Date: Wed, 20 Dec 2017 11:43:41 +0000
From: polarlord@hushmail.com
Subject: Old Butchers Shop Chapter 4 Gay A/Y

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Continued...  Th old Butcher's Shop Chapter 4

I sure had a heavy sniffing from Rocky when I returned home from the
wheel repair at the Old Butcher's Shop. Mostly he was sniffing the seat
of my jeans until I showed him his dog leash to take him for a walk.  I
decided to take him over to Billy's to see if there was the chance of a
football kick around at the local recreation ground. By the time I
reached my friend's house, my ass was itching and I was desperate to
use their toilet. I handed Billy Rocky's leash and pushed past him as he
answered the door. I rushed into their upstairs bathroom. With a groan
of relief, I released a load of runny shit into the water as I sat on the
toilet. I suddenly felt ten times better, though my ass was a bit sore. The
earlier numbness had gone. I heard Billy knocking on the bathroom
door.

"Phil, are you okay in there?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, now. I think something I ate must have upset my
tummy." I exited the little room and wandered into Billy's bedroom. I sat
on the end of his bed and he sat next to me. In the past we'd had many
chats about life, school and things on the end of that bed.

"I know what you mean Phil. I had some sausages that tasted a bit funny
when I put them in my mouth. I had a sore gut for a while after too."
Billy smirked as he said it.

"What?!"

He sniffed the air near my shoulder theatrically.

"Oh nothing Phil. Just saying, is all. Anyway, what are you doing round
here? I put Rocky in the garden. Did you go fishing this morning? It
smells like you caught a big one."

I decided that he didn't need too much information about the earlier
happenings in the Old Butcher's Shop. "Yeah I went fishing. But I didn't
catch nothing. I came round to see if you fancy going to the Rec for a
game of kick-about. So, did you go to the tailors with your mum?"

He blushed and looked down at his feet.

"It was weird. The guy touched me up while he took my
measurements."

"In front of your mum? She must have seen. Didn't she say something?"

"No, he was sneaky. He had her looking the other way checking cloth
samples while he measured me. He had me take my jeans off and I was
stood there in my boxer briefs. Said because I might have an age growth
spurt he had to be very careful with his measurements and in undies
was best."

"Didn't she say no?"

"I said do I really have to? But she said I'm sure the tailor knows best for
made to measure clothes. She didn't seem worried."

"Were you in just your undies?"

"No, I kept my shirt and socks on."

"So, go on tell me what happened? Did you get a stiffy in front of him
and your mum?"

"Well, I hid my stuff with my hands. But he had me move my arms so he
could measure their length.   When he measured my Inside Leg the back
of his hand was lifting my balls through my undies. He checked that
three times before he got happy. Then I got a stiffy. He saw it and smiled
at me."

"Did your mum see it?"

"No. I was facing the other way. Then I had to bend over and touch my
toes while he measured me. He said it was so the trousers would have
enough room for me to bend over. When he ran his tape measure down
from my waist over my butt to my ankles, he felt up my butt too. His
other hand was in front touching my balls and stiffy through my undies.
It was all over really quick."

"Didn't you complain?"

"I was going to, but mum would have seen my stiffy and would think I'm
gay or something. Anyway, right after he told me I could put my jeans
on again. He copped another sneaky feel of my bum as I was dressing."

"So, let's get this right. You bent over in your undies in front of a
stranger and let him touch your bum, your balls and knob. You got an
erection. You didn't complain. And you are telling me you're not gay? I
bet you would have pulled your undies down if Mum wasn't there."

"Fuck off Phil. You know I'm not gay. More likely you are. Look, you got
a hard-on from hearing my story. Do you want to touch my butt too?"

He pointed at the tent in my jeans. I squirmed and adjusted myself. "I'm
not gay. It was just a horny story and I get stiffies all the time nowadays.
You know how it is at our age. What are you going to do about the
tailor? It sounds like he's a pervert."

"It gets worse. He told Mum I'd probably have to go back two or three
times for a fitting. I did ask her later if I really had to, but she said it was
normal for made to measure clothes and she wasn't going to waste a lot
of money on expensive clothes that didn't fit properly. I have to go, but I
don't think I'll be in just undies again."

"No, they'll be round your ankles when you are bent over getting
bummed by the tailor. Take some Vaseline with you next time, just in
case."

