wanted to talk to me,
I was popular. They asked all kinds of general questions, how old was I,
where was I from, what sports did I like, stuff like that. I was in there
for three hours before someone asked 'how big' I was, I was stupid, I said
'5' 100 pounds.'

Someone said 'lol, no how 'big is your dick?' I was like 'why would anyone
want to know that?' 'Hahaha, this is a gay chat room, everyone wants to
know.' Ok, so it finally occurred to me m4m meant men for men. I wasn't
really sure of my sexuality, but I thought I kind of liked boys better than
girls, so I told them, 'almost 8 inches', which was the truth. Well they
all laughed, made fun of me, called me a liar and pissed me off in general
so I left the room never to return. Never lasted two days, my curiosity got
the better of me, I really wanted to talk to gay people in Fargo or at
least North Dakota, so I went back in. Oh it was a lot of the same crew and
they gave me shit, 'here's the 8" 13 year old!" They had a great laugh at
my expense, which got me all pissed off so I left again. I left as
FargoDiver and came back the next day as FargoBoiToi14. I figured by adding
a year to my age a couple of months prematurely they wouldn't know it was
me. So I went back and started chatting. After a couple of weeks I started
getting really comfortable in there. I didn't know any of these people, but
I was telling them things I wouldn't tell my best friend. I started sending
pics of me to a couple of guys. They told me I was beautiful. I was
amazing. A couple of them wanted to meet me. I hadn't seen their pics yet
because they said they didn't have cams, but I didn't care I wanted to meet
a real gay guy so I agreed to meet a guy at the West Fargo Mall the
following Saturday in the food court. I got to the mall at about 11AM, my
mom dropped me off, I told her I was meeting some friends from school for
lunch and a movie.

I walked around a bit trying to figure out which one of these guys is
'John', the guy I am meeting. John is like the nicest guy in the chat room,
he is sweet and funny, I can't wait to meet him. He told me to sit by the
fireplace and I told him I'd have on a West Fargo Packers shirt and a NDSU
hat. I am sitting there eating some fries when this old guy comes up to me,
'Ryan?' he asks. That was the name on FargoBoiToi14's profile, I didn't
want to use my own since Evan was on FargoDiver and Evan isn't a real
common name. I should have lied and said no, but he caught me so off guard
I didn't have time to lie. 'Yeah' was all I could say. 'I'm John.' How can
he be John? He has to be older than my father? I guess I never really asked
how old he was. I was really uncomfortable, but I didn't know what to
do. 'You are even cuter than your pictures Ryan, you really are remarkably
beautiful.' I blushed and said thanks. The more we talked the more
comfortable I got, John really was a nice guy, he didn't talk about sex at
all, seemed interested in everything about me and listened to every word I
said. We talked for like an hour that first time and then John said he had
to go, but that he had really enjoyed meeting me. I agreed to meet him
again the next Saturday.

This went on for three weeks, I'd talk to John all week long on AOL and
then I started looking forward to seeing him on the weekends. He finally
told me his age, which was 42 so he was older than my father. I figured
John was about 6' 1", 165, and in really good shape. He was good looking
for a guy his age. The time we spent at the mall got longer and longer and
I found myself getting bummed out when I knew it was getting to be time for
John to go. He was becoming my best friend almost, but I feel guilty I
haven't told him my name is Evan yet.

I met him at the usual time one Saturday and John asked me how long did I
have to hang out. I told him my mom wasn't picking me up until 4PM. He
asked me if I was tired of the mall, did I want to go someplace else? I
said sure, so we went out to his car, he made sure I belted in, that was
cool and we went for a drive. I wasn't sure where we were going, I didn't
care, hanging with John was cool. We actually went down to the park on the
Red River and talked, skipped stones over into Minnesota and just
goofed. Time flew buy and before I knew it he was dropping me at the
mall. John went to shake my hand goodbye like he usually did, but instead I
gave him a big hug.

