Date: Wed, 22 Jun 2016 15:55:03 -0500
From: Eric Trager <trager2275@gmail.com>
Subject: It Is What It Is; Chapter 16

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CHAPTER SIXTEEN

"Oh, crap! I'm sorry, I was jus..." Andy said as he turned around and came
face to face with his victim, another boy who appeared to be about his
age. This boy was gorgeous with wavy flaxen blonde hair and beautiful
golden-brown eyes. He had a slim, but not skinny build. Andy estimated his
height to be six feet or a little over, weight about 175, and he possessed
a classically beautiful face with a flawless complexion.

"I um, I'm sorry, guy...I just.... I mean, I didn't see you. I'm really
sorry! Did I hurt your foot?"

"Nah, well, it stings a little, but I guess I'll live. My name's Brett, by
the way," the tall blonde boy said offering to shake Andy's hand.

"I'm Andy, but my friends call me Cass. Nice to meet you, Brett! I'm here
with my buh...um, with a couple friends. I just moved here from
Kenosha. Are you from Janesville?"

"Yeah. Where do you go to school?" Brett asked, not giving away that he'd
noticed Andy's slight slip of the tongue.

"I'll be a Junior at Craig this year. You?"

"Senior. So I guess we might run into each other, then, hey?"

"Yeah, that'd be nice. I've made some new friends so far, butcha never can
have too many friends, ya know?"

Brett went back to looking through the shelves as Andy turned to leave.

Just then, Sean and Tim came walking up. "Hey, Cass!" Tim called
out. "We're kinda done in the bookstore here, wanna go to the food court?"

"Sure, I guess so...hey, I just made a new friend. Maybe he'd wanna come,
too... Hey, Brett! We're goin' to the food court, wanna join us?"

Brett turned toward Andy, his eyes going wide at the sight of Tim
Dickson. "I uh, well, um..."

"Hey!" Tim called to Brett. "I know you. You're Brett Dowling. Wow, man,
you've really grown!"

"Hey, Tim. Small world.... Yeah, I grew four inches in the last five
months."

"OK, Brett, I guess you already met Cass. This other guy here is Sean
Wyman. He goes by Wymo. They just moved here from Kenosha. They're gonna by
Juniors this year. Wymo's my competition for Quarterback, too!" Tim said,
playfully punching Sean in the shoulder. "So, anyway, Brett, you wanna grab
a bite with us?"

"OK, um...sure..." Brett was thoroughly confused. He'd never spoken more
than three words in his life to Tim Dickson and didn't really know him at
all. About the closest they'd ever been was when they sat next to each
other in Math because the teacher assigned seats by alphabetical order of
last names. Dickson and Dowling went next to each other on the class
roster.

"Excellent! Let's go, then!" Sean said. "Oh, and nice to meet you, Brett!"
Sean was thinking to himself that Brett was extremely good looking, and the
fact that Tim seemed to be ogling Brett didn't go unnoticed.

Sean decided to find out what Tim was thinking. "Hey, Dix, before we head
down there, I just wanna show ya something real quick," Sean lied. Tim
followed Sean over to the next aisle. "Dix, do you know that Brett guy?
Christ, he's fucking gorgeous! I kinda get the feeling you think so, too?"

"Well, Wymo...I know him from a class we had last year. He sat next to me,
and yeah, he was an OK dude, I guess. Don't really know him, though. He's
not a jock. He was a lot shorter last year, but you're right - the guy's
smoking hot... Did you notice his eyes? Do you think I should ask him out?
I mean, I would if I thought he was interested in me... I'm really fucking
nervous now, Wymo."

"You're a trip, Dix. You weren't shy about eating my cum, but now you're
nervous over talking to a guy you already know. Strap on a pair, for fuck's
sake!" Sean smirked.

"You're right. Let's go grab some food."

The boys made it to the food court, each one getting something different to
satisfy their tastes. Andy got a burger, Sean had pulled pork, Tim got
Mexican, and Brett had pizza. The four boys talked on and on for over an
hour about everything from football, to cars, to video games, and showed a
genuine interest in each other's company.

"Thanks for inviting me to eat with you guys!" Brett said. "I really had
nothing going on today, and I gotta say it's nice to make new friends, even
you, Tim. We never really ever got to know each other. I didn't know if you
were a nice guy, or not."

"Wow, I mean, do I act like a dick, Brett? I try not to..."

"No, it's not that at all. You've never been a dick to me. Maybe I was just
too shy to talk to you because I'm not a football jock and stuff. I guess I
was wrong, and I should have opened my mouth. You seem like a really nice
guy! And so do you guys, Cass and Wymo."

"OK, thanks, Brett." Tim said "I try to be nice. I shoulda talked to you,
too, but I guess we're talking now, hey? You seem like a really hot guy,
too!" Tim hadn't realized he'd made the Freudian slip and was a little
taken aback to see Brett looking at him with eyes wide and mouth open and
Andy and Sean gasping.

"What? Did I fucking fart, or something?" Tim said deadpan as he looked
down at his burrito, taking another hefty bite out of it.

Sean made a circular motion towards Brett with his hand signaling that
Brett should answer Tim's rhetorical question and run with it if he wanted
to.

"Tim..." Brett spoke up looking Sean in the eye instead of Tim. "Um...I
said that I thought you seem like a nice guy. Then you said you think I'm
really hot. I'll take the compliment, but..." Brett grinned a huge
shit-eating grin but was secretly terrified inside.

Tim turned beet red and began stuttering unintelligibly. Brett panicked,
"Well, I mean, ya know..." Brett stuttered.

"Sorry, Dix, ya can't put the toothpaste back in the tube on this one..."
Sean smirked.

Andy for his part didn't say a word but just kept looking back and forth
between Tim and Brett.

Gradually, Tim calmed down and started laughing. "OK, well, I guess the
jig's up, innit... So, Brett, now thatcha know I think yer hot, do ya maybe
wanna hang out with me sometime, or wouldja rather I just disappear? It's
your call, dude..." Tim raised an eyebrow as he asked although his
expression was far more wistful than demanding. Tim couldn't believe he'd
just said that. His stomach was flip-flopping.  He was pretty sure he'd
puke his burrito onto the table right then and there.

"OK, Tim, since you asked, I'd like to hang out with you sometime. Um,
didja have a time in mind?"

Almost immediately the word "Tonight" spewed out of Tim's mouth.

"OK, then, give me your address and I'll pick you up at 7:30..."

The two boys then exchanged contact information.

"What the fuck!" Andy exclaimed. "That was like the most bizarre pick up
line and date set up I've ever seen!"

"Date?" Brett asked warily. Brett still wasn't quite sure what was
happening. Not that he was against any of it, but it was so surreal.

"Well, yeah, I mean he says you're hot and then you offer to pick him up at
7:30!  Sounds like a fucking date to me! I mean, if it isn't then what the
fuck is it?" Andy grinned as he folded his arms and drummed his fingers on
the table.

"OK..." Brett said, scared shitless but summoning all of his courage,
"Tim?"

"Yeah, Brett..."

"Did you just ask me out on a date? Yes, or no..."

"Um, yeah I did. And you said yes. We're going on a date. Is that OK?"

"Of course it's OK, but I need to know something here," Brett said looking
quizzically at Tim. "If we're going on a date, um, does that like mean
you're gay? Please don't toy with me..."

"Yes, and you're the first guy I ever asked out. I'm showing interest,
Brett. I hope that's OK.... And are you gay, too?" Tim was just as
petrified as Brett.

"Yes it's OK, and yes, I'm gay, too. So, I just snagged a date with the
Quarterback?  Wow...how did THAT work out...." Brett's face lit up like a
Christmas tree, he looked Tim straight in the eyes and said in calm,
matter-of-fact tones, "Tim, you and I are gonna have a good time tonight."

"Wow! I was so nervous I thought I was gonna hurl all over the table and
stuff!" Tim exclaimed.

Brett could not believe what he was hearing. "I made Tim Dickson nervous?"
he thought to himself, "Must make a note of that..."

"Dix, that's retarded," Andy said. "You remind me of fucking Wayne's
World..."

"What?" Tim said.

"Yeah, from that one episode: https://youtu.be/E-DIsqYtVT4

The other three boys laughed so hard that they were choking.

"And just so ya know Brett, Andy and I are a couple," Sean said, still
laughing. "We wanna be your friends, too... We're new in town and we think
you're pretty cool.  Whadya say?"

"Um, sure, guys! I mean, this has been a really awesome afternoon." Brett
beamed, and when he did all three other boys were in awe of his
unmistakably masculine yet pristine beauty. "How's everyone getting home,
anyway?"

"Well, I drove us here." Sean said. "Do you need a ride?"

