Date: Sat, 18 Jun 2022 19:35:45 +0000 (UTC) From: Jonathan Subject: Instant Family - Chapter One This is a story about a teenage boy, Toby, who was handed over to his father's best friend, Ronnie. The boy's mother was going to jail for DUI and his father was leaving town for a year or so to get his life back in order. The story is written from the friends point of view and tells of the changes that take place in both their lives as a result of this arrangement. WARNING: This story is for adult men. It contains a graphic and fictional depiction of sex between adult and youth males. If sexual activity between consenting males is illegal where you are, or you find this material offensive or if you are under legal age, do not go any further and do not read this story. The characters are fictional and do not represent any real person, living or dead or any real events or happenings. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except to the website to which it has been posted, without consent of the author. Your comments or suggestions are always welcome. Please direct them to Jonathan Perkins at tryitlikeit27@yahoo.com. Your feedback is important to me. All of us enjoy the stories posted here so please support Nifty. I appreciate you reading my stories and Nifty appreciates your support. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html INSTANT FAMILY Life is good these days. I graduated college tops in my class with a degree in architecture, moved to New York City and got a job at a small start up firm. I bought in as a partner, the firm grew and I was making a boatload of money. I was dating a hot blond and we were planning on getting married. But I was getting tired of city life and expressed an interest in moving back to my hometown in Vermont. She wanted no part of small town America so we broke off our engagement. I sold my partnership and high tailed it out of the city. Yes folks, Ronnie McPherson was headed home. I returned to Essex Junction, my hometown, with a great resume and a huge bank account. I bought up a proposed housing development that a friend from high school was struggling to get off the ground. He had planned for 10 houses to be built but the town found wetlands and would only allow him to build 4. I built 2 houses out on the frontage and kept the rest of the property for myself, building my house at the very end of the road he had put in. I had the wetlands put into a conservation trust and between the 2 houses that were built and the tax breaks on the conservation land the whole deal cost me next to nothing. Essex Junction is the wealthiest town in Vermont and is only 10 miles from Burlington, the largest city in the state. I set up an office in my house and went about advertising for clients. I joined an after hours group for independent business owners that was popular with interior designers and builders. Many of the interior designers were women and it made for some great connections, business wise and on a personal level as well. Many of the ladies were so busy with their businesses that they didn't have time for the normal dating routine. Along comes a rich architect (me), and the occasional hook up after the meeting became a regular thing with the flavor of the month. No hassles, no commitments, no entanglements; just hot sweaty sex. I reconnected with some of my old friends from high school. Most of the guys that I played football with had moved out of town or out of state. But there were enough familiar faces to enjoy a beer with on a Friday night. My best friend in school, Brian Hanson, was still in town. He had gotten his girlfriend pregnant and got married before our senior year was over. Brian was a very quiet type, a good friend, but not very sociable or outgoing. His wife was a real party girl and had become a serious alcoholic since high school. Their son, Toby, was a good- looking young man who was the opposite of his father. He was very gregarious, always in the middle of a group of friends. He was on the football team and was a star player. I would go to Toby's practices when ever possible and always attended his games on Saturday with his dad. I'd spring for pizzas and sodas after the game for Toby and his friends on the team. Which usually meant almost all of the team. Brian would sit at the end of the table and just smile at the good times we were all having but seldom join in. Occasionally Toby and a few of the team would stay at my house Saturday night and let down after the game. I enjoyed their company and the boy's comradely. Life is good at thirty eight years old. I've been back in town almost two years and my business is doing well, my sex life is great and I'm reliving my high school football years vicariously through Toby. But little did I know that would all change quite suddenly. Brian called me on a Thursday night and asked if I could meet him Friday morning at his lawyer's office. Josh