Date: Mon, 3 Sep 2018 16:46:16 -0400
From: George DeCarlo
Subject: A Gay Boy's High School Years - Chapter 6

	After my encounter with Justin Hayward, where Mr. Smith, the
wrestling coach, caught me lying naked in the locker room with cum, he's
assigned me to clean up duty for the football team. Kind of ironic, isn't
it? That this would be punishment? He probably didn't know how to react, he
only said a few words. Something along the lines of "get out of here" and
"we'll talk about this later". He probably thought I was jerking off to
some girl's tits. Because he's straight, and that's his entire world. The
world of a gay boy is one he's never inhabited, and he daren't let his mind
wander anywhere near thinking that maybe a high school guy desires dick
rather than pussy. Maybe that's why so many straight guys hate us. Because
what we are is so utterly foreign to them.

	And it's a pretty niche little world - the headspace, the locker
room and such that a gay boy inhabits. It's one that crosses
generations. This is what I've learned from reading a journal hidden
beneath a floorboard in the WH football locker room. I not only spent a lot
of time here sniffing jocks and sweaty gear. It gives me lots of time to
get to know the place. The first entry was written by a guy named Fred
Rossi, class of `61. That's right. This journal is that old, and for the
most part can still be read. It was the only entry written by this
guy. Here's what it said.

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May 21st, 1961

	I'm terrified. I really am. Today, we learned that Mr. Cooper was
found guilty of lewd conduct with a minor and will be sentenced to life
imprisonment. Nobody will believe me, so I'm writing this here. I want
future students to know the truth. I want them to know that Mr. Cooper was
innocent. I want them to know that he did absolutely nothing wrong, and
that good-for-nothing Jeremy is a liar.

	When I arrived at Waterford, I was a sophomore. And as confused as
I was, Mr. Cooper was always willing to show me around, and show me the
ropes. He and I had a real connection. Maybe it was because I had a feeling
deep down that we were the same. Mr. Sabo, my math teacher, and a whole
slew of assholes, always said that Mr. Cooper was cruisin' for a
bruisin'. Maybe it was his voice, the way he talked. I don't know. But it
made my blood boil every time they said it. Because if they knew the truth
about me...

	Queer. Homosexual. Such shame attached to these words. I lettered
in baseball, basketball, and football. They called me a three-sport
standout. So was my lover, George Armenti. In the locker rooms, every time
the rest of the team left, that's when he had our fun. When I truly felt
safe. I loved him. I really did, but he had to be with his girlfriend, and
leave me in the dust. Everyone says me and Joy should date, but all I want
is him.

	Then, I suppose, one day, the guys decided to make Mr. Cooper's
life absolute hell. That's when Jeremy reported Mr. Cooper to the main
office. Said he tried to touch him. Absolute lies. And here I am today,
telling all of you future folks, that he will live out the rest of his life
paying for a crime he didn't commit. You should've seen what the other guys
on the team said about him. Buncha' goofballs, but they really did hurt
someone.  Mr. Cooper pleaded guilty, of course. Nobody was gonna' believe a
queer. And the healthy collection of beefcake magazines they found at his
house was more than enough to convince them of his guilt. It was a witch
hunt. And he wasn't even a good enough fella to be burned at the
stake. They used him to start the fire. They threw him into the pile of
trash they thought he belonged in. When bad things keep happening to good
people, you start to question what is right and what is wrong.

	I write this in the locker room. None of the other guys are
here. Today, as a result of what happened with Mr. Cooper, we're watching
some sort of coronet film warning us about the dangers of homosexuals. I
say fuck them. What do they know about me? I look back on my memories
laying down wrapped around my Georgie's arms with my head buried in his
neck, and I just know this can't be wrong. Why do they hate us so much?
This world is wrong. This whole wide wicked world. I'm not scared of
dying. I'm scared of living like this. The constant pain. I have so much
hurt inside me.

-Fred R.

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	Everyone deserves somebody that makes them look forward to
tomorrow. Everybody. So the idea that all these gay boys and men suffered
so needlessly angers me to no end. There are other entries in this
journal. I will read those to you later. For now, I should divulge what
happened just then as the doors to the locker room opened. I quickly hid in
one of the unused lockers. Watching these boys undress, I got a massive
hard-on.

	"What's the rush Frank?" said Tyler Helbing, #52. He was this bulky
6'2" guy liked showing off his ass.

	"Yeah, never seen you this late on a big day like this. Must've
been pretty hot last night, huh?" added Ben Sibilla. Ben was #64, and
although he was only 5'10", he was the best-looking guy on the team and had
a nice thick cock. He liked showing pictures of his scratched back, likely
the result of girls from how hard he was fucking them.