"No, I got my mom's car here" Brett answered. "Can I give you a lift home,
Tim?"

"Ye...yeah!" Tim managed. "I'd like that. You don't mind, Cass, Wymo, do
ya?"

"Of course not," Andy said. "Looks like your date's starting early, you
two! It was really nice to meet you, Brett. I hope we get to see more of
you."

"Nice to meet you, too, Cass and Wymo. I'm glad you mashed my foot, because
if you didn't then this whole afternoon never would have happened. OK,
well, let's go, Tim!"

Sean and Andy watched Tim and Brett walk off, observing that they were
talking animatedly with each other, and smiling.

"Holy shit, And!" Sean exclaimed. "I can't believe we saw what we just saw!
Do you think that's love at first sight, or something like that?"

"Could be, Sean-o. Brett seems really nice. And he's got self-confidence, I
mean he point blank asked Dix if he's gay, and he led Dix straight to that
date thing like a pro.  I think he's got Dix wrapped around his little
finger. I guess we'll see what happens.  They do make a cute couple,
though..."

"Yeah, they do. We'll bug the crap out of Dix tomorrow so we can get some
dirt on what went down!  Anyway, let's stop by the Alamo and see if it's
about ready to move in to yet."

As Sean and Andy made their way to the Equinox, on the other side of the
Mall, Tim and Brett emerged into the parking lot. Both boys were all
smiles, and still talking up a storm.

"Hey, Brett, now that we're outside I got something I hafta tell ya."

"OK, well, keep talking then..." Brett said apprehensively not knowing what
could possibly come next in this odd afternoon.

"OK, it's like this. I hope it comes out right, but here we go: Brett, I've
never dated a guy, or been with a guy before. I don't know if you have, or
not, and I really don't care, but that's not what I want to say. What I
want to say is that I just hope I'm not gonna be too clumsy with this. I am
a little nervous. You seem so nice. And you're so handsome. I guess I'm
just asking you to be patient with me for a little bit, OK?"

"Tim, I've never been on a date with a guy, either. Hell, I only figured
out I was gay when we were Sophomores. At first I was scared to do anything
about it, but I'm gonna be 18 soon, so fuck it. My thing was that I could
sit there and be scared, or I could figure it out. I had no choice in it,
so screw it. And guess what, I'm a little nervous, too. I mean, here I am,
just a nerd, nobody special, and then by the weirdest accident of fate I
snag a date with the starting Quarterback of the football team who's a
fucking hunk and who tells me he thinks I'm hot? Like a person could make
this shit up?  You're gonna have to be patient with me, too, a little bit,
Mr. Dickson."

"OK, that's a deal, Brett. I like you. There's something about you beyond
your looks that I just can't put my finger on, but it's there for
sure. It's like the more we talk the more I want to know about you, and the
more I want to share about myself with you.  Oh, and as for the starting
Quarterback thing, look, Wymo was Tremper's starting Quarterback last
year. I might very well end up being his number two..."

"And you guys are friends?"

"Yeah, we are. I'd walk through fire for those two. I met them on their
second day in town, and they're great guys. They helped me when I had my
Come-to-Jesus moment about being gay. They were there for me. A guy needs
friends like that. Oh, and just so you know, I came out to my parents. They
don't give a shit. And I told them that I'd be looking for a boyfriend now,
and when another guy made me that lucky, they would have to welcome that
guy into our family. They were fine with that, too!"

"Wow, you got nice `rents it sounds like. Um, Tim, I haven't come out to my
parents.  I don't think they'd take it very well. That part does scare
me. I know some day I have to, but I can't do it myself, at least not
yet. It's not like they're religious, or anything like that, but they are
just really, really old fashioned. I guess maybe I'll have to find that
out, huh..."

"Brett, don't worry about that right now. I'd like us to just spend the
rest of the day getting to know each other. Let's just concentrate on that
because I'm gonna tell ya something, Mr. Dowling, I feel so at ease with
you. I just feel like meeting you today was meant to be. Does that creep
you out?"

"If you'd said that to me a few minutes after we met inside the Mall it
might have, but now it doesn't. I feel the same way. If we weren't in this
fucking parking lot I'd wanna see how much, or how little you'd care to
share a kiss with me. That's how I feel right now, Tim."

"I think I'd like that very much. I have an idea, though. I asked you out
on a date, so I am taking you to dinner tonight and it's my treat. You pick
me up at my house like we said, and we'll take it from there. At the end of
the evening if you still want to kiss me, well then, a kiss is what you'll
get!"

"Sounds fair. Look, this is going to be weird, but we're going to swing by
my house.  Like I said, my parents are old fashioned, and if they know I'm
going to dinner with a classmate, they're gonna wanna meet that
person. Let's just get that out of the way now, OK?"

"Well, that is a little odd, but it's fine. Parents generally like me, so
I'm not worried about it... Where do you live anyway?"

"Near Mt. Zion and Lexington. Not very fancy, but it's home," Brett smiled.

"OK, well, then why don't you introduce me to your parents, you change your
clothes, then we'll go to my house. I'll introduce you to my parents, get
changed and then we can go! It's not like we're on a strict timetable, or
anything. I'm just enjoying this. I really am, Brett. I am enjoying your
company and this day more than you know..."

"Me, too. OK, let's get the Ma and Pa Dowling thing over with!"

The boys pulled into the driveway at the Dowling home, an average sized
ranch home appearing to have been built around 1960 of a type and style
common for the neighborhood. It appeared to be well-kept like the rest of
the area, and while typical, had good curb appeal exhibiting a middle-class
family's pride of ownership.

Brett led Tim through the door, announcing, "Hi mom and dad, I'm home! I
brought a friend with me!"

"We're in the kitchen, Brett," a male voice called out.

"Follow me," Brett instructed Tim.

"Hi mom! Hi dad! I have a friend with me I want you to meet. Mom, dad, this
is Tim Dickson. Tim, my mom and dad."

Tim shook hands with Mr. and Mrs. Dowling letting them know that he was
pleased to meet them, smiling just right, and showing just enough deference
Brett thought Tim designed in order to ingratiate himself well with elders
that expected that sort of behavior. It was obvious to Brett that Tim had
polished manners when the situation called for it.

"Tim and I are gonna run out for dinner tonight and maybe catch a movie, or
something. I'm gonna go get changed. Tim, I'll just be a minute. Make
yourself at home," Brett announced.

"Dickson..." Mr. Dowling ruminated. "Name's familiar. You on the football
team?"

"Yes sir. Last year as a Junior I was the backup Quarterback. I hope to
start this year, sir."

"Well, you look the part anyway..." Mr. Dowling said
matter-of-factly. "What's your dad do for a living?"

"Oh, now, Herb!" Mrs. Dowling cut in. "Don't embarrass the boy!"

That's OK, Mrs. Dowling," Tim smiled. "My dad's an Attorney. His office is
downtown in the Hayes Block. My mom's a Math teacher at Marshall Middle
School. And I've got two older brothers. The next one in age to me is
David. He's in the Marines in Afghanistan right now. My oldest brother is
Kevin and he'll be a Senior at UW- Madison this year. He's majoring in
Finance. I'm in Brett's class at Craig."

"It sounds like you have a nice family, Tim." Mrs. Dowling said. "And now
that you mention it, I did meet your mom at parent-teacher conferences when
Brett had her for Ninth Grade Algebra. I remember Brett liked her. He did
well in her class."

"Thank you, Mrs. Dowling. I'll be sure to let my mom know that. In fact,
we're gonna stop by my house quick before we go out so I can change,
too. I'll make sure mom & dad get to talk to Brett for a little while
before we go." Tim smiled brightly.

"Where do you live, Tim?" Mr. Dowling asked.

"We live down on Winnebago Drive in the Indian Reservation
neighborhood. It's nice because most days I can just walk to school. I
think once I'm gone mom and dad might sell the house. It's the size they
needed when they had three kids, but I'm the last one and once I'm gone
they think it might be too big for them."

"Yup, the houses down that way are bigger than the ones in this
neighborhood, that's for sure... You gotta have money to live over there,"
Mr. Dowling growled.

Tim thought Mr. Dowling appeared to be a little gruff, but that underneath
he might be a decent man. Mrs. Dowling was a puzzle to him. She seemed to
know more than she let on. Tim tried his level best to show both manners
and maturity to Brett's parents, and to get on their good side. Tim wanted
so much for this evening to go well.

