Date: Thu, 15 Nov 2012 20:26:57 -0800 (PST) From: R Ranger Subject: Midwestern Tale Chapter 2 Warning! The following story is a pure work of erotic fiction. The story contains descriptive scenes of sexual encounters between consenting individuals. If you are not of legal age to read stories of this nature or you are offended by the subject matter contained herein do not read any further. Midwestern Tale By The Rump Ranger Chapter II Sunday: The Sabbath Sunday morning I saw Tim along with his family at church where our families worshiped. Before entering the church we all exchanged greetings and small talk. Tim's dad asked, "What happened, you boys didn't bring any fish home Saturday morning?" I looked at Tim and then simply replied, "I guess the fish weren't biting, sir." Jerry made the snide comment, "Maybe they weren't usin the right bait for the fish you were fishin for. You guys were probably using worms for fishing instead of night crawlers Friday night." Tim and I looked at Jerry as if we could kill him. Jerry's comment was basically that our dicks were small as worms compared to the older boy's night crawlers, and maybe we had been playing with our worms Friday instead of fishing. I wondered if Jerry suspected that Tim and I were fooling around, or was he just poking older brother fun at us. Our families all took their seats in the church pews with Tim and me sitting next to each other on the outside end of the pew as usual. The minister began his sermon, preaching about sins of adultery and fornication. Every time he paused and looked up from the podium he'd look straight back at Tim and me sitting hunkered down in the pew. I could feel his piercing black eyes penetrating my soul. The perspiration under my arms was dripping down each side of my body. Glancing over I could see the beads of sweat on Tim's forehead. My thoughts were, did everyone in town know about Tim and me? Was the congregation all looking at us knowingly? Then I finally realized that unfounded guilt was causing the sweating and rapid breathing. After a few more unbearable moments the service was over. As the congregation stood Tim and I bolted for the door of the church. Normally, everyone waits for the minister and his entourage to walk from pulpit back to the door where the preacher greeted everyone leaving the service. Tim and I wanted no part of any handshaking or greeting from the minister that Sunday morning; instead, of waiting for our families we began walking towards our homes. As we walked down the two lane road towards home neither of us said a word. We were consumed with guilt about what had transpired at the lake the day before. Once we got to the fork in the road we went our separate ways walking towards our homes. Once I arrived home my dad asked, "Why did you boys bolt from the church and walk home?" I replied, "No reason. I just needed to get out church and get some air. Dad asked, "Son is there something I need to know about? Did the sermon make you feel uncomfortable?" I replied, "No. Why? Should it?" Needless to say, my answers must have set the tone for further father son talk. Dad walked me to my bedroom where he asked, "Are you in some sort of trouble?" "No," I answered back somewhat belligerently. The two of us sat there, an uncomfortable situation developing between us. I felt bad for the way I had snapped back at my dad. After a few moments of awkward silence dad asked, "Are you seeing a special girl in town?" I replied defensively, "No." Dad became bolder with his next question and asked, "Are you engaging in sex with a girl in town and got her in trouble?" I looked at him and again said, "No." Then I asked, "Why are you asking me all these questions?" As tears began to roll down my cheeks. "What's wrong with you son?" "I don't know," I sobbed. "I believe you may be going through some rough times in your life this summer. I also believe you've started puberty, a little early for a young boy. I believe that you may need someone to talk to about what you're feeling. This coming of age thing, starting puberty early and your hormones acting up is nothing to fool around with son." I though to myself yeah and you don't know the half of it dad. "Donnie, you'll begin to get these strange urges, if you haven't already started to get them. These sexual feelings are referred to as feeling horny. You will experience feelings of frustration not knowing how to act upon these desires or relieve the sexual frustration you are experiencing." Again, I thought to myself no shit. "Please, remember one thing, if you are with a girl make sure to use a condom if you do engage in sex. We don't want any unwanted babies popping up." My reply, "Sure dad." Dad didn't have to worry about out of wedlock babies. He might have to worry about taking me to the emergency room to get my asshole stitched up if Tim ever penetrated me. I sure didn't know anything about this cornholing thing that Tim had tried but failed at with me. However, the last thing I need was to come home one day gushing blood from my asshole. "You know you can speak to me about any of this hormonal or puberty stuff son. I was your age once upon a time." Yeah, right, I was sure not going to confide in my dad that I was queer and talk to him about getting fucked up my ass or sucking dicks. Then dad asked the question any kid hates to hear from a father. He wanted to know if I was experiencing wet dreams at night or had I started masturbating. I just sat there mortified at the questions not knowing what to say. I damn sure didn't want to lie to my dad. He would have known immediately that I was telling him a lie. I was just not that good at lying. So, I answered sheepishly, "Yes." Then he asked, "Are you having wet dreams or masturbating?" "Both," I replied. Dad looked at me and surprised me when he said, "Son it is nothing to be ashamed of. There is nothing evil or sinful about what you are experiencing at your age. As far as masturbation I think every boy does it." "Did you do it when you were a boy?" I asked shamefaced. "Yes, son. I was no different than you or any other male at your age. However, unlike you puberty didn't set in for me until I was twelve or thirteen." I just sat there beside my dad