The next three Saturdays we did pretty much the same thing. The fourth
Saturday John asked if I minded if we stopped by his house, he forgot to
let his dog out. We went to his house up near the university, his black lab
greeting us when we went in. It was a pretty cool place, it had a giant TV
in the living room with lots of books and DVDs and stuff and the backyard
was huge, pretty private, with a huge fence around it and a hot tub right
next to the house. John threw a tennis ball for Oly (his dog's name) a few
times. Oly brought the ball back to me so I grabbed and threw it for him
and he kept coming back to me. John was laughing watching us and said he'd
be right back. He went in a sliding glass door next to the hot tub and came
back out with a camera. He snapped a few pics and Oly and I playing
ball. Then he had Oly pose with me, then he had me pose by myself. He told
me as he snapped the photos what a natural I was, I should consider being a
model. I know I blushed, but I still liked hearing it. He asked me if I
wanted something to drink, I said sure and we went back into the house, he
got me a diet Coke and we sat down on the couch in the living room. There
was an empty video game holder where I sat, it was Total Annihilation, the
hottest game out! I asked if we could play some so we did, we played for
almost an hour, I didn't know where the time went. He took me back to the
mall and said I'd have to go back to his place soon because he was getting
Blade Runner. I knew then I'd be back there the next week.

So when I met him at the mall the next Saturday I begged to let us go back
to his place and play Blade Runner and he finally relented. We played Blade
Runner for two hours and I was actually getting sore and stiff. John saw my
discomfort and asked if I was sore, I said yeah so he asked I wanted him to
massage my back. I said sure, I mean I had been hanging with John for two
months now and sex and stuff had never come up so I trusted him. He told me
to take off my shirt and lay face down on the floor. He sat on top of me
and worked strong hands over my shoulders and down my back. Damn if it
didn't feel great. He massaged my back for about twenty minutes and I was
in heaven. He complimented me on how great my body was, how hard my muscles
were and stuff like that. When he got to my lower back, his thumbs when
just inside my boxers, but it wasn't a anything, they weren't there long
and they never touched my butt so what was the big deal? When John finished
he asked if he could take my pic again, I blushed, but said yeah why
not. He took and 20 pictures of me shirtless from all kinds of angles and
again told me I ought to be a professional. 'Ready to head back kiddo' he
asked. I said, 'yeah it's about time.'

The following Saturday we hadn't been playing videos games all that long
when he asked if I was ready for my massage. I thought why not, it felt
pretty great last week, so I took off my shirt and lay on the floor. He got
on top like last week and then I felt something cold hit my back, I jerked
a little and John laughed, 'easy tiger it is just oil so my hands slide
easier'. And his hands did slide easier, it felt sooooo good. The thumbs
got just inside my boxers again and maybe they were there a bit longer and
went a little further in. 'Unsnap your top button Ryan' John told me. I
still hadn't told him my real name yet. I hesitated a little, but it was
just the top button, he didn't say take off your pants, so I rolled a bit
and undid the button. John continued to massage my lower back, but now the
thumbs didn't leave the top of my boxers and more of the hand started
slipping inside of my boxers. On some level it bothered me, but I was a 13
year old boy with a constant hard on so mostly it felt good and excited
me. Now John had his whole hands inside my boxers and he was massaging the
top of my cheeks. He also had pushed my boxers and jeans a lot lower, my
butt was close to being exposed. 'Ryan, undo a couple more snaps.' I
did. 'Now lift your hips.' I did. John slid my boxers and jeans not just
off my butt, but pulled them all the way off. I was laying completely naked
on John's floor. 'Sweet Mother of Mercy you have the greatest butt ever
Ryan.' John said very quietly. I was thrilled, scared, horny, confused and
horny. I know I said horny twice, I was 13, remember. John massaged my ass
and it felt awesome, He spread my cheeks and ran fingers gently over my
hole. It felt so nice and I shuddered when he touched my hole. 'Roll over
Ry.' He said quietly. What could I do? I had really come too far to say
no. Even if I did say no, I was still naked and pretty vulnerable, if I
said no would he accept it? I rolled onto my back. 'Great Mother Mary and
Joseph Ryan what a cock you have! It's a fucking monster, that has to be 8"
at least.'