Once in his room, Brett had to decide what to wear. He decided immediately
not to overdress. He found a crisp pair of faded Levis 501's, a tight
fitting white wife beater, short-sleeved yellow Oxford shirt that would set
off his brown eyes, and a fabric belt. For shoes he decided on his Top
Siders without socks. He put a minimal amount of gel in his wavy blonde
hair, only enough to hold it in place, brushed his teeth and he was
done. Looking in the mirror, he was pleased. He thought the look was causal
yet neat, sexy yet proper. He thought it was subdued enough that it wasn't
over the top, but eye-catching enough to impress Tim. Brett knew his
parents wouldn't make a stink about it at any rate. The truth was, Brett
had enjoyed the past couple of hours with Tim, found him to be an engaging,
sweet person and wanted to see where this new friendship might go.

Walking back into the kitchen, Brett called out, "OK, I'm changed and ready
to go!  We're gonna go now, mom and dad. I won't be late."

"Be home by midnight!" Mr. Dowling said.

Mrs. Dowling noted in the back of her mind that Tim's eyes grew in size
when he saw Brett enter the kitchen dressed as he was.

"OK, dad..." Brett said.

Tim shook hands with Brett's parents once more, smiled and let them know,
"It was very nice to meet you Mr. and Mrs. Dowling. I hope we can meet
again sometime.  Thank you for inviting me into your home." And with that,
the boys were out the door.

"Seems OK for a rich kid..." Mr. Dowling said.

Once in the car, Brett looked at Tim and asked, "So did my dad give you the
treatment? How bad was it..."

"He was OK. A little gruff. I think he'll be just fine with me. You're
right, he did seem a little old fashioned, though."

"Are your mom and dad like that?"

"Oh fuck no! Dad's about as real as it gets, and mom, well, you'll have to
meet her to appreciate her. I know you had her for a math teacher and all,
but I mean the real person. Two things, though: first of all, they'll tell
you to call them by their first names. Dad is George, and mom's
Peggy. Second, they know I'm gay, so I'm fuckin' tellin' `em straight out
that you and I are going on a date. I don't see why not. Are you OK with
that?"

"Sure. I mean it's the truth. We're going on a date. If you're already out
to them, and that's the relationship you have with them, you should treat
them the same way you would otherwise! Besides, Tim, if our friendship
develops into something more, they're gonna know anyway, right?"

"Right. I hope our friendship does develop into something more, Brett,
because the past few hours have been awesome. I'll explain it all to you
after we have dinner. It's nothing bad, but I just need so much for someone
to listen. I hope you don't mind.  Anyway, I'm really glad to be here right
now with you! Thank you so much for giving me a chance."

"And thank you for giving me a chance, too, Tim. It works both ways, you
know..."  Brett then reached over to Tim and ruffled his hair. He took a
calculated risk doing that, but he needed to see how Tim would react. Tim
reacted by turning to look at Brett with a huge smile and a giggle.

"Brett, I just wanna say something. I'm gonna put my heart into being your
friend.  I'll say more about that later, too, but for now I just want you
to know that I mean what I am telling you."

"And I will do the same."

Brett pulled into Tim's driveway. Tim noted it appeared that both of his
parents were home. He admonished Brett not to be nervous and just to follow
his lead. Brett said that he was OK and that they should just get on with
it.

Walking in the door, Tim spotted his dad in the living room reading the
news on his iPad. "Hey, dad!"

"Well hello, Tim! I see we have a guest..." George Dickson rose, extended
his hand to Brett saying, "George Dickson, nice to meet you young man."

"I'm Brett Dowling, sir. I'm a friend of Tim's from school."

"Now, Brett, call me George. And none of this sir crap, either. We're
pretty informal around here. Can I get you guys a beer, or something?"

"No beer, dad! Brett and I are going out for dinner and then maybe a
movie. Brett's driving. Maybe one of mom's famous iced teas? Is Iced tea
OK, Brett?"

"Sure, I love iced tea," Brett smiled.

Just then, Peggy Dickson walked into the room. "Well, I see ya got company
there now, Timmy. Oh, I know you! You're Brett Dowling. I never forget one
of my kids, don'tcha know... My haven't you grown tall there and you're
just as handsome as ever! You were a good student, too, ya little shit. Let
me go getcha a tall iced tea there once. George, show Brett a nice place to
sit for a minute. I think Timmy better change if they're going out. He
looks like a street urchin next to Brett!"

Tim blanched, and Brett grinned from ear to ear.

"Yeah, I gotta go change, but first I got something I wanna tell you, mom
and dad.  Mom, dad, well, um, Brett and I are going out for dinner and
that's the truth, but the truth also is that I asked Brett out tonight on a
date. So, um, yeah, we're going out on a date. You guys always told me to
be honest, and, well, there ya have it!"

"Well, I sure don't see how ya coulda picked a cuter one!" Peggy said.

George chuckled, shook his head, looked up at Tim and simply said, "You
always were the earnest one, Tim." Then he looked at Brett and said, "Peggy
and I hope you two have a nice time tonight. Brett, as long as you're Tim's
friend, the Dickson home will always be open to you. Tim's friends are our
friends, you got that straight, son?"

"Yes sir...I mean, um, George. And thank you!"

"I'm gonna getcha that iced tea now, Brett. Timmy, you run along and
change! Dress nice for your date now!"

Tim ran to his room, anxious to get the date started. Tim had so much he
wanted and needed to tell Brett about himself, and he hoped that Brett
would be willing and able to take a chance on him. Once in his room, Tim
picked out a pair of Levis carpenter jeans, a long-sleeved red canvas shirt
rolled up on his forearms to set off his auburn hair, a black belt and
taking a cue from Brett going with Top Siders for shoes. He thought his
hair looked fine and didn't need any attention. Tim looked in the mirror
and mouthed to himself, "You better not fucking blow this!"

Coming back out into the living room, Brett looked at Tim with approving
eyes.  "Boy," Brett thought to himself, "this guy is fucking hot! You
better not blow this!"

"OK, well, I'm ready... Do I look OK?" Tim asked looking at his mother.

"Well, that's not for me to say, is it now, Timothy... You better just ask
your date what he thinks!"

"Do I look OK, Brett?"

"Um, you, uh, well...I mean, um... OK, you know what? You were honest
enough to tell your folks we're going on a date, so I'll be honest enough
to tell you how you look.... You look like a million bucks, Tim... I'm
ready to go if you are!"

Both George and Peggy Dickson laughed heartily at Brett's predicament and
then the way he manfully got himself out of it. They were both satisfied at
that point that their son had made a good choice on who to date.

Back in the car, Tim turned to Brett and said, "I'm so glad you agreed to
go out with me tonight! Now we just gotta decide where we wanna eat. I was
thinking about that old Supper Club up on 26 north of Milton. Their food is
good, and we'll get a private table just for the two of us. Would that be
OK?"

"Tim, I think that sounds very romantic if it's OK for me to use that
word. It's a perfect first date. I don't think I wanna see a movie
afterwards, though..."

"Oh, OK..." Tim said, crestfallen.

"No! Tim! What I mean is I'd like to go somewhere where we can just sit and
talk. If we went to a movie, we'd have to sit there with our mouths shut
the whole time and what I want to do is to get to know you. I want tonight
to be about quality time. You know, I have something I wanna tell ya..."

"OK, go ahead..."

"You wanna know what I thought when I saw how you looked after you came
back from changing your clothes?"

"What..."

"I thought to myself that I better not blow this, I mean blow our date
tonight. And I'm not going to blow it, either! That's why I don't want to
go to a movie. I can see a movie any time, but how many times can I go on a
first date with Tim Dickson?"

"Oh my God!" Tim gasped. "That's the same fucking thing I was thinking when
I was changing! When I was done, I checked myself over in the mirror, and I
looked myself in the eye and said `you better not blow this...'"

Both boys dissolved in laughter. From that point forward all the pressure
was off.

Even though Brett was driving, he took his right hand, found Tim's left
hand, interlaced their fingers and gave Tim's hand a squeeze. For his part,
Tim returned the squeeze, looked at Brett, smiled, and thought to himself,
"Jesus Christ what a catch this guy is!"

"Brett?"

"Yeah?"

"Neither one of us is gonna blow this. And after we eat, I know the perfect
place to go. I'd rather get to know you than see some dumbass movie, too. I
guess I was kinda hoping for that if you really wanna know..."

"Tim, I feel like I missed out by not making any effort to get to know you
before. I mean, we sat next to each other every day in class. I could have
at least said hello, or struck up some kind of a conversation. I'm sorry,
man. You are one sweet guy underneath that football uniform. I feel like
such a shit. I judged a book by its cover.  I'll never make that mistake
again."

"Look, Brett, let's just suppose you'd done that. It might not have
worked. I mean, it might have been too early for me, or for you, or
whatever. Fate brought us together when fate deemed the time was right. I'm
fine with it. I mean, here I am getting driven to dinner by one of the
hottest guys in the whole school! And one who seems like a real sweetheart
and a guy with some backbone. I'd have waited for that. I guess what I'm
trying to say is let's look forward. I'd like to have a nice meal, and then
I want to get to know the real Brett Dowling. The one behind the face.  The
Brett Dowling that only you know. I want to know what's in your heart,
Brett. And I'll let you know what's in mine."