was a fellow high school grad and the local go to lawyer to get things done. When I met Brian he went on about what good friend I was and how much Toby liked and admired me and enjoyed staying at my house on weekends. I felt I was getting buttered up for something but not sure what. We met at the lawyer's office at 10:00 Friday morning. Josh had helped me with the acquisition of my property when I first came back to town. There was a somber feeling in the room this time. Brian started to speak but then stopped short and let out a long deep sigh. Josh took over the conversation. "Brian's wife Marion has been in another drunk driving accident. This time someone was injured, not seriously, but enough that this being her 6th OUI in two years and the accident with injuries, the courts are not going to be lenient with her anymore." Josh began. "I should hope they wouldn't, no offense Brian," I commented. "None taken. I knew this was gong to happen someday so Josh and I have been preparing a contingency plan to deal with this. I just hope you'll agree to go along with your part in this." "You know I'd be glad to help you out, Brian. Just tell me what I have to do, although I'm not sure how I can be of any help with legal problems. If it's money, you know I dig deep for you." "No, nothing that simple," Brian replied then looked to Josh. "Well, Ronnie, I have made a deal with the injured party not to sue and they are willing to accept a small cash settlement and repairs or replacement of their car. I have entered a plea agreement with the courts for Marion to serve 5 - 7 years on the drunk driving charges." Josh explained "Ok, sounds like you have everything arranged. So where do I come in?" "This is where is gets complicated. Brian is fed up with everything going on here. He feels he has miserably failed as a husband and a father." Brian hung his head and began to whimper. "We have written up papers to have Marion sign over her share in the house and custody of Toby to Brian. He in turn in signing the entire house over to be held in trust for Toby until he turns 21." "Ok, so I still don't see where I come in?" "Here is where Brian and I hope you are as good a friend as you say you are. Brian needs to get away from this town for a while so he can get his life back together. He has already caused Toby enough pain and suffering with his home life and doesn't want to uproot him and drag him away from his friends and his life here in Essex. Brian would like to sign custody of Toby over to you and have him stay with you until he can back on his feet. You will be named as trustee for the house and the cash that Brian has put away for him." "Oh my God, Brian! You want to give away your son?!? What will this do to Toby? " "I know, Ronnie, it's a lot to ask. But he adores you and talks about you non-stop. When he looks as me he has shame and pity in his look, knowing what I've put up with from Marion and not doing anything about it. He revels in the weekends he can spend with you at your house. I'm sure he would be much happier with you than being dragged out of town with his loser father. Once I can get my self-steam back and back on my feet, I'll be back and then we can see where things go. For Toby's sake, I hope you can see your way to do this for me." "How long will you be gone?" "I'm not sure. Maybe a few months, maybe as long as a year. Josh will have a way to contact me if it's absolutely necessary. But other than that, you will have full custody and authority over his health and well being. Josh and I have set up a joint account for you and Toby with $50,000 in it for expenses. And the house is his to do with as he sees fit. Rent it, sell it or just leave it sit there." "There is no need to leave any money, I won't need it. It will stay in the account for his college fund. The house, I have no idea. But Toby? You can't just desert you child when he is also losing his mother." "He'll be glad she is gone from his life. And probably just as glad I'm gone as well." "Ronnie, I don't want to put any pressure on you, but Brian and I need your answer so we can get Marion to sign all the papers before she realizes what is happening. She already understands she is going to jail and signing the house over to Brian to protect it from a lawsuit. She doesn't know about my deal with the victims or the eventual custody agreement with you." "I understand. How long before you need my answer?" This whole thing had broadsided me and I needed some time to think it through and digest it all. "Brian and I are going out of the room for a few minutes to leave you alone with your thoughts. We'll need you answer when we return." "Geez, no pressure at all, is there?" A million questions as I tried to wrap my head around this. I'm sure Josh would protect me if Marion came back on me for anything. Brian was my best friend and I always felt bad for the situation he was in. And Toby? Oh my god, Toby! He