Billy pounced on me, pushed me back on the bed and twisted himself on
top of me. His face was close to mine and his hands pressed my
shoulders against the mattress. I thought for a brief instant he was going
to kiss me, but he pulled his head back.

"Fuck you Phil. I tell you the gross things that happened to me and all
you do is call me gay. I thought you was my mate?"

"Talking of mates Billy Boy, if we stay like this much longer, we going to
have to get married." I slipped my hand between us and pressed against
his erection which was pressing against mine through our jeans where
our groins had met. He blushed and rolled off me.

"Sorry Phil, I just can't seem to control my thing nowadays. It doesn't
mean nothing. I'm not planning to drag you into my bed. You are too
ugly."

"Forget it batty boy, let's go and play some football down at the Rec.
Rocky needs a good run around with us."

"We're going to need shorts or old clothes. It's really muddy down
there. I can lend you a spare pair of my rugby shorts, if you're okay
changing here first."

I'd been close friends with Billy since Year 2 at school and we'd had
several sleepovers with our friends. Seeing other naked or in our undies
was not unusual. Without thinking about the recent events, I replied:
"Sure, I can wash them after and get them back to you tomorrow."

As Billy rummaged in his cupboard I remembered I was still wearing the
undies stained with Tommy Jones' spunk. I couldn't let Billy see them. I
was about to make an excuse when Billy turned and handed me the
shorts. He had a pair for himself in his hands. Without waiting for me he
slipped his trainers off his feet and slid his jeans down on to the floor.
He still had an erection tenting out his light grey boxers. There was a
damp patch on the tip of the tent where his cock had leaked a bit. I
quickly turned facing away from him before he'd notice me watching
and dropped my jeans to change into the shorts.

"Are you hiding something from me Phil? Did you like what you saw?"

"No, I just didn't want you to get too excited Batty Boy."

The quip earned me a smack on my briefs covered rear end. The pain
was worth it to avoid him seeing the cum stains from Tommy. We
finished changing and headed out for football.

Two hours later a mud-covered dog and I headed up our street to go
home for the evening. I too, was caked in mud. I was surprised to see
Dad's Range Rover parked outside of the house. I'd thought he was
working overseas. He met me in the kitchen.

"My God Philip! What's happened to you two? Have you been on a mud
race or something?  You'd best take Rocky in the shower and clean him
off and shampoo him. Then you'll be next."

"I was playing football with Billy. It was a bit muddy at the Rec Ground.
You know Rocky, he just wanted to join in."

"I'll get a bucket for your clothes once you two are in the shower. Then
I'll give them a long wash in the machine. But take your muddy boots off
before you go any further. Give me a shout when Rocky is clean I'll come
back and dry him."

There's not a great history of privacy in our house. I was naked in the
shower, rinsing shampoo out of Rocky's fur, when Dad came into the
bathroom with a bucket to collect my dirty clothes. He glanced at my
naked body.

"Hey, it's obvious you're past puberty now.  No longer my little boy. The
girls are going to love your body."

"Daaa...d. Too much information! Get out and give me some privacy. I'll
shout you when Rocky is ready."

A couple of minutes later, to Rocky's great relief, I delivered the damp
dog from the shower to my father in the kitchen. I'd found an old pair of
track suit bottoms to cover me.

"What are you doing back from Beirut? And where's Mum?"

"My client is sick from work for a week at least and not much will
happen, so I thought I'd come home and give you a nice surprise. You
don't seem ecstatic about it. I think your Mother is away at some charity
committee meeting until nine tonight. Do you fancy going out for a
pizza?"

"Can you order a pizza delivery instead please? I have got something I
need to talk to you about."

"Sure, if that's what you want son. It sounds very mysterious to me. You
want to tell me now?"

"No, let's wait for the pizza. The usual pepperoni for me please.  I'm just
going upstairs to get changed."

After the delivery and us devouring our pizzas, my dad reclined in his
comfortable chair with a beer glass in his hand.

"Okay Phil, so what's this mysterious thing you want to talk to me
about?"

"Well Dad, you know you're always telling me I can talk to you about
anything that worrying me and you won't judge me or tell me off,
whatever it is?"

He looked a bit concerned.

"Yes, both your mother and I have that view. We hope you can trust us
enough to do that."