I blushed and was pleased; at least one person from the chat room knew the
truth now I thought. John played with my cock very gently. He was the first
guy to ever touch me there. I was leaking pre-cum all over the place. John
took his fingers and spread the pre-cum over my head and down the shaft. It
felt so much better than when I did it. I closed my eyes and let him stroke
me. Then it felt suddenly all different, warm and moist. I opened my eyes
and John was sucking me, he was fucking sucking me. He did things with his
tongue I didn't think possible and I blew a huge load in his mouth in less
than a minute. He sucked me so dry it was hurting. He grabbed his camera
off the couch and started snapping my picture. I noticed he didn't ask this
time. He posed me in a variety of ways including with my legs in the air on
my back with my cheeks spread showing off my hole. I actually got horny
again from the picture taking and when I got hard John snapped some more
pictures highlighting my cock. He took some pics of him holding my cock and
then had me snap some pics with my cock in his mouth. He started sucking me
again and this time I lasted 15 minutes before shooting. It was getting
late so I told John I should get going. I was slightly embarrassed as I was
getting dressed and the reality of the day was hitting me. I felt very
betrayed by John, I trusted him, but I also really loved the massage and
the blow jobs. I wasn't sure what I was going to do about our
friendship. John dropped me at the mall and said, 'see ya next week Ryan?'
As I got out of the car I turned and said flatly, 'My name is Evan.'

John spent the next week on AOL apologizing and kissing my ass, telling me
he was so sorry he got carried away like that, but I was the most beautiful
boy he had ever seen. I was still mad, but my ego was also puffing up. He
asked why I lied about my name and I told him I was FargoDiver that
everyone laughed at in the room. 'Well I guess you had the last laugh' he
typed. That made me smile. He begged me to see him again, he promised no
funny business. I agreed to see him because I felt like I was back in
control. We got to his house and were playing some video games when the
phone rang. He answered his on his cordless phone and then said 'hey, I'm
gonna take this in the bedroom, you can watch some TV while I'm, it'll be a
few minutes.' I turned on the TV and it was in DVD mode, the title said it
was Frisky Summer, so I hit play. It was about halfway through the movie
and what jumped on the screen was about the cutest blonde boy I had ever
seen in my life, naked and on his back and getting fucked hard and loving
it by an equally cute blonde. I was mesmerized, I had never seen a gay
video before, I had seen pictures, but nothing like this. I couldn't
believe the guy on bottom was taking that huge dick and seemed to be loving
it. I was so enthralled I didn't even hear John come in the room. 'Oh
sorry' he said, 'I forgot that was in there.' He sat on the couch next to
me. 'Fuck, how can he take that dick' I croaked. 'Assholes are very
flexible Evan as you'll find out when you start topping guys.' 'Really? You
think I'll be topping guys?'

'Hell Evan I bet you could fuck any bottom in Fargo you wanted with your
monster.' I asked him what it was like to get fucked and he told me it was
awesome once you got used to it. I watched some more and then I noticed
John had undone his pants and had his hand inside his jockeys jacking
himself. I figured if he could I could too so I unsnapped and unzipped and
reached inside my boxers. I was leaking big time already. After a couple of
minutes John slid his pants and jockeys off I was transfixed by his
cock. He was big and thick and hairy, not as long as me but twice as
thick. He told me I could feel it so I did. It was the first cock I'd ever
touched. It felt like a live wild animal. I slid off my pants too and John
started to jack me while I jacked him. He went down to suck me so I laid
back to enjoy it. After a couple of minutes he slid me forward and lifted
my legs. I couldn't believe it when I felt his tongue on and then in my
hole. It was an amazing feeling, then he grabbed bottle off the floor, it
was lube. He spread it in his fingers, on my hole and then plunged a finger
in me. It was a searing pain and I winched, but John told to relax, I'd get
used to it. After a minute or so it did feel better and he was finger
fucking me pretty hard. My eyes were closed as he did this so when he
removed his finger, I wasn't thinking about what might happen next, so it
was a total shock when his cock entered me with great pain. I tried to sit
up but John pushed me back down and told me to relax and wait, it would get
better. I tried to ignore the pain and it did lessen, he asked if it was
better and when I said yes, he started to pump, slowly at first, but he
picked up speed. I told him it hurt, but he said I'd get used to it. He
fucked me hard for about 15 minutes before blowing this huge load in me. I
could actually feel his cum in my ass.

I felt cheap, used and dirty, but I also thought it was about what I
deserved for being so stupid and vain to let myself into this. John drove
me back to the mall. We didn't talk a lot on the way back. When he dropped
me off at the mall he told me he loved me and I was the greatest boy
ever. So why didn't I feel great?