"Jesus Christ, you're deep for a jock boy. I could get to like that, you
know. I've waited so long for a chance like this!"

"So have I, Brett. For now, let's enjoy a nice meal, and then we can do
what we want.  And I want you to know something else. Now, I will do
whatever is in your comfort zone, don't get me wrong, but I just want you
to know that if we do end up being boyfriends, and I kinda think that's
where this seems to be heading, I will not pretend at school that you're
not my boyfriend, or anything else that smells of cowardice. I will be open
about it. That doesn't mean I'm gonna go around advertising it because I
don't see any point in that, but it means that honesty will be my policy. I
am who I am, and I don't give a fuck."

"That's in my comfort zone, Tim. I agree a hundred percent. And for my
part, I won't out you. I gather Sean and Andy know you're gay. And your mom
and dad. What about the rest of the team, and the coach and stuff?"

"I haven't told them yet. This has all happened so fast. I will tell them,
and I won't wait to do it, but right now none of those people know. What
about your parents?  What if they fly off the handle?"

"Then I will just have to deal with that. I mean, it's not like I was gonna
wake up tomorrow, or next week and be straight, so it doesn't really
fucking matter. It was gonna happen sooner, or later anyway..."

"I like your balls, man. Well, you know what I mean!" Tim convulsed with
laughter. "I mean that I admire your courage, Brett. You are an uncommon
guy."

"So are you, Tim. Well, here we are! Let's go in and see if we can get a
table."

Tim led the way in as he'd eaten at the little country Supper Club many
times with his family, and his dad knew the owner. Tim walked up to the
Hostess station.  Presently a middle-aged woman came to the station, eyed
Tim and Brett up and down and asked them to produce their ID's.

"Ma'am, we're both only 17 years old, but we're here to eat dinner only. We
didn't come in hoping that we might be illegally served alcohol..." Tim
explained.

"I'm sorry, young men, but we can't seat you. This is an eating and
drinking establishment."

"Ma'am, we drove all the way up here from Janesville. My family's eaten
here many times in the past. We came because the food is always so good..."

"Young man, I'm sorry, but the rules are the rules. I don't make `em, you
know. Now, I truly am sorry, but I can't risk losing my job."

Just then, a burly man appearing to be in his late 50's or early 60's
walked up to the Hostess station. "Is there a problem, Mary Ann?"

"No, sir, it's just that these two nice young men came in and I explained
that because they're only 17 we can't seat them."

"Well, those are the rules, young men. Wait a minute! You! Red head! Aren't
you George Dickson's kid?"

"Yes, sir, my dad is George Dickson."

"Seat them, Mary Ann. First available. George Dickson is a personal friend
of mine.  Now, which one are you? Kevin is it?"

"No, sir, I'm Tim... And this is my friend Brett Dowling. We'll both be
Seniors at Craig this year."

"No shit, you're little Timmy Dickson? Well, fuckin'-A if you haven't grown
up! That's the thing with kids, one time you see `em and they're just
little booger eaters, and the next time you're lookin' at a full-grown
man. Look, I'm sorry, really guys, but I hope you understand Mary Ann was
doing her job. Enjoy your dinner."

"It's just fine, sir." Brett spoke up. "This looks like a nice place, and
the food does smell good. I'm sure we'll have an excellent meal."

"OK, well nice to meet you, Brett. And nice to see you again, Timmy! Say
hello to old George and Peggy for me, will you? And tell your dad next time
he brings the family up, the first round of drinks is on me."

The boys were seated in the quaint dining room that looked as if it could
have been out of the 1940's. Their table was off in a corner, fairly
private and it suited their mood well. When they placed their order, Tim
went for a Porterhouse steak, medium rare with mashed potatoes and a salad
with blue cheese dressing. Brett chose the roasted duck with wild rice
pilaf and a salad with cracked peppercorn dressing. When the waitress
brought their drinks it appeared that they mistakenly were served two small
glasses of red wine instead of the cokes that they'd ordered.  Little did
they know that the restaurant owner had called George Dickson to explain
the earlier seating snafu, and George had persuaded him that tonight was a
very special occasion for both young men, and could he see his way through
to serve them each a small glasses of non-alcoholic wine.

The boys ate their meals, thoroughly enjoying them and making small talk
throughout the meal. They smiled at each other just enough and were
animated just enough with each other that a few of the other diners
observed that they seemed like a young couple and smiled knowingly. One
elderly woman who appeared to be in her 80's said to her half-deaf husband,
"Cyril, that reminds me of us about 65 years ago. They're so precious at
that age..."

When the meal was done, Tim got out his debit card and paid the bill with
tip. He declined to take a cent from Brett. "Hey, dude, I asked you out,
remember, and I said dinner was my treat! Besides, I guess I'll ask you
right now...am I gonna get a second date out of this? That way it can be
your treat. But really, am I gonna get a second date?"

"Yes. And hopefully a third, fourth, fifth and keep counting. This was a
great meal, Tim, and I like this place. It was really thoughtful of you to
bring me here on our first date. It was perfect. Now, let's go talk to each
other. I'm ready."

"OK, me, too!" Tim said with glee.

"Where are we going?"

"OK, drive us to Riverside Golf Course. Now, I usually golf at the COUntry
Club, but one of the holes at Riverside, I forget which one it is, but it's
just so beautiful. We can sit and talk for a little while until it's park
closing time, and then if it's not too late, I'd like to invite you back to
my house."

"That sounds awesome!"

It was about a 25-minute drive to the golf course, and little was said on
the trip, although they did hold hands. Arriving at the course, Tim pointed
the way to a spectacularly beautiful golf hole that lay athwart and old
riverbed with the green perched high on a steep hill overlooking the
gorge. Tim led them to a spot under a large, old tree where they had a view
of the entire old riverbed, the adjoining hole, and the clubhouse.

"Wow, Tim! This is so beautiful! You're just one surprise after another!"

"I said, Brett, that I wanted tonight to be about quality time. I hope it's
meeting your expectations." Tim winked at Brett.

"Tim, everything's been perfect. Now, let's talk."

"OK, I'll go first. You see, maybe once I was about fourteen or so I
started thinking that I might not be like the other guys. But then, well,
you know how school and everything is. I went on some dates with a few
girls. I hated it. I only did it because everyone else was doing it. Yeah,
I've fucked a few girls and I hated that, too! But I made a mistake. What I
did was push everything about myself so far down inside me. I figured if it
was way down there it would go away, but it didn't. In the last few months,
or so, it's been ripping me apart. You might think this is all crap, Brett,
but it's the truth. I've been so lonely. My friends go out on dates and
stuff and I stay at home alone. Then when Wymo and Cass moved to town, I
dunno what it was, but they came out to me and the guys on the team the
first time we met them. I admired them so much for having the guts to do
that, but it made me even sadder at my own situation. The stuff I buried
about being gay ate at me worse and worse every day. I thought I might
crack up. When I couldn't take it any more, I came out to Wymo and
Cass. They said they'd help me. They even said they'd help me find a
boyfriend. I just couldn't go on like that, Brett. I want someone who I can
love. I have a lot of love to give, and I'd really like to share it with
someone. Does any of that make sense?"

"Um, Tim..."

"Yeah?" Tim said with tears in his eyes.

"Tim, dry your eyes. Your friend Andy did help you."

"What?"

"He said he'd help you find a boyfriend. He didn't know it, but when he
mashed his crutch into my foot, that's exactly what he did. If he hadn't
done that, we wouldn't be sitting here right now."

"What are you saying, Brett?" Tim could hardly breathe if what he thought
might be coming next actually came next.

"Tim, I feel the same way you do except I don't have sports to fall back
on. I'm a nerd, I don't have many friends, and I've been lonely, too. Every
day I wonder if the day will ever come that I meet Prince Charming. Well,
that day came today. That is, if you'll have me."

"Brett, are you saying that you will be my boyfriend?"

"Yes. I will be your boyfriend. Will you be mine?"

"Yes. I will." Tim began shaking like a leaf and sobbing. "I never thought
this would happen to me. Oh, God, I am so lucky..."

Brett reached up to dry Tim's eyes. His heart went out to the big
auburn-haired jock sitting next to him. Instinctively, Brett reached with
his hand to Tim's chin. He turned Tim's chin up and toward himself, looked
deeply into Tim's sad eyes, leaned in and kissed Tim with a gentle yet
passionate kiss. Tim offered no resistance and began kissing Brett
back. Soon their lips parted and their tongues danced. Both boys were
hugging each other tight, kissing with abandon and moaning. At once, they
fell to the side with Brett on top of Tim. Both boys could feel their
erections rubbing one against the other, still kissing, in unison set up a
slow, sensual grinding of their hard cocks. For several minutes they kept
this up as their kissing became more passionate, and their moaning louder.