	"Three times last night. Twice this morning." Frank said. He must
have been fucking Waverly good. Just then, the Brazilian exchange student
piped up.

	"In my country, that's what we call warm-up." He interjected.

	"In my country, that's what we call bullshit." said Ben. Laughter
ensued in the locker room and then abruptly ended. Ben was cocky, from what
I gathered, but he seemed to have every right to be. He was one of the damn
hottest guys on the team.

	"Come on guys, quit braggin'." Said Nick Ugarte. He was a junior
and had a muscular lean body. About 5'11". He then continued, "see you out
in the field guys."

	Just then, Frank used his towel to slap the ass of the exchange
student, outlined by his white jockstrap. The two position their towels
almost ready to fight "Come on save it for the field guys." Nick
intervened.

	"Give `em hell" Frank said to Ben, a stern and serious look on his
face.

	"I always do" Ben responded. His dick grew a little bit in his jock
as he said that.

	After that, everyone had left the locker room except for Ben and
Tyler. Ben sat on the wooden slat bench rubbing his hardening dick looking
as Tyler's ass crack, bent over adjusting his shoes. It wasn't long at all
before that welcome feeling began to flare up inside his body. It's a
steady tingling, a swelling, groaning deep in his crotch. Then, right
there, there it is! That tightness in his white jock becomes a hard-on. His
penis has now become a cock!  And it is demanding to fuck some jock
ass. Tyler turns around and sees Ben's massive tool tenting his pouch.

	"I'd think that Benny Boo would wait till after the game to get
off. You should probably be saving your energy." Tyler said, half
sarcastically. Seeing Ben's hard-on was now making Tyler's tool twitch in
his football pants.

	"Mmm, I don't know." Ben said. "Sometimes all this tension makes me
hornier than hell. I know that getting off would really relax me... matter
of fact, I know I'd be at my best out there if I could get my nut right
now." He said still stroking his clothed cock. A wet spot appeared at his
visibly outlined dick head.

	"Are you serious?" Tyler added. His cock now starting to appear
just above his cleats.

	"Fuck yeah i'm serious." Ben responded.

	"Right here, now?" Tyler asked. He wanted to make sure that this
was going down here, and hell, I wanted to know too. Were these two jocks
gonna fuck right here in the locker room? Ben placed his hand on Tyler's
pants, rubbing him through his pants.

	"I'm so horny I could fuck anything that walks." Ben said, his
voice dripping with lust.

	"You haven't changed you bastard. Last time you fucked me I
couldn't sit down for a fucking week." said Tyler. Holy shit, this happened
before. I mean, the world of sports has long been notorious for its own
collection of dirty secrets. Football stars are placed high on pedestals,
looked up to, celebrated, idolized... but it all could come crashing down
the moment people find out he'd rather have a fat cock in his ass than a
ball in his hand. Of course they would keep it a secret.

	"You don't have to sit down to play football. Come on
Helbing. We'll go out there full of piss and vinegar. Red-blooded Americans
all fired up from a good fuck." Ben tried to convince him.

	That was enough to convince Tyler. He took off his football pants
and jock just enough to reveal his throbbing cock. They sat down together
on the bench and started jerking each other off. Just as the both of them
were about to cum, Tyler got on his knees and started sucking Ben off. Ben
started saying the hottest shit.

	"Oh yeah, suck that dick. So hard. You love it." All the while his
jock was down to his knees.

	Ben then started to play with Tyler's nipples, giving them both
boners and dripping pre-cum onto the football locker room floor. They were
almost caught when Coach Seubert asked what the fuck was going on through
the door. The two boys said they were almost done getting changed.

	For the grande finale, Ben laid Tyler onto the bench and fucked his
huge ass with his king-sized dick fast and hard. The sound of both their
panting filled the locker room. I think I heard Tyler say "fuck my jock
ass." and my dick grew harder in my pants.

	"Hey, I said get out here no-" the Coach entered the room. He
dropped his mouth as he saw the two jocks fucking on the bench, right as
they shot their loads all over each other and on the bench. He just stood
there dumbfounded.

	The two players got dressed and headed out. Right as Ben was about
to leave, he left one last remark to the still flabbergasted older man.

	"Thanks Coach, I'll do the same for you one day." He gave him a
wink and went out onto the field.

	Silently, the coach closed the door and left as well. I then got
out of the locker I was hiding in to find the most erotic stench of man sex
ever. I rolled around the bench, covering myself in their protein, and then
went into the coach's office. I took out my dick and started stroking
it. It wasn't long before I shot my load all over his prized football
helmet. Leaving it covered in cum.