I pretty much ignored him the following week online, he kept IM'ing me
begging me to talk to him, telling me he was sorry for what happened, he
thought I'd like it and he promised we'd never do anything again I didn't
want to. I still didn't respond to him. But I did go to the mall just like
I had every Saturday for the last two months. I am not sure why other than
I was maybe curious, maybe horny; as the week had worn on I thought more
about Frisky Summer and jacked off thinking about the big blonde star and
me fucking him or him fucking me. Whatever. I showed up to the mall and a
little after noon I saw John and he saw me of course. He came over and sat
across me and apologized in person, his eyes teared up so I guess he was
sincere. Don't ask me why, but I agreed to go back to his place. I guess I
know why, I thought of it a lot since then, I really wanted to see more of
that blonde from Frisky Summer. When we got to his place he asked if I
wanted to play video games and I said no, I wanted to see Frisky Summer the
beginning. He smiled a little and put in the DVD. It was an awesome vid. I
was hard in the first 5 minutes and in love with the star. I guessing I was
unconsciously rubbing my cock in my jeans because John handed me a bottle
of Wet. In for a penny, in for a pound, I undid my jeans, pulled them and
my boxers down to my knees, lubed myself up and started stroking. John took
off his sweats and jockeys, but he didn't jack himself, he took out his
camera and started snapping pics of me. I was too horned up to care. I
stroked for about 40 minutes and finally came, John snapping pics and
taking videos of me the whole time. I felt a little guilty when I came but
was glad he hadn't touched me. Then we played some video games until about
3 and he took me back to the mall. 'See ya next week Evan.' I nodded and
said 'yeah ok.'

For two weeks in a row that was the routine, we'd watch Frisky Summer, I'd
jack, he'd take pictures and videos and then we'd play video games. The
third week he said he had a surprise for me. When we got to his house he
showed me a DVD case, Frisky Summer II. I was thrilled, I was going to see
more of the hot blonde and his friends. As John was putting the DVD in I
heard someone use the back bathroom. I looked at John and he told me he had
a friend staying with him, but he was cool and wouldn't bother us. I didn't
care, I wanted to see more of the hot blonde. I got so hot watching the DVD
I didn't really care when John took over the stroking for me. I guess I
hadn't noticed he didn't have his camera today. He went from stroking me to
sucking me, from sucking me to licking my hole and then banging me, I guess
I knew where it was leading, but I had been thinking a lot about fucking
again so maybe I didn't care. It did hurt when his big cock entered me, but
not as much as the first time. He kept telling me how hot I was and what a
good boy I was. John had been fucking me for about 10 minutes when I first
noticed his 'guest'. He was filming us. I guess the shock and horror showed
on my face because John told me to ignore him and just enjoy. I tried, but
all the worthless dirty feelings rushed back. John came in me again, but I
couldn't cum, I had gone soft.

I met his friend, now; his name was Clyde, he looked late 30's and maybe,
5' 9", 145 pounds or so. He wasn't bad looking for an old guy. He was only
wearing boxers and he had the remnants of a boner. He told me that was the
hottest sex he had ever seen and I was the hottest, biggest dicked boy he'd
ever seen in his life. It was kind of hot that he liked it, but it also
made me feel even dirtier.

When I came back the following week Clyde was there again. He was drinking
a beer and he offered me one. I said sure. Well three beers later Clyde,
John and I were naked in the hot tub. I don't know if it was the hot water,
the beers or what but I hardly minded at all when John started giving me a
hand job under water. Then he made me sit on the edge of the hot tub while
he gave me a blow job and then he turned me around to rim me. Being drunk,
it hardly hurt at all when his dick entered me, or maybe I was getting used
to it by now. I had my eyes closed while he fucked me, he pulled out for a
minute and then went back in, he really didn't hurt this time and in fact
for the first time ever it actually felt good. I heard Clyde get out of the
hot tub and go in John's bedroom through the sliding glass door. I opened
my eyes a little and I was really confused to see John outside the hot tub
filming me getting fucked, I looked behind and it was Clyde fucking me with
his eyes closed, but since I was drunk and it felt good I let it go on, in
fact I joined in jacking my cock that was suddenly as hard as a rock. Clyde
and I came at the same time and it was pretty cool I remember thinking. We
all went into John's bedroom and 20 minutes later I was on top fucking
Clyde who was on his back with his legs on my shoulders. It was my first
time ever fucking a guy and Clyde's talking made me feel like the best,
hottest top ever.