Brett broke the kiss, whispering to Tim, "Should we keep going? I mean,
where do you want this to go? Please tell me..."

With that, Tim arose, pulled Brett up by the hand and led him off into the
wooded rough. "Here's where I want this to go, Brett. I hope this is
OK... Let me do this now."

Tim stood Brett up against a tree, unbuttoned his 501's, knelt in front of
him and took Brett's hard cock into his mouth. It didn't take Tim long
before he had the entire length and girth of Brett's good-sized cock in his
throat. Brett was hissing, "Oh shit! Oh fuck! Timmmmmm! Shit that feels
good! Tim! Oh, Tim! Keep going! Fuck!"

Tim reached around with his left hand searching for Brett's hole, and once
he found it he let his index finger dance delicately over it the same way
he had pleasured himself so many times before. Brett jumped when Tim did
this. "Fuck, Tim! Tim, I think I'm close! Keep going! Suck my cock! Suck
me! I'm gonna cum! Oh Fuck! Shit!  Fucking Shit! I'm cumming! Uhhhhhhh,
Unghhhhh! Ohhhhhh! Fuck!!!!!  Fucccckkkkkkk!"

Brett pumped wave after wave of hot cum down Tim's throat and Tim swallowed
every drop. Tim stood, took Brett in his arms, held him tight and kissed
him. "I think I love you, Brett... Was that OK? I mean that I did that?
Please don't say I scared you off!"

"Tim, I think I love you, too! I mean how did we get this far in one day? I
don't know, but what I do know is what is in your heart, and I want to be
the one you share it with. Please say yes."

"Yes!" Tim said emphatically.

"Tim, will you fuck me?"

"Do we have lube?"

"Um, I brought some just in case. I want you to cum inside me. I want to
feel your cock inside me. Please fuck me, Tim..."

Tim made gentle and passionate love to Brett that night, filling his new
lover's ass with his seed. Brett was not as gentle of a bottom as Tim might
have thought. For one thing, there was almost no height difference between
the two boys, and Tim was only about ten pounds heavier. Unlike a girl,
which was Tim's only reference point, he had a partner who was his own
size, and had a man's body. He liked the feel of Brett's smooth skin and
the way Brett met Tim's strokes by shoving his ass back into Tim's raging
dick. When Tim came, he had never cum so hard in his life. It was
incredible. His entire body was wracked with and shattered by a total
earthquake.  For almost two minutes he was unable to stand. And he knew it
right then. He knew this boy was special, and he knew that he loved him. He
knew that at last he could share his heart. He thanked God for leading
Brett to him.

"Tim?" Brett whispered.

"Yes?"

"Thank you for making love to me."

"Please spend the night with me? I'm not ready to let you go just yet..."

"I'll have to ask my parents, but it shouldn't be a problem. I'll probably
have to take the car back, but that's not a big deal. For now, let's go
back to your house and see if it's OK with your mom and dad. I'd really
like to spend the night with you, Tim. This whole day has been so
overwhelming, but at the same time it's been the best day of my life! We
can talk some more, too. There's so much we still have to share with each
other, and I want you to know I'm ready for it. I am so fucking ready."

Tim simply beamed. "I am one lucky dude." he said. "One real fucking lucky
dude."

Back at Tim's, the boys went in through the front door. George and Peggy
Dickson were in the living room watching the Smithsonian Channel. "Oh there
ya are now, boys! Didja have yerselves a real good time?" Peggy called out.

"Yes, we did, mom! We had a real nice dinner, then we decided not to go to
a movie so we went to Riveside Golf Course and just sat and talked. It was
really nice."

"How `bout you, there, Brett? You have as good of a time as Tim did?"
George asked winking at Brett.

"I did for sure, and I'm really glad to have had the chance to get to know
Tim better tonight."

"Mom, dad, I asked Brett to stay over tonight. If it's OK with you, Brett
will call his parents and ask. We might have to take his car back home
though in case his mom needs it in the morning. So, is that OK with you
guys?"

"Oh, Timothy, we'd be glad to have Brett as our guest ya know!" Peggy
said. "Now, Brett why don'tcha call over to your place and see if it's
OK. If you get any guff, you give me the phone and it'll be OK! If ya do
end up stayin' over, though, we have everything two guys your age will
need! Like George said, our home is your home!"

Brett turned crimson. "Um, I don't exactly know how to say this, but you
guys are so hospitable. Thank you for inviting me. I really appreciate it."

"OK, well, Brett go make yer call once. If yer gonna stay, I'll need to get
you guys some drinks and some snacks! Oh, and a fresh toothbrush for ya!"

"Brett, follow me." Tim said. Tim led Brett to the kitchen. "OK, go ahead
and call. I'll be in the living room.

Tim walked back into the living room where George looked up and said,
"Well, Tim, is it serious with Brett?"

"I think so, dad. He's awfully nice, and let me tell you, he's got a
backbone. And he doesn't bullshit. I guess time will tell, but for now if I
had to lay a bet on it, I think this is gonna go. Do you guys like him?"

"Your mother and I talked about that, and from what little we've seen, he's
polite, well dressed, carries himself well, and he's damn handsome. Your
mother remembers him as a good student. So I guess we'd have to say so far,
so good. Yes, we like him, Tim."

Just then Brett returned from the kitchen. "OK, I can stay. We do have to
take the car back, though. Tim, do you wanna follow me and then we can come
back? I guess that's the only way to do this... Thanks again for having me!
I just want to tell you all what a great day this has been for me!"

"Anytime, Brett." George said. "Brett, if it's OK, can I have a quick word
with you in the kitchen?"

"Ye..Yes. Sure," Brett replied with a look of fright on his face.

"No big deal, son, I just have a question is all. I don't bite. Just follow
me" George smiled.

When they got to the kitchen, George looked at Brett, smiled and said, "I
just wanted to say that Tim seems quite taken with you. Peggy and I like
you, too, son. All I want to know is how you feel about Tim. Please be
honest with me."

"OK, well, um, George, I can see that you are honest people. I've known Tim
at school for years, but today and tonight was the first time I really got
to know him. I, um, well, I hope this doesn't sound weird, or corny, but
I'm pretty sure I'm falling in love with him. And I'm pretty sure he's
falling in love with me. That's my honest answer, and I hope it's good
enough."

George extended his hand. "Welcome to the family, Brett. I'm proud my son
picked such a fine young man as yourself. Now, go on, you need to return
your mom's car and get your ass back here!"

Brett bounded out, a huge smile on his face and said, "OK, Tim, let's
roll. We'll be back soon!"

Tim followed him out the door with a totally puzzled look on his face.

"OK, George!" Peggy said with arched eyebrows, "Now what didja drag poor
Brett into the kitchen for!"

"Peg, I asked him man-to-man how he felt about Tim, and he looked me in the
eye man-to-man and gave me his honest answer. He said he's falling in love
with Tim, and he's pretty sure Tim's falling in love with him. He told me
that was his honest answer and that he hoped it was good enough. That took
courage. Brett is a fine young man, and that's all I wanted to know. I
believe they're in love, Peg..."

"Well, Jesus on a stick, George, anyone coulda toldja ya that! You see how
they look at each other? I think he'll be good for Tim. Tim's been eating
himself up over being gay for a while now. He deserves to be happy, and be
himself. We have a fine son, and he wouldn't pick someone who'd be bad for
him. We need to support these kids, George. We need to be ready if Brett's
parents aren't as open to stuff like this as we are. Just keep that in the
back of your head now, don'tcha know..."

"Of course, Peg. I just wanted to hear it from Brett man-to-man. You know,
the whole world doesn't always treat gay folks like we do. These two will
need to have a tough skin. I can see Brett does. When he answered me he
looked me right in the eye and didn't flinch. He's a good man."

"OK, I see you were doing the guy thing over there, ya old coot! Well, OK,
here's another guy thing for ya, then. What about them having sex?"

"Peg, they're two 17- or 18-year-old boys. Don't worry, they'll have sex
alright. A lot of sex. In fact, it wouldn't surprise me if they've already
done it. I guess at least there's no risk of pregnancy... Don't worry, I'll
have the sex talk with them... Tim's our son, and I know that Brett trusts
me, so it'll be OK..."

"That's fine, George! I know you'll handle it the right way. I'm happy for
Tim, ya know."

In the car on the way to Brett's house, Tim asked, "So what in the world
did my dad want?"