is a great kid and he and I get along fabulously. A few times I told him I was going to bring his father to his game and he just shrugged his shoulders and said "Whatever." But if I missed a game he would be all over me why I wasn't there and what was more important than his game. If this didn't work out, Josh would know how to contact Brian and get him to come back to his son. It certainly was not an ideal situation but maybe the best to give Toby some stability in his life. And I could use the company. That big house was starting to get lonesome sometimes. Josh and Brian returned to the office. "Ok you two snake oil salesmen, I'll go along with this for Toby's sake. Where do I sign?" Josh called in his secretary to witness and notarize everything. I signed every piece of paper he shoved in front of me until I had writer's cramp. "Ok, it's all settled. I'll file these papers this afternoon with the appropriate agencies and it a done deal." "Brian, what does Toby think of all this? Is he ok with it? " "Yeah, that's the one part we neglected to tell you. We haven't told Toby about this yet. We're leaving that up to you when you pick him up from school today." "WHAT?!? You cant' do that to him. He needs to have a say in how his life is being managed!" "Actually, no. He is still a minor child and you have complete custody now. You are in control of his life. Do a good job." Josh smiled as he collected the papers that I just signed. Holy hell! How am I going to tell this sweet you man his family is gone, not by some act of God or horrible accident but by their own choice. This will devastate him. And me as well for having to tell him. I hope he doesn't hate me for this. I picked Toby up after school and we headed back towards his house. "Your father wants you to stay with me this weekend, if that's ok with you? We can stop at your house and get some fresh clothes and whatever else you'll need." "Ok, heck yes, You know I like staying at your house better than at home listening to my parents fighting because my Mom is drunk again and Dad leaving to go back to work to get away from all her shit. Staying at your house with you is like a damn vacation. You're what an adult should be. They're fucking assholes!" He looked at me with a look of despair on his face. "Hey, watch your mouth!" I scolded him. "Yeah, sorry but it just makes me so mad the way they act. I'm supposed to be the kid and they're supposed to be the grownups." A tear welled up in the corner of my eye as I thought about how miserable Toby's home life was. And how he looked up to me, the guy who had to tell him his family abandoned him. He would hate me as well and then have no one to turn to. We arrived in front of his house and he sat in the car just looking at it with a sad look on his face. Did he have an idea of what was happening? Was this his last look at his childhood home? The house of horrors that he lived through? "Get going and get some clothes. You want me to come in with you?" "No, I'm fine." He went in the house and came out a few minutes later with a large trash bag filled with fresh clothes, electronics and anything else he needed for the weekend. The boy did not pack light. We stopped and got a pizza on the way home and watched TV until it was time for bed. He had a light practice in the morning before the game against their big school rival Saturday afternoon so I wanted him in bed early. I still didn't know how or when I was going to tell him. I chickened out and decided to wait until the morning. I was tossing and turning all night and didn't get much sleep worrying about how I would break the news to Toby in the morning. Toby was having a good night's sleep in the guestroom where he usually stayed when he slept over. We both overslept in the morning. No time to even make coffee so we grabbed a juice and a muffin and headed to the practice field. I was hoping to have some time when we got there but his friends saw my car and came running up to greet Toby. He jumped out and sprinted off, yelling back over his shoulder, "See you at the game this afternoon." I know I couldn't tell him before the game now. It would devastate him and his team was counting on him giving 110% to win today's big game. I stopped at my favorite diner on the way home to get some breakfast. I barely touched my food and left for home. I went back to the athletic field at 1:00 for the game. It was just like I remembered when I was in high school. The rivalry, the smack talk between the parents of the two teams, the look of determination on the faces of the players. For a brief moment I was jacked, just like the boys, gladiators entering the arena for a fight to the death, or at least the death of their title chances. My adrenaline was flowing, my blood was pumping and I stood and cheered louder than anyone in the stands when our team took the field. Toby quickly scanned the stands until he saw me in my