thinking the talk that all teens feared hadn't been all that bad. Then he asked another question, "Are you smoking cigarettes?" Again, I was busted, "Once in a while." "I just wondered because I've smelled the strong odor of used tobacco on your clothing. I'm not going to preach to you about the ills of tobacco or tell you that you can't smoke," Dad said with a pleading look. "I will say that I wish you wouldn't smoke or dip because it is a bad habit that leads to health problems. Your mother and I wish many times that we hadn't picked up the habit." That was all dad had to say about smoking and engaging in sexual activities with a girl that Sunday afternoon. I'm sure glad that he didn't ask me about fooling around with boys. Dad got up and left my room. I remained in my room for the rest of the day contemplating our talk and all that had transpired thus far. I didn't go with my parents to the evening service. I knew I wasn't going to give up playing with my pecker, but I thought maybe I'd heed dad's advice and give up cigarettes or at least cut back. Back in the day there were wild ass rumors that smoking would stunt a boy's growth, especially during his puberty years. It appeared to me that Tim's dick had grown during that time, so I wasn't afraid. After my parent's left for church the phone rang. I answered it to the familiar voice of my best friend on the other end. He asked, "So you didn't go to church this evening either?" "Nope." Then Tim asked, "What are you doing?" "Nothin." "You want to meet and fool around?" "Nah, not this evening. It's the Sabbath and we're not supposed to do anything sinful like that on the Sabbath." "Oh yeah," Tim replied kind of shocked that I didn't want to get together. He then said, "I guess I wasn't aware of that." "I think we better cool it for a while, besides I got to go help my uncle next week on the farm. I'll see you when I get back to town." "Okay buddy see you then," Tim replied then hung up. I returned to my bedroom. I needed to sleep on all that had transpired the past couple days. As I lay on my bed I couldn't help thinking about how all this sex stuff had started. It was supposed to be a pleasurable thing, but why was I miserable. Tim introduced me to fooling around doing sexual stuff together when I was in the fifth grade. I remember vividly how excited we were the first time we saw each other all boned up in the basement of his parent's house. Tim gushed as I dropped my shorts in front of him, "Oh shit man! That's just about the coolest dick I've seen in my life." "And how many more dicks have you seen?" I asked. "A few," Tim replied. "Mine just seems kinda small compared to yours." Tim replied. "Looks perfect. `Sides you got to remember I'm older than you." "You got a pretty nice looking pecker too," I said reaching for Tim's dick. As I held Tim's dick in my hand I didn't know how many other boys Tim had seen boned up, but I'm sure he had seen at least one or two. I was mesmerized by the sight of my friend's hard dick before me that afternoon in Tim's basement and even more enthralled at my first touch of another boy's hard penis. >From that first time feeling another guy's dick, fooling around for me became as addictive as heroin to a dope fiend. Of course I'd known since my first erection that touching my penis brought me great pleasure. I spent many hours playing with it. I totally enjoyed lying in my bed of a night playing with it or in the tub while I was bathing. Then one day Tim introduced me to a new kind of sexual pleasure. Sexual pleasure should have been viewed as a good thing because of the pleasure it brought, but it seemed to be frowned upon by adults, especially parents, church elders and the school. What I couldn't understand was why sex was such a hidden and secret thing. Tim and I had to hide while we engaged in our sexual exploits and the same for my parents. I knew for sure that my mom and dad were enjoying each other sexually. They were unaware that I would overhear them engaging in sex when they thought I was asleep, but in reality I was wide awake playing with my hard penis. I would hear them moaning and groaning, telling each other how great things felt. According to adults sex was only for reproduction purposes. The church didn't condone sex outside marriage and damn sure didn't approve of sex between people of the same sex. However, mom and dad sure sounded as though they enjoyed sex. That afternoon in Tim's basement was the beginning of a joyful new chapter in my life. The two of us showed each other our erections and then when we touched our dicks together it sent like surges of electricity through me as Tim held them together tightly. After that first experience we began experimenting sexually, doing things such as measuring our meat, jacking off, mutual jack offs, and then after a period of time we graduated to oral sex. Neither of us could ejaculate at that point in our lives, but our little peckers got hard and stayed erect until that strange sensation hit. A few minutes after the sensation subsided we were doing it all over again. Ain't youth a wonderful thing? Tim was doing an outstanding job mentoring me. I suspected that may be his brother Jerry or one of the other older boys had been Tim's teacher although he never disclosed that fact. Back in the day being queer was not cool and homos were not open or as they say today out about their sexuality. Whatever Tim and I did together sexually was done in secrecy. The secrecy thing posed an ethical dilemma for both of us. We both had been raised Christians, belonged to the same church and were scouts too. The principles of Christianity were found in the Ten Commandments. The Church preached honesty and scouts were all about truthfulness. However, Tim and I chose to disregard the ethical paradox. We would find secluded places where we knew no one would catch us experimenting sexually. From conversations I sensed that some of the other boys may have been fooling around too. I never pursued anything sexual with the other boys in our crew. Tim was my best bud. We trusted each other never to disclose what transpired between us sexually. I finally fell asleep that Sunday night with many unanswered questions about sex.