"Oh, well, he asked me how I felt about you. He asked me for an honest
answer, so I told him I was falling in love with you, and I thought you
were falling in love with me. I told him that was my honest answer, and
that I hoped it was good enough..."

"No shit? Brett, I know my dad. Let me tell you, with that answer you
knocked it out of the park. He doesn't like bullshit, or half answers. He's
a great guy, but he doesn't suffer fools. I swear, that was fucking
awesome. Trust me, you made a huge impression on him."

"Then he shook my hand, said welcome to the family, and said he was proud
that you picked a fine young man like me! Your dad's amazing!"

"Yes he is. He likes you, I can tell."

"Good! Now, let's get this car returned and get back to your place!"

Once Brett had run the keys in and returned to Tim's car the two were off
back to Tim's house. Tim looked over and asked, "So will you sleep with me
tonight?"

"Of course, ya big goof! You sucked me off, and then you fucked me, so why
would I not sleep with you? Besides, I really want to. I never slept with
another guy, and not with another guy that I love, so this will be the
icing on the cake. Can we sleep naked? I wanna feel you naked next to me."

"Fuck yeah, I'll sleep with you naked! You know, tomorrow I wanna meet with
some guys from the team, and I want you there. I'm gonna come out. I'll
make sure Cass and Wymo are there, too. We need to get this part behind
us."

"I agree. And you need to get it behind you before practice starts which is
Monday if I'm not mistaken. I don't know any of those guys, really, so I'll
just follow your lead.  I'll be fine."

"You've got guts, ya know that, Brett? Don't worry about my
teammates. They're great guys. You will automatically be one of us now,
just like Cass is. We'll have the meeting at my house. You know, this might
sound dumb, but you're pretty big, and you have the right build. You ever
think about playing football?"

"No, but I'm a fast runner. I'm just don't hit people is all..."

"Well, we're a little weak at wide receiver this year. You're tall and as
you say fast which are the pre-requisites for that position, and even if
you didn't make first team, just consider giving it a try. If you don't
want to, that's fine, too. I'm just sayin' is all..."

"I'll think about it."

"OK, that's all I can ask. Well, that and next time, I want you to fuck
me. I've always wanted a cock up my butt. I want your cock up my butt. You
have a gorgeous cock, Brett. And when I sucked you, you came so heavy. I'd
love to feel that in my ass."

"You got it, Mister Football Quarterback! You have a really hot ass, too!
I'll do ya for sure! I'll make you my biotch!"

Both boys roared with laughter.

Walking back into the Dickson home, Peggy told them that George wanted to
see them on the patio. When they got there, George called out, "Have a
seat, guys! How about a beer?"

Both boys agreed they'd have a beer with George.

"OK, boys! Tim, your mom made me do this... This is the sex talk. I'll make
it short and sweet. It wasn't too long ago that I was your age. I remember
what it's like...  Guys your age are horny all the time. It is what it
is. And I know you're gonna have sex. Probably a lot of sex. All I'm saying
is just please use your heads. I know you are responsible young men, and
that you won't do anything stupid. OK, done!"

"Dad!" Tim laughed. "You called us out here for THAT?"

"Well, like I said, your mom made me do it, so there ya go! What do you
think, Brett?"

"Don't worry, we'll use our heads. We won't be stupid, I promise! You
promise, too, Tim?"

"Yeah..."

"You're good men, Tim and Brett! Now that that's over with, let's enjoy our
beers!"

The three men talked on the patio for about an hour. George liked what he
was seeing in Brett more and more as the evening went by. He saw what he
thought was probably a somewhat shy boy, but one that had brains and
guts. And he could tell that his son was totally taken by the tall blonde
boy. At last, George rose from the table saying, "Well, guys, it's time I
hit the sack! Morning comes early! You guys be sure to behave yourselves,
now..." And with that, he winked at both of the boys and headed inside.

"Jesus, your dad's a trip!" Brett chuckled.

"That he is, but he's really a great guy. If anyone ever needed someone to
have their back, my dad's the guy," Tim proudly stated.

"Well, Timothy, I think I'm about ready for bed." Brett said with a sly
smile. "Whadya think?"

"I think I'm ready for bed, too. Follow me!"

Tim led Brett to his room, which was located on the other end of the long,
low ranch home from his parent's room. Opening the door for Brett, Tim
softly said, "After you!"

Brett walked in to a very tidy room, which was large and well appointed. It
was obviously a teenage boy's room, but kept much better than
average. Brett was impressed. Also impressing Brett was the Queen size bed,
neatly made and with plenty of pillows. Brett felt he'd be comfortable
sleeping here. Once Tim was in the room, and the door shut, Brett softly
padded up behind Tim, hugged him close from behind whispering, "I'm going
to undress you. Just let me do it. It will be sexy, but first I am going to
undress."

Tim turned around just enough so that he could see his boy as he shucked
his clothing. He marveled at Brett's smooth, creamy skin and the
proportions of his body. Without clothing, Brett was a good bit more
muscular than he appeared to be with clothing. He watched Brett's loose
golden curls wave from side to side as piece by piece he became
naked. Tim's eyes traveled to Brett's half hard cock, which was quite large
and was topped by a nice bush of dark blonde pubes that rose up into an eye
catching treasure trail. In Tim's eyes this was a first-class example of
late teenage male beauty.

Brett softly strode behind Tim and began undressing him by loosening his
belt, unzipping his jeans and lowering them to the floor. Reaching
underneath Tim's shirt with the palms of his hands Brett lightly explored
Tim's torso and chest. The well- exercised tautness of his lover's body
resulted in Brett's cock reaching full hardness.  In a single motion, Brett
had Tim's shirt off. All that remained was his underwear, which, after
slipping his fingers around the elastic, massaging Tim's well rounded,
pleasingly fuzzy buns, and caressing Tim's also now fully hard cock, Brett
removed in a flash. He hugged Tim tightly into him from behind, his hard
dick lodged in Tim's ass crack. Brett kissed Tim's neck softly, tongued his
ear, which drove Tim into shivers. He began moving his hips making his hard
pole cruise up and down the downy crack of Tim's ass.

Tim moaned, and in guttural tones admonished Brett to take him.

"Not so fast, Bucko... I want this to be perfect. I want both of us to
relish this moment. I want us to remember this night always, Tim."

Brett led Tim to the bed, and outstretched his arm in a motion indicating
Tim should get on the bed. "Lie face down!" Brett ordered. Tim
complied. Brett parted Tim's buns, lay his mouth on Tim's asshole, and
suckled it. Tim's body became rigid. Tim gasped, and then bucked. He begged
Brett to fuck him. Brett was having none of it.  Gradually, Brett's oral
ministrations to Tim's anus resulted in Tim turning into jelly, moving his
buttocks in a circular motion and softly moaning Brett's name.

Brett removed himself from Tim's butt asking, "Are you ready now, my love?"

"Yes!" Tim hissed. "Fuck me, Brett! I want this so much!"

"I won't make you wait any more, Tim! Flip over on your back!"

Brett reached for the lube, making ready to lube up his boy's hole and
ravish him. He lifted Tim's ample thighs up, squirted a large dollop of
lube onto his index finger, greased up Tim's hole and inserted his
finger. Tim gasped. "Yessssss!!! Oh, Brett!  Stick it in farther! Don't go
easy on me! Fuck me hard! Oh, God!!!!"

Brett deemed Tim to be ready, quickly greased up his pole, jacked it to
full hardness and assumed the position. He bore down on Tim's hole with
abandon. Brett was a natural, and after only initial clumsiness Brett's
dick was buried to the hilt. "Oh yeah!!!! Fuck me, Brett!!! Take me!!! Fuck
you feel so good!!! C'mon, FUCK ME!!!!"

Brett did as he was asked to do, and the truth was Brett could wait no
longer, either.  The intimacy between the two young men drove Brett crazy
with lust. He wanted this, he needed it, and he was going to have his way
with Tim. Slowly at first, but surely he fucked Tim's ass. Tim for his part
writhed and hissed under his lover's taking. With each stroke he felt
Brett's cock ram his prostate. Tim transitioned into delirium. He knew he
couldn't last much longer.

"Fuck me, Brett! Fuck me harder! Faster! I'm gonna cum soon! I love you
Brett!!!  Please fuck me!!!! C'mon, FUCK ME!!!!" Tim began jacking his
leaking dick at lightning speed. He'd lost all grip on reality as Brett
pounded his ass with a strength and force Tim couldn't have imagined.