familiar seat at mid field. He smiled a huge smile and gave me a thumbs up and then punched the air. It was electric! But then it hit me like the opponents left tackle. He would never be this happy again after I gave him the news. I sat down and the game proceeded to be a one sided contest, our guys getting beaten by 3 touchdowns. Toby played well and made some great plays but the other team just plain out played us. It happens. I waited for the boys to come out of the gym after showers and to a one, they all hung they heads like they had something to be ashamed of. I got out of my car and went over to them before they could disperse. "You boys played a hard fought game today. You have nothing to be ashamed of at all. You got beat, but you got beat fair and square. And on the field of battle there is always a winner and a loser. You have had your share of wins but today was not to be. But you gave every ounce of your fight and that's all that matters in the end. Be proud of your performance. You can be disappointed but not ashamed of the outcome." I'm sure their coach told them something similar but for some reason coming from me it made them stop and think. They started retelling each other's best plays. "Barry, remember sacking the QB and setting him on his ass so hard the ground shook?" "Yeah, and Phil, remember that interception that saved a touchdown." "And Toby, how the hell did you manage that one handed catch for the first down in the third quarter?" "Just a nice throw from Tom, that's all" The boys all started laughing and slapping themselves on the back and dispersed to go to their rides. "Ronnie, you always know just what to say to make everything alright. I'm so glad you're here today." And in front of all his teammates he ran up to me and have me a big hug. His teammates saw it and they all clapped and cheered. Toby's face turned red and he waved then jogged to my car. We got home and I wanted to tell him the bad news. He reminded me of the big athletic dance that night at the school and he was taking his girlfriend, Callie. I decided I would wait until morning and not ruin his date night. He and Callie had been a regular thing all through high school. We ate supper, he got showered and changed and his friend Randy picked him up. They were picking up the girls next and double dating. "Don't be late. After the dance go get a soda or something and then home. He's $20 to treat your girl." "Thanks, Ronnie. We won't be toooo late," he smirked. I poured a glass of wine and went in the living room to watch some old war movies. After my second glass of wine and third movie I was sound asleep on the couch. I was startled awake by the slamming of the front door and Toby's voice cussing up a storm. I got off the couch, a little unsteady, and went through the hallway to catch up with him. "What's the matter, Toby?" "This day is the worst day of my life. First we loose the big game then when we're at the dance I go looking for Callie and she's out in a car with some of her slutty friends drinking themselves silly. She's sitting in the back seat and throws the door open spread her legs and yells, 'Come here you stud and let's see if you can score with this piece of ass. You couldn't score on the field today, that's for sure.' "All the girls started laughing and passing around more beer while Callie kept rubbing her crotch." 'Come on stud, see if you can do me one handed.' "She laughed so hard she started puking all over the seat and the door. I screamed at her, 'You're a fucking drunken slut just like my mother and I don't ever want to have anything to do with you again! Any of you. You're going to get pregnant and ruin someone's life and it's not going to be mine, bitch!' I couldn't find Randy so I walked home." Tears started to flood his face. I didn't know exactly what to say or what to do. I reached out and pulled him to me and hugged him tight. He totally broke down and was crying so hard he was literally shaking and I had to hold him up. "I'm so glad you here with me tonight, Ronnie. I don't think I could take it if I had to go home. I hate my fucked up house, my drunken slut of a mother and my spineless father." "I'm not going anywhere, you'll be with me forever now." Toby caught his breath and pulled back to look up at me. "What do you mean by that?" I'm sure the two glasses of wine and being awoken so abruptly put me off my game otherwise I would have never said that to him in his current state of mind. "Come in the living room and sit down. I have something to tell you." I told him about the meeting at the lawyer's office on Friday and what that meant for him. "I know this makes a trifecta of a shitty day for you. It was sprung on me and I didn't think it was right that you were not involved in this decision. After all, its you're life we're dealing with." "So now those assholes have unloaded their unwanted baggage on you and you're stuck with this