Date: Tue, 04 Apr 2000 11:23:42 EDT From: William Watts Subject: You Pass This Way But Once - Chapter 1 Legal Notice: The following story contains descriptions of graphic sexual acts. The story is a work of fiction and has no basis in reality. Don't read this story if: *You're not 18 or over, *If it is illegal to read this type of material where you live, *Or if you don't want to read about gay/bi people in love or having sex. The author retains copyright to this story. Placing this story on a website or reproducing this story for distribution without the author's permission is a violation of that copyright. Legal action will be taken against violators. E-mail responses to the stories, story suggestions or other 'constructive' comments or advice may be sent to: bwstories44@hotmail.com * * * * * * * * You Pass This Way But Once - by BW Copyright 2000 by bwstories44 Chapter 1 - My Discovery. March 2000 I was on top of the world. In a couple of weeks I would be returning to middle school (grades 6-8) but this time not as a lowly sixth grader but as a more respectable seventh grader. Additionally, in a few months time (November 27th, to be exact) I become a teenager and I will leave my childhood behind me. My parents had already informed me that, once I'm a teenager, I would be allowed a later bedtime, more relaxed curfews and more opportunities to be on my own. The unfortunate part was that they also told me that I'd have a greater responsibility in helping to care for my two younger brothers and my little sister, as part of the same package. This was because I was the oldest and, now, I would be expected to do my part to ensure the smooth operation of the family as a whole. It looks like that along with the sunshine that would be brought into my life (the new freedoms) a little rain must fall (the new responsibilities). Oh well, I guess that I will survive. I can't say that I've had it bad in any way, just the opposite. I've got great parents, who have good jobs and we have much more than a lot of families in the area. My father is a professor in the Education Department for the University of Wisconsin at Madison. My mother sells real estate, which allows her to make time for us kids in her schedule, and we have enough money to do or have just about whatever we want, not just what we need. Besides my family and my material needs being met, I'm not doing too badly in the physical department, either. For twelve years old I'm not that bad looking or so I've been told by my family, my friends and by girls in my class. I'm 5' 1", I've got a good muscular build (from my swimming and other sports) and ebony hair (cut short on the sides, bangs which hang down to my eyebrows in the front and hair falling down to my shirt collar in the back but it's all as straight as an arrow). I've got dark brown eyes and perfect, white teeth (thanks to my orthodontist). I've, also, got what appears to be a year around tan, which was provided by my ancestral DNA, and everyone says that my skin tone makes my smile so impressive, as the contrasting colors are eye catching. Although I still grumble about minor things, I really have all the ingredients for a very enjoyable life. When the day finally arrived for school to start, I was up an hour before I had to be, anxious for my first day of being one of the big guys. I showered, dressed, ate breakfast and was waiting for the rest of my family long before they were ready. My mother told me several times to sit down and relax but I was just too excited. Mom drove us all to where we had to go, dropping me off at my school last. I gave her a quick kiss good-bye, raced into the school and, then, I looked for my homeroom number from the list on the bulletin board across from the guidance office. I found it and headed in the direction of my room. There I would get my class schedule and possibly see some of my friends from last year. As it turned out, there were only two girls in my homeroom that I knew. This was not an encouraging start. First period I had mathematics. I hurried to the room so I could see who was in my class before the teacher began his/her thing. There were four or five other kids that I knew vaguely from before but none of my friends were in this class or even at school, from what I could tell. I hadn't even seen any of them in the hallways between classes or anywhere else. This was not what I was expecting or hoping for. There was one boy in class who looked interesting, maybe someone I could make friends with. I'll make a mental note of this in case my friends aren't in any of my other classes, either. Second period was technology class, where we were going to learn more about computers. Once again, there were kids I knew but none of my good friends. Third period was history. No friends but there was that kid from my math class again. Fourth period was English and there was no one I knew in this class, either. Ugggghhhhhh! What is going on here? Fifth period was lunch and I, finally, got to see some of my buddies. I sat down to eat with them and I found out that they had a lot of their classes together. This just wasn't fair. Why did I have to be the one to be left out in another section? I didn't waste the lunch hour worrying about it, though. We laughed, joked around and we compared the rest of our class schedules. Two of them would be in my last period class, the music/art alternating classes, but that was the only time I would see any of them besides lunch. Now, I was really bummed out. Lunch period ended and I had to go to study hall. I didn't even bother to look to see who was there, being too depressed knowing that my friends wouldn't be among them. The next period was science class. There was that boy, again. Maybe I could introduce myself and get to know him. That way I'd have at least one friend in some of my classes. After science was PE/Study Hall combination. Today was PE, so I headed for the gym as soon as the bell rang. That boy was walking ahead of me so I got up the courage to speak to him and introduce myself. "Hi. I've seen you in some of my other classes. I'm Logan.Logan Nagorny." "Hi, Logan. My name is Seth Eldred." "Nice to meet you, Seth. Where are you headed?" "I've got PE now." "Really? Me too. That's got to be at least four classes we have together. What do you have last period?" He looked quickly at his schedule. "Music." "Me too. Great, that's five classes together. What period do you eat lunch?" "Fifth." "All right. You'll have to join my friends and me tomorrow. We have fifth period lunch too, unless you already eat with someone else." "No, I don't. I'd like to join you, if you and your friends don't mind." "Not at all. My friends never mind if others join our little group. The more the merrier." We didn't have time to say more, as we arrived at the gym and our PE teacher was ready to begin his first day's introduction. You know the routine. 