Tim's jacking set Brett on the unstoppable climb to orgasm. "Oh shit! Tim,
I'm gonna cum! Oh God, I'm gonna cum!!! Jack that dick, Tim! Cum for me!!!
Make me cum, Tim!!! Oh, fuck I'm cummmmming!!! I'm cumming, Tim! God!
Fuuuuuck! Oh shit!!!!  Uhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Christ!!!! Tim's body went rigid as
he shot a huge load that went everywhere, his body writhing and spasming
uncontrollably. That pushed Brett over the edge. Brett filled Tim's ass
with what felt like a gallon of cum. Tim felt Brett empty himself into his
bowels. Brett crumpled on top of Tim. Both boys felt their hearts beating
as one a mile a minute.

They lay that way for a long while, each one unable to come down from
orgasm for some minutes. Brett could smell Tim's cum in the room. It was a
smell he'd never forget. The smell of love and lust.

Gradually they returned to Earth just enough to gaze into each other's
eyes, smiling, and not saying a word. Nothing needed to be said.

Disengaging from their coupling, Tim instructed Brett to stay in the bed,
returning a minute later with two towels and two washcloths dampened with
hot water. "Here, let me clean you, Brett. With a tender touch Tim cleaned
Brett's cock, balls and hands. He gently wiped him dry with the soft
towel. In his turn, Brett returned the favor cleaning Tim's ass and drying
him.

Tim gathered the cloths and towels, folding them up into one of the towels
and placing them at the foot of the bed. "I'll wash those in the
morning. If mom did it, she'd tease us for the next two weeks!"

"Tim?"

"Yes, Brett?"

"Was I OK? Was it worth it?"

"Oh, God, Brett... You drove me into another world! I've wanted this
forever – someone to love. You were perfect, and this whole day was
perfect! I love you, Brett!  Now it's my turn to ask. Was I OK? How do you
feel right now?"

"Like you said, it was all perfect! And I love you, too. I want us to love
each other.  Always. Let's snuggle up and go to sleep! We have a big day
tomorrow! You're gonna come out to your teammates, and I'll support you all
the way."

"Brett, please stick with me...I don't want to be lonely anymore."

"I'm sticking with you like dog hair on a jelly bean, Timmy!"

The next evening, the football team gathered in the Dickson back yard, the
crowd including Brett and Andy as well. It was pretty much the same bunch
of guys that greeted Sean and Andy that night a while ago. Tim had already
told Cunns what he had to tell everyone, and true to form Cunns stood by
his friend with his `who gives a fuck' attitude. Peggy and George provided
the guys with snacks and sodas, and as far as it appeared it was a typical
informal-done-right gathering at the Dickson home.

All the boys chatted easily with each other mostly talking about their
prospects for the upcoming season. They all knew that on paper they had
what it took to go all the way, and as a group they were bound and
determined to do it. After a time, Tim was ready to say what he had to
say. He sought out Sean for a last minute pep talk. "Jeez, Wymo, I ain't
nervous, or anything, but I just wonder how everyone will feel being called
over here just so they can hear me tell `em I'm a fudge packer... I really
hope they take a shine to Brett. Brett insisted that if I was gonna go
through with this that he'd be at my side, and if I outted myself, then by
God he'd be outted, too."

"You scored a winner with Brett, Dix. He might think of himself as a nerd,
or whatever, but he's absolutely fearless. I can see you're happy, Dix, and
that's all that counts in the end, ya know? I know this is all happening
really fast for you two, but trust me, go with it. OK, bud, it's time. Get
your ass up there and just tell it like it is!"  Sean reached out to shake
Tim's hand and clap him on the back.

"Hey, guys!" Tim announced in a strong, firm voice. Gradually the din died
down, and all eyes were on Tim. "OK! Well, guys thanks for coming over
tonight. I'm gonna make this real short and sweet. Most of us have known
each other for years.  Sometimes in life there's things that are out of our
control, you know, those times when ya just gotta look at what's in front
of your face and go `it is what it is.' Well, that's why I asked everyone
over tonight, because this is one of those times. This has been a tough
Summer for me, guys. I had a lot of time to look inside myself and I
discovered a few things that I always knew were there, but I'd been a
coward and buried way down deep inside myself. It started to tear me
apart. I didn't like the person I saw in the mirror. I felt like I was
gonna just break down at any moment.  I've experienced depression and
loneliness that I never knew could exist. A person can only go on like that
for so long because like the old saying goes, the truth will out. So, I'm
gonna tell ya all what I have to say and then if anyone wants to say
anything to me, well, go right ahead, but I need to get this off my
chest. The truth is, guys, I'm gay. It doesn't get any fancier than that,
and there you have it. That's all I have to say."

No one said a word at first. After a long silence Cunns stood up and
started clapping.  One by one the rest of the team followed. Tim was
speechless and sheepishly looked at the ground, pawing at it with his right
foot. He hadn't expected this reaction, and in that moment he knew that for
the coming season this bunch of guys was a team.

"Guys?" Tim croaked out. "I got just one other thing to say, and then we
can get back to our little party. First of all, I'm damn lucky to have
found the greatest guy in the world, and even though most of you know him
from school, I'm gonna ask everyone to make an effort to really get to know
him. I was lonely and falling apart. Then, totally by accident, I met this
guy for real. This is the guy who's putting me back together. He's a guy
anyone would be proud to have for a friend, and I couldn't have gone
through this tonight without his encouragement and support. Guys, I'm gonna
introduce my boyfriend. Brett, please come here."

Brett stood and walked over by Tim. Unlike Tim, Brett did not look the
least bit sheepish. He wasn't nervous at all. He stood ramrod straight and
didn't speak a word. He decided that this moment was not the time, or the
place for that. These guys had not been his friends in the past, and
although none of them had ever picked on, or bullied him, in Brett's eyes
it would be unseemly to assume that these guys would automatically befriend
him simply because he was Tim's lover.

A couple of the guys made remarks along the lines that it was surprising
Brett and Tim ended up together because Brett had always been a shrimpy
little nerd, but looking at how much he'd grown, and standing level even
with Tim, they had to admit that he did look like Tim's equal. One guy
remarked that he thought Brett had balls even to be there, and noted that
Brett looked pretty much at ease. Most agreed that they should welcome
Brett if that's what Tim asked them to do. There were, though, one or two
private grumbles that went unheard.

The evening went on for a couple hours. Most of the guys made the effort to
speak to Brett, and those that did came away impressed. Cunns told Brett
that even though he wasn't gay that he was glad Tim had some support. "I
could tell something was really eating him. He was as tight as a drum, but
he seems like the old Dix tonight.  I'm glad you came along." Cunns said.

"Me, too." Brett answered. "I've never met anyone in my life that's as kind
as Tim is.  He went through hell, and I guess when he couldn't take it
anymore and reached out for help, I just happened to be the one who was
around. There was no way I could say no to him. It broke my heart to hear
him talk about the fear and the loneliness.  There was no way I was just
gonna walk on by. And the truth is, I needed him as much as he needed
me. Anyway, Tim said I should try out for the team. What do you think? I've
never played football before! I don't have any experience, so I'm not sure
of what value I'd be to a team that wants to win a championship..."

"Brett, let me tell you what value you'd have. Now, I know that I've got a
reputation of being a smartass, but I'm not stupid. Dix loves you,
man. Anyone can fucking see that. The value you'd have is in your support
to Dix, and even if it was nothing beyond that, that's value to the
team. So don't tell me you'd be of no value. Please give what I said some
thought... Besides, you never know, you might find out you're a good
player..."

"You know," Brett said looking Cunns square in the eye, "you're right. I'm
a little embarrassed, but I honestly hadn't thought of it from that point
of view. I guess maybe because I might have thought it would look weird to
you guys, or whatever, if I just appeared out of nowhere as Tim's boyfriend
and then wanted to be on the team. Anyway, thanks for telling me that! It's
a lot to think about!" Brett smiled his captivating smile at Cunns who
thought Brett was beautiful enough that if he had a pussy he'd fuck him.

Cunns reached out to shake Brett's hand, telling him, "You're a good dude,
Brett. I can see why Dix is with you. You're one of us now, bro..."

"That means a lot!" Brett said, "I'll still always be just Brett,
though..."

"That's the way to be, man." Cunns nodded. "Don't ever change yourself just
for other people."

"Thanks, man!" Brett said. "You guys are a good bunch of dudes. I'm really
glad tonight went well for Tim. I don't expect you to understand a hundred
percent, but Tim's the best thing that's ever happened to me..."

"Well, then, best to keep that in mind," Cunns grinned.

"If you'll excuse me, I'm gonna find Tim. I got something I wanna tell
him. And thanks again!" Brett smiled and actually slapped Cunns on the
back.

As Brett made his way over to Tim, Cunns thought to himself that maybe one
day he'd be so lucky.