This new routine became the norm for about a month, Clyde, John and me
taking turns fucking each other. I still wasn't wild about John, but I felt
I had to go through him to get to Clyde who seemed nicer and took more time
to be sure I wasn't hurting. This might have gone on all four years of high
school except for one day after swim practice one of my team mates, Riley
quietly said to me, 'damn Evan, you have the biggest fucking erection I've
ever seen, do you think we could fool around sometime?'. I froze and asked
him what he was talking about. He said he saw the pictures of me on a web
site, Boys Self Pics and asked, didn't I post them? I was in a panic the
whole time going home. I got into my room and went to the site and there
they were, the naked pics of me, pics of John fucking me, me fucking Clyde,
Clyde fucking me, I was horrified. I didn't sleep for a week and everyone
noticed and thought I was sick or something. I couldn't eat either. Finally
it got so bad, I was thinking my only way out was to kill myself. Luckily
before I could figure out how to do that, Coach Erich pulled me in his
office and asked me what was going on with me and the whole story tumbled
out. By the time I was finished I was sobbing, but I felt better not to be
carrying the burden on my own. He told me he would check out the site and
then call me later.

About an hour later my mom called me downstairs and said Coach Erich was
here to see me. He took me into my dad's study and said we had to tell my
parents and then we'd have to call the police. I begged him not to do
either, but he said he had to, but not to worry, he'd be there every step
of the way and he knew my parents well, he knew they'd be there for me
too. So then we told my parents the story and my life changed forever.

My father took me to the police, I told my story to a detective. He asked
me to write out everything I could including John's email address and
screen name. They arrested John that afternoon and Clyde the next
day. Clyde confessed right away, but John hired a top lawyer and held his
mouth. The story hit the papers and the local news, they didn't use my name
of course, but it got around school pretty quick who it was life was hell
for a while, but like Erich said, he was there for me and he was right, my
parents couldn't have been better. The trial was hell on me, the defense
lawyer made me seem like I was the instigator and said I could have quit
anytime if I didn't like what was happening. About the only good thing to
come out of all of it was that on John's computer they found pics of about
15 other guys ages 11-14 that John had been fucking and two who were 12 and
13 that John had naked pics of, but hadn't fucked yet. So maybe I saved
some kids some pain. Clyde for his part got three years in prison and John,
with all the other charges involving the other kids got 25-35 years. I
wouldn't see him for a long, long time if ever again.

The other good part was it got me my first gay friend, Riley. At first
because of all the publicity Riley laid low, but when all my swim friends
rallied to me he was able to pal around with me without any one noticing
our changed relationship. We didn't hook up, well at least not that year,
because my sexual desire was pretty flat through the trail and that whole
waiting for trial time frame.

That is my story."

"Wow Ev, I don't know what to say," was all I could come up with
initially. "I am sorry you had to go through all that."

I move out of my chair and go to Evan, who is on the couch, he stands and I
give him a big hug. We are quiet for about 15 seconds and I release the hug
and sit back on the couch with him.

"It's ok Matt, I'm actually pretty happy right now, I am happy I told
someone my story, you can't imagine how hard it is when you have secrets
and no one to talk to about them and I also happy I finally told someone in
the house that I am gay. I probably won't tell anyone else for a while, but
I felt I had to tell someone and especially since I may be living in
Cheyenne and there is someone here I have my eye on.

Oh God, I hope it isn't Marco he has his eye on. I am looking forward to a
great summer with Marco and see where this relationship heads. I do feel
bad now for my catty comments to Marco and for the search I did.

"We better get going to pick up Marco, Evan."

"You won't tell Marco any of this?"

"Evan, I'll never tell anyone any of this. If nothing else I am very tight
lipped on confidences."

"Thanks Matt, I appreciate that. I knew you would be, I just wanted to make
sure."


Evan's Story


I pull my '98 Blazer out of the SAE parking lot and head for I-80 and the
trip down to Cheyenne. I have an interview with the City of Cheyenne for an
internship in the Planning Department and I reflect on why I applied for it
when I know Professor Wright said he could help me get a job in Laramie for
the summer with the city. I think it is because I want to try and pursue
more things with Marco I just don't know if Marco wants to pursue things
with me.