'Hi, I'm coach so and so and to pass this class you'll have to come prepared with appropriate gym clothes, participate in what we're doing in class, improve your skills as the year goes by and you must shower after class. If you do those things, you will have no trouble with me or with passing this class.' Yeah, yeah. The only thing different with this introduction and the ones that I'd heard before was the shower part but I knew about that from having talked to my friends at lunch. In sixth grade they recommended showers but they didn't enforce them so no one took one. Maybe that's why it was not optional this year. No big deal, though. We are all guys and we've all got that extra piece of skin dangling between our legs. You know, you've seen one you've seen them all. Besides, we'd be taking showers after practices, too, because I was planning on going out for various sports during the school year. It was a well-known fact that the coaches demanded that everyone showered after sporting events and practices. The coach took us outside to run a mile around the track. It was basically to see who was in shape and who would need extra work. We were just in our school clothes, which would make it more difficult to run, but we wouldn't have a time limit to complete this distance in, like we would have later in the year. The only thing he wanted to see was who could endure the mile distance and who could not. We started on our run and Seth came up to run beside me. We paced each other and we ran shoulder to shoulder around the track. We were in the first ten to finish and we didn't even push ourselves to do it. We sat around and talked as we waited for the others in our class to finish. I found out that Seth had gone to one of the other elementary schools before we reached middle school. I also discovered that we only lived about ten blocks away from each other but the elementary school lines had fallen somewhere in between where we lived so we had been directed to attended different schools. It seemed like we should have meet last year but that just didn't happen. Even though we had been in the same grade, we still didn't run into each other. I guess that we must have been in different sections during last year and we were never scheduled for any classes or activities together. For some reason, we didn't even associate with the same groups or hang out in the same places. We didn't just talk about school, either. We found out a lot of other things about each other, as well. We discovered that we both liked to swim, play football, wrestle, play golf and play baseball. We also liked to play video games, we liked most of the same rock groups and we spent a good portion our free time on the Internet. With that much in common, maybe we were twins in a past life. We had far too much in common for this to be just pure coincidence. I came to the conclusion that we could become real good friends and that we might become very close to each other. This would make it easier for both of us in school and in the classes that we shared together. The period ended and we went to our next class. Music was a riot. I introduced Seth to my two other friends and we joked around the whole period. The music teacher spoke to us a few times, about settling down, and, then, she threatened to move us apart unless we complied. Reluctantly, we gave in. When the class was over, three of the four of us went to sign up for the modified football team. It was Seth, my friend Todd and I. When we arrived at the meeting location, there had to be more than thirty other seventh and eighth graders who wanted to play on the team. This was going to make it tough, seeing that Seth and I were both shorter than most of the others and we were both on the slender side. Seth and I had talked about football earlier, at the end of PE class, and both of us were planning to go to out for running back and defensive back. We took the whole time, after the initial greeting, getting our equipment issued to us and we were given our playbooks to study for offense. We were then told that our first real practice would be tomorrow. We said good-bye and we made our way to our homes. My mom picked me up in front of the school. She asked me how my day went and I told her all about it, including football practice and meeting Seth. She said that he sounded like a nice boy and that I'd have to invite him over sometime. I agreed. After we arrived home, I went to do my homework while mom fixed dinner. My brothers were outside playing when we got home, being watched by the girl next door, but at least they weren't in the house bugging me. I finished my homework, not much for the first day, and I went down stairs to watch some television. I did that until dad got home and we ate dinner. Dinnertime was family time at our house. The TV had to be off, no phone calls were taken and dad would ask us questions about our day or we'd discuss current events or we'd talk about something interesting that had happened locally. It was the one time that my parents insisted that we all be there and participate in what was going on, no matter how young we were. This was sometimes difficult with practices, games, school events and scout meetings. No matter what was going on, we always found a common time to eat and have our family time together. Even though I sometimes complained about it, I usually enjoyed the things we talked about or the opportunity to explain or discuss something that was important to me. It was often a learning/sharing experience