loser." "Now you wait one God damn minute young man, I entered into this not only willingly but gladly that I could be the one to get you out of that house. I was so thrilled your father chose me to be your guardian and not someone else. I love you like my own son and don't you ever forget that." I told him with conviction. I reached over and hugged him again, tighter and longer this time. His emotions were overwhelming him and he just sunk into my arms. "So does this mean I don't have to go home on Sunday night?" "You don't get it, Toby, this is your home now and I'm your family. For better or worse, through thick and thin." "What the hell, are we getting married?" he jokingly asked me. I punched him in the arm and pushed him off the couch. I felt such a relief that he had taken this so well or it seemed like it. He was a special kind of young man, "Go take a shower and get to bed. It's been a long hard day and you could use a good night's sleep." "Ok. Does this mean the guest room is now my room?" "It always was, we just never called it yours until now." He smiled and went off to shower and then to bed. I checked in on him and said good night before retiring to my room. I got undressed, always sleeping in the nude, and climbed into bed. It wasn't very long before I was sound asleep again. At some point in the middle of the night I was awoken by Toby's voice very quietly calling my name at my bedroom door. "Hey Toby, what the matter?" "I can't sleep. I know I shouldn't feel this way but I'm lonely and have a gnawing pain in the pit of my stomach. I just feel so crappy all over. Do you think . . ., could I . . . um, well . . ." "You want to come sleep in my bed?" I asked having an idea where he was going but didn't have the nerve to ask. He walked across the room and turned back the covers on the other side of my king size bed. "I hope I don't bother you doing this." "This bed is so big the whole football team could sleep here and it wouldn't bother me." I joked. But then thought about what I just said. That was inappropriate. I have to watch that. "Just let me get up and put on some shorts. I usually sleep in the nude." "Please, I don't want to put you out. I'll be on this side and you're over there so I'll never know what you're wearing or not wearing. Please?" "Ok, good night then." I lay on my back thinking about all Toby had been through today. I could hear him start to whimper every so often as he tossed and turned. "Need another hug?" I asked not thinking I was naked in bed with an underage boy. "Hell yes," he answered as he rolled over to me and threw his arms around me. I was on my back so he didn't come in contact with my genitals. He keep his head on my chest and his arms around me and as I held him until we both drifted off to sleep. I awoke at 3:00 and realized Toby had put his leg over mine and let it hang between my legs. His cock was stiff and rubbing against mine, which was also stiff either from the contact with him or the fact that I had to take a major piss. I tried to move slowly and gently to get out from underneath him but he woke up anyway. He looked up at me and smiled. But then he reached down and felt his hard cock and his face turned to horror. He jumped out of bed and ran to his room, yelling. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck." "Toby come here, " I hollered as I ran after him. He had closed and locked the door by the time I got there. "Toby, open the door. Let's talk about this. It's no big deal" Actually it was. He was packing a full seven inch cut cock. It was sticking straight out from his stomach as he ran from my room. I shouldn't have been looking so closely at it but it was impressive. Long and full and ready to make some girl deliriously happy when the time came. "Come on Toby, unlock the door. We can't start off this way. We have to be able to talk things through if we are going to be a family now." I heard the door lock click and the door opened ever so slightly. "You're not going to through me out tomorrow are you? Or beat me?" "Now why the hell would I do that?" "Because you probably think I'm gay from climbing all over you with a hardon." "Did you happen to notice that I had an erection as well? And I'm surely not gay. You should well know by now guys get hardons at the most inopportune times. And especially when they are sleeping. It's nothing to worry about. You're not gay, I'm not gay and you're not going anywhere except back to bed. Just stay on your own side." I joked to lighten the mood. "I have to take a piss then I'm back to sleep and you better be tucked in as well." I went to the bathroom and relieved my bladder. But the stiffness wasn't going away as I thought again to how big Toby's cock was. When I was done pissing, I gave my cock a shake but then subconsciously gave it a stroke or two, still thinking about the feel of Toby's stiff cock on mine. I shook my big head this time to