Brett found Tim talking to some of the other guys, walked up but did not
interrupt.  The guys Tim was talking to acknowledged Brett with nods of
their heads in typical teenage jock fashion. Brett nodded back, but did not
smile knowing that is not customary to use the nod greeting with a smile as
the simple nod is meant as a mark of respect and nothing more. Tim, as he
was sometimes wont to do, started talking a little bit before his brain was
fully engaged and blurted out, "Hey, lover boy! This is going really good
tonight! Fuckin-A, man, all the guys are telling me you're the balls!"

"Well, I only got two of `em and they're attached to my fucking crotch!"
Brett teased.

The other guys around Tim guffawed.

"Seriously, though, I'm enjoying meeting everyone." Brett said. Then he
looked at Tim and said, "Tim, when you have a minute..."

"Excuse us, guys..." Tim said, and the other boys nodded.

After walking a short distance away, Tim looked at Brett and asked
earnestly, "Is everything OK?"

"More than OK, Tim. Look, I was talking to Cunns for a little bit, and he
was able to help me with something. I just want to let you know that I will
be trying out for the football team."

"Really?" Tim exclaimed. "Brett, that's fucking awesome! Once again, you've
made me the happiest guy! You just don't know!"

"Well, I am a little embarrassed. Cunns told me I should do it to show my
support for you, and that alone would be of value to the team. I'm ashamed
I had to have someone else tell me that. I should have figured it out on my
own. But, if I say I am going to do it, then I will, and I'll be all in,
too! I promise you I will try my best!"

"I know you will, hun... And don't worry that Cunns gave you a different
way to look at it. I mean, this has all happened so fast. For both of us. I
love you, Brett. More than anything..."

"I know, and I love you, too!" We can talk about this more later. I would
at least like to make the team, though..."

"Listen, if you can fuck our opponents the way you fucked me last night,
you'll make the team," Tim smiled slyly and winked.

"OK, well, maybe you'll be getting more of that, Mr. Quarterback! You've
got one hell of a fuckable ass there, boyfriend!"

Just then, Sean and Andy came over. "Hey, you two homos!" Andy said. "OK,
so it looked like it went pretty well. What's you guys' take?"

"Well, Brett, why don't you tell `em!" Tim said deferring to his boy.

"Well, I don't have anything to gauge it by, but I think it went well. The
rest of the guys were welcoming. Oh, and Cunns talked me into trying out
for the team!"

"Really!" Sean said. "Well, we're gonna hafta figure out what position best
suits you.  Quarterbacks' out. Dix and I got that covered. From your height
and build, I'd say you're maybe a little light to be a Tight End. Depending
on your speed, footwork and hands I'd say Wide Receiver, Cornerback or
Safety. Possibly Linebacker if yer mean enough. You're not heavy enough to
be a Lineman, and you probably lack the experience to be a Running Back,
which is one of the toughest positions there is. I mean those guys take a
real pounding."

"Jeez, Wymo..." Brett said. "Ya ever think maybe I'd like taking a
pounding..."

All four guys laughed so hard they were coughing. Their coughing fit was
interrupted by Cunns calling for a team huddle. "OK, guys, everybody over
here!"

All the guys gathered around Cunns in a series of concentric
circles. "Guys, nights like tonight don't come along too often. Like I was
telling Dowls – that's yer name now, Brett – everyone knows me as a
smartass, but I certainly ain't a dumbass, so here's the deal: we're a
tight bunch of guys. The love and respect on this team is deeper than any
ocean, and that was proven here tonight. We know we got what it takes to
win the Big Eight, and hell, even State. Let's get real. We do. That's the
goal we're setting ourselves right here, right now. Tonight one of our
team's leaders trusted us all enough to bare his soul. When he needed us we
supported him. All of us. Because if we don't support him the team
suffers. We're a team, guys. We're gonna be the only team in the State of
Wisconsin to be led into battle by not one, but two top-shelf gay
Quarterbacks and we don't give a shit. The only thing we give a shit about
is winning, and these guys are winners. Guys, we will be proud to be led
into battle by these two guys. Any time. Anywhere."

Cunns, ever the dramatist even though no one else on the team noticed,
followed that up with an appropriate length of silence to further build
emotion, and then bellowed out, "Am I right?"

The entire team broke into a deafening cheer.

"That's what I needed to hear." Cunns concluded, and then turned and strode
off.

All except for Andy and Sean who remained behind saw Tim and Brett on the
way out and told them they both had a lot of balls, and that their trust
would be repaid.  Several of the guys encouraged Brett to try out for the
team as well, and he indicated he would. George and Peggy Dickson had
discreetly observed the young men from a semi-hidden window, and they both
were misty-eyed with pride at their youngest son's unvarnished courage, and
the stoutness with which his friends supported him.  "We have three fine
young men as son's, Peg." George said.

"That we do, George. Or is it four now?"

"It could be four, Peg. You know, Tim did tell us Brett's apprehensive
about coming out to his folks, especially his dad. He won't be able to hide
his relationship with Tim from them for more than a couple of weeks and we
both know that. I don't think it's in Brett's nature to be a hider anyway,
and he's no chicken shit, either. Brett will tell them point blank what the
story is, and at that time we'll know better. He'll expect his parents to
accept it, even if not gracefully, but if they don't then we should be
ready in case Brett needs us."

"You always were the planner there, George. I'll get David's room ready
enough so that if Brett needs it, it's done but I won't do so much as to
make Timmy suspicious.  You know, I'll just vacuum it, change the bedding
and make room in the closet and the bureau. I'll get some fresh toiletries
stocked, too. If we don't need `em for Brett, we'll use `em ourselves. No
trouble at all, don'tcha know! Brett's been good for Timmy. Those two boys
are very much alike."

"Yes, they are. They'll both stand there and tell you the truth. And
they've both got strong personalities. I told Brett our home would always
be open to him. That's the kind of people we are, Peg. We'll let the
situation play out and then we'll know how it's gonna go for Brett. Either
way, I love the boy."

"Oh ya, me too, George. He was such a sweet boy when I had him for Math at
Marshall. The only difference is that he's a lot bigger now. Every time I
see him I see that little Brett Dowling peeking out of that blonde hair
with those big, brown doe eyes wantin' to know did he do his homework
right. I looked back in my records, and he was an A student. I don't see
any difference now."

"I expect Tim will be a little down that Brett's not spending the night
again tonight.  That's OK, they'll have plenty of time for screwing. I hope
they get a lot of it in, too.  Once ya hit our age, it's not like it was
then."

"No, it ain't, George, and that's fine. Besides, they make such a handsome
couple. Any mom and dad would be proud! And it doesn't hurt that they got
Sean and Andy around, too, ya know. They're not much older of a couple than
Brett and Timmy, but that Sean is so mature, and that little Andy is a real
Spitfire. You can tell that boy grew up on his own."

"I think the four of them together make a good foundation. Each one has
talents they bring to the table. If they stay together as friends, nobody
can stop them."

"I was thinkin' the same thing, George. Well, enough of this. Let's go to
bed. How wouldja like to fuck this old broad tonight, George..."

"Race ya to the bedroom, Peg! I was just thinkin' about how nice it would
be to have a good fuckin'!"

In the back yard, the four boys remaining sat down on the patio. "So, Dix,
how'dja think it went?" Sean asked.

"Well, I think it was really OK, and I mean what Cunns did was totally
fucking awesome! I wanna hear what Brett thinks..."

"Tim, your friends are an awesome bunch of guys. This is all gonna be
fine. And I AM going to be on the football team. So there! Whatever
happens, we'll face it together.  It is what it is."

"I agree with Brett." Sean said. "This will be fine. I mean even though me
and Cass haven't been here that long all the guys welcomed us in right
off. You don't know how happy we are here. But I gotta tell ya something
else, too, and here ya go: you and Brett, you guys make a helluva
couple. You both just come alive around each other. You're obviously happy
and please, for your own sake stay that way."

"Yeah!" Andy added. "I knew it was love at first sight at the Mall. Dix,
you are the best, man. You were so kind to me when we met that first
night. And Brett, you are Dix's match. I see it – in different ways -
but you two are like the best combo. Like butter and cream. You complement
each other so much. You guys, you better just go with this. Like old Ginny
said to me and Sean-o through the window, I see great things for you
two. And I know love when I see it, because before Sean-o I never had much
love in my life, so when I see it I fucking know it."

Getting back home, Sean and Andy were greeted by Joe brandishing a letter
from the Kenosha School Board.

"Boys, this letter is addressed to Sean. Sean, please open it and read it."

"OK, dad..." Sean said, accepting the envelope from his father.

"Jeez, dad, this letter says the Kenosha School Board wants me to come in
for questioning on a matter concerning Coach Anderson, and it's two days
from now!

"Really? Let me see that!" Joe said. "OK, well, that's what it says. I'm
gonna give George Dickson a call about this in the morning."

END CHAPTER SIXTEEN