for all of us. After dinner, I went up to my room and I got on my computer, my Christmas present last year. I surfed the web for a while before I checked my email and went into a chat room to see what was going on. Not much of interest was happening there so I logged off. I decided to turn in for the night, being slightly tired from getting up so early this morning. I lie there for a brief time, thinking about football, when Seth entered my thoughts. I wanted to get to know him better. We had so much in common, we got along well and it didn't hurt that he was a good-looking kid. He was 5'1", like me, he had light brown curly hair (which swept across his forehead, covered his ears and hung below his shirt collar in the back), hazel eyes and a slender build. He looked like he weighed less than me and he had a smaller waist but some of his muscles looked more developed than mine, like his pecs which I could see through his tight shirt. I'd be able to tell more when I saw him in the shower. He also had a cute face, for a guy I guess, and he rarely showed his teeth when he grinned or smiled. Wow, this is unusual for me to be thinking about another boy like this. I've never done this about any of my other friends, why now? Maybe because he was new and I'd known the others longer. I must have fallen asleep thinking about it. The next morning, I was up early but not quite as early as yesterday. I was showered, dressed, fed and ready well ahead of schedule but I wasn't pacing like I did on the first day. I guess there was no uncertainty about what I would be facing today but images of Seth kept popping into my mind at the strangest times. The school day went quite quickly. The lunch hour was the most fun as Seth met the rest of my old friends and we all got along so well. There was no PE class today, odd days were study halls, and we were now at football practice. A group of us walked together to the locker room to change and Seth had a locker right next to mine. We stripped down and got ready to put on our jock straps before we suited up. I was right. Seth had a very developed chest and extremely muscular legs. His arms were good but not as well developed as his chest and legs. As he dropped his briefs, I got to see his cock. I'd say it was only a couple of inches long, soft, circumcised and slender. He only had a couple of stray hairs at its base but I could hardly take my eyes off of it. I don't know why but I kept glancing over to get a peek at his beautiful boy meat. I had already slipped my jock on over my own dick, which was slightly longer than Seth's and I had more hair. It's a good thing I was able to get my jock on, too, because I started to get a boner from looking at Seth. I've never done that before, I mean tenting up while looking at another guy. I forced myself to quit looking in his direction and I threw the rest of my gear on as quickly as I could. We went out together, did the warm up exercises and, then, we were in the same group for drills as we were trying out for the same positions. We were both fast, though Seth was a little faster than me, and the coach liked how we cut up field so effortlessly, as soon as the holes opened up. By the end of practice, Seth was in the tailback position and I was playing fullback. It looked like we might be the starting backfield together but it was still too early to say for sure. After practice, we went into the locker room talking about that situation. We both thought it would be neat to be playing in the same backfield together and blocking for each other. We took off our gear and hit the showers. Seth and I went into the showers together and stood under two of the showerheads located side by side. I forgot and glanced at Seth's penis and, immediately, I started to get hard. Oh my god. I can't let any of the other guys see me like this. They would start rumors about me being gay or something and I couldn't take that. I turned away from Seth, talking to him over my shoulder, trying to think of anything else to get my cock to deflate. I ended up thinking about my pre-algebra homework and, zap, it went right down. Thank god. Now, I had to remember not to look at Seth's boyhood again. We finished our showers, dried off and then we went to our lockers to dress. Before we left, Seth wanted to exchange phone numbers so we could get in touch with each other at night or on the weekend. I ripped a page from my assignment notebook, tore that in half, writing my phone number on one half and, then, giving the other half of the paper to Seth so he could jot down his number for me. Having done that, I went outside to catch my ride. That night at home, I kept thinking about Seth. I could picture his body in my mind and every time I visualized his prick, my own would spring to life. What is happening to me? Am I gay or something? I never thought that I was but why did I keep getting erections when thinking about him and why did I want to see him naked so badly? Maybe after I'd seen him a few more times this wouldn't happen to me anymore. Maybe it was just because he was a new friend and I was fascinated by his appearance but I didn't understand why I was constantly feeling this way. I never had any desire to see any of the other boys naked and I didn't pop a rod when I did. So, why was Seth affecting me like this? I could find no answers to my questions. I went to bed that evening and visions of Seth kept filtering into my dreams, no matter what those dreams were about, he was a part of them. I awoke the next morning, not quite refreshed, and I got ready for school. Today we would have both PE and football practice so I'd see him dressing and in the showers twice. I had to remember to not look in his direction while he was nude. It was OK when he was clothed but not when he was naked. I would just have to heed this small warning at all times when Seth was changing or showering. The day went by quickly. Seth managed to sit next to me in every class we had together. In the class where we had assigned seats, he somehow convinced the teacher that he needed to sit by me for help, something about my helping him cope with a learning disability. I'm not exactly sure what it was that he said to the