Yes we had an amazing encounter down in Denver a few months back, but was
it just a fun time for him or does he feel something for me? He has been
pretty honest that there is someone he likes in Cheyenne and also pretty
honest that there is another guy that is like his best friend, but also a
sex partner too. He doesn't quite think he has an exclusive boyfriend, but
he was hoping to figure that out this summer.

So yeah, rather than drive home I decide to spend the night and maybe the
weekend and see if I can't get some time with Marco. I am going to stay at
Matt Kendrick's place, he is the one who introduced us and I am pretty sure
he has picked up on me being gay and I am also pretty sure he knows Marco
and I are connected, I don't know if he knows just how, but seeing him in
the lobby at the hotel in Denver really unnerved me, I felt guilty like I
had been caught, but he couldn't have known for sure. Anyway, I decide if I
am going to pursue Marco, I need him in my corner so I am going to tell him
my story; my ugly, ugly story. I hope he doesn't reject me; I've never
really talked with anyone about it outside my family and therapist. Yeah I
told Coach, the police and the lawyers, but that was just the facts and
they along with my family, kinda had to accept everything, Matt doesn't. He
can kick me down the road if he wants.

The interview was good, too good; I think I have a big decision to make in
a few days. How things go with Matt and Marco this weekend are key to what
I decide.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

I get to Matt's and my stomach is churning, I need some liquid
courage. Matt gives me a big glass of wine, either he knows I have
something big to share and I am scared or he thinks the interview is rough,
but whatever, it will help.

I launch into my story and I gage Matt for reactions, I don't pull any
punches or sugar coat what I did and why and what happened to me as a
result. As I finish with 'that's my story' I get Matt's reaction, he looks
sad, he tells me he is sorry it happened and he comes and gives me a big,
long hug. That is pretty cool, a lot of guys might feel bad for me, but not
a lot would want to hug me I think.

"We better get going to pick up Marco, Evan." Matt says.

I nod and ask, "You won't tell Marco any of this?"

"Evan, I'll never tell anyone any of this. If nothing else I am very tight
lipped on confidences."

Cool, I didn't think he would, but you never know with people.


Matt's Story


We picked up Marco from baseball practice. Damn he looked cute in his
baseball uniform.

"Hi Coach," he greeted me with a wink only I could see. "Hi Evan, nice to
see you again," he said cooly to Evan as he shook his hand in a very
businesslike way. Where was hyper, happy Marco? Who was this sedate
character?

I grabbed Marco's overnight bag, Marco grabbed his baseball bag and we
headed to my Ford Explorer. I threw the gear in the back and Marco climbed
in the front seat beside me with Evan behind him. Effusive Marco quickly
reemerged.

"Oh my God Ev, it so cool to see you!"

"Ha, I was wondering from that firm handshake you gave me."

"Geeze, did you want me to squeal like girl and jump into your arms in
front of my team?"

"Oh, I guess not."

I shoot Marco a warning glance. He forgets that Evan knows he is gay, but
Evan doesn't know I know Marco is gay and Evan sure as hell doesn't know I
am gay, bi, or whatever I decide I am and that Marco and I are lovers, at
least I assume he doesn't know since Marco hasn't told him. Marco gets it
as he shifts the topic to Evans interview.

"Hey Evan, how was the job interview? If you get the job where are you
going to live?"

"The interview went great I think and my friend Darcrea from the swim team
lives here now and said I could live with her for the summer."

So he doesn't want to live with me, that is good, it makes things with
Marco a bit less complicated. We pulled into my complex and I carried
Marco's gear into my bedroom and told him he could use my bathroom to
shower. I joined Evan in the living room and put on TBS, they are doing a
Law & Order mini-marathon and it is like my favorite show. Marco called to
me from the bedroom saying he needed me. I walked through the dark bedroom;
he wasn't there, so I went into the bathroom. He was standing there in a
grin and a jock strap with a cup. Now normally I am not a guy who thinks
guys in jock straps are hot, but c'mon, cute, naked 15 year old Marco with
his shit eating grin and dimples. I melted.

"Oh you little slut." I giggled.

Marco giggled back, "kiss me."

"But Evan is...."