clear those thoughts and went back to bed. Toby was on his side of the bed, on his side facing away from me. I said good night again and put my hand on his shoulder. He put his hand on mine and said good night without facing me. I turned on my side facing away from him and we both fell asleep. The first light of dawn was coming through the windows when I woke again. Toby had moved back over to my side of the bed and was spooning behind me with his arm around my stomach. I was touched by the closeness of him behind me and was drifting in and out of sleep. I felt his stiff cock against me again and sort of smirked to myself thinking back to my uncontrollable erections. But then I felt him pushing his cock between the top of my legs, just below my ass cheeks. His hand dropped from my chest and landed on my now chubbed up manhood. He wrapped his hand around it and started to stroke it slow and steady in sync to his fucking my legs. It was wrong, but it felt so good. It had been a while since I had met up with some of the woman from the business meetings. Just as I was about to stop this, Toby shot his load of cum between my legs and all over the back of my balls. Obviously a wet dream to completion. He shot out of bed and ran to the corner of my room and slumped on the floor. "See, I told you I was gay! I'll pack my bags and be out of your house and your life right now. Forever!" "First of all, you're not going anywhere, I told you that last night. And you're not gay. And even if you were, it wouldn't make any difference to me. You ever hear of a wet dream? Every guy has them when they build up too much semen. When was the last time you jerked off?" "I don't do that. That's for gay guys." "No it's not. Every guy does it and those that say they don't are lying. It natural, not to mention fun." I laughed to break some tension. "The coach told us only gay guys play with themselves. And he forbid anyone to even thing about it during football season. Or have sex with girls. It would take away from our stamina for the game." "Normally I tell you to listen to your coach but this time he's dead wrong. When I was your age I would jerk off once a day, sometimes more. And I still do it several times a week." "Ronnie, you're gay!?!" "No, you goofball. Just a healthy heterosexual man who enjoys the pleasures of an orgasm from time to time, whether I'm with a woman or by myself. And if you were jerking off more often you wouldn't be having wet dreams and making a mess of my bed and me. It must have been one hell of a dream you were having." "Yeah, yeah, I do remember now. It was hot." I was still naked from bed and standing over him. I extended my hand to help him up. As he started to get up he was eye to eye with my still stiff cock. He looked a little longer than a quick glance and then turned red. "I wasn't looking, honest." "Yes you were, we all do it. We all compare to see what the other guy has. I was looking at your hardon earlier when you ran from my room. You're really packing a beauty for a boy of your age. I'll bet there is a lot of looking in the showers after practice or a game." "We try not to because if we chub up while we're showering or looking, the coach will shut off the hot water and make us all take a cold shower." "I never realized it but your coach sounds like a real homophobe. And that's not a healthy attitude to have around a bunch of horny young guys. Let's get cleaned up and have some breakfast." "I'd hug you but I don't want to start anything again." Toby laughed. He amazed me how he could go from being emotionally devastated about something and then quickly rebound and make light of the situation. I didn't know if it was because of his youth or his strong character. It was a trait I hoped he could keep with him through life. After breakfast Toby and I discussed his situation some more, telling him about the money set aside for him and the status of the house. "What happens to your house is up to you. You can keep it, sell it, rent it out or just let it sit there, not something I would recommend. You don't have to decide right away, just something to be thinking about." I advised. "That will depend." "On what?" "If and when my dad returns can I still stay with you or do I have to go back and live with him?" he asked somberly. Hell of a life choice for him to have to think about at his age. "That's between you and your dad. As far as I'm concerned you can live here as long as you want. I consider this your home now and I hope you do as well." "Thanks. I'd like it if I can stay here too. My dad signed over custody to you so it's between you and me where I live," as he looked up and me and smiled. "For now maybe I'll keep the house in case dad does return. He'll need a place to live. If it brings back as many bad memories for him as it does for me, then we can sell it and he can buy a different house to start fresh." There goes the mature Toby speaking