teacher or how he described this phantom condition but it worked. Lunch was also fun, as the whole group ate quickly before we went outside to throw around a small Nerf football. When it was time for PE, I was constantly reminding myself to keep my eyes staring straight forward. I was nearly into my gym clothes when Seth asked me a question. Thinking he was probably dressed too, I turned to answer him. There he stood, completely naked, and my old faithful sprung to attention in a matter of milliseconds. I don't even remember what the question was or whether I answered it but Seth did get a strange look on his face during this time. I hoped it was because he was annoyed with me for my lack of attention, my poor response or a lack of a response at all. I definitely hoped that he missed my little friend's acrobatics, as it did handsprings in my shorts. We went outside for class and that turned out to be a lesson on soccer. The last half of the period was devoted to a pick up game where Seth and I played on opposite teams. We guarded each other and there was a lot of body contact, even though soccer was supposed to be a non-contact sport (hahaha). After class, we went in, undressed and headed for the showers. I held back for a while after Seth left to go clean up. I wanted to give him some time alone so he would be mostly finished before I entered the shower area. That way we wouldn't be in there so long together. When I got to the shower, Seth asked me what took me so long and I made up some excuse about things falling out of my pants pockets and having to pick them up. He seemed to accept this and my cover was secure. I was looking at his face while I was answering him and, still, my cock rose steadily until it was pointing at the wall, how embarrassing. This time, I think Seth noticed it before I could turn away. I prayed that he didn't see it or that he wouldn't say anything about it if he did. If he does make a comment, I don't know how I'll ever be able to live this down. Thankfully, the shower and the class were over and we went to our last class together. Today was art class and we spent the period doing this dumb still life picture of a pitcher, a bowl and some wax fruit. I was never that good at drawing so this didn't interest me much at all. We lasted out the period before going to football practice. Try as I might, I just couldn't resist looking at Seth as he changed. The only smart thing I did was wait until I was partially dressed before I did so. Seth always seemed to stay naked longer than I did, though I'm not sure why. Practice went really well. Seth and I were constantly placed in the same tailback/fullback combination for drills and scrimmages. I think the coach liked the way we worked together. We were running this one sweep, with Seth carrying the ball, when I leveled the defensive end to spring Seth free. The coach went crazy telling everyone that that was how to play football and how to block. None of that 'pansy crap' like he had been seeing from everyone else. Yep, it was looking more and more like Seth and I would be in the starting backfield. When practice ended, the coach asked Seth and me to stay behind, as he wanted to talk to us. We waited until everyone else had picked up their gear and the equipment before we headed into the locker room with him. "You boys seem to know each other's moves pretty well," the coach began. "How long have you been playing ball together?" "Just since the first practice," I answered him. "We only met this week, when school started." "You're kidding me. You two look like you've played most of your lives together. It usually takes months, maybe years, before you instinctively know which way the other one is going to move or cut. You boys are naturals together. It looks like you move as one out there. You seem to think as one and you protect each other's butts. You've both thrown some nasty blocks out there today, blocks that the junior varsity and varsity coaches would die to have their boys throwing. I'd even venture to say that, barring any unforeseen circumstances, you boys will be starting along side each other this year." "Really?" Seth asked. "You think were good enough to start? I mean.well.neither one of us is all that big." "Heck, there's a lot more to this game than size. You two have speed and quickness and I'd prefer to out quick teams than to out bulk them. I've had or seen smaller, quicker teams slaughter teams that were much bigger but also a lot slower. Even though you're a tad small for your age, you both have guts. You can both dish out hits as well as take them. No sir, I don't see anyone on this squad who could beat you two out, either on offense or defense." "Thanks, coach," we both said before I added a little more to the conversation. "Don't worry, coach, we won't let you down." We went to the locker room floating on cloud nine, our egos having been stroked so magnificently by the coach. It looks like we're both going to be two-way starters. By the time we got to the showers, everyone else was done and gone. That took care of some of my worries. Seth and I talked about what the coach had said and we realized that there was a whole lot more to our similarities than just playing football so well together. There was the way that we thought, spoke and acted alike, too. We could almost finish each other's sentences and we seemed to be able read each other's thoughts, even though we had known each other less than a week. Maybe we had shared a past life together, if there was such a thing. I guess I was just too excited to pop a rod today and I remained soft but I was becoming more and more aware of how attracted I was to Seth. It was hard to explain but I thought of Seth constantly, not just when we were together, and I was finding myself physically and sexually attracted to him. Oh god, no! This just can't be. I'm attracted to another male. No, I can't be! It's just not right. That would mean that.well. that.I'm.you know.that I'm gay. Uuuuugggggggghhhhhhhhh! * * * * * * * * If you enjoyed reading this story, you will find other stories by me at http://www.teenboyauthors.org/thewolf/, in the 'Other Stories' section. E-mails may be sent to: bwstories44@hotmail.com.