"Kiss me." He interrupted me.

What could I do? I kissed him. And what a passionate kiss it was. His
tongue sought mine and found it. I ran my hands down his naked back to his
uncovered buns and fondled them a bit while I snapped the straps on his
bare butt, he groaned a little through the kiss. He smelled delicious. It
was an interesting mix of aromas; the scent young man who has worked out
hard, the remnants of his deodorant, the lingering of his cologne on his
neck. It was a heady, erotic mix and I was hard as a rock with Marco
fondling me through my jeans. I unsnapped the cup holder and pulled on the
hard plastic protector. I could now feel his very had cock inside the pouch
of his jock. It was hot. I slipped my hand inside his pouch and felt the
beast inside. It was eager and waiting. I tugged it a few times and Marco
sighed inside the kiss. I didn't pull it out though. I had other plans. I
slid down Marco, kiss, biting and licking as I went down. I stopped
momentarily at his erect nipples, but quickly slid all the way down to my
knees. I slid my hands up underneath the straps of the jock and cradled his
sweet cheeks. I buried my nose in his crotch and got it under the edge of
the pouch, I intended to get my mouth on his cock without ever having to
use my hands to pull it out. After 30 seconds of fun trying, I figured out
I didn't have the time for that, so I pulled my right hand out from the
jock and pulled Marco's cock out and down into my waiting mouth. I was
conscious of Evan in the other room so I decided to show Marco no mercy. I
went right to work with my best techniques that I knew drove him nuts.

"No Matt, not yet," he pleaded quietly.

I ignored him and my tongue explored all those areas I knew got him off the
most; up the slit, around the head and right along the rim.

"Oh fuck," he gasped as he started to cum.

He caught me off guard so the first shoot his me on my cheek, but I quickly
covered and sucked up every squirt after that. I worked it so hard his
knees buckled a bit.

"Ah Matt, I didn't want to cum that quick, but damn was it intense."

"Evan is out there wondering what we are doing. I am not ready to have him
know yet. Are you?"

"Nooo." He said in that 'I know you are right' way, "but still."

"We have all night babe and all tomorrow night. Now jump in the shower." I
slapped his ass hard and grinned.

He gave me an "oo-la-la" look and turned on the shower, checked the
temperature and stepped in.

"Sorry, Marco wanted to know how to store his weight in my digital scale,
he is obsessed about getting bigger."

"He is plenty big already!" Evan blurted out.

I of course knew what he meant, but he didn't know I knew. This was a weird
triangular game.

"Pardon?" I said innocently.

Evan realizing what he had said quickly moved to cover, "Er I mean he isn't
exactly small. You know compared to his peers."

I can't resist a bit of double entandre, "Well yeah, I guess he is bigger
than most of his peers."

Marco appears ten minutes later fully dressed, hair still damp and his
bouncy personality bouncing all over.

"I could eat a damn moose, what's for dinner?"

"I thought we'd go to Old Chicago?" my voice raising in the end as a
question.

"I can't drink if we go there! Neither can Evan! Can't we get it to go?"

Evan's story still weighs on my mind. "Marco, you shouldn't be drinking"

"C'mon Sister Downer, even my mom knows I am going to drink, she told me no
more than two beers tonight which means I can have three!"

I look at Evan for guidance or support.

"If Marco is having three and I am having three we'll need more than a six
pack."

"Gee thanks for the morally correct support Satan Jr., fine, Marco call Old
Chicago and order a Double Deckeroni, a Chicago Seven a couple of House
Salads and Antipastos. Evan and I will head to the liquor store and swing
by Old Chicago to pick up. Do we want DVD's for tonight too?"

"Oh yeah, there is a new Terminator 2 DVD out, get that and Fight Club!"

"Anything else Master?"

"Naw, that will do you're dismissed." Lord Marco looks at me in mock
distain before giggling.

Now this could be an interesting night, two buzzed, hot gay boys in my
apartment.

Marco has money from his parents to pay for dinner tonight and tomorrow
night, they really don't have to do this, but they always do, they have
been great to me and so have the Burroughs. Both families have me to
dinner, family events, Sunday brunches, taken me to their churches, just
made me feel like a family member in every way possible, I wonder what will
happen if one day Marco and I wind up a couple.

End of Chapter Eleven