his mind. "Good idea." I complimented him. "Some of the guys are wondering if they can come over and watch the NFL games here this afternoon. Maybe order some pizza and celebrate our loss yesterday," he said sarcastically. "That would be a good idea. Lick your wounds and watch and see how real football is played," I threw it back at him, punching him in the shoulder. Toby got on his phone and made some calls. The group was growing larger with each call. I overheard Toby tell someone on the phone that this was getting too big, he had to draw the line somewhere. I spoke up before he went any further. "Nonsense, invite as many of your teammates as you want. No one wants to be left out. My AV room down stairs can accommodate as many as you like." "Thanks, Ronnie. The number stands at 22 right now. Is that too many?" "Not a all. I just have to run out quick and get paper plates, sodas and what ever else we need." "Don't forget the crying towels. We'll need plenty of those," again with his sarcasm. I returned from shopping to find cars pulling up and dropping off Toby's teammates, one after another. Occasionally a parent would roll down their window to say high or ask me if I was crazy having this many boys in my house at one time. "The boys are welcome here anytime. You want to stay and have some pizza with us?" I asked several parents. 'Not on your life' was the typical response. Deep down I pity these parents for that outlook. I enjoy having these boys around. The indomitable spirit can take them from the depths of despair one moment to a resounding high the next moment. Having them around kept me feeling younger than thirty-eight years. Those parents are missing out on the real life fountain of youth. The boys had all arrived and went down stairs to my theater room. When I included it in my plans for the house I wasn't sure it would actually get much use. But now I was glad I had. It was filled with noise, laughter and rowdy teenagers with smiling faces. "Boys, let's get the rules straight before the game starts. First, don't break anything, second, if you spill something clean it up, and third, have a good time. I'll order pizza to arrive just before half time." "Thanks, Mr. McPherson, we'll try to keep the noise down," Tom, the team quarterback spoke up. "Did I mention being quiet as one of the rules? The noise volume falls under the category of 'have a good time' I smiled. A loud cheer went up As I was about to leave the room, Toby came up to me and gave me a quick hug. "Thanks, Ronnie. I needed this. We all needed this." I wanted to stay and enjoy the mood of the room but I knew I would stifle their fun. I went upstairs and listened to the laughter and revelry of the boys, with the occasional cheer when the favorite team scored. Pizza came and I brought it down to the boys and told them to dig in. I was leaving when several of the boys stepped in front of me. "You're not going anywhere. You're one of us and you're staying to eat with us." "Guess I'm the new team mascot," I smiled and joined the fray at the pizza boxes. The game had ended so I went downstairs to assess the damage from the pizza party and start to clean up. To my surprise, the room had already been picked up; trash put in trash bags and the room as clean as it had started. The boys all thanked Toby and I for having them get together to get over their loss yesterday. From being told I was one of them earlier, I took a bold step and talked to them openly and honestly. "You boys played a hell of a game yesterday. Disappointing, but that's a part of life. You don't always win but if you've tried your best, that's all anyone, including yourselves, can expect of you." Most of the boys were nodding their heads in agreement. "I want to mention one thing, however. Talking to your coach after the game, he agreed that you gave it your all. But then he said the weirdest thing. He said he suspected some of you didn't have as much to give, as you should have because he suspected some of you were hooking up with your girlfriends or jerking off and sapping your strength. That is so ludicrous that I couldn't believe he seriously said that. Having an orgasm doesn't sap your strength in any way at all. Oh sure, it may make you out of breath for a few minutes, but a quick recovery is inevitable." Snickers rose up around the room. "Masturbation is a normal activity for every male, young or old. Some admit to it, most don't but all partake in its pleasures. Just to prove a point, how many of you here have jerked off in the last month?" I was hoping to show Toby that jerking off was normal with his peers. The boy's faces turned red and they looked around at each other, no one raising their hands. "Come on, its just us guys down here and nothing will leave this room. Put your hand up if you enjoy self gratification, choking the chicken, whacking the weenie or any other name you want to give it." More snickers