I could feel myself blushing bright red as I looked down at my feet.

"Well it's really embarrassing and I can't think of an easy way to say it.
But, but I think I'm gay. You won't hate me will you?"

"I think you're a bit young to be worrying about that or deciding if you
are gay or straight. Most people leave until they're older before giving
themselves a label. What makes you think you're gay?"

"I don't have a girl friend and don't want one. Then today Billy and I
were wrestling on his bed and I got an erection cos I liked the feel of his
body on top of me. He had one too, I could feel it against my jeans and I
liked it. Then when I thought he was going to kiss me I would have let
him."

"You think Billy might be gay too?"

"It's just the way he says he isn't, like he's denying it to himself."

"Is there anything else, that makes you think you might be gay? Have
you tried any sex stuff?"

I blushed again, but couldn't tell the full truth.

"No, not really. Though when I wank I sometimes think about naked
boys rather than girls."

"You don't need to worry. Many boys your age have the same worries,
some experiment with other boys, some hide it. There's even some boys
who are so sure they come out and tell their friends and parents even as
young as 13. Your sexuality is kind of fluid at your age and you might
change your mind several times before you finally decide. Even then it is
not black and white, not either straight or gay, sometimes your sexuality
is somewhere in the middle.

"You don't hate me for it?"

"Why should I hate you? You've done nothing wrong. Your sexuality is
part of your make-up, you can't do much about it. It's my job as a parent
to give the love and safety to develop into a full adult, regardless of
whether you're straight or gay, brown eyes or blue eyes, fat or thin."

"But you were straight when you were my age.  You were normal. You
had girlfriends. Then when you met mum you got married."

"Don't tell your mother, but I experimented with gay sex between when
I was between 13 and 16. I eventually decided I was straight.  Nothing
too serious, just mutual wank sessions, kissing and blow jobs. I guess
you know what blow jobs are?"

"What!? You were gay!"

"No, not really. I was experimenting and hadn't really decided at the
time. When I met the girl who was to be my wife I went to the hetero
side of sex."

"So, did you go all the way? Bum fucking and stuff?"

"I did a couple of times, but it hurt because the other boy didn't know
how to do it properly, so I never really got into it."

"But why do gay men do it? It seems kinda messy. Sticking your knob
into another guy's shit hole."

"Your anus and rectum actually has a lot of sensitive nerves down there.
When sex is done right, with proper lubrication it feels good and many
men enjoy it. There's ways of cleaning out before sex so things don't get
messy. Anyway, anal sex should be done with condoms to keep safe
from diseases. Didn't they teach you that in Sex Ed at school?"

"They didn't go into much detail. When you did gay sex as a boy, did you
use a condom?"

"Errm no. Things were different then, there was no HIV. Gay sex was still
illegal. It was all hidden.  You know it would be illegal for you too even
now, don't you?  By law you have to be sixteen before you can give
consent to sex, gay or straight."

"So, if Billy and I fucked each other, we'd be in trouble with the law?"

"You're not planning that are you?"

I shook my head from side to side.

"If both boys are over 12 and both roughly the same age and both
consent to sex you'd probably get away with it as long as your didn't tell
the world. Though it should always be safe sex with a condom. Look, it's
probably best if I let you research all this online, then you come back
and talk to me or your mother if you have more questions. I can find the
best URL links and open the firewall for you."

"OMG you're not going to tell Mum, are you?"

"No, not unless you give me permission. This is your private life.
However, she's pretty smart and would probably work it out on her
own. You might feel better telling her rather than trying to hide it from
her.   Though keep it quiet in school until you are really certain either
way."

"What do I tell Billy?"

"Say nothing to him, if he's gay and you're attracted to each other,
things will work out. If he comes on to you and you're not ready or don't
want gay stuff, just tell him you want to stay friends but not in a sexual
way.

"I'll do one thing for you though, I'll buy you some condoms so you can
practice putting them on in advance of doing real sex. Though you
shouldn't be doing it, you might as well be prepared. Any more
questions just now?"

"No, not really. Thanks for not hating me."

"You can thank me by getting me another beer. I need to catch up on
TV."

I was in bed by the time my mother returned home. I'd had a lot to think
about, but one thing I'd decided was I'd never go back into the Old
Butcher's Shop or be alone with Tommy Jones.

Continues...

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