but still no hands, so I raised my hand. Some smiled, some looked surprised. "You, Mr. McPherson?" came a shocked voice from the group. "I'm older than you but I'm not dead. Not as frequent as when I was your age, but still feels just as good." Suddenly hands started slowly going up in the air, one, then two, then most of the room had their hands in the air, all but Toby. "Come on Hanson, admit you're just like the rest of us and enjoy a good tug now and then." One boy called out to Toby. "Now and then? How about once a day and twice on Sunday," shouted another. The room shook with laughter. Toby raised his hand, more out of peer pressure than honesty I think. "Mr. McPherson, Coach know his shit about football, more than anyone we know. But most everything else he tells us is pure bullshit and we ignore him. If we listened to him we'd be so horny we'd probably be humping the football instead of passing or catching it." More laughter and heads nodding in agreement. "We're all as normal as, . . . well, as you." More laughter. "I'm glad you boys could make it today and thank you for cleaning up. Your parents should be picking you up shortly," I said to change the subject. As I started picking up the trash bags, Tom, the quarterback, offered to help carrying them upstairs. We took them to the garage to put in the trash bins. Tom stopped and looked at me. "Mr. McPherson, can I ask you a personal question?" "Of course Tom, what is it?" "Well, you're the first adult who ever talked to us openly and honestly about jerking off, even admitting to doing it yourself," he started. "Guess I've always been a straight shooter when the situation warrants it," I answered him, no pun intended. Tom didn't catch it, his mind was busy trying to pose his question. "So, how does someone know if they are straight or gay? When I jerk off sometimes, most times actually, I think about some of the guys on the team in the showers. I'm always trying to sneak a look at their cocks without being caught. Then I recall those images when I'm getting off at night at home. Am I gay? And if I am, how do I cure it?" he asked with all sincerity. I had to try my damnedest not to laugh at his innocence. "First of all, we all look at other guys. Sometimes out of just plain curiosity, sometimes just to compare to see how we stack up. 'Am I smaller than most, I am bigger than most, am I average?' Just part of being a guy. Second, you're at an age when your hormones are raging throughout your body. If that's not enough, football really pumps the testosterone through your system. Many of the guys I played football with would always get stiff in the showers. It was no big deal. Well, some of them were a big deal," I threw in to lighten the conversation, eliciting a smile from Tom. "They are your friends that you enjoy being with. Jerking off is a pleasurable thing so it's natural that other pleasurable things pop into your mind, even if it's the shower room full of naked guys. And third, if you truly are gay, there is nothing to 'cure' it. It's who you are. Some people are short and that can't be cured. Some have a naturally heavy build and that is who they are. Embrace who you are and proud of it. Now I don't mean yelling out to the whole school, 'Hoo Ray, I'm Gay!' A certain amount of discretion is necessary until you decide if you want to come out or not. But you still have a lot of personal discovery to do before you know what your actual sexual orientation is. So just go slow and take one day at a time and explore your options." "Thanks so much. It answered my question but gave me a lot more questions I have to answer on my own. Toby isn't shy to give you a hug in public. Can I give you a hug?" I just extended my arms to him and brought him in for what I expected to be a quick thank you hug. Instead it was a tight and prolonged hug. He pulled away as we heard other guys coming to say they were leaving. One of them commented as he walked past me, "Thanks for the talk. I'll think about you when I jerk off tonight," then laughed and walked away. Several others chimed in, 'Me too, thanks for the encouragement.' Maybe I said and did something I shouldn't have. Time will tell. After they had all left, Toby came up to me. "I don't know what you and Tom talked about but he told me you are the coolest adult he has ever met. I think you were pretty sneaky getting everyone to admit to jerking off so I wouldn't feel self conscious about it. I guess I've got a lot to learn." "That's what growing up is all about. Learning about life, about ourselves and learning about others around us." "Like Tom, huh Ronnie?" as he smiled and hugged me. "I'm going to practice my new found freedom and jerk off. Want to join me?" laughing as he walked away. Holy shit! What the hell did I start? I just wanted to show Toby it wasn't weird or perverted to stroke one out now and then. But this is going in a totally different direction.